Music..

There are different kinds of slavery...

David Bowie -
I would be your slave
Listen on youtube

Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent park
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave

Do you sleep in quietude?
Do you walk in peace?
Do you laugh out loud at me?
No one else that is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave

I don't sit around and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand

I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave

I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave

I once took a deep breath...

OK so I haven't been blogging much lately. I thought I would make up for lost time, and entries today, seeing as I have nothing else to do right now.

Starters.. An old entry of mine, a memory, now in an English version:

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I am sitting here in front of my computer, just breathing. Breath after breath. The last 24 hours have been intense. It is hard to gather my thoughts in writing.

One hour left, I took his black T-shirt off him. The leather cuffs he had worn since he arrived the previous day are in place. They had been under his jacket at the restaurant that we had just visited, visible to anyone bold enough to look up his sleeves. Visible to me.

Now we were back home, in my territory.

I did not say a word when I stood behind him. He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder. Quickly came the question: "Do you need to know?" He shook his head and then looked down on the floor in front of him again. Silence once more.

Without warning I reach out my hand, with the blood red nails, and swiftly drag them mercilessly across his back. A familiar sound from my nails, the feeling of skin under my fingers liberates and I enjoy it. The response is immediate. He throws his head back, pushes his chest forward, and falls. His legs cannot carry him and with my arms which quickly wrap around him he slumps to the ground.

- What happened?
- I sank. I am weak, you are so strong.

I stand with my legs against his sides, and lean his upper body against me.

- You are doing well.
- Thank you. Thank you, My Queen.

I was not done with him yet. He rests against my legs, I lean forward and kiss him. His head bends backwards to meet my lips. Wonderful. When the kiss is over he looks forward again, and that is when I stroke. Once again my nails scratch his back, and once again he collapses, now only his upper body and he lies leaning forward over folded legs. A tiny pile on the floor. So beautiful.
I sit down beside him, where he lies, I comfort and caress. The nails will have to wait, he is small.

I will make him even smaller. I bring out the rope, stand behind him and pick up his upper body so that he is once again on his knees. I wrap the rope around my hand, one lap around each, and then place the middle of the rope against his throat, tightening it.

- You can do what you want to me.

Big words and an even bigger submission.

I tighten the rope even further, making him feel it cut off his air, and he does not object. I loosen it and tie a knot behind his neck, saving one very long end. The end I bring through first one, then both of the D-rings on his cuffs. His hands are being pulled up towards his neck, he has to hold them uncomfortably high to breath. He begins to whimper a bit.

- I am so helpless, I can't do anything. You can do what you want.

The helplessness that he speaks of does not come from the ropes, but from deep within him. More kissing, more touching. Thereafter the command to lie down. He lays himself down on the side on the tiny rug on the floor. Another rope that I use to bring the rings on his footcuffs together. I let the rope run between his knees, and pull it upwars, so that he has to bend his knees, turn into a small ball. I attach the end of the rope in the one I earlier wrapped around his neck.

Now he really is helpless. I enjoy the sight. He bends his face, burrying it in the matress, from time to time meeting my gaze for a brief second.

He had surrendered.

Smut Meme

Unspeakable Axe politely asked if he could tag me to this meme. At first I had no clue what he meant, I felt as if he was speaking another language all together. It appears I have learnt a new phrase tonight. "Tag to meme."

It came complete with instructions from Isabella who created this meme.

Isabella : You’re welcome to post it on your blogs. You must call it the Smut Meme (obvious reasons, I’d hope), you must link to me in the title, and you must tag 2 people, and link to them as well. Oh, and you must post this little blurb of instructions at the beginning, like I’ve just done. Got it? Ok then. The idea is to pick one or the other, even if you prefer neither. I’ll go first. If you want to play along you can answer the questions in the comments.

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1. Chocolate or Whipped Cream: That would depend on where it goes. On my body, definately whipped cream because it is easier to handle. On a partners body, well heated chocolate should work as nicely as hot wax does, don't you think?

2. Leather or PVC: I love leather. PVC is nice, shiny and feels good to the touch, but leather has a strenght to it that attracts me.

3. Outdoor Sex or Indoor Sex: Hmm... why isn't there a third option: Good sex! Sticks and stone may break your bones... so I am going to choose indoor sex.

4. In the Jacuzzi or In Bed: Bed. I like to be comfortable.

5. Bad Sex or No Sex: What is the point of having bad sex, other than to burn of some calories? No sex!

6. Dominate or Be Dominated: Dominate.

7. Thigh highs or Body stocking: Thigh highs for sure

8. Fast or Slow: I like to take my time. Why hurry when your man is tied up and cannot go anywhere?

9. Rough or Gentle: A gentle touch but not always gentle play. I like to mix.

10. Bite or Suck: I should come with a sign: Beware of the Lady, She bites.

11. Role-play or Reality: Reality, I am not going to pretend that I am your nurse, I prefer to be me.

12. Dirty Talking or Dirty Talking To: Neither, but if I have to choose, Dirty talking..

13. Edible panties or No Panties: No panties for sure, if I want to include edible items, we are back to where we started with the whipped cream.

14. Spanking paddle or Barehanded: Barehanded. My favourites are the riding crop but I still prefer my hand over a paddle.

15. Landing Strip or Kojak: Oh we are getting personal, aren't we? Landing strip. Kojak makes me feel like an infant.

16. Multiple Sessions or One Good Fuck: Hmm...since it doesnt say many good ones I am going to go with just the one.

17. Moaning or Screaming: I like sounds, both moaning and screaming. The best are those when you are moaning behind a gag... if I take the gag off you might be screaming.

18. Older Men or Young Men: Not too old and not too young. 5 years either way is a good starting point.

19. Three-way or No Way: Let's put it like this, only one woman.

20. Swing or No Swinging: I am the only one for my submissive, which rules out swinging. I do not share my toys.

Leaving the country

The Lady is packing.

Tonight I am flying to the Emerald Isle.

I am about to give a few good friends of mine a very good laugh. Less than a year ago I was packing frantically for a few days and they followed the events with amusement. I had prepaired everything in advance, writing lists of everything that I needed to bring and yet one thing did not make it out of my home: My jacket. Had I been going to a warm and cozy country that would have been just fine but noooo, I was flying to Iceland!

I need a service sub.

I mean, I really need a service sub!

This evening began well. Having recently been ill, I worked a bit longer than usual and when I got home I decided I had plenty of time to pack. I knew where everything was and all I had to do was to put it in a bag and zip it. Piece of cake.

Boy, was I mistaken!

In my closet hung a light blue shirt that I adore. I like the colour and the texture. It has been quite a while since I last wore it and I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity. I open my closet and pull it out. Months of sitting quietly in a wardrobe should, according to me, not change the state of my clothes at all and as far as I could recall, my shirt was wrinkle free when I hung it up. Now, well.... you can imagine.

I bought a new iron a couple of weeks ago.

-Perfect. Or?

I have now been battling the various creases for over an hour. The improvements are barely noticeable. I realise I should never again buy an iron without an ironer.

I really, really REALLY need a service sub.

The shirt is now in my bag. I will blame the wrinkles on the flight, no matter how smooth it turns out to be. It will after all be sharing the space with two books, two pairs of jeans, two jackets, one top and four pairs of shoes. (Yes I know, I will only be gone for four days, but I did limit the number of shoes...)

Two hours to go. I can't wait!

Songs...

Someone had the good sense of turning a good book into a good song...

Velvet Underground -
Venus in furs
listen on youtube

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Good-bye!

I hate saying goodbye. There is simply no good way to do that. No matter how you put it, a good bye is still a good bye, even when disguised as an au revoir, a see you soon, or an I love you.

Usually, when I say my farewells I am sure that the individual in question is someone I will see again, which makes the parting a lot smoother. Life has taught me through berevement that it is not always the case.

Even though death is a very final way of ending a friendship or relationship there is another factor as well. I have submissive male friends whose company I cherish. Some, not all, of these are single and in search of a Mistress to worship for the remainder of their lives. I hope with all of my heart that they are able to find what they are looking for, and will live happily ever after, in their own storybook existance. Yet....

What happens if She forbids contact?

Female Dominants are often quite possessive. I should know, as I am one of those. My property, my slave, mine, mine, mine.... I guess no one taught me to share my toys when I was young enough to understand that, and now it is too late.

I do not steal submissives. I respect relationships and I have no intention of stepping in between a Mistress and her sub. I only ask for a few minutes of their time to share a coca-cola or two. Perhaps if I am lucky even a chocolate cake. I may steal their ice-cream though...

The upside of submissive friends: I have someone to laugh with, to share stories with and to get a hug from when I need it.

The downside of submissive friends: I never know when the goodbye I say will be the last goodbye.

Fellow Dommes, I have in my possession an assortment of lovely submissive friends. I will vouch for them as individuals, and would be happy to see each and every one of them collared, chained and abused by the right woman. I would be happy to act as a match-maker if necessary, on one condition: Please do not take my friends away from me!

Yet another song...

Someone I had not talked to for a few months finally showed up, and brought this lovely song with him. Merci beaucoup, mon ami!

Lords of Acids -
The ABCs of Kinky Sex
click to listen on youtube

ABCDEFG
HIJKLMNOP
QRS
TUV
WX
Y and Z
Oh how happy you will be once I teach you my ABC

A is for asphyxiation you won't catch your breath
B is for the blindfold that keeps you dark as death
C is for your cockroach that I squash beneath my shoe,
while I watch you wiggle and laugh at you (ha ha)
D is for my dildo that you will learn to blow
E is for your enema, I control the flow
F is for my flogger, I whip you so violent
G is for the gag in place to keep your screaming silent
H is for humiliation that you must bear
I will imobilize you in my sexual lair
J is for your jizzy, jerking tendency
K for kisses
L for love, and licks you offer me
M is for the manacles imprisoned in your feet
N is for your nelly little nimby so sweet
O is for the O-rings holding you in place
P is for the persperation dripping down your face
Q is for the quirk I use to whip your eager ass
R is for restraints to make the magic last
S is for sweet suffering that only you will know
T is for the torment that keeps you on the go
U is for unbridaled lust that only I control,
as I claim for my own your body, mind and soul
V is for the vicious urge to struggle in vain,
while I tease and tantalize you and eroticise your pain
W is where the wily woman walks
X is for excruciating X rated talk
Y is your the yo yo I yank upon your string,
watch you yell and holler with all the pleasure that it brings
Z is for the zestfulness with which you will submit,

Now I've taught you every letter so remember all of it!

Twinkle twinkle little slut, now I spank your naughty butt
Once I've warmed it you will cry, and I'll wipe your teary eye
Don't forget the lessons learned or your rumpsticks will be burned.

A-B-C you and me
K-I-N-K spells S-E-X
ABC's of S-E-X
F-U-N spells K-I-N-K

Ba ba black sheep in my school,
you'll be shorn of all your wool,
a lesson in submission another in pain,
after graduation things will never be the same.
You'll become my grumbling fool,
drowning in a puddle of your own drool.

A-B-C you and me
ABCDEFG
HIJKLMNOP
QRS
TUV
WX
Y and Z
Oh how happy I will be, once I teach you the kinky ABC
A-B-C you and me
A-B-C you and me
A-B-C
(A-B-C)

Read in the paper...

Here are summaries of a few articles that caught my eye.

"High heels give you a better sex life."
A urologist at the University of Verona recently published a study on the use of high heels. Maria Cerruto has for a long time been annoyed with the fact that high heeled shoes have been blamed for everything from random broken bones to schizophrenia.

"Since I am a woman who loves walking in high heeled shoes I tried to find something healthy about them, and finally I reached my goal," says the high-heeled scientist in an interview with The Times.

Maria Cerruto's new study reveals that a heel of about three inches is perfect for both posture and pelvic muscles. With that angle of the foot the 66 examined women's pelvics were in optimal position - which improves both pelvic muscle strenght and the ability to clench. High heeled shoes simply makes you work out these important muscles without knowing it. They support the inner organs and are important for women's health. Good pelvic muscles protect against incontinence, improves the sex life, and gives the woman more and stronger orgasms.

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Justin whipped in new movie
Plays Madonna's slave
First she gave Britney her tongue. Now Justin gets to taste the whip Madonna plays a dominatrix in her new video. 4 Minutes To Save The World is the title. Latex and whips is the style. That is how Madonna will launch her latest transformation, writes The Sun.

In the very sexualised video the soon-to-be 50 year old popstar plays a Dominatrix, and among guest starring slaves she gets good company. Justin Timerlake and Timbaland are whipped and dominated by the singer, says the paper. The video was recorded in western London, and directed by Jonas Akerlund.

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Brangelina news:

Angelina Jolie has her own recipe for solving the relationship problems between her and Brad Pitt: Sex toys. The other day she stocked up on a see-through black bra and a video tape on bondage games.

If you can find it in the paper it has to be true...