Repost - Teenage Girl Teaches 40 Year Old Man a Lesson

 Girl Teaches 40 Year Old Man a Lesson

a repost from Mistress Destiny Femdom Forums by Royals 22262 12/18/2004

This is a story that took place about 6 years ago where I totaly manipulated the events to get some foot fun out of it, and it worked. I had changed jobs which allowed for two things to happen. I was now able to have a day off in the middle of the week, and I met a guy Ron who was 5 years older than me, divorced and had 2 teenage daughters who lived with him. I found out Ron liked golf as much as I did, so I thought I'd introduce him to 2 of my other friends and we'd go play as a foursome on a Wednesday in May of that year. We went, everyone got along, though none of us played very well, but it was a good day.

 When we finish Ron tells us that one of his daughters is playing softball for her high school team just about 10 miles from where we were, do we wan't to go watch? We finished our 19 hole beers and headed over there. Lindsay, Ron's oldest daughter was 21, a very lanky 5'9 long haired blonde girl about 120 lbs with nice greenish eyes. She looked a lot like a young Meryl Streep. She was the clean-up hitter for her team, and she and her team had a very bad game. Lindsay went 0 for 5 in a bad 9-1 loss.

 My friend Andy is 5'8 black hair, glasses and 150 lbs soaking wet, not a great athletic specimen. You'd think the way he looks he'd learn to keep his mouth shut, before someone would kill him. He's a very sarcastic guy who happens to enjoy making fun of people. I tolerate him, but most people are easily annoyed with him.

 So, after this bad loss, instead of being nice and supportive, he goes after this girl Lindsay, who he just met and barely knows. He says that she shouldn't be a clean-up hitter, she's not strong enough, and in the field she throws like a girl, and with legs like that she should be able to run faster.

 Lindsay, already upset for having had a bad game is now really upset. Who is this twerp talking to? Andy thinks he's being funny and that his comments may be helpful to her. I see how angry she is and I see an opportunity here!

" Lindsay, are you gonna take that from this four eyed weasel? Kick his ass, show him how strong you are."

 She steps toward him and glares. Now if he had any common sense, he would have laughed this off, apologized to the girl, and maybe offered to buy her an ice cream as a peace offering, everything would have been cool.

 But nooooo! He says, 

"She can't kick my ass, if she took a swing she'd just miss, like everything else!" 

Bad move. It was quick, and smart. Lindsay faked a wide right hook punch that Andy tried to block, and then she lifted her big size 10 right rubber cleated foot and nailed him solid in his family jewels. He went down to his knees immediately. She then kicked him again in the chest with the toe of her hard cleat. He fell on his back like he was shot.

 Ron saw his daughter fully in control, so he let it continue without worry, as he wanted her to kick his ass too. She stood over him, and then started trampling him under both cleated feet one at a time. I now chimed in again, 

"make him kiss your feet and apologize to you."

 Lindsay gets a glow in her eye, and says something that I honestly did not expect, and deffinitely not in front of dad. 

"Great, I love having my feet kissed!"

 She first sits on his stomache and squeezes his 40 year old head between her 18 year old thighs. Sweat poors over his face as he turns red and groggy. 

"Don't pass out on me yet, there's more fun to be had."

 She arches her back, tosses her long blonde hair and leans back while extending her legs to the side of his head. She traps his head between her cleats and squeezes. He's now almost out. She lifts her right foot up and slips her shoe off. She reveals a very dirty and extremely sweaty white socked foot. Her foot was very long and narrow and from a distance it seemed to smell like warm smoked bacon with cheddar cheese and vinegar. He could only look at the sole of her sock above his face. She grabbed both his wrists and pulled, while now slowly decending the smelly socked foot to his face. He tried to turn his face, but her foot would follow it where it moved. She forced the foot all over his face, mashing the smell of it into his nose, over his lips, and wiggled her toes into his eyes and through his hair. 

She played and tormented him like a cat with a mouse. With the other foot she expertly kicked the ground with the heel of the cleat, able to remove that foot from it easily. She then placed both smelly socked feet in his face, and he was moaning and grunting under her smelly assault. When she tired of this, she released his now limp wrists, and pulled her right sock off her foot. 

She placed that bare foot next to his left ear. She then went to pull off her left sock. Though he was dazed, he did something interesting. He turned his head to study and look at the pretty bare right foot next to his face, wanting to see what this destructive limb looked like. It was pretty, long and narrow toes painted black with the second toe as long as the big toe but the other three toes much smaller but in proportion to each other. She seemed to notice him starring at her foot, she giggled and let him continue to look at it for a few minutes. 

"Do you think I have a pretty foot?"

 He starred but didn't say anything. She asked again but this time she kicked him in the face with it.

" Yes! I think it's pretty."

 "Well why don't you kiss it then?" 

"Listen, it's pretty, but it really smells bad, please don't make me smell them." 

"Oh, I think you need to smell them, so you know your place. Now be a good little boy and smell my stinking feet."

 She had pitty on him, and went very slow and she was being very gentle and feminine. She lightly carressed his face with her now bare left foot. She then told him to start kissing and that he better be gentle. I watched her black toenailed foot get kissed, licked and nibbled on, and really sucked on completely! I loved it, and Ron was cool with it too. He loved seeing his daughter take care of herself! I loved watching him DOMINATED FOR REAL under her feet.

see a need ... fill a need

there is nothing that i enjoy more than serving my Mistress. there is a certain pleasure that i derive from being able to take care of Her needs and cater to Her wants and desires. simple things like preparing Her favorite breakfast, or making sure that She has a full cup of water always at Her side, especially if She has been out socializing and perhaps imbibed in a little too much alcohol. i also enjoy doing Her laundry when permitted to do so, and lately i have been sewing and repairing Her clothes. my Mistress has an amazing, and gorgeous wardrobe, but because She is a student, on the go and a  model at times on the run, She has a tendency to be hard on Her apparel. i have now made it a point to watch for tell tale signs of wear and tear. this past week i repaired two of Her most beautiful appliqued dresses.

Her long, dazzling, blue, wrap around smock dress had two sizable holes under the arms and Her red applicqued halter dress was all tangled and the satin straps on one side had torn loose. i repaired both dresses by hand and made sure that they were clean and presentable for my Mistress.

my Mistress seemed pleased, and told me that i made Her life so much easier when i was around. i must admit, when my Mistress compliments my work, that i do have a tendency to blush and get a little flustered.  one particular time, W/we were driving back to Her lair in the mountains, when She complimented me three times, i became certfiably flumoxed and subsequently drove down the wrong roadway. She gasped, slapped me, called me a "dork",and  then promptly, boxed my ears,.

abruptly forcing me to pull over, She corrected the error of my mindless sense of direction by driving U/us there Herself. i guess i just am not used to being pummeled with Her compliments.  needless to say, it was a little embarassing and emasculating to be booted out of the driver's seat of one's own car, but, i do like it when She sees fit to let me know that what i do for Her makes Her life all that much simpler and eliminates stress and drama. thank you dear, Mistress. :)

my main point is this, be attentive to the needs of Your Mistress without Her having to ask. surprise Her, and You maybe surprised with what happens afterwards. i'm still nursing a sore throat from an impromptu garroting session. ;) ~sushichum

Your Work (a poem)

one day on the phone, this summer, during a brief conversation, my Mistress had confided to me that O/our D/s relationship had been nothing more than work, or a job to Her. Her jaded words ripped through me like an old, rusty saw and hurt me far more than any whip or curt could of. yet, instead of letting these feelings stew and fester, i decided to follow Her writer's example and set my wounded heart to pen and paper. this poem is the result of that introspection. remarkably, this sudden emotive pustule release was therapeutic and helped me to deal with my feelings of grief and loss.~sushichum

Your Work

By: pescado

so, it was only about work.

all about work You say?

the punching of a time clock

the clicking of a gun

putting in time until W/we were done.

hour upon hour

minute by minute

second by second

just, fucking work … nothing more?

but somewhere between the beatings and the marks

punching that damn time card with reddened purple marks

You became a real person to me.

Someone i could relate to, and Someone to see.

it wasn’t just all about work … don’t You see?

turn off emotion until he is black and blue

nothing more to see here until W/we are through.

scratches, scars and bruises … a Dominant’s delight

left all over me and brandished in the night.

but Your marks that were given all bloody and torn

the swelling, and the blackened eyes i see in early morn.

Your marks may fade, but the roots run deep

the fist marks disappear, but the bonding was complete.

so work, fucking work that is all You can say

nothing more than putting in time to fill the day.

was that all this was? a charade,  a farce?

a momentary indiscretion as you pummel me in the dark?

the heart rings true

no matter what it’s color.

darkened hearts, smash vanilla hearts to bits in bloody palor.

work … just fucking work

laid naked, beaten, and bleeding bare for the truth

for, what was just work to You …

was Your love, to me.

i mean … don’t You see?

Summer, July 1, 2014

thoughts on

this summer has been another one of adjustment for me. those of Y/you that read my blog consistently know that i have not published anything for quite awhile. i was hurt and stymied when i found out that my Mistress had decided that within the boundaries of Her new life, there was no room for me as Her slave. what was worse was that this was communicated to me by Her while She and i were both not in the most lucid of states. What i remember most was how lost i felt when She released me as Her pet and the big fucking, gaping chasm it left in my heart.

however, things have looked up and moved in a positive direction since then.  my Mistress has found that She cannot live without my service, and has praised me multiple times for being a good boy to Her. oh, how, i long to hear and live by those words as they spring so infrequently from Her lips.

this blog has been a thorn and a painful reminder of what had been, and it hurt too much to write what i was truly feeling after my release. i put it on the shelf for awhile and let my true self hammer things out in regard to my emotions and the grief i felt. it is never fun to confront soured human emotions. being a wary fish, my sub consciousness always directs me and guides me. as a pisces, i cannot help but be driven to and fro by that dichotomy.

within the next week or so, i hope to unmask amd unpack these feelings and reveal to Y/you the true healing that has finally begun to take place since these events transpired. perhaps, this vague insight will help other submissives who are feeling a bit despondent after being released.

chin-up my friends. chin-up. ~sushichum

choked, gagged and garroted with a computer power cord

my Mistress was visiting again for the weekend and i was sitting close by near Her feet. She was thoroughly engaged with typing and answering emails and monitoring Her social correspondance. She was quiet and extremely focused and listened patiently while i sat and jabbered away about different trivial matters on no consequence. She would humor me every once in a while with a well inserted, "Mmmmm Hmmmmm." and continued typing away on Her laptop. i layed sprawled across the floor on my back and as sleep fell over me i began to snore. this seemed to irritate the crap out of my Mistress. suddenly, i felt a huge thwack across my forehead. then, another dul thud pounded against my skull and finally a third one smacked me hard across the bridge of my nose. my nose throbbed with pain and i began to feel a sneeze building.

"I said, No snoring ... I'm trying to work here. you know that." i looked up shaken and a bit hurt, but understood that She had to have a peaceful environment to work within. what i hadn't counted on was my Mistresses fondness for new implements of pain and torture. i watched still a bit dazed as She picked up the battery counter weight from Her mac and swung it forcibly and smacked it hard into my unprotected face. it's impacting sound gave Her the satisfaction of a nice CrAcK and tHwAp! She looked up approvingly and twirled the weight playfully by the cord. Mmmmmmm ... nice leverage, wouldn't you say? i was still stunned like i had been stung by a hornet and nursed the burgeoning reddened swollen orb on the side of my face that seemed to be growing and swelling with the moment. She then faked one lob towards me and then settled back into working. The rhythm and motion of Her hands and fingers across the laptop was soothing and relaxing to me. i began to regain my composure and started in to talking about how nice it was to have Her here and how great it was to be able to serve Her. i kept jabbering and talking while She patiently pounded out Her correspondance on the keyboard.

then, just as i was asking Her another innane question about my website,

She grabbed me hard by the collar with one hand and with lightning fast reflexes twirled the computer power cord between Her fingers and wrapped it around my head two to three more times. with arachnid precision, she pulled me in tight and leveraged Her grip down along my face and tightened the cords in and around my mouth.

She had efficiently wrapped the cord twice around my head. the cord dug down across my lower eye lid and over the bridge of my nose squashing the tip of it across on nostril. i began to register a protest, "wha ... huh ... i can't ... brea ..."

i struggled to get the words out, but She was not satisfied. with quickness and agility She trussed up my head again and this time yanked down hard to make three passes across my mouth, forcing the cord between my teeth and torqued down hard across my cheek. i was wrapped up and throbbing. my head was squeezed tightly between the corded bonds and i found it difficult to respirate and to talk. She had effectively gagged me, and was now in the position of choking me out if She desired.

i mumbled something unlegible, but that just made my plight even more perilous. not satisfied with my sounds at all, She yanked hard and pulled up increasing the pressure across the tender tissue of my mouth. i couldn't speak, mumble or say a thing. the corners of my eyes moistioned and i felt my eyes begin to pool. things were now finally quiet and not a sound could be heard, with the exception of my labored, wispy respiration.

my Mistress peered down and smiled at me extremely pleased and quite satisfied with Her work.  but sopmething in Her eyes told me that more was to come, as i felt the cords begin to constrict and tighten around my larnyx and neck. it was immently evident that She was intent on garroting me, as i found it ever difficult to breathe. i felt Her tug hard sharply and the cord seemed to constrict and burrow into my cheek. gazing down at me all trussed up She took on a cold efficient demeanor and pulled the cord tighter under and over my ear

. from the pics, i could see how my ear turned beat swollen red and all the blood pooled and it felt as if it was going to tear off and

explode off the side of my face

there is something almost creepily comforting about putting your trust and your life in the hands of one who loves to torment you. i knew that as i laid on the floor with the computer cord wrapped tightly around my neck that at an conceivable minute my Mistress could decide to do me in and terminate my existance. now that is total fucking power exchange.  nah ... that is just suff play. :)

or was it just a forceful yet polite way to get me to just shut the fuck up?

just being at Her feet.

 this just says it all. there is nothing like feeling that perfect inner peace and solace at the feet of your Mistress. there is just something so warm, tranquil, reassuring, and comforting. to feel safe, and secure and for the moment, all is right with the world. i treasure those rare moments. it just feels soooooo right. :)  Enjoy, Fishpaste ~

When I Kneel For You

My mind goes quiet
And I know I am safe
At your feet, my head in your lap
A warm calm washes over me
I drink in your scent and I am at peace
I know my place, where I belong
It centers me, grounds me
In a way that's hard to understand
Even harder to explain
I am humbled, honored to be there
You don't have to ask
You don't have to order
It just feels right and
It is where I want to be

– MzConundrum  MzConundrum's Writing 42F sub (Chester, Pennsylvania) Fet Life 8/18/2014

marks of pain and affection

the scar above my upper lip where She followed through with a punch so hard that my canine teeth burst through the skin.

the trampled indentations of circular and octagonal marks on my face left by the underside of Her Aasics sneakers after She played soccerball with my head and the headboard of Her bed. the marks are still there and still show. i see them daily in my car mirror as i drive to and fro to work.

the scar on the upper portion of my left forearm where She stabbed me with Her curved scimitar blade honoring the Hindu Godess Saraswati, the Godess of written knowledge, arts and music.

the most noticeable scar is the scar that skids lightly then digs zigzaggedly across the front of my forehead and then is gouged in the middle. this scar was made by one of Her love taps after She lobbed a thick, heavy ceramic bowl and struck me in the middle of my forehead. Her aim was dead on, and She never misses Her target. i remember the smell of iron and feeling just a little lightheaded and faint after She clobbered me.

each mark and subsequent scar is a tag ... a brand ... a hash mark of Her ownership and total subjugation over me
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i wear each with pride and hope that one day She will find me worthy enough to wear Her collar.

i got butterflies and jittery feelings when i heard this ...

my Mistress came and stayed over at Her lair this weekend, to discuss business and to see how things were faring. i was feeling kinda mopey and not too enthusiastic about serving Her on this particular morning. i say this, because i am sure that every submisive feels this way sometimes. it maybe that you are not clicking like you should with your Mistress, or perhaps that B/both of you have been so busy and immersed in Y/your O/own separate vanilla worlds that there has not been time to connect like need be.

on this particular morning, my Mistress had ordered me downstairs to prepare Her breakfast while She lounged in bed checking emails, various blogs, and social media correspondance. i did as i was told, rather reluctantly, but still intent on serving Her in the best way that i knew how. knocking on Her door, i waited for Her enter response and then i respectfully presented Her eggs, cereal, toast and proceeded to serve it at Her bedside.

She cut me a glint in Her eye and a mischievious smirk played across Her lips. She looked like a great powerful feminine cat ready to pounce on an unwary fish.

"Mmmmmm ... Sooooo ... I really have conquered you, haven't I?" She tossed Her wavy, dark locks back and smiled surreptitiously at my apparent silence and obvious discomfort at the posed question.

Her directness caught me off guard. i swallowed and gulped hard. yet, the dry lump in my throat would not let me off so easily. my feet shuffled back and forth unsteadily in Her presence. She raised Her darkened eye brows and reiterated Her statement again.

"you did not answer, How does if feel to be totally vanquished.... Hmmmmmm?"
suddenly, it felt as if the lump in my throat had engorged itself and was ready to claw it's way out of my throat. i played nervously with one of Her pens on the file cabinet, while i also fiddled with the buttons on my shirt timidly, not sure if i should peer into Her powerful green eyed gaze.

i started reeling a little bit and the jittery feeling of having butterflies gave me a sickened, yet fearful unbalance. kind of like the feeling of being in way over your head with someone who basically knew you inside and out and could fucking eat you, if they so desired.

i looked down and shuffled my feet a bit. "what do You mean?", i asked with trepidation.

She stretched out, arms above head and Her lengthened torso seemed to grow three times it's length.

"I mean ... I HAVE totally conquered you. EVERYTHING that was once yours now belongs to Me. your phone, your computer, your cute little car.

I could even take your house if i wanted to. She ate some of the scrambled eggs and followed it with some buttered toast.

suddenly, i grew a bit of a flimsy backbone, and retorted ...
"no, i wouldn't let that happen."

She laughed cruelly at me and washed down some of Her meal with some water nearby.
With tenebrious mirrored eyes, She then glowered at me.

"Like you have a choice."

i then felt everything inside of me shrink and shrivel to a state of nothingness.

not missing a beat, She continued to mindfuck and trounce me with Her overwhelming dominance and authority.

"Now listen ... my blue dress is laying on the bathroom floor and it needs to be cleaned. Make sure that it is washed and fresh smelling the next time I decide to come up here and check up on you. Understood?"

"Now, leave Me and clean up My kitchen and do the dishes."

I shook my head eeeked out a weak, "yes Mistress." and proceeded to begin to clean up the dirty breakfast dishes before making a hasty retreat downstairs.

there is nothing more to say ...

today, i have no feeling inside ...

i am numb ...

how to give your Mistress a pedicure

one of the things that i would like to do for my Mistress, is to have the opportunity to give Her a warm, relaxing pedicure.  however, at this point in time i have not been permitted to do so.  i can only assume that this denial is based at least partly on my apparent lack of skill to do this competently.  therefore, i have perused the internet and explored the various options and techniques for performing this service for my Mistress. i intend to first practice and apply these techniques on myself, and then once perfected, will hopefully be given the chance one day to serve my Mistress with these newfound skills.

i shall keep E/everyone posted as to my progress.

 

until then, here are the basics for a good pedicure. 

~ pescado

Pedicure Supplies

the first thing needed of course, is  to collect the appropriate supplies. Some Mistresses already have

pedicure supplies, and if this is case, then bravo! however, if not, then here is a simple list of what is needed:

1) nail clippers

2) nail file (a diamond nail file is the best, but a less expensive one will do)

3) emory board

4) a pumice stone

5) nail polish in Her preferred color

6) clear coat (however, some Mistresses prefer a separate clear base coat as well as separate clear top coats and colors)

7) bottle of nail polish remover

8) some moisturizer (the best would be the kind manufactured for feet)

9) cotton balls or beauty pads

10) a wash basin filled with warm water

11) foot soap

12) nail brush

13) clean towels

14) nail polish remover

15) toe separators

one important thing to remember is not to cut your Mistress’s cuticles, that is unless She requests that of you. i have read that incorrect or improper trimming can cause bacterial infection.  But the final call is up to your Mistress. there are tools for pushing the cuticle back, but sometimes all that is needed is a good soaking and the texture of a nice soft towel. i would choose the later, but it is your Mistress's decision.

once all these things are procured , it is time to notify your Mistress of your desire and willingness to serve Her in this way.  make sure that enough time is allotted to complete this task and have a relaxing space open to begin with Her pedicure.

the Pedicure

soaking

extend an invitation and have your Mistress make Herself comfortable on the couch, lounge, or a comfortable chair.  should your Mistress be wearing boots, shoes, sneakers or sandals, ask if you may remove them prior to the pedicure.  upon doing this, lightly saturate a cotton pad with nail polish remover to strip off Her old nail polish. then, fill up the wash basin with warm water. place a few drops of lavender or  eucalyptus oil in the water along with a few squirts of foot soap and then have Her soak Her feet for about 5 or 10 minutes.

after She has relaxed and soaked Her feet in the warm sudsy water, gently lift one foot out of the water and scrub and wash it gently with the soft foot brush.  remember to scrub around the top of the toe nail and underneath to remove any dirt that may have collected.  following this, remove one foot at a time and dry off with the warm towels you had just retrieved from the dryer

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trimming the nails and smoothing the rough spots

now, use the nail clipper to trim Her toenail. Cut them straight across and keep them somewhat longer than you would normally prefer for yourself. make sure that you don’t round off the ends to prevent ingrown nails from occurring. once this is completed, take the pumice stone to gently smooth away any rough skin on the bottom of her sole or around the sides of Her heels.  perform this gently and not as if you are sanding down some cabinets for a counter. skin exfoliator blades are also available for this task, but a nice piece of pumice does the job very well.  now, grasp Her foot by the arch and brace the toes against the palm of your hand and use the nail file or emory board to file down any sharp edges left by the toenail clippers.  make sure to remember to do this to both feet.

applying moisturizer to Her feet

invite your Mistress to continue to soak Her feet for a little while longer, and then once She is ready to

remove them from the water, again use warmed towels from the dryer to absorb and dry the water from Her feet.  now, apply some foot moisturizer and massage it into the tops of Her feet, the soles, heels and of course Her toes.  tea tree oil also works well here and is relaxing and quite invigorating. again, place Her feet in the heated towels from the dryer and move on to the next step.

nail polish for Her nails

in preparation for the polish start by placing Her toes gently in between a foam set of toe separators. This will keep Her toes apart and prevent one toe from brushing up against the other and messing up the wet polish.

begin by saturating a cotton pad with nail polish remover and then swishing it over Her toenails. this is done to  remove any of the oil or moisturizer that may still be left on the nail itself from the massage. in most cases, the oily consistency of the moisturizer will prevent the nail polish from adhering to the nail properly.  the next  step is

to apply a base coat to Her nails.  again, make sure to do this to both sets of toenails. allow the base coat to dry. now, be certain to ask your Mistress what color or shade of polish that She prefers, and of course what style.  once, She has settled on Her choice, prepare to apply the polish to the nails.  when applying the polish, make sure to remove all the globules from ofr the polish brush by dabbing it lightly against the sides of the opening of the polish bottle. use the polish brush to paint the nail in a smooth, fluid motion, starting just above the cuticle and then sweeping down evenly, being mindful and careful to cover the nail. most advice columns recommend starting with the big toe first and then making your way down. the big toe should be painted with a smooth sweeping motion and the smaller toes should be dabbed with the polish brush.  again, be careful to not smear the polish all over Her toes. should you happen to get some polish on the skin next to her toenails, dip a cotton pad into the nail polish remover and use it to dab away any drips of stray color. 

applying the top coat and drying

After allowing this coat to dry completely, it is then time to finish by applying the top coat and allowing it also to dry thoroughly. Keep in mind there are different faster methods for drying. some have suggested using a hair dryer, while others have invested in purchasing professional pedicure nail dryers.

i can’t stress enough to allow a good amount of time for drying.  don’t expect your Mistress to be pleased or happy if when She gets up to leave and unfortunately the polish is not dry and She smears it terribly. 

the final ending result should be one happy, pleased Mistress who looks absolutely amazingly spectacular with Her newly painted pedi. She may even permit you to kiss Her feet after you are done.

#yesallwomen ... if only ...

in a way, W/we are all influenced by the behemoth, patriarchal media mainframe.

  if only W/we would open O/our eyes, W/we could see the Matrix like, sublimal messages that bombard every facet of O/our daily, expectant gender regulated lives and keep U/us fettered and plugged into a culture of rape, control, oppression and aggression.  

if only it was this easy to make a behavioral and attitudinal shift and change. would W/we? could W/we?

i ask Y/you, are W/we ready to flip the script and reprogram society?

if only ... (?) 

three more ...

they really speak for themselves. clever ways to comment and combat,

patriarchy and the antiquated notions of a women's confined role in society due to misogynistic persectives in religion.

stalking

and you guess ... huh?

here are a couple more ...

quite empowering!

2 more cartoons ...

here are a couple more. the feminist's themes portrayed are very important and relevant to what is exploding across social media and the internet. bravo! they are also tongue in cheek, but take a very good stab at the patriarchal society W/we live in.

Xanthe's blogs comment on #yesallwomen

 #yesallwomen, because "no" means "no" period. get it? got it? good.

a creative nook for Her palette and tools

i don't know why, but this pic did appeal to me. however,  this clever, playful Domme artist discovered another useful space for storing Her art tools. lol! 

the s-type quiz

so, i found this quiz and thought that i would see what type of submissive i am. meh ... the results did not really surprise me that much. i guess i am a bit more in touch with who i have become than i thought. the quiz is still a good one though. take the quiz and find out what kind of s-type you are. enjoy! ;>)
pescado

http://www.submissiveplayground.com/take-the-quiz/

The S-type Quiz

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1.    Slave, submissive, service-oriented, bottom, kinky masochist, obedient little pet—what kind of s-type are YOU? "S-type" is a broad umbrella term for the submissive side of the power dynamic. These identities are multi-faceted—complex and nuanced, and don't fit into any one little teeny box. However, there are some similarities, too—and I'm interested in the places we overlap, the things we share and have in common, as well as our differences. 

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 results 

YOU ARE A  BEATDOWN, CONSENSUAL  SLAVE (yep! That's me!) 

It’s not just a BDSM cliche—some of us, like you, are actual consensual slaves. You want to give over access to your entire self: body, time, will, and more. Though you may love to receive sensation, give good service, and submit psychologically, you also get off the very most by being owned, controlled, and

possessed. Your deepest pleasure derives from someone else taking their deepest pleasure from encounters with you, and everything else is just icing on the cake. You love to be asked to do things that are not for your pleasure, just so you can have a chance to exercise your own devotion to your path as a consensual, beatdown slave.

this is where paradigms shift and reveloutions begin

i like this.

Maya Angelou Poet Laureate Passes - Mini Bio

today W/we lost a great voice ... a wonderful humanitarian and a soceress with the written word.
Her story amazes me. the rags from riches saga of a Woman who brought Herself up through the quagmire of prejudice, ignorance and indifference. a Woman who defied the odds and did what ever it took to reach Her golden ambition of univeral truth, racial equality and unswerving literacy. the rhyme and rythym of Her prose and poetry were like movements of a beautiful dance unseen or unoticed, yet the imagery dances about in our heads. Her words were powerful, resolute and a clarion call for all. Y/you, me, the elderly couple down the street, the single Dad who walks with his daughter to Walmart or the lonely woman who stands still at the same time everyday with her pomeranian yipping impatiently at Her feet, pulling at the leash yearning to roam free. presidents, kings, queens, butchers, bakers and teachers, nurses,doctors and the IT girl. all stop and pause ... check a quick post, check a blog, scan a text and email. who will be our next voice for this generation? who will lasso the words and make them sing? who will mix and season them well within our generation's crucible of instant posts, and innocuous selfies? who will? ... who will aspire to try?

Maya Angelou - W/we will miss Your voice. W/we will miss Your truths. W/we will miss Your strength and the balance and mesmerizing dance of Your words.

repost: "Not Just Bitchy" on "Violent Misogyny"

(This is a post from "Not Just Bitchy" blog on the topic of violent misogyny)


(it is a must read for everyone shocked out of there tidy sensibilities due to the recent barbaric college murders in Santa Barbara. i would read the comments also, as they shed some light on the feelings and emotions of this violent murderous event.)


I’m going to be talking about violent misogyny in this post, if you’re having a bad day you probably want to skip this one.


For those lucky enough not to have heard about it yet, an especially misogynistic shitstain decided he wanted revenge on the women who wouldn’t have sex with him (and the men he assumed were getting the sex he ‘deserved’) by murdering as many people as he could before (most likely) shooting himself. Google UC Santa Barbara shooting for more details.


One of the things that creeps me out the most is that the murdering asshole left a 137-141 page manifesto (different news stories reported different page counts), and a number of YouTube videos explaining what he was going to do and why he was so angry.


“I’m 22 years old and still a virgin, never even kissed a girl. And through college, 2½ years, more than that actually, I’m still a virgin. It has been very torturous,” he said. “The popular kids, you never accepted me and now you will all pay for it. Girls, all I ever wanted was to love you, be loved by you. I wanted a girlfriend. I wanted sex, love, affection, adoration.”


“You forced me to suffer all my life, now I will make you all suffer,” he said. “All you girls who rejected me, looked down upon me, you know, treated me like scum while you gave yourselves to other men. And all of you men for living a better life than me, all of you sexually active men. I hate you. I hate all of you. I can’t wait to give you exactly what you deserve, annihilation.” ......http://www.notjustbitchy.com/yesallwomen/#more-1444

"I've got to do something, now" ... #yesallwomen

any one who knows anything, or who has been exposed or listened to the news media in any form this past week  knows of the barbaric, misogynistic killings which took place in Santa Barbara , and the sick minded, pathetic, fuck who plotted and instigated the massacre. due to this, there has been a firestorm which has ignited across the internet and Women and men are texting , tweeting and conversing about gender equality and the way it has been ignored and shut down for more than 78% of O/our society. i do not know why it took something so horrendous and cruel to wake U/us A/all up? but, unfortunately, it did.

 my Mistress spoke and shared with me last night Her intense feelings and the closeness She felt to what had happened. it triggered within in Her an ,"I've got to do something, now" response which seems to be richochetting all across the internet. She made some dramatice life changes to Her life which will open new doors and new horizons for Her.  yet,  as a man, i am truly ashamed that this occured within my gender, but i assureY/you that i stand with my Sisters and say that this blatant, cultural illness plaguing U/us in the form of misogynistic bullshit has got to cease. Women need to be recognized for their divine personhood and men must be taught and reprimanded that this type of murderous behavior cannot not be condoned nor laughed off as the solitary, crazy whim of one crazy insane lunatic. W/we need to scream, holler, pound our fists and protest until something is done, something breaks and there is change instituted in our society and the way in which W/we educate. the acceptance of rape culture has unfortunately been raised and nurtured within O/our collective male consciousness to view and treat Women as chattel and objects to conquer, possess and to greedily hold. as such, it is imperative that we educate O/our boys and men to respect people of all genders and to honor the Women in O/our lives and around U/us as real people. they are not here for O/our pleasure or enjoyment. there are no expectations. there are no preconceived notions. there are no if You do this for me, then i will do this for You. they are people with rights, dreams and equal beings who deserve the highest degree respect, self preservation and self autonomy to make up for the years in which they have been treated as second class citizens in the US.

it is only when men and Women stand together to unite and truly dedicate themselves to institute a dramatic reformation, that this type of laughed off,  condoned behavior will cease in O/our society. rape and violence is NOT an acceptable response ... no means, "NO". the bullshit excuse, "boys will be boys" response will  no longer be accepted, or tolerated to pardon this type of behavior.

as a male submissive, i have learned many things at the feet of my Mistress. She has given me new insight and revealed to me the vulnerability and fear Women feel in O/our society today. so much so, that many refuse to walk out of their homes at night for fear of rape and violence. my brothers, this caveman mentality has got to end!  bearing that in mind, we as men also cannot stand idly by and watch these daily misogynistic spectacles play out. we need to step forward, intervene and defend our Sisters and stand together with them to insure that W/we all have an equal voice and rights under the law.

if you have been living under a toadstool, then you need to hear and read #yesallwomen  these voices of hurt, disillusionment, and righteous indignation and become informed as to the ground swell that is exploding all over the internet and beyond. become apart of the conversation and unite to guarantee that all genders are recognzed for their personhood, self determined autonomy, rights and equality.

it is my hope that the response, "i've got to to do something .... now." will become the mantra and impetus for the necessary change that must and will occur.

with that being said, may those young Women who were shattered and violently taken from U/us in the prime and promise of their youth rest in peace.

the 9 principles of Female Supremacy

Female Supremacy is the natural order of life itself.

This means that in all spheres of life that women have the central roles in leadership, moral authority and control of property.
(excerpted from MizzVictoria from Her FemDomme Society website)
Taken originally from FemDom Law.

There are nine basic principles of Female Supremacy, each stemmming from the fundamental First Principle.

First Principle 

Life is created inside Women

Second Principle

Women are superior to men, men are inferior of Women

Third Principle

Women are born as Creators and Leaders

Fourth Principle

Women are of greater biological, emotional, social, moral, spiritual and intellectual value than men

Fifth Principle

Men are created by Women as servants and slaves

Sixth Principle

It is the nature of Women to be worshipped as Goddesses and be served and protected by men

Seventh Principle

It is the nature of men to serve, protect and worship Women as Goddesses

Eighth Principle

Only in Female-led relationships and communities, men can overcome some of their basic animal deficiencies

Ninth Principle

Through servitude and slavery, men are liberated from illusions of patriarchy and animal impulses of male domination.

last Sunday's todo list ...

one of the last texts that i received from my MIstress read:

"Since you addressed the message before three hours after expected, you may come up tomorrow. Be here early. Some time around noon or early afternoon."

i couldn't wait!

i got an early start and drove up as quickly as i could the next day and was greeted by my Mistress. after W/we had chit chatted for awhile She informed me that i would be incredibly busy today. She was not kidding....

1.) prepare breakfast for my Mistress - menu - buttermilk pancakes with organic banana slices and scrambled eggs. (it was a redo and review for me as far as eggs were concerned ... i have nver been that great at fixing breakfast. this was a rewind for me.

2.) do the dishes - there was quite a bit, and i only was able to do 1/2 of them before i was scolded by my Mistress. "I said, pancakes before dishes ... do it Now, please". i always have diffculty completing item number 1 before number 2. :>P i like the counter to be clean and spotless prior to cooking.

3.) pack recycables and trash and drive them to the recycle plant. whew! there was a lot of trash that had to be sorted and classified. kind of grungy, and smelly, but none the less necessary. "Enjoy and have fun with that." those were Her last words i heard.

4.) fold and sort Her laundry and repack Her fall/winter clothes. fuck, She has a lot of beautiful clothes! sort and hang up Her spring/summer clothes, etc ...this was painstaking for me. i like things to be somewhat orderly and tidy. i tried to organize and categorize all Her clothes according to type. i think i did a pretty good job ... however, i found her favorite purple hooded coat stuffed in the back seat of Her car. it should be cleaned and washed before it is packed away (this task occupied most of my time.)

5.) run to the store to buy groceries for next week. "Be sure to certain that the beer that you purchase  does not taste like piss." 
 (so, i picked up a case of Lienenkugel) :)

6.)  wash and repack kitchenware and dishes and place in a box for safe keeping in Her bedroom..

(all in all, it was an awesome time. i spent the entire day serving my Mistess, and doing Her bidding. how i have missed serving Her so. once, She patted my head then yanked my head up by the hair. Her voice was soft and rhapsodic."I'm glad you are here, but you need to be closer to Me." of course, i secretly believe that She really wishes to yank out all the hair from my head until i am totally bald. Mmmmmmm ... i could live with that, if it pleases Her.

best quote of the day.
"some things are well worth waiting for." 

i couldn't agree more. :>)
i collapsed into bed around 2am. it was a spectactular day!

the musings of a "Mean Girl"

http://smashwords.com/books/view/421217

Drown: By Ms Eliza Devine

"Twist yourself into little

pretzle circles and

dunk your head under the sea.    

Breathe deep the salty goodness

until your tongue swells

and drown for me...."

those images alone, sends submissive tingles and chills up my spine!

i have just finished reading and been inside the mind of a "Mean Girl". Ms Eliza Devine, a former Dominatrix,  has written a compelling poetry anthology which underscores and brings to light all the greasy, grimey and grotesque little secrets that W/we tend to harbor and hide under O/our perfectly madeup, little beds. Her poems are provocatively dark, disturbing, yet enlightening and speak with Her many voices which bite, scratch, claw and brawl to be heard above the din of seemingly perfect selfies in O/our superficial, ideal, tidy vanilla world.. Ms Devine's anothology is riveting, gritty and wonderfully unconventional in terms of what one would normally expect to find in a typical dusty, poetry anthology. yet, this anthology is anything but typical. the triggers alone will have O/ones head spinning and tumbling into mindfuck central. once i picked it up, i had great difficulty releasing it and felt captivated by each snippet and phrase, which seemed to literally drag me across it's pages. Her poems speak of objectification, violence, sadism, use and abuse, and the euphoric feelings of total power exchange manifested over others. Her poetic voices and influences are those which can be innocently, tender and childlike, or jaggedly, mentally disturbing, slicing up and ripping out Y/your sheepish, button down, sensibilities and grinding them into devourable hamburger.

each time i have revisited Her poems, i have learned something new and revealing about myself. take a look at this disturbing page turner . i promise, that it will be an iresistable lure and enticement.

so, check it out.

http://smashwords.com/books/view/421217

All Things Fetish Presents - "Agent Red Infiltrates"

http://clips4sale.com/preview/flowview.php?id=10979137
http://clips4sale.com/studio/21686/Cat967/10979137/Agent-Red-Infiltrates

here is an absolutely, amazing video that just seems to scream pain, agonizing torture, and bone smashing, breathless realism. Ms Eliza Divine has taken this scenario by the jugular and squeezed it into a despotic and total submissive nightmare.

 here She plays an agent and assassin who has been contracted out to eliminate a Mob Boss from the syndicate. this video is filled with wonderful, seductive, enticing beatdowns which She gleefully applies with sadistic delight. the guards are no more than mere punching toys and overpadded kicking bags stuffed and provided for Her amusement and entertainment. their screams of torture and agony will have Y/your hair standing on end as She teases, pinches, probes and chokes driving Her unwilling victims to the absolute edge of panic, fright and terror. the worms begs for mercy from underneath Her well heeled platformed boots. lethal, powerful kicks send each of them reeling as She cracks their heads open with a psychotic grin. She skewers their skulls with Her stillettos and chokes them out until they are drooling, blathering idiots begging for absolution.

brutality succeeds and She finally finds out where the Big Boss is hiding. quickly terminating and disposing of the wimpy guards, She executes them with a series of eye popping, smothers and scissors. what She does to totally destroy and humiliate the guards has got to be seen.

 if Y/you truly enjoy seeing two wimpy men having the shit kicked out of them by a dominant, intelligent, more physically capable Woman, then this is the clip for Y/you. it left me exceedingly dizzy and breathless.

Click on this link for a short clip of  "Agent Red Infiltrates"

http://clips4sale.com/preview/flowview.php?id=10979137
http://clips4sale.com/studio/21686/Cat967/10979137/Agent-Red-Infiltrates

could be a fun game

  

preparations for a pedi ...

i truly love this scene. he is dutifully washing Her feet and from all indications preparing to give his Mistress a pedicure. the basic elements of the daily lifestyle are certainly expected and in motion here.  She is expressing Her dominance over him by resting Her right foot on top of his head. She accepts his attention with an aire of non-chalance, yet is definitely in control.   Y/you can see the concentration and focus on his face as he seeks to please and serve his Mistress. the fact that he has layed out her clothes neatly and orderly speaks well of him and the training he has received under Her.

whiney and squeaky

my Mistress got uncomfortably close to my face and cocked Her head with feigned concern, pretending to straighten my tie, in a tidy conventional manner, She yanked it down hard and then started cinching it up slowly and uncomfortably around my neck, constricting the airway, until gagging ensued. Her lips opened, curled and slid over Her predatory, great white, traumatizing, grin. then cooing and stroking my cheek, She peered into my bulging eyes and seemed delighted with how She was able to make them pop and strain uncomfortably out of their sockets.  i felt Her tighten the necktie noose around my neck, garroting it up

even further, smiling and marveling at the gasping choking sounds i was now producing.

"Mmmmmm ...that's it .... that's it."

"Now that was a nice sound." She chimed in relishing Her control over me.

"Awwwwwwwwe", don't worry about being seen My dear." She said fishing for my mask in the front shirt pocket. 

"No one will ever know it's you." "Except, ...  I'm certain that someone will recognize that irritating, whiney, high pitched, squeaky voice of yours.  Especially, when I strangle, choke and squeeze it out of you."