Hot Female Dominant Utopia

So, I've always liked to write. (Which, if you are any sort of writer or would be variation, you will know right off is a total lie, because saying you like to write means that you actually hate writing, words being the absolute worst and most brutal mistress anybody could have. You are going to understand what I mean completely by the last sentence or have no clue and if you have no clue, be happy about it. No matter either, we're going to skip ahead now because not being a masochist, I'd rather not detail the beatings I've gotten from blank pages and words that refuse to arrange themselves properly on same. It's just not hot.)

As I say, I've always liked to write.

Naturally, a lot of the fiction I've typed out has been along the themes of this blog. It can be quite handy to write your own erotica (what a sophisticated word for "porn") and not be stuck with just whatever badly written scraps you can google off the web. Write your own bad porn! Free and completely guaranteed to be tailored to your own turn ons.

Fictional Female Dominant Societies are one of my favorite settings . . . found some early inspiration. Sci Fi writers occasionally like to put a whip in the hand of Amazonian rulers and a collar on male slaves. Star Trek threw out a few plots like that... including the eminently forgettable to anybody but me 1974 "Planet Earth" pilot for a Trek series never made, where John Saxon is captured and enslaved by women who enslave all of their men, buying and selling, tying up, whipping...why that series didn't get picked up, I can't say.

The thing I like about writing in a female dominant society setting is how freeing creating your own reality rules is. Yeah, the set up is always cheesy, but once you get the set up out of the way, you can play with the twists in normal people in a setting that can't exist real world. The people are the same, the setting is the boundary push you need. And it gets really hot, which is mostly the point.

Let me give you a plot synopsis containing the best characters and relationship I ever wrote. (Handsome male slaves ahead!)

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Our lead female is a terribly important woman who of course has a house staff of male slaves like every terribly important woman in this fiction. Only, this woman has recently lost her lead male, the love of her life, when he died unexpectedly, and discharges everybody because she's so heartbroken, declaring she will live by herself. Our lead male was recently enslaved in a household where he was abused, beyond the rules that the society allows, and "rescued" by the strict but reasonably compassionate female government. One thing and another, the reasonably compassionate female government puts the two of them together, because it's completely improper for a terribly important woman to not have at least one slave.

God, I love setting up societies with totally implausible logical rules.

So, we've got people with pain and walls, thrown together, what's going to happen next? What happens is that the guy begins to fall for the woman, and wants to reach her. There are tender scenes, quite a bit of time goes on, but nothing can break her free from her grief. Until, our handsome hero (which is what he is, a hero), risks his own worst fears and baits her into being so angry that she finally lets loose and really just punishes the shit out of him. I mean seriously, bondage and whips and serious punishment. And then sex and of course it's all tender afterwards and they probably both cry. (I can't remember exactly, I wrote this a long time ago, long lost.) And then other stuff happens, a lot of that being hot, too. And then more stuff, and that's hot as well.

Love, pain, sex, pain, love and female dominant utopia.

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If you've gotten this far, I'm going to beg you to pay close attention right now. (I don't normally beg, so this must be critical. )

Female Dominant Utopia Societies are fiction. F-I-C-T-I-O-N. As in "not real". As in "they don't exist". They are a clever set up, a hot twist, a piece of fantasy to get you through a night or a weekend. Fiction.

What is up, what is up, what is up with some people in F/m circles seeming to seriously believe that female dominant utopia exists? Or, if they are sane enough to understand it's not real, seeming to think that it should exist, real world? That women are better than men and should be installed as Supreme Beings 'cause we're better? (If I were BitchyJones, I would now mumble something about "fucking nutters", but I can't take my rants that far.)

Please cut it out. You guys are just killing my masturbatory fantasies, I mean serious fiction writing.

Here's a line I read recently, said for real, as if it were a perfectly known "fact". This is also a line that one of my evil woman characters would utter. (She would be blonde because all of my evil women characters are blonde, I'm sorry, I have issues.)

An aroused man is a subservient man and a relieved man is a lazy man. There's no
other possible or plausible way for me to see it and this is after 15 years of
experience and a # of males.

(And then, even in my Hot Female Dominant Utopia, the blonde evil woman would get her comeuppance because even there that's just wrong to say without plot retribution. She'd probably lose all her men while the good women got to beat the guys and use their body parts for orgasm after orgasm. )

It can't be just me. Don't you think this smearing of fiction and reality together is frickin' scary? Exercise: try substituting a racial or ethnic group for the word "man" in the above line. Try it. Use "black", I dare you. I'll sit here and wait for the gasp.

Horrified? If you aren't, there's no hope for you. If you can't see this kind of thinking is horribly wrong to preach, nothing more I can say.

As for my hope, I need to wash my brain of knowing that people actually believe and preach this crap before I can enjoy an Amazonian woman inspecting a strapping field slave who is hoping desperately to be selected for the sex service pool up at the main house.


Sometimes she picks the ones with the largest appendages, sometimes the ones who can take the most pain, so he really is so nervous and terribly unsure.

He's hoping the answer this time is pain, because he knows he's willing to take whatever he has to to be closer to her. He braces himself mentally as he strips his clothes off, eying the crop that is always by her side. He will please her.

C'mon, I like this cheesy stuff. Just cut it out, okay?