From the Infamous Soapbox - Sorry but, I feel this is WORTH a fair shake and rant:

The English language is patriarchal with a hint of double standard and at times degrading to the female counterpart. Men are praised for the notches on their belts while women are chastised for the same behavior(s).

Historically in society, the labels of "slut" and "whore" have been used with negative connotation. The difference being a "slut" does it for free while a "whore" is paid. Both labels hold the implication of one (typically - a woman) who is sexually loose and promiscuous with little character. I don't necessarily agree with the socially constructed connotations surrounding these two terms.

As I was browsing the internet to research the social construction of these popular labels, I came across a blog article that just made so much sense. Essentially, the argument came down to the term "slut" doesn't necessarily mean an individual (again - typically referring to a woman) is sexually promiscuous with low moral character. This blog happened to mention that the term "slut" can actually be positive depending on the TYPE of  "slut" you consider yourself to be - essentially, it is all about personal perception. The blog defined 5 categories of sluts: (1) The Slut Who Genuinely Loves Sex, (2) The Slut Who Uses Sex to Find Self-Esteem, (3) The Slut Who Uses Sex to Rebel, (4) The Slut Who is "Like a Virgin", and FINALLY (5) The Slut Who Sleeps Around to Get Ahead. 

The problem with categorization then becomes the gray area. What the blog fails to distinguish is one can be or define herself as more than one type of "slut". For instance, if I am going to label myself as a "slut" I fit into two categories - I am one that finds sex pleasurable and always "Like a Virgin". But, hey, when not into the vanilla scene every experience can be a new adventure.

Just because I happen to enjoy sex and prefer "Like a Virgin" experience(s), doesn't mean I am sexually promiscuous with multiple partners. Even within the context of a "vanilla" relationship, one can "sleep around". Typically, I am quite the opposite. I typically engage intimately very selectively. Yet, because my kinks and jollies come from "atypical" activities, I have been labeled as a "slut".

I will admit, for awhile I did find the label quite derogatory and a bit offensive. However, I had to remember social construction and years of institutionalization create our perception(s). I believe that in order for one to shatter the negative connotation(s) associated with certain terms, embrace them. For instance, label me a "slut" if you wish - but, I will openly and proudly admit I find sex very pleasurable and enjoy having sex with a monogamous partner. It is enjoyable... and NEWS FLASH - sex serves as more than a mechanism of procreation.

Until Later,

~XOXOXOXOXO

Ms. Mandi - Candi

He is like a shot of morphine

Straight to the heart He makes me feel alive

Bringing to life my passion inside

Finally freed by the rush

Free to break the bondage and inhibition

And revel in the pleasures

Denied by thy self and social convention

The pleasures that can take me on a trip around the sun

While sinful, lustful and impure oh so fun

An addiction I cannot break

An addiction leaving me craving more

To my heart this is pure  

“Normality” is a socially constructed concept. The terms “normal” and “normality” are relative to the individual. My “normal” just happens to be 50 shades of fucked up and a deviation from the social norm. While it is not accepted as the social “normality” it is my “normal”. But, I am now more comfortable with letting my freak flag fly. I am no longer bound and oppressed by fear of judgment.

For me, “normal” does NOT entail anything within the realm of vanilla. While I accept the vanilla in my professional life, it is too boring for the day to day. I become easily bored with routine. I am one that once I am bored, it is hard to regain my focus and attention. Perhaps it is the faulty wiring or perhaps my personality. Whatever the case may be, I am who I am. Now don’t twist it – my boredom doesn’t cause me to seek out other people, I just find creative ways to fulfill myself and my own interest. I am a monogamous kink.

I will openly admit it – I enjoy D/S. D/S brings out a side of me that is liberating and freeing. It pulls on deep rooted desires in which I lust, crave, want, desire, and need. I have denied these desires long enough. I am fully willing to accept who I am and own up to my social “abnormality”. I want and need to be true to myself. I need a person who will accept me for who I am as a person and not try to censor me.   

Trying to deny demons that lurks within

I can no longer hide the depth to which my sins begin

In the darkest depths my demons lurk

A place where my desires are free to roam

Where I am in a judgment free zone

A depth at which the pleasure stratosphere prevails

In which my most sinful pleasures lie

It is now the time to be true to thy self

A time to set my demons free

Releasing all inhibition and uncertainty

Time to release these beasts and be free

I am left spent and physically exhausted. My head is swimming in a haze of deep pleasure. It is as if I am Haley's Comet - lost somewhere in the stratosphere.  HE sent me into an out-of-this world haze and I am not ready to crash and burn.

HE is suave and charming - the kind of fellow that knows exactly how to operate with the ladies. HE is  the one in the crowd who is attentive, captivating, hospitable, and eloquent. The man to sit across from you in a booth and have meaningful discussions over a glass of Cabernet. The man who's raw sexual magnetism is your undoing.

Looking deep into HIS eyes, I am captivated and entranced by HIS suave, charm, and sexual magnetism. I have fallen in a trance to HIM. The twinkle in HIS eye and boyish grin is enough to thaw any icy heart.  When reaching for my hand HE grabbed my deepest, darkest desires. HE struck a place that freed lust and craving from their emotional bondage. HIS affect over me made me want to submit to HIM. My submission to HIM would allow me to be plunged into an outer body haze of pleasure.

I allow HIM to lead me into the "playroom". Once I cross the "playroom" threshold I know my place. My place is to be a pet and serve HIM. To make sure I know my place, HE places a collar around my neck. In my collar, HE has the freedom to use me how HE pleases.

HE likes to gag and tether me on all fours. As I am displayed to HIM in this manner, HE loves to torture my nipples. While I want to scream out in pain, my body is flooded with pleasure. OOOOH... PLLLLEEEEEAAASSSSSEEEE Sir! I beg and plead for HIM not to stop.

HE can tell I am close. My body tenses preparing for release. Just as I am about to topple over the edge, the pleasure ceases. UGGGGHHHH! I hate this wicked little game HE plays.  But it is this game that makes me crave and lust for HIM.

HE begins to sensually kiss me and caress me as HE waits for my body to settle and relax. Mmmm... HIS touch is lustful. I crave it! I allow myself to succumb to HIS touch. As my body relaxes, HE assaults my sensitive pussy and ass. The sudden assault consumes me with pleasure overload. I squirm to get try and free myself from HIM. I am not ready to cum and dip into a fog of deep pleasure this quickly.

HE shows no mercy. HE urgently and rhythmically continues HIS assault. AAAAAGHHHHH! It feels so GREAT! I can not stop my body from the pleasure overload. I begin to drip. I squirm, trying to contain the flood. HE slaps my thighs  to make me keep my legs spread. That slap across the thighs sends me over the edge - I begin to squirt.

As I continue to cum, HE rams HIS throbbing cock into my pussy and begins to pump. The pleasure of HIS cock keeps me plunged into a haze of pleasure somewhere in the Stratosphere. I am vaguely aware HE is close. In a disconnect, I am vaguely aware HE is pulling out. HE is standing in front of me. HE pulls me up by my collar. I allow a low moan of pleasure to escape my lips. HE busts HIS nut all over my face.

I moan in pleasure - blanketed in my own stratosphere of pleasure. As I begin my descent back, I am vaguely aware that HE is removing my collar and placing me on HIS chest in bed. I feel HIS hands massaging and caressing my body in reward. Mmmm... HE allows me to return from the stratosphere of pleasure at my own rate. So much more pleasurable than the crash and burn.

I am wound like a top. The tension has reached its climatic peak. I desperately seek release. I know the ONLY way to obtain the release I so desperately need and seek is to spiral out of control. The way to spiral out of control - SUBMISSION!

Lub-Dub! Lub-Dub! I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. My breathing is becoming shallow and erratic. Even in the most vulnerable of positions, my body is betraying me. I am becoming aroused at the mere thought of how HE will choose to use me, control me, and ultimately own my mind and body.

My heart skips a beat in time as I hear the door to the "play palace" softly open. My breathing has gone from erratic to irregular. Even though I cannot see, I feel HIS presence. I cannot speak to beg. Oh so frustrating. I want HIM to touch me... I crave and lust for HIS touch.

The gears are turning... So many interesting scenarios to consider. Perhaps I may be considered a freak. However, the idea of humiliation and embarrassment is a turn-on. Hmm... perhaps this is what I need!

My heart flutters as HE enters the room... I cannot see HIM,  but I can sense HIS presence. The sound of the door shutting lightly, the scent of HIS cologne, the light padding of HIS footsteps. Subconsciously, I bite my lip in that way as HE draws closer. I can feel my lust burning for HIM. I let a small moan escape my lips. I am helpless, open, and vulnerable to HIM!