Heat and Dust and Lust and Ritualised Punishment

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So, time before last time I wrote a world-bating post about feminisation (Or I wrote a hot post about uber masculine subs, you choose) but that was one of the things I was never going to write about. Feminisation – not sexy masculine subs – but I’m sure you know that.

Another thing I was never going to write about was Gor.

And yeah, Gor is easy to take the piss out of, but the real truth is that deep down in my heart I know that if I were a male dom I would fucking love Gor to tiny bits. I would be in those chat rooms wanking and sweating and wanking some more while some middle aged housewife going through an identity crisis talked about herself in third person whilst pretending to serve me a mythical drink.

Yeah, like every other person in the world who believes in equality but gets off on inequity, I have the insane conflicted love for a bit of gender supremacy fantasy and I secretly in my dark heart wish that we had something as ridiculously camp and ritualised and sprawling as Gor over on our side of the river.

Also, Gor is a fucking brilliant fucking name for a planet. Best planet name is SF.

And if Gor were just the other way around, fixed up for the way I am wired, it would be the best bloody thing ever. As I will now demonstrate.

True to the source material I have formulated an argument as to why my version of upside down Gor is so blatantly true and might as well be the bible - or something even more true that that.

Because it is in nature! Of course. And we *are* nature. You can’t argue with that. So if you see something happening in nature you might as well recreate it in your own home because that is how evolution works.

And nature tells us that men are for having sex with and women are for picking out the prettiest ones to have sex with.

Men have always had to compete for the female’s attention. And they pick and choose and all that. And males have to make themselves all pretty like peacocks, for example. And with lions, where the lioness does all the hunting and tough stuff and the male lion has to keep his strength up for at night when he is her boy-lion-whore-bitch-sex-slave. And seahorses, obviously. And bees (possibly, I forget what happens with bees, but there’s a queen isn’t there, and, um, drones, so yes. It totally works).

And this all goes to prove that you can pretty much make any point you want with nature because there is a awful lot of it. Oh yeah, and have you seen March of the Penguins? – that is practically about a penguin-based femdom utopia.

So, yeah, you know, upside down Gor. Proof out of the way – let’s start masturbating reading about it.

(Disclaimer: I did just as much research for this post as you probably think I did)

So, basically, it’s all hot and dusty and badly written and stuff. Women live in big castles and are tough and sexy and mean. But fair and honourable. And, yeah, they’re sexy, but it’s no big deal, no one’s looking at them because:

OMG the hot slaves!

Literally and metaphorically hot. Built like Greek gods and covered in sweat (from doing hard *hard* labour).

Yes, the men are, like the women’s slaves. Oh a few aren’t, but they’re weird. But also hot if you capture them and make them be slaves. So although these not-slave men are freaks they are kind of useful when complicity gets dull ’cause they have to be all *forced* and broken and whipped to shit and stuff.

Gosh, isn’t *forced* a nice word.

Anyway, on upside down Gor slave men are traded – bought and sold. There are markets. Men who transgress are punished. Viciously, mercilessly and publicly. (Which is nice.) Or maybe just punished for entertainment. Such awful punishments, predicament bondage and heavily ritualised whipping and stocks and cages and stuff like that. Really dehumanising hot stuff.

Some of the poor things are just kicked around like dogs, or made to whore themselves on the streets, butchly pretty ones wear humiliating skimpy clothes and get prodded to perform bondagey semi-naked suggestive dances with whipping. While drunken women molest them. And they would have to do all this over elaborate honourific address stuff, please, ma’am, may this slave please have permission to…

Golly, I really do like ma’am in the right context. It’s the apostrophe. You can see where his voice cracks even when the word is written on the page.

Anyway, they better get that formal address stuff right or else more whipping. Yeah. Pretty much any excuse for the whipping. And the, you know, submissive positions to vocal commands, and the bondage and… did I already say the bondage? Well I should probably say it a few times because there is so much of it.

Oh, and the key thing is that by doing this they would come to realise that they had never felt more masculine or desirable than when, er, being whipped, and sexually used and whipped a bit more.

Mmm, submission and masculinity - see, it all fits together almost as if I have some kind of plan.

God, that’s hot in a morally dubious way. But then everything I find hot is a bit morally dubious. Fuck, though, just writing this has given me the fuzzies.

In fact I wouldn’t be at all surprised if this post just ended rather abruptly so I could…

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