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Kicked in the Face by a 22 Year Old Girl
From Femdomme News

Had a great conversation with an amazing 22 year old girl yesterday. I was asking her about self defense and what she would do if she got an attacker to the ground, and she said ``I would stomp on his groin to incapacitate him, and then start kicking the shit out of his face''. I immediately got a hard on and kept asking questions like: `` would you kick him until he was unconscious or dead''?

She was amazing and I was not as coy as I thought as she immediately started asking me why I was asking such questions and did I want her to kick me etc.

I told her she could feel free to kick me the same way she would kick the rapist. She responded: `` I'll kick you as hard as you want and I will kick the living shit out of your face, but you have to sign an injury waiver''. She had on clear plastic high heel shoes with her red toenails sticking out. She was gungho saying she always wanted to know what it felt like to kick a guy to death and/or kick him unconscious. I could not believe it as she was real hot and got real serious when she was describing what she would do to the guy.

To make a long story short we went back to my house and she sat in a chair and had me sit on the floor with my head against the wall and she just started blasting my face with her feet. After about 10 minutes my head was spinning and I thought it was over when she said: ``ok, before I really kick your teeth in, lets sign a waiver or something''. I kinda freaked out because she had really kicked the shit out of me already and yet, she felt she hadn't really even started yet!!!

When I declined she called me a pussy and faggot and kinda got mad because she really thought she was going to kick the living shit out of me. We came to an understanding when I offered to suck on her toes. She enthusiastically agreed and bent over the back of the chair and told me to suck on her toes. She wanted to peer on my face but I said no way.

My face is still sore from her kicking.

What modern women want: a beta male

By Kate Mulvey (The Sunday Times)
Tue Oct 7th, 2010

Men are surrendering in the sex war, taking on the supporting role

Last week I went to dinner with an eligible doctor. As we were finishing the main course, I struck up conversation with the owner (Marco) in Italian – I speak five languages. My date nearly choked on his linguini and spent the rest of the date mute. I had committed the worst dating faux pas: I had outshone my suitor.

Yet it would seem I am not the only woman who is wondering whether it is time to hang up her brain and turn into a Stepford Datee. In America research shows successful young women are hiding their accomplishments for fear that their academic achievements and financial kudos will scare off potential suitors.

And it is no different here. Researchers from Aberdeen, Bristol, Edinburgh and Glasgow universities discovered that high-IQ women saw marriage prospects fall dramatically, but men with high IQs had little trouble finding a mate. They found that for each 16-point rise in a woman's IQ, her marriage prospects declined by 40%, but the man's chances of marriage increased by 35% with each rise.

The widespread view is that accomplished women are at a disadvantage in the marriage market because men start out by saying they want a strong, powerful woman and then end up running off with the secretary. I should know. A few years ago my Swiss banker found my conversation too arty and cast his attentions on a lovely Spanish girl who worked in his office.

Should women pander to male insecurities? Self-help guides exhort us to flatter the male ego; don't talk too much and let him make all the jokes if you want him to like you. Well I would rather skewer my eyes out than change my personality.

So what is the answer? Someone has to surrender in the sex war. Should women soften their image if they want to marry an alpha? Since the beginning of time anthropologists have told us women are programmed to seek a mate who can provide for her.

We all witnessed the implosion of the 1980s power couple. As women flexed their shoulder pads all you got were stressed couples who were battling for the same role and trying to find a slot in their diaries for dinner.

But now there is a third way. The second-generation feminists – that is, women in their twenties and thirties – have found a new way to solve the alpha-beta paradox. The 21st century sisters have a terrifyingly clear agenda when it comes to finding a mate. They map out their life plans early: rise to the top of their chosen career, get the smart house, the cute kids and curl up in bed with a loving beta male. The alpha girl doesn't need Mr Alpha to sweep her off her feet and buy her a condo in town; she has enough money to do that herself. She is successful, confident and she wants a caring man who can pick up some of the domestic slack.

Penelope, 34, a high-earning public relations executive, is married to an actor. They are both comfortable acknowledging that the wife is the chief breadwinner. So it makes sense that it is her career that gets fast-tracked. "John is really irreverent and playful and after I have had people kowtowing to me all day, it is nice to be brought down to earth with a joke."

Does he mind playing the supporting role? "I love it that my wife is this go-getting career woman. I have never been into status anyway, so I don't feel emasculated by the fact that she earns way more money than me."

To better understand this role reversal, we have to look at the key social changes in the past 30 years. Since 1975 the number of women entering the workforce has increased by a third and in 2005 one-third of all managers were women. Women are better educated – there are more women with advanced degrees than before – and there are now more female trainee lawyers and doctors than male ones.

This creates a shift in the way women view marriage. With their increased earning power, women are less hung up on the Jane Austen model of finding a providing husband. "Women can choose a man who has charm and looks, instead of going for the grumpy, ugly alpha just because he is solvent," says Penelope. So is this a liberating thing?

For young women this shift in economic power has given them new choices. But what about the men? While it is true that many older men seem stuck with the "man as success object, woman as sex object" idea and would never contemplate marrying a ball-breaking alpha earner, men in their twenties and thirties seem to be redefining masculinity.

Having grown up with successful women such as Margaret Thatcher and Madonna as role models, and with popular culture awash with fantasies of all-powerful women, from Lara Croft to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, men are not so uncomfortable with the woman in control. This value system does recognize the trend of female supremacy, which while not as yet the norm seems to be pointing the way for future relationships.

tonight's recipe: femdom ala fishpaste

the task at hand: how to lure and catch a fish the victim: fishpaste (me) the Provocateur: Mistress ElizaDivine the technique: troll with bait that cannot be resisted or refused. the bait: the future promise of becoming an actual beatdown training model for "superior, physically able and fit Mistresses". the final result: poached fishpaste with almondine sauce and white wine. the door to open communication with this amazing, intuitive and seductive woman: priceless !!!

the dangers of subby fever

submissive fever is a state of mind that many new unseasoned subs experience during a submission. it is most commonly associated with new submissives. however, it can also come about when more experienced submissives end a relationship or even during an intense bonding. during a phase of submissive fever, you may feel a desperate need to have your desires fulfilled. many of the activities in BDSM can be considered addictive and the fever is much like a withdrawal stage. similar to what one would consider from a drug induced state.

for me this fever has been heart wrenching and ongoing. it has consumed most of my adult life even when i couldn’t specifically label it or physically wrap my hands around it. it possibly caused confusion and frustration and perhaps outbursts. i knew there was a need prevalent, but its identity was blurring and fuzzy in my unconsciousness. when i found out about submission and BDSM there was a moment where that need was identified and named. i would have to say that it was at that particular moment when i began the downward spiral into my fevered state.

oh how i wanted it, desired it and needed it. i had to have it and anything i could do to experience fulfillment of that primitive longing had to done. dangerously, this leads to lack of common sense and rational thought, desperation and risky behavior. it is quite common that first experiences done in this frenzy can have a negative or damaging effect on the novice submissive. judgment is blurred, and common sense is tossed aside and the Dominant you are in contact with could seem almost too wonderful. at first it appears they can do no wrong, but sub fever places blinders over ones eyes and muddies the truth of the experience.
my excursion into the world of BDSM led me first to contact Mistresses or Dommes through the phone or via “Talk Sugar” and “Nite Flirt”. So desperate was i to have my submission validated that i would do and give practically anything monetarily to subside and quench the hunger. i soon found that there were Mistresses whose only intent was to drain me financially and of course “Nite Flirt” would stand to gain from my demise. i did this foolishly until a good friend and straight talking Dominatrix told and admonished me to go out and meet a real Dominatrix and experience the feeling of a true submission. i finally woke up to what She was saying and experienced my first initial session with a Domme whom i thought had my best interests at heart and was truly interested in me as a submissive. however, my first session while intense led to other subsequent sessions which were not so tame or friendly. each time i met with Her She would ramp up the pain and intensity. Her favorite seemed to be beatings with paddles, crops, quirts and canes. My last session with Her was quite bloody and much too intense and She did not seem in control as she beat the “holy shit” out of me. She demanded more tribute and took to walloping my backsides up and down with Her favorite cane. i was seriously bruised and bloodied, but could not register complaints as i was bound quite tightly and gagged. upon closer inspection i noticed She had taken out gouges of my backsides flesh. needless to say even after Her heartless explanation, i stopped going to see Her. Her tirades and demands for more money left a bitter taste in my mouth and on my rear end. but, the fever continued to fester and grow. i had to feed it. but how now could i do it?
my point is that the fever never subsides. at least from my experience. it should be monitored and watched cautiously submissive fever can lead to tremendous lapses in judgement and cause submissives to want to overly please their Dommes. this is indeed a dangerous situation and can lead to terrible safety issues. the submissive must learn to verbalize respectfully what his needs are to the Dominant. in particular, insist on safe words before intense play and ask to see the toys and implements which will be used prior to a session. a good Domme will respect those needs and questions. it has been my brief experience that there are good Dommes with adequate training and bad Dommes with insufficient training who are interested in only satisfying their “bloodlust” for pain and torture. a submissive has the right to expect that a Domme is trained with CPR and First Aid and that a certain amount of aftercare is issued upon the completion of a scene.

a submissive may need and want to have their desires met with such fervor that they make the wrong decisions, but hopefully these will not be overshadowed by what is termed safe and what is not. a fever is a natural response to the needs the submissive is discovering. allowing it to take over your other primary goals in life however is dangerous and should be monitored. it is vitally important to establish bdsm friendships in the lifestyle and talk to them when you are feeling an intense surge of desire. while not always possible, try to keep ones demons in check and don’t allow them to carry you away in an ambulance or worse to the morgue. play fun, but be informed and always play safe in bdsm.

jumprope bondage ... a sign of changing times

it is interesting to note that the first triggers for male submission are implanted in elementary or middle school in the sandbox, by the swing set or on the playground. i myself remember being frequently bullied beaten up and tied to the fence by girls who even at that age were beginning to flex their girl power muscles on boys who seemed easy targets. i know, for i was one of them. the confusion and humiliation i felt at being overpowered and beaten by female classmates contributed to my overall feelings of male degradation and inadequacy. there were many times i would come home from school with bruises, rope burns, blackened eyes in a pulverized, disheveled state. my parents were aghast and thought i was being beaten up by the larger bully boys in our neighborhood. i did not have the heart to tell them that i was being pushed around and thoroughly emasculated by a gang of girls who enjoyed beating the snot out of me. for the most part, i suffered in silence afraid to tell anyone and be further taunted and humiliated by my inability to sufficiently defend myself. i did not fully realize the powerful, dominating, controlling hold these pre-female power exchanges and play scenarios would have on my psyche. they haunted me for years, and set in motion, deep seated needs to be controlled and dominated by stronger physically capable women.

with this in mind, is this Hillshirefarm's commercial not a sign of changing attitudes in regard to female domination and female superiority as well?



here is my own personal interpretation 13 to 15 years later. ;)

a key, bolted door, and bloody glass shards

i was watching this movie on Hulu the other night, and it got me to thinking. The Night Porter while certainly a movie ahead of itself at the time for the 1970s, seeks to explore the apparent yet confused relationship between Domme and sub. certainly, it again shows the lack of understanding today's media has in terms of portraying and defining the affection and tenderness which can be the driving force behind these lifestyle choices. for the most part, society is presented imagery which in and of itself is subjective and relies on outdated antiquated notions and stereotypes of what drives a bdsm relationship. in regard to this, things are just much too real. The fire and the passion is too hot. the characters involved are going to explode, incinerate, be blown to bits, lock one another way, engage in a beheading, or summarily destroy one another, going down in flames to their apparent obvious doom and deserving judgement. Most bdsm couples are portrayed as weird, kinky individuals who are on the edge of being serious psychotics or psychopaths with serious mental disorders.

that being said, where is the true representation of what bdsm is in a pure light? why can't W/we see a movie where the characters beat the crap out of each other, get dressed, embrace one another, and then sit down or go out for an enjoyable meal? why can't the film industry make that type of movie?

my Mistress told me in a recent discussion "that W/we are all perverts in some way or another". i agree with that assertion, but it pains me to see that the bdsm lifestyle still continues to be portrayed as a "sicko culture" with serious intimacy issues.

i enjoyed this scene with Charlotte Rambling from the Night Porter. it was remarkably real, and truthful to some of the ways W/we feel as people of the lovely bruise. while she acts confused as to what is happening. her emergence as a Domme is intimate and affectionate as she attempts to communicate Her needs to Her male submissive. the two show raw chemistry and intense passionate understanding as they come to grips with who they have become.

a disturbing dream ...

"A Beautiful Bruise" a vignette of intimacy and fetish

a beautiful story of pain, chemistry and intimacy between a Mistress and Her submissive. enjoy. Beautiful Bruise by Angela St.Lawrence from Blistered Lips “Would you like to come out of your cage for a while, pet?” Hearing his Mistress’s voice at the top of the stairs, Matthew’s cock began to twitch. With each steady, slow click of her heels as she descended the steps, it grew and the restraining ring around his balls tightened, causing the attached butt plug to automatically begin vibrating. Hurriedly, he dropped off the cot and onto his knees, pressing his face to the floor of the cage in supplication, as he’d been trained. “Heel.” Keeping his eyelids lowered, he unbent from the waist to an upright position, bringing his arms down to his sides. Eyes focused on her black leather boots and remaining still despite the rippling sensation of the butt plug, Matthew listened to the key rattling in the lock of his cage. “Well…” “Yes, Mistress Diana, I would like to come out of my cage.” “You do know I am going to beat you, Matthew,” she said, swinging the cage door open. If it weren’t for the constraining ring, he would have lost control, orgasming without permission, just hearing those words from her lips. *** Matthew is again lying in his cot, Mistress Diana sitting beside him. She tenderly runs her fingertips over the welts along his neck and shoulder. Though he tries his best to suppress his tears, they escape, sliding down the sides of his face. “We will have to put some Betadine on these and the ones on your backside later,” she tells him. “I was rather rambunctious with my whip tonight.” Although his body is aching and tender, he answers her respectfully, “Yes, Mistress, if it is your wish.” Reaching to undo his restraining ring, she continues, “Once you’ve healed, I have a delightful new metal and barbed wire baton we are going to try out.” He shudders–both at the thought of future torture and the sudden grasp of her hand around his cock. She begins slowly stroking him. “Would you like to orgasm for Mistress, Matthew?” “Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress, permit me to serve you with my orgasm.” The rhythm of the stroking becomes more urgent, and Matthew feels his orgasm building. Now he is sobbing. The pain, her touch, his need, it is all too much. He feels her breath at his ear, her hair on his chest, can smell the sweetness of her shampoo. She whispers, “Then tell me who you are, Matthew. Tell me who you are, and I will let you orgasm.” “I am your beautiful bruise.”

a violent soccer Girl's beatdown

Soccer Girl Judgment

She watched him trying to run away on the muddy field and laughed. It had rained last night and he was slipping and sliding the whole way.
"Ready or not, here I come," she taunted, laughing.
Her cleats tore into the muddy field as she sprinted after him. Being in great physical shape, she easily caught up to him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pulled him backwards and threw him down onto and especially muddy part of the field. He lay on his back staring up at her, trying to slide away from her. She planted her muddy cleat on his throat to keep him from moving away.
"You never finished cleaning my shoes. Look how muddy they are." She held her cleat over his face to show him.
"S-Sorry," he stammered.
"Promise me you'll never try and run away like that again."
"I p-promise," he blurted out, doing everything he could to please her.
"I don't believe you." She replied, and twisted her cleats into his throat.
He coughed from the pressure on his neck, and by now the other two girls who were casually walking over arrived.
"You should know better than to run away, Adriana is the fastest girl on the team" the brunette girl, whose name was Elizabeth, told him.
"Stick out your tongue" commanded Adriana.
"Please, don't make me---"
Adriana kicked his legs apart and stepped on his crotch. She ground his balls into the field with her cleats, twisting her foot back and forth without mercy. Elizabeth stepped over him and stood on his left arm, one foot on his hand, and the other on his bicep. Jennifer stood with one foot on his right forearm and the other foot on his chest. He was pinned down in a crucifix position by three evil girls armed with metal tipped soccer cleats. Adriana stepped onto his chest and began trampling him with her cleats. She could feel the extra long studs slipping between his ribs. He let out an agonizing cry. Adriana took the opportunity to shove her cleat in his mouth.
"Clean it" she said sternly.
She pumped her cleat in and out of his mouth, stretching his mouth open further than he thought possible. Her studs chipped one of his teeth.
"Are you ready to stick your tongue out?" She asked with mock curiosity.
He stuck his tongue out.
"Further." She kicked him in between the legs.
He stuck his tongue out further, his eyes getting wide with terror as she lowered her muddy cleat towards him and began roughly wiping it on his face.
"Don't make me do all the work, start licking!" said Adriana, kicking him in the chin.
She held her foot stationary on his face and he started to lick, trying to avoid another kick. The gritty taste filled his mouth, and he could taste the dirt, but he was surprised that the blades of grass didn't taste that bad. He could feel the cold, hard studs digging into his face, and it made him lick faster in hopes of ending this torture sooner. When he had finished, she forced him to do the same for her other shoe. It took him at least 30 minutes to clean both shoes to her satisfaction.
Finally, Adriana was satisfied. It was time for her victim to say goodnight. She stomped on his face hard, and his nose broke. She forced him to sit up, and tore his pants off. She stepped on his balls with the toe of her cleats, and ground them into the field. He screamed and begged for mercy, so she kicked him back down and shoved her cleat into his mouth. Then she stomped on his mouth, tearing his lips and chipping his teeth. She stomped over and over.
She ripped his shirt off, which was now covered in muddy shoe prints, and rolled him onto his stomach. She trampled him and jumped, twisted, and ground her cleats into his back. He had cleat marks all over his body, and spots of blood where she had twisted and scraped the skin off. He was screaming and writing in the muddy field, but the 2 girls standing on his arms prevented him from escaping. One of the girls shifted her stance and now her studs were digging into the crook of his elbow. The other was standing with the studs on the heel of her cleats drilling into his forearms.
She rolled him over onto his back again and trampled his chest, ribs, stomach. Eventually, Adriana stepped back, and motioned for the other girls to step off him. He moaned and got onto his hands and knees. As soon as he did this, Adriana stepped forward and kicked him full force in the face, her shin making direct contact with his mouth. She felt nothing, as she was still wearing her shin guards, but his head snapped back and the force of the kick threw him onto his back, unconscious. When the three girls walked away, all that was left was a mud hole with hundreds of cleat marks decorating it and the grass around it. There was the crumpled form of a human being in the center, but being covered in mud and stomped almost flat with the field, he was barely distinguishable.

a creative anime soccer Girl applying the finishing touches to Her ball

this is a drawing and an experiment with anime. i'm always open to different styles and like to apply them to the drawings i'm working on. .i must admit that i also have a fetish for women in cleats. there is something about the raw power of being trampled, or for that matter clawed by these turf devouring implements. i can't pass up the women's fitness shoe section without gazing at these monsters. i love to watch soccer girls kick the balls so hard that their cleats scratch and scuff the leather surface of the ball. the pure power in those kicks is terrifying and at the same time euphoric. *oh raises hand* make me the ball. ;)

just in case You haven't been listening or watching...

wow! is this empowering or what?

anything You can do ... i can do better. or, Women are better equipped to face the challenges of today's world

a fetish fulfilled ... or *gulp* an epic error ...

80s girls dance party turns violent beatdown - enjoy ;)

a pounding gif

i absolutely love japanese femdom artist Egg and the way he portrays his female characters. so confident in control and ready to kick male ass at the drop of a glove. to face or be defaced by Her would be the ultimate EVERLASTing beatdown. ~sushichum~

a boxing glove tease from my Mistress

She just loves to wallop my nose until it is big, fat, red and puffy. :) ~sushichum~

a second plea for Y/your help and support

i wanted to inform E/everyone who reads this board of a new and exciting documentary film and media project my Mistress, MsElizaDivine is directing and producing. She intends for it to be a documentary series which explores the rationale, facts, emotions and feelings of O/our lifestyle and that of the BDSM community. Her main goal is to educate those who have fears and misconceptions about the lifestyle and who W/we are as a community. She is in need of O/our help and support as a community. it is overall  quite an ambitious project currently in it's beginning or fledgling stage. please take time and visit this website and watch the trailer for the first part of the series. here is the link:http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1526848772/bdsm-documentary-series-the-first-episode?ref=live
i also know She would appreciate hearing from any of Y/you in regard to suggestions or comments for the series or extending the hand of friendship. time is of the essence now and the clock is ticking. She has done all the ground work for the series, but essentially seeks those who would back and support Her. She is looking at 16 more days to secure the support She needs to produce this informative documentary. please check it out.W/we are running out of time. ~sushichum~

BDSM education and relevance for a vanilla world

BDSM � Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/submission and sado/masochism - has long
been associated with acts of evil, torture, murder � our greatest fears and most
horrific crimes. But these are also the behaviors that define our oldest
histories, our most fulfilling fantasies and our every worldly relationship:
with our lovers, our families, friends and partners, with our world, our gods
and ourselves.

S&M has become more widely accepted in mainstream media � with its activities
appearing in movies, music videos and even promotional advertisements � but
people who participate openly and consensually in their everyday lives face the
risk of persecution from their communities, their employers, and the court of
civil law.

This project is meant as the first complete round-table discussion, an in-depth
education on the subject from all points-of-view, and an attempt to reach an
understanding that will stop the harassment of voluntary participants. We at
Divisions Media are grateful to live in a country where it is no longer
acceptable to take away someone's job or someone's child if they are found to be
gay or lesbian � it is our hope that one day the same protection will be
extended to Dominants, submissives, Masters and slaves, masochists and sadists,
and anyone who chooses to participate in a kinky or alternative lifestyle.

If you would like to help fund the journey or see our trailer, please visit the
kickstarter page:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1526848772/bdsm-documentary-series-the-first\
-episode?ref=live

Remember, every dollar helps. And if you are unable to donate even a dollar,
you can spread the word via facebook, twitter, or other social networking sites.
The goal of $5000 must be reached in fifty days or we will receive none of the
money already pledged. MsElizaDivine