Sunday, March 10, 2013

Undeniable facts of Femdom: The Leather Clad Truth



Nothing hurts like the truth. Isn’t that the truth, and nothing but the pure truth, a.k.a. la vérité pure, de zuivere waarheid, die reine Wahrheit, or אמת צרופה? Well.......um.......maybe not for some people, and certainly not for the pathological liars among us, but you bdsm-people?  Aaahhhh, you just love pain. And don’t you dare to deny it now! You know it’s true! Physically, mentally, spiritually, or even faking it, it doesn’t matter, you don’t care. As long as it hurts, you love it all. Yeah, there’s nothing better to long for, nothing more rewarding, than to experience exquisite, intense, and extremely vicious administered pain, whether you deliver it yourself, or are the receiving party. And mind you, not the victim eh? That’s only for erring vanillas, who never ever will understand that pain isn’t pain at all. Delusional bastards, that’s what they are!

But.......do you love the truth as well? Sure, as long as it hurts, you will be ready to accept the pain that comes with the truth, but do you crave it, do you get aroused by it, do you long for it, are you addicted to it? Like it is with torture? Just thinking of your favorite sadistic female tyrant, how she will whip the living daylights out of you, brand you, and force you to sleep on a fakir’s bed, makes you crazy from lust. Yes I can tell, as I saw this happen many times over. But does the truth do the same to you? Yes?  Is that really true? Or does she offend you? Maybe you want to resist her, fight her, deny her existence, or call that sweet torturing angel a complete liar?  Some people do you know? Yes, they truly hate her. Some even get a massive panic attack when confronted with the truth.


Well then, have it your way. Here we go. Here’s the painful truth about femdom. Not painful for us of course, but for those who can’t stop contaminating our magnificent world by insisting that their weekend s/m games, their hidden from society d/s plays, and their monogamous loving female authority lifestyle, is not only comparable to a 24/7/365 female dominated environment, but actually is the same! And not based on fundamentally true facts, on its proven integrity, but simply because they say they have the right to define femdom as they please. Yeah right, you can stick that right, right up your asses you arrogant fools, and then beg your loving female authority to ram her sissy dildo right behind it into your tight and righteous man-pussy as well!

And you know what really makes me almost vomit in my mouth, climb up the walls, and jump off the nearest cliff? It’s when these no good idiots don’t even see the truth. Yes, like blind bats that lost their sonar capabilities, hanging around in Plato’s cave, they keep telling each other stories about how wise they are, now they’ve found the reality of truth. Smells to me like a sewer filled with rotten fish and human brain waste. 


Jeeez, I can be so foulmouthed eh? As I remember, I already had a potty mouth way back in kindergarten, driving my mom and teachers crazy. Shame on me! Huh? Wtf? Oh chutzpah, it wasn’t that bad eh? Some of you got pleasure from it no?  Some of you even got a deliciously hurting erection in that ages ago forced upon you evil device eh? Got a PA too? Wow! Really? You are da bomb man! And of course you loved the pain that came with that one as well. Even after having been locked up for.......now lemme see.......what was it again, a week?  One lousy week?  Are you kidding me, you amateur you?  You call that abstinence?  Even chastity? That’s your gift to your All? That’s your sacrifice to satisfy the needs of your strict Mistress, your divine Goddess? Caramba, not shame on me, but shame on you, you worthless zero!

What you say? Yeah you there,  with the potbelly and that hairless chest. A hundred days? Aaaahhh, now you’re talking! Oh you’re gagged with her freshly ironed soiled panties, and can’t speak? Still, rest assured, you’re her hero, oh superb naughty boy! Or would she punish you for having gotten a half-stiff dick without her permission? More pain for you boy. More power too. Don’t you just love it? Sure you do.  You crave it when she orders you to go and fetch her hairbrush like a little dog, her pet, and tells you to crawl onto her lap, hang over, and receive your well deserved and longed for punishment for such an impertinence done to your Goddess.


Oh crap, I completely forgot the female of the loving female authority circus.  I was totally focused on the male part of the non-femdom equation. Yep, I have a secret thing for males. Some of them I can’t stay away from. Like Steel for instance, my eternal slave with the huge tattoo on his back. Remember him?  Hmmm, probably not.

Doesn’t matter much that I left out these dames though. From the beginning, Her Supreme Highness and the rest of all the Sublime Deities weren’t paying attention anyhow, busy as they are with writing up a new contract for their subbie-hubby. The old one would expire soon you know, and it is crucial for them to have the new mutually agreed upon agreement in place before the arrival of that apocalyptic date. So no time to lose! And to waste it on the leather clad truth about femdom? Hahahahaha, where have you been? Out of the question! That would be the ultimate blasphemy in particular. You think it’s not? Bless you my child, but these dames won’t agree, and dismiss your view on the spot. Why is that? Let me explain. They can’t afford the risk to freely hand over to him the possibility of not signing anything. Which is not unthinkable, because as soon as he would taste the thrilling void of being free from her lame and tyrannical rule once again, he certainly would remember the time he wasn’t summoned to stand in the corner, or to write endless lines for not having done her laundry properly or spilling tea on her newly acquired cheap carpet with that horrible tiny flower design. Consequently, he could reconsider, and happily throw the signing pen out of the window into the neighbor’s yard. Comprendes ahora mis hijos?


 
Yes people, it’s a dark and dangerous time for the FLR business. Foggy future too. But what can one expect eh? Unruly housemen longing to utilize hot flat-irons and HD-detergents,  desperate housewives unwilling to dominate but too lazy to mop the floor themselves, impatient subs trying to force their unhappy ladies to force them into severe chastity, submissive women reluctantly caning the hungry bottoms of their alpha husbands, whining victims of the cruel patriarch complaining that the world doesn’t accept their lame gift of submissiveness, agitated Princesses trying to save their sacred marriages, so on. Can it get any worse? Yes my friends, it can. And it will. Finally the whole FLR flummery will collapse, and the male of the species will send the female back to the kitchen (again!).

And I ask you all: Why would that be a bad thing anyhow? What’s so wrong about being in the kitchen? Especially now these kitchens became high-tech paradises? Well, I for one love to be there you know. Sometimes I even cook. And I hate all those submissive alpha males trying to deprive me from that, claiming the privilege to have the cooking area all for themselves. They say they do all that to serve us, to make our lives easier, to pamper us, to make us feel like queens, and to give us their gift of submission. Yeah right! It’s a lie. A blunt, flagrant, and lame lie. They just want the kitchen all for themselves. No sharing tendencies at all! Egoistic liars, that’s what they are! You know what? Next time a creature like that has the nerve to come up with that shit, I’ll knock him unconscious with my rolling pin. There! 


Damn, now where did I leave them femdom facts again, the pure truth for all of you? Oh here they are, hidden under layers of leather. But only a few for ya, eh?  Just to give you a taste, because I know most of you are aficionados of the ssc-cult, and I wouldn’t want you to choke on our caviar and nectar, which would inevitably be the case if I would allow you to unsafely slurp the contents of the full plate. Anyway, it’ll be more than enough to give you an extensive glimpse of what possibly one day could come your way and mercilessly forced down your throats by a woman you never wanted to meet for real. Are you ready pets? Good. Let’s go.

Fact 1: The Prophecy


This man said a lot of things during his stay on the planet. Did some mad math stuff too, and like me and Fromm, considered nationalism a disease. 

One of his more popular thoughts was:

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.

Many stupid people are coming up with that one, launching it as if it were their own wisdom, and to lecture/belittle others, unconscious of their own stupidity. Or are they aware of their below average IQ/EQ perhaps, but in denial, silently suffering from their imbecility, and not wanting others to know?  Now that would truly be the pinnacle of stupidity no? Guess not. Human stupidity is infinite, remember. There’s always room for improvement.

And you know? Doing stupid things at times comes natural to me. Especially when it’s exciting, turning me on, making me go all soft, warm, and gooey inside, or other people green with envy. Like for instance, strutting around in crotch high skyscraper heeled rubber boots in the hottest of weather, going dancing in neighborhoods feared to enter by even crime seasoned swat teams, giving huge amounts of money to homeless drug addicts, assuming they would use that money to get a better life, or challenging traffic cops by speeding in such a way, that they have to do extremely dangerous stuff themselves to catch me.  But maybe it’s not stupid then?

Juicy detail? They never give me ticket.

Here are a few more of that unique man:

Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds.

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.

 
And especially for this blog he said:

Anyone who doesn't take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.

And:

The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.



I too have a prophecy.  Actually more than one.  I’m good at that you know. For instance, more or less two decades ago I prophesized that the suicide rate among teenagers would significantly increase, and that the next great war will be initiated by world religions. The first one materialized already, and the second one is firmly on track. 

Within this context, I predict with absolute certainty, without the shadow of a doubt, that a matriarchal society as defined by the FLR-people, their brethren and sisters, will never see the light of day on a grand scale. It will stay an illusion, or at best, a half baked construction in isolated cases on a micro level. Celebrated now and hoped for in a few vanilla bedrooms, experimented with in certain (virtual) households, and blown out of proportions in already too many blogs, the idea is doomed to fail and only to exist in the mind of males who will keep harassing their women to take the lead, and release them from the burden of making (life) decisions. Males seeking females to take over is simply a form of twisted escapism.

Want to read another one of Ayesha NostraDomina the ultimate prophetess? Well, be my special guest and travel to “The Forgotten One”. But don’t forget to come back here eh?

Fact 2: Our DNA


DNA femdoms and slaves never have to be awakened, and never need to learn anything about d/s. Training, education, punishment and reward are silly things to them. They already know, and have it all.

So what’s left to do for these people? Well lots of stuff. Here are a few examples:

Fine tune their genotype, and decorate it.

Find new ways to take slavery to even more glorious levels of ecstasy.

Explore the distant limits of their hyperbolic relationship, and plunge from there    into the ever unfolding and inviting new abysses at the other side of the equation.

Search for and meet each other during this free fall into the unknown.

Create new chaos and meandering horizons.

Look for more challenging and risky activities.

Restlessly seek for ever renewing singularities.

Apart from that, we also do the usual stuff, i.e. dance, quarrel, eat, fight, travel, laugh, shop, offend, cry, tease, joke, hold hands, curse, ridicule, and.....ah so many things that make life so great. 

L’Chaim!

Fact 3: Authority



A femdom has no need to belong to anything but herself. She creates, destroys, initiates trends, and dismisses same at her whim and will. She doesn't need advice, and doesn't ask for it either. But she listens to her slaves, eager to know their wildest dreams and desires. Personally I love to spend hours with them, getting a kick out of their fabulous stories/fantasies, and their eagerness to share with me even the dangerous and embarrassing stuff they believe is deposited behind the windows of the hidden and unknown rooms of Johari, and open those windows too.

She laughs at the ones who claim to be her equal, but fear to go 24/7/365. She yawns when mainstream clichés and platitudes are coming her way. She recognizes no authority of any kind. She knows no higher power than herself. She despises vanilla laws, rules, and political systems, and doesn’t need them. She is her own anchor. She knows how to act and handle things herself. She doesn’t need a safety net in case something eventually would go awry. She is her own prosecutor, lawyer and judge. She’s the true trinity. She is alert, and unites with her prey, in a raw, selfish, uncompromising, and lustful way. She doesn't kill her prey, but takes him or her to the next level of lust.

Fact 4: Slavery


A self-proclaimed dominant female once told me: "......you cannot go out and force slavery..." Yeah right! I can’t stand such generalizations! Hearing stuff like that always makes me laugh, and angry!  She must have been talking about vanilla slavery and not the femdom kind. She probably was a vanilla femdom, a recreational femdom, or a pro-domme. Those women easily switch back to their vanilla lifestyle once the ‘session’ is over. Like movie actors, they’re just performers. In this case, playing the part of the dominant, or pretend to be a real one to satisfy the needs of their husbands or clients. And that’s fine with me, but they should realize that seriously coming up with something like 'consensual slavery', is raping femdom from its beauty, essence, and empowering force.

Whether vanilla or not, slavery, as per definition, is always non-consensual. Using the word in any other way is rubbish, and only blurring the concept. If this upsets you, makes you feel uncomfortable and shivering from fear, or if you can only be a slave or femdom under safe, sane, and consensual conditions, then simply don’t call it slavery, and just continue playing your risk free d/s games in harmony with your chosen one(s), snapping in/out of your so called sub-space/domme-space at prior agreed upon times and dates, and all will be fine, even great. Well......um.....I mean if you’re not plagued with a woman who wouldn’t even think of dominating you if it wasn’t for your endless whining to do this for you, and accept your lousy gift of submission, because then it will stay a mega ordeal for both of you.

But if it's slavery you want, if it's femdom you crave, then don't fool yourself. A slave has nothing to say, nothing to lose, nothing to negotiate, nothing to sign, nothing to trust, nothing to expect, nothing to demand, and nothing to give. To spice up the relationship even more though, and to make it as adventurous and unpredictable as possible, I personally encourage my slaves to violate all this, and try me (grin).

Huh? Did you say something? 

 
Oh, that? I see. Well, you’re not alone dear. Many do.

Now, to all you fiery defenders of human rights, morals, feminism, anti-feminism, and all you other salon freedom fighters, and........and......... (sigh). Damn, there are so many of you, that I must beg you to forgive me. I simply can’t mention all of your splendid cults and movements. Hmmm, forgive me? Why should I even ask? As I argued some time ago, there are way too many of you! Anyway, be that as it may, before y’all too hastily decide to get out your baseball bats, fetch your guns and molotov cocktails, climb on your proverbial barricades (again) and start shooting at me, shush, chill, take a moment, and listen to this:  Keep in mind this is not vanilla slavery we’re talking about here eh? Indeed, I agree wholeheartedly, that kind is totally disgusting, absolutely appalling, and mega objectionable, and should have been erased from the face of the Earth eons ago! Alas, it still exists. Often because good people like you are keeping their mouth hermetically closed, seldom make a stance, and never would risk their bourgeois existence to oppose this cancer of society! Oh, you are not one of those? That's marvelous. So let’s fight it then, at any cost, and make the lives of those who promote/defend it, as miserable as can be.
Join me?

But femdom slavery? Come on. A person can only thrive and prosper when called to become the slave to a feminine femdom. Sure, the concept of non-consent will give some people the creeps, and can be very frightening/scary to others. But only to non-DNA d/s wannabes eh?  In contrast, we DNA-ones wouldn’t want to have it any other way! And besides, the whole thing is actually a tempest in a teacup! Not because we are not capable of forcing someone into doing what we say or want against his/her will, but because it’s very hard, if not impossible, to establish a non-consensual relationship with people who so dearly want to unconditionally live the life of a slave. As soon as a person wants that, it’s already consensual (sigh). So in fact, it’s only possible with people who don’t want to be slaves, and I’m not really interested in those.

Still there are moments when MyEgo seduces me to make a complete stranger publicly do my bidding, without even considering to give it a second thought if he could be in for such a scenario or not. Then, it’s pure power play, my will against his. And I can tell you, most men turn into molten wax, once I set my mind to it to possess theirs. Can be totally hilarious you know, and gives me a rush too. Ah, the simple complexity of a whimsical femdom. Don’t you just adore it too?

There’s a silver lining to all this misery though, hehe. I’ve learned it’s best to distinguish between hardcore and soft-core non-consensuality (hmmm, I don’t think ‘consensuality’ is a word, but what the heck, you know what I mean). The first one is still the real thing: The slave doesn't want it, and is in complete disagreement with what is happening to her/him. But oh wonder, after a while he/she gets addicted to her/his new life, and their non-consensual ordeal suddenly becomes their heaven. Of course, from then on, one must call it consensual again. Darn, again? Yuck! But......hallelujah.......in comes the soft-core variant, as even now, in these fine consensual conditions, they still don't have a vote, and still have to comply with my desires, whims, and other awful/awesome stuff. Which they not always love and agree with, lol. And that my good people, makes it at least a little bit non-consensual, and also the difference with mainstream d/s, where the participants consider consent a condicio sine qua non. They need to have mutually agreed upon what’s going to happen. They must have that security. Otherwise the proposed action is out of the question. Hmmmm, one can only wonder why these genuine brave-hearts still need safe-words.  

 
What? Oh, about the pic where it says that women make better slaves than men? It’s based on experience people, exquisite firsthand experience, simply a fruit of having dealt with both gender a few decades without any major interruption.  Although I found a few true powerhouses among the male of the species and really wonderful companions under the whip, I also found, that women generally can take more. They also can handle cruelty and torture better and certainly with more grace. When it comes to making love and having prime, primal, unbridled, and raw sex, they’re way more equipped for that than most males, showing formidable skills, extensive knowledge, above average intelligence, intense sensuality, and out of this world passion, when colliding with me. But maybe this also has to do with my selection criteria?  Btw, you can find a rather lukewarm description (the 2 of us) of such an encounter in the second part of a previous blog.

Fact 5 Every day practice


My slaves are owned by me 24/7/365. They have no bonds anymore with the outside vanilla world. They don't live on their own, they have no vanilla jobs. When I want to enslave a person, I simply tell him/her to follow me. This can happen on the spur of the moment, after carefully having studied and screened a person, or somewhere in between. Like I said, I never negotiate/compromise, and i never look back. Done is done. If one doesn’t follow me instantly on command, I just walk on, unless I’m in the mood to insist and make an issue out of it. Then that person has no choice and is not allowed to escape.  That's how i want it, and how it is done.

Slavery the feminine femdom way is what i love and can’t stay away from. Where vanilla slavery essentially is exploiting, degrading, humiliating, and dehumanizing people, feminine femdom slavery is far from activities like that, and in contrast, is empowering its participants, getting the most out of people's sexuality, banning all obstacles debilitating their drive for experiencing lust, and keeping them on track to answer to what their inner voice tells them is their calling in life, never to deviate from it. 

A potential slave is just radiating slavery, like I am radiating dominance. When we meet, nothing else is needed. We just know we're opposites and yet the same. We just know we're on the same wavelength. And yes, a slave has to wait. Even when the spark is jumping vv, and the chemistry is there in abundance, yes even then, i may decide to leave it right there, and continue my life without sharing it with this new found treasure. Yet, he/she should always be ready to pick up the signs and the signals, and never let the opportunity pass.


I bet you too dream of a beautiful, cold, mean, calculating and whimsical woman, who has written dominance all over her face, body, and outfits, who really forces you to do things against your will, who takes pride in wearing her leather and boots, a charismatic woman who takes pleasure out of making you suffer, who skillfully whips the pain out of your system, who doesn't give a damn and only lets you stay with her to satisfy her own deep seated sexual urges, locking you up afterwards in a tiny cell, mercilessly leaving you there chained to the floor, deprived of any daylight for days, weeks, even months. In short, a devilish woman, an irresistible bitch, who loves to enslave people, and doesn't need to be persuaded to dominate you, who laughs at all the silly ones who must be awakened and slowly guided into dominating their 'slaves' by........yes sir, wait for it........... by their ‘slaves’, hahahaha. 


To get what you want, you have to take risks. Even the risk of massive failure, disappointment, and over the top stress. Could even lead to altering your wants, your desires, and treasured convictions!  But failure can only exist if the results of your actions are compared with the status quo situation you are in now, with some anchor presumed by you to be of value. Why would you do that?  Your yearning for slavery (or dominance) can never be really lessened if you simultaneously need, want, or try, to follow up on the norms, values, expectations, laws, and etiquette of the vanilla world. You know that! These two worlds are incomparable by definition. You know that too! So why take the risk to feel failure, and consequently quit, give up, and settle for something you essentially despise? What? You have to take what life gives you? Rofl! What a traditional way of thinking. Now that’s what I’d call negative submission! What a passive approach. What a lame excuse for aborting your destiny. Well, I’m different.  I force out of life what I want! I squeeze from it the nectar I love to gargle with. And life thanks me for that, as it cherishes people who are not standing in line, waiting to be served! And you know what? Many vanillas admire me for that, envy me, and want to be my friend. Not my slave though (grin).

I admit though, to many my way of living comes across as too extreme, too scary, too farfetched, maybe even considered impossible. But again, it's also what many are dreaming of. Still, if it’s not for you, don’t even try. True, the feminine femdom world empowers beyond belief, sets us free from many burdens, frustrations, and platitudes so very common in the vanilla world, but it can also destroy one’s passion in a horrible way, if one cruises that world superficially, not ready to leave the crowd, and compromises are kept alive as a means of (false) security, a (fake) safe-house,  and as a (not really) valuable source for solving (non-existing) problems. 

At the end of the day, the real question is: Are you a slave or domina by nature, by heart, to the core of your being, or were you manipulated/coerced to believe that? The latter is more common you know, because many of you are so desperate to have a r/l taste from what’s spooking in your heads, consuming a major part of your energy, and triggering powerful fantasies, that you would be more than willing to settle for what’s offered to you, instead of going all the way, breaking truly away from vanilla societies, to go beyond the horizon, and to be the domina or slave you really are.

Many are struggling with their identity, scared as they are of same, and keep lingering on without making any crucial decisions. They feel as if they were in a catch 22 situation, paralyzed, unable to move on. But you must! One way or the other. You need to find out who you really are, what you want, feel, and need. Or at least be convinced that what you found is genuine. And if still in doubt, take the road less, or even better, never traveled! Then relentlessly follow that road, and transform it into your highway, il tuo autostrada, je snelweg, su autopista, הכביש המהיר שלך , your stairway to heaven. Go for it, and find out if you were right. Never settle for anything else or less.

Clearly in this last part I wasn’t talking to the wannabes, the pretenders, and the players, but addressing those who truly feel they were meant to live the life of a slave or domina. Even if one belongs to the chosen ones, it still can be hard to follow up on that if one for many years was continuously bombarded, brainwashed and indoctrinated with the norms and values of the vanilla world, in which all of us were forced to grow up in initially. We simply had no choice, and consequently many of us involuntarily were redirected to something we not really wanted, only vaguely remembering what could have been.  Yeah, life can be a real bitch. So if you can’t make it to our side now, it’s still not the end of the line, and chances are you’ll find a way some day. Maybe not all the way, but hey, even Moses got only a glimpse of the Promised Land. So it’s all right. I guess, hehehe. 


78 comments:

  1. A prolific writer, likes to cook, good taste in music as well. Awesome, you are.

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    1. What an awesome thing to say.

      But....um....there are so many jacks around these days, that I hardly can distinguish anymore between a jack and a jackass. Since your profile is a classical example of emptiness, I have to ask: Are you a humble jack perhaps?

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  3. Though I endeavor most times not to be one, those who know me well tell me that I am the most complete ass. That if ever a professional were required, I would be the one to call.

    It's the jack that is the ship's cook.

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    1. Ah, now I see, you are Jack the Pizza lover :)

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  4. Cool, so cool!!! My dick runneth over!!! I think I'm in luv with Ayesha... what a blog!!!

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  5. Hello Ayesha. It's one thing to say that slavery is bad. But then what does that mean? Slavery is bad. Then slavery is bad compared with what? Your ancestors had to invent slavery. Then they changed slavery a lot. You are still changing slavery. Your kids or their kids will have to end slavery if you will not. But end it with ...what? Slavery is bad. But is all slavery equally bad? Slavery is bad. But then what? Slavery is bad when compared with something freer? What is that? What does it look like? Does it look like the free man who has a small farm or shop? Suicides and bankruptcies are up for this kind. He was free once. His small business is part of our commercial system. He must compete on price with big business. Now he is a slave to no man except to the bank, the landlord, the taxman and to big business. He does not just work as a slave, he is pressing his hired hand and now even his wife and family to slave for him too. He has the means to keep himself alive but not to be free. He lives in hope of striking it rich and of becoming a big business. He lives in fear of going bust and of becoming a wage earner. These are the golden chains and collar of your modern slavery. Slavery is bad. But then does that just mean that slavery is bad when compared with working for wages? That's right enough. The wage worker is free. Yes he's so free that he has nothing to keep himself alive but his ability to serve and slave. Who does he serve? Anyone who will hire him. Anyone who has the means to keep him alive. But big business is making itself sick as well as small business. Yes. Have you heard? Business is suffering from a four year hiccup.

    Satan

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    1. You added some extra stuff to the vanilla definition/description of slavery. Which in a way is a good thing, as I agree with you, there's a lot of hidden slavery on the planet. Reason why I'm saying all the time.....the vanilla world is a mess, and way too messy for me to stay in. So I left decades ago, and created a new world, a world in which a lot of crap of the vanilla societies can't be found.

      Um........for the record eh? I said: Vanilla slavery is bad. Next time be more specific, oh Heated Philosopher from Hell. And remember, traditional vanilla slavery is forced upon people, while your extensions are (more or less) voluntary, and enjoy the consent (maybe with grinding bad teeth) of your poor enslaved victims. And I always wondered why they keep defending themselves for not changing their miserable situation. Could it be those losers and whiners are hidden masochists perhaps, not wanting to have it any other way?

      Linking this to d/s, great examples are all these so called submissive men harassing their wives with an absolute aversion to dominating their men, to nevertheless convert their marriages into an FLR, or whatever you want to call this silliness. Which of course will never happen. Upon asking, these men start explaining, and defending themselves, why they don't leave their wives, and search for a woman who matches their desires, a woman who is looking for some servile alpha male-snob to take care of her chores.

      By not going after what they want, not being true to themselves, ergo, staying in a situation they despise, and violating their deepest desires, they condemn themselves to slavery, voluntary, and with the ultimate consent. Hmmmm, maybe they're just saying they want an FLR, and found a legal way, a scapegoat, to blame the one they allegedly only want to serve and live for, for their misery, failure, and cowardice? Yeah, slavery is bad, hahaha.

      Btw, personally I think that the whole concept of FLR/WLH is just another surrogate for men who lack the courage to go after femdom. Which of course is not a loss, as those men, as I explained in this blog, would be dismissed by us on the spot.

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    2. I see what you mean Ayesha. Thank you for your clarifications. At times I need you to be my Editor. In my comment I add stuff. It is extra stuff. Your stuff is different to study too. Your post is about your sex passion versus imitations. When people get up to your stuff they close a thin curtain. I do aim to get back to your topic.

      I see my comment as about change to Human Nature. Human Nature is both inborn plus what we learn. We learn from what we do. Much of what we do we do to keep alive. That does include sex. You are bound to have sex to breed. But then you have to get some food, shelter and other things. That is what we must do to exist. We are changing the ways to do this at high speed.

      I do not despise the worker for choosing to work for wages. For a real choice you need some better alternative.

      The worker thinks that he is lucky if someone will let him work for wages. That makes sense. His choice is limited. How else will he work? Long term work for wages can degrade a man. But so too can long term idleness degrade. In the end the citizens of Rome were so degraded by idleness that their once mighty Empire came crashing down to the ground. But then their moral downfall was due to dependence on slaves. The reasons are in Roman history.

      It is to the workers' credit that they choose wage slavery as at least better than idleness.

      At long last it will be possible for the worker to win freedom.

      You say that you have a way to get away from it all. But still that is just for a few and so it is still founded on the same mess. Who makes your iPad? It is still the wage slave.

      Satan

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    3. That's correct. I do make use of a lot of things that are manufactured by other people. It is I who said more than once, that a significant part of my daily freedom depends on the labor of other, often disadvantaged, people, and that whatever I do, somewhere in this world, someone else has to (partly) pay the price for that, if not suffer for it. When I say stuff like that, many people tell me that's not true, or that I can't help it, and as long as I don't know who is suffering, it's none of my business, and I'm not to blame. I think that’s crap and the easy way out, because whatever it is, with some effort from my side, I could find out. And I do, and try to live accordingly. But not always. Often I'm just too greedy to let it go.

      So indeed I make use of what the vanilla world is offering me, but that’s my choice. I easily could live without all the good stuff coming from it. I was trained to survive in the most horrible environments. And indeed circumstances forced me to practice this training for real several times in my life. Reason why I can appreciate the work others do for me even more, and contrary to these lame women of the FLR-clan, I’m not looking for cheap labor to get my things done. Unlike them I don’t use people who happen to be blessed/cursed with a submissive streak, to do my chores and run my errands for free. My household is run by people I employ. They are paid above average salaries for their work, get great pension plans, free health care, and other benefits. Slaves are for sex, adventure, and companionship, not labor!

      At times I voluntarily retreat from it all, and spend time in my cabin high up in the mountains of Merida, all alone with nature, often without any luxury, etc. Again, I don’t need all the vanilla stuff and can do without. That I mostly choose not to is simply because I’m extremely lazy, and love to mostly live a wealthy and luxurious life.

      Sometimes I think that my way of practicing femdom, in a way, is directly related to all the suffering that is going on in the vanilla world, where people are abused and exploited in horrible ways by people I gladly would help to end their stinky lives. Within the realm of feminine femdom people are suffering too, but only in the most pleasurable and deliciously ways. Kind of a compensation for what they would have been up to, had they stayed in their vanilla communities.

      Idle? I don’t even know what that means :)

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  6. The good slavery that you enjoy is exotic. We are overgrown with bad slavery.

    Even the bad slavery had its justification. But not when better ways to produce wealth become possible. Then men can rise up and overthrow the bad, for more rewarding ways.

    Your cannibal ancestors used to hunt humans for food. But in time sure enough a better way to produce wealth became possible. It went like this:

    One fine day the hunters did not feel so hungry and so spared some poor devil from the fire. A hunter invented slavery when he first set his prey to work for him instead of having him cooked for food. Was slavery better than cannibalism? Yes. Plato, Socrates and Aristotle would not have had the time to give us their philosophies without slaves to serve them. There would be no such thing as writing. There would be no Roman towns. There would be no World Trade or Industrial Revolution without The Slave Trade and Wage Slavery.

    But sure enough a more rewarding alternative is becoming possible.

    If you Ayesha manage OK without a master to rob you and without the commercial system then so too can the worker.

    In the mountains of Merida you Ayesha can and do manage without a master to rob you and without the commercial system because you have the land and other means to work with, and you have your produce.

    There in the mountains, all that your produce costs you is the time that it takes you to get it:

    Meat cost x hours
    Buckskins cost y hours
    Axe cost z hours
    Total cost xyz hours

    There "Ayesha the worker" gains when she can save time here and save time there and so add to efficiency.

    The way that Ayesha does things brings us now to the way that she shares things.

    In the mountains Ayesha's first share of her product is the share that she wants as the means to work with. This share includes the strips of deer meat to smoke over the fire to eat some other day. The buckskin to make boots. The deer brains to dress the skin. The split deer bone to scrape the skin. The fur to make felt blankets. The antler to make her axe.

    Then her second or remaining share of her total product she wants as means to keep her - Ayesha the worker - alive and strong. This share includes the roast deer meat that she will eat today.

    It is all just the same with the free worker of the future when he has made himself the owner. Now just as with Ayesha the means to work belong to the worker. Then Ayesha was just one. But in this case the worker is a team of many to use and own the main means as a team.

    Just as with Ayesha the worker wants his first share of the total product as fresh means to work with. This share belongs to the team.

    Just as with Ayesha the worker wants his second or his remaining share of the total product for his up keep. That is to let him the worker stay alive and stay strong.

    Just as with Ayesha, each worker takes therefrom according to the labour hours that he puts in.

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    1. Oh Satan, you devil! Now i know why Eve went into your trap and took a bite from that apple. Rest assured though, had I been there the time Paris was contemplating to whom the apple would go, I simply would have taken that burden off his cowardly mind by ordering him to hand it over to me. Not that this would have been necessary, as he would have given it to me anyhow :)

      Huh? xyz? Seems your math skills suffered a bit after you were expelled from the heavens, Sir Satan! Or maybe you have too much time to spend? Personally I would rather stick to x+y+z. I mean, in case I would do all those silly things eh?

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  7. I just wonder how do you live alone on a mountain, without apples or anyone to do x+y+z for you?

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    1. How? Well Comrade Fireball, you gave the answer already. It's by being alone, not having apples stocked up, and leaving calculators at home.

      And guess what? That place can only be reached by foot or heli.

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    2. Satan could be wrong in certain things. Most likely he is wrong in certain things. He has no training. Not in your good slavery. Nor in living on mountains. But still, in these next things here at least, he is not wrong:

      Bad slavery? These days you can regard it as twin evils. There is the slavery itself. Then there is the market. Once physical violence was how you got a slave. But now there is no need to act against the laws of private property or against the laws of the market. Now the market grows so big and more out of control each day that it is now private property itself, and it is now the market itself, which are forcing the small man out of business and into wage slavery.

      The answer? If Satan is not wrong then Ayesha alone on the mountain works without master, employer, slave or market. Right there find your answer.

      Of course, Ayesha, alone on the mountain, just works in a small way. So what. As a worker you can do the same but in a big way.

      Under all systems of labour, however organised, small or large, the worker still uses tools and materials. You use them up and so you make more. These materials, tools, etc., together with the land, are the means whereby you work.

      Who then shall be the owner? It is the free worker who shall be the owner.

      On the mountain, it is just you Ayesha who owns all that you use - in a small way. As we use so we own. A pencil is small. The worker uses the pencil alone. So he owns the pencil alone. A machine is big. The worker uses the machine as a team. So he owns the machine as a team. It is the same, but you just scale up.

      The free worker owns his means to work.

      Under all systems of labour, however organised, small or large, you the worker still get tired or hungry. You must restore your energies that you use up. For this you need food, clothing, shelter, recreation and fuel.

      When you need anything on the mountain then you put in your labour hours. The food you eat costs you labour hours to get. If you want some more then you put in more labour hours. You get according to your labour hours which you put in.

      It is just the same. The free worker likewise puts in labour hours. Next he takes from the stock set aside as food, clothing, shelter, recreation and fuel according to the number of labour hours which he puts in.

      It is what you do on the mountain but large scale.

      Satan

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    3. You make it sound as if labor is the burden of mankind, a bad thing even, while I just love what I do, whether on my mountain, in my mansion, or on the road to hell.

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    4. : Workers do fight for and sometimes do win better labour conditions. Some day all labour will be a pleasure. But that will never be so under bad slavery.

      Satan

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    5. You mean someday someone collecting your garbage or cleaning your sewer system will find pleasure in doing such things?

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    6. I was wrong. I said "...all..."I mean near all.

      Satan

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    7. Yeah, screw them garbage collectors and their brethren. Consider those losers collateral damage left on the battlefield of the heroic fight against shitty labor conditions, and let's celebrate this Pyrrhic victory with the rest of the morons who believe they got what they came for.

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    8. 1) Your cabin is a tip. Or 2) you have thought of some pleasing answer, what is it? 3) I bet that number 2 is better than bad slavery

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    9. Oh is that what you think? Well have it your way then: Screw them dishwashers, roustabouts, cashiers, fuel tank cleaners, roofers, janitors, miners, dumpster washers, ushers, roughnecks, porta-potty cleaners, pig farmers, sweatshop workers, and their brethren. Consider those losers collateral damage left on the battlefield of the heroic fight against shitty labor conditions, and let's celebrate this Pyrrhic victory with the rest of the morons who believe they got what they came for.

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  8. What I think? I think only "near all" labour can be a pleasure. Why? That is because Ayesha most likely doesn't always feel like sweeping out her cabin.

    I mean on your mountain there may be some practical reason for unpleasant labour. Ayesha the worker is free to do a lot about that.

    Under bad slavery there may also be a practical reason for unpleasant labour. But the worker is not free to do a lot about that.

    Think of your poor slave nurses. Nurses do a tough heroic job. They put in their labour hours. And yet they are near the bottom when it comes to pay and conditions. Ask a nurse, is it a pleasure to empty bed pans? Ask does she want better labour conditions?

    What we have here is not just the practical side. The nurse is also a slave.

    How many girls wish to be nurses? Millions of girls dream of it. That's why a nurse's pay and her labour conditions are so poor today. Nurses are slaves who must offer themselves for sale in a buyers' market. Nurses' poor pay and poor conditions are your reward for kind hearts today. See how your system is poisoning kind hearts.

    Some day the free worker will help out with nursing duties (with proper training) on Saturday and Sunday and then build roofs (with proper training) on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and then take a few days off. It will make him a better more rounded devil.

    What? You don't love roofing? But it is a great feeling to work out those angles and lengths, solve those problems and finally look up at what you built.

    Get rid of bad slavery. The alternative will not need to be perfect. It will just seem perfect compared with bad slavery.

    I told you. It is your mountain. But on a large scale.

    Satan

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    1. MY poor nurses? MY system is poisoning? And then your prophesies about all those free workers in the future. Who will guide them toward that great time. You? Some new messiah? They will pull themselves out of their bad slavery swamp like Freiherr von Münchhausen? Some newly to erupt colossal movement will sweep the planet and finally bring the workers that long longed for labor utopia? Again?

      Hmmm, what kind of pot have you been smoking down there in your hell with your head in the clouds?

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    2. No it will not. It proved that already to exhaustion.

      As for Natalie Merchant singing "Which Side Are You On?" Lmfao. Part of the lyrics: "Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on?" What? No girls taking sides? No babes allowed on the barricades? No women warriors? Boy, that's a sexist song, man.

      And........I met too many self styled revolutionaries already. Take them to a real battlefield, and they not only will piss their pants, but also eagerly will join the ranks of those they said they were fighting against!

      More importantly, ......as long as people keep thinking in terms of 'sides', of 'we' and 'they', your dream of the free worker will stay a nightmare. Or in your case, some rosy lullaby keeping you feel good about having such noble thoughts and ready to peacefully fall asleep.

      You probably missed http://ayeshafonseca.blogspot.com/2011/02/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html Go read it!

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  9. I have read it now.

    I don't see how the worker can be free without the means to be free.

    He must take back the means to be free.

    What with the voting system and all It may be peaceful. Why? Because it is the movement of the many, against a few fat cats.

    Satan

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    1. Production is too important to be the plaything of a few gamblers with their market that suffers a nervous  breakdown every ten years.

      Satan

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    2. Your "movement of the many, against a few fat cats", will only bring new fat cats, adored by the many all over again, and again, and then..... again. And when they're done, disappointed and fed up with those fat cats again, a new movement will arise, and take the place of the old frustrated and tired one, and then, the many will adore the gamblers, their markets, and their promises, again, again, and again.

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    3. A fat cat has the products of labour which he did not need to work for.

      Cash does not work up there on your mountain. All things cost you are labour hours. Let's say that you put in one of your labour hours. And now you have your one labour hour's worth of fire wood. That is one hour for one hour.

      You cannot be a fat cat. Not under those conditions.

      Under the same kind of conditions but full scale the cat who will not work must choose. Since labour hours replace cash he must either beg for food, steal food or try to live on fresh air. I suppose that he could pretend to be sick. Then I suppose the Doctors could supervise some extremely light work as part of his therapy. His labour hours could go into his labour hour account. Doctors agree that in genuine cases some very gentle regular activity generally speeds convalescence. Loafing around too much is very bad for physical and mental health.

      People will change as they always have. That is right. That is the point. A change to the way to keep alive is a way forwards if it saves labour hours. A change to the way to keep alive is a way backwards if it wastes labour hours.

      Satan

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    4. Now look at what you have done! Your words will only confuse those poor devils even more than they already are in their sisyphean task to become free workers in Hell. Damn!

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  10. Things take a bit of time. It took a bit of time to get into this mess. It takes a bit of time to fix.

    Market goods took a bit of time to kill off home grown and home-spun goods. The market could only grow so much as wage slavery grew. Wage slavery could only grow so much with the help of machines. It all took time.

    Wage slavery became the general thing in England even before it became general thing in the United States. From the start wage slavery must spread or die. The employer or industrial capitalist always needs fresh markets where he can sell his stolen wealth produced by the worker. That is why pro-capitalists need to spread what they tend to call "freedom" everywhere. The way that the pro-capitalists spread their "freedom" everywhere goes through its changes as wage slave production goes through its changes. Find your explanations here for your current sickening suffering, bloodshed, and wars.

    Satan is anti-capitalist. He wants workers to see that pro-capitalists use workers for their pro-capitalist ends.

    Satan wants workers to realise their own freedom.

    Satan called this "your" system. He did not mean that Ayesha likes it. Ayesha is an anti-capitalist too.

    Satan

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    1. Quite a philosophy, but workers, at least in the western industrialized countries and their associates, are in it for the money, trying to get as much as they can, selling themselves to the highest bidder. And the ones who are not, are wishing they were.

      I was called many things, but an anti-capitalist? Nah, never. You know why?

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    2. That's it. Workers are in it for the money.

      They are unable to provide for themselves in any other way than to offer their services to other people in return for money. They never ask what are the consequences of the work they are doing. Any responsibility is comfortably (resting) in the hands of other people.

      They want to buy everything they see other people have. Wage workers ruin the planet and I detest them. They eagerly work for whoever will give them a job that fits their capacities. Those who have more muscle than brains and ambitions, dig up the coal and the oil, to fuel the factories, they chop down the forests.

      Who are buying most of the cheap and silly shit that workers are producing in the factories? Other workers of course! What is the ugly "market"? It's the wage workers of the world who are the market.

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    3. Very true and sad, but just the way it is. Soon the workers will march again, to get more money from Satan's fat cats they so eagerly want to please and work for. Their unions will support them, in their never ending battle against the ones that feed their hunger to get even more money, no matter if they'll wreck their lives and sell their souls to the devil. And if not, then they'll go on a wild strike, abandoning those treacherous unions which leaders became fat rats willingly feeding the fat cats in return for being allowed to pick their share from the loot acquired from cheap labor abroad, from taxes never paid, from privileges given by corrupt authorities, from bribes, money laundering, currency manipulations, and other white collar fraud, happily condoned by the workers.

      The alleged fight for more autonomy and freedom is only a smokescreen. The alleged enemies are actually on the same page, buddies and allies in their greed and hunt for more, and more money, no matter the damage, no matter the costs! It’s just the way it is boys and girls.

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    4. No one else calls you anti-capitalist? Then you don't fit their image of anti-capitalist. Maybe you don't fit your own image of anti-capitalist.

      You did share that aside from vanilla slavery you do find a lot of hidden slavery on the planet. That's why you say it all the time. That the vanilla world is a mess - way too messy for you to stay in. So you left decades ago, and created a new world in which a lot of the crap of the vanilla societies can't be found. Then you visit your mountain. You are voting with your feet.

      Satan

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    5. Is that your answer? Let me help you. I bought the time of many people, so they could work for me, make money for me, and make me very wealthy. The only thing I had to do, was to invest the fruits of their labor, to make me even wealthier. It's still going on :)

      Improve your reading skills! Hidden slavery is part of vanilla slavery, not something aside from it!

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    6. Thank you.

      No one else calls you anti-capitalist? That's because they see you as anti-vanilla-ist.

      You find a lot of vanilla slavery in the world. That's why you are saying it all the time. The vanilla world is way too messy for you to stay in. So you left decades ago, and created a new world in which a lot of the crap of the vanilla societies can't be found. Then you visit your mountain. You're voting with your feet.

      Satan

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    7. Worker Satan's fun forever. Sooooo hot. Um.....that's pudding hot of course. Time to free yourself from that, wouldn't you agree?

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    9. Yes fun. If it wasn't fun here then no one would be here.

      Let's see:

      You get more from the worker than he gets from you.

      Let's say that you buy the worker for two decades. You get two of his labour decades. But his pay all told will buy him just one labour decade worth of things that he needs. No. Ok, because you are a good anti-cap I mean anti-vanillaist let's say that his pay, with health plan and other benefits all adds up to one and one half labour decades worth of things that he needs.

      All that you give to him contains one and one half labour decades in the making of it.

      So he gets from you one and one half labour decades. But you get from him two full labour decades.

      You have got from him one half labour decade for nothing.

      Here is a key to the money that the worker makes for you - to the money which makes you very wealthy. Here is a key to Ayesha, her fortune, her investments and to her personality. Here is a key to the way that we are changing things at high speed now. Here is a key to anti-cap I mean to anti-vanillaism and to it's ultimate aims.

      Satan

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    10. Your p+h+b=1.5d calculation is an example of how unjustly angry pseudo world healers and confused armchair socialists vent their frustration with the world. Constructing and analyzing fictitious situations, drawing conclusions from that in an unfounded and arbitrary way, and sincerely believing their nonsense is truly anchored in reality, are the trademarks of these fools. It's one reason why, if their ideas are brought into practice, mega disaster follows!

      Same counts for your key story. It may fit old school capitalism, and be attractive to confused lefties struggling with the guilt of keeping on working for employers they hate, but it has no link whatsoever to Ayeshan wealth amassing, also known to insiders as AWA.

      Within the realm of AWA, all participants get more out of it than they invest, i.e. time, money, equity, commodity, land, real estate, etc. None of my workers, ranging from janitors to CEO's, goes home with the feeling he/she should have gotten more out of their labor than they got. How is all of that possible? Ha, that's the chef's secret, not to be revealed to the legions of lame and grumpy workers who choose to only complain and keep working the way they were taught by their equally lame masters, and occasionally hit the streets to make some futile noises, throw a few molotov cocktails, and then go home to watch the next soccer game or reality show! But I will say this: Revenue, profit and payroll are just the beginning. From there we share and invest collaborative. And..... payroll is not only based on work, but also on the life situation of the worker.

      Oh, and together we also take care of a few who truly are victims of the vanilla hell. Great work motivator too that one, and....all of us can afford to do so, hehehe.








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    11. Yes that's another world all right. And as an anti-cap I mean anti-vanillaist you also know that there is the peoples' world. In the only world that the people know you are lucky to work for any pay at all. Then you put in your labour life time. You cannot get out of your own labour more than your labour life time's worth of produce. In fact you don't even get your own labour life time's worth. Over your life some of your product helps to subsidise other people with stuff which they do not work for. They include the young, the old, the sick, the broken, the students, the unlucky unemployed, the Landlord, the Banker, the Businessman, his Politician, his Silly Corrupt Union Boss and on and on and on. That is the world that the people know. That is the world that the people live in.

      In your world you can put in your one labour life time and get out More than your labour life time's worth of produce?

      We all know the secret. If you get your labours' worth plus one extra hour's worth then there is only one answer to your secret. The extra has cost someone else the one extra labour hour and you got it for free. That is someone in the peoples' world is slaving for nothing to subsidise Ayesha's world.

      The same secret is true if you never bother to work at all. You put in your investments (and, don't forget, your Zero Labour Hours) and everything you get costs someone else labour hours to make. You get it for free. The people are slaving to subsidise people in Ayesha's world.

      It's just as I said previously: "...You say that you have a way to get away from it all. But still that is just for a few and so it is still founded on the same mess..."

      I admire the open honest anti-cap I mean anti-vanillaist who bit the apple and said these words:

      "That's correct. I do make use of a lot of things that are manufactured by other people. It is I who said more than once, that a significant part of my daily freedom depends on the labor of other, often disadvantaged, people, and that whatever I do, somewhere in this world, someone else has to (partly) pay the price for that, if not suffer for it. When I say stuff like that, many people tell me that's not true, or that I can't help it, and as long as I don't know who is suffering, it's none of my business, and I'm not to blame. I think that’s crap and the easy way out,.."

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    12. Yes, I, my sisters, my slaves, and my workers are certainly the privileged ones as seen from your world, the world of greed, misery, abuse, exploitation, poverty, and stale pudding. And we certainly are guilty as we have charged ourselves, with me as the main culprit of course. Mea maxima culpa. That’s why we share some of our wealth with the poor bastards of your world, a.k.a. the vanilla world, to pay back a little of what we so cunningly took from it. With interest of course! The funny thing is though, that by doing so, we get even more out of your silly people's world.

      Still, that is not the secret I was talking about. The secret you are talking about is known by all. You said so yourself. But then it's not a secret eh? My secret is a true secret. And trust me, it will stay that way for all living in your people's world. But don't tell them this, as it will only lead to more misery, plunder, frustration, destruction, and endlessly trying to find out where Ayesha's Eldorado could be. So let's keep this a secret as well!

      There’s a silver lining for your world though, and to a certain extent for mine as well. Some of your workers are working on it already. It’s called robotics. Robots are the future my overheated friend. They will take care of all the shitty and not so shitty work currently still done by your workers. It’s amazing you know? Fabulous even. Out of this world I’d say. But it will enter it soon. Well....um.....there’s always a chance your workers and their beloved employers will mess things up eh? Your people are known for that. But let’s not go there, and keep our spirits and optimism high. And the good thing is......I’m already one of the big stakeholders in that area ;)

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    13. @Raposo. I'll assume, just for argument sake (Satan can do that) that your comment is as true as it is sad.

      Ayesha is in it for the money. And yet she gets away from it all on her mountain. So too is the worker. He is in it for the money. And yet he too will get away from it all on his king sized mountain.

      Satan

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    14. Wage workers are not slaves, so they are of course free to go on holidays if they want to "get away from it all" :-)

      At least once a year, they can go. But the great majority of workers have a mountain nearby, and after the rise of the robots, they will soon be free to go trekking every day, heh, heh, heh...

      But I bet they will miss their TV's and other stuff, and Satan will find work for idle minds. So they will soon be demanding to be put back in employment!

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    15. .......and when that happens, they'll ally with Mohammed, joining in his footsteps, not ever to go back to the damned mountain again. It's then when the mountain will shake to its foundations, move in their direction, catch up with the lame traitors who abandoned him, devour them, only to spit them out again at the front door of Satan's Inferno.

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    16. No free man needs "employment".

      Where you can, you count cost in labour time.

      With a farm at its simplest, the farmer and his family get all they need from the farm and from hunting thereabouts.

      At that simple stage farmer and family can still see what they need and how much time it costs to get.

      When we get to a true market this knowledge, slowly at first, begins to get lost.

      At first seller and buyer still make it their business to know how much labour it costs to make things. Not to be cheated each still wants his equal labour time for his equal labour time.

      Now industry and market have grown so no one is sure anymore. All that they can be sure of is that it is a mess.

      Now the worker gets his pay slip. See here; it says how many labour hours that he has put in. So far it seems clear enough.

      Next, on the same pay slip, we come to worker's pay. But wait. It is not pay in labour hours. It is in cash. Here is your mess. The worker has put in labour hours. All he needs also costs labour hours to make. Does the worker get one hour for one hour? How would you work that out?

      It is a mess. Unless of course you are Raposo.

      He will have you believe that you get one hour for every hour that you give since of course no slavery exists on planet Raposo.

      But as a good anti-vanillaist Ayesha knows that in this world the worker is a wage slave.

      So what happens when the worker of the future takes over as the owner to free himself from his wage slavery?

      Ayesha thinks that the worker will put some messy labour hour cost on everything like p+h+b=1.5d.

      There's no need for me to say anything on that here and now except that nowhere has Satan said that bad accounting gets you worker freedom!

      As industry with its electric sparks and robots has grown so too have good ways to calculate.

      On her mountain, Ayesha calculates in her head. If that gets messy then she can always write with a stick in the dirt.

      Already your grand parents used ink-pot, pen and heavy account-book.

      It is almost unbelievable and out of this world what workers are working on.

      Faster and faster counting machines use +-÷× and soon crunch any sum with ease.

      Can the free worker find use for machines like that and work out what things cost in labour hours?

      Yes.

      He will work out what things cost in labour hours and calculate in labour hours. That's how the free worker as a team wins back the lost knowledge of what things cost him in labour hours.

      Satan

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    17. Come to planet Raposo, Satan. There, nobody counts hours or money. The lion lies down with the lamb... And the lioness sleeps with the wolf.

      Look, earth is a beautiful planet too, but people spend all their time calculating and comparing stuff... I happen to have a lot of free time on my hands, so I can help with the math:

      Workers must stop having so many children, Satan. There are too many of them. It's as elementary as that.

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    18. p+h+b=1.5d? That was your calculation Sir Satan! Don't you remember? I'm totally innocent of that.

      My work hours have way more value than your worker's work hours, oh Ingenious Satan of La Mancha!

      Your workers will never be free for two reasons:

      1) They were free from the beginning, but denied/sacrificed same, because out of greed and envy they sided with Comrade Satan and his creepy false apostles, who convinced them they could only be really free if they would take from others what wasn't theirs in the first place. Kind of reversed capitalism wrapped in some moralistic crap talk about social justice or something.

      2) They fear freedom, because they want to be free from the burden to make choices, to create their own future, and to carry responsibility for their actions. They rather sit back, complain, and blame others for their crappy performances. They're like the audience watching a soccer game, making a lot of noise, but will never play themselves.

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    19. You mean that Ayesha's work makes more? So much the better for Ayesha. It means that on her mountain Ayesha's work gets her more.

      It is the same full scale. Ayesha can choose to work piece-work.

      If most workers were not responsible and did not try to do a good job then this system would collapse like another Roman Empire.

      I've said from the start that my comments here are about human nature. We are both what we are born with - plus what we learn from life. Even Satan.

      Of course it is false and dangerous to think that we are just all about what is inborn or just all about what we learn. We are both.

      The average rich man is not genetically inferior or superior to the average poor man.

      The real distinction between them is social and not genetic.

      The rich man owns the means to keep alive. The poor man does not. There is your distinction.

      This is not a genetic question. This is a social question.

      Venezuela. Is that where your mountain is? For a hundred centuries workers had the use of those mountains, rivers and lands as their means to keep alive. They did not fuck the place up in some short term act of vandalism and greed.

      But here come the rich who steal everything.

      According to the World Rainforest Movement those responsible (The Smurfit Company) use herbicides, aerial spray planes, barbed wire, bulldozers, attack dogs and armed guards.

      As they fell all good native timber to feed the pulp mill they bulldoze the streams and plant green deserts of fast growing pines.

      I suppose it is only detestable native workers, their children, native flora, fish, deer and armadillos who get poisoned by the herbicides.

      As one by one each way to keep alive is stolen the once free worker is forced to offer himself for sale to the few responsible cap I mean vanillaists.

      It will take a bit more than some family planning to fix this mess.

      Don't tell Raposo. I think that he is already on his way there with cigarettes, chocolate, nylon stockings and some rubbers.

      Satan

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    20. There are a few places on the planet going by the name of Mérida, but, as far as I know, only one which is already on a high elevation by itself, and is surrounded by a truly rough mountainous area as well, with peaks not to be seen in those other places. So you Satan, the one who was already roaming the Earth eons ago, should not ask stupid questions like that, but simply KNOW where my mountain is located. Um.....maybe not, maybe you missed it, hehehe. It's way too cold for you to travel up there. Your flames would freeze instantly, and my laughter would make you turn into the equivalent of Ado, for ever to stay there, without any possibility to free your dear workers.

      Come to think of it, what are YOU, yes YOU, doing these days to finally help them get rid of all the abuse and bad-slavery done to them, to finally, under your devilish leadership, return to the lands and factories you promised them?

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    21. Lucky Strikes and nylons, against Satanism in South America? Hmm... the consequences could be sexy.

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    22. Why not bring pig slave Martin and a dose of his long fat ones with you Foxy? I'm sure he would light many fires with the Amas of the Andes!

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    23. Me? I'm only Satan.

      I guess that on a free ship there are many jobs to do. Everyone with ability, training, knowledge and experience can rise to do the officer's job. In the same way they can do the captain's job too though of course they can only do that job one at a time.

      On a free ship workers do their job for pleasure or else because it needs to be done. No one (apart from those who can't work) has labour hours added to their account which they did not work. No devil gets special leadership privileges.

      Satan

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    24. Ah, yes, the donkey-tormenting Assholes of the Andes... At them I would throw Napalm.

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    25. @ Lucifer, a.k.a. Only Satan. Good grief, how did these ships manage to become free?

      So you have a big mouth about filthy and abusive capitalists and the bright future of your wannabe free workers who currently still are laboring their asses off under the yoke of bad-slavery, but refuse to lend them a firm hand to finally get to the United Workers Nirvana? Nice that! Sounds like the gospel of the Lousy Armchair Socialist Party.

      @ Raposo. Here are few lines (including the fine typos) written by the ones you mentioned:

      1)"Her powerful whipping is just merciless and relentless....and the Burro tries to move fast. The Princess enjoys dominating and lashing this helpless mount and pulls the reigns tight!"

      2)"It seems that there is a female hard rider, who has posted some hard riding pictures and clips in her facebook profile and has atracted the attention of the anti horse abuse comunity.

      The latest thing we want is to create a mess with animal activist groups."

      3) "We had to hide it to avoid to attract animal activists...."

      Yeah, them slimy hard riders are truly brave at heart, and won't stop till their mounts got "bloody spur marks", "bloody whip marks at the mouth and neck", and "sliced lips" (picked this up from their sites as well).

      Napalm you say? Not bad at all (as long as it isn't the B version), but to me we should stay closer to the subject and give their abused and tortured horses/donkeys a chance to retaliate. Hence I suggest quartering!



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    26. Bad slavery. You can't live with it. Just so long as others still have to. What shall I do with you?

      It's May Day and I'm off to sow some more of my seeds.


      Satan

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    27. Ah yes, that notorious first day of May. The day on which yet another generation of workers is fooled over and over again by the light bringers, the truth gurus, and the smelly righteous ones. And since the dawn of time YOU are one of them Lucifer. Well....um....that was the plan and the original name given to you first, but then.....it was changed to Satan by the one who created you eh? Why did he do that? Because you had nothing better to do than to waste your destiny and the future of mankind, by appearing as Nachash in a happy world, a world totally alien to labor, and make a mess out of what was perfect from the beginning!

      Yes YOU Satan, YOU are the reason why work came to life on this planet. YOU are the reason that mankind has to LABOR! It's YOUR fault! YOU are to blame for that! Because of YOU there are workers who HAVE to work, no matter what! And NOW you are whining about bad-slavery, and preaching to the poor devils who you seduced and who followed you ever since, the men and women who are doomed to labor eternally because of YOU Satan, that their future is to become free workers? Lmfao! Don't you dare to sow your rotten seed again Satan!

      Come on, be the one you were destined to be, show yourself as you are right now, then repent, and destroy your seed, let it go up in flames, and maybe your creator will accept the smoke coming from it this time as a long due sacrifice! Yes YOU could free the workers, and end bad-slavery! But I doubt that you will!

      Day of May? Yeah right. Mayday, mayday!

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  11. What it means? Well it sounds a little philosophical, but in real are that undeniable facts. So now my declaration:
    Without I (EGO) there is no you (The other egos) When someone (for example multiple personalities or people who want nothing for themselves by throwing their life away, or people who believe that their own point of view is exact the truth and someone other with another opinion is not worth to be respected) cannot understand the necessaty to solidarity! They forget about from where they are comming and what is going on in real life in all its variationes and situationes.
    Well you learned that visiting the favelas, the poorest and the richest.
    Without we no me is easy to understand, because without parents (WE) no me! and no you
    even when someone is testified by invitro fertilization. So when your sister says: I am down, i am struggling each day, please give me to eat, it is an appell to share not only words, because to whom could i ever say: Tell me just one word and my soul is sane again?
    Well i myself havd been crucified once and asked for that word to save my soul, and if you believe or not: HELP came and step by step i escaped out of the cave they had put me in.
    Think about, can you save me by words about femdom, when i starve, when i am pressed down to the ground? Accept, that sometime all those words sound like too much traffic that hurts even more.

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    1. Yes, you posted all that already to AST, the site you recently left.

      There never was a situation that i had to save you Rita.

      My writings on femdom are not put online with the purpose to save you. Without you, they would be there as well, simply because I like this activity.

      It amazes me, that even after all these years, you don't always get whether I'm joking, make fun of people, or am serious about something.

      It seems to me that what you told me about your warm feelings for me, the agape stuff etc, have, for whatever reason, gone up in smoke. Although I never expected this to happen between us, it's a common phenomenon in my life. People, including you Rita, simply can't deal with my way of living, my thoughts, my friendship, and my love. In their perception, the distance between my world and theirs makes it in the end virtually impossible to keep our souls connected. My refusal to return (even partly) to their world, filled with concepts and principles like for instance your solidarity, makes this even worse. In fact, it's them, not I, who can't accept difference of opinion, antagonistic views on that famous reality they think is real, or a woman who truly broke with the society they never could leave themselves.

      I can live in a world which institutions, governments, laws, religions, culture, justice, politics, leaders, nations, and people in general, I for the most part fundamentally despise and hold in contempt, however, without losing control, without getting depressed, without being possessed by anger, without feeling lost and unhappy, or in need to be rescued from all that, because I chose to leave, to NOT become a world healer, but instead created my own enclave, my own sanctuary, physically and spiritually heavily guarded against any intrusion from outside, living my life there the way I always wanted to live, occasionally reaching out to the poor devils who are suffering from corruption, (white collar) crime, hunger, war, and indifference. Maybe the latter is a bit like what you wrote on AST, saying that "moderated egoism is the perfect altruism". It should be clear though that altruism is one of the concepts I'm done with. And I repeat what I wrote on AST as well: Altruism means sacrifice, which is one of the foundations of self-glorification, which is one of the foundations of the superiority-inferiority principle, which is one of the foundations on which pogroms, wars, and wage systems are built and justified.

      My feelings for you haven't changed. I still love you. My way! And if that hurts? So be it.

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  12. Also my feelings haven`t changed.
    I was early choosing my own way, left 20 years behind me, without looking back. That happened
    because nobody took care for me anymore (including parents- well they would deny it-
    would accuse the situation- cause often i heard them say: you are living in your world, we are living in our own world) So many worlds appaered before my eyes- and inmid all those multiple enclaves the dirty reality of a dying nature, the subjugation of free wills and visiones, the intoxication with the gifts of Mammon, and the cold faces with their plastic teeth, their cynical attitude etc!
    Well i left that all behind me without looking back behold it as garbage and trash!
    I would have become a Professor with a heart attack at 50, devorced and enflammed by a big Burn out. So i was choosing something we used to call the truth, we call charakter, we call heartwarming. And i found it in friendship with an>alphabets, with lowest member of society. Found refuge io an anarchistic Rock>theatergroup who gave me shelter until i was strong enough to walk on my way.
    Some people from the Plasticworld got envious about me succeeded in humilating and crucifying me. But they could not kill my soul, because they never understood that i am a soul (free interpretation of: TO HAVE OR TO BE).
    Well to come to the point! My own enclave has space for others to sit at my desk, to eat my bread and my vegetables, to use my car, cause i take care of them, dont send them away to have my freedom. I find my freedom meditating and came to an result. Well i own a body, but what will remain? The divine soul, the precioust gift i am closed in.
    I was studying the modern slavery, never owned own slaves, never became slave myself. What i do is from free will and i choose if i take hard jobs on my shoulders or if i refuse it. So most people view me as looser, see only my beauty, but fear my charakter as they fear yours. You are sitting on a horse, me on a donkey and i am happy with that cfause i know that the day is waiting for us all, the last day, when we see our complete life passing bye before one's eye. See the gardens, see the love we shared, gave and recieved. I see it already in her eyes, because i could not feed her with luxury but with attention and participation with my fabulous wealth. She learned the worth of the small things in life. She made me rich, where others tried to destroy me. I cannot hide in this world, don't want to be crucified again and again, i recieved a crown which can be seen only by people who crossed that ocean of tears. Wish you a blessed pentecost, good weather and a smile on your face.

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    1. After all these years you still not understand that my slavery has nothing to do with vanilla slavery, except for the name.

      That day is not waiting for me, as I already, years ago, planned its exact time and date!

      I'm not so much on a horse these days. Mostly I'm moving around in a Humvee now :)

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  13. The beautiful moments alive in your arms - no words necessary- nor could i describe it verbally. But the moment one of us dead in each others arms are so far away from any understanding of any differences between us.

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    1. I understand what you mean, but one died in my arms already, and although the moment was extremely intimate and bonding, it wasn't something I would like to repeat.

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  14. I know that, you told my, and i never forget!
    also i ve had that experience, i told you too-
    but could i ever avoid, that it happens again?
    Even when i would hide myself
    or became agoraphobic, i could not avoid it
    because to live with others together is a part of my life. And all the crimes against humanity are not far away, and often i cry tears knowing what is going on.
    I am not superficial, when i say,: "well i feel fine" It is relative fine, like the time between two Tornados, knowing that the next is already on its way. Who will stop this rain?

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    1. More than four decades ago Creedence Clearwater Revival was pondering about that as well. Then came Adele and set fire to it. Somewhere in between I made a few efforts here and there where I thought is was possible. Still busy. But.....there also is a rain which shouldn't be stopped at all! My next blog entry will go in to that.

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  15. The dead Corpus in my arms
    changed my life
    A crowd around us expressed
    their abhorrence and scoff

    i 've carried that for years
    i polarized the world and people
    but life went on
    and sunshine returned

    Rememberme letting into my heart
    Agape, more than Eros and Philia
    more than memory and just a feeling,
    but an absolutum in my darkness

    No fanatic anymore
    but an open book for you to read
    sealed in the face ofcount to lost.
    Sunshine in my heart shine on

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  16. Set fire to the rain
    was for me already
    Melanie
    with
    Candles in the rain
    smiles*
    i understand you very well

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    1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs8AXlTwhJ0

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvdhByrevZA

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  17. O my wild child you are rocking my soul!

    These wounds won't seem to heal
    This pain is just too real
    There's just too much that time cannot erase

    When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
    When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
    And I held your hand through all of these years
    But you still have
    All of me

    You used to captivate me
    By your resonating light
    Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
    Your face it haunts
    My once pleasant dreams
    Your voice it chased away
    All the sanity in me

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RVDayAW7Vg

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    1. We both are immortal Rita. It's just that I still have to find out where to set up my wigwam the time I leave my current reality.

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  18. Please excuse me, when i misunderstood you sometimes, when i ve sent you words or files
    without understanding them completely.
    You are doing very well and i am thankful*

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    1. Between us, IQ is of less value than our EQ, which is there in abundance.

      Besides, if I grasped the meaning of Agape at least a little bit, it must be that whatever misunderstanding ever would manifest itself, Agape wouldn't suffer from that at all. It would only cause her to show and reveal more of herself. And then she would simply continue singing, dancing, and seducing the wild child into an extra dose of wild sex.

      Hmmmm, that last thinghy is what I would do, hehehe. Yessss, Agape could learn a thing or two from me in that specific area ;)

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  19. Ayesha, are you a real domme. I want to be your toilet . to eat your shit and drink your piss

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  20. Where has the time gone? My wit has slowed, writing stalled, and sadness dimmed from elegance to a dull throbbing ache.

    Ayesha, I think of you often, but perhaps not as often as I should. I think about pain and loss... regret, shame, humiliation... I suppose it all fits, doesn't it?

    Oblivion. That's the world I was looking for, but it's far too much like waking from a dream where you're falling, just an instant before you hit the ground.

    It's so hard letting go. Exquisite? No, just lonely. Forgetting comes so easily, it's the memories that hurt.

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    1. Sounds like you're not having the best time of your life, sugar.

      I'm away from home for quite some time now, dwelling in a place I'm sure you wouldn't want to join me.

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