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The Usual View

July 31, 2012

Mistress knew what she liked.

The Usual View
by eosuchus

Mistress had finished watching TV. She snapped her fingers.
“Bedroom,” she said absently, as she checked her phone.
He got off his knees in the corner and moved quickly down the corridor to her bedroom, a fantasy place of
white and pink. A room that he cleaned with fanatical intensity every day. He knelt on the far side of her vanity, as usual. She was talking, to Carmela, he was sure, the topic ensured that.
“Well, I don’t care, I don’t fuck anyone like that. You know, honey, if I fuck someone, it’s because I get that thing for a really nice fat cock. You don’t think that guy fits that category, do you?”
He waited. Mistress, still talking to Carmela, had turned towards the bed. She tucked her phone in on her shoulder, bent over a little, reached behind and pulled her panties down slowly, taking her time, presenting him with the view he’d become accustomed to, her glorious, round, full, pale buttocks.
Now he reached up and pulled her panties down her legs. She lifted her right foot, and then the left and he removed them.
Mistress laughed. “That’ll be the day. A guy like that? He thinks he owns you if he buys you dinner. Drives up in his little Beemer and thinks he’s the big shot.”
She laughed again.
“That’s too funny. They’re all really little boys, you know that. You just have to know how to push the right buttons.”
Her right hand came around and her index finger, tipped with a bright red nail, tapped her buttock.
The signal given, he was quick to respond. He leaned forward and began kissing her buttocks. He made his kisses smooth,full, senuous pressings othe lips to the soft skin of each full globe of her ass. First he covered the right one with kisses. Pressing his face into the flesh, as he had been trained to. Then he moved to the left buttock. When Mistress wanted her ass kissed, she wanted it to be royally kissed.
She was still chatting to Carmela, of course. He heard her voice from above. It was a discussion that he’d heard before, both with Carmela and Linda Grey and
Nanci, and several other of Mistress’s friends.
“No, you just need to spank them. If they won’t accept a spanking, then that’s it. I never see them again.
Spanking, then you make them worship you.”
Her hand pressed lightly on top of his head, he pulled back while she turned around. Her nightgown had parted and her large bosom bounced for a moment in his view. Mistress had such wonderfully beautiful, large breasts. Few men could avoid staring at them if she flashed some cleavage. She sat on the edge of the bed, then scooted back a bit and lay down with her legs apart and tapped on her pussy with her index finger. Mistress had shaved most of her pubic hair off, but left a little ’tache above the pussy. Of course, his pubic hair had been removed. He’d been waxed repeatedly, until the hair on his ass and pubic region had just about stopped growing back. Mistress was firm, her slaves never had body hair.
He moved forward and began kissing her labia, softly, then more firmly, then pressing his tongue within. Her clitoris hardened and her labia parted and he began the nightly task of bringing Mistress to her first oral orgasm.
He provided soft tongue swirls across her clitoris, and as he felt her excitement build, even though she was still talking to Carmela, he began to bring his lips around the clitoris and to suck it very gently. He knew she loved this.
“Oh, Carm, just spank the stupid asshole. Get his ass good and purple and then sit on him. You know how it’s done.”
She grunted. “Ohhh. Listen, hon, I got to get off. Yeah, it’s that time. What? Of course, every night. Why have one if you don’t use him? Yeah. Bye.”
Her hand came down to play with his hair and she
flexed her abdomen to push her clitoris firmly up against his lips.
That was the signal for him to begin longer, firmer licking, bringing his tongue and lower lip up along the clitoris and over, and then back, again and again.
A couple of minutes of this and her fingers were holding his ears very firmly, tugging a little each time he brought his lower lip across her clitoris. From far away, as it were, he heard her moan. Now it was more sucking of the clitoris, but harder and longer, and as he sucked on it, she moved, to press it against his front teeth, and then rub it hard up his face as far as his nose. And he could hear her now, getting louder, and she was climbing the stairs of her excitement, gripping his head with both hands, grinding her pussy against his mouth and nose, making any use of his tongue irrelevant, and then she came, with a grunt, and a long moan of pleasure. He felt her soften, felt her open, and her juices flowed over his lips and tongue and down his chin.
“Ahh,” she said. “So good.” And she pulled her legs up and turned onto her side, pushing him away at the same time.
He listened to her panting, trying to ignore the discomfort of his penis, trapped in the chastity tube, where it was locked away. It had been weeks since he’d had release. But, Mistress had the key, and he would only get release, if and when she decided to grant it. He tried not to think about it. Such thoughts only increased his frustration and discomfort.
Her phone buzzed with a text message. He felt her move on the bed to read it. Then she laughed.
A few seconds later she moved again.
“Okay, slave,” she said, as she turned onto her
stomach, then raised her ass up to present him with the usual view.
For a long moment he stared, his mouth had gone dry, the way it always did. Her large buttocks filled the view before him. In fact, in the usual way, they had become the whole world. In the center was her anus, a pink bud of tissue, recently bleached. Mistress was a Domme in demand, who had her ass worshipped by a number of wealthy men, who paid handsomely for the privilege.
Beneath that expensive anus, her pussy was still split wide, the clitoris showing through, shiny with secretions.
She wiggled her ass. “Come on, do me good.”
Wealthy men might worship this spot, but her trained slave was expected to provide exactly what she liked.
He leaned forward, her buttocks seemed to draw him into her. His face pressed against the inside skin of her buttocks in the familiar way. His lips found her anus for the first kiss.
“Mmmmm, that’s what I like,” she said in a throaty purr, and wiggled backwards a little to get him to start licking and french kissing her most intimate spot.
Now the usual view was gone, he could see nothing with his face pressed tightly into her ass. His brain though, was on fire, ignoring the pain in his penis. His desire to submit, to serve, to worship his Mistress had

and once again he was lost in the usual view of Mistress

become everything. His tongue worked in and out, moving at a rhythmn that he knew she liked, and in his mind’s eye, the usual view was there, reminding him as always, that this was where he belonged.

copyright 2012  Permian Systems.

Would You Like to Buy Him?

July 12, 2012

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY HIM?
by eosuchus

“Would you like to buy him?” said the blonde lady, as
Catherine was walking by. The words were not addressed to her, but they turned her head.
An older woman, with grey hair pulled back into a  long ponytail and massive breasts was standing by the wall. Kneeling before her, on a leash held by the blonde, was a young man. His face was pressed against the lower part of the older lady’s belly. Her right hand rested on his head and her fingers had a grip on his dark hair.
“He seems eager enough,” said the older lady in a husky voice.
“Oh, he’s well trained for oral service,” said the blonde.
“What sort of price are you looking for?”
Catherine didn’t want to stare, but this conversation was so new to her experience and thus still shocking, that she just stood there, taking it all in.
The young man was well proportioned, and from his profile, good looking. He was wearing a form fitting t-shirt and what looked like a little skirt, with flip-flops on his feet. He had a thick, black dog collar around his neck, with a chain leash that the blonde woman held quite casually in her hand.
“Well, I have him in Section 11 marriage. It’s the full contract, but he owns a house in Orange Park and I left that with him. He also has some stocks and bonds in a retirement account, and that all comes with him.”
“So there’s a property price on him, too?”
“You know, I really don’t want his stuff. I enjoyed him, and he’s well trained now, so I just want the sweat equity, if you know what I mean.”
Both women laughed at that. And the older woman tightened her grip on the young man’s hair and pressed his face down and into her crotch.
While this amazing little scene was going on, the party continued all around them, and nobody seemed to be especially interested or troubled by what sounded like slave trading going on here.
Catherine had only been in LA for a month now, drawn to the west coast by a new job running an aggressive new art gallery for the FemArts Coalition.
She’d heard about this kind of thing when she was in New York, everybody talked about the changes in California, how the women were taking over, but she hadn’t imagined seeing something like this, at a party like this.
“Can I have a preview with him,” said the older woman, still keeping her grip on the young man’s hair and his face pressed against her belly.
“Sure, I don’t know if Irina would let you….”
“There are about twenty bedrooms here, there must be one that’s empty.”
Both women laughed again.
“Is he chipped?” said the older woman as she took the leash from the blonde.
“Yes, and registered. Disease free and he’s been to training school. Nothing to worry about.”
“Wonderful, I’ll call you shortly with my decision.”
The older woman moved away, pulling the young man behind her on the leash. Catherine saw that what she’d thought was a skirt was really the bottom part of a long, body hugging t-shirt that was belted at the waist. It came down to a point just below his shapely ass. His legs were hairless, that was also clear.
Then they were gone, passing through the crowd, heading towards the stairs. Irina Morrison, the hostess for this party, and owner of this vast mansion in the Hollywood hills, was over there somewhere, too, surrounded by cronies. Irina was an important figure in the Coalition, which was why Catherine had been invited to the party, her first serious social occasion since she’d arrived in the city.
The blonde had just checked her phone, now she looked up and her eyes met Catherine’s.
“You’re new to LA,” she said with a smile.
“Yes, how can you tell?”
“Oh, the way you stared at me and my slave just now. There’s this look that women get the first time they see something from Section 11. People here are used to it. Perhaps some men might get upset, but it’s not that
strange anymore. Almost like gay marriage, nobody even thinks twice about that.”
“Well, yes, now that you say that. I had heard about it, of course.”
The blonde laughed. “Of course, the whole world thinks that California is crazy. But you know, our economy is going stronger than ever.”
“And women are running more and more of it, too,” said Catherine. “I know, it just drives the conservatives crazy. The things they say on tv.”
“Well, we have our own tv. We don’t have to pay any attention to them.”
The blonde paused as a male servant in formal dress offered them a tray with glasses of champagne.
Catherine took one, too.
“So,” said the blonde, “why are you here?”
“New job. Managing an art gallery. I’ve been in
New York too long. It was either come here or go to London.”
“London! I Love London, but it’s so expensive.”
“Yes, I heard that. But this job came up and so I’m here.”
Catherine noticed that the older lady was climbing the stairs now, pulling the young man behind her.
The blonde picked up on what Catherine was looking at. “Lorraine is going to try him out upstairs. I think she’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
“You mean have sex with him?”
“Only oral.” The blonde held up a wrist bracelet. There were some little gold keys attached. “He’s locked down. If she buys him, she can go all the way if she likes. But until then, he’s mine.”
“Oh, my.” Catherine had heard of this, too. Of women keeping men in chastity systems, locked up, so that they could only have sexual relief with the woman’s permission.
“Getting very common here, I have to say. If a guy wants to get married now, he pretty much has to agree to a chastity. It may not go all the way to Section 11, but
most girls today want a chaste man, who they can control.”
“But you have several keys there.”
The blonde laughed. “Oh, yes, I have quite a stable right now. I have five men who want to marry me under Section 11 rules. They’re all in chastity, of course.”
“There are that many, uh, masochist men here in LA?”
“Well, they come from all over. All over the world, I should add. I have two Germans right now. Uli and Hans, both magnificent specimens.”
“You do a lot of this, then?”
“Oh, yes, it’s become quite a good sideline for me.”
The blonde extended a hand, “My name is Cheryl, by the way. Cheryl Slate. I work in Real Estate primarily, but the last few years I’ve done very well with the slaves.”
Catherine felt her eyes pop as she heard this. The world had changed dramatically out here in California.
“That’s amazing. I never imagined that it would go so far.”
“Once the Section law was passed, everything began to evolve very quickly. There are tens of thousands of happy Section 11 households now. And there are tens of thousands more men, who are hoping to find a Section 11 arrangement.”
“But you have a husband, and you’re going to sell him?”
“Oh yeah,” Cheryl laughed again. “See, it’s part of the thrill for a lot of them, they really want to be nothing more than property belonging to women. If women want to sell them to other women that’s exciting for them.”
“Wow. And great for you.”
“I have to say I didn’t expect to have so much business this way.”
“And it’s legal?”
“Yes, it’s a free market, there’s nothing that says a woman can’t arrange to give her husband to another woman in return for money. Kind of amazing, yeah?”
“We wouldn’t tolerate it if it was the other way around.”
Cheryl laughed again. “Of course not. God, that’s a horrible thought. But, you know there is still trafficking in women for prostitution. There are gangs and killings, it’s awful. But those women are not volunteers. No man has to stay in a Section 11 situation. He can have his freedom whenever he wants and his wife has to take him to the County Center where he can have counselling, some therapy, and stay for a while until he can get a job and get back on his feet.”
“Wow, does that happen a lot?”
“It happens. Some of these guys have all these fantasies about being a woman’s slave. Then they find that she really means it about working them hard every day. That she really does want them to scrub the floors and cook the meals and they get sick of it. Because they’re just into the sexual side.”
“I would have thought that was the majority of them.”
“Well, I’m sure it’s the majority of men with these kind of, uhh, feelings. But only a small group go so far as to put themselves in line for Section 11. It’s self selection you see.”
“Right,” Catherine did see. Men who went that far were pretty likely to really be into this.
“So, it’s pretty easy to meet a guy like this?”
“Sure. There are clubs all over the place. But many women prefer to buy from someone like me, because then you know what you’re getting.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure, because I take them in and I train them. It’s, umm, it’s a rigorous process, shall we say?”  Cheryl laughed, showing beautiful white teeth. “I break them down basically, like in the military. They have to reach the point where they barely think of themselves at all. They have to be completely directed towards their Mistress.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“Once you get them there, yeah, it is. They become so, well, so devoted. Of course they’re in chastity, and you don’t give them relief very often, so there’s a constant pressure from their little balls on their brains. But with the training, they are just fantastic servants, or maids, or whatever you like.”
“Maids?”
“Sure, there’s a big minority that are eager to be feminized and turned into lady’s maids. I do that to a lot of them. Give them fake boobs, even. Put them in panties and stockings, make them wear high heels all the time, and makeup and wigs. Or, grow their hair out and get it all nice. It only works well with the smaller men, though, because if a guy is more than about five eight, then once he’s in heels, he’s huge, and most women don’t like the effect. But the petites, and the
little skinny guys, they can be made into very nice little she-males.”
Catherine’s head was spinning by this point.
“But, what about?” She floundered, not wanting to use those words, for some reason.
“Their equipment,” Cheryl finished for her. “Not a problem, all these slave men are shaved, plucked and waxed. No body hair allowed, that’s the first rule.”
“Waxed?”
“I take them to my friend Inez, her salon in Oakwood. The girls are so used to it now, they just
wax these guys as if they were like anyone else.”
“Anyway, once they’re free of hair and in total chastity, you can work on reducing their male drive. If you do it enough you can get them so they can’t even have erections. Of course that means some work with the strap on. I do that a lot, because it means so much to them.”
“Strap on, you mean dildo?”
“Yep, you gotta fuck them in the ass, like a lot. I’m an expert on that now.”
Catherine blinked. This was a real education she was getting.
“They like that?”  Catherine recalled an experiment with a boy named Tony. It hadn’t gone well. In fact it’d hurt like hell. She’d never tried it since.
“Well, you start them out with a trainer dildo. Just a little one. And you lube them up a lot. And you do it every day. Then you move them to a bigger one, and then to a much bigger one. Just like you spank them all the time, too. You know when you start that, they can’t handle much pain. They’re crying and begging for mercy within a few minutes. But after a few weeks they toughen up and learn to take it without making noise. See, spanking them and using the strap on is important to reinforce their submissive urges. And, of course, you have to train them to provide oral.”
Oral, for the woman only, that was what Catherine had heard about back in New York. Not blowjobs, nothing like that, it was just for the woman to receive and the male to provide.
“So, you have them do that for you?”
“Of course, but I have too many guys. I can only handle so much, you know?”
Cheryl laughed, and so did Catherine. In fact it was a hilarious kind of idea. All these men lining up to lick one woman’s clitoris.
“But I have friends, and so I loan them out. And my friends are very particular and these guys have to learn how to adjust from one woman to the next. Their technique gets pretty good in no time!”
“What else do they do for your friends?”
“Clean their houses mostly. It’s a nice free service. They come in and clean the house and then they eat you out until you can’t have any more orgasms. Then you send them back to me.”
“And no, uh, fucking.” There, she’d said it. Catherine was kind of amazed that she was talking like this, about this topic.
“Absolutely not. Now some women in a Section 11 may require that from their husbands, but usually they forbid them to come. But my guys are all locked up. They couldn’t do that if they wanted to.”
“So, uh, do they ever, you know…?”
“Get to come?” Cheryl grinned. “There are certain ways of rewarding them. I train them to jerk off onto a plate and then lick it up. But I also like to get them used to face sitting. So I sit on them in panties and jerk them off into a condom. I like to combine that with spanking and the strap-on. I’ve found that the combination takes them into exactly the right sort of mental place. They become very easy to control and train.”
“Face sitting, eh? That’s popular, too?”
“For some ladies, yes. It’s tough on the knees though, so if you’re into that I suggest you buy a dedicated piece of furniture, they call them Queening chairs.”
“Oh, my…”
“I have a couple, and I’ve really gotten used to using them. Great for TV or when I’m talking to friends on the phone.”
“You just?”
“Your slave is licking your ass, that’s right. For as long as you want. It’s a very nice sensation, once you get into it. A lot of Dominant Women really enjoy it.”
“I can see I have a lot to learn.”
Cheryl was handing her a card, “Cheryl Slate Section 11 Advisor,” it said in red on a white background.
“I’m officially registered with the County. Everyone I handle is disease free and pyschologically tested. It’s best for safety, that way.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re right about that.”
“Give me a call if you want to talk about anything.”
Catherine put the card into her pocket, with her thoughts in a whirl. Was this something she really wanted to explore?
The memory of her abusive ex-husband came up at once. Paul had cheated on her, had stolen money from her, had wrecked her car and then when she filed for divorce he’d threatened to kill her.
And behind Paul there was her old boyfriend, Alex, who’d also stolen her money, and screwed her best friend Michelle, who’d broken the news to her in the cruellest way possible.
Catherine wondered, maybe this was a different, but viable way to go. An incredible thought, but then again, this was LA. Things were different here. Best of all, her sister was in New York and wouldn’t know. Nor would her mother.
Cheryl’s phone warbled. She picked up.
“Yeah. Okay. Good. Yeah. Well, of course, I trained him myself. I’ll text you the details. We can do the divorce and you can marry him right afterwards. Yes, same judge. I prefer Judge Judy, she’s very experienced with these. Okay, meet me out front, and we’ll set a date. You can come over to my place, that’s best. And
then, yeah, right, he’ll be all yours.”
Cheryl put her phone back in her purse.
“That was, Thesea, the lady who was here. She liked my boi there, wants to take him off my hands.”
“Okay, how does that work?”
“Well, I’ll take him home, get him prepped, pack his things. Of course, he doesn’t have much, you know, as a slave. Then she can come over to my house and we’ll call the judge on duty. We can do everything over the phone.”
“Sounds, very, uh, convenient.”
“Oh it is. And then I divorce him and she cuts me a check and she marries him. All he has to do is answer the judge’s questions and affirm that he wants to be married to Thesea now that he’s divorced from me. Then the judge pronounces them wife and man and Thesea can take him home with her.”
“And he’s okay with that?”
“Well, she told me she’s never had better oral. She said he’s very enthusiastic.”
“What will you do?”
“Well, I have to make a decision. I have three guys I’m considering for my next marriage. I might take Carlos, because he’s such a sweety. Or Hans, one of my germans, he has the body of a god, and he is so submissive, it’s unbelievable almost. Then I have a guy with lots of money, Sheldon. He won’t give up all his money, and I wouldn’t want it. But it is a consideration, I won’t deny that. Only thing is he might not be quite ready for completely slavery. The thing about having money like that means you’re insulated from the kind of work that slaves have to do. So, I’m still thinking it will be Carlos.”
“Wow, and how long will he last?”
“Oh, we’ll see. I might keep him for years, or I might sell him in six months. Up to me, you see. That’s what is so great for women in the Section 11 setup. We have almost all the power. The male chooses to place himself in our power and obey us no matter what.”
“Amazing. I have a lot to think about.”
“Well, give me a call if you want to talk about anything,” Cheryl chuckled. “I’ve become something of an expert.”
“Yeah, this is all kind of amazing.”
“One thing we could do, I could let you come take a look at a few of my bois. You could preview one or two, even, so you get a little experience, you know, with a slave male.”
“Oh, wow, I don’t know,” Catherine said, reflexively, and then she stopped herself. “Well, maybe, I mean, yeah, I….”  She wound down confused.
“I know, it’s a big jump from everything we learned as kids. But this is the way it is now, and if you want to take advantage of it, you can.”
And then Cheryl was gone, in her tight cream skirt and black top,heading for the front door.
Catherine sipped champagne and tried to collect her thoughts. Talk about mind blowing!
“Excuse me, dear, I happened to overhear some of that,” purred a voice behind her.
She turned to find an older lady, in a leather skirt, holding a champagne flute in one hand. Beside her and behind her stood a younger man, in a suit, white shirt and pale grey tie.
“Sorry?” said Catherine, suddenly mortified that anyone would have heard her discussion with Cheryl Slate.
“Don’t worry,” said the older lady, with her hair in a careful pageboy tinted auburn. “I just wanted to say you should take her up on her offer. Section 11 can be the best thing that ever happened to a woman. It was for me.”
And with complete casualness, and open control,
the lady reached into the young man’s crotch, and took hold of his genitalia and tugged him forward.
“I took Bobbee here from a dealer. He’s been just wonderful for me.”
The young man was slim, handsome in a boyish way, and kept his eyes downcast. His owner wife, put her arm around his waist and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
“Bobbee makes my life so comfortable, and orgasmic, dear. You wouldn’t believe how much I enjoy having him eat my ass at bedtime.”
“Really? Wow, and, uhh, he likes it?”
“Honey, tell the lady how much you like to worship my ass.”
The young man had gone bright red with embarrassment, but he licked his lips and said,
“I live to give my Mistress Wife pleasure.”
“Bobbee, you’ll get a spanking,” said the lady with a warning tone.
The young man gulped and swallowed, he looked Catherine in the eyes for a moment and his shame was clearly visible. But at the same time, she felt that he was
hugely aroused by this moment.
“Uh, okay, I beg forgiveness, Mistress.” He cleared his throat. “When I am worshipping my Mistress’s anus, and giving her pleasure there, my face is pressed tightly against her holy buttocks. That is where I believe my face belongs, and when I am there, pressed beneath her holy buttocks and pleasuring her anus, I am fulfilled as her slave.”
Catherine goggled. The nice young man was so normal looking, and obviously so not normal.
The woman was smiling.
“You see, dear, they’re there just waiting for you to take one home. Bobbee, by the way, is an excellent cook and great at massage, too.”
Driving back to the apartment she’d rented on a temporary basis, Catherine kept going over in her head what she’d seen and heard at the party.
Having a man as her slave, legally her property in a kind of way. It was exciting to her, she had to admit. Her marriage had been an awful experience. As a working woman, with a good career, she never wanted to be
treated like that again. It was one reason she’d been very slow to date men after her divorce. This offered an entirely different way of life. She would be the absolute boss, she would have all her needs met and, incredible thought, the guy wouldn’t have needs. Or, if he did, they’d be met by his giving her his complete service and obeying her in everything.
Wow. How could you ask for more?
…when I am there, pressed beneath her holy buttocks and pleasuring her anus, I am fulfilled as her slave.
Bobbee’s humble words came back to her. Wouldn’t that be incredible? How many orgasms could one woman have?
She giggled, then turned into the parking lot outside the building.
Later, as she undressed to take a shower she took Cheryl’s card and put it on the side dresser right next to her phone. She looked in the mirror for a moment, then laughed. She was going to try it, she was going to make that call.

copyright: permian systems 2012.

Face Sitting Part One–FemDom Power!

June 22, 2009

Charcoal drawing by Gordon--lovely work. A beautiful piece of art by Gordon that captures the essence of the act.

“I’m so glad you’ve come to accept this,” she said as she hooked her thumbs into her pink panties and pulled them slowly down over her big, round buttocks, positioned just a foot or so from where he lay on the bed staring up at her.
She paused, with her panties pulled halfway down her ass and looked back over her shoulder at him, where he lay, eyes riveted on her behind, helpless before her sexual power. Slowly, she stretched one leg after the other, moving her buttocks up and down before his eyes. She heard him groan, and then he looked up and their eyes met and she smiled, and they both knew that he was hers to use however she wished.
Now she bent over to pull the scrap of pink silk down her legs, showing him where his face was going to be. He closed his eyes. It was far too late for him to say ‘no.’
Straightening up she pulled her long, light brown hair back and tied it in a pony tail. His eyes travelled up the smooth curves of her hip, back and shoulder. Then she leaned over him. Her firm, beautiful breasts swinging before his eyes. She put a finger to the end of his nose while she grinned.
“You remember what a fuss you made, when we started out?”
He did. He’d been afraid of his submissive tendencies. Terrified of what would happen if she found out.
“So silly, I knew you were this kind of male, the kind I like.”
She swung her leg over him, giving him a glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair, then she was kneeling over him, with the smooth masses of her buttocks poised just inches from his face. He heard her chuckle, and then she tapped the chastity device that kept his cock firmly under her control.
“It’s been a week, I think. Would you like me to let you out?”
“Please, Mistress, I….”
“Yes? You’d do anything for relief?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He said it without thinking, because it was true. She’d reduced him to a state of complete
slavish devotion with her campaign of face sitting, spanking, whipping and enforced chastity.
“Good. I’ll think about that, while I’m enjoying you tonight.”
She pulled the little gold chain on which she kept the key over her head. A few moments later he felt the chastity device pulled away and his penis leaped out to full erection in an instant. She chuckled again. She loved keeping him chaste and constantly horny, desperate for relief.
She took him in her hand and then she moved back and settled her ass on his face, pressing down, burying him in the dark space between her buttocks, while he
kissed her most intimate places.

Classic Late Period Namio Harukawa FS image

Classic Late Period Namio Harukawa FS image

In the realm of Fem Dom practises, nothing is quite as powerful as regular Face Sitting for bringing the male under the sway of the Dominant Female. Conversely, no other act quite so expands the Dominant Woman’s sense of Her superiority over the male.
While spanking, chastity enforcement, even feminization can drive a male into submission to the Female, regular face sitting almost guarantees his descent into complete slavery. For the male that is spanked every night and then sat on, the Woman that dominates him quickly becomes his Goddess. She cannot be disobeyed. His thoughts become suffused with the peculiar intensity of his submission to Her sitting on his face, even as his tender, itchy bottom reminds him of his spankings over her knee. Or, perhaps, the whipping she decided he must endure to show his utter devotion to Her. As the cheeks of her bottom weigh down on the bones of his cheeks and his tongue continues his humiliating service of her ass, his mind takes another step downward into a warm pit of absolute and utter submission.

Another Classic Example of Harukawa's amazing art

Another Classic Example of Harukawa's amazing art

When it comes to Fem Dom Art, face sitting has
always had its devotees. And the contrasts and similarities in their approach to this highly charged, extreme act of submission to the Female make for fascinating study.

When you think of Fem Dom Art and face sitting, the first name to come up is bound to be that of Namio Harukawa. This amazing Japanese artist has produced an extraordinary body of work in the Fem Dom field. Beginning in the 1960s with pencil line drawings on a variety of FemDom themes, Harukawa gradually evolved a style that is unmistakeable and powerfully erotic.

Early Harukawa- hinting at the focus of his future ouevre

Early Harukawa- hinting at the focus of his future ouevre

Harukawa’s FemDom work began with straightforward pencil sketches of the more general themes of FemDom art, e.g. a group of enslaved males carrying a Dominant Female on a throne, or a Japanese Domme flourishing a whip as she thrashes a male slave.

The next period in Harukawa’s work, might be called the “Middle Period”– and saw a number of FemDom themes explored, all edging closer to a full exploration of what we now can see is his real obsession.

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Here is an interesting mid-period Harukawa image. The male is already smaller than the Dominant Female. As she applies the ropes that are the usual bondage method in Harukawa’s art, she has her skirt pulled up around her waist, a definite hint of what is to come. Other points to note– Harukawa here employs the sailor suit clothing  that fascinates male Japanese sex-manga readers. Japanese girls wear this kind of thing to school, or they used to. Secondly, this young lady has a behind that is far beyond the Japanese norm. The Japanese are a small boned people, and Japanese women are rarely equipped with such abundant buttock tissue as in this picture. Thirdly, this is a Japanese scene, note the futons in the closet behind the action.

Harukawa’s work in this period has a grey or grey green tint. His females are more or less normal in proportion while his slave males gradually dwindle from a normal size to a diminutive form, perhaps only 70% as large as the females. This presages the even greater gender disparity to come in his later work. And, he moved closer and closer to the great obsession, the use of the slave male for face sitting pleasure by the Dominant Female.

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Here, we see the slave male bound and blindfolded, with his head placed back on a chair, while the Dominant Female prepares to sit on him and enjoy his services. Her lips are parted in expectation of the pleasure to come. Note that her behind is quite normal in size and nature, and rendered without the extraordinary muscular detail that is the hallmark of Harukawa’s later works.

At some point in the 1980s, Harukawa freed himself from the restraints of the form and the market. He moved steadily into a relentless exploration of his fetish, the all powerful, massive, ruling Female buttocks.

NH_LadyInHeat4By this point, Harukawa was completely free to satisfy himself with his choice of subjects. I believe that the sales of his work were now enough to give him that degree of freedom. In this example, a number of his later period tropes are combined. Much of his work in this era is set in bars and nightclubs and much of it emphasises Dominating Females sitting on bar stools, often with a slave male pressed into service in this manner. The female buttocks are now lovingly rendered with a powerful, erotic attention to detail. The female is considerably less Japanese looking, indeed here, she seems Eurasian to my mind and the male has dwindled in size even futther, so that he is perhaps half the size of the Female. Finally, there are two women here, attending a birthday party, western style with cake and wine. They sit next to each other, and are enjoying the party, while one of them has this male tied to her bar stool with his face rammed between her magnificent buttocks. This is, apparently, a perfectly normal situation. The other woman is completely unconcerned. Perhaps she’ll take her turn sitting on the male in a little while. 3bargrilsAnd here we have Harukawa’s imagination plowing this particular furrow with extraordinary power. Three girls are out for a drink. The bar features peculiarly small, submissive males as barstools for women. The girls have straight, black, asian hair, and fantastic, spectacularly attractive bottoms. The girls are at least twice the size of the slave males, and they sit on them as easily as if they were just cushions.  This level of fantasy imagination is quite remarkable. For a start, there aren’t very many women in Japan with asses as big as this!

barwomsitHere’s another example of Namio’s exploration of this odd little niche in the world of FemDom Art.  Two gorgeous female friends are at the bar. One has her drink in her hand and her ass on the barstool-male beneath her. The other has raised her skirt and is just checking out the slave male she is about to sit on.  A third barstool-male awaits the next Harukawa lady’s bottom to be lowered onto his face.

Most recently, Harukawa has intensified certain aspects of his work. He continues to draw with pencil, add a few touches of color, though sometimes his work is full colored. He remains unconcerned about the widespread use of his work on the internet. His sales in Japan are, it seems, enough for him. Considering the scale of his output he must work most of the time!  In this final example of his work, we can see
Late period Harukawa Covera further refinement of technique. The lady’s hair is not the classic Japanese straight and black. Her buttocks are rendered as enormous and lovingly detailed. The male underneath her is smaller than her, but is not quite as puny as most of the males depicted in Harukawa’s previous period. The power of the moment in this picture remains extremely potent, however. In Harukawa’s world males exist solely to provide pleasure and comfort to huge, dominating females.

Women Spanking Men by eosuchus Part One.

October 5, 2008

For many, if not all, submissive men, being spanked is one of the core practises of Female Domination. Whether She spanks you as a bad boy, or a naughty husband, or a fully sissified panty slave, the fact of the matter is that you are turned over Her lap with your bare behind exposed for her to slap, paddle, strap or even cane.
The degree to which you are rendered helpless before She spanks you is
one of the key elements, all of which are rooted in the humiliation of this practise for a grown man. Some women prefer not to use restraints and to just put their man over their laps and expect him to keep his place without their having to do anything much about it. Here the added humiliation is that he stays there, no matter what, because he is completely submissive to Her and he accepts that She spanks him.
Some women like to hold the man’s right, or left, arm up behind his back to control him, other women will clamp his legs between theirs for a stronger grip on him. And then there are women who prefer a more helpless spankee, with his arms bound behind his back, perhaps, and his ankles cuffed together, and even his knees held together by either his pants or a belt.
However She prefers it, the essence of the matter is the same. She is the Spanker and you are the spankee. In any household where She takes him over Her lap and spanks his bottom for as long as She wants there can be no doubt that She is the ruler and he is the ruled.
By most accounts that I have read, spanking the male can be highly arousing for a Dominant Female. The sense of power and control has a strong erotic edge to it. And conversely, the submissive male derives an even stronger charge from being on the receiving end.
Of course, being spanked is painful, in varying degrees, depending on her mood and the instrument(s) applied. But it is nothing like as painful as a real whipping, or a session with a heavy paddle. At the same time, a spanking is more intimate, more humiliating and far more erotic, because of the physical contact between the spankee’s groin and Her thighs.
There is an element here of the Maternal power of a mother, who may spank her son now and then during childhood. There is considerable argument about the value of such spankings. One side argues that all such violence towards children is wrong, while a more traditional side sees an occasional spanking for truly awful behaviour as being quite acceptable. Both sides agree, however, that more than an occasional spanking for naughty children is not acceptable and shades into child abuse. As with so many aspects of raising children there are grey areas here and parents have to make up their own minds about where to draw lines.
But for adult males who are spanked by Women the transfer of power to Her is all important and has elements of the imbalance in power between a mother and a young, naughty son, perhaps caught shop lifting, or breaking a neighbor’s window with a stone. Over Her lap goes the male, to be punished and humiliated. The humiliation, of course, being very much stronger for the adult male who is spanked
over his Lady’s knee.

For some submissives, a light degree of bondage during spanking is a door to a greater repertoire of bondage activities. Being tied up, or down, and kept that way for a time period that is entirely up to Her who binds you is one of the great psychological pathways of Female Domination. Equally, spankings over the knee with a hairbrush can be part of a process that leads to much fiercer corporal punishments involving canes, whips and paddles. The spankee becomes accustomed to the pain and discomfort and as time goes by can take more severe beatings. Ultimately some men may find themselves dangling from a hook on the ceiling while She flogs them bloody with a cat-o-nine-tails. That, however, is not the subject for this post.
To be spanked every night and then used for Her sexual pleasure is also one of the great highways into the sex submissive’s dream of a life under Her control. With every spanking he slips deeper into submission and farther from the machismo ridden independence he once had. Regular spankings, coupled with other intimate forms of domination reinforce one another and put the spanked male firmly under his Woman’s control.

When the Lady Spanker comes home from work and finds her man busy fixing dinner and pats him on the ass and whispers in his ear that such devotion might earn him a reward later, the fact that he is regularly put over her knee for a spanking is the inescapable grounding for their relationship. A regularly spanked bottom is also a sensitive one, a little tender, a little sore, and the man it’s attached to is constantly aware of that little tingle. With the tingle come the memories of being over Her knee and staring at the floor, or her shoes, while her hand, hairbrush or paddle is being used to spank him. And with those memories comes the certainty that he will be back over that knee soon enough for his next spanking. So that little pat, or perhaps a bit more than that, a little rubbing on that tender behind, combined with her voice in his ear can ignite a cascade of erotic and masochistic feelings and desires.
When the spankee is also subject to chastity control, in whatever way She desires, and is not allowed any release except with her permission, the combination of being desperate for relief from the normal urges and the spankee’s sensations of
erotic humiliation and masochistic pleasure also reinforce one another and promote ever deeper levels of submission to the Dominant Female.
And let’s face it, for the submissive male, this is what we want. The FemDom dream is that submissive men surrender themselves completely to their Women, whether they’re Wives, Girl Friends, Goddesses or Mistresses. The sub male kneels before them, kisses their feet, and accepts whatever they demand from him. More often than not, such relationships will have a certain amount of spanking, of him by Her, and those spankings will loom large in his mind.
(Note: the world of M/f spanking is not our concern. But I will point out that
the visible world of spanking has changed mightily over the past 25 years. It was once a real rarity to find F/m spanking material. What was published in magazines was usually M/f and F/f. And it was well understood in those days that the F/f spanking material was often filling in for the F/m material that men were too ashamed to buy. Even purchasing F/m magazines exposed submissive men to casual and routine humiliations from pornography outlets and stores.
The internet has changed all that. A few google numbers show the pattern today.
594,000 spanking M/f
408,000 Men spanking women
528,000 spanking F/m
440,000 Women spanking men
557,000 spanking F/f
536,000 FemDom spanking
621,000 Erotic spanking
31,500,000 spanking in general…covering many topics.
So, while M/f spanking remains the dominant aspect of Spanking scene, the F/m side of things has grown explosively over the last six or seven years.)

Back in the dark ages of FemDom, it was the FemDom artists that really
carried the light for male submissives. And of those artists, Stanton was easily the most prominent. Here we have a pair of classic Stanton illustrations that demonstrate his particular style, when it came to a FemDom spanking.
First off, Stanton rarely left it to a hand spanking, though he had illustrated those in his early days. No, for Stanton, the Lady needed a paddle, usually large and squared off. For some reason, Stanton rarely drew rounded paddles.
Secondly, Stanton endlessly eroticises the buttocks and the breasts. Not only that but he juxtaposes them, the cleft between the Domme’s proud breasts signalling power and control, the curves of the spankee’s ass signalling helplessness and submission.
Thirdly, Stanton is attentive to the humiliating details of the act. His gorgeous Dominant is pulling down the spankee’s shorts with one hand, baring his almost absurdly plump buttocks, while accepting the paddle from a third party, who is witness to the spanking.
And then it begins! And from the first shot we know this is no little spanky-panky affair. The paddle is biting into that soft male ass tissue, and his upper body flexes up as he howls from the sting of it.
In this example of Stanton’s wonderful art, he gets in so many perfect details, such as Her arm gripping the spankee across his hip and back that you have to think that Stanton himself had experienced many a fierce spanking. Her knees are together, her upper body is partly rotated back to her right, and her right arm wields the paddle with considerable energy. That’s one male rump that will be scarlet and sore for days afterwards!
With Stanton’s art career, we also have a kind of time machine back through the slow, halting emergence of FemDom from the deep shadows that hid it from view in the pre-internet age. His early work is full of almost generic hard -leather F/f scenes, rendered in the style of the late 1940s and early 50s. Later, as he began the great Stantoons project he developed his own wild caste of FemDom characters and storylines that became famous among the submissive male legions around the world. Lily and Dolly of the Family Affair, the terrifying Princkazons, Stanton’s erotic imagination took off into the farthest reaches of the male fetish psyche.
Of course, nearly all the great FemDom artists have produced spanking art, with a few odd exceptions, such as Namio Harukawa, who never shows OTK scenes, only whippings. Then again, Harukawa’s central obsession is, umm, wedged several degrees farther down the line of FemDom practise than simple spankings over the knee.
Here’s a great Puyal classic featuring a stern Dominant Wife or Mistress giving a hairbrushing to her pantied, partially feminized househubby or servant. Puyal’s love of activity in the scene is strong here. Mr spankee is not enjoying this moment in time, but then he isn’t bound in any way and he even has his medium-high heels on the floor. He could walk away at any time. But, of course, he won’t, because he’s already in panties, already Her servant and already subservient to Her will. Her mouth drawn in a stern line, her hairbrush raised, the Domme here is intent on the work at hand. It’s likely that her slave will have a tender bottom for several days after this scene is over.
In contrast, here in Sardax world, the young lady spanking her guy is obviously enjoying herself. His ass is nice and rosy pink, his sock feet are up in the air and the full erotic power of a nice intimate spanking over Her powerful lap is on display. Sardax usually loads the sexual energy into his scenes and this is no exception.
Sardax also gives us powerful Women who are enjoying the activities of Female Domination. His Women who spank often have a smile on their lips and presumably a song in their hearts as they wield palms and paddles on male rumps.

Sardax also covers a great variety of scenarios in his art. Here’s another spanking, this time we have a male maid, feminized and gagged, pulled over his Mistress’s lap, his skirts lifted up so that his pantied behind can be soundly spanked by the light of a conveniently placed lamp. As usual, Sardax’s Lady is enjoying herself, and her male maid is not in bondage, emphasising his total submission to Her.

END OF PART ONE.

copyright Permian Systems 2008.

PART TWO is now available on Women Spanking Men– Eosuchus Femdom Dreams.


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