Tuesday, August 22, 2017

And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight

...He feels a dedicated follower of fashion

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is)

But you get bigger tips, so maybe it's nearly even.

There!  Now who can still claim that men can't take on front-line combat roles?

I've heard chlorinated water can be quite good for cuts and bleeding welts, so maybe if you ask nicely she'll ask them to dip you in the pool when you're done.

Yet oddly enough, he still gets it wrong. Men and housework... will they ever learn?

Sissy fights always end the same way, at least when wives are around to step in.

Friday, August 18, 2017

The record shows I took the blows

And did it Her way

Yum.  Has it really been a year? How time flies.

No problem.  I'll just go and live out the remainder of my life nursing the ache at the core of my empty existence.  Bye.

Actually, if you save up enough of your pocket money, maybe you could... I mean, that would be OK, right?  About four months should do it, if you're careful not to spend money on anything else.

Well, I think it's outrageous. I mean, she wouldn't wear a coat that had been made by killing and skinning a human being, would she?

Don't forget to say gracias.  Mucho, mucho gracias, Senora

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Of academic interest

In a change to the usual format, today we are publishing the preamble to an academic sociology thesis.  Pretty hot, huh?  You don't get that on Men in Pain or Cum Eating Cuckolds, do you?  Can't imagine why not...

Extract from Male Liberation Theory: prevention and cure, a thesis submitted for the degree of Doctor of Philosophy in the Department of Sociology (Male Studies Unit)
Sheila Harrietsdaughter, King's College, Cambridge, May 2086.

Alan Travis (as he was named at birth) is one of the more interesting revisionist male liberation theorists. Reading his books in sequence provides an insight into a fascinating philosophical journey.  Born into a society almost unimaginable today, in which women had achieved mere 'equality' in society with men, he lived through the most profound and joyful social changes - changes that he, like many males, struggled at first to accept.  His early works are hard to obtain, but even the list of titles evokes the dilemmas he was forced to confront, as he redefined his views on male liberation and as his thought developed and matured.  A selective biography:

  • Grateful thoughts from a male feminist: how the women's rights movement has given us all a more equal society (2013).
  • De-gendering social change: the role of male allies in transformative feminist thought (2014).
  • Let men help: the concept of sexism and its interpretation by feminists and their male allies (2015) 
  • Women’s rights, political correctness and male identity (2016)
  •  A united front against sexism? The value of male voices in the feminist movement (2017)
  • Not 'all' men are bastards: deconstructing the divisive rhetoric of the 'new' women's movement (2018)
  • Reverse oppression? Sexism and the ‘new’ women’s movement (2019)
  • Criminalising men: sexist jokes are not ‘rape’ (2020)
  • The enemy within?  Male supporters of the ‘new’ women’s movement (2021)
  • No votes, no voice – men’s place in the ‘new society’ (2023)
  • We will not be silenced: free speech and the prohibition of ‘sexist views’ (2025 – unpublished)
  • Second class citizens?  Men in the ‘New Society’ (2026 – unpublished)
  • Voices in the darkness: the testimony of male victims of the ‘New Society’ (2028? Published informally by the men’s underground movement)
  • Men’s Liberation – A manifesto (2030? Published informally by the men’s underground movement)
  • “Writing this line over and over again will help me to learn that my own opinions are of no importance: women are in charge and we males will do as we are told.”  20,000 lines written in Re-education Camp 9, published in six volumes (2041, writing as ‘Prisoner M847733847’)
  • Eating dogshit – grateful reflections on a re-educational stay (2043 – published by the Department of Male Education and Correction, as part of their ‘The life that awaits you’ series for schools).
  • Male Liberation – who needs it? (2044, writing as Alan Lucysboy)
  • Why I do not miss my penis - and nor does anyone else! (2048, writing as Alan Lucysboy)
  • Much-needed correction: a humble appreciation of the first 25 years of the New Society by a well-disciplined male (2051, writing anonymously as ‘Boy – aged 61’)
  • Pleats and seams – the complete guide (2056, writing as Alan Elainesboy, Volume 13 in Ironing for Men).
  • What silly boys we were: a personal recollection of the Male Liberation movement and its ridiculous ideas (2061, writing as Alan Elainesboy).
  • Good for nothing – a last testament from a soon-to-be euthanised surplus male (2068, published posthumously as Alan Nobodysboy).

By chance, the last item on this prolific list of publications was discovered by a worker at the male disposal plant who had read and greatly enjoyed some of Alan’s later works.  Accordingly, rather than being boiled down for glue, his body was taken to King’s College in Cambridge, where he had held a fellowship until 2025.  He was stuffed and mounted in a corner of the dining hall, where he remains today, in mute testimony to the remarkable achievement of the New Society in convincing even its most strident critics of the justice of female supremacy. 

This thesis is concerned with why Alan altered his views so profoundly in mid-life.  Of course, a facile answer is “Because he spent over ten years in a re-educational camp being starved,  whipped, electrocuted and forced to eat excrement”.  Indeed, a cursory reading of some of his later works, notably Eating Dogshit (2043), would seem to confirm this.  However, I believe that a closer examination of his works points to a more fundamental realisation and acceptance of his own inferiority, and by returning to the original manuscripts of his texts – including the profoundly moving 20,000 Lines, stained in places with the philosopher’s own tears – I intend to show that…


(and so on and so on for another 98,000 words.  I'll post the rest some time when I have nothing better to do and the Internet really needs another PhD thesis).  

Let's just finish with the photo appendix.  What do you mean, real PhD theses don't have photo appendices?  My own thesis, submitted last year, had over 3000 images.  It still rankles that they rejected it.  Call themselves a Women's Studies department and what do they do when someone submits a thesis that entirely consists of studying women, close up and personal?  They call it 'porn'.  Oh well.  "Dr Servitor" sounds a bit weird anyway.  Back to Dr Harrietsdaughter's work:

Plate 10: This photograph, used to illustrate one of Alan's early works, has puzzled researchers for years. Captioned merely "The worm that turned" it appears at first sight to show an ordinary unit of Re-education Corps Servicewomen going about their work.  However, the Corps was not established until 2030: 11 years after the book in which it appeared.  Furthermore, the Corpswomen are wearing extremely small shorts, indicating a hot summer day, yet the weather appears to be anything but hot.  Research into the undeleted fragments of the Male Internet (access permitted under scholastic exception), associates it only with the phrase "The two Ronnies", who were presumably early female supremacist thinkers both called Ronald, whose work has now been lost.

Plate 13.  This illustration, from No votes, No voice (2023, restricted access), reproduces a poster widely used by the male resistance.  Titled "The Future Under The New Society", the poster was presumably intended to alarm males and to encourage them to cast their votes (odd as it is today, to contemplate males voting) for masculinist parties. However, in a classic example of male incompetence, the poster backfired and is credited with boosting the New Society vote by ten percentage points or more among males, who seem to have found the image attractive.  Such self-defeating displays of stupidity were a recurring feature in the male resistance movement, as Alan himself thankfully recorded in What Silly Boys We Were (2061).

 Plate 19: Malcolm Harris. Harris collaborated with Alan on some of his early works, in particular the so-called Men's Liberation Manifesto (not available for public distribution), several versions of which circulated secretly among subversive males around 2030.  Harris believed that only violent action could overthrow the New Society, leading a party of armed subversives hiding out in the Yorkshire Dales for over two years, before being betrayed by a submissive male posing under-cover.  Harris made occasional covert radio broadcasts, including the famous "Call to Arms" of 2031, which Alan described as 'inspiring' at the time, but later admitted to have been "a petulant stamp of the foot: a tantrum by a spoilt brat who was severely overdue for a spanking.". The photograph shows the former Harris (renamed 'Scrub') some years later.

 Plate 24: This photograph shows 'Prisoner M847733847 during his years in a re-educational camp.  Note the penis: in these early years of the New Society, male re-educational inmates typically retained their penises and testicles, although in most cases these items became too damaged to function as a result of the repeated application of increasingly sophisticated re-educational techniques

The re-educational officer to the right of the Prisoner, Karen Susansdaughter, was by chance a former student of his when he had lectured at Cambridge.  Interviewed in the course of research for this thesis, she cheerfully recalled how pleased she had been to discover him in her cell block, and the many opportunities it provided to reprise their warm disagreements over female supremacist philosophy.  The officer to the left has not been identified but may be the "Anna" whose name was branded onto Alan's thigh at some point during his stay.

Plate 27: an illustration from Eating Dogshit (2043). Note the  lemon slice on the side of the bowl, which has caused much confusion to historians of the period.  In contrast to some erroneous claims made regarding this image (e.g. Too soft on the bastards? Re-education camps in the early years of the New Society in The United Queendom, Francine Fille-de-Marie (2062)), this does not represent an actual food bowl from Prisoner M847733847's re-educational camp. Rather, in the second chapter of Eating Dogshit (op .cit.), the author eloquently describes the essential pleasures of drinking a bowl of clean slightly lemony water, presumably after his release, to establish a contrast for the chapters that follow, which describe the experience of being forced to eat dogshit in the detail that is now familiar to generations of male teenagers from compulsory study classes (but are best avoided by female citizens without very strong stomachs).  

These chapters can be envisioned simply through their evocative titles:  "The Smell", "First Refusal and its Consequences", "Begging Permission to Eat", "First Taste", "Second Refusal and its Consequences", "The First Mouthful", "The First Swallow", "Pleading for Water", "The Whip", "The Second Mouthful", "Chewing", "Swallowing", "Vomiting", "The Whip, once more", "Re-ingesting", "Licking the Bowl, "Gratitude", "Once is not Enough", "No Easier the Third Time", "A Weekly Dogshit Day", "Attempted Suicide", "My Life is not My Own to Take", "Grateful Acceptance and Weekly Treats", "An Aftertaste for Life".

Plate 28: Alan and his first Responsible Female, Lucy Deborahsdaughter, enjoy a riding holiday in France.  Riding became an increasingly important part of Alan's life in his Lucysboy period and the couple were a familiar sight around the hills and lanes of West Derbyshire, where they lived.  Alan's waning strength as he aged led Lucy first to castrate him, in the (mistaken) belief that geldings are stronger and then to sell him on e-bay.  
Although academic institutions bid for him, keen to possess such a well-known figure on the philosophical landscape, Lucy decided in the event on a private sale because, as she put it "the little bastard needs to work for his keep, not laze around on display in a museum".  His eventual buyer cheerfully admitted that she had never heard of him or read anything he had written - nor indeed ever did she.  But it was to be in Elaine Ruthsdaughter's laundry room that Alan was finally to discover a philosophy of contentment - and personal happiness at last.

Plate 32: This image, from the frontispiece to Pleats and Seams (2056) shows Alan soon after Elaine Ruthsdaughter became his Responsible Female.  Often treated merely as a practical guide to ironing, of no use to anyone except household sissies, this work can also be read (albeit at the price of extreme tedium for the average citizen, who will never have to iron a pleat in her life) as a subtle and mature work reflecting on how males can find purpose in menial acts that provide some service to the superior sex.  As Helga Fridastochter has written in Spanked, Serving and Satisfied (2072): "There can be few intellectual journeys more inspiring than that of Alan Travis, from the petulant claim in 2019 that men's self-realisation demanded full participation in the government of society, to Elaine's happy houseboy, ecstatically recalling her murmur of 'good boy' following four hours of work on one of her long pleated skirts that he loved so much."

Friday, August 11, 2017


As they say about President Knavs's husband's tweets: I think the title speaks for itself.

I understand more and more people these days are digging out cellar* conversions, creating lots of lovely extra space down there, far, far down beneath sound-proofed floors.

They could go down to the cellar* and play with her toys.

* still 'basement'

I've got a special brown card - it's kind of the opposite of a loyalty scheme.  Hotels and airlines treat me like dirt wherever I go.
 I wrote a story about loyalty cards once.  That was when I wrote stories featuring the first domme I ever visited and her friend. They appear briefly in this one, under false names.  

But this was my favourite from back then.

I dunno. Feels a bit weird, trying on her dead dad's dresses.  Don't know why.

Apparently she does humiliation scenes too.  She just doesn't always know when she's doing one.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

It's savage and it's cruel

And it shines like destruction.

Sometimes without even noticing they exist.

The previews of the show are incredibly positive.  "Massively talented", "Genius", "Art's new guru". She's certainly done something to impress the critics.

As I've mentioned before, I think men with an interest in maledom could learn a lot from a dominant woman with the right approach.

Tsk. That's no comfort.  They're usually so interested in each other, they might forget about me for days at a time.

I suppose the neck belt might interest someone.  And the very clean decor.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

If you are not fully satisfied...

Hi, is that Mr Williams?

Oh, good afternoon, Mr Williams.  My name’s Debbie.  I’m with Trading Standards.

No, nothing wrong at all.  Actually, I've got some quite good news for you. We’ve recently prosecuted a company called A.G. Trading for fraud and as part of the settlement, they are paying compensation to affected customers. You’re down as having purchased items regularly from them over the last three years or so, and so you’re due for a substantial payment.

A. G. Trading. No, I expect you won’t have heard of them, they operated lots of different front companies.  Let’s see… you’ve made purchases from, erm… “Mistress Alicia Amazon”, “Sheila’s Stinky Socks” and “Patricia the Piss Queen”, is that right?

No?  Oh.

Are you sure?  “Harold Williams, number 73 Park Road, Guildford”?  Credit card number 5847 624 – Oh, OK.  So that is you? Great.

Yes, it's easy to forget these things.

So, the fraud concerned a number of different product lines but all in the category of ‘used and worn items’, you see, Mr Williams.  Mostly lingerie, socks, shoes and boots – that kind of thing.  Tampons and sanitary towels too, but I don’t see any purchases like that on your record.

Anyway, the whole thing was a scam, I’m afraid.  The proprietor, Mr Patel, and his family mostly just wore the items themselves.  Some of them were shipped over from India – seems there’s quite a little business going on pre-soiling items for masturbatory purposes out there. There’s a whole village where it sounds like everyone’s walking around in lingerie and high heels just to get the smells in.  And I’m afraid the only person pissing in Patricia’s panties was Mr Patel’s cousin Rajesh.

Yes, it’s shocking isn’t it?  Mr Patel made over £20 million out of it, before we got involved – can you believe that?  All by exploiting lonely, desperate sad little men.

No offence.

Anyway, if I can just run through the purchases we’ve got here we can sort out your claim?
So: I’ve got nine pairs of worn panties, three of them pissed in, a pair of scuffed trainers, two pairs of boots, eleven pairs of socks, two bras and a sweat-stained top, is that right?  For a total expenditure of £3,540.  


No, you don’t have to produce the items, Mr Williams.  We have all the records here.  Anyway, some of these purchases go back over three years. I don’t suppose you’d have kept them around all this time, would you?  That would be -

Have you?  Gosh.

Erm… even the items from ‘Patricia the Piss Queen’…?



Anyway, that’s not necessary, Mr Williams.  Actually, you should probably dispose of the items.  Especially those you ordered from, erm, ‘Patricia’.  Our colleagues in Health and Safety say they probably don’t meet EU hygiene standards.

Did you?  Oh, I voted Remain myself.  Still, EU or no EU, it’s probably not a good idea to keep that sort of thing around, Mr Williams. You might want to go for a health check.

Now, I’ll send you a claim form, and you just have to fill it in and send it straight back and we’ll arrange for your compensation, as son as we can.

Hmm?  Oh, it depends on how much is recovered by the auditors.  Should be at least a third of what you paid, though – over £1000, I expect!  Quite a nice little windfall, isn’t it?  You could go out and treat yourself to something nice, like…


Erm… well, anything you like, really.   Not my business to ask!

Now, Mr Williams, is there anything you’d like to ask me?

I’m sorry, what’s that?

Erm… no, I’d rather not, if you don’t mind, Mr Williams.  I just... well, I just buy things for my own use then I wash them or throw them away, you know?  That’s what most people do.  Anyway, Trading Standards Officers aren't allowed to conduct private business, so...

No – no problem at all!  To be honest, you’re not the only person who’s asked since I started this assignment! 

No, I’m not going to tell you what colour they are, Mr Williams.  Goodbye now!

No, Mr Williams.  That’s private.  Goodbye, Mr Williams!


Eugh eugh EUGH!

Dave, can you do my next call?  I’ve got to go and wash my face.

And can we PLEASE swap? Honestly, I'd so much rather deal with VAT fraud. You wouldn't believe how much I'd like to deal with VAT fraud.