FemDom Supremacy Thesis
(A short fantasy FemDom Supremacy thesis by Madame Rax - a work of fiction, boys)
The undertaking of why men attempt to subjugate their vast superiors, Women, is no small feat. It is necessary work to change the nature of social constructs.
Women, emotionally complex creatures with the keen ability to shamelessly emote, have been taking a backseat to men for centuries.
Men: numb, self-aggrandizing creatures of endless cavemanesque impulse do the grunt work of the earth.
We allow them to be disposables, throwing them to war with each other to preserve Our naturally indispensable roles. Within Our bodies life is first harnessed, and without Our entire being, no human being could ever be created. Powerful hormones surge through Us, as We nurture and protect, give Our care and even (unfortunately) devotion. But it is not necessary. The men are unfeeling, forever trying to weakly bottle their anger and fear, then making excuses why We should try to attain manhood, along with them. We shake that off. For Ours is inherent power. Men are stunted, as they are naturally inferior, and so they go above and beyond the order of nature – to try to rule Us. But We are self-possessed, and only allow them to take what We are willing to give them.
In the end, We own Ourselves. We allow men to give Us their support, in whatever meager way that feel they can, though the feeling of capability in men is very fragile. The slightest challenge of their perceived power results in deep pulses of inferiority. They cry out as caged animals, grasping at their pathetic egos, trying to harness the same physical power that is responsible for their position in legwork. vacillating between rage and unavailability, trying in vain to hold a position of power.
For many years they tried to find a place for Us – beneath them – but those tries reinforced Our delicate and understated power: We were not the stumbling oafs who could only push Our way through life. We drive them, they do not drive Us, and they always try to compete and drive each other – failingly.
For Ours is the homeostasis of value.
Within them is the crying child of obstinate desperation. Within Us is the power of all life. It is not necessary for a Woman to cling to delusions of grandeur. We are grand, and that is all. Men fight and die for Us. We bring up the bubbling feelings of madness within them, the insanity of desire. But that is not Our only place. Our bodies do not even need to bear children to nourish Our natural superiority. The simple idea that We are the trophies, the chosen, the desired acquisition: that is enough. The violent crimes that Women face are an indication of Our rule. An Empress will always have assassination attempts. But We are obliged to snuff out those criminals in Our Empire. For treason, the ultimate price is paid.
And thus is My theory of Female Supremacy.
