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September 28, 2010

Banned Book Week

We are in the middle of Banned Book Week 2010. It's amazing to me, and saddening, that we actually need to have an event such as this to remind people of the fundamental rights of expression and reading.

Alas however, looking at the map of book challenges across these United States it seems that folks do indeed need a reminder of our most fundamental of freedoms.

I was pleased to see that Washington State is no hotbed of censorship, with only one school giving in to the statists who think they know best what other peoples children should be able to read.

The statist culprit? Leavenworth.

The attacked books? Alice On Her Way and Harris & Me
Unfortunately, as the map shows, would be book burners are prevalent throughout the United States, most states faring much worse than my Washington State. Oregon was especially surprising with a large number of book challenges.

What can we do? Buy a book. Any book. Cherish the right to read.

September 27, 2010

Dystopian Longings At Kobo

Distribution for my book continues to grow, as of this morning its been picked up by Kobo. Currently it is available at:

Smashwords


Kobo

Barnes & Noble

It is also available via the native catalogs of top mobile e-reading apps such as Stanza on the iPhone & iPad, and Aldiko & Word Player on Android devices.

September 23, 2010

Sexual Freedom Day, Celebrate In Seattle

Countless blogs this morning have been proclaiming to me that today is Sexual Freedom Day. This gives me opportunity for reflection.

I see good news in the movement for erotic liberty and exploration. When I first began exploring bdsm femdom was still quite seedy. Dominatrices were forced to advertise in skin magazines, good information was difficult to come by, and many venues made one question his or her safety.

Today all that has changed. The internet has opened up the world of femdom allowing dominatrices to connect with the world at large in a meaningful way. I for example am able to provide a professional and detailed web site for those interested in what I do, I am able to place my thoughts, feelings, and fantasies here on this blog so that people anywhere can gain a deep glimpse into my life and my philosophy of living. Books and internet sites abound with honest and detailed information about bdsm and female domination, information that will keep us safe and help us have more fun than can possibly be imagined. Venues, such as my very own studio are custom crafted spaces where we can practice our art and find our joy in perfect comfort (well, maybe not comfort!), safety, and privacy. Collectively we have come out of the dark and are proudly standing in the light.

This good news is however tempered by bad. Sexual contact in exchange for money remains illegal in this nation, putting lie to the claim that women have the right to control their own bodies. Shame and guilt continue to punish millions of people the world over for their erotic fantasies. Right here in Seattle debate rages over 'bikini baristas' as people who are afraid of their own sexuality try to outlaw women serving coffee in bikinis and lingerie.

We must not give up the struggle; we must continue our move, as sexual beings, from the darkness into the light. As their birthright, women are granted, by God, ownership and control of their own bodies. How can we, as a free society, continue to jail those sex workers who for whatever reason choose the profession of prostitution? We, as humans, are created to be sexual beings. Why should we feel shame our guilt over our sexual fantasies or our efforts to bring those fantasies into our lives? All women and all men have a fundamental right to try and make a living for themselves, to try and pull themselves up in our economic system so that they may live better than their parents did before them. How can we, in socially liberal Washington State, continue to tolerate the political drive by prudes to outlaw independent sellers of our beloved coffee simply because they have developed an effective, interesting, unique, and slightly erotic way of competing with the giant corporation Starbucks?

As citizens of the United States, Washington State, and our Puget Sound we have a great deal of sexual freedom. To keep it, and to grow it we must use it, we must enjoy it, we must banish shame and guilt over our fantasies from our lives.

I have the freedom to write these words. You protect my freedom by reading them and passing them along to others. I have the freedom to publish a book detailing my erotic fantasies. You protect my freedom by buying it and telling others about it. I have the freedom to turn you over my knee for a good hard spanking that we both will enjoy. You protect my freedom by exploring that fantasy with me, without guilt or shame over it.

Likewise your erotic freedoms are protected by my interactions with you.

I know, beyond any shadow of a doubt that there are thousands of you who come here to read my words and fantasize but who are prevented from exploring that fantasy with me by guilt and shame over your desires. Let this be the day that you overcome that guilt, that you put shame behind you. Let this be the day that you embrace your erotic self.

Send me an email; let's see if our desires for female domination mesh. If so, we could have a delightful time together!

September 22, 2010

New Toys In My Seattle Dungeon

Thanks to the wonderful generosity of a friend there are new and wonderful toys in my playroom today. Very creative toys! I look forward to trying them out on you soon!

September 21, 2010

My Muse Teaches Her Authoress

The old adage says something like you are never too old to learn. I agree with that statement and have always been delighted to learn new and exciting things.

I've thought about my last post, and I've thought back over all the erotica I've written through the years and I've decided that my muse has taught me something very important:

If your body does not grow sensitive and damp as you write erotica, you are not writing it well.

Lucky for me, I always try to do a good job with my scribbling!

September 19, 2010

The Muse In Seattle, Touching Me

Last night, all night, I was writing. I should have been sleeping but I wrote straight through. The muse was with me and the words flowed seamlessly from my imagination, through my fingers, and on to the screen. I managed quite a volume of words with little work, just a joy at the process of creation.

It's not usually like that for me, usually writing takes some effort, it doesn't flow from my mind to the page very well and I sometimes struggle to get my thoughts across.

Last spring the muse was with me a good deal of the time. That's when I wrote Dystopian Longings, and the two additional books that currently sit on my hard drive. After that brief time real life again intruded and the muse left me for a while. Last night she came back with a vengeance.

As everyone knows, I write erotica. Stories specifically intended to get my readers hot, to give my readers a little something to think about as they cum. (Assuming of course that they are allowed to cum!) If the comments on the blog here are to be believed, I often manage to succeed. Lots of boys, and perhaps some girls go to sleep touching themselves with my words in their heads. Excellent!

I'm less sure if that is the case with the stories in Dystopian Longings. The book has been selling great (THANK YOU!) but it hasn't received many reviews, so I don't know how many people are finding it a hot and sweaty read.

I do though know how I felt writing it, and let me tell you, putting those words to paper was hot indeed. That's how it is when the muse is with me. Last night was the same experience. Last night I typed. I'm not quite sure how long, perhaps eight or ten hours. It didn't feel like typing though, and it certainly didn't feel like work.

It felt like eight or ten hours of the most exquisite foreplay. My own body reacted to my words in a powerful and most delightful way. That is what the muse does to me when she is with me. I finished writing this morning, every nerve on edge, and the slightest brush of my fingers capable of bringing me the release of all that erotic tension.

Last nights stories are sex to me, wonderful lustful sex. Eventually they will be edited and I'll get them out for everyone to enjoy in book form. I just hope that my muse travels with them, to stroke my readers just as perfectly as she sometimes strokes the writer.

September 17, 2010

Your Leather Queen, Having Fun With Twitter

I've been using Twitter for a few days now, and am slowly figuring out how to have fun with it.

You can find my little posts in a Twitter box on the right hand side of this page, about 20% of the way down. You can't miss it; it's black with awful green text links.

The Magnificent Cock: Fiction In Seattle

I'm not like most women; I'm different, unique. I don't desire cock as they desire it, I don't need or want a cock inside of me, invading my body. I think cocks can be fun, but fun as playthings, objects of torture, not as instruments of sexual pleasure.

Don't get me wrong, I love men, and I love sex, just not the way most women do. Like the rest of me, my sexual desires are unique. I can't fathom getting off while my cunt is stretched around some guy's cock, but I absolutely adore getting off while some guy's tongue and lips gently massage my pretty little pussy.

All that said though, I have to admit that the cock now presented to me was truly magnificent. I had to wonder if the boy possessing it was somehow deformed. Unbelievably long, so thick my hand couldn't encompass it's entire girth. Hard as a rock, with stiff veins mapping it's velvety surface and a beautiful smooth head standing proudly above the shaft. It was in my hand, I was stroking it with just enough force so that my fingernails dug into it providing its owner with a bit of pain to compliment his pleasure.

This magnificent cock, so much larger than Sissy's pathetic member, Sissy was watching me toy with it, I hope that it was making her feel horribly inadequate. Sissy was quite a visual spectacle herself, standing across the room, watching, waiting to serve my needs. I had her dressed in towering heels, locked on at the ankles of course, stockings, skirt, ridiculously huge breast forms, and a blouse too small to ever cover her properly. Under her outfit a cute matching bra and panty set, and under those I had her properly outfitted with her chastity cage and a delightfully large butt plug. Perhaps later I'd replace that plug with the magnificent cock I was stroking but for now I just wanted Sissy to stand and watch.

My prime desire was for her to watch this cock cum. Sissy hadn't cum in weeks, and for all she knew she may not be cumming for weeks more. She knew how ruthless I could be in denying orgasm; today I wanted her to see how generous I could be in granting orgasm. I wanted her to ponder the pain of denial I forced upon her while seeing the joy I so freely gave another. Poor sissy used to cum normally but that was long before I turned her into my own little faux lesbian. I wanted the pain of remembrance to attack her mind. I'd do that by making this magnificent cock cum. Cum over and over again as the day progressed. I'd not finish with this cock until it was utterly devoid of any further liquids and its owner was completely exhausted. Of course Sissy would lick up every drop between rounds, and I'd let her watch while the boy licked me to my own release as well.

I may not be like other women, my own thoughts about the proper use of cocks may be unique, but that doesn't mean that Sissy, the boy, and I couldn't enjoy this magnificent cock to the fullest!

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Milliscent's Fiction

September 16, 2010

Barnes & Noble, Around Seattle And The Country

I must confess that I love Barnes & Noble. I enjoy a number of local independent bookstores as well, but Barnes & Noble just does books well. Their friendly atmosphere and great selection has managed to transfer a good deal of money from my pocket to theirs through the years.

As folks who have read this blog recently know, I adore the Barnes & Noble Nook as well.

I was therefore thrilled to notice this morning that Dystopian Longings is now being carried by Barnes & Noble, that most wonderful of bookstores.

If you have a Barnes & Noble account, or a Nook, it should make Barnes & Noble a very easy place to pick up a copy of the book.

You can find it on Barnes & Noble here:

Dystopian Longings at Barnes & Noble

I also notice that this morning they are selling it for 5.59, a 20% discount. I do not know how long the discount may last, as I have no control over B&N pricing.

Nook owners can simply download the book into the Nook by using the search feature within the Nook's catalog.

If you do buy a copy of the book from B&N, I would be honored and extremely grateful for any honest reviews posted to the Barnes & Noble site.

It is also of course still available at Smashwords here:

Dystopian Longings at Smashwords

Those seeking to buy it at Smashwords can wander over to On Dominance to read a review of the book and pick up a two bucks off coupon code. This coupon code is good only at Smashwords.

Lastly, for anyone who may want to order the book from their favorite seller, the ISBN number for the epub version of the book is: 978-1-4523-5368-5

Your Dominatrix, Remodeling This Blog

I guess that I'm turning into a social butterfly with all of this social networking.

I am aware that a great many blogs have 'sharing' buttons so that posts can be sent by readers to social network sites like Facebook, Twitter, Dig, &c. I've not placed those buttons on this blog before, but added them yesterday in an attempt to continue providing value and desired tools to my readers. Hopefully some of you will find the new sharing features valuable.

I've used the 'Add To All' button that allows sending of posts to a great many online communities. Those who are interested can find these buttons for each post by clicking either the 'permalink' or 'comments' link below the post. The buttons themselves are located at the bottom of the new page that opens, under the comment box.

September 13, 2010

Your Bitch Goddess, Twittering In Seattle

After a great deal of hesitation I've broken down and created a Twitter account. You can sign up or follow me below:

MsMilliscent

September 12, 2010

Femdom Reading Today

Domination, Submission, and Love in Life & Dreams

The first third of my Sunday was spent reading the musings on this superb blog, the second on the Kirkland waterfront, the third will be with a wonderful boy in my dungeon. What a perfect day!

Your Dominatrix, Networking In Seattle

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September 11, 2010

Never Forget

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The Craft, Magick In Seattle

She reentered the dark room knowing that all was prepared. Her spell to create an amulet of protection was well and lovingly laid out. Her submissive was bound for her attentions and trained to push his energy, his lust, and his pain into the spell. The only thing remaining was she herself, the magician and the woman who had laid the spell and would raise the energy that would give it life. She was ready.

The spell was simple enough, laid out with cards representing universal archetypes, and written in a sigil that would later be burned. The important part was infusing that spell with the necessary energy it would need to move from her imagination to her reality. She would use eroticism to raise that energy and working in tandem with her submissive they would direct that energy into her spell instead of allowing it to dissipate, as was so often the case in erotic encounters.

Lust and pain, control and orgasm, pleasure and longing, these were the ingredients she needed for her craft.

She walked towards her submissive, a male: nude and bound over a bench. His ass exposed to her, his cock and balls dangling without hope of protection. He shivered at the thought of what was to come as he heard her high heels clicking on the wooden floor. He was afraid of what was in his immediate future but he needed it as well. He knew that no matter how bad it got for him he needed to suffer at her hands, to cry out in pain as she laughed.

She saw him shiver and smiled. She knew that she wasn't like other women, she didn't grow week in the knees while being romanced by a hunk of a man, but rather the sights and sounds of male suffering and pain excited her. As she reached him she cut a vicious stroke with her cane, delighting as he yelled out at the blow he was unprepared to receive. Eleven cuts with the cane quickly followed the first beginning their shared night of magick and ecstasy.

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If you enjoyed this story, I hope that you will consider my book of erotic flash fiction:
Dystopian Longings

September 10, 2010

Shortest Seattle Summer Ever?

What an odd summer this has been. So very short, I must confess that I wondered if it would ever arrive, and it seems that as soon as it did, it disappeared again. It seems crazy to me but I've got the woodstove fired up today as if it were the middle of winter and my firewood delivery is scheduled for next week, a full month early.

The weather is chilly, but at least it remains forever hot in my dungeon! If you, like me, are feeling the chill of fall, come for a visit, we will get hot together!

September 6, 2010

Dystopian Longings, FAQ

What the hell does dystopian mean?

A dystopia is the opposite of a utopia.


Who is distributing this oddly named book?

Dystopian Longings is being distributed by Smashwords. Smashwords is a genuine vanilla ebook distributor. This assures that your purchase information is safe, and gives you the ability to buy the ebook with any major credit card, or pay pal if you prefer. It also ensures that your credit card bill will show a large and legitimate vanilla business, not a kinky dominatrix.

At six bucks you aren't going to get rich so why are you bugging me to buy the damn thing?

Because I am proud of my writing, and I hope to share my stories with as many people as possible.

Why do you want me to take my precious time to review it for you when I could be off reading more porn?

Three reasons:
1. I'm proud of my writing and want to share it with as many people as possible. People who are unfamiliar with me though will not buy it unless it has some reviews.
2. Your honest feedback will help me to become a better writer.
3. I take my time to write something for you here every week. It's your turn to write something for me!

OK, I'll do it, but how?

It's easy! Create yourself an account on Smashwords.com (it's free and easy) then go to the book page and post your thoughts. It's even easier than commenting on this blog.

Why should I buy an ebook instead of a real book?

Because with an ebook there are no paper pages to get sticky when you masturbate while reading.

Will I masturbate while reading Dystopian Longings?

I certainly hope that you want to wank off while reading my book. If you do or not depends upon if you are in a chastity device or not I suppose. Either way, I'm sure that it will get some slime leaking out of you!

The book cover says that it's by Ms. Milliscent and F. Kettleman. Who the fuck is F. Kettleman?

The gent who helped me edit it so that you didn't have to read a misspelled and ungrammatical ebbok. He also helped me format it so that it would work well with so many different devices and computers. Let me tell you, that bit looked to be a nightmare. I think that it is a much better ebook than it would have been without that collaboration.

All right, I'm convinced. Where do I buy it again?

Right Here.

I'm a very good boy, so I'll do a review for you. Where do I do it?

Right Here.

I want my two bucks off you overpriced bitch. What's that coupon number again?


FM58P

September 5, 2010

Saturday Morning Cleaning, Chastity In Seattle

He comes to me every Saturday morning for his weekly cleaning. He needs it because he is only allowed out of his stainless steel chastity tube once every 90 days, and no matter what the manufacturers say, it just isn't possible to wash effectively under a chastity tube.

I start by having him strip nude and climb up onto my bench, positioning himself on his hands and knees. When he's in position I place a dinner plate directly under his steel encased cock, snap on my black latex gloves, and lubricate his ass. I take my time with this because I want him to anticipate what is to come, and I want his tiny hole nice and relaxed for the working that it's about to receive.

When he is well lubricated he is ready for his ass fucking and prostrate massage. I've got two goals with this part of the routine, I want to 'clean out his pipes' by causing leakage of seminal fluid from the massage but I also want him humiliated. I want him exposed while a woman works his ass deeply, and I want him thinking about the fact that he is left with nothing but dripping fluid as I've taken his ability to orgasm away.

I've got a nice selection of dildos laid out on a tray for this morning, I begin with a smaller one and work my way up as I increase the intensity of his fucking. I take my time with this step, there is no use rushing something that makes him feel so delightfully submissive. Eventually though all good things must come to an end, so the fucking will stop and I'll begin violating him with my fingers and hand instead. Opening him ever larger, probing ever deeper, I'll only stop when the dinner plate is covered with the slime leaking out of his cock. When I'm done with his ass he'll spend a few minutes licking that plate clean as I gather supplies for the next step.

His 'pipes cleaned' it is time for an external cleaning. I bind his arms behind his back with ropes at his wrists, elbows, and shoulders, ensuring that there is no chance of him touching his cock. I then place a heavy leather hood over his head ensuring that there is no chance of him seeing his cock. I feel that this is for the best, as seeing his cock without its stainless steel cage might allow him to forget his slavery, if only for a moment.

When he's prepared I put him in my big bathtub. I know that it must hurt him to be sitting in the tub with his hands tied behind his back, but the discomfort he suffers will help me keep his inevitable erection under control, which is vital if I am to get him back into the chastity tube after I've cleaned him up.

I fetch the key that hangs on a chain around my neck, disengage the lock integrated into his device, and remove it from his body, setting it aside for later. His cock stinks after the tube is removed. It is covered with a weeks worth of sweat, piss, and pre-cum. I know that there is nothing he can do to keep it cleaner during the week, but I chide him anyway, mocking him for being a filthy man, and informing him that he will be spanked later for his dirtiness.

As it lives within a tube, his cock is amazingly sensitive. All cocks are of course sensitive, but his is remarkably so given the fact that it is forever without stimulation. With that in mind, and to remove the strong smell, I douse it in rubbing alcohol. The alcohol not only starts the cleaning process, but I know that it feels like fire on his sensitive cock, and I delight in watching him quiver and hearing him moan as the liquid touches his skin. A combination of pain and pleasure courses through his body. Delicious!

When he has settled down again, the cleaning begins in earnest. Soap, ice water, and a stiff bristled toothbrush are my preferred implements. I use ice water as it keeps his excitement under control, and the toothbrush for the pain it can deliver. I begin cleaning him, and I will not stop until every inch of his cock is scrubbed raw and he is calling out from the sensations he experiences, primarily pain. Eventually though he is clean, and he has suffered enough to give me pleasure. I rinse him off, and apply the Nair that will remove the hair that has grown up around his cock and balls over the past week.

The Nair burns his skin, especially those areas I exfoliated with the brush. I suppose that a person should feel sympathy for the pain it causes him, but I don't. Seeing him in pain excites me, and I guess that my own pleasure is all that truly matters to me.

Nair needs about ten minutes to work and I don't want him to become bored, so I kneel on the rails of the bathtub, placing my body over his, straddling him. I've been at the cleaning project for some time now, and I drink a good bit of coffee on Saturday mornings, so there is a strong stream of piss flowing onto his body when I let go. Climbing back off the tub, I run my hands over his body, capturing this wetness, coating him with it. Later I'll rinse it off him with a bucket of ice water, but for now I allow him to bask in the scent of my liquid. As it dries on his skin, and the Nair continues to work, I take his nipples firmly in hand, delivering pain through those little nubs, alternating between that game and cleaning his tube.

When it's time I remove the Nair, and the hair it has dissolved from his body, and then rinse his cock thoroughly. When I'm done with it my bucket of ice water goes right over his body. He is clean, and ready to go back into the chastity tube that is his prison. I dry his cock quickly and lock it into the stainless steel before he can recover from the icy water and gain an erection. When he is again locked up I remove the hood and release his bonds. I tell him to take a shower, and then come to me in the main room.

I leave him to go sit on the sofa, but I am not alone for long. He comes to me, and I place him over my lap for a long and hard over the knee spanking. A spanking that I know will increase his lust to almost unbearable levels, the perfect way for him to begin another week in his cage.

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If you enjoyed this story, I hope that you will consider my book of short stories:

Dystopian Longings

Use code: FM58P for two dollars off at checkout. Good until September 12.

September 4, 2010

Dystopian Longings: A Collection Of Dreams

Over the past year I've written a great deal of fiction, the vast majority of which has not been posted here on the blog.

I kept wondering what on earth I would ever do with it all.

Well, the answer came to me, and the first collection of my latest flash fiction has been published as an ebook.

Dystopian Longings: A Collection Of Dreams

This is a highly erotic, and graphic, collection of eighteen of very short stories, focusing on the powerful themes of bdsm, female domination, male submission, enforced chastity, and cuckoldry. I hope that there is something inside for everyone. A warning though, some of the stories might be a good deal more extreme than what you are used to from me. Not all but some. Additionally, a minority of them have been published in earlier, less polished, forms here on the blog. Most though are brand new, never before in the light of day.

Dystopian Longings is available in a huge variety of formats, so can be read by anyone. These formats include: html and java for online reading, mobi for the Kindle, Epub for the Nook and a number of other dedicated readers including the Ipad, PDF for the home computer, and good for printing, rtf and plain text for word processors, lrf for Sony brand readers, and palmdoc for Palm products.

I hope that you will consider purchasing a copy of Dystopian Longings, they are my dreams, dreams I hope to share with you.

Dystopian Longings is for sale at the price of $6.99, but for the readers of my blog, until September 12 I'm offering it for $4.99. Just enter the coupon code: FM58P at checkout.

I hope that you will read my book, and I hope that if you do, you will leave an honest review of it on the download site.

Enough yammering, you can find Dystopian Longings at:

Dystopian Longings: A Collection Of Dreams

Or

My Profile Page

I hope you enjoy my dreams!

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