The Unenlightened Man

The threat, the anxiety, the fear, the desire. The feeling is like no other. Pure Bliss, Pure Conflict. She comes, always, brandishing her power like a broadsword. Her specific objective is always immaterial. It is the fact that she will have it, and will have it easily that commands our attention. Surely many will protest, arguing that her objective is indeed vitally important. After all, they will say, the difference between obtaining a set of car keys, or even a large sum of money is something entirely different from enforced cuckolding or being forced to follow her instructions in drinking a fatal dose of deadly poison. Rest assured that where the woman is concerned, the dynamic is undifferentiated. What DOES differ is the degree to which a man may or may not be evolved in the spiritual sense. For the man who seeks knowledge and wisdom, who has a taste for metaphysics and higher truth, for such a man, who has grasped the advent of the universe in the divine body of Vixen, there is neither concern nor thought as to degree. There is only unqualified obedience. Being enlightened, this man understands in his bones that his only true life comes in the form of her pronouncements and desires; of her voice, of her body. Alone, he is nothing. Only as the instrument of her will does he attain Salvation, fulfilling his metaphysical purpose as male life force on this planet.

The unenlightened man, however, faces grave difficulties. In the presence of Vixen, he is confused and uncertain. He has ideas about revolt and rebellion. He has delusions of superior strength and control. He has listened to others around him reinforce the pathetic lie that the man is the dominant one, that Male is the dominant gender. He has believed the ludicrous falsehoods about his role of leadership in mainstream society, and has arrived at the age of manhood unaware of his true role and of the metaphysical realities of the universe. Vixen exults in teaching such a man, such a pig, the laws of nature firsthand.

She will take immediate charge of him on all fronts, laying down the law verbally, and in no uncertain terms, and punishing him corporeally at each show of insubordination, no matter how slight. She will systematically dismantle him, stripping him of all pride, dignity, perceived strength, and most importantly, of every last vestige of power he imagined was actually his. His humiliation in Vixen’s hands will be extreme, made the more so because of the multitude of false beliefs with which he has been brainwashed for so long. It is one thing to discipline a man so thoroughly and harshly, but the deconstruction of his mind is the most painful thing of all. It is Vixen’s specialty.

No measures are considered too strong for this variety of heathen. She will demolish him with her gorgeous, powerful body. Her deadly thighs will crush his head until his skull cracks. Used in an incomprehensible body scissors, they will expel the breath from his heaving lungs and press his inner organs into mush. There will be no end to the punches, slaps, kicks, knees, battering him at will, beating him down into a useless pulp. The whole time, she has been reprogramming that pig’s brain of his with a new understanding; the understanding that he is less than nothing, and that, far more than just being boss, she is The Divine Vixen
-If you live through this day, she says, you will know your role forevermore.

If he lives. Sadly, many who come to her in this state of ignorance at this advanced age don’t make it. Their conversion is too much for them to grasp, and their resistance is often sufficiently strong that they have to be completely maimed, driven utterly mad, or worse. Many have ended paralyzed, their bodies useless, but their lips have continued to heap their infinite praises upon the goddess. Many others have lost their minds in one session with Vixen, being transformed into nothing more than puny little incoherent gargoyles, mumbling inconsequential nonsense for the rest of their worthless lives in some forgotten asylum. For the incorrigible ones, there is often no choice but to take things all the way. Better that they should be put out of their miseries than to live under their horrible delusions for one day longer. She has smothered many a one such as this beneath her big, beautiful ass, and crushed a good many more to death in the vice-like death grip of her sublime and shapely fat thighs. She takes exceptional pleasure in beating some into ultimate submission with her powerful fists, but whatever method she employs, she always executes her divine duty with the realization that the pig in question could have avoided such a fate by simply embracing the truth. That’s all she requires. But she will tolerate nothing less.