What’s it like being an alpha male with a harem of feminists? I won’t deny its good points, but don’t suppose that they behave like Japanese geisha girls, tip-toeing around the place to satisfy your every whim? Do these feisty ladies expect the dominant male to earn his position by patrolling the estate and servicing them promptly when they’re in season? I mean they outnumber the big guy (?) by a considerable margin and know how to use it to their advantage, I suppose. Are you the dominant one or are you being played?

I mean what if the feminists of the harem decide that their hairy sultan has been getting a bit too uppity and needs to be put in his place? What do you guys do? Is it true that you are not harmed as long as you don't resist and accept your fate passively? Otherwise, I'm sure you're lliable to get bitten in your tender parts, nein? I'm imagining the proud feminists will then eat nuts and gossip until they get bored, at which point the alpha is released and allowed to stretch his sore limbs. It must be a sobering experience for you, but after it’s over the females are noticeably more relaxed and good humoured. Spending some quality time sitting on Mr Big must have been a splendid catharsis for them. Who are the winners here, though? Sultan of the harem or the ladies who play him? :P:P;)