The Penis and Female Domination

It is a truism of ‘Femdom’ psychology that a man is often little more than an extension or attachment of a phallus. That a man’s penis is his primary governor.

I have to – with limitations – demur.

Scrutinizing my younger self there’s no denying that young Richard was often happy to find a comely receptacle. Despite prudish cultural norms to be otherwise is apt to be unhealthy.

Think of it from the vantage of evolutionary psychology: if early man hadn’t been driven to orgasm none of us might be here. Luckily for us our ancestors had a powerful drive to procreate( - though one must wonder who was the first masturbator - ) .

You point out that we are far removed from the primeval swamp. I used to fall for that fallacy. The neurological hardwiring and biochemistry still directs us. Too much religious history is filled with attempts to deny this. Hence the professional chaste classes like priests. And we know where that often sadly led.

Now you may be wondering – should you be a proponent of the view that a male is mostly penis directed – if I haven’t vindicated you.

Not really.

It would be foolish to deny the bodily hunger for sex (for either gender) as it would be for food.

But given one foot forever in biological prehistory the other stands firmly in fleeting, forever advancing modernity. Past and present commingle forever preventing these things to be so neatly decided.

I’ve confessed my own young lust. There was also my young love. How badly I wanted lovers to resolve into The Beloved.

Now I ask you:

Which consumed more of your time? Searching for sex or searching for romance?

Which consumed more time, gave you more anguish and confusion? Lust or the search for one to hold apart from all others?

If you were just a creature enslaved by your hormones then you this page isn’t for you.

Oh, how badly I wanted to love and be loved. So often willing to risk and lose my peace of mind. How much time wasted recovering from a wounded heart.

Despite the creepy men on the internet and the stereotypes of popular culture I don’t think I’m that rare a man. I’ve known too many similarly afflicted men: looking for commitment, wanting only one.

Thinking of a man as merely a rutting beast is ungenerous.

You must really know this. You wouldn’t be waiting for a man to worship you (or the men for a woman to worship).

Not that I’m knocking chastity. Having your penis locked up is a very intimate form of surrender. And rewarding. To have your possibly dormant sexuality reanimated. Or your sense of submission deepened by this small prison.

Many men are more tender than they are depicted in the mythology of female domination.