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!

Eventually she says that magic word. She says YES!

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

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

She decides that she prefers you sex-less.

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

Do you rejoice? Do you cry?

Are you glad you received that which you wished for?

Ron Paul for President

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps it will be you...

I look forward to hearing from you...

Now.

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

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

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

I eagerly waited with the most intense feeling of anticipation.

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

Mrs. Clause is nowhere to be seen, so he strips out of his traditional outfit, sets the clothes gently aside to be put away the next day and climbs into bed nude, ready for the bliss that comes only with sleep.

Normally, before falling to sleep Santa Clause thinks about sex and his mind plays host to visions of beautiful women, one after the other. He knows that he is overly focused on sex, but that is a side effect of the chastity device he wears. Mrs. Clause cut him off from sex more years ago than he cares to remember, and since that time she has limited him to a single orgasm every six weeks. Even those orgasms are less than satisfying though, for she insists that he have them only in the most humiliating of ways. He thinks about all of these things every night, but not tonight. Tonight he is too tired to even think.

He pulls the covers up over his chest and relaxes. Just as he is about to nod off Mrs. Clause enters the room. She is nude, her body glistening, wet somehow. She walks over to the bed, climbs upon it.

"Just one little job left to do before you go to sleep." She whispers as she moves her body over him, placing her wet and open cunt inches from his face.

"I need you to lick all of this cum from my body, starting with my cunt." She says, sitting down, the lips of her cleft meeting those of his mouth.

"I fucked all your elves tonight. Funny how such little creatures have such huge cocks! I thought I'd have to scream when they decided to triple penetrate me." She said with a chuckle.

Santa licked, grateful to have the privilege of being served Mrs. Clause's cream pie. Sleep he knew could wait.

All you sissys, maybe for you Santa won't only come down your chimney; maybe he'll cum down your throat too!

All you sluts, maybe Santa will bring wonderful toys with which to fill your asses, your cunts!

And all of you boys in chastity, let's hope that Santa helps the wonderful women in your lives to forget all about letting you out, forget till spring at least!

Merry Christmas to you all, I hope that it is a most spectacular holiday for everyone who regularly visits here!

"Go into the bathroom, replace the towels, then clean the toilet. Use your toothbrush inside the bowl, your tongue to clean the rim and the seat. Videotape it all for me." She continued.

"I'll be in the game room, shooting some pool. When you are done cleaning the bathroom, clean up yourself then come to me. You can lick my asshole while I finish my game, after that I think I'll sit on your face, see just how long I can enjoy that tongue massaging my ass." She said.

"Tomorrow morning, make me a copy of the cleaning video on CD. Next time you misbehave I'll send it to your mother anonymously." She concluded.

He thought that a guest post from him might be appropriate here.

Silly boy!

This dominatrix can't imagine herself kneeling before a man, taking his worthless little cock into her mouth, swallowing his slime.

She can imagine it for her sissy readers, but she quite sure that their Mistresses are perfectly capable of training their sissys in that particular skill.

Alas, maybe if he writes a book on causing pain to cocks, instead of pleasure, then maybe we could allow a guest post. In the meantime, it seems he is confused about just what proper uses should be allowed for slave cocks.