Deborah Taylor looked positively stunning dressed in a green satin top, black leather miniskirt, sheeny dark tights, and daring high heels that let out an audible tap with every step. Her left ankle was adorned with a braided gold bracelet, and an equally eye-catching key that danced playfully as she paced back and forth.
Displayed on the bedspread-sized screen behind her was a succession of image after image of good-looking young men, entirely naked, either standing waist deep in Marjorie's pool, behind one of the potted plants, or sprawled out on their stomachs like so many starfish helplessly washed up on the seashore at low tide.
Perfectly submissive to the whims of any woman who might want to take them home.
Other than for the lighted screen and the stage where Deborah stood, the room was otherwise dark. Women like to look but not get caught looking, particularly when it comes to boys this young, despite the universality of this behaviour that all women secretly share.
"They're beautiful, aren't they? It's OK to look, ladies. Don't be bashful. They're not going to roll over; these are tasteful nudes of some of the young men who have signed up for our club."
Every fifteen seconds the projector switched to another image. With each new photo, the roomful of ladies let out a collective sigh, with an occasional gasp added to the mix. Headshots, bare-bottom full body shots, arched backs, big smiles: the ladies' eyes glazed over as any one of nearly two thousand images randomly appeared on the screen.
Deborah obliquely referenced the all-boy activity days -- one semi-public where the boys are scantily clothed, and the other where the boys wear nothing more than a chastity device. "Like watching boys at the playground," she added, "except with nothing left to the imagination."
Every woman in the room had indulged herself in this practice at one time or another. Or ogled over Speedo-wearing boys at a swim meet, relishing it when the wet clingy swimwear crept up their shaved legs and into the cleft of their young asses.
"Can I leave these photos running, or are they too distracting?"
The mesmerizing photos continued, and Deborah proceeded. "On the days these photos were taken, each of these boys kissed me hundreds of times," she boasted. "Sweet innocent pecks on the lips. Over and over. They could just as well have been kissing YOU."
"Are you sure they're not going to roll over?" one of the ladies asked, causing the rest of the room to break out in laughter.
"These are tasteful nudes," Victoria interrupted. "But I assure you, the body part that we intentionally didn't photograph is more than adequate for even the most passionate woman among you."
"We can even teach you how to make any boy get rock hard in seconds," Marjorie shouted, "whether the boy wants to or not - they don't have a choice."
It took nearly a minute for Deborah to calm down the room.
The dozen or so ladies in attendance were new members of the FLR Introduction Club -- a dating group that matches good-looking docile young men with mature women. Few if any of the women seated had ever been in a female led relationship; the weekly Ladies Empowerment Class was part of ongoing instruction for the new recruits of the modern matriarchal mindset. This was their introductory meeting.
"Every one of these beautiful boys kissed me on the lips hundreds of times. Why? Two reasons: I told them to, and I have a vagina."
Giggles erupted from the crowd and several women uncrossed then recrossed their legs, already 'feeling the heat,' as the leaders privately described this common female response. Seeing so many others in the same situation, the crowd giggled again. Deborah paused, turning to face the screen, then back to the ladies.
"The vagina is the portal to the feminine divine. The ancients called it Yoni.
"She is the spirit of our world, the powerful creator and sustainer of everything that exists here on our planet -- a maternal figure who loves unconditionally and wholeheartedly. The Divine Feminine is connected to fertility, birth, and the cyclical nature of life. It is present in the changing seasons of nature, and the cycles of the moon.
"Every woman's vagina is the access point to the feminine divine, the epitome of pure sexual power. It is the essence of female sexual allure. Males crave the vagina; their need is overwhelming. To experience the vagina is to experience ultimate nature. Raw and unambiguous -- divine feminine energy fulfils the spiritual need buried deep behind the fragile masculine mask worn by so many men. Males are preternaturally programmed to submit to female authority, to surrender to its power -- a power only accessed through the vagina.
"A young man's needs are no match to our feminine power -- we can get them to do anything. We have the vagina. We have the power. When the vagina is awakened, its power is unlocked, and it drips with passion. On their knees young men beg to penetrate it by any means possible."
Waxing poetic, Deborah added:
"Oh, to kiss the doors of that portal, fantasizing about going deeper, surrendering to its mystery, submitting to its power -- ready to obey all commands, putting their will and desires secondary to those of the woman's."
Deborah halted momentarily, for dramatic effect.
At this point every woman imagined an endless succession of silky-smooth boys 'doing the dance' while locked in direct eye contact with them -- their penises extended to painful dimensions, then kneeling before them, engaged in endless licking. The boys' tongues also grew to absurd dimensions in the quest for the deepest possible vaginal penetration.
"The fantasies brewing in the minds of boys this age are symptoms of their readiness to shed their masculine mask and submit to female authority. Among them are fantasies about dating women our age, 'Cougars' is the common term they ascribe to us. They are attracted to our self-confidence, maturity, and life experience -- preferring us to girls their own age. Their fantasy includes that we walk around glammed up all the time -- always with perfect hair and makeup, and that we're just as eager to have sex with them as they are to have sex with us."
From the back of the room, Marjorie shouted, "they aren't entirely wrong about that last one," to which the crowd again erupted in giggles.
"Dressed up as I am today exactly matches their Cougar fantasy. Jeans and a sweatshirt would take much less effort on my part, and I would still be able to pick up boys with a preference for older women. The difference is that I couldn't be quite so selective with the boys I meet. Moreover, the closer I match their fantasy, the more naturally boys will comply with the role I have in mind for them.
"Many young men secretly desire a loving female authority. Think of yourself as a mentor who is molding a very lucky young man into a better version of himself. What makes or breaks his commitment to this relationship, and ultimately his success in this important step of his life, is your commitment -- how consistent you are in your role as leader.
"In FLR relationships, the three basic methods to guide males are: clothing restrictions, orgasm control, and domestic discipline. Consistently adhere to these three guidelines and you will have successful relationships.
A woman raised her hand. "And all these boys are available to us?"
Deborah responded, "Some are current members and others are former members -- although for many we still have their contact information. I don't know how many are currently in relationships, and for those who are, if their keyholders are receptive about sharing."
"Sharing?"
Marjorie shouted, "they let you borrow their key."
Another collective sigh, a roomful of women uncrossing and recrossing of legs, and more giggles. Deborah asked Victoria to halt the slideshow when a particularly sexy boy was displayed on the screen.
"A moment ago, I briefly touched on boys' Cougar fantasy," Deborah said. "The boys who sign up for our club also have an FLR fantasy, which in some ways is an extension of the former. Look closely at this boy. He's representative of the boys in our club. Let me tell you about him. Like all boys in the club, he's sexually attracted to women your age and fantasizes about you exerting power over him. He wants to be sexually controlled.
"By a woman just like you.
"The fantasy starts with him thinking of you as his ruler, queen, mistress, goddess, or any number of domineering female titles. You command him and he must obey -- or punishment will occur. He fantasizes about that too. He likes it when you spank him. In his fantasy, you are demanding, strict, beautiful, and powerful. His fantasy includes that you lock him in chastity and publicly wear his chastity key around your neck, or on your ankle.
"On occasion you lock him in a special chastity device -- one with spikes that progressively press into his member the larger his erection grows. For these occasions you first change into a tight skirt and a plunging top that exposes your cleavage. The more consistently you dress this way the more he thinks of you as a dominatrix. He can't stop looking at you, although doing so leaves him in pain, but he just can't look away. Even your high heels sexually arouse him.
"He wishes that you would 'play dominatrix' with him every night. You can also direct your feminine energy to his member whether you're glammed up or not - and he WILL respond.
"His singular pleasure is pleasing you and meeting your approval. He feels special when you make him wear skimpy clothing, you randomly slap his ass, or when you lend him out to service your girlfriends on a whim. He likes the idea of being a sex object. He will shave his body and keep it silky smooth for you.
"When together in public people often think that he is your son. Surreptitiously he reaches out and holds your hand, then presses it to his lips. He tells you that he loves you very much. You reply with, 'tonight you're getting the strap,' which is exactly what he wanted to hear."
Deborah stopped for a moment and asked if there were any questions. She continued.
"It would be exhausting for a woman to maintain this for any length of time, to constantly be 'playing dominatrix' for your little plaything's satisfaction. As the relationship develops this will not be as essential as in the beginning, and in time, your channeling abilities will develop.
"In the grander scheme of things, you are drawing a young man into an FLR relationship with you, for the ultimate goal of changing his focus such that he finds fulfillment through obedience to you, expressed through domestic servitude and meeting your sexual needs.
"Your energy field will overwhelm him -- you just need to channel it. You have the vagina; you have the power. Your orgasms are all that matter -- and your little plaything is just that." Deborah then reached into her purse and unfolded a well-worn piece of paper, introducing it as a tantric legend.
