Mmmmm… Domme Loves Latex! *

Why I have hatred for “male subs”.

Men are generally a disappointment, men who consider themselves “submissives” included.

A combination of observational and firsthand experience has made me develop a strong dislike of “male subs.”

They reveal themselves to be as entitled, shallow, superficial, and sexist as any average man.

“Male subs” badger women online, insisting on being “dominated” in accordance to their specific “female domination” fantasies, wanting to direct scenes/play that is not supposed to be about them.

If you don’t play the part of “dominant woman” that they want (there are different kinds of “dominant woman” tropes/types different subs focus their fantasies on), and don’t give into their specific fetishes and kinks, their guise of groveling submission drops and they aggressively lash out.

“Male subs” can go from calling you a “Goddess” and insisting on “worshiping” you to rudely calling you a fat, ugly, cow because you don’t want to conform to their expectations.

Like how men go from being complimentary to angry when they holler at women on the street and women ignore them, so too do many “male subs” react – switching from beggingly submissive to verbally abusive (or disengaged) – when women don’t play out their femdom fantasies.

It’s so typical of men to get angry when women don’t give them what they want.

For the vast majority of these “male subs”, about 99%, their interest in femdom is extremely superficial and entirely sexual. There is no genuine political consciousness involved in their claims to want to “worship” and “respect” women, or “submit” themselves to women.

My realizing how apolitical male interest in femdom typically is, and how these men exhibit the same sort of sexual entitlement common in the general male populace, disillusioned and embittered me. Years ago, I had the naïve initial expectation that femdom would be an “empowering” experience. This expectation was eventually shattered by the reality that the “male subs” I was interacting with were as piggish and degrading as any other man, just in a seemingly alternate form.

It seems clear and obvious to me now, but back then my naïve (now laughable) expectations gave me hope that perhaps femdom men would have a heightened or enlightened “pro-feminist” consciousness, but the truth of the matter is – an obvious truth to me now after my experiences, is that what gets a person off doesn’t necessarily correlate with their official political-ideological beliefs. I spoke with a femdom male sub, for example, who bluntly admitted to being anti-feminist. In fact, the attitudes and behaviors of many “male subs” can be described as “anti-feminist.”

I’ve stumbled across male sub blogs featuring foot fetish photos of female minors (disgusting and pedophilic). “Male subs” whose obsession with fragmented “worship” of specific female body parts is more creepy than endearing and is not indicative of any “respect” for women but rather the sexual objectification of them. “Male subs” who, some might say ironically, exhibit an acute understanding of real female oppression in their supposedly ‘apolitical’ sissified and feminized embracing of the fashions, styles, and behaviors actual patriarchy grooms women and girls for.

Being harassed by these horny, loose, slobs, – pestering me to “dominate” them, and directing me on how to “dominate” them, revealed a common trend amongst male subs of “topping from the bottom.” They claim the submissive position but their male socialization, which turns them into entitled snobs who insist and badger women to fulfill their sexual ideals and fantasies, always shows itself.

Industry femdom porn is no better*. The majority of porn consumers are male, femdom porn is produced, directed, and casted for primarily a male audience. Femdom porn pages are designed to entice an assumed male viewer, the casting for femdom porn suits the heterosexual and bisexual male gaze very well: the female porn performers paid to act as “dommes” are typically conventionally attractive, slim, leggy, busty, youthful looking or young adult, feminine women in tight form-fitting latex, leather, corsets, lingerie, tights, and high heels while nearly all the male subs are average looking, overweight, aged, and/or ugly. This is so that the male viewer can perceive the male sub(s) in these femdom porn scenes as a self-insert for himself.

So many of these “male subs” want to “worship” a gorgeous gender-conforming (i.e.: feminine) Goddess™ but don’t even want to maintain their appearance and have only feigned, conditional, humility. “Femdom” really is an act for them and just another easy way to get off.  

After a few years exploring and experimenting with the femdom fetish subculture, I have come away with strong contempt for “male subs” and I am by default skeptical and hostile towards them.

Unless you have a sincere political interest in Female Supremacy (FS) and aren’t just some salivating horndog, don’t contact me. I have blocked dozens of male sub porn bloggers already and will continue to do so whenever they follow this blog. If you’re interested in interacting with me online, create a political FS blog with no sexually graphic pornography on it, and if you contact me only do so with patience, civility, and decency without demanding anything of me.

(the porn industry in general is massively corrupt with high rates of sex trafficking, and substance abuse, as well as is inherently filmed prostitution and rape in most cases).*

I woke up shivering by the throbbing of my caged cock. Being locked for one month straight, except for cleanings, was having a definite effect on me. I was constantly feeling this buzz that always had me a feeling a bit floaty,

I also had started dreaming of my wife Natalie alot more. Even awake, I thought about her so much more that before we started chastity. I can't deny how frustrating I sometimes get when she sends me a pic or just a little teasing app that gets my cock throbbing like a tied up hungry animal.

When I heard the shower running, my cock started up again. I rubbed my legs together as that soft 'High' ran through my body. It wanted to cum so badly but this buzz felt so fucking good.

I got up and walked into the bathroom room and there she was, it felt like time slowed and my eyes turned into a camera, zooming in on her perfect body and recording every inch of her perfect form.

"Morning, love." She greeted me with a big smile when she caught me staring.

"morning." I replied meeting her loving gaze.

"Being addicted to me is much better than being addicted to porn, isn't it?" She teased me, reminding me of a rough patch we went through. Chastity curbed my bad habit and brought us closer together skyrocketing our lust for each other and by extension, our sex life.

"Come here baby." She purred. She held out her hand and pulled me close to her, soon my back was against the wall as the kissed me.

Her knee was nudging against my cock as we kissed. Our hands were all over each other, we really couldn't get enough of each other.

We only stopped kissing when we were about to run out of air. We started at each other before she started giggling.

"I love you." She whispered into my ear before pulling back.

"And thank you for this." She purred, gently cupping my caged cock.

I simply smiled and watched her step out. "Enjoy your shower, sexy. I'll take breakfast duty." She spoke as she started drying off before dropping her towel and head downstairs… Naked.

I took a deep breath and smiles as I knew I was spending the rest of my life with her.

Now that she’d got her husband trained to submit to her, Catherine decided to share him with a group of her best friends for the week-end. She’d get lots of new ideas for how to dominate him even more, and the women would have a lot of fun together, challenging each other to see who could humiliate him the most.

“Let’s see I wanna find a really good spot”