Monthly Femdom Skit: July 2008

Young, hunky stable meat acquired by lascivious queen.

  • Backdrop
    A mythical time and place where great queens keep stables filled with the most physically attractive male subjects of their lands as entertainment and sex slaves, in addition to a few husbands to serve social functions in the palace.
  • Situation
    A reigning queen concedes to a victorious conqueror in order to avoid bloodshed by offering up a portion of her “queendom” for peaceful acquisition. Part of the package is to let the conquering queen select several gentleman from the stable to carry back to the capital.
  • Starring
    Two everyday-looking women in their mid-to-late 30s (neither hideous nor drop-dead gorgeous) as the queens.
    Three to five everyday-looking women in their 20s as the stablekeepers.
    Ten to fifteen men between 18-25, lean with muscles and minimal body hair, about half of whom have shaved balls, as the kept men.

Scene

The victor queen is led into an opulent mansion a stone’s throw from the palace, known as a “stable,” to select her booty in a civilized fashion. The men have all been prepared to look their best, dressed in little more than g-strings, diamond studded loin cloths, tight shimmery briefs or short, translucent boxers, and lined up in the display lobby for inspection, much the same way they’re presented to visiting dignitaries. The stablekeepers have already fluffed the boys so that their bulging members are practically popping out through the sides of their skimpy coverings and the victor queen ambles down the line, lifting a loin cloth here, pinching a hard little bottom there, stroking a bashful cheek or two to show there’s nothing to fear, for she’ll be a benevolent mistress.

Victor queen selects about five young studs and has them robed and taken out to the wagon, where they’ll be transported under cover, safely out of view from the lustful eyes of vulgar peasant women of the countryside. But there’s one young fellow who particularly catches her eye and for him, she simply cannot wait. The reigning queen hospitably allows her to take the olive-skinned boy into the “fluffy white room” where the furry carpet and billowing curtains and white satin sheets will accentuate the figure he cuts. A stablekeeper follows them with some ropes and straps to tie the boy down, for he’s a bit timid and unwilling still. Victor queen decides she’d like his hands bound from the ceiling so she can walk circles around him in lascivious admiration while molesting and fondling him. The stablekeeper obeys, then stands in the corner with her heart pounding, loving her job.

Dark young stud begins by writhing and squirming a bit under victor queen’s caresses, smiling agreeably and trying to be game. His anxiety only makes her hotter as she smacks his bottom, runs her fingers along his flanks, lightly strokes his bone hard shaft, and flicks at his nipples with her tongue, telling him how delicious and juicy he looks and what a fine, fucking time she’s going to have with him, boy. Meanwhile stablekeeper’s fingers begin moving down to her crotch but victor queen commands her to come at once to tie her new stud down on his back to a white lounge chair. Once that’s finished, victor queen raises her skirt high enough to be able to see her darling boy’s face while he licks her clit the way he’d been trained, bringing her to a hot, quick climax after which she promptly slides onto his bone and rides him hard, reveling in his involuntary pleasure moans, the look of ecstatic terror on his face, and stablekeeper’s voyeuristic masturbating. “Not yet!” They both order the boy when his cries give him away, and victor queen hops off just in time, letting him recover for a moment before milking him for more, until she’s utterly satisfied. When she’s finished with the trained boy, his throbbing hard-on gets soaped and rinsed by stablekeeper, who is careful not to let him blow (as he doesn’t belong to her), and his throbbing hard on gets no relief this time. But the victor queen assures him not to worry, that there will be plenty of time for that at his new stable. And with that, he’s happily packed off into the wagon with the others.

Starting Tomorrow: Monthly Femdom Skits

I’m crafting one erotica skit each month for the sake of Femdom, making highly sexualized, fetishy objects out of the male characters, who will all be young, muscular, hot, and often shaved. I have no desire to be a porn producer but who knows, someday in the future if I sill can’t find the kind of porn that Femdom promises and only half-way delivers, then I may very well just try to take on the job myself, even if I have to spend a lot of money to make just ONE film honoring reverse sexist integrity.

My first skit is tomorrow so check back here later or subscribe to my feed.

Friction: A Sex Worker’s Weblog

Yes, you’re still in the right place. I just changed this blog’s name and colors.

I like the name “Friction” for a sex worker’s blog not only because of the obvious pun intended, but because friction is another word for conflict. And anybody who has been following my blog since the beginning knows that I’m not entirely at ease about sex work:

The money is good and I love that.

Once you get the stomach for having sex for money with strangers you wouldn’t touch otherwise, it’s not a terribly difficult job. And you can enjoy a decent income with a lot of free time to follow your other dreams.

I do not buy that sex work is any more or less “empowering” than any other job women can do. The fact that it is stigmatized, risky, and illegal, and most people won’t do it, is why it pays so well.

Keeping secrets from friends and family sucks.

I think sex service can be valuable at times. But most of the time it is not. Sex addiction is a real problem for some people and the “sex industry” preys on this.

I don’t believe prostitution and porn are the causes of sexism, but glaring symptoms of what already exists in the minds of men. Banning them only adds to their allure.

Sex work has made me ambivalent about my career. If I hadn’t kept jumping back into sex work to fund changes in my life, I might have achieved a higher corporate position by now. On the other hand, I’m not sure if that would have made me happy.

Issues about purity and virtue and wholesomeness don’t come into my thinking about sex work at all. As far as I’m concerned, that’s religious baggage about women being sex objects that should only be preserved for their husbands.

I often have orgasms during sex work.

I do not think that sex workers are victims who need to be rescued. Chasing traffickers and writing anti-trafficking laws is a waste of time. Instead people should be more concerned about getting to the root of why prostitution exists in the first place, and work to improve social conditions for women in general.

I do believe that prostitution is exploitative not by nature, but just because of the unjust world we live in. Particularly for those with disadvantages (especially in poor, less educated, more sexist countries). Some people’s options really are that slim and even still, they make a “choice.” If people really wanted to help them, they’d focus on developing more opportunities for them, not on banning one of the few options they do have.

I think sex work should be decriminalized. But I hate the idea of brothels and strip clubs and escort agencies that take half the sex workers’ money.

I’m not terribly ashamed of sex work, but I’m not exactly proud of it.

Sex work has turned casual sex into an utter bore for me.

Sex work has made me question the way men value women.

I do not want to be in a relationship with any man who hires sex workers or seeks out porn. But I’d want him to fully accept the fact that I’m a pro domme who occasionally has sex with my clients for extra money. And that some day I might fall back on escorting again if I needed money for something.

99% of my clients have been good people who have treated me well.

Sex work, because of the risks, has taught me some valuable lessons in being assertive and looking out for my own best interests, not caving into pressure to do things I don’t want to. I’ve taken this attitude out to my straight life (but this could also be a natural consequence of getting older and wiser).

I approach sex work with either of these attitudes, on any given day:

  • Wow, look! I can make all this money exploiting ludicrous sexist beliefs from sex addicted misogynists.
  • Gawd, look. What a sell out I’ve become, making good money pandering to sexist fantasies that just perpetuate stupid, traditional customs.
  • Hey, look. I’m just providing a service. No need to think so much about it.

I am actually HAPPY about my life right now. I have come to terms with being ambivalent about sex work. Part of that is because I’ve changed the kind of sex work I’m doing now.

Thinking of Telling My Family

I’ve told my closest friends that I’m a pro domina and a former escort and that has been liberating. I now have some integrity in my friendships, and that has given me the confidence to come out to a few others I’m not as close to.

I’ve even entertained, ever-so-slightly, the notion of telling my family. Maybe that’s why I’ve been writing so much about my family recently.

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Links of the Week: July 13-19, 2008

SEX WORKERS

Inspired to Blog: Not making any excuses for my actions A working girl sympathizes with wives of punting husbands.

Working Hearts « Bound, Not Gagged A new Blog for sex workers and their partners about unpaid relationships.

Astarte’s Circus: Stripper Journal #14: Jason A story from her days as a stripper, complete with some thoughts and opinions about strip club culture.

Inspired to Blog: A funny story Some male co-workers make an innocent joke about her and another female co-worker being useless as hookers…but if only they knew.

double lives. « debauchette A (former) sex worker’s thoughts on maintaining illusions for boyfriends and clients.

The Las Vegas Courtesan: Feeling The Economic Crunch In Las Vegas More great info on the sex work scene in Vegas.

FEMDOM

Submissive Men and the Humanity Gap « Bitchy Jones’s Diary “I don’t want submissive ciphers, empty worms, personality-free gimps, I want human beings who are also submissive.”

I love you, S&M Barbie (and friends!) « The Edge of Vanilla Tom Allen can’t understand why religious groups don’t like Barbie’s new black leather look: “Can’t be showing our skin for the wrong reasons now, can we?”

FEMINISTS

I don’t drink Haterade, man. (Part 1) « Rage Against the Man-chine A radical feminist defends her views against the “sex positive” set. Thank you! Now I will sit back and enjoy the show.

Women’s essential receptacleness affirmed independently by separate jagoffs << I Blame The Patriarchy Twisy Faster deconstructs more mainstream nonsense about women’s “power” revolving all around their sexuality. Includes her thoughts on male feminist blogger Kyle Payne’s recent faux pas.

The Patriarchal Family >> Womanist Musings Reminding us that the equality that has been proclaimed is not actually lived.

Male Apostates « The Apostate A letter from a 17-year-old Pakistani boy who has decided to leave Islam.

Uncool: The value of erotic blogging The difference between “sex blogs” and “erotic blogs.”

JOHNS

Nightside Jonny: Foolish Impetuousness More of a guy’s endless search for sexual satisfaction.

Letters from Johns: I Said That One A 30-year-old virgin encouraged by an escort review message board to visit a call girl instead of whacking off to porn. Now he’s wondering if he should do it again…and again.

Ptr Leeds in Wonder Land: Intimacy He put a question on his favorite escort review message board: “What is Intimacy? and can you experience intimacy with a professional companion?” Click the link to see answers from the “pooning community.” This should be good.

Weekly Summary: July 13-19, 2008

I started off my week trying to simplify my wardrobe, but without much success. I did succeed in boring my readers to tears, however! But I’m not the only one who can’t seem to find anything good to wear. That night I visited a badly-dressed cross dresser in his hotel room. And he rewarded my catty compliments by jizzing on my skirt.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the difference between Maledom and Femdom and the only thing I’m sure of is that both cater almost exclusively to male fantasies. Any thoughts?

On the dating front, my man-hating, radical feminist non-sex life has just gotten fascinating:I have a crush on a married guy at the pub!

Since I’ve just done a lot of back posting, I’m trying to “draw my readers deeper into my blog content,” as the folks at ProBlogger would say. So I’ve culled together a few lists, which I’ll post about once a month here. The first, Cheapskate Highlights. Enjoy a list of posts about amusing e-mails from would-be (but never were) clients.

And in case you’re wondering why I’ve been writing so much about my family recently, it’s because the holidays are upon me already, and it’s only July!

Impending Holidays

It’s only July and I’m already dreading the holidays.

The last time I visited my family was in fall 2006 for a Thanksgiving week that ended badly. My parents have been divorced since I was very young, have been remarried to their spouses for many years, and from that deal I’ve acquired several half and step siblings. Only a couple years ago my dad and his wife moved to the same town as my brother and his family (in a neighboring state), which is about 200 miles from my mom and her family. Extended family on all sides live all over the country, but most are spread around California.

Anyway, I’ve been getting away with visiting my immediate family every one or two years for some holiday or other and wondering if I can get away with pushing it up to once every three years. Bad daughter, you say. Bad sister. But nobody else ever wants to dig into their wallets for airfare to come visit me.

I’m not closed to the idea that I’d be depriving my poor family of my magnificent presence this holiday season, but I’m not exactly a ray of sunshine for them either, I assure you. A big part of the problem has to do with the fact that I just can not tell them much about my life. Another problem is my mom and brother’s inability to have good relationships with anyone.

During a good visit, my mom freaks out over little things (in addition to being a narcissist incapable of mature love), so it’s not like I can look her in the eye and tell her anything I’m doing. My dad has a problem communicating with me as an adult he can share his concerns with. My brother has become seriously competitive with me in adulthood, although he can’t seem to grasp that we are not playing the same game (he’s going for the American Dream while I’m shooting for the Bohemian one), and tries to make me feel bad about how much money I (don’t) make, how small my apartment is, not owning a car, and ever so subtly, not being married, because marriage and children bring status and therefore, authority on the true meaning of life and nobility for him, as a man, in what is otherwise nothing more than an unhealthy materialistic obsession with financial success and status symbols (even his wife is worn out with it). Besides, he’s not even speaking to me right now. On the other hand, my mom and dad’s second spouses and my brother’s wife are nice people that I admire and respect and get along well with! I sometimes wonder why on earth these people put up with the way my family treats them.

Read here about what it’s like being around my mom and brother.

Meanwhile, my father is a recovering alcoholic, but only by doctor’s orders (he will get very, very sick and maybe even die if he drinks at this point) and still in denial, and still thinks that everybody else in the family believes that he’s not an alcoholic either, even though we all know he is. He’s terribly verbally abusive to his wife (so is my brother). If my dad ever witnessed a man talking to me the way he and my brother talk to their wives, his heart would break, or more likely, he’d want to “kick some ass” (as if I’d want my partner to be nice to me simply because he’s afraid of my dad, not out of any love and respect for me or anything). His wife has put up with this for almost 20 years as he’s a prince compared to her previous husband. He is not at all malicious to me in the way my mom and brother are, but we have almost nothing to talk about anymore since I’m supposed to pretend like he’s in perfect health, and would rather not tell him what really goes on in my life. And I don’t like staying in their home, witnessing their sad relationship. Spending time together is just a strain on my nerves.

So, I really want out of the holidays this year. Maybe next year I’ll be stronger.