All the bdsm and fetish 'how to' books seem to include a chapter about the importance of communication to one's sexual satisfaction.

I don't post about it much here, but I must agree with that advice.

It can be extremely hard to talk about sex, to tell our partner exactly what it is that we need. Especially if we think our desires to be strange.

We must get over it. We must overcome the fear we feel.

We are being unfair to our partner if we don't tell him or her what we desire, and just as importantly, our chances of getting our desires met fall to just about zero if our partner has no clue about them.

If we love our partner, and if our partner loves us, then certainly we can communicate and it is what we need to do if we expect our relationship to be strong over the long term.

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He looks perfect to me. A heavy leather posture collar holds his neck high, a matching hood blinds him. His face is hidden beneath the leather, only his mouth remains exposed. Delightfully positioned, he is kneeling before me, his knees spread wide.

I walk up to him; caress the leather covering his eyes with the tips of my fingers. I hold his head. My leg moves back then juts forward; my foot crashes into his delicate and exposed balls.

His mouth opens so he can scream; I cut it off, pulling his head toward me, driving the dildo strapped around my waist deeply into his throat. I fuck him, fuck his mouth, his throat with my long, long dildo. He can only gag, never scream.

Brutality is what he desires, cruelty is what he needs.

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Again this past week we all saw evidence that snow manages to virtually shut down Seattle and its environs.

Sea-Tac was closed. Our state Capitol was running on generator power. Our freeways and streets were often blocked. Thousands upon thousands of people were without electricity.

Now, I wouldn't mind any of this, but how are my slaves supposed to drive from their homes to my wonderful dungeon with all this white stuff? I must say that the snow is a most bothersome cramp in my style.

It is Western Washington the weather always improves. The snow is gone, the airport and roads are good for traveling again.

You need to come visit me, very soon, so that I can get rid of this pent up energy, frustrated sadism, on your cute little ass!

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You beg her to place you in chastity; you cajole her to do it. Over and over again, you ask, you plead, for years.

Eventually she says that magic word. She says YES!

She puts an end to your orgasm. For two weeks.

She considers it as the days go on, she thinks, she reflects, she observes you.

She decides that she prefers you sex-less.

She decides that two weeks are not long enough, decides that your days of orgasm are over. That you will cum no more.

Do you rejoice? Do you cry?

Are you glad you received that which you wished for?

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Don't believe the naysayers, he can win, he can help turn our nation around, but he needs our help. He needs our money, our time, and our influence:

Ron Paul for President

Fetish, BDSM, Femdom, and Female Supremacy continues below...

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I was watching an old episode of the Tudors recently, when a scene caught my imagination.

On their wedding night, the groom, a despicable man, forcibly bent his bride over a table, ripped her dress up over her hips, kicked her legs open, and raped her from behind as she cried.

How much fun that could be in a proper female dominated marriage though!

The groom bent over, tied down, brutally fucked with a huge dildo. Whimpering with each thrust he is forced to accept. Used until all he can do is cry.

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The soft delicate folds, tender lips that shroud and protect my clit and the entrance to my vagina. The tiny hood that covers and hides the treasure, the point of pleasure that is my clit. The small, tight, damp opening that allows access to the depths of my body.

None of these are visible to you; none will ever be visible to you. My slit is sacred, my slit is forever forbidden to you.

I've covered it with a strikingly tight black latex panty. The panty reveals in outline as much as it conceals but it remains an immovable, unbreakable barrier to your view, to your touch.

I will sit upon your face while I wear my latex, urge you to explore, worship that black rubber with your tongue your lips. Being a man, you will love doing so; you will grow hard while doing so.

I'll use my vicious little whip to beat your balls. Beat your balls until your worthless cock grows soft again. Still you will lick. In moments you will grow hard again; I'll beat it soft again. Over and over this dance, our dance shall repeat.

Your tongue, your lips are ineffective through the latex, ultimate pleasure you cannot give. Later I'll whip you for your failure to bring me to orgasm.

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I wonder, who will be the first lucky boy to worship my boots in 2012?

Perhaps it will be you...

I look forward to hearing from you...

Now.

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"You aren't worthy to see the beauty of female love." She said as she fastened the heavy leather hood over my head.

"I'll let you listen tonight, but you will never be permitted to watch." She continued.

Blinded by the hood, the dominatrix had to lead me into the cage, a dominant feature in the corner of her bedroom. Once I was inside, I heard the two padlocks fasten the door closed.

After the click of the locks silence abounded. I knew that she had walked into the arms of her female lover, knew that soon the sounds of their lovemaking would reach my ears.

I eagerly waited with the most intense feeling of anticipation.

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I value each and every one of you who takes the time to read this blog, and those who participate here with me in the comments section.

I sincerely hope that each of you, my readers, have a wonderful 2012, may it be your very best year ever!

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Santa Clause wearily makes his way into his bedchamber. He is, as can only be imagined, mentally and physically exhausted after a 24 hour night delivering gifts to all the boys and girls of the world.

Mrs. Clause is nowhere to be seen, so he strips out of his traditional outfit, sets the clothes gently aside to be put away the next day and climbs into bed nude, ready for the bliss that comes only with sleep.

Normally, before falling to sleep Santa Clause thinks about sex and his mind plays host to visions of beautiful women, one after the other. He knows that he is overly focused on sex, but that is a side effect of the chastity device he wears. Mrs. Clause cut him off from sex more years ago than he cares to remember, and since that time she has limited him to a single orgasm every six weeks. Even those orgasms are less than satisfying though, for she insists that he have them only in the most humiliating of ways. He thinks about all of these things every night, but not tonight. Tonight he is too tired to even think.

He pulls the covers up over his chest and relaxes. Just as he is about to nod off Mrs. Clause enters the room. She is nude, her body glistening, wet somehow. She walks over to the bed, climbs upon it.

"Just one little job left to do before you go to sleep." She whispers as she moves her body over him, placing her wet and open cunt inches from his face.

"I need you to lick all of this cum from my body, starting with my cunt." She says, sitting down, the lips of her cleft meeting those of his mouth.

"I fucked all your elves tonight. Funny how such little creatures have such huge cocks! I thought I'd have to scream when they decided to triple penetrate me." She said with a chuckle.

Santa licked, grateful to have the privilege of being served Mrs. Clause's cream pie. Sleep he knew could wait.

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When Santa comes down your chimney maybe he'll have something extra special for you!

All you sissys, maybe for you Santa won't only come down your chimney; maybe he'll cum down your throat too!

All you sluts, maybe Santa will bring wonderful toys with which to fill your asses, your cunts!

And all of you boys in chastity, let's hope that Santa helps the wonderful women in your lives to forget all about letting you out, forget till spring at least!

Merry Christmas to you all, I hope that it is a most spectacular holiday for everyone who regularly visits here!

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Let's enjoy freedom again in America. Let's elect Ron Paul President.

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"That was a delightful party! I loved having some time with my girl friends, and you did a very good job serving. All that alcohol though, it sure runs through a person. I think the toilet was heavily used and you know how I like things clean." She said.

"Go into the bathroom, replace the towels, then clean the toilet. Use your toothbrush inside the bowl, your tongue to clean the rim and the seat. Videotape it all for me." She continued.

"I'll be in the game room, shooting some pool. When you are done cleaning the bathroom, clean up yourself then come to me. You can lick my asshole while I finish my game, after that I think I'll sit on your face, see just how long I can enjoy that tongue massaging my ass." She said.

"Tomorrow morning, make me a copy of the cleaning video on CD. Next time you misbehave I'll send it to your mother anonymously." She concluded.

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A fellow emailed me recently. It seems that he has written a book, directed at women, all about how to give great blowjobs.

He thought that a guest post from him might be appropriate here.

Silly boy!

This dominatrix can't imagine herself kneeling before a man, taking his worthless little cock into her mouth, swallowing his slime.

She can imagine it for her sissy readers, but she quite sure that their Mistresses are perfectly capable of training their sissys in that particular skill.

Alas, maybe if he writes a book on causing pain to cocks, instead of pleasure, then maybe we could allow a guest post. In the meantime, it seems he is confused about just what proper uses should be allowed for slave cocks.

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"Don't worry honey." My wife said as she lowered her wet and fragrant cunt toward my mouth. "This isn't the first time you've licked your friend John's cum from my body, it's just the first time you know that you are doing it."

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I glance around our bedroom. It looks quite normal; indeed it would look quite normal to anyone who took a peak at it. Normal except for the padlocks. My lady and I are laying side by side in our bed, reading our books, the very picture of Saturday morning normalness. Except for those locks.

I've got a heavy leather collar padlocked around my neck. A heavy chain is attached to the collar by a second padlock, and that chain is in turn padlocked to a steel ring bolted into our headboard. My lady professes great love for me. In fact she says that her love is so great that it cannot bear the thought of my freedom. That she keeps me chained to hold me physically and mentally close, as a way of ensuring that I am submerged in her, enveloped within a cocoon of her will, her desires.

We went to bed early last night and plan on staying in bed all day today. It is one of our favorite ways to enjoy a Saturday, an infrequent but longed for pleasure. My lady doesn't burden me with many rules, but on days like this one they all come into play.

Her first rule is that I am never allowed to refuse her sexual overtures. My lady doesn't enjoy foreplay, so sex for us is strictly fucking and I must be ready, even eager to fuck on her slightest indication.

I know that most men would delight at having such a rule imposed by their lady, but perhaps I should mention that fucking for us is a bit out of the ordinary. My lady straps a large rubber dildo around her hips, nestles its base against her clit and uses my ass until we are both panting, sweating, and exhausted from the exertion.

Long ago she learned that her most powerful orgasms come from the base of her dildo working against her clit as she violates a man's ass and through the years I have found her to be utterly insatiable. Fucking, and cumming for her is not a one-time occurrence a time or two a week, it is a huge marathon session of fucking and cumming and resting over and over again, throughout a night filling a day or both. Despite the sheer volume of her sexual need it is never repetitious, no fuck ever seems to feel like the one before it because her range is huge. At one extreme I might be fucked softly, gently, slowly, sensually. At the other extreme the fucking will be hard, brutal, fast, almost a rape.

Each and every time we fuck she cums, usually once, occasionally twice. Her orgasms, like her fucking, are extremely varied. Sometimes so soft that they barely register with my consciousness, other times she virtually collapses while screaming her pleasure. I too am allowed to cum, in fact I am required to cum. I masturbate as she uses my ass and no fuck is ever allowed to end until we both have cum. During a marathon session such as this one I find it very easy to cum at the start but towards the end, when my body is worn and sore, when my energy and slime has been spent it can be extremely difficult for me to cum, no matter how hard I try, and that promises extremely long brutal fucks indeed.

Take last night when we went to bed. She quickly had me lubed up and was buried deep inside me within moments. I heard her cum behind me and felt the jerks of her body as they were transmitted by the dildo. Moments later I too was able to release in joy. She woke me a couple of times in the night by forcing the dildo up into my ass and those too were quick and easy orgasms for me. Later today though, this evening, my ass will be hurting, feeling as if it is afire from all her use of it. My balls will be drained and my desire for orgasm gone. She'll fuck me though, fuck me until I cum, fuck me until she has wrung the very last drop of moisture from my body.

As I've said, we went to bed early last night, and will remain in bed today reading, talking, and fucking. Only occasionally will we get up for coffee, snacks, and the bathroom. 36, even 48 hours are the sex sessions my lady most enjoys, huge swaths of time with nothing to do but wallow in our hedonism. I'll be fucked more times that I'll remember, her unquenchable thirst for orgasm always driving us from one penetration to the next. My ass though, it will never be empty. I mentioned that my lady does not enjoy foreplay. What that means for us is that she will lubricate my ass prior to our first fuck but after that I'm kept open and ready for her by artificial means. Immediately after pulling her dildo from my ass she follows it with a matching butt plug. The plug forces my ass to remain open so that when she is ready to go again she simply removes it and slides back into me.

Her second rule is that I can never clean myself from fuck to fuck. She says that the cum spilled from my orgasm, and whatever else may soil my body are her marks. Marks on me that prove her ownership of me. These marks of her must remain either on my body, or in my body. To facilitate the latter she will sometimes scoop up globules of my cum, or even worse things, with her fingers, bringing those to my lips that I might lick and eat the results of our fucking.

Her third rule is that I must always ask her permission before I cum. She says that doing so reminds me that she owns my body, my pleasure, and me. Last night a very powerful orgasm snuck up on me before I could ask so I had to be punished for violating the rule. She spanked me long and hard, until my ass was afire, while alternating the slaps to my ass with caresses to my cock and balls. I know that spanking me turns us both on because the moment she finished punishing me she mounted me again and we fucked with wild abandon.

She says that soon she will buy a stout whip to punish me with; I honestly can't wait to feel its delicious sting.

Her fourth rule is meaningless today as I am chained but comes into play on most days. It is that I am never permitted to leave our bed without her permission. She says that her love for me forces her to want me at her side always and that a love as intense as hers can be satisfied with nothing less than full control over my movements and time.

Her final rule comes into play every night of our lives. It is that once she is in bed I am to enter it on my hands and knees, ass pushed up into the air, and in that position, beg her to fuck me. Most nights she does. On those she chooses against sex she spanks me instead, giving me a delightful feeling of glowing in the cheeks of my ass, a feeling that always seems to bring good dreams as I fall asleep. I know that she instituted this rule so that we would never forget sex, never neglect that vital part of any romantic and loving relationship.

My back is to her and I've just felt her fingertips move to the base of the plug in my ass. She is gently caressing it, working it slightly in my hole.

I move my own hand to her, feel her dildo and move my fingers down it to her pussy, her center under that rubber. I caress her labia and hear her softly moan. In moments she will turn towards me and we will fuck again.

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A tinkling of knife against crystal took my attention from the feast I was busy devouring and directed it to the Mistress seated at the tables head, and in who's home we were being entertained. She rose as the table quieted and let us know about the games she had planned.

"You slaves might be interested to know that each of you has been kept in chastity for a similar amount of time by your respective owners." She began.

I glanced at my Mistress and she nodded yes with a faint smile.

"You have no doubt noticed while she was serving you that my sissy maid Tammy has become quite the beautiful little dish. What you might not know is that I've not only trained her to serve perfectly, but I've also trained her to be the perfect submissive sex partner. She is amazingly adept with her mouth and through much work her little sissy cunt has become a remarkably warm and inviting hole." She continued.

"My strap-on is a delightful tool, but I want her to experience a brutal gang rape, and that is where you slaves come in."

I glanced at the maid and saw a deep blush explode across her pretty face.

"You must however, each prove your worth before being allowed to violate my sissy. First, to ensure that you are ready, we are going to load each of you up with Viagra. After that, very slowly, each of you will be filled with a delightfully ice cold enema. The first one of you to scream for release will be granted it, but know that the first to seek release from the waters will also be the looser of the game. Do you all understand?" She asked.

At her glance we each nodded yes.

"Everyone but the looser will be given the opportunity, well, not just the opportunity, required to use my little sissy as a whore. I want her choking on cock, I want her little sissy cunt plowed by cock. Don't misunderstand, I don't want to see any gentleness, I want her violently violated, violently raped. Use your imaginations, loose your compassion. One thing though, know that we will all be watching. Any slave who can't get it up, any slave who can't fill her with cum will be castrated. Make sure your cocks work, do whatever you require to make it happen." She said.

"As for the looser of our little contest, you will have a very special reward. Following the rape you will lick every drop of cum off my sissy's body, eat every drop from inside her body. For now, enjoy your desert, we will get started soon enough." She concluded with a flourishing hand indicating the pie Tammy had set before each of us as the head Mistress talked.

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I hope that each and every one of you get to experience the myriad joys of life this holiday!

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Darling, let us play a game. It'll make watching the Seahawks today more exciting for us!

We'll build a big fire so that we can both watch naked.

Every time the Ravens have the ball you'll wear clamps on your nipples. When the Seahawks get it back, I'll remove them for you. The longer the drive, the greater your pain!

Every time the Ravens get a first down, I'll cane your ass, give you ten of the very best!

Every time the Seahawks get a first down, you'll get one too! I'll open my legs and let you worship with your lips. Extra points for you if I cum!

The first time the Ravens score, I'll plug your ass. Each additional touchdown will result in a larger plug for you. I wonder how high the score will go today?

If the Seahawks score I'll let you play with yourself while licking my body. You get two minutes per score, that's four with a touchdown and extra point. No cumming though, edging will be the watchword of the day.

If the Seahawks win I'll let you cum on my beautiful little feet and lick your mess clean.

If the Ravens win, I guess that your nasty slime will have to remain in your balls for another week. We can always play again next Sunday!

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Some time ago Maurice had dragged me into my bedroom where he forced me to strip. Once naked I was thrown onto my bed and roughly lashed into place. Maurice's bondage resulted in holding me face down on the bed, my arms and legs spread towards the four corners of that platform.

Maurice is an expert and it took him only moments to bind me. He did so wordlessly and quickly moved to leave but his words on departing spread a chill down my spine.

"You just lay there. Think about what you have done. I'll be back to punish you later." He said.

I'd been punished by many men through the years and they all seemed to relish it but Maurice delivered the worst punishments I'd ever experienced. I knew that he hated me. He hated the fact that I was with her. It was irrational jealousy but he would never get over it. He also hated my weakness. He held me in contempt for the weakness I displayed before her.

We owned countless instruments of torture but a plain thick leather belt was Maurice's favored implement for punishing me. I knew that later I would feel that belt; my ass would explode in pain as it slapped home, but my ass would not be all. I knew that Maurice would beat me from my shoulders to my ankles, sparing no part of my backside. His hatred for me would flow down his arm, through the belt, and emerge against my body as an overwhelming physical force. I knew that he would laugh at me as I suffered, I knew that it would take my bruised body days to recover, perhaps most importantly though, I knew that he didn't care how long it took, he cared only that I was punished horribly. She I knew felt the same.

Maurice had left, and I was here. As he had predicted, I was contemplating my crime.

To most people I suppose, I wouldn't seem a crime at all. Under this roof however, it was considered an extremely serious infraction. While shaving my beautiful wife's cleft I reached out and caressed its delicate folds with my finger.

Honestly my life revolves around her pussy. I desire it more than anything in the world, and she uses that desire as her means of control. I've been forever denied it but on this occasion I could not help myself. I gave it the briefest and gentlest of caresses while shaving it bare.

I am of course allowed to touch her cleft; she requires my help in shaving it, cleaning it, and ensuring its beauty. I am not however allowed to touch it, or any part of her body in a sensual or erotic way. That pleasure is for others. It is I know a very fine line and could be open to misunderstanding; forbidden touches are crimes of thought, crimes of intention. She was however correct. I did touch her in an erotic way and had intended to do so. Premeditation if you will.

That forbidden touch was three days ago. Tonight I am to be punished for it.

My wife, Marie, if you must know, and I started dating when we were both quite young, right out of high school in fact. She ruled me from the beginning. For the first five years we dated and enjoyed what I thought was an extremely exciting sexual relationship.

I doted upon her needs and desires, she learned to become ever more selfish and demanding. It was, for each of us, a perfect way to live and we quickly moved in together while still attending university.

Sexually, I thought we were perfectly in-sync and delightfully compatible. Like now, I was not allowed to touch her in a sexual manner, but I was permitted to watch her masturbate, granted permission to witness the glory of her orgasm. She didn't feel that my own sexual gratification was important or something that I should control, so I wore a chastity device most of the time. Occasionally however she would remove it and I would be permitted to masturbate while kissing and licking her delicate asshole. I must confess that I loved nothing more than kneeling behind her, placing my mouth upon that opening to her body, and looking up at her. She seemed to me to be a goddess.

When we finished university I asked the most important question of my life. Would she marry me?

She informed me that marriage would be much different than our lives so far. I was told that her selfishness would grow, her demands would grow, and that our sex life would undergo radical transformation. She made certain that I understood that my life would be one of service, suffering, and in large measure humiliation.

I told her that I desired whatever life she chose for us. I assured her that I could handle any desire she had. I begged her to marry me.

To be continued...

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I'm sitting alone. I've been left here, in this small and dark room to contemplate. I am to reflect upon my past and thereby prepare myself for my future. That future will begin later tonight, following the sacred ceremony that is soon to begin.

I'm in an outer chamber to the temple; a portal that all who seek to serve, as I do, must pass through on their journey. Thinking about the momentous step I'm about to take has, I think, distorted my perception of time. I'm not certain if minutes have passed, or hours. All I can truly be certain of is the blank paper and pen on the desk before me. As I reflect upon my past and dream about my future I am to write. I am to tell the story of me.

I arrived at the outer doors of the temple exactly at 5:00pm, as I had been directed. The door was opened to me by nothing less than a Goddess of beauty, soft skin and lace. As I entered the foyer my eyes caressed her beauty. High heels, Cuban style stockings held up by a lacy garter belt, and matching panties, a complete outfit that revealed much yet promised more.

"Follow me." She commanded as she turned to lead the way up a wide staircase.

Starting up the stairs, following her lead, I noticed another Goddess standing at their head. I could see that she wore matching heels upon her feet but those heels were her only adornment. She was gloriously nude.

When I reached the top of the staircase the nude Goddess opened a small door to her left. Following her lead we all entered the small room where I now sit.

"Are you ready to dedicate your life to the sacred feminine?" I was asked.

"Yes Goddess." I replied.

"Do you renounce your masculinity, understanding it to be wholly inferior to femininity?" The second question I heard.

"Yes Goddess." I replied.

"Do you agree that you must lead a life of suffering, that suffering is your destiny as a male?" The questions continued.

"Yes Goddess." I affirmed.

"Is the step you are about to take of your own free will?" I was asked.

"Yes Goddess." I answered once again.

"Then strip. Remove your clothing as the very first step down this path." The nude Goddess commanded. "You will begin this journey with no adornment whatsoever."

As ordered I slowly stripped, placing my things with care on a small table beside the door. I remained under watchful eyes as I removed the ring from my finger and the delicate gold chain from around my neck. My watch was next, and then I began removing my clothes. My blouse was first, followed by my bra. I removed my shoes, pantyhose, and finally my skirt. My thong panty was quite beautiful, but as always embarrassing to me. I hated the way its delicate material was stretched by my worthless dick and balls. I longed for a body that was smooth and sleek, instead I possessed an unsightly bulge that distorted my beautiful lingerie. Embarrassed at my state, I removed the panty. I stood before the beautiful Goddesses, my cock rock hard and pointing at them, dripping because of the lust they brought forth within me.

I was ashamed, I knew that the physical display of my lust was disgraceful and degrading, an insult to the Goddesses.

The Goddess in stockings and panty bent over to touch my legs, running her hands over them from my calves to my ass. As she stood her hands caressed my balls and worked their way up to my chest where they lightly pinched my nipples.

"Perfectly smooth and well shaven." She said to the other Goddess.

The nude Goddess pointed to a small desk and chair. "You will sit, contemplate your life. Write it for us. Write us your story, your past, your present, your dreamed of future. When you are done we will read it. If we find it worthy, you will be allowed to continue this journey."

I moved toward the desk and pulled out the chair. When I truly saw it, the chair startled me. From across the room it had looked like any standard wooden desk chair, now that it was pulled out I noticed that it was anything but standard. On the seat was affixed a huge wooden dildo. Massive in girth and quite long, it became obvious that sitting in this chair would be an exercise in violation for any victim.

"I said you will sit!" Barked the nude Goddess, obviously irritated by my slight hesitation.

I gingerly moved my body into place, pulling the chair into the desk as I hovered over the hard dildo. Gently I placed my body's opening at its tip and slowly lowered myself, trying to accept the inevitable penetration.

"Sit!" The nude Goddess yelled while grasping my shoulders and shoving me downward with all her might. I must confess that I screamed at the violation as my body was forced to accept the hard dildo. Screamed in agony and fear. The pain hasn't gone away as I've sat here but after a few moments I was able to slowly begin to accept it.

The Goddesses lit a single candle on the desk and reminded me of my task. They then turned out the lights. Preparations complete they stood beside me at the desk. I had thought that they were ready to leave me, but it seemed that more was in store.

The nude Goddess placed a foot on the chair beside me, an act that opened her legs and allowed me to have a complete and stunning view of her body's holy temple. Its lips were open, glistening with moisture, seeming to call out to be caressed and pleasured.

"Look at what you will never possess." The stocking and pantied Goddess said. "Devour with your eyes that which you will forever desire, that which will forever control your miserable existence."

While speaking the Goddess moved to her nude partner. They embraced and I watched as she penetrated that open temple of womanhood with her long, slender finger. It disappeared, and I heard the nude Goddess sigh in pleasure. They parted and the finger was rubbed across my upper lip, below my nose.

"May the scent of femininity fuel your writing." The Goddess said.

Silently they both left the room, I've been here since, contemplating the blank paper and pen before me.

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Halloween: A truly delightful holiday for children, and adult adventurers!

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If I were a vampire I would be certain to look my best, sexy always.

If I were a vampire I would explore all of the condition's erotic possibilities.

If I were a vampire I would need your pain and fear, not only your blood to thrive.

If I were a vampire would you suffer for me?

If I were a vampire would you fear me?

If I were a vampire would you give me your blood?

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I think that no matter how strongly a contract is worded, or how careful one is, ultimately business must come down to trust. We must deal with each other honorably, and for business to be good we must trust that everyone else will deal with honor as well.

Here in the United States we are extremely successful materially in large measure because we can trust each other much more often than not, and in general we can trust that our government will not steal most of what we make or change the rules of business mid-stream too often.

A nation of business thieves, Russia comes to mind, will not be able to find our maintain large scale material progress because the Russian people can't trust the other guy to not rob him blind in any business deal. Hence the extreme wealth of some Russians contrasted with the shocking poverty of their neighbors.

Likewise a nation whose government does not respect the rule of law will always lag behind one ruled by a government that does. The United States and Mexico provide a prime example. In the United States we can know that we can save, invest, build a business, and be confident that the government will most likely not come along to steal it. On the other hand, Mr. Fox, the previous President of Mexico outlines in his book how the Government slowly stole the majority of the ranch started by his Grandfather, leaving Fox and family with only a small part of their previous land.

We must I think, as Americans, be ever watchful that we deal honorably with others, ensure that we only do business with those who deal honorably with us, and of course be wary of those politicians who advocate taking wealth from those who have earned it to undeservedly reward those who have not. This is how we protect and maintain our prosperity.

Why do I post this today? Because a merchant tried to cheat me recently. He didn't get away with it, but his ethics have certainly been on my mind.

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The march of progress continues to amaze me. A few years ago I bought a new digital camera, a very wonderful Cannon that I was always very pleased with.

Time moves forward and I needed a new one. Off to the store I go. I left with an inexpensive Nikon CoolPix. I've spent a couple of days playing with it, and I must say that I am very impressed.

This new camera cost well under 1/3rd what I paid for the last one and it can do so much more. One reason I selected it is the fact that it takes standard AA batteries. No more having to keep the rechargeable ones fired up, and no worries at all about finding the right battery if traveling out of country.

Another wonderful benefit for me is the camera's ability to record a picture both in enlargement quality, and in a compressed quality suitable for web pages. No more having to download the pictures into a computer and manually processing them before they can be sent in email or placed on a web page. The camera will just make one of each if desired.

An eight-dollar SD card from Wall Mart gets me over 400 pictures at the highest quality.

All in all, it is a wonderful camera, at a very low cost. Perfect for vacation snapshots.

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I noticed while shopping today that Eddie Bauer has some nice wide-mouth water bottles on sale. These are the perfect things for making sure that your man is hydrated as he drives off to work each day.

The wide mouth makes them very easy to fill with your morning piss, and the nice tight fitting lid helps to ensure that he will not spill a drop as he slowly sips while driving to work.

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I've been spending quite a bit of time online this past week, exploring possible vacation destinations for the future.

While reading a message board from one of the cities, a board populated by American and Canadian expats, it struck me what a truly amazing tool the Internet has become in what has been a short amount of time.

Twenty years ago it would be extremely hard, if not impossible to get instant, in-depth information about a city half way across the globe. Outdated, superficial stuff intended for tourists and history buffs, sure. Up to the minute information about a brand spankin new restaurant on an out of the way street, impossible.

This wealth of information of course covers all aspects of our lives, good for so much more than just travel.

Heck, everything one could ever want to know about BDSM and female domination is right here, free for the taking. Just imagine how hard it would have been to get good solid information about female domination as recently as 1980. Ronald Reagan doesn't seem all that long ago, but the volume and quality of information we all have at our fingertips now would have been unimaginable to most adults during his Presidency I think.

Change is I suppose a constant in our lives. Perhaps sometimes we dwell upon and remember negatives brought about by change, but we should also remember the positives, the truly wonderful enhancements to our lives that change brings.

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"You know what makes you a perfect slave?" She asked.

"No, Goddess." He replied.

"You'd rather see my feet than my pussy." She answered while making a show of dangling her high-heeled shoe from her toes.

"In fact" she continued, "you'd rather lick my toes than fuck me."

He groaned, his response brought forth both from the sight of her dangling heel and the truth of her words.

"Isn't that right slave?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress." He replied shamefully, knowing that he would suffer for his words.

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Our Governor has called a special session of the legislature. They will convene in November with a goal of removing the current budget deficit.

Of course we will hear much crying about 'budget cuts' but we must remember that these 'cuts' are not cuts at all. The legislature will have more money to spend in this biennium than it had in the last.

'Cuts' discussed will be reductions in amount the legislature wanted to spend, and in brand spankin new programs.

New and increased taxes would be of harm to our economy, and must be avoided. If you agree, now is the time to tell your own legislators your opinion to ensure that they do 'cut' and don't tax.

Find your legislators here.

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