Little boy blue,

with his cock in a cage.

Felt every morning,

a certain rage.

It came like a storm

and didn't subside,

Its a new norm

along for the ride.

The feelings inside

grow deeper each day,

but it is her wish

to do as she say.

Balls are pushed and

felt in pain

as the blue succumbs

a new domain

The cage is tight

but not fraughtfully right

A constant reminder

of what is behind her

Her loving touch

and gorgeous toes

will take him places he never knows

dehydration, rehydration and over-rehydration...

There are few signs that dehydration has set in one's body until the resulting symptoms are felt.  The average body expires about 10 cups of water per day in perspiration, urination and bodily functions.  This can certainly vary for athletes, elderly, children and those that are sick.  The symptoms of experiencing dehydration can include nausea, flushness, thirst and irritability.  More severe symptoms can include tremors, fainting and organ failure.

Upon experiencing signs of dehydration it is important to begin the process of rehydration as soon as possible.  In mild cases a slow and steady induction of fluid to the body should restore one's health in several hours.  The kidneys can process around 700ml to a liter of fluid per hour.  A fairly good way to diagnose the process is to take note of urination color.  It should be slightly yellow when hydrated properly.  Urine that is too clear could be a sign of over-rehydration while urine that is a heavy yellow or orange typically means more fluids are needed.  In severe cases of dehydration fluids might need to be given intravenously.

There are a couple of dangers regarding rehydration that should be considered.  Too much fluid too quickly can strain the capabilities of the kidneys and potentially lead to organ failure.  There is also the possibility of cerebral consequences as well.  The old motto of 8 glasses per day still stands fairly true, but consideration of one's activities throughout the day needs to compensated for. 

Man's best friend...

In thoughts of this phrase my first response to answer the question would be the dominant woman that has taken him on in a relationship of servitude.  Knowing that this woman has taken the time to get to know this male and interested in having him attend to her bidding is like a Christmas gift to the male.  This gift is appreciated in respect, caring and brings a sense of belonging to the male. 

It is interesting as this develops that the relationship doesn't become more relaxed or mutually exclusive yet one in that the male desires to please his Miss more and more.  The satisfaction in the gift comes through seeing the pleasure on his best friends face.

When a man can share his most innermost thoughts with a woman it should be seen a treasure.  A lot of men are not capable or willing to do so, but when a man does so it is a sign of affection and that he has found his best friend.  My best friend is Miss!!!

Benefits of Prostrate Massage...

Massaging the prostate promotes relaxation and, in turn, regular ejaculation. Regular ejaculation has a number of healthy, non-sexual benefits. The stimulation of the prostate gland promotes the production of fluid in the prostate and brings fresh blood flow to the pelvic area. This fresh blood flow will bring oxygen and nutrients, allowing for healthier cell function within the prostate and the surrounding area

Many men experience chronic constriction in the area of the pelvis. This constriction decreases blood flow to the area and to the penis itself. Massaging the prostate and the perineum will relax the pelvic muscles and allow better blood flow to the area.

Prostatitis is a condition in which bacteria grows in the acini sacs within the prostate gland itself. The bacteria causes the prostate gland to become swollen and, in some cases painful. In many cases the bacteria can shed itself from the prostate gland, but if the prostate swells, the acini close and the bacteria becomes trapped, causing additional pain, swelling and urinary problems. Gentle prostate massage ensures that fresh blood flow is brought to the acini sacs, allowing them to flush and prevent bacteria from remaining trapped inside. 

A fantasy becoming reality... while she smiles!!!

I received a cb6000s chastity device and my heart sank a little in seeing the package.  I ordered it, I knew it was coming, I wanted it.  The reality of having my cock and balls locked up was about to come true and it was strangely exciting.  After getting home with the package it was the first thing I sat down to open.  I must say it was a great looking product, well packaged all in place. 

I took it out and began figuring out how it worked...  Not extremely difficult but not entirely easy either.  I put it together and locked the lock.  Then tried to take it off, after a little adjustment I got it to fit fairly comfortable with no chance of getting it off.  The reality and astounishment of what I had done filled my thoughts.  I tried to see how it was to pee and not a problem.  I sat stood and walked around, again not a problem.  I was beginning to realize that this might work out better than I had expected.  It was comfortable and effective. 

It has been 12 hours now and slept with the device on.  My morning erection fully filled the cage but didn't allow me to get fully hard.  What is fully hard going to feel like again?  The erection I had was not really an erection just a caged up and swollen cock.  The effectiveness of the cage certainly does not allow me to stimulate myself.  As it stands now the reality of this situation is stimulating but I am sure that will pass.  And all of this for Miss who has seen pictures and will get the keys after I feel it can be worn long term as she wears a great big smile upon her face, purely torturous!!!

The mind and body connection in submission

An interesting concept with several views.  To begin some believe that the desire to submit is wired in the brain from birth.  Filling this desire to submit usually produces a rush of energy within the body increasing sexual sensations.  One might say that there are two types of personality traits that are more or less prominent in one’s mind.  Those that receive more pleasure from pleasing others and those that receive more pleasure from being pleased.  Its not a hard and steady either or situation, simply a more dominant thought cycle.  To go a little further in regards to the submissive connection there same to be a difference in submitting in a ritualistic or service oriented manner.

Upon submitting in a ritualistic way, the rush of energy is almost always sexually charged to begin with.  It is the excitement of the unknown in hearing of this type of activity which produces a largerly sexual effect.  As time goes on in ritual play the sexual energy becomes replaced with more cognitive energy.  When first being made to stand in a corner with a hood on, kitchen timer set, and told that will be done daily you will surely see arousal in your partner’s body.  Within time that ritual will not produce the sexual arousal and allow for more meditative and reflective thought in the act of submission.  It is for this fact that ritual play has more lasting effect when it is dedicated to and/or forced to happen according to plan.  Ritual play ultimately provides more cognitive than sexual thoughts.

A service oriented submission tends to play more upon the sexual aspect of thought processes.  The first time service is introduced to someone who is submissive will greatly charge sexual sensations.  This effect will probably be seen over and over when service is asked for.  It is a little bit about the unknowing of how service might take place and the general concept behind being in service.  The body will react sexually in these circumstances usually in delight to the one who is dominant.  When this energy is created in the submissive person it tends to allow for increased tolerances of pleasure.  Most often in BDSM this is pain.  It is an interesting combination to fill the desire to submit with receiving pain, it is a conflicting and sometimes frustrating combination.  Also interesting is the longer term aspect of having received pain for one’s service.  The marks, bruises and mental aspects can last days making an evening of entertainment last several days or longer.

I believe it is wise to know the differences in these types of play and understand where it is you want to go in your relationships.  I also believe that a blend of play makes for quite the comprehensive package.

A day with Miss…

The day begins by arriving at her home at 10:00am.   I hit the mark and arrive on time.  I knock on the door waiting anxiously and a bit nervous in our first meeting.  After a minute and decisions of whether to ring again the door is unlocked.  I see my new dominant for the first time and greet her thanking her for having me invited to her home.

I enter and give her a rose which she doesn’t pay much attention to.  She just says follow me and we proceed to the kitchen.  She sits down at the table and simply says, ”tea please.”  Not comfortable in the situation yet I look around and see the stove top with a kettle.  I fill the kettle and turn the heat on.  I take it upon my own to look for tea bags while she watches.  The unknowing of what I should be doing or going through her kitchen is frustratingly exciting.

I see a couple of jars that look like they might have tea in them and open them.  Not to be found.  I ask if I may look in the cupboards and she says sure…  I do find mugs which will help but no tea.  I am sorry Miss I cannot find your tea.  She then says I was kind in looking and then takes a tea bag from her bra and asks if that is what I was looking for.  I say yes and am thrown into another whirlwind of thoughts as to what is going on here.  I fix the tea, realizing it was only one bag and I do not get any…

She asks me to sit and as I do she tells me I have not earned the privilege of her furniture yet, so I sit on the floor.  As she sips her tea with elegance she watches me and we begin simple conversation.  I tell her of my family and past relationships while she seemingly takes it in.  Upon finishing her tea she tells me to put the apron on that is hanging from a hook next to the door.  That is what I will be allowed to wear if anything while in her presence from now on.  I take it and move to go to the bathroom to change but she stops me.

You will change in front of me she says.  So I remove my clothing neatly and fold it and put on the apron.  She asks me to stand still hands behind my head and takes my clothing putting it in a box and locks it.  I am almost stupefied at this point.  How will I get my clothes back I ask myself..  She then sits again and asks me to step closer…  As I do she lifts the apron and inspects me closely.  She says she respects I chose to shave for her but could do a better job and remarks she will work on that later.

She then instructs me she will test my domestic skills.  I will clean the kitchen entirely within the hour.  To make it a little more interesting she places cuffs on my wrists.  Thinking she will watch as I clean I am wrong, she goes to another room.  I am left in an apron, wrists cuffed to clean, wondering what is going on and without her presence.  I wonder if this was a good idea.  I finish cleaning and walk to the next room to inform her I am done.

She says thank you, now you will fold laundry.  I thought she might look to see if I had done a good job, but can’t even get satisfaction out of that.  So a basket of laundry is thrown about the floor and I begin folding.  Interestingly enough I see it’s a basket of socks.  What is more interesting is that there are no matches.  Evil, she laughs…  nice predicament eh boy?

The other load of matches is presented and I fold them for her.

Upon being done I look for satisfaction again but none is given…

Having talked with Miss for awhile before meeting she knew of my affection for the woman’s foot.  She told me it was time to see what I could with my foot fetish and I instantly sprang to life.  There was a little twist in this though as she blindfolded me.  She told me I had done well so far and as a reward would get to worship her feet but not exactly as how I would have imagined.  She told me her plan didn’t include the opportunity to see her feet in person, I would just have to imagine the image and the fact that she was going to get off on this.  Kneeling before I was to remove her heels and hose.  Miss then made me smell her shoe asking if I liked what I sensed.  Upon answering that I did she said ‘good’ and proceeded with her final task.  I was wrong in thinking I might get to taste her toes as she wrapped the hose about my face and fixed a ball gag over my mouth. 

My senses were filled with her hose she must have worn several days prior, covering my mouth and nose.  She then tied one of her heels to my face covering my mouth and nose.  ‘That should keep your mind on the task of massaging my feet to the point in which I cum before I let you go.’  I found a foot and began rubbing as she began touching herself.  It was agony for me to not see the feet I have come to adore, yet only smell them.  I could soon feel her relax and sink into sexual pleasure.  I massaged just able to listen to her soft moans of pleasure as she touched herself.  Soon she moaned loudly letting herself loose of an orgasm.  She told me to stop and removed my facial bonds after having put her feet into slippers.  I wouldn’t get to see her feet.

I think I am done with you for your first day slave..  Think about things and decide whether or not you want to come back.  I hope to hear from you two hours from now, no more no less.  And no touching while thinking, it might impede your ability to think straight!!!

And with that I was dismissed…  Asking for my clothes, she said no… hope you don’t need gas on the way home!!!  I had to run to my car and make my way home hoping no one would see me.

I did call two hours later and asked to see her again in which she replied she would consider after checking to see how well I cleaned.  And with that she left me in wonderment of what was to come…

Dinner with Miss...

Dinner with Miss is always quite the experience.  Once a month Miss likes to go out and have a nice meal prepared by someone other than myself.  She calls it my night off but it is hardly so.  Miss doesn't tell me when she plans to have dinner out, it could be any day of the week but I do know it will be the next day as she has me take an extra laxative the day before followed with a dose of fiber and two jalapeno peppers.  Her pleasure in going out to dinner serves her several ways.  She enjoys the night away from home, a meal she hasn't tried before, being seen as an attractive couple (which we are) and genuinely just making the experience torturous for me.  There are three aspects of dinner she wields her control of me upon; pre-dinner, during dinner and post dinner.

Pre-dinner begins with me taking a shower and preparing my body for her, shaving etc...  While showering she lays out what I will wear for the evening.  It is always some of my nicest clothes but is what is worn underneath that excites her.  Upon getting out of the shower and drying myself it is the usual scenario wear I put upon two diapers over my chastity encaged cock and balls.  This is followed by a secure wrapping of saran wrap and then completely covered in duct tape.  With this done she knows I will not be able to use the restroom in the small amounts of time she will make me go to the restroom during dinner.  She writes a small message on the tape covering my ass.  Then it is unto placing an anklet with a small lock placed upon my left ankle.  Next she has laid out her pantyhose that she has worn that day that I am to encase my legs in.  She is one size smaller than me making me have to stretch them upwards to fit comfortable without a low riding crotch.  There are two pieces of duct tape that have small squares of sandpaper over them that are then affixed to my nipples.  The final piece of 'underwear' is a necklace worn around my neck that serves as our public appearance of a collar.  Finally I put on the pants, shirt and shoes she has chosen.  No socks and Miss did manage to sprinkle rice into my shoes.  The sensations created strive my caged cock to get hard but to no avail.

We then proceed to the restaurant of her choice for dinner.  We sit and begin dinner with a bottle of champagne.  I won't be allowed to drink much but enough to feel a slight buzz with her knowing that this makes me even more excited in the experience.  Miss decides upon a martini before drinking the champagne with her meal, this makes her wild.  As we sit and talk about the day I scan the restaurant with thoughts in the back of my head as to who may notice my predicament or the arrangement I am in.  In doing so I know that any lack of quick response to her thoughts or questions will be dealt with later making my mind a complete cluster.  With Miss knowing what she expects my diet to consist of, the fact that we both look at the menu is somewhat meaningless to me, she is looking for herself.  After several minutes of relaxing and taking in the moment our waitress comes back and asks if we are ready to order.  Miss orders her meal of choice and has already told me what to order for myself, linguine with olive oil and olives, tossed salad and a hard-boiled egg.  She allows me to order for myself knowing that is more humbling to do so than for her to order for me. 

Once the order is placed Miss sets upon my first task.  Since it has been several minutes and a drink for me she knows I must use the bathroom to urinate.  Obviously not able to urinate while diapered she uses the opportunity to use the rest room but to change the anklet from my left ankle to right ankle.  She slips me the key and says '5 minutes.'  I head to the restroom to complete the task knowing it will cost me in punishment for anytime it takes me over 5 minutes.  I make it to the restroom and lock myself in a stall.  It is fairly obvious I have to take my shoes off, pants off and pantyhose to complete the task.  The interesting past is having to do it where it can be noticed by a neighbor if there is one in a surrounding stall.  I am mean seriously, who doesn't look at what's going on in the next stall through the bottom portion of the divider.  Well, for me this is not a concern as much as time is so I go about the task and do it as quickly as possible.  I complete the task, redress and head back to the table which is interestingly at the far end of the restroom from the bathrooms.  It is at this point my face gets flushed and looks at most every customer looking to see if they are looking at me wondering if I was the one changing in the restroom. 

I get back to the table and am told it took me seven minutes to return.  I am then told it will be a credit for each minute late.  Ok, not too bad I think, two swats with a cane or crop, I can take that.  Miss then informs its a credit for each second that will be endured in a minute of predicament bondage later... that is two hours I suddenly realize.  For some reason this makes me try to get hard again and I can see the glow and smile in her face.  Shortly after sitting back down salads are served.  I always eat my salad after my meal as does Miss, its good for the digestive system.  The hard-boiled egg is another story though, this I am made to eat after cutting length wise and scooping out the yolk.  The soft texture of the egg white makes me think of what its like when I am forced to suck on her strap-on.  It makes me embarrassed to wonder if anyone is watching me do this, the mental aspect is incredible.  While eating the white Miss takes the yolks and mixes them on a bread plate with a small bit of butter scrambling them into a cream.  After finishing the whites its onto to what she refers to as the 'cream'.  She makes me eat the cream off the spoon she mixed it on asking if I like it and want more.  It tastes pretty horrible after hearing that thought and kindly exclaim I am full.

Maybe we'll have banana cream pudding for dessert then she tells me!  The waitress returns and removes the bread plates and asks if we need anything, Miss orders another Martini.  I finish my champagne knowing I have a slight effect from the alcohol and knowing she is in a rare mood.  A side note must be made at this point with the information being that when I am allowed out of chastity and able to release it is most often on a banana, thus the reference to banana cream pudding.  So Miss is getting another drink and I'm thinking I might get to cum tonight, wicked thoughts. 

With dinner on its way Miss asks me to remove my watch and hand it to her.  I am then told that I will have to wipe my mouth and nose with the hanky I am to find in my left breast pocket of the shirt I am wearing every four minutes from the time her dinner is served until she is done with her plate.  I acknowledge her wish and dinner is served.  Upon being served she looks at her watch casually and asks me to pass her my fork.  Miss then tells me I am to eat my linguine with my spoon and only using my left hand.  She further tells me I will only eat what I can manage to spoon feed myself until she is done.  I'm pretty much shaking at this point and struggle to get any if any pasta on the spoon while she enjoys dinner conveniently asking me questions just as I go to put a spoonful of pasta in my mouth.  She is truly having too much fun and knowing I am going to be the one to pay the bill afterwards.  Halfway through dinner she sets me upon my second bathroom task.  I am to go to the bathroom and read the message she wrote on my ass when I get back.  This causes another stir in my stomach and my cock to ache once again in its cage.  There are no mirrors in the bathroom stalls and black pantyhose make it hard to read through so I must basically show my ass over the sink to figure it out.  3 minutes Miss tells me.  I go to the restroom following another gentleman in and lucky enough he heads for a stall.  I pull up to a urinal, flush it and let a stream of urine loose in the diaper.  I then head to the sink and quickly pull down my pants and hose to inspect the message.  It says Fun Hun?  I turn of the water pull my pants up glad no one saw me..  But I do think about the guy in the stall, you can see enough through the cracks in the doors, did he see me?  Oh well, I'm in too deep to worry about it now..

I return to the table and recite the message.  Miss tells me very good but another 20 minutes of bondage as I was 20 seconds late.  We then talk normally over the rest of dinner with me pulling out the panties and wiping my mouth and nose as to what i think is every four minutes, Miss looking at her watch every time I do so.  She finally proclaims to be dome with her meal, some left over but not nearly quite the plateful I do.  With a final wipe of my face she tells me I was about another 30 seconds off of the wiping task throughout the coarse of the meal, I think not to bad.  The waitress arrives, asks if we are done and in saying so removes our plates, and asks if we would like dessert.  Miss replies saying she would like a piece of Tira Misu, half on a plate and half boxed to go and asks if they have any bananas.  The waitress says they do have bananas and in reply Miss asks if one can be boxed as well.  I am so thinking I am going to get to come tonight.

While waiting for dessert to arrive it is an opportunity for us to share a glass of champagne together and exchange pleasant conversation.  I feel that Miss has exhausted her plans for the evening but I am so wrong.  She allows me to eat my salad, with the fork thank god, while she nibbles on her dessert.  The salad sends my bowels into overtime but able to hold my urges.  While eating dessert Miss explains that instead of 30 extra minutes in bondage my leftovers will be mixed in a blender and served to me later through a baby bottle.  Oh, yummy I think, but of course don't say.  "Maybe with banana cream pudding!"  She is killing me with this thought I might get to release.  We finish our dinner, take the tab and leave the restaurant. 

Upon returning home Miss orders me to strip of all I have on except for the chastity device which I can't remove anyway and wait for in the corner on my knees.  She proceed to head to the bathroom and change into her evening clothes.  She returns and tells me to keep my eyes closed and puts a blindfold over my eyes.  I am then asked to report to her as she makes her way to the family room and her lounge chair.  As I crawl to her I can only think that there will be at least two hours of predicament bondage left in this evening.  She has me sit on the edge of a chair and loops a string around my already taught balls and ties it to my big toes with about two feet of somewhat slack string.  She then tells me to get on my hands and knees and places and locks a humbler between my balls and the back of my upper legs.  Finally she places a gag in my mouth and informs me that I will be at her beck and call for two hours and 20 minutes or until she falls asleep.  I hear her set her alarm clock for what I think is that amount of time.  With her duties done and in the predicament I'm in, I simply left to worship and massage her feet and finally made to crawl to the kitchen and find the remainder of her dessert.  She drifts away to tranquil sleep within the hour and leaves me to sleep upon the floor curled up.  As I hear her breathing enter into what I know is sleep I realize there will be no banana cream pudding tonight and 2 hours and 20 minutes of predicament bondage will more likely be at least 8.

Spank me please...

One of your favorite activities is to turn a bare bottom red.  You enjoy not as punishment but for the sensation it creates, the artwork it makes and the moans your hear.  I never really know when you are in the mood but bringing out a blindfold gives me at least at 50/50 idea it may happen.  You put the blindfold on and lead me to the playroom.  I have never seen the inside of this room but no there is a cross in it which you lead me to.  I remove my clothing and you secure my wrists and ankles to the cross.  You secure my waist to the cross with a strap not allowing me to squirm to much or use my body to deaden the blows.  You begin with a paddle gently warming my bottom and settling into your rhythm.  I do not not count or thank you at this point and make no movement or sound as this is just the warm up.  After bring blood to the area and seeing a nice shade of pink your game begins.  You have five items you like to use; a crop, strap, cane, flogger and a gloved hand.  Inside a jar there are five numbers each on a piece of paper.  You pull out a number and tell it to me making me thank you, count and describe the implement you spank me with each time.  I know how many times I will be hit, just not knowing with what it will be.  If I describe the implement incorrectly the counting begins over until I identify the correct item.  Its not too hard but being in that situation makes it more difficult to focus. 

After the spanking is over, you sooth my ass with an ice pack then release me, lead me out of the room and proceed with the day or evening.

Becoming a barista...

A barista is a bartender that works in a coffee shop and leads a challenging and ever learning path.  Those that visit coffee shops are usually quite the coffee aficionados with great taste for coffee.  As one can imagine the need or desire to visit a coffee shop is filled with expectations.  A relaxed atmosphere, good coffee and pleasant conversation.  These expectations are the fore front in the qualities a good barista must have.

Knowledge of numerous coffee beans is a good place to begin.  Beans range from light to dark roast and come from regions around the world.  How the beans are grown, cultivated and harvested is information many coffee patrons like to know.  Knowledge in preparing the coffee beans can make an average bean great or a great been bad and a patron will be able to taste the difference.  The background to the skills can be taught but it truly is working with an experienced barista that allows one the learn these skills.

18 steps in undressing and dressing your Mistress

1.  Upon being naked in her presence, remove her shoes from the feet you worship. 

2.  Smell the shoes and compliment upon the pleasant scent she has created while wearing her footwear for the day.

3.  Gently massage the feet while removing socks and/or stockings.

4.  Unbutton blouse or shirt and remove while brushing fingers against the nipples.

5.  Use tongue and mouth to share warmth to the nipples while undoing the bra that encases her breasts.

6.  Ask her permission to pleased while working your tongue from her breasts down to her pleasure city!

7.  Draw a bath for her comfort.

8.  Play soft music and little candles for ambiance.

9.  Escort Mistress to the bath room, letting her hold on to leash attached upon your neck

10.  Kneel while she enters the tub

11.  Sponge bath every inch of her body she allows you to clean after asking for permission

12.  Keep the water at precisely the temperature she enjoys

13.  Wash her hair while giving a head massage

14.  Help rinse her body and hair of any soap... draining the water from the tub at the same rate new appropriately temperatured water is added

15.  Present warm towel to Mistress

16.  Assist in drying all areas of the body

17.  Present the attire previously chosen

18.  Assist in putting the clothing on.

18 steps from getting undressed to dressed.

To begin, taking off the clothes being worn is pretty self explanatory...

The challenge begins by climbing the first 9 steps to the upstairs bathroom to shower.  The shower in the house that the hot water has been cut off too.  All the while the difficulty becomes in having your toes and thumbs bound with zip ties.

Challenging as well is that act of washing off the honey you coated your body in before going upstairs.  With hands bound it is hard to wash and hold the soap making what would like to be a quick shower all the longer by having to pick up and put down the soap.

On finishing it is on to the final 9 steps of the task.  Getting back downstairs...  Cold and shaking it is realized going up is quite easier than going down... 

Back to the dressing room...

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Touch the ground.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Turn around.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Show your shoe.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
That will do.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Run upstairs.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Say your prayers.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Blow out the light.
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Say good night.

Phthalates,

What are phthalates?  Phthalates are esters of phthalic acid and used in the production of plastic to increase the flexibility, durability and longevity in plastic based products.  They can found in products such as cosmetics, baby toys and cellophanes used in wrapping foods.  It has been found within the past ten years or so that this additive does not chemically bond to the plastic it is added to and therefore leaches out of the material.  This leads to the fact that it can be absorbed by the human body through direct contact in the mouth (pacifiers), the skin (cosmetics) and ingested by food eaten that has been wrapped in certain cellophanes.  The good news is that upon being discovered the use of phthalates is being phased out and there are regulatory laws that apply to products brought into the country. (140)

What are the health risks?  Studies have shown that are quite a few potential health risks to those in environments with higher concentrations of phthalates.  These risks include; asthma, low birth weights, metabolic processing disruptions, effects on puberty and autism.  (40)

In homes with those that have asthma it was found that phthalate levels were consistently higher than with those without.  Linoleum and other plastic derived floorings can possibly be attributed to these levels.  It should also be mentioned that as plastic breaks down it accelerates the release of phthalates into the environment.  The ingestion of phthalates by pregnant women can result in birthing issues such as low birth weight and the potential for autism.  The effects have been linked to puberty particularly in younger women by consistently showing that increased phthalate levels correspond to earlier than average puberty signs.  Phthalates have also been seen to have a connection with neurological development and possibly autism.  (114)

Where it can be found?  Phthalates can be found in nearly every product we use on a daily basis.  As stated the use is being phased out but it is not hard to think of the plastic products used on a daily basis.  From soda bottles, shampoo bottles, plastic kitchen ware and in industrial applications such as PVC tubing and piping and in large amounts in hospital operations.  The water that passes through our homes has probably been in contact with a material that was made using phthalates.  The medicine in IV bags probably has been in contact with a product made with phthalates.  (104)

Identifying the use of phthalates in products we buy?  There are no so many derivatives of phthalates that one would really need a chemical engineering specific to phthalates to determine whether the contents of an item made could be harmful.  And the use of the word phthalate as a suffix to a larger word does not necessarily mean it is harmful.  There are no regulations to identifying phthalates on product labels, but as stated before it is regulated in manufacturing.  Hard plastics used for containers and industrial use can be identified by being labeled Type 1 for recycling purposes.  Softer plastics such as though used for soda bottles are labeled Type 3 for recycling purposes.  In general, harmful phthalates are now not found in these materials.  (126)

14 Steps for preparing breakfast in bed for Mistress...

1.  Wake earlier than Mistress does to begin preparations

2.  Wear at home uniform or dress code if different from sleeping attire.  In my case it is naked wearing a teddy bear covered chastised cock and balls.

3.  Prepare 3 different drinks for Mistress as it difficult to know what she would be in the mood for that morning.  My choices would be coffee, Earl Grey tea and juice.

4.  Set aside the milk, sugar and honey as it again hard to tell how she would like it and a mistake to assume anything.

5.  Serve the drink choices within a minute of hearing the alarm awaken Mistress.

6.  Fix the drink of choice according to her desires.

7.  Serve the drink of choice along with the newspaper retrieved from the mailbox along with the remote control for the TV

8.  Ask Mistress what she is in the mood to eat for breakfast.  Again assumptions could be dangerous.  Allow Mistress to awaken with her drinks and media while retreating back to the kitchen.

9.  Fix Mistress's breakfast of choice to order.  There is no need to taste it as you are a good enough cook to know how to prepare it to her likings.  There is also a good chance that the food she eats doesn't meet your dietary plan and she will be able to smell bacon on your breath if she chooses to test you.

10.  Present breakfast to Mistress as quickly as possible and as warmly as possible... think about warming the dinnerware prior to serving to keep things as warm/hot as possible.

11.  While Mistress eats clean kitchen of all dishes used while listening to the weather to be able to update her upon what the day will be like.

12.  Upon finishing the dishes and giving Mistress the appropriate time to eat return to gather dishes, give a weather update so she can plan her attire for the day.  Ask if there is anything else she would like at this time.

13.  Thank Mistress for the pleasure of serving her breakfast and being hers in mind, body, soul and in chastity.

14.  Exit by beginning the bath water or shower so it will be warm for her to enter when she is ready.

So... true story.  My mother stopped by the other morning unexpectedly and of course I was taking a little nap before work.  She knocks and I get up a bit startled to answer the door.  In a bit of haste I go to the door and answer.  We talk for a couple of minutes and then she notices my toes are painted.  Talk about an embarrassing moment.  I had to tell her I did it just for fun.  That ended the conversation rather quickly, me red-faced.

Down time...

In the context of bdsm relationship it is an interesting topic.  I feel there is a lot of work and thought that goes into a bdsm relationship from both the dominant and submissive.  I respect the time the dominant puts into this scenario and can't ever take anything away from one's wishes to have down time.  I can only speak from a submissive perspective and in that would like to state or ask the question from that perspective, is there really down time?

Being submissive I feel as though as I am always on call to please my dominant.  Surely there are times when sleeping this isn't the case but the prospect is always in the back of my mind.  If I was to hear the phone I would most likely first think it could possibly be my dominant sending a message or sharing a need.  Even while at work the thoughts race as to wanting to get home and back in touch with my Miss or otherwise having been given a topic to think about for the day.  So this dynamic doesn't really allow for too much down time in terms of being submissive.  Having said that I also believe it is fairly equal for the dominant in that she probably thinks of how her submissive is doing and what will come about of any orders given for the day, while thinking of what or how she might enjoy using the sub when available next.

In my down time I have been asked to reflect on bananas, post it notes, shoe laces, lubes and teddy bears and effective down time.  That is an interesting mix of things to combine so will go about it a little differently.  In all reality this is an example of what I stated above in the fact that "down" time can not necessarily be "down" time.  Any one of these items or all combined could be productive in creating effective down time.  I think that what it comes down to is having any of these items or any others for that matter create thoughts that focus upon the dominant even while she might not be actively engaged in the dominance.

I could come up with ideas upon how to use each item but I am not going to as I haven't really been asked to.  I will simply have the items on hand to be used as told.  Has this been effective down time?  I believe the answer is yes!

I've been hosed!!!

Not in a particularly bad way though.  I've worn pantyhose to work the last two days and last night as pajamas.  It does create an interesting sensation.  It magnifies hot and cold feelings upon my legs.

What makes a good domme?

To begin with, an air of confidence is important.  We all make mistakes and things do not  always go as planned, but having the confidence to oversee the situation is a powerful trait.  A bit of mystery is always interesting.  It keeps the submissive in a state of wonderment, continually focused upon his domme.  Along those lines, creativity is a good trait as well.  I respect protocol and find daily tasks such as kneeling or corner time productive in putting and keeping a submissive on point, but a certain amount of creative thought keeps things compelling.  There are times when we sometimes feel we are out of creative ideas, in these times a little sharing is probably due.  As for myself thoughts and new ideas are always occurring.  It is not my place to share unless asked, but believe me you must realize a submissive probably thinks about things more than one can imagine, particularly during "down" time.

Aside from the 'fantasy' characteristics of a domme, intellect and respect play a large part in attributes I find captivating in a domme.  It is always nice to be with one that thinks and respects humanity with a flavor of humor.  Intellect, respect and humor are excellent ways to keep a submissive at your bidding!

Rainy day games...

One particularly interesting game comes to mind that can be quite entertaining.  It is called the shoe game.  The object of the game is to have the submissive sort shoes mixed upon a bed or floor only using the touch from his or her mouth and possibly scent if that can be helpful.  It begins by having the sub blindfolded and hands bound behind the back.  The shoes are then mixed in front of the sub.  4 to 6 pair of shoes certainly proves to be quite the challenge.  It is quite entertaining to simply watch or let the sub be while the domme does something else.  He or she wouldn't really know if being watched anyway.  Other rules can be used such as a time restriction and penalties for incorrect matches or matches missing in a certain amount of time.

Have fun!

Learning the alphabet.  It takes 26 days.  Each day a new letter is learned by being written on tape that covers the body.  In my case it is tape that is placed over my Miss's package.  Hmmm, could be a long lesson!!!!

And on to Jello.  Jello is an interesting thing.  I really should probably look into the history of how it works and who came up with the idea. 

Besides it being interesting in concept, I was asked to make some today and the flavor is orange.  I was also asked how might jello be used for humiliation or punishment.  My mind has been only to come up with two ideas, neither particularly attractive but so it goes.  Those ideas were to put some in heels and then tape the heels on, probably a bit squishy until it melts.  The other was to mix it with baby food for a delightfully tasting snack.  Probably wouldn't taste good either way!

Any ideas as for uses in this realm of humiliation or punishment are respectfully accepted!

P.S. you can add a tablespoon of laxative powder to the mix if desired!!!

Shoes...  Let me start be telling what I kind of shoes I don't like...  Well there aren't any I have seen that have made me at least think.  Its almost shameful but I look at the shoes women wear almost religiously.  I once again think again it says a lot about a woman.

So my favorite shoes are black leather with a heel.  Gives presence and confidence to the one that wears them.  All leather peeks my interest, I like the way it seems to encase to foot and traps the essence of the foot.  The best foot I have been kindly enough allowed to worship has been one in leather for the day.

Peep toe shoes, now who in the heck came up with that evil idea.  The word 'peep' says it all... like looking through glass block, you know its there but can't get a good look.  And this little ballerina shoes these days.  I know they are tight and that is hot, combined with a little toe cleavage, come on now...

And I do like certain flip flops that have an attractive quality.  Not just ole worn out ones but a little sparkle.

I like shoes!!!

Tonight's topic is 'Toed to Heaven'.  It is not a mystery that I have a foot fetish.  I enjoy the taste and smell of a woman's foot in the morning, afternoon or evening.  Beyond the satisfaction that I get in worshiping a woman's feet and toes it is the sign of submission that interests me most.  To be made to pay homage to the lowest part of a persons body is intriguing and humiliating.

Of the fetishes I have it is the strongest.  While in public I often look at the shoes and coverings women wear upon their feet.  While not certain always, I think it can be a sign of how well women carry themselves and their sexual bias based upon this fact.  Some where heels just to be heard and gain attention.  Some wear slippers just to be comfortable.

And in closing, it is a thought of mine to be tied and tortured by the touch of a woman's feet bringing me 'toed to heaven'!!!

Greetings... I have recently been asked to tweeze certain areas of my body that I had either never shave or removed hair from before.  It is from my experience that tweezing the hair removes it for longer than shaving.  It also is more sensitive afterwards!!!