My boy

In 16 days, Kyle will be coming for a visit, and I’m planning to take him to a local, and very public, dungeon to show him off.  He’s never been to a dungeon, let alone played in public, and we’re both very excited at the prospect of introducing him to some very sexy new experiences.

Kyle and I have played with power exchange since the beginning, but we’ve recently been trying out Sir/boy roles together.  I find it incredibly sexy to have a strong, wickedly intelligent and defiant man struggling under the weight of my collar, and he finds it challenging, but ultimately freeing, to give himself up to me.  It’s a rare and lucky thing that our tastes in BDSM mesh so well, and that two people who are such good friends and lovers can also be wonderful adversaries/playmates.

When I dominate, I prefer to do it with a soft voice and a sharp wit.  Rather than hurting the body, which is still, admittedly, a LOT of fun, I like to torment the mind.  So, of course, I use a flogger, and a violet wand, my nails, my teeth, a paddle, ice, and lovely fur-lined cuffs…but I also use challenge, deeply intimate knowledge of my boy, and a wicked combination of praise and humiliation to spur him on.  Time and time again a threatening whisper works better than a single-tail for eliciting a gasp, a shudder, a breathtaking response.  But I never break him down to destroy him – I break him down to let him show me how much he can be.

Because he is an amazing man, and I want him to see in himself what I can see.  His courage, his strength, the beauty of that moment when he lets go of control and trusts…the look on his face when he’s conquered his fears, the spark in his eye when he’s triumphed over his pain.  I love the sweat on his brow, and the red marks across his chest.  He is a handsome man, and an exquisite boy.

…and I can’t wait to show him off.

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How to Deal With Fetishes

Don’t indulge them.

It’s not hard. I have had minor fetish-like feelings on occasion, but I don’t make a lifestyle out of it. Once it becomes an identity and a habit, as well as something believed to be morally acceptable, it simply becomes harder to overcome. It goes from being an illegitimate occasional feeling that one wants to change, to a legitimate identity that resists change (as all identities do). Why on Earth would anybody want that?

One of my spiritual goals is to be liberated from as many vital formations as circumstance/God allows*. Creating yet more vital formations only does more harm. That in itself is a good enough reason to avoid indulging fetishes and kinks.

I suppose those who want to be enslaved will continue to be, for some time. But eventually God will bless everybody, since we are all in His constant embrace anyway: “… whoso will turn to Me, Though they be born from the very womb of Sin… all Plant foot upon the highest path.” — Bhagavad Gita, Chapter IX.

*Vital formation are emotional, and also somewhat bodily, formations that a person gets caught in, leading them to react emotionally with a certain level of automation. The Buddha recognized this problem, but his solution was for us to free ourselves completely from all worldly formations, which certainly works but IMO is throwing the baby out with the bathwater.

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Progress, Not Perfection

It’s been a great holiday season with many wonderful things to come in the New Year.  Unique Goddess has been steadfastly building Her Empire and things are going great!  She’s actively interviewing sissy maids and housebois, but finding the right fight can be difficult, as She has strict requirements for servitude.  Unique will not settle for lame dolts, as She requires intelligence, honesty, foresight, and a willingness and ability to learn.  The Goddess calls for progress, not perfection.  She knows you slaves are mere mortals and, therefore, prone to error, mostly due to your own egos.  She understands this and will gently guide the way, so long as She knows you are putting forth the proper effort.  When slaves serve with the utmost eagerness and whole willingness, She shows Her love and will feed slave’s burning desire to feel Her tiny, delicate-looking, yet strong hands unleash Her wicked wrath on it’s ass.

When serving such a Glorious Goddess as Unique, slaves receive a multitude of benefits.  Not only does She assess needed life changes and provide guidance, but She also provides healing through Her Best BDSM Practices.  She is a Natural Born Shaman, with the great gifts of healing and vision.  These gifts provide Her slaves added value enrichment to their lives, which in turn aides the creatures in better serving Her.  What more could a slave ask for?  Strict, yet gentle guidance from A Beautiful, Intelligent, Witty, Sadistic and Dominant Goddess is the ultimate salvation!

The perfect example of this came last week, when The Goddess’ housebunny was working hard at it’s chores.  She lavished at the sight of this adorable lil creature, donned in it’s sissy maid uniform, complete with red ruffle panties and red lace stockings, all plugged up and shackled in Her kitchen, as it set about it’s chores.  She ordered it to verbally claim it’s role, “it is Unique Goddess’ silly lil housebunny and it’s proud”. Hmmm, that didn’t sound very prideful, “say it again and this time with much pride!” She had slave repeat it’s proper claim, until it learned to properly show true pride in it’s role.

Once slave got the kitchen in good order, wanting to guarantee that Her message got through, She ordered it over Her ottoman for a good spanking.  Yes, She wanted it’s ass to match the red of it’s panties!  She made slave repeat it’s claim, over and again as She spanked it, making sure to drive Her message home.  Once She was satisfied, and slave was a quivering lil bitch, She ordered it to winter-proof the windows in Her bedroom, through the application of plastic shrink wrap.  Ooops!  The silly lil housebunny got a bit too close with the hair dryer and burned a hole in the plastic! HAHAHAHA!  Well, The Goddess doesn’t sweat the small things, as there are far too many more important things in life to focus on than to waste time stressing over something so minute.  Had She more plastic, and the housebunny more time, She would’ve ordered it to start all over again, to teach it a lesson in mindfulness.  Alas, devoid of those things, She simply laughed at the silly boi and told it to just patch it.  “No big deal, just cut a square and patch it.  I seek progress, not perfection.” She knows slave was really trying hard to make it perfect and She could’ve had fun with it and used it to beat the creature, if only there were more time, but slave had other responsibilities to tend to, so The Goddess will be sure to give the creature a good flogging next time, along with a good lesson in mindfulness.  Teehee!

This is the beauty of D/s, it’s a great balance of give and receive!  Anyone who knows Unique Goddess, knows She’s all about balance.  When slaves show pride in serving Her, the creatures get lessons that will help them in many areas of life.  In this aspect, Unique Goddess cherishes being The Teacher, Guide, Shaman, Witch Doctor, and Eternal Loving Mother, as well as Honorable Domina to Her stable.

Although, sometimes slaves get misguided and seek relations more sexual in nature with The Goddess, which is a grave mistake.  The Goddess is NOT here to be anyone’s lover!  For this, She will give slave a great lesson that it will never forget. The Goddess is to be cherished as The Divine, with purity!  No matter how much She appeals to slave and lights that fire in it’s loins, it is for slave to learn to be strong and fulfill it’s proper duty.   Goddesses do not share Ambrosia with mortals, get real!  To think that a creature so simple as a homosapiens sapiens could even handle the wondrous strong Prana of the Rising Serpent flowing through Her is quite dangerous!  The Divine Feline is to be worshipped, cherished and adored, but definitely not to be ravished or consumed by faltering humans.

Bright Blessings, troglodytes, and don’t forget to let the Loving Light of The Goddess live in your hearts throughout the New Year!

–

Sweetly Sadistic,

Unique Goddess

www.UniqueGoddess.com

Sensual, Sadistic, Surreal

Have you had The Unique Experience?

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A Sweet Goodbye (the end?)

We talked as I dressed. I’d worn my blindfold all evening and, while I wasn’t wearing it while I dressed, I knew I wasn’t allowed to peek. I sat on the edge of the bed slowly, slowly adding articles of clothing. He told me it was time and still I hesitated, lingering on the bed, not quite daring to touch his still naked body. Silently he handed me my blindfold and I pulled it low over my eyes.

I love everything about my Master, the way his skin feels when I touch it, the way he can turn instantly from sweet and nurturing into a sexual force of nature, powerful and full of need. I love the way his cock feels as it grows in my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair as he chokes me on it. I love the way it feels while he pounds into me, my arms pinned above my head. I love the feel of him pushing into my ass, knowing that he is big enough to tear me apart if I do not let go to his insistence. I love the way his hands always find the places I need to be touched, whether it is the sharp pain of a pinched nipple or the slow, sweet torture of his fist buried deep. Most of all, I love the way I am powerless when I am with him, floating away on the knowledge that I am well and truly possessed by a man who appreciates the woman I am.

When I am away from my family, I make certain that my phone is on just in case. On occasion it has been known to go off at the most inopportune time, but Master always makes certain that I check it as soon as possible. It had been one of those days, busy and my phone was ringing off the hook.

When my blindfold was once more in place, Master gently took me by the hand, pulling me off the bed and onto a pillow he had placed on the floor to cushion my knees. He positioned himself at the edge of the bed and I drank in his scent. I leaned forward, kissing the tip of him. Fully dressed and blindfolded, I slipped my mouth over the head of his perfect cock, sucking it gently into my mouth. He tasted of me and it was a gift, a reminder of the time we’d spent together. I like it when he is still soft because I can fill myself with him, suck him entirely into my mouth and down my throat.

I used my tongue, my lips to caress the length of him. My Master grew wonderfully hard in my mouth as I stroked him and he whispered to me how beautiful I was sucking his cock. He held my wrists, pinning them to the bed and I knew my charge was to bring him only using my mouth. I sucked him deep again, choking as tears streamed down my face.  I was perfectly happy, exactly in the place I longed to be.

It was, of course, at precisely that moment that my phone went off. Master’s body went tense, then slack with disappointment. He released my wrists. I  couldn’t bring myself to care who it was or what they wanted. I pulled myself closer, sliding my hands back up to meet his, twining our fingers together. I held on to his hands and pulled myself tightly down around his now throbbing hard cock. I choked on the girth of him, doing my best to take him down my throat. I sped up my motion, sucking first the tip of him and then sliding my lips as far down the length of him as possible.

Suddenly Master pulled me to standing using our still intertwined fingers. He pulled roughly at my belt, the buttons of my jeans. He pushed me onto the bed, my pants and underwear barely down my thighs. He slammed into my soaking wet pussy, his fingers finding my clit. I screamed for him, begging for more. I came once, twice and when he pulled himself free it was with a shudder of disappointment from me. But my Master was not done with me. He pushed his cock into my ass, ruthless and perfect. I lost track of the times I came, screaming for permission to do so. And still, my Master was not done with me. I had been holding my legs up and out of the way for him, but he pushed them to the side against the headboard. I was tight for him, swollen with numerous orgasms. When he pushed his fist deep I came undone. I rode wave after wave of squirting pleasure, writhing on the bed, begging him to never stop. I lost myself in the sensations and floated away into perfect bliss.

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A Sweet Goodbye

I decided that for now, all I have is my memories. I am holding onto them with a white knuckled ferocity that comes from the desperation of loss. I feel alone, baseless and adrift in a sea of insecurity. All I want is to be wrapped in the arms of my Master, safe and protected from the world, even if it can only be for a short time. I miss him and each day my heart breaks a little more. I knew when last I saw him what it was, a sweet goodbye.

We’d spent a wonderful day together. Bear had regaled me with stories of his youth, sharing things I could tell he hadn’t shared in a long time. I felt special as I lay encircled in his arms, his voice flowing over me like velvet. The time grew near and I knew I needed to shower. Occasionally I could get away with going home smelling of the man I’d been with, but never since I’d found Bear. He always left me sore, spent and covered in various bodily fluids.

Typically I shower, dress and occasionally we grab something to eat. Today we lingered, talked. Both of us knew the reality of our separation and neither one of us wanted to face it.

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NEW BONDAGE FILM - NAUGHTY OR BOUND COMING SOON

New Film Naughty Or Bound with the debate of new model/actress Renata, first time bound gagged and much more in her first debut film – NAUGHTY OR BOUND. Asked how she felt after being tied up gagged, and I mean she was gagged so many times and stripped, she replies: “Never ever thought of it, but until today, it is very hot and exciting being tied up and played with, I enjoyed it very much.”

Way to go Renata good job, stay tuned for this festive season film starring Renata and a very angry spiteful Santa Claus.

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Cathouse and blow jobs

I have discovered a new HBO show. Let me begin by saying that I don’t really watch tv so much as I use it for background noise. What Luke and I like to watch we record on the DVR and watch together. And that, as I’ve mentioned before is an embarrassing array of reality shows. Our two favs being Intervention and Canada’s Worst Driver… one I’ve talked about before and the other… well it’s just too funny AND I want to do all the little tasks they set for them. I think it would be great fun. But anyway, Luke and I were sitting up late and flipping through channels being couch potatoes and since nothing appealed to our senses we decided to laugh at the porn they play on movie channels late at night on weekends. But then that proved too too boring and the woman star had only a single square patch of hair above her clit like a Hitler mustache and the whole thing was just too funny/bizarre and it started making me gag soooo we switched to the other “adult” themes show which turned out to be, Cathouse. The show is about a whorehouse in Nevada called the Bunny Ranch.

And how cool is legal prostitution? GREAT idea, I’ve always thought. As long as people have not gone extinct, there will be selling and buying of sex. So it’s really kind of idiotic to outlaw it. By legalizing it, you can give sex workers a union and a health plan (if you don’t like in the awesomeness that is Canada) and keep them and their customers safe and free from exploit. And you have new taxable professions! Win-win I tells ya! This, I think, is one of those areas where “morality” has kicked common sense to the curb. I mean, plenty a man and woman has slept with or done sexual favors for this and that certain return. Sex has been used as barter goods always. What’s wrong with making it a bit more official? Tons of people use sex to get where they are going… and if you are really good at sex and enjoy it, why not be a sex worker? I imagine it can be rewarding in its own way.

True, it’s not for everybody… but then again brain surgery isn’t for everyone either… and not every person can handle being an accountant… but it’s naive to imagine that in this day and age every sex worker out there is an addict or being used and manipulated by someone. Yes many are and much of that is due to it being an illegal profession but many sex workers actually enjoy their work and find it empowering like any of us who enjoy our chosen careers.

The only thing that bugged me was the fact that the owner of the place slept with most of the girls and the girls that slept with him got extra perks. That was sleazy. If the profession is going to be legalized, and if the sex workers are given the power to choose the John, then there still has to be a sexual harassment clause among coworkers and employer/employee. Sounds hypocritical right? If it is ok to trade sex for money, why not trade it for other favors? I think my issue with it is the lack of structure and also the power dynamic. It’s one thing to get paid for providing a service, it’s another thing to get a promotion for sucking dick.

And speaking of providing a service… I had a WONderful morning providing my own brand of services. I woke up this morning from a bad dream. Luke was already up so I snuggled up to him and asked him to tell me a story. He began telling me a really nice story complete with silly voices for different characters and then about half way through his voice took on that husky sexiness it has when he is Daddy and the story’s Daddy and little girl became us which was so cute! Annnd before I knew it he was fingering me and then I was over his lap for a playful hand spanking and then he pushed me off and down to his dick where I spent the next hour or two.

I love sucking his cock. I kid you not, it totally satisfies me. And not just sexually. Among all things sexual that we do together and I do for him, sucking him off is my most favorite thing. It gives me that certain sensation of being subservient that I crave and makes me happy. It’s about giving pleasure… or rather being used to derive pleasure, being an instrument of pleasure, a place for him to jerk off. And whether I am on my knees or on bed kneeling between his legs or on my back with him fucking my mouth while straddling my face… something about positioning of genitalia and face gives it a humbling quality for me. Of course, I am not generalizing here. This isn’t true for all, just for me, just how I think about it. And I love it. And he also loves it… which is why we really spend a lot of time on this particular activity.

By the time we are done, he is usually so sensitized that if I suck hard it hurts him and my tongue and lips and mouth is tingly and numb and the skin around my lips is worn off from his pubic hair.

We usually start off by him letting me play as he gets hard. I lick and suck him everywhere. Mouth his balls, lick up his shaft, gently run my teeth against him. Then there comes a certain point when we get out of play zone and it becomes serious. My whole consciousness becomes focused on the cock in my mouth and the man attached to it. Every noise and jerk and sigh and pump is analyzed for pleasure and intensity and my movements are adjusted based on that info. And then there comes the pre-orgasm section which is not too long but very intense and it usually involves him grabbing my hair and fucking my mouth hard enough that I feel like my jaw will dislocate at any moment and my front teeth will shatter from being grinded into by his pubic bone and I will suffocate. And then the glorious orgasm after which we both catch our breath for a minute before he is pulling my head back onto his cock. We repeat another couple of times by which point my jaw really aches and other muscles tremble with exhaustion and then we collapse. That is unless he wants to fuck my cunt or ass, at which point he usually moves on to it after the first orgasm.

The fun point of today, aside from having my mouth fucked two different ways, was that I noticed my neck muscles don’t hurt anymore after one of these marathon blow jobs. It is a bit of a silly thing to realize since it hasn’t happened in a very very long time. The reason I did notice at all was that I did something today that caused me to pull a neck muscle a bit and then I realized that the sore neck syndrome is gone! So woo! Also, isn’t it cool that all these years later, sucking the same glorious cock, I STILL can find new little tricks to enhance the pleasure for him. Can you sense that I am proud of myself?! You see, over years I’ve observed that there are a certain set of things I can do that gets him off and more recently I noticed that I had gotten kinda lazy and have been relying on the same set of moves. It’s not that he has ever complained or anything but I made a point today to mix it up… and it was fun for both of us. It’s not that a routine doesn’t have its place… like when I am tired and Daddy needs to get off quickly. Otherwise, it’s good to keep in mind that sex should be fun and playful!

Sooo I am going to be in Dominican for our very large family vacation in 4 days and I already miss Luke. I hate going places without him but he just can’t come this time. But it’s just a week and at least I’ll be back before xmas! How many people do you know that complain about going to a vacation that someone else paid for at a beautiful sunny spot in the middle of the Canadian winter? I AM, however, looking forward to xmas and new year so…* happy!*

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Media Update

January court date set for Jetton in felony assault case KFVS News   According to the affidavit, the woman remembers Jetton hitting her on the face very hard, then waking up and lying on the floor with Jetton choking her. She then recalled waking up and having sex with Jetton in the bedroom, then waking up the next morning with Jetton in her bed.     What Was Rod Jetton’s Safe Word? St. Louis News Blog   That’s the question everyone’s been asking since news broke last night that the former Missouri House Speaker was charged with felony assault that allegedly happened during an S&M session gone wrong.

According to one blog that covers Jeff City politics, the Republican leader-turned political consultant actually used a pair of safe words: Green Balloons.

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