Saturday, November 4, 2017
Sexual Harassment and FLRs
If you live in the USA and haven’t been living under a rock for the past month you’ve heard of a number of men who’ve been accused – some by as many as 300 women – of sexual harassment. What in the world is going on? In some way it’s not new news at all but because these men are in the public eye it’s gotten the media’s attention – and I’m glad it has. It needs to stop. While listening to the news on this subject I mentioned to Katie that these guys need to be locked– meaning their genitals.
Some months ago I toyed with the idea of writing a femdom story. The setting was that of a university. The triggering incident had to do with a female student being sexually assaulted. She happened to be the latest of a list of females who fell victim to the hormones of their male counterparts. It just so happened that several women who believed in FLR/female supremacy worked at that school and the president of the university was married to a man addicted to porn. The net result of these differing factors resulted in a mandate put forward to the Board of Trustees to consider requiring all males to remain locked in chastity if they chose to attend this prestigious institution. Of course, their keyholder would be a female student. Although I started the story, I never did finish it as I had no idea how where I wanted to go with it but I had fun playing with the idea.
There is a picture I once saw on the internet. It is that of a boy and girl, both being no more than 4 or 5 years and both dressed only in underwear. The picture shows the little girl facing the boy. She has her panties pulled away from her body and she’s looking down. The caption of the picture reads “I’m going to rule you one day with this.”
I had a psych teacher who often said, “There is a little bit of truth in everything that is said.” He was probably right. And there is a good deal of truth in the caption of that picture. If you read FLR blogs you know there is a common theme that addresses the harnessing of a male’s preoccupation with his genitals and the female body. In many FLRs, sex is used as a point of leverage for women to get what they want. That may be more attention, devotion or effort from her man. By teasing, flirting, dressing provocatively or just being attractive in his eyes she uses her sexuality to maintain control.
Isn’t the female body an amazing piece of work? I sure think it is and you know any guy post puberty does too. Guys look. They look again. They lick their chops. They think, ‘God she’s good looking.” And their admiration of this gorgeous creature has nothing at all to do with her occupation or wisdom or personality. The only reason she was gawked at had to do with the shape of her body – or simply because she was a woman.
I suggest all of us are closet Harvey Weinstein’s and James’ Toback’s and Bill Cosby’s to one degree or another. No we haven’t committed the act. We haven’t groped or forced a woman to do things they don’t want to do but then again, haven’t we gone there in our minds at least once? In the Good Book, Jesus takes the writings of the 10 Commandments a step further. He takes the commandment of not committing adultery a step further and tells the pompous religious leaders, if you’ve lusted in your heart, you already committed adultery. Pretty heavy words for those thinking they were above reproach. He speaks of where the mind went and in a FLR isn’t it all about keeping the male mind in a specific place?
I know I’ve succumbed to viewing women as objects. I admire the female form. I especially love looking at my wife’s’ body. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. Last week I stood watching her and said, “it’s not fair.” “What’s not,” she asked. “You being so gorgeous.” And it’s not. She’s so easy on the eyes. Every part of her is inviting; her shape, her figure, her assets –oh how I love her assets!
Now there are a million ways to take what’s written above. I’ll go off in one direction only.
My wife could have anything in the world simply by using her assets to her advantage. When we go out to eat and she’s showing a little while sitting across from me, my blood pressure rises – especially in certain places. I love looking at her ample cleavage. Who in the world knows why I do, but in my eyes, her breasts are akin to one of the wonders of the world. They’re beautiful. She’s beautiful. When I see her dressed in a simple T and it’s not tucked in but hanging away from her hips because her breasts have lifted it out, I drool. I find that look so sexy. When I walk behind and observe the subtle sway of her hips I smile and am beyond thankful thinking she’s mine.
I don’t feel sorry for those who have let their sexual urges get the best of them but I do understand to some degree. I don’t agree with their actions but I understand why. As a man, I know how important it is to keep my eyes (and especially my mind) under control. It’s one thing to admire. It’s another to lust. I save the longings for only one person and she knows it. And to tell you the truth, she loves it. She loves it because she knows my desirous eyes reflect both my admiration as well as the control she welds over me. No day passes when I don’t tell her how much I love her and how pretty I think she is. She loves the compliments. She also loves knowing she controls whether or not she allows me to pursue my urges. She lives knowing her husband views her delicious body with admiration - all the time.
We never knew one another as pre-schoolers but if we had, I’m sure she would have looked down inside her panties and told me how she would someday use that part of her body and other parts not yet developed to control my world.
I hope you feel the same way about the woman who you love.