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January 29, 2012

Communication, A Key In Seattle

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.

August 28, 2011

The Truth About BDSM

This morning I was reading the blog of Los Angeles Dominatrix Justine Cross. Her words reminded me about the fundamental truth of bdsm.

Toys, clothing, advanced technique, and studios. These things are all important to creating a truly wonderful bdsm experience but they are also secondary. As she says, the mind is one's most important toy. A good mind is the one indispensible tool.

Tens of thousands of dollars in high end braided whips, fetish clothing of the highest fashion, the ability to tie the most intricate of knots, and the finest playspace in the world, all these things combined will not make a dominatrix. Only her mind can make the dominatrix, create the perfect femdom encounter.

The trappings of female domination are amazing and tremendous fun but it is the female mind that creates what we seek.

August 21, 2011

New Toys, Forever Fun In Seattle

Those who have come to see me know just how amazingly well equipped my dungeon is. Floor to ceiling with the most amazing, highest quality toys, everything one could ever desire for the pursuit of female dominated times.

Sometimes I make the mistake of thinking that I've seen, or even possess it all.

Alas though, the minds of submissive men always seem to come up with something new and wonderful.

Moments ago, while visiting a blog I saw just such a thing. In essence it's a humbler on a pole. Delightful, and an exciting twist on an old toy.

That is truly one of the delights of female domination; the possibilities are limited only by the imagination!

April 23, 2011

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?

March 6, 2011

The Final Installment Of A Conversation With Suzanne

Thank you again for taking the time to answer my very personal questions, I appreciate it, and I know that my readers will too. Before we end though, let me ask: What should I have asked you? What do you wish I would have asked you?

First, I want to thank you for inviting me to participate in this process. When you first suggested the interview, I had some small degree of skepticism. However, I was motivated by one of the lines in the initial email in which you said, referring to some of the interviews you yourself have gone through that "the good ones make me think. Think about where I've been with my dominance, and where I want to go. That is never a bad thing in my view." My skepticism was short lived, as the quality of your questions gave me the opportunity to pause and reflect on both the various aspects of my relationship as well as its entirety. This holistic view has been incredibly beneficial. In that regard, your interview was a beautiful gift to which I can only say thanks.

The process really did get me to thinking about where I've been with my dominance and more importantly, where I want to go. Thus far, my journey has been one that, with the exceptions of a few "bumps in the road", has gone exceptionally well. I would be naive to expect the future to go so smoothly. However, I'm confident that, with careful and loving nurturing, our love for one another will continue to grow, allowing us to face, and overcome future difficulties. I'm confident that my dominance over sissy will grow, as we expand our horizons through enlightenment and most importantly, touching each others souls.

As I look back on my relationship and marriage to tammy, there are some little things that I might have done differently, or things that I should have insisted on at certain times. None of these have altered the basis of our relationship. For instance, some day, we may renew our "marriage vows" in a much less "vanilla" setting, deepening the commitment we have for one another even more. I've toyed with the idea of having sissy take my surname also. It just wasn't convenient at the time but as time passes by, I think about it more often (I did keep my maiden name).

As for Jay's entry into our lives, I consider myself blessed. The old sports adage that "I'd rather be lucky than good" rings out in this instance. Luck was on my side to have found him! To many, relationships such as the ones you and I are a part of, exist only in a fantasy world. In many cases, true feelings are suppressed for years for fear of rejection by mainstream society. It's so sad that such fears, and in many cases they are indeed legitimate, are the cause of so much unhappiness and inhibit many from achieving self-actualization and fulfillment. I hope my blog does provide readers who yearn for a lifestyle similar to ours a glimpse into what it is like, and how it could someday be for them.

February 12, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 8

In postings on your blog sissy has been recounting her erotic experiences with another dominant woman. Did you have difficulty overcoming feelings of jealousy when you allowed such service to take place? Did the fact that the other woman is your sister make it easier or more difficult for you? Do you see 'outside' play opportunities for sissy growing in the future?

By nature, I can be rather possessive and sometimes jealous when it comes to my romantic relationships. Teasing sissy about serving my friends, girlfriends or perhaps other women makes for very exciting, erotic and titillating fantasy but in reality, I have had a difficult time with letting it happen.

As sissy has met some of my female friends who are aware of our lifestyle, I've sometimes brought up their names during "pillow talk", suggesting that someday, sissy would be made to serve and/or service them. This verbal type of foreplay has its obvious effects on her. The thoughts of her submitting to some of these friends, particularly when I single one out by name, brings clarity and specificity to the potential scene and excited sissy even more.

The number of friends I have in this inner circle, particularly those who have seen sissy "en femme" is very small. They are all very, very close friends. At one point or another, they've each dropped hints about how nice it would be to have sissy at their disposal for a short period of time, or longer in some cases. One friend came right out and asked me!

Allowing the service with my sister has made it easier. While I am sure the situation seems bizarre and perhaps "over the top" to some readers, it did lessen the feelings of jealousy that I experienced. If I was ever going to allow, or require, sissy to be of service to others, I also thought that the situation with my sister would serve as a good starting point or, at the very least, a way to give it a try. It was a good fit in other ways as well. It blended well with our established lifestyle. The "babysitting" theme had legitimate meaning to it. In addition, my sister Sherry understands the limits and I trust her implicitly.

I do see the possibility that additional outside play opportunities could develop for sissy in the future. At present, it's not something that I am actively seeking, but given the right opportunity, I might explore it further. Also, it's by no means a given that the outside play opportunities would be of a sexual nature. They are more likely to involve other types of service, at least initially. Sissy's safety and well-being will always be of the utmost important as well. Reality is that I would never put her or her health in any type of jeopardy.

My jealousy and possessiveness will always come into play however. That will never go away. In the end, those traits might severely limit the number of opportunities that come up in the future. They may, or they may not. If they do, then so be it.

February 6, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 7

You have decided to make infantilism a part of sissy's life, posting occasionally about the use of diapers, plastic panties, and specially filled baby bottles. Do you find that spending time as a 'baby' enhances sissy's submission to you or her feelings of dependence upon you? As a dominant wife, what attracts you to this specific activity? Is it something that you are likely to expand upon as your relationship continues to grow?

Infantilism became part of our lifestyle very early on in our relationship when I discovered that, unbeknownst to her at the time, sissy's first encounter with it came at the age of 6 or 7 years old. She had an older female cousin that she spent a lot of time with. The cousin and one of her girl friends, who were both the same age (about 4 years older), enjoyed playing "house", with one of them being the mommy and the other the daddy. Sissy, being the youngest of the three, was always the "baby." The games progressed, or should I say "regressed" to the point where sissy was often dressed as the baby, given a bottle, etc. On a few occasions, this even included some diapering and some ill-fitting plastic panties. The games continued until sissy's aunt discovered their antics and put a stop to it.

Sissy's submission is most definitely enhanced as a result of spending time as a baby. It's this enhancement, or deepening, of her submission that has made the practice so appealing to me.

The baby play was fun when we first started doing it, but I took it to a whole other level when I incorporated it into her overall sissification and made it a part of our lifestyle. As our lifestyle progressed, her time as a baby was exposed to a few of my close friends and finally Jay. This took it beyond the "fun" stage. I enjoyed the humiliation she felt while "babied" In the presence of others more than I thought I would. As a result, I've used it more and more.

The exposure to others is not something she enjoys and an excellent behavior modification tool. In addition, it fits well with her feminization because, for the most part, I prefer a seeing her as either a sweet little sissy or a dutiful submissive "wife" as opposed to the slutty look. Infantilism to a great extent is an extension of the little girl look.

I don't see the infantilism expanding very much in our relationship (at least that is the plan at present). I think I balance its use pretty well, using it when I either want to, or when I feel a need. At times, either when I am displeased with her behavior or for any other reason, I order sissy to go get her diaper and other items ready. On cue, she obeys and waits for me to put her in her diaper. Also, many of her orgasms come when she is diapered. That fits very well with the "control" aspect of our relationship.

The diaper and other baby items are very symbolic as well; they point out the stark differences between sissy, and Jay, my very masculine lover.

February 1, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 6

How did you know that Sissy was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with? Did you propose or did he? At what point did you decide to seek out another man to cuckold Sissy with? Did any particular event trigger your decision? How did you inform Sissy that he would become a cuckold? How has it made your relationship with Sissy stronger?

It became clear once sissy moved in that we were quite compatible beyond our mutual D/s-related interests. I've touched on this before, but there definitely needs to be chemistry in the "vanilla" portion of any relationship if it's going to succeed. We both had an interest in sports/athletics. Like me, sissy had also played intercollegiate athletics. While it may come to a surprise to many of my readers, and seem "out of character", sissy was a very good basketball player in high school and went on to play at the college level. Despite her lack of height and slight stature, she was an excellent basketball player! Beyond sports, we connected intellectually as well - an area that in my opinion is too often overlooked when searching for the right partner. In addition to the sex, we just had fun together and enjoyed each other's company. We were comfortable with one another.

I began to think about a longer-term relationship. There wasn't any one specific moment where I knew sissy was "the one." Those moments make for great scenes in movies and romance novels but in my case, the realization came about as a result of all the time we spent together, the things we did and the type of person I found sissy to be. The more intimate we became with one another, particularly when it came to fulfilling each of our sexual fantasies, I realized that I had never been as comfortable doing these things with any else. The roles we had taken on just came naturally. It was so much more than role-play and a lifestyle I wanted to adopt permanently.

When my one-year commitment and the academic year were coming to a close, I realized how difficult it was going to be to go back to my regular position and leave sissy behind. My feelings for her ran deep. As the time for me to leave drew closer, I realized that I didn't want our relationship to end.

She'd hinted at finding ways for our relationship to continue beyond the end of the school year. At one point she asked if I could extend my assignment. When I asked her "why?" she responded that she didn't want me to leave and wished she could come with me. She told me that she loved me. I told her I would love to take her with me and asked her point blank if she could see herself living this type of relationship on a full time basis. When she answered in the affirmative, I knew that somehow we could make it work.

She proposed and I accepted. She eventually joined me in Europe. We got married in the US over the holidays the following year.

The whole cuckold dynamic is an interesting phenomenon. My blog is certainly not in the "mainstream" of most cuckold literature. To some it falls into the category of polyamory more than anything else and I suppose that's a pretty accurate description. However, as I've said many times, it's what works for us.

Before we were married I would sometimes tease sissy about finding a real man to fully satisfy me. To me, the verbal aspect of play can be very erotic. I've always been a verbal type of person and that extends to our play. As couples get to know one another, each one can begin to understand the other's particular desires, needs, fetishes, etc., particularly if they are sensitive to their partner's reactions to various forms of stimuli.

It became clear early on that cuckolding, at least in fantasy, was a turn-on for sissy. It was evident by the way she responded to my teasing. The teasing continued until I finally brought up the subject, asking her if she ever thought about acting on the fantasy. We discussed it at length and on multiple occasions. The discussions became more serious and we decided to move forward and drew up an informal set of parameters. It was something that I was willing to explore, but only within certain limits. I wasn't interested in a "hot wife" type of situation - I'd only be willing to "do it" with one partner. In addition, sissy would have to be in agreement with moving forward. We'd both have to be comfortable with whomever we decided upon. It was never a situation where I told her I was going to take on another lover whether she liked it or not.

I viewed it as a very significant step in the growth and evolution of our relationship. Cuckolding can be sometimes viewed as the next logical step in a deepening FLR or Fem Domme marriage. That is how I viewed it. Sissy was agreeable to exploring it, and I actually sat on the final decision for some time until I informed her I was ready.

The process of finding the right person was time-consuming, exhaustive and incredibly frustrating at times. I'm incredibly lucky it turned out so well. I believe the way we went about finding a lover for me made things easier as my relationship with Jay evolved. It certainly wasn't "classic" FD where the sub had absolutely no say whatsoever in the matter. I thought that sissy's role in the decision making process helped bring us closer together.

Knowing that Jay had sissy's blessing and was actually her "choice" as well, gave the relationship a certain intimacy that is difficult to explain. It allowed for a very high level of openness that otherwise might not have existed, or taken a painstakingly long time to develop.

The cuckolding also led to a much richer level of communication between sissy and I. That communication in turn helped strengthen our own relationship. Keeping a pulse on your sub's feelings and overall well being is so important in these types of marriages. It's a responsibility I take very seriously.

The communication and discussions we've had with one another related specifically to cuckolding have kept us closer and strengthened our marriage, and love for one another. Taking on another lover, and sharing a big part of the intimacy that takes place between you and your lover, with your lifetime submissive, forges an incredibly strong emotional bond.

January 29, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 5

You mention: "I'm sure there are many men who would be much more comfortable in this type of relationship but are unable to express themselves because of societal norms." I agree with you. I also believe that there are a great many women out there who would be much happier and fulfilled if they were to embrace dominance. Unfortunately, societal norms work against us all in this regard. In your view, as a dominant woman, how should a man seeking a relationship in which he would be the submissive partner present that to the woman he is interested in? Is there, in your view, a best way for a submissive man to approach a dominant woman? Likewise, in your view, is there a best way for a submissive man to communicate his need for submission to a vanilla woman, or a woman who has not yet discovered her desire for dominance?

I most certainly agree that societal norms work against all of us in this regard. It's sad that most of us grow up trying so hard to be who other people think we should be as opposed to finding our true selves. I often gravitate towards sports analogies to make a point. My dad was a coach and his entire working life was in one way or another related to athletics. I also played sports as a child, in high school and in college. Successful coaches have a knack for putting people in the right places or situations so they can be successful. The same can be said of good managers. Players who are miscast or put in the wrong positions, situations, etc. won't enjoy the same level of success, and will most likely fail. Getting back to relationships, how many of us are miscast in our roles?

The genetically submissively-wired male who is cast as a head of household will struggle with the role and likely remain unhappy. The same is true of Dominant Women who try to fit into that "submissive wife" type role. While many try to make it work and plod their way through the relationship, many fail and others fail to achieve real happiness.

For a submissive man, I suspect the challenge of finding the right partner and communicating his true feelings to her is often daunting to say the least. In addition to the societal norms I mentioned earlier, there are many other issues that must go through their mind. I'm certainly not an expert in this area, not that anyone really is, as my own experience has been rather limited. I can only share my own feelings and thoughts on how I think submissive males would be most successful. I also think there would be a stark difference between a situation in which the male was merely looking for a play partner and one where he was seeking a committed relationship. For the sake of this discussion, I'll focus on the latter.

Above all else, a committed relationship has to be based upon more than a couple's sexual fantasies, fetishes, etc. Simply put, they have to "like" one another. Life's realities surround us every day; Work, family, illness, death, financial decisions, children, the list goes on and on. These are all major issues and incredibly important parts of our lives. If you are going to be happy, you and your partner have to be able to get through these things together.

I'm not minimizing the importance of sexual compatibility but rather, pointing out that your potential life partner has to be attractive to you in other ways. The quality of communication you have with a potential partner along with honesty are perhaps the two most important factors in my opinion. Keep in mind however, that communication involves more than just talking openly with one another. "Listening" is communication's most important aspect.

A man who has interest in a woman should first and foremost be a good listener. Listen for certain "cues" in what she says that could open the door to the conversation you have been looking to have for so long. If you've already been intimate with her, then you may already have an inclination as to what she enjoys. Is there anything you've done or she's said that would lead you to believe she might be interested in the lifestyle relationship you seek. If so, then you need to bring it up at the right time and be honest with her. Ask her what she would find important in a relationship. That often could lead to other questions.

She may ask you the same question. Be honest in your answer. Tell her it would be important to you to find an assertive woman, one who is comfortable being in charge. Let the conversation flow. Listen, listen, and listen some more! Don't push it. If you feel she is not amenable to what you suggested, you have a decision to make. My dad use to tell me not to expect someone to change for the better once you married them.
During your dating phase, you are likely seeing people on the best behavior. How right he was! I have my first (and very brief) marriage to prove it.

To a great extent, the male also has to get over the fear of rejection, ridicule, etc. I may be making it sound easier than it is, but if it happens, it is not nearly as disastrous as you think it is. If you get to know someone well enough and develop a certain level of trust, the discussion might be easier than you believe.

A submissive man, or any man for that matter, should always approach a woman with respect. If a submissive man already knows that a woman is Dominant, they should never be so forward as to assume that the Domme has interest in them simply because they are submissive. Different situations (i.e. play party, scene, vanilla gathering) would seem to call for different approaches. I would be incredibly annoyed if a submissive man approached me, dropped to his knees, began calling me Mistress, etc. as part of his introduction. That might suit some Dominas but in my case, it would make me uncomfortable and turn me off immediately. I would much prefer a simple and respectful approach. Just introduce yourself with a "hello, my name is.... and..."

Think about what you are going to say, and make it appropriate and in context to the current situation. While this can be difficult if you've never met before, the fact that you are in the same place or social setting will likely provide some conversational topics. Seeing a Dominant woman in a cafe or other public setting and wanting to reach out to her can be easier than you think. Usually, a simple compliment works.

I recall one situation where sissy and I were out shopping for some lingerie for her. After the purchase, a gentleman approached me, excused himself and complimented me on how "expertly and professionally" I handled my purchase. I wasn't aware of it, but he had seen the whole thing. He was polite, brief and very complimentary. We exchanged smiles, I said thanks, and we continued on our way.

I recently had a discussion with a close lady friend who is fully aware of our lifestyle about people who are "vanilla." Her contention is that there are probably few, if any, truly vanilla people in the world. Those who are vanilla, according to her, simply haven't been made aware about the various lifestyle "options." Her belief is that, on a linear scale of 0-10, with totally vanilla people falling exactly in the middle or "5"(for the sake of this discussion vanilla people will be defined as those who are neither submissive or dominant), there would no "5's." She believes that everyone has some leaning one way or the other. She's probably correct. If so, to answer the last part of your question, the first step would be to identify your possible partner's leanings and then broach the subject in ways I described above. Start off slowly, yet don't be too careful so as to avoid the essence of what you want to talk about altogether.

Personally, I think the best of relationships are the result of an evolutionary process, one where deeper submission or for a Domme, dominance, are achieved through incremental steps. That journey is a learning process for both partners. It's what sissy and I have experienced.

With the right partner, the journey can branch off into many different directions. All that being said, my recommendation for a "best way" would be to adopt an incremental approach and be astute and sensitive to your partner's reactions. A whole other area of a discussion on this topic involves the use of the ever-growing number of online dating sites, from vanilla to kinky and everything else in between. With a carefully worded and prepared online introduction/ad, a submissive man can spark the interest of a Dominant woman even on a totally vanilla dating site. Take the time to write a good introduction.

Again, whether on line or in person, be respectful when approaching any Domme. If you aren't, any interest they show in you is not very likely to be sincere.

January 23, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 4

You mention that Sissy's domestic duties began with her in the nude, and over time grew to include aprons, heels, panties, and eventually full maid's outfits. Did she practice gender-play before your relationship began, or is her feminization something that you alone were interested in? Now that she spends much of her time feminized, how does that enhance your relationship? Have you noticed a difference in how either you or your lover treat her based upon her projected gender at the time? As you allow other, more vanilla people, a glance into your life, would you prefer it if they viewed Sissy as your 'male husband', or your 'female wife'?

Sissy did enjoy crossdressing and gender play before we met. Since I was also interested in this type of play, her previous interest in it made things so much easier and was clearly a positive as our relationship moved forward.

As the housework progressed from the nude to the frilly apron etc...It became quite evident that I had hit on something. Soon, she confided in me about her past experiences, which began when she was quite young with a female cousin of hers who was a few years older.

In our case, I believe the gender play/feminization enhances our relationship in many ways. While she is not totally feminized at all times, the fact that she is always in panties (at a minimum) is a constant reminder to both of us of our special relationship. At the risk of offending feminists and sounding stereotypical, in our relationship, the feminization enhances and deepens her submission. It helps keeps her mindset, and my own to some extent, in the roles we each play in our marriage. I enjoy seeing her as the dutiful 1950's type housewife, deferring to her spouse in virtually every aspect of her life. While some of that is "play," much of it is how we live our lives. Once again, I am not a Female Supremacist advocating the submission of all men in this way. This is something that fits us, and fits us well.

I'm sure there are many men who would be much more comfortable in this type of relationship but are unable to express themselves because of societal norms. I've also found that her feminization creates a climate more conducive to submissive behavior, particularly when it comes to her domestic duties. From my observations, the more feminized she is, the better the quality and efficiency of her domestic duties. One of my rules is that she must always wear an apron when doing housework. From a sexual perspective, her femininity helps add to my aggressive and dominant behavior. I think it also helps her focus on her sexual role - providing me with pleasure.

How she is treated based upon her projected gender at the time is much more noticeable with Jay than it is with me. Of course, I am always careful when in public situations. I never want to make an unwitting spectator very uncomfortable. I always try to get a good read on the situation, surroundings, individuals, etc. before I say or do anything that points out sissy's submission and/or feminization. While my own treatment of her is pretty consistent, her feminization does "stir" my Domme feelings rather quickly and with more rapidity than when I see her in totally male garb. When she is dressed I am also more likely to make comments about her outward appearance, her choice of clothing, etc. Jay on the other hand is markedly different when sissy is feminized. Of course, it helps that she is quite attractive when dressed. I think it helps Jay view her as a submissive female as opposed to a male. I tease him about being homophobic, knowing that he would never act the way he does with her if she was simply my sub without any feminization.

I am sure you can understand how careful we are about whom we allow a glimpse into our personal lives. To date, that circle is very, very small. Other than Jay and my sister Sherry, I only have a few very close friends who are aware of our lifestyle. They are friends I can trust implicitly and have seen sissy "en femme." My aunt Louise in Florida is aware of our Wife Led Marriage lifestyle, but not to the extent of the others I spoke about. She visits us over Thanksgiving and depending on how things go, sissy may or may not be feminized in her presence.

To me, sissy will always be male. I have no intentions to have her take hormones, have surgery, etc. like you might read in some pieces of fantasy fiction. People will view her in any way they choose. However, I would probably prefer that they view her as my feminized male wife. In the right circle of friends, and in time I'm confident that will expand, I would introduce her as my wife. In vanilla circles I introduce her as my husband. Over time, I've found that I have become more open about being "in charge" so to speak. I don't go out of my way to point it out, but don't hold back on saying or doing certain things that could lead some people to believe she defers to me, or to use a more popular expression "I wear the pants."

January 17, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 3

The amount of free time given to a slave is something that I have thought a good deal about. As your relationship has evolved, do you find that you permit Sissy more or less free time? Why? Do you find that she provides you deeper submission or better service based upon the amount of free time she is granted?

This is an interesting question and one that I've given considerable amount of thought.

The simple answer is that as our relationship has evolved, I believe I have allowed sissy more free time. The difficulty I always face is balancing my requirements with those of her full time career and the requirements/responsibilities that come with her job. In the beginning, when she was "just" a graduate student, I gave her very little free time. Her schedule was quite full, and in essence, her time was mine to do with as I pleased.

I used an old coach's tip from someone I knew quite well. He once told me if you ever coached a team, you had to "crack the whip" right from the beginning, just so they know who's in charge, and relax things as you move along and get the team where you want them to be. She was given more free time as the relationship evolved. Her time however, really is "All Mine." The free time she enjoys is only because I am allowing it.

It probably sounds harsh or cold to most people, but in a Female Led Relationship and/or Marriage such as ours, it's reality. Now, I totally understand that I don't always control the travel requirements of her job, meeting times, etc. However, to the extent that I can, I do. She is also expected to keep me abreast of any scheduling issues involving travel or "off hours" meeting and to bring them to my attention as soon as she knows. It's worked well, with a few exceptions. One was very recent and she was punished appropriately for failing to run it by me. It involved business travel where she had a choice of when to travel and get a specific project completed. She chose a week when she knew I would also be away. While I believe her intentions were in the right place, she failed to follow the process I had outlined. Before she leaves, there will be a "reminder spanking" to reinforce the earlier punishment.

As to the question of whether or not the amount of free time she has or doesn't have has any direct correlation to deeper submission or better service, I can only say that I pay close attention to her moods, how she goes about her responsibilities, duties, service, how she approaches her submission, etc. I look upon this as my responsibility to her, sort of a "stewardship." I don't want her submission to me to become drudgery. Our relationship would not work if it did. This may sound like blasphemy to some Dommes whose sub's feelings are none of their concern. I think it's different in the context of a spouse, marriage, or committed relationship. I need to be in tune with how she is feeling, particularly if I am to receive the level of submission and servitude that I expect.

All that being said, giving her a "breather" at times (again knowing that I control when, how long, etc.) does seem to have its benefits.

January 13, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 2

Housework then was what you initially offered Sissy, and what he reacted positively toward. At its core, does housework and his other household duties remain the fundamental basis of your relationship?

Your question brings a smile to my face. Housework and sissy's other domestic duties will always hold a special place in my heart because that is what really brought us together. Had she not responded like she did to those responsibilities, I'm quite certain that we wouldn't be where we are today.

Before she moved in, she knew what the expectations would be. I had provided her with lists of things that would have to be done and on what days I expected them to be completed. I purposely made the list of duties somewhat challenging (particularly for a young man I thought!) yet I also left some room to possibly add more responsibilities and tasks depending on how things evolved. She reviewed these prior to her moving in. I was aware of her academic schedule as well as her responsibilities as a grad assistant, so I had a pretty good idea about what her overall workload could be. I didn't give her much free time!

Getting back to your question, while housework and her other duties are a critical part of our relationship, they no longer remain its fundamental basis. There's no doubt they were the basis for the first several months we were together. Her daily routine changed quickly once she got acclimated to her new living arrangements. Soon, she was performing her tasks in the nude. This was followed by the addition of heels and an apron, panties etc. By the first of the year, she had her first maids outfit! However, over time, the basis changed to her giving up control of her "sexual self" to me. Let's face it, sexually; I am in total 100% control over her. She is there for me whenever and however I want. Her sexual relief is also under my control.

Obviously, it has gone beyond the sexual control as well (I lead - she follows!); otherwise our relationship would not have lasted. The "domestic duty" aspect is something I have always enjoyed.

In my postings, I've touched on the subject of having her live as a full-time "wife" several times. I think about it often. For several reasons, it just isn't realistic at this point. Even though it would work financially for us, I want her to continue with her career. It could happen in the future but I have to look out for her interests as well. I take her submission to me seriously and with great responsibility. Professionally, things could fall into place for both of us that would allow her to stay at home but we're not there yet. We'll know when the time is right.

January 11, 2011

A Conversation With Suzanne, Number 1

Thank you for agreeing to let me interview you. I've greatly enjoyed reading your blog, "All Mine," and I know that my readers will find great interest and value in your words.

I think that the questions I most often hear from submissive men are related to finding a dominant woman. Can you explain how you met your sissy and how the relationship moved from its beginning to one in which femdom became a central focus?

I met sissy when I was a visiting professor at the university where she was studying for her master's degree and a graduate assistant. My stay there began in early summer and went through the following academic year. At the time, I was actually teaching in Europe and had been thinking of coming back to the US.

When I arrived, sissy was between her first and second year of a two-year program and doing some research. Initially, our paths crossed because one of my peers at the university who was overseeing the project asked me to sit in as an adviser from time to time and, time permitting, provide some guidance to the students. It wasn't until a couple of months later when I was meeting with some of the grad assistants on an individual basis that I got to know her better. I found her very bright, polite, respectful to a fault, confident in her abilities, and overall just a nice person. Our conversations were always professional, but fun at the same time.

After our second private meeting, I began to sense a mutual attraction, but dismissed it out of hand for several reasons, not the least of which was our age difference (I'm late 40's, she's in her late 20's). Why would a cute/handsome young man be interested in me? I felt it, but wasn't quite sure.

After our first couple of meetings, she asked if we could meet more often, just to make sure she was staying on the right track with her work. The correct answer would have been that it wasn't necessary since she was doing excellent work. I agreed, and we began to schedule more frequent advisory meetings in my office. The more we met, the more I sensed the attraction. Intuitively, I also began to identify her submissive tendencies.

The project was also drawing to a close and there really wasn't going to be any need for us to meet. She wasn't going to be in any class I was teaching and our opportunities for professional interaction during the academic year would likely be few. It was around that time that she asked if I would like to meet off campus for coffee sometime. I agreed, and we more or less had our first "date." The coffee date was to discuss sissy's academic future, career, etc.... but I really wanted to see if I were reading things right about her. It was immediately clear that we hit it off with one another. To me, there was little, if any awkwardness that one would expect between two people with such an age difference. I wondered however if the lack of awkwardness was because there was no interest in any sexual or emotional relationship? Was sissy at ease with me because he looked upon me as a "mother" figure?

As the conversation went on, I decided to ask some personal questions and asked about his living arrangements during his studies. After listening to him, I decided to test the waters so to speak, offering him free rent at my place, in exchange for being responsible for all of the housework, my errands, schedule, and other things that might come up. I made it clear that it would be all of the housework and that he might not find that suitable, or appropriate, for a young man. I'll never forget the look on her face. I obviously had hit upon something that both fascinated, and surprised her at the same time. While she hesitated a bit, she finally said, "Are you kidding? I would love that!"

Despite the logistical (and other) possible difficulties that would undoubtedly come up over the next year or so, I knew then that I had found someone with high potential as a live-in sub. The university had provided me with a condo in a very nice complex. It was set up with two bedrooms, with the third being used as an office for me. It had two bathrooms, a separate dining room and a very large living room. There was plenty of room. I also liked things neat and clean all of the time. Although I was alone (I was dating a man at the time that I had met at a function the first week I was here and he occasionally stayed over) there was never enough time to get everything I needed done. I could have gotten housekeeping services from the school, but when I arrived I didn't think it would be necessary. In retrospect, I am glad I didn't.

It took a couple of months, but soon sissy was settled in with me. From there, the relationship evolved quickly. With all of her responsibilities, and my ever-increasing demands, sissy's submission was never in doubt. Soon, I was allowing her to be intimate with me on my terms, making it clear that my pleasure, not hers, was of utmost importance. The relationship invigorated me. It had been a long time since I had felt this way.

I didn't want the academic year to come to an end but knew that eventually, I would be returning to my regular position. We began discussing options before I returned to Europe.

January 9, 2011

Milliscent, The Naughty Teacher In Seattle

This week I've been delighting in 'very naughty teacher' fantasies. I need a bad boy to teach, to discipline, to punish!

Do you want to come be that bad boy for me? I wonder what I will decide you must learn?

December 27, 2010

I Want

I want the tips of my fingers to feel the softness of your thighs, your skin through your stockings, the hidden place just above the hem of your skirt as we sit next to each other.

I want to savor the scent of your hair, the mixed scents of you and your shampoo, to feel your hair on my face as I stand behind you, my hands caressing your arms.

I want to kiss the back of your neck, to feel its warmth on my lips, your hair pulled aside to reveal a part of your body only a lover will ever study.

I want to watch your body react to my gentle touch, to hear your breathing change as I seduce you with it, I offer pleasures you have only ever read about, I need my touch and manner to bring forth the submissive that dwells within you.

I want to see you prepare yourself for me, to look into your shy eyes as your blouse and skirt are discarded, to spend a few silent moments contemplating your body as you stand before me in bra, garter belt, stockings, and heels.

I want to know that my opening of your body, my penetration of it with hand and arm have evicted all rational thought from your mind, that as your body dances on my fist your spirit soars into a place of wonder that we can only imagine.

I want you to cum with the slightest brush of my fingertip against your clit. I want to experience your orgasm with you as it crashes into each of my senses like ocean waves that are without beginning or end.

I want to hold you, to stroke you, to feel your body with my own as you slowly return to reality, as you lay within my protective arms.

October 31, 2010

A Kinky Halloween Party In Seattle

Over the course of years I attended a great many play parties, especially up north in Vancouver B.C. For even more years I hosted play parties in my home. That's something I've gotten away from and for whatever reason I haven't felt a desire to attend or host a kinky party for quite some time now.

Last night I broke the trend. I attended a kinky Halloween party at the home of two very good, long time friends. It was great fun! I think that my long absence from public play brought the excitement and magic back to me.

As I was driving home last night, thinking about the party, two things came to me that I felt worth posting about.

S&M can be, and I think should be, art. If someone is watching us play, our scene should be conveying an emotion to our audience. Even when we are without an audience, our scenes should still convey an emotion, just because no one is watching is no excuse for less than the very best we can put forward. Clearly the better we do our play, the more we will enjoy it.

A scene can convey so many things: brutality, elegance, humor, joy, and so much more. Watching a scene take place in which both partners are on the same wavelength, in which they are both seeking and finding the same thing can be truly amazing.

On the other hand, many scenes convey nothing. They are dead, without emotion, without feeling. How sad.

When we play we should put our entire hearts, minds, and souls into that play. Doing so makes our play a truly wonderful experience.

The other thing that struck me is a lack of easily available information concerning a very small number of S&M activities. All S&M contains some measure of risk, but for most such activities that risk is negligible. A few are a good deal more dangerous. For all of these books and websites exist which attempt to teach their readers how to pursue the activities in the safest way possible.

There are though a small handful of activities that are considered to be so dangerous as to be somehow beyond the pale. They aren't written about often, and if they are at all, it is generally just a warning that these activities are too dangerous to actually do.

The problem with this is that people do them anyway. Do them with no knowledge about how to make them as safe as possible. That seems a troubling state of affairs.

I watched last night, a committed couple in a long-term relationship do something tremendously dangerous, but at the same time tremendously joyous and fulfilling to them both. The troubling thing to me wasn't their consensual exploration of this most physically dangerous play, it was that it could be done in such a way as to bring them just as much pleasure and fulfillment, but safer by great measures of magnitude.

Their activity will remain extremely dangerous no matter how they do it, but that risk could be tremendously reduced by making only one tiny change that would in no way reduce their pleasure or fulfillment.

How sad that there are some S&M activities that are simply deemed 'too dangerous' so that good information about making them safer isn't easily found. By deeming them 'too dangerous' our community makes them even more dangerous.

August 6, 2010

Using Her, Violation In Seattle

I scouted this road a few weeks ago. A virtually deserted mountain lane, it was perfect for my purposes. It didn't move enough cars to actually disturb my plans, but just enough to add an element of danger to them. I'd planned my scenario well and was thrilled about it coming true, my little bitch sitting beside me in the truck as I drove.

As we left my house I took the opportunity to scare her. I held my harness and a new strap-on dildo in my hand as I informed her "I'm going to pound your asshole until you scream."

Since then I hadn't said a word. I simply took her by the hand, led her out to the truck, and began the long drive to the wide spot along the road that I had picked out earlier. I could tell that both my complete silence as I drove, and the extremely rural nature of the road were serving to greatly increase her fear of what was to come. I fed on that fear, enjoying it on an instinctual level that must be similar to what a predator feels when capturing her prey.

She wasn't only experiencing fear though, in that delightful combination submissives have it was obvious that her fear was growing in tandem with her lust. I knew that her desire was increasing with each passing mile and that in her own strange way her fear was actually feeding her lust. She was sitting very close to me, without panties, her skirt hiked up to her hips. I could feel her body next to mine, almost taste her fear, and smell her cunt obviously damp with desire. I wanted nothing more than to possess her, to hurt her, to hear her whimper at my touch.

She was quite beautiful sitting next to me. High heels, stockings, and a garter belt showed off her lower body more than they covered it. Her short skirt was just a band around her hips, hiked up so that her cunt and ass could sit directly on the truck's leather seat. Up top she wore a sheer white blouse, her large pink nipples clearly visible as they stood proudly out from her body.

Eventually we reached the spot I had selected. We'd only passed one car the whole time we were on this road, so I knew that the chances of seeing another were slim. I pulled off the road and stopped the car. After unbuckling my seatbelt, and hers, I leaned into her and kissed her. Hard. I devoured her with my lips, nibbled her mouth and tongue with my teeth. She kissed me with passion, moaning as I laid claim to her. Separating I sat facing her, looking deeply into her eyes as my fingernails found her nipples through the gauzy fabric of her blouse. All my senses devoured her powerful reaction as I pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples.

I opened the door, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out of the cab of the truck, around to the back. I held her by the hair, twisting and pulling it viciously as I opened the tailgate and pulled her into position bending over it. I quickly went to work binding each of her wrists into a cuff I had pre-positioned on each side of the back of the truck's bed. I was very pleased with the handy tie off points Chevy's designers had included there.

When she was bound I returned to the cab of the truck to retrieve my harness, dildo, and a bottle of lubricant. I knew that anal play was new to her, knew that the dildo was too large for such a virginal ass, but I didn't care. I knew that she wanted to be violated with a massive tool, and I knew that I wanted to be her violator. Nothing else mattered.

I returned to her, admired her long legs and petite ass as I quickly slid my harness into position. I felt the weight, length, and tremendous girth of my rubber cock and imagined how wonderful I would feel as I pushed it into her, as I forced her tiny ass open to accommodate it's size. I was ready to use her, as I knew that she was ready to be used.

I stepped up to her, placed my thumb over her perineum, then slowly moved it down over her lips and across her clit. I delighted in her reaction to this delicate touch, delighted in the wetness I felt on her.

I began lubricating the dildo, slowly running my fingers and hand along its length. Wet and so very slippery, it was ready to find a new home deep inside my little slut. Using just my finger I slowly lubricated her asshole, starting outside, but quickly pushing into her, adding more fingers as her body relaxed and opened to me.

She was ready; I removed my hand, positioned my hard rubber cock, and slowly pushed into her. She was so very tight it was hard to push inside but slowly her ass expanded to take what I demanded she receive.

I fucked her slowly at first, faster and harder as time moved past. I fucked her until we were both covered with sweat, until my body ached from the exertion, until I was panting for air and her soft moans turned to loud cries. Eventually she was spent. I could tell that her legs had long ago stopped working and that her body was held up only by the truck under her torso and the cuffs around her wrists.

I quickly pulled out of her ass and moved to remove the cuffs holding her into place. As I did so she slowly slid to the ground where she lay trying to regain control of her body. I closed the tailgate of the truck, removed the harness and dildo then stood over her, one leg on each side of her head.

Gazing down at her I could think only of beauty, the beauty that I possessed by possessing her. I wanted her marked. I pulled my panty aside while continuing to stand over her and let loose with a strong stream of my urine. She didn't move into it, or away from it, but just lay there as it splashed her body and face, darting her tongue out to catch a few precious drops.

When I had finished I walked a few steps away and watched as she slowly recovered. In time she began moving, arose to her hands and knees. Slowly she crawled to me.

March 7, 2010

Proving Motive, Cautious FemDom In Seattle

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.

December 13, 2009

Mistress Milliscent's Fat Camp

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.

October 3, 2009

The Rules Of Fetish, Keeping It Fun In Seattle

Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Risk Aware Consensual Kink. These phrases are widely accepted in the bdsm community as the standards that we as kinky people need to live by. I think though that they go beyond bdsm, fetish, & leather, I think that they are applicable to all forms of radical intimate relationships, and radical sexuality. It is, I think telling that while some members of our community may reject one of the phrases or the other, consent is mentioned in both. Clearly it is a basic concept the importance of which is recognized by virtually everyone.

We can of course debate the meaning of the words endlessly, and I think it is healthy for us to do so. Consent to me does not necessarily mean the same thing as it does to some of my readers as has been evident by discussions here and elsewhere through the years.

The finer points of such concepts as related to long-term relationships isn't the point of my post today though. Rather this post is a reminder about the basics of consent, the importance of informed consent.

The fundamental basics of consent demand that it be granted by all parties involved, and that all parties have the ability to do so.

Children do not have the legal, nor moral ability to consent to erotic play of any kind with adults. Seriously developmentally disabled adults also lack this ability, as do those with severe mental illness or other serious mental incapacity.

We must also assume that those who are seriously intoxicated with drugs or alcohol lack the ability to give informed consent.

Always receiving consent from those with whom we play and only from those with the ability to grant it protects us legally and morally, while at the same time protecting those members of our society who need it most.

September 20, 2009

Opening Him, Medical Play In Seattle

I want to be deep inside his ass.

Now.

Fucking him, driving myself into him, brutalizing him. I don't want to wait.

Gentleness? I'm just not interested in that right now. Raw force would better quench my fire.

Tenderness? I just don't see myself as warm and supportive today. Coldness would better suit my mood.

I don't want to slowly, gently massage his ass, use my fingers to slowly open him. I don't want to warm and lubrcate the entrance to his body.

I want him open.

Open to me.

Now.

Cold and clinical, stainless steel, my perfect solution. A bit of lubricant on an anal speculum.

He's already bent over for me, strapped down for me. The speculum driven home, small, so very small.

Opened quickly, steel jaws forcing him open as well, forcing him open for me. Resistance impossible against the cold steel, force delivered to me, exactly as I desire.

The speculum removed, my slave now so open, I can drive myself completely, violently into him. No tenderness, no gentleness required.

Simple.

Brutal.

Pounding.

September 7, 2009

Purging, An Unfortunate 'Fix' In Seattle

Our shared bdsm/fetish/gender desires are certainly outside the mainstream, certainly go unaccepted by society at large.

An unfortunate consequence of all of this is an overwhelming desire in some people to somehow make themselves 'normal.' To do away with their erotic desires and identity, replacing them with 'normalcy.' Of course this never works out and is the path to unhappiness, but it is an irrational impulse followed by many.

For crossdressers this usually entails the throwing away of all female clothing, related erotica, and whatever else has to do with gender play in the person's life. An overwhelming impulse to just throw it all away, in a desire to purge the need from one's life.

It doesn't work, and these things are slowly replaced, a collection built again until the next purge.

Countless dollars are thrown away in this manner every year by people all around this country.

If you are someone who purges in this way, I hope that next time the impulse to throw it all away overcomes you; you will stop to consider things for a while before giving in to the need to get rid of everything.

Consider that purging material things will not remove the desires or need from your life.

Consider that normalcy is a utopian fantasy, not realizable on this earth.

Consider that there is absolutely nothing wrong with consensual sexual expression between consenting adults or within oneself.

Consider that no consensual adult sexual expression is or can be immoral.

Consider that you are a unique and valuable individual, that your unique sexuality in no way devalues you or your life.

Consider that there is no valid guilt or shame that can be associated with consensual adult sexual expression.

Lastly, consider how badly you will miss those things you throw away later.

Accept yourself, embrace and enjoy yourself, be true to yourself. That is the only path to true joy.

August 14, 2009

Addicted To Passion, Excitement In Seattle

Passion, lust, excitement. I wonder, are these not the reasons why we love female domination so very much? I gaze into the eyes of my submissive and it is all there, his feelings, his excitement, his passion, barely controlled desire for me. I can see him fighting to maintain control of himself, fighting to keep his desire within civilized bounds. Is there anything that could possibly be better to see in a man's eye?

The activities of femdom and fetish, truly I love them all, but it is the results I seek, the results of those activities that I see in his eyes. A look in the eyes that I'll never be able to forget.

July 26, 2009

Uniquely Relaxing In Seattle

It seems that as a society we worry an awful lot about our health these days. Certainly the television news likes to cram our brains full of the latest medical study, funny how so many of those studies contradict each other.

I wonder if red wine is good for me today, or if that was yesterday? Oh well, I'm getting away from my point.

My point is that I think it is fairly easy to ensure ones health. Don't eat too much, get some exercise, don't become addicted to tobacco, alcohol, or other drugs. Most folks agree with those three I think.

There is though, one more in my view, something that we often don't think enough about.

Relaxation.

Stress is a killer, and we all need ways to rid ourselves of it.

Relaxing ones mind and body for an hour a day can I think work wonders for ones health and sense of wellbeing.

My grandfather who's pushing 100 does it with a pipe or a cigar, some folks meditate, others kick back in a hot tub. Still others, my very favorite people in this whole world, come to see me! What better way to forget everything, to leave the world behind than to spend some time begging at my heels?

I hope that the next time you are stressed, feel the need for some deep relaxation, desire to get away from it all, you will think of me!

May 24, 2009

Humiliated In Seattle

"Run into the bathroom, strip, and get a condom on that little thing you call a dick. When you're done get my strap-on out of the playroom, the nice big purple one, then meet me back here." She said to her slave.

He quickly returned to her, his nakedness showing his completely shaved and pale body in it's worst light. "You look like a slug, a worm. Hairless and soft, pale as a ghost, certainly not my idea of a man. Not only that but it seems like every time you are clothed I forget just how stupid your little dickie actually looks. I can't fathom any woman ever wanting to have that thing inside her body, just touching it must be repulsive."

"Kneel at my feet and strap my dildo around my hips. Look at it closely while you do, for it is how a cock is supposed to be. Long, thick, and hard. Built to satisfy a woman. It seems that nature paid a very cruel joke on you when she was doling out the equipment." She said with a chuckle as he quickly complied.

When he had the straps firmly fastened around her body she took a small step back from him and without warning slapped his face. Twice. Hard. "That's for being so pathetic, for disgusting me."

She turned her back from him and spread her legs widely. "Sniff my ass while you wank that thing for me slave. I don't imagine it'll take you long, last I looked you were the very definition of the term 'premature ejaculator.' While you wank it I want you to think about just how lucky you are. I actually allow you to cum. I'm sure that many women on getting a glance at that thing would just lock it away, perhaps feeling less revulsion knowing that it was forever hidden behind hard steel. I did dream about it, dream about you last night slave. I dreamed that you were all bound down and I took the opportunity to castrate you. In my dream I did away with the messes that spurt out of it once and for all. You should know that I thought it was a very good dream, and I was touching myself when I woke up, touching myself while thinking of taking a very sharp knife to what you call your manhood."

Hearing her and having his nose positioned at her ass was more than enough to ensure that he would cum quickly and powerfully. She turned back towards him when she heard him do so. "Take the condom off your little stick and put it on my strap-on. Backwards. Then suck your disgusting slime off my cock. Take it deep into your throat for me like a good little bitch. When you're done I'll bend you over the table and teach you exactly how normal people with real cocks fuck. I imagine you'll be walking funny for a few days when I'm done with you."

April 19, 2009

John & Jill, A Submissive's Hard Day At Work

Chapter 4

I’m driving home from a hard day at work, eagerly anticipating seeing her, and experiencing whatever she may have in store for me tonight. So many years of marriage, yet my passion has never slacked. I trust it is the same for her.

Work. While we may all fantasize about a life free from work, a life filled with nothing but service to a beautiful woman such things just aren’t possible for the overwhelming majority of people, nor should they be. We must all support ourselves, and even if our situation frees us from that responsibility, as people who enjoy a free society as our birthright due to the sacrifices of the past, we all must make an effort to pass our freedom along to the next generation.

I am thrilled to be one of the lucky ones, that vigilant guard of freedom is my work. At home, in her presence I may be a crawling pussy of a husband, cuckolded, regularly beaten for my failings, and alas brutally fucked in the ass by a delightful bitch of a wife, but at work I am a respected lobbyist in our state legislature.

I am executive director of the Index Institute of Public Policy, and we work to ensure that the freedoms so dearly bought for us by previous generations are protected at every turn.

Today I was lobbying against a bill currently before the legislature that would allow police to use silencers on their weapons within our state. Under current law silencers are completely illegal in our state, illegal for police and civilians alike. Today it was my job to try and make sure that it stays that way.

Our founding fathers were terrified of a standing army because they knew that such an army could be used to create fear within the people, which would allow tyranny to flourish. They were of course correct, but their dream of a nation without an army was short lived. As a trade off our armed forces do not operate within our borders. They are used only for war, not for policing the population. This has ensured stable government for our country, and helped to protect individual rights for all. We do not as an example suffer from the frequent coups that plague so many other nations in the Americas.

This delicate balance between military power and personal freedom is however being challenged, and has been for a number of years now because our police forces are being militarized. SWAT teams, automatic weapons, extraordinary tactics are all being utilized by police officers who look more like infantrymen than the keepers of the peace they are supposed to be.

Silencers are just the latest move to further militarize our police, one more possible step at removing them from the populace they are sworn to protect. We must halt this militarization, work to ensure that our police accurately reflect the population they are policing. My day was spent lobbying Committee Members, and of course the all-powerful Chairman in an attempt to stop this misguided legislation.

Unfortunately lobbying against possible police weaponry is difficult, and arguments are often not welcome. I’m certainly looking forward to an evening with her, the chance to forget about all these cares of the day as I pull into our driveway.

She greets me at the door, “It looks like you had a hard day.”

“Yes, but it looks like the Chairman just might decide to kill the silencer bill without a hearing, if so that would make things much easier.” I replied.

“Well, go get changed into something comfortable. Give yourself a nice enema while you are at it just in case I decide to fuck your little ass tonight, then come and make dinner. Just one plate tonight. I’ll fix you a drink and you can tell me all about it later.” She said.

I left her to clean up, clean myself out, and when I was ready started cooking spaghetti. She had my drink prepared as promised, a good-sized slug of fine bourbon with a dollop of her spittle floating on top. A Dark and Juicy she had named the drink she invented for me long ago.

I remembered her instruction “Just one plate tonight” and was looking forward to the humiliating experience it promised. As dinner simmered I set the table, one place setting only as desired, and included on the table a cute little cat food bowl we had found some time back with the word ‘Pussy’ upon it. Dinner ready I filled her plate as she sat down, a double serving upon it.

I stood as her waiter while she ate, refilling her wine glass and fetching her whatever she desired. Doing so gave me a good chance to relax, to take my mind away from the cares of my day.

When she was finished she scraped all the leftovers off of her plate and into the ‘Pussy Bowl.’ A goodly amount since I knew to place a double serving before her. She looked over at me and said “Dinner was very good, but I think that it might need a bit more seasoning for your taste, let me take care of that for you.”

She then sat the bowl on the floor, dropped her tight jeans and squatted over it. She let her bladder loose and covered the food in the bowl, my dinner, with her delightful golden nectar. Her job done she stood and I promptly placed my face into the cleft between her legs and licked the remaining droplets of piss from her cunt.

She pulled her jeans back into place and strode from the room saying, “Enjoy your dinner pussy boy.”

Enjoy it I did!

I finished my dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, then we watched a bit of TV before heading off to bed. She joined me in my bedroom for a while, relaxing together. I told her of my day while she absent-mindedly yet quite cruelly used her long and sharp fingernails on my nipples, my cock, and my balls. She likes to keep them nice and tender, likes me to feel pain within them always, and she does quite a good job of it, generally I’m always able to feel her torments well into the next day.

When we had talked ourselves out, reached that perfect state of relaxation I was permitted to lightly kiss her goodnight, my lips upon her divine ass.

December 1, 2008

The Essence Of Female Domination

Today, on another femdom blog, I encountered a rather juvenile troll comment obviously placed to upset the blog’s author.

It is a femdom blog, written by a dominatrix. In a nutshell, the comment basically was:

‘Guys submit to you now because you are young and beautiful, but beauty fades with time. Someday you will be old, and much less beautiful. At that point you will find no one willing to submit to you, so you had better save your cash now, because you will be without friends to lean upon when you no longer have your beauty.’

Of course the comment is rude and nasty, but more importantly it pointed out how little the troll in question understands about female domination.

It is true; the beautiful dominatrix gets lots of attention. Beauty though is not the essence of female domination, nor is it the ‘drug’ that keeps subs so very ‘high.’

Attitude is the essence; attitude is what subs are seeking.

A less than beautiful dominatrix if she has the right attitude, the right excitement for her domination of her sub, will always be a better dominatrix than the strikingly beautiful woman who does not possess a killer dominant attitude, or excitement for her dominance.

Bdsm is all about attitude; the troll who doesn’t understand that fact must have very little experience with mind-blowingly good D/s.

October 24, 2008

Starting Your Morning Right In Seattle

“From now on, every morning after your shower I want you to get out that pretty little plug we bought, the chrome one, and plug your ass for me. Just wear it until I tell you that it can come out. I know that you are busy some mornings and that it might be a pain for you, but I insist upon it because I want to make sure that your mornings get off to a great start!”

“I suppose that most work days I’ll tell you to take it out before you leave the house, but if I don’t, please don’t worry, I’ll just call you at work when it’s time. I suppose that you might want to make sure that your secretary always knows where to find you because it could get mighty uncomfortable if you miss my call, and I just can’t imagine myself caring enough about how your ass might feel to actually call a second time.”

“Who knows, I might even ‘forget’ that you are waiting for my call from time to time. I’ll bet you’ll look mighty funny walking out to your car after wearing the plug all day!”

“Now be a good boy, don’t forget and don’t disappoint me because you know how miserable it becomes for you when I’m disappointed in you.”

With tip ‘o the hat to Saratoga.

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