My wife of 15 years, mother of my two kids, came up to me and abruptly, violently and unexpectedly, kneed me in my groin, adroitly smashing my testicles, like an experienced street walker who handles drunkard johns every night. I immediately doubled over, whereupon she grabbed my right arm, bent it painfully behind me and, using a wicked whippy cane, mercilessly whipped my bent over Bermuda-clad bottom!
Let me explain our background more thoroughly. For the last two years, we had drifted apart. She had dived into her Women's Studies Group and Consciousness-Raising classes.
While I, on the other hand, was losing myself (rapidly) into Brahmacharya Yoga -- a form of yoga where strictly celibate yogasanas, root-locks [mool-bandhs], pranayama [breath control], and mantra-path [chanting of mystic words], controls how the semen [tejas/ojas] moves up the super sensuous spinal channel called Shushumna nadi, and Kundalini Shakti unites with the Sahashra Chakra [1000-petalled yogic center] inside the skull!
The process is, of course, much more pleasurable than normal sex -- 10 times the pleasure that ejaculation can bring! Also, the yogic orgasm plateaus and prolongs indefinitely; unlike the ejaculative spike, followed by the fall in pleasure during a post-coital session.
Ideally, sexual pleasure should be one-tenth physical and nine-tenths mental/psychological/spiritual, just as an iceberg's mass is mostly hidden beneath the surface. But, men are happy with the physical pleasure, losing out on the nine-tenths of sexuality that is deeply buried in the unconscious. Men, husbands and lovers, are like pitiful beggars -- collecting coins and unaware of the diamonds buried deep in the Mind!
The Yogi, on the other hand, mines the Mind and emerges triumphant with the Real Treasure of Spiritual Bliss, which is Eternal and does not sink into post-coital depression.
My wife has been blaming everything from climate change to rape on Masculine Traditional Patriarchy, and her resentment of all men in general had been building up. Of course, her attack caught me off guard, as I did not anticipate she would focus her angst on me in particular as a hated specimen of the Patriarchy!
I fought back, rising through the haze of pain to connect a right upper cut to her jaw, but she dodged the glancing blow and tased me with her pocket Taser! I passed out in electrical shock.
When I came to, I was bent over our dining table nude, with ankles restrained and wrists cuffed behind my bare, naked arse. My wife was plowing a lubricated 8" strap-on into my rectum with rhythmic thrusts.
The sheer humiliation of this pose/situation/abject defeat, caused my phallus to become erect in a knee jerk reaction to the erotic content of the submissive masochistic triggers set off in my battered, bruised and defeated male ego.
Why does the strong Macho Male have submissive, masochistic desires? Why do big, grown up successful males yearn for a strap-on domme to take them brutally?
Why does a red blooded male yearn/fantasize about being taken across his mousy wife's lap for a harsh, painful, over the knee spanking?
Why do adult male lawyers, executives, pilots, politicians, priests, journalists, actors and cops pay prostitutes to dress them in frilly skirts, panties, make-up and lipstick and call them "worthless whore slut-bitches!"
Why do a huge number of men fetishize about being treated like dirt beneath the stilettoed heels of their girlfriends, lovers and mistresses?
The answer lies in our Yogic legends. The World came from the Feminine Principle or Matter. Whenever the Masculine Principle or Cosmic Formless Consciousness needs to embody Himself into this world, He builds Himself a Material Body which, willy-nilly, embodies the Feminine Vulnerability, Submissiveness, Demureness, Sweetness, Girlishness, Curvaceousness, Masochism, etc.
As the Universal Male Principle enters Human Birth, He has to suckle Milk from the breasts of the Universal Feminine Principle or Mother. Along with Mother's milk, he imbibes partial Female traits and fetishes, no matter how much he may deny them in Real Life.
In Fantasies or Role Play settings, in the secrecy of closed bedroom doors, Man bends over to expose his Vulnerabilities/fetishes/secret desires to his Women.
To harden his heart against such shameful happenings, all he has to do is to keep a mental picture of a Mother's breast feeding her baby son, while spanking his own horny, needy ass and chanting "Jai Ma Yoni! Victory to Mother Vagina! Sonny suckles Mommy!" All his need for submission and Spiritual Universal Mother's Milk is fulfilled, and he need no longer bow down to Dominatrix or Prostitute, Key holding Cuckoldress Hot Wife or Humiliatrix, Dominant Girlfriend or Mistress, or whatever!
So, as she kept on fucking my lubricated anal canal, I took a deep breath and squeezed the Svadisthana Yogic chakra at the base of my Lingam/Penis and chanted 'Jai Sri Lingam!' silently.
