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March 29, 2009
Sleazy Politicians, Fun In The UK
Politicians are the same all over, but it is sad to continue watching the United Kingdom's slow descent into tyranny.
UK Porn Censorship And Hypocrisy
John & Jill, A Seattle Female Supremacy Story Continues
Chapter 2
I am on my hands and knees with my mouth lowered to her feet. Feet encased in black leather, strikingly high stiletto heels. She has come home, come home to me with the scents of sweat and sex perfuming every inch of her taut form.
I am licking those sexy shoes, shoes that scream sex appeal, desire. Licking her lovers dried cum from upon them. Sometimes I dream that someday I will be allowed to lick a lovers cum straight from her cunt, but I know that doing so will remain forever a dream. She believes penetrating another to be a dominant act, and she could never tolerate spending a moment with a man who dared presume to be dominant in her lovemaking. I have no doubt that she will never allow a cock, any cock to enter her body, her cunt or her mouth.
Her lovers are submissives. Boys allowed to pleasure her and if they are very good cum upon her heels or in her panties. She would never stoop to giving reciprocal sexual gratification, never allow herself to pleasure any cock.
In a perverse way I feel honored to be licking her lovers cum from her heels, honored to be the man whom she comes home to after being pleasured by another, honored to have her think me worthy of such humiliation at her hand. I also must find myself grateful to take a mans cum only in my mouth, for I know that I could be having my ass filled with it as she has from time to time remarked about the possibilities of finding a strapping fellow willing to rape my hole as she laughs at the show we would provide. I know that she is capable of such cruelty, and can never assume that someday it shall not come to pass.
“Be certain to lick up every morsel, I would hate to think of myself walking around in shoes stained by a bit of cum you missed.” She says as my tongue continues it’s cleaning routine.
My cum licking duty completed I was allowed to kneel up, my face very near her divine crotch.
“Did you think about me while I was away?” She asked.
“Yes.” I stated while remembering my excitement tinged with shame.
“Did your pathetic little cock get hard while you thought of another man pleasuring my beautiful cunt.”
“Yes.” I admitted.
“You should have seen how hot I was tonight, I swear that I’ve never been so turned on! He is so good with his hands, his lips, his tongue. I don’t let you even try such things because I know that your efforts would be in vain. You could never please me like other men can.” She said.
I nodded.
“You know that it’s for your own good that I won’t let you near my pussy, won’t let you even try to bring me pleasure. Your efforts would just be so worthless, you could never pleasure me properly, never turn me on like other men can. I’d just have to laugh at your stupid little efforts. You understand that don’t you boy?”
“Of course.” I answered.
“But you like sniffing me don’t you boy? Like the smell of my hot cunt, my cute little ass, the scent of another man’s saliva and sweat on my skin, don’t you boy?”
My face reddened as I admitted that I do love those things.
“You love thinking of me with a lover don’t you boy? Love thinking about his tongue deep in my cunt, love thinking about me screaming in ecstasy, love thinking about me taking pleasure in other men, pleasure that you could never give me, don’t you boy?”
“Yes.” I mumbled.
She turned away from me, placed her hands on the wall in front of her and arched her body so that her shapely ass was in my face.
“Kiss boy. Kiss my ass, lick my lover’s saliva off of it, worship my asshole for it’s the best part of my body for you. I want your tongue to be as soft as a butterfly as it strokes my ass, as it explores my precious hole.” She commanded.
Overcome with passion, desire for her I worked to make certain that I worshiped her ass exactly as she desires, softly, gently. My desire compelled me to take, to eat, to live within her ass, yet as always my control held. She continued speaking as I licked.
“I do love the way you kiss my ass, love the way you embrace my lovers. Your submission to me is beyond compare. I love having you as my little panty waste fag. A real lover you could never be, but as an emasculated little pussy you are the tops!”
As I licked I reflected upon her words. She does love me, but her love is conditional. I love her unconditionally as a good slave husband should; she loves me conditionally as a great Mistress Wife should. She loves me not for some ephemeral ‘who I am’ but for what I give her, for my obedience to her whims, for my acceptance of her desires, for my encouragement of her outside lovers. If I stopped pleasing her in these ways she would stop loving me. That is exactly how it should be.
“Touch yourself little boy, cum for me. Spill your disgusting slime from that tiny little thing you call a cock. Just be sure to lick it all off the floor when you are done! It’s funny you know how some people always assumed that Men were the stronger gender. Just think about yourself. I’m off with other men while you lay in bed with a plug up your ass. I’m exploring my sexuality however, whenever, and with whomever I desire while you do nothing but pull on your own tiny cock. I come to you with other men’s cum on my clothes, their sweat and saliva on my skin, you lick their cum their fluids off of me, then for desert, your own off the floor. The stronger gender? Ha! You are so inferior to me I don’t even think it can be explained.” She said.
As always her words had an intoxicating effect upon me and I found my cock spurting its mess in large droplets on to the floor. She laughed then slowly walked away as I bent to lick up every last drop.
March 28, 2009
Bedtime Reading In Seattle
A friend sent me an article written by Cici Kitten. I found it a moving discussion about the double life so many erotic adventurers like us must lead.
Overwhelmed by Cici
Posted at My Fem Place
John & Jil, A Story Of Domination
Chapter 1
I’m alone with my thoughts. I know that I’ve been kept this way for a very long time now, surely a good many hours, but how many hours I have no way of knowing. During this ordeal my perception of time is distorted, malleable, changeable. I know that when my mind is focused upon the discomfort and pain my body is experiencing time for me slows, crawls forward so slowly that its passage cannot be marked. I also know that when my mind is focused upon excitement and lust time quite literally rushes to meet it’s inevitable future. Six hours, twelve hours, a day, perhaps more? I fear that I have no ability to know as my mind alternates between pain and lust, discomfort and passion.
The only thing I truly know is that she likes me this way, at this moment she wants me this way, and that I am this way because my life is devoted to obedience, obedience to her commands. She is my wife, beautiful, selfish, cruel, yet in her unique way loving and delightful. A ball-busting, emasculating, bitch, perversely the perfect wife for me.
She has left me lying upon my bed, face down, spread eagled, with a large mound of pillows beneath my hips serving to raise my ass high into the air. My arms and legs are of course bound to my bedposts, her stout leather cuffs and straps holding my body exactly where she wants it to be. My body aches from lack of movement, my muscles need movement, need stretch, but of course that is of no concern to her. Her concern only that I be firmly held in the position she desires.
My jaw aches from the pressure caused by the large ring gag she inserted between my teeth. A gag not used so much to keep me quiet, but rather for the discomfort it causes, and the open an available state it keeps my mouth in. I know that she likes my mouth held open for whatever she may desire to place within it for me to swallow, her spit, cigarette ashes, piss, a lovers cum.
My asshole, fuckhole in her dialect, is also forced open, filled with a large and painful plug, a dildo of her choosing held in place by a thick leather strap. Lack of movement causes discomfort in my limbs, the plug a good deal of pain in my ass. Like my mouth though she likes my asshole to be open and available to her. A frequently used and stretched hole eager to accommodate whatever plug she may desire to fill it with or strap-on dildo she may want to fuck it with. She is a caring wife, she knows that sex is vitally important to a man, so while she does not allow me to fuck her, she is kind enough to bend me over and brutally fuck my ass quite regularly.
A catheter runs from my bladder, through my cock. An important measure to ensure that I don’t have to wet my bed while she is out on her ‘date,’ spending time with, enjoying, being pleasured by her latest male conquest.
I can’t escape my pains, forget my bounds, stop feeling my penetrated ass. These things are on my mind, but can’t fully occupy my mind for they compete with thoughts of her and thoughts of her adventures elsewhere.
Before she left me she came to me wearing nothing but a sexy bra and panty set, spoke to me gently, in her own way showing her love for me and the importance our relationship has for her.
“I know you wish that you could touch me, pleasure me. Touch and lick my tits, my cunt, bring me to orgasm. That dirty male mind of yours probably even wishes that I’d stroke you; use my body to make you cum. Poor little boy, I don’t want any of those things. I love the fact that my body is off limits to you, that my little slave husband is all tied up here at home while another man is allowed to pleasure my body, to touch me in ways that you never are. Think of me while I’m gone, think of his mouth kissing my nipples, his tongue upon my clit and deep in my cunt. Think of me cuming with him, remember that I’ll never cum with you. Think of me touching his cock, letting it rub against my body, all the things that pathetic little stick of yours never gets to experience.” She said.
Her little speech before leaving now seared into my memory, as I have indeed been able to think of little else while I’ve been bound here.
Seconds before she left the house she poked her head into my bedroom saying “You are a very obedient boy, maybe when I get back I’ll give you a nice treat, let you lick my ass.”
Her glorious ass, my favorite thing in the world of course. Her tiny asshole, heaven when my tongue is upon it. The only part of her body that I am permitted to ever touch in an erotic way. I am sad that I can’t touch more of her, but thrilled to be permitted such a wonderful indulgence. Perhaps I will get to place my mouth upon it when she returns, perhaps not, she does love the word maybe.
I imagine that people could think that I have a hard life, that she is overly abusive, that I am suffering. Alas I do suffer, things are hard sometimes, but I delight in it all! I love her selfishness and her cruelty, find pleasure in her torments. I chose my life as her abused husband and wouldn’t have it any other way.
I certainly knew what a relationship with her would entail before we ever became a couple for she is the Chair of C.L.I.T. Commanding Ladies In Triumph, and organization that teaches women to be supreme within their homes, and how to cultivate obedient males who are viewed as inferiors within the relationship. I am proud to serve as Executive Director of her organization, and am proud of all the women and men whom we are able to help.
Divorce rates today are so very high because a relationship among equals can never work. A view that both partner’s needs, wants, and desires are somehow equal is a recipe for endless conflict. A relationship in which one person has the right to make decisions, in which one commands while another obeys, is a relationship that promises perfect harmony. I am honored to be a part of a group that teaches women to become that decisionmaker, that teaches men to accept and obey. We are making the world a better, not to mention kinkier place, one man, one woman, one relationship at a time. I know that most people would no longer consider me a ‘real man’ but that’s OK with me because I also know that I am slowly helping to change the definition of masculinity.
March 22, 2009
FemDom Folks, Partnering In Seattle
My wonderful friend Tom/Tammy had his second date with a new friend last night. This has gotten me to thinking about the truth in the old saying that there is someone for everyone.
I know that it can be exceedingly difficult for us kinky folks to find the perfect partner, but I also know that those perfect partners do exist. My very best advice for those seeking a dominatrix for a long-term relationship must be to never give up. Remain optimistic and keep searching, with enough effort and time she will be found.
Of course, once she is found, one will have to work hard to keep her, as we dominatrices can be a demanding bunch!
Religion, Something To Think About In Seattle
Conventional wisdom says that one shouldn’t discuss politics and religion in polite company, for one is bound to offend. Well, there’s an awful lot of political discussion here so we might just as well jump into the other as well.
I imagine that most people would think a discussion about religion inappropriate on a blog dedicated to female domination and fetish. I disagree. I disagree because my readers and I are sexual adventurers and I think it is fair to post about the fact that some denominations are welcoming of sexual adventurers. Most are not, but some are, and this post will talk a bit about those that are or would be welcoming to people like me, people like us.
In any event, I’ve spent a good deal of time thinking about religion this week and thought that I would write about some of those thoughts. If the thought of a dominatrix writing about religion might offend you please just skip this post and scroll down to the pervy stuff.
It seems to me that creeds and dogma are the source of much evil within our world. The view that ones own beliefs are positively correct and will lead one to heaven while everyone who disagrees with them will spend eternity in hell does tend to make one a bit fanatical in the drive to make society reflect that belief. Certainly untold millions have died at the hands of the ‘true faith’ whatever that may be in any given location.
Luckily for those of us in the United States our nation does not allow a blending of church and state.
It also seems to me that a belief that faith alone is the key to salvation can lead to evil for it negates any need to live a good life and make a positive contribution to ones fellow man.
I think that, as I look over the spectrum of western religion the liberal denominations have this correct. Unitarian-Universalism, Unitarianism, liberal Quakerism, liberal Reform Judaism. These denominations avoid creed, avoid dogma, and stress the importance of doing good for oneself and ones fellow man.
Unitarianism as it presently exists is I think a wholly American creation. Certainly a religion embraced by our nations founding fathers, indeed three of the first six Presidents of the United States were Unitarian.
I believe that the absence of dogma within liberal religion prevents these denominations from encouraging much negativity in our world, but I also think that the liberal denominations are far from perfect. I’ll restrict my comments to Unitarianism, and it’s current mainline Unitarian-Universalism, but I think that they hold for the other liberal religious denominations as well.
It seems to me that the UU’s have confused the concepts of liberal religion with the concepts of liberal politics. They are in many ways preaching socialism. They work for freedom and justice in the social realm, but work for totalitarianism in the economic realm. I think that this is their failing.
I think that liberal religion instead should have in its history embraced classically liberal political thought instead of modern liberal political thought. Classic liberalism embraces freedom, liberty both in the social realm and the economic realm. I wonder how a religious movement embraced by so many of our founding fathers could have turned away from at least half of the liberties they fought for and I regret that the error has been made. I believe that I could embrace liberal religion if not for this error, if not for liberal religions embrace of economic socialism.
I’ll end this post by pointing out that I am not a religious person. I don’t participate in any organized religion, nor do I advocate that anyone else do so, or not do so. I believe that religion is an individual choice. This post, and the thought that led to it is simply an intellectual exercise on my part. The post was not, and is not intended to offend, simply to discuss the relationship between religion and liberty, a relationship that in my view could enhance individual liberty, but which unfortunately has worked to destroy individual liberty throughout the vast majority of history.
March 15, 2009
Perfection In Service, Quality Submission In Seattle
Even if you can only do one thing, do it well, strive for perfection in your doing of it.
That is I think a key to the sub giving service that will be valued and appreciated by a dominant. If for whatever reason all you can do is polish my leathers, I will value your service, and want more of it if you polish them to perfection.
If on the other hand you are talented in many areas and can do many things for me, but for whatever reason do none of them well, your service will be of little value to me, and it is unlikely that I would seek it out again.
Perfection is what most dominants desire I believe, and I must wonder, is it not true that we deserve perfection out of those who seek to serve?
These thoughts were spurned by a post from saratoga’s blog, a vanilla report of a often kinky subject, boot polishing:
PSA
Because They Think It Is The Easiest Course
"I wonder why some members of the US Congress are moving in the direction of favoring the permanent failures of socialism over the periodic failures of capitalism."
March 8, 2009
Gender & Orientation In Seattle
“Are you a fag?”
“I do what I have to do.”
-An exchange from OZ
I’ve often felt that we as a society and as individuals place too much emphasis on labels, on gender, on sexual orientation. I guess that in my life I am like the answerer above. I do what I want to do, with whom I want to do it.
I delight in playing with men and women, with women who used to be men, with men who used to be women, and with folks who are deliciously somewhere in between or remain undecided. I’ve had close relationships with all manner of individuals. I do not see gender as a limitation, and I imagine that those who do have the potential of missing out on something quite wonderful.
I don’t want to be considered straight, or gay, or bi. I want to be kinky, and I want to delight in my pervyness. How many delights would I have missed out on if I considered myself only straight, only gay, or even the in between bi?
I am an individual, everyone else is an individual. I want to spend my time with an individual who delights me and I certainly don’t want to miss out on that individual because of hang-ups over gender or orientation labels.
I am female but I’ll gladly strap-on a huge rubber cock and fuck you till you scream taking tremendous joy in this masculine act.
I don’t do what I have to do when it comes to my erotic life, but I certainly do what I want to do!
Obama Disappoints, Negative In The Other Washington
I raised a great deal of ire here among my regular readers when following our last election I posted my thoughts that Obama just might be good for our country.
My view at the time was that a positive President through the bully pulpit could talk the nation through its troubles. A positive President can talk a troubled economy into a strong one by increasing consumer confidence; a positive President can replace feelings of national negativity with those of national greatness. Ronald Reagan is in my view a perfect example of this.
Indeed the opposite can be true as well, and I am convinced that many of our current economic challenges can be directly traced to the negativism of our previous President and his advisors.
I did not vote for President Obama, but I did hold out hope that he would be a positive President who would use positive themes and speech in much the same way as President Reagan did. Alas, I fear that my hope was misplaced. It seems that his every speech is negative, as negative as his predecessor. Negative leaders spouting negative themes are not good for our nation nor the rest of the world. I sincerely wish that he will turn off his negativity and return to the positivism of his campaign. I fear however that it may be too late to do so now that negativism is firmly entrenched within his administration.
I am also extremely disappointed in the Republican Members of Congress. Now they have decided to take a principled stand against corporate bailouts, against socialism, against a shockingly bloated federal budget, and for letting the capitalist markets work.
I wonder, where were these turkeys when the last President started the never-ending cycle of corporate bailouts, when he put us on the path to socialism, when he was proposing spending bills one would have to be a drunken fool to support, when he was declaring the markets to have failed? Funny that our Republican Congressmen only feel that they should do their jobs, defend the principals upon which our nation is based, when a Democrat is sitting in the Oval Office.
More Snow Around The Puget Sound
Yesterday I did a good bit of traveling around, taking care of errands and visiting family. I got snowed on down in the lowlands, and I ended up with an inch or two at my house last night. Luckily it was all melting by 7AM this morning and the last traces are just about gone now.
I must say though that I’m glad I ignored advice to take my studded tires off my car last week.
Dominance and Submission, TV In Seattle
By choice I don’t watch very much television. For me it’s all too easy to sit down in front of the thing, and before you know it time has passed, a day is gone. For this reason I don’t have television service in my home, but I do have it in the building next door, in the office area under my dungeon.
I do though watch and enjoy a good number of movies on DVD, and in this I include some of the extremely good TV shows that are available on disc. Rome, The Sopranos, and Pen & Teller’s Bullshit come to mind.
Recently I’ve started watching OZ, an HBO series from quite a few years ago.
I don’t find OZ to be spectacular TV as is Rome, nor particularly exciting as is The Sopranos, nor in keeping with my own core values as is Bullshit. What I do find in it however is a very interesting vision of open and naked dominance and submission.
The groups within the story all fight for dominance over each other, and the individuals within each group fight for dominance over the other group members. There are explicit D/s storylines within the show, but beyond that the entire show is more or less devoted to the theme of dominance and forced submission to the will of the stronger group or individual.
Of course our society is in its entirety one of power, all relationships have the dominant partner or group along with the submissive. BDSM simply recognizes these facts and uses extreme forms of them for pleasure. OZ through its prison setting throws these fundamental facts into our full view, confronts us with them.
Interesting watching.
