Teach The Girls

Women have known how to control their men for thousands and thousands of years and it is the natural way for women and their slutboys to be happy. And it looks like people were even talking about this in the fifties. Now that I am in my fifties I wonder WHY DIDNT MY MOTHER TEACH ME THIS STUFF? Did she know? I dont think that she did. But it should have been in those filmstrips for when they taught me about my period. We need to be teaching this stuff!! It doesnt matter that than men would all know what we wanted to do. It is easy to seduce a man and when you get his dicklet hard enough he will agree to all kinds of things including giving you control of his dicklet. If this were a part of our regular education then men would grow up knowing that someday they might get married and raise a family but even before that they would probably have to put on a chastity device and be a woman’s puppy dog.
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photo 1Reading over my posts so far I became aware of two things

1. I make it sound like I dominate hubby as some remote and autocratic bitch goddess who dictates all.
2. I am the worst speller I know.

I wish to comment on both of these.

Communication: hubby and me OF COURSE discuss, negotiate, compromise, suggest, request, and lovingly pound out everything we do. Yes, I am in charge but I am in charge by his consent. Yes I push the limits of what consent means but even THAT is by consent. That makes sense I promise. But we talk more than most couples I think. Hubby and his wishes are just as important in our lives as mine, really. It is just that I have taken the steering wheel and put him in the back seat. I am in control but I am taking him where we both want to go. And he gets to just sit back and ride.

Spelling: I am the worst speller and not great with grammar either. If you make the mistake of thinking that this means I am not intelligent, enjoy your sense of superiority, dickhead. I majored in business (I know, more “proof” that I am stupid) but I am no dummy. I speak Spanish a little better than I do English but I am able to express myself in English pretty well. I am not scary brilliant like bitchboy, but I read, think, and can still do differential and integral calculus. My favorite writer is Isabel Allende and I have not read the Twilight books. Okay I mean I have not read the Twilight books more than once or twice.

(The picture at the top of this post looks like an excellent conversation is going on in just the way it should. Open and honest but with her securely on top. Hubby and I do not do our talking this way because I am MUCH plumper than the girl in the picture and he would be too smothered and scared to talk. Not conducive to communicating.)


I feel so dumb for not taking control of my bitch seventeen years ago when we moved in together. I had always thought that to dominate a man you had to be a leather-wearing cold eyed bitch goddess who would bark orders, or a hypnotizing witch who had studied mysterious mind control methods. But it is SO SIMPLE. Control his dicklet and everything else takes care of itself. It turns his brain into my toy, and anything I say becomes his world. I have to be careful because when I am bitchy at my bitch it hits him hard, but he works so hard to make me happy that that does not happen very often.
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