Thursday, February 17, 2011


Quite recently Sara wrote a blog on human branding. No, not that Sara, silly. U should know by now i’m referring to Saratoga the submissive wired Alpha male, eh? Anyway, now u all r out of the dark, let me tell my story. Or was it his story? The story of Madame Sadistica? Oh geez, here goes.
It was more or less a reaction to what an alleged sadistic female was trying to make her audience believe about her sm-practices. For instance, she claimed to have her victim perform wild cunnilingus on her, right after he had received her branding. I mean while he was still gasping for air, screeching like a tortured pig, and under a tremendous amount of pain. And rest assured, branding can be awfully painful! Well….um….. when done without anesthetics. And even then, after u have been chased out from the recovery room, it can hurt like hell. It certainly is not for the squeamish!
Since branding stands rather central in my life, i first wanted to respond on Sara’s blog. Remembering tho his lousy moderating and nasty remarks the last times i sent him my thoughts, made me decide to refrain from that, and post it here, in my own cozy rosy environment. Besides, he wouldn’t want to read it anyway, and destroy my thoughts, without even looking at them, the second they would arrive at his sanctuary. Well, so he said (grin).
Here’s what i would have written.
I agree that branding, done by inexperienced, fantasy driven rookies, should be avoided. Indeed it's a risky and a potentially dangerous procedure. But so is for instance the use of a bullwhip, erotic asphyxiation, or simply driving a car. On the other hand, branding had its place in numerous societies, and still has. With the necessary skill, knowledge of 'how to', and the desire to give/get one, it can be very exciting/rewarding, physically as well as psychologically. Many slaves (i mean the ones who deserve that title and not the ones who keep on babbling about for instance going to be branded, and call the police or their mom when the iron comes into sight), feel mega empowered when walking through life, carrying on their body the brand mark of the one who owns them. I mean owns them.
Any idea of how many ways there r to brand ur slave? I’m sure u do (grin). But still, just in case eh? Go here and educate urself a little. And maybe make ur choice. Remember tho, true aficionados of this art won’t settle for anything less than the traditional way. I must admit tho, more modern and specialized techniques can give a much more striking and beautiful end result. At times this gives me a headache (sigh).
Years ago i had a friend, who was into fire. What she did to her slaves with fire was unbelievable. To her, branding was simply foreplay. She was not a sadist tho. She wasn’t into delivering pain and punishment. She was just a passionate female who simply loved to see the flames dancing on her lovers, and to enlighten their lives.
Still, compared to other markings, like for instance tattoos (excluding maybe scar tattooing), branding is extreme indeed. I mean, according to mainstream vanilla thinking, as it’s mostly not seen as such in the velvet underground. Anyway, isn't that what femdom, among other things, is aiming at? To be extreme, to explore boundaries, to go over the edge, to refuse limits and replace them by horizons, to go there where lust is driving us but fear is trying to hold us back, and at the same time....... control all this? All this not only to drown in the ecstasy of uniting with another human being, to get lost together in what i’ve called the Singularity, but also as a means to break for good with vanilla paradigms, protocols, values, morality, and traditions. To maintain my disconnection/independence from this utterly debilitating world, and to keep myself on the alert for its seductive and foul nature, is paramount in my life!

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A friendly suggestion for the dommes (ugh…..toedeloe…..) who read this, including that bunch of ultra strict dames entertained by Sara on his site, who might be contemplating to brand their spouse, hubby, subbie, or whatever creature. Try to get a branding urself first! I mean, b4 going to brand the love of ur life eh? To get the feel of it! To experience the reality of what u soon r going to do to him. Wouldn't that be exciting, lovely, and a true sign of being on top? Oh, come on ladies. Don’t u live by the Golden Rule? Or r u simply a disgusting coward, who expects her slave to suffer things u urself don’t have the stomach for?
Hmmm, let me help u to bravely step over the darn branding-threshold, and to dominate ur silly fear, oh Dommes of the 21st century. Think of it this way: To carry the name of ur property on ur delicate and sexy body, now wouldn't that be something? I mean forever! And wow, what about if u would have more than one slave eh? Yeah, think of that! Remember those old Wild West Machos? The ones who carved an X (or whatever) into the butt-end of their rifles every time they had killed an Indian or another living being? Doesn’t that make ur adrenaline levels peak? Doesn't that want u to order ur slave to run to ur local branding store, to buy some delicious branding equipment and, after his return, immediately proceed with a couple of branding sessions, with the branding of his name (or initials, hehe) on that hungry body of urs as the main event of the day? And to show same off, on the beach, in ur club, during a pta meeting, to ur parents, to ur cuckold husband when ur r fucking ur boss, on Facebook.....oh my…….aaaahhhhhh!
But u know what i think? U will never do it. U will never brand ur slave. At best i only can see u do it via the hand of someone else. Then brag about it. Why is that? Cos u r not a femdom! U only talk about it. U only write stories about it. Silly stories about humiliation, orgasm denial, spanking, cuckolding, etc. Blog after blog after blog. And feel great about it too, cos u think others see u now as the one who’s in control. And they do. They see u like that indeed. Or want to see u like that. They admire u. They adore u. But only cos they r story tellers as well, can’t do without ur paper adventures, no matter the quality, no matter how repetitive they may be, and cos they must have ur support in return.
U say u love ur slave? U have a relationship with him? Even one which is growing deeper and deeper each and every day of ur life? Not only during the weekend, or when the kids r at school? Urs is a 24/7/365 one, characterized by passion and unquestionable slavery? I don’t think so. I tell u what, u ultimate domme, goddess, mistress, u silly self proclaimed domina on ur ridiculous throne: U don’t love him. U hate him. U always have. U can’t stand up to him, contaminated as u r with all kinds of patriarchal ideas and values u can’t urself get rid of. It's eating u. It's driving u crazy. It's crushing ur ego. U need a scapegoat. U need someone to blame for ur failure to stand tall, to make a stance, and to refuse to mop the floor. U want to take revenge on him for all that, and more. But u r way to weak for that. U r not capable of seducing a real macho to do ur bidding. U r not able, and way too vanilla, to force a man like that into slavery, and fully own him. That’s why u mingle with the vanilla sissies and the ones who secretly long for a life under the rule of a femdom, but lack the guts to make that happen. They don't even try. Only online they show some bravery by coming out of their virtual closet. Oh yes, some come out of their r/l closet as well, in the safety of their homes, trying to seduce women like u to fulfill their fantasies, promising u the world, if only u would be willing to give them some corner time for not properly having done ur floor, or something equally banal. These men r like u. Bragging wannabes. Still, u want to make them look even more tiny, cos u r too small urself. U say that’s not true? U r the real stuff? Then brand him!

Friday, February 11, 2011


With all the turmoil going on in Egypt now, i noticed that many people believe this uprising is yet another example of great things to come. Things will turn for the better now. My dear friend Rita is one of those, filled with hope and anticipation. The other day she wrote a blog about this, accompanied by some fine videos.

So finally we r on our way to a better world? Finally we entered an era in which we will defeat despotism, dictatorship, vanilla slavery, corruption, indifference, egoism, war, etc? Finally we’ll taste the sweetness of freedom, solidarity, harmony, democracy, and feel all like brothers and sisters embracing each other in joy and happiness? Yep, that’s what many believe, or want to believe. And yes, it was and is a long time dream of many humans. A dream dreamt through many ages. A great dream indeed. A fabulous one even. One to go after. One, which beyond the shadow of a doubt, is worthy to become our quest and goal in life. One to fight for, and to die for.

Zillions of people who came b4 us, followed that dream. Indeed many died for it. And in vain! Looking at the world today, i don’t see this dream became reality. Not by a long shot. Billions of people r still suffering in poverty. Billions r still living in fear. Billions never tasted freedom.Many rot in the prisons of tyrants for simply having an opinion deviating from the prescribed norm. Many have to work in horrible environments and against terrible wages, to provide us, the privileged ones, with products we don't really need. No, the dream was never fulfilled!

How is this possible? How come so many great people, who truly believed they fought for the right cause, failed?

There were uprisings, revolts, and revolutions, throughout the history of mankind, and none of them ever brought the change people so dearly wished for and desired. Oh sure, there were some short periods of enlightenment now and then. But they all eventually vanished, like an abandoned path in the jungle.

The French and Russian revolution had major impact u say? Yeah right. Just look at those countries now, and the spin off these mass movements had and have on our togetherness nowadays. Oh, in case u want to do a little research urself, educate urself, and not simply take my word on this, go for instance here.

Large groups of people will never bring the change u r fighting for Rita. As long as the individual person doesn't demand (that’s right, demand, and not only willing) to be held solely accountable for her/his actions, hasn’t created an inner drive to be responsible for him/herself, and as long as she/he needs a leader, a messiah, a guru, a hero, or a deity, things will stay the same. Holy democracy can only live up to its promise, when the members of it will stand tall for the integrity, rights, and interests of the members of its minorities, when they will stop preaching that might makes right, and will erase that horrible and debilitating idea, that the majority is the only anchor and only standard in such society.

So, like i lectured many times b4, group movements will never bring the changes we dream of. It will only bring us shifts in power. History should have made that clear by now. Even great men like Emiliano Zapata, once in power, had to deal with the foul taste of corruption. At least he was one of the few who corrected himself. Most leaders will not! Learn from it for a change. Don’t continue to fall into the trap that “teamwork” will do it! Only individuals can bring change, by changing themselves and being a role model, or to allow coming to the surface that what was hibernating deep down in their soul for a long time already, but was suppressed by cowardice and the norms and values in force in their community. In the beginning it always will be on a small scale. But it will spread. Like oil on water. Each and every one of us has this potential. It’s one of our good traits. But we need a tremendous amount of courage to honor and exploit that trait, as there will be an enormous amount of resistance to change as well. I can tell from plenty r/l first hand experiences. Even here, in silly Cyberspace, there r people who r trying to silence me, to slander me, or, like it is done now for instance with my blog “Snippets II” and a few other caliente ones, boycott me (grin). Others don’t even dare to comment on my blogs, afraid as they r for losing their “friends” if they would. So they write to me in private, lol.

Often the actions of the majority will overwhelm us, make us doubt and question our own intentions, values, goals, and even the core of our being. Then we will let go, chicken out, and again follow the majority and its power hungry leaders, on their insane road of more of the same. Then, the dream will become a nightmare.


I just saw on the news: “Egypt is free. Egypt is free”. Well, we’ll see. In the meantime, remember this one? And what became of it?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Snippets II

Almost a month ago i trusted a few lines from my massive amount of online scribbles to a blog called “Snippets”, and published same in my Yahoo blog. I introduced these found treasures then with:

I wrote a lot during the years. Here r a few randomly taken pieces of wisdom and revelation, that came from the more enlightened parts of my brain, as well as from my brute and chaotic life experiences. Chew on them for a while. Then decide if u want to swallow them, spit them out in disgust, or to criticize them like a full blown vanilla creature pretending to have something valuable to say.

Then i thought: “Hey I could make a habit out of this, and publish them less chaotic, more related to a certain topic”. Mind u, not that i would feel attracted to develop a next habit, as the few i have r giving me the creeps already, but still, it wouldn’t hurt me either to at least adapt a little to all u fine people here.

So here’s the second lot. This time i chose: scenes and relations. Next time it will be ........ um ……. grrrrr, i don’t know yet. We’ll see. Maybe there won’t be a follow up at all.

Now brace urself a little eh? Too many got burnt already in my place, and couldn't handle my activities, ideas, views on femdom, and other stuff, without losing their grace, cool, and self-esteem. How is that? U don't belong to those? U mean, u r not an submissive wired Alpha-Male, and certainly not an Alpha-Womyn? U would rather drown in alphabet soup than holding sweaty hands with these giants of vanilla d/s? We'll see, we'll see.


  • I see it right in front of me: He, with his pony dildo sticking out of his anus, his cb-2000 firmly in place, no hair on his body left, on hands and knees sitting on the couch, discussing with his strict and demanding owner, the implications of Wittgenstein's Tractatus on the future of FLR. For sure this must be one of the finer versions of truly sophisticated vanilla femdom.
  • U know what good medicine is in cases like this? To stroke his ego a bit more (which btw equals to stroking his dick), by telling him that he's soooo right to believe u r not his equal. Then.... take his shivering manly hand (softly eh), and bring same to ur breast, breathing heavily (not heavenly!), looking up to him with ur hungering, half closed, eyes, leaning towards him, placing ur head in total surrender against his super duper chicken torso, whispering……….u know oh master of the universe, thou art my property, i own u completely, u will do exactly as i say, thou art my slave, far from being equal to me.
  • Later, we would line up those 5 in the Labyrinth, and reward them by whipping them vigorously with our abundantly oiled single tails, ripping some skin off their bodies in the process. Then after having finished this kind of foreplay, continue our love making till the sun rises again in the East.
  • There u r, chained to the wall, suffering from ur wounds, inflicted by that cruel female u adore, and now hate. Where is she u wonder, is she still there, would i dare to look at her, risking more fury, the fury i hate so much now, but i wouldn't miss for the world? Yessss she's still here, smiling wickedly, while sticking her gloved left hand deep into her dripping abyss, then sucking on her wet leather clad fingers, enjoying the sight of her bleeding slave, sensing his thoughts, preparing to let him bleed some more, letting him feel she owns him, menacing him by merely standing there, shifting from one heel to the other, letting him hear their scratching sounds on the damp rough floor.
  • Just the other day, i wrote, during a discussion with yet another dominant woman: "But there's nothing so tantalizing as to see another domina, receiving, accepting, and loving the whip, wielded by her sister. Compared to that, whipping a slave is nothing."
  • Years ago a man invited me to a bullfight in Puerto Vallarta. When i cheered for the bull, the moment he drove his horns into the belly of the coward 'fighting' him, my companion feared for my life, (and his i guess), and hastily tried to calm the crowd where we were seated, nervously explaining to them that i was just an ignorant Gringa, lol. Me, a Gringa, can u imagine, hahaha.
  • U mean he was not in the doghouse? By Lilith's bad breath, i could have sworn i saw him sneaking in, to find the pussy hiding in there.

  • Femdom and slavery is not so much about control. It's more about uniting two opposite passions, which were one from the beginning, but temporarily separated by vanilla conceptions, imposed rules, and silly psychiatric textbooks written by sexual frustrated people.
  • Oh, and as long as a woman has to be lured into a FLR (as u call it) by her man, rest assured she wasn't dominant from the beginning, and thus is only doing it to please, save her marriage, or is fed up with his whining.
  • But maybe u r not interested at all in a real time d/s relationship, and theorizing about it on an abstract/platonic level is the only thing u seek, and what’s turning u one.
  • Many times i wrote about non-consensual versus consensual femdom. When it starts the non-consensual way, it soon evolves into consensual slavery, if the participating parties were born a femdom or slave. But not consensual the vanilla way, were the relationship depends on mutually agreed upon actions.
  • Sometimes the 2 opposite sides of the feminine femdom hyperbola not only unite and become one during a d/s singularity, but amplify each other, taking each other to spiritual and physical heights rarely seen between 2 women.
  • There's a special breed of paper slaves, who believe a femdom should break them first, and then build them up again according to the wishes of the domina. Typical vanilla d/s, where the "dominant" is working her ass off, to make sure the banal desires of the "slave" r met.
  • Many so called FLR's or FDR's r in fact relationships where the female is leading/dominating according to the wishes of her spouse. These women r not femdoms, but mommy-doms. No wonder there's a lot of punishment, humiliation, and other silly actions based on kindergarten- and nursery play, required and going on in such households.
  • It's one of the reasons i abandoned the idea of building a relationship on what vanillas call love. Actually i'm not building on anything at all when it comes to relationships. I go with the spur of the moment, my whims, moods, and with people who manage to stimulate me, trigger lust in me, challenge me, dare trying to seduce me, and of cors...... know that very special feeling when leather, and rubber is touching their skin.
  • Enough already with all the crap about nurturing relationships, and vanilla nonsense alike. It's raw lust which i'm after, and cos of that, my slaves have an incredibly good time too, and r empowered by my dominance. But their enjoyment is never a goal. It's a byproduct.
  • Although men and women developed huge differences since they’re walking, conquering, and polluting the Earth, it’s a bit silly to emphasize these differences all the time. Instead we should celebrate the similarities. We should welcome the feminine aspect of the male, as well as the masculine aspect of the female, and not supporting the ideas launched in books like, “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus”. Maybe exactly that was the message of the ancient ones, when they developed the idea of a feminine/masculine deity, so we could have an anchor to cling to when in doubt about our identity. Separation of the genders might have been an evolutionary/ biological necessity, but it shouldn’t keep us from re-uniting our souls!

Now give me a hug, say something nice, and let's seduce a few male supremacists to do our dishes.