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A most wonderful blog I'm enjoying this Friday afternoon.

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Since my last post about it, I've been continuing my use of the Nook, and my initial pleasure with it and the B&N delivery system remain.

I've read three novels, one quite long, and a number of smaller documents on the device so far, and still find it to be a wonderful reading experience.

A tremendous side benefit is all the free books B&N makes available, old and new.

An interesting thing I've noticed while going through the B&N catalog is that the vanilla bookstore sells a great deal of erotica, even BDSM erotica. All of it seems to be geared to women and apparently a good deal of it is sold. Perhaps those who do not have the courage to buy such things in person find it easy to enjoy their fantasies via downloading instead.

A handful of Nook links for those who take my advice and get one of these wonderful readers:

Get Your Nook Here

Personalize Your Nook Screen Here

Manage Your Non Barnes & Noble Books Here

Discuss Your Nook Here

Buy A Beautiful Cover For Your Nook Here

Skin Your Nook Here

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I've recently returned from a most wonderful vacation on the Olympic Peninsula. Like the majority of my vacations, this was taken with the Airstream, and its newly remodeled bathroom was wonderful.

The first night was spent in Olympia, down at the Airstream club, and after that we were off, traveling north alongside the Hood Canal.

That took us to Port Townsend where we had three wonderful nights in all. Our spot at Port Townsend was once again in the Marina this time we were on the very point at which the Puget Sound and the Straight of Juan de Fuca meet, with out little trailer stationed at the base of the light marking that spot. The water was perhaps 20 steps in front of the Airstream, perhaps 5 steps to its side, the ultimate in water front property.

Port Townsend is a fun town for shopping and sightseeing and I did quite a bit of that. Restaurants have also greatly improved in the town through the years, and both the Port Hudson Café, and T's Restaurant were truly wonderful in their own ways.

Leaving Port Townsend we were off to a little resort on Crescent Lake. Again we had a spot right on the water (it pays to make reservations many months in advance) and a great time was had hiking around the lake, and rowing through it. We were there for two nights, in truly spectacular weather.

From Crescent Lake we made our way to the Pacific Ocean at La Push. Like last year we pulled the Airstream right on to the beach and had a truly wonderful time spending our days there beachcombing and simply absorbing the natural beauty of that spot. The spectacular weather held at La Push as well, not a cloud in the sky, which is rare indeed for the northern Washington Coast.

Of course as all fans of Twilight know, La Push is free of vampires yet full of werewolves, this separation the result of a treaty reached between the two groups years ago. I confess that I enjoy the books, but the level of fandom shown by some readers, especially teenage girls, is almost eerie. Everything in Forks and La Push seems to be referencing Twilight, and people vacation there just to walk where these fictional characters walk. To each his or her own, but to my mind, it is a bit strange.

All in all, a truly wonderful vacation, but I'm always glad to be back home as well, and it was wonderful having all my toys of torture available again!

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I broke down this weekend and finally bought a Nook from Barnes and Noble. I've been debating an e-reader for a long time and recently decided that the technology and price were at the point that I shouldn't put it off any longer. I must say that I am impressed.

I did briefly consider both the Kindle and the IPad. Despite my adoration for all things Apple, it was an easy choice against the IPad due to its use of a computer type screen. I can't imagine reading on a computer for hours. The Kindle would, I imagine give an equally good (perhaps even slightly better with the newest model) reader experience, and I do have some wonderful friends who work for Amazon, but in the end I had to decide against it for a handful of reasons including the inability to change the battery without sending the machine back, its lack of the possibility for additional storage capacity, and the proprietary ebook format Amazon uses. I do know that there is a way to convert other formats for use on the Kindle, but it seems a horrible bother when the Nook can just read them as they are.

The additional fact that a real live person is there in a genuine store to help get you started was a great bonus with the Nook too.

Purchasing decisions dispensed with, let's talk about this wonderful Nook.

First of all, and most importantly, you can read on this bad boy! Over the last couple of days I think that I've probably logged 12 hours staring at its screen, and all without a hint of eyestrain. Additionally, the e-ink screen is all it's promised to be in sunlight. Yesterday, as an experiment, I took it outside and carefully lined it up so that it was directly facing into the sun, lo and behold; the letters were crisp, clear, and readable. Lastly, the adjustable font size is a great benefit. Just last week I started a new and long paperback that had an extremely small font. It was difficult to read in low light (alas a problem I didn't notice just a few short years ago) but on the Nook the font size is adjustable from tiny to massive.

Second of all, this thing makes reading cheap! I love books, old and new. The old books I enjoy are all free for the asking thanks to the efforts of Google and the distribution of Barnes and Noble. The new ebooks aren't free of course, but they are very reasonably priced, some wonderfully priced. As a truly great added bonus, it seems that Barnes and Noble gives away a nice new book to each Nook owner once a week. Gotta love the little "Buy For Free" button that pops up on the touchscreen.

Thirdly, this thing is small! My house is full of books, my playroom has books scattered around, and my office is so crammed with books that there is little room for anything else. I don't mind any of that, but surrounding oneself with books is certainly a pain when traveling by air, and even in the Airstream devoting a shelf to books is quite a trade off. This nook will hold an immense number of books, whatever I could desire to read, all in the palm of my hand. If I do happen to run out of things to read, I can get a new book. Anywhere, 24/7. I even went book shopping yesterday, figuring that if I saw something great in the store I could just remember the title then order it up for the Nook later.

Lastly, this thing is convenient! As mentioned previously, I enjoy reading old books. I've got a good relationship with the local used bookstore and they are always happy to search out and find whatever treasure I desire. It's hard though. I've got to drive down to the store, explain what I'm after, discuss what I desire regarding price v. condition, and then wait until it's found. Once it is found it's another drive down there to pick it up. I did an experiment when I got the Nook. A few months ago I was in search of a rare and old book. I did the steps outlined above and two trips to town, about a month, and a good deal of money later I got my book. With the Nook, I searched for the book, found it for free from a Google scan of the Harvard Library and downloaded it. I don't think that it took more than a minute of my time, and did I mention it was free?

For my first serious foray into reading on the Nook I've selected a novel of about 1000 pages. After a couple days I'm about 200 pages into it (playing with the Nook seems to have used up a good deal of reading time, but that initial desire to press buttons seems to be ebbing now) and am enjoying reading on it immensely. When I'm done with the novel I'll have given it a good test, but so far I can see no advantage a real book has over the Nook.

As a final thought, I am on some level saddened by how well this thing works. It, and others like it, of course spell the end of real bookstores, and I imagine real books eventually. I won't live to see that, so I guess it's OK, but books are truly wonderful things, and I can see a day in the distance when new books probably do not exist. That is sad, but change happens and the world moves forward.

That's it for now; I've got to get back to the fantasy world contained within that little box called Nook.

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The last little story I posted here had as its characters a dominant woman and her slave girl. So much of my blog is devoted to female dominants and male submissives that I don't want folks to get the wrong idea about me.

I adore playing with male subs, but I also adore playing with female subs, and couples are always a special treat!

No matter your gender or orientation, I'd love to talk about playing with you. If you want to play with me, send me a quick email; I'm quite certain that you will not regret it.

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I scouted this road a few weeks ago. A virtually deserted mountain lane, it was perfect for my purposes. It didn't move enough cars to actually disturb my plans, but just enough to add an element of danger to them. I'd planned my scenario well and was thrilled about it coming true, my little bitch sitting beside me in the truck as I drove.

As we left my house I took the opportunity to scare her. I held my harness and a new strap-on dildo in my hand as I informed her "I'm going to pound your asshole until you scream."

Since then I hadn't said a word. I simply took her by the hand, led her out to the truck, and began the long drive to the wide spot along the road that I had picked out earlier. I could tell that both my complete silence as I drove, and the extremely rural nature of the road were serving to greatly increase her fear of what was to come. I fed on that fear, enjoying it on an instinctual level that must be similar to what a predator feels when capturing her prey.

She wasn't only experiencing fear though, in that delightful combination submissives have it was obvious that her fear was growing in tandem with her lust. I knew that her desire was increasing with each passing mile and that in her own strange way her fear was actually feeding her lust. She was sitting very close to me, without panties, her skirt hiked up to her hips. I could feel her body next to mine, almost taste her fear, and smell her cunt obviously damp with desire. I wanted nothing more than to possess her, to hurt her, to hear her whimper at my touch.

She was quite beautiful sitting next to me. High heels, stockings, and a garter belt showed off her lower body more than they covered it. Her short skirt was just a band around her hips, hiked up so that her cunt and ass could sit directly on the truck's leather seat. Up top she wore a sheer white blouse, her large pink nipples clearly visible as they stood proudly out from her body.

Eventually we reached the spot I had selected. We'd only passed one car the whole time we were on this road, so I knew that the chances of seeing another were slim. I pulled off the road and stopped the car. After unbuckling my seatbelt, and hers, I leaned into her and kissed her. Hard. I devoured her with my lips, nibbled her mouth and tongue with my teeth. She kissed me with passion, moaning as I laid claim to her. Separating I sat facing her, looking deeply into her eyes as my fingernails found her nipples through the gauzy fabric of her blouse. All my senses devoured her powerful reaction as I pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples.

I opened the door, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out of the cab of the truck, around to the back. I held her by the hair, twisting and pulling it viciously as I opened the tailgate and pulled her into position bending over it. I quickly went to work binding each of her wrists into a cuff I had pre-positioned on each side of the back of the truck's bed. I was very pleased with the handy tie off points Chevy's designers had included there.

When she was bound I returned to the cab of the truck to retrieve my harness, dildo, and a bottle of lubricant. I knew that anal play was new to her, knew that the dildo was too large for such a virginal ass, but I didn't care. I knew that she wanted to be violated with a massive tool, and I knew that I wanted to be her violator. Nothing else mattered.

I returned to her, admired her long legs and petite ass as I quickly slid my harness into position. I felt the weight, length, and tremendous girth of my rubber cock and imagined how wonderful I would feel as I pushed it into her, as I forced her tiny ass open to accommodate it's size. I was ready to use her, as I knew that she was ready to be used.

I stepped up to her, placed my thumb over her perineum, then slowly moved it down over her lips and across her clit. I delighted in her reaction to this delicate touch, delighted in the wetness I felt on her.

I began lubricating the dildo, slowly running my fingers and hand along its length. Wet and so very slippery, it was ready to find a new home deep inside my little slut. Using just my finger I slowly lubricated her asshole, starting outside, but quickly pushing into her, adding more fingers as her body relaxed and opened to me.

She was ready; I removed my hand, positioned my hard rubber cock, and slowly pushed into her. She was so very tight it was hard to push inside but slowly her ass expanded to take what I demanded she receive.

I fucked her slowly at first, faster and harder as time moved past. I fucked her until we were both covered with sweat, until my body ached from the exertion, until I was panting for air and her soft moans turned to loud cries. Eventually she was spent. I could tell that her legs had long ago stopped working and that her body was held up only by the truck under her torso and the cuffs around her wrists.

I quickly pulled out of her ass and moved to remove the cuffs holding her into place. As I did so she slowly slid to the ground where she lay trying to regain control of her body. I closed the tailgate of the truck, removed the harness and dildo then stood over her, one leg on each side of her head.

Gazing down at her I could think only of beauty, the beauty that I possessed by possessing her. I wanted her marked. I pulled my panty aside while continuing to stand over her and let loose with a strong stream of my urine. She didn't move into it, or away from it, but just lay there as it splashed her body and face, darting her tongue out to catch a few precious drops.

When I had finished I walked a few steps away and watched as she slowly recovered. In time she began moving, arose to her hands and knees. Slowly she crawled to me.

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Our hero is spending his afternoon in the beautiful sun that is shining down onto the deck at his Mistress's house. The location is rural so he has perfect privacy, which is appropriate as he is nude. He's down on his hands and knees, and is intently focused on the sight of his Mistress's body.

She is very close to him. In fact, her pussy is within six inches of the tip of his nose. She's also nude, relaxing in a chair with his head between her open legs.

Our hero longs to touch her pussy, longs to run his tongue and lips over it but he cannot do so. His balls are held in a shockingly tight steel clamp; much like a vice, and the clamp is in turn attached to a large ring embedded in the deck via a short length of chain. He is struggling mightily to reach his Mistress and the pussy he so desires, but it is an impossible goal, the chain will not stretch, and his balls have already been pulled to the breaking point.

She is taunting him. Her pussy is wet with it's own juices, she knows that it's scent is driving him wild. She is gently fingering herself, running the tip of her finger over every ridge and into every valley. As she strokes herself she tells him how soft and supple it feels, tells him how wonderful it would taste, asks him if he will not try just a little bit harder to reach her, so that she can enjoy his mouth on her body.

He tries desperately to move toward her, stretching and crushing his balls in the process. Her look, her scent, and her words are intoxicating beyond measure, but it is simply impossible for him to reach her. He is drunk with lust. A pool of pre-cum is building on the deck from the steady stream leaking from his cock. He desires nothing in the world more than to place his mouth on her glistening pussy.

She stops touching herself, reaches down to the little table beside her, picks up a wickedly sharp knife and hands it to him.

"I want to feel your mouth on my body, and I know how badly you want my pussy, but I don't want to move any closer to you, and you seem incapable of moving closer to me." She declares.

"If you take that knife and free yourself from bondage by cutting off your own balls, I'll let you lick me until I cum. If you won't do that for me, then our relationship will be over, and I'll not see you again. Will you castrate yourself for me little man? Sacrifice your manhood for me?" She asks.

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Elections are upon us once again. I voted yesterday, and I surely hope that those of you who live in this great State of Washington will join me.

The Secretary of State is predicting only about a 40% turnout for the primary election, but it's important to remember that Judicial elections can be resolved in the primary, so it is important to vote, as those races do not necessarily move forward to the general election.

This year, actually, it is vital to vote because we have two important Supreme Court Justices up for election. Richard Sanders and Jim Johnson. In a strongly Democrat controlled state it is important that the libertarian and conservative points of view are at least given voice, and these two gentlemen do that extremely well. The loss of either of them would inevitably result in even faster growth of government, increases in governmental costs, and reduction in freedom.

I hope that you will join me in voting in this primary election, and I hope that you will mark your ballot for Jim Johnson and Richard Sanders.

I've opinions about all the other races as well, but none of them rise to the importance of these two contests.

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The past two days have been construction days around here.

Early this spring the toilet in the Airstream started leaking fresh water onto the floor, and right about the same time, the hot water tank stopped working.

I took it to the Airstream fixit guy, told him to put in a new toilet, and a new hot water tank, along with a number of other improvements. Well, he did the other improvements, but the two things that were broken, toilet and hot water tank, he fiddled around with instead.

I picked it up, noticed that these things weren't replaced, but when I questioned him about them, he said that he was able to fix them via this fiddling. OK I thought, but I would have liked to have them replaced.

Off we went to the Oregon Coast for a week. Day one, the toilet is leaking. Day two, the hot water tank stops working.

Damn Airstream fix it guy.

Giving up on him, we decided to replace them ourselves. Yesterday was the day, and it all was remarkably smooth. A brand spankin new toilet and hot water tank are now installed, and seem to be working great. A hot water tank is a hot water tank, but the toilet is quite a wonderful improvement. RV's generally have plastic toilets, hard to clean, funny shaped, with flimsy little seats. Our new one is china, properly shaped, with a real seat!

Today we are working in the house, a new dishwasher! Actually the first dishwasher, as this house has never had one. It'll be an amazing improvement. I went with a stainless steel Kitchen Aid and it's going into a knotty hickory cabinet to match the rest of the kitchen. Instead of a countertop though, a John Boos & Co. butcher block will rest on top of the cabinetry. It should be a most wonderful addition to the house.

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"Honey, come in here for a sec." My wife calls out from the bathroom.

I hasten to her on this happy day. We were married just hours ago, and I know that she is in there changing out of her wedding dress, and I imagine into some very provocative lingerie.

"Knock on the adjoining door and tell Phillip that I'm ready for him." She says.

I was certainly right about the lingerie. A quick glance shows me that she is all in white against her dark tanned skin. White stiletto heels, white stockings, white panty, bra, and garter belt. Her hair retains her brief veil.

"Yes Ma'am." I answer dejectedly.

"Now don't look so glum honey." She says. "You knew that you and I would do very little fucking after we were married. Tonight's special though, I'll let you kneel by the bed and hold my hand. I'll look deeply into your eyes as Phillip's magnificent cock slides into my pussy."

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Two very good friends of mine are primary partners in a poly relationship. They have done well with it for a number of years now, but recently have begun experiencing problems.

I've got to admit, I worry about them.

I make it no secret; I'm proudly poly myself and have been for many years. I remember though that it was shockingly difficult to get to the point where I am now. Difficult to figure out how to do poly and not hurt myself or those around me.

It all seems like it is fun and games, and indeed it is, once it is figured out and becomes a stable part of ones life. That though can take years.

Jealousy is issue number one. We have to learn how to overcome jealousy. Especially if we happen to be alone while our partner is fucking another.

Remembrance is number two. We have to remember to love our partner. It can be painfully easy to forget our old partner when in the flush of new love.

When these two problems are overcome the rest will come easy. They are not though simple to overcome, and one must practice to be perfect.

Books abound on the subject, and I recommend them highly. I think that every one I've run across has been helpful, but it is best to remember while reading them that they are simplistic. It is never as easy as it sounds, and those funny little rules just don't work our in real life.

Poly is for me, and I think that it would be a wonderful way of living and loving for a great many people. It's not easy though, especially those first painful months and years, so I always hope that folks will realize how difficult it will be before they begin traveling the poly path.

My friends had it easy from the start, no serious, crazy love interest; just casual play. Now the crazy passion has entered the picture. I hope that they learn to survive and enjoy it, without tearing their relationship apart in the process.

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I type this sitting on my deck, this most beautiful Saturday night.

The sun has been down for hours, and a huge, bright, full moon has risen over the mountains.

I see from my comfortable chair, the moonlight shining on the water, the gentle waves rippling, giving movement to the light.

To my right stands the mountain. Majestic, huge, dominating the landscape with its grandeur.

Bats flying in front of me, overhead, their nightly pursuit of good things to eat.

I look up the river. The beach in front of me is vacant, nature alone tonight. Lights in the distance, along the banks of the river. People, doing as I, sitting, awed by the moonlight.

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Sex dolls seem to be getting extremely realistic. I spent a good deal of time reading about them today, and would love to read your thoughts about them here in the comments section of the blog.

I'd be especially curious to hear from folks who may own one of these creations.

Real Doll

Boy Toy Dolls

Coverdoll

The Doll Chronicles

Of course these dolls are a far cry from female domination, but as I always say, variety is important in life, and fetishes!

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I feel the hard, cold tiles under my knees and hands, I'm uncomfortable on the floor as I listen to her prepare. She's at the sink, filling large bags with water, soap, ice, and other concoctions I can only imagine. Sometimes she even fills a bag with her own urine, but I don't think she has done that today as I've not heard the distinctive sounds of her relieving herself into a rubber bag.

Soon I'll feel a hard rubber nozzle enter my ass and seconds afterwards her concoction will begin to flow into me. I'll be filled unmercifully, my body will be cramping horribly and the pain will be intense, but she will ignore that. I know that she doesn't care about my pain; she only cares about her potions and filling me with them. I know that begging does not help, nor does crying. She simply will not stop until the bag is empty.

When we finally reach that point she'll calmly remove the nozzle from my body, and I'll wait as she watches my struggles. She'll probably smile and chuckle at my discomfort. Eventually she'll tell me to stand and make my way to the toilet, once I'm there she will increase my humiliation by watching as I release the potion from my bowels.

After a time my body will be purged of the liquid, I'll be exhausted and weak from the waters that flowed in and out of me. She'll tell me to get back into position, and she will begin again. She has many bags, many potions; I always suffer a number of them.

I hear her walking towards me. I wonder, will it be a soapy water, ice water, something even more horrible?

She says that I must suffer these cleanings since I'm such a dirty boy. I wonder how many gallons I'll have to take in order to become clean in her eyes again? I know that the next time she supervises my masturbation I'll be her dirty boy again.

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A gracious neighbor gave me a copy of the book The Last Will And Testament Of An Extremely Distinguished Dog by Eugene O'Neill.

I would highly recommend it to those who have lost a beloved pet.

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I've been blessed with truly amazing weather this week. Hot sun with nary a cloud in the sky has greeted me every morning. Flowers are blooming, birds are singing, and the river is wonderfully clean and clear. Purple is the choice this year for my potted plants and they are all doing their best to dress up my deck.

The only trouble with the heat is that my hummingbirds seem to hate it. They have all disappeared, but I'm sure that they will return as soon as it cools a bit.

Along with a friend I did a bit of construction over the weekend, I've upgraded my buildings to larger propane storage tanks, but as one of them will be exposed to floodwaters I needed to build a massive concrete slab to affix the tank onto so that it doesn't float when exposed to water.

Luckily, here in the Cascades it does cool off in the evenings, so I'm without that awful humid nighttime heat that is so prevalent closer to the Puget Sound.

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Last evening I spent a wonderful 4th of July at a friend's house on the Tulalip Reservation. It was a most remarkable time as her house is on the beach and we had impressive home displays of fireworks going on all around us.

To the front of her house we overlooked the water with the City of Everett beyond, a city that was teeming with fireworks as far as the eye could see. To the sides and back of us fireworks were exploding very close as her neighbors on the reservation did their best to provide a superb show.

We even had a large number of our own, so didn't feel left out when lighting them. With the wonderful BBQ before the fireworks, it was a truly traditional 4th of July, celebrated, as the holiday should be.

One thing I was very pleased to see was the huge number of people violating the misguided and moronic fireworks ban within the City of Everett. It seems that the statist nannies of that city have decided that fireworks are dangerous, so must be banned. Luckily loads of people obviously disagree, and like good American's did what should be done with immoral laws, they ignored the law.

"It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more."

-John Adams, President of the United States discussing our nation's birthday. It is sad that the statists who ban fireworks have forgotten the importance of tradition in national life.

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Those who have known me for a long time will remember my two little white Pekingese dogs, Peke & Kira.

Peke died some years ago, around the time when I moved to the mountains, but Kira held on and lived an extremely long life for a dog. In fact, I think that she outlived most of their offspring. She was with me for all of my adult life.

Alas though, early yesterday morning she died. She chose her time and place and died with great dignity and in peace. I knew that she was dying, so got to spend the last two days of her life holding her. It is an extremely sad time, but I've written in detail about her passing elsewhere and do not wish to post those feelings here.

Her body has died, but her memory will live on forever in my heart, and I know in the hearts of many of you who were also blessed to get to spend some time with her now and again through the years.

I have gotten to play, both yesterday and today. That time in the playroom has been a huge blessing as it takes my mind off the loss for a while and keeps me from dwelling on life without these most loving of dogs.

Now I'll sign off the computer and take the Red Dog for a walk. He is so much different from the others, but dogs do teach us the important lessons that life must always move forward, that loss must be borne by us all, and that love is the greatest gift we can give and receive.

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I returned this weekend from a nice long vacation to Cannon Beach Oregon. I've gone there about this time for the past few years now, and it's always a wonderful time. The beaches of the Pacific do seem to be the world's best places to relax.

It was an interesting Airstream time, good and bad too. When we arrived in the town we learned that there was an Airstream rally, so the beautiful aluminum trailers were in abundance. Including two beautifully restored specimens from 1955. It is amazing how wonderful they look with only a few thousands of hours of hard work! Lucky for me, I smiled at the owners a bit and got to tour them both. My own Airstream had some trouble though, so it's back to the Airstream Doctor for it next week.

My vacation was about a day too long though, and I was missing home by the time it ended, but the day before yesterday I unpacked, and yesterday I got to start playing in the dungeon again!

A splendid trip, but it was overshadowed by great sadness upon my return, more on that in my next post.

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A blog that I have enjoyed for a very long time contained a notice today that it will be changing. Posts will become less frequent.

While I dislike the idea of having fewer posts to read, I think that blogs need to change if they are to remain interesting and relevant to both their readers and their writers. We each change from day to day, from year to year. As those of us who write blogs change, so should our blogs change, this is, in the long run, a good thing.

My own blog changes a great deal as time passes. Sometimes I post more, sometimes less. Sometimes I write fiction, sometimes I do not. Often I write of bdsm, often I do not.

I hope that those of you who read my blog will stay with me through the changes, knowing that eventually it always returns to whatever you most enjoy. Actually, I hope that you enjoy it all, but I know that is not possible, and surely we all have our own favorite topics.

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I've just returned from a night out with a special friend. You are kneeling on the floor behind me. I turn my head to look down upon you and smile as I see you there, looking up my very short skirt, adoring my ass with your eyes. My legs are parted, ever so slightly, so I know that you can see the material covering my pussy. I wonder: is my panty tight enough for you to see the hills and valleys of my sex? I wonder: has any dampness moved through the material to visibly show you the excitement I felt earlier? I won't check to answer these questions; I am simply content to ponder them in my own mind.

I turn my head back around, leaving you to your staring up my skirt as I open my purse and seek out your little surprise. I brought a condom home for you, used of course and filled with the pleasure of another man.

I noticed when I looked a moment ago that your cock was raging hard while you were staring at my ass. I wonder if it will remain just as hard as you lick the condom clean? This answer I will take the time to learn.

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In some ways it seems that ritual is an almost indispensable part of our lives. Religious services and government ceremonies are often highly ritualistic and seem to have been so since the dawn of recorded history. For ritual to have survived these thousands of years it must provide us with something we need to remain happy and well adjusted people.

Indeed I think that female domination can be, and often is highly ritualistic, and in a way I have to assume that it serves the same function for it's practitioners as other ritual does for people who follow a different path, or share different interests.

On the face of it, I must admit that I do not know why we should find such value in ritual; I can simply recognize that we do. I am though; extremely curious about how important the ritualistic nature of female domination is to the ultimate enjoyment of it, and of course, why that may be.

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Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day here in the mountains, and it's a good thing that it was because we had a huge project to do.

My friend down the road has a house built on stilts. The floor sits about 8 feet above the ground. Alas though, the stilts just weren't tall enough, and four years ago during the big flood he had water about three feet deep inside of the house.

Yesterday was the day to raise it up, put new stilts under it, about 13 feet into the air.

A great work crew of strapping men showed up to do the work, and I was pleased to assume my role of supervisor. The house was raised successfully, so I must now consider myself to be a professional house raiser, or at least supervisor of such!

Alas though, the best part of the day was the ice cream I made for the guys. I figured that they would need a treat while working out in the hot sun all day, so I made up a large batch of the worlds greatest ice cream.

Today though, the rain has returned, and I've still got ice cream left. What to do but bake up some gingerbread to place it upon.

I've managed a weekend of wonderful deserts, what could be better?

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Those who have been reading my stories and thoughts for years may have noticed that I'm not particularly fond of any of the words used to represent the female genitals. Most recently I've predominantly used the word cunt. While that word does not sound good to the ear, at least it is descriptive and evokes meaning.

I may have found a replacement.

Cteis

As far as I can find out it is an extremely rare word, but it has been used for a long time. I found it in context last night reading a book published in 1871. I've found it in two additional old books published online this morning.

Cteis seems a good word, and might be a fun variation. Now you know what it means if you run across it in my writing.

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I've been writing a great deal these past few months, all femdom stories, and all fiction but with an eye toward reality. I think that the stories are very good, a step above what has been posted to the blog in the past, and there is a great volume of them.

I don't think that I will end up posting them here, but I will distribute them somehow, I'll keep the loyal readers of this blog informed of my plans for the stories, and I hope that they are greatly enjoyed.

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Given that so many people are unemployed right now, I thought that I should post about what must be a superb opportunity for a handy person interested in owning his or her own business.

RV repair. Specifically I think Airstream repair, with a focus on vintage units.

There just aren't that many RV repair places out there, and most people who own an Airstream will not take it to a normal RV repair place because of the differences in construction. Adding to all of this, some RV repair shops will not work on vintage units due to their presumed fragility.

How bad is it?

My Airstream repair guy is about 3 hours from my house. He charges just under 100 dollars per hour. He is very good at what he does, but he is also the only guy around who specializes in Airstreams, and who likes working on vintage units.

It took me about a month to get an appointment with him this year for my annual spring fix ups. He's had it for over a month now, and tells me that he is so backed up with work that it still isn't done.

He's got a two-person shop, plus his wife does the bookwork. It seems to me that at his rates, with his constant employment, and the lack of similar service providers in the Pacific Northwest it would be a great field to pursue for those who like fixing things and working with their hands.

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Religious freedom and political liberty are the birthrights that each and every one of us gets to experience every day of the year. I wonder if we can even imagine living our lives in a time and place where the slightest disagreement about a teaching of the state religion resulted in torture and death, or a time and place where we were born and lived essentially in bond to a King. Blessedly we do not have to live as our ancestors did.

On this day we must remember the terrible sacrifice made by the men and women of our armed services who have fought and died to grant us and defend our freedoms. The people whom, with their own blood protected the nation that became a beacon of liberty for people the world over.

Perhaps most especially this day we must remember those people who died for us, on foreign battlefields over the past year. Far from home, they have given everything for their nation.

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Yesterday I did a bit of shopping for that most sublime local commodity, fine red wine.

Efeste proved to be my favorite yesterday, most especially their Ceidleigh syrah. Their tasting room is wonderful, as are the people working there, and I'd highly recommend a visit.

My second stop was at Cuillin Hills, a long time favorite; I don't only love the wine they produce, but the names as well! Some Shackled and Dungeon managed to make it into my trunk.

Lastly, I must mention Stevens Winery. Their Black Tongue is quite wonderful.

Moving from wine to a bit harder stuff, I managed to lay my hands on a bottle of Pacifique Absinthe yesterday. Also made just down the road in Woodinville. It has received extremely high ratings from the Wormwood Society and my sample seems to have born those ratings out.

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I've been reading about the Knights Templar this week. It was an interesting group of monks, with an extremely interesting, if tragic, end. The book recounts in grizzly detail many of the tortures inflicted on those Knights who were unfortunate enough to be arrested by the King of France.

Reading those passages, I couldn't help but be struck by just how very nice I am to the strapping men who come to me for some delightful hours of torture!

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The sun is now out more often than not.

Trees and plants are bright green and growing.

The river is a spectacularly clean blue.

The birds sing from morning to night.

This is the perfect time of year to visit Studio Milliscent. It is never more beautiful here in the mountains, never a more serene getaway.

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