Easter Weekend
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April 23, 2011
Spring. Finally In The Pacific Northwest?
It is a truly beautiful day as I write these words. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there isn't a cloud in the sky. Amazing after so long and nasty a winter. I can only hope that the great weather holds!
The Note: Femdom to Femsub Fiction In Seattle
This is just a quick note to let you know that I had a truly delightful time using your sexy little cunt yesterday.
I sent you into the bathroom to get ready for me, and as I buckled the dildo harness onto my hips I thought about what you wanted from me and that fired my lust. You asked me for hard, passionate, and rough fucking, all without foreplay. I looked down at the nine-inch hard rubber dildo projecting out from my body and knew that you would get exactly what you desired.
When you came out of the bathroom, on your hands and knees, wearing only my collar as you crawled to me my passion became like an explosion in my head. You were so beautiful, need evident in every sensuous movement of your body, I knew that I had to take you, and take you exactly as you had requested.
I wonder, do you remember how impossibly tight you were when I covered your body with my own and forced you to open up for my dildo? I wonder if you realize how soon that tightness transformed into a welcoming and wet portal, a tunnel of flesh greedy for every inch I could give?
I fucked you on your back, your legs up in the air until I was wet with sweat and my heart was racing. Then I remember pulling the dildo from your greedy cunt, turning you over and placing you on your knees so that I could fuck you from behind. That too was a true delight, watching your back and body react to my every thrust.
Eventually, exhaustion set in and I could no longer keep up the pace. That is when I lay on my back and directed you to climb on top, impaling yourself on my thick, long toy. I remember looking into your eyes as you moved, looking into your eyes as you begged me for permission to cum.
Do you remember how nice I was to you? How I said that yes, my filthy whore could come?
I remember how loudly you screamed as you came. How hard your body buckled against mine.
You asked me, when you left, if you could come back. Come back for a good hard fucking.
My answer is yes. Yes, you may come visit me again, and yes, I will fuck that tight little cunt of yours again.
Next time you see me though; you will be in stockings and garter, so that if I desire I can bend you over the moment you enter my door and fuck you before I even undress you.
You'll also find ballet boots in your future. High heeled boots, so impossibly high that you become imprisoned on my bed the moment I lace them onto your feet and legs.
This first visit I worked your cunt, and it was truly delightful, but know now that I see no reason to limit myself to that little hole. You shall be my three-holed bitch and as time goes on I will train you to take all nine inches of my beautiful dildo down into your throat and up into your ass.
I wonder, do you think you can handle becoming my little fuck-toy?
April 17, 2011
Smooth, Female Supremacist Fiction
She lay awake in bed, thinking about how content she was with her lover, how much she loved him. She felt the warmth of his body against hers and heard his soft snoring as he slept beside her.
She smiled at her happy thoughts and gently ran her fingers down his torso, touching him between his legs. She felt his body tense at her touch, shrink away from her, almost cringe in fear as he slept. She was proud of his body's unconscious reaction, pleased that even in sleep his desire for her was always tinted with his fear of her.
She continued caressing between his legs, she thought about how strange it felt, some odd little bumps, ridges, scar tissue. She thought about how pleased she was with the decision she had made two years prior. She knew that he was a much better man because of it, that she would never have been able to love him as much as she did had she not decided to have his cock and balls removed.
She remembered that it had been a punishment. She had arrived home unexpectedly one day to find him in the bathroom, working to defeat the cage she had placed on his cock. When later she punished him it came out that he had been masturbating without her authorization for quite some time.
She gave him a choice. She would leave him, or he would consent to having his precious cock and balls cut away. He consented and she arranged the radical surgery. She never regretted her decision and she didn't wonder if he regretted his, she thought that perhaps she should care about his feelings over the matter, but deep down inside she knew that she didn't.
Her fingers continued their gentle wandering, moving around his body to his asshole. She gently probed and felt him come awake. She had used his ass earlier and it was still slick with lubricant and open to her touch. She knew that it had to be sore because she had used a very large dildo and fucked him with great roughness so she was not surprised to hear him moan in discomfort.
His pain however served only to excite her. After a bit of time caressing him she opened the drawer on her nightstand and removed a very long dildo with a handle attached. It was shaped as a policeman's nightstick, and she remembered that it's packaging had called it such.
As her lover struggled to come fully awake she rammed the dildo home, forcing him open and fucking his abused ass with all the force she could muster. She laughed softly as his moans became something more akin to screams. She decided that when she was done he could sleep again, but that in the morning round three would begin.
April 10, 2011
The Cost Of Living, Forever Up In Seattle
I couldn't put it off any longer so on Saturday I bought four new tires. My last set did me well for a good number of years, so the replacements I chose were exactly the same.
Eleven Hundred Dollars.
I must admit that I almost had a heart attack right there in the Les Schwab store. I remember, not too long ago, when a great tire could be had for about a hundred bucks. Not so anymore.
It seems that prices are rising dramatically, while at the same time the things I read point to average wages falling. It's a bad situation, and I fear that with all the spending lunacy in Washington D.C. higher pricing is likely to continue.
Let us hope that the economy continues to improve, and that the pace of improvement quickens. In the meantime, I must say, in comparison with the price of tires anyway, professional domination seems like a bargain!
April 3, 2011
A Change
Note: This is not a femdom story, just something that came to mind, a little variety for those who enjoy such. If you come here only for femdom, read this at your own risk, or scroll down to the next entry.
They came into the living room a few minutes ago. My wife and her new bull, a man named Thomas. She's always been so dominant, so in control all the years I've known her that I'm always shocked to see how she is when Thomas is around.
She's got a collar around her neck; her arms are bound behind her back, lashed together at wrists and elbows. High heeled shoes enhance her long legs and the bright red plug inserted into her ass paints her as a sexually subservient being.
When they entered the room Thomas ordered me to kneel in front of the sofa, facing the chair that used to be mine. I was told to watch them so that I might learn how a real man interacts with his woman.
Thomas sat in my old chair and motioned for my wife to kneel between his legs. As she did so he opened his pants, exposing his long and hard cock. She quickly had him in her mouth, licking and sucking as he placed his hands on the back of her head to forcefully direct her movements.
I was enthralled watching them, watching my wife's head bob up and down, listening to the sounds of raw sex and passion that escaped from her throat, watching the plug move in her ass as her muscles relaxed and contracted. As I watched Thomas spoke to me.
He let me know that my wife had given him the key to my chastity device and that he alone would determine when or if I would be given relief. He told me that he had banned me from the slightest touch of her breasts and cunt, that my worship of her body would be limited to only her feet and her ass. I was informed that she would remain my Mistress, but as she was now his slave, any orders she gave were in effect carrying out his wishes.
When he was done telling me about the changes I would immediately experience he ordered me to pull the plug out of her ass, and told me to lick it clean as he bent her over a side table and replaced that rubber plug with his thick cock.
Like a good husband I sucked and licked the plug as he used my wife's ass. I watched him drive into her unmercifully and listened to her cries of pleasure, pain, and humiliation. Eventually Thomas finished and I had a rare glimpse of his cum inside her opened body.
Thomas instructed me to replace the plug, and she clenched, crying out in discomfort as I slid it back home for him.
My Hummingbirds
Yesterday I saw my first hummingbird of the spring, so put out a couple of feeders. I think that I have two now, advance scouts for the hundreds that will soon arrive. The tiny birds are amazing to me, and I am thrilled that such a tremendous number choose each year to share my yard with me.
A Legislative Update
I've been watching our Washington State Legislature with interest since it convened in early January. Alas, it has been an odd year in Olympia.
The session is scheduled to end on Easter Sunday, just a short time from now, but unless a miracle happens they will never finish on time. That will mean a special session, with its weeks, maybe months of drawn out debate and additional costs to taxpayers.
The holdup is of course the operating budget. The voters have removed the ability of the legislature to increase taxes for the next two years, and even if the legislature retained that ability legislators understand that any taxes enacted would not be allowed to stand. That leaves the legislature with only one option; they must reduce the amount of money they desire to spend.
Such reductions are horrors to the men and women we elect, horrors to members of both major political parties. So, currently our legislature stands at a stalemate.
When contemplating this stalemate it should be remembered that the Democratic party controls both the Senate and the House, plus the Governor's mansion. The Republicans do not have the power to stop or control anything, so this is entirely a Democratic stalemate.
It's my understanding that the Senate has developed an operating budget that could pass that chamber with votes in favor from both parties, but they are not releasing their budget because tradition dictates that the House has the right to go first this year.
In the House I understand that the Chairman of Ways and Means, and his committee has developed an operating budget, but that when the budget was shown to House Speaker Chopp it was rejected out of hand.
That is where things stand when the legislature returns to work on Monday morning.
I find this interesting because of the sheer refusal to reduce any spending, even that spending that is clearly nonsensical. For example, last week, lots of us saw the expose on KING 5 news showing the blatant fraud in state food assistance programs. The week before that we learned from KIRO news that we waste thirty thousand dollars putting a single sign up along one of our freeways. These are simple and small examples of the tremendous waste of taxpayer dollars rampant throughout our system.
The State of Washington will collect more money over the next two years than it collected over the past two years. The next budget, when it is finally passed, will spend billions more dollars than the budget of ten short years ago.
Legislators talk about cutting billions of dollars in spending. That does not however mean that they will spend billions less next year than they spent this year, it means that they will spend billions less than what they wanted to spend. A cut in spending to legislators is not the same as a cut in spending to a household's budget. To you and I a cut means a reduction in spending from what was spent previously. Legislators, and those who live off of government handouts, have a different definition.
This coming week massive protests are planned to be held at our state capitol. Protesters will be calling for more taxes to support more spending. Remember though when watching the news or reading the paper that code words are being used.
Protestors and their legislative allies will not talk about raising taxes on the people and families of our state, they will talk about 'closing tax loopholes.' They will not talk about increasing the number of dollars spent from this year to next; they will talk about 'budget cuts.' It is important to read through this misuse of our language in order to properly understand what is being protested against.
In the meantime, while the government paid protesters scream and holler, the legislature will remain locked in a kind of stasis, Democratic leadership too afraid to make the decisions our constitution requires of them.
Thank God our state constitution severely limits their ability to borrow money.
