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some things Y/you should know about me
- sushichum
- atl, GA
- this blog is about me and my expressions and acceptance of being a male submissive within a female dominated world. i accept the rule of female dominance and supremacy and realize that it is only a matter of time when this shall be the cultural norm within O/our society. in this blog one will find examples of my art, my writings, jottings, videos, observations and stories which chronicle and revolve around my life and fetishes. throughout this blog i hope to honor the creativity, superior intelligence, strength and physical vitality of women, while at the same time point out the insecurities, shortcomings and frailties of males. as such, this blog has a decidedly Femdomme slant.
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Showing posts with label femdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label femdom. Show all posts
9/12/2013
and this is how it begins ... :)
8/15/2012
the right cross ... "Like you have a choice."
i was driving my Mistress the other day back to Her lair. unbeknownst to me She had taken one of my bandannas and wrapped Her fist tightly. then abruptly and without provocation She launched two lightning quick jabs and a powerful right cross and smacked me hard in the face. it stunned me and i lurched and swerved a bit outside of my driving lane.
"why did Y/you do that for Mistress?" i queried rubbing my reddened cheek.
my Mistress had a playful glint in Her eyes. "Because I want to ... and I can." i looked at Her questioningly and said< "i'm not sure if i like that while i'm driving."
narrowing Her eyes She stared at me, laughed and said< "oh yeah, like you have a choice?" for the first time, i realized what those words truly signified for me. i shuddered. She was right, i didn't have a choice. more and more, i was being absorbed and used ... a plaything for Her sadistic pursuits, delights and pleasures. and yet, i have never felt more of a purpose in my life, than i do so now.
"Now shut-up and drive". i watched as She stretched and yawned. I'm going to catch a little bit of sleep before W/we arrive home. Drive safe pet, or i'll beat your ass."
"why did Y/you do that for Mistress?" i queried rubbing my reddened cheek.
my Mistress had a playful glint in Her eyes. "Because I want to ... and I can." i looked at Her questioningly and said< "i'm not sure if i like that while i'm driving."
narrowing Her eyes She stared at me, laughed and said< "oh yeah, like you have a choice?" for the first time, i realized what those words truly signified for me. i shuddered. She was right, i didn't have a choice. more and more, i was being absorbed and used ... a plaything for Her sadistic pursuits, delights and pleasures. and yet, i have never felt more of a purpose in my life, than i do so now.
"Now shut-up and drive". i watched as She stretched and yawned. I'm going to catch a little bit of sleep before W/we arrive home. Drive safe pet, or i'll beat your ass."
Labels:
beatdown toy,
bitchboy,
femdom,
fists,
Her bitch,
hit,
jab,
lethal,
punch,
right cross
6/28/2012
kickboxing beatdown
omGoddess! i wish someone would just beat the EVERLASTing @#$%* out of me.
any takers? ;)
Labels:
ball busting,
beatdown,
boxing,
femdom,
human kicking bag,
kickboxing,
kicking,
male punching bag,
muay thai,
total power exchange
6/24/2012
Renaissance Fair

*( my profound apologies to Della Calfee, the artist, for not crediting Her with these wonderful, descriptive pics, "Men as Table")*
i went to the Renaissance Fair today. as usual, it was a thoroughly interesting and enriching experience for me. since serving my own Mistress, i am now more tuned in and aware of O/others who observe and keep the lifestyle. from all perspectives, the Ren Faire is a place in which all people can celebrate their diversity ... no matter in what form it may manifest itself.
today i saw two examples of male submissives honoring and serving their Mistresses in the main courtyard. it was quite obvious with both these lifestyle couples. the heat outside here today was close to 100. as such, i was intrigued as i watched a dutiful male slave extend an umbrella over the head of his Mistress while She strolled around the compound. it was obvious that he was following Her commands and directions, as when She snapped Her fingers he knew exactly what to do. She grew tired of carrying Her purse and it was picked up on immediately. the male slave with eyes downcast. quickly retrieved Her bag and placed it on His shoulder and walked behind Her respectfully. this entire scene took place without one utterance of a verbal command. the two worked together in tandem. it was amazing to watch.
another scene that i witnessed was not as subtle. i watched a magician's performance, but what caught my eye was not his slight of hand, but how three particular people interacted and behaved during the show. two men and an attractive young woman came late to the performance and regretfully there were no seats available. the young woman dressed in black fetish attire and platform boots strode purposefully to the front of the stage and then stopped. She placed Her hands on her hips and with legs apart pointed to the ground with a well groomed manicured hand. without hesitation the two men came hurriedly up the aisle to the seats in the front of the stage. both men with eyes lowered kneeled on all fours in front of their Mistress. satisfied, She sat down on the back of the larger of the men and then put Her feet on the back of the other one and proceeded to watch the show. my heart started pounding so hard upon witnessing this open D/s display.suddenly, overt submissive feelings seemed to take over my emotions. i had a lump in my throat and what seemed to be a hole in my being. how i longed to at that moment to serve and honor my Mistress. yet, these past two weeks i have been on vacation and unable to serve Her due to the distance between U/us. i do so miss Her, as i post this.
6/08/2012
4/22/2012
Brutal Face Busting in the FemDomme degree
Labels:
beatdown,
beaten up,
black and blue,
bloody,
demeaning,
dominant Female,
female domination,
femdom,
fists,
glove work,
marks,
martial arts,
muscle,
pain,
submission
Her Sneaker's Marks
Her Sneaker's Marks
head smushed by the footboard
laced, locked and loaded sneaks
i feel Her treads move in tandem
devouring bites out of each cheek
plowing the upper layers of my face
leaving sweet bloody trails
in their wake.
pumping, digging, poking and gouging...
the skin of my face is Her
fallow ground for each jagged crevice and zigzag cross cut whichchews up my young looking complexion and leaves a trampled, stamped pattern
of shapes...stars, polygons, and circular indentations.
She presses in harder
the blackness of Her treads disappear and resurface again
buried in the deep marshmallow of my "chubby cheeks."
the smell of hard, new rubber intoxicates
i sink into an abyss of petrified submission cradled in a paralyzed state.
skin stretched and rubbed raw... serrated, bruised and bleeding.
each identifying scuff, abrasion, scrape and mark plummets deep past my reticent vanilla self...
and brands me as

Her chattel ...
Her vassal ...
Her claimed...
content and at peace
under Her sneaks
- by pescado
Labels:
abrasions,
bleed,
bruising,
cuts,
feet,
female domination,
femdom,
grinding,
marks,
rubber soles,
sneakers,
sweet bloody trails,
trample,
treads
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