Wonderfull Goddesses & Majestic Curves

We men are genetically imprinted with a love for the female body. It nowhere says bones in a bag is the only acceptable preference. And don't even think about putting on a sexy outfit. 

Jhonni Blaze (Image credits unavailable)

Grace Jones is scary. Serena Williams is ill-suited for advertisement and I am not allowed by the femdom police to have my own preferences. After being a good boy all year, the last post of 2015 is an act of defiance.

Apparently the only female bodyshape I am only allowed to lust for and worship is bones in a bag. On top of that the femdom police has decided that any kind of sexy outfit, let alone fetish attire is out of the question. Not even if the women like it themselves. We all know the femdom police exists to make everybody as miserable as possible, mistresses and slaves alike. Good thing you can catch the femdom police of guard around New Year's Eve. They're probably drunk since Christmas.

ISIS' Sex Slaves. A Theology of Rape

ISIS’s has drawn up a set of rules on how and when to rape enslaved women. They were issued in an effort to curb “violations” of Sharia law in the treatment of captives. Today Reuters News publishes a translation.

A protest recreating a modern day female slave market (Image: GH)

Throughout history rape armies have used rape to strike fear into the hearts of the civilian population. It also serves as a reward for soldiers. Islamic terror group ISIS is no exception. It is hard to believe such practices still continue to this day on such a large scale. The religious zealots of ISIS decided differently. Where the majority of religious people in the world use the religion as a force for good, ISIS does not. The terrorists uses rape as a recruitment tool. Recruits are awarded sex slaves, mainly women captured by ISIS fighters. Not only that, they are also sold to affluent Middle Easterners.

No Chastity For Me Please. Thank You

For many reasons I'm not into chastity. And before you say that choice is up to mistress, let me remind you that any successful relationship is based on the needs of two people. When I saw a an image of a spiked chastity device it made me think about the why and how of such toys.

(Image: Male Chastity Devices)

Broadly speaking there are three reasons why I don't like chastity. First of all sexual frustration is no substitute for mutual attraction. Most women know, we men promise them the moon - and throw in both Mars and Venus as a bonus - when we are horny. To be on edge 24/7 reduces mistress to an object of desire. As usual: who is serving who? Perhaps this is the part where sadism and dominace begin to bite each other.

Then there is the vanilla world. Chastity is a huge distraction to whatever you do. Most women expect their slave to be more than just horny. Full time chastity is a major impediment to professional success.

Do kinky folk have just one thing on their mind? Sometimes I wonder. Me, I strive to be more than just the sum of my desires. Unfortunately long term chastity achieves quite the opposite.

Mistress Hibiki: The Dominatrix as Artisan

A captivating image on Tumblr made me think about how femdom can be more than just play. Some use their passion for femdom as an inspiration to create something beautiful and artistic that defies the usual boundaries of femdom.

Japanese mistress Hibiki holding a samurai sword (Image  Tokyo Dope)

My blog often reflects upon topics others don’t touch for fear of being singled out by the femdom police. Naughty corner for you and no more playtime! The fact that I enjoy a good fight doesn’t help either. I prefer the ones with those who hold themselves in high regard, but the world at large disagrees. If you wanna play with the big boys, better come prepared. Some interpret my writing as animosity towards kink. They are wrong. Quite the contrary, I’m loving it. Why wouldn’t I? Born this way. When I discovered I was not alone – there are women who nurture similar yet opposite interests – I felt like a kid in the candy store. Didn’t we all?

Serena Williams: Embodiment of Femininity, Strength and Power

Sports Illustrated choose tennis player Serena Williams as Sportsperson of the year, a recognition of her talent, determination and hard work that was long overdue. Serena in turn choose the image of herself posing on a throne for the cover of election issue. Such a bold, excellent choice makes me admire her even more.

A powerful image of Serena Williams. She is the embodiment of femininity, strength and power, no throne necessary. (Image: Sports Illustrated)

Despite being the best female athlete of all time, tennis player Serena Williams has faced discrimination throughout her career. She was ridiculed by her fellow female tennis players. Advertisers didn't like her looks, which resulted in considerably lower revenue from sponsor contracts than other athletes.

Vice Magazine on Findom. Freaks Sell

A little light reading for the holidays with Vice's section on BDSM, financial domination and other things not safe for work. Warning: reading those articles is fun, but will not leave you of any wiser. Happy holidays.

Give it to me baby. (Image: Vice article)

Sex sells. Freaky stuff too. Fifty Shades can make you very rich. Some time ago I wrote about a Vice journalist who tried on a male chastity device. A lofty effort to understand BDSM a little better.

How The Grinch Stole Our Christmas

Ever wondered what the weirdest thing is, people give to charity? A few years ago The Grinch stole our Christmas. Recently I asked myself that question as I donated some of the things my love and mistress left behind. It was another crazy December, that made me look back. Today – Boxing Day – a story of a love that wasn’t meant to be. Read on and you’ll understand why every year, around Christmas, I think of her.

Mine looked a little different.

When love leaves town, you box her personal items to be picked up later. Or not. A couple of years ago The Grinch stole our Christmas and all he left me with was the box, a deluxe edition with nipple clamps and other spicy items. Fortunately nipple clamps don’t scare me. The hand that operates them however, does.