To ease this rather dark promise and to partly repair the
link to the narrow-minded vanilla crowd, here’s some much needed mental food,
to feed ur not really existing humbleness, to realize that ur way of life is
not as sensible as u think it is, that ur truth is absolutely questionable, and
that ur sacred religion has the same irrational roots as theirs. This video
is a delicious parasite, to devour, to embrace, and to suffer from. It’s here to invade ur mushy brain. Especially
the brains of silly characters like SH and his loyal vassals could benefit from
it. Oh u have no clue to whom i’m referring to? U sure? There r plenty of them
on my site tho. He commented several times on a variety of prose that erupted from
my soul. As i did on his site. He’s the one who is constantly babbling about
some "natural order" that soon will overthrow ur patriarchal society, which of
cors is not natural at all, hehe.
Alas, i
don’t think he will learn something from this video. He’s too rigid in his
religious beliefs, too hungry to twist and mold the words of his Lord and Savior
to fit his ideas of banal female superiority, and a bit too self-absorbed to
see a new light. And on top of that he lives in enforced chastity. Can u
imagine? He was enforced(!) into it! Yes that’s what he claims. “Huh? B….bu….but
that’s non-consensual Ayesha”. Yes, u got that right, it means: Without his
consent! Plain and simple. But his wife said (july 4, 2011), it was her gift to
him, cos he wanted it so much. Sometimes
she wishes the damned device to get lost tho, lol. At best i’d call this a severe,
but very common, case of a male topping from the bottom ending up in self-deceit.
Ah, but u, yes u, and u too, u r different from him and his
crowd. U will be able to pick up the message. Well….um…..if u have the perseverance
to watch it till the end. Till eschaton so to speak, hehehe. But i’m convinced
u will. Yes. Yes u can. And if u r a bit into femdom, u r in for a few really
nice surprises too :) So come with me,
and let’s get over with this. A new mental beginning is here for u. And u. And
yes, u there in the background, too.
Yes i know. Y’all can hardly wait for the next flaming episode
of “Dominant housewives” to see the light of darkness and to be unedited published
in this virtual medium. Patience people, patience. It will come, it will come
for sure. In the meantime i wanted to dedicate a few words on protection, and
especially on protection of the so called weaker sex. How so? Well I’ll tell u.
In the beginning of this lovely month of אִייָר
5772 (May 2012 AD for the apostates of the one and only true faith and
religion) a lady, residing in a home where FLR is celebrated as the ultimate
way of living, summoned the male audience of her blog to tell her if they were
ready to act as the protector of their own mistress/goddess. Of cors this was
all hypothetical, as most of these males were single, not involved with any kind of r/l d/s, and thus not in the position to speak from firsthand experience. On top of that, even
hypothetically one couldn’t expect too much, cos they also were only sorrow
examples of their gender. Well, maybe one or 2 were average, but who cares. Let’s
generalize a bit this time.
I would have given u the url to her blog, were it not
that she recently got very pissed off by a lot of comments regarding some
farting dominant housewife. She therefore angrily deleted various entries of
her blog, including the one i was referring to. So the reason to guide y’all to
her sanctuary became obsolete and nonsensical. Hmmm, i’m sure u too have noticed this kind
of action became almost viral these days, hehehe. I wonder why?
Anyway
as the seasoned prophetess that i am, i wrote to her: ".....as a
servant and as a protector?" None of them! Well... um....maybe some of
them could be a lousy third grade butler or something, but a protector? Lmao.
From what i've read from their contributions to this blog, i don't expect any
of them to have any skills in that area. Not mentally, and certainly not
physically. But then again, u seem to have and like a mellow, harmonious, and
sheltered way of living urself, far away from major antagonism, chaos, risk
taking, adventure, and dangerous situations. So chances r u don’t really need a
man who can stand his ground when called to the task to defend u. And besides,
a domina shouldn’t need a protector in the first place. She should be able to
take care of herself. Ever heard of Krav Maga?
The fact that up till now nobody answered ur question speaks volumes, don’t u
think?
As
usual……no response. Well not from her. And as time went by, nothing from the
many docile and often slimy sweet talkers visiting her site either. So i was
right. Again! (sigh).
But wait, there was one (1)
exception. Some ignoramus had the courage to come up with: As for being a
protector, I like to think that each member of a successful relationship
protects the other in some ways. We each bring certain knowledge and ability to
the table and combine those to make the whole greater than the sum of the
parts. Bang! Now isn’t that something? With this powerhouse around, any woman
should feel safe now eh?
He also needed to let her know:
While I realize it is out of order to criticize a dominant, I find the comment
from Ayesha quite offensive. A good FLM should be based on mutual respect and
concern for one another's well being. Clearly, she has no respect for men at
all. I pity the man who calls her mistress.Having read this, a deep silence
came over me, and struck with guilt, i burst out in tears, flooding the place
for hours. I’ll spare u my comment on his crap.
So
in the end i advised this lady:……should u ever meet one of these delicate
brave paper tigers r/l, never take a stroll with them in some nasty backstreets
of for instance LA or Miami where the true machos r ruling and hiding ;)
Again,
no response. Yeah, ingratitude is the way of the vanilla world.
Anyway,
now u know why i had this urge to publish this first. It was an emergency! Yes,
that’s what it was! I just had to bring this to ur attention! To protect u from these creeps
who will never protect a woman and will drop her like a hot brick the minute it becomes
a bit more dangerous or out of their pitiful bourgeois comfort zone. No woman
deserves a treatment and ordeal like that! Seriously, no woman should ever be
in a position to have to rely for her protection on someone else, and certainly
not on a weakling preaching the philosophy of the ”loving female dominant” who,
contrary to that, secretly is only trying to make that so called dominant to do his
bidding. Instead, she should be able to take care of herself. Under all
circumstances!
See? Here again we have proof of the difference between femdoms
and the rest of the female gender. Femdoms have an inborn urge for independence. Hence they make sure to pick up the necessary skills to protect themselves (and
others, lol) when in need for same. Femdoms r always on the alert to defend and attack
simultaneously. Femdoms hate it when their safety depends on others. Not so
with dominant housewives, FLR queens, damsels in distress, and other vanilla
females. They rather wait for their heroes, and want their white knights, their lancelots, and their don
quixotes to come to their rescue, to fight for them, or else helplessly perish
in agony on the altar of eternal love and loyalty.
Of cors, even femdoms
welcome and love help from other warriors. I know i do. I wrote about that in
“Corrective measures” remember? And i also wrote there, and in many other
places, that i hateviolence. All true warriors do. But we r ready and very
willing to ruthlessly deliver some in abundance the moment the scumbags and
filth suppliers of this world call for it. Always! Yes, aggression is sleeping within us.
Like a sweet little baby. Like a nuclear bomb. Better not be too noisy, if u
get my drift.
Now,
watch and enjoy the videos (a long and a short one), meet a few real men, and
two women i would want to have at my side when having to fight the enemy. Especially
the first one stole my heart. And yes, the woman in the second video looks a
bit like the one in the first, but it is not her :)
Note: The first video was taken off due to copyright stuff or something. So i replaced it today (june 16) by another one. But the content stayed the same.
And again it was removed.......grrrrrrr. So I uploaded another one (april 1 2013).
Now ladies, i won’t asked u to
get skilled in the military variant, but r u still not eager and convinced to
enroll in a beginners course of civilian Krav Maga? No? Oh jeeez, then for
Lilith’s sake, at least carry a kubotan keychain the next time u leave ur
sheltered house. Come on. Don’t be a pussy!
The other day i landed on a blog of which the owner, back in 2009, criticized the work of Nanshakh. As if this wasn’t already bad enough by itself, his assessment of this great femdom illustrator came across to me like one from a person who found some flaws in the ideology of Zionism and therefore condemned the whole movement including the state of Israel, or one who detected there was something not completely kosher with Obamacare and for that reason considered all medical insurance evil and demonic. I won’t tell u who this person was, cos it was Steve from The Glow Inside.
It also appeared that Steve believes that femdom doesn’t exist. According to what i could pick up from his prose and his comments on the matter during our brief exchange of thoughts, femdom for him is just a fantasy created by and to amuse males. Given the immense amount of nonsense told, written, and emptied into the sewers of the Internet by zillions of self proclaimed d/s connoisseurs on an hourly basis, i can imagine poor Steve could not come to a different conclusion. Mainstream femdom is based on male fantasy indeed and is far from the practices of women who were born dominant and live accordingly. Still, Sir Steve should have looked beyond his nose. He said he did, but i saw no sign of this. I told him about feminine femdom, and directed him to a few urls on my site. To no avail. The only thing he said he could conclude from my site was that i was a hypocrite, "……widely dismissive and scornful of the lifestyles of many others……."and"…..every time I read your blog – which is not that often I admit – I feel like I am being berated about my own inadequacy and then schooled in the ‘correct’ path, which always sounds very vague to me." The urls i sent him? "……sorry lady, but I just read through some more paragraphs of scorn heaped upon your beloved enemy, vanilla femdom, with not much idea of what you really do."
And then i thought: Hey, let me write another "dismissive and scornful" one. So, if u have any complaints, direct them to Steve. This blog and the next one r all his fault!
I’m sure u already suspect what’s coming ur way (again, hehehe). And yes u r right. This time i’ll aim at housewives. Not housewives in general mind u. Oh no. Too many great females among them for that. And i truly respect (well, with a certain smile dripping from leniency and goodwill eh?) the ones who sacrifice themselves on the altar of their spouse’s desire to be led, disciplined, and play second fiddle in the home. A true "exchange of power", hehehe. Yep, that’s what these men r after. Not that they would have possessed any significant power b4 that illusionary revolution, but still, for them it’s monumental, lol. Or is it only a feeble attempt to come to that?
Of cors these women know perfectly well they’re only playing along, and wouldn’t even think to claim otherwise. Some of them get depressed during the never ending process. Some of them feel lost after a while and need to constantly reconfirm their new role. Some of them learn the hard way that their husband is a wimp, and can’t take it when the wife truly takes over the reins. But these ladies r sincere and love their men. And they show it too! Still, it’s a world upside down.
So what will be my target today? Read on :)
State of affairs
We have desperate housewives, real housewives, suburban housewives, so on. But did u know there also r dominant housewives? No? Does domestic goddesses ring a bell? These days one can meet them everywhere. Especially on the Internet. And they blog, blog, and blog some more. When done blogging, they go to sleep. Or desperately continue searching for a man who needs a surrogate mom. Or look for porn. Femdom porn to be specific. Not that they r femdoms themselves eh? Far from that. Nevertheless they insist they r. And don’t tell them they’re not, cos then they’ll get nasty, lose control, start calling u names, and turn to their equally misguided followers to get rescued from evil people like urs truly. Time and again i did my best to explain to them who and what they really r. It didn’t help. I found no hearing. Can u imagine?
These self proclaimed dominants r not a new phenomenon.
Their type inhabits planet Earth already for ages. We all know for instance the
tales of Xanthippe (or maybe not?), and the way she allegedly treated poor
Socrates. Molière
called them les femmes savantes. A great specimen is Philaminte (played by a
man, lol. Yes cross-dressing was already in back then, hehehe), a vain woman
who believes she’s very sophisticated, irresistible, learned, and special. She
intimidates and humiliates her husband (hubby or subhubby nowadays), and keeps
him under her thumb. Really a true sub-archetype of her kind. More or less like
Dufresny’s Madame Prenelle and her laughable husband Jeannot. Many followed in the
footsteps of these characters, reinforced and supported in their belief to be
dominant by the flattery of menfolk seeking to satisfy their equally lame idea
of being a slave while in fact they’re nothing more than a henpecked husband.
Now don’t get me wrong eh? And don’t u dare to put
words into my mouth! I’ll be the last one to deny these women and their
acolytes adding a little bit of zest to their vanilla lives. But they r mega
hardheaded u know, unshaken in their rigid and rusty beliefs, constantly
declaring they r dominants to the backbone, while at the same time making
excuses for not being dominant 24/7/365. Especially when they’re having kids
still in the phase of terrorizing their homes, their dominance is going into
hiding as soon as the little rascals r around. They write numerous blogs to
explain all this, ending mostly with a definition of femdom which covers their
specific way of living and the message that they have a sacred right for doing so. Of
cors these dames know they r wrong, and r only corrupting the concept of
femdom. Or could it be they’re that delusional? I’m sure some of them r, lol.
I can only guess their reasons for acting like that,
but whatever they r, it’s stupid to hijack something that u didn’t want to own
in the first place and never will/could be urs anyway. How do i know that? Oh,
i came around u know? That should be sufficient no? It isn’t? Well, ok, i’ll
lift part of the veil. Understand well tho, it’s not coming from hearsay. I would
never claim to have knowledge about anything if i didn’t have at least some
firsthand experience of it. For instance, i would never tell people what should
be done or not in a war zone or how one makes decisions when under mortar fire,
if i hadn’t be in situations like that myself. I leave the latter to women like the one who (rightly so) believes her dominance is a bit disheveled and who was only too eager to lecture me about war, basing same only on what
she learned from some of her family members who happened to be (once) in the
military. I would have provided a link to show u this, but she removed 22
comments of the original 51, so that wouldn’t make much sense to do. Yes, it’s
like my outstanding friend Raposo Neves once wrote: "To contribute to the
conversation" around these parts means saying the same as everybody else,
just with different words. Indeed, as soon as it gets a bit out of the
mainstream bubble, controversial, interesting, hot, or challenging, these
people favor to be in denial of reality.
So again, how do i know? From having met plenty of this breed the time
i still was visiting conferences on bdsm, fetish clubs, and munches. From
having read books on the subject by writers like Elise Sutton (and angrily dismissed
their patriarchal based femdom). From having participated in Yahoo Groups
discussions and a litany of forums. From reading blogs. From having had online
conversations with some of these people. Of cors also from the time i was
involved with mainstream d/s myself. And i won’t even mention my ability to
look into the soul of anyone i would target for it, to break down their
defenses in a minimum of time, and to have on the sly a sneak peek into their
hidden and unknown compartments. No, i won’t do that. And neither will i reveal
the thoughts of other women like myself on this specific subject, or tell u about the grinning
of my slaves when they read blogs like for instance the one of a woman who
prefers to come online as one of the Pteridophyta, a reluctant dominant who
tells us she’s constantly in trouble, or that female lawyer who believes it’s
of utmost importance that men should write tons of lines for punishment. So no,
absolutely not. Hmmmm, maybe i will. But not now.
It became clear to me that most of these women r not in
it cos they r dominant, but, like the rest of their vanilla sisters, cos they r
submissive, illustrating same by going along with the desire of their husband
to be dominated by them. Again, as long as they keep from telling me and the
rest of the in-crowd how dominant they r, all is fine. Play along, enjoy, and be happy, but leave femdom to femdoms
and stop contaminating my beautiful world.
Many males, allegedly dwelling in the suburbs of the
velvet underground, argue that a woman’s dominance can be awakened, that it is
only slumbering within her, waiting for Prince Slave to show his Goddess the
way to ever happy and prosperous SlaveryLand. I call this desperate wishful
thinking, leading to a never ever self-fulfilling prophecy. A woman simply
knows if she’s dominant or not. She doesn’t need anybody to tell her that, nor
a man to prepare her for her awakening or to manipulate her into that
direction. Yes i know. Many women in this medium r trying to convince their
readers this fable is true and how they gradually became more and more dominant,
how they, after having done some rigorous soul searching, discovered their
inner femdom and how they freed themselves from the patriarchal yoke. Yeah
right. It’s crap people! Yes, that’s what it is: Crap! Why else would they keep
on hiding their so called new found personality from their family, friends,
colleagues, and the public in general?
And don’t get me started on them switches, who after having
jump started their dried out vanilla engines, erratically and out of control r navigating
from dom-space to sub-spave vv in ssc-space, hahaha. Ridiculous!
Still, as i explained in my blog about Lilith and Eve
years ago, there r women among us who r not submissive at heart and would want
to be like Lilith, the archetype of freedom, independence,
assertiveness, sexual aggression, and honesty. Alas, many of them lack the
courage and cultural background to indeed follow in her footsteps and do what
their inner voices tell them to do. On the contrary, most of
these women choose, willingly or not, to be like Eve, the archetype of submissiveness
and dishonesty, camouflaging same by displaying what is called in the culture
at force, kindness, warmth, friendliness, altruism, etc. Hence the concept of
the “loving female authority” was born. It’s a cunning way of responding to
their situation and the sexual desires of males who, like these women, never will
go all the way, who never would want to fall into the hands of a woman like me,
afraid as they r for women who truly were born to own a stable of slaves, who
laugh at d/s monogamy, mock all that nonsense of building a d/s relationship,
the responsibility that comes with same, and all the other issues which ad nauseam rdiscussed in
the virtual world and beyond.
When it comes right down to it, these women r
pampering their self proclaimed servants’ ego and sexual urges in order to get
from them in return what they want from these men without having even remotely
to be dominant. It’s simply the well known vanilla relationship where the woman
knows how to play her man, how to wind him round her little finger. Of cors the
participating parties will mostly deny this, and insist they’re truly and
genuinely working toward a d/s relationship or even r in it already. Call it
FLR, WLH, FLH, or whatever, but refrain from calling it d/s or worse………femdom.
Cos it is not!
So, while most
women will lead a life according to what the patriarch has designed for them,
some females, still feeling the remnants of what Lilith ages ago sowed in the
DNA of the female gender, will cultivate these delicate seeds, make them grow
and flower again. Then harvest them ruthlessly. Those women r femdoms! Compared
to the masses there r only a few of us. But we do exist. We always have. Even
in ultra patriarchal societies we survived. Often we r and were described as
tyrants, demons, evil witches, monsters, so on. Like it was done for instance
with Lilith, Vashti and Morgana le Fay. Done only cos males fear(ed) us and
need(ed) to destroy our splendor, resilience, integrity, and strength, for them
to be able to uphold their fragile ego and fake dominance. Of cors Eve and
Esther became celebrated heroines just cos they bowed to and were servile to
their man.
The sad thing
is, that even nowadays so many women r still supporting the patriarch and his
outdated and narrow-minded values, norms, ideas, and philosophies, while, since
it became trendy in certain circles of their society, at the same time r
trying to make
others believe of the opposite. The true numbers of femdoms r currently blurred
by these so called dominant housewives, other self proclaimed recreational
female dominants, and women who want to resist the patriarch but can’t bring
themselves to go all the way and leave his world. Their solution? They start(ed)
to challenge him without leaving that world, and instead, try to fight him with
the same tools he has used to subjugate them since the down of times, to
imitate him, and to become his equal. Hence emancipation, feminism, the cry for
women’s leadership, and vanilla femdom were born.
Add to this
the deep rooted desire of males, including those bragging semi- machos, to be the
slave to a woman, the same cowardice never to go for that all the way, and
their fear for not complying with the demands of archaic as well as newly
developed convictions in their vanilla society, et voilà the inevitable
continuation of more of the same, sold as progress, gender equality, and yes,
fake female dominance, fake slavery, and fake slaves (often replaced by sub,
and worse, by subbie hubby, pet, boi, toy, fucktoy, or whatever derogatory silliness), is a fact and
here to stay for a long time to come.
Luctor et
emergo?
Oh i did, i
did. Rest assured i did. Many times even. And believe me, it wasn’t always an easy thingto do. But they?
Nah, not really. Still, they r struggling all right. I mean with their new
found dominance eh? Sometimes in a more serious way, other times with clenched
teeth and trying to be witty without being humorous, but always in a dull, boring and cliché fashion.
If i tell them so, they start knitting their brows, inevitably r coming up with
all kinds of crap to get me in line with their vanilla convictions, and in the
end will ban me from posting to their precious blogs, forums, or groups.
In one of the
blogs i was contributing to till i became her persona non grata, the lady of
the house made it her quest to interview numerous awakened housewives and company, asking them an array of non-committal questions during these events. No wonder she repeatedly avoided to respond to my more challenging questions herself. Not that they were really challenging eh? But i'm sure they were interpreted like that, hehe.
She invited me
too, but it never came to that, due to the fact that she couldn’t bear i only
would participate without any conditions set. Yep, i’m all for free speech,
anti moderation, and alien to censorship. One would expect all dominant women to support this, to think and act
like that. And they do u know. It’s them fake dominants pretending to be
dominant and r following them destructive rules of them creepy conservative
patriarchs, who don’t, not us.
When was the last time u washed the inside of ur windows? And what about the outside? U did that too? Oh, u do not ever do that? U r in a FLR and have ur pet-husband for that? U subscribe to “real women don’t do housework”? So what do u do with all that free time? Waiting patiently by the window till ur man has finished the job, then inspect his work and punish him appropriately according to ur mutually agreed upon and signed TOS? Putting the last hand on ur latest embroidery? Knitting? Playing Solitaire? Watching Desperate Housewives? Re-reading Sutton’s silly mommy-dommes guide? Hmmm, maybe u should make an effort and clean the windows of ur soul instead. Cos that’s what this blog is all about: The windows of ur soul. And mine of cors.
Never heard of those windows? Time to meet Johari then. No, Johari is not a person. It’s a model/technique, created by señores Ingman and Luft, for detecting and assessing what’s going on inside people’s soul, mind, and mental bowels, how much of that they’re willing and capable to share with others, what they know about all that, and what not, all loosely based on the insights and theories of señor Jung, one of the more influential shrinks, and, without his consent, spiritual father of many moronic clubs/cliques which members r on a quest to find themselves, simultaneously trying to convince others to embark on the same lame journey.
Here it is in a graphical form:
To every window belongs a room from which u can watch the outside world passing by, including other people’s rooms. Of cors u also can stand in ur garden, or on ur front porch, and look into ur own room urself, or sit in it, cleaning, organizing, reshuffling, or removing its furniture, carpeting, books, left over pizza, blood from yesterday's whipping session, etc. Some windows allow, at times even invite, outsiders to peep inside and feast their eyes on ur reality show, while other windows r closed by u, or were closed, with or without ur consent, to ur dismay or not, by ur parents, priests, teachers, or other nasty self proclaimed authorities.
Not all rooms r of the same size. Depending on how creepy ur personality is, some rooms can be very spacious, while others resemble a tiny walk-in-closet.
There’s also a dream Johari windows, with corresponding rooms. It’s a kind of a double without being the real u, and yet it is u. Yes it’s a sinister one that one. One which one often encounters in the virtual world, a.k.a. Cyberspace, where herds of people create personalities representing how they would like to be, but never will dare to be like that outside of that world. The population of Second Life for instance is a great example of this.
Johari saw the light of day in an era when the Internet was still in its infancy. So nowadays we could easily argue there’s a third one, a virtual Johari window, closely related to his dreamy nephew indeed, but much more accessible for the rest of the world since it’s uploaded to Cyberspace ad nauseam.
The more the three models overlap each other, the more genuine and authentic a person, u included, is. B4 jumping for joy and demanding a medal for that, u should exercise some caution and entertain a bit of prudence tho, cos it doesn’t necessarily mean u would be a good person as well. There r genuine crooks, cowards, neurotics, criminals, psychopaths, and clones, u know. Could be u r one of them no?
Open
This is the place where u and i let people freely look inside us. No secrets here. Only openness, hospitality, and sharing of what’s going on without any restrictions. Here we feel safe to let people know how we feel, think, and act. And why. But only to a certain extent. Only the part that we want people to know. Only the part that we can handle. Only the part that we r not ashamed of. Only the part that we’re not afraid of. Some people build only a small room for that, scared as they r to open up a large part of their personality. Other folks fake openness, trying to con people about it. In blogs, u can be sure that a person, contrary to his/her efforts to make u believe otherwise, has only a tiny open window giving access to only a small open room, when she/he is constantly dumping a shitload of non-committal content and/or pedestrian small talk on the Internet. Often larded with cliché wit and pseudo wisdom. Of cors these people attract likeminded ones like flies r attracted to dung, and enthusiastically welcome them to their realm. They have a difficult time tho, without admitting same, with more open minded and lust for life citizens of Cyberspace, and actually hate those for being so candid, straightforward, wild, and free. And yet, some of them try to get along with these free ones still, but in the end they will always fail in that. To save their already shaken comfort zone and fragile self-esteem from entirely going down the sewers, they will begin to picture these free ones as liars, trolls, fakes, and Lilith knows what more, and prevent them from further commenting on their blogs.
I love to open my windows, to let the fresh or polluted air in, to inhale the beauty of life, to embrace and condemn the world as it is, to let people see me as i am, not hesitating to show for instance my arrogance, cruelty, elegance, aggressiveness, non-compromising attitude, addiction to have things my way, lust for wearing leather, and having exotic sex with wild women and men.
I think the world would be a far better place if more men and women would shake off their fear, and genuinely would open up to others. So start cleaning ur windows, and extend ur open room. Here, maybe this video will bring u in the right mood, and help u on ur way! Even if u don’t understand her language, u must be a complete idiot to not feel her and get the message she trying to get across!
Hidden
Window here is hermetically closed. At least that’s what u r hoping for (grin). Heavy curtains r in place. Blinds r up. Nobody is allowed to look inside the room. Basta! Here ur secrets r residing. This is the place where u hide all that which u don’t dare to show to other people, stuff u believe could hurt or embarrass u, r ashamed of, or u rather would want not to exist. Or……..love them dearly, r addicted to them, but feel too guilty about that u would want to move them to the room with the open window instead of keeping them imprisoned in this mostly cancerous room.
Personally this is the room where MyEgo lives. Remember her? I’m sure u do. She’s the one i must control more than anyone or anything else. She whispers the horniest, cruelest, unheard of sadistic, and unimaginable erotic ideas, into my ears. She’s driving me insane, and willing to use any available tool to seduce me to do her bidding. A true tyrant, wanting me to give in to her suggestions and enact them without delay. When she’s on top of her thing, and is really going for it, i more than ever understand why Steel wants me to never release him from his chains. There r times i can’t resist her pressure. Then i give her a free ride, and go along with the desires of this pure, egoistic, and insatiable bitch. It’s then when i allow her to come with me, to leave my hidden compartment, to curl up with me by the open fire place, and have dinner with me in my luxurious and spacious open room, for all to see, for all to fear. Damn, i should have the guts to always let her free.
Blind spot
This is a tricky one. This is the one where i’m supposed not to see what all others can see. But it’s true. There is stuff others have pointed out to me, i wasn’t aware of at all, or resisted to acknowledge its existence. For instance, i’m always claiming that i hate teaching, and yet people tell me they learn a lot from me, and that i’m one heck of a teacher. So maybe i am indeed, but due to the fact that i can’t stand explaining things to morons and people who r full of themselves while actually they’re as empty and hollow as a mouldered tree trunk or a rusty oil drum, i’m reluctant to admit same. On the other hand, i too can see things through the glass of ur hidden window, no matter how good u r to keep ur stuff out of sight. Especially when it comes to femdom i have an extremely well developed seventh sense :) No slave can hide anything from me. But then again, they don’t want to, so i guess this doesn’t count, hehe. When it comes to the virtual world, i can spot fake dominas and slaves just like that. Reason why they often have a need to argue with me, get angry and self-defensive when i tell them they r not the right stuff, and try to convince me that they have the right to call anything femdom as long as the people involved agree upon their definition of it. Yeah right. Such nonsense! Going along with crap like that is like admitting that a pussycat is a tiger.
Of cors i must distinguish between people who genuinely believe they’re on my level, or truly think they’re dominant cos they deviate a bit from the vanilla world, and the ones who absolutely r aware of the fact that they’re not into slavery at all, and only want to play silly games during their leisure time, but still want others to believe they r a true dominant or slave. The latter r not dwelling in their blind spot room, but r simply trying to hide their true nature from us.
I think it’s safe to say that in general, people will deny all that’s not visible to them.
Unknown
Not much to say about this one, except that nobody knows what’s going on in this room. It’s the unknown people. A place u know nothing about, and most of u don’t want to know about either. Still it’s an intriguing place no? Something like the dark forest u always were afraid to enter at night the time u were a kid. Guess u still r a bit reluctant to visit the woods on a moonless night, hehe. Who knows what could be hiding in the shadows eh? Nothing! No one! Sure enough u won’t find any demons, werewolves, vampires, zombies or other riff-raff lurking in the bushes and under the trees. That’s all old women tales. But what about all the other unknown life forms eh? And what if u would meet the serpent there eh? Or a duck? What would u do then eh? Yes i know, u don’t know. Nobody does!
Life taught me how to handle fear, to take risks, to value adventure, and to dive into the unknown. And besides, i’m easily bored and more curious than a cat. For me it’s thrilling to go where others don’t dare to go. It’s in my blood to test myself, to welcome challenges, to laugh at the warnings of the wise ones, and to mock the impossible by making it possible. So, already years ago i fetched me a crow-bar, forced open the window to the unknown room and looked inside, expecting to see darkness. To my surprise it was not so. The room was warm, cozy, and quite inviting. Another surprise was that i encountered many things that seemed familiar to me. Kind of a déjà vu experience actually. I realized all this shouldn’t have surprised me at all, cos per definition everything in this room belonged to me, was already mine from the outset. I just didn’t know.
So remember this: Contrary to what many believe and probably was imposed on u too, the unknown is not a scary place. It’s not a desert, a wasteland, a minefield, or a dark place u should avoid at all costs. It’s a beautiful place, a treasure-chamber filled with possibilities, promises, resources, and endless horizons for u to explore and cross over. The unknown is like a magnificent symphony taking u on a risky but also incredibly soothing journey on the waves of an ocean, the winds of hurricanes, peaceful lakes, and thundering waterfalls. It can destroy u. But only if u fear it.
This closed room of Johari, this so-called unknown territory, is not fitting the femdom way of living. A femdom and her slaves should consider this room their second open room. Maybe more private than the first one, but still open to her and her loved ones, her sisters and soul slaves.
It’s here that i found for instance an opening to the afterlife, based on the first 2 laws of thermodynamics. I wrote about that in a previous blog. It’s here that i found a contradiction, a paradox nested within the core of my personality, a fantasy about an event which never will take place for real. Or will it? Let me explain.
I enslave men and women alike. I’m mostly at the extreme end of the d/s hyperbola. I never switch. I never wanted to be someone’s slave. And i never will be. And yet, the most thrilling thing i can imagine is, that one day a woman will come along who will mercilessly force me into slavery, who will unconditionally make me her own, and will imprison me for life. And i’m not talking some silly role play here, but for real! Brutal reality 24/7/365 forever!
As i said this will never happen. A few tried, but backed off the moment they realized i was dead serious about this, would resist their attempts with all my might, and rather kill or be killed than being enslaved. So i guess it can only be a dream, a fantasy never to be fulfilled. Or will it one day? The very thought of it keeps turning me on over and over again. R u that woman?
Hmmm, and u thought............ "Now when will she cut the crap, and finally begin to discuss Bill's windows?" Well....um......i could have, but u sure u r computer savvy enough for that?
During a recent exchange of comments/opinions i had with the owner of another blog, i wrote among other things:I don't trade anything. I don't think in priorities. I never compromise.
This triggered the following reaction:I call bullshit on that. A military member who's faced combat and has never had to compromise? Ludicrous Either you have no principles to be compromised or you refuse to acknowledge that you've faced situations in which conflicting principles had to be prioritized and action taken.
And a little later:In a variety of settings, virtually every single one I can think of, those are incredibly fanciful claims. From my vantage point as a family member of those who've been in combat I know it is especially unrealistic in a war zone.
So there u have it (1) . Stating that i never compromise, is unrealistic, ludicrous, an incredibly fanciful claim, and bullshit. Bang!
So there u have it (2). Stating that i never compromise, shows that i have no principles or that i refuse to acknowledge reality. Bang, bang!
It’s not my intention to discuss and repeat this here again. U can read it all on her blog. Find it halfway the comment section. As i recall it starts with me entering in the middle of her rant (and the usual follow up rants from her supporters) about on-liners telling her and other alleged dominant women how they should behave, saying: Hmmmm, is this how real dominant women write? All silly stuff of cors, but still good to have a laugh or 2.
What i do want to say here is this. The lady who accuses me of #1 and #2, is confusing compromise with making a choice. And choices i make indeed. All the time actually. But compromises? Nah, i hate those. They r not for me. I’ll never choose for them. Why is that? Cos when people compromise they never get what they wanted in the first place. And neither does the other party. It’s actually a lose-lose situation. And who wants that? Not me. People do it all the time tho. Why is that? Cos they rather go with less than to get nothing. And also cos they don’t believe that it’s possible to get what they want, or r afraid of the other party. So they choose to compromise.
To compromise became a way of living. It’s a lifestyle driven by fear for missing out, not being worthy, and cowardice. To compromise is seeking an easy way out. Often with devastating and horrible results. Of cors this makes its practitioners feel bad, lousy, and inferior about themselves. That they don’t want either, and can’t bear with same. So they start looking for a solution to sooth those feelings, to get rid of them. Eureka! How about making compromising a virtue, a good thing, a way that shows how realistic u r, how great u r in assessing the situation, and then act on it according to ur new found credo: "I did the best I could"? An absurd idea, but a helpful one. A sublime way to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds. And of cors a great excuse for being a coward.
No wonder they resist, and call me a liar and delusional, when i come along and casually declare that i don’t compromise. It’s too painful for them to be confronted with that, to be reminded of how lousy their point of view and how pitiful their behavior actually is. It hurts too much. It shatters their perfectly constructed world, their illusionary reality. "Damn, we can’t let that happen! En garde!" Ergo, what Ayesha says must be bullshit. Open mind anyone?
To compromise, to negotiate what is not negotiable, to discuss what shouldn’t be discussed, to stray from the highway and settle for a middle road, will only lead to more wars, more poverty, more inequality, more hunger, more bigotry, more betrayal, more hidden agendas, more distrust, and more vanilla slavery. U should say no to that! And act accordingly. Time to change a paradigm or 2 wouldn’t u say?
Yes it’s hard to think out of ur box, to blow up ur soap bubble, and to leave ur comfort zone for a while. It’s terrifying to acknowledge that most of ur views, beliefs, and paradigms, were imposed on u, that u identified with them without checking if they truly belonged to u, and that it is u who became a clone of ur society, blindly following ur leaders. Even more so, if u believe that it is u who belongs to the righteous ones, that u see things as they really r, that u deserve that medal, that u r a hero, that u have that glorious open mind, and r supported in that by other crippled ones.
Life is about making real choices people. Not compromises. Compromises r for people who don’t dare to stand up for themselves, who will betray their loved ones in favor of the enemy, and still believe they’re doing the right thing. And u know what? Even when making a choice without compromising, not being a coward, going for what u think is the right thing to do, and not giving in, u can’t be sure u made the right choice, cos u never will know what would have happened had u chosen differently. Yeah, life is also about taking risks, about celebrating them, about uncertainty, and passionately embracing same. Yes, when it comes right down to it, life is a bitch. She truly is. But a sexy one. Precious, passionate, and whimsical. Just like u always wanted her to be. Unless u try to compromise with her. Then life is a dick. He truly is. To be precise: A lame and limp one.
Years ago someone going by the name of Dough but signing his contributions with “Sam” (yep, things like that happen in Cyberspace) asked me:Aside from stirring things up from time to time, what do you wish to invoke? Is your interaction here in cyberspace merely for your pleasure and entertainment, or do you have a higher agenda?
And i replied: Oh my, i see master Calvin and supreme holy man Peter r striking again! Was i not taught there was higher stuff in life than mere pleasure and entertainment? Was i not shown what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah? Oh yes Father, all that was done to me indeed. And i complied, teeth clenched, resisting to become a sinner, carrying an overload of principles, ultimate truths, and dogmas on my fragile back made from reinforced steel. I did it all. I graduated triple, became a respected citizen, a stronghold of society. But i had a second agenda, not a higher one mind u, but still an agenda. Parallel to all that complying, i was following that inner drive, my femdom drive. And i learned. I learned from the outcasts, the freaks, the hedonists, the whores, the junkies, but also from the crooks, the abusers, the torturers, the generals, the captains of industry, the politicians, the jet-set, and from my slaves. I learned that the preachments of the patriarchs r crap, worthless, and counterproductive to human relations and life. The patriarchs r driven by fear. I'm driven by lust. So indeed i'm in cyberspace (and not only there) to entertain myself. The patriarchs lost their battle with me. No compromising for me. Not anymore. Now they want to be my slave.
Ayesha NostraDomina the ultimate prophetess says: Humans eventually will find out, that they're just another species, roaming the Earth for a while, till they get extinct. Many humans will have traumatic experiences when it becomes clear to them, their soul is nothing more than a particular constellation of molecules atoms and quarks, that love is nothing more than a chemical reaction triggered by electrical impulses, and that religion is nothing more than a hoax to prevent them to get that knowledge in the first place. Some will burst into tears when realizing that femdom has nothing to do with caring, loving, comforting, finding one’s deeper inner self, or some other trivial endeavor. There will be massive psychotic episodes once they will see that their treasured 'domina' is not a substitute for the religion that disappointed them, their mom who punished them for looting the cookie bin, or that banal teacher they adored so much in school, and that femdom is just raw sex, forced by a tyrannical and lustful woman, who wants to have things her way, no matter what.
Awaiting that glorious moment, let’s continue to destroy what we built in the name of renewal, to pollute the Earth with chemicals in the name of progress, to annihilate each other in the name of religion, to go to war in the name of justice, to condone the expression of foul philosophies and miserable ideologies in the name of free speech, to support mediocre and fake voices in the name of human rights, and to vote for imbeciles in the name of democracy.
But there also is that other possibility to kill the time b4 the truth of the human condition will sink in. Yes people, a different tale. A tale not told in the Bible, Qur'an, Torah, political pamphlet, or any other scripture known by the small or larger masses. It is not even known as a myth, a legend, or a story whispered at the campfires of the Romani people. It’s a tale without heroic deeds, without sinister figures, without dark demons or enlightened species, and especially without attempts to project one’s own crap, fear, and silliness, onto other people, selling it as the ultimate truth. In fact, it’s a simple tale, not very long, quite modest too, and not very spectacular either. Well, not in a patriarchal way eh. And u know what? We all, um…..uh uh……almost all…. know this tale. Well, i mean of cors, should/could know this tale. Or should i say, could remember it? Be that as it may, this tale is no secret, it’s out in the open. But……..most fail to see what’s right in front of them (yeah, remember Krishnamurti?).**Smirk on my face, and curling my lips**
So, choose! For now and for ever! No compromise allowed! Either rot in hell or heaven, or let’s dance, and have things my way.
To close my Yahoo chapter, here r my last three contributions coming from an era that had its good moments but was murdered in the name of progress. It’s close to a year now that Pulse was lost, and even longer that her sister Yahoo360 was cremated.
Here goes.
And then there was………hypnosis
Yeah, hypnosis came a long way since the times of Mesmer, Braid and Freud. Hmmmmm, as a matter of fact, it made some serious detours too, meandering occasionally through dirty sewers and sleazy alleys, where it was raped, corrupted, and destroyed to no end. No matter the work of Erikson, Kirsch, Hilgard, and others, nowadays almost nothing of its mysterious beauty is left. Sure there r still some dedicated practitioners, and a few driven scientists, but mostly it’s owned now by charlatans, no good gurus, and snobbish self proclaimed dominants who r predating on the frustration of non-daring thrill seekers, selling their crap to moron audiences. “Yes sir, we had a ball. He let that ass walk like a chicken. Yes ma’am, we had a lot of fun. He made that idiot bark like a dog”. And…….to stay a bit closer to home: “Yes Mistress, I’ll be ur money-slave forever”, and more crap like that.
Here in our wondrous virtual world many people claim to be interested in hypnosis. Yeah right. Lmao. Such a bunch of liars. What they’re interested in is either to use the concept as some socially accepted means to con others or to escape from their dull, boring, and frightening daily life, to become a tranced (male) slut to a creature who can only pretend to be a hypno-dominant online, eager to display his or her (?) non-existing powers in a rather fascistic manner. In other words, the weak r meeting the cowards, and the cowards r meeting the weak, playing an illusionary game of d/s, without any commitment or consequence. Of cors all this is fun, fun, fun. And don’t u dare to doubt their honesty, in-depth knowledge, and superb hypnosis skills, as this will offend them disproportionally, if not making them run to the next psychiatric ward for an extra dose of Xanax.
I’m beginning to believe, that whatever great things humans will create, develop, invent, or discover, the majority will always succeed to bring it down, to slaughter it, and make a caricature of it.
Huh? “I’m beginning to believe……..”? Hahaha, that’s a good one, lol. Behold tho, that one has changed. I’m a true believer now! Cross my heart.
Another World
At the time, Rita blogged about Self, metanoia, education, and pedagogy. I found the topic worthy to reach a larger audience. So instead of commenting on her site, i did it on mine, for all to see. Here it is again.
In my life i learned this: When the parent or teacher has a rotten personality, and thus is only a clone of what is cultural prescribed to her/him, the kid is better off without them!
In my life i observed this: As long as a child is punished, belittled, and laughed at for its own dreams, thoughts, and actions, it will grow up a clone of its society. In my life i do this: I support youngsters to follow their instincts, dreams, and passions, without questioning them, without asking them for their reasons and motives, without making them answering to me, and without sanctioning them for any behavior. As a result of that, they r asking me questions instead, about my life, about what makes me tick, about my passions, sorrow, and thoughts, about what i think about their passions, sorrow, and thoughts, and about our interactions. Manipulation, coercion, dishonesty, righteousness, morals, and protocols, have no place in these encounters. It’s simply a meeting of genuine people, trying to understand each other, to be there for each other, and to enjoy each other, laughing, teasing, and showing true feelings about anything.
No leader, no repentance, no correction, no psychotic break down, and no deity, can ever guide people to change the paradigms of their life or to get rid of their vanilla bondage, cos as soon as there is a guide, there’s dependency, and the possibility to escape genuine responsibility.
And now for something completely different. Or is it? What do u think? Is it out of range? Does it not belong here? Or does it? U should know u know. Or don't u, hehehe?
The 2 of us
When i'm with u, we'll have raw and wild sex. We will bite and scratch each other, draw blood, and drink from each other. There will be the smell of sweaty leather, of perspiring bodies, and of dripping abysses. There will be exquisite pain, arousal, and lust. It will be an orgiastic encounter, independent of any cultural influence, and averse to any protocol or pre-arranged scenarios. Just an explosion of passion, greed, possessive power, submission, and original sexual creativity! That’s my style, my way of having it my way. The only way. Does this excite u too? Would u love to submerse in this as well? Could this be more to u than a fantasy? R u ready for this sexual singularity?
Of cors, when things come to a rest a bit later, we could have a long walk, holding hands along the way, having a succulent breakfast or romantic dinner together, and then............start all over again.
Oh, here's a rather tame example. But if u know her, u will agree with me, she's good. Very good i must say. And passionate. And cruel. She knows her whips. She knows how to torture. Not one of the mommy-domme clan. Oh no :)
Dominant female, promoting feminine femdom, as opposed to trendy and recreational femdom.
My slaves r powerful, challenging, lustful, and hungry for my whip. Together we ridicule fascists, quasi-femdoms, and boy scouts.
