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.
“Just look on the Internet, if you want proof,” Dick said. “These Women can be pretty mean, but at the end of the day they’re all addicted to cocks. No matter how dominant, they’re powerless by the sight of our magic wand. Now, I don’t want to boast or anything, but I’ve got a fucking fabulous dick.”
“It comes with the name,” Harry smiled.
“You always had a tremendous cock,” Tom admitted. “Now, I’m a real deal 24/7, a nonstop no-nonsense sub. Well, except on Sundays of course, because then I watch football. And Tuesdays, that’s my bowling night. Fridays are also off limits, because that’s our night, right? And no Woman will ever come between us.”
“That goes without saying,” Dick admitted.
Harry said: “My future Mistress is free to pick some of my favourite punishments, but I want my reward. I’m all for Female Domination, but I don’t need a Woman to tell me when I want a blowjob.”
“Hear, hear,” his friends said. They smiled over their beer and seemed absorbed in thoughts for a while.
“Unbelievable really,” Dick sighed, “that we’re still free and unowned.”