Yes second time he cried, this time it was not easy, but it was the most successful, it proved his point. President always said, It is not about me, but about you. Yes We Can, accomplishing and teaching all that the real power always was within you, each and every one, are the ones who can only bring about that change.

He is President today again (I didn't vote for him), not because what he has done, but because of what you and all of youRead More...

have done. And said to all there, that they will do even greater things then him. But take what little good he brought forth and go to greater heights. Believe, that was his gratest passion, was to stir us all within us, to awake us, into knowing where the great power lays, within each one, to bring about that Change for the good of all.

The real power for change, is right within you, one and all. Always was, not dependent on Government or Congress to do it for you, real Change comes and will only come from within you and all, to make it happen.

Dear Readers,

It has come to my attention that upon "rare" occasion a few of you are unindated with unsolicited email from men and maybe even a few women attempting to capture your attention. Here is my advice: demonstrate you have a mind of your own and are not afraid to use it!

Since posting journal entries with more meat upon the bones then general fictional porn I have to admit the quality of email has risen dramatically. Thank you to those of you who do write in offering intelligent commentary, some agreeing, others not, but always polite. There are women out there worthy of your search, who can stand proudly at your side in the face of the world, yet balanced and secure enough to kneel before you within the privacy of your inner sanctum.

Beware of the individual ready to give it all up to move into your home, into your life without so much as month to pass by. Time is the gift....not her submission or his domination. Take advantage of that gift of time to measure how that potential partner is going to respond to the ups and downs of life.

That's my Monday afternoon rant.

Susan

"Romney's choice of Ryan is a gamble that Americans are ready, hungry even, for a new kind of straight talk."
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Yes, it is high time that we got a political campaign that actually dealt with our pressing issues. The "financial cliff" everyone is talking about is coming at the end of this year when the "Bush" tax cuts expire and the result impacts the middle class far more than the rich. But that is short sighted. The real cliff is the national debt, the inflation that is going to come if we simply keep printing money and undermine our status as the reserve currency of the world.

Are the American people up for a candid confrontation of our financial issues or will anything more complex than a bumper sticker be too much for them? Are we going to continue to focus on personalities as if we were choosing the next American Idol?

Probably yes. The only way Obama loses is if there is some serious bad news arising between now and November. In short, even if Romney and Ryan win, it will be because the level of the national dialogue has risen to grapple with the real issues looming.

Get talking...

"I AM GOREAN, THROUGH AND THROUGH AND AM NOT SITTING BACK IN THE SHADOWS ANYMORE."

Excerpt taken from a profile I recently came across.

Since "Gor" is set of fictional novels as discussed earlier in my journal, then this must mean this individual is role playing in the spirit of the novels. Because one cannot really BE Gorean as such is pretend, a creation of another's imagination. It is like saying, "I am a Jedi Knight!".

Am I incorrect in my logic?

Anyone? Anyone?

An individual from Cadillac, Michigan, WhipEvil1, contacted me this morning. He wasn't the usual suspect of men simply seeking some sort of short lived conversation. He was specifically looking for someone to accept his abusive nature which ooozed through his emails. I actually made the mistake of reading two of these emails before firing off a reply. Apparently, he isn't used to communicating with a woman who actually knows how to use the written word to express precisely which portion of her anatomy he can place his lips...the phrase, "lily white ass" came tumbling from my manicured fingers tips, to the key board of my lap top.

In the end, I did simply block the poor buggar. Lesson of the day, sometimes it takes more courage to sit back and listen, then to respond in like manner.

I have viewed countless profiles with some sort of blurb along the lines of, use of their images is somehow a privacy violation and subject to legal actions. Serious! I mean really that is the most stupid statement I have seen from seemingly "educated" people. The very minute you upload your pictures to collarme, that protection is lost.

If you have some sort of disclaimer blurb in your profile along the lines of the above description, please, refrain from contacting me. Why? because it displays two things: ignorance and inability to think indepently. If you were an independent thinker, you would have done your own research and found out that such a statement is ignorant!

I really need to stick to fantasy fiction writing and stay away from any sort of soap box discourse. Before I get a slew of fan email regarding this topic, do your own research.

and then, he groaned...it was music to her ears, tickling her to no end. The sound only encouraged the greedy ministrations she delivered with her more than eager mouth. Lips wrapped deliciously about the erect shaft of his cock creating such a suction upon his throbbing meat that her cheeks hollowed out with each stroke of her mouth. He didn't need to tell her twice. If he chose to put it in, then she was going to put it in. A POP was heard as the suction was broken between her lips and his throbbing prick. Droplets of salive fell across her lips, a couple dribbled down her chin. Hungrily she looked at him, as if she would and could devour him whole.

Mount him she did as she maneuvered her position around to straddle his hips. The heels of her palms pressed against his chest, then her right hand snaked between them. A couple more strokes of her digits were felt upon his slippery cock as he moved the swollen head to the sodden slit of her pussy. Back and forth she rubbed the diamond head buffering it against the aching bud of her clit, but knowing full well her own pleasure was being denied. It was all about the Master.

Back she pushed feeling the thick, veiny shaft push deep inside of her. She didn't allow him time to savor that sensation as her pussy wrapped snug about his cock, she began to ride him, her hips rotated in tight circles as every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of her.

If the bed is rockin, don't come knockin! Her soft moans mingled with the groans that escaped him. Quickly her head bobbed as she nodded, "Oh yes, Master, yes!" She cried out as sweet sounds of pleasure escaped her. Plump breasts would bounce with the way that he moved against her. Each thrust that he delivered was met by one of her own, jostling her to the very core as she felt him spear her with his rock-hard cock.

More to come....

Shoulders rolled, again, this time thrusting full globes of her breasts into the path of his exploring fingers. Not missing a beat, she would reach down and undo the last bit of fabric which enshrouded her lithe frame, the final swatch allowed to crumple upon the floor beside her. Languidly, the girl eased forward, closing the gap between herself and the man whom she served, allowing the tips of her fingers to brush across his shins with their passage. Higher yet slender fingers ascended, fanning out over his knees to push his legs further apart, making more room for her to nestle against him. Still, clever digits continued along the expanse of his thighs, nails were felt biting tenderly into his flesh through the fabric of his pants. Closer, the girl inched forward, the press of her sweet breasts capped with rosey crenulated flesh and dotted with a hardened cherry could be felt against the inner part of his splayed limbs.

The flaxen haired girl enjoyed the way in which his fingers became suddenly possessive of her flesh, feeling him pinch and paw, leaving red marks in his wake upon the pale peaches and cream flesh of breasts and throat. Nimble digits went to work loosening the button which held his pants about his waist. The tip of her tongue swept slowly over her lips, glossing the lush petals delightfully as she looked within the eyes of the Master. Once the fabric of his pants were slack, the girl pushed them opened further and boldly dipped her hand between to seek out the thickness of his cock. Right away digits coiled about the shaft as the girl began to stroke her fingers up and down.

Faster her hand moved, gliding up and down the veiny shaft of the Master's cock, her thumb brushed against the engorged head and gave it a gentle squeeze as she brought her palm up. Baby blue eyes sparkled as an impish grin spread across blush stained lips. Without warning she dipped her head down, allowing lips to part and the warmth of her breath to play over the mushroom shaped head of his cock. The tip pink tip of her tongue lolled around the outer edge of the swollen tip, then she wrapped her eager mouth about his thickness. Quietly, the girl groaned, the sound was muffled, causing vibrations to caress his rigid shaft, as she plunged her lips down as far and as fast as she could. In the confines of the Master's crotch her head bobbed making honey gold hair dance about his thighs with each thrust that brought her down.

MORE TO COME...

"Girls and unicorns! Not enough that the princess needs a pony. No, it also must have a phallic protrusion on its forehead :D Gotta love it! Gustav"

I was a daisy fresh girl, now look what you've done to me.

Bought two new pairs of shoes today. My favorites are navy blue leather, buttery soft, with black chain mail criss crossing the toes. These are so hawt!

Speaking of hawtness...I am going to Atlanta end of the month. Planning on visiting some friends at 1763. Come one, come all!!!

It was pointed out to me today, that my construction project must be associated with a Federal Contract, thus, all the delays to completion.

Why did I never think of it? Actually stealing this idea from a 21 year old "pro" domme on this site who is actually SELLING her shoes to anyone who wants them? Hell that is better than dropping them off at the DI! Better pricing than any garage sale!

Anyone who wants to buy my used high heels....come and get them! i so could use some replacements. I love this idea!

Be safe...oh yes and sane,

susan

Single, white, female seeks dominant man with a jackhammer penis.

Why jackhammer? ::coughs:: It was pointed out to me tonight that my construction process requires a jackhammer to remove any road blocks, busting them into tiny pieces and getting them out of my way. What a concept!!! Thank you Thomas, you have earn your "atta boy for the week."

Respectfully yours,

desperately seeking susan

I was crowned "Queen of the Kitchen" tonight.

Now can I have just one of my minions offer up a celebratory spanking?

Question:

Is it probable that an individual who is yet in their 20's can attest to be the expert in orgasm control?

It is said the frontal lobe does not fully develop until the age of 25. This is the area in which the human brain functions with self control.

With that being said, I find it silly for any 20 something year old to boast about their expertise in training slaves. They can barely brag to be an expert in living independently!

Please for both of our sakes, do not contact me if you are still 20 something.

Thank you for reading my rant.

susan

As I was sorting out my closet this morning it came to me that I owned way too many pairs of shoes. I am going to brag for a moment here. I counted and found that I own 76 pairs of shoes, each boxed up and labeled in plastic containers, stacked neatly upon shelves in my closet. It brought me a small mixture of joy going through them as each pair had their own story to tell.

There were the sexy strappy ones which brought back memories of parties and holidays. The suede group which are reserved for more of a classy, professional look. Then there are the boots. Here I hit the jack pot as I adore boots and have them in various shades and styles. There are the shiny patent leathers which come up to the thigh.  One of my favorites have little buckles about the ankle (which would be totally hot to have pretty little locks on them!) with an open toe. Then the creme de creme are my new Jimmy Choo...butter soft suede, fringed around the calf, cocoa brown, very native american. Last but not least, there at the bottom of my closet are my time worn and very muddy hiking boots.

Gentlemen....check out your potential woman's closets. Her shoes will give you an indication of what sort of life she has lead.

Thank you for reading my journal.

susan

Has anyone else ever receive one of those bulk sender emails? Where someone has not only sent you an email, but has also mass emailed anything remotely appearing female on the site?

So the most recent guy who was exposed as a bulk spammer is a creeper. Even creepers are not exempt from the Law of Probability. Now I hated statistics in college...did I mention I HATED that class? Perhaps creeper man was a regular wiz and applied part of what he learned to create what I term "rapid machine gun fire email". How many emails does one need to send before they are nabbed for spamming? 100? 500? That law of probability states he will have a certain percentage of success.

Thank you for reading my ranting.

susan

I was told this morning I am not a real submissive.  Looking back I see that entire exchange really wasn't about me. It is all about him and his issues.

Here is what set this entire process off:

"Would you allow someone to suck your clit while you pee." (author's name purposefully excluded)

Obviously there is an audience out there for this sort of fetish. It just isn't mine. I did respond initially with a simple no thank you. After my single email response, this individual lost his mind in anger.

I guess he wrote the definition of submission.

Thank you for reading my journal. As you can see, my construction process is still ongoing.

susan

Here we go again folks....


If I continue to blog about my experiences here on CM will I simply begin to sound like just another angry/frustrated submissive? First off, I am neither angry nor frustrated....alright well maybe a little frustrated....okay you got me maybe a little angry but can you blame me?

One summer not too long ago I tried to scuba dive...buddy breathing system in Lake Champlain. No I didn't see Champy! But what I did find was a wagon wheel. Yes indeed, the first American navel battle was fought on Lake Champlain. Anyhow, we hauled this thing to the surface and cleaned it up. It was very cool. When I was asked if I wanted to keep it, maybe display it in my yard or something, I said no way! I wasn't a "settler" nor did I wish any symbol of settling in my life let alone my yard.

Friends....I know what I want out of a relationship. It's not all about me so don't go there....but come on....if it's not fulfilling to both of us....might as well be a vanilla relationship. Ooooops did I say that?

Thank you for reading my blog.

Susan