A Different Kind Of Dominance

Body/Mind/Soul/Brain. Her form, the totality that is Her, operates on a plane that is far superior to the mere senses. A dark place because it is unknown, frightening. We fear extinction here. At the same time we possess our ultimate security, the absolute certainty that this is where we want to be…and where we belong. It is the pathway to our redemption. Here…In the Darkness…This is Enlightenment…This is Hell.

She takes us there. She is Power. She is Grace. She is Incomprehensible Entity. Her flesh is borne of divine spirit, Satan’s most glorious gift when aligned with the maleficence that comes with such incendiary intent. Extra-Dimensional; strange galaxies merge into new worlds here. It is poetry. Beautiful. Unfathomable. The paralyzing, subtle tremors of her plush, cream-color leg-flesh drive the kneeling subject into mourning for parcels of his existence now being cast upon the altar of sacrifice for the last time. A final renunciation of all that came before. The Grand Farewell to the past. She will accept nothing less. Commitment to her must always be uncompromising; unconditional.

Very often, the most powerful subjection a man is forced to endure is accomplished with complete passivity on her part. Of course, she must wield her will with unchecked aggression. But physically, she may often accomplish the most remarkable results without lifting a finger.

A Vignette.
Coette was, like, this Deadly Domme. Big, fat girl…really cute…really super-hot…like, sexy as Hell.
Killer Coette, they’d say…cuz she was , like, deadly. She made him do it. We were the ones saw it, cuz nobody else wanted to come that day.  She showed him her killer ass and she sorta shook it real hot-like so he saw it real good, and then…just real fast outta nowhere she said; “Smash your face off the edge of that table.”
And it was so weird…I mean, he didn’t even hesitate. He threw himself pretty hard. And when he did, she laughed…cuz his face caught that sharp corner…and man did he yell out…had to hurt like hell what he did…but she was by no means satisfied. So she showed him her fat, luscious thigh…y’know, real hot-like, and she was in these, like, super-hot super-high heels, which unnerved him…like, a lot, I think…and then she told him to go again…well, to DO IT again, I think, only harder. Then she said, “A LOT harder!”
He kept doing it because she kept laughing and laughing and making him keep doing it HARDER and the table edge was really hard and it had like a sharp corner there too and she thought it was super-funny that he was getting so bloody and screaming and…and…you could see…that…he…didn’t know what to do but had to keep going because she kept flashing her body at him…especially those monstrous legs…well and her big, super-hot ass too…real sexy and hot-like…oh yeah…AND her cleavage…oh, man…it would be, like, bouncing…oh god…which was GORGEOUS…and her tits were, like, huge and….and…edible, I thought for some reason.
“Again. Harder!”
And then, BAM! He’d crash his face into it again…I mean so hard. Then he’d yell out…and the blood…god…there’d be more blood…really bad…It would, like, fly all over…then she’d laugh…and laugh…and laugh some more.
“Again. Harder!”
Omigod…then…then it was worse cuz he obeyed her some more and did it again…really bloody…splattering all over…something awful…and his voice…that yelling…so much pain…
And more laughter…like so sinister…we were pretty scared then…
“Again.”
Well, she just kept on and on and she like never touched the fuckin’ dude, but…you know, just kept laughing and telling him to do it again…it was SO weird! Well…by now you know what happened. Well…MOST of ‘em know by now, I guess. He eventually bounced off the edge of that table again…REALLY hard that time…and Coette just looked down at him so serious like and she had…I mean…there was no feeling…in that look…none…at all…she was like this girl version of Michael Myers, ummmm…so anyway…he slammed down to the hard tile floor…again…and…he…he DIED. For real. All just doing what she said. She never touched him. Just like ordered him…to…like…kill himself…basically. It was really weird. But…we were afraid of her too…and, like, we never asked…any questions.

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The New Birth

You tell yourself it’s nothing, nothing strange, at any rate. You remember bits and pieces, but you always wish you remembered more. There could have been a touch involved, but it isn’t necessarily so. Sometimes, you remember it coming as nothing more than a slight movement, almost imperceptible, but—and here is where your memory fails—the storm inside that followed was a giant, a cosmic cyclone of immense proportion, crushing everything in its path with an incomprehensible, implacable fury; a monster, a mad galaxy of psycho-kinetic terror with death at its center. Such a tempest works its destruction with raw physical power, but at the same time, it renders retreat or escape impossible due to its extraordinary, singular beauty, which defies logic or description; a beauty that causes paralysis. Only through experience is one capable of understanding this. Neither soul nor body has movement here. This unstoppable force has a name. It is called Madness. It is the end of life and the beginning of life. It is certainly death, but beyond the threshold it is infinite potentiality, infinite source, infinite bliss. It comes in one form, and one form only. It comes as Vixen.

If she has coaxed your touch, it is already too late. Your tears, your supplication, your worship and your pleading only amuse her. You are a joke to her, a plaything, if that. Vixen deals only in reality. The reality of your destruction, and the accomplishment of her will. That is her reality. But within this dark reality, her reality, lies the infinite mansion, the Paradise of the Absolute; a fantastic, unspeakable, idyllic world where, if you plunge deep enough, dreams and forgotten memories collide and ignite, the sparks and subsequent flames giving birth to living patterns of all that will ever be, and to all that could ever comprise the total . And this sublime space-of-mind, timeless, bathed in its eternal mystery and resistance to common apprehension, cannot remain pressed in dream-dimension beyond the moment of your arrival, and so must transcend its ethereal barrier and emerge whole into singularity, that kid’s corner of Being that opens into hidden planes of self, and merges there, now in the deepest regions, into rainbows of desire, regret, reconstruction, failure, pain, love, misconception, awakening, enlightenment, flesh, flower, music and rain…and all this spiked anew (at this point) with sharp, blazing refractions from the roaring monolith that is the body of Vixen; Portal to Ultimate Truth! Guardian of the Unconscious, Keeper of all men’s souls. This, this is Madness!! She has accomplished it! Her witch-crafted laughter rings through your soul and into the very Death that awaits you now. You worship her legs, her ass, her face, her Divine Being, and you know that this phase is finished.

Your prayer goes up, something to this effect: Divine Vixen, I beg thee, with utter respect and humility, to have mercy upon me. For I am unworthy, and incapable of the perfect obedience you demand and deserve. Have mercy, benevolent Goddess!

Vixen knows exactly what she wants. She plans to become as the Arc of the Covenant to your Philistine fingers. She is going to destroy you with one single touch. Such a display of power is unprecedented. But the end will not be swift. It is her intention to make you wait. It will seem like an eternity, an eternity of electrifying cruelty. She will watch you suffer unspeakably, tortured, tormented by cascading waves of desire, an avalanche of need inflamed by restriction, by her divine commands, by the slightest gesture of her head as it shakes: No.

You can still see the gentle quivers of her legs and ass as your free fall ends. And here, in the darkness that becomes infinite light, you become, for the first time, one with your own true essence. She knows instantly when you’ve arrived.

-Now, she says.

You place your hand softly on the splendid flesh along the back of her upper thigh. Vixen lets out the slightest whisper of deadly laughter. You hear something else; indescribable, like a spirit in flames. Experience breaks up into a quantum matrix of Vixen’s scents and shapes—blinding, particulate—and a primal firestorm is born, breathing the new universe into existence.

Boxer Girl

The whole time it was obvious she was in a hurry. We met for happy hour, downtown L.A., upscale hotel bar. Mystery woman, alright. I met her coming off an elevator. Rammed her full speed but, strange, she stood in place, planted like a giant oak. Force of impact knocked me right on my ass. Heard lotsa people laugh when I went down.
-(Wimp, chump, idiot, pussy, Nancy-Boy.) Heard shit like that, or, pretty sure I did. Goddamn, she was beautiful, though, and she stood over me.
-I’m sorry. Let me help you up.
Big girl. Damn. Tall, but solid too. Thick, shapely legs, high heels, short skirt, sumptuous chubby arms bare in sleeveless top. Something in her eyes, I remember now, something not quite right. Sorta demonic quality, maybe. Unusual way they glowed or something. Paid no attention to it under the circumstances. Definitely a little embarrassed, slamming into a woman-she didn’t budge-and getting knocked on my pansy ass.

So then we talked for a minute. Stayed right there in that lobby and she was OK small-talking and I was down with it too. Seemed like she was taking an interest in me. So she suggested it. It was her idea.
-Why don’t we have a drink or a bite to eat? I’m starved. -Sure! But I’ve got an appointment here I really have to make. I don’t think it’ll take long. There’s a really nice bar in the hotel across the street.
I looked at my watch.
-In fact, they’ll have happy hour going at four. They have great appetizers. I can meet you there.
-Right across the street?
-Right across the street. First floor. The bar’s right there.
-Take my cell number. In case you get held up.
Beautiful Clydesdale of a woman, flattens me, then gives me her cell number. Who’d ‘ve thought?

The bar was great. Really nice, elegant atmosphere. Moroccan buffet tonight. Girl could really put it away. Mechoui, Pastilla, kebobs of calf liver and lamb, couscous; ate like she’d never seen food before. And Stoli martinis, extra dry, super-chilled…with olives. Slammed ‘em down like fresh spring water. The whole thing was such a kick. But, like I said, she was definitely pushing, time-wise. Seemed up-tight in a way, and yet it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Her name was Connie.
-So, Connie, what are you doing later? I asked.
-Hmm? Oh, uhmmm, well, I assumed we were going to my place.
-You did?
-Mmm-hmm. Don’t you want to?
-Sure, yeah. That would be great. Just seems like maybe you’re in a hurry. I didn’t want to hold you up.
-No. I’m fine. I’m all yours.
Jeezus. What did she mean by that? Well…

We were pretty hammered by the time we left and I asked her how far of a drive it was.
-No drive, she said, I’m right over there.
She pointed to a hi-rise three buildings down.
-Wow, I said. A real city dweller.
-Mmm-hmm. It’s the only way to go. Work downtown, train downtown, live downtown. Keeps life simple.
-Train?
-Mmm-hmm. I’m learning to box.
-Cool!
-Yeah. I like it. C’mon. This way.
We weaved our way down the sidewalk to her building, laughing hysterically, having a great time. I couldn’t help my continual staring, though. She was so seriously, unbelievably hot. How did this all happen? What the hell was I doing here? Gorgeous woman, getting drunk, going back to her apartment? Ours is not to question…

As we entered the building, it all seemed like your standard issue office complex; very professional-looking with the obligatory modern art sculptures around the lobby. Cool ones, though. Felt like money. Rode the elevator up to where Connie lived on the 33rd floor. Her apartment was beautiful; spacious and tastefully furnished. A picture window formed the majority of the outer wall and the view of the city was fabulous from there.
-I had no idea there were such nice apartments here, I said.
-Oh yes. There’s been so much great development down here. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else now.
I looked around the lovely living room and noticed that Connie did have quite a few photographs of different boxers on the walls, and a large painting of Ali in his prime loomed imposingly above the faux fireplace.
-You really are serious about boxing, I said. That’s a great painting.
-Thanks, she said. Are you sticking with martinis?
-Sounds good.
Her Stoli martini was the best I had ever tasted. Dry as a bone and chilled to the marrow. Left me sipping it as she went off to change.

To say I was stunned when she returned doesn’t even begin to say it. She emerged from the hallway wearing a skimpy black bikini, matching black patent leather high heels and a pair of shiny new boxing gloves. She was also holding another pair, obviously designated for me.
-Here, she said, tossing them to me. These oughta fit you.
I was speechless. My god, her legs! So long and so big. So chunky and shapely. Her flesh was sublime. Her huge, gorgeous breasts threatened to burst the bonds of her tiny bikini top and her ass was so juicy and round it seemed to defy the very principles of anatomy.
-C’mon, put ‘em on, she said. I’ll show you what I’ve been learning.
Sounded innocent enough, but at the moment I was having a hard time even processing her words as I sat there bedazzled by her awesome beauty and power. She stooped over the coffee table and somehow managed to lift her martini clumsily to her lips in spite of the gloves, slamming it down in one gulp.
-Ahhh, that’s the ticket, she said. Nothing like a martini to bring out the beast in a girl.
I stood up and put my gloves on, thinking this was going to be the most fun I’d had since playing in mud puddles back in kindergarten. I moved around into the middle of the living room where Connie was already shadow boxing, her marvelous flesh bouncing gently and so enticingly before me. Who could concentrate on boxing, for god’s sake? Between the booze and my excitement from looking at her, I didn’t even know if I could keep from mauling her right here on the living room floor.

That notion was dispelled rather quickly.
-Let’s see what you got, she said, bouncing up and down and punching her gloves together.
Before I could say ‘OK’ a hard left jab nailed me flush in the middle of my face. It was no love tap. It was the real thing.
-Ow! I yelled. Shit, Connie, what the–?
This time a big right hand. Pop!! Caught me on the temple and knocked me back toward the window.
-Better protect yourself, she warned. Remember ‘Million dollar Baby.’
It all happened so fast, before I could even protest. Another hard, straight jab, stronger than the last one, and I was seeing stars. Another one, right on the heels of the last one snapped my head back, hurting my eye and causing me to cry out again. As I lifted my hands to try and protect my face, she had her opening and slammed a hard right into my solar plexus. It knocked the wind out of me and I doubled over onto the floor. From there, I was staring at her marvelous feet in those high heels and hearing her voice badgering me.
-Get up, she said. At least give me a workout, ya fuckin’wimp!
I struggled to catch my breath and had to clutch onto her leg to have any chance of pulling myself up. As my face reached her glorious thighs I whimpered ‘Omigod,’ or some such exclamation. The perfumed scent of her crotch area and those incomprehensible legs acted as smelling salts upon me, helping me to rise tentatively to my feet. I saw her smiling at me, evil and utterly mad, like some sort of demoness. Then came a wicked combination: another jack-hammer left jab split my lip open and broke my nose. Hurt like a bitch. With each punch, I became insatiably aroused at the sight of her big, beautiful, powerful arms working their destruction upon me; so sexy and devastating. I longed to seize one of them and devour the luscious, divine flesh from which they were sculpted. That thought was bludgeoned out of me by a follow-up right to the middle of my chest, which stunned me badly. Felt like it made my heart stop. Began to panic. Processing that, and a monster left hook nearly decapitated me, causing my eye to swell shut almost immediately and opening a massive gash over the eyebrow that sent blood spurting across the room.

I went down like a bag of dirt from that and lay on the floor groaning in pain. She hovered over me immediately, laughing like some beautiful vulture inspecting her carrion .
-Up! she commanded.
No way. My head was spinning ’til I was sure I would throw up. Far too racked with pain to even consider making it to my feet. Connie bent down over me and grasping my head between her gloved hands, pulled me up.
-You know, you really need to learn how to defend yourself, she giggled.
Holding me flimsily in place with her left, she reared back and cold-cocked me with a brutal right to the face. That one pretty much flattened my nose, split my other eyelid open, and put another canal-like crack in my lip. It had now become a grotesque, bloody scene. Red splattered everywhere as I went reeling across the room, flipping head over heels before coming to rest flat on my stomach.
-I told you to get up and fight! she laughed. Now let’s go. Get up!

I was in a bad way at this point. Could hardly moan, let alone move, let alone get up. With each rapid heartbeat, blood pumped out of me from the lacerations around my eyes, from my demolished nose, and from huge cuts on my lips. She picked me up again, and my pulp-like face passed directly before her powerful thighs, which drove me to the brink of sexual madness despite the agony I was in. She held me in place there and stamped her legs down alternately, making me watch the delightful rippling of her leg-flesh as she did it. Began then to writhe like an epileptic, which amused her immensely. She laughed even harder, and holding me slightly stooped over this time, she blasted an inhumanly powerful right hand into my mid-section. I threw up instantly from the force of the blow, but before I could fall she caught me, held me in place again, and buried another wicked left hook into my kidney area. I had never felt such pain. I screamed out as the puke flowed from my mouth, but still, she didn’t let me fall. Set me up and exploded with the biggest right hand yet, straight into my face. The blow lifted me off my feet and I came crashing down on her coffee table, smashing it beneath my now critically battered body. I lay there, flipping, flopping like a flounder, my brains knocked into another dimension, noticing some sort of strange, hard pellets in my mouth, which I suddenly and horrifyingly realized were teeth. She had knocked my front teeth out, and now I lay there spitting them out like blood-soaked coins from a slot machine. I saw my life passing before my eyes.
-You goddamn, pathetic bitch! she snarled. How dare you break my fucking furniture! And look at this place! Look at the fucking mess you’ve made!
I was in no position to look at anything.

Unbelievable as it may sound, she continued to punish me like this for at least another half hour. When I came to I was in a hospital where I stayed for 6 weeks recovering from the beating I had taken. I never saw Connie again, which was just as well. After all, I was obviously not very good at boxing.

Part V: Vixen: The Ascent To Violence

Having now placed both Vixen and her subject in terms of their respective developments, it is now time to turn our attention to the true focus of our study, which is Vixen in action. With this section we begin our analysis of the most fascinating subject within the entire spectrum of Sexuality. This is Domination, an extraordinary realm of unconscious impulses and desires, of forbidden thoughts brought to life, of the most extreme reversals in conventional attitudes, actions, relationships and roles. It is the realm of fear, of rank and protocol, of altered states of reality, of the most fervent and existentially real forms of Religion and Worship, of dungeons and chains, and of a sizzling, stocking-adorned leg flashed furtively and to grand effect on a crowded subway. It is the realm of ultimate command and obedience, mistress and slave, oppressor and oppressed. In the end, it is the realm of violence. Vixen’s capacity for the inflicting of physical and emotional pain and suffering is unsurpassed. It is this aspect of her power that we will investigate in today’s post.

So how is it that a lovely young girl turns to violence? What has gotten into her that makes her crave the intoxicating empowerment of beating a man into utter submission? How is it that she happened onto that laugh, so reminiscent of an Evil Sorceress? And why does it comes forth in such lovely, lilting waves when the lowly man has been rendered tearful and helpless at the mere sight of her powerhouse legs? She has adopted, in many ways, the attitude of a cold-blooded killer, and she revels in the role. Assuming, of course, that we are now dealing with the woman that has undergone the transformations described in our previous posts, we begin, then, from the standpoint of a woman who is already quite accustomed to having her way. She controls men with consummate ease and even what we would describe as artistry. But the shift to availing herself of abject violence in the execution of her will is yet another phase that must be investigated.

Vixen’s propensity toward violence happens quite naturally in the course of her development, and there is no set stage during which she adds it to her repertoire of domination. Some are already experimenting in the Awakening stages, for others it begins during Discovery. It all depends on the personality. But regardless of age, it usually happens that she simply gets carried away in the heat of the sexual moment and follows an instinct that comes upon her, the impulse to strike. With that first slap, punch, or kick, and in fully grasping the import of her subject’s terrified reaction to it, she senses her power surging to even greater heights, and experiences herself as implacable tyrant, now possessing carte blanche to do with her puny, pathetic pig-boy anything she pleases. She no longer simply dominates him. After learning that she can beat him at will, she owns him. That first blow is routinely followed by all manner of corporeal experimentation in which Vixen discovers her preferred methods of breaking his body and demonstrating in no uncertain terms her unconditional authority. This continuous growth in Vixen’s power and authority has a dramatic effect on her own journey of sexual transcendence. The more power she exerts over her subject, and conversely, the more powerless he proves to be in her presence, the closer she comes to arrival at the desired state of sexual ecstasy in which she will experience her own ascent into translation.

Meanwhile, her subject is experiencing the reciprocal movement toward Kenosis (self-emptying). As he is progressively stripped of his power, his bodily control, and eventually his very will itself, he too is moving very near the state of transcendence or translation. So, what is this close connection between sensuality and violence? How can we explain the apparently incongruous fact that more suffering, and more infliction of suffering, produce in the principals the state of sexual ecstasy? Unfortunately, we learn very little from nature with regard to our question. While there is indeed significant violence in the sexual behavior of animals, as far as we can tell, none of it is premeditated for the purpose of achieving enlightenment. (Then again, who knows, Hmmm?) But with us, the natural element of sexual violence is not reserved for the act of consummation itself, but rather, it is introduced as an element of Ritual. It is a religious form of violence, the purpose of which is that of achieving a higher state of consciousness. As mentioned above, it is the infliction of violence that works toward Vixen’s translation, and the reception of violence that works toward the same in the case of the subject.

You will notice that I have used the term ‘translation’ in describing the alterations in consciousness through which Vixen and subject ascend to elevated states of being. Translation is contrasted to Transcendence by virtue of its describing the state of motion as such between planes, or from one to another. And so, as the sexual experience becomes progressively more heated and ecstatic, the moment comes when Vixen and/or the subject become ‘translated’ to the superior plane. Transcendence is reserved for indicating the actual state of being within the planes of higher consciousness. It is accurate, then, to speak of being translated into states of transcendence.

So, what exactly is happening during the infliction of violence? How is it so closely tied to sexual ecstasy? For the most part, we are conditioned to think of sexuality in terms of love, in terms of relationship, in terms of monogamy, marriage, etc., in short, as an expression of care and/or exclusivity between two people. A one-night stand may lack the deeper emotions associated with the relationship as such, but it is generally thought of as an expression of affection nonetheless. True Domination, inclusive of the potential for X-Treme violence, operates outside the limits of such a dynamic. Through the violence of Domination, Vixen is seeking her own orgasmic luxury through the manifold psychic highs that are the concrete effects of her mastery. There are endless variations to the qualities present in these highs, but they will tend to fall under the umbrella of the following basic forms. These forms include, Intoxication with her own strength, sexual arousal at witnessing the disorientation of her subject, the sense of ‘play’ that characterizes the encounter, the experience of translation, and finally orgasm itself. Orgasm may or may not signal the achievement of Transcendence for Vixen. Often, she will have already achieved it from the ecstatic flow of the encounter and from the fullness of spirit she receives from the depth of subjugation inflicted upon her subject. In such cases, orgasm usually follows closely after. It will be instructive, then, to look at these psychic highs individually.

1. Intoxication with her own strength. With self-intoxication, we enter into the marvelous realm of Vixen’s confidence and arrogance, the two qualities that, after consideration of the outright allure of her beauty, are the most indicative of her power and best account for the particular level of dominance she has achieved. In playing with her subject as predator to prey, each vicious slap, each powerful punch, each devastating knee bash or leg lift, each act of smothering or face-sitting, each element of the brutal damage she will accomplish, makes her hungry for more as she becomes intoxicated with her own power to reduce a man to a useless, pathetic, and irrelevant lump of flesh. This self-intoxication makes her more dangerous as the encounter progresses because of the escalating level of arousal she is experiencing as she punishes him. This syndrome is not unlike that of the Great White Shark in the act of feeding. It is not only a show of devastating power, it is also a natural result of the violence itself. The more bloodletting that occurs, the more frenzied the shark will become. In the same way, the thrill of stalking, catching, and overpowering brings Vixen to a state of inner frenzy in which her excitement is manifest in even more accelerated violence. The knowledge that she can control another with such ease and impunity feeds upon itself causing her to access even higher levels of strength and power with each hard blow she administers upon her battered subject.

2. Sexual arousal vis-à-vis the disorientation of her subject. This follows closely, and is indeed connected to #1. Here we see a most disturbing and cruel side of Vixen, the actual arousal at the heavily compromised state of her subject, which typically will include X-Treme mental disorientation and even severe physical injuries by this point in the encounter. Let us be clear that this is a separate source of arousal from that of her self-intoxication. Self-intoxication, again, is the arousal that comes from within herself, a kind of high-level pride-in-self that comes from knowledge of her capabilities. It is inner-directed toward her own ego. This second state of arousal comes at the actual enjoyment of seeing her subject in a helpless condition, from a dark form of erotic satisfaction at seeing him in agony. Watching him grovel, beg, cry, writhe in pain, and make every effort to fight through the damage she has inflicted upon him in order to please her is a powerful source of erotic stimulation for her. We will speak more on the direct psychology associated with this particular psychic effect in a coming post, but we should note at this point that this fiendish sensual charge she gets from seeing her subject fallen into a devastating state of delusion and psychosis at her hands, is difficult to trace back to any particular psychological source. It is found as often in Power-Dommes who have never had issues with men as it is with those who use their dominance as a way of getting even with men for some earlier injustice in their lives. It appears that there are simply a certain number of women out there who love to batter men. They will tell you almost routinely that it was something that just ‘felt great’ right from the start with no qualifications needed nor expected. This state is outer-directed at the subject. It should be noted here that this near-obsession on her part with her subject’s helplessness and trauma often leads to more severe violence on her part. As she watches him struggle, she is usually prompted to ‘ratchet up’ the punishment and it is at this point in the encounter that she most often beats and humiliates the subject with such force that he will achieve translation. Her awareness that he has ‘left himself’ (kenosis) is often the trigger for her own translation as well. Obviously, each encounter is different and there are certainly no hard, fast rules as far as order and timing are concerned, but this description is certainly an accurate guideline for charting the different levels of violence that Vixen will enact due to the compromised condition of her subject.

3. The sense of ‘Play.’ The third psychic high experienced by Vixen through her mastery, though of course also related to the first two, involves a very different aspect of her interior make-up that is connected to her sense of innate creativity. It is a feeling that is invoked due to the role-playing character of the encounter and can also be compared to the feeling we might imagine to be present in a cat playing its game of death with a mouse. Contrasted to the the arousal at her own strength of point #1, and the arousal at the compromised state of her victim in #2, we are describing here the arousal that she feels in anticipation of ‘what happens next?’ It is the open-ended character of the event that stimulates her here. This state is both outer and inner-directed as it depends on the subject’s reactions to her abuse, and in turn, to her reactions to his reactions. I generally prefer to call this the ‘cat & mouse’ syndrome, but the correct psychological designation is that of ‘Play.’ Play involves freedom to act in random ways, unstructured, and without any necessary qualifying objective. It can refer to meaningless activity, enjoyable activity, experimental activity, sensory activity, almost any kind of activity that is performed strictly for its own sake. With this sensation of openness to the moment infusing her spirit, Vixen’s sense of creativity comes to the fore as she decides what the next development in the encounter is to be. She is the boss here, and nothing happens unless she wills it or approves it. Well, if you guessed that this concept inspires even more violence on her part, you’d be right. Abandoning herself to this quality during the encounter, she will most often experiment with the most unusual forms of violence and humiliation she can think of. This period can go very badly for the subject as the realization that no one can stop her from doing literally anything she wants to him takes hold of her.

4. Translation, Orgasm, and Transcendence. With regard to these final phases of encounter, we will have more to say when we discuss the Religious elements of FemDom. Their relationships to violence are generally indirect, which is to say that while violence certainly plays a significant role in getting Vixen to these levels, once translation is achieved, we have effectively left its province behind and must begin to avail ourselves of other concepts that are more suitable for the analysis of these psychical and physical states. At this point it suffices to note that Translation, Orgasm, and Transcendence do not necessarily follow any particular order and may occur independently or in such rapid succession as to be experienced as one progressive state, with a nearly infinite combination of variations possible between the two extremes.

Regardless, then, of the forms Vixen’s violence takes on, the simple answer to our topical question is that she employs violence because it gives her pleasure to do so. It is also clear that she is a most greedy task-mistress when it comes to violence, which, as we noticed in our study, tends to beget itself over and over within her as she continues to employ it. We must try to come to grips with this aspect of human nature, because that will-to-violence is part of us. It is within us, and it is alive. Vixen’s manner of manifesting it on the physical plane just happens to be the most delightful and fascinating form of it known to us at present. Does it surprise you that I use the adjective ‘delightful’ in describing the brutal violence at which Vixen is so consummately adept? If so, you must remember the maxim, so apropos of the subject of Female Domination, that Pain is a Pleasure. This is, after all, a study of Obsession by one who is Obsessed. So, yes, I’ll stick to my guns and shout from the rooftops that Vixen’s use of violence is delightful, delightful indeed! Long may she reign.

Part III: The Birth of Her Power

In Part II we were introduced to Vixen as the archetype Female Dominant. We learned that she is a rare breed of woman in that she deals exclusively in the realm of Obsession and that her limitless Power constitutes a sublime mystery owing to the bizarre and, as far as we know, unique appearance of an anomaly in nature with respect to the display and wielding of that Power in and around events and especially where her encounter with Male is concerned. With the appearance of the anomaly, her weakness is transformed into strength, her beauty into destructive force, and her softness into pure potentiality for the consummate execution of extreme brutality; brutality which she administers with impunity. To grasp all that lies at the root of this marvelous reversal of roles requires more than a casual perusal of surface appearances. As stated in our introduction, the detailed study of Female Domination, by its very complexity and fascination, must be a rather lengthy one. But I am convinced that we will discover it to be well worth the effort if we persevere with intelligence and enthusiasm. Who knows? With a little good fortune along the way we may even be able to shed some entirely new light on the miraculous existence of Vixen and the enigmatic phenomenon of her extraordinary power.

Having now learned something about who Vixen is, we must now back up a bit and investigate Vixen’s beginnings. How does it start? Where and when does the awareness of her true identity become known to her? Surely this revelation must be among the most exciting and compelling developments of self-actualization in the life of any human being. And for us, The Obsessed, it is thought of as a moment of sheer magic. Let us move forward, then, and take a look at Vixen’s beginnings with ‘The Birth of Her Power.’

The Awakening.
This phase constitutes the birth of the dominatrix. Dominant women acquire their tastes for power at different times and in different ways. But regardless of the particulars, there is always a pattern of emerging awareness with regard to certain capabilities that become available to them based on the display of their bodies. A teen-age girl stands before the mirror in her bedroom, admiring her naked body. Her hot, nubile rack is a fairly new development, but that ass and those legs have been evolving toward this state of perfection for some time. She looks at herself from every angle, smiling proudly. Something new is happening within her, something exciting. She may not define it at this point, she may, in fact be quite unsure as to where it is leading. But she knows that whatever it is, it is good. Suddenly her body is ‘there.’ It’s hot and she knows it’s hot. She takes mental notes as to how she compares to Monica, Susie, Charis, and Jenny Li. They too have all been called ‘hot,’ but she knows now that she burns them all down. Seems like it just happened, right now, this morning, like she wasn’t this perfect yesterday morning. But she’s got it now, and that’s all that matters.

The Awakening phase is also signaled by a radical change in wardrobe. Our neophyte Vixen immediately begins to require far less bodily coverage than she had in the past. Tops get skimpier and thinner. She perfects the appearance of her developing bust line by rigorous experimentation with bras until she achieves the look she wants. Shorts get shorter, heels get higher, make-up gets trashier, parents become enraged. She will usually become more outgoing during this time, happy to flaunt her new found confidence. Those around her notice that she is becoming more demanding. She has the feeling she deserves the fulfillment of her desires. At this point, it seems as if all she wants to do is to scandalize with her delicious new body and attitude.

Discovery and Development
This is an exciting period. Everything is new, and a girl begins to see the effect, the impact she is making on the world around her. She begins to sense the potential that she has for controlling events with her body and her attitude. The results are almost immediate. She moves into an entirely new world; from anonymity to ‘force to be reckoned with.’ For most dominant girls this phase is accomplished in no more than one school term, usually far less, in as little as two or three months.

During this period, the young dominatrix is receiving valuable input from all quarters. From peer interaction she is learning general consensus as to what is ‘hot.’ She becomes aware of all vital sources of media, such as TV shows, music, videos, movies, everything a girl must be familiar with in order to be cool. But most importantly, she is learning to assimilate all this information in the service of her supreme power. She will quickly ascertain which dresses, which footwear, which poses, which body parts, which smiles, which phrases, and which attitudes best serve her purposes, not only with the boys, but with the world at large. As this period of discovery continues, at some point our newborn Vixen will have a kind of epiphany, that moment when it all ‘locks in.’ She may be as young as 14 or 15 in some cases, but usually it will occur around the age of 17 or 18. But regardless of age, from that moment forward, she is in charge. She knows she can have whatever she wants, whenever she wants. As long as there are men in the world, she will be fully satiated.

The Engagement
The transitional, or Engagement phase is that period of maturation that bridges adolescence and adulthood. I use the term ‘Engagement’ to denote that time when Vixen reaches full clarity. She sees the world for exactly what it is and she ‘engages’ it with all the tools she has developed and all the power she has accumulated during the periods of Discovery and Development. She knows who she is and makes the existential choice that it is that woman who shall be known to the world. With The Engagement, Vixen has arrived. This phase is typically accompanied by other signs of adulthood and maturity. A woman finds her body softening ever so slightly, now having the tendency to retain body fat a bit more easily than when she was a teen. This is in no way a bad thing. In fact, Vixen will find men even more susceptible to the lure of her flesh than they had been in the past. She also learns how to use this, like everything else, to her best advantage. She learns that the slight jiggling of her arms, the quivering bounce of her ass and thigh flesh, all these effects of getting older have in fact made her all that much more desirable, and as a result, all the more powerful. As with everything else, she uses it to her advantage. At this point in her development she will begin to feel her first real sense of omnipotence. The idea that she is a goddess is not simply metaphorical any more. It is the blossoming of true identity within her. Her physical flesh as absolute divinity incarnate becomes her central mode of self-perception. She knows herself to be divine. In the eyes of the world, she is only a young woman, but behind the sociological veil, she is already perfect. At this point also, her mastery over men is so complete it becomes laughable. With a simple look, a shift of the body, the slight flicker of tempting fat of her upper thigh, she can command a man to lay down his own life. Her power continues to grow ever stronger as she uses it to create the world in her own image.

Join me for Part IV: Vixen’s Subject: A Brief Overview of Obsession.

Part II: Vixen Revealed

PART II
The Dominant Femme: Vixen revealed. Now we come to the focus of our inquiry, The Dominant Female in-the-flesh. We have reviewed the concept of power itself in some detail and determined that power, when it has accomplished its objectives, becomes rooted far more deeply in the mentality or mind-set, in the attitude of the individual possessing it, than it does in the actual utility of its function, which is chiefly that of acquisition. But the fact that Female, not Male, is capable of harnessing power on levels that far exceed her stereotypically ‘stronger’ counterpart remains a mystery that somehow continues to be ignored by serious thinkers in the relevant fields of Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy. Of course, it is easy enough to see that female beauty, when wielded by a woman who ‘knows what she’s got’ can have instant and profound effects on a man’s decision-making processes, but this commonplace slice-of-life, delicious as it may be, requires little in the way of in-depth analysis. It is a dynamic that is at work in every area of interaction between men and women, and is to be understood only on the most basic level of simple sexual stimulation. Men are obviously much more susceptible to sexual manipulation than are women. But this kind of everyday sexual child’s play is not what we refer to when we speak of a woman’s possessing power. The object of our investigation has to do with something far more remarkable. It is not concerned with activity that may be considered ‘cute,’ ‘funny,’ or ‘innocuous.’ It has nothing to do with the trite exchanges of gossip between girlfriends as to how they coaxed their boyfriends to do such and such or this and that, simply by ‘being hot.’ It is concerned with Real Power, the ability—possessed only by rare women—to dominate men in such extreme fashion as to literally possess them; body and soul. This is the realm of Female Domination, FemDom, to the inner circle. It is the province of the Libertine, the incurably obsessed. This is the world as it is owned by Woman. Her name is Vixen.

We Obsessed are, and always have been, obsessed with her. We have seen her in her various guises, but her identity is never hidden from us. She comes, as from out of a dream, her unspeakably powerful body, so gorgeous, so plush, so compelling, and so irresistible, shredding the souls of the initiates. How many have seen her only yesterday, undulating with glorious precision down the aisles of the supermarket? Flaunting her invincibility as she strolls the local mall? Lording it over the boys at her favorite nightclub? Crushing some unfortunate male ego as she clarifies his role with regal, forceful arrogance over dinner at an elegant restaurant? There is no mistaking Vixen when we happen into her divine presence.

But how does it happen? How does she accomplish such absolute domination? How does she spread obsession like an epidemic? We seem to remain ever at a loss to explain her appropriation of such limitless power. We would all certainly agree that Vixen, except in rare instances, lacks the brute physical strength of the male, and yet she may challenge him to his choice of strength contests and humiliate him with her abject superiority. Her mere presence dominates so drastically that his physical strength is nullified to the point of utter irrelevance. Male is generally agreed to be the ruler of the world, leader of nations, the only true force to be reckoned with. And yet, Vixen can make him eat her vomit out of a dog dish merely by speaking the command. Male may give it everything he has, determined not to be ruled by her, but it is folly, a nebulous dream he dreamt long ago. In truth, he is powerless. What is at work here is a transcendental shift in the dynamic structure of space-time that Vixen accomplishes through the awareness of her totality, of her Being. And so, her ability to create this sort of ‘cosmic shift,’ this separate reality, is more than simply a case of mind over matter, it is actually a case of Being over mind AND matter. It is total subjugation, and it is within her to accomplish it. Vixen’s power emanates from the divinity of her Being and is cast into the event through her body. So, while her body is indeed the conduit for her power, that power operates nonetheless on a level superior to the physical plane. But HOW does she wield this phenomenal and irresistible power? How does her beauty and confidence translate into Power, and how does she become aware of all this? To say that she EXUDES it may correctly describe it, but it does not explain it. Her invincibility flows from the totality of her, it is in her movements, in her gestures, in her shapes, in that look in her eyes, from a gentle quiver of her lip, from her scent, from the goddess-speak of her voice, from her divine body, again, simply from her Being. And it is precisely the ‘How’ in which Power emanates from her in these multifarious forms that we are going to discover in our study.

WHAT IS WEAK BECOMES STRONG.
It is obvious by now that Vixen has learned a powerful secret. It is every bit as magical as any spell cast by any witch or warlock in the grand history of Fantasy. It is beyond the esoteric wisdom of the Druids. It cannot be comprehended by those in the so-called women’s movements, those who preach empowerment through retreat into homeliness and abstinence from the male. They imagine that they will eventually become real women by becoming anti-women. They will take this thought with them to their graves. Vixen is the only real woman. Vixen’s secret is mental, it is physical, and above all, it is spiritual; it takes ALL of her. And yet she does it naturally, with ease and finesse. This is because, on one level—the more ‘surface’ level—she is merely perfecting the basic notion of taking what is uniquely feminine in her and using it as her power source. She learns to acknowledge the incomprehensible miracle of being born a woman, and of being able to use sex as a deadly weapon. And once she has done this, what is weak intuitively understands that it may become strength. This simple conscious acceptance of her vast sexual superiority is the beginning of the transcendental shift that turns weakness into strength, softness into raw power, flowers into nightshade. But this first step is merely the awakening for the woman who will become a true dominant. For her, it is the self-actualized realization that there is much more awaiting her along t that there IS a metaphysical secret to be unlocked, and that she has discovered the hidden passageway to the source. For the woman of power, life will never be the same again.

To summarize, then, we have discovered that the phenomenon of the powerful woman, the dominant femme, is something unique in nature, something that strikes us as utterly counter-intuitive to standard formulizations. We find that in this case, the weak, the delicate, the soft, and the beautiful has, by some process of self-inversion, become the strong, the powerful, the authoritative, the ruler. We have understood that such an anomaly imposes upon us, by

its very nature, the need for further explanation and explication. Our task is nothing less than that of discovering what this extraordinary process of self-inversion actually is, physically, and metaphysically. We have proposed a two-pronged course of investigation in this regard, the first of which understands the phenomenon of FemDom as something emerging from a metaphysical transformation or ‘transcendental shift’ in the fabric of reality and that it is at the disposal of the dominant femme (the woman of power) to initiate and in fact, to effect this shift at her discretion. The second understands FemDom’s beginnings as something more commonplace and organic, that is, that the majority of beautiful women become aware at some point, and on some level that their beauty does indeed empower them in many ways, both subtle and obvious. Although this second ‘prong’ of our investigation occurs first chronologically, and appears to constitute the efficient cause of the subject of the second prong, it remains of secondary importance owing to its transitory nature. For it is a fact that the majority of beautiful women, even those who have learned to use their beauty well to their advantage, do not go on to take that final leap to the exalted status of ‘Dominant Femme.’ It is also the part of our study that is disposed of rather quickly, whereas the study of the true dominant’s mastery will be much more involved.

In my next post we will take a detailed look at the rise of power-awareness in the beautiful woman, and her journey to full realization. Join me for:
Part III The Birth of Her Power.

Part I: The Phenomenon of Power

I. The Phenomenon of Power. The subject of Female Domination will take us on a most extraordinary journey, through a wide-ranging array of surreptitious real-world encounters to the most profound speculations and insights of modern theological analysis. It encompasses the most esoteric theories as to our true sexual identities from the vantage points of cultural influence and intuition alike. It ushers us into the bizarre and fascinating realm of contemporary physics with its grand cosmological theories, multiple dimensions, parallel universes, and far beyond even this, into the most uncharted regions of the Unconscious. Power is the end-all dynamic, the metaphysical absolute through which each of us arrives at his or her appointed existential destiny. The goal of our Power-Study will be to think as clearly as possible about the various facets of Female Domination in order that we may arrive at a few points of basic comprehension about a universal phenomenon that remains shrouded in mystery and about which only the most outlandish and nonsensical attempts at explanation have thus far been proffered.

What is Power? What sorts of entities are we referring to when we speak of it? Is it simply the expression of control? Who craves Power? Men who want to rule the world? Women who want to rule men? The word certainly has a fair range of applications. But common to them all are three basic attributes; Ability, Authority, and Physical Strength. Ability is typically thought of as the facility for achieving results, for having the talent or wisdom for the accomplishment of specified ends. This facet of power has to do with expertise and technique. It is often thought of synonymously as ‘finesse.’ Ability implies knowledge, skill, and awareness on levels that are well above average. Another constant in any definition of power is the concept of Authority. Many who wield power are able to do so on the basis of who they are. He or she who is ‘boss’ has the authority to wield power. Authority has to do with the status of the person in possession of power. Typically, one in possession of such authority is able to enforce his or her will regardless of ability or strength through the power of marshal command. Such an individual would usually have some form of power apparatus in place, acting as an agent of enforcement in the exercise of his decrees. The next constant is that of Physical Prowess, i.e. the ability to physically dominate on the basis of one’s exceptional strength in bringing force and pressure to bear in a given situation. This is, of course, the easiest of all constants to grasp; ‘I’m bigger and stronger than you are, therefore, I shall have what I want from you.’ As stated before, these three constants appear in the vast majority of definitions used to elucidate the concept of Power.

But does it end here? Is there not a much more subtle constant at work in certain manifestations of power as we encounter them in the real world? Indeed there is, and it is of the greatest interest and significance to our inquiry. It may loosely be categorized as ‘Psychological Intimidation.’ Isn’t it strange that this constant is entirely missing from the classic definitions of ‘Power?’ And yet surely it has the greatest bearing on and application to the real subject of our investigation, namely, Female Domination. In spite of the undeniable fact that a powerful woman will likely possess one, two, or all three of the defining constants in our definitions above, there is no doubt that the most efficacious and powerful of them all is the psychological one. She who rules by this form of psychic intimidation, rules unconditionally. We shall return to this 4th constant in more depth when we begin to discuss the specifics of power as they relate exclusively to FemDom. For the moment, we make note of it solely due to the conspicuousness of its absence from standard definitions of ‘Power.’

The Dynamic of Power: Its Appeal.
The lust for power is a universal imperative. Every conscious entity seeks to harness it, and as far as we can tell, even life forms typically thought to be void of consciousness appear to evolve toward its acquisition as well. Surely there are scores of individuals who will object, claiming that power is their enemy, and that freedom FROM power is the object of their considerations. But does not the very notion of FREEDOM necessitate the acquisition of power? For surely, with respect to life on Planet Earth at any rate, one must possess the requisite power to claim and safeguard his freedom. Without such a form of power, his freedom is up for grabs, a sitting duck for the next aggressor with sufficient power to deprive him of this freedom. And so, even where the pacifist is concerned, power is something to be coveted aggressively and consistently. With power, then, being something courted, as best we can ascertain, on some level, by every living being, it seems only reasonable that in attempting to understand the mechanics of Female Domination in an intelligible, systematic fashion, it is well for us to understand power itself on its own terms.

First, it must be noted that Power does not exist in a vacuum, but rather is only manifested between two or more entities. The essence of Power resides in the capacity for control which one entity exerts over the other(s). The extent to which the one exercises control over the other is commensurate with the degree of power accorded to it in relation to its subject. And so, power is always power OVER SOMETHING. It is the threshold, or position, of advantage held by one entity over another. Now, since the scope of our inquiry is concerned with power as it applies to human beings, and since the aspects of power which pertain to lower life forms such as plant life, animal life not yet evolved to self-consciousness, etc, and since all aspects of power present in these forms are already subsumed in the subject as it relates to humankind, it will simplify our discourse greatly to ‘humanize’ the discussion and to subsequently refer to these entities as ‘he’ or ‘she.’ We are, after all, concerned with power as it concerns men and women. And so, from this it follows that power is bound up in social dynamics, that we shall be able to catch a glimpse of it, to see it at work in the interactions between real people as they go about the business of their real lives.

Power appears on the short list of desirable qualities for the simple reason that it promises us the fulfillment of all our needs in life. It takes no exceptional intellect to realize that we can get what we need, what we want, and even what we dream, if only we can harness sufficient power to acquire it. This constitutes the most basic notion of power as ‘facilitator,’ as the mechanism by which we fulfill our needs and fancies in life. In this sense, power is simply the basic quality sought by all of us in the quest to provide for our physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. It is manifested, however, over an extreme range of degrees, from the very poor, to whom power may consist of simply giving birth to a new child and thereby qualifying for an increase in welfare supplements, to the very rich, to whom power may consist of the ability to execute a hostile corporate takeover which nets the party wielding the power a profit of multiplied millions of dollars. The positions of such individuals or companies in the real world could not be more disparate. The mechanisms that contributed to improvements in their lots are identical. Power is Power. It achieves its objectives with ruthless precision, no matter what the actual stakes. The degree to which it produces results is a more or less meaningless game of numbers. The FACT that it always accomplishes its will is what is of interest to our inquiry.

We see from these preliminary remarks that power is connected to the idea of accomplishment, or achievement. Where power is properly applied, results are obtained. Children are taught this principle from their earliest years, that accomplishment and achievement are hallmarks of the successful human enterprise. This notion of power applies ‘across the board,’ as a principle essential to the quality of life. But power is also harnessed in far greater quantity and quality by a much more elite group of individuals, those who grasp the extraordinary human potential for living extraordinary lives. These rare individuals are not content with the ordinary, the average, the run-of-the-mill, or the status quo. And they know that their success depends upon the acquisition of power on a far grander scale than that of the average person in society.

Such an individual lives in a separate world from that of the masses. It is the world in which accomplishment and achievement have become the actual objective of ones daily efforts and activities. These are the rich, the famous, the unusually successful, and perhaps on a lesser scale, professionals in everyday life whose standard of living is considerably higher than average. Such people are always associated with power. Their influence will have far wider reach than that of the ordinary person. Their ability to control their environment, to have their wants materialize quickly, to arrange the world according to their fancy is prodigious. It is at this point that a curious thing seems to happen, almost routinely. Such individuals begin to cherish the feeling and the act of wielding their power more than they cherish the actual accomplishments and achievements that are manifested thereby. This point seems a curious fact to those living in the everyday world, but it leads us to understand something of great importance in the study of power; i.e. that it is actually a FEELING, an interior state of being, a shift in consciousness that most accounts for and explains the motivation behind the desire for power.

We discover this attitude in all areas of competitive interaction. We find it in the boxer who has just demonstrated his or her superiority by knocking out the opponent. The knockout is a vastly different kind of victory than a decision. The knockout is more than a victory; it is a display of power. It is the same in other sporting competitions, business conquests, any endeavor in which two or more entities vie for an advantage over the others. A DOMINANT win is accompanied by a sense of superiority that is profoundly different than a contest that could ‘go either way.’ And with such a victory comes an inner surge, the feeling of power, the awareness of ones greatness. What rises within the dominant figure is a fundamental change in world-view, a new confidence in ones ability to manipulate the world to ones liking, a feeling of invincibility. This feeling, if it continues to be nourished, becomes the most liberating, exhilarating, and desirable mind-state a person has ever known. Those who know it well will compare it to the effects of a drug, a rush, a tidal wave of adrenaline, a sexual kind of inner peace at once charged with excitement and utterly void of anxiety. Such a feeling can obviously become quite addicting.

Power as it appears in the realm of Female Domination. It is really this inner knowledge of superiority, the awareness of ones power and the ability of one to manifest it that is to be the central focus of our study. The entire spectrum of Female Domination has this awareness of power at its root. Extraordinary things happen when a woman discovers the depth and breadth of her power, and the obsessed among you have undoubtedly already understood and experienced her greatness in some measure. Now, having dispatched with the necessary introductory background, we turn our attention to the study itself, the philosophical inquiry into the fabulous, the divine, the utterly mystical world of the dominant femme. Henceforth, I will glorify her by using the name ‘Vixen’ in speaking of her. We all know her. She is every woman who has ever made us quiver in our boots on sight, and she is especially every woman who has brought her power to bear in our lives through radical encounter. In my next post, we begin our study in earnest with “The Dominant Femme: Vixen Revealed.” Be sure and join me. Part II: Vixen Revealed

Introduction: The Grand Obsession

THIS is Girls In Control, the most comprehensive discussion ever attempted on the phenomenon of Female Domination in particular and the obsession with beautiful, powerful women in general. It must be stated from the outset that this is not your typical porn blog. Here, you will find very little in the way of site referrals, porn picks, etc. I do, however, believe firmly in supplementing your reading with lots of eye candy, so you will never be at a loss for sizzling photos. But, in the main, this is a site for those with an intellectual curiosity about all that lies at the root of their infatuation with powerful women. It will also be of great interest to those who may not consider themselves truly masochistic in orientation, but who do consider themselves generally submissive in their attitude toward the gorgeous sex, and are able to recognize the fact that beautiful women are indeed the driving forces in their lives. In a word, it is about obsession.

All of us who live the life of obsession come to a point along the journey at which we realize that the issue of who we are has been settled, but that the underlying dynamics of the life we choose and love remain shrouded in mystery, confusion, and controversy. It is here that we may begin to move from a simple but usually secret enjoyment of our passion to a more active interest, which includes deeper investigation and research. We discover, however, to our great disappointment, that Cultural discourse on the subject inevitably treats not only our attitudes on women and sex, but our consequent attitudes about the larger view of life itself as something aberrant, shameful, and in the end, inimical to any normal sense of development and even to the very pursuit of happiness. Obsessions such as ours, it will say, are the province of incorrigible libertines, those without any sense of morality, who, in the words of Paul the Apostle, ‘have given themselves over to a reprobate mind.’ It appears that the social spectrum of those who would condemn our grand obsession is wide indeed! From the far right conservative Christian base, all the way to the far left where we may be considered relatively harmless but in need of therapy nonetheless, it is glaringly apparent that mainstream opinion of serious Female Domination, and sexual obsession in general, has completely failed to make any serious efforts toward understanding the phenomena it so ardently renounces. And it is precisely because we still live in a world that is so un-evolved that mainstream opinion remains the barometer for all that is ‘normal,’ that a true philosophy of FemDom is such a timely necessity.

Here you will find a completely unique study, the kind of study that seeks openness to real growth; growth not only for those of us who already understand in part and seek to understand more, but for those without a clue as to the true nature of sexual obsession, which is nothing more or less than the true nature of sexuality itself. Our inquiry will demonstrate the fact that the life of obsession IS the grand vision of life on Planet Earth, the only philosophy that clears a pathway through the dense thicket of ignorance, prejudice, and resistance to change that are the defining features of our culture, enabling us, finally, to achieve the highest levels of self-actualization and to realize our deeper purpose as divine citizens of an extraordinary and ultimately benevolent universe. Of necessity, we have become the keepers of the eternal flame.

Next Post: Part I. The Phenomenon of Power