Tales of a Kentucky Dom

Food

2010-07-21T13:29:00.001-07:00

Had an idea for a total blog but google is not letting me create it. IEatGlutenFree, basically due to my slave I now eat mostly gluten free. And you know what? I love it, the foods you make that are gluten free are not only higher in quality but fresher as well as often times if your creative in the kitchen cheaper to eat as well. I wanted to make the blog and then just post pics and show off how one is able to eat gluten free and brag a little. But apparently blogspot is demanding a phone number from me so that is not going to happen.

lazy gits

2008-09-04T20:42:00.000-07:00

yup that's me.

i have been slacking hard for over a year now. but lets face facts your not really interested in how busy i am or how i keep taking more collage courses then i can really handle. on the good side i did have a teaching opportunity at the MARK in Nashville the other week. on the down side one of my business partners moved to Florida on short notice.

all in all much to busy and not enough time doing what i love.

beating and torturing my slut.

keep an eye out i might post some pics....

bonding and bondage

2007-03-29T10:18:00.000-07:00

Why is it that I am such a total bastard?

Feel free to not answer that the question is not really directed at you. More at myself and at the world in general.

Its not that I am doubting myself or that I am doubting anything I do or the way I do it its just I am questioning the reason why.

Here is an example.

I have a Wed night schedule. Its pretty set in stone and if i was not to show up it would inconvenience a few other people and I enjoy the time I spend together with my friends.

But I also have a few hours to kill in between that and my last class for the day. So like the good sexual deviant that I am i quickly go from class to over to My slaves home to take advantage of her and use My little sex slave for my amusement.

Hmmmm maybe a little bit of explaining is in order....

You see over the winter holidays a there was a little bit in the change of dynamic in O/our relationship. My sweet adorable little slut has become my sweet adorable and loving slave.

This is a bit of a change for the both of U/us.

1. I have never had a slave before
2. she had never felt the need before to become a owned slave.
3. It is a reevaluation of our lives that W/we have lived so far. Where W/we want our lives to go and a frank stark look at how W/we are going to get there.

Now back to the gut check that was all ready in progress.

Because of the shift of power (was there a shift or just a realization of it already) there is some things that I have been changing slowly about my little slave. For example... push-ups and sit-ups. she has been assigned to exercise every morning after attending to the needs of her little puppy.

And between breaking her back. My dislocating her shoulder through extra vigorous sex and what not she has really impressed me with how hard shes been working out and its already starting to show.

Example several of her coworkers have mentioned that shes looking better and made passes at her. (question why should I be happy that someone is making a pass at my baby,)

Well to get back to my rambling i have also introduced the idea of getting her damn mail out of the mailbox every day like a normal person does and not let it build up until the end of the month and they finding out about surprise bills.

I am only "allowed" to check her mail after she has gotten home. And if i find mail in her mail box she will receive spankings. 10 per item of mail. after the first 30 with the hand she moves on to the leather paddle and after another 30 she gets the metal paddle.

Now ask yourself if you was faced with the chance that your ass might receive the attention of a metal paddle that hurts like hell using it just lightly and after getting your ass warmed with a leather paddle and a hand do you not think that you would check your mail every day?

yup.. but some days she feels lucky and decides that I probably wont check the mail. those are the days that I like. Its a little bit like Christmas I open the box and find little presents for me. A reason to exert my dominance and also to inflict pain and torture on my wonderful little slave.

Now I can hear in your head. "well if your calling yourself a master you don't need an excuse. you just can"

Ya well no shit but I like there to be a rhyme and reason. Treating a punishment of this nature as casual or at least seen as a just because I want to is counter productive to actual training.

Think of a poor little abused puppy who is beat for no reason. If you were to just call it over it would likely curl up and piss itself and cause it to get in trouble. If that's the kind of servant that your looking for you have issues and need a bullet in the fucking head.

But back to the story. I stopped at the mail box on my way to her place and found two items. a flier for pizza and a have you seen me letters for resident. now I am not going to count the flier as that's just trash that i don't think they need to put in the mail. The second I believed her story that she had just checked it coming in from the store with dinner and that I had just gotten there after the mailman.

This resulted in a favorite past time of mine called beat the whore.

WWWWhhheeeee I love my sex life. Now if you read a lot about the lifestyle and how scening works you will find references like subspace. Well there is also Domspace. this is a zone I feel more centered while inflicting punishment. I am calmer more in control almost and yet more ready and willing to inflict harsher punishments and being brutal fucking.

Its the part of me that slaps my slave in the face while fucking her so she wont learns to look at me in the eyes so I can see the fear in her eyes and watch the tears fall across her face.

Now yesterday I was VERY cruel I was told and shook her down to her core during sex. "Ya go me" I scared her so much she admitted later as I was holding her in bed. That she had given up the idea of my letting her cum at all during the scene and that i was mind fucking her as well. And that she was having troubles getting her head around how I had shaken her so far.

Now I will freely admit that read a lot and will steal ideas to use in bed and how I can be a more capable Master for her. Because of reading I have been taking ideas on how to get her to beg in a more believable fashion and as how to push the limits on verbal abuse during sex.

When I tried out a little taste of something I had been reading on her, the responce I got back was "wow, if you take out the bit about my tits and the whore part You would sound just like my dad when i was in high school.

WOW talk about a gut check.

So I have to ask myself why am such a total bastard and where is it do I draw the line at pushing the limits of my slave, so not only can she still look at me with respect but also Myself.

Toe's and Cunts

2006-11-06T12:07:00.000-08:00

Ahhh weekends.

Oh how i love and despise them for what they are.

What are they?

Thier the days that i get up extra early to work and to not do the school work that has been assigned by my stoner professors.

For example saterday at work I tried to do the math home work assigned.

INSANELY UNEXPLAINED IN CLASS!!!!!

Ok I know my math class isnt realy hard. Hell its a intro class for you to take the basic level of math. But damnit i want shit explained. Our teachers behavior makes me want to insert a cherry bomb in one of her sexual orrafaces. (and befor you bitch, I beleive women have 3 of them so shut your cunt hole)

So needless to say that math didnt get done this weekend. But it did get done in the free math lab that you can camp in to get things done.

So enough about math on to anouther class......

Let me start this story off with a short lil info fact i found out this weekend.

TAKEING TRASH FROM A DUMPSTER BEHIND A GUN STORE IS A FELONY.

You read right. felony.

My art teacher has sent us his lil forced labor out to salvage for materials for our current art project. Making bird houses for habitate for humanity.

And I in my over tad bit overexuberance found out that lil factoid up there while I was in said dumpster and the owner of the shop came out to throw way some stuff and confronted me while wearing his gun.

Isnt collage life fun?

But thanks to his help in telling me where to find some junk at I ended up with a massive supply of stuff.

Massive. If I wanted to I could supply parts to the rest of the class and still have stuff left over for my project.

But my lil slut was disapointed I went and did it all on my own because i promised her the chance to mock me while I hopped in and out of dumpsters so to make it up to her and to reward her I decided to give her a lil extra treat sunday during sex.

A forced 8 min orgasm.

Yes it was 8 mins I timed and i didnt let up.

Now I can hear the desbeive all ready starting up out there in blogger land.

So let me offer up to you this....

Guys get this and your women will fear orgasms, girls get this and you can use it on your feet and still beable to tease your cunt.

Its increadable. Its low setting is 6000/5000 rpm's

So I was laying next to my lil slut and I started stroking her with it while it was turned off. Kind of a tease to what was to come. And after this lil fun for a bit i turned it on low and stroked her body with it. That and holding her legs closed between mine where she couldnt move her ready cunt up to it was a real tease for her. After a bit of that I started in on her pierced nips. If any of you read my sluts blogg you all ready know about her pierced nips and how the first night after getting them done I teased her with a feather and even that allmost made her scream from sensation.

So now that they have healed after about 8 months you can just imagine the fun i have teasing and torturing her. I stroked her tits with low, her nips with low, her tits with high, ramping it to high and then grazing the metal with the head. Moving it back to low and then stroking her neck and chest befor lowering it back down her trapped legs and then teasing the back/top of her thighs and letting her open them up. and then the stroking of the inside and the top of her mound. Man I love being an asshole.

She was whimpering and begging in lil pleading noises that I enjoy to torture her with.

And because Im not compleatly heartless I eventualy let it touch her clit. Stroking her lips and then grazing them on low and pulling away. Some times moving it to high and just slighly letting it touch and pulling it away sharply. then turning it on low and pressing hard in to her and as she was gasping dealing with the sensation I would turn it off and grind it in to her clit hard. Twisting it moving it against her like I was stabbing her cunt with the vibrator.

And because I'm a guy and damnit I want my fun as well I teased her up till she was allmost forcing me out of bed with her legs being open so much I would slap her cunt. hard open palmed and then wipe my sticky hand off across her face, after a lil bit of this I mounted my slut.

Now she loves being forced. haveing her cunt just penatrated like she was being raped. (a fav type of her play) but I didnt this time I eases the head in and then just packed complealy out. back and forth back and forth and this combined with the vib being turned on low drove her insane. To the point of sobbing for me to just get in side of her and wanting to know why im torturing her so.

:) damn I have a great sex life.

but evently i combined the thrusting on low with my pull out strokes on high and had fun. untill the point that she was tryig to pull her hair out with the primal urge to cum and not doing it because i had not giving her permission yet. (btw while she begs its a great time to degrade her verbaly, and slaps to the face only make her want to cum more)

and then I buried myself and cranked it up high and gave her permission to cum. Then teasing it back and forth i kept the pressure on for the full 8 mins. Slapping her with my hands and demanding that she keeps cumming. For the full 8 mins

Anouther intresting fact my sluts toes some of them are double jointed. Well she curled them so hard she dislocated one of her toes.

hehehe my sex life is so much fun.

Tomatoe is not allways a damn ToMAtoe

2006-10-09T18:34:00.000-07:00

So the thought accoured to me a while back.
What is aftercare to me? and more inportantly what is after care to my lil sllut?

Now this is not allways a question asked by Doms. What does your bottom think aftercare is? Hell can you put in your own words what aftercare is? more often then not (i know i think it is a lot) aftercare to me is sex. After beating my sllut for an hour I'm ready to rip in to her cunt like a hog to the trough.

An I think most of the time that shes happy with it.

But I think that this is a more important question we all need to be asking ourselves more often. am I doing the right thing by the person that I beat?

Think about that for a while,

The wages of SIN is PAIN

2006-08-12T08:46:00.000-07:00

So I know I'm not a good guy. Hell I'm not even mildly good. I know deep down that subatomic level that I keep my soul that I'm not even mildly pleasant. At work the other day we were having the discussion on the possible end place on my soul and all agreed that the best I could hope for was to end up in purgortory.

my temper is one of my sin's. I hate with a passion. I mock almost all that I see and I'm overly critical (so I've been told).

well what can I say I don't like people? That's not true I like kids. I like them till about 12 yr old then they can go back to annoying their parents.

I don't like it when my hate comes out. I'm not a nice person when I have a level head (just ask my lil pain slut about my eyes when I'm hurting her during forplay) so when I loose my top I really loose my top. I even had to see a shrink for a while because of my temper, so when I say its bad trust me, its bad.

Now where am I possibly going with this well I lost my top recently, and if you read my lil painsluts blog you can guess just how it went on. Well your wrong. Lets start a lil bit sooner but not by much then the 0230 wake up call.

I was trying to sleep. I had something important in the morning and it was one of the few times that sleeping at night instead of the day light hours was important. And as I layed on my bed staring at the ceiling in my lil hole of a room. It came to my attention that several times that my sub has told me that she would do something and then had not. Now I'm not going to be overly harsh. She did only have a complete vech break down when one of them was due and oh yah had to travel 300 miles for a funeral leaving at 2100 hours after only a couple scant hours notice.

like I said I wasn't going to be overly harsh...... but its amazing how plan's get fucked up isn't it.

part of why my mood was sour was that my girl had visited me at work. Not always a bad thing but she had pouted and whined for wine. Yah you watch that movie with Meg Ryan and what's his name where their in France and he sez that the power a women has over a man comes from the pout? Don't believe it, trust me pouting makes me want to cut someone and pour salt and lemon juice in the wound.

so I called her up at 0230 and yes she was happily sleeping enjoying her moscato daze when I asked her if she had gotten those shirts made yet. And her response was "bah humbug". I said excuse me what did you say? "bah humbug I shouldn't have to answer that" was her response.

attention Houston we have lift off of temper.

I informed her that if she did not get the shirts made that she promised to get made 2 months ago that I would be cutting off all affection to her for that many days as well.

now my lil slut is no fool and I think her cunt almost died with those words and she dropped off the shirts to go get made as well as some shirts as a present to me a whole day early. She made the mistake of asking me if there was anything else that she could do and that gave me an idea.

so I had her dress up in her pleated lil skirt and her version of the shirt in question and made sure she knew to wear panties as well. This is in portant because I have her conditioned she has almost forgotten to wear panties and bra's when she goes home and visits family.

so when I went over there I gave her a lil kiss and sent her to fetch the shirts and I went up stairs to get the paddles. The hard leather paddle that I got from a pain pig friend of mine gave me to help fill out my collection of toys. I also got the metal paddle. Now the metal paddle is so nasty that I could offer up something that I know she might not like and then offer the other choice as the paddle and know that no matter how sick and wrong the first choice was that's what she would choose.

In no gentle way I pulled her over my knee and then lifted up her skirt. And then pulled down her panties. All the while informing her that if she was going to act like a child that I would treat her like a child. I then gave her 5 or so warmup smacks with my hand and then gave her 75 whacks with the leather paddle. This was for a previous offence that doesn't need to be mentioned here. But trust me they were well deserved. She bucked and wailed and cried and the fact that I wasn't counting them out loud I think drover her a Lila crazy. Occasional I let her ass cool down some while I beat her but then when I used the metal paddle I let in to her.

hard

fucking hard.

so hard that she tried to put her hands over her ass to protect it and I smacked them and yelled for her to keep them out of the way. So hard that as she struggled she kicked me in the head. of these I gave her 70 whacks.
then I made her with her panties still around her knees stand in the corner as I took pics of her red ass. And informed her that when she got out that she would have to write an apology note to the person who wanted the shirt in the first place.

then when I let her out she wrote the note on the paper that had a pic of her beaten ass on it.

then becaquse I'm a sick fuck and I enjoy hurting women I let her blow me and then fuck me sitting on the couch in reverse cow girl style. pullin at her hips making her slam her red beaten ass down on my hips over and over again.

I'm in now way ashamed to say that she cried she was hurting so bad.

then after I came I let her suck my greasy cock clean. And left. Now this was the first time ever of fucking my lil slut that i haven't let her get off. and I'm happy to say that she was bright enough to not even risk begging for permission.

a quiz

2006-08-01T08:38:00.000-07:00

If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweasel

Your first name:

How you gained your rule:

Your title is:

Your Majesty - straight-up, no fuss

Your symbol is:

a Jack Russel terrier, because of Wishbone

You rule from:

a floating castle - ABOVE A VOLCANO!!

At your side is:

your trained cheetah, Speedy - go fetch me a soda!

Your enforcers, troops, and guards are all:

archers with mad skillz

Your most popular law is:

No more speakers on cars that rattle windows of homes

Your least popular law is:

Banning of people over six foot two

Your worst enemy is:

Johnny Depp - possibly hotter than you in good light

Your popularity rating is:: 22%

Your chance of being overthrown is:: 64%

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diet coke and burbon is bad.

2006-07-12T00:55:00.000-07:00

So I just woke up from a nightmare.

Standard stuff, with a twist this time. I dreamed myself and a few others had survied a crash by a WW2 B-17 on to an island filled with life and dinosaurs. . betrayal on someones part caused the cabin of the plan to be moved closer to the water of the water which caused us to be attacked by friendly forces and because the attacking planes WSO (weapon system officer) had butterfingers they bombed the island with a deadly Bio-weapon that destroyed all life on it.

I mean destroyed all live. Trees crumbled in to dust under this bomb. Because the cabin was close to the water were were able to get it in quickly enough to use it as a raft and try to get away. This lead to a series of fast foward struggles of us trying to stay ahead of the desease.

Along the way the virus mutates in to something that dosent kill all life it creates..... wait for it....

ZOMBIES!!!!!!!

This time the zombies could only come out at night (bonus!!!) right now my sub has just rolled her eyes and is thinking of course what else would he have a nightmare about. But befor i get to that i want to get in to how people were huddling in unwashed masses in partialy destoryed factories hiding not from the zombies but from the desease. This soon changed for me as i found a man doing work on the plumbing setting up a useable shower. My use of it would soon lead him to try to poison me with a bit of wine laced with the desease.

Some people just dont know how to share. As the hords of people moved from the warehouses in the day light i found myself trying to save not only a small child (think 6th sense small). I found myself running threw the streets not in fear of a zombie but in stead of lady death. The idea that one of the refuges filled with the sorrow and the pain around her became death and then road on her horse (that was so fast it seemed more like flirting between everyone as we ran in fear). i found myself not only trying to save this child but a women who had become his addoptive mother and my own lil Olly.

If you dont know my lil Oliver is a Jack Russell terrorist that i spend a great deal of my day pampering. now here comes the rub of it all. we hid in a van from the zombies because it was getting dark and for some reason the zombies were burned by light. Now the child and women and I understood that movement attracts attention and attention = zombies!!!!

So I held my puppy in my dream and snapped his lil puppy neck so that I wouldn't die. Now because im not a compleat and utter bastard (said the man who just told you he killed his puppy to save his life.) I woke up and then had a nice cuddle with oliver, this lead the lil monster to wake up and need to be taken out side. Which at 3AM does look like its just one stumbing man away from being a horror movie, has anyone ever thought of the pets in a zombie movie? all the ones who die locked in a house pinning away for a master who would never return home. How about the pets who wonder the streets admist the zombies trailing the leashes and leads that they thier dead masters let go as thier bodies are rended limb from limb.

Just a lil thought from a man who had a nightmare.

How many times did you almost die today?

2006-06-28T22:51:00.000-07:00

FIRST I'm not condoning violence in the workplace or anything of that nature. Besides the violence that happens in the bedroom between consenting ADULTS. That I will whole heartedly condone.

That now being said lets ask yourself how many times have you almost died in one day?

Today I worked at one of the more ghetto liquor stores. Now I will admit a generalization of people who drink. FUCKING IDIOTS. The rare person who comes in to a liquor store, who knows actual quality in what to drink, and can pose a thought provoking question is so rare that I'm starting to stop looking at people and mocking them and just looking at people and hoping that they might have more then 2 brain cells.

Now I will admit that I'm actually drinking right now as I write this. Not only am I drinking but I'm mixing very good 10 yr old bourbon with warm coke. What separates me from the swine that I serve on a almost daily level?

Is it that I'm X-military and have seen the world?
nope.

Is it that I unlike so many of them have an IQ in the triple digits?
hell no.

Is it because their tattooed?
nope I'm tattooed myself.

Its because I know there are limitations to everyone and I accept mine.
I know I work in a sucky job.
I know I don't have the education that others have
There are loads more but this isn't about how much I suck but how much everyone else does.

Our first example on the block tonight, is a women ill be kind and say she was middle 30's of age pulled up and screamed at me, to go get her a bottle of what sounded to me as "Henery" I actually asked her in a semi polite tone what "Henery" was and was told in a clearer tone "ENVY ITS BESIDES THE HYPNOTIC, now chop to it".
Now if you have ever had the misfortune of missing the chance to listen to a women of Kentucky acting like she has actually been fortunate enough to experience the world. But is still fucking dumb enough to think that "ENVY" is a real drink that's not being pimped off by the rap world as something to sell to people who want to be "gansta", don't its fucking dumb.

To experience the same thing listen to the sound of Marry Poppins talking backwards while hitting your head with a frying pan and listing to DMX turned up way to loud. (which by the way is about the level your nob sez ON)

It was my extreme pleasure to tell her that Oops sorry we don't have any of that. You will have to come again next week.

Next fuck up of humanity was a 24 yr old kid with 3 of the most annoying traits that I find in a fuck up.

1. A man wearing a pink shirt. WTF Mate a man wearing a pink shirt is just a giant flag to the rest of the world as a please beat me up I'm a fucking pansy.

2. He had a pop'd up collar. Am I only one who thinks that men with popped up collars are one of the gayest looking fucktards in the world? To me there is now greater sign to the world. Saying 'I'M A POMPOUS TWIT PLEASE MAKE FUN OF ME!!!1!". For a stellar example of it look at the pic I've provided for your viewing pleasure.

3. ATTITUDE. There are times that attitude is not only called for but absolutely needed. For example when you have a women kneeling down and kissing your feet. You better have attitude and bring it hard. But, when i go out of the way to make eye contact with you walk over to a empty cash register, open it up, and announce in a clear concise voice. ''Sir I can help you over here" you had better not ignore me. And when my boss is looking at me in that "why are you not helping him" when I ask you again if you need any help.

DO NOT WALK OVER TO ME WITH ENOUGH ATTITUDE THAT I SHOULD SOME HOW GET ON MY FUCKING KNEES THAT YOU DECIDE TO GRACE ME WITH YOUR PRESENCE.

This kid walks up to me and give me a 6 pack of bitch beer and a halfpint of basic whisky. Its not even the basic 7 year but the ultra cheap (by that i mean a fucking buck off) 4 year. He looks young to me so i get to employ my very fun right to card anyone that I feel like and ask him for ID.
He pulls out a Military ID and then tosses it at on the table. I pick it up check it out, hes of age and happens to be active duty Airforce.

This explains a bit of that attitude as he seems to be just young, dumb, and full of cum.

He tries to pay with credit card( and I wonder about people who pay for something like Booze on a credit card). and the back is not signed. So once more I card this lil punk and explain to him that I have to card him because he didnt take the whopping 3 seconds it takes to sign the back of a card. Hell I have more respect for people who put C ID on the back of thier cards. Despite the fact that they didn't the loads of extra effort in replacing the C with SEE.

To which this lil ass punk pulls out his ID and tosses it on the counter again at me. Now I know that with a name like sidebottom that it was his credit card cause anyone with a pair of balls would have changed that fucking name the day they got out from under thier parents wings.

Now let me explaine something that might make this a lil bit more clear why this is annoying me.
I just happen to be a 6 foot two biker, who needs to shave, whoes bike is parked on the side walk in front of the store so that everyone has to look at it. when I walked in to work today I left my helmet on and walked up to the whore who works there on the same night as me and leaned over at her and then I put my hand on counter and then scared her so much by just acting myself she admited that she pee'd herself a lil bit when i reached up to take off my helmet.

so when a 24 year old punk give me attitude just because "hes in the airforce"

it tends to annoy me.

A LOT

A FUCKING LOT.

I just wish I could start hitting customers who need it.

Which brings me up to the last loser.

A couple brings up to me to ring up a six of bitch beer. some margerita mix with the alchohal all ready in it. (guess the brand) and an other half pint of fucking cheap ass 4 yr old basic whisky.

I'm slightly annoyed still from the punk so I get to play my lets card everyone game and then the women suprise suprise. "I dont have my ID its in the truck" twirl hair here. I say with a large smile sorry ma'am you have to leave the store you have to have proof of being 21 to even be in the store. to which the pissy lil fucks who were in thier late 30's leave the booze on the counter and march out. "We dont need to be subected to this'' Is what they say as and i which i could make this shit up. tilted thier head up and walked out.

Now I what you to think to the 3 examples above you. If you even think you might be
resempling something that I might feel the need to make fun of, just think that your just anouther step closer to getting you god damn head fucking kicked in by a huge fucking biker who is realy fucking pissed off at all the idiots that I have to deal with.

You have been warned.

For man or mutants..

2006-06-06T13:45:00.000-07:00

So there is a Harley comerical. That's a tie in for the X-man 3 movie, and the voice over actor proclaims... Harely Davidson... for man or muntant. and in my mind i had to ask my self if that was or wasnt a horrable way to refer to women.

Ya thats right I heard muntants and I thought they were making a joke about women.

I was watching tv with my lil sexy slut and this comerical cam on and I pointed out just how horrable that was to refer to women and she asked me just how much I hated women.

And after thinking about his for a lil bit longer I think I realy do hate women.

Not in a gay I love cock more then cunt kind of way but in a why most women are scum and they dont deserve any respect kind of way.

Let me give you a couple of examples of my loathing of some females.

1. My old girl friend she was british and I met her when I was stationed in the UK. I dated her for over 4 years and I spent all of my leave allmost every year as well as about 3 grand total to spend 1 fucking month with her while she visited me for a month in alaska and I helpeld pay for her to stay with me. typical boy friend stuff when your in a long distance relationship.

Flash foward to the break up.

she waited till I went to visit her in the UK for her to calmly sit on my lap and tell me that she had been cheating on me since our second month of dating and I needed to start seeing other women. And then asked me to just go home back to alaska and just forget the rest of my vacation.

There is more to that story but I dont want to punch anything so i'll leave it at that.

2. As i eluded to earlier I was in the military. and whats more shocking i was a NCO (i was a sergent) and i had a female troop who had never had a mechanical job befor and made a list of complaints about me that she tried to go above my head to my boss about. items that was on the list include..

-My boots were not shiney. (there are rules about your uniform that say your boots have to be black and buff, but your book you have to study to make rank it sez black and shiney)

-I paid to much attention to her when I was supervising the work bay.( never mind the fact that I was told to watch her specialy because she had never touched a wrench befor in her life)

-That I daired to send someone else home for having a good uniform. (my boss told me to inspect the troops and that the person with the best uniform could go home for the day).

This girl was so up her own ass that she automaticly assumed that she should be the one sent home early. Never mind that her and the kid that i sent home had the same amount of wrinkles on the back of thier shirt her hair was all ready starting to fall out of a bun and rest on her collar. this was the reason i sent him home for the day. She had gotten so upset that by the time she had gotten through her list she was stomping her foot and crying and calling me to my face that I was a bad sergent and I should be punished.

This in my view is not only a typical stance by women in the military but all women in life.

So i ask you.

Wouldnt you hate women too?

shabaricon rules

2006-06-06T13:41:00.000-07:00

ahhh where to start with describing shabaricon....

ived decided i cant so go check out my slluts blog shes going in to it in greater detail.

and if your wondering why im being short with this entry...(and the others to follow) its because i got an ear infection and am wondering why im not in bed

Flying

2006-05-10T23:21:00.000-07:00

Some days I dream I can fly.

This isnt the typical flying where your superman or even that your really a bird.

No I dream that I have huge leatherly wings on my back. Dark purple and black wing, with yellow high lights. But then again in my dreams I see myself compleatly like this, with claws in stead of fingers and a legs a lot like a dogs but with tallons. I dont dream of soaring I dream the dreams of a preditor. Of spotting my prey and then diving down on it. Tackling it and snapping its neck and then festing on its body. Stuffing my face with its body its blood smeared across me like a wild thing.

When Im wake sometimes I feel as I move though that the wings are there. Large things ready for me to spread to proclame myself to let loose a roar and see what scurries away.

prey

Is this a dream that is often come to people who are Doms or Dommes? I wonder do subs and slaves dream of being a small furry thing being hunted and then killed by a stronger thing?

Am I a dragon in my dreams?

Or am I the monster with dreams of being human?

I HIT WOMEN

2006-05-10T23:03:00.000-07:00

Well I do but a while back I had shirts made telling the world about it. Then when I thought my family had thrown it away because of the message accross the front of it i had 3 more made. I wear them to fetish meetings and even around town.

I was wearing one the other day when my girlfriend an I went down to Nashville to go to the local munch gathering. "Why" I hear you asking yourself. Well because to sell rope and get a buisness started you need a lot of face time with people and getting yourself known as the guy with the shirt is a good way for people to remember you. IMHO

But then after the munch my lovely and I went to the Opery Mills Mall, and yes I still wore the shirt. This is a highly amusing thing, at least to me it is.

To see how many grown men would turn away as if i was some sort of deformed monster amuses me. Not to mention all the "Socially Empowered Women" who give me looks of disgust, and lets not forget all the teenygoths at hottopic who probly went back inside trying to find my shirt up on the wall.

SUCKERS !!!!

Im going to get my girl a shirt that sez....

AND HE LEAVES BRUISES

that way we can wear them together when we go out.

I have to wonder just how bad I would have to with them to be kicked out of a store...

Play Time for Savage

2006-04-29T09:16:00.000-07:00

So i promised my self that i would post something about the lifestyle befor i posted more inane dribblings from my mind.

to know why my sub is so excited read here....

http://www.painsllut.blogspot.com/

Now a word about tens play. If your mind came up with images of back stimulators that releave muscle fatigue your about half there. What tens play means to me is using a special made tens unit thats not made for just muscle pain but for erotic pleasure. It can make your body tingle in a way that is the equavalent to chocolate to a womens sex drive. (all things i say like this is my own conclusins as no women in her right mind will tell you the secrets to her sex drive) Thier is a variety of products to use with a tens unit from bi-polar probes, (eletrical butt plugs), to vaginal inserts, (dildo with bite), to pads, to a pussy shield(think a womens version of a cup that nips at her), and for those guys who like it as well a cock shielth and bands for the balls, (think of a electrical pocket pussy that works you), oh and flex probes, (think of a moveable probe thay you can torment someone with).

I buy this kind of E-stim products here http://www.erostek.com/

but enough about stuff you dont realy care about.

To start the evening I striped my lovely lil slut and tied her to her bed spread eagle. This is a handy posture to take when doing bondage on a bed as I allows access to the parts that you want and will give her the sense (correctly) of lack of power. Then i lit candles in the room to create a mood and a pleaseing scent. When your doing BDSM you have to think with all of your body. scents, sights(or lack of), tempeture (ever sex a women act sexy shivering? didnt think so), hearing(pleasing water sounds, emo music, lack of sound, ect), and what shes feeling against her body(in this case silk sheets).

There is a medicin smell that comes when you put the adhisive on the rubber pads. Oh yes im a freak i use the old style rubber pads with my tens unit. The ones I have a a lil big so i need to get the small ones as well. I figure mile per mile the rubber ones last longer and do a better job. but on to the torment of a poor women. As you can by her excitment of my slut in her blog she loves tens play. and so do I, its a lot of fun with out a lot of effort on my part.

If she didnt have her silk sheets on her bed I would have gotten a few of her dribbly candles ready and done some wax play with her as well and coated the pads with dried wax and encased her tits with it. (ps this makes it hard to get off if her nips are pierced). But my slut has requested that she be able to see when we do wax play as she has been badly burned on her nipple during wax play. And despite how much I love to torture her im not that fucked in the head. So on went her blindfold and just for extra effort her strap on her full head harness gag. Of all the gags I have this is one of my favorites as it actualy does the job and you can not get it out by fighting it.

The tens unit stock from the company has 18 modes. (ps you can down load 96 more of them!) and i started her off with random program #2, and then turned off the lights and closed the door after saying something to the effect of enjoy. And the look on her face as she screamed thinking that i had left her alone for possably hours at a time to be teased this way was priceless. I think thats why I love bdsm. the torture of someone, mental as well as physical, and sexual fuels the fires in my chest. I acutaly feel better watching someone suffer under me. It feels me a sense of power like I am god.

She was able to tell i was in the room after a while because when ever she would scream and moan I would play with the tens unit and change a setting. Then i opened the door and pretended to come in side and asked her if she had cum yet. She shook her head no and whined. so I told her she could cum as much as she could for the next 30 mins, and in case you were wondering with the right experences a women can cum on comand just on audio comand. So when a women complains that you didnt get her off smack her and tell her shits going to be different and ill send you the directions on how to condition your girls in to cum hungry lil whores like my lil slut. But back to the tens play because i am a compleat and utter bastard i turned the tens unit to a setting called torment.

Basicly what this is a setting that teases her with a very gental build up of stimulation and then cuts it off compleat and makes you wait for the next batch. Oh you should have listend to the way she cried when she figured what was up. I acutaly kept that up for about 33 min instead of the promised 30. Then I switched it over to orgasm mode and let her cum, and then when I left it on that setting I teased her with some feathers I have and mixed that up with my crop and pony whip and my metal cane.

yes thats right a metal cane and it is wicked. ill post a pic of it someday. I then beat/teased her body for anouther 20 mins and let her cum repeatly. Hell it was less let her cum but told her to cum over and over again, and in case your wondering yes just thinking of the power that gives in a sex life is making me a lil bit hard.

So what do you do after 1 hour 20 mins of forplay? why fuck her hard of course. and trust me there is nothing better then sliding in to your women after her cunt is sore from cumming so much and then using and abusing her even more.

well there is a lot more hours that i have promised my slut so ill post more on this play soon.

the night time is the right time...

2006-04-20T01:52:00.000-07:00

If you know that movie quote then your allready a step ahead in knowing my mind set.

Ya i know this isnt want your expecting. Your thinking hey wait this is a blog buy a guy who hits women for thier sexual pleasure......

and his first post is about a dumb movie from the 80's?

WTF MATE....

This blog is about my MIND. And i can safely say that since i saw Dan Aykroyd in a mowhawk back in the 90's that i havent been able to get it out of my mind ever since.

Besides it was one of Tom Hanks last funny movies. And what more, who wants to talk to a guy whos only thoughts in life is filled with "hmmmm I wonder how I can hit a bitch today?"

But no tonight i cant sleep, because i drank to many energy drinks at work. Oh yes i work hitting women is good work, but only if you can find it. and as i dont wany payment from my GF for our sex life that forced me to go out and find a real job.

Well as real as i want to be at the moment. You see I work at a liquor store, yup im a clerk im the realy helpfull guy who helps you carry your 5 cases of beer that you thought you didnt need a cart to get up to the counter so i can mock you as soon as you leave. Most of the time its boring standing around work, but other nights its great.

Like the other week when i got cused at by a 18 yr old because i threw him out of the store.

"GASP"

you mean that people under the age of legal age try to enter a store and buy booze?

yup and then they swear and kick things and you call the cops on them and then you just want a bag of popcorn.

but on to last night.

I usualy work at one store but it seems that every Wed night they dont need me and try to send me home. Now why they do this when I walk in and not fucking call me so I could you know not drive the 30 mins there just to drive right fucking home and not make any money. But there is an alternitive to this. its called work at one of the other stores. this was the option that i took last night. but as I was listing to one manager talk to the other it seems that I would be going to the other store to make up for the slack ass that was a recent higher. It seems that some chick instead of actualy doing work bitches and complains allnight about her body hurting or that she was raped the night befor and asking to be sent home early.

yes thats right I said it raped.

why she would be at work and not at a police station I dont know but people who act like that piss me off. Of course a lot of things piss me off and if you read this for very long you will understand that.

But I went over there and as I expected it was a very lovely blonde women who was the problem. This person then became my amusement for the rest of the night. Of course her very amusing thing as i rolled up to the store that she said to me as she was smoking out side was. "i want a ride on your bike." No shit the first thing she said to a strange man who pulled up to a liquor store at 5pm on a weeknight is that. Some people you can actualy sence a selfpreservation instinct, alas this was note the case. Her whole attitude was of course they "im pretty i dont have to do anything" approach to employment. It was also the approach to her mannor of dress. her pants were jeans and was those low hip hugger ones, the ones ment to show off your slutty underwear if you dont wear a belt with them. and guess what, there wasnt one. But the part i found realy fucking funny was that the back of her pants had slashed in the seat of the pants that showed off the fact that her underwear was thongs because thats how high up they were. Also there are somethings you will expect in americans andkentucky raised people. About 50-100 lbs over weight. As I threw out a back handed complament about "gee dont you think its rough being such a low body weight it must be hard getting women to like you?" She went in to a rant for about 5 mins about how hard it was living life with only 5% body fat.

There are things you come to expect in life and the worse in humanity is one of them. Thats why when bullshitting latter i found it very amusing to find out that she holds down "3" jobs. When she said this the managers behind her both looked up from the rebuild of the car seat switch and both gave me dirty looks as i feigned intrest in what she was trying to sell me. At one point when i went to go see the wine dude i found her in the back flirting with him so she could drink free wine on the job.

Do I need to go in to more why I didnt like this bitch?

Didnt think so. But in my bordom i had to many energy drinks as i worked my ass off helping customers and restocking the shelves and fridge. Yes helping customers is boring, its a fact of life. If they were intresting they wouldnt be in a liquor store on a weeknight getting 218 bucks of fucking bud light.

But all of this is my oppion i suppose and just like the man said.

all im looking for is the facts

"just the facts"

Tales from the Dom side....

2006-04-19T23:28:00.000-07:00

So you may be thinking to yourself....

Ok what the fuck is this all about?

Here is the short version, its about my life and my mind.

Now for the long.

I'm a Dom, that would be slang for a someone who is in the alternative lifestyle. Now you maybe wondering why im creating a blog now for what seems to be something you might not be intrested in. Well if your not intrested in it you dont have to read it, and i would prefer that people who are small minded enough to think that any thing other then in the dark one possition sex to stay out. After all the alt lifestyle is one of the fastest growing sexual trends in america today.

Those that might be intrested in might wonder what some of the things that goes through the mind of a man who does these things. But thats not what this blog is for. Nope this blog is for me and me alone.

I will be posting things about what I have done and things that have intrested me in the past.

but i will also be posting things about the world i see around me. Things that annoy me and things that just amuse me to no end.

stay tuned.

and if your my sub, i love you baby.