Total Femdom
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Total Femdom
M. J. Rennie’s sizzling collection of short stories TOTAL FEMDOM pays homage to dominant women in relationships ranging from the fantastic to the familiar. Our sexy take-charge heroines flaunt their feminine powers in settings as varied as a post-apocalyptic nightmare world to the fringes of outer space, with sedate suburban neighborhoods supplying most of the locations in between.
TWO TIMES PAY features an attractive woman and her male partner, who work hard throughout the week, reserving their evenings and weekends for gaming, drinking, and Feminine Dominant sex.
DWEEB WITH A BRIGHT FUTURE tells of a nerdy young man with little knowledge of the opposite sex who meets a young woman with decidedly advanced ideas.
In CARTOON UNIVERSE, an aging scientist remembers the thousands of times he has submitted to his sexually provocative wife, recalling why their encounters never cease to thrill him.
Title tale TOTAL FEMDOM tells of a Feminist cult that takes a professional seducer in hand after his most recent conquest, putting him at the mercy of the woman he intended to rob!
These stories and many more demonstrate why M. J. Rennie is among our most accomplished authors in the Femdom genre.
ADULTS ONLY. Retro cover art by Rebecca.
Femdom Fundamentals
By M. J. Rennie
A person I know well wonders why a
writer of my eloquence would bother producing stories intended to appeal to a
highly restricted audience. Why write erotica,
particularly Femdom erotica, when the
readership for it is microscopic, the relationship is scorned, and most works
in the genre are the products of negligible skill?
I answer
the question by pointing out that power and sex are central in human
imaginations, and I can’t conceive of any subject for literary expression more
worthy than the nexus of power and sex.
An
American Secretary of State, Henry Kissinger, once called power “the greatest
aphrodisiac.” Not many people who have wielded power over others would
disagree. The reason why sex and power are synonymous in the human mind is
probably because of the fact that we are descended from reptiles, and lobes which mediate physical dominance and
sexual arousal are inextricably intertwined in the most primitive part of our
brains.
This
is the region known as the R-complex.
It is also the oldest organ of the brain in evolutionary terms, labeled by
anatomists as the basal ganglia. It
appears to be the locus of instinctual drives like aggression, dominance,
ritual display, and territoriality. As mammals, we share these structures with
reptiles and raptors, hence the term “R-complex.”
When
humans are involved in public activities known to titillate the R-complex, it
usually means that we are doing something like standing for the national
anthem, attending a football game, or shooing a neighbor’s cat from our yard.
If we boil R-complex behavior down to its essence, we learn that human beings are
programmed to submit to imposing, aggressive males, as do our primate cousins
and ancestors. That was originally The Natural
Order.
However,
once human beings ate fruit from the Tree
of Knowledge of Good and Evil, sexuality, like our morality, underwent an
abrupt transformation. Notions of dominance and submission were correspondingly
expanded, and not always predictably. The phenomenon of Femdom emerged as a consequence of that expansion.
In
other words, our natural inclination to submit to a large, aggressive male could
now be sexually sublimated, converted
into submission to a smaller, physically weaker female, but one equipped with
an indomitable will.
Cleopatra,
Queen Victoria, Catherine The Great, Mata Hari, Carrie Nation, and even Hillary
Rodham Clinton step up as examples of such females.
With
this in mind, as a writer, the idea of the dominant male is so usual.
All my life I’ve lived in a male-dominated society, and my impression of it is
as follows:
The
mass of men are a bunch of um, not-nice guys.
I
could identify some outstanding examples but there are too many in an all-out
competition for highest honors. Virtually every existing history book is a
compendium of the activities of alpha male misdeeds.
The
truly dominant male is an oppressive presence, and escaping from his tyranny is to vote out,
depose, divorce, or kill him. As you might expect, dominant males invariably
sow the seeds of their own richly deserved destruction.
Look
around.
The
history of our species up to this point is obvious: It chronicles the rise and
fall of dominant males, which is likewise an account of how the tyrants lived
among us and the suffering they initiated. Their malignant energies, as revealed
by two World Wars in the Twentieth Century,
are jaw-droppingly awesome.
Were
I to venture a criticism of modern Feminism, it’s that it sometimes seems to be
about making women more like men instead of the other way around. I believe
this to be a basic error in third wave feminism.
Dominant
women, with a few notable exceptions, such as those I’ve listed above, present a
contrast. On the whole, their ambitions are smaller, confined to more
reasonable realms such as husbands, homes, their immediate family, a workplace
or neighborhood.
This
is where dominant women sensibly separate from their megalomaniac alpha male
counterparts. In the course of a relatively (brief) human lifetime, how many
people can you enjoyably boss around, one on one, in person?
Not
very many. Therefore, the story of the Dominant
Woman, with her more conservative goals, is necessarily the story of one
relationship, or of a few relationships. As a consequence, it is insightful in
ways that the story of a king, pirate, dictator, president, general, mogul,
gangster, or captain of industry is not. The dominant woman’s story is
intimate, sensuous, emotional, and often extremely erotic.
I
find dominant women endlessly fascinating to write about. From my first
character to my last, dominant women have provided me with rich fictional fodder.
In fiction as in life, I pull for the underdog, not the overlord, particularly
if the underdog possesses two X chromosomes, a luscious figure, and projects a
smoldering sexuality.
Most
works of Maledom authors disinterest me. The screeds of E. L. James I find
particularly shopworn, poorly written, and tediously dull. Besides my own
stories, I’ve admired stories by modern Femdom authors G. F. Green, Tammy Jo
Eckhart, Rose Thornwell, Donna Lynn White, and a sprinkling of others.
To
me, “hard” Femdom, featuring torture and brutality, is as unrealistic as it is
unappetizing. It is actually Maledom but with women masquerading as men.
Real women don’t do that.
Something
else I enjoy in my fiction is setting stories in economically depressed or authoritarian
environments. The reason is because that is how the world often appears to me.
Joyous private sexuality in a repressive system is an act of rebellion that
leavens the oppression. If not for secret sex, life in such autocracies would be
unendurable.
It also
happens that the Femdom fiction I write is part of a literary tradition,
although a relatively new one. I date the advent of Femdom fiction to 1870,
with the publication of Leopold Sacher-Masoch’s classic Venus In Furs.
An
excerpt:
And when she left the bath,
and the silvery drops and the roseate light rippled down her body, I was seized
with a sudden rapture. I wrapped the soft linen sheets around her, drying her
glorious body. The calm bliss remained with me, even now, when one foot was
upon me as upon a footstool, while she rested upon the sofa cushions in her
large velvet cloak.
The lithe sables nestled
desirously against her cold, marble-like body. Her left arm upon which she
supported herself lay like a sleeping swan in the dark fur of the sleeve, while
her left hand played carelessly with the whip.
Here
we have the quintessential elements of a classic Femdom relationship distilled
into a couple of paragraphs. It is no accident that our Leopold is the man
after whom the psychological condition now known as “Masochism” was originally
invented.
Partly
because of their newness, Femdom stories in the history of world literature are
not extensive. Nor is it my intent to conduct a wide-ranging survey. But it is
intriguing to consider some of the genre’s most “seminal” works.
After
Leopold Sacher-Masoch’s novel appeared, some similar volumes followed. Subdued
versions of dominant women stories pop up here and there, such as ones about a
domineering wife or mother-in-law, but the erotic aspects of these
relationships are rarely overtly explored.
A
weaker Femdom entry was anonymously published in 1893, entitled Gynecocracy. This novel includes females
as well as males as submissive parties. Gynecocracy,
despite its numerous Femdom features, such as cross-dressing and psychological
manipulation, is a flagellation story
rather than a Femdom story. However, unlike Venus
in Furs, it is superbly well written, the characters are sharply drawn, and
its effects are uniformly erotic.
The
most brilliant novel in the entire Femdom genre is the 1960 masterpiece, The English Governess, written under a
pseudonym by a renowned Canadian poet, John Glassco. This outstanding erotic
work, which retains every bit of its peculiar power today, is an incredibly
well-crafted Femdom tour de force.
The
novel tells of a compulsively masturbating boy who is commended to the care of
Harriet Marwood, a forbidding yet curiously affectionate governess. It has, as
all romances must, a happy ending. It remains at this writing the greatest of
all Femdom novels.
If
nothing else, these works and others did eventually establish Femdom as a legitimate
entry in the pantheon of Western erotic literature.
During
the Twentieth Century, there was a noticeable decline in even this modest
output of worthwhile Femdom fiction. Apparently, times coinciding with the rise
of male-dominated totalitarian regimes are incompatible with the flowering of
literary modes that celebrate intimate and self-expressive life, disdain
masculine authority, and seek to be intrinsically romantic and erotic.
Not
until the 1960s, when there was a semblance of, if not world peace, at least
not world war, and a loosening of social strictures, did the practitioners of
erotica (including Femdom) return to their literary labors with new energy.
Since
then, the advent of the internet in the 1990s and the proliferation of ebooks
has further spurred development and acceptance of this misunderstood genre. We
are in a new era, a new age, a new time. Leo’s vivacious feminine genie is finally
out of the big, blue bottle.
Where
does that leave us? On the upside of Femdom, I think. It is an axiom of the
finest Femdom fiction that the submissive male is usually better endowed,
better adjusted, stronger, and in the long run, more sexually successful than
his dominant male brethren. And, as you might expect, the preferred sex act of the
submissive male is not intercourse, but cunnilingus.
The
man who goes down willingly and joyously on the woman he loves is one who will eventually
get more sexual opportunities. In this world, therefore, it’s a reproductive
strategy not to be despised.
There
you have it, fellas. Go ahead. Let her be the boss in bed and out. Once in a
while, you’ll have to put your foot down, but it’ll be rare. Chances are,
you’ll be rewarded with a lifetime of loving intimacy, emotional satisfaction,
and more than your share of truly electrifying orgasms.
The End