Cock Worship

Did I get your attention with the title of my post?

"Ah"... the girl smiles noticing that the Master's cock has paid attention to her worshipful regard as she sits in nadu before him, wraps herself around one of his towering muscled legs and places a soft cheek against his manly bulge.

Ancient cultures worshipped the lingum, cock worship, as a sign of fertility. Why does that reduce modern folks to giggles... while by contrast we find it perfectly okay to worship the female principle putting earth goddesses in our offices and gardens?

I have had occasion to think about this a lot in my life. Unfortunately I am one of the many women who have had to recover from sexual violence and in coming to terms with what had happened to me I had to get into the mind of a rapist, try to figure out the "why" of that. Again and again when we encounter stories of rape, literature that involves the sexual abuse of women, what we encounter is the idea that the penis is dirty, penetration is demeaning and degrading, and that the value of the women is less because of the sexual act. That in fact sex is punishment. .... How screwed up is that?

As a woman, I had been socialized to think of my sexual organs as "a treasure", "a gift" for the man I loved. But in so much porn and popular cinema, the male organ was described as something that was dirty and degrading when employed in its natural and joyful purpose.

And so one way in which Master/slave play seems to me to restore a healthy balance is that in our world, his cock is a beautiful maypole around which I dance naked and adorn with flowers.

Within the confines of my chastity belt I burn with desire to have but a taste of his manly splendour. When the girl is graced with his plowing, her spasms of pleasure know no bounds. His cock is the sun at the centre of my solar system and all else revolves around his seasons.