And then to something completely different.....

I have said it before and I will repeat it again: The one thing I cannot abide is stupidity. Let me correct that. Stupid people who know they're stupid and behave accordingly are fine. I never met one, but I have no problem tolerating them.

No, the problem are all the stupid people who think they're geniuses, and there are many, many of those.

I cannot be dominated by some idiot I can run rings around, intellectually speaking that is.

I won't ever meet someone of that kind. I don't want to spend time on them.

IF:
You believe Obama is a muslim, secretly working to undermine the US.
You believe Rush Limbaugh is a purveyour of deep truth and insights.
You belive Fox news is a channel of objective, fair journalism.
You think Sarah Palin should be president.
You have ever started reading a book by Glenn Beck, and bothered to finish it.
You believe that dominating a woman sexually is a matter of yelling loudly at her while you whip her.
You are unable to distinguish between your (possibly exciting) sexual fantasies, and reality.
You do not understand that any woman, even if she describes herself as a slave or submissive, is a person, a human being.
You have no education. (high school does not qualify)
You have never read a book
You never follow the news or care about the issues of our time.
You think 9/11 was a jewish or communist or capitalist or US government conspiracy
You voted for Bush in 2004

Then you are an Idiot!!!!

This is a personal, subjective and deeply felt way of categorizing people, that I believe in and live by.

My true perversion

No .it's not my slave/submissive bdsm life I'm talking about. That's just an essential part of my normal, regular life, and a perfectly sound and healthy activity, thank you very much.

But I do have this rather strange way of getting pleasure that feels a bit strange. Strange in the sense that I don't really know anybody else with the same perversion.

I love bodily fluids. I take great pleasure in men ejaculating over my face and body. I love to be peed on.

My favorite fantasy has me naked, lying on the floor, sometimes restrained sometimes not, and several men masturbate over me and some come, splattering my body and face with their semen. If my hands are free I play with it, rub it into my face, put it in my mouth, suck it and swallow it. Others pee, splashing over my body, my face.

I have experienced scenes coming close to this and I have tried to understand my feelings about it.

One logical answer is that it is my craving for humiliation that is satisfied this way. I have to admit that I find such a scene, or just me kneeling before someone peeing on me, extremely humiliating, but it is more than that.

I delight in the substances themselves. The tactile feeling of rubbing semen into my skin, feeling a big glob of semen between my fingers and then taking it to my mouth, wetting my lips sucking it into my mouth, tasting it, spitting it out again, feel it on my skin.

Anybody else out there?
Please tell

long weekends

These long weekends are wonderful and the month of may is full of them. I have spent several days up in the north serving a family as maid and the parents as maid and slave.

The punishment has been mild, the welts already fading, but the humiliation has been delicious.

The sex too. I have had Master's cock in my ass, and my face buried in Mistress' crotch.

But mostly I have been running around naked or semi-naked, fetching and serving, being handled roughly and gently, and always remembering to expose myself, always trying to insure that my cunt is visible and appears open and ready for use. Coming to think about it, why is that? It was barely used once. I guess the pleasure is in the image I project, I certainly take my satisfaction in seeing the looks I provoke and obeying the order to push my hips forward for a little cunt fondling and always that standard; getting the fingers in my mouth to clean off after.

Ah well, love you guys and we'll meet again in the fall!

The pleasures of sucking cock

There are a lot of women who will tell you that they don't really like sucking cock, but they'll do it so they can get the same back.

"I'll give head to get head", they'll say.

You go to a woman who sees herself as a submissive or a slave and you'll get a very different answer. They will never admit to not enjoying having a cock in their mouth. Some will however admit as much to a fellow slavegirl. I am surprised at how common it is even among slaves to admit that they take no personal pleasure in sucking cock beyond the obvious pleasure they get from the humiliation.

I am one of these women who actually do enjoy giving head. And yes it has to do with serving, demonstrating servility and submission, with being used, with humiliation.

I am on my knees before a man. that position screams out: I am submissive to this man. I take his cock into my mouth, he grabs my head and he starts to take control, to fuck my face.

Everything about the situation screems out: You are being used by him, he is humiliating you, you are his toy, his property his slave, his meat.

Most women can fool themselves or rationalize the situation and pretend it is not so.

Us subs know better!
And we love it!

My tits

tit, boob, breast or local: pupp. I've got two of them. Sort of mid-sized, 36, C-cups. I had a vanilla lover once who spent an awful lot of time playing with them, and when I finally got him to move on a bit, he looked sorely disappointed.

This led to a post-coital discussion of the female breast and the male obsession with them. I can't remember all that much about the discussion, but one line really glued itself to my brain. He said at one point: "if I had breasts like these I would stay home all day and play with them"

I won't presume to speak for every woman , but my breasts are fairly uninteresting to me! I have no particular feeling or sensitivity in the breast itself. They're just two lumps of flesh hanging on my ribcage. No more feelings than any bit of flesh on my body. When they're whipped, it is less painful than some other places on my body like my belly or the insides of my thighs.

I enjoy them mostly for two reasons: They are attractive to others, and, they provide a foundation for my nipples, where the real fun lies. That is where one of the switches to all those delightful sensations is located.

When a cane hits there it hurts.

When they are manipulated hard they create a rush that washes through my body and intensifies that desire to submit to the manipulator.

When they harden and start growing out from the breasts it is a clear signal that I am about to become that quivering, helpless piece of womanflesh you can vent your lust on!

let me put it this way:

I love my teats

My Cunt

Cunt, pussy, beaver (what if there's no fur?), slit or in the local lingo here: fitte!

I have one and I love it, or rather I love for it to be wanted by men and women. I love the look all men and some women will send me when they see that I'm "accidentily" showing it on the beach or somewhere it seems a reasonable "mistake", or going to a nude beach and lying down, dark shades on, watching people watching me as I lazily spred my legs a little.

I love it when a dominating man fills it and rides it. I love a dildo in it, a vibrator working in there, a tongue, finger, or just whatever playing around in there.

I love the feeling of a dominant exposing it and demonstrating it to strangers. Strangers being allowed to feel it, examine it, fondle it.

I love my cunt

Sex obsessed? addicted?

It is an interesting phenomenon this passion for diagnosing everything.



I like sex. Sometimes I have many, many orgasms in one day. Brought on by myself or with the help of others.



I come from anal, vaginal or clitoral stimulation. When the right kind of pain comes along it takes very little for me to come.
A cane being used on my body, ass yes, but also the rest of it, not too hard but really stinging, and then suddenly a firm hand cups my pussy and squeezes and I go into orgasmic convulutions.

Sometimes I come in series that just go on until I reach a level of sensitivity where any touch at all actually becomes painful.

I need it often and I get it often. I will continue to get it as long as it's possible to attract a partner, and after that I imagine I will have to rely on mechanical solutions.

Does this make me sick?

I reject that idea. I simply like sex, am higher sexed than most people, however you want to put it.

It is my godamn right to pursue the holy orgasm in any fashion and as often as I wish!

All experts who find a diagnosis necessary, are kindly requested to attend to their own pityful sexlife and leave mine to me!

Reflections on being an expat

I was 19 when I came here. A city in scandinavia (which some of my american readers need to be told is not a country). Until I was 19 I grew up a southern California girl.

When I came here I had just finished high-school and had planned to try to get into uniersity. It turned out not to be that easy. An american high school diploma is not very highky regarded here. I had to learn the language, I had to take several subjects from their high-school equivalent. The math and science was easy for me and I couldn't really see the point of having to do that again. The social science and history was an eye-opener. I had a good teacher and the subjects fascinated me.

The next year I did get in to university, and after 6 years (it was supposed to be five, a year got wasted in there somehow) I got my masters. Today I teach history and english in their school system.

I try to get to california at least once or twice a year to see my dad and his new family. I have also visited a few of my old friends from high school, and some of the difference between young americans and young europeans really have struck me as significant.

Here young people get a degree of freedom at an early age which is just unknown in middle-class america. That means they reach a level of maturity at a much earlier age, to me it was a strange awakening that led to conflict with my parents and when they left after two years here, there was no question in my mind, I was staying on.

I had fought hard I felt to get into university here, It had taken time for me to learn and adjust to my contempararies here, and of course I had also fallen in love with an older woman, so I was staying.

After a few years I went back to California and I attended a five year high school reunion. As that evening progressed I felt increasingly like an adult lost in a childrens party. People were in college, they still had no idea what they wanted to do with their lives. A surprising number of the girls still expected to be married, and viewed that was a carreer in itself. In the twenty- first century, that was incredible.

The only three who actually seemed to have some idea of who they were and what they would do was a girl in med school and two guys doing computer science.

My high school boy friend was still a clumsy lover, only his clumsiness was not so endearing any more.

The class jocks still had a pre-puberty type sense of humor.

When I was twenty-one, a young scandinavian girl turned me on to some of the classical American litterature. (Like Sinclair Lewis' Main street. I mention it because that book has become one of my dearest ones, I've read it three times now).

Among my classmates, one and only one ever read a novel for pleasure and she was in med school. Among the english majors the idea of reading a classical novel for pleasure seemed totally foreign.

Several were still living with their parents.

Quite a few of them were pro-Bush (the majority still democrats). Most seemed to have no particular grasp of the issues beyond the war which was discussed a bit.
In europe I've had an education in politics which is amazing. Of course having been very influenced by an older, wise man, my political views are quite cynical compared to most of my contemporaries here as well.

Last christmas I met a few of them again. The one I have a relationship with is now an intern and she got a few who were living locally together for a party and it is nice to be able to say that relative maturity came late to some, but it came.

There were times here that I thought of getting citizenship here. After Obama was elected Ihave postponed any decision on that.

There are things that I miss. The climate is the obvious one, and yes there are times when I do miss the best climate in the world, southern Cal weather.
The ease of getting along with people is another.
The art of small talk.
The laid-back tolerance.
The lack of moral judgements.
The hospitality towards strangers.

I miss those.

At the same time I am tired of this having to show respect towards any silly idea people may have.

I am an atheist! I think all religion is man made, and I have no particular respect for old myths being peddled as actual truth.

I think vegetarians are silly, and vegans must be idiots.

And I find it a lot easier to have these views here than in the US. I'm tired of people looking at me as something from outer space just because I say I am an atheist.

A weekend as a pet

I'll call her "Anna", she is a woman in her forties, lives in a city a few hours drive from my home. She is sweet, dominant but not at all sadistic. She uses very little physical discipline, even if the stick is there it's mostly carrot.

She uses me as a pet. I love to be her pet.

Friday she picked me up after dinnertime and drove off with me curling up in the front seat of her enormous urban assault vehicle, leash in place. A rather tent - like dress covering my nakedness. It's a dress that makes me look like I'm covering up being fat. In reality it's perfect for transport situations. I'm covered if seen, but still very easily accessible.

We drive to her summer cabin on the coast and then I didn't see the dress again until the return transport late last night.

For the whole weekend I haven't uttered more than a very few words. I have whimpered and made all sorts of small sounds communicating my needs and reactions to her ministrations. I have eaten mashed food out of a bowl, and had my face lovingly cleaned afterwards. I have devoted myself to serving her with my mouth, I have passively taken certain implements into my body, and received as her gift to me several orgasms.

I have not pretended to be a dog or a cat or anything like that, I have just been her pet. Her girl-pet so to speak. Her devoted, affectionate, loving, cuddly little girl-pet.

I have cavorted around naked, mostly inside this time. (too cold still for a lot of outside play) and she has been training me in the begging for food and begging for sex positions.

She has exercised me.

I enjoy my weekends with "Anna", and look forward to the next.

I love you "Anna"