You don’t have to search or fight for power; it’s there already, at Your fingertips. In order to embrace it, You have to understand where these men came from. Some have travelled a thousand miles to find a Lady, others have spent a fortune on the Internet. They’ve been waiting for and dreaming of Female Domination for decades. They’re not just hungry, they’re starving. And don’t forget, there are far, Far, FAr, FAR more slaves than Mistresses. Ten thousand submissive soldiers and one Female General to lead them. Submissive men know that better than anyone, and that’s what makes them so eager and compliant. This is their one – and probably only – shot at Femdom and they’re dying to submit to Your will. Power is not about whips & paddles and it’s not about pain & suffering. It’s about understanding the sacrifices they have made to get where they are today. Because what makes these men obey to anything, is the fear of becoming unowned and unwanted again.
Nanshakh is one of my all-time favourite artists, because he manages to capture my most treasured fantasies in images. I truly love the idea of uncompromising Women and natural born slaves. He shows us a world where Women rule and where men work, serve and suffer. There’s no room for cheap romances and the Women don’t drool over their slaves all the time. In that respect his work comes close to what the former Other World Kingdom (OWK) tried to achieve. His settings are fanciful, because we don’t work in quarries, suffer on galleys or rot in dungeons. Bummer! But right underneath that fanciful layer is the glorious beauty of real Female Power. Because Female Supremacy should not be about satisfying the (sexual) needs and fantasies of submissive men, it should be about slavery. Nanshakh’s world may not actually exist, but the place looks awfully familiar and recognisable. And I for one really feel at home there.
It’s quite a sobering day, when you realise that your Girlfriend is physically stronger than you. It happened to me a long time ago, in a time when my submissive feelings were still a big secret. I was living with Selma at the time, who was half-Asian, slim and much smaller than me. She didn’t shy away from a playful fight though. I absolutely loved it and I didn’t put much up a fight at first. It took quite some time and a long series of humiliating losses to realise that it didn’t make any difference whether or not I gave it my very best. She was too quick, too ferocious and always extremely ruthless. Although I had been dreaming and fantasising about this for ages, deep down I was still convinced that it would take a tough, well-trained Lady to pull it off. Call it the last remainders of male arrogance and male ignorance, if you like. Selma came and went without knowing anything about my submissive feelings, but She opened my eyes and made me see the truth about the weaker sex. Bless Her!