I underrate my Femdom Super Powers

This morning in my inbox, I had one of those muddled, confusing and vague emails I sometimes receive form the boys. Potential subs can get a bit hot under the collar when watching myse website and what the hell, it;s very hot out there anyway. It didn’t help.  I didn’t understand, among all the exuberant, florid grovelling and cyber-genuflexing thta he used to express the simplest concepts, if he was enquiring about the Slutathon, or about a private session with me. So I pointed at this and asked him what it was that he wanted. Mistresses are one step from being mind readers, but still, not fully blown clairvoyants of men’s desires.

He replied immediately:

“My sincerest apologies Ms Tytania. After browsing your website and admiring (with the utmost respect, of course) your images, I quite lost the capacity for clear expression.”

Damn. How could I forget my Dominant! Supah! Powaz! that turn men’s brains into jelly, their will into that of a 5 month old baby? I seriously underrate myself sometimes!

So that got me thinking. Yestrday, I followed with dismayed interest and frustration David Cameron’s proposal to ban all depictions of simulated rape in porn. Like many others who ahve already tweeted, facebooked and blogged profusely over the last two days, i feel the measure is cosmetic and menat to apepase a Daily Mail scaremongering that would make the late Mary Whithouse proud. I ranted on the interwebz and tweeted too. I also helped Backlash spread the news and curry favour.

To no avail.

So after receiving that email this morning form a besotted admirer, I had to bang my head against the wall at my own stupidity:  why, oh why, didn’t I think of flying to Westminster in my rubber cape yesterday morning, to stand in front of David Cameron as he was about to deliver his speech on the porn ban? Dressed in full alter in the scorching heat, in knee high stiletto boots. A fierce, defiant, anti-censorship crusader. And asked our Prime Minister to desist in his plans to monitor the internet and to censor consensual adults. To stop telling their what kind of sex they can or cannot have, and forget that the first “filter” when monitoring children’s usage of the internet starts with their parents, not a totalitarian state.

 

David cameron is, after all, a man. He’d no doubt have turned into a confused brain mush at the sight of my tight, shiny, rubber self, and changed his mind. Or maybe just agree with me with some compliant, drooling babbling.

I’ll say it again: I underrate myself.

Bugger. I could have saved the world. I have the powah! I need to start channelling it for the great good!

“Now your evil plans for world de-pornification of the web are foiled, Mr C!”

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