Mailbag: A Journey Beyond

October 17th, 2014

 

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Dear Ms. Saharah Eve:

I have been following your website now for several months and I wanted to let you know how impressed I am with it. I spoke with you once on Niteflirt but a lot of background noise made it impossible to speak with discretion. I really appreciate your patience with me. This is probably going to sound weird this day and age but as a submissive male I have been finding it very hard to find Women online who do this in real life. I’ve been promised real time meetings after having spent considerable time trying to vet myself to on-line Dominas and professionals. I’m sorry if that offends with consideration to your female supremacist views but it’s a reality I have had to admit to. Women like yourself are not easy to find. I am getting weary of dealing with Dominas playing the part to make money and leading you on to believe you can one day become something more than a internet sub. I don’t have a problem with this per se, but I want something real. They turn out to be online dominants only and I am afraid it is making me bitter and cynical about the whole thing. I truly believe in a female led relationship. Being under the control of a Woman who likes in being a leader and leading Her man to be a better person must have led me to search for this.

I hate feeling like this, but I feel like getting acquainted with yet another woman who seems to understand submissive males will only result in more disappointment. How do I stop this from happening to me? Am I doing something wrong? Am I looking in the wrong places?

Frustrated and confused,
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For some time now I’ve seen something peculiar that has been lurking around the pop culture of female dominance—something that appears to be growing as the mainstream accepted fetish play du jour and the adult industry catches up in service to it.  That “thing” is the tendency in businesses to capitalize, simply, on what’s desirable.  I see it in every area of the market today from fashion design to big tech.  If a celebrity wears something flashy it’s not long before everyone has to have it, too. When Apple comes out with a slick new desktop model or phone design, many computer companies attempt to emulate the look. Following what’s hot and trendy is effective in getting attention and then success—however short-lived that success may be.  It’s always been like that: where there are a few originators, there are many, many more wagon jumpers who say, “me too!”  They mimic and emulate.

And I find it’s no different in the world of Female dominance or “Femdom,” sorry to say, and that’s a bit of an understatement. Even writing the word “Femdom” feels…weird to Me, not because of the literal contraction it represents but rather the consumable caricature unto itself that it has become and the confusion it creates.  This is My opinion and I don’t intend to offend anyone.  I see Women on the internet dressed up in fetish Mistress attire, domestic teacher clothing, studded leather, etc., but how does a man such as you decipher whether it’s merely a role? Does it really represent styles of choice, or is it simply a temporary necessity?  I’m recognizing that there is a lot of performance art and top-service fantasy play bound up in the phrase “Femdom.” So much that’s about all the phrase represents now, sadly. And add to that the commercial efforts of sex workers, cam college Girls, internet Princesses, Pro-Dominatrices, etc., who play a Femdom to make a little extra money off to the side for college, etc., and you can see how hard it can be for the average male, who is looking for something beyond the temporary, to sift through.  And just to make this a little more confusing, this is not to say that I think a Woman who capitalizes on male interest is, by default, a sham.  It is instead to say that a man looking for a dyed-in-the-wool potential Mistress has to be able to observe Her closely and consider Her message and Her true character first before devoting his time and energy into Her.  Observation skills have to be on point, for the ability to beguile is getting easier with modern technology in this connected world of cut and paste plagiarism and casual intellectual property theft.  Anyone can build a blog in minutes, open up a social networking account here and there, post a few hot selfies, and presto: a newly minted Princess, Mistress, Domme, Humiliatrix, Goddess, etc. is born.

I realize that it’s a fact of nature beauty does interesting things to men from middle school and up and Women tend to know this. When a man sees a Woman he thinks is beautiful, he is projecting himself unto her, where he can immediately build her up in his mind without knowing much about Her. Many guys skip past the bios and go right for the galleries once the word “Mistress” is appended before a Woman’s stage name. Many men use the potential of a Woman’s body to serve their own fetishes as a basis for wanting to “serve” Her. For these men the fantasy-play is where their submission begins and ends.

But what about a man who wants to deeply consider the message of each Woman and approach only those who appear to have the taste and understanding necessary to truly enslave him?  The “culture” of fetish has become a commercial land where easily beguiled prey are constantly reinforcing the dysfunction of the market they support.  In such a realm, there is no intention of bringing slavery to any tangible level of reality: it’s a continuum of fantasy and hedonistic transactions and, sadly, little more than that.

From countless conversations with men seeking dominance beyond play, I can see how this creates a hoard of cynical and dispossessed men.  Their cynicism often becomes a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, too: the more jaded they become to the notion of serving a Woman the more rigidly self-defeating their prospects of finding the real deal becomes.  It permeates their judgment and colors the way they see any Woman who holds a whip or calls Herself a Mistress.

Some probably glance at My online presence and its imagery and they assume they know what they’re seeing based upon everything else they’ve seen before. They may focus on how I benefit materially from My sensual nature and penchant for owning men, even engaging in some fetish activities with them, but if an observer would look a little further into Me he will find a stark dissonance between what I do compared to the per-hour commercial venture of a cam college Girl or Pro Domina.  Talk to many professional Dominas and I’m sure one can quickly realize that many of them (but to be fair, not all) consider what they do as strictly a business, and a business often kept neatly away from the rest of their lives, at that. The Women are certainly skillful and beautiful. Their photos are alluring and ads are glossy.  The things they say are calculatingly “on” for the clientele they seek to attract.  But to the man seeking something more, asking how many actually live this way of life after the sessions are over or the camera stops rolling is a question worth asking. It’s a deceptively simple question to ask. At first, the bar set with this question seems easy enough to reach.  “Well, I happen to be a personal friend of Mistress so-and-so and I know she has slaves in real life.” one might answer.

Yes, yes. Ho hum. But really…how many are actually doing this in real life, 24/7? How many have s-l-a-v-e-s? Such questions matter to the more serious seekers looking to embrace the realities of slavery beyond temporary escapism and role play.

This question has more than one dialectological onionskin to patiently peel away. It seems there’s often a strange sort of sub-culturally reinforced wink and nod that’s shared among those supposedly in the know, but it’s really a mirror house of semantics one steps into when he asks that pure question with the hope of a pure answer. The docile, prurient hubby of that Mistress So-and-So who accompanies Her to fetish events in matching latex does not, by definition, make him a slave by any stretch of the imagination, nor does the weekender she has off to the side who has a “house cleaning fetish” and later likes to be strung up naked and pelted with tomatoes in the back yard—though many would ignorantly consider him a “slave,” too. The simple truth is that 999 times out of 1000, these men aren’t slaves, and if you listen to their personal philosophies where slavery is concerned (if they are so kind enough to share them), this becomes apparent enough through their own words. The depth of their understandings, of how far they take the concepts of slavery and apply them with any dash of seriousness in their own lives might as well amount to theory stitched in intellectual silly string. It is, more often than not, an adult game at play and the popular imagery we associate with it is in service to the fantasies that fuel them. Saying this too loudly might ruffle feathers, but what is true isn’t always easy for people to accept and I won’t apologize for speaking the truth.

And lest there be any doubt, I don’t have any problem with casual D/s; I can appreciate the fulfillment it provides. Neither do I have a problem with internet Princesses, FinDoms, Pro Dominas, etc. I give professionals, both on-line and real-time, every bit of respect they deserve. What I do have an issue with is the mingling of terms: how uncool it has become to refer to oneself as a submissive rather than a slave, when submissive or even “bottom” would be far more accurate.  Blurred lines only serve to confuse those seeking slavery.  The same goes for some Professionals, too: it has become uncool to admit you’re into service topping males and that you charge a fee for it.  The hypnotic assertions and truisms that justify the role playing sound so good to a great many people who like erotic games, but this allows a vast number of men (and Women) to coast unthinkingly along. Slavery isn’t a big deal, right? It’s just a part-time gig at a dungeon or a thing I do on the weekends.  I mean, slavery isn’t actual slavery, right? Think again.  Consensual slavery is the biggest form of human commitment there is and a Saturday night out in hot fetish regalia does not put you any closer to embracing reality than furries do in dressing up as horses and lions at other kin conventions.

So perhaps I’m preaching to the choir and you may understand all of that. Your prevailing question may simply be how to spot the bologna more easily. To this, I can offer the following advice to those like you who are searching for something a little more than fantasy role-playing.

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  1. Pay attention to Her philosophies and how serious it appears She takes this way of life. Claims of doing this in real life, of having “personal slaves” have to extend beyond fanciful social media blurbs and pouting selfies with likely boyfriends.  Is She intellectually engaged in being who and what She is?  Is there apparent evidence of this? Do Her online presentations feel less like reflections of the human soul and more like a storefront capitalizing on all the usual trappings? If so, proceed with a great deal of caution: all there may be there is a sensual ghost with one crumby and ultimately singular objective: to take your money.

 

  1. Watch for plagiarism and the viral patterns of intellectual property theft we often see in Femdom Land. I’m not one to speak up often about this, as it does feel a bit like I’m tooting My own horn, but I do see some Women borrowing heavily from Me at times.   That alone isn’t something I take offense to, but when it’s clear they or adult companies are just capitalizing on the things they “picked up” from Me and the imagery I present here, it does tend to be a little disappointing.   My interest has always been to inspire imagination and desire in authentic Female dominance and authentic male submission, not create a visual playbook for posing on either side of the fence.   Sellouts borrow liberally from the lives of authentic Mistresses to camouflage themselves and their true intents. Learn how to decipher them.  Study the images they present to the world and the language they use.  Does it seem authentic or does it seem borrowed?  Someone who can’t turn out a single original thought or idea from Her own head should be held suspect. So…ask questions. Have conversations. Test Her understanding of the very thing She claims to practice.

 

  1. I hope what I’ve written here helps you and men like you who seek a deeper level of D/s.  As a supplement to this post, I highly suggest you refer to an earlier article on this issue.   Good luck on your journey! :-D

(Original post:  2014/09/06)

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Wounded Warrior Project: Slaves contribute monthly to the betterment of society

October 11th, 2014

For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.”
― Sam Levenson

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“To ease another’s heartache is to forget one’s own.”
―  Abraham Lincoln

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The Inevitability of Polyandry in Female Supremacy Households

September 26th, 2014

(Excerpt of full article found inside the Private Journal)

(snip) It’s not that I have a problem with monogamy, mind you. To each their own, of course. For Me and other Mistresses, however, monogamy is an established institution of conformity that we refuse to have imposed upon us, as that would limit us. Men who come to us and profess a desire for slavery must inevitably accept this reality: As alpha Females, we will not be held bound to tacit courtship mores that has become common thinking and sometimes find their ways even into the thought processes of submissive men. We won’t allow you, our males, to think you somehow possess us, for we possess you. This isn’t about romantic foregone conclusions or notions of mutual fidelity. This isn’t about dating or the patriarchal institution of marriage. This is about slavery to Female Keepers in a Female-led household under the mantle of Female supremacy and all powers it gives Women within it. A relationship under such tenets is one that naturally and quite logically recognizes polyandry—that no male is exclusive or the possessor of the Female in any form, no matter how abstract. He is the possession and he, by nature of his commitment to Her, possesses nothing, save what the Mistress permits him to keep. She will openly display affection and attention upon one male or the next in Her circle and She does this with the comfort of knowing that Her males, serving from the true spirit of love, want for nothing but Her happiness and pleasure. Jealousy, while somewhat impossible to completely route out of the human animal, must remain a distant rumor to these men, nonetheless. Any instinct to possess Her and keep Her from other men is an enemy within, for She is not yours to claim; you are Her possession, in fact. Even if She grants you sexual access, this does not mean She won’t grant that same access to another. The practice of open and unapologetic polyandry is Female dominance incarnate, for it is the Female who is the gatekeeper of sex, and as such, She will rightfully exercise that choice in comfort.

That overt comfort is the ideal, at least, but sometimes not the reality. The problem that crops up now and then is that some men realize they can’t cope with the reality of serving Women like Me. Knowing who and what I am and knowing what slavery entails at least in theory, they make a bid to serve Me. Consumed with desire, they become romantically attached, and then before long develop jealousies over other males in My circle. Drawing inward, they lose sight of their original aim to serve Me and please Me and instead begin to view their relationship with Me through the lens of jealousy and possessiveness. Somewhere along the way, My steadfast would-be servant, once so light-footed and enthusiastic, grows a little dark, and before long, the original vision of slavery so earnestly pursued is lost in service to something else entirely: the subversive illusions male ego and jealousy.

These men, inevitably, fail in serving Me, for they cannot accept their place as one among others in a stable of slaves that I keep. They cannot accept that I may engage in sexual or emotional intimacy with other slaves and so they are either dismissed or eventually opt to dismiss themselves in any number of ways—some direct and some not so direct.

(More follows inside in the Private Journal)

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Multi-Useful Slaves

September 9th, 2014

There is the BowFlex, Ab Roller, Belly Burner, etc.—all neat gadgets, I’m sure— but I don’t need any of that stuff when I have My slave willing to take on inanimate forms of My choosing.  And My slave makes quite a lovely inanimate object indeed, such as a bench and stool to work out My gilded glutes.  I use My male expressly for this purpose when the mood suits Me, such as in this video-still I’ll be posting soon, where I’m working out on the beach.  Always sure to draw a crowd. :-)

 

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SaharahEve’s Slave Ethos

September 5th, 2014

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Delilah and Samson

August 15th, 2014

Obviously the point of keeping slaves for a Mistress is to be freed of all menial concerns and chores. This being said, there are some small domestic tasks I find enjoyable and I will make a point of taking into My hands. One of them is the shearing of a slave. I have to admit I get a special gratification out of this innocent ritual.  Am I unconsciously acting out the myth of Delilah and Samson? Maybe so. Although I don’t feel much affinity with the caricatured biblical temptress, we do share a similarity: My purpose in removing My slave’s hair is to enforce his enslavement. By depriving him of that individuality, I am effectively transforming him in such a way that he will hardly recognize himself when looking into a mirror, driving it home the hard way that his body is My exclusive property to do with as I wish.  When the slave sees himself so utterly modified that he knows he no longer relates to the face of the free person he once had.  What he sees instead is a depersonalized creature.  The poor beast is left with no other choice than to embrace his image of slavery—the shorn head—and do so with sincere gratitude.  I have no qualms admitting that I enjoy removing My slave’s hair as if I were peeling off any remnant of his former life.  The male that emerges from that chrysalis will undoubtedly prove to be totally subjected to My will, having no other hope than to serve Me and to remain in My good grace.  Have I not become all his life?

But unlike Delilah, when I shave off the hair of one of My males My intent is surely not to weaken him.  On the contrary: I am significantly empowering him.  By depriving him of this physical attribute of his personality I am doing more than simply performing the symbolic act of degrading him to his subservient status; I am also freeing him of all his fears, apprehensions and inhibitions.  Having lost everything—freedom, possessions, friends and relations—his unique and sacred ambition is to serve and please Me, his Owner.  This is My gift to My slave, this is the power I am instilling in him: having no concern for his own well being or safety he will obey My orders without even a second thought as nothing could ever matter more to him than satisfying My whims.  Such selflessness is tantamount to invincibility.  And I will accept nothing less from My slaves.

 

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On the Trendy Ghettoization of Female Dominance

July 30th, 2014

There is a particular pattern of communication I’ve grown accustomed to over the years while entertaining the letters sent to Me from men, and it happens much like clockwork: the seasons change and suddenly there are several new messages in My inbox inquiring about My availability for BDSM sessions. These questions, as familiar as they are, never cease to perplex Me. I have been writing for years how I do not offer sessions and how I do not charge an hourly rate, or see the exchange of dominance and submission between a Woman and a man as transactional, but no matter how well I write these sigils across My site to ward off the “pro mojo,” its acolytes show up, nonetheless, with hats in hands. I turn them away as nicely as I can, of course, but the magnitude at which men believe they can purchase time in My presence never fails to niggle at the back of My head a little. On one hand, I am flattered, I suppose, that some men would part with gobs of money just to be near Me. On the other hand, that is not where the deal ends as far as many men are concerned, unfortunately. Men who are willing to throw their money at a Woman to role play dominance come seeking a service, and in that vein, I am awestruck by their sense of entitlement, if not incomprehension.

To be clear, the service they seek is not My particular gripe. The practice of men paying to be flogged, feminized, humiliated, etc., is as old as the hills. The Dominatrix profession itself started from within brothels catering to the eccentric needs of men before it branched out into being a “thing” in and of itself in the contemporary age. Dominatrices today operate in a shadow world between sexual iconoclasm and fantasy-fulfillment—a perpetual gray area frequented by the prurient interests of fetishists, masochists, and sex tourists. This in and of itself is quite fine: I fully support Women choosing any path they wish. The path of the Dominatrix is certainly one worthy of respect. It fulfills a need in men to temporarily submit and it can even be thought of as a “gateway drug,” in that it encourages men to get their feet wet with submitting to Women whereafter they may choose to explore the world of the Alpha Female with more depth if they dare.  My gripe, as it turns out, is the association such men make between Me and the Pro Domina. While I certainly take no issue with Women who choose to pursue the arts of the Dominatrix, the schism between a Woman like Myself and the average Pro is, really, like night and day. No, I do not have a dungeon or a domestic-themed studio. No, I do not cater to your fetishes. No, I do not offer a service for payment. And no, I do not associate My dominance with fashion statements in leather or latex, the trend of which started with the “bizarre sex” underground in the sixties. You can certainly give Me your money if you’d like, but in My world, it is understood as a proxy for your devotion and desire to please, not a transactional fee paid for services rendered. In other words, having money offered up to Me is a frivolous matter compared to having one’s soul offered up to Me. It is the latter I find interest in, for in that all bounties of a man flows perpetually, not just the paper bills in his wallet for a finite moment.

So with the above in mind, I openly suggest to the world that is that there are, in fact, two types of Women who wield whips in this world. First, there are the Dominatrices, who are essentially sensation-service providers to the whims and desires of their adoring male clientele. It may appear as dominant on the surface, but careful observation often reveals otherwise. Careful observation, in fact, underscores the difference between the Dominatrix and the Mistress (“Mistress” as in “Keeper” of the House). The Dominatrix archetype is often seen as having overturned social convention in the realm in which they operate, of reversing the long-established roles between Women and men in making men obedient to Female authority. Authors, activists and enthusiasts of Femdom expound with much poetry and erudition on the exuberance of the dominant Female, and yet, for all this homage paid to Female dominance, there appears to be very little of it in authentic practice within the industry that is “Femdom.” What we have instead, unfortunately, is a commercial empire wherein a bit of a charade is being played out between fetishists and sex capitalists that rise to the occasion of the natural, sensual need in men. Dominant Women pursuing a  little capitalism, especially at the expense of male interest, is not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. What I call to light is the rampant service to male sexual fantasy simply to turn a dime that has become the Femdom modus operandi du jour, with little left over for love of the wholesome reality-based craft of Female dominance in and of itself. Beneath the shiny skin of latex and leather and beyond the garish spectacle of role play, one is eventually compelled to ask what heart truly beats for the Feminine Divine in all this consumable imagery? The reality is that for many, form is more cherished than essence and aesthetic more celebrated than authenticity in the practice of wielding “control” over men. The sensual thrill seeker client merely purchases Female sensuality and escapes, temporarily, into an ephemeral illusion of Her dominance—an illusion the Dominatrix gets paid to weave. But what if that dominance goes beyond the trappings of mere Femdom? What if the dominance of a Woman is integrated into real life, beyond the service-oriented performance art?

That is where Women like Myself come in. We do not measure out our time with men by the hour or offer our craft simply as a product in and of itself. While we are certainly inclined to profit from our power in one form or another, who and what we are, as a whole, is not determined by serving the sexuality of men, as we see with the typical Dominatrix. The Mistress makes male sexuality serve Her, and therein lies a crucial and fundamental difference. Where the Dominatrix is contained in a box made of rules dictated by the underworld of the sex-fantasy industry, the Mistress is free to be who She is: there need not be any divide between who She really is and who She appears to be. She incorporates Her dominance seamlessly into the world of the real—not just the world of the pruriently bizarre—and therein lies the true power of a Woman to emerge from the abstract subcultural “ghetto” that fetish culture has carved out for Her. Her dominance is not justified and consumed merely as a pseudo-sexual service. Her dominance is all-encompassing and there is no border where we separate its extent from the larger reality of the world around us. The Mistress, in other words, is real. While She uses sexual energy to Her favor, She refuses to be isolated or segregated into a subculture built only around sexual antics and services that cater to men. The Woman next door might very well be a keeper of slaves. You may never be able to tell, judging by Her lifestyle and outward appearance, for Her status as a slave keeper is but one aspect of Her life and reality—it is not scrawled across Her in the garish colors of the fashionably eccentric and perverse.

saharahs_graceWhile I flesh out the breadth and scope of My own life, it is important for Me to note that I am not an enemy of fantasy or even male sexuality. I am far from it, in fact.  No one understands and respects the power of human sexuality more than a Keeper of consensual slaves, I hold. My note is at the purity of the vision that compels a man to serve and what inspires a Woman to receive that service with honest intent. There is plenty of great sex and fantasy fulfillment to be had in that world, but what makes it different is its goals and the center from which it operates. There are many permutations, but only one that resonates with Me and those fit for the world in which I live. In that world Woman are supreme and men serve Women to lift them up and free them from the drudgery of the menial. The servitude is real, not merely an act for a temporary sensual hiatus. So long as the fantasy in a man’s mind finds pleasure in this, he is not relegating the Woman of his dreams into virtual sex slavery to his fetishes.

Where narratives afforded by fantasy are concerned, I think another great way to demonstrate the difference is through the visual. Female power and dominance is depicted in a variety of artwork from many artists, but only a few tend to get it right in My book. My slave’s artwork exudes this understanding in paintings in that his message is uncluttered from the confusion Femdom tends to inflict upon popular consumption. Unlike many Femdom artists, Nanshakh’s work exemplifies a purity of understanding where it relates to a Mistress and Her slaves. The men are anonymized and interchangeable. The Women stride, sit, or recline imperiously over them in their beauty and dominance. Their sexuality is certainly used, but not to make men the focus of their dominance. In this world, the Women are at the center and the men are banished into the periphery—their lives only having meaning in abject servitude to and worship of Females who are rightfully enthroned in a celestial mantle above the male creature. In Nanshakh’s work, men are clearly not being “done.” They are being taken for granted. They are debased and undifferentiated. They are meaningless machine parts without the central mechanisms of life: Women. That is the message I like to extoll and it is the personal reality I live which frees Me and puts Me high above the din of the fetish industry and its male-oriented world of commonly consumed Femdom.

 

 

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The Nuisances of Populated Streets and Leash Walking

July 11th, 2014

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I have never made it a secret that I find pleasure in publicly walking a slave on a leash.  Instances of Myself doing so abound in this site —  both in photos and movies.  I know I am not alone as many more wonderful Mistresses are starting to showcase their pets in this manner.  :)  For Me personally it is one of those little things of daily life to which I am very attached.  First and foremost because I derive tremendous satisfaction from it, of course.  I always enjoy showing a man his true place — at My heel, abased and docile, as the domestic animal he is destined to be.  Station reminders are an integral part of the strict discipline I impose upon My slaves.  Secondly, I enjoy doing it in public because it engenders an increased educational value  both for the slave and the public too.  No doubt many people will be impressed by the natural elegance of an attractive Woman who casually holds a male on a leash throughout the city sidewalks and markets.  Many men, and even more importantly Women, will be seduced by the important statement it makes.  I can not help smiling when I think of all the sleepless nights I must have inflicted in this way.  Lastly, let us not forget it is very salutary for the slave’s mental hygiene and You all know how, as a responsible Keeper, I make it a point to keep My slaves perfectly healthy in this regard.  No doubt I have often expended here on the benefits for the slave to be paraded in public at the end of a leash  or even trotting on all fours beside His Keeper.
When kept on leash a slave of Mine finds his natural place and embraces the sanctity of his servile condition.  He is proud of being exposed by Me for what he truly is: a piece of property, a domesticated creature irreversibly attached to Me — pun intended.  And he certainly does not feel any shame or humiliation as his attention is entirely centered upon Me and he is only concerned with how he is besotted by My authority and instead of feeling awkward because of the gawks and bewildered looks he feels ennobled by being leashed to Me, belonging to My retinue and by participating to My stature, however menially.  The leash has deprived him of any reason -or right- for self consciousness; he knows instinctively he does not exist as a person anymore and that all eyes are upon Me.  No one pays any attention to a slave— people only see the leash and then the elegant, manicured hand that is firmly holding it.  He is mindful of doing honor to his Mistress, of having the perfect behavior She expects of him.  He is proud of having the same importance to My standing as My purse or My shoes and knows that I will expect his conduct to be at all times as spotless as any part of My attire.
It amuses Me when I hear some people  from within the Femdom crowd talk about the “public humiliation” of being taken on a leash by a Woman.  How could it possibly be humiliating for a slave to be displayed by his Owner for what he truly is: Her property.  Of course he is proud that She deigns to parade him as such.  He is thrilled She chose to take him out with Her like Her purse or Her scarf.  Some take an umbrella in case it might rain, exactly the same way as I might take a slave if I am going for a walk and I think I might have some use for him, e.g., to sit on him in the park, to get a foot massage, or carry My bags if I indulge in some impromptu shopping.  Can you imagine the joy of any of My slaves when I am so generous as to choose to take them out for such purposes?  They are even more excited than My dog —  I mean the real, canine one ;)  Were it not for their perfect training  I could find My slaves waiting sitting by the front door, the leash in their mouths.  So I wonder why so many people come up with that sentiment about humiliation.  It is a grace I bestow on a slave when I take him out on a leash.
Unfortunately, things have deteriorated in recent years thus the satisfaction I can derive from leash walking a slave in public has considerably waned.  To the point where I seriously wonder if I will keep indulging in that innocent habit of Mine much longer.  No sooner do I appear tugging a slave along that tons began to follow, tripping over themselves I might add.  It has come to the point where it takes away some pleasure and I am not sure I will keep doing that much longer.  Of course I could avoid this nuisance by sticking to deserted streets, but then unpopulated streets do defeat the purpose of the exercise, don’t they?  When I leash walk a slave I am taking My Female Supremacist lifestyle to the public square and I am making an important statement.  Yes, some Women keep their males on a leash.  Some Women rule and there is no shortage of males they can choose from to domesticate.  This is My world and I certainly am not apologetic for it; I make it a point of exercising My right to flaunt it when and where it pleases Me just the same as others are showing off their own lifestyles and choices.  This is the place I have for males in My life — at the end of My leash, at My beck and call.  My subservient males are part of My standing.  I do not see why I could not conveniently take one out on a leash in the same way a gay couple can walk hand in hand or other people choose to display their religious bonds with ostentatious costumes.  It is all about bonding after all, right? ;)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy Father’s Day!

June 11th, 2014

To all the loving dads and dads-in-waiting A Very Happy Father’s Day to you!

(And to My members who may be fathers, this one is for you!)

 

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“A father is a fellow who has replaced the currency in his wallet with the snapshots of his kids.”

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Flavors of Psychosexual Dominance: My Philosophy Behind Smothering Slaves

June 11th, 2014

The eroticism and fun of smothering slaves…by now you realize I have a bit of a knack for it, but more broadly speaking, human nature seems to as well. Stop to think about it for a moment: how often do you see Women fantasizing about receiving this treatment? Much like foot worship, men seem naturally acclimated toward paying homage to the nether regions of Females. They can’t help fantasizing about being our footstools and seats, but the desire for this dynamic is suspiciously absent in reverse, isn’t it? Having the agency of an alpha Female, I see this simple truth and revel in smothering men, as is only right…as is only natural. My ass above them, taking the very air from their lungs, blinding them, filling their mouths and nostrils with the scents and tastes of Me…it is a reminder of the control I have over their lives, of how I encompass them wholly and weigh down heavily upon their lives. My essence permeates them and crushes them. The act of smothering, then, is not simply sexual or functional: it is deeply symbolic of the relationship shared between Me and My groveling males.

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When the Virtual Metamorphoses Into a Reality

May 14th, 2014

 

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Often times online references to “slavery” are not talking about slavery but rather the simulation of slavery; a fun fantasy adults engage in behind closed doors or a commercial venture for porn companies or Pro-Dominatrices.  For a small handful of others, slavery is a very real, choice-based way of life.

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Publicly Expressing Facets of Female-Led Relationships

May 13th, 2014

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Some things do not need to be loudly affirmed; nuances speak volumes!

 

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Happy Mother’s Day!

May 9th, 2014

A warm Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mothers, GrandMothers, Step-Moms and Mothers-to-be! :)

 

World’s toughest job in the world.  Can you handle it?  Probably not.:   http://youtu.be/HB3xM93rXbY

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Cross-Dressing Slave’s Lesson On Roe vs. Wade and Constitutional Undermining by “Anti-Women-Autonomy” State Legislators

January 26th, 2014

Of course My faithful readers know that I am always ready to use a slave for My entertainment. This is a pleasant recreation when the beast is not busy toiling for Me. Not so recreational for him, maybe, but for Me it is good fun– which is all that matters. Sometimes I particularly enjoy feminizing a male, not only is his pathetic attempts to dress like a Woman and mimic Feminine grace quite hilarious, but ridiculing the miserable creature serves multiple purposes. First it amuses Me to no end, as I’ve said already, but it is also a sound reminder for the lowly creature of his absolute inferiority to the Feminine sex, as it demonstrates how males are grotesque and inadequate when they try to resemble us Women in any way.

So I have decided to put My beast in that awkward and ridiculous situation, as I intend to give him a salutatory lesson about a few important matters. Such as the relentless abuse and misogyny displayed by some conservatives against Women, some of the despicable and cowardly legislation that is trying to get passed by all sorts of sly means. But do not let the silliness of the slave’s endeavors to act and walk like a Woman lessen or dilute the seriousness of the lessons I’m giving him. Those are important matters however lightly and humorously I am ingraining them into the servile male psyche to raise his awareness about such societal issues and make him see them in the only proper light: Mine.

Intrinsically a Mistress is always generous with Her slaves. To start with, She is already infinitely generous to tolerate them as Her slaves, of course. Not to mention to allow them to breathe. (Well, that is, when She’s not chocking them for fun ;D) But when a Keeper is condescending to lend any attention to Her males, whatever attention, She is extraordinarily generous. As, for example, when She is teaching them about anti-Women legislation, or whatever societal issues She deems important for them to learn about and to adopt Her views on the matter. And if a Mistress deigns to crop Her slaves, She is simply going out of Her way in terms of generosity. Now, what are slaves for if not to suffer at the hands of their Keepers, for Her sole satisfaction? Who would not concur there could be no better reason for male dog slaves to be degraded or subjected to harsh punishments than to provide pleasure and amusement for their Owners? That is the reason why I own My dog slaves: so that I can exploit and oppress them for My convenience and gain, naturally, but also to make them squirm and squeal under My whip, at My whim, whenever I want to vent off My annoyance for the misogyny of males in society and all the crap the despicable creatures represent. Yes, My males will suffer for this; I will make sure they pay for their sex, even though they have embraced their inferiority and servitude to Women. This is what is just and right, for this is My justice that I deign to inflict on My creatures. And I can assure you they embrace it with such fervor and gratitude. Poor things, it is really touching.

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Insignificance and empowerment: Two flip sides of the same coin.

December 7th, 2013

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My slaves exist in relation to Me. When they look at Me they see all the extent of their insignificance. I am so far above them and they are so low beneath Me. Not that this ever made them feel despicable. On the contrary, each of My slaves always felt ennobled by bowing before Me, obeying and serving Me. It always made them proud to open doors for Me, to carry My bag or coat. They always felt honored to prostrate themselves at My feet, to be at My beck and call, to toil for Me, to clean for Me, all the while feeling the relentless, inescapable pressure of the slave collar on their necks. Prostrating themselves before Me is not only a special privilege, it’s always rewarding and fulfilling. Lowering themselves at My feet always made them feel a better person, at My place. And there could be no nobler cause for them than serving Me precisely because I am so far superior and precious than them and it always reminds them of their lowliness and perfect insignificance before My shining Femininity.

That being said, insignificance does not in the least make them feel ashamed. They never feel ashamed of serving Me or being servile to Me. My slaves realized this so strongly particularly when I walk them on a leash in New York City, LA or Boston, or when they kneel at My feet in public. They don’t see themselves as made empty or stupid, or useless by their servility to Me. On the contrary, it reinforces in them the affirmation of having found the most beautiful reason to live: to serve Me. And it makes them feel stronger more resilient and powerful. For Me.

The reason why their servitude to Me makes them feel better is Me. It comes from the nobleness of My graceful and despotic nature. It’s something in My stance, in My proudness, in My haughtiness, that makes them totally insignificant. They are insignificant because their ego is made irrelevant and non existent by My imperious will. They are insignificant as the only meaning their existence can have now is their usefulness to Me. When I enslave them, I rendered that self-conscious “him” inadequate, definitely obsolete and purposeless. This is all the extent of their insignificance beneath Me. They can only exist in as much as I deign to use and exploit them. Apart from accomplishing My dictates, fulfilling My caprices, being whatever I want them to be—at My convenience, providing a permanent service to make My life freer, more comfortable and pleasant— they have no purpose; they are nothing.

Contemplating the downfall of their former selves, the utter destruction of their free will makes them profoundly happy. A servile happiness that comes from satisfying their revered Owner’s caprices. This happiness is so powerful that it chokes in them any stray impulse to resist, to escape My tyranny. This conditioned instinct that I ingrained in them— the instinct of servile obedience— is so irrepressible and so overwhelming that in each instance when something in them would squirm against the ongoing oppression of servitude, the reflex of servility would prevail and compel them to silent obedience. Additionally, it would rejoice in these perpetual victories of My supremacy, of the repeated proofs of My absolute superiority.

This is how insignificant they are. Not because they feel they are nothing, as they are still mostly the same, but their will is passive as soon as I deign to state My dictates.

I took their freedom away because it is My absolute right to do so. They have always been destined to become My property. It was always their nature, their function to serve and obey Me. And from the moment I appeared to them in all My arrogant and exquisite grace, they could think of nothing else than becoming Mine: adoring Me, pleasing Me, serving Me. I made them My thing, My creature. I transformed them utterly, turning them essentially into My slaves. In all the time they spent serving Me in the flesh, from the first moment they were in My presence, it only took only one look, one word, one sign from Me to send them down to the ground, groveling at My feet in total acceptance. They felt it, they “knew” it. Oh yes, every step of the arduous way to total slavery. They felt their enslavement but still they could not, at that time, fathom all the extent of My reign over them, its implications and the irretrievable permanence of their subjection to Me.

I am everything to My males. I define their existence. They are only what I deign to make of them. It is simply the natural order I impose upon them. My Order—that will rule the rest of their docile existences.

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Honoring Veteran’s For Their Courage, Sacrifice and Service ~ Thank You All

November 11th, 2013

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“If a child grows up with the idea of violence, that you get what you can by force, what kind of world will this be?”
Julinda Abu Nasr


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Shaving a slave’s head

September 6th, 2013

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Some may argue that a slave still remains a person, and why not? But to Me, that’s neither here nor there. A slave is first and foremost a s-l-a-v-e. And that is all. A commodity, a piece of property, a tool, a beast of burden, a toy or whatever his Keeper wants it to be. In My book, that means interchangeable, easily replaceable, totally expendable. Even if, as with many other Women, I will at times enjoy finding in a slave an intuitive creature who is quite capable of interesting conversation, thoughtful attentions and educated understanding. I do appreciate such precious qualities and want to be able to switch them on and off at My leisure. But it makes no difference to the basic fact that a slave is and will always remain just and only that: a slave.

It is absolutely essential that subservient males must never be allowed to forget that reality. That is why I want My slaves to be constantly reminded of their servile condition so that they could never entertain the delusion of being permitted to step out of it. And for this, there’s nothing like the good old recipes. You know that saying, clothes don’t make the man? Well, maybe so, but no clothes at all do make the slave. At least in My world, which is all that matters to Me and My males anyway. Oh yes, appearances do matter and the only piece of clothing I’ll allow My slaves is a good, sturdy, iron collar. There’s nothing like taking his clothes away to make a male feel all the extent of his lowly, servile condition.

Yet, that’s still not enough for My taste. So I recently decided to shear My slave’s hair, to further deprive him of his personality traits and ingrain even deeper in his subservient psyche the absolute extent of his abasement and depersonalization. The results went even beyond My expectations. Naked as a worm! Lol – And it worked wonders on the silly beast. It made him happy too. That is, after the initial shock. Well, anyway, I’m sure it will make him happy in the long run. The way he was expressing his gratitude immediately afterwards was quite touching. And it did improve his slavishness and eagerness to serve Me, no doubt. Once again, I’m pleased with My brilliant idea.

And those that know Me, of course I taped the whole event. I was not going to deprive Myself of the pleasure of replaying it once in a while. And in My immense generosity, I decided to share this moment with you, if only for educational purposes, for Mistresses and slaves alike.

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New Beginnings

August 23rd, 2013

As a rule, once I have set My pretty foot on a male’s neck the animal will remain My devoted property for the rest of his life. Even if capricious and demanding as I can be, I am quite likely to get bored and give the poor sod the boot, the miserable creature will keep on being My slave forever. It happened that way for all the males I’ve deigned to enslave. Even when I have discarded them and completely forgotten about their existence they are simply incapable of getting over their obsessive attachment to Me. Now mind you, I don’t blame the poor creatures. I understand that when a male has been so lucky as to become enslaved to a Woman such as Me, he should be forever inconsolable to have been released— for whatever reason. I can imagine how bleak and sordid freedom must seem after the chains of servitude under My law. Some of My former slaves are actually quite touching in their struggles, so much so that I may even take pity on them. As in the case of this male who, after serving me for many years, cannot be expected to ever get himself another life. I know he only lives for a chance, any chance, to serve Me— however menially and I find it quite convenient to keep My former slaves at My beck and call for whatever purpose. Thus, I condescended to help him in his misery. It’s really not much for Me anyway. Males are simple animals, they need guidance and discipline and once trained as slaves they can’t live without being in the firm grip of a strong Woman. Since he is not any more subjected to My permanent control, I have decided to fit this one with a chastity cage. It takes so little to reign in the basic instincts in males and keep them under control. Look how grateful the silly animal was when I presented him with his cage. It makes him so happy to be once again subjected to My will. I know it will work wonders on him.

See the Member’s Journal for the rest of the series of photos.

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Happy Father’s Day

June 15th, 2013

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Happy Father’s Day to all the big-hearted, warm, loving dads out there who nurture their kids with love and support!

Kids learn what they live — be the best role model you can be!

“Every child needs a champion.”
― Hillary Rodham Clinton

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Expectations of a Slave

May 17th, 2013

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As I have mentioned recently, I do accept that My slaves love Me.  In so doing, I know I am showing exceptional leniency and openness of mind.  It is indeed very generous of Me since by condescending to tolerate a slave’s adoration for Me, no matter how far beneath Me, how insignificant he might be as a male, I acknowledge he is still worthy of loving Me sincerely, selflessly, and humbly.

I do see it as only natural that a male should be consumed with love for Me, his Keeper.  I even accept his being haunted permanently by My beauty.  Providing his carnal desires remain strictly chastised and reigned in, I see them as conducive to the perfect servility I demand of him.  I am after all a Goddess to My lowly creature, the incarnation of the Feminine ideal, the inaccessible idol he’s sacrificing all, freedom, comfort, even security to serve for life.  I see no reason to reject his passionate love any more than I’d reject the loyal affection of My dog.  And just as with a dog, depending on My whim, at times I will reward him with My attention, even My affection.  A good slave will receive such exceptional gestures of appreciation from his Mistress as priceless gifts from his inaccessible Goddess.  He will cherish them and they will serve to reinforce his eternal devotion and gratitude for Me.  But there are also those males who, never fully resigned to their abject servitude, probably suffering from delusions of equality with their Keeper, will want to exploit Her empathy, seeing a chance to inch their way into some sentimental, reciprocal attachment with Her.  Soon, misunderstanding any benevolent signs of kindness from Her, they will begin to feel entitled to love and respect, even romance, in return for their own needy passion.

This can never be tolerated. This is tantamount to leaping on the couch for a dog in some pitiful attempt at feeling comfortable on an equal footing with his Mistress.  A slave is a slave, period.   And while a slave is still human, he must know and embrace he can never entertain any hope of getting above his servile condition.  In My house, slaves are animals, they belong to the ground at My feet, groveling.  While I welcome– on My terms, sincere displays of their absolute adoration and love for Me, and I will often graciously reward such with an affectionate pat.  I will mercilessly crush any symptoms of sentimental greed, entitlement, jealousy.  They are not the genuine expressions of the selfless, servile love I expect of My slaves but on the contrary they reveal an unhealthy resurgence of rebellious male ego.   I know the signs.  I will recognize them immediately and I will act swiftly, crushing the culprit with merciless severity.

 

 

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Mother’s Day!

May 11th, 2013

heidipixholidayHappy Mother’s Day to Her, the Woman who is The Mother.  There is only One and there always will be only ONE: Mother. She’s always had the same name since the beginning of times.  She is unique to all of us for the billions and billions of human beings who ever have been and will be, whoever we are, wherever we are.  She has the same soothing voice, the same smell, the same tenderness.  So to all the Mothers, smile at the homage, the love and gratitude of that humanity You have been bringing to life, protecting, nurturing and carrying in Your arms since the dawn of our species. If all people gave any attention to the love and need and instinctive reverence they have for their Mother, the world would be a much happier, joyful and peaceful place. Because we all still harbour, however deep inside ourselves, that inimitable joyful laughter She could always get out of us with Her smile.

Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers, foster Mothers, Mothers-to-be and military Mothers!

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Slave Carpet, Zlita Saga Latest Illustration by Nanshakh

April 23rd, 2013

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It is said Sir Walter Raleigh laid his cloak across mud in the street so that Queen Elizabeth could walk over it without dirtying Her feet. While this story may only be a fable, it is a popular image engrained in our memory, nonetheless. Such an act, whether it really happened or not went beyond the idea of typical chivalry: it was selfless and undeniably servile to a Female in power, particularly when we consider how expensive clothing of nobility was back in those times! One did not discard these gilt threads easily, but for the Queen, it was only the right thing to do. We romanticize this idea as an icon of male servility in common culture, but to what extent should a man who is serving his Mistress carry it further? To what extent does Raleigh’s act extend to the devotion of slaves and not simply courtiers?

I think about this when I look quite happily upon My slave’s latest artwork depicting yours truly walking from a temple upon a “red carpet” laid out in Her honor, for the answer is quite obvious in the very lines of this latest work. For the Goddess, males will lower themselves to the dirt, for, ideally speaking, they have not even the luxury of clothing to part from. They are reduced to the status of animals and obedient house pets, as is only fitting. Sauntering arrogantly across their naked bodies asserts without pretense or kid gloves a final truth to the nature between Women and the men who serve them: that males are interchangeable and equal in their slavery to Us, that there is no alpha slave among the interchangeable and disposable. All males will offer themselves up to be crushed by the Goddess equally, without reservation, hope of favoritism, or recognition that they are of any value beyond their base, essential purpose: to comfort a Woman, to make Her life easier, and to grant Females, overall, greater agency. They will gladly condemn their lives into the muck so Our perfumed and painted feet will not be sullied by it.

I see this image as completing the circle, arriving upon the final destination that chivalrous men set aim toward centuries ago: to be selfless, to be servile, and to sacrifice, at the expense of their own comfort and dignity, for the glory and honor of his Queen and of Women, overall. Women are, after all, human beings at their finest. Why should We not be pampered and adored? Why should men not suffer for Us? The imperious Woman, walking with whip in hand across the backs of nameless slaves is the image now complete—it is the core symbol of male purpose which stands for the final destination of the male: to be used and exploited by his Goddess, by the Giver of Life, the Incarnation of Walking Beauty, and thus, the arrogant muse that motivates the male’s libidinous desires to be used and degraded. This is a harmony between opposite elements, where nature triumphs and is, finally, at peace. Only Women who embrace their in-born element of Female without reservation or pretense will know the fruits that come from doing so and realize the weight lifted from delusions of equality with men that rested so heavily upon their shoulders. Likewise, only men who release their egos to grovel and lick the dust at Our feet will come to know true peace and place in the Universe. This is a place where things are not necessarily what they seem. This is a place where tyranny and cruelty is kind and where Her heel upon his head or brought swiftly to his loins brings about catharsis, a reminder of place and of purpose. A reminder of nature and how we cannot escape what we are. The Empress striding across naked and anonymous slaves brings this all quite elegantly into focus and only in the way My slave, Nanshakh, inspired by My essence, can.

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Chronicles of Female-Led Lifestyle Training

April 6th, 2013

A young friend has taken an interest in a Female-led lifestyle, no doubt thanks to My magnificent example.  She is incredibly lucky to have Me as a mentor on this enlightening path.  I will introduce Her to the purest levels of Female Dominion, according to My principles.  In My realm where all is calm, luxurious and graceful, She will see the very best of Female dominance, the most luminous, harmonious and perfect grace of Female Supremacy.  This male slave was granted the privilege to serve for target practice.  What a lucky male! ;-D  Video to come.

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The Beauty of Bull Whips

March 23rd, 2013

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I enjoy whips.  In moments like this, I’m often toying absentmindedly with My whip.  I enjoy the smoothness of the plaited leather sliding gently between My fingers, warm and supple after the punishment I have just inflicted upon My slave. While I contemplate with indifference My slave’s pathetic attempts at controlling his trembling and recomposing himself, My lovely whip is playing deviously in My hands like a pet rather than a mere instrument of punishment. There is a peaceful complicity between us. It senses My satisfaction under My caresses and takes obvious pride in it. I love how it knows to remain obediently curled up, so tame and soft in My hand. Having said that, one would be foolhardy to think it ever sleeps. In the blink of an eye, it will jump mercilessly at My slaves if I unleash it.  With vicious lightening speed it will strike with such implacable cruelty, biting into their trembling flesh to imprint My wrath, branding it with the beautiful marks of My ownership. Yes, My whip is a faithful companion – a loyal friend.  We become one in beauty and grace whenever I make it sting My vile creatures into frantic obedience, breaking them, spurring them ruthlessly and ingraining the salutary fear of their Goddess into them.

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A Holiday Gift From a slave: Wounded Warrior Project

January 14th, 2013

If you have been following My site for any degree of time, you will know that I support My fellow Sisters who use their males to advance humanitarian causes.   Thus, it should come as no surprise I was delighted to learn My UK slave signed up for one of the most important charities around: the Wounded Warrior Project.  Freedom is a delicate procurement and its maintenance is ongoing and costly.   The defense of freedom is high-priced and those who defend our freedom often suffer a lifetime of perils – far greater than we could ever imagine.  I think it’s important we acknowledge and stand by those who  have paid and continue to pay the ultimate price to preserve of our liberties.   To My fellow Sisters:  Please consider using your boys in this program:  the wounds suffered by our soldiers continue well  beyond their active duty.

 

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Patriarchal Religion: the Sum of all Evil

January 11th, 2013

The human animal is a religious animal. It seems being religious is what helps him to think he is not an animal. Complicated sets of superstitious beliefs, rituals and cults, or to put it more simply, religions, seem to have been part of every human society past and present. From the oldest pre-historical burial remains, to our modern civilization, religion is invariably at the chore of human societies. No matter how apparently different and varied all cults and religions may have existed through human history, they have had this one common utility to put deities above humans, thus re-positioning the homo sapiens as a creature in between the animal and the divine, and if not purely divine, at least of divine origins.
Personally I am much more interested in the animality of My slaves than their spirituality. It is no secret to the regular readers of this blog that I am adamant the male of the species is just an animal, only fit for abject slavery, and should that animal ever entertain the idea of having a religious conscience and worshipping a deity, let it be understood that there can be only one Goddess in My slave’s life: Me. I will certainly not tolerate any form of religiosity in my slaves that is not entirely directed at worshipping Me, particularly since the way religions have evolved for the last two thousand years.
Throughout Antiquity, polytheism seems to have been the norm. A rich variety of cults were devoted to a very large number of deities, more or less in equal number Female and male. Polytheist religions presented this advantage of being based on a fundamental tolerance, thus coexisting willingly alongside any number of other cults, and accepting new or foreign cults. The first notable appearance of a monotheist cult, in the 14th century BC in Egypt, is very significant in the immediate consequences it had. Since the pharaoh Akhenaton established the cult of a unique, and mostly abstract, god, Aten, it soon inevitably implied the eradication of all other cults. A unique cult is the negation of any other beliefs. A unique cult is fundamentally a form of totalitarianism. If there is only one God, there can be only one Truth, and any other belief or opinion becomes de facto false and heretical. This new unique religion was short lived, and soon the entire bunch of old Egyptian gods and Goddess were back in business. But monotheism, as a concept, did not get completely lost. It re-emerged a few centuries later, at first with the Bible, without much consequence since Jews were not proselyte, but soon came the Christians, and things changed for the worse. It took a few centuries, but this was the end of polytheism. The Christians were conquerors. They came quietly. They preached absolute tolerance and peace. Wherever they went, they soon were taking control, killing all those who would not convert and wiping off all traces of any other cult or religion. Later came the Muslims, but it was just another update of the same cult.
The same religion, with the same god, based on the same monotheism and all the righteousness, totalitarianism and absolutism it entails. There is, however, an even more disturbing and pernicious aspect to this cult: its patriarchalism.  This is a conservative way to say: it’s fanatical misogyny.
This is a religion which is based on worshipping a god who created the world in six days, and then rested. A kind of botched up job, I would say. Anyway, there he created man to his image. Man. Not humans, not homo sapiens. No. Man. And then man, poor witless jackass, was in paradise, and he was so bored. So god took a rib from him to create a Woman, to be man’s playmate. Now really… Woman was created out of a rib? Why not a fingernail, or a lock of hair? How more insignificant could it get?
Man is the son of god. Woman is the Daughter of a rib. What a lineage really! Talk about mismatch!  If only the authors knew what science knows now:  The ovarian pathway is the human template; Women are the default sex. :P
One would be a fool to think that god, and his religious fans, came up with that story to debase Women. Why, of course not. There’s nothing pejorative in coming from a rib. Yet one can’t deny that it’s not quite the same as having the one and unique god as your daddy, is it? And to think that this Eve, daughter of a rib, is the Mother of all Womanhood!
But let’s be very clear about it. It’s not as if Woman could matter in any way. The very reason for Her existence has been explained. She was created to entertain man, to please him, to serve him. Such a thrilling destiny!
Well, My personal feeling about this pathetic fantasy calling itself a religion is that it was made up by frustrated males who had never come to terms with their puberty. This religion is not about tolerance, because it never tolerated anything else beside itself and its dogma. You can’t say there is one god, one truth, one religion, and then brag about being tolerant, right? It never was about pacifism either, because it proved to be the most murderous cult in human history, killing mercilessly anyone who did not submit, wiping off entire people, religions, civilizations and cultures, promoting a reign of terror on the pretense of eradicating heresy and fighting the devil. No, what this religion has always really been about since its obscure and confused origins is bashing Women.
The monotheist religion is the revenge of the boy who hasn’t accepted his puberty and the resulting irresistible desire he feels for Women. This is the religion of the man who has remained a child terrified by the new power Women wield on him. The religion is his pitiful attempt to go back to the pre-pubescent age when he was free of this overwhelming craving for Females. Oh how nice and “innocent” he felt then, when he only wanted to play with other boys, when they got together to comfort themselves that Girls were weak and silly. But then all things changed when this appendix started troubling him, and he felt irresistibly subjected to that terrible power of seduction devolved to those Girls he had pretended to despise up until then.
Of course, as all fights against one’s own nature, it is a lost fight, and the more pathetic his trials at freeing himself of this attraction, the more heinous he might become towards Women. Hence how reassuring then if the religious patriarch comes to soothe his feelings by explaining that he is not guilty actually, it’s in the inherent perverse nature of Women to inspire such dirty thoughts in his mind. Woman – – the vessel of all sins.  That being said, not all men will react in that way. The sensible, normal boys will accept the new state of things, and take it “like a man”. They yield gracefully to a natural and necessary subjugation of their newly acquired sexual desires for the appropriately named fairer sex. Some will even enthusiastically cherish and worship Women for inspiring such sentiments and feelings within them.  (And I plan to capture each of those males for My own! ;-D )
But the weaker males will not. They are filled with resentment and fear, all the more so since their counter-productive reaction only exacerbates that gnawing desire they can’t help feeling for the abhorred Feminine gender, a desire which in turn will only serve to undermine their self-assurance and make their cowardice all the more blatant. Thus, they resort to what the pre-pubescent little boy in them was already quite good at doing: bashing Girls. Put the blame on Girls, boy… and naturally it becomes the “manly” thing to boast about despising Women.
What providence, this religion that tells them that if they harbor dirty thoughts, it’s all the fault of these devious Women who inspire them. It’s because Women are vile, they have not been made in the image of god, and they even hardly have a soul, do they? But then, what can you expect from creatures who descend from a rib? They can hardly pretend to have a soul with a rib as ancestor.
This sentiment is for feeble minded, frustrated weaklings and has been going on too long. I won’t tolerate it in My realm. Males in My household accept their dependence towards Women. They do not fear to bow slavishly to Us as their superiors. They are happy to devote their life to serve Me, and if they do fear My whip, they do not fear to adore Me for wielding it at them. They know their place. They know that any slave who wishes a station in My stable must reject religion entirely, and see Me as the pillar of reason, arbiter of right and wrong.

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Happy Holiday and Happy New Year!

December 23rd, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What better way to spread Holiday joy to Children in need than a treat-filled holiday party and personal visit from Santa Clause!! I am pleased to announce this year’s holiday party was made possible with the help of two of My former slaves.

(Thank you both for your integral support and generosity in honoring the Children this year with treats and gifts!)  Happy Holidays!

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The Archetype

December 2nd, 2012

When it comes to humans, Mother Nature, in Her infinite wisdom, has decidedly favored the Female of the species. There is no doubt the Female is the superior gender. I know I am repeating Myself, I suppose that probably comes from being a human dog trainer and slave Keeper. I tend to repeat some basic truth so as to hammer them into the inferior brains of My slaves.

As She did with so many other species, Mother Nature obviously decided the Female would be Her heir, She would get the whole works, while the male would be somewhat disinherited, purposefully relegated to a limited, secondary role. An accessory of sort. Now I already mentioned Nature’s infinite wisdom, so let’s not doubt that Goddess Nature had Her own reasons for doing things that way. To start with, the preservation and transmission of life. There’s no doubt it’s been a success story so far.

As a consequence of being Mother Nature’s favored Daughter, we, Women, are blessed with so many remarkable qualities, as compared with our inferior partners. Well, let’s not be too harsh with the poor sods, but they are rather ill favored – and it shows. This is the result of the very limited, very basic role reserved to them in the grand scheme of things. Still, whatever their limitations, they are perfectly adequate for what they were originally intended for.

Basically, we, Women, are the laboratories and factories of Life. Our body is designed and fully equipped to assemble and decipher the blue print of life, pick up the basic raw material, and in hardly nine months, deliver the most sophisticated creature of the Universe. That is, if it’s a Girl, of course! :D

Furthermore, we are also perfectly fit for all the maintenance work involved in bringing the initial larva to full development and adult form. And this is just looking at the biological aspect of things. All this to say: we, Females, are wonderful creatures. No wonder why the discerning male, when looking up at us, venerates us as Goddesses.

We are not only more sophisticated, but we are also more resilient, sensible, wise, and on the whole, more apt socially at creating and maintaining the best environment for the blossoming and perpetuation of life.

Yes, indeed! we, Women, rock! No doubt.

Naturally, I’ve kept the best for the end: we are beautiful. It’s simple: we are enchanting, lovely, and exquisitely seductive. Nature has crafted us using all Her most devious tricks with the obvious intent of making us totally irresistible. In fact, we are so ravishing that we do not only have the power to wrap males around our little finger, but we are even capable of provoking the admiration and desire of other Women. Feminine beauty has always been of such paramount importance to our species that it’s become a cult for men and Women alike, throughout the ages and civilizations. Of all times, artists, writers, poets have been obsessed by our grace, devoting their talents to the celebration of our incomparable qualities.

That said, if you ask Me, I think there’s nothing wrong with that state of things. I see clearly all the merits of Mother Nature’s designs and purposes in favoring so outrageously the Female of the species. I think She’s done a fabulous job with us, even if in comparison, one must admit She’s really botched it up with males. Not that it matters much. It is quite understandable that like any great artist, Nature got enthralled with Her chef d’oeuvre, neglecting blatantly the secondary gender in Her enthusiastic efforts for crafting Her masterpiece. As it is, the male still turns out to be rather decorative and entertaining as a pet, and very useful as a domestic slave and sturdy beast of burden.  Just ask any Female slave Keeper.

I can’t help thinking that, after accomplishing so many miracles, after creating and evolving so many long lines of wonderful creatures, Nature obviously wanted to come up with a gem, the ultimate creation that would top an already stunning career: the Woman. The state of the art, absolute accomplishment amongst all life forms created so far. When it comes to perfection, look at us Women: Mission Accomplished. And yet, in the midst of all this praise for Nature in designing us Women, I would yet have to make one slight reservation, alas.

We are really quite perfect, except for that one tiny little detail: we are too small!

That is not in the absolute, but as compared to the male. On average, the Female of the species is just about 15% shorter, smaller, and yes, let’s admit it, in terms of raw muscle power: weaker!

Ah Mother Nature, sweet Goddess, Why, but Why? Let Me tell you this in undisguised terms: You flunked! To put it another way, Divine Mother Nature, Size DOES matter. You should have known.

Mother Nature’s intentions were excellent. Why not devolve to the otherwise extremely limited male of the species a good deal of physical power, so that he could carry our suitcases, open the door for us, and more generally speaking, build our houses, hunt for mammoths, and all those other boring, tedious, menial activities like ploughing, harvesting, raising cattle, digging at the bottom of the mines, carving stone in quarries, sailing on trawlers et tutti quanti.

A rather brilliant idea originally, no doubt, except that males got it into their basic, simplistic brain that since their main asset was raw muscle power, it had to be the ultimate quality by which all was to be measured. Consequence: they got delusions of grandeur. Et voila. Instead of being our docile slave, as you wisely intended, the imbeciles decided to take matters into their own hands. And since they could do it, why not also push Us Women around, slap us, rape us, and more generally speaking, leave most of the unpleasant domestic chores to Us.

As a result, thousands of years of turmoil, wars, massacres, looting, useless destructions, and senseless oppressions. Look at Your lovely planet now: a mess. A complete mess. Yes indeed, Mother Nature, size matters. Keep that in mind next time you’re on the drawing board. If you had made us taller, stronger than males, they certainly wouldn’t have dared lift a finger against us. Instead, we would have had, from the start, the docile servants that you had intended for us.

Now, I will concede that all is not that bad really. It was a slight flaw in design, let us avow, and it did have vile consequences.  That being said, it’s true that you’ve graced us with such stunning qualities that we are now overcoming this inconvenience. There’s no denying Women still remain the Superior gender, when all is said and done. As I’m sitting here on the couch, I only have to lift My eyes from My notebook and glance down at that docile creature whose been massaging softly My feet for the last hour, or listen to the clatter that comes from the kitchen where My two other slaves are busy with the preparation of My dinner, to see that obviously things are getting back to normal now.

But it did take some time. And we, dominant Women, living happy, fulfilling, contented lives surrounded by our obedient pets, are still the exception. *sigh*

(The above essay was inspired by the late George Carlin:  one of My favorite comedians.   His brilliance was unmistakable, particularly his sense of human behavior. The inspiration came from his book entitled “When Will Jesus Bring The Pork Chops?”  The book was written nearly 10 years ago – – thank goodness some things have changed!)

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Female Supremacy In Media And Advertising

September 21st, 2012

You’ve come a long way, baby, as the saying goes. Where it comes to advertising, We certainly have. Once relegated to oohing and aahing over new appliances or pouring our men cups of coffee in June Cleaver regalia, now Women are presented as powerful and dominant forces of sexual magnetism and Feminine coercion. Below are some excellent examples of the essence of Female Supremacy portrayed in fashion and advertising today which have broken away from typical gender constructions in past media trends.

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Mail Bag: Still A Virgin

August 26th, 2012

Goddess Saharah,

Firstly I’d like to say that like countless other minions, I am wholly in awe of your work and the very image of you makes me ache painfully; and therein lies the rub. I am 44, a virgin, and, to be perfectly blunt, profoundly dysfunctional. Despite being culturally and intellectually inquisitive, I have failed comprehensively to accede to virtually all of society’s demands, and live a full of near unbearable isolation and privation. My greatest problem though, is that while my desire for Female Domination is hard-wired and irrevocable — as indeed is my yen for a Female led relationship based on principles of Female Supremacy – I struggle with feelings of aggression and bitterness towards women and society in general, because of my extreme loneliness. I worry that I might implode, or worse, explode; so extensive is the deterioration of my sense of optimism about ever making any of this happen. The internet has proved worse than useless and if anything, has simply served to augment my despondency. A non-professional Domme who is empathetic, patient and prepared to help me strip away the guilt, hurt, anger and self loathing so that I might achieve that blissful, unencumbered sense of submission I have yearned for since my early teens, seems an almost impossible chimera.

Subserviently,

slave james (lower case entirely deliberate)

 

Dear James:

There are far more relationships in the gamut of human interactions than merely sexual ones, but each is a form of relationship, and most of them are not predicated upon the pleasures of flesh at all. If you look around you in life, you may not find yourself as alone as your sexual frustrations would have you believe. First and foremost, I want to draw that line of clarity about life, in general. Unless you live in monk-like seclusion from all of society, you are interacting with people. You have relationships—no matter how fleeting—with the opposite sex. The difference is you want a sexual relationship with a Female and the intimacy that comes with it. You clearly missed out on physical sexual exploration in your younger years, but the good news is it’s not too late to still pursue this.

Also please keep in mind that We Women, for as beautiful as We may be, often find it very difficult to find quality males in Our lives. We go from one to the next to the next, looking for a man with a flashlight, so to speak—a man who gets it and isn’t…well, repulsive. That takes a lot of searching on Our part. Being supreme over the male, you can only imagine how hard it is for strong, dominant Females to find something of worth to consider keeping as servants or even friends.

With that said, I want to warn you about something very dangerous that seems to be taking root in you, and that is resentment. You need to drop it cold, or it’s going to eat you alive. Women are not to blame for your anger. Your need to conform to some idea that you shouldn’t be a virgin is what’s really to blame, and that is being sourced from you—not Women. You see, in a way, you’re sitting upon a throne of your own making and judging Women, society, and the world. This is what’s feeding your resentment. You have to break that cycle first. Drop the anger. Drop the judgement, drop the resentment. Make the effort to step away from seducing yourself into these forms of quiet rage. That’s the first step, James. All the world will be askew until you make the effort to stop giving into the seduction of negative feelings.

Women can smell hatred and dysfunction in a man; We tend to naturally steer from it. With that in mind, you can’t fake stepping away from the anger that binds you, for it will still be discernible in some form within your character (unless you’re very, very good at covering it up, as some are). While we’re on this subject of anger, I can tell you without even meeting you and knowing anything more about you that Women themselves are not the source of your troubles: it goes much deeper than that and I think you know what I’m talking about. Whatever happened in your past, you must get over it and put it behind you. Whatever negative relationship you had with your Mother or father, you must lay it to rest and break free of the cycle of venom that binds you here, in this strange place you’ve been in most of your adult life. There are undertows beyond merely sex and the pursuit of it that have pulled you to where you are now. They are the reason why you may have substance abuse problems, as well.

When you are ready to face your personal demons, I strongly suggest finding a good therapist to work through them. You could skip that and find a dominant Female to serve, but unless She is well versed in dealing with these maladies and forcing you from them, She’ll only make you worse. You will become addicted to Her and even more wretched if and when She disposes of you. What I’m saying is this: sex is a goal you’ve made in your head—a fruit dangling above you, and like Tantalus, you find yourself reaching for this fruit, never to quite grasp it—but what if you did? What if you were to have sex with a Woman? Would your problems go away? Would all your anger and resentment dissolve overnight? Things to ponder, maybe.

On the flip side, I think you may want to look at the positives to your situation. The fact you’re a virgin at this age makes you quite an interesting specimen for a prospective Mistress, should She decide to claim you. Your sexual inexperience and the related low esteem is a psychological playground, to say the least. Imagine if She just decides you’ll always be held in a state of terribly delicious frustration—getting tastes and glimpses of what you’ve missed out on all your life—for Her own benefit and gain. The fact you’ve been “saved” like this in a state of adult chastity for someone special is a bit of a boon, really. It’s a very unique psychological opportunity in that your hunger can be made into quite a leash. It’s also nice to know you don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases to worry about. See? There’s a plus side to all this after all.

But truly, James, you need to tackle your anger issues first before those rather rare mental delights can be tapped. Once you do, who knows? You might just make a wonderful slave to keep.

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Happy Birthday To Nanshakh

August 18th, 2012

Slave serves GoddessA very special happy birthday to the artist known as Nanshakh. He is a very talented artist, but more importantly, he has been “bitten” by the vision I celebrate so much in My own personal thoughts about the ideal place of males in a world shaped completely under the auspices of Female Supremacy. He is ideal as My personal artist in that he can represent the essence of My visions: the unaffected arrogance, the grace, the haughtiness, the cruelty, and the undeniable intelligence, power, and beauty of no-nonsense Alpha Females who take complete and abject male slavery to the Female for granted—as something they are ordained by nature to deserve. This is why I chose him as My own artist. No other artist to date seems to understand My vision better. You can see the spirit of the Goddess thoughtfully woven into his work: he doesn’t just render fetish scenery; many artists draw and conceive such things, and skillfully so, but Nanshakh takes it far beyond the latex and leather, to the very nature of the relationship itself, depicting males who are slaves and who are miserable beasts of burden for glorious, untouchable Goddesses.

The Women depicted in his art aren’t serving male fetishes: they are knowingly and cruelly using male instincts as the hot, sticky glue that binds them—euphorically and miserably at the same time—to the heels of Women as their slaves. From dark, cheerless galley holds to star ships visiting other planets, Nanshakh’s imaginative scenery is never-ending, but the important thing to look for, beyond the scenery, are the dynamics going on between Females and males, the essence of slavery being depicted in his artwork in a very colorful gamut. The understanding of what it means to be a slave to a Woman: that is the breath of life perpetually represented in his artwork that I celebrate so much. Please take a moment to visit his website and peruse the galleries for strong, dominant Women who served as Goddesses by men who are, in turn, treated like animals—half-starved, fearful, possessionless, and  marked by the whip.

 

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Anti-Abortion Bill

August 15th, 2012

Membership access has been restored!

In other news, please help counteract the war on Women in Michigan. If passed, the Omnibus Anti-Abortion Bill, would place the state on a par with Arizona its aggressive abortion restrictions. Please sign an online petition to counteract this gross violation of Female rights here: http://act.credoaction.com/campaign/michigan_abortion/?rc=tw1

Please pass this link on to as many as you can and let’s all keep an eye on this political attempt to control Women’s bodies.

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Verotel Processing Down

August 9th, 2012

I feel all potential members of My site should be officially informed that saharaheve.com is temporarily down due to financial sector restructuring and new regulations set by Visa and Mastercard. Obviously, this took Me a bit by surprise. I will have My website up and running again for new members shortly, and I apologize for any confusion.

NOTE: Current members can continue to access the site so long as their accounts are in good standing. New sign-ups and renewals will need to wait, however.

—Saharah

 

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Mail Bag: Real Vs. Fake Mistresses & Alpha Females

July 23rd, 2012

Dear Saharah:

I’m trying to find a Mistress to serve but I want something more than an internet experience or professional experience.  There seems to be so many fakes online today pretending to be Mistresses. How can a sincere submissive man tell the difference?

Dustin

 

Hi Dustin:

That’s a simple but loaded question. The truth of the matter is it’s extremely difficult to decipher what’s “fake” vs. what’s not right for you. In that sense, it’s often more a question of compatibility than anything else, rather than one Woman or another being disingenuous or not. For instance, a Woman may still be a Mistress but not a Female Supremacist. Is She necessarily fake by default? Perhaps She’s not exactly what a man looking for a certain lifestyle would want,  but She isn’t false by that fact.

That said, there are plenty of fakers and takers online, without a doubt. In fact, the Internet is teaming with charlatans and sundry “characters” that range from college Women looking to make some tuition money to vicarious man-things pretending to be Women—the latter particularly alarming, when they are well practiced in their craft. As D/s becomes more mainstreamish, the count of these mirages will only continue rising. Taking this into consideration, I feel for those men who really are searching for a meaningful relationship with their hallowed Alphas: the amount of work it takes to find them, much less get in touch with them and develop a sincere connection is a near impossible task. I do have some suggestions, however, that should make the effort a little easier:

1. A picture speaks a thousand words, as they say. But a thousand words aren’t enough online. I would suggest go for five thousand, in the very least. A Woman representing Herself online is most likely going to enjoy displaying Her appearance. Males are driven by the visual. We Females learn this at a very early age in life. What Femme Fatale would be so obtuse as to speak of Her existence as an overtly dominant Female but not display a single photo of Herself or relegate Her representation to only one image? Real Women will have many photos to peruse. Keep in mind that the images should look consistent. Watch for changes in body type with faceless pictures and note the composure: do the images look like they were ripped from a porn site or a stock photography archive? Keep in mind that Her images should feel “organic,” if that makes sense—they should jive in relation to Her professed character and the “tone” should match.

2. How long has this Woman been around? Did She just suddenly appear out of nowhere or is She well known? Most serious Mistresses and Alpha Females representing themselves online have a reputation that precedes them; they have stood the test of time as Women who are serious about dominating the male of the species. They aren’t simply college students looking to make some quick money off to the side with a leather and lace here today/gone tomorrow gig, or males pretending to be Mistresses.

3. What are Her intellectual underpinnings for living the life She purports to live? What motives and pleasures does She reveal when speaking of Her interest in dominating men? Does it seem reliable, or is it more a commercial front designed to capitalize on male submissive interests? Is She merely a service-oriented Domina? Don’t get Me wrong: there’s nothing bad about being a “pro,” but it stands to reason that business interest woven so closely with the whip tends to create a “front” that could be merely a capitalistic illusion. If you were to take away the profit motive, would She still have impetus to dominate males and use them to serve Her daily needs and desires? Without quick coin, is there any real passion to subjugate, exploit, and enslave? Is She just singing for Her supper or is She the real deal?  If you are looking for a more meaningful relationship with an Alpha Female, the answers to these questions matter.

4. Does She keep slaves off-line, or does Her world seem relegated strictly to the Internet? The Internet is a wonderful tool—but it can also be a terrible curse for some innocent minds strongly driven in their desires. Some “Mistresses” and men posing as Mistresses will string you along for months on end without ever planning to meet you. While every Mistress has the right to set the pace, if you find your servitude going through a year or more of online limbo with no real end in site, you’ll need to confront some difficult questions. Have you spoken with Her on the phone? Does She have an expressed interest in retaining you as a slave? Does She plan on bringing that interest to the real world anytime soon? It can be difficult, asking these questions, as a slave’s duties to a Mistress are traditionally more about Her than him. That said, you, as a submissive male and potential slave, have one inalienable right that even I will nod to and that is to be fulfilled in joining your desires to serve with the complete reality of servitude, not a virtuoso existence to a possible phantom.

5. Get real with yourself. Many men, while pointing the finger, fail to realize how synthetic and unsavory their own motives are for finding a Mistress. I have a belief that honest hearts eventually find each other in other people. If your queries and searches constantly lead you astray, it may be time to check your own motives and assumptions where serving a Mistress is concerned. Are you walking the path in purity and with a fully realized intent? The problem may not be outside of you; the problem could be inside of you, and many experienced Mistresses or otherwise dominant Women are savvy detecting those defects in the inadequate psyches attempting to “serve” them. Before finding a dominant Woman to serve, do your own homework, so to speak: know that you are sure about your path and be realistic about it. Doing so will give you an edge in being taken seriously.

I’m aware much of what I’ve said above isn’t exactly rocket science, but it’s amazing how many people fall prey to not observing these simple rules in the online environment. Desire can be tricky thing: it can gently lead us into dark tunnels we’d never go bereft of its influence, but as powerful and as beguiling as “the vision” may be, would-be slaves must retain a sense of self-preservation in the beginning and exercise just prudence with a shot of plain old common sense.  And remember, as with conventional relationships, successful relationships begin with chemistry.  I wish you luck in your search, Dustin. :)

 

Saharah

 

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The Religion of Female Supremacy and the Virtues of Mortification of the Flesh.

June 22nd, 2012

It’s no breaking news that there is a growing interest for Female domination and Female-led relationships.  I am not referring to the recreational pastimes of a BDSM-oriented population, but rather to an evolution in the mainstream view on the predominance of Women in society and in relationships.  As a convinced Female supremacist Myself, I am naturally very pleased by this phenomenon.  Let’s not shout victory, however—that would be premature.  While it is true there is a noticeable evolution in mentalities, we are far from being on an unstoppable drive toward a Matriarchal world.  Much remains to be done.

In this respect, I am convinced that many more Women and men would be ready to embrace a Female-led lifestyle, if they were not somewhat uneasy or even rebuked by the harsher aspects of such relationships.  As the Keeper in a Female supremacist/Female-led household and owner of a stable of slaves, I am regularly confronted by the interrogations of Women who, notwithstanding their Female supremacist convictions, are unable to understand the strict discipline I enforce upon My slaves.  More significantly, apart from these proclaimed dominant Women, I am convinced there is a large proportion of Females in society who, even though they would not take the step of considering themselves as dominant, could easily see the benefits of assuming a superior status in a world where males would be reduced to a subservient role. These Women are sincerely open to the idea that males’ primary function is to labor for them and provide them with a pleasant, luxurious life.  Many of these Ladies, while evolving conservatively within the structures of patriarchal societies, already have the capacity and determination to use their Feminine powers and charms to maneuver males and exploit them thoroughly. These Women have always existed, in all societies, even the most radically misogynist ones. They are astute, often extremely intelligent, usually very seductive, and shrewd.  They know how to reverse a lose/lose situation to their advantage, against all odds.  They operate on an individualistic mode and not necessarily because they do not care about the condition of other Women.  Rather, they have no time to waste engaging in a confrontation with a rigid patriarchal order that would have no other choice then to crush them to set an example.  Instead of exposing themselves uselessly, they concentrate on making the best of adverse circumstances.  These Women are simply far too superior to the societies they have had the misfortune to be born in.   It should be noted that the popular opinion on them is somewhat ambiguous.  They inflame the imagination and are celebrated as half Goddesses, but they are also despised for being immoral and cruel.  Cleopatra is a famous example.  She was admired, and she was the object of popular fantasies, yet she had to be vilified for not playing by the rules, for seducing males to get to her ends, and for using all the assets at her disposal to fend off the formidable attacks of the Roman empire.  She probably was simply an intelligent, seductive and determined Woman who managed to do the best in a very difficult and dangerous situation.  She’s one extreme example, but there have been millions like her throughout human history.  Women have managed to get the upper hand, to turn difficult situations to their advantage, to secure power and wealth for their personal gain.  Some became known, the vast majority remained anonymous. I  would like to call them the beta-Alpha Women.  They are the Women who manage to ascend to an Alpha position in a patriarchal society where Women are traditionally restrained to a beta status.  Typically, they are wise enough to remain the power behind the throne, extremely influential, often deadly dangerous, yet not interested in inverting the social order, as long as it plays into their interest.  In fact, their attitude has even become a hallmark of Femininity.  Why confront brute force head on, when it’s easier to circumvent it, domesticate it and use it to one’s advantage?

These Women might not be the majority, but they represent an important percentage of the Female population.  They don’t usually try to stand out and attract too much attention.  They feel comfortable keeping a conservative, conformist beta-Alpha role, although they belong to that clan which is determined—and able—to use and exploit males methodically.  I am confident it is these Women who would most easily accept to see males reduced to slavery for their personal gain, specially if it secured their opulence, power and dispensed them from having to take precautions to preserve males’ susceptibility.  Yet for the time being these Women would be uneasy about having slaves, simply because they find the harsher aspects of slavery too crude.

Now there is no doubt in My mind that most of these Women, were they to be teleported by a stroke of magic wand to a world where they would naturally belong to the ruling class of slave owners and experience the pleasures of a heightened life freed of all tedious and menial concerns, would then see nothing wrong in having a population of devoted males kept in abject servitude beneath them.  Experienced from inside, and at the top, the harmony of such a social order would easily become obvious to them, and they would see how perfectly complementary both genders can become under Female supremacy rule.  There would be little argument then about all the advantages to be found in the enslavement of males, not only for the Ladies as Rulers, but for the males themselves, as their zeal and their devotion would be a testimony to their natural dispositions for servitude under proper Feminine guidance.

It is a regrettable fact that in our world some aspects of male enslavement and disciplining in a Female-led household remain misunderstood and considered too brutal by many.  Even the most liberal and evolved societies are still entrenched in patriarchal values, and for most Women, and men, their frame of reference prevents them from considering a Female supremacist/ Female-led lifestyle without misinterpreting the core principals it is based upon.  Even the word Supremacy itself is abhorred and seen in connection with the worst aspects of human history—patriarchal history, that is.  The same is obviously true about slavery.  It is next to impossible to show to a neophyte the beauty of Female supremacy and male slavery, while they are obvious to those involved.  To the outsider, the total enslavement of males to their Keepers is just as disgusting as any other form of slavery that ever existed, i.e., the brutal exploitation of defenseless people, deprived of basic rights, and dignity.

It is true that not much seems to distinguish common slavery from the servitude of My slaves.  I would be the first to point out that slaves in My household are just that: slaves.  They are deprived of freedom, subjected to iron discipline and compelled to toil endlessly to ensure the pleasant life I feel entitled to. In return for their sacrifices and rather frugal lifestyle, they have no other reward to expect than the knowledge of My satisfaction, which I do not necessarily bother to express, or in the alternative, severe punishments.

But My slaves are not victims. This is the fundamental difference.

They certainly do not see themselves as victims.  They have not only accepted their enslavement, they have craved it. For them it has been the consecration of their highest ambition.  They have implored Me desperately, been willing to accept any sacrifice, gone through an exacting selection process and painful trials to be even considered worthy of being enslaved by Me.  Those very few who eventually made it to My stable have demonstrated a touching determination to submit to any abasement and ordeal to lay their freedom and resources at My feet.  And there is no doubt they have vowed an eternal gratitude to Me for having condescended to accept them.

There lies another difference: My slaves abhor the thought of freedom.  Unlike all slaves of the patriarchal world, they are terrified of ever being sent away and freed.

My males relish My ownership over them. They embrace their servitude and are fervently grateful to Me for it, even for the most oppressive aspects of it.  They might squirm under My whip or suffer silently for hours and days, at My whim, but their adoration for Me keeps growing by the day.  The kicks, the slaps and the whip strokes are dreaded, but always received thankfully, as signs of attention from their Keeper.

The point is, using the frame of reference of the patriarchal world, My slaves are much more comparable to monks or priests than to slaves.  They have not been abducted, they have enthusiastically abandoned their ancient life, they have relinquished their freedom, their belongings and most of what constituted their former existence, and they have willingly chosen a life of discomfort and hardship, subjected to the most rigid discipline, exactly as monks or priests enter into an order.  Their purpose is the same, to be cleansed of their weaknesses and fears, and to be infused with an inflexible power and determination.  They have chosen this painful existence of labor and extreme austerity where they will be deprived of all but the basic essentials, and at first sight there is little that seems to differ from that life and that of the lowest and most ill treated of slaves.  Except that transcending motivation that makes them embrace all these hardships with enthusiasm and a sense of purpose: Adoration.  Whether they are monks worshiping some abstract deity, or My slaves venerating Me, their living Goddess of flesh and blood, they aim at becoming part of the Deity they adore.

To My slaves I am the incarnation of the Divine Feminine.  By sacrificing worldly comforts and pleasures to devote their life to serving Me, they strive to live in perfect harmony with My divinity.  In their case, this divine beauty they have chosen to sacrifice to and to serve is not some abstract or invisible deity, it is I, a Woman of flesh and blood.  By renouncing world possessions and pleasures and choosing the arduous path of discipline and sacrifice, the monks get beyond and above their human limits and serve their deity, becoming a part of its divinity, a humble and insignificant part in harmony with the whole universe.  I am this deity to My slaves, I am the Supreme Being in their universe, and by enforcing their slavery I am allowing them to follow the path of servitude and worship to Me, I offer them the possibility to empower themselves and reach a heightened state of existence, of fulfilling a superior purpose, freed from themselves and sacrificing their lives for My betterment and prosperity.  For them, lesser creatures only destined to serve the Woman, it is the unique chance in a lifetime to fulfill their destiny.

Both the slave and the monk have had the revelation of a deity, both aim at attuning themselves to that infinitely superior order so as to become engulfed by it and achieving a perfect symbiosis with it.  For both, that unification is possible only by becoming purely selfless servants, fit to serve blindly to the point of becoming mere extensions.  Such selflessness is possible only to those who have freed themselves from their human limitations.

And to free oneself, one has to relinquish all freedom.

There lies the paradox that is so difficult to grasp for outsiders, whether it concerns the ascetic rule of monks or the abject servitude of My slaves.  Would it come as a surprise to some by stating that My slaves eventually know a freedom they could never have attained otherwise?  And yet it is the simple truth they experience every day.  They are freed from themselves.  They are empowered because they are cleansed of their fears, their weaknesses, the greed, jealousy, petty frustrations that plagued their previous life.  They desire nothing but to serve and please Me, and I gracefully grant them the opportunity to devote all their resources and talents to that goal.  I even help them get beyond themselves by being Myself ever more exacting and demanding, and severely correcting them for any failure to give full satisfaction.  Am I not the ever generous One?

They adore Me for it.  As their Goddess, the incarnation of all Feminine graces, I allow them to serve Me to the point where they unify with Me.  I reduce them to such mindless obedience that they respond to My commands instinctively.  My satisfaction is their happiness, My displeasure is their instant torment.  My ascendency over them is such that I have reshaped them to My liking, imprinting My philosophy into their docile minds.  They are not only Mine, they are an integral part of Me.  But this is a totally unbalanced fusion, I am the brain, they are additional members, like tentacles, yet tentacles that will remain suitably expandable.

This is the supreme, ultimate gift that I, as their revered Goddess, generously offers to My slaves: the chance to become a part of My superior Feminine entity, to accomplish that symbiosis, where their inferior masculine form of life becomes a complementary part of My superior life, and they are allowed to partake in My greater destiny.  They are eager to assume the basic, menial part of the symbiosis, while I can thrive on their resources and labor to attain higher goals.

This is where the role of discipline is indispensable.  I suppose many have already wondered, if My slaves are so devoted, so willing to serve Me, living in such harmony with My dictates, why do I subject them to such an oppressive discipline?  Why the whips, the painful punishments, the abasement?  For the simple reason that My slaves are just that:  slaves.  This is how I want to treat them, as this is what they are meant to always remain, abject slaves.

It is their station.

Is this cruel?  Perhaps, but judging such cruelty negatively still means being impaired by the patriarchal frame of reference.  It is essentially sensible, and indispensable, to maintain My slaves in their servile condition.  For My own good, and My slaves as well.  Male atavisms are never very far, even for the best trained slaves.  Without the unrelenting pressure of My foot on their neck, My slaves would start being a little sloppy in their toil, they would become a trifle lazy, and would soon relapse into self indulgence, self preservation and self entitlement.  Self… self… self…Yes, so much “self” spells the return of the abominable male ego.  No symbiosis is possible then.  Needless to say, they would become useless and I certainly will not tolerate that.

Wisely, I want My slaves humble, devoted, perfectly trained and always ready to jump at the click of My pretty fingers.  This is why they must feel oppressed by My yoke at all times.  They actually need and welcome that oppression as they sense how indispensable and beneficial it is for them, how it helps them to keep focused on their service to Me.  That said, slavery is not easy.  It has to be painful, exhausting, requiring a constant effort on the part of the slaves.  A slave must struggle to accomplish his tasks, so that at the end of each day he will have this small feeling of achievement for having gone through his day of labor for his Keeper, yet he must be kept aware that doing his hardest was barely enough to serve Her satisfactorily.  For the same reasons, the living conditions for slaves must be austere and minimal.  Adequate to keep them fit for their work and in good health, but bared of any superfluous comforts.  Sacrifices are the small victories of the slave, most often unknown and ignored by his Keeper.  All these privations the slave has to withstand with resilience, they each constitute a small triumph over himself, a little reward for his pain.  The slave takes pride in bearing silently these daily hardships to serve his Keeper.  Even though they are indifferent to Her, they are the expression of his obedience and devotion to Her and link him permanently to Her world of peace, harmony and luxury.  Each instance when he has to grind his teeth and put up with hardship, he is reminded of how pleasurable and glorious his Keeper’s life is in contrast.  The knowledge that his sufferings and deprivations are a direct consequence of Her opulence fills him with renewed veneration and gratitude.  His miserable servitude is a small contribution to Her superior life.

Because this is austere and demanding, there are moments when the slave will be low-spirited, when he will doubt his own determination and his capacity to cope under the yoke.  These are the moments when he will cringe under the punishment, when it might seem the most unbearable to him, but when he will also be the most grateful for it, as he will see in it the hallmark of Her attention for him.  The brutal expression of the Keeper’s imperious despotism, that will spur him to new depths of labor and abasement.  Whips and excruciating punishments are not superfluous to ensure the total submission of My slaves to such a harassing existence.

There are two complementary aspects to the discipline I impose on My slaves.

First are My dictates, the set of rules I enact at My whim, to regulate each aspect of their lives and the etiquette they must observe in dealing with Me.  This is the Oppression aspect of the discipline.

Next, is the Repression aspect.  The physical abuse and punishments that I inflict at My whim, either as retribution for any mistakes or disobedient behavior, or for no particular reason save for My own enjoyment.  This will serve as a reminder of their station of slavery to Me.

That repressive role of discipline is without question indispensable from the very beginning of the enslavement.  There is no question an element of violence exists in slavery.  For the Keeper, there is the necessity to burden Her slave and to purge him of his ego so that he becomes properly receptive to his training.  Harsh punishments and painful restraints are indispensable to break the male and reduce him to absolute submission, not the kind of submission he has self chosen, but the absolute, perfectly servile submission the Keeper demands.  Once broken, the slave can be implemented with the proper obedience patterns using training methods such as conditioned reflexes.  The Keeper will find it easy to then reconstruct the slave’s personality with renewed instincts and priorities, so that She becomes the central focus and the supreme authority that takes precedence over the male’s self preservation instincts.

The slave’s mind will be indelibly branded by this taming, and he will always thirst, even if unconsciously, for the whip and tortures dispensed by his Keeper.  My slaves are frantically grateful for their punishments.  Whenever I have been punishing them, it is gratifying to see in their eyes the fervent gratitude with which they thank Me, and I know their adoration for Me has grown by a notch.  Repressive discipline is always salutary for the slaves, and they welcome it, they even crave it, as it cleanses them of their negative male atavisms and helps them relinquish their ego, their fears linked with greed, self preservation, self entitlement, possessiveness.

But if Repressive discipline is essential to enslave and tame males, Oppressive discipline will play a no less significant role in the long run.  Enslavement is an act of colonization, of depriving a male of his original self, to replace it with a new subservient one.  There is nothing left of his former existence, hence there is a feeling of loss and a fragility in the servile male.  The discipline will be essential to ensure the new slave’s personality is kept under the yoke for the continuity of the servitude.  The slave is a prisoner, and he needs to be rigidly maintained in his station of slavery.  He can not be permitted to revert to his original life.  He must serve a life time sentence of servitude, going through the motions of living an existence that has been devised for him by his Keeper.  Without the unrelenting pressure of discipline, the slave’s domesticated personality would dissolve.  Instead, the set of strict rules regimenting his servitude will accompany him each step of his domesticated life.  He will be able to cling to it, and it will help him feel permanently the guidance of his Keeper’s power over him.  The Keeper has no time, and certainly no desire, to keep an eye on each of Her slaves permanently. If She is all important to them, unique, the exclusive focus of their lives, they in turn are basically a commodity to Her.  As a pack of slaves are relatively essential for Her comfort and wealth, yet individually each male is of negligible importance.  Fundamentally, slaves have to remain mostly interchangeable and easily replaceable.  The Keeper is far above Her slaves, Her life is rich, full and diverse, and She has many interests outside of Her household.  For that reason slaves are easily prone to feel left to themselves.  The oppressive discipline the Keeper imposes on them will play the role of slave driver.  The stricter the rules, the more controlled will feel the slave, and the more omnipresent will be the Keeper’s authority.  The male’s conscience will ensure he will find it hard to transgress the Keeper’s laws without feeling a terrible pressure and salutary guilt.  This permanent control is welcomed and desired by the slave as a support each steps of his laborious life, guarding him from erring and disobeying.

In conclusion, I want to stress that I purposefully made a concession to our society’s frame of reference by exposing extensively the male’s motivations and behavior.  I did it primarily because My purpose here was to expose the dynamics of slavery in the Female dominated household and to shed the proper lighting on the virtues of discipline for slaves.  My point was to dissipate the usual confusion between the abominations of slavery in patriarchal societies, and the self-chosen and enthusiastically embraced slavery of My slaves and those in other Female dominated households.

Nevertheless, it is important to keep in mind that slaves’ concerns are of secondary importance in a Keeper/slave relationship.  In My household, only My motivations and interests are worthy of consideration.  I hope to have somehow demonstrated that once enslaved, a male is little more than a tool, a creature entirely devoted to My betterment, and trained to mold his opinions on My dictates.  As it should be, I, the Keeper, do not have to be concerned by My slaves’ views, motivations and feelings, I can rest assured they are the ones I trained them to have and they will always conform with My exigencies.  So to conclude, let’s consider Female supremacy/Female-led relationships under the right angle, the Keeper’s view on it, and be rid of the patriarchal society’s frame of reference.  There is no undue attention to devote to slaves, they are nothing but a pale reflection of their Keeper’s will.

And this is just as it should be! :-D

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Happy Father’s Day

June 14th, 2012

I would like to wish all the loving and supportive fathers and fathers-to-be a Happy Father’s Day.  As some of you may know, My father has passed, but I still celebrate in the honor of all good dads around the world!  XX <3

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Happy Memorial Day

May 28th, 2012

Happy Memorial Day to all service people and all those who love and appreciate them. Those who paid the ultimate price for our freedoms deserve far more than a single holiday every year and it’s important for us all to remember through the cookouts and get-togethers what this day is really all about.

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Mother’s Day!

May 13th, 2012

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mothers, Step-Mothers, Mothers-to-be and Adoptive Mothers.  And a special tribute to all the military Moms and Moms with Children in the military. XO

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Making Good Use of Male Slaves

April 7th, 2012

Another holiday and another opportunity to make good use of one of My slaves to help the ones who most need.  Those of you who have been following My blog already know how I firmly believe actions will always be more telling than words.  As a proponent for the doctrine of Female-led relationships, I consider it a duty to demonstrate the excellence of male enslavement by Women, not only for Myself and My Sisters, but for the good of the whole world.  And what better way to illustrate the improvement of males under My yoke than to regularly put them at work for the worthy causes and charities I care about?

So this Easter, as customary, I used one of My slaves disguised as an Easter Bunny to hand out candy baskets to children from the Center where I operate.  Another illustration of how much the exploitation of male slaves can be beneficial for the community—under the proper guidance, of course.  :-D  Men were born to serve Women, and My slaves only exist to serve Me, so it’s only fitting that I should also use them to reflect how caring and generous Women naturally are, and how the world would be a better place if all men worshiped their Women!

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Mail Bag: When To Start Belief In Female Supremacy?

March 18th, 2012

Dear Saharah,
I have a younger sister and I look forward to telling her about Female Supremacy when she comes of adult age. I believe Female Supremacy as a lifestyle should be taught in households by Women. I was wondering what you thought about this? Should children be educated early on in the basic principles of not only Female empowerment, but supremacy over men?
Brad

Dear Brad:
I understand the passion with which you may live your life and I also understand full well the tendency for a belief system to see itself multiplied across society at large. Religion and politics manages to do this, so why shouldn’t the belief in Female Supremacy? After all, a lifestyle replete with Goddess worship is somewhat akin to religion and there certainly is a political element to it as well. Perhaps in an ideal world, children could grow up under a sophisticated, thoughtful, and elegantly executed culture in which the essence of the Feminine was celebrated as divine, humanity attuned to and paid homage to the cycles of nature, treasured compassion and love, and Women and Girls were upheld, worshiped, and honored rightfully as wellsprings from which all human life enters the world. In this perfect world, men would work as adoring servants under the auspices of Female Supremacy. It’s quite a vision, I do admit—a vision that lends to many wonderful fantasies.

Then there’s the reality of our world, and that reality, among other things, includes the social balance between men and Women—a balance Women (and men) fought long and hard to achieve and only now have attained after so long. Our society in the West has been built upon the premise of democratic (and meritocratic) value, giving fair voice for all to pursue their lives and fathom their own dreams. As such, some of us choose to live a life based rigidly upon the tenets of Female Supremacy, but not all of us do, and each person within our society has the right to live the way She or he sees fit. If we profess to celebrate in this exuberance, we will honor it by not harshly indoctrinating future generations one way or another. I am a firm believer in the marketplace of ideas, philosophies, and social practices between adults.

I accentuate adults in that last line, because I believe adults, with fully developed minds, are far more in the position to make rational and balanced decisions about concerted directions of their lives—especially the lifestyle of Female Supremacy that is, to one extent or another, based upon psycho-sexual and carnal realities shared between Female and male. Why do children need to be taught about such things? I say this: let them be children! Lift them up to the stars and show them the full breadth of all things available in the mantle of our universe. Add to the reef of their souls by providing them with many experiences, having them know many different people, and encouraging their love of culture and the written word. Show them the beauty in a sunset as much as the rising moon (how many, dear readers, have you seen of either in your lifetimes thus far?), show them the beauty in a diamond and a dragonfly’s wings. Challenge them, push them, and make them see themselves not as who they are, but who they can be. Make them question and criticize. Make them thrive under the supremacy of free thought, but leave sex supremacy out of the equation in their childhood, for not only are such sexual matters immaterial to their early years, indoctrinating such notions into their minds before they have a chance to consider others will make them more rigid to the world and shut off to the spectrum of beliefs thriving around and about them within society at large.

It just so happens to be My belief that when Girls and boys come of age in an environment that doesn’t force itself and its beliefs upon them, the truth of higher Female value becomes self-evident. Children don’t need to be cleverly indoctrinated into believing it. They don’t need to be brainwashed or hypnotized into seeing the light. Free from oppressive influences which have historically always been patriarchal in nature, they are left with the open step to travel what paths they may. The path of ardor and desire for the Female sex is not an impoverished one; most will find themselves upon it once poisons of male-centric religion and antiquated thought are properly removed. As Female Supremacists, we show the world the good in our acts by not putting it in chains. We will keep the world in our hands by not clenching our fists.

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Keeper and dog.

February 10th, 2012

Every dog should be so lucky as to receive a whipping from his Keeper.  After all, everything She gives him is a blessing. ;P

(Additional photos from series to be uploaded to private journal.)

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Season’s Greetings Everyone!

December 25th, 2011

Created by My lovely slave, nanshakh. :-D

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Mail Bag: Female Supremacy—A Dominatrix Cult Of Pseudoscience?

December 3rd, 2011
Woman with a whip: an icon of Female Supremacy

A Woman with a whip: always just BDSM?

I’ve been reading your blog since 2009. I was wondering if you could answer two questions I have for you about your beliefs. I know you’ve answered these questions in a few different ways before on your blog, but I wanted to put them to you directly to see what you’d say.

My first question is about pseudoscience. There are people who accuse Female Supremacists of “pseudo-science,” or at least being very selective with scientific facts about the biology of sex differences for their own agendas. Does science really support belief in Female Supremacy? Is there any reason to believe Female supremacy exists as a solid ideology and lifestyle beyond Femdom BDSM?

—Ash

To answer your first question, yes and no. One would be a little naive to not see some level of shoehorning going on to justify ideas of Female Supremacy from time to time, and I’ll be the first to be completely frank and sober about that reality. People—Women and men, misogynists and misandrists, liberals and conservatives, et al—spin findings and facts quite regularly, or gratuitously misinterpret them to suit a political/ideological agenda. This is as much true about Female Supremacism as notions of male supremacism (I just can’t capitalize it—sorry!), the latter having a much longer wrap sheet in history courting junk science, cleverly constructed hate groups, religions based upon pro-male mythologies, and enforcing cultural double-standards that have favored men and justified the oppression of Women since time out of mind. Let’s not forget the on-average 10% larger brain size of males was once used to assert men were naturally more intelligent than Women. Research has debunked that myth, of course. Today, we now know that since males tend to have greater muscle mass than Females, they require more neurons to power them. [1]

While some certain findings in the scientific community are relevant to Me and My beliefs, I do not pull out a Female-positive result from recent research to declare “science now proves Female Supremacy to be valid” (scientists, for the most part, steer clear of such sensitive value judgements). What I’m really doing is inviting people to consider all facts holistically with things many of us intuitively sense or personally observe about Women and men in real life, beyond controlled studies. Before such studies made it official, the social exuberance of Women—how there tends to be a certain “something” to Women that allows them to be emotionally/cognitively empathetic—was a well recognized, or at least culturally assumed Feminine attribute.  Research affirms this by pointing to the Female brain’s on-average greater ability to empathize and socially interact. [2]  Are the results of this report statistical noise? Is culture really behind it all? Are these sex differences hardwired in the brain? I can’t say for sure. In fact, no scientist can really say so for sure, either (for now), but there are interesting papers one finds from time to time that support age-old wisdoms. Culture may (and does, on some level) reinforce these differences and assumptions about the sexes, but the Female advantages toward empathy are shown to be innate in the average Female…at least in the paper I just cited, and others like it. We know Females, on average, tend to have better memory than males. [3] Genetically, we know Females benefit from having two X chromosomes, whereas males possesses an X and a Y chromosome (the latter a degraded X now used to determine maleness). Having two sets of fully functioning chromosomes helps Females in dealing with disease and environment more efficiently than males. [4] Socially, one can easily prove the negative cost of males through statistics on crime, rape, suicide etc. [5], [6], [7]

I’ll stop here (I could go on) to say that none of the above facts–and they are facts, by the way, not “junk science”—prove justification for Female Supremacy per se, but taken as a whole, and in consideration with other realities of the human condition, they definitely do (to Me and others who believe in what I believe) help to build a basis for a belief in “Female=better.” Stepping outside of that belief for a moment, one should take care to counter-weigh it with the reality that for some things, males are generally better suited (physical strength, eye-hand coordination, spatial tasks, etc). This is why I tend to steer away from contextual arguments of “superiority,” and prefer speaking in terms of aggregate supremacy. I could set aside the science and statistics that merely affirm My beliefs and then turn to the more abstract —like Female intuitiveness, emotional depth, and better leadership skills. In terms of reproductive importance, it’s not hard to see how valuable Women are and disposable men can be after insemination. In terms of the politics of sex, it’s also not rocket science to see who holds the cards 9/10 times; the Female aesthetic, as tomes of literature and art over the centuries tell, has tremendous advantages. I still haven’t mentioned (and won’t get into) the growing excellence of Women in education, politics, and business, and how demonstrably important they are in terms of leadership and a much-needed social conscience (Late-2000 Financial Crisis, anyone?) In the end, it’s not My duty to convince anyone of the wisdom in embracing Women as rightly supreme, even though I think there is a very good argument for it. It’s not simply a religion of wishful thinking, brought on by an interest in BDSM lifestyles.

Speaking of that, on to your second question:

Is there any reason to believe Female supremacy exists as a solid ideology beyond Femdom BDSM and fetish?

If you tend to frequent the world of BDSM, you might have a hard time believing the doctrine of XX > XY can exist outside of fetishes and D/s games. Regardless, many relationships otherwise free of corporal punishment and D/s psychosexual control dynamics recognize the higher authority of the Woman in the relationship, and Women overall in the family. It’s often spoken of in jest (She wears the pants in this relationship), but one would be mistaken to believe there’s never a thread of truth to such jests. While I’d never say the subtle to sometimes blatant examples of male-bashing seen in the media [ 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 ] from time to time are synonymous with notions of Female Supremacy, they seem related to a distrust of and contempt for men comparatively to Women. On the flip side, our infatuation with the glamor and power of Women often goes beyond a simple itch for “establishing equality.” Society, if you care to notice, has a mild obsession with Women, with how they look, how they dress, how they act, and so on. It (culture) may not be “Female Supremacist,” but it often seems increasingly Female-centric in that it spends a great deal of time focusing on Women, positively or even negatively.

All that aside, notions of Female Supremacy do in fact exist outside the vacuum of the Femdom paradigm (those who don’t want to acknowledge this fulfill a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy in what they “see”). If Female Supremacism didn’t reach too far beyond BDSM Femdom, I would imagine Ashely Montague wouldn’t have written that book of his in 1952, Erica Jong wouldn’t have gone on about the Female being the “more spiritually advanced sex,” Jane Alpert wouldn’t have seen Females as the new stewards of Mother Earth in the “next evolution” of humanity, destined to wrest “social and economic control” from men, and “Jane” Chalkstone, a suffragette, mind you, wouldn’t have been quoted for saying Women were a “great deal superior to men” in 1863. With that said, this is perhaps a good moment to point out that while a great many radical Feminists aren’t Female Supremacists, it’s probably safe to say a portion do lean in that direction, as scandalous as that may be for Feminism’s politically correct balancing act.

As for the idea beliefs in Female Supremacy are strictly relegated to the antics of fetish or BDSM, one could answer by asking the following: do you happen to know at least one Woman or Girl in your life who smugly regards men in general as uncouth, predictable hornballs almost always malleable to Feminine persuasion? Chances are you may. They may not have ever whipped a man or slapped him silly to put him in line, but to assume there are no lesser or greater leanings toward “Female is better” with such sentiments meanders into the naive, I think. I understand the desire to paint all Female Supremacists as cultish dominatrices living a life of closet deviancy: it makes them look surreal and absurd, especially when one considers the cartoon BDSM has become in the public conscience. What’s really absurd, however, is claiming all Female Supremacists are the same; that’s about as naive as asserting all Christians are the same, for instance.

Contrary to the negativity (and hope) of some, Female Supremacy isn’t just about adult play; it’s not all candied cherry ballgags, black latex rainbows, and bondage unicorns, unless that’s all it ever really means—to you. Are there Female Supremcists who incorporate overt dominance over men in the form of Mistress/slave relationships? Of course. Are there Female Supremacists who are in otherwise traditional and loving relationships with men? Yes (believe it or not). Are there Female Supremacists who want nothing to do with men whatsoever? Most certainly. We’re everywhere, and in many different forms, really. We may be your neighbor, your friend, and even your boss. We might be your Mother or Daughter. We might be your Girlfriend or Wife. Some of Us only express our sentiments intellectually or politically and some of us incorporate those sentiments strongly in Our lifestyles, with or sans whip. And of course, Female Supremacists come in many male forms, too, some merely playing the part for kink, and others passionately motivated in their beliefs.

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Refuting Misogynist Rhetoric

November 9th, 2011

It probably isn’t too hard to see that we live in very interesting times for both sexes. At no point before in history has a resounding affirmation for the continued liberation of Women across the world been heard, and at no time in history has the excellence of the Female been lauded more. From college campuses to the halls of congress, Women are proving in exponential numbers that they are just as capable as men, and then some.

You may also know of an (arguably) developing trend in our contemporary age around a new Female archetype that is decidedly alpha, and Women aren’t the only ones on board with it; many men find themselves enthusiastic supporters, not only of Female equity with men, but of a new generation of modern Women who prefer Female led relationships, where the male is beta. Along with this has come the increasing sentiment that Females are not only equal to males, but in many ways superior to them. Research continues to find that from many key perspectives, the Female is biologically superior to the male. Overall, social statistics clearly shows the problems males present to society in the form of violent crime, sexual assault and domestic abuse. The presence of Female students in universities continues to rise while male participation stresses to keep up. In politics, media and business, the value of the Feminine touch is increasingly sought after.

Then of course there are people like myself, who outwardly advocate Female Supremacism, and suggest living Female-led relationships without apology or pretense. I’m certainly not unique. Others have come before me, with similar refutations of male hegemony and the advocacy of Female dominance in relationships.

Such sentiments aren’t appreciated by all, however. There are some men in the world who feel exactly the opposite; they are threatened by the growing wave of Female empowerment and advocacy. They seek to overthrow it in whatever way they can through sociopolitical disinformation campaigns. Below are some of the more typical gimmicks employed to this end. Learn to identify disinformation tactics and their typical authors, for the first step in proper retaliation is identifying your target.

The man masquerading as Woman

The internet is of course an uncertain place, and one never knows who one is really dealing with online. This is generally not of much consequence if an argument is sound; thoughts are, after all, thoughts, regardless of the dubious nature of the poster, but there comes a time when sexist rhetoric is often better pawned off through the object of that sexism itself, so as to give the illusion of legitimacy and acceptance by its very victims. Men have often found it more beneficial to play the part of a Woman bemoaning the evils of so-called “Feminism”, or advocating (albeit gently) the virtue of misogyny. Beware of supposed “Women” who have made it their mission to modestly denounce Female Supremacy or encourage the sexist degradation of Women and Girls; chances are you’re likely dealing with a bitter man who has too much time on his hands. Well, on one hand, in the very least.

The pro-male propagandist

Some men enjoy building blogs and/or websites that drone on endlessly about the evils of Feminism AND Female Supremacy, all under the precept that their rants are based on objective observation. Fair enough. We all have a right to our opinions and what we have gleaned from our experiences, but when common sense is blurred and logical argumentation meanders into willful propaganda and hate mongering, their agendas are obvious. Some are downright brilliant in their writing, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that their “objective criticisms”, are anything but. Be wary of men who make Feminism—a sociopolitical movement to achieve civil equality with men—synonymous with Female Supremacy. The two are distinctly separate philosophies and separate phenomena, but it’s understandable the benefit they get by lumping the two together; making Feminism a doctrine of supremacy for the Female incites anger and creates the perfect bogeywoman to rail against.

The arguing ostrich

There are some men who will openly request evidence of Female superiority, often with the requirement of “scientific metrics” and “peer-reviewed papers”. When they receive accredited resources that support, for instance, Female biological or social/behavioral advantages over males, they lazily refute them, all the while failing to answer with any countering citations of their own. Instead they may suddenly shift to more obscure methods of argumentation, like “philosophy”, despite it was they who originally wanted hard evidence, hard metrics, books, etc. With such gross intellectual irresponsibility, such a person is usually not all that effective in argument, but if his rhetoric is crafted cleverly enough, the ignorance he peddles can become partially convincing to misinformed readers. Do the research. Get the facts, and determine for yourself where you stand. Don’t allow a propagandist crank’s “take” on science, history, politics or sociology to become yours just because it’s easy to read and agree with, or because it’s politically safe.

The “femdom” Female Supremacist

There are men who worship and adore Women physically, mentally and spiritually, and so doing, serve as their slaves, and then there are men who centralize it strictly around their shallow hormonal drives. Fixated hopelessly upon their kinks, cross dressing, erotic obsessions and self drama, these men make the worship of Women little more than a vehicle for what it is they truly worship: their erections. The greedy and self-centered erotic fantasies of males serve as a poor substitutes for representing the spirit of true Female worship and Female Supremacy, turning the idea into little more than kinky fun. Don’t let the leather, strap-on and sissy caricatures produced by and made for men stand in place of higher intellectual exchange on the subject of Female Supremacism or the practice of it, more particularly.

The (patriarchal) mystic

Finally there are men (and Women) who fight for male dominion through religious propaganda of varying degrees, quoting chapters and verses to justify continuing a legacy of discrimination toward Women and the disproportional benefit of men. Cross or crescent, Female Supremacy represents a threat, as it undermines patriarchal divinity and holds Women sacred, leading to the ideas of Goddesses, Matriarchal societies, etc. Hiding behind religious rhetoric, they further the legacy of their male dominance and gentle misogyny by attempting to make strong, thinking and independent Women who use the power of their sexuality and Female intellect second only to the Devil himself.

It would be refreshing to see so many men (and even some Women) drop the gimmicks and intellectual facades so they can just come out with the truth: they don’t trust Female power and they don’t trust Females in power. More to the point, seeing the Female as “the better sex” is incredibly alarming. They may be misogynists at heart, or slaves to the status quo of political correctness between the sexes. I, on the other hand, mince no words about My biased beliefs—I admit am a Female Supremacist, and I further admit that I’m convinced of the validity of My viewpoints about the sexes. I have challenged men to produce evidence that My arguments for exalting the Female Sex are unsound. Thus far, I have been unimpressed by the counter-evidence, scientific or philosophical, they bring to the table.

 

Further reading:

Females Are Mosaics: X Inactivation and Sex Differences in Disease

The X in Sex: How the X Chromosome Controls Our Lives

The Natural Superiority Of Women

No Safe Haven: Male Violence Against Women at Home, at Work, and in the Community

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