D is for Dubcon, R is for…

An amazingly articulate piece on one of the most difficult fantasies to explain without feeling shame or horror about oneself.


It literally has taken me two three years to publish this post. Every few months I review it, consider publishing, and then shelve it again. I ask myself why? I write about all kinds of really personal things without any compunction, but this post is somehow different. I’m so nervous about it, please be gentle.

I entertain fantasies of wanting to be forced to have sex.

Let that sink in for a moment. It’s a lot to unpack.

A word springs immediately to the tip of the tongue: rape. I agree, that’s the fantasy in a nutshell, and yet that doesn’t really capture what’s going on. Rape is a brutal act of aggression. It is unwanted, undeserved, and leaves permanent scars. That’s certainly not the fantasy. It’s not a turn-on.

I entertain fantasies of wanting to be forced to have sex.

Wanting to be forced. Both of those words…

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We Interrupt Your Dose Of Naughtiness For Some Disgusting Bigoted Reality

Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with Femdom. But I need to rant and this is my blog, god damn it! So rant I shall. Skip to the next story if this isn’t to your taste. This story may contain triggers…

So, a Facebook friend acquaintance posted the most disgusting article on his wall last night, under the caption of “I’ll just leave this here.” Here is a link to said article. If you’re wise, you will not read it. If my husband hadn’t been asleep while I read it, I might have beaten the poor man black and blue just to get rid of some frustration…

The article is misogynistic and Islamophobic beyond all belief. Now if this person on Facebook had written to denounce the article is one thing… but they were in complete agreement with it and started denigrating EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. that wasn’t taking his side of the debate. And the worst part is, this person is an artist I used to admire and have a lot of respect for…

And now for some choice quotes of the debate! (Seriously, I am unfriending this idiot!)

About women being capable drivers: connor is an ass

So, because the daily mail says I can’t drive, it must be true? Don’t point out to him that the statistics of this specific “study” might be biased, though! As soon as I said that many statistics can be made to fit any theory if applied a certain way, he discredited absolutely EVERYTHING I said because I “didn’t believe in statistics, so how could [I] know?” But the thing is, I don’t disbelieve the statistics. I just believe they apply in a certain context and cannot always be applied as pure facts.

The conversation gets particularly bad when he starts saying that all Muslims necessarily follow a dangerous doctrine and that all Muslims without exception hate gay rights and women. Again, he says this is based on statistics (and, again, I say the context of those statistics matters!).

connor ass

I’m putting in images, because actually quoting him just makes me too angry. Obviously, he’s the one who is censored in red… and he was far from done. (I am cutting out bits where he’s just hurling insults or stating that his opinion is better for brevity’s sake.)


And last but not least, he concludes with this gem before proverbially “peacing out:”


I am so DONE. I am neither a Muslim, nor gay and yet I find the bigotry in the fact that this article even exists appalling. And the fact that I know someone defending this at all makes me feel gross.

Needless to say, I am unfriending this person. I also want to hide until people like this get an actual education and do their research elsewhere than the Daily Mail…

*Rant Over*

I promise naughtiness in my next post!

Late Night Spontaneity…

I was bored tonight and, as is my nature, suffering of my usual insomnia. My recourse was to both entertain and educate myself by reading the blogs of other FemDoms and reading up on certain F/m sites. Lots of interesting material there, ladies. Once you know it’s out there, you will wonder why you did not explore those avenues sooner…

In any case, the whole kerfuffle of online posts, articles and messages made me incredibly horny and I was in no mood to masturbate. Beside me, my gentleman was happily sleeping the night away, as is his habit. I swear: you just put him in a position that’s remotely close to horizontal and he is out like a light! As a chronic insomniac, I envy that ability.

But that’s a tangent I needn’t elaborate on.

I decided that tonight, I would dominate him without the aid of any ties, cuffs, or whippy items. In fact, I wanted to make him mine through sheer force of will.

I woke him up gently. Rubbing his back and calling his name. No sooner was he awake that I grasped his hair in my and pulled his head back, exposing his neck for me to kiss, lick and bite at will. My hand in his hair made him gasp and pant in that way that is always a surefire way to turn me on.

I took his mouth with a deep kiss, and then another. I stripped him naked and ran my nails down his chest, leaving red trenches in his white, flawless skin. I rolled his left nipple between my index and thumb, and bit down – hard – on the other one. He moaned loudly. But it was nigh on 2 in the morning: I did not want him waking our poor elderly neighbours!

So I slid my underwear from my hips – a grey jersey boyshort; casual comfort – wiggling my buttocks as I exposed them to him. When it was off, I stuffed it in his mouth in lieu of a gag. His expression was delicious. Continue reading