« November 2009 | Main | January 2010 »
Given their truly pathetic performance this year perhaps the Seahawks need to hire me as Team Dominatrix. Say 50 lashings for a missed catch, 75 for a yardage loosing run, 100 for a turnover.
I think that clearly Mr. Mora needs me to bring some discipline to the team.
Just before Christmas this year I attended Land Of The Sweets: The Burlesque Nutcracker at The Triple Door in Downtown Seattle. It was a great little show, and I know that my sissies would love it to death!
I would certainly recommend it to everyone for Christmas 2010.
A little boxing day bonus!
I hope that you are having a truly spectacular Christmas holiday, I certainly am.
Last night was our major celebration, today dawned clear and beautiful, now I'm eating leftovers by the bucketful!
As always I received a great many wonderful gifts, including some very kinky ones that we can use together!
My sincere thanks to each and every one of you who have touched my life, made it that much better by your presence.
I updated my links list today, shortened it a bit. I hope that you enjoy the links that remain, they are all top notch.
Again this year my friends have reminded me about the Christmas lights in their home of Lyon France. Someday I shall have to go!
Fete des lumieres
On January 11 our Legislature will again be in session. If the majority of that body has it's way they will:
Increase taxes and fees dramatically.
Spend more in 2010 than they did in 2009.
Outlaw guns that look 'military.'
Give police new powers to violate what were once your rights.
Outlaw dozens of things that are currently legal.
Increase the regulatory power of all state agencies.
If you, like me, believe that government needs to be smaller. If you think that economic recovery is made through lower taxes and less regulation. If you believe that liberty is the highest American ideal, then the time to write your letters to our petty state tyrants telling them so is now.
Go to:
The Washington State Legislature
Click on the "Find Your District" Tab, and enter your address.
This will get you your two Representatives and one Senator.
Their email addresses are all the same:
lastname.firstname@leg.wa.gov
Tell them that you value freedom because they are surrounded each and every day by lobbyists who tell them otherwise.
She stood in front of the large french doors of her studio, contemplating the magnificent view below. Studio was an apt name for the space as she created art within it, art though that few would recognize as such. Her art was her ability to raise excruciating pain, abiding fear, and ultimately graceful death. She was a vampire, not the caricature of fiction, not an animal that fed upon blood, but a goddess of power that fed upon the pain and fear she was able to inflict upon others.
She wore little, patent leather stiletto heels, black with red trim, and a PVC waist cincher to match. She knew that her trim body looked spectacular, and she was dressed in such a way because her latest plaything was scheduled to arrive at any moment.
She mused that intellectually he knew what she was, and what he would experience, for she found it easy to be perfectly honest with her potential victims. She learned centuries ago that the world was filled with men who needed to be hurt by the women they loved, better yet that some of these men could not find personal fulfillment in anything less than the most extreme torture and humiliation. Men who sought annihilation at the hands of a woman. She also knew though that the reality would be a tremendous shock to him, that nothing could truly prepare him for the short lifetime he had left. Intellectually he could embrace what was to come, but his emotions would be much less strong.
She thought of their shared future together. She would use him physically in ways he could scarcely imagine, cause him to feel exquisite pains beyond any level of human endurance, day and night he would experience long periods of horror for much like the drinking of blood, sunlight's disastrous effects upon vampires was a human myth.
Mentally too he would suffer. She was expert at humiliation, verbal abuse, and emotional torture. He would cry as she laughed, despair as she smiled, loose himself under the assault of her words.
These times of activity would be interspersed for him with times of loneliness and fear. Times when he would be given nothing to distract him from his thoughts of what he would next endure. When he had recovered from her previous games, when his fear had again reached a fevered pitch she would return to him, force him to suffer actively once again.
She knew that his body was young and powerful, yet it would not remain so. She would change it, modify it to suit her twisted imagination, weaken it through abuse and deliberate harm. Eventually, as she always did she would grow bored with him. She would again desire a strong male body instead of the wreck she had wrought. When that happened she knew that he would have to die. He would finally, and in the most painful yet artful way possible be annihilated by her.
She turned from the glass doors and was snapped out of her reflections by a soft knock at the door. Her victim, her food, had arrived.
Will you come join me under my tree?
This week the religious/political group, The Family Policy Institute of Washington released a study condemning adult erotica and calling for additional governmental regulation of adult erotic expression.
As everyone who reads here must know by now, I've always been a regular Republican voter. Unfortunately though folks seeking an American Theocracy are growing ever stronger within the Republican Party. People and groups who would not think twice about jailing me for writing this blog, and jailing you for reading it. Others have called such people and groups the American Taliban, and I don't think that is very far from the truth.
I fear that if their power continues to grow in the GOP I'll have to begin voting Democratic, which would be a sad day indeed. I do fear that the party of Reagan and Goldwater is on its deathbed being replaced by a theocratic movement they could have never embraced.
What a difference 24 hours makes. It is much warmer here in the mountains today, not above freezing, but a lighter freeze that is allowing the ice to break free from the river. I imagine that all will be back to normal in a day or two.
Of course here in Seattle normal means rain, so maybe we should keep the cold!
The dominatrix looked down upon her new charge as he sat on the floor of the human sized birdcage that would be his home for the next month. She could plainly see that she had a great deal of work to do if she was to properly effect his transformation over such a short period of time. He was obviously quite fearful, but this she did not mind for she thrived upon the fear of others and indeed, he did have much to fear.
After a time, his nervousness growing markedly under her gaze, she decided to explain her program to him, let him know what his life would be like in the days and weeks to come.
"Your wife sent you to me because you are no longer pleasing to her. Too many trips to fast food places, too much wine, too many fine sauces have all conspired to make you into the chunky boy you are today. It's my job to get that fat off of you, to return you to how you looked when you were married. I noticed fear in your eyes as I looked at you earlier and I think that fear is justified because I never fail, and I certainly will not be feeling your pain as I skinny you down." She opened.
"My program is simple. When I'm not working on you you'll be here in the cage, away from all temptation. That will take up about 20 hours of each day. I'll deliver three special meals to you each day, just enough to keep you functioning, and you can use the chamber pot in your cage as needed." She continued.
"Four hours each day will be mine. First thing in the morning we will spend an hour preparing you for the day ahead. A massive punishment enema, or two, or ten will get you nice and clean for me on the inside, and I'll follow those cleanings with a nice glass of my early morning piss that you can drink down to start your daily food intake off right. Then you will shower and join me in the dungeon for whatever little tortures I have in mind for any given day." She said.
"Your second hour will be spent doing aerobic exercise. You'll do your aerobics crossdressed in female exercise clothes, dancing away to old style Jane Fonda tapes on the television. I'll videotape these performances of yours both so that we can see how you improve as time goes along, and for your wife to have something to send to friends and family if you violate the rules and get fat again when you are no longer in my charge. I find that such blackmail tapes can be splendid motivators. After your workout you'll be given a nice and sensible breakfast, you'll especially love the oatmeal, cooked in my piss and topped with my spit." She declared.
"Hour three will take place in the late afternoon, long after I've fed you a nice lunch of cold leftovers from my dinner the night before. This third hour will again be an hour of exercise, you'll spend it crossdressed as well, but on the weight machine, moving through the stations one by one, working that fat right off your body. When you are done with the third hour each day you will be able to relax in your cage and wait for your dinner, something always special, and specially spiced from my body." She said.
"Your fourth hour will be in the evenings and will start with your time on the scale. If you are sufficiently lighter to meet or exceed your wife's monthly goal you will be given a splendid reward. Perhaps I'll do something nice like strap you into a sling and work your ass with a huge dildo while you masturbate. Whatever I come up with each night, I know you'll love it despite the pain and humiliation it brings. If though you didn't loose enough weight that day, punishment for your failure will have to be the result. Extreme torture that results in pain beyond your tolerances. Perhaps you will be beaten, shocked, bitten, crushed. The possibilities for extreme pain are endless, and I am quite sure that you will experience a great many of them in the month to come. Worry not though; the dungeon is well soundproofed so you will be able to scream to your hearts desire. Whatever it may be, pleasure or pain, when I'm done granting you extreme sensation you'll be put right back into the cage to sleep it off." She said.
"A month from now I'll give you back to your wife a changed man. I think that she will be pleased with the result, and I know that she is spending this month setting up additional radical lifestyle changes for you. The home you return to will be much different from the one you just left." She concluded, turning and walking away from him, leaving him in his cage to consider her words.
It has been extremely cold here in the Cascade Mountains but that gives me a chance to reflect on just how many improvements I've been able to make since buying my house and studio. When I first bought it the water would freeze anytime it hit about 20 degrees, let alone a sustained freeze like we have had these past weeks. Slowly, very slowly these past few years all of the vulnerable things were replaced and the buildings were brought to high standards.
This year, despite being well below freezing for days on end, there have been zero issues. Everything works, as it should, despite being located in so very rustic a location.
The cold weather has given me yet another perspective on nature, yet new beauties to contemplate. With no snow, simply clear cold, much is becoming ice, especially on the river. The rocks and waterfalls in the area are coated with massive sheets of ice, truly amazing to behold.
It is supposed to warm up in a few days, so I imagine that all this beautiful ice will be gone soon, but I'm taking every opportunity to enjoy it while it is here.
I will say though, that I'm awfully glad the Climate Idiots are meeting in Copenhagen this week. Global Warming has apparently gotten us so hot now that we are freezing here in normally temperate Seattle. Hopefully they can get things cooled back down so that I can be a wee bit warmer on my daily walks!
Before I hear lots of whining in the comments about how 'global warming is really climate change, and that is why the weather is more extreme now' let me make two points.
Point 1. The Climate Idiots claimed Global Cooling in the 1970's. When that didn't work out for them they claimed Global Warming. Now that it isn't working out for them they are claiming Climate Change. They can't keep changing their minds about the trend, doing so proves Idiocy.
Point 2. It is not more extreme. It is very seldom that it is this cold here for this long but this river froze solid enough to support cars once when my grandfather was a young feller. It isn't even close to that now.
I started blogging with Blogger and I must admit, it was great. It offered two wonderful benefits. It was free, and it was easy.
My current platform is Movable Type, not free, and alas, not nearly as easy to use as Blogger.
Movable Type though gives me something that Blogger never could. Peace of mind.
With Movable Type I do the hosting. I don't have to worry about what anyone else may think about what I write or what I post. With Blogger, someone else is ultimately in control of the blog.
I was lucky. I never had a bit of trouble with Blogger, but we all know that Blogger will not hesitate to hide a kinky blog behind a warning if a handful of folks click the little 'objectionable' button. I imagine that photographs are what motivate most of those clicks for kinky blogs. I must confess though, that I don't really have a problem with that. My own website has had an adult warning page since its inception, and I think it good practice to warn folks about what they are heading towards.
If though, still a few more people click that 'objectionable' button, Blogger will remove the blog completely. That is to me, bothersome. Blogger certainly has an absolute right to decide what it will host, but those decisions should be based upon specific and public criteria. Not on how many prudes click a button. Nevertheless, while bad, this is not scary.
What is scary though is what Blogger will do to non-kinky political sites in an apparent attempt to silence discussion.
Blogger had a problem with a blog titled "Just A Girl In Short Shorts Posting About Whatever." Just a Girl is Arizona attorney Becky Chandler, and Becky is a funny lesbian who effectively mocks President Obama and those like him. She does so with a racy, sexy, but not pornographic style. People on the left didn't like it, so they clicked that little 'objectionable' button.
This led Google to first remove their ads from her blog. She asked for and received a human review of her blog, and the ads went back up as it was decided that her blog was political, not sexual.
Nevertheless, members of the left who did not believe in free expression continued to click the 'objectionable' button.
Enough clicks, and the adult warning page went up.
Again, a human review was made, and the warning came down.
More 'objectionable' clicks.
The warning went back up, and did not come down.
Still more clicks and the blog was removed from Blogger by Blogger.
Blogger caved, removed political speech from their server because that political speech offended people who disagreed with it.
Blogger is certainly within its rights to remove anything from its servers, but it is troubling that they will remove political speech just because it offends some people. Certainly any political speech will offend some people and our nation was founded upon the principal of embracing speech no matter how offensive it is.
What it all comes down to though is that Becky was not allowed to "Post About Whatever" on Blogger's servers, and all blogs run the same risk if they are hosted by an outside company for free.
I do get to "Post About Whatever" because I am my own host. For a few bucks a month anyone can set up a blog of their own on a platform where they can "Post About Whatever." Having watched this drama unfold on Becky's blog, and indeed similar dramas on kinky blogs, it seems to me that while Blogger might be a great platform to cut one's teeth upon, it is incumbent upon the serious blog author to move away from such free services so that self censorship, or worse, outside censorship do not become an issue.
Becky's own story had a happy ending; she is now posting with the Ladies Liberty Alliance at:
Mountains in the distance, high, jagged, their peaks covered with snow.
Sky above, cloudless, clear, the emptiness of infinity, black and cold.
Stars overhead, millions of bright specks, shining like diamonds.
The moon, nocturnal, yet tonight a true midnight sun perfectly illuminating all below.
White.
Tonight all is white.
Cold, crystal clear, white as ice yet not ice.
Standing in the white, nude, pure, primal.
Cold, not realized, not felt, in awe of the white.
The world, all white, a trick of light.
