This is my femdom blog. I'm a heterosexual man with a strong, compelling, more or less lifelong femdom fetish. Welcome. Main themes here are female domination (always), beautiful female feet (a lot!), foot worship, facesitting/queening, golden showers, discipline, OTK spankings, corner time, chastity, tease & denial, edging, ruined orgasms, humiliation, CBT, FLR, always in natural domestic or public settings. Very little leather, latex, chains and whips. No bi, no cuckolding, no loser stuff. Essentially no nudity, nothing explicit, leaving the (my) imagination free to roam. Pictures from the net (I will of course delete them if they're yours and you let me know you want them gone). Captions by me, inspired by what I spontaneously "hear" the woman/women in a picture say when I first see it, and in most cases this is determined mainly by the facial expression(s) of the woman/women in the picture.
I’m S. A very long time ago, I was this very sensitive, serious and precociously wise little boy that most adults - except those with a living, awake, agile, curious and/or comfortably experienced and loving mind and heart - could never quite see, and either admired excessively, or felt intimidated by. Especially women of more or less the same age as my kind, caring, but those days young and insecure mother - relatives, family friends, neighbours, acquaintances, pre- and junior school teachers - would fawn over me and say things like "he's so smart, so clever", "he'll be prime minister one day", "he'll be a priest", or "what a handsome little boy". Such comments seemed quite odd and misguided to me; all I dreamed of those days was growing up to be a prince or a knight rescuing princesses in peril, an admiral in charge of an armada of beautiful sail ships, the discoverer of unknown lands, someone saving the world, or just a doctor saving my dad who was often seriously ill. I knew I was "clever", but I was also quite sure I had none of the physical attributes that would make me "handsome" in the eyes of girls my own age. None of my childish dreams were ever realised, of course. No princesses in need of rescue ever materialised. My eyes did, as is perhaps bound to happen, fall on girls - more or less my own age - that my heart felt were princesses, but the attraction, the pull I felt, was never quite reciprocated. My mother always told me that beauty comes from within, but I eventually learned that this is not entirely true when it comes to physical attraction, and I've also experienced and come to understand that physical attraction is something that can't be disregarded (clever, huh?). I have now, much, much later in life, begun to think that perhaps my "kinks" somehow started from my childish and extremely romanticised idea of love, combined with the (likely inevitable) failure to find anything like it in real life. From a very early age, I've been fantasising about this beautiful but unattainable girl or woman, the princess, the queen, that would blow me away, bring me to my knees, see me, see into me. From this quite serene, beautiful and most likely not uncommon fantasy, a whole fantasy world involving complete power exchange and definitely non-vanilla activities emerged and grew in my mind. All of this in parallel with a most of the time happy marriage, raising two wonderful, now adult, children, a divorce, a second vanilla long-term relation with a woman, some wilder stuff in between, and a successful career as a scientist and University teacher. This tumblr is where I let my femdom fantasies and longings out, selfishly and entirely for my own pleasure.
P.S. Unless I’m extremely horny, I can’t stand stupidity. I see a lot of repetitive, ridiculous, unrealistic, stereotyping claims on tumblr & elsewhere, and then always have to remind myself they’re someone’s hot fantasy (or part of some scheme?). Huge turn-off every time. Greed, laziness, incompetence, narrow mindedness; same thing. /S
Ruined Orgasms, Explained: Why He Finishes and Still Wants More
Most men think an orgasm is an orgasm.
He finishes. He feels good. He rolls over.
That is the script his body has run his whole life.
A ruined orgasm tears that script up.
He still finishes. The fluid still leaves his body. But the wave of pleasure that usually rides along with it never arrives. He is left empty, frustrated, and still wanting. And most importantly, he is left knowing that the difference between satisfaction and frustration was a decision. Her decision.
This is one of the quieter tools in orgasm control and denial, and it is far more psychological than it looks. To understand why it works, you first have to understand what a normal orgasm actually does to a man.
What Is a Ruined Orgasm?
A ruined orgasm is simple to define and surprisingly precise to perform.
You stroke him, or have him stroke himself, right up to the edge. To the point of no return, where his body has already committed to releasing and nothing can stop it.
Then you remove all stimulation. Completely. Hands off.
The cum leaves his body. But without the rhythmic muscle contractions and the touch that normally travel with it, the pleasure does not. He gets the mechanics of ejaculation without the reward of orgasm.
The load is gone. The high never came.
He is left blinking, half-confused, still aroused, still craving the very thing he was certain he was about to feel.
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The body lets go. The pleasure does not. That gap is the whole point.
What Actually Happens in His Body
I am not going to turn this into a biology lecture. But a little chemistry explains everything that follows, so stay with me for four quick beats.
When a man gets aroused, dopamine climbs. People call dopamine the pleasure chemical, but that is wrong. Dopamine is the wanting chemical. Its whole message is “I want, I need, keep going, not yet.” This is why desire feels almost obsessive right before climax. His focus narrows. His judgment loosens. He will agree to almost anything.
Then he finishes, and the system flips.
Dopamine crashes. The goal is met, so the engine that was screaming “I want” goes silent. At the same moment prolactin floods in. Think of prolactin as the brake pedal. It tells his brain “enough.” Add the calm of endorphins and serotonin, and you get the sleepy, satisfied, slightly distant man most women recognise the second it is over.
That whole shutdown is not him losing interest in you. It is a biological program running on schedule.
Arousal is dopamine screaming “I want.” Climax flips the switch off.
Why a Normal Orgasm Ends the Chase
Here is the part that matters for any woman leading her man.
The reason he goes quiet, rolls over, or suddenly wants to look at his phone after a normal orgasm is not coldness. It is that the wanting brain has switched off. The dopamine that made him attentive, eager, and pliable is gone. The prolactin has declared the hunt over.
Some people call this “post nut clarity.” All the urgency that made him so devoted in the moment drains away, and a calmer, more indifferent man is left behind.
Now look at what a ruined orgasm does to that exact sequence.
The Ruined Orgasm Breaks the Pattern
A ruined orgasm cheats his reward system.
His brain spent the entire build-up bracing for a huge payoff. “This is it. Complete satisfaction is coming.”
Instead it gets a sliver of it. The body released, but the pleasure that was promised never landed.
Neuroscientists call this gap a prediction error. The brain expected a full reward, logged an incomplete one, and refuses to close the loop. So instead of “mission accomplished,” his brain stays stuck on “that is not finished.”
He still feels aroused. He still wants more. The satisfied, indifferent version of him never appears, because biologically he was never satisfied. He got the release without the resolution.
The fluid left. The craving stayed.
Why This Keeps Him Submissive
Think of it as training, in the most literal sense.
A normal orgasm teaches his brain a clean lesson: act, collect the big reward, stop chasing. The wanting ends.
A ruined orgasm teaches the opposite: act, collect an incomplete reward, keep seeking. The wanting never ends.
A man kept in that wanting state stays attentive, eager, and tuned to her in a way a freshly satisfied man simply is not. His devotion is not switched off by a flood of prolactin, because she never let him reach the finish line.
And underneath the chemistry sits the real point. He learns, in his body and not just his head, that his release is not his to take. It is hers to give. That single shift is what separates this from ordinary sex. It is also why it sits so naturally alongside a reward system built on devotion rather than transaction, where his satisfaction is something she grants on her terms, not something he is owed for showing up.
I will be honest here. Direct research on BDSM ruined orgasms specifically is thin. But the reward-learning explanation is well supported, and it lines up cleanly with what women report seeing in their own dynamics.
One ending teaches him to stop. The other teaches him to keep wanting.
Ruined Orgasm vs Edging
People blur these two together, so let me draw the line.
Edging keeps him at the edge again and again without ever letting him finish. Dopamine stays high. Anticipation stays high. Prolactin never spikes, because there is no release. He stays in that hungry, focused, slightly desperate state for as long as she wants. This is the heart of tease and denial, and it is excellent for building craving over days.
A ruined orgasm does let him release, but strips the pleasure out of it. He gets emptied without being satisfied.
Edging holds the wanting open by refusing release. A ruined orgasm grants release in a way that leaves the wanting open anyway. Two different tools, one destination. He stays hungry, and she stays in charge.
(Some couples go the other way entirely with karezza, slow and affectionate intercourse with no push toward climax at all. Less crash, more closeness. Worth knowing such options exist, even if it sits at the opposite end of the spectrum from a ruined orgasm.)
Now the part the hormone charts never mention, and the part I care about most.
A ruined orgasm is not a trick you spring on a man. Done without trust, it is just frustration, and frustration breeds resentment, not devotion.
For it to mean anything, he has to hand it to you. He has to want you to hold this power. Submission is offered, not extracted, and few things are offered as nakedly as a man trusting a woman with the one release his body is begging for. He is placing his most primal need into your judgment. That is not a small thing.
So handle it with care.
How she treats him in the minutes after matters as much as the act itself. A warm hand on his back, a word of praise for taking it well, a calm reminder of who decides. That turns raw frustration into closeness and deepens the bond. Cold mockery every single time, with nothing underneath it, does the opposite.
And do not lean on it constantly. A ruined orgasm is a deliberate statement, not a default setting. Picture an ordinary weeknight at home, dinner cleared away, and he quietly assumes tonight he finishes the way he always does. The power lives in her calmly deciding otherwise, not in grinding him down until it means nothing. Used with intention, it says everything. Used carelessly, it says nothing at all.
For many couples this grows naturally alongside chastity, where she already holds the key and the authority behind it. The cage decides when he is touched. The ruined orgasm decides what that touch is worth.
Denied, ruined, or granted. The dial only turns on her say.
His release is not his to take. It is hers to give.
Final Thoughts
Strip away the chemistry and a ruined orgasm comes down to one quiet truth.
There is a difference between letting a man release and letting a man be satisfied.
The ruined orgasm lives precisely in that gap. The fluid leaves his body, but the pleasure, the completion, the permission to feel finished, all of that stays with her.
It is intimate. It is built on trust. And it tells him, in the most honest language his body knows, exactly who holds the decision.
He may control the urge. She controls the release. And she alone decides whether wanting ever turns into having.
