Scott Kelly made an interesting comment to my previous post, which has inspired me to another.

If I am a woman in a long-term, 24/7/365, female supremacist relationship I don't want a male slave who spends his entire life groveling and doing housework, with his toothbrush, while lightly bound, plugged, and wearing a little maid's outfit.

That is a wonderful fantasy, and can be extremely fun, in the dungeon as part of a femdom scene.

If I am that woman, in that relationship, I want a man who impresses me with his intelligence, dazzles me with his wit, makes me proud of his accomplishments, and makes me laugh with his sense of humor. I also want him to accept that his needs, desires, and opinions are largely irrelevant and should not be put forward without my explicit request. I want him to view my needs, desires, and opinions as important and strive to meet them. I want him to obey, no matter what I demand, or how difficult it may be for him to do so. Lastly, I want him to do these things cheerfully.

I want him to retain his intelligence, his wit, his accomplishments, and his sense of humor while remaining my slave and striving to build an ever more obedient personality. I want him to be thankful for the domination I provide, even on some level, when it is hardest for him.

I think that older, more mature gents understand this. More immature men don't yet seem too. At least that is the impression I get from the countless email messages I have received through the years from fellows seeking a female supremacist relationship.

Returning to Scott's comment, I don't believe that a relationship based upon the first hypothetical slavery mentioned above can survive long-term. I do believe that a relationship based upon the second hypothetical slavery above can survive long-term and be a very positive relationship for those involved.

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I know that there are millions of men running around loose in the world seeking to enter into what they consider a 'real' female supremacist relationship. (FLR, FemDom, whatever you desire to call it)

I think that the old adage is true; Goddess could punish a large percentage of these men by giving them exactly what they wish for.

Casual femdom with a play partner, at a party, in the bedroom, or with a professional dominatrix, these forms of femdom can all be amazingly intense, erotic, and shockingly fun! Lord knows that I have more fun playing with the little subbie boys who come to see me than most people would even think it possible to have in one lifetime. I absolutely adore my play, and the people who come to play with me!

That femdom play is not however the same thing as entering into a 24/7/365 female supremacist relationship and in reality, they hold virtually no resemblance to each other.

The male who is in a real female supremacist relationship will truly suffer and he will experience loads of unhappiness. The very nature of a female supremacist relationship demands that her needs, wants, and opinions are important and that his are not. It is no fun to have your needs neglected, your wants denied, and your opinions disregarded. It is especially no fun to be running around fulfilling those of the person who is ignoring yours. That is though precisely what makes it 'real.' If it was all fun and games, all perfectly consensual, all stoppable through safewords and limits it would be exciting and fun, but it would not be 'real' female supremacy.

It might be fun and games to watch as your wife takes a casual lover into her bed, has you dress her for him, and allows you to clean her up afterwards. It might not be fun at all if she explores a serious and loving relationship with another man, cuts you off from sex entirely, and allows you no participation whatsoever in their sexual play. Both could be a part of that 'real' female supremacy, but if she holds all of the power, her slave will never get to decide if she will change the nature of the beast from one to the other.

It might be all in good fun to be bound up, whipped, spanked, and tortured as she sees fit. It might not be fun at all however if she decides that there is no good reason to hide what she does to you from anyone and brazenly acts in ways that allow your family and friends to figure it all out. Again, either of these could be a part of 'real' female supremacy, but he will never get to decide which it will be, and if he thinks that she will not change through the years he is deluding himself.

'Real' female supremacist relationships, as they seem to be desired by so many men do exist. Such relationships can be started, or even created from existing relationships. Men though should understand that it is the real suffering and the real unhappiness that they will feel that make these relationships 'real.'

I know, absolutely, that there are men who can endure such real suffering and abuse, and find tremendous fulfillment within themselves because of it. I know, absolutely, that there are men who can overcome their feelings of unhappiness at what she forces upon them, and find great joy and fulfillment as a result. That does not however mean that they are always happy and always fulfilled. Those feelings exist within such relationships, but so do tremendous amounts of unhappiness and resentment, both of which the male must overcome, along with the rest of the range of negative emotions as he lives a life of obedience.

This post is not meant to discourage anyone from seeking out such a relationship. Indeed, I imagine that millions of men could be quite well adjusted to such relationships. It is however a strong suggestion that those seeking such relationships think about it a bit beforehand. Submissive men longing for that 'real' female supremacy should heed my words:

It will not be what you expect. It will not be a utopia. In a great many ways it will be much worse for you than you can imagine.

I give this warning not only for the men out there searching, but on behalf of the women of the world as well. It is tremendously unfair for a man to promise to become the 'real' slave of a woman new to female domination or female supremacy, and then not follow through on his promise. It happens all the time, and the tremendous disappointment it brings to women keeps millions from ever again attempting to embrace their dominance.

Gents, seek that 'real' experience if you must, but think about it a great deal first. Is it truly what you want? If not, forget the 'real' and just have fun! There is nothing at all wrong with having fun!

Remember, it may be extremely hot to hear her tell you that she will never, ever fuck you again but 40 years of 24/7/365 sexual denial is a very long time.

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I noticed a critique about the current direction of my blog on another that I enjoy, and that made me think about my blogging just a little bit.

I suppose that while the changes that flow through my blog as the months pass are perfectly clear to me, they aren't clear to everyone else. Perhaps a bit of explanation is in order for those readers who are curious about why it changes from time to time.

First off, I guess it's right to say that my blog ebbs and flows. In the winter and spring months I am quite a bit busier with my life than I am in the summer and fall months. That results in less time for blogging and I think that my posts always grow fewer in the winter and spring and pick up in volume again in the summer and fall.

Secondly, it's certainly correct to say that my blog is driven by my whims. I may post a great deal of fiction or I may post a great deal of femdom theory. As my readers know, sometimes I might not post about femdom at all, choosing vanilla topics instead. Female domination is on my mind each and every day. Sometimes these daydreams take the form of fantasy; other times I think more deeply about exactly what I do. My posts, fiction to non-fiction reflect those thoughts as they come to me.

Lastly I think it is important to note that I myself am always growing, always changing, and that is especially true when it comes to female domination. I've spent my life pursuing femdom and that constant pursuit leads to changes. I am not the same dominant as I was five and ten years ago, I have changed, grown even more dominant while still keeping my love of fetish and sadism. My demands on the men in my life have grown, as has my own thinking about just how much I can morally demand. Those changes must certainly be reflected in the blog, although likely in very subtle ways.

All of this is a long-winded way of saying that I hope you always enjoy my blog, but if it changes for a while, don't fret, it always changes again. I like to think of it as alive with its own pulse, finding its own form as it is created. I never try to direct the form it will take, it simply comes to me.

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I ran across three wonderful femdom blogs today. I hope that you enjoy them as much as I did.

Subservient To Her

1050 Words

Domme Chronicles

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It seems to me that a marriage, if it is to be a long one, requires realistic expectations. Life is not a television show, nor can dreams ever truly be reflective of reality.

In my view, a successful long-term marriage will not be infused with never ending passion, a lifelong bliss of joy and feelings of love. I don't think it can happen that way, indeed, I think that the chemical reactions that take place in our brains to create those feelings of bliss have time limits, end eventually for any relationship. Life is not one hugely blissful happy ending.

I think that our extremely high divorce rate results exactly from these unrealistic expectations.

What is a good, long-term marriage?

In my view it is a mutual affection, and a mutual striving towards similar goals by two people who are there for each other. It is two people who will stand together against the cruelties of the world, supporting each other as they do so. It is two people who by knowing each other so well, and sharing an abiding mutual affection and intimacy will be able to help each other deal with and get through the most horrific parts of life that we must all face at some point. It is two people, aging together, protecting each other from the ravages of time and the ever-changing circumstances of our lives.

That is, I think, love.

The other is a chemical reaction in our brains.

By not confusing the two, we just might be able to make our marriages happier, and make them last.

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Sharp Teeth is a book that I just happened to pick up recently at my local Barnes and Noble, it was looking all sad and lonely, sitting there by itself on the remainder table.

I took a chance for six bucks hardcover, and I must say I am impressed!

A novel in verse, seemingly a very odd form in this day and age, but it's fast, exciting, and a very fun read. I must recommend it, and certainly hope that the author follows it up with a second novel.

For more traditional poetry, I've been enjoying myself with Flowers Of Evil, all online, by Charles Baudelaire.

Lastly, this week I read Perversity Think Tank by Supervert. Interesting, and I even gained a bit of a new perspective on the kinks I so love. It can be purchased in hard copy, or downloaded at no cost.

Posted by Milliscent at 3:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

The legislature did not finish on time. That means that bright and early Monday morning they will be back in session, special session actually.

This will be a special session at which they will pass even more taxes, and spend even more money. Yes, you heard me correctly, despite how often they scream of making horrible cuts, the Seattle Times rightly reported that they will spend more money this year than last year, more money last year than the year before that, and so on, right back to statehood.

This is especially shameful, because here in Washington State we have complete one party rule. The House and Senate are both ruled by huge democratic majorities, and of course our Governor is a democrat. Therefore, there is no possible reason that they could not have finished on time. Certainly they cannot blame the republicans who are powerless in both the House and the Senate.

Why didn't they finish on time? Could it be the 95 dollars per day each and every one of them will take home over and above their regular salary for the duration of this special session? Would they have not finished on time if they had to forgo this $95 per day for the special session? To me, the answer in obvious, without the $95, they would all be back home now instead of sitting under the marble dome in Olympia.

The big danger next week though isn't the $95 each, per day, it is the taxes they will use the time to raise. I wonder, did you call last week and ask them to not raise your taxes, or did you sit submissively by while they did whatever they desired with your money?

Perhaps you will call them this week if you didn't last, or again if you did. It's easy, and it's the American thing to do.

1-800-562-6000

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"Listen, I'm sick and tired of your drinking. You don't realize it but I know that you're drinking alone, drinking in the mornings, and hiding your booze. You are fucking up your life, fucking up my life and fucking up your health. You are depressed all the time because you keep sucking down a depressant like a fucking idiot." She said, looking down at the beautiful woman kneeling at her feet.

Her slave-girl started to argue but she slapped her across the face, hard, with a threat of more to come if she didn't shut up.

"When I kiss you I don't want to taste gin on your breath, when I hurt you I don't want alcohol dulling your pain, and when I put my body on your mouth I expect you to worship me to the peak of your abilities. When you are drunk I don't get what I want, and as you know, I am not happy when I don't get what I want. Nagging at you and bitching about it obviously won't help, they likely do more harm than good, so I'm not going to do any of that any more." She declared. "From this point forward we will not argue over your drinking. I don't honestly care how you view it, or what your arguments may be. If I think you are drinking in a way that I deem inappropriate I'm going to punish you, and I want you to understand that those punishments will be harsh."

The kneeling slave let out a whimper, sad to have disappointed her Mistress, and fearful of her wrath.

"I am not asking for your consent for this, I'm just telling you how it is going to be. Do you understand?" She asked.

The slave mumbled and slightly, ashamedly, nodded her head in the affirmative.

"If I think you have been drinking inappropriately here is what's going to happen: You will take down your pants, go over my knee, and be spanked with a wooden paddle. Hard. I will not let up until your skin is broken and I know that you will be badly bruised. You will then stand against the wall, nose touching the wall, with your panties around your ankles. You will stand that way until I give you permission to move, stand that way until I think that the first portion of your punishment has been sufficient. When you are allowed to move you will be stripped the rest of the way then taken to the bedroom, and your ass will be raped. This will not be pleasurable for you; your ass will be raped with my fist. I'll force my fist into your ass and will drive it home until you are screaming for mercy. I'll use you and your tiny asshole as my own private punching bag. When I'm done I'll leave, I will give you no caressing, no love, you can lie there and cry in pain and longing for hours. Do we understand each other slut?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress, I'll do better for you." Came her slave's answer.

"I'm glad baby, I'd hate to have to fuck up that pretty little ass, but if that is what it takes to make you obey me, I won't loose a moments sleep over doing it." She said, reaching down to brush the tip of her slave's clit, causing an involuntary shudder of pleasure.

"I see you like it when I'm harsh with my filthy little whore." She exclaimed with a smile.

"Yes, Mistress. Please, I need you to be hard with me." The slave said.

"Crawl behind me, let's go to bed, I want you to show me just how much you love me." The dominatrix said, slowly turning and walking away.

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The choice is yours, will you spend the money indulging in fetish, or will you allow it to be stolen from you in the form of higher taxes so that unionized state employees can get a compensation increase this year?

If you do nothing, the legislature will make that decision for you between now and this Thursday.

Call:

1-800-562-6000

To let your legislators know what you think. If you request it the friendly operators who take down your message will deliver it to our Governor as well.

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I'm back from a few days on the Big Island of Hawaii, it was a wonderful time, but now I need boys to beat, to hear beg, and to make crawl. Will you come welcome me back by suffering under my heels?

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I recall off the top of my head two very similar bdsm disasters. The submissive died in both cases. I know that there have been more through the years I've been involved with female domination, but these two are enough to illustrate my point.

In the first case the submissive husband was bound to a bed in the spare room, gagged, and left while the wife went out on a date with another man. It seems that it was the standard scene every cuckold dreams of. Unfortunately for them both, the husband vomited while gagged and with no one there to release the gag, he died. This happened as I recall in a very conservative state, and the wife was arrested for killing her husband.

The second case was remarkably similar except the couple involved were gay, the state wasn't quite as conservative, and the dominant was not arrested.

Of course such disasters can be 100% avoided by playing to the Safe, Sane, and Consensual maxim. Never leave a bound person alone. Admitedly though, SSC can sometimes interfere with the enjoyment of both partners, so sometimes they might choose the other standard, Risk Aware Consensual Kink. They know the risk, and choose to take it anyway.

Additionally both of these disasters could have been avoided had the people involved been knowledgable about what they were doing. A ball, or other kind of closed gag can lead to such a disaster. A ring or tube gag can not. BDSM education is important and should be pursued by anyone proposing to play in a risky way.

Accidents do happen though, and in my view those in long term relationships that include risky play should provide each other with a measure of protection in case there is a play disaster and the 'victim' is no longer around to defend his partner.

A simple statement:

'We both enjoy pursuing alternative sexual practices that carry a degree of risk. We are aware of those risks to our health and even our lives, but pursue them nevertheless. Our alternative sexual practices are completely consensual, and we each individually take responsibility for our own health and safety.'

Signed by both partners, and kept with the households important papers would not be legally binding on any court, but would certainly help to prove innocent motivation on the part of the dominant should the worst ever happen. It could help keep the one you love out of prison, and the positive benefits it could provide are well worth the five minutes its creation would take.

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