A Caller on My Niteflirt advice line asked what My fantasy world would look like; here it it. [This world may not strike a fancy in some beyond the breeding years, patently.] Enjoy, D!
Our Female Supremacy subculture, as particular as it is, still remains an ambiguous one to the submissive male, a world which may seem quite contradictory or confusing, to say the least. On one hand there is a commercial interest in sating male desire, and the heart of this commerce assumes a familiar, pleasing form to him, replete with all the glamour of fetish. But the heart of this “industry” contains little more than empty seduction. At its core there is little that has any intellectual or spiritual substance for men—and Women—who seek the deeper roots of male servitude.
Somewhere in the back of our collective subconscious lies the image of an ideal Matriarchal society, a culture in which male submission would be harvested and honed beyond simple and stupid transactions; it would be a way of life—spiritual, intellectual, and physical. Within this fantasy society males would be raised to properly understand their place, and their energies would be channeled for the benefit of Women and the communities of which they were a part.
What is the unifying factor in the servility of the male to the Female sex? The answer to this question lies in the question itself: sex. It has long been My belief that Female is the source of sex, and male is seeker of it. Thinking of it this way, it’s fairly easy to see that sexual desire is what moves male energy toward the Female; it is a natural drive instilled within him to encourage the act of procreation. Where Females in the breeding years are subject to the monthly cycles of their bodies, males in the breeding years are slaves to the renewing desire to seek intercourse with Female bodies, or in the very least, to the ends of pleasure in producing seed, which ultimately is for fertilizing the child-bearing sex.
The male sex drive is enormous and predictable.
Surely it is through harvesting the energy of his predictable sexual drive that the Female can stand to benefit in more ways than merely the reproductive act, which we know through observing other species does not simply start and stop with the moments leading to and directly after intercourse. The young male drive is set in him to seek, attract and retain a mate; it is a theme that runs throughout the course of most males who are in their most fertility-health years (35 years old and younger).
In this way nature clearly demonstrates the male is a captive to the desire of earning the attention of a Female. In this there is lifelong opportunity for Women to exploit the male sex drive that is in a continuum of searching for the “source” to merge with. Women who wish to control the male of our species will control his sexual functions and access. They will mold and influence him through the very energies that turn unendingly within him.
Surely, this ideal utopian Matriarchal society wielding control over the male would systematize and hone chastity over male desire and harness it for the greater good of all, for it is obvious the direct root to this control is in control of his seed, of when it is spent and why. Perhaps it goes without saying that males in an ideal world (fantasy for us, but do play along) would be raised since birth to honor and obey Women, but not merely as a civil duty. It would need to be woven directly into the mythos of the culture surrounding them, much like Christianity of today has done to form recurring patriarchal mythos.
In such an idealized world males would be taught the greater spiritual importance of Women and how this is represented through their powerful desire for them. In this, the power of sex would at last be included in spiritual practice not excluded. For there is little doubt in My mind why male-dominated religions demonize sex: it is seated in the one of many wonderments of the Female.
In the utopian world, boys, since childhood, would be raised to heed their Mothers and sisters, accepting the higher freedoms their Female siblings enjoyed while they tended to menial chores and worship study of the Female sex. Women would go about in society fully clothed and adorned, whereas men would never be allowed clothing or possessions. Males would understand through their studies that male seed is only to be spent in aiding, honoring and worshiping Females, that sperm should not be wasted on his passing and crude animal impulses.
When the male turned of age he would be sent to a finishing school of sorts to further his conditioning. It is here he would be taught grim discipline and obsequious etiquette in all things befitting “male”, i.e., absolute obedience to the commandments of the Goddess, and in this, absolute obedience to the Female sex. It is here he will learn the wisdom of pain in his worship, of how his suffering will make resolute his homage to the Goddess and thus please Her, and in so doing, find internal happiness and spiritual strength.
Within vast subterranean chambers their extended meditation sessions would be forced in cramped communal prayer rituals under massive graven images of the Female sex. The depths of meditations and the durations of erections without semen loss would be monitored and enforced. Crowded and writhing in misery beneath the earth, their vast, cramped numbers would serve as metaphors for the state of unspent sperm in their sacks and under the single enormous symbol of a Female’s vaginal gateway, their interchangeability and disposability—not at all unlike the seed they produce—would be reinforced. The spending of semen, even if accidental, would incur punishments.
For the male, spiritual enlightenment would be attained through mental simplification—a blissful clarity of love for the Female sex wrought by the fetters of their extended chastity and symbolic suffering.
Over a period of five years they would be honed in this daily worship. In addition, their bodies would be sculpted for labor through labor. Their collective efforts would be turned upon the menial, back breaking drudgery of erecting temples for the Goddess or any form of work-intensive community labor. Through their works they would come to learn happiness in giving of themselves and working for a greater good. In addition, their natural gifts of intellectual prowess and talent would be cultivated for use by that greater good.
Upon release from their schooling, they would join a collective pool, where they would be ceremoniously released to distribution houses held by the state. Women would then either purchase or bid upon the newly arrived slaves. Upon purchase, they would accompany their new Owners to their homes where they would begin living their functional lifetime of servitude to the Female sex.
When the males turned 35 the risk of chromosomal abnormalities increase and thus their seed would no longer be used in procreation.
Throughout their lives, males would be traded between owners or resold for profit. No matter the course of their slavery, always would there be the presence of chastity in worship and servitude. Their desire to please and their suffering for hope of release that rarely comes interminable in their slavery, prodding them on to an abject state of delicious exploitation and use.
Under the constant yoke of this desire they would enter a lifelong hypnosis of wondrous torment and blissful yearning—always pushing them onward and seldom requited by the mercy of their Keepers. Though these visions are intentionally amplified, chastity is what I consider ideal for the male of our species, for this is the essence of what I believe when I dominate males; that they be denied pleasures of the flesh as a rule and permitted them only on rare occasion befitting Female use, betterment, and gain.
Since I cannot make this fantasy world a reality I create a small example this societal vision here on Earth through the discipline in My own dominance. All males serving Me must accept that denial trains their focus, and in so doing I become their Priestess; their gateway to transcendence of suffering. Indeed, the Female symbol in My ideal world represents a gateway of many things: a passage through which life enters the world, a portal through which man aches to renew himself.
For what is male without pouring himself into Female, the primary organism? Left free, left alone, discarded into the realm of his own bidding, the male masturbates his senses into boredom and slow self destruction. To be truly useful, he must be broken of this useless habit, detached from his self-centered preoccupation to center himself upon the half of humanity that is fully human, and only then will “male” grow in spiritual connection to its purpose: all of Womankind.
It is this recurring theme of truth I find in the world between Female and male that makes Me so resolute in My demands for male cultivation of seed. To put it in the most crude way, an empty sack, so to speak, equals an empty head—free of the natural hypnosis of desire that the male is intended to be entangled in. When they spill their seed, it is as if they awaken to begin believing they have the power to resist Females, but these delusions are short-lived, of course, thanks to the regenerative nature of need braided hopelessly in male biology. Nonetheless, a male who voluntarily releases will be punished, his penance the only road to forgiveness for such a destructive and selfish deed.
Any Female seeking to maintain control of Her male(s) must enforce this law without mercy, for I submit as evidence to the contrary the state of many regions in the world today, defunct and drowned in the filth of males satiating their desires unchecked. Without Mistresses, they are as packs of roving dogs, spilling their seed where they may, never reaching the spiritual clarity they can only attain through denial of their most base carnal urges, keeping them vicious, untamed, selfish and crude. And so we look out onto the world, and see the more violent ends to male affliction: unending hostility, corruption, and greed.
This is the legacy of the male left unchecked, always afar and adrift when not guided by the whiplashes of the Goddess: the original and perfect image which spawned him intentionally simple and incomplete, to serve as helpmate only, and never equal or higher. Indeed, the stark reality that Women and men must face is this: his suffering for the Female is the only purifying act for male flesh, conscience, and ultimately, soul. It is My desire that all men who read this heed what is said and set out to serve their Women this way. It is My command that those who serve Me and wish to be considered part of My covenant embrace this world vision, and make their bodies as gateways to it.
Call Me to discuss your version of an utopian Female Supremacy world!