Gaddaffi and his 'Virgin' bodyguards

Often we wear masks to disguise who we really are. In society, we must act a certain way, belie a particular idiom, or hypocritically deny our own fundamental nature. The closeted kinksters out there know what I’m talking about. Sometimes we live among fellows who can never know how we feel. Sometimes we must appear strong, when inside all we want is to be laid low…

Soon-to-be deposed despot Muammar Gaddafi knows what I mean too. Outwardly, he was a brutal dictator who would not balk at hiring armies of foreign mercenaries to gun down his own people. His iron hand ordered military jet aircraft to fire on unarmed civilian protesters. He fancied himself the leader of a pan-African unification movement despite Libya’s meager population of around 6 million people. To the world he was a violent and eccentric dictator though he always strove to appear to be a strong national and continental demagogue.

As the Rebel Alliance liberated Tripoli this week, they made some interesting finds in Gaddafi’s ostentatious palaces. Among them was a glossy laminated scrapbook of photographs of former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. This discovery shed light on a Gaddafi proclivity, and imbued new meaning into strange comments and actions of his from the past. Now a new picture emerges of the tribal warlord’s true self, the one he hid behind the mask of an unrelenting tyrant.

All the pieces are falling into place. To me at least, it’s obvious that Colonel Muammar Gaddafi is a closet sub who wants nothing more than to be dominated by strong women, especially Condoleezza Rice. Consider his platoon of badass sexy female bodyguards. That may have been more than just eye candy. They varied in size, shape, and color but they all had one aspect in common- all of them were tough and stoic. To his subjects and his enemies, the female bodyguards were meant to show his dominance over women, but in his twisted black heart, he really wanted their dominance over him.

Looking back, there was evidence of Gaddafi’s infatuation with Condoleezza Rice. According to a State Department report, Gaddafi gave her over $200,000 worth of gifts, including a locket with a picture of himself, and “Wonder Woman-esque bracelets.” (I’m terribly sorry, loyal readers, but I have been all over the web and I cannot find a picture of these.) In 2007, he told an Al-Jazeera reporter, “I support my darling black African woman, admire and am very proud of the way she leans back and gives orders to the Arab leaders. … Leezza, Leezza, Leezza. … I love her very much. I admire her, and I’m proud of her, because she’s a black woman of African origin.”

The discovery of the scrapbook confirms it to me. Gaddafi was in love with Condoleezza Rice because of her power and authority. His brutal repression of his own people was only a symptom of his hidden duality. It was a cover perhaps, an overcompensation for this own desire to be sexually dominated by a strong woman. How many lives could have been saved if Gaddafi had only found FemDom.com?

Condoleezza Rice pegging Muammar Gaddafi

A scene from Gaddafi's dreams.

sacraficing the honor of the slave boys

Divine Bitches 2

In the inner sanctum of The Upper Floor, The Order of the Divine Bitches welcomed their newest member Isis Love. In a live ceremony called the Divine High Tea Party, Isis Love earned her new title of ‘Goddess.’

The women of the Divine Bitches devoured three slaves in a humiliating 2 hour live show. They turned the elegant lounge of The Upper Floor into a torture chamber. There were plenty of orgasms for the beautiful ladies of the Bitches. Women like Ashley Fires, Maitresse Madeline, and the exotic Dragonlily all drank their fill of pleasure. The slaves were all left in chastity, denied any pleasure of their own.

Such is the lot of a slave boy in the stables of the Divine Bitches. The best they can hope for in life is to be trotted out in public, dolled-out like the broken, sissy worms they really are, all in the vain hope that they might receive some pleasure from their cruel mistresses. Can there be some succor for them? Some relief from their lives of abject servitude, perhaps in the form of some meager affection from the dominas? This is the perpetual hope of the male servitor. It is the candle light in the darkness of his life that he follows until death.

Isis Love earns her new title and her rightful place in the Order of the Divine Bitches. In the true spirit of the Order, she channels her sadistic desires onto the male slaves of the stable. She is a true elegant queen to be worshiped and adored by the lesser beings she surrounds herself with. Watch the movie to see the machinations of Isis Love and her fellow Goddesses visited upon their human property.



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Divine Bitches

Divine Bitches

The Goddesses of the order of the Divine Bitches take their slave-breaking very seriously. Pairs of Dominas in sterile lab coats break-in new slave boys three at a time. It is important to establish a hierarchy immediately. The slow learners need to see how their betters adapt, and receive their rewards. Conversely, the poorest slaves can serve as an example to the others.

Goddess Maitresse Madeline and Madison have an interesting trio of slaves in this film. Preliminary testing shows that they are three very different specimens and are all going to require different treatment as they learn about their new life as sexual automatons to the Divine Bitches. The Goddesses share their pleasure while the desire of the slaves builds. The point of the clinical trials is to test the limits of the slave’s control over his own willpower, and to establish a pecking order among them.

These slaves are no longer men, but machines that will soon exist only for the pleasure of the Goddesses of the Order of the Divine Bitches. Over the next years of their lives, they will loose all sense of their own humanity. This process begins with the Goddesses themselves stripping away any idea of their manhood, their sentience, and even of their very lives. These were men, but they will live out their days as tools; little more than sex toys with a pulse.

Will they ever again see the light of day? Will they ever sire children, own lands or acquire titles? Never. Watch the movie to find out what will be the reward of the most obedient servitor, and what will be the humiliating fate of the least.


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