Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Most useful post on male chastity ever
http://secretchastityhusband.blogspot.com/2010/08/male-chastity-pleasure-and-devotion.html?showComment=1311670339491#c8961910318934017262
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Roman Mistress...
A hot Mediterranean day in a ruined Roman city and I've got the place to myself. I slip off my sandals and walk barefoot over the warm, worn flagstones of the main street. I mop the sweat from my eyes. It's easy to imagine myself two thousand years in the past. I'm a slave on an errand for my mistress... a luscious black-haired Roman girl with olive skin and a fiery temper.
White flashes off to my left.
I blink. It could have been the swirl of a flowing gown. It could have been her.
I turn off the main street down an ally between the foundations of ancient shops and houses. Ahead, there's a high wall of crumbling brick. A sign in Turkish and English says "SLAVE MARKET ->".
My groin gives a lurch. I turn to hurry in the direction of the arrow and the grit punishes the soles of my feet.
I stop to put on my sandals and notice a hole in the wall. I peer through.
It leads into small room that must be a slave cell. The Department of Antiquities has been at work - a gate of wooden bars is bolted shut across the doorway. Beyond the bars something moves.
I push my head through the hole, into the cool of the brick chamber and hear voices calling out like Turkish street vendors, but in Latin - "Serva pulchra! Ecce! Serva pulchra!" Through the gaps in the wood, I glimpse naked flesh - a breast or buttock, a furry pussy or flaccid penis and balls, in skin tones from white to ebony - and swathes of fabric catching the sun as Roman men and women peruse the human merchandise.
Somebody's making a movie!
The place must be closed. I start to withdraw, but then I see it; a bronze slave collar just lying on the straw on the floor of the cell.
What if I slipped in and took it? It's just a prop, they'll have hundreds of them.
I shuck off my rucksack and wriggle through the hole. I have to walk my hands through the straw before I can get my legs down.
The collar is icy cool to the touch. Erection growing, I lift it to my throat and close it. There's a "snick!" and it's clamped around my neck.
My heart leaps into my throat. Gasping for breath, I fumble around the metal band, feeling for the catch. But there is no catch. The panic subsides and I realise that it's not designed to open. Perhaps at the hostel, with a safety pin...
A naked girl passes the gate. The wood only lets me glimpse slices of blond hair and honey skin. Now I want to press up close and see the scene - be part of the scene.
Crap! I'm wearing camo-pattern cargo pants and a "I love Ali's Kebabs" T-shirt. They'll notice me in seconds. I strip off down to my briefs--damn! Red Y-fronts with black trimmings. Hell, half the actors are naked anyway...
I bundle my clothes into the corner. Naked now except for the bronze collar, I crawl up to the gate and press my face to the rough wooden bars.
Butterflies gather in the pit of my stomach. It looks real!
They've restored the front of the buildings. It's just a big open courtyard, no columns, no shady little roofs like you expect from the books. Instead, naked slaves stand outside their cells in the sweltering heat while men and women in togas - though I'm sure that's not the right name - inspect their teeth, squeeze their biceps, breasts or buttocks.
There's a sob from nearby. The blond girl is off to the side, standing in front of the next door cell. Her skin is stretched over powerful muscles - she has the body of an athlete - but she slouches, shoulders hunched away from me. She sobs again.
She can't be doing it for effect, because I can't see any cameras. "Cheer up," I say.
She half turns her head, and a yellow braid swishes over her bare shoulder. "I'm just not used to this," she says in what sounds like a German accent. "I'm not a slave."
"Well, it's who you're being right now," I say as brightly as I can. "If you're going to be a naked slave, be a proud one. You don't want to look as if you're destined to dig turnips."
"Whats a turnip?" She shrugs her shoulders. "But you are right." She draws herself up and stands there like an amazon.
A man barks, "Right then! Right then! Out with you!" My gate swings open. A burly man with a stick towers over me. "On your feet boy!"
"S...sorry," I stammer.
He taps my flanks with the stick. "Just get up and stand next to the girl." He coughs then calls out, "Handsome male Celt, luscious female German. Buy both for a good deal!" He must think I'm one of the actors.
Relieved but nervous, I stumble into the sunlight and force myself not to turn and stare at the blond. I can feel the reflected heat from her skin, smell her animal scent. Instead, I play my part and try to keep my eyes front.
We're near corner of the courtyard. Just across from me, to my left, is another actor. He's not entirely naked - he's wearing a silver hip belt and some sort of cage over his groin.
He meets my gaze with hopeless eyes. I blush and slowly look away, pretending I'm just glancing around the slave market.
There's still no sign of the cameras and the rest of the city rises up behind the courtyard - towering temples, six-storey apartment blocks - must be some sort of collapsible set mounted on the roof-
-except that I can see people moving on the apartment balconies.
I twist around to look behind me. The clothes are still bundled in the back of the cell. The jagged hole frames the ruined foundations of the city. But when I look up, over the roof of the slave market, there's another apparent block, with an old man leaning over the balcony watching the market.
This is real!
I caught in a time slip and I'm a slave. Anything could happen to me. Anything...
There's a sharp thwack and my left buttock seems to explode in pain. "Eyes front, boy!"
I turn obediently. There's still time to make a break for that hole in the wall. To hell with my clothes. If I'm quick--
--it's Her. My fantasy Roman mistress, strolling under the shade of parasol. She has a train of slaves, but I barely see them.
She's as I imagined; petite with a mountain of jet black hair piled onto her head, wide dark eyes lined with kohl. Her white gown flows as she walks, the swishing hem giving me glimpses of elegant feet wrapped in the leather straps of sandals.
My penis rears up in greeting.
She doesn't seem to notice, but her taller friend - an older looking woman with hennaed red hair - giggles. "Cordelia, I believe this one has the required virility."
Cordelia's dark eyebrows lower. "I'm still not sure, Livia."
"Just you wait until he has a seadpod fitted!" With a giggle, Livia releases her arm and steps up to me. "Boy?"
"Yes..." Yes what? Mistress sounds corny. "...lady."
"Can you read and write?"
I nod.
"Are you a virgin?"
I blush and my erection shrivels. I want to make an excuse, explain about the years studying but...
"Can you give a massage?"
I nod again. I got quite good at that with Mary - not that it got her knickers off.
"See?" says Livia. She moves to the blond girl. "What about you?"
"I can read and write, do accounts, I know how a dinner should be served and hair dressed..."
The pulse in my ears drowns her words. The German is built like a cat, all sinew and muscle, with pert conical breasts almost as an afterthought. Livia is chattering away to her, unaware of the danger.
I glance around.
Cordelia is in conversation with the slaver. She nods and an older male slave hands over three silver coins - is that all I'm worth. "Come on Livia, I want to go to the baths."
Livia giggles. The pair of them link arms and sweep off across the courtyard. A couple of the slaves follow with parasols.
The older slave just grunts. "You two, come with me." He leers. "We're stopping by the jewellers on the way home."
Still naked, the German blond and I set off after him and into the streets of the living Roman city.
Though I don't look back, I'm aware of that hole into the 21st Century getting further and further away. The bronze collar warms in the sun, until it feels like it belongs.
Review: “How to Find Your Sex Slave – Delux Edition”
HH sent me a copy of his “How to Find Your Sex Slave – Delux Edition”.
(First let me say that HH seems to be a real male dom, and not, for example a Syrian lesbian. We’ve chatted online, and he comes across as normal, not bombastic or full of BS. His “war stories” are self consistent and the book itself has the ring of truth and good sense about it.)
Since I am a male “sex slave” (part-time), the book was rather odd reading. It was also interesting, because HH has covered the opposite corner from the one I’m working on.
My “The Vanilla Dominatrix” is for submissive men already in a relationship. HH’s “How to Find Your Sex Slave” is for dominant men looking for a relationship (or a series of encounters).
Like mine, HH’s book doesn’t set out to tell you how to manipulate others, or try to sell you on secret mind control techniques. Nor does he encourage any sense of entitlement or espouse a cod-philosophy - this isn’t a Gorean dating manual.
So what does he offer?
Think about the sensible but ethical vanilla dating advice an experienced friend might offer you: where to look, and how; how to be yourself, but present that self effectively; how to handle online dating without blowing it; the truth about crazy chicks and gold diggers….
Now translate that into BDSM. HH is that experienced kinky friend you wish you had. He’ll guide you through the perils and pitfalls of online kinky dating, so you can attain the real offline pleasures of the bedroom.
I think the book could go a little further. I’d like see a little practical philosophy, something on distinguishing between vanilla and BDSM roles, and more on dating safety protocols (even though HH demonstrates that this is less of an issue than you’d think). Also, the book gets you to the point where you agree to meet. It strikes me that guidance would be useful to set you up for that first coffee. And beyond that, some resources for inexperienced doms would be good – at least a note on the need to research safety.
However, these are all ways that the book could be even more useful. It already supplies what – judging from the forums – a lot of male doms need; a good guide for making genuine connections with female subs, without beating about the bush.
If there’s a submissive lady out there for you, this book should help you cut through the crap and get to the point and get talking to here in real life. I suspect some men may find the process frighteningly easy....
Find the book at: www.find-kink.com/thebook.html
(First let me say that HH seems to be a real male dom, and not, for example a Syrian lesbian. We’ve chatted online, and he comes across as normal, not bombastic or full of BS. His “war stories” are self consistent and the book itself has the ring of truth and good sense about it.)
Since I am a male “sex slave” (part-time), the book was rather odd reading. It was also interesting, because HH has covered the opposite corner from the one I’m working on.
My “The Vanilla Dominatrix” is for submissive men already in a relationship. HH’s “How to Find Your Sex Slave” is for dominant men looking for a relationship (or a series of encounters).
Like mine, HH’s book doesn’t set out to tell you how to manipulate others, or try to sell you on secret mind control techniques. Nor does he encourage any sense of entitlement or espouse a cod-philosophy - this isn’t a Gorean dating manual.
So what does he offer?
Think about the sensible but ethical vanilla dating advice an experienced friend might offer you: where to look, and how; how to be yourself, but present that self effectively; how to handle online dating without blowing it; the truth about crazy chicks and gold diggers….
Now translate that into BDSM. HH is that experienced kinky friend you wish you had. He’ll guide you through the perils and pitfalls of online kinky dating, so you can attain the real offline pleasures of the bedroom.
I think the book could go a little further. I’d like see a little practical philosophy, something on distinguishing between vanilla and BDSM roles, and more on dating safety protocols (even though HH demonstrates that this is less of an issue than you’d think). Also, the book gets you to the point where you agree to meet. It strikes me that guidance would be useful to set you up for that first coffee. And beyond that, some resources for inexperienced doms would be good – at least a note on the need to research safety.
However, these are all ways that the book could be even more useful. It already supplies what – judging from the forums – a lot of male doms need; a good guide for making genuine connections with female subs, without beating about the bush.
If there’s a submissive lady out there for you, this book should help you cut through the crap and get to the point and get talking to here in real life. I suspect some men may find the process frighteningly easy....
Find the book at: www.find-kink.com/thebook.html
Sunday, May 08, 2011
The Vanilla Dominatrix (what I'm working on)
OK, I admit it, I got side-tracked from writing erotica!Instead, I'm putting together a how-to book I'm calling The Vanilla Dominatrix. It's about how to sell yourself as a part-time slave to your partner, without changing who she is, and without nagging or manipulating.
The concept is; what would she act like if you really were her slave, and she felt OK about that?
What got me started on this, was the fascinating discovery that some Ancient Roman ladies, really did use their male slaves for more intimate purposes.
Male slaves obviously offer some unique benefits to non-fetish, i.e. vanilla mistresses. The trick then has to be to make sure that the benefits outweigh the cost to her.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Romans had male chastity belts!
I've been doing some research for my book, "The Vanilla Dominatrix".Look at the fresco from Pompeii - she's at her leisure, naked, but he's wearing clothes. I think it's a dead cert he's her slave.
And, guess what? I found some interesting quotes:
Is your slave's prick the only true one?
--Martial (Roman poet)
Martial also gives a hint that even in mixed baths there could be "women's recesses" (7.35.7: feminei recessus) of uncertain function
--Fagan “Bathing in Public in the Roman World
For men, there is both a large fibula (like a modern safety pin), that
pierces the foreskin and covers the penis, and a theca, a metal pouch, or leather bag (aluta) that encloses the genitals
---Younger “Sex in the Ancient World”
A small percentage of Roman ladies could do pretty much as they liked. Some of what went on must have resembled my darkest femdom fantasies.
Look at this slave. Is he taking breakfast to his mistress? What else will she want? And, under that kilt, is he sporting a theca?
I don't envy him his life. But I'd love to swap places for a month or so...
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
New chastity belt manufacturer?
I can't decide if these guys are for real or not; it's not clear how the devices lock, or even adjust.But, I like the idea of a fabric-based CB.
My own device uses polypropylene webbing, plus a DIY hard cup.
The innovation here is the mesh penis tube, which really would let you wear the thing 24/7 - assuming it didn't make mince out of your cock!
However, I'm not convinced that this would stop you getting off by simply massaging your cock through the mesh. This design is probably of more interest to TG/TV types than denialists.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Challenge (now on Smashwords)
I've polished my short story "The Challenge" and turned the steam up to 11.
Since I write mostly for kicks, the whole editting process is a bit of a drag. For this reason, I've put the final version of the erotic story of male chastity up on Smashwords as an ebook.
If you want to read the souped up version, and find out what happens at the end, you're going to have to chip in to buy me a pint of beer...
Since I write mostly for kicks, the whole editting process is a bit of a drag. For this reason, I've put the final version of the erotic story of male chastity up on Smashwords as an ebook.
If you want to read the souped up version, and find out what happens at the end, you're going to have to chip in to buy me a pint of beer...
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The padded envelope
I stood there in the snow and thought, What if it splits and the keys fall out?
And suddenly the chastity belt felt too tight. A mailed fist seemed to clutch my imprisoned groin. My cock swelled to bursting point and I hunched forward, as if punched in the stomach.
It was then I saw her boots; well worn black leather laced tightly around her calves, beaded with drops of water.
“Excuse me,” she said in an out of town accent.
Above the boots, black fishnet stretched over shallow curves like a wire-frame computer graphic. She had one leg turned out slightly, so I could see the inside of her thigh. Was that a glimpse of stockingtop under the hem of her miniskirt?
The girl stood in the half light from the streetlamp, winter coat gaping, tight top leaving her slender midriff bare. She was… impossibly tall.
“Excuse me,” she repeated.
I looked up and saw her lips were blood red and her bobbed hair a natural black with a dusting of snow flakes.
“Do you know any good night clubs?” chipped in her friend, appearing from behind her. The second girl was a walking hourglass. Her winter coat was open and she also favored black, but was short, with heavy breasts overflowing the top of a burgundy velvet corset, almost a corset. A long gypsy skirt hid her legs, but I glimpsed shiny leather Victorian ankle boots below the hem.
“We’re from out of town,” said the tall one.
“I’m not sure...,” I said. It was hard to think when I couldn’t stop my gaze flickering from bust to leg and back again. “There’s Wet and Rocky. It’s on Low Street.”
The two girls advanced until they were just a little too close for comfort. Now I could see down into the shorter girl’s cleavage. My cock heaved against its steel tube and I felt light headed.
“We don’t know where that is,” she said.
“You’ll have to show us,” said the leggy girl, over her shoulder.
I suppressed a groan. Picked up by two beautiful girls, and it had to be the night I’d trapped myself in a chastity belt!
“OK,” I said, dimly aware that this was a Bad Idea. It wasn’t as if I even knew when my key would bounce back, “Address Unknown”. A week perhaps?
“I’m Larch,” said the tall girl as we set off.
“And I’m Rose,” said the other, throwing me an appraising look.
“Fraser,” I said a little nervously. We walked in silence, my cock throbbing with each clack of feminine boot on damp pavement.
There was a queue outside Wet and Rocky – grungy rockers, flamboyant Goths plus some steam punk types – flying goggles for the boys, crinolines for the girls. I opened my mouth to say goodbye, but just then an entire stag night left the club. The queue surged forward and somehow I found myself hemmed in by bodies, the two girls dancing around me.
#
Larch towered over me, her arms above her head, and undulated, like a ribbon fluttering in slow motion. A ripple flowed up from her boots, over her endless, fishnet-wrapped legs, her flat bare stomach, and into her long arms to set her fingers fluttering.
My cock strained against its tube and I swayed dizzily.
Then I felt hands on my waist and hot breath on my ear. “I’m glad we bumped into you,” purred Rose. She wriggled, nudging her corseted breasts into my back.
I squirmed, too turned on to pull away, but too embarrassed to relax.
“This is fun!” cried Larch. The tall girl writhed closer until her small breasts brushed my chin. Then she slid against me and the world pulsed in time to the throb in my captive cock.
An electric current seemed to flow between the two women, prickling my skin as it passed over me...
...and I wanted to weep. Any moment and they’d discover my chastity belt. I tried to slip free, but Rose’s grip shifted up from my waist to nip my nipples. The pain made me shudder, but it also sent electric pulses into my chastity belt.
I whimpered and something squirted from my captive penis.
Larch didn’t seem to notice. “Let’s go!” she said with a squeaking giggle.
And somehow, drunk on lust, I found myself staggering outside and into a taxi. It was only as we entered the hotel room that my head cleared.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Four kinds of fetish...
My friend Furcissy makes a very interesting point:
True and Horror can look similar, because both can involve a lot of aversion. The only obvious difference is that the True focuses on the after, whereas Horror is all about lead up.
True and Hazard, meanwhile, are separated by degree. The problem is that fantasies tend to drift towards the intensities of Hazard at the expense of more livable True - e.g. it's easier to imagine being whipped until you bleed, rather than a quiet day as a slave.
Why does this matter? Because you need to be very careful what you wish for...
For everyone that gets turned on by a scenario, a handful have a fetish for the activity and the majority have a fetish for the situation surrounding the activity. I think that many subs may feel like they have a larger kink-interest base than they really do because of this.If you read the rest of his post, you'll find he means that the fetish can be for...
- ...the act or situation itself - let's call it a True Fetish.
For example, I have a chastity fetish. I like being locked in my chastity belt (sort of). I also like being mildly whipped (sort of). Furcissy likes humiliated by being feminized (but hates it). - ... the situation implied by the act - let's call this a Hazard Fetish.
The fetish act that kicked off this line of thought was "being ignored". One several occasions, Furcissy spent several hours kneeling in a corner, and was most likely forgotten during this time. He came to the conclusion that it was nice if this was a possibility, but not if it were a main activity.
I, like many others, crave roles in which a whipping is a constant hazard. I don't really enjoy the actual pain, but I do enjoy the sense of powerlessness, and the sense-enhancing fear implied by the possibility. Of course, I need to be whipped from time to time to make the thing real, but I wouldn't enjoy "games" in which all that happened was me getting flogged.
- ...the sense of horror associated with an act or situation - call it the Horror Fetish (duh).
This is all to do with using fear to heighten arousal, and very little to do with what you'd actually want to do in real life. The fantasy usually doesn't stretch much further than the act, or the moment of entering the situation. Into this bag go most castration and cuckolding fantasies.
True and Horror can look similar, because both can involve a lot of aversion. The only obvious difference is that the True focuses on the after, whereas Horror is all about lead up.
True and Hazard, meanwhile, are separated by degree. The problem is that fantasies tend to drift towards the intensities of Hazard at the expense of more livable True - e.g. it's easier to imagine being whipped until you bleed, rather than a quiet day as a slave.
Why does this matter? Because you need to be very careful what you wish for...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
More questions from Insomniac Night Owl (cont)
Insomniac Night Owl is still helping me build my erotic world, Vesta...
1) Female Immigration - For women on Vesta, what are the practical differences between being a tourist, a resident alien with papers, and a citizen?
Tourists can't own a man. However, in some colonies, they can rent one.
2) Galactic Class? - So, is the main university of New Athens the interstellar equivalent of the Ivy League, Oxford, and Princeton?
Yes, or perhaps one step below. Plenty of financial backing gives them the capacity to bring in major professors for one or two years. A bit like Vegas.
3) "Incest" in Femtopia - Can a woman in Femtopia own her brother/father/son's contract?
Yuk. Let's not go there. (Suspect the software would prevent this.)
3) International Contracts - Can Femtopian males be owned by non-Femtopian females & legal entities? Could a Minervan business student buy a couple of bondsmen for a start-up? Or could Interstellar Expeditions (of Arcturus 7) own a couple of males to serve as local tour guides?
You can carry ownership with you between "slave" colonies, but you can't own a "native" man unless you're settled there. For this reason, not sure I should let corporations own men. In general, a strict rationing system prevails, preventing a small number of rich women or companies owning all the men.
4)Males Owning Males - Can a Femtopian male own another male? Can he found a company to buy his own contract?
I think the legal system makes this impossible, in some cunning but unspecified way. Obviously, off world wealth could make all sorts of de facto arrangements possible, but I think the penalties would be nasty, e.g. perhaps being sold to Amazonia.
5> Spaceport/Station Policy What are the rules of the main Vestan spaceport? Does it adhere to purely Minervan rules, or is it the sort of place where each colony-nation's semi-apply (and thus incoming Minervan freshmen might rub shoulders with an Amazonian and her half-naked slaves)?
I think it's quite an exotic place, where people tend to carry their cultural rules with them. However, there aren't many reasons for an Amazonian to be there with her slave unless they're shipping out for good.
And a couple of random thoughts:
A)Male Masturbation in Neutralia - I think you want to impose limits on male masturbation in Neutralia - at least solo masturbation. If Neutralian males have unlimited orgasmic privileges, it seems to take away from the general feel of a "chastity planet" - and the focus on the women of Vesta.
Simply rule a Neutralian male's cup closes when not in proximity to another resident of Vesta would do the trick - and help enforce the idea of a unisex utopia (since even another male would work). Or, more complex, you could state that a Neutralian male's cup closes whenever his hands approach it, unless overruled by a Neutralian female's ring.
Good point. The ring is probably the best idea.
I have been tinkering with the idea of having at least one colony where the cups are only openable for brief windows each month.
B) "Fixed" Females - the possibility of women experimenting with feeldo/cup combinations gives a whole new meaning to "gender studies", dosen't it?
Probably not what I'd write, but entirely possible within the world. The female cup wouldn't be alien tech though.
C) Vegan Feminist Hippies - Out of curiousity, are there any women on Vesta who aren't feminist (if not outright female supremacist)? Somehow, I have a hard time picturing any of the four colony-nations tolerating male chauvinism.
Some of the students at New Athens come from quite conservative worlds, and are there - like young Mormans sewing their oats - to have a wild time, but come back virginity intact. Femtopia has the feel of the old fashioned battle of the sexes, but with women in the ascendency.
D) Gender Balance - Keeping Amazonia and Neutralia gender balanced (50/50 mix) is going to be hard. It still seems like there'd be a lot of male interest in Neutralia (unlimited orgasm & potential for lesbian orgies)?
Neutralia doesn't have the funding that Minerva has. It's also a bit too gender bendy for most males. Some men probably start off there and then rush to transfer to somewhere less disorientating.
Conversly, Amazonia looks like it would have a hard time competing with . . . well, any of the other colony-nations for males.
Yes. Apart from hardcore male fetishists, it partly relies on paying big bucks. Remember, most of the action isn't wild BDSM - the male slaves mostly act as butlers/maids/assistants. I'm sure a certain amount of fishing goes on as well - the with pretty Amazonians going to other locations to lure men in.
A 10:1 male-female ratio... [might be better]
Not the vibe I'm after.
E) I'm not sure you want to impose a sucks-to-be-male cup configuration on all males leaving Vesta. I was picturing it something like the old "Damned" caste - something miserable and painful, and that would motivate males to work to get things back the way they were. And imposing it on all males abroad would interfere with recruiting (a nice, broad -if closed- cup is so much more attractive than a tight/evil format)
I mean, if you leave before your tour is over, you leave your collar behind, and all the attached functionality. So you're just down to an inert cup in tight or broad format. I don't think anybody will be flashing theirs around...
1) Female Immigration - For women on Vesta, what are the practical differences between being a tourist, a resident alien with papers, and a citizen?
Tourists can't own a man. However, in some colonies, they can rent one.
2) Galactic Class? - So, is the main university of New Athens the interstellar equivalent of the Ivy League, Oxford, and Princeton?
Yes, or perhaps one step below. Plenty of financial backing gives them the capacity to bring in major professors for one or two years. A bit like Vegas.
3) "Incest" in Femtopia - Can a woman in Femtopia own her brother/father/son's contract?
Yuk. Let's not go there. (Suspect the software would prevent this.)
3) International Contracts - Can Femtopian males be owned by non-Femtopian females & legal entities? Could a Minervan business student buy a couple of bondsmen for a start-up? Or could Interstellar Expeditions (of Arcturus 7) own a couple of males to serve as local tour guides?
You can carry ownership with you between "slave" colonies, but you can't own a "native" man unless you're settled there. For this reason, not sure I should let corporations own men. In general, a strict rationing system prevails, preventing a small number of rich women or companies owning all the men.
4)Males Owning Males - Can a Femtopian male own another male? Can he found a company to buy his own contract?
I think the legal system makes this impossible, in some cunning but unspecified way. Obviously, off world wealth could make all sorts of de facto arrangements possible, but I think the penalties would be nasty, e.g. perhaps being sold to Amazonia.
5> Spaceport/Station Policy What are the rules of the main Vestan spaceport? Does it adhere to purely Minervan rules, or is it the sort of place where each colony-nation's semi-apply (and thus incoming Minervan freshmen might rub shoulders with an Amazonian and her half-naked slaves)?
I think it's quite an exotic place, where people tend to carry their cultural rules with them. However, there aren't many reasons for an Amazonian to be there with her slave unless they're shipping out for good.
And a couple of random thoughts:
A)Male Masturbation in Neutralia - I think you want to impose limits on male masturbation in Neutralia - at least solo masturbation. If Neutralian males have unlimited orgasmic privileges, it seems to take away from the general feel of a "chastity planet" - and the focus on the women of Vesta.
Simply rule a Neutralian male's cup closes when not in proximity to another resident of Vesta would do the trick - and help enforce the idea of a unisex utopia (since even another male would work). Or, more complex, you could state that a Neutralian male's cup closes whenever his hands approach it, unless overruled by a Neutralian female's ring.
Good point. The ring is probably the best idea.
I have been tinkering with the idea of having at least one colony where the cups are only openable for brief windows each month.
B) "Fixed" Females - the possibility of women experimenting with feeldo/cup combinations gives a whole new meaning to "gender studies", dosen't it?
Probably not what I'd write, but entirely possible within the world. The female cup wouldn't be alien tech though.
C) Vegan Feminist Hippies - Out of curiousity, are there any women on Vesta who aren't feminist (if not outright female supremacist)? Somehow, I have a hard time picturing any of the four colony-nations tolerating male chauvinism.
Some of the students at New Athens come from quite conservative worlds, and are there - like young Mormans sewing their oats - to have a wild time, but come back virginity intact. Femtopia has the feel of the old fashioned battle of the sexes, but with women in the ascendency.
D) Gender Balance - Keeping Amazonia and Neutralia gender balanced (50/50 mix) is going to be hard. It still seems like there'd be a lot of male interest in Neutralia (unlimited orgasm & potential for lesbian orgies)?
Neutralia doesn't have the funding that Minerva has. It's also a bit too gender bendy for most males. Some men probably start off there and then rush to transfer to somewhere less disorientating.
Conversly, Amazonia looks like it would have a hard time competing with . . . well, any of the other colony-nations for males.
Yes. Apart from hardcore male fetishists, it partly relies on paying big bucks. Remember, most of the action isn't wild BDSM - the male slaves mostly act as butlers/maids/assistants. I'm sure a certain amount of fishing goes on as well - the with pretty Amazonians going to other locations to lure men in.
A 10:1 male-female ratio... [might be better]
Not the vibe I'm after.
E) I'm not sure you want to impose a sucks-to-be-male cup configuration on all males leaving Vesta. I was picturing it something like the old "Damned" caste - something miserable and painful, and that would motivate males to work to get things back the way they were. And imposing it on all males abroad would interfere with recruiting (a nice, broad -if closed- cup is so much more attractive than a tight/evil format)
I mean, if you leave before your tour is over, you leave your collar behind, and all the attached functionality. So you're just down to an inert cup in tight or broad format. I don't think anybody will be flashing theirs around...
Monday, March 28, 2011
More questions from Insomniac Night Owl
1> If Minerva considers gender a social construct, does that mean it makes no difference between hetero-, homo-, and bi-sexual relationships? And that longterm residents see nothing odd with any pairing (or group) of romantically involved individuals?
Yes.
2> If all males are communally owned in Amazonia - and women aren't allowed to "call dibs" on their favorites - does that mean the males all live communally (in dorms/barracks/etc.)
No! Males in Amazonia are owned by individuals. (I like the idea of free floating compliant males, though.)
3> If Amazonia doesn't use the demerit system, and guarantees the bodily integrity of the males, how does it punish troublemakers?
Just as slaves have always been punished - whips and chains.
4> Which way does Amazonia skew: angry female supremacists (men are scum, they should be punished as often as possible), or more positive (men are just inferior and should be pitied - and controlled - to keep them out of trouble)?
It doesn't. There's a big element of "pot luck".
5> What's the gender balance of the four major colony-nations? 50/50? 60/40? 90/10? And if skewed, are there more males or females?
About 50/50, I think. (I am aware that I am probably cheating on this.)
6>How does Minerva view female sexuality (and the female sex drive)? Is it considered a vice (albeit less of one than the male equivalent)? Or is it celebrated (and only the male needs are viewed askance)?
I think there's a measure of denial about it. The aim is to create a tranquil feminine environment where everybody does yoga...
7> What are the core principles (i.e. minimum requirements) that any Vestan colony-nation must adhere to? Is it just a requirement that males be "fixed" (anti-violence collar & anti-penetration chastity cup)? Or are there others?
Good question. Anti-violence collar and anti-penetration cup with built in temporary sterility. (Aliens don't want this zone filling up with humans...)
8> Can a female in Neutralia experiment with artificial male (feeldo) gentitalia constrained by a chastity cup, in order to better blur the gender lines? Can a Minervan female?
Eek. Cool idea. I'm sure it happens.
9>Can Femtopian females sell their neuters to Amazonia? Can they buy males off Amazonia?
No. I think a male can opt for sale to Amazonia rather than a transfer or demotion.
10>What standard are you judging "worse" by? It seems like you consider Minerva to be the "best" colony-nation for men to immigrate to - but it seems like Neutralia (overall) is even better. And I'd argue that Femtopia - while riskier (because of the demerits) - is at least equally as good (since it also allows sexual pleasure), particularly for males who immigrate with a loving/compassionate female partner.
They all have their downsides.
In order to preserve the male/female ratio, Minerva offers good cheap education to young males, and pays good rates for various service jobs. These can be completed in short tours, with cupless breaks off planet.
Femtopia is more fun, but lacks the educational opportunities and has risks.
Neutralia atracts fewer females, so thus has less money knocking around. You'd really only want to go there if that was what you actually wanted. Think of it as a sort of hippy commune.
11>Do you still consider Vesta a pleasure planet - and with a pleasure planet's reputation? Or is it a "normal" world with just some "eccentricities"?
It's an experimental colony. Parts of it are pleasure planet, but only for females :)
A) Neutralia needs more development - particularly since it seems to be in direct competition with Minerva, and (for males) it seems to be an even better deal. (Basically) equal civil rights and unrestricted access to orgasms? Any male immigrant would have to be a fool to turn that down, unless he was really into femdom and/or chastity. And with its gender neutral status, (in practice) it seems to overlap with Minerva's attitudes toward gender - since neither (officially) acknowledges a difference between genders.
Yes, Neutralia has much in common with Minerva. As per above, it has less money knocking around, and no galaxy class colleges. It's the place where the vegan feminist hippies live.
B) Giving males full & equal civil rights in Neutralia and (particularly) Minerva looks like it would pose structural issues. If males have a vote (and right to form protests), then (at some point) it seems like they would move to amend the Minervan constituion to allow their cups to open - and they're likely to get some female support for the position. At that point, it seems like the original purpose of Minerva would be lost, or the aliens would have to invade to re-impose the original rules (which would certainly hurt immigration -and possibly bring other planets into the situation/war).
The rules are imposed automatically using GPS, and cannot be altered. That's the whole idea of the setting - semi normality with a twist.
C> Oh, and for the term to describe a male "demoting" to thrall, may I suggest "dedicating", "devoting", or "pledging" (himself), as a more positive term?
Nice.
D> I’d also like to suggest trying to avoid making any one colony “better” than the others - try to leave at least one strong non-fetish advantage for each culture, and one serious drawback.
Good point.
E>It might suit Amazonia to use non-flesh tone colors for their cups - the better to emphasize that the males are "lesser beings" who have to be controlled. Perhaps metallic (for a "traditional" look), or maybe something bright and obvious (maybe the the Amazonian flag, or crest, covers the entire thing).
Yes.
F>A final suggestion would be to encourage strong trading/sporting links between the different colony-nations. For example, you could have a lot of fun (short story wise) having students from Minerva travel to Neutralia or Amazonia to "study abroad" or for sports competitions.
Exactly!
Z> How do the anti-violence collars work? Are they able to detect violent impulses, or does it take some initial act/symptom of violence to trigger (fresh blood, for example)? Or is there a way for them to sense the presence of another person, and prevent the male from approaching (without permission)? And do they simply inhibit the action (as a form of paralysis), or is it more of a shock collar model?
They have AI built in, and combine situational awareness with bio monitoring.
Y> You might want to give the female rings a "panic button", as a form of ultimate reassurance for the women.
Good idea. Would, again, involve AI, so would be context-driven.
X> Again, as a last ditch thing, it might be worth putting the chastity cups on a dead man switch - where the default setting is the absolute worst for the male - closed, tightest fit, etc. And if something major happens - the aliens disappear, a way is found to tamper with the cup, etc. - the males with better settings (Neutralian, high caste Femtopians, etc.) all devolve back to the absolute worst setting possible (for them).
That's what happens if you leave planet. :)
W> On a different topic, you might want to limit the technology of the human-ruled worlds outside the Alien/Adult Zone. If humans don't have self-replicating nanotech, and human tech follows its current path, the really sophisticated stuff (computers, biotech, etc.) would requires large, phenomenally expensive facilities to manufacture - and shipping across the galaxy (or universe) is likely to be very expensive.
I'll probably simply avoid this issue by not talking about it. I'm aiming for a TV SciFi level of "authenticity". The implicit assumption is that culture is still recognisable.
V>Do the women of Femtopia deliberately cultivate their own sexuality (and sexual appeal to males)? You could make an argument that they (and actually many of the women of Vesta) should be learning to belly dance, study tantric sex methods, do cardio-striptease (instead of yoga) for aerobic exercise, and so on. On one hand, it could be used to squeeze more labor (or devotion, or female orgasms) out of the males is a good reason to do so. And on the other, it could be an expression of the inherent feminity (and how they're different/better than the males)
Just as in our world, some do and some don't. In Femtopia, some particularly enjoy seducing neuters.
U>On the previous post (the Rule of Ten one), you have an image of a nude male performing cunnilingus on a female. Is that the kind of thing a Femtopian female can expect upon coming home after a hard day's work? Is that more an Amazonian thing? Neither? If so, would the female (of either culture) be embarrassed to have her friends see such a thing (assuming she's a long time resident, and not a newcomer)?
Nature, timing and frequency of erotic service would depend on the relationship for Thralls, and ultimately on the woman. In Femtopia, normal rules of decorum apply, though might be broken. Amazonia... not sure.
THANKS!
Yes.
2> If all males are communally owned in Amazonia - and women aren't allowed to "call dibs" on their favorites - does that mean the males all live communally (in dorms/barracks/etc.)
No! Males in Amazonia are owned by individuals. (I like the idea of free floating compliant males, though.)
3> If Amazonia doesn't use the demerit system, and guarantees the bodily integrity of the males, how does it punish troublemakers?
Just as slaves have always been punished - whips and chains.
4> Which way does Amazonia skew: angry female supremacists (men are scum, they should be punished as often as possible), or more positive (men are just inferior and should be pitied - and controlled - to keep them out of trouble)?
It doesn't. There's a big element of "pot luck".
5> What's the gender balance of the four major colony-nations? 50/50? 60/40? 90/10? And if skewed, are there more males or females?
About 50/50, I think. (I am aware that I am probably cheating on this.)
6>How does Minerva view female sexuality (and the female sex drive)? Is it considered a vice (albeit less of one than the male equivalent)? Or is it celebrated (and only the male needs are viewed askance)?
I think there's a measure of denial about it. The aim is to create a tranquil feminine environment where everybody does yoga...
7> What are the core principles (i.e. minimum requirements) that any Vestan colony-nation must adhere to? Is it just a requirement that males be "fixed" (anti-violence collar & anti-penetration chastity cup)? Or are there others?
Good question. Anti-violence collar and anti-penetration cup with built in temporary sterility. (Aliens don't want this zone filling up with humans...)
8> Can a female in Neutralia experiment with artificial male (feeldo) gentitalia constrained by a chastity cup, in order to better blur the gender lines? Can a Minervan female?
Eek. Cool idea. I'm sure it happens.
9>Can Femtopian females sell their neuters to Amazonia? Can they buy males off Amazonia?
No. I think a male can opt for sale to Amazonia rather than a transfer or demotion.
10>What standard are you judging "worse" by? It seems like you consider Minerva to be the "best" colony-nation for men to immigrate to - but it seems like Neutralia (overall) is even better. And I'd argue that Femtopia - while riskier (because of the demerits) - is at least equally as good (since it also allows sexual pleasure), particularly for males who immigrate with a loving/compassionate female partner.
They all have their downsides.
In order to preserve the male/female ratio, Minerva offers good cheap education to young males, and pays good rates for various service jobs. These can be completed in short tours, with cupless breaks off planet.
Femtopia is more fun, but lacks the educational opportunities and has risks.
Neutralia atracts fewer females, so thus has less money knocking around. You'd really only want to go there if that was what you actually wanted. Think of it as a sort of hippy commune.
11>Do you still consider Vesta a pleasure planet - and with a pleasure planet's reputation? Or is it a "normal" world with just some "eccentricities"?
It's an experimental colony. Parts of it are pleasure planet, but only for females :)
A) Neutralia needs more development - particularly since it seems to be in direct competition with Minerva, and (for males) it seems to be an even better deal. (Basically) equal civil rights and unrestricted access to orgasms? Any male immigrant would have to be a fool to turn that down, unless he was really into femdom and/or chastity. And with its gender neutral status, (in practice) it seems to overlap with Minerva's attitudes toward gender - since neither (officially) acknowledges a difference between genders.
Yes, Neutralia has much in common with Minerva. As per above, it has less money knocking around, and no galaxy class colleges. It's the place where the vegan feminist hippies live.
B) Giving males full & equal civil rights in Neutralia and (particularly) Minerva looks like it would pose structural issues. If males have a vote (and right to form protests), then (at some point) it seems like they would move to amend the Minervan constituion to allow their cups to open - and they're likely to get some female support for the position. At that point, it seems like the original purpose of Minerva would be lost, or the aliens would have to invade to re-impose the original rules (which would certainly hurt immigration -and possibly bring other planets into the situation/war).
The rules are imposed automatically using GPS, and cannot be altered. That's the whole idea of the setting - semi normality with a twist.
C> Oh, and for the term to describe a male "demoting" to thrall, may I suggest "dedicating", "devoting", or "pledging" (himself), as a more positive term?
Nice.
D> I’d also like to suggest trying to avoid making any one colony “better” than the others - try to leave at least one strong non-fetish advantage for each culture, and one serious drawback.
Good point.
E>It might suit Amazonia to use non-flesh tone colors for their cups - the better to emphasize that the males are "lesser beings" who have to be controlled. Perhaps metallic (for a "traditional" look), or maybe something bright and obvious (maybe the the Amazonian flag, or crest, covers the entire thing).
Yes.
F>A final suggestion would be to encourage strong trading/sporting links between the different colony-nations. For example, you could have a lot of fun (short story wise) having students from Minerva travel to Neutralia or Amazonia to "study abroad" or for sports competitions.
Exactly!
Z> How do the anti-violence collars work? Are they able to detect violent impulses, or does it take some initial act/symptom of violence to trigger (fresh blood, for example)? Or is there a way for them to sense the presence of another person, and prevent the male from approaching (without permission)? And do they simply inhibit the action (as a form of paralysis), or is it more of a shock collar model?
They have AI built in, and combine situational awareness with bio monitoring.
Y> You might want to give the female rings a "panic button", as a form of ultimate reassurance for the women.
Good idea. Would, again, involve AI, so would be context-driven.
X> Again, as a last ditch thing, it might be worth putting the chastity cups on a dead man switch - where the default setting is the absolute worst for the male - closed, tightest fit, etc. And if something major happens - the aliens disappear, a way is found to tamper with the cup, etc. - the males with better settings (Neutralian, high caste Femtopians, etc.) all devolve back to the absolute worst setting possible (for them).
That's what happens if you leave planet. :)
W> On a different topic, you might want to limit the technology of the human-ruled worlds outside the Alien/Adult Zone. If humans don't have self-replicating nanotech, and human tech follows its current path, the really sophisticated stuff (computers, biotech, etc.) would requires large, phenomenally expensive facilities to manufacture - and shipping across the galaxy (or universe) is likely to be very expensive.
I'll probably simply avoid this issue by not talking about it. I'm aiming for a TV SciFi level of "authenticity". The implicit assumption is that culture is still recognisable.
V>Do the women of Femtopia deliberately cultivate their own sexuality (and sexual appeal to males)? You could make an argument that they (and actually many of the women of Vesta) should be learning to belly dance, study tantric sex methods, do cardio-striptease (instead of yoga) for aerobic exercise, and so on. On one hand, it could be used to squeeze more labor (or devotion, or female orgasms) out of the males is a good reason to do so. And on the other, it could be an expression of the inherent feminity (and how they're different/better than the males)
Just as in our world, some do and some don't. In Femtopia, some particularly enjoy seducing neuters.
U>On the previous post (the Rule of Ten one), you have an image of a nude male performing cunnilingus on a female. Is that the kind of thing a Femtopian female can expect upon coming home after a hard day's work? Is that more an Amazonian thing? Neither? If so, would the female (of either culture) be embarrassed to have her friends see such a thing (assuming she's a long time resident, and not a newcomer)?
Nature, timing and frequency of erotic service would depend on the relationship for Thralls, and ultimately on the woman. In Femtopia, normal rules of decorum apply, though might be broken. Amazonia... not sure.
THANKS!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Insomniac Night Owl's questions
As usual, Insomniac Night Owl has asked some interesting questions about Vesta, AKA "Chastity Planet".
1) Other than voting (and sexual) rights, are male residents considered the equals of females in Minerva? Is there anything to prevent a "male suffrage" movement, or "open our cup" protests?
(For those who've just tuned in, Minerva is the original Utopian adult only settlement where the males all wear alien tech chastity cups.)
Yes, they have equal rights. However, the constitutions of individual settlements are guaranteed by the Aliens who own the Adult Zone.
2) What is the founding principal/culture block for Amazonia? Is it a lesbian culture that grudingly admits males (for a constitutional obligation, some sort of gender based health concern, etc) out of necessity? Are they outright female supremacists who keep males around to underscore their philosophy? Is it a colony of sexual abuse victims that uses the chastized males as therapy?
Haven't visited there yet. However, since this is escapist erotica, I'd tend to stay clear of the rehabilitation angle.
I think it's primarily female supremacist, however there will be a variety of motives for going there, not least the being served hand and foot.
3) Does the position of males in Amazonia correspond to one of the Femtopian castes? Or is it a unique level?
Unfree Neuters. Very much slaves in the mundane sense. Since there's no escape route, the situation is worse than in Femtopia.
4)Other than sexual fetish, is there any reason for males to go to Amazonia (either short term or as a long term resident)? If so, what is the attraction(s)?
It's a big galaxy, and Amazonia is a small state! Subtler than straight up fetish is the desire to subordinate to a female. The relationships can be quite nurturing. Also, there are big bucks to be earned by selling yourself for a tour.
5) How do heterosexual relationships work in Amazonia? Is there some semblance of dating/courtship, or does a woman just grab the guy off the street? Is a male allowed to ask a woman out in Amazonia? Is he allowed to refuse her request for sex?
The men are all slaves and have no more control over their fate or bodies than historical slaves, except that physical safety is guaranteed.
6) Do Neutralia and Amazonia participate in the demerit system? Do they have their own color codes for the collars?
No. Neutralia is a unisex utopia. Amazonia is a slave state.
~For Amazonia, at least, it seems like you might want to have one collar for "free"/communally owned males, and another color for ones who currently have a mistress (lets the women know whether a male is fair game, or if someone's gonna complain).
See above. The only men in Amazonia are slaves.
7)What is the founding block/principal for Neutalia? Romantics desiring a "non-aggressive" sexuality (defining penetrative intercourse as aggressive)? Transvestites? Something else?
Not sure yet. Possibly - like most real states - a confluence of contrasting interests, i.e. everything!
8)Does Neutralia use gender neutral clothing? Can people where the clothes of either gender? Can women go topless, or do both genders need to wear shirts? What about lingerie/swimwear?
I'll let you know when I find out!
9)How does the demotion from Free Neuter to Thrall work in Femtopia? Is there a wedding-style proposal? Do friends/family celebrate? Or is it just a matter of filing paperwork?
I'll need a better term than demotion. "Transfer" perhaps? As for ritual... no tradition to do with proposals, no paper work either - since the whole system works of key word commands. However, I suppose there'd be the equivalent of a stag night, and complexities about prexisting friendships with other Free Neuters.
10)Are there any reasons to travel between the different colony-nations?
The usual - business, tourism. Some advantages in going from Femtopia to Minerva, since F/;M anal penetration has no random penalties in the latter.
Are cup sizes/access determined by the local rules, or by whatever the lowest/least applicable rule is?
Something like that.
Do the colony-nations have to return males seeking to "defect" (or run from their mistresses)?
Do the other colony-nations recognize individual female claims to particular males (such a Femtopian's bondsman)?
No. However, the tour timer stops counting down if you leave your assigned state for more than a couple of weeks.
11)Are the chastity cups purely to restrict access (and mount dildos)? Or do they have other functions? For example, you've mentioned they might have "teasing" or "punishment" modes. Do they do other things, to?
Depends on the state. Vesta is built to be non-male orientated.
12)Are there "leash laws" in some colony nations? Does a male's collar display his mistress's name?
Quite possibly. Yes - collars display names.
13)Do bondsmen (etc.) have to be owned by individuals? Or can they be owned by legal entites - corporations, trusts, governments?
All of the above. However, there will be caps on numbers depending on supply and demand.
Then, regarding Femtopia:
Bondsman/Thrall distinction
Neither has property rights. However, the Thrall is on duty 24/7, whereas the Bondsman is off duty after his 8 hours.
The real distinction is that Bondsmen are an investment. You can't make that much money renting them out, because there are plenty of Free Neuters providing free, or quasi-free competition. However, you can make a nice return selling them on as Bondsmen.
You can only own one male - Thrall, Neuter or Mute - but you can have several Bondsmen.
What prevents most women from mistreating their bondsmen is the fear that they will demote or transfer to escape if they are treated as badly as the lower ranks.
1) Other than voting (and sexual) rights, are male residents considered the equals of females in Minerva? Is there anything to prevent a "male suffrage" movement, or "open our cup" protests?
(For those who've just tuned in, Minerva is the original Utopian adult only settlement where the males all wear alien tech chastity cups.)
Yes, they have equal rights. However, the constitutions of individual settlements are guaranteed by the Aliens who own the Adult Zone.
2) What is the founding principal/culture block for Amazonia? Is it a lesbian culture that grudingly admits males (for a constitutional obligation, some sort of gender based health concern, etc) out of necessity? Are they outright female supremacists who keep males around to underscore their philosophy? Is it a colony of sexual abuse victims that uses the chastized males as therapy?
Haven't visited there yet. However, since this is escapist erotica, I'd tend to stay clear of the rehabilitation angle.
I think it's primarily female supremacist, however there will be a variety of motives for going there, not least the being served hand and foot.
3) Does the position of males in Amazonia correspond to one of the Femtopian castes? Or is it a unique level?
Unfree Neuters. Very much slaves in the mundane sense. Since there's no escape route, the situation is worse than in Femtopia.
4)Other than sexual fetish, is there any reason for males to go to Amazonia (either short term or as a long term resident)? If so, what is the attraction(s)?
It's a big galaxy, and Amazonia is a small state! Subtler than straight up fetish is the desire to subordinate to a female. The relationships can be quite nurturing. Also, there are big bucks to be earned by selling yourself for a tour.
5) How do heterosexual relationships work in Amazonia? Is there some semblance of dating/courtship, or does a woman just grab the guy off the street? Is a male allowed to ask a woman out in Amazonia? Is he allowed to refuse her request for sex?
The men are all slaves and have no more control over their fate or bodies than historical slaves, except that physical safety is guaranteed.
6) Do Neutralia and Amazonia participate in the demerit system? Do they have their own color codes for the collars?
No. Neutralia is a unisex utopia. Amazonia is a slave state.
~For Amazonia, at least, it seems like you might want to have one collar for "free"/communally owned males, and another color for ones who currently have a mistress (lets the women know whether a male is fair game, or if someone's gonna complain).
See above. The only men in Amazonia are slaves.
7)What is the founding block/principal for Neutalia? Romantics desiring a "non-aggressive" sexuality (defining penetrative intercourse as aggressive)? Transvestites? Something else?
Not sure yet. Possibly - like most real states - a confluence of contrasting interests, i.e. everything!
8)Does Neutralia use gender neutral clothing? Can people where the clothes of either gender? Can women go topless, or do both genders need to wear shirts? What about lingerie/swimwear?
I'll let you know when I find out!
9)How does the demotion from Free Neuter to Thrall work in Femtopia? Is there a wedding-style proposal? Do friends/family celebrate? Or is it just a matter of filing paperwork?
I'll need a better term than demotion. "Transfer" perhaps? As for ritual... no tradition to do with proposals, no paper work either - since the whole system works of key word commands. However, I suppose there'd be the equivalent of a stag night, and complexities about prexisting friendships with other Free Neuters.
10)Are there any reasons to travel between the different colony-nations?
The usual - business, tourism. Some advantages in going from Femtopia to Minerva, since F/;M anal penetration has no random penalties in the latter.
Are cup sizes/access determined by the local rules, or by whatever the lowest/least applicable rule is?
Something like that.
Do the colony-nations have to return males seeking to "defect" (or run from their mistresses)?
Do the other colony-nations recognize individual female claims to particular males (such a Femtopian's bondsman)?
No. However, the tour timer stops counting down if you leave your assigned state for more than a couple of weeks.
11)Are the chastity cups purely to restrict access (and mount dildos)? Or do they have other functions? For example, you've mentioned they might have "teasing" or "punishment" modes. Do they do other things, to?
Depends on the state. Vesta is built to be non-male orientated.
12)Are there "leash laws" in some colony nations? Does a male's collar display his mistress's name?
Quite possibly. Yes - collars display names.
13)Do bondsmen (etc.) have to be owned by individuals? Or can they be owned by legal entites - corporations, trusts, governments?
All of the above. However, there will be caps on numbers depending on supply and demand.
Then, regarding Femtopia:
Bondsman/Thrall distinction
Neither has property rights. However, the Thrall is on duty 24/7, whereas the Bondsman is off duty after his 8 hours.
The real distinction is that Bondsmen are an investment. You can't make that much money renting them out, because there are plenty of Free Neuters providing free, or quasi-free competition. However, you can make a nice return selling them on as Bondsmen.
You can only own one male - Thrall, Neuter or Mute - but you can have several Bondsmen.
What prevents most women from mistreating their bondsmen is the fear that they will demote or transfer to escape if they are treated as badly as the lower ranks.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The law of ten
According to the Kinsey Institute website:"A study looking at message board posts found 71% of heterosexual males but only 11% of heterosexual females and 12% of homosexual males prefer a dominant role when engaging in sexual bondage."
And
“14% of men and 11% of women have had some sexual experience with sadomasochism”
Let’s assume that these figures are roughly correct. Roughly a tenth of straight women have played BDSM games. Out of them, one tenth identify as sexual
ly dominant.
So, imagine there are 100 women in your widest possible social circle, only 10 of them are remotely likely to be the kind of person who’s easily BDSM friendly, and out of them one (1) identifies as sexually dominant.
If you can find her, you’re competing with between one and three other guys, and one of them’s probably her boyfriend.
This is what it looks like:
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Excerpt from "Chaste Honeymoon"
Lewis woke on the couch.
He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the clock. “Two in the morning!” He stumbled to the bedroom, but the bed was still made. Panic welled up in his gut. Elizabeth never stayed out late. But the Femtopia Tourist Office promised, “The safest girls night out in the Galaxy.” Nothing bad could happen to here, or in any other of the different states of Vesta.
A familiar snorting giggle drifted up from the courtyard.
Lewis exhaled. That was what woke him. He hurried to the kitchen to get the antique coffee machine going. He scalded himself a couple of times, but managed to produce a mug of latte that he hoped his wife would approve of. He brought it back through to the living room and placed it neatly on a coaster. If he could get her onto the couch, he could go down on her, and then she might let him come.
Down in the courtyard, Elizabeth was deep in conversation. The other voice was deeper but feminine.
Lewis waited, watching the milk go flat.
At last, he stood up. “I’m not a damned slave.” He marched out to the balcony and lent over to look down into the courtyard garden they shared with the other apartments.
His wife was sprawled on double-lounger next to a woman with bobbed black hair – Tallulah. Lewis opened his mouth, then remembered how casually the woman had given him a demerit.
“I think I can see our home star,” said Elizabeth.
“So,” drawled Tallulah. “How do you like your new home?”
Elizabeth giggled and crossed her legs. “It’s a bit… wild.”
Tallulah twisted and propped herself up on one elbow. Lewis saw that the back of her mini dress was just a web of strings. “It’s supposed to be wild.”
“Lewis made it sound like a Feminist Utopia.”
Tallulah laughed. “It is. But I think the men expect something kinkier.”
“Kinkier?”
On the balcony, Lewis blushed.
“You know,” continued Tallulah. “Whips and chains. Women in charge.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No. Lewis isn’t like that.”
“Really. Who’s idea was this?”
There was a long silence. Then Elizabeth said, “So you think all this excites him?”
“You’ll have to ask him yourself.” Tallulah lent over and kissed Elizabeth on the lips. “You excite me.”
Elizabeth sat bolt upright. “Gosh.” She gave a snorting laugh. “I… I haven’t done this since girl’s school. I… I thought you fancied Christina.”
“She’s more your type. I just used her as bait to get you out for the night.”
“Type? I don’t have a type. I mean, she is gorgeous, but I’m str—“
Tallulah turned her head and kissed her.
Elizabeth made a throaty mewling sound. She put her hands around the other woman’s head and clamped her close.
Tallulah reached behind herself and worked a lever. The recliner straightened out into a bed. She eased Lewis’s wife down to lie on her back. She brushed aside her long blonde hair and nibbled her ear. “Can you still see your home star?”
“I’m not sure any more.” Elizabeth caressed the other woman’s bare back between the strings. “You have such smooth skin.”
“Regular massages from my mute.” Tallulah stroked the inside of Elizabeth’s knee. The hand crept up under the hem of her summer frock.
“You have a mute?”
“You have panties on.”
Elizabeth giggled. She caught the other woman’s wrist. “I thought you didn’t like men.”
“Can’t stand them,” said Tallulah. She lent over and kissed Elizabeth’s throat. “But mutes don’t count. They might as well be an android. Mine doesn’t even have a name.”
“You’re terrible.” Elizabeth released her grip and slid her hand up the outside of Tallulah’s dress. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“I like to stay cool.”
“I think I’m overheating,” said Elizabeth, with a dirty snort.
“I can fix that,” said Tallulah. She knelt up, reached under the dress and tugged.
Elizabeth rolled back and drew in her knees, and Lewis glimpsed the dark blonde bush between her honey-colored thighs.
Tallulah threw the undies over her shoulder. “You won’t need these again.”
Elizabeth raised her head. “I will when I go home. They were expensive.”
Tallulah shuffled over to kneel between Elizabeth’s legs. “Well, get your Louie to find them in the morning.”
“It’s Lewis…” Elizabeth started to sit up. “He’s waiting for me. And I happen to be married to him.”
Tallulah laughed. “He shouldn’t have persuaded you to come to Vesta, should he?”
Another snorting laugh. “Probably not.” Elizabeth lay down and opened her legs. “Do you worst, you evil predatory lesbian.”
Tallulah lowered her head. “Mmmmm.”
Lewis’s mouth went dry and he felt sick. He was about to lose Elizabeth to another woman and…
Elizabeth groaned. “It’s been so long… you’re hitting just the… Oh gosh!”
A rhythmic squelching sound reached Lewis’s ears and seemed to echo inside his chastity cup. The world spun and he clung to the balcony railing…
…and still Tallulah lapped at his wife’s groin.
Elizabeth drew in her legs. The heels of her sandals scraped the padded surface. “Don’t stop!” She hunched forward, caught the back of Tallulah’s head, and crushed her into her groin. “Yes! Oh golly gosh! Yes!” Then she flopped back. “Wow.”
Tallulah rose up on her knees and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “It takes a woman to know, no matter how well you train a male… Speaking of which…” She cocked a leg over Elizabeth’s and shuffled forward so that their groins were pressed together. “It’s my turn.”
Elizabeth half sat up. “Oh.” She shook her head. “No. I’ve never done that. Really, I’d like to… but… I don’t know…”
“It’s OK. Come up to my place. I’ve got toys.”
Elizabeth dragged her legs free and swung off the lounger. “Next time perhaps. I’ve need to go to bed.” She turned and ran towards the steps.
Tallulah watched her go, shrugged and set off for the steps on the other side of the courtyard.
Elizabeth’s heels clacked on the stairs.
Lewis hurried back into the apartment and a red haze seemed to settle over him. If the bitch thought she could cheat on him…
The front door opened as he reached it.
“I…” he began.
Elizabeth stood on tiptoe and pushed her tongue into his mouth. It acted like a piston, forcing blood into his penis.
He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the clock. “Two in the morning!” He stumbled to the bedroom, but the bed was still made. Panic welled up in his gut. Elizabeth never stayed out late. But the Femtopia Tourist Office promised, “The safest girls night out in the Galaxy.” Nothing bad could happen to here, or in any other of the different states of Vesta.
A familiar snorting giggle drifted up from the courtyard.
Lewis exhaled. That was what woke him. He hurried to the kitchen to get the antique coffee machine going. He scalded himself a couple of times, but managed to produce a mug of latte that he hoped his wife would approve of. He brought it back through to the living room and placed it neatly on a coaster. If he could get her onto the couch, he could go down on her, and then she might let him come.
Down in the courtyard, Elizabeth was deep in conversation. The other voice was deeper but feminine.
Lewis waited, watching the milk go flat.
At last, he stood up. “I’m not a damned slave.” He marched out to the balcony and lent over to look down into the courtyard garden they shared with the other apartments.
His wife was sprawled on double-lounger next to a woman with bobbed black hair – Tallulah. Lewis opened his mouth, then remembered how casually the woman had given him a demerit.
“I think I can see our home star,” said Elizabeth.
“So,” drawled Tallulah. “How do you like your new home?”
Elizabeth giggled and crossed her legs. “It’s a bit… wild.”
Tallulah twisted and propped herself up on one elbow. Lewis saw that the back of her mini dress was just a web of strings. “It’s supposed to be wild.”
“Lewis made it sound like a Feminist Utopia.”
Tallulah laughed. “It is. But I think the men expect something kinkier.”
“Kinkier?”
On the balcony, Lewis blushed.
“You know,” continued Tallulah. “Whips and chains. Women in charge.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No. Lewis isn’t like that.”
“Really. Who’s idea was this?”
There was a long silence. Then Elizabeth said, “So you think all this excites him?”
“You’ll have to ask him yourself.” Tallulah lent over and kissed Elizabeth on the lips. “You excite me.”
Elizabeth sat bolt upright. “Gosh.” She gave a snorting laugh. “I… I haven’t done this since girl’s school. I… I thought you fancied Christina.”
“She’s more your type. I just used her as bait to get you out for the night.”
“Type? I don’t have a type. I mean, she is gorgeous, but I’m str—“
Tallulah turned her head and kissed her.
Elizabeth made a throaty mewling sound. She put her hands around the other woman’s head and clamped her close.
Tallulah reached behind herself and worked a lever. The recliner straightened out into a bed. She eased Lewis’s wife down to lie on her back. She brushed aside her long blonde hair and nibbled her ear. “Can you still see your home star?”
“I’m not sure any more.” Elizabeth caressed the other woman’s bare back between the strings. “You have such smooth skin.”
“Regular massages from my mute.” Tallulah stroked the inside of Elizabeth’s knee. The hand crept up under the hem of her summer frock.
“You have a mute?”
“You have panties on.”
Elizabeth giggled. She caught the other woman’s wrist. “I thought you didn’t like men.”
“Can’t stand them,” said Tallulah. She lent over and kissed Elizabeth’s throat. “But mutes don’t count. They might as well be an android. Mine doesn’t even have a name.”
“You’re terrible.” Elizabeth released her grip and slid her hand up the outside of Tallulah’s dress. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“I like to stay cool.”
“I think I’m overheating,” said Elizabeth, with a dirty snort.
“I can fix that,” said Tallulah. She knelt up, reached under the dress and tugged.
Elizabeth rolled back and drew in her knees, and Lewis glimpsed the dark blonde bush between her honey-colored thighs.
Tallulah threw the undies over her shoulder. “You won’t need these again.”
Elizabeth raised her head. “I will when I go home. They were expensive.”
Tallulah shuffled over to kneel between Elizabeth’s legs. “Well, get your Louie to find them in the morning.”
“It’s Lewis…” Elizabeth started to sit up. “He’s waiting for me. And I happen to be married to him.”
Tallulah laughed. “He shouldn’t have persuaded you to come to Vesta, should he?”
Another snorting laugh. “Probably not.” Elizabeth lay down and opened her legs. “Do you worst, you evil predatory lesbian.”
Tallulah lowered her head. “Mmmmm.”
Lewis’s mouth went dry and he felt sick. He was about to lose Elizabeth to another woman and…
Elizabeth groaned. “It’s been so long… you’re hitting just the… Oh gosh!”
A rhythmic squelching sound reached Lewis’s ears and seemed to echo inside his chastity cup. The world spun and he clung to the balcony railing…
…and still Tallulah lapped at his wife’s groin.
Elizabeth drew in her legs. The heels of her sandals scraped the padded surface. “Don’t stop!” She hunched forward, caught the back of Tallulah’s head, and crushed her into her groin. “Yes! Oh golly gosh! Yes!” Then she flopped back. “Wow.”
Tallulah rose up on her knees and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “It takes a woman to know, no matter how well you train a male… Speaking of which…” She cocked a leg over Elizabeth’s and shuffled forward so that their groins were pressed together. “It’s my turn.”
Elizabeth half sat up. “Oh.” She shook her head. “No. I’ve never done that. Really, I’d like to… but… I don’t know…”
“It’s OK. Come up to my place. I’ve got toys.”
Elizabeth dragged her legs free and swung off the lounger. “Next time perhaps. I’ve need to go to bed.” She turned and ran towards the steps.
Tallulah watched her go, shrugged and set off for the steps on the other side of the courtyard.
Elizabeth’s heels clacked on the stairs.
Lewis hurried back into the apartment and a red haze seemed to settle over him. If the bitch thought she could cheat on him…
The front door opened as he reached it.
“I…” he began.
Elizabeth stood on tiptoe and pushed her tongue into his mouth. It acted like a piston, forcing blood into his penis.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Help? Good BDSM web resources
I'm putting together a booklet summarising my approach to getting a vanilla partner to do femdom. What it could really do with is a good appendix listing web resources for BDSM and Femdom in particular, and safety in particular.
If anybody's reading this, I'd be really grateful if you'd share!
If anybody's reading this, I'd be really grateful if you'd share!
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Johnnys Vintage Archives
If you haven't already done so, check out Johnnys Vintage Archives. He's been restoring old erotic - he calls them risque - photos, and the results are awesome.
Monday, February 07, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Design notes for Vesta (Chastity Planet)
What follows isn’t erotica – it’s the design notes for my erotic world, Vesta. Feel free to use this world in your own stories, as long as you credit me, and don’t change any of the established “facts”.If you want to add anything to Minerva or Femtopia, please clear it with me first.
(With thanks in particular to Anonymous and Night Owl.)
Updated July 2015 to support current series.
Erotic Purpose
“Vesta” is intended as a psychologically plausible SciFi world in which male chastity and disempowerment are givens, so that ostensibly vanilla people can have different flavors of Femdom adventures. Most visitors to the planet will have a fairly straightforward and vanilla experience. The erotic stories merely concentrate on the (un)fortunate people who do have “adventures”.
If you like, think of the place as one huge Milgram Experiment.
Design Specifications
Institutions, customs and laws are never about the boy- Vesta belongs to women. Any Femdom is a by-product of female practical and aesthetic desires and needs. Most women don’t go the extra mile to create fetish action – they don’t need to. Women come to Vesta for a variety of reasons, but rarely because they are Dommes.
- This is vital in order to support the psychological realism.
- Too much technology or exoticism makes it hard to identify with the characters or situations.
- The setting in the alien-administered Adult Zone ensures that technology is limited and inconsistent.
- For story reasons, male chastity is a given. The most you can hope for is that the tip of your cup opens, enabling you to masturbate. All cups are flesh toned to match the skin of the man, but have a sligth masculine bulge.
- This is fantasy after all. However, the technology ensures this.
- Vesta is home to many different cultures.
- This is the far future. Once they hit early middle age, people live a very long time.
Background to the setting: The Adult Zone
Vesta is orbits a star in the Adult Zone. This is a region of the galaxy on the fringe of a civilization of inscrutable Aliens. Perhaps as an experiment, perhaps as a buffer zone or an attempt at social engineering, the Aliens have invited humans to found civilizations on terra-formed worlds in the zone, with the proviso that there will be no children. (Hence the name).
Technology
Aliens place severe limits on technology within the zone, except in the areas of Law Enforcement, Medicine, Space Transport. There's slightly more leeway for Agriculture, Transport and Construction. So expect aircars, construction machines and harvesters with female operators.
Even so, the experience on any of the planets is primitive compared to the rest of the human galaxy.
Assigning land rights
The aliens control the apportion of land on these Adult Worlds, however anybody with enough people an resources can apply to set up a state as long as it fits the planet’s general theme. If approved, the Aliens provide technology to support the desired culture, e.g. cups and rings for Vesta.
Cultural place in the Galaxy
The Adult Zone acts as a sink for humanity’s misfits and idealists. The worlds range from the grim and murderous to the utopian, e.g. a gladiatorial world, several gay worlds, more primitivist worlds, ones set up to be explicitly BDSM and so on.
Vesta fits into the utopian/idealist end of the spectrum.
Minerva and Femtopia and other settlements
The state of Minerva was settled by utopian Femnists who thought if gender wasn’t a social construct, then it damn well should be. They decided to set up a civilization in which everybody could be penetrated, but in which nobody had a penis. To this end the Aliens supplied chastity cups and violence inhibitors, and provided rather good hi-tech feeldoes.
In order to bump up the male numbers, the rich philanthropists behind Minerva threw money at the Minverva State University, bought in the best female teachers, and offered cheap education to males in the hope that some of them would stay.
There are two male castes in Minerva:
- Student - skin-toned permanently closed chastity cups with prostate inhibitor. Few civil rights.
- Citizen - skin-toned permanently closed chastity cups with no prostate inhibitor. Equal rights with female citizens, but no vote.
The prostate inhibitor simply detects pain and applies an electrical shock to the penis. It's theoretically possible for penetration to still lead to ejaculation, but the process would be very painful and not something you'd do yourself.
In addition, the campus has strict rules banning all sex toys.
Initial Success
The University proved surprisingly popular with young men, not least because doing a tour on Vesta implied learning to be a good lover.
Initially, most of the residents were transient students, while most of the actual permanent citizens settled into Lesbian relationships. There are a small number of male gay relationships,
Breakaway State: Femtopia
However, some women found it was hard to persuade the men they loved to stay. Some felt that the closed cup policy was too draconian and did not give them enough leverage, or didn’t like penetrating men. And others believed that women were naturally superior, and wanted a more stratified society.
Together they formed an alliance and applied to set up the State of Femtopia just across the Straits of Juno on the next-door continent...
Femtopia (The Free Territories of the Feminist Sexual Utopia) is modelled on pre-modern patriarchal cultures, but reversed.
Caste System
Femtopia imposes a caste system on men, intended to nudge them into permanent relationships:
Summary of Femtopia Male Castes
Caste (rank)
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Cup
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Collar
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Obeys
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Job
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Notes
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Free Neuter (1)
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Closed, Full
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Smoked Glass
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No
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Yes
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Intended for visitors and contractors, but also adopted by guest workers.
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Thrall (2)
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Opens, Full, Program-able
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Gold
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Yes
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Yes
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When a woman owns one bondsman, he becomes a thrall.
Analogue of 1950s housewife. Obeys any direct simple orders from the mistress. She can adjust the settings on his cup, e.g. close it for a set time, has a mute button. Post orgasmic, she can open the cup enough to expose the tip of the penis.
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Bondsman (2)
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Opens outside service hours, Full
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Lipstick Red
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During service hours
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No
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When a woman owns two or more thralls, they become bondsmen.
Owes 8 hours service to his owner. Has no money of his own and may not be employed except by owner. The intention is that he should find a Mistress who will buy him out. Any post orgasmic woman can open the tip of his cup.
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Neuter (3)
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Closed, Tight
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Bronze Look
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Yes
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No
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A slave. The tight cup forces the testicles to “tuck” and covers the pubic triangle, giving a hairless neutered look. Obeys any direct simple orders from the mistress. Reputed continued state of arousal puts them outside their mistress’ social sphere.
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Mute (4)
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Closed, Tight
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Iron Look
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Yes
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No
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As Neuter, except mute.
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Caste Movement
A male can sub-vocalize a key word. 24 hours later, he responds to a confirmation message and the police come to pick him up and transfer him to named resident, or to the auction house. The ex-owner receives no compensation.
Neuter and Mute were originally intended as “rock bottom”. All cups are flesh toned.
Movement
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Cost to slave
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Mode
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Limitations
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Owner Compensated
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Promotion
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Resets current tour + original tour
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To named female resident (not immediately previous owner), unless promoting to Free Neuter.
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No waiting
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No
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Sideways
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Resets tour
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Compulsory sale via Auction, owner can’t bid.
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3 months + 3 months wait for every previous Sideways Move.
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Sale price –fee.
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Demotion
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None.
(But if you demote from Free Neuter, you can bank the money offworld)
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To named female resident (not immediately previous owner).
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1 month wait
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No
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Example: Peter signs up for a 1 year tour as a Free Neuter. However, he’s not quite good looking enough to find well paid work. After a month, he sells himself as a Bondsman to a coffee shop owner. He flirts with the customers, especially the beautiful Lydia and the slightly aggressive Freya. With 8 months to go,Freya buys him as her thrall, (making the proprietor happy). However, Freya expects him to continue to work in the coffee shop for money, and to maintain a high-standard of housekeeping, and begins to mistreat him, withdrawing orgasm.With 5 months to go, he has the following options:
- Promote to Free Neuter - This will reset his tour, and add another year to it, meaning he will have 24 months to serve.
- Move Sideways – This will reset his tour, giving him 12 months to serve.
- Demote to Neuter – Only 5 months to go, but no chance of an orgasm.
He’s so desperate for an orgasm that he opts for sideways, which merely resets his tour.However, he’s bought by a cleaning company. After 1 month, the hard work and constant beatings, and little chance to socialise and thus get off, make the role unbearable. Rather than wait 6 months before he can go for auction (since this will be his second move), he can either promote to Free Neuter and have 24 months to serve, or Demote to Neuter and have 11. He has little choice but give himself to a Lydia from his coffee shop days. She’s flattered but can’t afford to keep him. After a night of passion, she auctions him off.A vengeful Freya happens to be at the auction, buys him and makes his life a living hell. Worse, she begins to force him to have anal sex. Since the possible consequences include both demotion and an extended time, he cannot afford to stick around. He demotes to Mute and opts to be auctioned – at least that way his new owner will be able to afford him.Niki, a cabaret performer, buys him, and he looks forward to 10 months serving a fascinating woman. Unfortunately, befuddled by his pent up sexuality, he falls in love with her and promotes himself to her thrall.From Mute to Neuter resets his tour, and adds the original time, taking him to 24 months. Neuter to Thrall adds the original time again, taking him to 36 months.Niki is furious, and feels violated by his presumption and expression of love. She beats him and mistreats him. Thanks to his earlier compulsory sales, he still has a 6 month wait if he wants to move sideways. Unable to face any sort of slavery, he promotes again to Free Neuter – taking him to a 4 year tour – and begins a relationship with Lydia.Unfortunately, after a year, Lydia’s career takes her off world. If he comes with her, his tour will be suspended, but the cup will remain closed. What’s more important to him? Love or the possibility of an orgasm…?
Consequences of Anal Sex
Though anal sex is encouraged in Minerva, in Femtopia it carries risks to the male. Several days after having an anally caused orgasm, there’s a 5% chance of Consequences. These are not fully known, and seem to change from time to time, but include: demerit; demotion and ownership or loss of ownership by the penetrator; significant time penalty; and bonding – only the penetrator can now pleasure the male anally. For Free Neuters, the Consequences are always initially bonding. Consequences can permanently change the status of visiting tourists.
Who comes to Femtopia
Of course, the parts of Femtopia nearest Minerva quickly came to resemble Girls Gone Wild on Spring Break. The tourism means that men are offered big bucks to do a tour as a Bondsman, and can also earn good money as a Free Neuter.
For more on Minerva and Femtopia, see below.
Other states
In time, Femtopia spawned other less well funded colonies which attract fewer males, these include:
- Amazonia - Female supremacist. All men are closed-cup slaves with few social or legal rights, and a mute button. This gets a steady trickle of volunteers, but can’t really compete with the real Femdom worlds in the Adult Zone. Most “Amazons” are Lesbians, which is less fun than it sounds.
- Neutralia - Apart from voting rights, men and women are equal. All resident men have cups that expose the very tip of their penises, essentially giving them a clitoris. Popular with gender benders. For everybody else, a very disorientating place to visit.
Other terraformed moons and worlds exist, most with Standard Gravity in the settled areas. All have the same basic conditions, but vary in theme, for example the neo-primitivist jungle world of Flesh.
Culture and Conditions
Fashion, gender relations and whether washrooms and showers are unisex tends to reflect the host culture and individual preferences.
Thanks to the limits on technology, day-to-day life is much like ours. However, most people are used to the high standards maintained by the AIs and droids back home, so initially find the place a bit shabby. Kept Men, Neuters and Mutes have to work very hard indeed to meet what their mistress regards as reasonable standards.
Immigration and Emigration
On arriving at the “Big O” orbital station, men are fitted with cup appropriate to their destination and caste, and women with a ring that enforces infertility and has various powers depending on the location.
Male tourists and visitors, e.g. spacers on shore leave, are always closed cup Free Neuters, but do not have a set tour. However, visas have a time limit. If you overstay, you automatically start a one year tour.
All men resident for more than a month must sign up for a tour, minimum of one year. A Free Neuter, and any other man with permission, has the option to leave at any time, but his cup remains active and closed. He must return and complete the tour before it can be removed. (Being alien technology, nobody even understands how the cups work.)
The rings deactivate on leaving Vesta.
Main vanilla reasons for male immigration are:
- Cheap education
- Money earned as Free Neuter, or by selling yourself into the Bondsman caste
- Gigolo kudos (if you’ve done a tour on Vesta, girls assume you’re good in bed).
- To accompany a female partner
Main reasons for female immigration:
- Career – Vesta pays well.
- Issues with sexuality
- To have a break from men
- Fun
Men coming to Vesta looking for “traditional” fetish-style Femdom are usually disappointed. The focus is rarely on them, and day to day life usually resolves around service, not sexuality.
Minerva and Femtopia – erotic tensions
Most of the Chastity Planet stories happen between Minerva and Femtopia.
Atmosphere
New Athens like the rest of Minverva, is a mostly sedate university town with stone and brick buildings and retro architecture. There are pubs and clubs, but they close at midnight, and reasonable decorum is enforced.
The part of Femtopia with the best beaches is within easy commute from New Athens, but is under the shuttle path to the Space Port, meaning the property prices are low. So, though most of this area is therefore a sprawling strip development of clubs and pleasure beaches, it also includes the residences of those who prefer to live in Femtopia and commute to Minerva for study or work.
The inland settlements of Femtopia have a bohemian feel. The stunning landscape draws artists and poets, and eco-tourists.
Commuters and internal tourists
Kept Men can travel to Minerva as long as they have their mistress’s permission, so it’s quite common for student couples to shack up here and commute back (the males are closed-cup when in Minerva but maintain the same collar colour).
Similarly, the less well paid staff, or poorer female students, may well prefer to rent a house in Femtopia rather than share an apartment in Minerva. This is especially true of artists and musicians, who need space.
The beach area, of course, is very much girls gone wild. Parties of students come over on the rampage every weekend, and every vacation. Not all the makes make it back to class…
Public Image
Minerva portrays itself as a sedate, safe place. Whenever the topic of Femtopia comes up, the response is to dismiss the place as a a bit of an embarrassment but not ultimately significant - like Sun City in apartheid South Africa, or Vegas in the US.
Consequently, Minerva is the destination of choice for lady students from very conservative worlds, some of whom arrive with their own chaperons. Of course, there's a certain amount of collusion and self deception on the part of the parents.
Femtopia is careful to present a "safe girls night out" image, and not to dwell on the readily available sex- think contemporary Jamaica or Ibitha. Even so, few people would want the place on their CV.
Various inland resorts exist that portray themselves as Minvervan-style enclaves. The food and wine gives ladies of a certain age a good excuse to visit.
Stories
Almost any kind of femdom or chastity story is possible, ranging from the sweet romance through to the full blown revenge tale of a psycho ex girlfriend who tracks the hero down to Vesta.
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