Mondays

Like Sir Bob and more. I have shot the whole day down and those who took part. I have listened to something I wished not and now I am bitterer than one could possibly imagine, a cruel cold woman, a cruel cold woman with a grudge on a Monday - a Monday that has been shot down. Hurry Tuesday for you know not your popularity.

Thoughts: BDSM/Fetishism, Culture, Society &The Indivdual

Someone recently sent me a not very pleasant email calling me dull - they may well be right! I did not respond directly, directing the mail to the junk box; but I suppose I have replied in some ways with this post. Off the cuff and in response to an email from a photographer regarding fetishism, I thought I should give my views on 'alternative' practice, in particular BDSM/Fetishism in cultural, individual and societal contexts, an airing.


'I see it this way - alternative movements/trends and fashions do lend themselves somewhat at some point to the mainstream but this is, I see, the commercialisation of a trend which when it does pass over to the other side, then in doing so becomes not an alternative trend. Clearly this is the product life cycle, applicable to all in the capitalist world, for everything is a commodity and everything has a price. These seeming two dimensional states (alternative and mainstream remaining transient) take on another dimension with regard to fetishisms and BDSM because of the base nature of both of the aforementioned. Fetish has/is currently experiencing a cultural resurgence however it is not totally culturally applicable because on a continuum from total repression to total sexual realisation true fetisism that that should be raw and extreme cannot be anything else lest it cease. BDSM/fetishm, as I see it, is a realisation of the sexual mind - and all this in the face of liberalism - as Muse noted society eats itself; as Paglia wrote sadomasochism post mass liberlism; as Baudrillard also wrote about, in great depth; something to the tune of - for everything is porn in a capitalist world and capitalism is inevitable as long as it goes unrecognised. To those outside of the practice of bdsm who want to gain from it not through it - if you are reaching over into the mainstream using fetishism as a theme then our goals are different for I am not intending to take my practice of BDSM/fetishism to the mainstream and have no desire - I wish to remain as sleazy as possible for me Mistress Sadie is not fun; it is drudge - yet light work, pretence - yet truism in explicit, but beyond explicit, form. That is what I have to make it to make life at least 'liveable'.

Call me a pessimist...but a pessimist can break balls far better than an optimist'

Dirty Stick

Dirty Stick: Indeed the name brings to mind, vulgarity, disease and general degeneration and it has to be said that Dirty Stick of Hatfield meets all the above descriptions; vulgar in action, diseased in mind and degenerate as a whole being. The evening past Dirty Stick was admitted to my stable; an action which he will both regret and cherish - in one foul swoop to begin and then in alternating states until the permanent state of sublime submissive euphoria is reached.

After the failed attempt at personal initiation and the CBT cheese grater scenario, the cling film bound to his face and arms distorting his gnomish facial features, which weren't much to speak of in any case, was indeed a sight to behold. Lain, stripped bare and exhausted on the cream thick pile carpet, whilst American Beauty played on the screen before us, he kept on pledging that he wanted to be mine, that everything that was his was mine: 'I just want to be yours' he whined. Well Dirty Stick everything shall be mine. I shall take, take, take; use and abuse and fulfill your wantonness. Beware, they say, for you may just get what you ask for.

Instant recifications; bringing him down a peg

Perusing my website this very evening I was aghast to find a grammatical mistake which made my blood boil for more than one reason - not only was this sound abuse of the English language but who, ultimately, pays for the mistake I ask you? myself, that is who! Mistress Sadie - presented as careless for all to see! Well, I shall jolly well make sure that the record is set straight and that however much I pay is paid back to me doubly so.

A lowly web squirt called Bert(no rhyme intended)decides every now and then to change things as he feels is correct however Bert fails to see that his literary perspective is firmly skewed, his grammar in the gutter and his enthusiasm unknown to a boundary or two; even if one (a boundary) hit him on the nose. The simple fact of the matter was that he was told not to amend text unless I said so; that he was to paste text from my email. I am therefore positively fuming.

In light of this, One has to let it be known that One can only take so much incompetence before taking firm action. Below is the mistake, that I promptly sent in an email to slave Bert himself, outlined for all to see.

Bert
It has come to my attention that you have added Mistress (in large bold type) so that it does not replace 'I' but replicates Mistress Sadie - I should inform you that semi-colons do not indicate the end of a sentence but can be used for; lists, to avoid confusion with commas; clauses, with relation to the previous remark/statement; (and/or) clauses that are too short to be a sentence. I do also believe that very long pauses can also call for semicolons; lets hope you agree.

The sentence in question, your twisted version that is, therefore reads without the clauses and lists in between -

Mistress Sadie, once lost,...;Mistress Sadie is now most certainly found....

SHOULD BE!

Mistress Sadie, once lost,...;...;is now most certainly found...

Here One could use commas but chooses to use semicolons especially in the state of their of decline.

Low sluts like you need to know the correct way.

This, rather your, unforgivable version DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! I would have not, in any instance, given the go ahead for this - I have told you regarding text that you are not to change it - I am to change it and send it to you. What came over you? Explain.

In light of this rash behaviour and resultant embarrassment to E/everyone all round, you are to write a disclaimer at the bottom (included below) before the copyright sign and a letter of apology which shall explain both how and why you caused this awful mess, and due distress to your Mistress - this shall duly be posted on the Blog for all to see.

After this fiasco, a strong word I am aware, I hope you do not make any repeats and I certainly hope you've not gone skiing and that you can make it to Pedestal whereby you shall be punished in a most public manner.

Ms

Obvious non clarity

Fleetingly, the kiss has left me.
Hungry for more strictness and pomp.
Will not always do if it is not more than cannot be done.
Where again a palm or a mind shall land.

Dissatisfaction or Missatisfaction?

My blurred vision allows this: that in the beginning A/all are never satisfied (my mother would tell me when I was younger, that I was or would never be satisfied); some become satisfied; some become dissatisfied again after some initial satisfaction and others are 'missatisfied' - the latter with obvious regard to satisfaction concerning the wrong things, the former - dissatisfied - with regard to lacking any satisfaction at all.

I remain, in this, my introspective vs extrospective moment of self analysis, both dissatisfied and satisfied - that is I am satisfied that I am dissatisfied and would endeavour or expect nothing else, have never done so, and would hope for a sound contradiction for the rest of One's life. After all, life is never so fun except when getting above One's station - you will agree!

Filth: In a dog's own words

As a woman of sound moralistic mind and soul, virtue and intent I have to make public this very email that was sent to me by an[other] over imaginative, over sexed male dog - one full of insatiable lust and animal instinct; a male whose mind is clearly a cesspit of filth and sadomasochistic dispostition - a lowly slut who requires just chastisement for all that has been conceived from within and all that, that potentially, could be conceived further. I once again sit here and sigh, a perspective jaded, to have to again make public the very depths of depravity.


'Mistress

The very moment I saw you walk into the room the other afternoon I at once knew I would be fantasising about this meeting for months to come. You looked absolutely sensational! Springing to my feet eager to place a kiss upon you cheek and show the restaurant I held at least some small association with this beautiful woman. I wondered what onlookers would think - a man sat waiting, pensive, clearly lingering for a superior to arrive. The beautiful, dominant boss entering, eyes turning to the line of the sharp cut suit and seamed hosiery. Clearly she was entertaining a favoured worker, perhaps a Christmas reward for good service during the year. Their meeting starting warmly but cordially. However as the meal progressed, and wine from Southern regions drunk, she began to show quite openly how this subordinate was in fact a pet - teasing him with hand fed sweets, having him lick from her fingers. Then as they departed it could quite clearly be heard that she was taking him to the ladies toilets for him to lick her a**e. This, not the meal, the true gift for his loyal servitude the proceeding year. Half a dozen faces must have flushed crimson in shock and ill-concealed envy. Swiftly he moved behind her as she strode forth purposefully to public female lavoratories. The filthy, sluttish honour of crawling in my suit upon that floor, tongue desperately trying to gain depth and intimacy within Mistress. Jaw strained, eyes closed with the sound of p*ssing and idle chatter echoing off the tiled walls and porcelain seats. I would have paid so very dearly for a picture of that scene. The slave thoroughly reminded of his place both by the symbolism of the act and swift slaps to the face, followed by spittle spat with a snarl down his throat. A different man left that stall to the one that arrived.'