"Logan just called. He said that all day today he was dreaming about my body and thinking about the taste of my pretty little pussy. He said that knowing you are never allowed to touch or lick my slit makes it even sweeter. While we were talking I decided that a session with his tongue did sound delightful, and I got damp thinking about his mouth teasing my cunt and ass." She said.

"He'll be here in about five minutes, I need you to go back downstairs and greet him politely when you let him in. Thank him for providing me with the sexual satisfaction that you are incapable of providing, then send him up to my bedroom." She continued.

"When you hear my bedroom door close go back to your chores in the kitchen. Remember that I expect it to be spotless." She ordered.

"Yes Mistress." I replied.

"By the time I'm satisfied he's going to really need to cum, probably be ready to explode! I think we'll play that fun new hand-job game, the one where I hold your head, your open lips around the tip of his cock while I milk him with my other hand. I love watching his hot spunk fill your mouth, love watching you struggle and swallow, working to ensure that you don't waste a single drop." She finished.

No. They want to build a little tiny dam that will make little bits of electricity. Not enough electricity to matter.

What does matter is the fact that to get this little bit of electricity, the project would destroy what must be one of the most beautiful stretches of river anywhere, including both Canyon Falls and Sunset Falls.

All kind of arguments about why the PUD folks would want to build this dam can be made, but really it's simple. Some years back a poorly written initiative was passed that directed a certain percentage of Washington's electricity had to be from renewable sources. A laudable goal, but the initiative did not account for the fact that power from large hydro projects is renewable. Our legislature hasn't bothered to fix this law yet.

As a result of this, the PUD has to find renewable, but not large hydro energy. They think that little bitty dams might be of help to that effort. Unfortunately, the only large impact such little bitty dams can have is to destroy nature and the land that we in the Puget Sound region have grown to love.

A dam is, for all intents and purposes, forever. Once there it will be in place for a lifetime, maybe many lifetimes, and the damage it will do can never be mended.

I'd ask everyone who has read this far to visit the website linked below. Look at the stunning photographs. Many of you will recognize the locations. Decide for yourself if these places should be destroyed.

If like me, you think this river should be protected, I hope that you will sign the electronic petition included on the linked site.

As everyone here knows that I'm a fiscal conservative, I'll even make that argument for anyone reading who might not care about the rivers destruction.

This dam proposal will apparently cost ratepayers (PUD is in fact a government, so it should read taxpayers) 150 million dollars; yet will provide less than 1% of the districts power needs.

I hope that you will view the site, look at the photographs, read the materials, and join me in signing the online petition.

Save The Skykomish River

I think a good way to consider punishing a slave is to break that punishment down into three sections:

I - Consequence of poor performance
II - Opportunity for reflection and self-improvement
III - Forgiveness

I think that no matter what form punishment may take, these three elements are likely essential. For example:

One's slave is in a negative headspace, rather bitchy about things, radiating negative energy. The slave is just plain in a bad mood.

Bad moods can be infective, and are a detriment to the dominant's experience. Such moods are certainly appropriate for punishment.

So, in considering the three sections of punishment we:

Order the slave into the bedroom, direct that it strip off its clothes and lie on its stomach so that its ass is presented to us. We then deliver the consequences by whipping our slave. This should not be an erotic experience for the slave, rather the blows should be hard and delivered in such a way as to be un-pleasurable and decidedly un-erotic.

While beating the slave we calmly and rationally explain why it is being punished, and demand that its behavior improve.

When we have decided that the slave has received adequate consequence for its poor behavior we direct it to maintain its position and use some time alone to think about its behavior, and ways in which it can improve that behavior in the future.

Section three is forgiveness. We return to the slave after a suitable period of time has passed. We take it into our arms and gently whisper words of forgiveness, love, and acceptance into its ears. While doing so we are lubricating its hole with our fingers, opening the slave's body to us. Eventually it will be ready for the dildo strapped around our hips, we will fuck the slave as it professes its guilt and goals for future improvement.

The above action is only a simple example, slaves can be punished in a myriad of ways and of course each owner's preferences are different.

I hope that all of you who read this blog have a terrific weekend and Easter Sunday, no matter what your traditions or beliefs may be.

The legislature works on a biennium system, whereby it passes a budget for two years instead of one.

Next week the legislature is scheduled to enter its 6th special session in two years. Eight sessions total, with no end in sight.

Why?

Because they want to spend more money than they have, so they refuse to decide what they will skip. Instead of trimming spending to meet income like all taxpayers must do in their homes or businesses, the legislature simply refuses to make a decision.

Incidentally, it costs money each time a legislator is in our Capitol at Olympia, so that just makes the problem a bit worse. Not to mention the fact that it rewards legislators for failing.

When we vote in November, here in Washington it would be good to remember that our legislators have taken eight sessions, and eight sessions worth of our money to do the work scheduled for two.

We should I think judge them on performance, not rhetoric.

The delights within my dungeon are a perfect compliment to the visual and audio delights of nature.

This time of year, when the sun is shining over the water I am inspired to life, inspired to play. There could be no better place.

I hope that you will come and enjoy it with me this spring!

My slave looks so delightfully feminine as she flits about the house. She's cooking, cleaning, doing all of the work traditionally thought of as belonging to a woman.

Her long blonde hair perfectly frames her well made up face and the delicateness of her body screams femininity no matter what dangles between her legs.

I've got her in towering high heels, so very high that she must move slowly, gracefully, and with care.

Her smoothly shaven legs are encased in thigh high black stockings, held in place with a beautiful lacy garter belt.

A matching panty hides the worthless little cock and balls she was born with, I know that those bits are severely constricted, bound under the panty to ensure a nice smooth front.

When she faces away from me I can see, outlined under the panties, the base of the butt plug that I always insist she wear for me.

She wears a skirt, black to match her underthings, alas, it covers nothing, I prefer her in a skirt too high to fully cover her smooth front and her shapely ass.

A white blouse covers her top; large breast forms under a pretty bra give her a truly wonderful shape.

Around her waist, a cincher, laced tight. Curves I've given her in spades.

I know that she will do a good job for me today, alas though, no one, not even she can be perfect. Later I will whip her, bruise her pretty little ass for every imperfection, no matter how slight.

"I want you to know that I like having you watch too." She continued. "Tonight though, I need a little change. Instead of you doing the watching while I do the fucking, I'm going to be the one watching. Mike said that you looked so good in your little maid's outfit last weekend that he wanted to fuck you!"

"Tonight, I'm just gonna watch, it'll be fun seeing what Mike can do to your cute little mouth and ass!" She declared.

I can't wait to get back into my dungeon, to have delightful boys kneeling at my feet. Perhaps a delightful girl or two as well. Will you come play with me? Welcome me back to the mainland?

"Certainly, it's no problem. He would look a lot better." The doctor answered.

Thick leather straps held me immobilized on the gynecologist's table. My feet were in the table's stirrups, my knees were bent, and my legs were held widely open. As Mistress and the doctor continued softly chatting my mind wandered back to the incident that brought me to this place, this punishment.

Mistress was a firm believer in regulating the male orgasm and kept my pathetic little cock locked away most of the time. She let it out of its plastic cage once a week for cleaning, and once every couple of months she would let me play with it and cum, as I knelt at her feet and she heaped mockeries upon my masculinity.

I knew that Mistress was right to keep my stupid little cock locked up, knew that she did it for my own good and to make me a better servant to her. I also knew that the feminine was the supreme gender and delighted in her feminization of me, her stripping away of my masculinity.

These things I knew and understood. Intellectually. Unfortunately, my intellect was not always able to overcome my drives, my lusts, and my desires.

Not long ago, on a Saturday morning Mistress left the house and I did not expect her to return for some hours. While she was away my lusts overcame my better judgment and instead of continuing to do my chores I fetched the panty she had worn the day before from the hamper and began inhaling its scent with my nose and tasting its flavor with the tip of my tongue. This of course did nothing but further fire my desire.

Soon, without even thinking about it I was nude, doing my best to make love to her panty through the thick plastic cage that covered my cock. I don't know what happened to me but I was overcome with need. I pulled that cage away from my body, forced my cock out of it. I knew that with enough time I could get my cock back inside, and I thought that I had that time. I violated Mistresses most fundamental rule. I masturbated without her permission and out from under her supervision.

I was almost ready to explode when Mistress walked into the bedroom. She had come back hours early and without my knowledge. She saw everything.

Her anger was beyond my imagining. I was told that our relationship was over, that she would have me no more. I was to leave the very next day and remain apart from her forever.

I begged to be allowed to stay. I pleaded with her. I promised Mistress that I would do anything if only I could remain at her side.

That is what brought me to this place, to her gynecologist and fellow female supremacist. My balls are to be removed so that Mistress may be assured that I will never again be able to orgasm without her permission. By removing my balls she will know that I am incapable of ever violating her rule again. It is what she insisted upon if I were to be permitted to stay in service to her.

It seems from Mistress's conversation with the doctor that my useless little cock is to be removed as well. I fear the loss, but must agree, I'll look truly delightful in panties once it is gone. I don't know how I'll live after the loss of the only things that marked me male but I know that Mistress is doing this for my own good so I am at peace.

Painfully High Heels. Too high for him to wear or walk in comfortably, so that they serve as a very subtle form of bondage.

Chastity Device. So that he can learn that male orgasm is a privilege.

Butt Plug. So that he can experience penetration.

Effective Blindfold. So that he cannot know what is being placed into his mouth until after it crosses his lips.

Collar and Leash. So that he can be led, like any lower form of life.

"I understand that you have always known the men your wife cuckolded you with, at least until the latest one." He said.

I sat in shocked silence. My wife Elizabeth and I kept our erotic activities private. I wondered how on earth he could know about her cuckolding of me, how he could know that things had changed with her current lover. As I sat looking at him my humiliation and fear grew as I wondered about what other details of my secret life he knew.

After studying me for what seemed to be a very long time he smiled. "Relax." He said. "I've known all about you, and your submission to Elizabeth for a long time. I'm good with it."

"How?" I asked. "We always keep things secret."

"Well that's easy." He declared with a widening grin. "I'm the man your wife hooked up with last year about this time. She came on to me at Dick and Joana's New Year's party last year and I've been fucking her ever since. In fact, last year while you and I watched the Super Bowl my cock was coated with juices from her sweet little twat. I quickly banged her right where you are sitting now while you ran out for more beer."

"I had no idea." I stammered in reply.

"I'm telling you all this because your life's going to change. A lot. Following today's game." He said.

I could only sit and listen. Embarrassment, and fear over an unknown future overwhelming me.

"We've decided, your wife and I, that we don't want to be apart any longer. Fucking her on Wednesday and Saturday nights, with the occasional romantic weekend getaway has been great but it's just not enough anymore. I want her in my bed every night, want to feel, and use, that delightful little body whenever I desire. You already sleep in your own bedroom downstairs, so it'll be easy for me to just move into the master bedroom with her. You and I will start moving my stuff over from my place next weekend, in the meantime I've got a couple suitcases packed and out in the truck of my car." He declared.

Having no idea what to say to him in response to this shocking news I just nodded my head.

"I want you to know that you played a huge part in my decision." He said. "Elizabeth always told me how excited you were when she got home from one of our dates. About how she would tease you with her panties, how you would beg her to take them off so that you could lovingly lick my cum out of them, and later out of her. Last month remember, I sent her home after fucking her up the ass for the first time. Well, when she told me how excited you got hearing that she had taken it in the backdoor, when she told me how energetically you licked and slid your tongue into her asshole to eat the cum I left in there I couldn't help but think that the three of us should spend our lives together. I reasoned that any husband, cuckold, so excited by his wife's affairs that he would dive right into her asshole to eat another man's cum out of it must be the world's most delightful slave."

Hearing his words I was overcome with shame. My body seemed to give out, my muscles collapsed and I slumped into what felt like a defeated little ball.

"Listen. I know you have spent many years in service to your wife Elizabeth, and you will continue to obey her in all things, but you are no longer ruled by a Mistress. Understand that from now on your submission is to me, that I am your Master. Do you grasp this?" He asked.

I weakly nodded my assent.

"Good. Now Elizabeth tells me that there isn't a bisexual bone in your body, but you know that I am, and to be honest I've always found you attractive. You may not be bisexual now but from now on you're going to be my little faggot so you might just as well get used to it. When Elizabeth isn't around, or even just when I need a little variety I'm going to fuck you. With a little practice I'll turn you into a world-class cocksucker and I'll rape your ass till you scream. As for Elizabeth, things are going to change. From now on her body is too sacred for you to touch. You won't be licking my cum out of her cunt, there will be no more licking of her ass, no more masturbating while sucking her toes. You'll get to look at her, watch her, and enjoy serving us as we fuck, but you will not be touching her body in any erotic way. Ever. The closest you will come to her will be licking her juice from my cock after we fuck. What sex you get you'll get from me, on your knees." He stated.

These further revelations broke me down fully, brought tears to my eyes, and soft whimpers from my lips.

"Take my keys and go out to my car. In the backseat you will find a butt plug quite a bit larger than any Elizabeth has ever used inside of you, a frilly French Maid's outfit with matching high heels, and a hard leather strap. Get those things, and then run into your bedroom. Shove the plug up your ass, change into the new clothes, and then return here with the strap in your hands. I expect you to be plugged, changed, and back here within 15 minutes, not a second longer so hurry up." He said.

My shame and fear caused me to cry all the way to his car. Humiliated by his exposure of my life and terrorized by the future I was an emotional wreck. As I undressed though I noticed that my cock was hard. Hard as a rock. This discovery reminded me that I needed to be humiliated, that I thrived on fear, that I was indeed a natural born slave, prey to the predators who were stronger than me.

The plug was too large, it hurt as I pushed it inside, but fearful of missing the deadline I did so quickly. The outfit was as described, frilly, feminine, lingerie, not a working garment. I had been feminized many times, but never well owing to my masculine looks and muscular frame, so I knew that I looked absurd but I felt no concern over my looks for I knew that my new Master had picked this outfit specifically for his own enjoyment.

With time to spare I made my way to the living room. Master still sat in the same place on the sofa but he was naked now. My wife had joined him, nude as well she straddled his body, facing him, she was quickly moving, up and down, fucking him with a wild abandon.

At the sound of my entrance he looked towards me, and she turned her head to me. "Kneel down at my feet, lick them as I fuck your wife." He commanded.

I quickly moved to do his bidding. As I licked Master's feet, sucked his toes, my eyes moved upward to where he and my wife were joined. I licked as I watched her beautiful little ass move up and down, her cunt glistening, open, and filled with his massive cock. I knew that this was where I belonged, felt my cock grow hard again as I thought about feeling that beautiful cock in my mouth, feeling Master's strap crash into my ass.

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.

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.

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!