It’s true, you know…

Science has figured out how to make babies without male sex organs being immediately involved, however it seems highly unlikely that it can ever figure out how to make a mother. The woman’s body has that down in spades, all the way from the harsh Ph of the vagina to kill off unworthy sperm to the bones clearing way for other bones to pass. Science still can’t even figure out the basics of how it all works, the sum so much greater than the parts. The day a robotic mother is developed will be a scary one indeed, and I imagine is much longer off than a robotic inseminator (I have one in my bedroom now, or at least it’s just as pleasurable as its hypothetical brother).

I have been building my new, expanded dungeon for some time now, first in my consciousness since I was about eight years old, and for the last couple weeks, in my reality. Acacia hardwood floors! Three themed rooms! A brand spanking new spanking bench from Metalbound! Moving one dungeon to another space is always a hilarious process, and it never ceases to amaze me how little people know about this. Of course I am a chiropractor – it is the most logical explanation. When the Native Americans first saw the ships from Europe they didn’t see them, either, so the lore goes.

The name of my dungeon is Delphi.

My first exposure to Pythia was finding her in a basement where she blew into me in brilliant 3D blue light and resided for the next three weeks, using me. All experiences are both volumes and bookends themselves. I have seen her again and again. She loves platforms: tables, medical, granite, beds, words. She undulates. She gravitates. She pukes at times. Electricity is her medium. It is a grueling life for Pythia to be so exposed.

Today, this came in from a supplicant researching on why he is a supplicant. It is exactly the journey I’m garnering. From wikipedia:

The experience of supplicants

• Step 1: Journey to Delphi — Supplicants were motivated by some need to undertake the long and sometimes arduous journey to come to Delphi in order to consult the oracle. This journey was motivated by an awareness of the existence of the oracle, the growing motivation on the part of the individual or group to undertake the journey, and the gathering of information about the oracle as providing answers to important questions.

• Step 2: Preparation of the Supplicant — Supplicants were interviewed in preparation of their presentation to the Oracle, by the priests in attendance. The genuine cases were sorted and the supplicant had to go through rituals involving the framing of their questions, the presentation of gifts to the Oracle and a procession along the Sacred Way carrying laurel leaves to visit the temple, symbolic of the journey they had made.

• Step 3: Visit to the Oracle — The supplicant would then be led into the temple to visit the adyton, put his question to the Pythia, receive his answer and depart. The degree of preparation already undergone would mean that the supplicant was already in a very aroused and meditative state, similar to the shamanic journey elaborated on in the article.

• Step 4: Return Home — Oracles were meant to give advice to shape future action, that was meant to be implemented by the supplicant, or by those that had sponsored the supplicant to visit the Oracle. The validity of the Oracular utterance was confirmed by the consequences of the application of the oracle to the lives of those people who sought Oracular guidance

So it comes.

Straight from the bottom’s mouth, in his own words:

First let me give you a little context around my life. I met this wonderful human being of the female persuasion 5 months ago. She has filled an empty spot in my life, some would call her my top or Domme, she is my mentor and I do enjoy her so much as the top but I’m so new to the kink world that I do not feel adequate to be a real bottom or submissive just yet. This woman is true “Woman” in every sense of the word; desirous, understanding, empathetic, beautiful.  She also has a side to her that is so enticing, intuitive to a fault (she can read my mind and just knows my needs), innovative in the world of kink, she has a very well stocked dungeon, and oh did I mention beautiful. Final thought, I adore her and if she offered me a full time slave position, I would drop everything in my life and be there in a minute.

I believe her agenda for me (one never knows her real agenda I bet so I’m assuming here) is to have me recognize my guy drives with respect to objectifying women (something ingrained in me for ever). She said something about learning to “be present in the moment” while she described this assignment, that comment went in one ear and out the other as I squirmed about cramming something up my butt and tried to negotiate out of this new idea she came up with. Here’s the deal, she taught me to edge, even before I first met her in person via email she sent me my first assignment. She said I could not ejaculate, I could only “just about” ejaculate but not pull the trigger. She made me do this for a full month and initially I thought this was a load of bullshit because I loved to ejaculate, what a release, what guy doesn’t right? She said she was making me bring to her all that built up energy. When she finally allowed me to pull that trigger the orgasmic energy associated with that ejaculation was so intense that I have never gone back to seeing ejaculation as the end point. I edge every day, sometimes many episodes in a day, and then when I do ejaculate I get such a rush. I see ejaculation as such a shallow experience now though as I have been trained to have “internal” orgasms now and I look forward to having those, and in one session I’ve had numerous full body experiences that actually fill me with energy not deplete it as an ejaculation does. I would not go back. With that back-ground you can now understand my angst when she told me I could not edge until I had three days with a butt plug in place, saying I had to learn to “be present in the moment”, those words still ring in my mind (what ever the hell they meant).

So now understand I’m 350 mile away from my mistress so I could have just gone on my merry way and given lip service to this assignment, but there is something so powerful in this relationship that I can never deceive her and I desire to serve her any way I can but I explained all that already. I went out then and there, seriously I took an hour break from work, I wanted the countdown clock to start ticking as soon as possible so I could get back to my happy life of edging. I bought the two plugs she suggested, a small and a medium, and a tube of lube of which I was very happy in retrospect that she strongly suggested “get the thing well lubed up”. I went back to my office and went directly to the bathroom and proceeded to put in the small one. I actually had an anxiety reaction when I spied the size of the medium one after much much consternation and coaxing and I finally got that little sucker in there after. I know now that the folks out there reading this that have placed the medium and large ones are thinking “what a wimp”, but I have never had anything bigger then the diameter of a finger up there and only for a few seconds before I met my mistress. That small one felt friggin huge to me. I walked around for a few minutes in the stall and then went back into the office. The first person I ran into was my boss and my first thought was that he knew or was going to find out soon that I was there in front of him with this big ass butt plug in place, but he nonchalantly passed by just giving me the customary hello. First test passed, I was not found out, little did I know I would have three days of wondering if people knew….

I went back to my desk, and sitting down for the first time was somewhat interesting, I was thinking hot poker up my butt and my innards would never be the same and initially, it was uncomfortable, but tolerable after some adjustment. Later I stood up and the darn thing just fell out. I was glad my mistress warned me that jockey shorts were recommended, (thankfully I always wear them), because I could just see that thing moving down my pant leg and getting deposited right at my feet right in front of one of my coworkers or my boss. I went to the bathroom, retrieved the darn thing and was done for the day. I felt like such a failure, never being able to live up to my mistresses challenge, knowing that I could not edge until I completed it and recognizing I was not able to keep that small one in. I gulped in fear and anticipation at the recollection of the size of the medium one, but vowed then and there to try it the next morning.

The count down

Day one

I woke early and got in to work a bit earlier then normal as I had an eight o’clock phone conference and I wanted to get that thing in before that time. I went directly to the bathroom. Initially I just dropped my drawers but due to access problems I eventually shed my pants as well as my shorts so I could bend over and contort myself every which way so I could get that medium plug in. What a pain in the ass literally and figuratively. I lubed that thing up so the stuff was dripping off of it. I initially took baby steps, inserting it slowly and taking some big breaths. I pushed and bent over and pushed and lifted my leg on the stool. I pushed backwards the forward and started this rocking motion. I moaned and groaned and shoved, at one point even sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, all to no avail. Finally recognizing that my tail bone was in the way I took the back part of the thing and pushed it forward, all the while getting these intense spasms from my anal muscles, screaming at me “what are you doing here”!!!!??? Finally with a little pop, it was in. A relief but still my body was not at all happy about having something that is about 5 to 7 cubic centimeters in size, stuck in that place. Suddenly, as I wiped the perspiration from my face, neck and hair, I thought about this afternoon and how the hell I was going to get it out (at least the worry about it “falling out” was gone).

As I hobbled back to my desk to start my work day one of my coworkers noticed and mentioned my awkward walk and I waved them off with something about injuring myself the night before during my workout, I wasn’t sure if she noticed the quiver in my voice, but I felt certain she noticed the big piece of hardware sticking out of my ass as I walked toward my desk.
Sitting down (that was another new experience) and looking at the time I noted I was late for my meeting and called right in, could it have possibly taken thirty minutes to get that sucker in? During that phone conference I squirmed a bunch, I was glad everyone was on the phone and I didn’t have to meet in person. I looked at the rest of my schedule for that day and noted I had an hour drive and then one on one meetings with some pretty high up people in a local community then another hour drive back. I quickly devised a plan to call my Mistress on the way and get her to relent on this assignment and let me move on.

I got in the car around ten a.m. and started the drive. Can you imagine the anxiety and the pressure down there, I know again some of you are again thinking “what a wimp”, but please remember I have or at least had up until then a virgin ass. Some of the others of you that haven’t experienced this sort of thing, just you wait….. I made the call to my Mistress and it became pretty obvious to me after the first few sentences she wasn’t buying it, so as my anxiety started building that I would have to wear this thing and have the meetings and concentrate on them and not concentrate on this thing up my butt, and it was a Wednesday, and the ride is long, and these are important meetings and….. well I think you get the picture, I finally broke down in resignation and said to her “I just need some encouragement and understanding of why I have to do this thing”. Here’s where I learned my first lesson, she was beautifully understanding and empathetic. She explained the being present thing she had said before very much clearer (maybe the butt plug had started working and I was present and hanging on each word), if I could meet with someone and be present in the conversation with this big ass thing up my butt (my words not hers) I would finally learn to be present and engaged. She gave me encouragement that this thing really could be done, and no one would be the wiser that I had the plug parked where it was. She bolstered me, propped me up, gave me the backbone I needed to face this thing head on. What a great thirty minute conversation I had with her that day, what wonderful lessons and insight into her I got. My respect and admiration for her intensified immensely in that 30 minutes.

I made it through that day without to much of an issue except I couldn’t walk normally and had to use the same excuse of “the injury” many more times. I was able to be present for the most part, though each time in moved the area down there reminded me I had a car parked where usually nothing else had been before. I actually had a good lunch meeting and early afternoon meeting, and as was driving back I actually was enjoying rotating my back side on the seat, stimulating my first chakra a little. I took the thing out before I left the office building, as I tugged I felt spasm and complaint from the area down there all over again, and what a rush when I passed that thing. I felt a fullness down there for the rest of the evening and thought I might take the next day off from it even though it was going to extend my time not edging. Nine and a half hours under my belt, two days left to go.

Day two

The minute I stepped into the office I went to the bathroom and put the darn thing in. I was happy to find it slipped in some what easier, and got me wondering was it that I developed a better technique of placement or had the area become stretched out more and able to accept it easier. I almost had a normal gait as I almost sauntered back to my desk. Still I had a dilemma, I wanted to workout over the lunch hour, and I wasn’t thinking it would be the best plan to go at it with this thing up there, or would it be OK? If I pulled it out would I want to put it back in? In the end I pulled it out, had a good 45 minutes of heavy sweating (not as much as the day before when I first out it in) and then I replaced it soon after the workout was finished. I kept it in well after I got home. Finally pulling it out about 8 PM. Day two down, a total of about 10 and a half hours. Still I have to admit while my mistress has told me to leave my cock alone until this assignment is completed I have found myself waking up cock in hand and a raging hard-on. I hope she recognizes that is out of my control. I was under strict order that the only time I could enjoy stimulation down there was with my primary and only if the encounter was not provoked by me. That evening shortly after I took the plug out I was happily surprised with an most unusual experience.

My primary approached me in a seductive gown and told me to go in and lay down naked and place a blindfold on. She came in and proceeded to be the top, or experiment as being the top. Eventually she inserted a vibrating prostate massager into my sore rectum. As she moved it around, I felt more and more stimulated by it, more than I thought possible. I ended up having some very nice 1st chakra orgasms and none with my cock. I don’t know if she can hear this, but “thank you Mistress for giving me this new experience.

Day three

I placed the plug without issue this morning at 8 am. It is almost 4 pm, I have only a little time left to complete my commitment. Today flew by, the hardest thing I had to do with respect to this challenge was to walk a block and a half and back. Almost enjoyable! So here I sit almost at the end of my three day challenge, looking back, what experiences have I learned
I have tuned into people much more then ever before, listening, understanding, engaging. I am present now, I don’t know how or why, but I am.
I can’t believe I had something so big in me for so long in so many public places, and no one knew. It makes me wonder if there are others around me experiencing kink in the fashion I have just experienced.
My bum is ready to accept more from my Mistress then before.
Having something in there makes me understand the violation of penetration like never before. When the female of the species agrees to allow the male to enter her, she is surrendering her body to the male. We as males take this for granted, when we should appreciate the gift being given, and be present with her as we penetrate her, ensuring her enjoyment before we take pleasure in the moment. Thankfully there is a natural desire to propagate, but I believe that drive is much greater generally speaking in males then females. Thankfully there are pleasure centers in both sexes and we can, in fact we have a duty to insure there is pleasure in the reception we are giving. We as males need to respect our female counter part, fully consider their feelings in this act, and as above totally appreciate the gift that is being freely given, and if it is not being given then enjoy the moment for what it is.

Thank you mistress for your lessons!

Just come. Witness. Ponder. Enjoy.

Friday April 13:

http://mcadenver.org/feminism2012.php

The beautiful man who sent me the Sun article sent it with this, in quick succession. Thankfully there are some men with real power who love and revere women. That becomes a source of power as well.

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It is almost a definition of a gentleman to say he is one who never inflicts pain. This description is both refined and, as far as it goes, accurate. He is mainly occupied in merely removing the obstacles which hinder the free and unembarrassed action of those about him; and he concurs with their movements rather than takes the initiative himself.

His benefits may be considered as parallel to what are called comforts or conveniences in arrangements of a personal nature: like an easy chair or a good fire, which do their part in dispelling cold and fatigue, though nature provides both means of rest and animal heat without them.

The true gentleman in like manner carefully avoids whatever may cause ajar or a jolt in the minds of those with whom he is cast; — all clashing of opinion, or collision of feeling, all restraint, or suspicion, or gloom, or resentment; his great concern being to make every one at their case and at home.

He has his eyes on all his company; he is tender towards the bashful, gentle towards the distant, and merciful towards the absurd; he can recollect to whom he is speaking; he guards against unseasonable allusions, or topics which may irritate; he is seldom prominent in conversation, and never wearisome. He makes light of favours while he does them, and seems to be receiving when he is conferring. 

He never speaks of himself except when compelled, never defends himself by a mere retort, he has no ears for slander or gossip, is scrupulous in imputing motives to those who interfere with him, and interprets everything for the best.

He is never mean or little in his disputes, never takes unfair advantage, never mistakes personalities or sharp sayings for arguments, or insinuates evil which he dare not say out. From a long-sighted prudence, he observes the maxim of the ancient sage, that we should ever conduct ourselves towards our enemy as if he were one day to be our friend.

He has too much good sense to be affronted at insults, he is too well employed to remember injuries, and too indolent to bear malice. He is patient, forbearing, and resigned, on philosophical principles; he submits to pain, because it is inevitable, to bereavement, because it is irreparable, and to death, because it is his destiny. If he engages in controversy of any kind, his disciplined intellect preserves him from the blunder.

This was brought to my attention:

(From the Toronto Sun):

A local bookstore has “sold out” of a controversial marriage guide that advises Muslim men on how to beat their wives.

The 160-page book, published by Idara Impex in New Delhi, India, is written by Hazrat Maulana Ashraf Ali Thanvi, who’s described in the book’s foreword as a “prolific writer on almost every topic of Islamic learning.”

The store’s manager, who didn’t give his name, said the book had been sold out for some time, and the store’s owner, whom the manager identified as Shamim Ahmad, refused to comment for the story.

It wasn’t clear whether the shop has ordered more copies of the book, but it’s available at online Islamic bookstores and even through eBay.

In the book’s opening pages, it is written that “it might be necessary to restrain her with strength or even to threaten her.”

Later, its author advises that “the husband should treat the wife with kindness and love, even if she tends to be stupid and slow sometimes.”

Page 45 contains the rights of the husband, which include his wife’s inability to leave “his house without his permission,” and that his wife must “fulfil his desires” and “not allow herself to be untidy … but should beautify herself for him … ”

In terms of physical punishment, the book advises that a husband may scold her, “beat by hand or stick,” withhold money from her or “pull (her) by the ears,” but should “refrain from beating her excessively.”

Moderate Muslim voice Tarek Fatah says the shopkeeper should be charged for selling such a book.

“I wouldn’t say it’s hate, but it is inciting men to hit women,” said Fatah, who identified the book’s author as a prominent Islamic scholar. “This is new to you, but the Muslim community knows that this is widespread, that a woman can be beaten. Muslim leaders will deny this, but… ”

Male dominance over women has been making headlines for some time, with the recent lengthy trial and conviction of the Shafia family.

Mohammad Shafia, 59, his second wife, Tooba Yahya, 42, and their son, Hamed, 21, were each convicted in January on four counts of first-degree murder in what was characterized as an honour killing of four female family members as punishment for disobedience. They were handed life sentences with no chance of parole for 25 years.

Shafia’s three daughters and his first wife were found drowned in a car at the bottom of the Rideau Canal in Kingston, Ont., in June 2009.

Eric Brazau says he was flipping through the marriage guide while in the bookstore around a month ago.

Brazau bought it out of curiosity but was taken aback when he found dozens of chapters and passages giving Muslim husbands advice on controlling, restraining, scolding and beating their wives.

“At first, I thought that it is incredible that this kind of thing can be found in Canada,” said Brazau. “And then I thought, radical Islam is not coming to Canada, it is already here.”

From Salon.com:

http://www.salon.com/2012/01/12/bdsm_its_less_transgressive_than_you_think/

An interesting perspective.

It’s unfortunate that the Rush Limbaughs of the world don’t typically visit Dominatrices. Not that I would ever scene in anger, but I think he’d enjoy being fisted. There is nothing quite like having someone else inside of your body to lend a different point of view.

This would be a fun read if it weren’t on such a serious, and frankly scary, subject: Are Women People? It is interesting to note the year is 2012, which technically is included in what’s commonly called modern times.

Speaking of fisting, now’s a good time to plug my upcoming appearance on stage at the Museum of Contemporary Art here in Denver next Friday the 13th of April. The show is devoted to a discussion of sex workers for this season’s premiere of the lecture and performance art series Feminism & Co. I don’t see myself as a sex worker, exactly… I think the term is interesting, but I’ve had no more luck separating my vagina from my body than I have my sex from my work, even before becoming a professional dominatrix. If you can’t beat it, join it? Perhaps it’s the other way around…

Come one come all to hear some smart women talk about bringing politics into play.

My interview with the amazing Tiffany Jones of Denver Sexology is now available to hear online. The list of prepared questions went bye-bye the moment we linked eyes over the microphones and started talking. She asked me all about the things I love most: kink, Tantra, sexuality, and how all of it together can save the world. That, and it’s awfully liberating to be My slave.

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