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YoungSlaveMike
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NO WOMEN!!!
Ha. You don't see that one very often, do ya?
Kidding. Sort of. Women who need a firm male hand with their discipline-hungry submissive dudes -- feel free to contact me.
But the ones I'm here for are the guys who crave that gut-dropping sensation when the last fragile whisp of control evaporates as the final knot goes around your ankle, leaving you spreadeagle on the rack.
I'm looking for the guys who aren't afraid of anything but need the thrill of real, sweat-inducing, hand-shaking fear that can only come from rejecting millennia of ingrained homo sapiens survival and power instinct by willingly relinquishing himself to the unpredictable whims of a competing male. It goes against every fibre of your instinct for self-preservation, but you lay out your arms and legs and wait patiently while I secure you to a point of complete vulnerability.
I hurt you, not for the sake of hurting you, but because I can. Your most sensitive parts are exposed and indefensible. I can't not hit them with a ruler.
When you go home tonight, and the girlfriend says, "How was the game?" you'll think for an instant about how your very sense of self was stripped away from you, about how a dude -- a man! -- grabbed hold of your balls and demonstrated how the ancient source of male authority can be used against us in the cruelest way. You won't tell her how, driving home, you realized you are a different man now, a different person, than you were before you experienced the sensation of the unthinkable, of willingly permitting yourself to be abused, humiliated, degraded, hurt and really scared, and how you experienced the astounding feeling of sublimating your instinct to compete with -- to dominate -- other men, and felt what hundreds of generations of men have never dared allow themselves to feel: the cavernous, resounding terror of turning over every scrap of your power -- what little power a man has in this world -- to another man, full-well knowing he will cause you pain like you have never endured.
You will remember how I made you look me in the eyes as I applied to your nipples with excruciatingly slow deliberateness the alligator clamps that sent currents of pain through your system. How I forced my tongue into your mouth and kissed you as you recoiled in revulsion. How I slapped your face when you turned away, how I put my hands around your neck to emphasize our power differential. How I stood above you, a foot on either side of your face, and triumphantly raised my shoe to your face and made you lick the sole. How I sat on your naked torso, as if I'd bagged you on a safari, and how I stared down at your grief-stricken eyes and your grimacing, still-too-male-to-scream mouth as sizzling jags of candle wax plummeted arbitrarily across your chest, stomach and, eventually, your penis and, with searing pain you never imagined possible, the firey wax eventually covers your scrotum.
You can't tell her about it, for a few reasons. You don't really understand it yourself. To submit in this way goes against everything you have been taught and against everything that has been bred into you.
But now that you've done it, now that you've faced this fear, beat back millennia of in-bred survival instinct to submit yourself to a merciless, cruel, capricious, frighteningly imaginative, tough, demanding and sadistic masculine competitor, you begin to feel a sense of power return.
You have endured. You sustained more pain than you thought you could handle. It was worse than the Grouse Grind, but you won't be quite as sore tomorrow. Despite the physical rigours and the emotional wringer, you feel stronger now, braver, you revel in a sense of achievement and survival, of having looked into an abyss your male ancestors could never have imagined, and returned.
And you know you need to feel it again.
Soon, she's noticing a change in you. You seem bolder, more self-assured. You're more relaxed, less stressed and no longer angry all the time. You're balls are a lot more sensitive though, she notices.
Here's how it'll go down: Send me a pic and something better than a few barely literate utterances about what I can do for you. Chances are, if you live somewhere near Vancouver or you're coming through on business, I'll invite you to submit yourself to me. Yeah, we can talk about what you want. No point in punishing you if you don't enjoy it, but I think I've made it pretty clear what I expect from you.
Women: If you want to connect, send me a pic of you and your dude, with him in a position of submission to you. But I want to see his face and his naked body, too. Sister, I can teach you new ways to enforce your dominance over him that never crossed your mind.
Oh, and I'm a moderately successful, outwardly ordinary dude with a freakin wicked imagination. Coffee first. Let's make this fun for both (or all) of us, OK?
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For years I fantasized about being dominated by a woman. I found this extremely confusing, given that I'm gay. But it's actually quite common. It is, just like a straight guy whose kink is being degraded into sucking cock, my fantasies about women have always been of a "forced-bi" variety.
It is impossible to explain the origins of our desires, but the powerful thing about my femdom fantasies comes from being exploited, abused or humiliated by a person who is not an object of straightforward sexual desire. That is, not only am I being dominated, which I desire for diverse reasons largely unexplainable, but I am being dominated by an individual who is presumably taking sexual satisfaction from my submission, which accentuates my degradation because she is not someone who I would find sexually satisfying under completely voluntary circumstances.
For me, being dominated by a woman is especially exciting because I am a big guy and the idea of being dominated (either through force of will, as in voluntary submission, or through the use of restraints to enforce her power) by someone who I could doubtlessly overpower under normal circumstances, gives me a terrifying sexual thrill.
For some of the straight guys I've met -- and you wouldn't believe how many straight guys seem to want a guy to dominate them -- the exhilaration comes from being physically dominated by a stronger person, but also maybe from abandoning the almost inherent need men have to dominate others and taking the terrifying leap instead to handing over voluntarily what little power we possess, our physical and emotional strength.
Though I may still want to try femdom with an interested woman, I’ve come to a late-life realization (I’m 44) that it isn’t female domination that excites me quite so much as male submission. Male vulnerability is what intoxicates me. Which means, while I would consider offers from dominant women, my main objective here has been to carve out a niche as a gay guy who dominates “straight” guys in ways remarkably similar to the decades of fantasy I’ve nurtured (and a few clumsy real-time adventures) of subbing to a dominant woman.
I figured it was unusual that I’m a gay guy into femdom. But it’s frankly astonishing how many straight guys are into interacting in ways submissive with other guys with whom they would never dream of having vanilla relations. Nice surprise, have to say!
The thing that straight guys seem to get off on – in addition to the force and humiliation and, if they request it, pain – is that not only are they being abused and exploited by a dude – they are, all the while, being admired naked by a gay dude with total power over them. And, as degrading as all this is, add to it the realization that this gay dude dominating them has experienced the same vulnerability, humiliation, ball slaps and assorted indignities he is sustaining right now and so knows more than any woman ever could the pain, humiliation and degradation he is inflicting. One of the keys, I think, to explosive intensity in a scene is the unity of understanding between the sub and the dom(me) when the dom(me) knows exactly the intensity and impact of the act they are performing and the sub knows s/he knows it. It’s a downer to be a sub receiving pain scale 9 from a domme who thinks she must be inflicting only a 3. But its awe-inspiring when a dom(me) knows exactly what s/he’s doing, the sub submits and the intensity is this organism with a life of its own.
I don't mean to impute ill will onto these young straight men, but our society has traditionally looked down on gay people. To submit yourself to a gay person may be an additional source of humiliation that adds to the thrill. It's a path I've wondered about walking down, having given a lot of my life to gay-rights activism, to exploit this little bit of societal prejudice by accentuating the social levels of gay men and straight men (as in, "Get on your knees and lick this faggot's cock, boy.") But I think I can get over my political inhibitions. ;)
This is in line with my theory that female domination grows out of societal misogyny, actually, in the sense that for a man to submit to a woman is so seemingly outrageous in the context of centuries of patriarchal blah blah blah that much of its power comes from the inversion of the long-held injustice (women should be beneath men; just as gay men should be subordinated to straight men, etc.). Just a theory. |
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