Female Dominance

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Femdom, or female dominance, refers to BDSM activities where the dominant partner is female. A female dominant is sometimes called a domme (pronounced "dom"), femdomme or domina. In the English speaking world, "Mistress" is by far the most common dominatrix title, while in most of continental Europe, the most common title is "Maitresse" or "Domina." The most common dominatrix title in the Spanish speaking world is "Ama." The equivalent Japanese term is 女王様 (josama, or queen.)

Naturally, femdom activities may draw on all areas of BDSM, but there tends to be an association with radical feminism, whether seriously or fantastically. This can lead to apparent paradoxes, such as the humiliation of men by feminization, though it is readily resolved by seeing this as disclaiming traditional gender associations, and transference of coded images of weakness onto men. Strap-on play plays a significant part in this as well. The inverse of this is of course to glorify the feminine, for example in panty fetishism and boot worship.

Similarly, erotic humiliation can focus on the inadequacy of a male sub's penis (small penis humiliation), demoting it to a plaything for the dominatrix, over which the male has no real control. Related femme domme activities include ballbusting, cock and ball torture (CBT), verbal humiliation, forced chastity, and orgasm denial or orgasm control.

Light female domination scenarios may involve ageplay, erotic spanking, and body worship, especially foot worship and ass worship.

More intense and heavier female domination scenarios may involve facesitting or smothering, which tend to focus on the sub giving the dominant female oral pleasure, or the dominant female performing anal sex on the sub using a strap-on dildo. Other forms of more intense female domination can include face slapping, hair pulling, caning, heavy torture, dripping hot wax on the genitals and heavy whipping. For these purposes, note the issue of legal consent which may or may not represent a defence to criminal liability for any injuries caused.

In extreme scenarios, there is a focus on exchange of bodily fluids and total forfeit of rights from the slave, acts may involve spitting domination, watersports a.k.a golden shower.

A fairly common variation on this is a rape fantasy in which the female is the dominant partner, or wrestling/fighting in which the female is stronger than the male. These carry a similarity to forced feminization, where the sexual fantasy takes on an intellectual/emotional component, with men either trying to, or pretending to try to, take control, but failing.

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Happy Valentines Day! pt 1

Happy Valentines Day!

I hope everyone had a wonderful day and if you didn't I hope you at least enjoy reading the poetry and looking at the photographs. All of it is delicious.

Fantasy Fulfilled

I have dreamed my whole life of this moment
When I take you firmly and caress you
Driving you wild with ecstasy
Holding you in a strength unsurpassed
Kissing you until you willingly submit to my every move
Then releasing you gently to reveal your passion
Your begging response, your sexual hunger
Then again holding you strongly, taking you
Penetrating, in a complex orchestration of eroticism
Giving, receiving, gently, firmly, lovingly
Holding you in an embrace of warmth, passion and love
Driving you into an abyss of sensuality
Pulling you back to tease you with affection
Then again and again, ecstasy
Searching the erogenous zones of your mind
Making your body ache with desire, craving more and more
In a voyage of ecstasy, sexual passions unleashed, I seduce you
You are my slave in this journey to the pinnacles of sexuality
We do not want it to end, such is the moment and the longing
And here we are now, embracing making love, endless love
A lifetime of searching, discovery, a fantasy fulfilled
Forever our lives are changed

Michael David Coffey

Restless Passion

In the dancing of the moon
Guitars and cymbals
Drumbeats of the passionate heart
Desire is my consuming thirst
To kiss you in the twirl of a flight
Of a dancing play in the sultry ballroom
Among the fading stars

And the breathless night's greeting
In the dancing of the moon
Passionate voices of an echoing lament
That lovers sing
As they twirl, swirl and caress the night
You are always in my mind
You are the meaning to my restless passion

Michael David Coffey

Longing Passion

Longing to lie in
the soft warm sand

The ocean before me,
in blue vastness

The chorus of a wind song
in my ears

Soft caresses on my body
from your hands

Fragrant oil, and
gentle touches

Skin glistening in the
heat of that sun

As our eyes meet
and consume each other

In the passion of that
meeting

A first meeting after
being apart

Such longing in the air

In our minds, on fire,
with passion

The oceans, the sand,
the sky

It all merges into our
consciousness

In one symphony of
desire

Only us, our love
and the earth

A lover's longing
consumed
in passion

Michael David Coffey

Seduction

Your look is like sweet nectar
Pulling me in to its center
Enticing me with its poignancy
Its devilish charm
Your impish smile,
just a twist of devilry
Defeating my resolve
and I surrender
I am at your mercy
Defenseless,
completely vulnerable
I cannot defend myself
from such seduction
Take me, take me
And I will take you
And we will dance
the dance of total
abandon
Here among the silvery
lights of a fading day
Caressing and kissing
our way into ecstasy
Our minds taken out
our bodies freed from
As we swirl, and tangle
in the seduction of
our loving

Michael David Coffey

Passionate Play

Awakening, in delight
at life's decision
To give me love in
the prime of my life

Repressed, depressed
so long
Taken up with survival,
fame
Recognition

Now emerging, different
Throwing off the
Shackles of illusion
Discovery

Finding love in simple
pleasures
Playing, loving
sunrises
The sound of gulls
The roll of the ocean drum

Playing the tune of
intimate association
With life in reality
No dream
but creativity

Playing life in contact
with the spirit
of reality
In touch, intimate
in Passionate Play

Michael David Coffey

Dark Passion

Black the night, awaking —
And reaching out
You were in my embrace
And I stroked you softly
Ever so caringly
And you moved, moaned
In sweet anticipation
As we came together
Loving, touching, kissing
Caressing each other
Dreaming in harmony
Aroused in
Dark Passion

Michael David Coffey

Lingering Passion

It was a moment in a breath
of fresh feeling, renewed
In the dream of a gasp
Waking from the drudgery
of living in dull repetition
Waiting for a revelation, a burst
of excitement
A dream lover and a silken bed
In the passion of a sun drenched
lingering
Nakedly enraptured in love
with love's arousal
And lips exploring our landscapes
A dreamland of loving
Endless discovery in the exploration
of our connection, hot and warmly
wet, in the giving, receiving
Such a dream, a fantasy, in the heat
of the sun, and us in ecstasy
Worshiping life's electricity
The vibrancy of soft skin touching
Sensing the beginning, and no end it seemed
Again and again and again
The samba soothing of sensual
discovery, wild and ecstatic
Again, more and more, crescendo
In the sun drenched afternoon of
our loving endlessly
And in our minds it never ending
Rather, it lingering
Ever present, driving us crazy
In needing you, me, here, lingering
longingly, in the sun's magic
Endlessly, in communion
with the gods of love

Michael David Coffey

Happy Valentines Day! pt 2

Erotic Thoughts

I woke up this morning thinking erotic thoughts
I want to penetrate your mind from behind
Slowly, deeply, rhythmically
To enter your deepest thoughts
To explore the contours of your soul
Driving you into ecstatic reaction
Wildly emotional, both of us
We consume each other
Tenderly retreating, only to renew our spiritual communion
Again and again, rhythmically,
Deeply, souls in connection
We transcend reality into an extra planetary world
Of stars and far-distant galaxies
Across the milky way
Beautiful, triumphant, serene
Suddenly, an explosion of silver and gold
A starburst of eroticism
We are fulfilled

Michael David Coffey

Kisses

Shrouded in clinging cloth of pure golden luster
Enveloped in our heavenly world of starlight glow
Sheltered, warm in our heavenly nest of passion
Embracing deep love through the long still night
Our kisses prolonging the unhurried rapture
Greeting the dawn's coming and still we kiss
Our attention, undivided, blissful kisses
Delicately given, with sensual sensitivity
Firm hands clasping each other in unison
Love's longing, life's meaning, dreamy thoughts
And oh the kisses, divinely sweet, paradise
Kisses, gentle kisses, blissful kisses, kisses

Michael David Coffey

Love of Souls

Love of souls in deep
concentric thoughts
Swirling visions of
spirituality
In a world beyond
material concerns
In deep reflection
of being, complete
Intensely driven to
determine deeply
The soul connection
to self loving
In sensual sensitivity
of focused eroticism
In mind ecstasy of
soul togetherness
Love of souls, connected
in the whirlpools
of coexistence

Michael David Coffey

And I Kissed You...

And I kissed you in the
darkness of a daydream
Among the thick mists of
a foggy night's greeting
Not once, not twice, but
repeatedly
I kissed you in passion of
a meeting
A destiny across a
thousand dreams
Across eternity and back

And I kissed you in
the cold night air
Repeatedly
Our dreams consumed in
the grip of destiny
Lovers engulfed in
mindless pursuit of love

I kissed you for hours
in the coldness of night
Uncaring, needing and
loving you
A love beyond imagination
Of countless choruses of
angels
In a black misty night
Uncaring

And I kissed you as
never before
Meeting again this way
I kissed you with a
passion that grew
from a myriad memories
Of endless dreams of loving
Endlessly

And I kissed you . . .

Michael David Coffey

Our Passionate Minds

Passion, a poet's thoughts
Of moments in a mind's day
Beyond the visual, in thought's play
Of layers of memories
Real, imagined, dreamed
In interplay
Scenes, sounds, smells
Interwoven and separated
And from all this
a passionate play
Of lovers deeds and places
of virtual paradise
Impossible colors, improbable designs
Architectural conglomerates
of wild invention
Places of paradise and
sensuous fruitfulness
In boundless play
such places we visit
To feast on the visions
of such profound complexity
In interwoven imagery
where our delights are met
Improbable journeys to
realities of our deepest thoughts
Our passionate minds

Michael David Coffey

Candle Flames

In the darkening hours
Candle flames dancing
in a melody of love
Sweet memories of long ago
And love among the
flickering shadows
Of a winter's evening
Music drifting through
the corridors
Into our lives, among
the passionate
embraces of a furtive
reckoning
A love, clandestine
and evocative
A meeting of lost souls
in the shadows
Silent looks piercing
the dark
And dazzling diamonds
glittering in your
beautiful gaze
Succumbing to this love
we drank of the nectar
of illicit kisses
And loved frantically
Candle flames serenading
our togetherness

Michael David Coffey

Total Ecstasy

Beyond the bounds of reality
In the dancing rituals of a storm
Blowing the tall palms in unison
To the rhythm of a passion
Never fulfilled but always
Demanding and caressing
Lips and soft touches tormenting
Our bodies in enthralled union
Rolling, turning, slowly
Deeply diving in the ocean's blue
Warm wet bodies falling, rising
Ever searching, finding, discovering
Total ecstasy in a night of slow
Deep, intense, relaxed, frenzied, tranquil
Loving gasps of endless pleasure

Michael David Coffey





Desire

Reality is a dream in delusions
Sensuality the exploration of our senses
There is no real reality
For life is what we want it to be

Each thought, in reaching out
Searches to find the meaning
Of being in the core of creativity
And heaven is in the intimacy of our souls

As we collide and our thoughts implode
The blood of life mingles in a union
Of body and soul
And we find ourselves in improbability
Loving creatively

So it can be, it can happen
That two souls in the ethereal infinity
Can steer a course to collide
And in the collision
Love of a kind inexplicable is born

You see love at its most intense
Requires the improbable to be made
Possible and in that cradle of desire
Comes the most erotic, most spiritual burning

Desire born of our most powerful dreams
Our most primeval roots
Once nurtured has a path of its own fulfillment
And when two souls unleash such demons of desiring
There is unimaginable ecstasy

Floating out beyond the horizons of earthly pleasures
The creative energy of the two of us in thrustful
Exploration takes us to the palace of pearls
Of emeralds and sapphires, a goblet filled
With honey and ambrosia, in the silky clouds
Of unbridled euphoria

There is where I wish to go with you
And when we meet it will be as if we never left
Two passions unleashed in volcanic explosions
Our minds as one in everlasting, endless
Pursuit of spiritual pleasure
Our bodies intertwined in embryonic pulsation
Spinning in an extraterrestrial storm of
Fantasy and fulfillment

Michael David Coffey

If This Is Love, Then...

If this is love, then
I love you more
Such, in a dream
would be paradise
And finding it here —
in our magic dance
Is beyond ecstasy
beyond fantasy
It is love in a
raindrop
Splashing in the golden
pond
And droplets cascading
a myriad colors
In a rainbow of desire

If this is love, then
I love you endlessly
Through the misty
curtains of a
symphony of life
In dreams come true —
in passion, and
discourse
In pursuing meaning
in a blade of grass
A grain of sand
It is this infinite love
of earth and sky
This is our love

If this is love, then
I will consume you
And give myself up
to the loving of
this existence
I will dive deep into
your soul and drown
in your heart's
beat
For this love, this our love
has no boundaries
It is our mindful existence
forged in steel
thrust to life's edge
In infinite waves of passion

Michael David Coffey

Reason And Passion

And the priestess spoke again and said:
speak to us of Reason and Passion.

And he answered, saying:

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which
your reason and your judgment wage war against
your passion and your appetite.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul,
that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your
elements into oneness and melody.

But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the
peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and
The sails of your seafaring soul.

If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you
can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill
in mid-seas.

For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and
passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own
destruction.

Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the
height of passion, that it may sing;

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your
passion may live through its own daily resurrection,
and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet", 1923

Sonnet XLIII, From The Portuguese

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,
I love thee with the breadth,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
And, if God choose,
I shall love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Friends

NOW must I these three praise --
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No, not in these fifteen
Many-times-troubled years,
Could ever come between
Mind and delighted mind;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth's dreamy load, till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot.

William Butler Yeats