Sally J said:

“I know you are not a ‘fem­dom’ type and you say a lot that you don’t make John do any­thing and a woman can’t make any man do any­thing, but would you if you could?”

Damn, but that’s a good ques­tion, Sally.

My gut says “no!”. 

To me, one of the most noble and impor­tant human val­ues is indi­vid­ual sov­er­eignty – the idea that a men and women are kings and queens in the king­doms of their own bod­ies and lives.

And I can’t see any emo­tional or ratio­nal argu­ment why that should not hold true.

But.

I also can­not deny, deep in the dark shad­owed recesses of my mind there is some­thing unut­ter­ably hot about the thought of hav­ing John locked in a chastity belt he really, truly, hon­estly can­not get out of with­out my key.

Much as it would be morally wrong, judg­ing by my own moral stan­dards, the sheer temp­ta­tion of forced male chastity would be irresistible.

John being horny and want­ing me is inde­scrib­ably hot and horny; know­ing John won’t be com­ing until Christ­mas is mind blow­ing; the thought that John couldn’t come until I said so is… Just. Fuck­ing. Unbelievable.

 Which just goes to show what a har­lot witch whore of Baby­lon I am (did that mad fool really call me a witch? I still can’t believe it… 21^st cen­tury and peo­ple are still being called witches by crazed loons).

Any­way… back to the story… I sent back my answer to Sally, think­ing that was the end of it, save a tin­gle in my you-know-where.

But then she replied:

“But what about hav­ing a ‘slave’ who’d do all your chores and not cum?”

Now, let me say at this point I sus­pect “Sally” might actu­ally be a “Harry” if you know what I mean. But no mat­ter, because they’re excel­lent ques­tions – defined as ones that make me think about myself in this instance.

Hmm. Forced male chastity is one thing… but the other?

Well…

I need to explain some­thing here. I’ve been work­ing on my first piece of fic­tion, along­side the Ulti­mate Guide, and, with­out giv­ing too much away, it’s set in loca­tion and con­text of the “Hell’s Gate Week­ends” I’ve been writ­ing about.

So at the moment the idea of female dom­i­na­tion is often in my mind as con­cept even if not as a desire (and forced male chastity in one form or another is never ever far from my thoughts, lol).

And while some of what I’ve been writ­ing and think­ing does have a cer­tain appeal… it’s like I could take it or leave it. There’s no real desire for it, but no real objec­tion to it, either.

Yet for sure, it is true that  the thought of hav­ing a man might serve me like that does give me fris­son of desire… but not for the man so enslaved.

Work that one out if you can – bug­gered if I can.

Of course, it’s moot so far as John is, ever would be or could be con­cerned: even if I did want to explore any dom­i­nant streak I found lurk­ing within me, both his utter non-submissiveness and my lack of sex­ual desire for the object of my dom­i­na­tion would pre­clude the whole thing – forced male chastity might be some­thing he’d go for, but not real submission.

Which leads back, in a delight­ful cir­cle, to the “Hell’s Gate Week­ends” again. They would give me the best of both worlds, would they not?  John as my lov­ing hus­band, and deli­ciously, delight­fully and def­i­nitely chaste lover, locked for­ever in forced male chastity… and lots of sub­mis­sive men to prac­tice my pla­tonic evil upon.

What bet­ter venue for explor­ing one’s dark and twisted psy­che and get­ting­paid for it?

I don’t think things could get bet­ter than that, do you?

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