This has gotten out of hand! I logged into CM and got a pop up of some porn sites, with a video playing. I try to avoid looking at those sort of photos and such, and now even when trying I can't avoid them. How gross!

A quote from the profile of another alleged slave:

"i do believe that a relationship can be built on a few differences and a lot of similarities

…So, first, the few differences…

i am slim and relish to serve a, Voluptuous,Rubenesque, Full-Figured, BBW Goddess

i am submissive and eager to bow to a No-nonsense, Blunt, Powerful, Dominant Mistress

…And now the lot of similarities…

i am impatient to be humiliated by aDegraderess 

i am excited at the idea of being facefuckedby a Straponess

i am enthusiastic when worshipping the entire body of a Facesitteress

i am willing to drink the nectar of a Golden Showeress

i am keen to be faceslapped by a Whipstress

i am ready to be spat on by a Squirteress

i am prepared to have my cum forced fed by an Agressoress

i am thrilled to be verbally abused by aCurseress

i am primed to be forcefully gagged byDildoress

i am disposed to wear bodily fluids by aSnotress

i am motivated to have insults written on my body by a Dehumanizeress

…Moreover, i have a head on my shoulders and You must have one too, capable of making the distinction between playing and real life, being drugs and disease free, being able to communicate on another level…i can further describe myself as not being a pain slut, but more a humiliation whore, craving to use my tongue and body to satisfy any desire of an imaginative Sorceress who does not shy away from intensity …"

Where is the work? Where is the usefulness? Where is he talking about doing anything to make her happier, more comfortable, supporting her in achieving her goals, or  doing anything actually slave-like? Sounds to me like he wants to find himself a lover, who acts really mean and kinky in the bedroom,but, considers the rest of life "real" and the kinky activities "play". 

That is not BDSM and that is not being a slave. It's just being a vanilla-driven kinkster. Well, not just ... because, it is also really selfish, self-centered, rude, disrespectful and completely unattractive. If I was the sort of woman who would do all those things, I still wouldn't be interested, just because men talking that way screams "USER!" I'd want to be in a relationship with someone who wasn't just out for his own sexual thrills.

You know what I wait for? Someone with some gumption, as they used to say. You know, someone who would see what I am saying, assess their abilities and have the nerve to say to me - because they want to serve so badly and they have considered all the angles that they have reason to know about - something like:

"Ma'am, I only have a very limited income and I have a wife and kids to take care of, and she keeps track of most of the money, so I couldn't serve you, financially, outside of maybe buying a piece of equipment here and there, over time. But, what I could do is help you with fixing some things around the house, cleaning, and - hey did you ever hear about FreeCycle? If you found things that you wanted on there, that would help make your yard look better or to furnish your home, clothes that would fit you or whatever else you wanted, I'd do my best to go and fetch them for you, even if it meant putting in the time and effort to shovel up gravel, take apart cabinetry, or renting a bigger truck for a short time. I'd just tell my wife I was helping out someone, which wouldn't be a lie. I just want to serve, in the way that I can."

Or, even something like " I have long work hours and a pretty tight schedule, so I can't come serve you every day and may not ever be able to come physically do the work, but, perhaps I could serve you by hiring people to come do the work and we could dedicate the time I could spend with you to training in discipline and pain play?"

Or, even "I'll pay you $50 to allow me to come over and you put me in a cage for at least an hour. That's all I want to do. I don't want to serve you, but, I'll be obedient while I'm there with you and I'll bring the cage and clean up any mess afterward."

Or, even "I have no money to give, for real, and no car for the FreeCycle thing and no desire to be caged, Mistress, but, if you'll consent to making me a chore list and coming over to make me do it, once a week and thwack me for not moving fast enough, like you talked about before in your journal entry, I will also come over and clean your kitchen really well, once a week or some other room if you'd prefer to switch." 

Or, even " I have no money, I have no job. I'm on unemployment right now and struggling to pay rent, which is about $800 including utilities and plus groceries and all that. Would you let me pitch a tent in your back yard and use your bathroom and kitchen and wash clothes, so that I can save some money while I am looking for work?  If you say yes, I'll give you $100 toward the utilities I'll be using and pay an equal percentage of the grocery bill and eat whatever it is you think we should be eating."

You know: someone who is thinking, who is trying to find a way to get what they need or really, really want, without trying to force other people to do things that they don't want to do or otherwise seeking to take unfair advantage of me.

I know there are people who think that way, but, the ones that I have encountered have it ingrained in them that it is more polite to offer nothing and ask for sex than it is to actually just ask a bold question concerning addressing their actual needs. Weird! I have nothing against people attempting to fulfill their needs, or to attempt to find a way to make themselves happy in a way that doesn't harm others. Let's do that!

The short version of my distinction between subs and slaves is this: 

Subs are primarily for fun, but, are sometimes also useful; slaves are to be useful,but, are sometimes also for fun.

Good morning, peoples! Acts chapter 7 (and the priorily unread ones that led up to it) read this morning Good, good advice in those chapters, including about how men kept for unnatural purposes cannot enter God's kingdom.

Which leads me to the subject at hand (see the journal entry directly below for more information) which is that I was recently asked about how I reconcile my being a Christian with BDSM. Took a while for him to ask it in a way that didn't sound like a load of prying or judgment, but, he finally did make it clear that he was asking because he is a Christian and is having a great deal of difficulty doing so, himself.

Actually, I have far more trouble reconciling being on this site and being Christian than anything more directly related to BDSM. This site has very little to do with BDSM and his heavily geared toward sexual play and fetishism, there are pornographic images, and people keep offering me really nasty things that I don't want, there definitely are men who are being kept for unnatural purposes and many of them who beg me to keep them for unnatural purposes. 

This is the point where you do not write to me and tell me to stop judging you, because, when you do write to me in that way, you are actually judging me. If you wish to live your life that way, it is your business; but, it has nothing to do with either Christianity or BDSM. You may say you practice either or both, but, if your focus is on sex, kinky activities, or doing things that can cause the black plague to rise up and smite us all (*ahem* toilet people) then you are, in fact, not practicing either but are, perhaps, only loosely associated with one, the other, or both. Your loose associations do not concern me, so long as you are not attempting to direct my life or be enslaved within it.

There didn't use to be BDSM, you understand, because, it used to just be called "life". In life, many people were enslaved, including people who were enslaved as apprentices, servants, children of the house, serfs, peasants, etc. Many of those people had some mild rights under the law, but, they were subject to the will of another.  In theory, in most cases, everyone was subject to God, but, the High King was not subject to any other man; except as he had to allow concession and, sometimes, pleasures, to make his rulership work, for instance.This  was "total power exchange' because while he did not have to listen to the Queen, the Princes, the peasants or serfs, or his slaves or servants, it was going to go a lot better for him if he occasionally did and this was an understood and accepted part of life. 

The apostles were bought as slaves to the Christ and elevated to be his brothers, and they were all in union with him as a slave to God. Yet, they were still subject to following the teachings of the Christ, having bound themselves to him, by God. They were given help by God, through Jesus, and in turn they did their will. .They were exhorted to follow certain rules and live by certain standards, to work tirelessly in service to God, to go out with only the clothes on their back and to earn their food and lodging. Doing this, they were often given help in time of need, given the words to say, and helped in the work they were sent forth to do. This is total power exchange.

Western society is based on the unnatural belief that slavery, indentured servitude, ownership of one's children and spouse, are wrong. This denial of reality causes much conflict, unnatural and violent reactions, a cooling off of emotional attachments, street gangs, strife, enmity and other selfish actions. Your spouse is an entity unto themselves, with no responsibility toward you and you none toward them? They do not live for you and you do not make your choices based on bolstering up both them and your marriage? Then, what is the point of marriage? Of course your spouse belongs to you and you to them, and one must sacrifice one's time, energy, finances and whatever else one has, to some extent, in the feeding of the marriage union and in seeking to fulfill the needs and at least some of the desires of one's spouse. If both people are doing as they should, this is total power exchange. And, this is what God does tell us to do with our spouses.

In fact, in one of the chapters I was reading today, it was said that the husband does not exercise authority over his own body, but, his wife does; and the wife does not exercise authority over her own body, but, the husband does. Take that along with the marriage vows, and, what you are being told to do is 1) Follow all the rules of your owner (God) 2) Treat your fellow slave with respect 3) Be subject to the needs of your fellow slave, treating him or her as your master, when it comes to sexual needs because you are restricted from having sex with others and you are ordered to sexually please them 4) Think of them constantly, because your master wishes it that way and as you think of them you must also think of him, understand that he has given you this other slave to be both your servant and master by proxy, and you must remember to give him thanks and to show your appreciation.I could go on. I think you see my point, though.  

BDSM is a denial of the unreality of persons who wish to live so unnaturally that they believe no one owns anyone, no one should ever be punished/ that it is better to let crime run rampant and be sexually indiscriminant  and then destroy the inconvenient people who have gone to far or been generated at an inconvenient time through the death penalty and abortion, than it is to teach discipline, engage in behavior modification or take responsibility not only for your own actions but also the actions of those whom belong to you.

Christianity is also the denial of the unreality of such persons. In both cases, the emphasis is on self control and discipline, control and discipline of others, making one's owner proud,  keeping one's property safe, and living life as it should be lived rather than as confused people insist it should be lived; yet, following the laws of man up to the point where it is impossible to do so while living  as one has chosen to live. In Christianity, it is  said "until they conflict with the laws of God."  In BDSM, it is a matter of mutual consent between parties. 

BDSM does not have to include God within it, but, with or without God being involved, it has many of the same elements as natural life and as Christianity and the way societies used to be structured. So, there is no reason why God cannot be included in it, and, in fact, good reason why he should be, since that gives added focus to self control, discipline, rule planning, and the leading of one's property.

In all likelihood, that is not the answer he was seeking, because it is all philosophical and most people choose to dwell on the more practical. Such as, if you are serving someone and they want to stick a  dildo up your butt, make you have sexual relations with someone who is the same sex with you and then pretend to be a dog for a while, maybe even letting another dog ride you, how do you remain in union with the Christ.

The answer is that you do not. You should only serve people, or be served by people, who are willing to make concession for your needs, and if you are Christian then your needs include monogamous sex inside of marriage to a spouse of the opposite sex or no sex at all. And, as someone engaged in BDSM, you need things to be safe, sane and consensual. That scenario doesn't allow for either sort of need, so, don't be in it.

However, there is much that can be done to and with a slave that does not conflict with the laws of God and that by intent do not conflict with the laws of man. One should not seek to incite lust, engage in thievery, act with anger, cheat on one's spouse, etc. One can, however, take a slave, tie them up, whip them and stick them under a couch, because it is enjoyable, in some way or another, to you both and who is to say it is wrong? It is consensual, and while it is weird it does no damage so it is safe and that makes it sane. It is not inciting lust, committing murder or adultery, stealing anything, or taking someone away from God. So, why not? 

The short answer, then, is that one reconciles them by actually reconciling them, and recognizing that the rules that God has set forth are RULES. You dedicate yourself to them and always put them above those of your owner, just as you have been told to follow the laws of man until they conflict with the laws of God; and, as an owner, you remember the part in the Bible wherein masters are told to remember that how they treat their slaves is how God sees that they think slaves should be treated, and that they belong to God so they should be careful to treat their slaves as they would be treated by God.

The end.

some alleged slave: hi, id be interested in knowing more about you, particularly your 2 named interest and how they relate to slavery. thank you

Me: And, I care, because?  I am not here to answer survey questions or to be interviewed. I am not on offer. Slaves offer themselves, owners decide if the slave is suited

Me (over 8 hours later): You do sound rather interesting; but, as I said on my profile, and in my journal entries - somewhere or another - a real slave doesn't need to know all the details of my life to know IF to serve. They need to know if I will accept their actual needs, including their needed limitations, and if I want them to serve me.

You may read my journal entries, if you want to know more. I have no problem with that, but, I will not answer questions of the nature you asked, especially when they have already been answered as well as they can be answered without knowing the particular talents, skills and resources associated with the slave. 

If you might be interested in serving me, you need to tell me why I would want you to, and that includes how you can serve the two interests on my list, if you can; what these trigger fetishes are; talents; skills; relative income; if you can relocate; how you can relocate or otherwise make yourself available for use; costs of anything that would be a constant in the way you live now (if you must remain there) or even if you should be living with me (gas, car insurance, child support, taxes, costs related to work life (clothes, equipment, union fees); needs related to staying in touch with family or friends, keeping a mobile on you at all times for work (if on call); religious or spiritual needs, including restrictions on eating, dancing, drinking, etc.; religious beliefs if you are not some form of Christian because there are beliefs that I will not accept into my home; and a photo of your face would not be remiss, as what is in one's eyes often tells more than anything else. That is not strictly necessary for now, though.

There is a reason I am doing it this way. Things have somehow gotten reversed on this site, wherein the alleged slaves expect to be pursued, wooed, given promises and guarantees, told all information about the alleged dominants and auditioned for. It's disgusting.

Anyone who wants to be a slave, not just a fetishist or a lover that gets spanked sometime or a sex partner, will pursue being a slave and in the world of BDSM that means them acting as their own seller, too, more often than not.

I have never owned a slave that did not come to me, pursue me, beg me and give me cause to believe that they would be an asset to my life, that was not willing to mold themselves to my needs, and that did not give me their all - except what little must be reserved for God. I will not do so, now.

some alleged slave: 

WOW! you said your name is madramblinngs? :-) just teasing. that was a written masterpiece. Thank You.

I originally wrote because i was and am curious about your Christianity and how you reconcile it with BDSM if you at all do.

Beyond that, i as a slave am not expecting to be pursued as you alluded. All i want is to be able to build a basic rapport with you to see if there is a real basis for moving forward in slavery at all. This type of relationship is no different in that regard from any other. People are people. You aren't a mechanical domme and me not the same as a slave. We have to relate. People relate by communicating.

Me:  

Yes, it's like any other relationship - where in one does not expect to be friends, lovers or family. Such as employer/employee, co-workers, professional and person consulting them (therapist, life coach, etc.). Screw your rapport. I have no time to waste with someone who thinks being a slave is like dating.

Goodbye.

Another example of someone who does not get it. Proves never to trust a "slave" whose very ID claims that he is elite. Pfffttt!

Update: 

some alleged slave: you are a character thats for sure.

 Me: I'm sure your opinion matters to someone. It's not me. Go find them, is my suggestion. I'm interested in slave(s).

I think I've decided what I want to do with the house; not the one that is for sale, but, the one I can take, and to some extent have taken, over. Of course, it depends on getting the last chick to leave the nest!

The front room, where the kitchen and dining area is, shall obviously remain the kitchen. The other part will be a multi-purpose room for artwork, use of laptop, small living room, dining and library. This will involve a lot of shelves, including the removal of most of the kitchen cabinets, which will be replaced with shelving. Also, may involve the replacement of the refrigerator, which, quite frankly, spends too much time freezing things. Though this could be a problem with the temperature of the home it resides in, as it seems to work better in the wintertime. It will almost certainly involve replacing the kitchen sink with a "farmhouse' type sink. Definitely some of the seating would need to be for storage and/ or something that would double as sleeping space for guests. 

The smaller bathroom will have it's tub replaced with something prettier and deeper, maybe have the walls immediately around the tub tiled instead of having the ugly tub surround. Almost certainly, the floor would need to be tiled. The sink cabinet would need to be replaced by a pedestal sink of some sort, and there would need to be dowel or rack shelving put in - ie: something that is fairly flat to the wall, that can hold towels and have baskets hung off of it. Pegboard with some towel rods that fit it would work.

The smaller bedroom would be set up as a proper office, including (unless I get one for the whole house) it's own air conditioning unit (window or one of those weird ones made out of computer parts); a ceiling fan/light combo; a futon chair or two with frame so that there is sitting and sleeping room in it, and a proper desk with shelves, permanent speaker stands and camera mount. So, it could be used as an office and a guest room, if need be.

The back room (that should be the living room, by plan) would be partially walled in mirror, with barres of different heights, including the kind for Callanetics work, on the walls; have a weight bench and set of free weights,storage for things like jump ropes, exercise tapes, and a television or monitor hooked up to a DVD player for the sake of exercising or entertainment, and a couple of comfy chairs to sit on to rest after exercise or to watch movies.

Obviously, the big bedroom would be my bedroom and the bathroom off of it would be my bathroom.There would need to be tiling done, possibly replacing the shower surround that exists now (definitely getting a door for it and fixing the crack in the floor), replacing the cabinet for the sink and the addition of lots of shelving. Also, the addition of a bathroom door. 

The little side patio area would be well-shaded from above and the laundry lean-to would be made a little larger. Then, that area would become a proper patio, with comfortable seating and a table, for when people visit and it is a pleasant day for sitting outside. 

In the back, there would be a proper garden, for beauty and for eating, with meandering path, a built in barbecue grill, solar lighting, benches, a fountain, etc.

There would also be a small "natural" pond, suitable for light swimming, and an arched footbridge that goes over it and a small hill built into the landscape that would house the storage shed for garden tools and equipment inside it. Just because it would be pretty!

The front porch would be elongated, both roof wise and floor wise, to be the entire length of the front of the house, and be widened to allow ample space for such things as a porch swing or hammock chairs, side tables, and maybe an outdoor day bed or some benches with storage for things such as hoses.

And, of course, the driveway would be changed, if possible (I think it would involve getting permits)to a half crescent drive that would involve the vehicle coming in through the first part of the privacy wall (when the gates were open), and around through the front courtyard, where there would be additional seating and garden work in the embrace of the crescent, as well as access to the front porch. There would be more wall extending from the house, on both sides, to separate the front courtyard from the back courtyard and garden, so that they could only be accessed through the house or through a locked gate. 

And, that is so I could have my family and friends over, but, they would not be surprising us when we were out back, being nude or mostly nude, and being our owner and owned selves. 

And, where would you be? Maybe, across the street with the other slaves, maybe in the storage shed, maybe sleeping outside on one of the sleeping places, or on the roof in a portable hammock, or in a tent that you would have to pitch each night in the garden, or sleeping on the floor of the exercise room, or sleeping at the foot of my bed, or in a closet. Or, maybe in a nearby apartment. I don't know! I don't know you, yet.

This is ugly:

This is beautiful:

If you cannot understand the difference, or see what I see, I cannot help you.

Good morning, lovely peoples!

Boy, are there are lot of you that just don't get it. If you can't fit in with a Christian lifestyle and you can't stand writers, there is no point! If you think I am the one who should be pursuing you, showing you my skills and auditioning for you, there is no point! 

You are the one who wants to be a slave? Act like it! If you can't figure out your own "selling" points, then, find someone else to help you figure it out. 

For me, I only want real slaves, who really want to work hard, submit, be used in all manners that I wish to use them. Oh, see, there are two words that are emphasized there: I, as in me, not someone you hope I will turn out to be but who I actually am; wish, as in desire, as in I will not be using them in some way that I do not desire just to make them happy.

Though, it may be true that I may use them in ways that I know they desire and which I generally do not desire, but, on that day, I just happen to want to be nice, or see the look on their face, or make them lose control in a certain way. That's not a guarantee, though.

As a slave, if you have talents they will be put to my use IF I want them to be; if you have income, it will be put to my use IF I want it to be (with limits only being about your strict necessities); if you have skills, they will be put to my use IF I want them to be; and, yes, your sexuality is under my control as well, but, in the manner I wish it to be, not the manner in which you wish it to be.

Therefore, as I have said before, if you wish to serve me - even might wish to - you need to display your talents, skills, income, and needs; and, you need to give me reason to believe that you can serve the needs and desires of a dominant Christian woman who is a writer and a home owner.

You may read my journal entries to learn more about me as a person. It is not necessary, but,  it will give me reason to believe that you are more intelligent and sincere than others.

I get hundreds of applicants a week. What makes you stand out from the crowd?

Good evening, lovely peoples. 

Did around a mile in the pool, today; and, I concentrated more on proper walking technique than speed, and on doing more against the current than with the current. Plus, there were some stretches and other bits of exercise.

Started watching a zombie movie, tonight. Not a big fan of zombie movies, but, this one is pretty funny. No, not Zombie Land and not Shaun of the Dead, either It's called Dead Heads (Deadheads?) Anyway, haven't finished it, yet, as I got very tired and had to go home before I had to spend the night where I was. Probably will finish it in the morning.

Last night, the pregnant homeless girl came over and gave me a cigarette. I told her (as I told everyone) that I wanted beer and cigarettes; so she came over and told me she couldn't get me any beer, and then she gave me a cigarette. Don't know where she got it, but, it was a sweet gesture. Closest thing to BDSM play I've had in a wee while. lol

Oh, the long awaited house information is finally up. $48,510.00; 2 bedrooms, 2 full baths; 1004 sq ft (slightly bigger than the place across the street from it). The photos are not spectacular. Says it has minor repairs needed. Ceramic tile floors. It's probably worth the price. 

"Oh, Mistress, may I buy you that house?"   Err. .. no! Because, I do not know you and I suspect you of being a bullshite artist, like everyone else who ever asked such a question. It would be great, either that one or the one across from it, for slave quarters for 1 - 4 slaves, who could then step right across the street to serve. Yep!

What do I want out of a slave? 

A happy, healthy person who is focused on achieving goals that are worthwhile, such as helping others, knowing God better, bettering his health, bettering his education, taking care of his responsibilities to his family and his community. Someone whose life is not dedicated primarily to physical pleasures and pursuit of wealth. Or, at least, someone who wants to learn to be these things.

Someone who has a natural inclination towards friendliness, giving, sharing, obedience and helpfulness.

Someone who is prone to accepting people as they are and helping them to be the best them that they can be.

Preferably someone who is a bit mad, and who embarks on bouts of BDSM play with a smile on his face and can really relax into a good drubbing, revel in his time of being caged, and who can come out of a hot box with a smile on his face and a better idea for how to make healthy cupcakes than he had before he went in.

The sort of person who can balance "vanilla life" and "bdsm life" into just "life", the same way one balances "church life", "work life", "family life" and "time by oneself" life.

The kind of person who will say "Oh! This place IS a mess. Should I start now, wherever I see to? Or, should I wait until you tell me where and what to do?" With all the appropriate politeness, "Yes, Mistress" talk, etal, of course!

Someone who knows how to say "If you really want me to, I'll go to the store and get the beer and cigarettes, Mistress; but, you told me before that even if you order it, I probably shouldn't listen to you, so, which you should I be listening to right now?"

hee hee hee  That makes me sound like an alcoholic! I'm not. It's just that, most times I want beer and cigarettes, its because I am coming down with a flu or cold, and, for some reason, that makes me want to drink and smoke. So, yeah, when I really have the urge, it is the worst time to have someone around who will obey me and go get them. Go figure! 

Anyway ...

Do you see what I am talking about? I want someone who is PROUD to be a slave, but, not full of pride; who is grateful to kneel and kiss one's foot, but, is not groveling incessantly; someone who is giving, but, is not looking to be stolen from; someone who is, in fact, very positive and happy in their slaveship.

Good morning, people of CM, though as I  say this often and no one ever replies, perhaps I should greet you with "Hope a fly lands in your coffee, this morning!" ? No, because that would be by way of ruining my morning, not yours.

A quote from a message someone sent me: 
"My thoughts may be asked ad taken into consideration but in reality decision is my owner's."  

Yes, I realize it is missing an n, but, it is still beautiful; and, just goes to show you that slaves (or those who wish to be) do not have to be perfect, to give you what you need. Which is good to know, since  I will not be anywhere close to perfect, myself, for quite some time to come! I'm assuming ...

The reason for the quizzes of last night is that it has, in fact, been an extremely long time since I had anything like a style. Most of the money I had went to rent and child support, for most of my adult life, and what I did have to spend on clothes was mostly spent in thrift stores an Ross Dress For Less, Family Dollar, Dollar General and Sears for the serious sales. Which, that was mostly about finding something I could afford, that was comfortable enough to wear at home and, preferably, capable of taking me through a job interview. 

So, I have some blouses and such that are still very nice, but, they are not "me". Only, now, it has been so long that I am no longer quite sure what is "me". I mean, fashions change, as do body shapes, as do lifestyles. 

I haven't owned slaves in a long time, reveled in the creation of art in a long time, or otherwise been myself in a long time, on many levels. So, should I find myself in a position to do, again, as is best for me ... well ...

If one has been starved, and is presented with food, there is a tendency to grab what is nearest to hand rather than picking and choosing among what is most nutritious. In the same manner, if I found myself able to actually build a wardrobe, decorate a home, select a hairstyle or whatever the case may be, I recognize that there would be tendency to want to do a broad sweeping clearing out of the old and replacement with the new. It would not be in my best interest to do so, and it would result in a lot of things being taken back, sold or given away.

The quizzes, then, were to help me think about who I am now, rather than who I was when I had to give up so much. Maybe I am still the person who wants to wear long black t-shirts, 501's, high tops,  jump boots, blue velvet leggings and copious amounts of black eyeliner and have weird hair. Maybe I'm not. 

The way one dresses, the place one lives, should reflect who one is. There is very little I have seen, when window shopping, that can be said to have done that. There is even less at home.

Window shopping is a voyage of self discovery, as much as quiz taking. I don't think men understand that, in general; and, I'm not sure that women do. It is, though, in part, why women so much enjoy it; but, you note, most of them enjoy it less when they get out of their teenage years.

Taking some quizzes. This one, even though some of the questions really didn't have a clear answer, did alright by me:

http://www.lhj.com/lhj/quizp?quizId=/templatedata/lhj/quiz/data/WhatsYourStyleQuiz_09202002.xml

Your Style Is: Subtly Sexy

You're magnetic, sensuous, and full of life. You love to laugh, indulge in delicious food and drink, and be touched by someone you love -- anything that tickles your senses. You've got charm and charisma, and seem to enchant everyone you meet.

Your clothes reflect your sexy nature. You relish the feel of luxurious fabrics against your skin, and you dress to bring out your alluring side.

Your wardrobe staples:

• Wide-leg pants in silky materials that flow when you walk. 
• Long or short skirts in velvet, suede, and leather -- any material that feels wonderful.
• Wrap tops that show off your shape.
• Camisoles, tees, and light sweaters with details like lace, a ruffle, or embroidery. 
• Sexy, strappy heels. 
• A glittery, oversized ring that catches the eye.

It's not perfect, but, yeah, it'll do!

http://www.marieclaire.com/fashion/trends/street-style-quiz

They told me I am hipster hot, I know my trends and I'm always on them or something like that. Uhm .. no!

Look! It does exist, still, if the profile I am quoting is to be believed. It's far away and not relocatable, but, it does exist, still. Life is good. There is hope.:
"IF YOU WANT A REAL HOUSEBOY AND ERRAND BOY (NOT ONE WHO WANTS TO "BARTER" FOR SESSIONS BUT ACTUALLY GETS SATISFACTION ONLY FROM THE ACTUAL WORK), I AM A TRUE SERVICE-ORIENTED SLAVE, I AM SINCERE, UNIQUE, AND LOW-MAINTENANCE!  Please read further if you have had houseboys who wanted more than just doing housework, because I honestly only want that!  NO WHIPS, BONDAGE, PRODDING NEEDED... I am very serious about this!

I am seeking to be a houseboy/errand boy for a woman somewhere within CT/NY/MASS area.  I would consider relocation, and do travel often as well.  My service can include all household chores, basic repairs (carpentry/painting/etc. and for work I cannot do myself, I can advise on best/cheapest route to do it), yard work, running errands, cheuffer, shopping, car-washing, etc. etc.  I also would enjoy giving body/foot massage, mani/pedicures, but do not wish to ever be intimate or use anything other than my hands for these services.  And of course, that would be just a bonus, not a requirement.

I am EXTREMELY SINCERE and lived this way with my ex-girlfriend for several years so I understand what it entails in reality, and not just fantasy!  I do not want anything sexual or any type of relationship other than to be a slave in the way described above.  

What I can offer:  Reliable (with reliable transportation/cell phone, etc.), sincerity, top descretion, good health, problem-solver, great availability (can be on-call most days), trust-worthy, and mostly, I am not needy and don't need "prodding" to do my work.  In fact, I am very much "into" the concept of being the most useful with the least effort on my Dommes part (I can explain this more later) but let's just say I would have much more fun cleaning your bathroom if you were laying on the couch or doing whatever you felt like doing than having you stand over me with a whip!  This is truely how my mind works, so I should be considered a very low-maintenance slave.  

In my profile, I did check some interests that do touch into some bdsm areas (like crops, chastity, etc.) but they are not required for me to serve, only "curiosities" which I checked off, so don't want to confuse.  I mainly want to just do real work for a Domme, as any form of "work" she does, completely defeats my desire to be useful to HER, not the other way around.

As I said, I was in a long relationship that was more intimate and I couldn't enjoy the special humiliation of being a non-sexual service slave, which is what I want now.  So I have experience, but not with many different Dommes, so I am looking for one to give me a try soon.  Please contact me."

Good evening, peoples of all sorts.

Spent a good portion of the day at the swimming pool. It takes so much longer to make a mile in the swimming pool than it does on dry land. I almost made three, today. 304 laps, out of the 321 necessary. 

If Jehovah is willing, I shall return there, tomorrow, but, mostly for the sake of play. Usually on Wednesdays, we take the boy and spend an hour or two mostly dilly-dallying and watching over him as he plays; sometimes we still get a few laps in, taking turns.

You may have noticed, those of you in communication with me, that I recently changed my interest list. There are now only two items on it, the one I live for, Christianity, and the one I love, writing.  To my mind,  as of the way I feel right now, to give more information than that is detrimental to the process of obtaining the right sort of slave(s).

If I say I love this alleged BDSM activity or I hate that one, it sets a tone that says to the potential slave that they may judge me based on these activities. It is not the place of a potential slave to judge  a potential owner based on what they love or hate to do. It is the place of a slave to accept what will be. Or, what? If I tell you that I want to whip you every day, at noon, and then I change my mind two months in and decide I'd rather spank you at 3 pm, will you cease to serve?  Not if you are a real slave you shall not.

When you come to me, you should know what your needs are, both to have in your life and to abstain from. You should base whether you wish to serve me on if it is possible for you to do and that is related to time and proximity; and, if I am willing to allow you those needs.

Queening is not a need, nor is being caged, wearing stockings, having something jammed up your bunghole, having your balls lopped off, being allowed to be nude in front of me or most other things you might fantasize over. Though, some of them may be a "need not", for now or for good. Not wanting to have your balls lopped off and requesting that there be a contract that makes it clear that you will not be physically damaged is perfectly reasonable! If you have moral objections to dressing in women's clothing, that is perfectly reasonable.

"Oh, but, Mistress: a slave has no rights!" you say? Bullshite. BDSM slaves put themselves up on the auction block, both as seller and sellee. The sellee has no rights, perhaps, but, the seller certainly has the right to stipulate under what conditions they will allow the slave to enter into service with anyone. They do not have the right to question the potential new owner about their lifestyle choices, cleanliness of their home, philosophy of life , political views, sexual habits, eating choices or any other of their private business, but, they do have the right to stipulate what must be done and what must not be done for the health, safety and future security of their property.

That I tell you I love to write and that I am a Christian is not something I have to tell you, but, something I choose to tell you, because they are so important to me that I would certainly be more interested in slaves who love Jehovah God and Jesus and/or who enjoyed reading, had any contacts with publishing houses, loved to write and who might be capable of making helpful suggestions.

Nothing else is your business. You know where I live, you know what I love, you know that I want to own slaves. You are free to read my journal entries and you might gain some useful insight into me, if you do  In the long run, though, if you are a real slave, you will make your choice based on that I am interested in owning and I am willing to accommodate your actual needs.

Thank you for your time.

I need somewhere to sit, where there is good lighting, a table, a fairly comfortable seat, an intelligent person or more who understand something of natural health and allergies, and someone to bring me tea and perhaps a cheeseless omelette.

That's what I need, to get my work done.

What a fantasy!

Good morning, lovely peoples! Good morning, creepy, lying, fake arse vanilla living majority! How are you this fine and frisky morning? 

Me? I'm peachy! My teeth are brushed, the Bible has been listened to and enjoyed for a few chapters, I have three strawberries nearby waiting to be eaten, and I might just go swimming today. Yaye, to all of them!

Here's a concept I'd like to share with you. I know it's a pretty radical one, and it might cause you to be a little lightheaded, maybe even make your knees knock a little, but, it's one that may free up a lot of wasted time and save oodles of frustration, so, I thought I'd better share it:

How about, as you are contacting me in the hopes of becoming my property, we go by my definitions and I take the lead? If that does not work for you, there is no point in our attempting to communicate in the first place!

Do you feel all right? Do you need to sit down? It only gets worse from here, I assure you.

If you think you are special, like you are doing me a favor by consenting to be considered to be by slave, I don't want you.

If you come at me with lists of demands or built-in prejudices, such as that a Mistress has to sit on your face with your nose up her ass or twat, just to command you, I don't want you.

If you think that the signs of dominance are a clean house,  long legs, fake tits and leather bustiers, I don't want you.

I want slaves. Slaves work. Whatever else they do, whatever else I do to them, they work.That is why they are called slaves. If I wanted a sex toy, I would say "I want a sex toy", but, I don't, and I didn't: I said I want slaves. 

I don't care what your definition of slave is,  nor what you think a Mistress has to do or not do - in any category - to also be considered a dominant. It's not your place to make the rules and if you make a bad choice based on your silly arsed assumption that you have that right (or any other silly arsed assumption) that is entirely your problem.

Here are some definition for you to bone up on, though, to help you make better choices, or at least better conversation:

BDSM: An acronym that stands for Bondage, Discipline,Sadism, Masochism.

Bondage: Slavery; the binding of the body; trust and trusting, keeping one's word

Discipline: training; being trained; teaching; being taught; learning

Behavior Modification:Punishment and/or reward system that is an effective means of discipline, such as slapping one's mouth for cussing or allowing a few minutes of indulgence in a fetish activity if the slave has been pleasing. Can be extreme or very light in tone, and I prefer a mixture of both.

Pavlovian Response: A trained automatic response to some form of stimuli, usually created through exhaustion, torment and torture.

Torment: Jailing, incarceration, physical bondage; denial of freedom of movement

Torture: The mild to severe inflicting of mental or physical discomfort, usually done on purpose; often a subset of discipline, behavior modification and employed in the creation of a Pavlovian response.

Sadism: Enslaving, desire to enslave, demanding, expectations of obedience even through pain or discomfort

Masochism: Desire to be enslaved, enslavement, accepting, giving obedience even through pain or discomfort.

Female: One sex of a race known as Man.

Goddess: false idol or false deity, intended to mislead others and take them away from God.

Slave: Owned worker in obedient servitude to its owner, person who has intentionally given up their freedom and must now rely on the judgment of their owner.

Master: He or she who owns the slave; teacher; someone of consummate skill in an area or subject.

Mistress: Female head of the household, whether her own or that of a man.

Dominatrix (domme): A female prostitute who sexually dominates others for pay.

Cruelty: The senseless creation of mental or physical discomfort in another being, in mild to severe form. 

Anger: A loss of self-control, usually followed by cruelty if left unchecked.

Financial Service: What one person willingly gives to another, by way of allowing them to use some or part of their money - which may be demanded, asked for,given as a present, or presented as a scheduled payment - for their comfort and amusement.

Financial Servitude: When one person willingly gives control of their finances to another person, as part of slaveship or as the primary means of being owned. Can include putting the other persons name as an authorized user of their credit card and bank account, power of attorney, signing over property; but, can be as mild as keeping what is needed for bills and survival and setting the rest aside for the amusement of the other person, if and when they should see fit to use it.

Freedom: The ability to be one's self. Some find their freedom by escaping slavery, some by engaging in acts of slave ownership, and some by being slaves. 

Sex: Any physical or mental act, thought or deed which is taken to purposely incite lust in one or more persons.

Lust: Selfish sexual response; unbecoming in slaves, especially, who should never be selfish.

Submissive: a person who enjoys having their body and mind manipulated by another, usually in a strictly sexual context; may include allowing another person to take the lead in the relationship to some extent.

submissive: The willing or unwilling giving in of one's will to another. Slaves are almost constantly submissive, by choice; submissives must be submissive at times, for their own peace of mind, but, it is not usually constant.

Dominant: A person who is playing the role of dominating another person.

dominant: Strong, self-assured, confident, complete unto one's self but capable of giving,sharing, protecting and leading others.

Dom: Male Dominant

dominance: one's dominant personality and presence, or apparent training to be Dominant.

domination: the wielding of one's dominance.

dominion: the rightful, given (by God or man) leadership over someone(s) else.

vanilla: 1) In the negative context, it is a term used to describe those who are inspired primarily by lust and greed, who do not understand BDSM and attempt to infiltrate and desecrate it through their low morality, by seeing and using it in terms of sex, lust, greed, envy, anger, cruelty, abuse, and neglect. 

             2) In the negative context, a term used to describe people who are so ruled by their own fear that they utterly fail to be themselves, and, worse, attempt to force you to live by their fears as well.

             3) In the positive context, anything that would appear to be normal and non-BDSM related to the majority of the world, such as fetching dinner, going to the movies, working 9 to 5, raising children, joining the PTA, not whipping the neighbors for what their dog did to your lawn, etc.

Christian: Believing that Jesus Christ is the first creation of God, the Master Worker of God, the one whom all other things were made, who later on was born as a man, suffered and died for our sins, was resurrected and is now ruling on his throne and judging us for our sins, as our King and the replacement father of mankind, taking the place of Adam as the perfect man who should be accorded the respect and reverence of a father; and, believing this, acting upon that belief by following the teachings of the Christ and those of his father, Jehovah, including preaching the good news of the Kingdom, not murdering, not committing adultery (even by purposeful thought), not engaging in homosexual acts, not dressing up men in pretense of them being women, not engaging in fornication, and not spending your time engaging in lying, cruelty, greed, gluttony or sloth; and, including helping others.

There are probably more things that need to be defined, and there are probably other things that could be added to those definitions, but, that's good enough for now.

Keep in mind that this journal entry is to help you understand where I am coming from and to help you decide if we could possibly be suited. It is not to tell you what your definitions must be, but, to tell you enough about what mine are.

Thank you for your time.

Absolute proof that someone is off in fantasy land, and in that land, no one knows how to behave sanely or eat pussy:

What I find very strange is the number of men who claim they can control a woman through the use of her body or claim they worship her and can be controlled through being allowed to give pleasure to her body, yet, do not understand female genitalia.

What I find even stranger is the number of women, whether they wish to be pleasured as a woman, be controlled through their body, or be pleasuring another woman, also do not understand female genitalia.
I know the western medical community has been awfully lax on learning about the female body, but, you know, you can just touch the darned thing and figure out how it works!

Quote from profile of man who identifies as submissive:

"A truly submissive man or woman cannot exits without their Mistress.  He/She does not feel whole unless each is serving Her and constantly yearns to be at Her feet.  Nothing in life gives a sub/slave greater joy than the pride each feels inside knowing that they alone are responsible for caring for their Mistress's needs. "

If some of that yearning can be done at work, or off in another room so that I can get my writing done, then I'm all for it!

Freshly off my profile. Taken off because it is a bit too focused on the negative; kept around, because it is truly representational, all the same:

To me, BDSM  is about flouting the conventions of society which restrict you from living by your true nature, when your true nature does no harm to others.

I do not like transvestites, transexuals, transgenders, drag queens or cross-dressers in my life, and so while I may talk to them I will never wish to own one, because they are not living up to their true nature, but, are trying to subvert nature and bend it to their will. It is self-denial, as the body is part of the full make-up of self.

I do not like people who seek to be broken down, dehumanized or who pretend to be pets too often, for the same reason. Again, it does not mean I won't talk to them, but, it does mean that I do not wish to own them.

I do not like people who want to be "forced" to serve, or "forced" into homosexual activity, for the same reason. 

And, I certainly do not like people who want to be ashtrays or toilets. That is so unnatural that I don't even want to talk to them, at all.

I like men who are men and women who are women, people who are social creatures to some extent; who like rules and structure, employ corporal punishment because it is an effective means of discipline and maybe even because it is good, clean fun.

BDSM is not unnatural, it is not fetish, it is not catering to your dark side, it is not evil, it is not shameful and it is not about doing things in a manner that disrespects the laws and beliefs of the societies we live in. 

Much of what transpires within the world of BDSM today is anti-BDSM. I recently read a caption on a photo, wherein a Mistress was claiming to be stimulating her puppy's clit with her foot. Only, it was not a puppy, it was a man, and as he was a man, he had no clit but he did have a penis.

If you have to be that untruthful, just to participate, perhaps you should go find something you are better at. Or, go find somewhere where that is more acceptable. BDSM is not about telling lies. 

There is some merit, ala Merlin pointing out things to Arthur, in studying and emulating animal behavior to some extent, but, there is no merit in actually asserting that a human is some other form of creature for more than minor role playing. 

Do you disagree with me? That's fine. This profile is not to cater to your whims, but, to explain myself so that those who do agree with my viewpoint, especially those who might wish to serve someone who is going to build them up and make them a better version of who they are rather than tear them down and use them, can find me.

24/7 intensive (you live nearby, place set up for slave play, total control of every aspect of your life, hard work, financial service absolutely required)

24/7  but less intensive (we stay in touch, we have an agreed upon amount of financial play, scheduled meetings for play and work, some occasional impromptu play and shopping trips or lunches or whatever)

24/7 long distance (agreed upon amount of financial play, you report to me, journal entries, videos showing you are doing your work, occasional visits)

All time slave, some time play (agreed upon fee, only for each session; agreed upon activities; agreed upon schedule; done my way; you provide equipment and materials and incidentals, you don't serve anyone else or play with anyone else but we really don't meet for any other reason than play or get into each other's lives beyond that)

BDSM Life Coaching (you don't want to serve full time, but, you need someone to help you get your life on track in some fashion - maybe keeping on a diet through keeping a food journal and being punished for transgressions, maybe needing help figuring out a schedule, maybe needing someone to come over and give you a thwack and an order to help you figure out how to get your house clean; agreed upon fee, travel costs, incidentals, agreed upon schedule of meeting online or off)

24/7 live-in, eventually (you start where you are now, financial service, control over every aspect of your life, hard work, and eventually a slave quarters set up in back that you move into; you serve in the house and yard).

Foot slave, long distance or local (You come and measure my feet, we order custom made shoes and boots - as in I choose what I want to wear, place the order and you pay for them, you come at an agreed upon schedule for massages and pedicures, and also sessions of toe sucking, foot licking fun)

Transformadomme (You take me shopping, for beauty treatments, hair cuts, etc.within an agreed upon limit and we have scheduled play dates; also could include bust enhancement using more natural methods)

All are reasonable options that I might go for. All require some form of financial service, time, attention; some might require travel. Feel free to suggest options that are similar in nature. Do not suggest or ask for specific play activities. That takes it from me being your owner to being your whore, which is not a position I am applying for. Thank you.

If you search for tenderness 
it isn't hard to find. 
You can have the love you need to live. 
But if you look for truthfulness 
You might just as well be blind. 
It always seems to be so hard to give. 

Honesty is such a lonely word. 
Everyone is so untrue. 
Honesty is hardly ever heard. 
And mostly what I need from you. 

I can always find someone 
to say they sympathize. 
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve. 
But I don't want some pretty face 
to tell me pretty lies.

All I want is someone to believe. 

Honesty is such a lonely word. 
Everyone is so untrue. 
Honesty is hardly ever heard. 
And mostly what I need from you. 

I can find a lover. 
I can find a friend. 
I can have security until the bitter end. 
Anyone can comfort me 
with promises again. 
I know, I know. 

When I'm deep inside of me 
don't be too concerned. 
I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone. 
But when I want sincerity 
tell me where else can I turn. 
Because you're the one that  I depend upon. 

Honesty is such a lonely word. 
Everyone is so untrue. 
Honesty is hardly ever heard. 
And mostly what I need from you.

In the interest of telling you more about myself, and with regards to mentioning again how everything is not black and white, I shall say this:

Right now, I am correcting myself for saying "I shall say this" and also for saying that I am saying it, because, in fact, it is being typed. A debate could and might ensue, except I have decided that one thing that I like best in life is not putting up with people's anal retentive bullshite, including my own.

"Eh? What?" do you ask?

I come from a very Aspergery family, My youngest son was definitely, and definitively, diagnosed as being blessed, cursed, maimed, spindled, mutilated and/or otherwise marked by the symptoms which define it. 

"Eh? What?" you ask, again?

He has Asperger's . He is an Ass Burger. He suffers from Asperger's Syndrome. He has a neurological condition which was noticed and defined by Asperger. However you care to put it. 

This is important, for more than one reason. I was going to say for two reasons, but, the fact is that when I say such things (give a number limit to the reasons about to be presented) I am usually found to be wrong, as the writing process unfolds the information in my mind and reveals one, or several, more that were hiding beneath other things.

For one thing, people who are all Aspergery, diagnosed correctly, tend to be incredibly brilliant, highly misunderstood, artistic and often come off as arrogant pricks who think they are better than you. Especially as they are prone to coming onto sites and making long, rambling, speech-like posts, as if they must lecture and tutel  all present into submission. However, mostly, they are not arrogant pricks (or female equivalents thereof), but, are only trying to know and be known in the best way they know how.

For another thing, they are as mad as kippers. Really? No. It often comes off that way,though. Most of them are prone to being very dominant, or very submissive, and, in truth, mostly they don't care which because they are so frigging dominant that nothing you do really matters to them in the way you hope it should. They are self-entertaining, accepting of life as it is, and greatly preferring structure over discord in most instances.

In other words, I love for there to be rules and structure. If there are rules and structure, if my needs are being met, I don't care if you call yourself sub,slave, Master or the Emperor of China. Just so long as you understand that I am always me, I will always have what I need and some of what I want, and I don't have to think, look or be just like you.

To me the essence of a good slave is their ability to conform to structure and that includes learning where to bend around it or shy away from the edges, as needed. 

I have no money to care for a slave, very little desire to do things that are not artistic, and I do not function well alone. This is because the things of society which are most important to the running of it hold no real interest for me. I am a very private, yet, very social creature. 

I don't want to go to munches, most days, because that's too much sensory overload and people want me to act "normal" at events, and not only do I not want to, but, I have very little concept of what normal is in relation to anyone who is not me. I am normal! I am exactly as I should be, except, when I need to go to the bank and I have to act like, maybe, you!

I also don't want to spend my life alone. I like having people around. I don't want a slave who wants to just be abused or treated as furniture, because, that is nothing like having a person around. I like slaves that are people. Then, I like them to fuck off and go do their work.

Having someone sitting at my feet, or in a closet, or parading about doing this and that would distract me, endlessly and make it impossible for me to function almost as much as not having anyone in my life at all would. 

What I need is someone who I know is "around" or can generally expected to be around later, but, who is not constantly underfoot. Which is why I tell you that I can actually do quite well at long distance relationships, so long as there is some sort of time of getting together, in person, planned for. 

I love daily schedules, rules for the house, plans, projects to work on and goals to work toward and most of my BDSM  stuffies are related to same. Though, I also like to play and do impromptu things.

That is why things like having someone who is my slave, but, where we meet on schedule for certain activities does appeal to me. It is not about having a job and getting paid for it.  It is the structure and the planning, and the anticipation.

Everything I ever said about money, well, that is about respect, comfort, practicality and, quite frankly, the needs of the slave.
As I said, I don't think like everyone else and I don't live by the rules of your society, except in the ways that it enhances relationships between me and other persons, because I do like other persons. 

When I do things, like go and get my hair cut and colored, shave or wax my legs, wear very pretty and "goddess" like dresses and jewelry, have sumptuous surroundings, spend time cooking and cleaning, this is all directed outward. This is part of the sociability, the giving, the TPE. I don't need a haircut. I don not feel better or worse for having hairy legs. I can be perfectly happy in a wife beater and a pair of men's boxer briefs from Walmart, rather than a $200 silk dress. 

Slaves, however, generally want a Mistress that looks enviable. I understand this. It is important to them that others can see, and that they themselves can see, that outward portrayal of what they know is on the inside of the woman. And, that's fine. I am happy to give them that, by allowing them the privilege of purchasing such things for me as lovely clothes, landscaping, custom-made shoes (because I can't wear most other kinds, except for some rather ugly sandals), comfortable surroundings, velvet curtains, and whatever else will make them happy to bestow upon me. I am willing to give them direction in these things, so that they know their giving is appreciated and well used. And, yes, it will make me feel as if they care for me, that they go out of their way to do these things, to the best of their ability, and knowing that they care for me will make me happy. 

Which is why I am so deeply offended when people talk about session work as if having the money and the physical action exchange is the same thing at all and why I hate being called  a domme; and, why I really want to slap you when you dare to ask me "What tribute do you demand?" and then act as if there is something wrong with me for not demanding a particular sum that you can either accept or reject as you please.

Tribute is about giving a gift to show appreciation. It has to come from the heart, or it means nothing. 

I accept fees for work situations. Fees are by the hour, day, or week. Owning slaves is not a work situation. It is a sincere, deeply felt relationship built on trust, respect, caring, strategic planning to fulfill the needs of those involved, and enough discretion to get one through the day without being arrested.

Okay! I am definitely, definitely ill (Rita); and, I now know, for a fact, that, for some foul reason, whenever I am definitely, definitely ill, I want to drink beer and smoke!

How incredibly counter-productive!

Didn't do it, though, so ...

I mean, it's bad enough that I can fairly well assume that if I start really wanting to drink beer and smoke cigarettes, I should eat some garlic, take some aspirin and go to bed.

For some reason, being ill also makes me horny, until it gets too bad. This makes more sense to me, though, as being horny, done right, leads to being exhausted and then getting much needed rest!

Quote from the profile of an alleged slave male. Ready? It's a long one!: 

"Nothing fascinates me as much as being offered, naked, bound, helpless, exposed to the anger of a vindictive female.

Nothing makes me more nervous, more excited, and more lubricious than confronting the gaze of a vengeful female. I can read in her eyes her sarcastic jubilation. I feel enraged, I feel furious but terribly excited. And She just knows it, She’s just seeing it, and She’s just laughing at it.

Nothing makes my adrenaline and testosterones rise higher than being in the position of the defeated male, of the humiliated male about to undergo a harsh punishment. Nothing is more vexing than being forced to submit to female discipline, to bend to the female authority. But nothing is most exciting.

It is the most exciting moment of the eternal battle of the genders. This is the exultation of female victory on the male gender. The pathetic male has to kneel and accept the female law.

There is nothing left of my male arrogance. I can nothing but submitting and suffering.

My only hope is to endure the pain long enough to avoid supplementary humiliation.  

She drags me, on my fours at her feet to the place of punishment

She just wants to beat me, make me bursting, and break me.

She is smiling, she is radiant, She is creaming, She is laughing…She knows she has already won. I am only the pathetic mouse in cat scratch.

She will be deciding how long, how far, how painful the punishment shall be…

She will be laughing, maybe creaming, as I’ll be crying, dancing under her whipping…

How symbolic, how erotic will be my desperate kisses all over her boots… all over her feet."

Quote from me:

Nothing offends me more (sic) than overly-intellectual vanilla boys who come swinging into BDSM as if they think they have a clue what it's about, and then proceed to expound upon the virtues of serving a worthless, fear and hatred filled whore.

If you want to serve a woman who is nothing but ego, greed, hate, fear and contempt for you as a person, that's certainly your business. Why waste the time of people who are into BDSM by coming onto a site built for us to announce it, though? That's a fetish, not BDSM. Go to and tell them how much you like to be abused. Don't claim to be part of one of the most useful, beautiful groups known to man - the natural born slave class - and insult them, and their potential owners, with your complete fantasy B.S. that is not even rrelated to BDSM! 

Some small forgiveness may be in order, if he is completely new. Many people are confused by all the crap floating around in the air, that's painted up to look like gold, coming in to BDSM, but, there's no excuse for not learning better.

People who don't understand and come in with their selfish pursuits always ruin things for those who built up the society with the pain of their labor and the sweat of their brow. 

It happened to street gangs, which, after all, were only children looking out for each other in the different neighborhoods; it happened to punk rockers, which, after all, were only children rebelling against the oppressive insanity of the society they lived in; it happened to rappers, who used to just be singing/talking about their day to day life, like a more impromptu form of the blues; and it has happened here, where things have gotten so bad that not only do most of the people look for sex, greed and cruel situations but they have actually come to believe that BDSM is sex, greed and cruel situations.

How disgusting! Take your vanilla, non-understanding ass in both hands and carry it out of our lives! 

If you are just learning, take this to heart. And, you know, maybe read some stuff that was written before 1990, back when there were still a majority who were looking for emotional content and contact, not just flesh rubbings and wallet  torture.

Dear alleged s-types, 

When you send me things like this "I am looking for a committed 24/7 Power Exchange Relationship: Pleasing of my Owner in all aspects before my own, Humiliation in public and private, Total control over me and my likeness, Rough Sexual Use, Sadism/Masochism, Domestic Discipline, and anything else demanded/required. Please do not hesitate to contact me.", especially when you do not have an active profile, I block you, report you and delete your message. 

Unless I decide not to delete it and to, instead, copy it and post it publicly, so that others who also get the same stupid little message may learn it is spam, as well as vulgar, and feel better about reporting it  a time or two, and then deleting it, unanswered. 

Obviously, since I keep telling people I do not want a sexual relationship with anyone, right now, to offer yourself for rough sexual use is an aggressive, not submissive, act and it is vulgar, and it is spam, since you are purposely sending me things that you know have nothing to do with my desires.

Thank you for reading this lesson on manners. I hope you have enjoyed it. However, if you feel yourself being accused and are feeling guilty or angry, instead, that's a pretty good sign that the arrow has hit home, and I hope it has punctured a hole in your larynx and you are choking on it, right now - metaphorically speaking, of course!

Now this - and I hope you can see it- is fit for a goddess. Though, even if I were wearing it, I hope you'd call me no such thing. lol: 

Oh, I just realized I could post the picture, by accidently doing so, below, with the dress. So, I take out the URL and here goes:

That is not a hint, nor is it something I'd profit by you using the link for. I just want to share the beauty of it!
While we are at it, take a look at this lovely vintage thingy -which shall almost assuredly be gone long before I might hope of being a size to fit it!: 

Another lovely bracelet, fit for a queen, so that I won't be called "Goddess" by anyone. 

All these bracelets are from the same place, by the way.

The name of the place is fantasy jewelry box. Pretty sure you can find it on Google, with that much information.

I want two cigarettes and a beer. Probably don't need any of them, but, that's what I want.

Okay, let's put it this way: 

You have friends who are acquaintances - you don't necessarily love them, they are not welcome into your home even necessarily, but, you enjoy spending time with them, doing things with them, and maybe even you help each other out from time to time. 

You have friends who are very good friends, and they come over or you go to see them or you guys go out together, you go to each other's parties, have lunch together, and when there is a concert, ball game, or some other fun activity, they are some of the first people you think about wanting to go with.

You have your best friend, who can climb in your bedroom window at midnight or any number of other odd things and be forgiven even though anyone else would be thrown out of your life for doing even one of them, they tell you the truth and judge you and yet stay by your side anyway, they love you when you are living high on the hog and they come pick you up and take you home when you are collapsed in the gutter.  This is not sexual, but, it is amazing. This is the person that all your other friends must defer to and treat with respect, which your girl or guy must also love or be able to tolerate, and which brings joy to your life just by sitting around your back yard doing nothing much at all. 

You have your friends with benefits, who you only are friends with to the extent that there are things you want to share with them, intimate things, and maybe you also like to hang out and do a little watching a movie or having lunch together, but, it's never going to be more than that.

Then, you have your lover, who may become your spouse: your best friend, with benefits, who is more than all these other people combined. Generally, you are not allowed to have a spouse and other friends with benefits, but, you can have acquaintances, friends and best friends with no dilemma. This is the person for serious, intense intimacy of body, mind and spirit. 

That is how vanilla life works, more or else.

Why shouldn't BDSM work the same? Why are you so dead set on finding the "spouse" sort of relationship, that you don't want to make acquaintance with someone who might be fun but not everything you are looking for, or make friends, even really good friends or friends with benefits, with other people, while you are waiting?

If you want someone you can give all your time, body and money to, what is wrong with spending time with someone, gaining some experience, and using some of your time and money, and giving your body all the way during that time? 

Why be so uptight and thinking that it has to be all or nothing, every time?

I'd be happy with friends, and I don't just mean ones that will take me places or buy me things. Just people to know, who understand the kind of life I want to lead a bit. Even just acquaintances is nice. I don't have to be your perfect everything or even that close, and you don't have to be that close to mine, for us to get along and maybe have some fun.

Loosen up, babsies!

Wait... explain this to me, again! So, if the man is the dominant, then, the woman should pay for her own stockings, makeup, spa treatments, etc. to please him and she should dress herself well at all times never to think of her comfort above his pleasure, and she should make herself as sexually available to him as he pleases but accept that he may not want to use her sexually at all and may never give her any pleasure specific to her but she is always to bend her will and her desires to suit his own, and she is to work outside the home if he chooses and to bring the money home to him because he is the head of the household and the owner of her. Right? 

If the woman is the dominant, however, she should pay for her own stockings, makeup, spa treatments, dress herself well at all times, make herself sexually available to him, engage in sexual activities which are specifically pleasurable to him, be willing to compromise and accept that only some of the activities that bring her pleasure will occur, let him dress or undress as he prefers, and allow him to choose if he will work outside the home and accept whatever he wishes to give her, or not, as payment for living costs only?

Hmm .... 

Why do we need men, then? Where's the TPE? I could just not buy stockings, not shave my legs, eat whatever I like, be whatever size I get to, spank my own arse and masturbate. It would be far less stressful and far more pleasurable!  Plus, I know that I will help pay the bills where I am living, and I do think my time is worth recompense.

A message sent from a person who has no active profile, yet, claims he has been sent to please:

Dommes that are broke leeches are sooooo unattractive

And, my response to him:

Is there anyone out there who would like to make a contractual agreement to start a website together, wherein I would primarily be the idea man and they would be investing their money and/or expertise into the venture?

I've got great ideas, but, no money to implement them; and, I am so not going to do as some of you have asked, and fully explain my ideas without a solid, notarized contract and then watch another person walk off with them and make themselves money. I learned my lesson on that, as a small child when a man presented a problem people in Europe were having that was insoluble and I solved it without even taking a minute to think about it, and a few years later I saw him receiving a prize, and a lot of money, for it! No thank you! 

If you know how to build websites or can afford to pay someone who does, maybe we should get together and give it a go. Profits would be split equally between all who are signed up for this venture - and, to be clear, profits mean AFTER operating costs, AFTER taxes and WITH the original investors getting paid back

As of right now, I am mostly looking for good conversation from people who are into alternative health, herbalism, nutrition, and food as medicine.

Also interested in people who are into writing and reading, and I don't mean Literotica! I mean, like, Stephen King, Douglas Adams, Georgette Heyer, Agatha Christie, Piers Anthony, Harlan Ellison, Isaac Asimov, Dean R. Koontz, Shakespeare, Charles Dickents, Emily Bronte, Jane Austen; hey, even Nikki Sixx, because I read an article of his once, and that boy can write! Or, God forbid, Harry Potter thingies, because, again, the writing is good even if the lifestyle is not preferred. J.R.R. Tolkien, Anne Rice. Need I go on? Hmm .. George Orwell, John Steinbeck. You know; "WRITING!!!!"

This is all separate from BDSM considerations, so, I really don't care what sex (or how many), religion, or BDSM persuasion you are or what nasty little fetish or kink you might be into. That's not what we'd be talking about, primarily.

A quote from the profile of a man who identifies himself as a slave:

"It is my choice to give myself for their use as they desire. It is my choice to have this person "strip away" some of my traits and mold me in their liking. It is my choice to serve to enhance the quality or their life and by so doing enhance the quality of mine. The Lady I am seeking will influence and direct but it is my choice to submit and freely give."

Beautifully put!

A scenario - not a fantasy, but, of reality:

You wake up in the morning, to the ever-increasing noise of bird chatter and a splash of light across your eyelids. It is the alarm that your Mistress allows you to use, now that she has confiscated your other one so that it will not disturb her mornings. Mistress does not like loud noises, except when it is time for silliness or music.

Stepping out of the storage shed, where you and the few belongings your Mistress allows you are kept tidy, you  walk across the side yard to the faucet, and use the hose to rinse the sweat from your body. The water is not exactly cool, this time of year, but, still, it makes your naked flesh feel cooler than before. While it is on, you water the trees and plants nearest by, before rinsing your feet and using the side door to enter the house; unlocking it with one of the four pieces of "clothing" you are allowed when at home: 1 lanyard with key, one pair of flip flops to protect you from ants and burrs, and 1 chastity device. 

The flip flops come off before you step inside. Mistress will not have shoes in her home, except her own which you must keep properly cleaned, because she loves to walk barefoot and does not wish to step on dust, ant or burrs, herself. There is a mat on either side of the doors that lead outside, to help prevent dirt and other things from being tracked in, and you clean them every day to make sure they are at optimum efficiency.

By the sounds coming from her room, Mistress is already awake and listening to her Bible. Knowing not to disturb her and make her need to rewind - a lesson that cost you a slap across the mouth the first time you learned it - you make your way to the smaller bathroom, take care of your waste elimination, wash your hands, brush your teeth, shave and, so, prepare yourself for the day; including washing your face in the manner expected of you, to keep your flesh soft and supple.

Now, it is time for work. Stepping into the kitchen, you prepare breakfast for both you and Mistress, cleaning as you go as much as it is possible. Setting the table with her fare,  and setting your pet dishes of food and water on the floor, nearby, you step back to Mistress' room and knock lightly. 

She stops the recording and calls out for you to enter. Though, she almost never says it as an order, but, simply says "Yes?" or "Yeah?", you have come to learn that this is an assent for you to enter. You step in and kneel at the foot of her bed. 

"Silly slave," she says "What do you want?" 

You inform her that breakfast is ready and she tells you "Very well. Then, carry this computer, the speakers into the kitchen and I will finish listening there. Leave the cord." Of course, you obey, and soon you are both eating breakfast and listening to the last half of a chapter of the Bible; her sitting on her comfortable, padded dining chair, wearing her silk robe, and dining off of fine china; you kneeling on the floor, eating out of your pet dishes, wearing a chastity device; the lanyard is hung by the door where you entered.

Here's another one:

"Those that are in harmony with the flesh cannot please God."

"For sin must not be master over you, seeing as how you are not under law, but, under undeserved kindness."

That's part of the Christianity I live for. I didn't say "live  for" just because it was fun to scroll that far. Think about it.

I was asked how long I really think it should take for a slave to submit to a potential owner.

Again, we are not dealing with black and white here. There is no set time for any scenario, but, there are good reasons why some scenarios should take longer or shorter times than others.

Are you going to be in a sexual relationship with this person? Then STD tests should be done and compared; include yeast infection as an STD test. Many men have yeast infections and chlamydia infections, especially if they are sexually promiscuous, and often without symptom. Yet, these can kill women, sometimes, also, before exhibiting any major symptom. Discussions on whether pregnancy would be welcome or possible should be had, including if the woman will be with other men, what responsibilities the man will have if he is not sure he is the father of any child resulting, if abortion would be an option or the "morning after" pill,  types of birth control that may or may not be effective, and possible hang ups, fears, phobias, likes, dislikes, things you'd like to try maybe, and etc. That could all take a while.

Will it be romantic? That could take longer, and should involve all the regular stuff, like meeting parents and all that, before you become owner and owned, just like with marriage; but, just like with marriage, some people prefer to start practicing the sex stuff sooner and some later.

Are you just going to be a service slave? A financial slave? A pain slut? Will you be caged or bound?Will you be moving in with the person? Relocating to nearby? Leaving family and friends? Will the more extreme stuff start right away or will they start slowly, by sowing you the ropes (no pun intended) before tying you up? All of these things are important considerations.

It is sheer madness for someone to give you a week or less to decide to move to another country, or even out of state, to move in with them, sign over power of attorney and let them put you in a cage, where you will, in theory, remain except when they want to play with you elsewhere. However, if they want you to move nearby, keep your finances under your own control but use agreed upon amounts in specific ways, and they are willing to work up slowly to the scarier, harder to escape from forms of play, and you want to be owned ... 

It is sheer madness for someone to expect you to be wearing their collar, moved into their apartment, and down on your knees blowing them every morning, before any STD's were checked for, before you've had time to work up any feelings of trust, etc. However, if you are into it, otherwise, and they have a condom, and you aren't moved in and you've already done the whole public meeting, making sure someone you trust knows the address where you'll be thing ... 

If I was going for romance, I'd want the person nearby, soon; but, I'd want to take a very long time in making sure we knew and liked each other as people. I believe that's where most relationships go wrong, because, people are so quick to jump into bed and when you do that it helps bind you to the person in some way, so that you feel closer and more in tune with each other than you would if you were just getting to know each other's personalities without making sex such a big issue right away.

As it is, I am not going for romance, I do not want power of attorney, I do not want all property signed over to me (for very practical reasons involving my ability to die and their need to have something to fall back on if I do), I do not want to immediately cage the person or do anything that will restrict their limbs, but, will most likely start out by teaching them certain protocols, rules, methods of cooking and cleaning, and such as that and begin the process of disciplining them to the slave lifestyle, which may involve corporal punishment. The caging, shackles, etc. is for fun, after they know they are in safe, if slightly weird and pain inflicting, hands. Which is why I generally give them a week or less to make up their minds and move. 
The sooner they lie and say they are sure they want to serve me right away, the sooner I tell them the area of Tucson to move to and to let me know when they've gotten here. I don't expect it to happen, because, it always should have to involve some form of real conversation, the reading of journal entries at least, and a little thought before one makes such a leap. But, sure, if they showed up, I'd take them on.

How long does this take? :

I want to be a slave.  

Well, I want to own slaves. What sort of slave do you want to be?

I read your journal entries and what you said sounds right to me.

Prove you read them.

(slave quotes from them and makes remarks in its own words)
Okay. Well, I see you are living in Tulsa. That's a long way from me. What would it take for you to relocate? 

I work for Wal-Marts. I read your journal entries last night and asked this morning. They said I could transfer in two weeks to ...... (address of store).

Okay. Do you have any child support to pay? Kids to worry about? What's the situation with your family? 

(slave explains all that)

Good. What skills do you have? 

(slave explains skills)

That works for me. You realize it will not be a sexual position and that you will have to get an apartment, to start with, right?

Yes, Mistress.

Alrighty, then.  Look for one in the .... .area of Tucson, preferably near ... St and ..... Ave 

Mistress, what tribute do I pay?

Don't question me without permission, boy!

Yes, Mistress. May I ask you a question, please, Mistress?

lol No, you may not, for I think I already know what it is. Tribute is a gift, not a fee. There is no set amount, straight off anyway. First you move and find a place,we'll get it set up right for training and play and then we can see what your costs versus your wages are and I'll decide what to do with the money you earn, including what to set aside for taxes, emergencies and such.

Yes, Mistress. 

Good. Then, go do as your told.

(slave wanders off to look for apartment)

Not so long. Is it fair? Is it safe, sane and consensual? Then, does it matter how long it took? What will happen to the slave if she is not sincere? He'll be in Tucson, with an apartment and a job, instead of in Tulsa, with an apartment and a job. That's not life threatening or damaging. So, no reason it can't happen!

Shrimp, cous cous, yellow bell pepper, garlic powder, cinnamon (just a touch), lemon, safflower oil, zucchini, cumin, curry powder, salt, cayenne pepper.

Don't you wish you could starve like me? xx

What is it about men and asses? 

"Oh, it's the forbidden fruit." they say.

Uhm, no it isn't. Fruit doesn't taste or smell like that! 

It's one thing to want to stick things in them. I could sort of understand that. Not your tongue, though! Eww!

I have to limit my ass play, boys. My immune system cannot take your companionship!

Reading, again, the below journal entry, wherein I said people are weird, it has occurred to me that being weird is not really their problem; it's more being wishy-washy.

That sort of attitude, the "you must be living the perfore you can even think of owning a slave" is coming off people still stuck off in vanilla land. They are still thinking of slaves as nothing but people who get to pretend to be play toys, sometimes. 

What a disgusting thought! Go away, vanilla people! Or, at least, stop posting that you are slaves on your profiles, because it is very disconcerting to those of us who really do enjoy fun and useful, giving people who want to be owned; and, I am sure it is disconcerting for them.

I don't like people upsetting the slaves!  I don't like people pretending to be something they are not! And, I darned sure don't like having my time wasted by lies and pretense!

Slaves are highly useful people, who would only be too happy to stumble onto a house full of elderly women that have too many cats too feed and need their dinners warmed for them.  They'd dive in, glad that someone needs them, and that the people that need them have raised children and grandchildren and are now very adept at setting limits, giving orders, and making one do the work over if it's not done right, chastising with a stern look, etc.

Vanilla people look for the sex goddess in the leather bikini, who wants to rub her body on their face, and only wants money for things like hotel rooms and vibrators! 

Obviously, that is a gross generalization. However, it is, also, very true!

You know what I really look for in a slave? Reality! Indications that he or she is trying to sort out how to fit work, family, friends and whatever else their life is comprised of and slavery together, so that they can still have a complete life and some of what they need in every direction.

Reasonableness, as in not "I will give you everything, immediately, full control and power of attorney over all." and not " I will give you nothing but oral pleasure."

The ability to express, in their own words, what they want and what pops into their head when they day dream about being a slave.

A desire to help others.

Politeness

Obedience.

Paying attention.

Some indication that they really want to know me, such as seeing them on "Who's Viewing Me"" after I have posted new journal entries. Or, after the initial contact, but, before they could possibly have had time to read all the older journal entries.

A lack of trying to lead and an ability to make suggestions without seeming like he or she is leading.

No amount of money, no size of breast or cock, no amount of oral skills, no writing ability, nothing at all, will make up for a lack of those things. However, those things will make up for a great lack of money, looks and skills!

There is a fine line between pussy-footing around so much that it is obvious you are not serious and jumping into calling me your owner so quickly that it is obvious you are an utter lunatic, liar or stalker. On that fine line, I hope to find my slave.

For breakfast, this morning, I shall be having oatmeal with rice milk, blueberries, cinnamon and a little safflower oil, coconut (unfortunately sweetened), and almonds.

Just another fine example of how I am going hungry and cannot possibly be a good slave owner, since I cannot even take care of myself.

I've often wondered about people's mental state, when they say such things, anyway. Slave owners never owned slaves because they needed a hobby. Slaves are tools used for the purpose of bettering your life. So, if you know that your life needs to be bettered and you go out to find a slave, because that is a logical way to make your life better (and I don't just mean find someone to use their wallet and treat them badly) it goes to follow that you'd make an excellent slave owner, and you know exactly how to take care of yourself, while giving the slave what they need.

People are weird!

Anyone out there (in Tucson area) know how to install a phone jack? I mean, hook up the wires and all. The wires are there, at least partially, but, they aren't hooked up to be "live"

How can I put this as simply as possible?

I want to use you, in any way I see fit, from the bland and tedious to the thoroughly outrageous and weird. All of you that I care to use - your earning power, physical strength, talents, skills, time, energy, mental processes, emotions.

You will not always be treated harshly, nor will you always be treated kindly; but, you will always be treated fairly and with the goal in mind of improving your ability to serve and my comfort and amusement.

That is all you need to know before we meet. Don't write to me and try to get to know me, because we will not be friends or lovers. You will be my slave and you will know me through service to me. When you write, it will be to tell me that you wish to be considered and to make a very polite request for a very public meeting, and it will include an offer, from you, regarding that meeting, which will give me reason to wish to go and a reason not to regret it, even should it turn out we are not suited to each other. I will not have extended discussions with you, before or without meeting.

I will only consider long distance if they are serious about wishing to be trained to my ways, are willing to be in financial servitude to the degree that I decree is proper for their circumstance (as al other slaves), and there is some real possibility of them travelling to me, or me to them, at least once a year, for an extended time period (1 week at least) wherein they will be physically used, as well.

For those who are not willing to be in 24/7 service to me as a slave, I might consider some training sessions or monitoring, for pay. Even so, expect it to be a relationship, as it would be with a therapist, life coach, personal trainer or anyone else who gets to know you in those sort of ways.

I want to make a website. I have all the ideas of what I want it to do, but, none of the software or money to get it up and running.

Having quite a phallic day. For breakfast, a banana. Now, as a late lunch, a whole cucumber, dipped in creamy salad dressing. For dinner? Maybe pickles? I don't know.

Do you have any goals? I have goals.

1) Getting healthier and in better looks (loss of fat, toning, utilizing spa treatments, eating according to my own special plan)

2) Writing a book about #1 and getting it published. It would be nice to have other examples to use, besides just myself. 

3) Writing novels and getting them published.

4) Creating and selling artwork.

5) Owning my own home, a clean and well organized space to live and play.

6) Repairing and light remodeling of my own home.

7) Growing my own vegetables and herbs

8) Re-learning how to dance.

9) Going to Scotland to meet face-to-face with my favorite person 1on the planet.

10) "" in time to see him pull off the world's record attempt!

11) Decorating my own home for comfort and functionality.

12) Having a part time job (10 - 20 hours per week) that pays at least $10 per hour, and which does not involve extensive travel (unless I get paid for travel time and expenses).

13) Working in a kinky office setting, where I would possibly be expected to do some filing and such, but, would mostly be there as an "assistant" who would "assist" you in kissing her feet and being spanked during lunch, etc. 

14) Having paying play toys who want to be whipped and flogged, maybe caged, but are not demanding of much else (see the "cruel mistress" video below)

15) Knowing God more fully and being baptized as His servant.

16) Learning to sew.

17) Natural breast enhancement.

What can you do for me that would help me or cause me to achieve my goals? What can be achieved by you serving me that will help you to achieve your goals?

That is something I would be interested in discussing with you.

"Where are all the dominant ladies like this?" he asked, and added in this:

http://xhamster.com/movies/955882/prisoner_of_the_cruel_mistress.html

1) If he's talking about looks, well, where are the slaves who look like that guy? Those two are beautiful and deserve each other. Most slaves are thoroughly unattractive, physically, and yet want an owner who is gorgeous and sexually interested in them. Hah!

2) Otherwise: where are the slaves like that guy? Most of the men claiming to be slaves wouldn't even show up for a face to face meeting over lunch, much less for that sort of thing.

3) The scenario is just a session, not service.

4) A slave needs to either be very bad, or very good, to deserve such treatment. Maybe if he actually did something useful for his Mistress, she would have time to engage in such play. Or, maybe, if it would be punishment for him, he could avoid it by same.

5) I seem to have a vastly different definition of "cruel" because to me that was just rather silly, good clean fun - what I watched of it so far, that is. She wasn't really kicking him very hard at all, so it was more about being intimidating and causing some light humiliation than actual pain. The whip strokes were very playful at the beginning and even after she started making them harder, there was barely any strength being used and her placement of the whip against his flesh was very playful, still.

Now, back to the important question: Where does one get a sexy, well built Asian man who will crawl on his knees for you and let you whip him? And, will he do the dishes and help pay the rent? (grin)

Right now, what I need, more than anything, is stimulating conversation from someone who is capable of understanding the humor of Monty Python and who likes to read and write something other than technical books or smarmy crap.

This is trippy. I was reading the profile of someone and ran into this:

"submission is not about suffering...
it is about service.
submission is not about humiliation...
it is about humility.
submission is not about being used...
it is about being of use.
submission is not about control...
it is about letting go.
submission is not about proving anything...
it is about being real.
submission is not about contempt...
it is about respect.
submission is not about how you look...
it is about how you care.
submission is not about punishment...
it is about discipline.
submission is not about being unable to escape...
it is about being committed.
submission is not about fear...
it is about trust.
submission is not about sex...
it is about love!!!"

Why is that trippy? Because, I'm the one who wrote it, and posted it on here when I had a different profile. So, now I am waiting to hear whether the guy thinks he is psychic, forgot to give credit where credit is due (at least to admit to it being a copy and paste), or if he is going to bald-faced claim that he wrote it, so that I can block him  and be done with it.

Oh, but, the exclamation points at the end are not mine!

Well, a few hours later, I heard from the man and he freely admitted that it was not his, though he did not know where it came from. I suppose he deserves a spanking for not remembering me or giving me proper credit at the time, but, over to Scotland is a long way to reach!

If I was ever going to be in that situation, the man who I was married to would be tall, weird and Scottish; because, Scotsmen are often sexy, and Scotland is a place I'd like to be, at least part time.

And, it would be more emotional "cucking" than the other way around. As in, he could serve me, I'd have sex with him to relieve my frustrations, but, he'd just have to deal with the fact that he is never going to be as important to me as the other guy.

However, I would prefer to have tall, weird and Scottish that happens to be so bloody wonderful that, instead of not being as important as the other guy, he is more suited to me and the other guy could just be a friend, or an acquaintance, as he should be.

Read this story on an alleged s-types profile. Now I want to beat him and two bitches who are pretending to be dominant!

The DILEMNA

I am busy doing laundry and hand washing some of Mistress’s more delicate underwear when she summons me to the lounge where she is reading a magazine.

“I am going to rest in my room” she announces “and I don’t want to be disturbed under any circumstances, is that clear slave?”

“Yes Mistress” I reply bowing respectfully.

 She makes for the stairs and half way up turns back and says “now get back to work. And no slacking!”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress” I reply meekly but she has already disappeared in her luxurious bedroom.

 I hurry back to my chores, knowing that being caught slacking would be a very painful experience.

 Some time later, as I am about to put another load in the washing machine, there is a knock at the door. I hurry to the hall, from where I can see through the net curtains that it is Mistress’s friend, Goddess Jenny who has been knocking.

 Although there is a pair of shorts and a T-shirt nearby for me to wear in case of emergencies or when answering the door to strangers, I know that I can open the door for Goddess Jenny in my present condition: naked. To be exact, I am not entirely naked. I am wearing a rather tight fitting leather collar and a chastity device. Mistress doesn’t believe in allowing slaves totally free access even to air, let alone genitals.

 As I open the door, head bowed  and greets her with a “Good afternoon Goddess Jenny”, she, Goddess Jenny, as I have been instructed to address her, sweeps past me and goes into the lounge without answering or acknowledging my presence. Goddess Jenny is Mistress’s close friend and is a fearsome and sometimes violent handler of men.

 I close the door and scurry after Goddess Jenny who, realising that Mistress isn’t there, turns to me and says “Where is your Mistress?”

 “She is in her room Goddess, with strict instructions not to be disturbed”

“I have great news for her, important news that she will want to know at once! Go and tell her I’m here and I have fantastic news for her!”

 I hesitate then fearfully say “I am sorry Goddess Jenny but I have strict instructi...”

 A hard painful back hand across my face interrupts me then I hear Goddess Jenny say, with anger in her voice “How dare you talk to me standing up, get on your knees you worm”. I fall to my knees immediately, fear cursing through me. “And get your forehead on the floor you scum!”.

 I obey immediately and find myself naked, on all fours, forehead on the floor, arse in the air, while Goddess Jenny stands in front of me. For those who have never been in this position, I can tell you that it is very difficult to properly argue one’s point when placed in such an inferior position.

 “Your Mistress will want to hear this great piece of news I have for her. She will whip you mercilessly when she finds out you would not let me give it to her! On top of what I will do to you for your insolence slave! Now go and get her!”

 I know that Goddess Jenny may be right. I have seen her being rather brutal on occasion and I fear her as much as I fear Mistress so maybe I should go and disturb Mistress...

 But if I do, I will be disobeying a clear and direct order and this could mean unbearable punishment too...

 Oh dear, what should I do?"

This is what I wrote to him:

"Your "dilemma" is fantasy bullshite! No one who knows anything about slave owning would have their slave calling another woman a Goddess, even if they were lame enough to allow that slave to call them one. It takes the authority away from the slave's owner. Though, if the slave were actively lent out to the other person, they would probably be allowed to address the other person with a title of respect as it would be in that person's household, for the time being.
But, for some bullshite alleged Goddess to come tramping into my house, making noise when I am trying to sleep, laying hands on my slave? Bullshite! They would know better than to consider doing such a thing. And, the slave would know to respectfully warn them and then to toss their bitch ass out of the house and possibly call the police, should they not restrain themselves after being warned.
However, they, the alleged Goddess, would also have some understanding of the slave's duties and not be such a lazy ass. All that little horror festival of an alleged friend had to do was walk her ass up the stairs and tell the slave's owner the news, and if she had an ounce of honour, she would also tell the slave's owner that he had explained she was not to be disturbed. And, the owner, having realized that she had previously granted full access to the house to her friend, would have understood that the slave did its best, under the fucked up orders she gave, and next time she would give clearer instructions, such as "I am not to be disturbed, unless there is an emergency. If that one lame arse alleged friend of mine shows up, you can tell her to wait or come upstairs and risk my wrath if she wakes me up for some bullshite reason!"
You, as a slave, should never assign the same honor or obedience to another person as you do to your owner. NEVER! It's one thing if the police show up and you have to respect their authority, but, just some chick that your owner knows? Bullshite!
I'd beat you for even writing the story and considering it an option. It makes you sound like a greedy little toad, who is only thinking of ways to get all the attention from all the women, when, obviously, you haven't even learned how to find one good one and serve her correctly, as of yet, or you wouldn't be engaging in such juvenile fantasies."

Now, don't get me wrong. I fully believe slaves should treat everyone with respect. In fact, I fully believe that everyone should treat everyone with respect, including themselves and certainly including their friends, family, owner or property owned.

The slave knew that the friend at the door was not in the same category as an ordinary visitor and he was right to open the door. He was right to tell her the situation. After that, the problem was between herself and his owner. He should have either gone up the stairs and told his Mistress what her friend said and risked punishment for disturbing her, or he should have divorced himself from the situation, having done his duty to the best of his ability. Slaves can only do so much and are not, after all, responsible for the actions of free women.

The friend never should have even considered touching the slave or trying to force him to go against the order of his Mistress. She should have either respected the order and left or taken the responsibility on herself and woke her friend up. Being the owner of  a slave, or the friend of the owner of a slave, does not give you the right to be rude and dishonourable.

Also, quite frankly, that Mistress needs to decide what sort of slave she owns. Is he a bouncer? If he is a bouncer, he can keep her from being disturbed by whomever is at the door, but, if he is meant to be polite to all and sundry and allow access to the house to various friends of hers, then it is an impossible task to keep her from being disturbed. Is he a worker, in which case he shouldn't even be answering the door since she did not tell him to and since the house should be functioning as it would if he were not there and she went up to take a nap; or, is he a butler, in which case he should not be running around naked and should be properly informed as to the right and wrong of handling her friends.

That story is really just all over the place, and was obviously written by someone with a rich fantasy life (it is not his only story), but, little to no actual practical experience in being a slave.

Good morning, lovely peoples. Oh, and I suppose good morning to all you time-wasting fakes, people who are in desperate need of self esteem boosting, and everyone so into things that make me gag lightly that I don't even want you near my life, as well! Why not! Sounds like you could use a good morning!

It is finally starting to get cool enough that maybe I can really get something done on my funky little home-to-be. The ants will hopefully depart, soon, and if I don't turn up the heat, the mice might just find some place better to hang out, as well. More importantly, I can actually move and not die of heat prostration! Though, it is not quite there, yet. It's only cool in the early morning and very late night, as of now.

So, it has been brought to my attention that, yesterday, I posted about two very different slave scenarios. That is, one is more of a servant on a pleasant day and one is more just an object to use. Very interesting to have that pointed out to me. Wrong, but, interesting. At least I know someone is out there thinking!

If a woman can be a wife, mother, co-worker, volunteer and consumer and a man can be the male equivalent of same, then a slave can surely figure out how to be a worker, silent, obedient, but still useful! We are not machines, people!

A human being can fetch tea and be caged later. They can actively enjoy both, too. If you are the sort who can only follow strict guidelines OR do some work, then, I don't want you. That's simple enough to understand, isn't it?

I want someone who can both live by my rules AND be useful, including performing wage work. OR if they are retired and have an income from that, they may be exempt form wage work, but, then they will do volunteer work of some sort.  People should remain busy! I remain busy, so, why would I want a slave who does nothing but get spanked and caged all day?

Well, actually, I might, if it was, like, one day a week and I got paid for hanging about that one day. So, sure, if you are an s-type, who wants to be spanked and caged all day, you have the equipment and place to do it, and you are willing to pay me $100 for my time, I will give you 10 hours of your weird little pleasures. Or, you can give me $50 and fix my swamp cooler. Or, well, something like that. Still, I would prefer a 24/7 slave, who gave great all around service.

Many persons, without benefit of actually spending time with me, rapidly jump to some awfully strange and assumptive conclusions about my life and personality. Knock it off, you blithering dogs!

When I envision slavery, I do not see it as everyone holding hands around a campfire and singing Kumbaya. Nor do I see it as me standing on the head of some shit-stained spineless waste of flesh and beating him with my cane.

Actually, I usually see one of two basic scenarios. In one, it is a pleasant day, I am outside on a bench in a courtyard, laying down in my silk robe, enjoying the dappled sunlight which has made its way in through the various shade sails and umbrellas and tree branches. The bench is well padded with cushions, the air is warm but not horrible, and it is very much a garden paradise sort of courtyard. Across the way, there is the tinkling of ice coming toward me, in the form of a glass of tea being carried by a slave. It's very peaceful, comfortable, luxurious, private and lush.

In the other one, I am walking through the house, still wearing a silken robe, and as I pass by, the slaves stop what they are doing and kneel until I am out of the room. Then, I am in the living room, settling down, and a slave is there, kneeling at my feet. It is waiting for its punishment for having gone off without washing the dishes, the day before. In it's hands are my flogger. In its eyes are tears and fear. Yet, it obeys when I tell it to get into position and does not try to escape or block the flogger when I use it on its back and buttocks.

I see slaves, in most day dreams, as being predominantly silent, kneeling, efficient, out of the way unless called for. Ready to step and fetch it, or following the routine of their daily chores, or off to their wage work. Mostly in loin cloths.

They are not "partners", lovers, friends, or even chatty acquaintances; because, they do not wish to be and I do not wish them to be. Except, on very rare occasions, when we are out in public together and/or I need their expertise or advice on a matter, they are simply tools to be "programmed" to perform  or they are toys to be played with.

You know, my being mean to you while serving the needs of your cock, is not what I am in the market for. Nor is utterly wasting my time to cater to your fetishes without even benefit of being paid minimum wage for my efforts. Are you people insane?

You want my time? Make it worth my while. Do something for me, be something for me, or pay something to me. End of story.

Another example of everything not being all black and white, but, instead, being complicated and questions needing to be asked beyond the initial pussy-footing, assumptive thing.

"Do you wear leather?"

What does that question mean to you? I find what it means to people depends on their mindset and past experiences, both in "vanilla" life and in BDSM. Even among those with an absolute fetish for leather, it can mean something different.

Let's start with the fact that some people who ask that question are about to look down on you, if you say yes, because they believe only dominant persons should wear leather and you are submissive, or vice versa. Then, of course, there are the persons who are hoping you'll say yes, because they feel exactly the opposite, that someone of your persuasion must wear leather and someone of their persuasion must not.

Then, there are the people who mean "Will you fully dress in leather, when you are dominating (being dominated) by me?" , or, "Will you promise never to dress in leather "..."?", or, the people who want you to wear something made of leather at all times, or never wear anything made of leather any of the time.

Some people need leather in their life to achieve orgasm, but a decent briefcase, a pair of moccasins or a leather-wrapped pencil will do; whereas other people need leather boots or an entire leather outfit, or a specific leather outfit.

And, some are just wondering if you are vegan and are about to try to make them give up their leather jacket.

Dominance is not about what you do every minute of the day, if you are the CEO or the janitor, if you are rich or poor. It's about what happens when the shit hits the fan, and who is left standing as the leader versus who is coiled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing for their mommy.

It is not about being cruel, but, about being able to control one's anger and give the discipline that is needed, rather than the uncontrolled violence which is desired.

It is not about if you look pretty or handsome, but, if a look from you can silence the other person.

I am becoming increasingly vegan. Anyone who has known me for any length of time should be weirding out about that. Used to be vegans were just people who were asking to be slapped, as far as I was concerned. Not because I thought there was anything wrong with them not eating meat or whatever; I just had a problem with them interrupting my chewing of steak to tell me why I should feel the same as they.

These vegan desires are not because of any feeling that it is wrong to eat animals, if it is necessary to do so. Animals are tasty and many of them have great nutritional value, when wild caught. However, the main reason for God allowing the eating of animals was because they provided things, nutritionally, that humans needed and which were harder to get from plants, at least some of the time. It is not a commandment that we eat animals, but, an allowance.

With the nasty things that they do to animals, in the name of greed, this is no longer true of what is sold in most stores. The animals are less good for you, now, than they are bad, physically speaking. Also, considering the way they are treated, they are less good for you spiritually. Did you know that in the Bible, God actually told some people that the way animals are treated has to do with how healthy and functional their land will be? He said the same thing about their own behavior, just so you know, but, yes, animals are included as that which must be governed correctly "or the land will spit you out".

Hmm .....  Earthquake, anyone? Tsunamis ala fresco? Anyway ... 

I believe in the old maxim that you are what you eat. Considering that maxim, I have come to the conclusion that I would prefer to be a healthy, thriving thing that springs from the good earth and is put to good use, than a tormented, tortured, unloved creature forced to live an unnatural existence before being viciously slaughtered to serve the needs of the greedy and gluttonous.  So, yes: I am becoming increasingly more vegan.

And, that below, my dears, is what I mean - most days - when I say "I have to figure out what to cook for dinner, as we don't have much by way of food.".

Does that sound like someone who is completely out of control, out of their depth, unable to fend for themselves, or otherwise unable to provide for their own needs?

It's a bit odd for a meal, I grant you; but, it's hardly so outrageous as to make a man decide not to serve me, over it! Not a reasonable man!

I cut some slices of Mexican papaya, laid them on a sheet of tin foil; there would have been pineapple involved, but, my son ate it all, without me. This is one of the reasons why I have nothing much that goes with anything else! lol  Then, I drowned the papaya slices, lightly, in peach nectar and a little coconut milk. Not much, as it is the sweeter kind of coconut milk, which I would have used with the Cheerios, if my son and the aforementioned pregnant homeless girl had not eaten them all.  The other kind, which is better for cooking such dishes, is still frozen, unfortunately; and I am not taking it out, until the other one is gone, as there is no sense in wasting food.

Adding in golden curry powder, endive, bok choy, red pepper, garlic powder, cayenne pepper, ginger powder, a little salt, some chopped white onion, green onions, and lemon juice (assuming I didn't forget to mention any spice) completed the melange upon which the chicken tenderloin came to rest.

Now, enfolded in the tin foil, the hopefully tasty, definitely healthy mixture of meat, veggies, fruit, nut and spices is slowly cooking, blending flavours together, and slowly coming ever closer to being laid to rest on a bed of rice. 

I think, for the rice, a little turmeric and allspice would go very well. Oh, and probably garlic, too. Garlic goes, mostly, with everything and is suitable for all occasions.

Not all things are black and white.

Take ass play, for instance. For one thing, spankings, enemas, dilation, fisting, vibrators and strap ons all fall under the category of ass play; but, it doesn't mean that someone who says they are into ass play is necessarily into all of them.

It might  be that they are into biting ass cheeks! Or, into rectal cams. Or into butt plugs. Or, that they like to paint asses up like they were the faces of pigs, stick an apple in between the cheeks, and photograph it  to sell in their art studio.

It could mean all those things or none of those things, and be about something else, entirely. It is wise, therefore, not to assume that because someone says they are into something, or not into something, that it means exactly what you think it means.

Cross-dressing. I hate cross-dressing. It is thoroughly offensive to me, especially, when a man dresses as a woman and acts like he is a woman. This in no way prevents me from being attracted to Eddie Izzard, Tim Curry in stockings, or any number of other pretty men in eyeliner, though. It's complicated!

I could say that I love cross-dressing, because the right man in the right lingerie, a little makeup added, is an incredible turn on. But, then I'd have people named Penelope, who are thoroughly unattractive in their housewife dresses, descending upon me telling me how they love to be feminine and demanding to be sissified. And, that, I hate!

Yet, if I say I hate cross-dressing, I run the risk of scaring away all the long-legged pretty boys, who would look like just that - long legged, pretty boys - in a pair of stockings and silky panties.

Oh, the travails and complications of life!

In case you were wondering, and I know some of you are (because you told me so) my emphasis is on strict discipline and control, and day to day living with and usage of a slave. I have trained many fine slaves, and many fine owners, in how to go beyond playtime to full time BDSM.

My emphasis is not on sex or sexuality. This doesn't mean nothing sexual will ever occur after I own you It means my emphasis is not on sex, but, on strict discipline and control.

I am open-minded to many possibilities, but, what I am not open to is someone trying to lead me to an agreement that I will absolutely cater to their fetishes. For one thing, no one can meet everyone's last desire, and, for another thing, it should be taken as a given - by those with the right mind set - that I, wishing to own slaves, would not go out of my way to gather ones in who are wholly unsuited to my purpose.

If you are honest about who and what you are, then you should be able to trust me that I will know if you are fit for my use or not.

Would you like to be a slave? As in, being taken on shopping expeditions to buy instruments of discipline and enslavement, which you would have to pay for, knowing that they would be used on you later?

Or, should they already be owned by your Mistress, being brought before the tools, and forced to kiss and clean the ones she has selected for this purpose, with your tongue? To have your hair pulled, and to be ordered to beg to be allowed to have these tools used upon you?

To live in something very close to privation, knowing that you are suffering to make the life of another better?

To kneel at the feet of your owner, kissing them when allowed, massaging them when needed, measuring them and purchasing custom-made shoes for them when desired, grooming the legs that lead down to them when bid?

To be caged in a little table, kneeling, watching a program with your Mistress,who is sitting beside the table in her comfortable, elegant chair, and hear the scrapes and clunks above your head as she adjusts her glass or the whip that she will use on you later?

To know that when you come home, whether she is there or not, you must strip off your clothing, wearing nothing but your chastity device, until and unless she orders you to play dress up?

To stand in the kitchen, feet shacked, cock shackled, otherwise nude, washing dishes while Mistress is in the living room, relaxing with her man friend on the couch that was purchased with the money you earned for her?

To be put away at night in your storage shed, or in the closet, or under the couch, perhaps; stored away like the good little tool you are, until you are needed again?

Or, would you feel there is nothing in it for you, and that's nothing like real dominance, since she hasn't invited you into her pussy or offered to cater to your every last whim?

I should have taken  the toilet guy, I really should have! The little freak who came to visit me, once, who started begging to be forced to lick toilets, that is.

Finding that grossly offensive, I sent him away. On further reflection, it has come to my mind that I should have slapped him and told him not to speak of it, again, and kept him  to be trained to better ways of service.

It might have made him a better person, who was willing to engage in the holding of himself in some esteem; and, he would have been useful to me, in at least the short term.

One of the best smells on earth is strong, hot, black tea. It is both bitter and sweet, fruity and earthy, and it speaks of darkness and pain, yet, promises comfort and succor. BDSM in a cup!

Why is it so hard to have fun in BDSM land, anymore? Man, we used to get together and have great fun, spanking and being spanked, people who liked to pay for things paying for the drinks or pizza or whatever, and people who liked to have things bought for them smiling and saying thank you.

Dressing up, or down, or not at all; taking photos for artful purposes or just candid snap shots. Slaves slaving away with a big grin o their face because they were getting to do what they loved to do, and their owners (or whomever they were serving) smiling away because they were being served.

BDSM seems to have ben invaded by over-sexed, penny-pinching, dour-faced goons! This is not a job, people! It's an adventure! Even when it's masquerading as a job, it's an adventure!

Have some damned fun!

No, ladies, I can't tell you his ID as a public service as that would be talking bad about him. I can tell you his ID  does not start with "NW", because he is in direct opposition to that, as most people from Missouri are in opposition to most things, especially the male ones, though.

No offense to any sane people from Missouri. You'll have to forgive me. It's just that, to date, I've never met any!

Un-freaking- believable! Quote from the profile of the guy who told me, yesterday (or was it the day before, now?) that he was my slave, after pursuing me when all I wanted was decent conversation to start with:

A little bit of a bond starts to form? Really? Because, when you tell someone that you are their slave, calling yourself "your slave, Mike", and you tell them that you definitely want to serve them, that you want to be guided by them, that's a pretty good indication that more than the start of a bond is formed for you. Or, you are a game player! Which is it? Hmm?

Total control and surrender were discussed by him, over a week ago, and he finally convinced me he might just be serious, after a very long, involved, week or more of discussion on that subject, which was negotiations as to what would transpire if I accepted the service he offered me.

I am not a domme, by the way. So, there's another example of him being a game player. He knew I wasn't looking for a sexual relationship, going in.

Not able to make sound judgments = I told him that I had to figure out what to make for dinner, as we were pretty much out  of food. He expressed concern, and I, not wishing to get involved in some weirdness with him making offers that were inappropriately early for him to be making, told him, quite truthfully, that we wouldn't starve, as we had food, just not really anything that goes together.

I also told him the reason that i am short on groceries is that I was helping out a pregnant homeless girl. Now, this man claims to be a Southern Baptist, which, last I heard, are still a group of people claiming to adhere to the teachings of the Christ. You know, charity, ministering to others, taking care of the fatherless boy and widows and orphans, etal?

Yet, he, as a Christian, feels it is no part of sound judgment to be confronted with a pregnant girl, who was almost killed by the person she was living with and then tossed out on the streets, to take her home and allow her to eat her fill of your food, when you know that you are overweight and that you will be able to get more food for yourself in another week or so?
Now, even if he hadn't know that - and he did, because I told him- he never asked why I didn't have interesting ingredients for meals. And, that is the truth of it. I had food. It just wasn't the most palatable fare around, coming toward time to buy more groceries as it was. Hmm .. which is something that happens to approximately everyone, last I checked.

Instead, he made gross assumptions, concluding that I was lying about having food, apparently, and that I was lying about the reason for not having it, and deciding that somehow my currently not having food would end with him suffering privation should he choose to serve me.

WHAT???

A woman without a slave has less than she needs, so, of course, if she has a slave, who is willing to serve financially, she will only be a burden to him and drag him down to her level; but, if she already has more than enough money and she still wants to use his, then, she's not a greedy, money grubbing whore at all, she's just dominant. 

WHAT????

Well, in fact, I do have enough to get by, but, not enough to move forward in my goals. Nor enough to have my time wasted by game playing, overly assumptive fantasists.

Yeah, fantasist. Since this morning, I have found out he has done this almost exact thing three times before, including with women who had all the money they needed and who were willing to sex him up one side and down the other. 

So, what's my point? Well, mostly that I like to type this, for effect:
WHAT?????

People wonder why I switch accounts, sometimes quite often. It's because, primarily, the people who want to talk are not the people i want to own. So, when I am looking for someone to own, I block the people who are not at all suitable.

Then, I realize, once again, that the people I want to own seem to no longer exist, except in the fantasies that are made up by people who want to screw around and waste my time, but, whom then chicken out and reveal their true selves once they realize I mean business and expect a meeting.

In the meantime, I have my profile and interest list, and block list, geared toward one thing, and now they need to be reoriented toward another. So, instead of unblocking several hundred people,I  close the account and start a new one.

It's not my fault no one ever deletes the count 2 or 3 days later, as promised. 

Well, this time,I shall not just leave and start anew, no matter how disgusted I am by the time wasters, fantasists and perpetually unfriendly people who think you have to be completely compatible just to have a conversation.

Instead, I shall soldier on, spending most of my time, on this site, on a computer that blocks images.

lol  No, that is not "money grubbing". That is a cease to time-wasting. People who want to truly meet and serve will truly get off their arses and prove it. Otherwise, I don't want to hear their promises, as they are obviously lies.

Good conversation, or even bad conversation that is good conversation tried and failed, is free!

Here is my viewpoint. I am what I am now, without apology.

You are what you are now, without apology.

I shall not judge you too harshly on what you are, but, I shall judge you as fit for my company based on what you wish to be. You will not judge me based on what I look like, where I live, how I live but you will judge me as to if you can serve me based on my goals and, further, upon how things progress over a range of time as you have served me.

I will not keep slaves who, after serving me for a few months, do not believe we are suited. Nor will I consider anyone as a slave who does not agree with what I have written upon this profile.

We may come together and benefit each other, to help each to become what that one wishes to be. We don't have to agree about everything, we have to agree to work toward the common goal of bettering each other.

You should wish to become a slave, for I wish to own slaves. You should be glad to help me come to know God better, for I wish to know God.You should be glad to encourage my chaste conduct, for I wish to be chaste. You should be glad to help me travel where I wish to travel, live how I wish to live, and even to cage you, praise you, beat you, or whatever else I wish to do, because I wish to do it - unless it is something that will ruin my ultimate purposes of owning slaves and coming to know God and bettering my health. Then, of course, you should be glad to help me remember my purpose.

You should be glad to be directed to spend money, to save money, to build a thing or to tear down a thing, to sell your home or to rent your home or to retain your home in an empty state. You should be glad to gain weight, lose weight, or maintain your weight. You should be glad to eat as I eat, to eat as I bid you eat, to sometimes not eat. You should be glad to do whatever it is that is in the interest of reaching my purposes, including the purpose of making you a stronger, more fulfilled, more educated person.

You will tell me of yourself. I will decide if I shall own you and I shall set your limits. I may ask what your limits are, now; but, it is to be understood that I may add to them or subtract from them whatever I deem as is reasonable. You may not tell me I "must" do this activity or I "may not" do that one, simply because you do not know it or because you fear it. The only absolute limits are set by me, God and the laws of the society we live in, and in roughly that order.

If you agree, and you wish to be considered as a slave, who will be my full time property for as long as I wish to retain it (and as long as circumstances allow), who will live to serve my person and my lifestyle choices, then you may contact me and tell me the tangible things that a slave owner must know to make good use of a slave. These are:

1) Any health issues, medications taken.

2) Personal and/or professional goals

3) Cost of living, including all fees that occur at any time throughout the year, bills, groceries, child support and anything that you spend money on, out of need or because it is a pleasure that is significant in price.

4) Current employment or source of income, including amount of income per month. Including how that employment relates to your ability to move and/or travel.

5) Are you married or single? Do you live with anyone? Do you have children? What ties do you have which you hope not to give up, regarding family, friends, celebration activities?

That, and your profile, are enough to start with.

Understand that my ultimate goal, toward slave ownership, is having absolute control over their person and property, all day every day.  They will go where I tell them to go, do what I tell them to do, be what I need them to be, and give everything I require of them to give. But ...

That is not how it will start. How it will start depends on where you are at in your life, where I am at in my life, including resources available to us both. 
I do not guarantee potential slaves anything but that they will be owned and used for my benefit, their needs will be considered, and their limits will be about their survival including the survival of their employment, social standing and good health. If you question me on this - asking if I will cater to your fetishes, for instance - then you have already proven yourself unworthy to be called a slave.

Seems like the whole State of Arizona is on this site, and as soon as I eliminate all the cross dressers and people into diapers, that will leave me with two people to talk to. One of who is a user and the other of whom is a fake.

Hopefully, that's not true!

That would be because no one NEEDS service when their life is perfect. Why would I want a 24/7 slave if I had everything I needed without one? Slaves are meant to be a useful enhancement of life, not people to cater to the whims of.

Dear s-types: 

I'm done. Don't even bother lying and pretending you want to serve or you can see something beyond vanilla considerations. When it comes right down to it, every one of you that I have met has been some form of selfish, using loser who measures dominance by ability to fuck over others.

Back to only conversation!

Good morning, lovely peoples.

Didn't get to go swimming, today, as the majority of my time was taking up being there for my sister, who had been injured at work and had to go to the Emergency Room. Not to mention that she is the one I go swimming with.

I am back to considering other slaves. The one, he speaks as though he wishes to be a slave, but, as of yet, has not followed through on even the most simple orders. 

Greet me good morning and good evening, tell me about your plans for the day and how your day has gone, every day. is that difficult? This morning, his excuse for last night was that his phone had died. Okay. Yet, this morning, he failed again, and I know his phone was working.

Read my profile and journal entries and answer the apropos questions. Is that hard? Even the worthless one, who ended up not showing up, did answer the profile questions. Not this one,though.

I am not saying I have given up on him, yet; but, I see no point in there being a meeting, nor do I see much reason to continue, unless something changes.

As of right now, I have one man who I am considering as a slave. He is the only one, out of hundreds of applicants, who has proved at all worthy. It's still early days, but, so far, so good.

Thinking more about the house situation. Not about buying the other house, just things that could be done with this one. 

I want to take out the fence, in front, plus the tree and bush. Now, they tree and bush might be able to be trimmed up and transplanted to some other part of the yard. Then, I want to make a semi-circle sort of driveway, so that it starts at one corner (where the tree is), goes up by the front door for dropping off Mistress and groceries, and then goes out to the other corner, where the bush is standing right now. The only thing is, they have one of those built up sides on the sidewalk, right there, and I don't know what would have to be done to legally move them.

Anyway, I'd like there to be a privacy wall around the whole place, where there are gates that can be shut when company is not wanted, but, where people can pull in to the driveway when company is wanted.

The porch would be broadened and otherwise extended, to make a comfortable, shady place for guests and the laundry area would still be accessible by going through a front gate; but, the rest of the yard would be enclosed within another privacy wall and could only be accessed by going through a back door (which would have to be installed). Except that there would be a gate that leads out into the alleyway, just in case one wished to be there.

That way, you see, there would be a front courtyard where family and friends could gather and things would be oh so vanilla. Then, there would be the back courtyard, which they would know as the place where the guest house was built and that would be the explanation for why they were not generally allowed back there.

In the back  there would be a barbecue pit, a "natural pond" pool, a storage shed, a vertical garden along the walls, a small slave quarters, and a lovely, shaded courtyard with a water fountain and fruit tress, and benches and an outdoor bed in which for me to relax. This would be where I enjoyed the company of my slaves and invited mostly only the people who also were into BDSM.

This is mostly because I like to be comfortably nude, without people peering through windows and then complaining about things. So, front yard: non-nude, back yard and sometimes in the house itself, nude. Yaye!

So many men claim to want to be a real slave, and then they start their own mad ramblings, about sex and use of their female owner's body Hmm .. 

It's as if they have never read a history!

A real slave, under most circumstances, would have been put to death if a woman of the household they served, or any other for that matter, even intimated that they slave had dared to hold her hand. Yet, you think that being a real slave is about demanding that your Mistress sit on your face or handle your cock? 

Well, I don't want a "real" slave. I don't want someone who is threatened with death by the government, due to their acting as if human while being the ethnicity that they are; or, who are forced to be with me rather than are with me by choice.

I do want a real person, who acts much like a real slave -including keeping his body parts to himself- and who is willingly acting as such, but, who is under no fear of death or starvation if he does not serve me. I want all the beauty of slavery, with none of the ugliness. 

If a slave is of a certain religious belief, by the way, I will hold him to it. There is no way I shall own a slave who pretends to take his vows seriously. A slave who is vegan will be vegan, and if he is caught eating meat without good cause, he will be severely punished, because, while it is not against my beliefs it is against his own and it is not something which offends me for him to practice. 

If he is a staunch "no meat on Friday" old-fashioned Catholic, then it is Happy Clam Chowder day for him! Or, something similar.

If he is Jewish or Muslim and he tries to sneak pork into his life, he will be severely punished. 

If he is Mormon, he will have no caffeine; not even to the degree that the Mormons often do allow when they are heavily invested in, say, Pepsi products.

Hey, I've done this to total strangers that I did not even own! Don't think I won't do it to you!

And, yes, boys and girls, if he is married, he will cherish his wife, listen to her, serve her by being a husband she can be obedient to; because, those are the vows that they should have taken. 

All of which will be part of their obedience and service to me. 

However, I'm still not fucking them!

Basic facts of life, so get used to them: 
I prefer male slaves as workers, especially where money is involved. Money is power and ego with men.

I prefer female slaves when it comes to using them as play toys. The body is all power and ego with women. 

Yes, for some men, their body is their power and ego, but, then, those are very feminine men and I'm not interested in feminine men or masculine women. I might be willing to have a female as a primary worker, even a wage earner, if she impressed me with her ability to do that and still submit.

Regardless, I mostly prefer slaves to be quiet, to communicate in writing through journal  entries or message boards, except when I allow otherwise. Even more so, if they are play toys and not workers.

I do not want a romantic, loving relationship with slaves. Loving is okay, romantic is not my interest, at this time. I do not want them fawning over me and offering their sexual wiles or begging for me to use them in any way. I want them to listen to me when I tell them what I need them for.

Sometimes, I think it would be fun to have a female slave simply for such things as grooming and play time. Someone who would be helpful during spa treatments, maybe even doing them together but with her attending me and attending to herself, mostly; and, of course, someone to spank, torture her breasts lightly, whip, cage, make crawl in service. Why not? They are pretty! I just don't want them chattering about their feelings to me. 

And, no, I am not talking about having a sexual relationship with a woman. It would be a definite Owner/pwned relationship. Just more about the body than the money or the hard work.

Who has raised you people? Don't tell me "Wolves!", either; because, wolves are more polite!

The man that I was talking to, yesterday, who was supposed to be coming to meet, wrote to me, today, to tell me how sorry he is and how he had left to go have a meal and spend time with friends.

Not, in and of itself, a bad thing to do; but, in the middle of a conversation? Without saying goodbye or checking for my response to the question he asked me? 

Then, today, I get a friend request, from a man whom I had no contact with. Just out of the blue, he wants me to add him to my friends list, or, at least, to add me to his. Why? That would be a lie. We are not only not friends, but, we are not even acquaintances.

Really, I don't think people who haven't even managed to learn basic social skills should be bucking to be slaves. Though,if they must, and that is the worst of them, I suppose the social skills can be beaten in.

Id prefer the sort of slaves, though, who did not need or want to be beaten!

I think I'm done pretending there are still slaves in the world. I had two men who showed potential, who came to me not me to them.

One of them told me he wanted to come, he was given permission to come, but, he never arrived. The other one spent the day going to church and watching football. 
Relatively speaking, it is alright that he did those things; but, if you met someone who you wanted to own you, wouldn't you be at least a little interested in checking to see if they needed anything, or wanted to talk, or had written to you, or anything? I would.

There is no point in owning slaves if that means constantly having to vie for their attention.

Mm hmm ..  just so you know, dear hearts, telling me that I don't know what it's like for a slave, or I don't know how it feels to be used financially, is a great deal like telling a Non-Com General that he understands nothing about going through boot camp, following orders or going to war.

Been there, done that, served my time.  Painfully, sexually, spiritually, tediously, financially I was used for the pleasures of another. I understand.

I also understand that I walked in, with both eyes open, ready to serve both the man and the cause. I didn't whine, shirk my duty, lie or fail to take my punishment when it was deserved; I did not attempt to set the rules; I did not demand that I must be treated this way, given that, or etc. 

The only limits there were was that I told him if it would damage me, or him, or someone else in a serious manner that might not be recovered from, regardless of whether that damage was physical, mental, financial or spiritual. There was no safe word. He didn't need shackles, cages, whips, or chains to keep his slaves in line.

You know why? Because, we all actually were slaves, and we chose to be there, and we meant what we said.

I do this thing, where I will tell someone to bring me things. It will usually be a big, long, complicated order. Then, I might write and add things in, take things out, change things around. Then, I might, if they agree to it, and don't run away, alter it to a more reasonable order, indeed. Might, I say.

Most people get scared away by the first order. Most people are game players, who tell you things like that they make $4,000 per month and are quite willing to put most or all of it at your disposal once you own them, yet, they cannot be ordered to spend between $10 - $100 to prove that they are really the type to give financial service, while, at the same time, being tested for their ability to follow orders. 
I don't ask them to make such declarative statements. They make the offer of their own volition. If they didn't mean it, they shouldn't have said it.

Can't quite imagine making $4,000 per month and even batting my eye at buying lunch and drinks for someone I was just meeting; especially if I knew it was a test. 

What is BDSM coming to? 

"I think the idea of a woman Domme is laughable due to obvious physical limitations." the profile said.

I used to be a street fighter, MMA sort of stuff, and when I was a motorcycle racer  I would sometimes have to pick up the motorcycle, off the ground, with one hand, and carry it up an incline.
I've met men who are stronger than me, to be sure; but, not many. And, even so, it isn't all about physical strength or any old person could lift weights and call themselves dominant.

It may be true that some women can only control by tease and denial, or whatever. It's true of some men, as well, for that matter. But, then, one way or another, either because of actual physical strength or actual physical attributes, the limitations are not obvious.

Anyway ...

"Although the threat of me physically imposing my will exists, I find it much more of a 'turn-on' if those in a D/s relationship can pretty much just recognize the respective dominant and submissive personalities." he goes on to say.

Yes, Sir: personality is mostly everything. It even makes up, sometimes, for alleged physical limitations. 

Actually, the man that I would be most likely to obey in all the earth, is blind, crippled and dying. I would have listened to him, and cherished him, even should he have been in full health when we met. I fell in love with him before I knew he was crippled, and remained friends with him through the rest. He's got that kind of personality.

"Oh, but, see - you fell out of love and only wanted to be his friend, when ..." 

Uh uh. That was his choice.

Boy, that recording sucked, on many levels. Not like me! I only suck on one or two levels, at best.

One thing potential slaves need to understand which they almost never do, is that they are only coming to me as potential slaves and they are only coming to me as a potential owner.

In the majority, they will first see me at the house that I need to clean, repair, etc. I go over there to do some work on it, as I can, when I can. It is not my life.

When I go over there, it is not my home they are seeing, but, the by product of several other persons  not caring about it or the possessions of others. As I am not at home, there is no real air conditioning,  and I am there to put in some work, I will not be dressed to impress; I will be dressed for comfort. 

Though, at this point, I have lost enough weight that most of what I own doesn't fit me anymore, and I don't have the money to replace them. So, for a time, I may not be dressing to impress, regardless.

I seldom wear makeup or hair products, as they make me feel slogged down; I am not a frilly woman, in general. If my ability to be myself, in daylight, in front of other people, inspires you to disbelief in my dominance, then we have such outrageously different ideas as to what dominance is that there is no point in meeting, in the first place.

Will I ever dress up? Mmm .. yeah, because it's fun. For you? Not likely, but, it is possible. Not while I am in the middle of dish-washing/ pest control issues, however.

Just read a beautiful profile which succinctly expressed something I can understand and which I was, to some extent, trying to explain, below. 
How did she put it?  Something like "Even though the world is my bitch, I am his." 

When I had a master, that was very true, in one way; and, once I had fallen in love with a certain someone, it became true, in a different way. Though, we are not together, so I am not, technically, his anything.

In theory, there will be a meeting between myself and a potential slave, today.  He said he would come, before I gave him orders on what to bring. Now to see if he will still come, after having been told this information; and, of course, if he does show up, if he manages to get the order right.

The last guy didn't get it right, but, then he was really a very dominant person who was curious about being enslaved, not someone who actively wanted to be enslaved, as it turns out.

What I was going to say, below, but, never quite got around to, was that .. hmmm ... 

Psychologically dominant people are not like "Hello, I'm a big bad Dom!" dominant people. They don't have to constantly be displaying their control, constantly on top of every last little aspect of behavior, because, they always know who and what they are.  It's not a role to play, or a position in society; it is the common fact of their existence, even if society should crumble.

This gives people pause, and makes them think they are safe to attempt to oppress them, because they are not standing at attention, growling or barking orders all day long.

Observant people,  including people in Special Ops who are trained to look for their type, will see that there is something else there. They may appear, on the surface level, to just be slogging through their boring, oh so pedestrian life and waiting to be taken over, the same as everyone else; but, there is always that in their eyes which, if one is remotely observant, stops one in one's tracks. What their eyes say is "I can wait. You haven't gone too far and I can be patient with your idiocy."

Many people have a natural reaction to me, and they think it is dislike, because they don't understand what they are dealing with. They take the things I say as judgement against them,  the fact that I wish to walk somewhere as an indication that they must move out of my way to let me by or cease to walk there;  some people take everything as a challenge or an insult. I don't go around challenging and insulting people. It's just that they naturally assume I am in charge, or at least that I think I am. 

No, this is still not what I was going to say last night. It's just that, before I say it, you need some sort of understanding of where I am coming from. I have, at times, walked into a house where the police were attempting to arrest people, ordered them out of that house and actually had them leave, even though they had a warrant, probable cause and actual proof of law breaking in action."No." I said. "This is not the time." and they believed me.

Will that happen every time? Of course not. Some people will be more worshipful of their duty or have a very dominant commander, or view anything I do as a challenge of their authority. It's  all part of the wonder of being dominant. 

You see, the way life works is that if you are submissive, people respond to that as if you are disgustingly weak and  instead of accepting the urge you have to do for others as a positive quality that works well in their favor, they will try to push you into bad situations where they can bully and break you.

Whereas, if you are dominant, people respond to it as if you are saying they are disgustingly weak and instead of accepting that you are respecting their authority,  they will react to the fact that you are CHOOSING to respect their authority as an insult and they will try to push you into bad situations, where they can bully and break you.

All people? No. Most are sheep, who wonder about confused and not even being observant enough to know themselves. Some respond very positively to anyone who can show them the way to do a thing, and, of course, some of them are also dominant or also submissive, and those ones are just happy to find another human being that makes sense!

A good lot of the sheep latch onto BDSM as a means of understanding themselves and how to get through the day  That's alright. They do fine enough, most of them, with one sheep leading or serving the other. It makes them happy and doesn't harm either. The problem is when the sheep run into the wolves and get torn apart.

No, I do not mean the dominants. It's the ones who are there to bully and destroy, who can't accept that people don't have to be just like them, that tear them up. They don't tear me up, because I am a dominant person by nature and don't give a flying rat's ass what they think. Though, it can be a horrible little experience having one of the wolves or sheep begging me to let them dominate me. Ugh!

Most of the dominants and slaves in BDSM , the ones who are more about living together and day-to-day things and less about fetish play and costumes, are psychologically dominant. Most of the other ones are actually psychologically submissive. 

Mm hmm . Yes. I said that! Sorry if you don't like it, but, it is true. The majority of people playing the dominant role are submissive and that is why they must be cruel, make up rules that no one can live by, keep people locked in cells, dehumanize their property, etc. Some of them, though, can be very loving for the same exact reason. They want to give and do and be for someone else, and the way they have found to do it, safely, is to enslave that someone else and attempt to make them happy by beating them in just the way they like.

Again, mostly, it makes them happy and no harm done, so who cares? 

The problem is that people like me, who are not just BDSM-dominant and people like (hopefully) you who are not just wanting to be a  play time slave, have an extremely hard and sloggy time of it, finding each other.

And, then, when we do find each other, with our heads stuffed full of erroneous information based on the observations of (mostly) people who simply cannot understand us,  one of us goes and says something, that defies almost all that "knowledge" and throws the other one right off their game, like this:

I love to be sexually dominated. I love the feel of a man's hand in my hair, holding me in place or pulling me toward him, making me kiss him. One of the best things that ever happened to me was when the much older man that I was seeing  ordered me to turn over on my belly, and then he climbed on top of me so that his arms were pinning mine down and took my arse, hard.  I dream of men like Sean Connery - not cruel, but, forceful, dominant, confident men. 

I also, however, love to sexually dominate men - forceful, dominant, confident men.It's just that, sexually, I mostly prefer it to be the other way around.  I am, after all, a woman. And, I do not fear them, nor do I hate them. I am not playing at being dominant and I do not dwell in fear. I dwell in love. Love should be bold and yielding, taking and giving, on both sides.

I could live with such a man as my husband, because he has enough strength to allow me to be myself without fear of it destroying him, and without hatred of women. He'd make a good save, if that's what he wanted to be, because, the good slaves for dominants like me are also dominants like me.

Perhaps you'd say I have odd desires for a dominant woman. I do have desires that are not all about stomping the boys down, to be sure, and so  I always have. 

Had a Master, once, who told me, while rubbing his face in consternation, "You are not a submissive, you are not a  slave, you are not a dominant and you are not a switch. You are something Else."  He would call me that: the girl from Else. 

See, a dominant is (allegedly) dominant all the time; and a submissive is (allegedly) submissive all the time. A switch is (allegedly) either one or the other, but, only one at a time.

But, what is a woman who has an IQ bigger than a bread basket, who can see most sides, most points of views, and find desirability in all, all at once, almost all the time?

What is a woman who will order you to spank her and do it right, like you mean it, if you know what's good for you? Or, who will laugh at you and say "Thank you, Sir. May I have another." when you give her a stroke with your belt? Who you cannot win against, because she will wear you down; but, who will sit at your feet and fetch you drinks when you are too tired to go on with the fight?

Don't answer that. Don't bother. You'll be wrong. As the song says "Just when you think you've got me figured out, the seasons already changing." Except that some things always remain the same. I'm always me and I'm always sure I am the one to listen to. If you had paid more attention, you would have noticed the word 'a'.

I am not 'a' dominant.  It is not a role to be played. It is not a way of life. I am dominant, but, not a dominant. I could serve you, if it amused me.  I could be kind to you if I loved you. And, I would, until you did the wrong thing, and then I'd take over. It's what I do, it's who I am.

So, enough of your twaddle, as to how women cannot be truly dominant and have to act like men to get anywhere. 

Want some further insight?

Once, there was a Kiss poster, where the boys in the band were on a circular stage. They were, apparently, aggressively singing at and whipping various leather and rubber clad women, who were also in Kiss make-up, and who were arranged around the stage.

My brother and sister saw me looking at it, discussed things among themselves, and then came and asked me if i really liked that poster. I said I did.

"Well, uhm, which would you rather be?" asked my brother.

"I don't want to be any of them. I want to be me. " said.

"No, I mean, would you rather be on the stage or one of those girls?" he asked. My sister looked nervous, waiting for my answer. I had heard them using the word "weird" and talking worriedly about what sort of person I might be and the intimation was that they thought there was something wrong with me, that could be discovered by their line of questioning.  I knew this, but, I didn't know what they wanted to garner from it, persay. I was still a very young child.

"Both." I said, having decided that truthfulness was the best policy.

They discussed things some more. "She said BOTH." he hissed at her. Obviously, she was not satisfied with that answer. Coming back, they tried again, and this time she demanded that I choose one. So I did.

I pointed to one of the ladies and said "Her."

"We didn't mean which one do you want to look like .." began my sister, sneeringly. 

"I know."  I said  "I don't even know what her face looks like, so why would I choose to look like her? Even so, her."

She got very upset and tried to make me answer the question, again, but, my brother stopped her. "She answered it good enough. She's in the audience." he said. 

Then he turned to me and said "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." I said.

"Don't you know what that means?" he wailed. "Those women are there to be whipped and used, and treated like sluts."  My sister said a few similar things, too.

"I don't want to be those women." I said . "I want to be her." 

"We already told you it isn't about looks." said my sister. I assured her that wasn't my motivation, again. "Yes, it is!" she yelled. "It's because she's got bigger boobs and her cleavage is showing."

"No it isn't." I replied.
"Yes it is!" she screamed, before starting to cuss at me and repeat herself.

"No, it isn't." I replied.

"Now, wait." said my brother. He had to say it more than once to get her to calm down. Then, he continued. "Let me ask her something!" he told her. Then, he turned to me and asked "Why her, out of all of them. You said her, not just to be one of them, so why that one if it isn't about her looks." 

"Well, it is about her looks in that .." I began. My sister had to be calmed, again, before I could continue. "It's not what her body looks like. It's the look on her face, her body .."  She had to be calmed some more. "Not what her body looks like, but the way it looks , her .. the way she .."

"Her body language?" he asked.

"Uhm .. yeah. The way she is." I said.

"Why?"he asked.

"She's the same as everyone else!"my sister screamed. "They are all there wanting to get whipped and she wants it, too; so don't try to pretend she doesn't or that you don't want to  be one of them, or that you're not a pervert .." she went on, before being calmed down, again.

"Why?" asked my brother. "What do you think is different about her? Because that guy is looking at her more and noticing her more than the others?"  Which was true, but, I hadn't seen it for myself until he pointed it out.

"No." I said. "Because, she is pretending." 

And, then, he asked me what I meant and I went on to say something like that all the other women there were submitting to a whipping and fawning over the men. She, on the other hand, was starting to stand up, she was watching what they did, and she was pretending to be just like the other women so as to lull them into a false sense of security. They, the men, were so caught up that they failed to notice that she was lunging forward and reaching out to yank the whip out of the one guy's hand. In fact, she was about to turn the tables on him and before they knew it, she'd be up on the stage, alone, and they'd be down there with the other women.

"Hmm ..." said my brother. "You appear to be right. I didn't even notice that. Don't know how you did, that quickly, but, okay." 

He walked away.

"That's it?" I called out. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." he said.

"No more calling me weird or yelling that I'm a pervert?" I asked.

"Well ...  no yelling." he said.

"But, still and all a weirdo and a pervert?" I asked.

"Yeah" he said "But, at least you aren't being abused." 

"So, wait!" yelled out my sister. "Now we're okay with it? Its still ..."

"I don't care if she whips some guy that deserves it or wants it that way." said my brother. "I just don't want any sister of mine looking to get abused by some asshole."

I don't remember how old we all were, but, she was 7 years older than me, and he was 4-1/2 years older than me, and no one was in high school, yet; not even our eldest sister.

End of story.

He said he worries our personalities might not be compatible. Then, he proceeded to mostly ignore me in ways that I wonder if they are not part of testing me. He wasn't acting that way before. Then, again, maybe he just met someone else or became more interested in them, regardless of when he met them.

Oh well! 

I, too, worry that our personalities would not be compatible, because, while he seems to have some similar interests in some ways, he doesn't seem to be a slave.

The thing is, I started out just wanting good conversation - I mean, as in I rejoined the site for that purpose  and he and I had that, together; but, he rather indicated he'd be interested in being owned and I am interested in owning the right someone.

But, I think the usual thing has happened. 

What's the usual thing? 
I'm a nice person. So, of course, when I'm just talking to people, I come off as a nice person and that, unfortunately, tends to translate as submissive, weak, unable to command. 

So, despite approximately 10, 000 years (sic) of experience, countless slaves trained, training other dominants, etc. what people see is "nice" and they lose faith in my abilities.

I'm not nice to slaves, though. Hmm .. well, I'm not cruel and evil to slaves, but, you know, I keep them in their place. I'm very strict and controlling, and do not treat them as friends or anything but slaves. I will consider their health and I may even give them a reward, if it pleases me to do so, but, they are for my use, and they are treated as property. 

Oh, and part of my point that I was going to make, below, but good too distracted to get in was this:
Sometimes dominant people, to test slaves, let the place go. Or, they purposely take them to someone else's house, so that the slave does not know their address and, yet, they can be tested in a very nasty proving ground.

See, it separates the players from the actual slaves. An actual slave is geared toward helping others and they will want to scrub the floor, fix the cat odor problem, fix the door, etc. Whereas a player wants all the trappings of being a slave and none of the actual work.

If a dominant invites you over, expect to be tested. If you know they want you for work, expect to find some hard work waiting for you. Obviously, they are not going to take you on without you proving you can do what you say you are both capable and willing to do. And, even if they are not the dominant for you, when all is said and done, at least you have some of the joy of serving and a decent reference for the next time you go to meet someone.

So, in such a situation, I suggest you just go ahead and clean. You might just find, by the time you've proven that you can do the work, that they've directed you in your work so well that you now believe they can do as they advertise, as well.

Another example of poor slave material. This is quoted from a journal entry of a man who claims to be slave:

"I arrive at her house, As I walk inside the door is broken while three dogs bark at me. I attempt to close the door and told to come inside and sit down on the couch that smells like cat urine.

I look over in the corner and piles old laundry covers the room. I look around to my amazement there is a hole in the hallway wall with a picture over it ..as an attempt to hide this.

Wow....... I politely excuse myself and drive back home.Now the story could be told better, but how can one let go and serve another if you can’t even take responsibility for yourself? HELLO?????"

Let's start with the three dogs. He obviously has a problem with three barking dogs. I'm sure he is trying to make a point of the state of the house and the fact that there are three dogs, when she probably cannot afford them. Does he know, though, where those three dogs came from and why she has them? Did he ask?

What if the three dogs were being horribly abused by their owner, down the road, and she marched over, kicked his door in and stole his dogs right out from under his nose? Or, what if they were strays and starving and she took them in and is trying to find owners for them? Or, what if she had the dogs, for her kids who died in a car accident, right before she lost her job, and so her house went to wrack and ruin due to having a bad year, and, yet, she needs that connection with her children and sacrifices some of her own comforts to feed them? Or, what if she moved into a neighborhood that later got taken over by door kicking creepazoids, who keep robbing her blind and so she needs the dogs for protection? Did he ask? Apparently, no.

Or, should we start with the door. A slave walks up to a broken door and the first thing he thinks it to pass judgement on the owner of the door? Is he there as a real estate agent or a slave? Slaves see broken doors and they think how they can fix it. Sometimes, they fix it before they go in to the house to begin with. That's one of the things slaves are useful for, and why they get kept around.

Does he know why the door was broken? Did the cops come by and kick it in, because the dogs were inside barking? Did the neighbor come and kick it in, trying to get his dogs back before she valiantly fought him off? Were her children killed during a home invasion? Did one of the house robbing neighborhood junkies make a stop at her house the night before? Did he ask?

Did the cat get in because of the broken door? Is the cat upset because of a recent move or due to a recent house robbery or because she recently moved in three stray dogs? Did he ask?

Not too long ago, I had an alleged slave come over to a house where I had told him what had occurred to it before he even came over. I told him it was not my house, but, it belonged to my family and that it needed to be cleaned and repaired, that it had some of my stuff in it from before when I had lived there - which survived the repeated breaking and enterings, and the fact that someone stole the carport and storage shed - and that really the whole place needed to be emptied, cleaned out, fixed up, etc.  I also told him that I would meet him there, so he would know what he was getting into and what we'd both be working on, but, not at the home I was living in, because that is not so private and I cannot host there  - and that he and I would definitely not be living together, until this sad little house was in better repair, due to privacy issues, etc.

When he got there, he saw it, made his assumptions - which had nothing to do with the truth that I was telling him - got all dominant on me, tried to force me to "tell the truth" about it actually being my permanent residence, and told me he could never serve me ... same basic story as the alleged slave above - and yet we could be friends. Then, decided we couldn't be that, either, I guess, just because I was still "lying".

It's really not a slave's job to assume. Nor is it a slave's job to judge, except, as I said, through actually serving and seeing what transpires. Obviously, if the person immediately wants you to bring them $1,000 or agree to meet them at a strange address where you will immediately be blind-folded, tied-up and gagged, that counts as serving and a perfect time to judge.

And, it's really, really a bad idea to make judgements of the worth and potential dominance of someone based on whether they have money to affect repairs or time to keep up on their housework or etc. Even more so, for a slave; because, after all, people need slaves for what they can do, first, and who they are, later.  Even so - Gandhi was a poor, sickly, geeky looking man who this slave fellow wouldn't have given the time of day to; Jesus hadn't two denari to rub together, most of the time; William Wallace was a poor farmer in a back water bit of a smallish island; Martin Luther King, Jr.  was a fairly humble man who couldn't even sit in the back of a bus because of how looked down upon his people were; Abraham Lincoln grew up without shoes on his feet or being able to afford any book besides the Bible; Louisa May Alcott was an oppressed woman who had no right to work outside the home, in a country where being a writer was considered worse, to many, than being a whore; and, on the flip side of that coin, Jezebel was a very successful business woman, as was Heidi Flyce however you spell her name) and John Wayne Gacey was a middle class, happily married, beloved Scout Master.

Try to judge by standards that count!

Lastly, before i go off into the wilds of work and culinary boredom (if not worse):
What is with all this cuckolding shite? I am talking to/about slaves, here. It is impossible for a slave to be cuckolded, in reality; and, even should one choose to ignore the meaning of the word, it is still grossly bad manners for a potential slave to even consider asking an owner to do any such thing.

Think about it! You would be a slave, she would be your owner. Who should be guiding whom?
If I own you, it is up to me to decide if we have sex with each other or anyone else; either as part of the initial agreement before you begin service or after service has begun.

If I want to go out and have sex with 20 guys a day, or never have sex again, or marry one guy and only have sex with him, that is my business. It is my body, mind, energy and potential sin.

If you want to go out and have sex with 20 guys a day, or never have sex again, or marry one guy, that is between me and the government who won't allow you to marry a guy if you are one. If you want to do that, but with girls and you are a guy, then it is still up to me. You are a slave!

I may tell you to go do what you want and give you time to pursue it; I may laugh at you and lock you away in a chastity device; I may tell you  that you can do it but only with me and only in this position; I may take you over to some nasty people's house and make you service them in that way for a few hours; or I may decide you are that one guy and marry you and we may have strictly vanilla sex or wildly kinky sex, or something half- and-half with a lime twist. You are a slave!

My body belongs to me! Your body belongs to me! You are a slave.

I had a weird, errant thought. Something about poly versus Polly Pocket relationships. It's hard to explain. I'm sure it involves snapping people into aprons and moving them from room to room, though!

Been talking to someone rather wonderful, just recently (like since I started this account), who seems very promising.
"Oh, does that mean he's some sucker who you can trick into giving you money?" Err .. no ...  

It means he seems to want to be a slave, with some of the same interests, so that we might just get along as owner/owned with less pain and trauma than might occur, otherwise.
And ...

He seems to be honest, and to have his head on straight as to what it means to be a slave. He appears to take interest in what I have to say, to really listen and consider, and not to be too uptight over what has to, or must not, occur for someone to be owner or owned.

I am still waiting for the shoe to drop, so to speak. It seems something always goes dreadfully wrong and I am used to it being so, to the point where it is hard to believe there is a real hope of this being genuine.
For instance, the last person I was talking to, where it seemed to be going about as well, all of a sudden whipped out a weird fetish on me. Now, it was one I could more or less live with, until I realized he wanted someone to cater to it, and to a greater extent than I even could, and he was willing to pay for that with work and money. His goal was not to be a slave. Once he thought he had beguiled me with money talk, he relaxed and started being less attentive, instead of more as one would expect someone to be with a person who they wished to be considered by, and, so, I dismissed him and blocked him.

The time before that, more or less the same thing, except the fetish was related to trying to bribe me into chopping off his balls.

Then, of course, there are all the men who say they want to be a slave and, instead, turn out to  want to be a husband who gets nagged at by his wife and tortured sexually by her, as well. ZZzzzzz

So, I am waiting. I asked him if he would run away from me, if I said let's do this. He said he would not. Maybe he won't. Maybe I won't run away from him, either!  Maybe ....

Do you agree? Don't just tell me yes or no, tell me why.

BSDM is an erotic art which does not require conventional sex acts to explore and practice. That's my philosophical story, and I'm stickin' to it.

BDSM is, above and beyond a physical need,

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you. -- Erich Fromm

We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us toward living in a fundamental way. -- Audre Lorde

In a sense, you will find that it does not matter what stance you take in bondage and discipline games. Either role done well transcends into the other, and to be done well both require trust. -- Lady Ravinia

A riding crop and a blindfold doesn't make it BDSM. There is a big difference between being kinky and being in the scene. It's not a sexual thing to me, it's a very spiritual thing. -- DominaBlue

Discipline gives total freedom; it allows you to go beyond limitations, to break through boundaries and reach the highest goal. -- Chidvilasananda

You need somebody to love while you're looking for someone to love. -- Shelagh Delaney

Only through the understanding and acceptance of the sacramental value of submission will slavehood be true.

Ritual is important. It is fulfilling and meaningful. It is beautiful. It is symbolic, mnemonic, and instructive. It establishes protocols. It expresses, defines, and clarifies conditions. It is essential to, and ingredient within, civilization. Similarly, do not overlook the significance and value of symbolism." Vagabonds of Gor -- -- John Norman

Power is like being a lady. . . if you have to tell people you are, you aren't. -- Margaret Thatcher

A mediocre Master tells, a good Master teaches, an excellent Master explains, but a True Master inspires -- Anonymous

A sadist is someone who refuses to be mean to a masochist. -- Anonymous

BDSM appears to stand in opposition to much religious doctrine (speaking primarily to the Christian doctrines here), and there are aspects on the extreme fringes that in fact are in opposition to direct religious teachings. I said 'appears' for a very good reason. In fact, a large percentage of the spiritual teachings parallel the basic premises of D/s. -- Mistress Steel

Woman was created from Man's rib; Not made from His head to top Him; Nor from His feet to be trampled; But from His side to be His equal, Under His arm to be protected, And near His heart to be loved. -- Unknown

There is a chain that binds U/us,
Me to him and him to me,
An end holds the collar, my hand holds an end,
If I tug, he'll feel the pull,
But if he tugs, I'll feel it too...

-- Kalani Dagger

A slave submits primarily to her own nature… That she requires a material, extrovert focus for her submission, i.e. the dominant, does not alter the fact that on the spiritual level her submission is essentially introverted. One could say that through the dominant she submits to herself by proxy… Each makes the other possible, tied together as they are in symbiotic interdependence. -- J. Mikael Togneri

How does a master center a slave? Being centered is a Zen term that means a person is balanced, calm, healthy, peaceful, grounded, nourished. Some might see it as a relaxed state, one of calm, creative, full of the realization of being well-off, in communion with one's self and one's environment… How does a master center a slave? He does it by creating, with his slave, a right relationship, that is, one in which each is free to be him or herself; one with openness, honesty, and clarity of purpose. Centering comes from having a clear focus, mutual support, encouragement, and purpose. -- Jack Rinella

The number one job of the dominant is to continually seduce consent
from the bottom. -- Joseph Bean

You can read a hundred books and cruise a thousand websites and chatrooms, but it will not equal one hour of real-time BDSM experience. -- Sensuous Sadie

Love does not dominate; it cultivates. -- Goethe

ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave. -- From the movie Labryinth -- David Bowie

To have someone give you control of their bodies and minds,
to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them,
to have someone willing to suffer for you,
to forsake pride and dignity to please you...
what other gift in this world can possibility equate to that?
And more importantly, what makes you worthy to receive it? -- Anonymous

Why does a man take it for granted that a girl who flirts with him wants him to kiss her- when, nine times out of ten, she only wants him to want to kiss her. -- Helen Rowland

Love well, whip well. -- Benjamin Franklin

In the beginning I was fooled by Dominants who were good looking, had charisma, dressed well, and had that "dominant" personae. I soon realized that these things are easy to fashion. Real Dominance is a deep and visceral thing, something that has nothing to do with the trappings of BDSM. -- Sensuous Sadie

Without discipline, there's no life at all. -- Katharine Hepburn

That which yields is not always weak. -- Jacqueline Carey

You are no one's slave, dog, slut, or sub until you give them that right. Only you can give it. No one can take or assume it without your permission. -- Jack Rinella

 The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands. -- Benjamin Franklin

The way a slave should feel:

If I have been of service, if I have glimpsed more of the nature and essence of ultimate good, if I am inspired to reach wider horizons of thought and action, if I am at peace with myself, it has been a successful day. -- Alex Noble

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy. -- Rabindranath Tagore

I want to put myself absolutely at your mercy for good or evil without any condition, without any limit to your power. -- Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new. -- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The wonder of being a slave, as you put it, isn't that we serve when it suits us but rather that we serve always. -- Unknown

True Submission & Servitude is not only a form of Respect, but your natural birthright vocation. It is an obligation of servitude, which you are bound to honour your Mistress.

-- Supreme Mistress Kajun

Do not be like servants who serve their masters expecting to receive a reward; be rather like servants who serve their master unconditionally, with no thought of reward. -- Antigonus of Sokho

Bottoms have appetites that are their own, whereas slaves' needs become the same as those of the Master. -- Guy Baldwin

Submission is not about being used, submission is about being of use. submission is not about what is done to you, submission is about what you do for others

Fools despise wisdom and discipline. -- Proverbs 1:7

Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains. -- Friedrich von Schiller

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do till you require. -- William Shakespeare

Submission can actually engender power: realizing that you have something to give, and that you are capable of mastering your own will to give it up the way your top wants it instead of the way you think S/He should want it, can inspire pride: not the false pride of an inflated ego, but the true pride that, like humility, comes from knowing the depths of your self. -- William Henkin

I am your servant. I shall not be free. You will protect me; you will keep me safe; you will guard me. You will keep me sound; you will protect me from every demon. -- Ancient Egyptian woman's slave contract

Slavehood is a vocation, comparable and equal in every way to any religious calling. -- J. Mikael Togneri

What is my life if I am no longer useful to others. -- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice--no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service. -- John Burroughs

I've come to believe that each of us has a personal calling that's as unique as a fingerprint - and that the best way to succeed is to discover what you love and then find a way to offer it to others in the form of service, working hard, and also allowing the energy of the universe to lead you. -- Oprah Winfrey

For me, D/s is a graded endeavor. There are definitive levels of achievement. There is an unacceptable level of performance. Effort is not enough to make the grade. -- Sir C

A 'working' bottom--one who is actively putting the Top's 'work' to joyful use--has liberty where he or she imagined limits. -- Joseph W. Bean

I want to do with you
What spring does
With the cherry trees. -- Pablo Neruda

Any man that can't find what he is looking for in a thousand women is really looking for a boy. -- Gershon Legman

Used to be on my profile:

Listen up, s-types: Before you contact me, asking to serve me, consider these definitions:

Domme: Female who dominates other people sexually, for pay.

Mistress: Female head of the household.

Master: Owner of slaves, teacher.

Figure out which one you are seeking. Don't contact me if you are looking for the glorified prostitute. Don't expect me to agree to own you if you are looking for a mistress. If you really are looking for an owner, perhaps we have something to talk about.

People who just want to email and be friendly are welcome to do so, regardless of what else they are seeking or what position they hope to be in.

Another example:
I am feeling very submissive and the need to please a Domme. If you enjoy - tight bondage, cock slapping, 5lb weights on balls, anal abuse, face sitting, ass eating, water sports, forced cum-eating or forced bi as a present for your boyfriend - then please contact me. ....  I am married and have visible job, so I request no permanent marks, at least where publically visible.... My ideal Mistress enjoys bondage, cbt. She would have friends of both sexes that she enjoys humiliating me in front of them.....

Desires:
Humiliation:  naked and instructed by Mistress and her friends at a social gathering. Perhaps Mistress' friends would enjoy having slave masturbate for them and be forced to eat cum.  There is nothing this slave will not do for Mistress.
Forced bi:  Would Mistress like to force this slave to service another man?
Pain: If Mistress desires to torture her slaves cock and balls. cock whipping, ball-sack stretching, cock clapping. Perhaps Mistress would enjoy having slave kneel at toilet while she drops the lid on her slave cock .... I've read many articles on CFNM and Forced-Bi. It seems I am not alone in my interests so there is much competition for a Mistress. Please contact me and give me a try. I will do my best to make you proud of calling my your sub/slut and eventually slave.

Trust me, when I tell you that I cut out a whole lot of "I want to be used and abused" talk while quoting from his profile.

This is another man who claims to be a slave. Yet, nowhere in there does he say anything about seeking the qualities of a dominant female, and nowhere in there does he offer anything actually useful to a Mistress. Also, he claims to want to be owned by a woman, but, everything about his profile screams "I'm a gay man who is married to a woman and I need you to force me to act out my gay fantasies". You know, the usual thing: strap-ons, forced bi, etal.

In other words, he is a man who is manipulating women by claiming to be something useful in order to get what he wants. Disgusting!

Ran into a profile, yesterday, that is a prime example of what I was talking about, below, in regards to a man who claims to want to be a slave, that he loves female supremacy, and yet what he says he lives for is Queening.

That's it, all he says he lives for; one thing that is all about using the woman's body in a way that pleases himself.

Now, he's changed his profile, since yesterday, so I can't make some points that I was going to make then. However, he has not actually changed it for the better.

It says, in part: If you ... don't feel complete without sitting on a slave's face  .. just love to get your asshole licked by a slave all the time  ... are heavily into tormenting your slaves nipples

This is all about sex and kink, not anything about BDSM! Sex and kink is not what BDSM is comprised of; though both may be included into a BDSM lifestyle.

Which is the main problem with allowing sluts, kinksters and fetishists onto BDSM sites and into BDSM events. They don't just live their life and let you live yours, but, take over the place, like cockroaches, and foul it up for everyone else, making it impossible to dwell comfortably within the lifestyle that one has chosen, as one always has to sort through their mess to find anything worth living with.

Want more proof?

...your main goal is to find someone who does match your kinks AND your vanilla personality

Now, the main goal of someone who is kinky but vanilla is to find someone to live a vanilla life with, but, who matches their kinks. The main goal of someone who wishes to own slaves is to own slaves and use them for their benefit.

Among other things he also says this:

LIFE isn't about what you owe to a bank but what you owe to your own pleasures.

I'm willing to put myself into YOUR service to support you on the latter, indeed.

Thereby making it clear that he is willing to serve a woman in whatever way involves him getting use of her body, and in no ways that involve her getting use of any part of him that would actually bring comfort to body or mind

Yet, he claims to be a slave. If he was claiming to be a switch, maybe that would be believable; but, these are not the words or desires of a slave. Yes, a slave might enjoy those activities, if allowed,

and they might hope to be so allowed, but, they would not make such activities their main goal and criteria for determining if a woman is a lady, is dominant, and is worthy of being owned by. That just wouldn't be an actual slave's real need.

Dear s-type men: 

You know what your main problem is? You are still thinking primarily about yourself, and as men who want to be served by women.

That's why you immediately start offering up weird, graphic sex talk. Men are the "straight to the genitals" kind of people. Women are not - unless the women are in an odd mood that day, or, unless, the women are catering to the whims of men in order to trick them into giving to the woman what she wants. The latter being the far more likely of the two to be occurring.

If you really want to serve a woman, especially if you really worship women as most of you claim to do, then you will come to understand women. You will offer them the things they actually desire, because you will cease to view the world through your male-oriented mind set and, instead, view it through her eyes.

Now, the sex talk is the worst of it, because you do go on about it, incessantly. You need to understand that your cock is of almost no importance, whatsoever, on most days. No one cares if you want it tortured, locked away, chopped off or otherwise care to put it on display as being of such high importance. Remember, it was a man who came up with the concept of penis envy, not a woman. It was (probably homosexually inclined ) wishful thinking on his part.  If you really wanted to be owned by a woman, you'd stop bringing your penis up - no pun intended - every 5 minutes and just deal with the fact that if and when she is interested in it, she will let you know. Otherwise, it has no importance in her life, she doesn't care what you do with it so long as it is available for whatever use she might have for it later; she just wants you to shut up about it and get on with life.

When you talk to a man about your genitalia or his, it reaffirms your desire for him and makes him feel more manly. When you talk to a woman about your genitalia or hers, it is

an aggressive, insulting act  - unless she has indicated such a desire. For women, sex is mainly a way of showing affection, and no one likes you that much, in that kind of way; if they did, you would be their husband, not their slave or sub. Get over yourself.

The sex talk is, by no means, the only problem, though. How about the "A dominant should never give a slave choices!" crap?  You men always think that women are giving you choices and this is leaving you too much freedom or even leaving you directly in charge of activities. That is not because it is true, but, because you are unobservant bumpkins who do not understand women and who expect them to act like men.

Almost every man is familiar with the conversation at a restaurant, wherein the woman wants to know what he is ordering before she decides what she is ordering. You should also be familiar with the question "Why didn't you just order fries, if you want fries?" which you ask at restaurants, sometime directly after she takes some of your fries (with or without asking) even though she made a bold, declarative statement of not wishing to have fries.  These things tend to baffle men. You, however, should not be baffled, because you are an s-type who wants to be owned by a woman, and, so, should be making the effort to understand it from their point of view.

I mean, why is it you want to be owned by a woman, anyway? What is your motivation? Why a woman?

A woman is confronted by an entire package of french fries. This is her option When she is asked if she wants fries, this is what she takes into consideration. No one needs an entire package of french fries, and, on most days, she does not want to have one - not even a small one. Yet, she also does not like throwing away food that is paid for, and she doesn't want to help you ruin your health by adding more fries into your gullet, when you've already ordered a large fry. Therefore, the best alternative, whereby she can have some of the good taste of french fries, while feeling good about her spending habits and ability not to waste things, and actually help you, instead of hinder you, health-wise is for her to eschew the purchase of her own french fries and to, instead, eat some of yours. It makes no sense to most men, because they only consider the problem through male perspective and male perspective is very "here and now": I want this. I will have it. The end.

Women think on more tracks than men (obviously a generalization, as some men can and do think constantly and on multiple tracks). Men are capable of being brain dead and yet alive; women are never not thinking. This is why you should never ask a woman what she is thinking and then accuse her of being dishonest when she has to pause to give you an answer. See, for a man, if he pauses, he is probably being deceitful, because he is thinking - usually - about one thing and his decision is "To tell or not to tell?"  A woman may be thinking about 6 major things, which each branch off into 18 minor things, which may intersect with some other minor things and create a new subset of thought tracks, or they may simply branch off into related tracks. So, when a woman pauses, it is not usually to decide if to tell, but, what to tell. For, if she were to full answer your question, to the best of her ability, at any given time that would likely take hours if not days. Plus, she has to determine which, in fact, is the bit of what she was thinking that is most pertinent to the person asking and the situation they are in.

This is true of situations involving ordering dinner, as well. When you ask a woman what they are going to order, or put her into that situation, she is not, as a man is, thinking "Oh, steak. Yes. I want that, now."  She is considering how she will feel, later, if she decides to order  THIS and then you order THAT, when she loves THAT and always wants THAT but she also wants to try something new. She is considering how it will go with the wine that has caught he eye, how it all relates to the dress that's on sale that she wants to fit into, what it may or may not do to her breath or her teeth, memories of past restaurant choices, and so many other things related to the entire concept of ordering food. So, often, she literally does not know what she wants until you have made up your mind.

If she is with another woman, this is no problem.One of them says "I won't know what I want until you decide." and the other one, understanding, and maybe even echoing the sentiment, will choose something. Or, maybe, it having been volleyed back to her the 1st one will. Or, if they really can't decide, they will ask the waitress for some pertinent information, such as "Tell me what to order between this and this."  And, yes, the waitress will, most of the time, understand this perfectly, tell her what to order and then not take offence if she orders something else, instead.  And, often, whomever chooses first among the women will change their mind after the other woman has made her choice; and, of course, there is the "Let's order this and that, and share." scenario.

This works for women. They understand the thought processes behind it. Happy men come to understand it, at least enough, to agree to make a choice and to accept that, sometimes, a woman will then glare at him and tell him he's not allowed to order that because she wants it. He also learns to expect shared meals. I suspect this is why those big family meals at Chinese restaurants have become so popular. I have seen very happy husbands, who were far happier than other husbands, because they learned to order the large fry when they wanted the medium, so that their wife could have some and they would still get as much as they wanted; to order food based not only on what he wanted but on what he was sure she would most like to share with him or which would help her decide to order the salad she really felt she should be eating, anyway. They were very smart men who understood their women Some of them were also the owners of those women who were their slaves.

Women are always women, regardless of who is in charge in the relationship. You can order them, you can take orders from them, but, you cannot change the fact that they are women and will continue to think like women.  The main difference in the ordering situation, is that when the man wants his own plate of food to himself, if he is dominant he will tell her what to order and that she cannot have any of his food, and if he is submissive he will ask politely if he may order this thing that may not be to her liking and have it for himself.  This wanting your own plate to yourself is a concept women understand and, sometimes, feel for themselves; so they will occasionally allow it among their men.

Back to sex. Men who want women to want them, sexually, do not openly display their genitalia, say crude things, beg for sex, or "submissively" lean against the women and swoon into their arms. There are a few men who this may work for, but, in the majority, they are not charming. Sex that is treated casually looks like someone selfish about to give you a social disease and a bad reputation. Someone who is acting like sex or their genitalia is that important is someone who devalues you as a person. How can you serve someone you find no value in?

If you want women to find you sexually attractive, do not agree with them at all times. They know they can be wrong, and they know that what is good for them is not necessarily good for you. Don't argue, either; just don't agree. It's wimpy and wimpy is not sexy. If they own you,  or you want them to, by all means do agree to do the activity, but, don't lie and say you love to do it, or you love their cooking, or you love that dress on them, when you just do not.  Do not tell them that it is true that Caesar was born in 1812, even if they have a whip in their hand and seem sure of their facts. Maybe they mean some other Caesar who was born in 1812, maybe they are loopy, joking or testing you. Be honest and ask pertinent questions, politely.

Wash dishes, change tires, and do other helpful things. Very few men understand the power of washing dishes. Many stupid s-types think that being naked, having something shoved up their butt, their Mistress kicking them to get them started, shackles, etc. all enhance the sexiness of the experience. They are wrong.

In fact, when you are naked, most times, you are less attractive; especially when she is not already in the mood and when you are not up close and personal. Yes, that's true even of very sexy men. One of the most popular photos of Antonio Banderas is him standing on a balcony, wearing a robe, some very tight and well-stuffed underpants and weird little sock thingies on his feet. However, the one that always rivals that is the one where he has his eyes closed, it's just his face and hair and his hand to his face. The former one is more popular with gay men than women, but, women tend to like it; the latter is more iconic, more popular with everyone, across the board.

When women let you get naked - even if they are ordering it - and they do things to you that seem sexual, they are tricking you or making fun of you. It's not sexy to them. You are not sexy to them. Though, if they are sadistic bitches, it might turn sexy later. You won't, though - the situation will.

If you want to be sexy, go into the kitchen, fully clothed, and wash the dishes. Then it is not about you wanting to be humiliated and using her need for clean dishes as an excuse for your desire to be catered to; but, it is you actually being thoughtful.

See, s-type women are thoughtful, they are loving, willing to give of their emotions and it is their body they need to learn to give of freely, because, the body is what the man wants and which the woman treasures. S-type men are already willing to give freely of their body, so it means nothing. But, when they give of their time, thoughtfulness and money it means a great deal, because these are the things they treasure.

When they learn to serve a woman, then, just as the s-type women learn to enjoy giving of their bodies to please their owner, so do the s-type men learn to enjoy giving of the things their owner needs from them, which is basically everything but the body.
That is all true, even in situations where the male owner does not want a sex slave or where the female owner does want one. Men are more of the body and women are more of the mind. Men are more of the flesh, women are more of the spirit.

If you wish to be owned by a woman, to be worthy of being her property, then you must learn to serve her spirit with your spirit, look to her comfort and wellness, and accept the fact that she will have sex with you, or not, as she wishes, when she wishes, if ever she wishes; or, she may continue to use you and never consider your sexuality besides some vague allowance for you to do things when she is not directly in need of your physical presence for service. It is all up to her, and she mostly is not thinking of you in sexual terms at all.

Therefore, as property, if you know you need sex, it is your duty to find a way to have sexual intimacy with your owner on her terms or to find relief without your sexuality being directed toward her, on her terms.

If you can't handle that, then you have no business saying that you care for women, much less pretending you wish to be owned by one.

Quote from the profile of a man who wishes to be a slave:

" I have never been a slave before. It frightens me, yet excites me. Not because I am sexually aroused, but because I know that this is how the rest of my life is meant to be lived. I would relish the opportunity to be of service to a Femdom who will mold me to her desires, stripping away the traits and qualities that are of no use to her and instilling the qualities and skills that are of value to her. In return I promise complete obedience, loyalty, and devotion. My only purpose in life will be the purpose you give me. The life I will have will be the life you allow me to have."

Beautiful! Well, except for that Femdom b.s.

240 laps, not counting the few I swam, the ones I only walked/ ran part way, or the ones that occurred after I quit counting. 107 laps is a mile.

It's weird how much running or walking can make my shoulders and upper back ache!

What about a place called 'The Box' (the idea and name are mine, now, by the way, and you do not have permission to use either), wherein it would be a club for D/s?  There'd be standing boxes, that had shelves on the side, for refreshments, and some of them would have whips, floggers, gag and such on pegs, instead. There would be kneeling boxes, that could be used as side tables or foot stools. There would be bench seats made into boxes for laying in.

Every night, there'd be slave entertainment scheduled, such as belly dancing; or, someone's scene play. Good place for slaves to put themselves more openly on the market and display their talents. They could also volunteer to prepare and serve food.

Obviously, the boxes would be for the sort of people who liked to be put in them, or who had people they liked to put in them, And, the rest would be for people who like to think outside the box.

"Find a FemDom Slut, E-Mail Her, Fuck Her Tonight" says the advert off to the right. Hmm .. . So, in other words, pursue the woman, assume she is made just for sexual purposes and has such a weak will that you can capture her with just a few typed words, and then sexually conquer her? And, she's what? Dominant? On whose planet?

Oh, and for those who are interested in knowing such things, I have decided that the easiest, most cost-effective way to deal with some of the kitchen trauma of the wee little house is to take out mostly all the cabinets.

Might leave the one on the right of the refrigerator, or, might not.. Was thinking it would be a good place for a small counter space, with room for a stool to be stored underneath.

Basically, there'd be a whole lot of shelves added, where the cabinets are and all along the walls of the dining area; but, on the wall opposite the stove (the outer wall) the lower storage would not be shelves. It would be racks or dowels set up for hanging hooks and baskets off of, for using as pot holder hangers, pot hangers, etc. That way, I would not have to find some way to move the stove, and, yet, I could open the door all the way. Plus, really, I like more utilitarian kitchens, where I can see what is there, with bins and canisters to hold things.
Obviously, if one wished to be less cost effective and more troublesome, there is a lot that could be done, else; such as taking the area on that wall, where there is now a small window, and making it a very large window, made of acrylic "glass" brick (the kind that opens), with it jutting out far enough to put a bench seat in, and then make built-in shelving as part of the windowsill. Or, you know  what I mean!

You don't? (sigh)  Like, where you would be sitting on the window seat, and to either side of you, facing you, are some tiny little shelves that are just the right size for small recipe books, spice storage, knick-knacks, etc. Not likely to happen, but, it would be beautiful!

Anyway, I am not going to start tearing out cabinets, today; but, I do believe that it is the way to go! Still haven't decided, though, where the refrigerator should be in that oh so cabinetless kitchen. Could stay where it is, but, the freezer door is a bit inconvenient to open, where it is, if someone is cooking or washing dishes. Plus, one of the reasons I have such a small refrigerator/ freezer is that it was the only one that came close to fitting in the space allotted for it. It's cute, but, it doesn't really hold enough stuff for the variety of veggies and fruits  I like. Especially the freezer doesn't, because I like to cook stews, or little veggies and grain meals, and store some of them for future meals and it really is not a very big freezer! However, I can use my sister's big freezer for some of that, if I get around to being able to afford enough food to commence doing it, again.

What does all this have to do with BDSM? I have to do with BDSM. This has to do with me. People who might be interested in serving me, should be interested in knowing what is on my mind and what sort of plans I have. Especially if they ever see the place, which is potentially cute and charming, but, actively kind of gross, right now.

Good morning, lovely peoples!

 Went swimming last night, and we both did over two miles (me and my sister). Also, I figured out a counting system that does not drive us crazy. This is important, as it is 107 laps around the wee little track, to make one mile, and the constant counting is distracting and makes it all harder.

Well, someone left a broken cap to a water bottle on the bit that the track goes around, and there it sat for at least a week. It was bright green and conspicuous. And, I had thought to myself that it's just too bad that the tiles did not have something conspicuous about them, where we would know as soon as we passed a certain tile that we had done this many laps. That's when I started looking at them closer, for my own amusement, and found the counting system.

For reasons of shoddy construction, it so happens that there is one tile, right about in the middle of the front piece of the inner wall (where you come in) that has an imperfect little squarish gap in the material right above it, and, every 20 tiles there is another conspicuous imperfection. There are, if you count that tile twice, 140 tiles  that go around the entire track.

So, I took the green cap and every time we got around, I moved it up one tile, to mark our place; so that when we got to the next imperfection, we knew that we had done 20 laps, then 40, 60, and so on, back to 140 laps. We had already done 40 before I started this (if not more) so on the next lap, I moved it up 41, and we went all the way around until we got to what would be 220 laps and then we did a few more, but, not counted ones.

Now, all we need to do is get our own brightly coloured markers; because, usually, I lap her, several times, during the course of our running /walking exercise bouts. Plus, she likes to try to get all dominate, as I say, and I don't find topping from the bottom charming from anyone, especially not relatives.

The house next door has no MLS #, at least not that I could find, so far. I may have been looking in the wrong price bracket, though, I suppose. If I was, then, I am fairly sure it's unwanted. Or, it might be a short sale, but, then, ditto. Banks make a lot of money off short sales, and honest people lose a lot in trying to make one go through! It's best to avoid them, at all costs - unless, of course, you are a bank.

I did call the real estate office that is listed on the sign, though, to ask pertinent questions. It's only 8:17 am, now, and I have to wait until at least 9 am before I can expect an answer, for that is when their office opens.

Took a peek more closely at the yard, while over there, and it really is quite charming. I already know from experience that the way the house is, one really can't tell what is going on inside it, even when standing at the front door. It appears to be fairly sound proof (unless those people never did anything) and that intrigues me.

There is a house for sale, directly across the street from the one I am attempting to fix, now. I want it.

It's got a fence around the yard and decentish plants, and I believe there is more privacy in the back yard. I could be wrong about it.

Anyway, my ultimate fantasy is to have a place with several small apartments, of the building variety, on one piece of land or a couple of house very close to each other, for the sake of having the "main house" and the places for storing of and playing with slaves.

I think, in this case, the house across the street, despite that it is prettier (currently) would be the house for storing slaves. Just because it would be hard to explain to my family why it is I moved away from this house that I am just starting to take over, and, of course, why other people are living in it.

Doesn't matter much, anyway, since I'd be right there and, could spend most of my time there with them.

Not likely to get it, anyway. I mean, that would be a joint slave effort sort of thing, and right now i don't even have the one. It's a nice fantasy, though!

Quote from a dom guy's profile: " I recently left collarme, so here I am once again."

hahhaha  So true! Love it!

You know what would be relaxing, except for maybe on the days when the house caught on fire? One of those s-types who just wants to be duct taped and left under a couch, after work.

They'd come home, strip down to their undies, tidy everything away, perform any chores they had, hand over their credit cards in case you needed them, and then get duct taped and put away for the night.

Maybe they'd be released when it was time for bed, or maybe in the morning in time to do their morning chores and get to work.

Or, it doesn't have to be under a couch. Could be in a closet. You know, some place out of sight of most people and not underfoot. No reason to inconvenience oneself and risk a stubbed toe over it, is there?

I'd write up a little contract naming them as my employer for contract work, set a basic fee for each session so that it could be properly reported as work and I could pay my taxes on it, and also because it would be fun to tell people that, no, I cannot possibly go to the movies with them as I have work that night and get a giggle knowing that this was my main work.

I used to know people that had such s-types. No idea where to find one, now.

Dominance is in the eye of the beholder, more often than not. My sister is a very weak-willed bitch. She is extremely over-indulgent when it comes to anything she wants, she is abusive to her lovers, and selfish in all relationships. She is prone to tirades, laziness, and trying to bend people to her will because she is scared. This is often viewed by others as dominance.

Sometimes, she gets the idea that she is dominant and I am submissive, because I put up with her weakness and love her anyway, and she attempts to try to dominate me by ordering me to do things for her or by threatening to hit me if I don't. At which point, I laugh at her and raise my hand, and she squeals in fear and calms her arse down.

We both know that I am stronger than her, in every conceivable fashion. I have more will power, more physical power, more mental power, and more ability to comfortably say no or yes to what is going down. It's just that she forgets it, when she goes insane from her own fear.

Actually, she is what most of you boys are looking for. She'd treat you like crap, use you sexually, let you pay for things, demand that you do work and then cry and scream and beat you when you failed. Me, I am more the type who would wait to see what you do, laugh at you if you tried to sex me up, tell you to do the work and kick your arse completely out of my life if you refused to be of use. But, then, I am not scared to be alone.

That's not even what I was going to write about, though. I was thinking of certain things that have happened, wherein I was in the midst of judging someone, gauging their actions, and considering whether I cared to get involved with their life and correct them, only to have them announce to me that I am not capable of handing them, because I let them act the way they were acting. It never occurred to them that I was observing them and that this was not their time to test me; nor that bad behaviour is NEVER the way to test a dominant! You test them by living with who and what they are, over time, observing them and gauging their reactions. Acting badly is not going to inspire a dominant person to discipline you, when you have only just met them; it's going to inspire them to move on to someone else. Keep it in mind that they do not need you. You are for their comfort and amusement, not their need. They don't need anyone, but, sometimes, you can make them want you by your actions.

I was also thinking of times when things have come up, often related to either sex or cooking, wherein someone made an assumption that another person was not a dominant, or not a submissive, due to their actions - out of a misunderstanding of their motivation.

Motivation is mostly everything. In BDSM, you will find masters who want to dress their slaves, up to choosing their entire wardrobe and laying out their clothes for them, even painting their face and grooming them.You will also find masters who want their slaves to do this for them, instead. And, almost assuredly, you will find those who wish it to be done, part-time or full-time, both ways.

You will find dominants who want to stay home and do the cooking and cleaning, or who want their slaves to stay home and do it; or who want everyone to be working a full time job and sharing household chores when they get home; and many variations thereof.

You will find masters who will order their slaves to bend over for their spanking, and masters who will order their slaves to spank each other, and masters who will order heir slaves to spank them.  You will find masters who bend their slaves over and use a strap-on inside them and ones who want the slave to wear the strap on and be used to peg their master.

You will find masters who want to paint, and who want slaves to clean their brushes, masters who want to own slaves and order them to paint for them or paint with them, and masters who want to let their slaves paint freely so that they can brag up what wonderful, artistic property they own.

You will find masters who want to gain weight while their slaves eat next to nothing, masters who want to feed up their slaves so people can see their success in the fat jiggles of their property, and masters who want slaves and master both to be trim and fit.

You will find, in BDSM or not, that many men thing of sex in terms of stabbing into a woman, whereas a woman may think of it as allowing him entrance and enfolding him inside herself. You will also find the reverse.

You will find that some masters prefer to control their vehicle and some prefer to be chauffeured, while still others wish for the slave to drive the car and go fetch things while master stays home and types irritatingly long journal entries on CM.

None of the activities mean anything about dominance or submission. It is how they are done and why they are done - the motivation behind them being done - that counts toward whom is dominant and whom is submissive in the relationship.

*ahem*

Tribute: An act, statement, or gift that is intended to show gratitude, respect, or admiration.

Do I want acts, statements or gifts that show gratitude, respect or admiration? MMm .. yeah! Will I demand them? No. If I did, how would they be gifts? Remember, it's the thought that counts; and, the thought should be that you actually have gratitude, respect or admiration for me and have chosen, of your own free will, to express it by some act, statement or gift, not "Oh shite, Mistress is going to make me bleed, if I don't give her .."  So, cease asking me if I demand tribute, or telling me that I should demand it. Demanding it is a guaranteed way to never truly get it.

If I own you, you will be my slave. Any work service, including financial aspects, that stem from that are not tribute. It is simply the produce of my property working for me. However, if you are given an allowance to eat lunch on, and you choose not to eat lunch, but, to, instead, go out and buy thread and embroider my old pillowcase so that I don't have to go buy a new one and I have something pretty that shows you were thinking of me, that is you proffering tribute.

If I am helping you reach some goal, and I do not own you, then you are not giving me tribute. You are paying me for my time! Is it wrong for me to ask someone to pay for my time, when they want something done for their benefit? How so? Are not they asking me to engage in a short-term BDSM relationship? And, are not BDSM relationships based on strategy, whereby all parties get something that they want out of it? Then, why is it not wrong for you to ask for what you want, but, it is very wrong for me to ask for what I need?

Do you think it's wrong when your doctor, therapist, personal trainer, nutrition counselor, ticket seller at the movies, waitress, or other person who is doing something you want them to do asks to get paid for their time and work? Does it prevent you from establishing a rapport with them or them with you? Does it keep you from learning about their life and they about yours, to some extent, and to care for each other, while keeping to the bounds of the relationship?

If the answer to any of those questions in the immediately above paragraph are yes, then, I don't want to know you! If the answers are all no, then stop devaluing my service and time.

Two miles, and then some, at the swimming pool, today. I'm feeling it, too! Wasn't really, though, at the time.

Went to see Total Recall at the cheap theatre, later. Not so bad! Surprised it didn't do better, really. I want to go see The Avengers, again. Unfortunately, the person that I go to the movies with seems to have decided against it.

"Why don't you force him, Mistress, if you are truly dominant?" someone will ask me. Or, perhaps, "Assert your power and force him to your will." they might coach.

Mmm. . yeah .. it's not a he, and it's not that sort of relationship. It's my sister. Could I assert my dominance and bend her to my will? Maybe. Would I want to? Ew! No!

I just want to see The Avengers, again, when I am not too tired to enjoy it, and on a big screen; not to change the entire construct of my family. lol

That you wish to be treated badly, that you like cruel and selfish women, says nothing to me about you wishing to be owned or that you would enjoy the company of a dominant woman.
Dominant women do not have to be cruel, because they do not live in fear.

What was on my profile until about a minute from right now. lol

Here to type things at you  and, possibly, have good conversation.

No, that is not a photo of me; but, it is a photo of a dress I'd very much like to try wearing!

(sigh)  Okay, since I keep being asked:

I would only want slaves, not subs, and I have no specific amount, size, sex, ethnicity or distance away from me in mind - except that I don't want live-in. Whether long distance works for you is something you need to consider, and if it doesn't, don't contact me about serving me unless you will be in Tucson shortly or are in Tucson already.

I do not have sex with anyone who I am not married to, ever; and I have no interest in marrying you, because you are a stranger. Nor would I, under most circumstances, become interested if you are a slave. No, that does not mean I dislike sex, nor does it necessarily mean you could not have it. It means, more or less, what I do with my body is my business, what I do with your body is our business, what you do with your body - in the times when it is not needed for direct service to me - is your business. There will be exceptions. Always expect them!

Slaves are for work first, entertainment second. Wage work is part of your total service.
I have no interest in taking over your bank account, black mailing you, hiding you away from the world (except in the most poetic sense), abusing you, humiliating you as planned activity, forcing you to do things that are against the law or my own morality, damaging you, keeping you as an animal (well, maybe sometimes, lightly, for play); I do want to use your body (and that includes what your body earns in wages that are available) for my own advantage, I will be very strict and I do believe in mental and physical discipline.

It is extremely unlikely that I'd ever want to see you naked. It is extremely likely that I'd want to cage you. It is extremely unlikely that I'd want to spank you for fun; it is extremely likely that I'd thwack you with a crop to get you moving faster.

Understand that when I say I will not have sex with you, that oral sex is sex and calling it service does not change that fact. Being reamed by a strap-on is sex. Being teased, while in chastity, is sex. If it is purposely designed to inspire lust or use of the body in that sort of way, it is sex.

I like sometimes whipping, slapping, caging, tying people up, etc. as therapy, for me and them, because it is so fun and relaxing. It doesn't have to be about cruelty or sex.

If you want to know more about my viewpoint on slaves, try reading the Bible, the Merlin trilogy by Mary Stewart, watch British movies and series with servant class people, read Uncle Tom's Cabin and assume, always, that I am more interested in the ways of the owners and slaves/servants who are on friendly terms and get along.

That is all you need to know. Now, if you don't like it: hush!

Why, yes! Under most circumstances, if you are paying, and it is somewhere I can get to, I will meet you for lunch or dinner. You don't have to prove yourself to me, for that. We don't even have to be in agreement on anything, but, the restaurant and who is paying.

Think about it. Struggling artist, works part time, has bills to pay. Think I am turning down a free meal? Get real. Well, I would from that one guy, but, I suspect him of being a serial killer, so that different.

Just be sure of your motivations, when you make the offer, princess! (What? If you can call me by the wrong title, then, this "Domme" says "Ditto!" to you, Captain Presumptive-Pants!) I'll meet you, sure. It doesn't mean I want you, or even want to know you. It means you made an offer freely and I accepted freely. Why are you making that offer to someone you haven't even properly had any sort of conversation with? That's weird, my liege - very, very weird!

Thinking more of this dominion/domination,  Master/Mistress thing, I have realized something. You people are all twonks and should be beaten!

No, that wasn't it. What was it, then?

Oh yes!

I am a mistress, because, I am the head of my household and the female head of a household is a mistress. However ...

I wish to be a master, because, the owner of slaves is a master. There is no female equivalent, historically speaking; because, the female head of the household was the owner of the slaves as long as the male allowed it or as long as the male was not present. I have no male counterpart as the head of me, and I do not have any intention of having a male counterpart that will ever be the owner of my slaves. Even should I remarry, and even should he be dominant and desirous of owning slaves, my slaves are mine and never his. Yes, there'll be a pre-nup to that effect, if it must be so.

I am not a master, because I do not, currently, own slaves. I used to own slaves, and, there were slaves that called me master. However,, those slaves were slaves I was training for men and so I was their proxy.

A woman who either owns or trains slaves should be called master, because that is what master means - teacher or owner. That is separate from whether or no she is the head of her own household or the female head of a shared household or the female head of a man's household.

A slave may call his mistress "MIstress" if she wishes, but, the slave should be seeking to be owned by a master, even if a female one.

What brought this on? Oh, mainly someone asking me how long I've been a domme and me smart-assedly correcting them on it. I have never been a domme, because a domme is a dominatrix and a dominatrix is, by definition, a glorified prostitute who sexually dominates men for pay. Which led me to think of other definitions.

A woman judge is called Judge. She is not called anything else. A woman doctor is called Doctor. A woman professor is called Professor. No one expects her to be called some sort of whore that is loosely related to the profession - at least no one sane does. A woman who is the head of her country, in such a way, is called Queen, to be sure; but, that is because she is commonly acknowledged to only be the head of the country until a man steps up. She is, however, also referred to as Prince, and that is the correct title for a person who is in line for the ultimate authority of being King, because, even though a woman and not acknowledged as having the same rights as the King if the King be in existence, she is acknowledged as having the same rights as a King when the King has not been made manifest. So, she is still given the proper "male" title.

"Male" titles are considered to be male, because they are the titles that denote power, and men are traditionally the ones in power. They are also, traditionally, the owners of the slaves and the teachers of most everyone.

School Mistresses were called "School Mistress" because they were allowed to be teachers, only at the permission of men and to the extent that men allowed it They were the female equivalent of a teacher, but, were constantly reminded of their inferior social position to the man, despite being the head of their own classroom. They should have been called "Master" because they were the teacher.

We have no such inequality here, in this country. We do not have to accept that men rule the world. We do not have to accept that a man is "Master" and a woman can only be the Mistress or should be insulted and called 'Domme'. Well, it's an insult to those who are not dommes, that is. To those who are, it's just a truth.

And, we certainly do not have to accept that sort of talk from alleged slaves and submissives, who say they want to be ruled by women and yet still call us whores and act a if our bodies are the only parts of us that are of use to them.

Oh dear s-types ...

I am Mistress. If you are exceedingly good, perhaps, I will be, to you, Master.

Talking to an s-type, about koalas of all things, how to say something I have been trying to get across to people has occurred to me.  And, I don't mean trying to get across like I think people are too stupid to understand; I mean that, sometimes, it is hard for me to explain my viewpoint.

We were talking about koalas and the problems they have with food, and I brought up mankind having dominion over animals.

Well, you see, the Bible does say that we have dominion over animals. Now, some people think that means we have the right to dominate animals as in steal their land, steal the fur off their bodies, etc. But, it is made obvious, by Mosaic Law, that animals are not to be abused. The Bible also says that man dominates man to his injury. Now, that is about abuse, and it is mentioned in a very negative context.

They both are, obviously, related words. So, what's the difference?

Domination

A quote from a young girl, who identifies as submissive, whom, I suspect, is your (at least one of youse s-types) future Mistress:

"Some people just don't know how to read I guess.... 
If you send me a message and it shows some signs that you did not read my profile I am not hesitant to click the [BLOCK] button."

Beautiful, is she not?

We all have different viewpoints. You may ask me if I am into "hardcore BDSM" and my answer may be yes, but, how do you know what that answer means?

I notice most people who think they are into hardcore BDSM tend to focus on mild to moderate abuse of the flesh, usually done in a sexual manner.Some focus on rather extreme abuse of the flesh, though; or, abuse of the flesh and abuse of the mind.

They consider it hardcore, and I consider it the actions of those who are afraid to truly engage their emotions and mind. I also do not consider it BDSM for the same reason that I do not consider it hardcore, for BDSM is almost wholly about the mind.

To me, hardcore BDSM is being able to hand someone a glass of water and make them cum from the experience; if that's what you want to do with it.  Been there, done that.

Hardcore is being able to make someone cower with a mere glance. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is being able to restrain yourself from inflicting wounds in anger when the person you own is pushing ever button you have, hoping to force your hand in just such a way. Then, finding a way to bring them back under control, in a way that does not damage them and does help them learn to be better. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is kneeling with your back exposed, no restraints to keep you there, and brave the wrath of your owner by continuing to tell them that you cannot do what they would have you do, and staying true to your own morality, even though you know they have the right to inflict great injury upon you - and remaining to leave the choice as to whether they will punish you or not, up to them; accepting that they have the right to this choice and feeling bad about having failed them; but, continuing anyway. It is never holding it against the other person in the scenario, when the punishment is over. Been there, done that - both sides.

Hardcore is moving past your fears, in purposeful acts of trust and with the autonomy granted that would allow you to refuse or even to run away. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is standing on an actual auction block, contract in hand, waiting for the highest bidder. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is outbidding the man with 12 armed body guards who hates Americans, to rescue an under-age slave girl, in order to return her to the home she was stolen from - and keeping her safe while you do it. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is purchasing a whore from a lying, two-faced pimp who will try to force her back into his stable before nightfall, and managing to keep her long enough for her to complete her 4-year degree. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is kicking down the door of a slave raider's hotel room and taking back your property, even though he is armed and you are not. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is being tied to a shower by Albanian scum, who beat you with telephone wires in an attempt to make you submit to a life of prostitution. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is being chased down by your boyfriend and punched in the face, for admitting what you are into; taking a chance on his trust, even though you know it may just end in that sort of rejection. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is purposely choosing to live life as a slave, knowing you may never find your way out again, may even be killed for making the attempt, because it is the only way you can help people who are slaves who never were given a choice. Been there, done that.

Hardcore is making the choice in serving your Master by doing something that protects himself and his property, but, involves restraining his physical person and altering his entire life, because he has become a drug addict; knowing that he could punish you and in his state of mind he might just kill you, if you fail, but, doing it anyway, because it is your duty. Been there, done that.

And, you imagine that your silly little fantasies about flesh rubbing together, being licked, or even being mutilated are so much?

You bore me!

It's not hardcore BDSM, unless someone is seriously the slave, someone is seriously the Master, and both open themselves up to emotional vulnerability for the sake of sharing life with at least each other.

Since it's been asked:
I haven't the mind for blackmailing someone. I'd rather help than hurt or hinder. However, it is not as if there could be no play when it came to financial situations. if there was a reason for it.

I have taken in strays who were misunderstood by their former owners, who wanted to be used financially and in a playful, teasing way and who also wanted specific other activities (that I was willing to do), and we had a lot of fun with it.

For instance, a man might send me the key to his chastity device, or deliver it in person. We'd have an agreed upon price which he must render to me before he receives it back again. The price would be something that would be within his grasp, living the life he was living currently, within an agreed upon time limit, such as 6 months - 1 year; so that is how long he would be allowed to pay. Longer than that, and the key gets tossed. Since it is a measure to fit device, and they only allow the Mistress who purchases it to have a copy of the key, he must then either give up all hope of removing it  or earn both the key and the effort of me re-ordering one for him. There is a safe word, but, if he uses it, we are done forever. When he earns it, he may remain unlocked for a previously agreed upon amount of time. If he tries to make it longer than that, we are done, forever. Of course, if he manages to pay sooner, he gets released sooner.

Similarly, he may enjoy being put in a cage, being allowed to "worship" my feet, simply spending time with his Mistress and serving her day to day needs, being whipped or other things that I would be a willing participant of. In this scenario, he is given certain amounts to pay, or certain tasks to perform. For instance, he might be told to pay the water bill, sew me a dress, and serve 12 hours at a homeless shelter. When those tasks are proven complete, he will be allowed to visit and engage in the activity. If they are not complete in a specified amount of time, and he is not a pain slut, then he may be allowed to visit within that time and punished through a whipping, flogging, beating or etc. Then, of course, he would be sent home to start over - whether he was $1 off from what he should pay, one hemming off from what he must sew .. or he was nowhere near completion. I would not return to him what he had started, either.

So, in the above scenario, if he had cut the pieces out for the dress, gathered $80 out of $85 for the water bill and had performed 6 hours of service in the shelter within the 3 weeks he was given to do so, he would not return home to sew the pieces, perform the other 6 hours and gather the other $5. Rather, he would bring the dress pieces with him, receive his punishment, return home, and commence to buying new material for a dress and sewing me a dress, gathering the $85 again even though he had already given me $80, and doing 12 hours of service at the shelter even though he had already done 6. Then, if he succeeded in completing them, he would come and take the dress pieces back home with him, sew them together, gather the other $5, do the other 6 hours and do it within a specified time limit, at which point he would be considered as having fully succeeded and he would be worthy of being rewarded for his efforts. Otherwise, we would start again, until he got it right.

There are, of course, variations to the basic ideas presented here; but, that is the kind of financial play I might be interested in; because, it would be fun, not cause irreparable harm to the slave, and help him to learn how to be a better slave.

I told you that you people are perverse: starting with the fact that, apparently, most of you are too under-educated to know what "you people are perverse" means!

One s-type is writing to me, as if he is offended by my saying that you people are perverse and he acts as if I have no right to be here. Also, he must natter on about how he's sorry I am having such a hard time finding what I am seeking. Which, you know, I really wasn't, as quite a few people contacted me who wished to engage in good conversation.

Then, another s-type starts in on how he has no idea what I am seeking, because, apparently "good conversation" is not allowed in his little world.

Finally, I am told that, now I have added a bunch of crap about what I would be seeking if, indeed I was seeking anything, what I am seeking for is much clearer. Except, of course, it is not, since what I am still seeking - the only thing I am seeking - is good conversation, which he still doesn't understand!

It's very amusing, except where it gets tedious, instead.

As I told one of them, at least: :I don't know why you s-types cannot take a profile at face value. I mean, if you think I am such a liar that I say I want good conversation, when that is not at all what I  really want, then, why ever would you consider talking to me in the first place? How could it be better for me to "make it clearer" when it already started out as a lie?

The fact is, that I want good conversation. To some extent I have found it. That does not mean I have to roll up my shingle and call it a day. I do still welcome good conversation from others. Why is that so shocking to you?

"Oh, Mistress, whip me, beat me, ream out my arse and make me blow a goat ... but, never, ever, ever ask me to engage in small talk!"  Pffft  on you and your maudline bullshite!

You people are perverse! I search, I give accurate information about myself and I tell you my criteria, and mostly I get ignored. I say I'm here for conversation, and s-types jump out of the shadows and demand to serve me.

Another quote, from the profile of some dom guy, that he was quoting from someone else:

A True Dom Has
A Firm Hand,
A Firm Mind,
A Firm Gaze,
A Firm Grip,
A Soft Heart.

Now, if only I could meet some s-types that believed that, instead of the ones who use words like ruin, destroyed, chopped, cruel, hated, selfish and humiliated to describe what they want out of BDSM.

Quote from, I believe, the profile of a dominant couple:

"It's funny how there are more, faster and easier ways to communicate with people now than ever before. But Nobody wants to make any effort to do it. "

Too true, too often!

Was trying to explain something to someone, late last night, but, I think I failed. Well it's rather hard to explain, because, without someone to point out as a specific example, it's all just gross generalizations and the problem with gross generalizations is that they are, in fact, gross. lol

I was trying to explain what I find disgusting about most submissive males. Now, here is the problem: the submissive men I meant are the ones who play the role of submissive male, not the ones who actually are submissive males. Though, in some cases, they are one and the same.

The other problem is that when you single out one group of people, and speak of their inadequacies, it is the natural inclination of the people being spoken to (or about) to assume that this censure of the actions, abilities, looks, or etc. of one group lends approval to the opposite group or, perhaps, even all other groups. Or, at least, that it implies that this is the only group who has that particular defect or set of defects. Or, that, perhaps, the social group of which they are a subset is entirely at fault and the opposite social group is held up as an example of everything that they should be.

In other words, if I say"Most submissive men disgust me because they are not really submissive." then it is to say, to some, that "All submissive men disgust me." and to others "All submissives disgust me." and to still others "All men disgust me."  In point of fact, however, what I have really said is "Men who claim to be submissive and act out being submissive,but, who are really selfish little brats disgust me."

The keyword there is not men or submissive. It is act and, also, selfish. If you are a person who is acting as if you are something you are truly not for selfish purposes, you disgust me. However,  if you are acting as a dominant, you are less likely to be invited into my home to serve or to be seeking me out, so I do not consider you, as often as I do those acting as submissives. Also, as I prefer the company of men to women, in general, I do not consider women as often as men. Therefore, when I say that submissive men disgust me, because they are not really submissive, it is not censure against men or submissives, but, in fact, a compliment toward real submissive men who are not just acting a part.

Sometimes, you have to read between the lines and ask questions. Especially as very few people wish to go through several paragraphs of this sort of free range explanation, just to get to the heart of the matter.

I have nothing against men, women, submissives, dominants, switches or even vanilla people, in the sense of them just being a little lost and boring. There are good and bad ones of each, and I love the good ones and try to avoid the bad ones. Bad, that is, by my standards. Whyever would it be by anyone elses?

...  he said to me.  Is that true? Let's examine my profile to find out:

Here to type things at you  and, possibly, have good conversation...  my profile says. Hmm, yep! Practically murderously psychotic.

Quote from some guy's profile:

"Please be courteous and respectful! This is supposed to be a place to find fun and sex and adventure. "

These two sentences conflict with each other. One of them is a lie. This is not supposed to be a place to find fun and sex and adventure. This is supposed to be a site that is a BDSM community. Want proof? Scroll up and read. This is, at least alleged to be, the largest BDSM community on the planet. BDSM is not about sex, it is too be taken seriously in practice (especially when seeking new persons to bring into one's life), and, while it can be an adventure to the novice, it is certainly not something out of the ordinary for those who have chosen to live within it.
That is a very vanilla statement, and that is meant in the meanest sense of the word vanilla. That man has no business being in a BDSM community, because he is not interested in being part of it. He just wants to come in, get his dick wet, whip or be whipped, and be gone back to "real life".
We are his private little freak show, that he can enter into the tent of, fantasize about being part of, and masturbate about later, without understanding what we are and without respecting who we are.

And, there he is, peering up our skirts and demanding that we show him respect? Hah!

Quote from a dominant profile:

"

I know the difference between what is fantasy and what is reality. "

These seem to be conflicting statements.

You know what I love? When I see an alleged slave, who has a suggestive ID, something like PUNCHMEINTHEFACEANDTHENUSEASTRAPONTOREAMMYARSE (obviously not a real ID), and who posts how he needs a Mistress who will use him however he likes, wherein he mentions that he would even allow her to (in this instance) punch him in the face and use a strap on to ream his arse.

How wonderful that is! How submissive! No  topping from the bottom implied at all!

A quote from the profile of a 21-year old person who says they are a slave

"My ideal person would be someone who doesn't have to wear the get-up, or own the equipment, just one look and I'm putty in their hands"

Smart young person, that!

Good morning. I read the book of John, chapters 15, 16 and 17 this morning. Lots of slave, and being graduated past slave, talk in them. Also, a good whack about how "they" (the people given to Jesus by God) should be in union with Jesus, and with each other, in the same way that Jesus is in union with God.

Please note that Jesus never told his disciples they would be part of he godhead. Something for you trinity babies to think about.

Not something for you trinity babies, however, to write to me about while attempting to justify your position, as I already know what I believe and am not saying this to justify myself. I do not argue religion, but, I do, occasionally, offer things for other people's consideration.

Do you think, I asked while completely changing the subject, that people's dreams, of the sort that wake them up when their bladder is full, correspond, in some way, to the way they were toilet-trained in the first place? Because, I've been told, by many people, that they have such dreams and I do, too, often; but, most of them have dreams that are vastly different than mine.

Most of them have told me that there dreams are gentle reminders, in their own voice or the voice of someone who loves them, to wake up and go to the bathroom. Sometimes, it is involved with visual imagery, as well.

Mostly, my dreams are about people trying to order me to go pee, sometimes even holding me in place and trying to force me to stay there and go pee, right there, right now. This is, of course, very dangerous, as, given a choice between someone, say, chopping off your head and going pee in a toilet, in a dream, what choice are you most likely to make?

Well, so, I have these horrible dreams, some of them which are excessively violent in tone, and I wonder to myself "Why is it that important to them that I go pee?" and, then, I get annoyed and I wake myself up. So, it all works out good, now - but not when I was a small child.

The dreams have gotten more violent as I have progressed in age. It is my thinking that they didn't used to have to be more than someone trying to trick me or just ordering me, at the beginning of it all, because I was a very small child and adult authority is, in and of itself, awe inspiring to children; and, adult anger is frightening.  As I got older, however, both became less so.

It's on my mind, as I had one of those dreams last night.

Once, long ago, there was a history waiting to happen.

The end.

Very odd thing, this! Started an account, went off to watch a movie, came back to find 9 emails waiting for me.

Why?

I have no photo up, didn't complete my interests, my profile is boring, and this is my first journal entry. So, that's compelling to you, is it? lol