When I was an adolescent we called it “Popping a boner.” I popped a boner when I saw petty pants peeking below the hem of a pretty girl’s skirt (petty pants were all the rage in those days). I popped a boner just thinking about all those petty pants beneath the skirts of all those girls in Junior High. I popped a boner over how my hot, seventh grade English teacher’s breasts caused her blouses to gap at the buttons. I even popped a boner in woodshop while sweeping up saw dust and imagining what the nipples on those fine breasts might look like.

Today I am blessed to have a beautiful woman in my life who is my wife and Goddess. She often wears thongs, which are so much sexier than petty pants on a giggling teenager. So do I pop a boner when I see the back of her thong showing above the waistband of her jeans? She rarely wears a garment that buttons in the front because invariably her large breasts cause it to gap across the front. Do I pop a boner when I see that? How about when I think about her soft, voluptuous… umm, by now you’re probably getting the idea that no, I don’t pop a boner. Surely my Goddess deserves it, and God knows I really really WANT to, but these days, the words pop and boner are mutually exclusive. Coax a boner is more like it.

It’s a psychological reality that male sexual performance declines with age, to the point where many middle-aged men would rather face a double bogey on the 18th hole than risk not sinking a “hole-in-one” in the bedroom. Thanks to ubiquitous ads for Viagra, Cialis and Levitra, erectile dysfunction has become almost fashionable. They’ve helped scores of men to identify with one another on a base, more human level, which seems to be something that comes naturally among women, but not men. And the drugs themselves have helped many a man emerge from the humiliating shadow of not being able to rise to the occasion and given him an opportunity to “feel like a man” again. I know this from first-hand experience.

But as Shakespeare once said, “Therein lies the rub.” Pharmaceuticals can certainly be a good thing, but in this case, I sometimes wonder if it’s all good. The advertising messages for impotency drugs seem to promote traditional if not macho thinking that the way a real man brings a smile to a woman’s face is by screwing her ever-lovin’ brains out. So I wonder why more isn’t being written about this in FemDom literature. It seems to me that entire chapters should be dedicated to how waning male sexual performance and ED dovetail perfectly with FemDom philosophy. I see it as one of the most compelling arguments for adopting a FemDom lifestyle within a marriage, particularly among middle-age couples.