All the bdsm and fetish 'how to' books seem to include a chapter about the importance of communication to one's sexual satisfaction.

I don't post about it much here, but I must agree with that advice.

It can be extremely hard to talk about sex, to tell our partner exactly what it is that we need. Especially if we think our desires to be strange.

We must get over it. We must overcome the fear we feel.

We are being unfair to our partner if we don't tell him or her what we desire, and just as importantly, our chances of getting our desires met fall to just about zero if our partner has no clue about them.

If we love our partner, and if our partner loves us, then certainly we can communicate and it is what we need to do if we expect our relationship to be strong over the long term.

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He looks perfect to me. A heavy leather posture collar holds his neck high, a matching hood blinds him. His face is hidden beneath the leather, only his mouth remains exposed. Delightfully positioned, he is kneeling before me, his knees spread wide.

I walk up to him; caress the leather covering his eyes with the tips of my fingers. I hold his head. My leg moves back then juts forward; my foot crashes into his delicate and exposed balls.

His mouth opens so he can scream; I cut it off, pulling his head toward me, driving the dildo strapped around my waist deeply into his throat. I fuck him, fuck his mouth, his throat with my long, long dildo. He can only gag, never scream.

Brutality is what he desires, cruelty is what he needs.

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Again this past week we all saw evidence that snow manages to virtually shut down Seattle and its environs.

Sea-Tac was closed. Our state Capitol was running on generator power. Our freeways and streets were often blocked. Thousands upon thousands of people were without electricity.

Now, I wouldn't mind any of this, but how are my slaves supposed to drive from their homes to my wonderful dungeon with all this white stuff? I must say that the snow is a most bothersome cramp in my style.

It is Western Washington the weather always improves. The snow is gone, the airport and roads are good for traveling again.

You need to come visit me, very soon, so that I can get rid of this pent up energy, frustrated sadism, on your cute little ass!

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You beg her to place you in chastity; you cajole her to do it. Over and over again, you ask, you plead, for years.

Eventually she says that magic word. She says YES!

She puts an end to your orgasm. For two weeks.

She considers it as the days go on, she thinks, she reflects, she observes you.

She decides that she prefers you sex-less.

She decides that two weeks are not long enough, decides that your days of orgasm are over. That you will cum no more.

Do you rejoice? Do you cry?

Are you glad you received that which you wished for?

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Don't believe the naysayers, he can win, he can help turn our nation around, but he needs our help. He needs our money, our time, and our influence:

Ron Paul for President

Fetish, BDSM, Femdom, and Female Supremacy continues below...

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I was watching an old episode of the Tudors recently, when a scene caught my imagination.

On their wedding night, the groom, a despicable man, forcibly bent his bride over a table, ripped her dress up over her hips, kicked her legs open, and raped her from behind as she cried.

How much fun that could be in a proper female dominated marriage though!

The groom bent over, tied down, brutally fucked with a huge dildo. Whimpering with each thrust he is forced to accept. Used until all he can do is cry.

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The soft delicate folds, tender lips that shroud and protect my clit and the entrance to my vagina. The tiny hood that covers and hides the treasure, the point of pleasure that is my clit. The small, tight, damp opening that allows access to the depths of my body.

None of these are visible to you; none will ever be visible to you. My slit is sacred, my slit is forever forbidden to you.

I've covered it with a strikingly tight black latex panty. The panty reveals in outline as much as it conceals but it remains an immovable, unbreakable barrier to your view, to your touch.

I will sit upon your face while I wear my latex, urge you to explore, worship that black rubber with your tongue your lips. Being a man, you will love doing so; you will grow hard while doing so.

I'll use my vicious little whip to beat your balls. Beat your balls until your worthless cock grows soft again. Still you will lick. In moments you will grow hard again; I'll beat it soft again. Over and over this dance, our dance shall repeat.

Your tongue, your lips are ineffective through the latex, ultimate pleasure you cannot give. Later I'll whip you for your failure to bring me to orgasm.

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I wonder, who will be the first lucky boy to worship my boots in 2012?

Perhaps it will be you...

I look forward to hearing from you...

Now.

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"You aren't worthy to see the beauty of female love." She said as she fastened the heavy leather hood over my head.

"I'll let you listen tonight, but you will never be permitted to watch." She continued.

Blinded by the hood, the dominatrix had to lead me into the cage, a dominant feature in the corner of her bedroom. Once I was inside, I heard the two padlocks fasten the door closed.

After the click of the locks silence abounded. I knew that she had walked into the arms of her female lover, knew that soon the sounds of their lovemaking would reach my ears.

I eagerly waited with the most intense feeling of anticipation.

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I value each and every one of you who takes the time to read this blog, and those who participate here with me in the comments section.

I sincerely hope that each of you, my readers, have a wonderful 2012, may it be your very best year ever!

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