31 May 2008

Birthday party

Another memory....

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It is a varm night in early summer. My colleague is having a birthday party along with her husband. It is more convenient to celebrate 2in 1.

I am having a great time.

I do not know that many around here, but I find myself engaging in conversations with people I have never met before, and probably never will meet again. Dinner is over and it is time for us to go out, to go dancing.

I just have one more thing to do.

I make an excuse and head outside. The air is cooler now, still warm enough for me to enjoy the evening, but I know that my dress will not keep me from freezing for long. I enjoy the sounds of my heels against the pavement as I walk away from the others, seeking privacy.The sound reminds me of the power I hold, and makes me feel very feminine.

I like being a woman.

I pick up the phone and dial a familiar number. A masculine voice answers, asking me how I am, if I am having a good time. I tell him what I have experienced thus far. It is still early in the evening.

I give the commands:
- You are going to go to bed now. Take the chain and lock it around your wrist, securing it to the bed.

I can hear his voice change.
I love that sound.
He does as he is told.
I knew he would.

I end the conversation, and go back inside to join the others.
The music is great,the party is just getting started. I find some of my new acquaintances and start dancing. I am having a great time.

Somewhere out there a slave lies chained to a bed, unable to sleep, unable to leave. He is just happy that I am happy. His Mistress is dancing the night away.

23 May 2008

Ol' blue eyes

Even Frankie wanted to be molested, attacked and abused....

Frank Sinatra -
Satisfy Me One More Time

Listen on youtube

Don't deny me, satisfy me one more time,
Barricade me and invade me, just one more time.
Sacrifice me, don't be nice, be wild and free.
Make a sex-pot symbol out of little old me,
Caress me, molest me, one more time,
Excuse me and abuse me one more time.
Excite me and ignite me with your sweet torso.
Use your muscles, my corpuscles, wanna go.
Assault me, attack me, lose control.
Let's smother each other in a good old strangle-hold.
There's nothing but loving on my mind.
Don't deny me, satisfy me one more time.
Compromise me, vandalize me, have a ball,
Destroy me and restore me through it all.
Demolish, disassemble and dismantle all my doubts,
It's confusing, I don't know my whereabouts.
Bite my ears, baby, nibble on my nose
Let your dimples put those pimples on my toes.
There's sugar oozing over from my elbows to my knees,
So cover me with kisses, get yourself some calories,
If you don't want me climbing up the wall,
Don't fool around my fertile ground at all.
While the cold is getting colder, just be sure,
Everything's up in my body's temperature, jack it up.
They're still a lot of groovy good things on the shelf,
When you reach the cookie jar, just help yourself,
Saying nothing, but the loving on my mind.
Don't deny me, satisfy me one more time.
Encore, encore, encore.

19 May 2008

Yet another memory

I was once a student too....

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D is lying on his stomach. Pieces of blue rope have rendered him helpless.

I take the red candle and light it, watching the liquid form around the flame. Not too much, but not too little. The first few drops hit his back. Involuntarily he moves. A moan escapes his lips.

D struggles.
He is beautiful.

A plan forms in my mind.
Holding the candle close to his skin,
I begin to let the drops form a pattern.


The wax is warmer now.
He is more sensitive.

The first letter, then second one.
It takes time, getting the shapes right is difficult
D moves more now, moans more.
Every drop makes him squirm.

I use the weight of my body to keep him still.

The first few words are uttered.

-Please, please no more....
- I can if I want to, can't I?
-Yes, you can do anything you want but please don't..

I gnore his plea and watch the third letter evolve.
It is easier, and I am satisfied with what I see.
His body is glistening, obedience makes him sweat.
D taught me a word in a foreign language
I am using what he showed me against him.

The fourth letter and then I stop.
I read it out, as one word.
I spell out the four letters,
a word I have never seen before.

There is one more letter, he tells me.
Despite the pain that I have caused him,
Despite that he could have escaped the last one.
It is his turn to spell it out, the way it should be.
Picking up the candle again, I correct the mistake.

Five letters.

Uncountable drops of wax.
I let my fingers trace my creation
This time it is as it should be.

Perfect.

* * * * *

Thank you for teaching me through your pain. I am still learning.
The book is in front of me, showing me what I need to know.
I will never forget that one word....

16 May 2008

She's my man

For all those of us who like to strangle our men lovingly...

Scissor sisters -
She's my man
Listen on youtube

This town was built on muddy stilts
By the lunatic parade
It rains like revelations
Gonna wash these freaks away
Some girls wanna hold your hand
And some girls like to pray
Well my girl takes her drinks
With dust and rusty razor blades

As I lie between these covers
I wanna tell her that I love it
When she chokes me in the
Backseat of her riverboat 'cause

She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-contro
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

Someday soon, this dank lagoon's
Gonna sink right into hell
They'll hide you from big ida
At the sho' enough hotel
The ladies of the evening's just
A tombstone in your bed
Well my girl eats a wounded preacher'
Tween two loaves of bread

I know she's up to something
But how can I run when she's just
Keel-hauled twenty-one to nothing
I'll stay next to the steel coal oven 'cause

She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

All you need's just a fist of a tear-stained bunny
When the good ship comes to town
Who said loves a bitch'll sit next to me honey
Because this old boat's gonna run aground
I don't want to be the burden
Or your jealous bastard
I don't wanna be the tarzan of your next epic disaster

She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

She's my man, can't you feel her comin'
She's my man, she's gonna keep you runnin'
She's my man, she's gonna teach you something
She's me, she's my man

14 May 2008

An unexpected reunion.

I have had the pleasure of getting back in touch with an old classmate of mine.

We had not spoken for 14 years, basically half of our lives.

A lot had happened, and it was fun finding out what he had been up to.

Hey, I am a woman, I do like gossip!

The conversation quickly deteriorated. It all started with a misspelled word, writing cock instead of cook. Joyful banter followed, and all of a sudden it became blatantly obvious that he was after something entirely different than just an update.

He was trying to impress me with his "vast" experience in sexual activities!

I sat there in amazement as he explained to me that he had had, and still had, a crush on our 5th grade teacher. That crush had lead to him having sexual encounters with older women. He loves treating women like porn objects, and after a while explained that he had the same fate in mind for me. Meanwhile, I am getting more and more bored.

Conversation exert, not for the faint of heart....

- I just love wet pussies, he stated.

- Oh, is that so?

(Don't most straight or bi men?)

-Yeah, I remember this one older woman who texted me after we met at work.

- Really?

(The only woman perhaps?)

- Yeah, she told me exactly what she wanted to do with me.

- Ah, a woman who knows what she wants.

(Could she be dominant?)

-As soon as I got in the door, she got down on her knees.

- I see.

(Apparently not, boooring!)

- Yeah I have had such slutty women. Women that like a hard cock everywhere. I have had sex with several women at once, and and I have shared women with a friend.

- You have been lucky then.

(Do you really want to compare notes with me?! Boy, did you pick the wrong woman!)

9 May 2008

For all ladies, and sportsmen out there

This was sent to me by one of my Lady friends abroad.
It certainly put a smile on my face!

http://www.iltasanomat.fi/videot/urheilu/1528434


Background:
An Austrian rugby team loses big in Vilnius: 0-48. Their way of dealing with the situation is a public strip show whilst singing "singing in the rain."

A very good way to do it if you ask me!

Notice the discipline of the men, as well as the young boy towards the end of the film.
I wonder what he learnt on that day.

I wish I was the one calling out the commands to that team!

4 May 2008

Government funded whipping

Yet another piece of news...

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In the Swedish town of Uppsala, not far from its capital Stockholm, the citizens are prepairing for an arts festival. However, this year it will be kinkier than most.

The arrangers of the festival, funded by the local authorities, have joined forces with a group of kinksters called Pink. Pink and its members will provide visitors with free whippings, and will also receive whippings from curious spectators. Of course, those only wanting to view the activities are welcome as well.

After all, whipping is considered performance art!

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Government funded whipping.. yes I can definately live with that. I have the whips, now where do I send the application?

1 May 2008

www = Wonderful web wishes

The www is full of wonderful items.. here are some of them!'