A big thank you to my regular reader who located the book Fifth Avenue on Wheels for me, and got the information to me in a most creative way. It is greatly appreciated.

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A long time ago I offered to post personal ads here on the blog for my regular readers. Since that time I've surprisingly had only one person take advantage of the offer.

Today, I bring the second advertisement, from someone I know extremely well obviously.

Male In Search of Female Partner for Mid-August Adventure

Please email Milliscent for more details, she will pass my contact information along to you. Let's meet and make sure that we are a great fit for each other before committing to take the trip together.

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I've been back home for a few days now, and have been getting to play a lot! Having great fun in the dungeon as always. Yesterday was suspension day, a truly amazing scene.

Outside of the dungeon, the tile guy has been at my house for a few days now and has about half of the marble installed into the new bathroom. It looks even better than expected. He hopes to be finished up by Tuesday, after that the project should wrap up with great speed.

It's another beautiful day here in the mountains, the sun is shining, the hummingbirds are humming, and the river is clear and cold.

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I traveled to Cannon Beach Oregon for my birthday, and I've been here for a few days in my Airstream now. The weather has been superb, and as always the great Pacific Ocean is an amazing site to behold.

It was a truly wonderful birthday yesterday and I want to send my thanks to everyone who was kind enough to help make it special for me.

Tomorrow I'll be back home and am certainly looking forward to getting to play in my studio once again!

I'm told that in my absence the new entryway into my house was sheetrocked, and I understand that the marble is being laid in my new bathroom starting today. I can't wait to see it when it's done.

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This coming weekend is the Olympia Pride Festival. It should be a great time if you are looking for something to do.

Capitol City Pride

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I was saddened to not be able to post this past weekend, but things were busy indeed.

Saturday was new bathroom day and I watched and gave my thoughts on the project all day and well into the night. It's going to be spectacular. The cabinets are 'distressed' hickory that will be a perfect match for my kitchen. The double shower and countertop will be a dark green marble. Doors and ceiling will be knotty pine.

The concrete board is all in place and the tile guy should be here to install the marble in a few days. Today the rest of the sheetrock goes up, and I should be using the new bathroom in just a couple of weeks! It's getting exciting now.

Sunday was Airstream day with installation of all new flamingo décor. Very vintage! Alas though one doesn't want vintage systems, and Sunday was also the installation day for the massive new Optima battery. Very cool, it can't leak.

The sun continues to shine, what an amazing spring and early summer we have had in the Puget Sound!

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June has gotten off to a truly amazing start. Simply spectacular weather.

It will I think prove to be a most wonderful month. My water system (a source of constant frustration) has been upgraded, and my remodeling project should be finished sometime this month.

The Airstream has undergone many system upgrades, and I am considering posting about my adventures in it on a separate blog.

I'll get to celebrate another birthday this month, which should be great fun.

June will also hold a short vacation, always wonderful, but to one of my favorite spots.

Lastly it seems that I'm going to get to play a great deal this month, which is truly great. It seems that I am always happiest when in my studio with a devoted submissive at my feet.

I hope that your June ends up being as great as mine is shaping up to be!

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I've been writing a great deal the past two months. Postings here may have slowed down slightly, but my writing in general has exploded. I was inspired to begin writing an erotic and extremely kinky novel, as of today it's up to 55,515 words.

I plan on having it completed this summer, and I hope that all of you who enjoy reading my scribbling here really enjoy my more serious effort.

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Chapter 6

I am naked and shivering with fear as she binds me on to the prayer bench that will hold me in a hands and knees position, my ass up in the air for the discipline that is to come. I can't help but notice that she is binding me extremely tightly, and in a great many places, obviously to preclude any chance of escape or even too much movement. I understand that she is doing this because the discipline will be severe.

Her binding done, a large ball gag is inserted between my teeth, and a gas mask is placed over my head. I am disciplined like this generally once per week, we both feel that it's important for me to be disciplined as it serves as a concrete reminder of who is in charge. Likewise we feel that these discipline sessions are important for her, important because harsh abuse of my body in such a cold and clinical ways brings her power over me to the forefront of her mind.

I must admit though that despite my raging fear of the discipline ahead, I always do enjoy the binding process, for she does it in the nude. Generally wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto heels or thigh high boots. She says that she does this so that I can remember exactly who and what I am being beaten by. By her, by a woman. That I am a man so dominated that I accept all the abuse she can deliver. That I must submit to her, that I must submit to any and all other women she chooses.

All her preparations complete, my beatings begin.

She possesses so many instruments, I seem never able to tell which she is using at any given time, but I do know that my brutalized ass will experience many of them in each of these discipline sessions. Leather belts, rattan canes, floggers, wooden paddles, metal paddles, and leather straps. I'm sure that I forget many of the beating implements she possesses and uses, but what does it matter? Pain is her goal and pain she shall create. Gagged and hooded I'll remain so that she does not hear or see the full extent of my suffering ensuring that she will not begin feeling sorry for me, ensuring that I understand my cries will be in vain due to their muffled nature.

How many strikes I do not know, lighter at first, then building in intensity. Beating me until she tires, beating me until she decides to take a break, beating me until she decides that I've had enough for the moment.

She places her head near mine, speaks to me, her words muffled by the mask yet still clear to me. "Suffer you little bitch, suffer for me. I hope it hurts, I hope you understand just how much more I could make it hurt. You are my pathetic little bitch, a little faggot for me to control, to hurt, to punish."

She runs her fingers back and forth over my ass, then stands up to begin again. A new implement, different pain, yet pain all the same. Again I must endure until she decides to break, until she decides that it has been enough.

"Oh how I laugh at you. A joke of a man. Crawling around, getting beaten by a selfish bitch who runs off and cums with any man who turns her head. You are lucky I love having you serve me so, or I'd send you off where surely you would be lost without someone to control ever aspect of your life." She says to me.

Again my beaten ass is massaged. "Your getting warmed up now, a nice shade of pink. It's going to be bright red when I'm done, black and blue tomorrow. I hope the marks I leave on your ass last a week!" She says before beginning my beating once again.

Is it a strap, a flogger, a belt? I can't know, my mind is lost, lost in the sensation she is delivering, lost in the pain she demands I process. After what certainly seems an eternity she stops again.

"Such a poor little baby, your ass is on fire! I imagine you are crying under that mask, I imagine you are hopeful that I'll feel sorry for you. Ha! You need to understand that I just don't give a shit. I don't care how badly it hurts; I don't care how much you suffer. All I care about is beating you and I'm going to beat you until I decide that I've had enough fun. Suffer little man, suffer for the bitch who owns you." She says.

A paddle, a huge wooden paddle. I'm almost certain of it as it collides with my ever more tender ass. How can I be sure though, so many sensations, so much pain flooding my mind, how can I be sure of anything other than the pain, other than the torture at her delicate hands.

"You are bruising nicely under your very red skin. I can see just where the bruises are going to develop tomorrow. I own your ass you little bitch. I own you. Look at the bruises I leave tomorrow, look at them the next day. Look, and remember who owns you, remember what an insignificant little thing you are compared to me."

I feel her begin again, beyond thought, beyond care, all I can know is the pain she is delivering, the brutality she is using upon my body. What is she using, I can't know, I can't care, how long will she use it, I can't know, I can't care, pain is my world, my only thought.

"I own you. You are nothing but property. Can you imagine what that means? You are nothing but a thing, a thing that exists to serve me. No different from my favorite chair. I use you to provide me comfort and pleasure just as I use my chair. I can abuse you as I desire, just like my chair. If you stop pleasing me, providing me all the comfort I desire, I can kick your ass to the curb, throw you away, and replace you, just like I can do with my chair. You had better work hard to please me, work hard to make sure that nothing and no one better comes along because if someone else could ever do better you will be thrown away, just as I'd do with an old chair. Remember your place, remember my place boy." She says to me.

She begins again, lighter this time, continuing with light strokes until my mind begins to function again, until I am able to think again, until the pain she creates no longer fills every crevice of my mind.

"Ten more bitch. Get ready for them. The most vicious I can deliver." She says and before my anticipation and fear can begin to grow she delivers them in quick succession, and explosion of pain blasting out all possible thought or feeling from my mind or soul.

Thus ends the first phase of my discipline. She begins to stroke my body, my brutalized ass, to add her body to the bonds holding me in place. To envelop me in her love and her warmth. I am grateful beyond belief, loving of her beyond imagination. We remain like this for quite some time, her aftercare a form of afterglow much as boring vanilla people might experience following intercourse.

"I must say that to put up with all of this, to suffer so much you must be a very stupid little man. It's not your fault though, for surely all men are stupid. They can only think with their worthless little cocks, and once a woman knows how to control the cock she can control the man." She said.

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Alas, the years do seem to go by, even for a dominatrix. Next month I'll be celebrating another birthday.

I do find though that life just keeps on getting better and better. I certainly wouldn't want to be 21 again, life is just so much more fun, exciting, and interesting now. Indeed each year brings new interests, new explorations.

Each year around this time I usually get a question or two about possible gifts. For that reason I'm posting my wish list today.

I will admit to having always been a bit uncomfortable with such wish lists which is why I don't maintain one on my website as many women do. I'm certainly not somehow owed gifts, nor do I ever want anyone to feel that I am. Requests do come though, so I'm posting here. If you would like to purchase an item but don't know about shipping, just email me at blog@milliscent.com for the details.

All Round Zip Hood from Mr. S Leather

Njoy Pure Plug, size medium

Absinthe. You choose brand, origin, and style

Retro Aluminum Tumblers

Anything at all from the wonderful Airstream Store. Airstreams and Flamingos are both amazingly cool.

Wanderlust, Airstream at 75

Campfire In A Can, The Gas Can

Pretty lingerie for me to wear on my birthday night itself. Black and pink would be fun colors, something offering very easy access for me to wear for the man who will be granted such access to my good parts, something matching, but without easy access for me to wear for hubby who will not be granted access to my good parts. It should be a wonderful night denying one and pleasuring the other, especially as the boys will be listening to each other. You choose the shop and the style with the intended use mentioned above in mind.

Extra Credit for that truly amazing gift giver:
5th Avenue On Wheels by Wally Byam.
This book would likely have to be found through a good rare book dealer.

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"Run into the bathroom, strip, and get a condom on that little thing you call a dick. When you're done get my strap-on out of the playroom, the nice big purple one, then meet me back here." She said to her slave.

He quickly returned to her, his nakedness showing his completely shaved and pale body in it's worst light. "You look like a slug, a worm. Hairless and soft, pale as a ghost, certainly not my idea of a man. Not only that but it seems like every time you are clothed I forget just how stupid your little dickie actually looks. I can't fathom any woman ever wanting to have that thing inside her body, just touching it must be repulsive."

"Kneel at my feet and strap my dildo around my hips. Look at it closely while you do, for it is how a cock is supposed to be. Long, thick, and hard. Built to satisfy a woman. It seems that nature paid a very cruel joke on you when she was doling out the equipment." She said with a chuckle as he quickly complied.

When he had the straps firmly fastened around her body she took a small step back from him and without warning slapped his face. Twice. Hard. "That's for being so pathetic, for disgusting me."

She turned her back from him and spread her legs widely. "Sniff my ass while you wank that thing for me slave. I don't imagine it'll take you long, last I looked you were the very definition of the term 'premature ejaculator.' While you wank it I want you to think about just how lucky you are. I actually allow you to cum. I'm sure that many women on getting a glance at that thing would just lock it away, perhaps feeling less revulsion knowing that it was forever hidden behind hard steel. I did dream about it, dream about you last night slave. I dreamed that you were all bound down and I took the opportunity to castrate you. In my dream I did away with the messes that spurt out of it once and for all. You should know that I thought it was a very good dream, and I was touching myself when I woke up, touching myself while thinking of taking a very sharp knife to what you call your manhood."

Hearing her and having his nose positioned at her ass was more than enough to ensure that he would cum quickly and powerfully. She turned back towards him when she heard him do so. "Take the condom off your little stick and put it on my strap-on. Backwards. Then suck your disgusting slime off my cock. Take it deep into your throat for me like a good little bitch. When you're done I'll bend you over the table and teach you exactly how normal people with real cocks fuck. I imagine you'll be walking funny for a few days when I'm done with you."

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I hope that all of you are having a splendid Memorial Day weekend, especially those veterans and families of veterans who gave their all so that we might be free.

As for me, I must say that it has been a perfect weekend. I've gotten to play a great deal, and when not playing relax in the sun. Thong bikinis are just so very much fun!

My little slice of the mountains is beautiful this time of year, I hope that you get to come and see it soon, for I know that we would have a most wonderful time together.

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Chastity Fantasies Of An Obsessive Compulsive

Enjoy!

With a tip 'o the hat to tom.

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Are you having difficulty receiving email from me or anyone else? Think you just might be? Want to ensure that you always get the email you want?

This link will tell you how:

How To Whitelist A Sender

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For those who write me, please remember that email is not a flawless tool. It is reliable, but not perfectly so.

I always answer my email, so if you send me something and don't hear back from me within 24 hours, please do send it again as it may have been somehow lost in transit. You may also of course call if you have my number.

I'm posting this because apparently emails between myself and traci are not getting through. Thank you traci for letting me know via the comments form, and yes indeed we are still on. Please try to email me again; I look forward to seeing you soon!

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Living conditions are improving here in the Cascade Mountains, and indeed as I travel around Washington this summer.

Here at the house the change is going to be quite dramatic indeed. I'm adding on to my little cedar house in the woods. A beautiful new bathroom, green marble, knotty hickory & pine, bronze. It will be spectacular when it's done I think. Along with the new bath comes a new entryway for bad weather, and more closet space something always at a premium in an A-Frame house. A new laundry room and a deck around the new spaces will round everything out.

Change is coming to the Airstream as well with a good deal of work having just been completed on the electrical, gas, and mechanical systems. It will still look exactly the same, but the components of today should work much easier than the components of 35 years ago.

Lastly, my poor long-suffering hot tub seems to be having some issues with its controls. Hopefully it will be repairable, but if not I must say that it has lasted more years than could ever be expected. Truly amazing quality.

It's been a busy spring watching the projects take shape, but improvement of ourselves and our surroundings is always wonderful.

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We are very fortunate to live in the Puget Sound region, a place populated by people who are generally accepting of diversity, sexual and otherwise.

There are however of course exceptions. Bashing of sexual minorities and other crimes motivated by hate of otherness do occur. In some parts of our country it is much worse.

A national group with chapters in Seattle and Tacoma has an answer to the problem of bashing:

Pink Pistols

Cease Fear, Seattle

Pink Pistols Tacoma

Many will likely disagree with me, but I believe that the group's advocacy of self-defense is a key component of the quest to end the bashing of sexual and gender minorities once and for all.

In our great state of Washington all law-abiding adults have an absolute right guaranteed by law to possess firearms for self-defense. Additionally, all law abiding citizens of Washington have a right guaranteed by law to carry a pistol for self defense after acquiring the appropriate permit from local law enforcement. There is no discretion over the issuance of such permits, they will be granted in all cases in which one qualifies by being free of criminal conviction or serious mental health issues.

There are no doubt places in which it could be extremely dangerous for a transgendered individual to walk down that proverbial dark alley. Sometimes though that walk cannot be avoided. Does it not make sense to give oneself proper means of self-defense before doing so?

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It is truly a beautiful day. If you aren't on the river under snow-capped peaks with me today, I must say that you are indeed missing out!

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Chapter 5

Saturday night. For us, like many couples, date night. She dressed in all black. Towering high heels, fishnet stockings with garter belt, a short leather skirt, and a very sexy leather corset. No panties of course, those she wore only when she had it in mind for someone to sniff them later.

I too was in black, black leather boots, pants, and a T-shirt proclaiming to all “I Drink Pee!” I also wore a collar as befitting my station, and while I was shaving for the evening she bent me over the bathroom counter and inserted a plug deep into my ass.

Ready, we were off to a fetish party.

We entered, mingled, shared some words with friends both old and new, then she was off on the prowl. “Take my purse and sit down at that table over there. I’m going to have some fun while you wait for me. Lots of beautiful women here tonight, so you shouldn’t get bored watching them prance around!”

With that she was off to mingle some more, perhaps meet some new people, and I knew to play. She loved these parties because they were always populated by guys just begging to be whipped, just begging to serve. I found us a table and sat taking tremendous voyeuristic enjoyment in all there was to see.

Time passed, I watched, I talked to some friends who happened by, I enjoyed my drinks. From time to time I’d catch sight of her talking to someone, laughing with or at someone, spanking a bare ass with a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye.

Eventually she brought a new lady friend over to our table, I was introduced and they sat down. “Anne here has been doing a lot of playing lately, as a submissive to her boyfriend, but now she wants to explore her dominant side.” My wife told me.

“You certainly couldn’t have a better teacher than my wife, and I’m quite sure that you will come to enjoy exercising power, demanding that your desires be met.” I said to Anne.

“Can you tell me how your relationship works?” Anne asked my wife.

“Certainly. It’s really quite simple. I have decided that in our relationship I make the decisions. I am the decision maker. He does not get to make decisions. He is the non-decision maker. I decide where we go, what we do, whom we see. I decide how sex will be for me, and how sex will be for him. I decide how chores will be done, and whom they will be done by. He doesn’t so much as go to the bathroom without my say so.” Said my wife.

“I understand how that works intellectually, in theory, but how does it work in practice?” Anne asked.

“He loves sex, surely all men do. He doesn’t get to make decisions though, and especially not about sex. I make the decisions, and I don’t honestly care what he thinks about sex. This has resulted in denial of all sex for him. He is not allowed to touch my pussy or my breasts in a sexual way, he certainly will never have his cock in my mouth or pussy, and I freely take my sexual pleasure from other men. He’s sitting there right now with a huge plug jammed up his ass, and that’s as close as he ever gets to sex with me. I do let him lick my ass when he’s been a good boy, and I let him kneel down and masturbate once in awhile. So you see, what he desires is unimportant to me, what I desire is all that is important, and since I make the decisions my desire becomes his law.” She said.

“But how can you like that?” Anne exclaimed while turning towards me.

“My wife has taught me that only female sexual pleasure is valid, that male sexual pleasure is both moronic and disgusting. At her hands I’ve learned to take my pleasure in her pleasure, to find sexual satisfaction in her satisfaction. I delight in my life, and in living as she directs me to live.” I answered.

“Explaining the joys of female supremacy is very hard to do, but seeing those joys is easy.” My wife said.

“I would like to take you shopping some day next week. Hubby here can wash your car and clean your apartment while we are out, then fix us a nice meal. That should help open your eyes to the benefits of female supremacy for us, and watching him joyfully go about his tasks should help you understand how deeply fulfilling such service is to a male.” She continued.

“That would be fun. Let me give you my email.” Anne replied while writing her electronic address on a napkin.

“In the meantime just remember that in female supremacist relationships, only the females desires are important. If we care about the males desires he knows this, and it ruins the fantasy for him. If we worry about him having fun he knows it, and it becomes less fun, and unfulfilling for him. To make your man happy you have to be cruel and selfish. The crueler, the more selfish you become, the happier he will be. Decide exactly what it is you want, communicate those desires to a man with extreme clarity, then demand that they be met. It will make you both thrilled.” My wife finished.

“Now let’s leave hubby here and go see if we can’t find a handsome boy to spank!” She said.

With that they were gone and I left to continue my voyeuristic pleasure, and my thoughts that we just might have a new member of C.L.I.T. A very attractive young woman, if she could discover and embrace female supremacy she would make one very lucky man mighty happy indeed. Perhaps even a little stable of men.

Eventually my wife returns to me, this time with a very attractive and muscular young man in tow.

“Honey, I want you to meet Jack. I’ve been having the most wonderful time with him! Jack, this is my husband.” We shake hands as my wife makes her introduction.

“I put Jack up in the sling and went to work on his cock and balls, really pulled out all the stops with the clamps, sounds, and even a little ruler. His cock is magnificent! Long, thick, and hard beyond belief. He was so much fun, and so much lust! You should have seen all the precum running out of him.” My wife told me.

I nodded at him in acknowledgement of her compliments as my wife started telling him about me.

“My husband is a very good slave to me, and I love him very much. The thought of being sexual with him disgusts me though, so I just can’t allow anything like that to ever happen. He’s a good boy though, and never gets jealous when I find a great new man to fill my needs.” She told Jack.

He looked at me with a smirk in his eyes as he realized just how pussy whipped I truly am.

“Now kiss me, show hubby just how hot we are together.” My wife commanded him.

I watched their long, lingering kiss, mouths wide open, tongues clashing. Her hand grabbing his ass, her other reaching for his cock, stroking it through his pants, all the while his hands moving back and forth between her ass and her tits, exploring her body to both their delights.

Their kiss and touching ended she looked at me and asked “Did you like watching him make me so hot little hubby?”

“Yes, I always get so turned on watching you.” I replied.

“Good. Now I want you to go home. Jack and I are going to hang out here a little while longer, then he can drive me home. Turn up the heat in my bedroom, light the candles, and turn down the sheets. Get out my toys, don’t forget any of my favorites, I want to hurt poor Jack some before he makes me cum.” She commanded.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.

“When my room is all ready you can go to bed, read awhile while you wait for us. When we get home turn on the intercom in your room so that you can listen while Jack pleasures me.” After I cum you can masturbate, but do it into a condom and when you are done tie off the end to keep it fresh. You can drink your disgusting slime with your orange juice in the morning before licking any stains Jack and I might make off of my sheets. Do you understand all of my instructions slave?” She asked me.

“Yes, Ma’am” I answered.

“Good, then get going, I want everything perfect when Jack and I get there, because I have a feeling that tonight’s going to be a night to remember!”

I left and did as instructed. Much later that night I listened to the intercom as she tortured Jack unmercifully, and later as he brought her to orgasm time and time again. The next morning Jack was gone having been sent away when she was done using him, I of course drank my orange juice fortified with cum, and licked the wet spots they had created off of her sheets before changing them.

Later in the day, I wrote my note to Jack.

Dear Sir,

Sincerely,
Pussy boy

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Recently a friend passed me a link to Diary of a Latex Lady, and I read the entire blog with tremendous interest.

What I found so very fascinating and exciting was not however the latex, not the material, rather the concept. The concept of keeping ones slave in a burqa.

The concept of ‘caging’ a slave in such a way.

The possibilities for public bondage with no one being the wiser.

I must say that it is an impressive concept indeed.

Happy Reading!

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Chapter 4

I’m driving home from a hard day at work, eagerly anticipating seeing her, and experiencing whatever she may have in store for me tonight. So many years of marriage, yet my passion has never slacked. I trust it is the same for her.

Work. While we may all fantasize about a life free from work, a life filled with nothing but service to a beautiful woman such things just aren’t possible for the overwhelming majority of people, nor should they be. We must all support ourselves, and even if our situation frees us from that responsibility, as people who enjoy a free society as our birthright due to the sacrifices of the past, we all must make an effort to pass our freedom along to the next generation.

I am thrilled to be one of the lucky ones, that vigilant guard of freedom is my work. At home, in her presence I may be a crawling pussy of a husband, cuckolded, regularly beaten for my failings, and alas brutally fucked in the ass by a delightful bitch of a wife, but at work I am a respected lobbyist in our state legislature.

I am executive director of the Index Institute of Public Policy, and we work to ensure that the freedoms so dearly bought for us by previous generations are protected at every turn.

Today I was lobbying against a bill currently before the legislature that would allow police to use silencers on their weapons within our state. Under current law silencers are completely illegal in our state, illegal for police and civilians alike. Today it was my job to try and make sure that it stays that way.

Our founding fathers were terrified of a standing army because they knew that such an army could be used to create fear within the people, which would allow tyranny to flourish. They were of course correct, but their dream of a nation without an army was short lived. As a trade off our armed forces do not operate within our borders. They are used only for war, not for policing the population. This has ensured stable government for our country, and helped to protect individual rights for all. We do not as an example suffer from the frequent coups that plague so many other nations in the Americas.

This delicate balance between military power and personal freedom is however being challenged, and has been for a number of years now because our police forces are being militarized. SWAT teams, automatic weapons, extraordinary tactics are all being utilized by police officers who look more like infantrymen than the keepers of the peace they are supposed to be.

Silencers are just the latest move to further militarize our police, one more possible step at removing them from the populace they are sworn to protect. We must halt this militarization, work to ensure that our police accurately reflect the population they are policing. My day was spent lobbying Committee Members, and of course the all-powerful Chairman in an attempt to stop this misguided legislation.

Unfortunately lobbying against possible police weaponry is difficult, and arguments are often not welcome. I’m certainly looking forward to an evening with her, the chance to forget about all these cares of the day as I pull into our driveway.

She greets me at the door, “It looks like you had a hard day.”

“Yes, but it looks like the Chairman just might decide to kill the silencer bill without a hearing, if so that would make things much easier.” I replied.

“Well, go get changed into something comfortable. Give yourself a nice enema while you are at it just in case I decide to fuck your little ass tonight, then come and make dinner. Just one plate tonight. I’ll fix you a drink and you can tell me all about it later.” She said.

I left her to clean up, clean myself out, and when I was ready started cooking spaghetti. She had my drink prepared as promised, a good-sized slug of fine bourbon with a dollop of her spittle floating on top. A Dark and Juicy she had named the drink she invented for me long ago.

I remembered her instruction “Just one plate tonight” and was looking forward to the humiliating experience it promised. As dinner simmered I set the table, one place setting only as desired, and included on the table a cute little cat food bowl we had found some time back with the word ‘Pussy’ upon it. Dinner ready I filled her plate as she sat down, a double serving upon it.

I stood as her waiter while she ate, refilling her wine glass and fetching her whatever she desired. Doing so gave me a good chance to relax, to take my mind away from the cares of my day.

When she was finished she scraped all the leftovers off of her plate and into the ‘Pussy Bowl.’ A goodly amount since I knew to place a double serving before her. She looked over at me and said “Dinner was very good, but I think that it might need a bit more seasoning for your taste, let me take care of that for you.”

She then sat the bowl on the floor, dropped her tight jeans and squatted over it. She let her bladder loose and covered the food in the bowl, my dinner, with her delightful golden nectar. Her job done she stood and I promptly placed my face into the cleft between her legs and licked the remaining droplets of piss from her cunt.

She pulled her jeans back into place and strode from the room saying, “Enjoy your dinner pussy boy.”

Enjoy it I did!

I finished my dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, then we watched a bit of TV before heading off to bed. She joined me in my bedroom for a while, relaxing together. I told her of my day while she absent-mindedly yet quite cruelly used her long and sharp fingernails on my nipples, my cock, and my balls. She likes to keep them nice and tender, likes me to feel pain within them always, and she does quite a good job of it, generally I’m always able to feel her torments well into the next day.

When we had talked ourselves out, reached that perfect state of relaxation I was permitted to lightly kiss her goodnight, my lips upon her divine ass.

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Mr. President, Madam Senators, Mr. Congressman,

This is for you.

We’ve been Taxed Enough Already!

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Happy Easter Sunday! A wonderful holiday harkening our spring.

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A fellow blogger who has over the past couple of years become a good friend to me recently did me a tremendous honor. He took a post I had written based upon fundamental questions that I found within his own writings and greatly expounded upon each of the questions. The result is a remarkable body of work, an extremely valuable contribution to the theory of female domination.

I know that the men who read my blog fall into broad categories. Some want female domination to remain a fantasy for them, some want to experience it with a professional dominatrix like me. Still others though want to live it. They want to devote their lives to serving the Mistress of their dreams. In my view, each of these potential full time submissives, potential slaves should pay very close attention to the links that follow, for within them is I think the very key to finding, and keeping, the 24/7 domination one is seeking.

There is much fantasy written online, and fantasy is wonderful. It’s not however necessarily indicative of how to find and grow a relationship with a dominant woman, nor is it perhaps a good picture of a lifetime serving such a woman. Alexis is in a long-term D/s relationship, I’ve been getting to know his Mistress and hope to become good friends with her as well in time. The posts that follow aren’t fantasy; they are about reality, about finding and keeping that true domination that so many seek in vain.

Class is in session my little boys!

My post that started it all:

Hardcore Female Dominance, Questioning In Seattle

The series of posts by Alexis:

What Is It For?
“……what would you accept for the opportunity to be nearer to a living deity? If this particular supernatural being’s presence were so close that you might reach out and touch her, and feel in contact with creation and all the universe itself, would the prospect of suffering terribly be so much a price?”

Her Vision
“If you hitched your star to the will and power of someone you judged superior to yourself, could you honestly say that they wouldn’t have the opportunity to make decisions for you that weren’t better? If they were superior, and they were more intelligent than you, then wouldn’t it be outlandishly stupid to stubbornly cling to your own downfall, strictly on the argument that it was YOURS?”

No Fear
“Fear is the dividing line. It is the assumption of authority by force.”

The State
“The act of deciding that one will be a Dominatrix is to say, “I will be one of the privileged class.” From that point forward, the only reasonable attitude to take is that those who serve shall do so according to their stature within the class structure as defined by the Dominatrix’s principles.”

The Morality Of Distance
“The reality is, moralistically, our sex lives are nobody’s business but ours. It may be your brother or your father putting himself under the thumb of a Dominatrix, but that is his problem and none of your fucking business…it only becomes your business when its YOU under the Dominatrix’s thumb.”

The Exploiter Within
“Once you know you can own people at will, you’ll never go back. You won’t just “feel” stronger, you will know intrinsically that you are stronger, you will feel the primitive thrumming of your blood, hot with passion, as it flows through your whip hand and into his flesh. Exploitation, predation…this is the natural focus of the Dominatrix.”

Holding The Reins
“…..if we are going to be limited by what our parents thought about sexual exploitation and self-satisfaction, we probably need to move, as I've said before, to the suburbs.”

Gameplaying
“In other words, if she does not care what he wants, and she is ready to carry her disregard for him by destroying his freedom, it is not a game. But if she respects his right to be free, then it is a game.”

Sculpt
“The trick of Domination is not to grind him down to paste, to create the sort of muck that needs to be sprayed off the pavement and into the gutter. The trick is to mold and sculpt. Every tool has its purpose and its application. A little bit of the chisel here; a stroke of the polishing cloth there. Knock away what isn’t wanted. Brighten and shine everything that’s desirable. Then to have it on display, to serve and to amuse the Dominatrix’s pleasure.”

The Victorian Program
“She sets the terms of his freedom; she takes her vindictive pleasures in their smallnesses or their largenesses; and she loves or preys upon him in the manner that is satisfying to her.”

Intolerance
“…..what does she have to gain by not picking up a crop and making it clear right fucking now that his hands should be full of can handles and his feet moving toot sweet to the curb?”

Faith
“How different is it, I ask, from the pedantic southern proverb that a boy should listen to his mother? Mother or Dominatrix, maybe it should be said a boy should listen to a woman.”

A Relationship
“…..a woman, seeing her co-equal partner in a Snow White costume eating corn mixed with dry cornmeal out of a dog dish will have flashes of insight into her actual superiority…..”

I Can’t Say
“My particular fascinations, and those of my Mistress, tend towards the steady and slow destruction of the mind and the reordering of the submissive’s thoughts and interests.”

The Principals Of Possession
“Most perspectives of an open marriage assume that it would be necessary to define boundaries and make rules and put up with pouting where it comes to a multi-person relationship. I don’t believe that’s true, when everyone is an adult and everyone accepts that one person in the relationship—the Dominatrix—has the only say in who sees who and who goes where. Let me emphasize. Not the “final” say—the ONLY say.”

Positional Defense
“A Dominatrix, however, chooses by her admission to BE a despot. That is her desire. To influence another person, and to do so with her truth. A submissive knows that this truth will be delivered into him, by her actions and her approval. He adapts himself as she presents a society for him to live in, complete with truths backed by her will to power.”

Conservation Of Energy
“And will a submissive not behave more devoutly to a Dominatrix who will kiss him before she fucks him, or give him an opportunity to shift on his knees as she plunges deeper, or allows him a moment to breathe, gag out, before she takes her next step with the branding iron?”

The Next Mindset
“She understood. She thoughtfully reassured me that she didn’t think that it was reasonable for a submissive to be “on” in every instance. Then she proceeded to hood and gag me, roll me over and rape me and just generally continue a session for several hours, all the time knowing I wasn’t enjoying myself very much.”

The Cold Reality
“it is understood by many Dominants that a direct and rational application of negative reinforcement is a necessary process in the training of human beings towards accepting and appreciating their natural submissive tendencies.”

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A very loyal reader, prisonbitch, asks jokingly in the comments area:

“How do I become a member of C.L.I.T. and/or C.O.C.K.?”

His question does though bring up one of my own, something I’ve wondered about for a long time.

If an internet based organization existed solely for the purposes of promotion of female supremacy, female dominance, would enough people join for it to become effective both in its mission, and in satisfying the desires of its membership?

No fly tying club for you boy, the female supremacist club would suit you much better!

A club that promoted female domination through the education of its members.

If it existed, would you join?

I’m curious. Leave a comment or drop me an email at:

blog@milliscent.com

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This week our state legislature took the entirely meaningless action of sending a memorial (official letter from the legislature) to the President and the United States Senate, asking that a U.N. Treaty pledging all signatory nations to work for gender equality be ratified by the Senate.

Meaningless because the treaty will do absolutely nothing to assure equal rights for women. The treaty has actually been around since 1979, and the United States signed it in 1980, but the Senate has not chosen to take it up. A large percentage of the nations of the world have however fully accepted the treaty, and reading the list proves quite interesting since a great many of the signatories are some of the nations most guilty of abusing their female population. Lovely places like Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, Syria, and Serbia.

Quite obviously if the treaty could have actually improved the lives of women, it would have done so by now. Afghanistan for example signed almost 30 years ago, but only the United States military has been able to keep that nation from stoning women who dare to explore sexuality to death.

It seems though that people on the left often prefer symbolism to substance, and left wing female legislators just couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to take a futile and meaningless action for the rights of women around the world.

The occasion was a visit to members of our state government by a handful of female Afghanis. Women whom some liberal female legislators could feel sorry for, could feel like they were fighting for through the very bold action of writing an official letter to the President and Senate. Of course the Afghani women made no move towards their own freedom, their visit here just as meaningless as our legislators attempt to gain them equal rights.

To a person they wore the head coverings required by the men of their country. An Afghani woman, in Afghanistan, might very well have good reason for submitting to such a requirement. Social and legal demands are placed upon them, and it is certainly not beyond the realm of possibility to think that an Afghani woman violating such a rule could be killed in the street for doing so.

They were not however in Afghanistan. They were here, in the United States, in a nation that does provide full and complete equal rights to women. (Despite what some lefty political types might believe.) There was absolutely no valid reason for them to feel required to wear such symbols of subjugation here, and I must admit that I was horribly disappointed to watch them being active participants in their own subjugation.

It disappoints me that so few women understand that equal rights for women are not gained through legislation, they are not granted by some kind of outside force. They are taken, seized by women themselves.

That is why I was so disheartened to see the head coverings. The Afghani women were counting on women here, legislators here, to help grant them rights and power in Afghanistan. They aren’t savvy enough to realize that things just don’t work that way. If they want rights, if they want power as women, they are going to have to take it. Seize it from the men who they currently allow to prevent them from having it. Anything less is just a cop out, anything less cannot work. Will these women find the freedom they seek? Never. They weren’t smart enough to realize that such freedom can only be taken by force, and they passed up a tremendous opportunity to take a safe first step by removing their head coverings while here in the good ‘ol US of A.

This post need not be all about politics though, for the same exact principals apply to female supremacy. The dominant woman doesn’t wait around for her submissive to decide how much power she may have, she takes the power she wants through force and through force of her will.

Force, and I should also mention feminine sexuality, is the key. She doesn’t ask him if he wants to play a spanking game, she dresses in what she knows will impress his cock, grabs a whip and orders him to bend over. She doesn’t wait in vain for him to begin cleaning the house after he indicates a kinky desire to do so, she draws up a specific list of chores and the schedule she expects him to keep regarding each of them, then expects them to be done. She inspects afterwards praising him when he does well, forcing him to repeat them when done poorly.

This is how female domination works. Indeed, this is how all power works.

The women from Afghanistan, as well their lefty legislative admirers, just don’t seem to understand the world. Equal rights for women in this country were not somehow magically created out of the good hearts of men. They were demanded by women. Women required that their freedom be granted and indeed it was.

The Afghani women who visited our beautiful state, and the female legislators who pushed a legislative memorial for them don’t understand the nature of power, the necessity of force, and could therefore never gain equality. The women of the late 19th and early 20th centuries who did so very much to ensure freedom for American women of today would have been ashamed of the pathetic actions and lack of understanding by those legislators who were trying to help by writing a memorial to the President and Senate.

Had it not already been granted to them by the sacrifice of those who came before, these legislators certainly could never gain equal rights for themselves, much less ever have a chance of knowing the sublime joy to be had dominating a willing submissive.

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Chapter 3

Like most of my evenings this one was filled with electronic correspondence. Inquiries from those interested in C.L.I.T. Commanding Ladies In Triumph or it’s Men’s Auxiliary C.O.C.K. Cultivating Obedience Control & Kink. Letters from members of each, many of course seeking advice on the cultivation of their dominance or their submission, and reports to the Board of Directors; gloriously merciless women all.

My wife and I started C.L.I.T. and C.O.C.K. years ago with the express purpose of encouraging women everywhere to take control of their husbands, and of course encouraging those husbands to accept feminine control. We do not believe that relationships among ‘equals’ can be stable or fulfilling in the long term, and we choose to live a lifestyle in which the female is superior to the male. It seemed logical to us, and to the members who have joined us through the years that encouraging such dormant interests in both women and men would be helpful to the individuals thus encouraged, and society as a whole for happy individuals in fulfilling relationships are precisely what create positive civilization.

Of course not all members of the group pursue female supremacy with as much vigor or variety as we do, but all members do recognize the need for unequal relationships and embrace those relationships in which the female is superior to the male. Beyond the acceptance of those simple concepts the variety of relationships is unending as it should be in any free society.

What we seek to create, and what we have created is a subculture and a tight knit group in which women accept and use power for their own pleasure and in which men set aside their own wants, needs, and desires in order to best obey the woman they serve. A subculture in which women control, discipline, punish, dominate, decide, cause pain, humiliate, and command. A subculture in which men are controlled, are disciplined, are punished, submit, do not decide, suffer pain, are humiliated, and obey. A subculture of otherwise strong men who willingly become weak for the woman they serve. A subculture of strong women who strive to consider only their own wants, needs, and desires and who strive to selfishly demand that those wants, needs, and desires be met by the man in their life. Contrary to popular thought, such relationships are deeply fulfilling to both men and women.

This morning also called for a thank you letter to my wife’s current lover as she felt it important for me to always send a nice note after one of her ‘dates.’

Dear Sir,

Sincerely,
Her boy

I finished my morning correspondence with a little love note to my wife. I know that the delights in receiving them, and that they serve as an important way of checking in on the health of our relationship.

My dearest wife,

As always with love,
Your little pussy boy

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Allow me to start with a disclaimer:

horsesass.org is a blog filled with the very worst of left wing idiocy. A forum that does little but pound the drum for economic tyranny. A quick visit will show you just how bad things are over there if you are interested.

Geoff Simpson is a horrible State Representative and a horrible person. A quick search of Google or Wikipedia will show you just what a bad guy he truly is if you are interested. It is amazing to me that uninformed voters continue to send him back to our Capitol.

Lastly, I must point out that Representative Simpson did not write his own letter. He took something that is posted in many places on the internet and made it his own.

All that aside though, I guess that the old cliché is true. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

As the legislature continues consideration of expanding domestic partnership rights legislators are being flooded with emails from fundamentalist religious people, quoting the bible, assuring them that all these preeverts are going straight to hell.

Most legislators respond with some bland nonsense thanking them for their input and promising to consider it of course.

Not Geoff Simpson. He gave it right back, and started punching them in the eye. Good for him. It’ll probably cost him his next election, but a career that has been marked with little good will at last have a shining spark.

You can read about it on Horsesass:

Rep. Geoff Simpson, man of god

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“The language of sex has yet to be invented.”
-Anais Nin

I think that I sometimes share the frustration Ms. Nin expressed with her quote above.

One finds erotica written obscurely as if it is filtered through a lens covered with gauze. One also finds erotica written frankly, yet such frank language requires the use of vulgarity. What we as a culture do not seem to posses is a language that frankly expresses sexuality and sexual pleasures with beauty, without vulgarity. This is I think a failing in our society, of our heritage.

I prefer erotica written frankly, I do not feel that I need an authors filter to protect my sensibilities. For this reason, I generally write my own erotica frankly. Would it not be nice to do so without having to rely upon vulgarities though?

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activist on a mission to initiate change

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