The transgender taboo is a threat to academic freedom

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The Sunday Times over the weekend had a feature about six children suffering from Gender Identity Disorder who are being given drugs to delay the onset of puberty, giving them more time to decide whether they wish to change sex later in life.

The operations are being paid for by the taxpayers, although I don't think that's the issue. If the state can pay several thousands to save a person from a life of misery and eventual suicide then I for one think that is money well-spent. And yet the strange thing is that, taking aside the fact that “blockers” may affect cognitive ability and bone density, there's actually no accepted medical proof or consensus that sex change operations actually help someone's mental health; we may one day find that it does, but we simply don’t know enough at the moment.

Yet that hasn't stopped the growth of a political orthodoxy that boys and girls are sometimes born into the wrong bodies – their gender does not match their physical sex – and that this is best fixed by hormone treatment and/or surgery later in life; and that anyone who finds this uncomfortable suffers themselves from a psychological condition, apparently, called transphobia.

This is the only explanation acceptable to the media and, indeed, the state, which spends a fair deal of money (which we don’t have) combating transphobia. Yet at the moment science is still quite confused about Gender Identity Disorder, and what is acceptable to say about it is constrained by taboo and threats, and academics who argue against the standard political narrative tend to get persecuted. A few years back Prof Michael Bailey wrote a book about the subject, The Man Who Would Be Queen, detailing a theory which suggested that there were two kinds of transsexualism - "homosexual transsexuals", who are attracted to men, and "non-homosexual transsexuals", who are aroused by the image of themselves as a woman. The controversy arose over the implication that transsexuals were men, rather than women in men's bodies.

Despite the book being widely praised by the likes of Steven Pinker and neuroscientist Simon LeVay, and various gay writers, Prof Bailey was effectively hounded out of academia; a petition organised by a transgender protest group ensured that the Lambda Literary Foundation withdrew the book from its shortlist, while one campaigner constructed a website with pictures of Bailey’s children with sexually explicit captions.

It’s one thing to use such outrage against newspaper columnists, shock jocks or religious leaders who argue their views based on faith (although many who attack the religious demand their beliefs are treated with respect and reverence), but to do so against academics seems contrary to the scientific method. An academic should not be attacked for hate-think, only for being proven wrong. I have no idea whether Bailey is right or wrong, but the subject should not be politically restricted at any rate.

Certainly the political orthodoxy is influenced by the concept of “gender” as something almost unrelated to biology, an idea that really should be given its one-way ticket to Switzerland, yet which is still believed by many intelligent people. There was a story the other day about a boy, aged five, whose “gender” had been kept secret until now.

Yesterday Miss Laxton, a web editor, said that she thought gender stereotyping was "fundamentally stupid".

"I wanted to avoid all that stereotyping," she said.

"Stereotypes seem fundamentally stupid. Why would you want to slot people into boxes?”

I’m sure she’s an excellent mother, and I doubt he’ll be troubled by this slight experiment when in years to come he’s a commander in the Parachute Regiment, but it sounds like the sort of thing people of the 22nd century will laugh at as typical of our crazy age. Stereotyping is not only not fundamentally stupid, but it’s fundamentally necessary, as Norman Dennis wrote in this essential account of the Salem-like events that followed the Stephen Lawrence murder: “In any interaction where there are consequences for the individual, responding to the self-chosen stereotype presented by the other person is indispensable. To ask for anybody to deal with everybody in all circumstances on the basis of what the other person is ‘really’ like is to ask the impossible.”

So stereotyping males is a necessary social shorthand, and while of course men display a range of temperaments in their propensity to violence, emotional sensitivity, physical strength or anything else, and many men are closer to the female average in many areas, to suggest that gender is separate from sex is a sort of flat-earth feminism.

And what's the orthodoxy in one generation can quickly become laughable in the next. There was a New York Time piece the other about how autism in France is still treated using Freud: “Le Mur,” or “The Wall,” a small documentary film about autism released online last year, might normally not have attracted much attention.

But an effort by French psychoanalysts to keep it from public eyes has helped to make it into a minor cause and shone a spotlight on the way children in France are treated for mental health problems.

The documentary, the first film by Sophie Robert, follows two autistic boys: Guillaume, who has been treated with the behavioral, or “American,” approach; and Julien, who has been kept in an asylum for six years and treated with psychoanalysis. Guillaume, though challenged, is functioning at a high level in school. Julien is essentially silent, locked out of society…

Ms. Robert said the version of psychoanalysis that is most prevalent in France, particularly the post-Freudian school championed by Jacques Lacan, takes it as a given that autism and other mental health problems are caused by children’s relationship with their mothers, or by “maternal madness.”

A generation ago Freud's ideas were the all-powerful in the English-speaking world; now to American and British readers the idea that autism is being treated using psychoanalysis seems positively medieval. The same may well turn out true for Gender Identity Disorder, especially when one considers that most children who suffer from it later come to realise that they were born in the right body after all.

Anyway. I hope children given the blockers grow up to be healthy, happy people as a result; but I for one would like to see more evidence, one way or the other.

By Ed West / the Telegraph

Here is Julie Burchill's censored Observer article

By Toby Young: January 14th, 2013 LINK HERE FOR TELEGRAPH

Julie Burchill has given me permission to reprint the article the Observer has seen fit to unpublish. This is the full text.

The brilliant writer Suzanne Moore and I go back a long way. I first met her when she was a young single mother living in a council flat; she took me out to interview me about my novel Ambition (re-published by Corvus Books this spring, since you ask) for dear dead City Limits magazine. "I’ve got an entertaining budget of £12.50!" she said proudly. "Sod that, we’re having lobster and champagne at Frederick’s, and I’m paying," I told her. Half a bottle of Bolly later, she looked at me with faraway eyes: "Ooo, I could get to like this…’ And so she did.

I have observed her rise to the forefront of this country’s great polemicists with a whole lot of pride – and just a tiny bit of envy. I am godmother to her three brilliant, beautiful daughters. Though we differ on certain issues we will have each others backs till the sacred cows come home.

With this in mind, I was incredulous to read that my friend was being monstered on Twitter, to the extent that she had quit it, for supposedly picking on a minority – transsexuals. Though I imagine it to be something akin to being savaged by a dead sheep, as Denis Healey had it of Geoffrey Howe, I nevertheless felt indignant that a woman of such style and substance should be driven from her chosen mode of time-wasting by a bunch of dicks in chick’s clothing.

To my mind – I have given cool-headed consideration to the matter – a gaggle of transsexuals telling Suzanne Moore how to write looks a lot like how I’d imagine the Black & White Minstrels telling Usain Bolt how to run would look. That rude and ridic.

Here’s what happened. In a book of essays called Red: The Waterstones Anthology, Suzanne contributed a piece about women’s anger. She wrote that, amongst other things, women were angry about "not having the ideal body shape – that of a Brazilian transsexual". Rather than join her in decrying the idea that every broad should aim to look like an oven-ready porn star, the very vociferous transsexual lobby and their grim groupies picked on the messenger instead.

I must say that my only experience of the trans lobby thus far was hearing about the vile way they have persecuted another of my friends, the veteran women’s rights and anti-domestic violence activist Julie Bindel, picketing events where she is speaking about such minor issues as the rape of children and the trafficking of women just because she refuses to accept that their relationship with their phantom limb is the most pressing problem that women – real and imagined – are facing right now.

Similarly, Suzanne’s original piece was about the real horror of the bigger picture – how the savagery of a few old Etonians is having real, ruinous effects on the lives of the weakest members of our society, many of whom happen to be women. The reaction of the trans lobby reminded me very much of those wretched inner-city kids who shoot another inner-city kid dead in a fast-food shop for not showing him enough ‘respect’. Ignore the real enemy – they’re strong and will need real effort and organization to fight. How much easier to lash out at those who are conveniently close to hand!

But they’d rather argue over semantics. To be fair, after having one’s nuts taken off (see what I did there?)) by endless decades in academia, it’s all most of them are fit to do. Educated beyond all common sense and honesty, it was a hoot to see the screaming-mimis accuse Suze of white feminist privilege; it may have been this which made her finally respond in the subsequent salty language she employed to answer her Twitter critics: "People can just fuck off really. Cut their dicks off and be more feminist than me. Good for them."

She, the other JB and I are part of the tiny minority of women of working-class origin to make it in what used to be called Fleet Street and I think this partly contributes to the stand-off with the trannies. (I know that’s a wrong word, but having recently discovered that their lot describe born women as ‘Cis’ – sounds like syph, cyst, cistern; all nasty stuff – they’re lucky I’m not calling them shemales. Or shims.) We know that everything we have, we got for ourselves. We have no family money, no safety net. And we are damned if we are going to be accused of being privileged by a bunch of bed-wetters in bad wigs.

It’s been noted before that cyberspace, though supposedly all new and shiny, is plagued by the age old boredom of men telling women not to talk, and threatening them will all kinds of nastiness if they persist in saying what they feel.

The trans lobby are now saying that it wasn’t so much the initial piece as Suzanne’s refusal to apologise when told to that "made" them drive her from Twitter. Presumably she is meant to do this in the name of solidarity and the "struggle" – though I find it very hard to imagine this mob struggling with anything apart from the English language and the concept of free speech.

To have your cock cut off and then plead special privileges as women – above natural-born women, who don’t know the meaning of suffering, apparently – is a bit like the old definition of chutzpah: the boy who killed his parents and then asked the jury for clemency on the grounds he was an orphan.

Shims, shemales, whatever you’re calling yourselves these days – don't  threaten or bully we lowly natural-born women, I warn you. We may not have as many lovely big swinging Phds as you, but we’ve experienced a lifetime of PMT and sexual harassment, and many of us are now staring HRT and the menopause straight in the face – and still not flinching. Trust me,  you ain’t seen nothing yet. You really won’t like us when we’re angry.

The Great Transsexual Radical Feminist Menace

A few years ago (2009 actually) I read an very interesting BLOG post regarding some radical, controversial and somewhat vitriol and angry views expressed by some feminists regarding Transgenderism.

Having re-read the article, I remembered the anger I felt during a 'Drag Queen' event I hosted a couple of years ago.

Briefly I shall explain:

I had a good friend who offered the use of his pub for our party. The venue happened to be a 'gay' pub. Naively, I didn't see any issues arising from the event being held in a gay pub. But, what actually took place - behind the scenes- as you might say during the evening, shocked me. There was a definite divide amongst the two sets of party attendees. There was an almost aggressive animosity from the 'regular' lesbian pub goers towards the transgendered / transsexual and cross dressing party attendees.

At first, I really couldn't work it out. I remember marching in late 80's (yes - I was still a wee girl then) and 90's throughout London, fighting for 'gay rights', EQUALITY and acceptance. I couldn't understand how or why, one section of a minority group ( who should understand the struggle for acceptance and equality ) could be so against the struggles of another?

As is my character, I started asking questions.... The one comment I can clearly remember was this: "I may be a lesbian, but I'm still ALL woman! Not some wannabe. My pussy's real."

You can imagine, the anger and disappointment I felt.

Going back to the article I read:

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In my daily crawl through Google alert land, I found a post over at Egarooo that said:

“I don’t give a shit whether or not they [MTF transsexuals] want to chop themselves up. I don’t give a shit if they want to wear dresses. That doesn’t make them female. It doesn’t mean their issues and concerns are female issues and concerns. So long as female issues and concerns are subsumed to and absorbed by male interests (as they are when male people call themselves and are accepted as female), women will never socially realise our full humanity AS FEMALE PEOPLE.”

I responded at the blog with:

“I think your first five words say it all. You don’t give a shit. Obviously. You follow a belief that it something akin to religion, because it’s not based on any rational basis, only belief (a belief that isn’t falsifiable). The science on transsexuality on the other hand, is growing."

Additionally, if you looked at human beings as people and not objects, you’d not spout such ridiculous stereotypical nonsense. Just because I’m a transsexual doesn’t mean I’m mentally handicapped. I know what my biology is. I know what my chromosomes are. But in the big scheme of things, how many people see your genitals? How do they oppress you, by looking down your pants? No. We may not be biologically female, but I’m not sure how that matters, given that oppression is based on gender, not sex. In the case of transsexuals, gender is the ‘social position’, not sex. Those that have ‘the behavioural, cultural, or psychological traits typically associated with one sex’ (gender), are oppressed no matter what their genitals are (unless there is some inspection that I just don’t know about).

But then to your kind, the facts don’t matter. People don’t matter. The good side of radical feminism is that it is a radical pathology that will, because of its weaknesses, never gain access to power.”

Under their theory (that the radical feminist goal is to have female people be acknowledged as BOTH female AND human), it’s biology that suppresses and oppresses, not gender. But that makes no rational sense. If you are treated in this world as female, even though you aren’t biologically, how is that oppression any different? Light skinned African American can have access to to white privilege because of their skin colour. If they are perceived to be white, they are white in the social sphere. Their biology or lineage have little impact on their privilege, unless it is publicly known.

What amazes me is the vitriol and anger that is spewed by these kind of people. It reminds me of the same kind of emotional response that my Klansman grandfather would have to African Americans. It wasn’t a rational response, but an emotional one. I just can’t understand the source (in both cases).

“I mean, whoop-de-fucking-doo if a male can call himself female and have his humanity recognised. What about recognition of the humanity of female people who actually acknowledge and accept that they are, in fact, female?”

Are these radical feminists removed from society enough to know that:

A study in the San Francisco Bay Area conducted in 2006 of 194 transgender individuals found a 35% unemployment rate, with 59% earning less than $15,300 annually.

Nationwide, the rates of employment discrimination against transgender people are consistently high. A Williams Institute review of six studies conducted in cities and regions on both coasts and the Midwest, showed the following ranges for experiences of discrimination based on gender identity:

13%-56% of transgender people had been fired

13%-47% had been denied employment

22%-31% had been harassed, either verbally or physically, in the workplace – source @ Transgroup blog

I’m not going to play the “my oppression is worse than your oppression” card, but to insist that we have our humanity validated is just ludicrous. One look at TransgenderDOR gives you an idea of how well our humanity is validated. But then it really doesn’t matter to them because they “don’t really give a shit.”

One of my friends wrote the following poem, and it’s always touched a part inside of me that wants to understand people that have such hatred in their heart:

for a friend… (Desiree Handley)

I want to sit you down

ask three thousand questions

because

I don’t understand

where the hate comes from.

I don’t understand

how you put together

those words

in that order

to say the most hurtful

hateful angry things.

 

I don’t understand

how you’re making sense

of this

in your head.

 

I don’t understand

the sadness and isolation

lack of self or love

that must be rotting away

inside you.

 

Please

show me the light

you’ve been using

in what I can only imagine

is the darkness

of your mind.

and if you won’t speak

if you can’t

explain justify rationalize

(anything please,

I'm begging you)

I'm going to open you up

climb inside and

search for some reasoning,

I need evidence

that something made you this way

and then

we’ll go about fixing it.

because

you presented yourself

as human

but yet

I find no humanity.

 

I'm racking my brain

for a story

of how you came to be

and

in the archives

of myself, I find

only a single line,

which echoes,

pity this busy monster, man unkind

and I think

how can I pity you?

but mister E.E.Cummings

hid the answer

on the next line

which didn’t spring

to mind so quickly,

his words were

pity this busy monster, man unkind,

not.

 

So please

give me some reason

to believe

you are not this

monster

because I don’t want to

hate

I don’t want to be

you.

SOURCE: http://www.transadvocate.com/the-great-transsexual-radical-feminist-menace.htm

A Definition of Submission

Author Unknown

Submission is not about suffering . . .

. . . Submission is about service.

Submission is not about humiliation . . .

. . . Submission is about humility.

Submission is not about pain . . .

. . . Submission is about being present.

Submission is not about being used . . .

. . . Submission is about being of use.

Submission is not about control . . .

. . . Submission is about letting go.

Submission is not about what is done to you .

. . . Submission is about what you do for others.

Submission is not about abuse . . .

. . . Submission is about acceptance.

Submission is not about proving anything . . .

. . . Submission is about being real.

Submission is not about contempt . . .

. . . Submission is about respect.

Submission is not about how you look . . .

. . . Submission is about how much you care.

Submission is not about denying yourself . . .

. . . Submission is about being open.

Submission is not about bondage . . .

. . . Submission is about freeing your spirit.

Submission is not about punishment . . .

. . . Submission is about discipline.

Submission is not about being unable to escape . . .

. . . Submission is about being committed.

Submission is not about submission . . .

. . . Submission is about obedience.

Submission is not about fear . . .

. . . Submission is about trust.

Submission is not about sex . . .

. . . Submission is about love.

Submission is not about pleasure . . .

. . . Submission is about happiness

A Candlelight Story: Part 2

This story was recommended by Twitter's gorgeous @MissDeviant1 and written by @no1slave

Upon hearing his Mistress’s voice, Sebastian crawled into the room on his hands and knees. Sebastian was a fine specimen of Jamaican descent, well-built with a plump ass resembling two brown cantaloupes.

“Stand up Sebastian! Let you Mistress inspect you”, Mistress commanded.  Sebastian jumped up, revealing the chastity cage he has worn for over a month. Mistress circled Sebastian caressing his body with her riding crop.  “Mmmm, that is a fine body, wouldn’t you agree slave?” she replied huskily.

“Yes, Mistress, a very fine body”, slave replied while still balancing himself on the soles of feet still slightly suspended.

“Ahhh..Sebastian, you’re still in your cage. Are you ready for your treat tonight?” she purred stroking the edges of his cage, barely touching his growing cock.  Sebastian nodded his head several times, unable to speak with his ball gag attached.

“How about you slut? Are you ready for your treat tonight too?” she remarked looking over at slave.

“Yes, Mistress, very much, thank you!” he replied.

“Looks like everyone is going to get a treat, Mistress is feeling very generous tonight”, she chuckled.  Mistress walked to the counter to grab the chastity key and sensual oil.

 ”It is time we release that fine cock of yours Sebastian” Mistress unlocked the holding ring and slipped the cage off his cock. It was growing instantly, being free after a month in captivity. Mistress rubbed the oil over his entire body caressing the curves of his muscular ass and working her way to his groin area.

“Mmmm…Are we getting excited Sebastian? So is your Mistress”

Mistress quickly gave his cock several hard slaps with Sebastian groaned in pain and pleasure.

“Is this what you have waited for?” she replied. He nodded still groaning. “GOOD BOY” she said and continued to slap his cock harder and harder with a devilish grin.

 ”MMMM…I love torturing my two cocks!” as she continued slapping his cock. Mistress stood Sebastian next to slave who was also getting hard witnessing Sebastian’s torture. “Now I have my two cocks to play with! My black and white cocks!” she said with excitement and started using both her hands to slap both cocks in a smooth rhythm not missing a beat.

Both of them were groaned in unison, as she laughed pleased with her talent. Mistress continued to slap each cock in succession, her eyes lighting up in sadistic pleasure as the cocks were getting beat red. She stopped momentarily to softly stroke both cocks while gazing into their eyes.

“Your Mistress did promise both of you a treat tonight. Sebastian is free for tonight. Let’s make the most of his temporary freedom.”

Mistress grabbed a fire engine red lipstick from the counter and stood facing slave. She stood close enough for his hardened cock to slide in between her thighs.

 ”My, my slave! Is my little, cock-sucking whore getting excited? Look at that cock of yours getting hard!” she whispered glancing at his nipples.

Mistress softly caressed his nipples while whispering into his ear, “you love your Mistress? Do you want to please your Mistress tonight? Then I want you to be a good little cock-sucking whore.  Just like I trained you to be. But first we need to get you ready,” she said chuckling.

Mistress applied the lipstick to slave’s lips, his eyes lighting up in anticipation. Mistress held out her index finger toward his lips as he slowly covered her finger with his lips and slowly pulled away.

“Mmmmm…I have trained you well slave! Let’s get you in a better place slave,” she chuckled.

Mistress went across the room to lower the suspending chain. Slave’s body lowered to the floor allowing him to stay on his knees but with his arms still extended over his head.

“Mmm…slave is in the perfect position…look at my little whore…ready to please his Mistress” she purred. She positioned Sebastian to stand in front of slave. Sebastian’s cock was just out of reach of slave’s rosy red lips.

“Come on my little slut, you know what to do. Get Sebastian’s cock ready for you! I want that cock nice and hard to pound that sweet ass of yours!”

Slave struggled but extended his neck to slowly caress his growing cock with his tongue, slowly licking up and down his shaft before covering half of his cock in his mouth. Slave was moaning like a little whore satisfied that he had a cock to suck and pleasing his Mistress. Sebastian reeled his head back in pleasure while Mistress grabbed her paddle.

“Oh, I think we can do better than that Sebastian!” she said as she whacked his ass with the paddle. The impact made Sebastian thrust his hips forward forcing his cock deeper into slave throat. Slave made a choking sound as Mistress became very excited.

 ”That’s more like it…I want you to (whack) fuck that sweet (whack) whore’s mouth and (whack) make him gag (whack) on that huge (whack) cock of yours,” she grunted with every impact of the paddle.

 Sebastian groaned from the stings of the paddle while slave moaning and gagging on his cock. Both Sebastian and slave were getting very excited, and Mistress stopped to see her creation glistening under the candlelight’s with beautiful contrasting colours. Slave could taste a little pre-cum forming on Sebastian’s cock, and he stopped momentarily to continue licking his shaft up and down.

Mistress walked over and grabbed slave’s hair forcing his head back.

“That’s enough my greedy little slut! Let’s not get Sebastian TOO excited. He has another job to do for his Mistress,” she commanded. Mistress placed a condom on the head of Sebastian’s cock.

“You know what to do slave,” she barked out.

Slave proceeded to use his mouth to apply the condom to the rest of his cock. Mistress walked back across the room to raise the suspending chain. Slave slowly raised up to his original position but with his feet flat on the floor. Mistress positioned Sebastian to be directly behind slave and his still-burning red/purple ass. Sebastian’s cock was still very hard and resting between the ass cheeks of slave.

“Mmmmm…that is what your Mistress wants to see! Mmmm…God, that turns Mistress on,” she softly said slowly caressing her clit.  Mistress stood in front of slave and applied the nipple clamps.

As she squeezed the nipple clamps on slave, “That’s right, you take that pain for your Mistress and you ride that cock like a good little whore”.

Slave bent over to help force Sebastian’s cock into his ass. It slowly went in with slave letting out a groan. Slave’s hips rocked back and forth fucking himself with Sebastian’s raging hard-on. Sebastian was moaning through his mouth gag while slave was riding his cock. Mistress’s eyes lit up again, and with a sadistic smile continued to pull on the nipple clamps forcing slave to continue to ride his cock.

“Hmmm…I still think we can do better than that,” she said thoughtfully before getting her strap-on from the cabinet. Mistress lubed the huge shaft of the strap-on, “I think we need both asses fucked tonight, what do you think boys?” Mistress stood behind Sebastian and inserted the strap-on dildo straight into his tight ass.

Sebastian let out a loud groan while forcing his cock deeper into slave’s ass. With both hands, Mistress reached around Sebastian’s body and grabbed slave’s nipple clamps.

“Now stay with my rhythm boys,” she commanded.

 As she pulled on slave’s nipple clamps, she thrust her cock into Sebastian.  Sebastian would then be forced to go deeper into slave’s ass. All three were moving in unison in perfect rhythm. Their groans could barely be heard over Mistress’s sadistic laughter as she continued to pound Sebastian’s ass and torture slave’s nipples. She was in sensual sadist heaven!

Mistress sensed that Sebastian was ready to cum and stopped. She pulled Sebastian slowly away from slave and instructed him to stand still. Mistress slipped out of her strap-on and walked toward slave. She stood in front of slave with an evil grin staring into slave’s exhausted eyes.

 ”Now slave, your Mistress hasn’t forgotten about you,” she whispered as she inched closer caressing his tortured nipples. Slave’s cock was rubbing into her wet panties.

Mistress pulled on the nipple clamps whispering, “are you ready for your treat now?”, she chuckled.

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A Candlelight Story: Part 1

This story was recommended by Twitter's gorgeous @MissDeviant1 and written by @no1slave

Mistress was resting in the other room, sipping her wine and finishing her cigarette contemplating her desires in punishing her slave.  Her thoughts went into many directions, but she became centered in what she truly desired.  Like a conductor before a performance, she knew how the symphony will sound, but she wanted to allow random, creative innovation based on the chemistry between she and her slave will have at the moment.  Some things cannot and should not be planned.

Freshening up after her cigarette, she slowly walked toward the room.  Her high heel stilettos making a commanding sound for her slave to hear and anticipate.  As she entered the room, she marveled at how the many candle lights bounced up and down his naked body.  His wrists were clasped together attached to a chain from the ceiling.  Arms fully extended above his head, he was almost suspended with his weight barely resting on the soles of his feet.  He was totally vulnerable and anxious as he heard his Mistress approach the room. 

She examined her beautiful slave as he squirmed and fidgeted with his wrist cuffs carefully balancing himself on his feet.  He is now her blank canvas, her unfilled music sheet from which she will craft her artistic talents and fulfil her sadistic desires.  She loved her slave for giving himself totally to her.

Mistress slowly walked around her slave, taking special notice of his clean shaven body and the anxious mood of her slave.  With a crop in hand, she slowly caressed his body starting at his shoulders circling down his back to his arse. 

"I am very pleased on how well you followed instructions.  You have a beautiful body.  I am looking forward to satisfying my sadistic delights.  Are you ready slave?"

Mistress walked to the counter to grab a bottle of sensual oil, purchased by her slave for this occasion.  "I want my slave properly prepared for my masterpiece." Mistress slowly lathered her slave with the intoxicating oil, the scent permeating in the air making her slave light-headed.  mistress started at his chest slowly caressing his nipples.  He was getting very excited as evidence of his growing cock.  She worked her way around his back and down to his smoothly shaved ass.  Mistress spent more time on his ass making sure it was properly prepared and glistening.  He stood on his tippy-toes extending his ass for her to have a better reach all around.

Mistress then returned to the front, staring into his eyes as she caressed all around his genitals.  He was getting very excited and couldn't help his raging hard-on bouncing into her thighs.  "you keep that away slave, I am not done with you yet.". With those words, she reared back and gave his cock a sound slap.  He groaned in both pain and pleasure and became fully erect.  "My slave loves his cock torture, doesn't he?" Mistress then gave 10 successive slaps on his rock hard cock turning it instantly red.  Mistress stopped and gave his cock soft sensual strokes with her oily hands.  "Who's cock does this belong to slave?". Before he could speak, Mistress gave another 10 hard slaps to his suffering cock.  He was in pain but so turned on by her sadistic pleasure.  His hips extended out, begging for his cock to be slapped more.  "that's right slave, you present MY cock to me for me to torture, you keep that cock hard for your Mistress". Mistress reared back and swung her arm around for a sound slap on the side of his cock.  He clenched his teeth in pain but was getting more turned on by her sadistic torture of his cock.  He wanted so bad for her not to stop knowing that it was her desire to cause more pain.  Mistress continued to softly stoke his oily cock followed by hard slaps until he had pre-cum forming on the tip of his head.  "ahhhhh...my little slave is getting excited." with her index finger, she caressed the tip of his head to gather the pre-cum and presented it to her slave.  He immediately licked her finger clean savouring every drop.

Mistress slowly walk away while her slave was still balancing himself on the soles of his feet.  “you keep my cock hard slave”, she whispered as she selected one of her favourite canes.  She came back facing him and presented the cane to his lips.  He eagerly kissed and licked the cane of his ultimate torture.  “good boy…now you know how much I love to torture you, and you know how much it turns me on to see your ass tortured by my cane…how much do you love your Mistress?”  “I love my Mistress with all of my heart and soul, I beg my Mistress to take her sadistic delights on me…please Mistress, please let me take the pain for your pleasure!” he responded. 

Mistress walked around to the back and positioned herself.  She carefully examined his ass and how she wanted to mark him.  “Steady yourself slave…are you ready?  On the count of three…One…two…” before she counted three, a loud whack came across the middle of his ass.  His body instantly convulsed in pain and the force of her stroke.  Her eyes lighted up delighted at the effect on her loving slave.  She reared back and gave five more whacks in quick succession in the same spot on his ass.  He counted as best as he could with each stroke and thanked her gratefully on each one.  But his ass was on fire now, and he was also busy enduring the lingering sweet pain.  Mistress stepped back to admire the rising welts forming in the middle of his ass.  His body was mesmerising to her as his shiny oily body was capturing the dancing candle lights flickering in the room. 

Mistress continued to work on his ass, forming new and larger welts covering the length of his cheeks.  His head was constantly turned to see his Mistress, her face smiling in her sadistic pleasure as she continued to apply the strokes with increasing severity.   Mistress stopped momentarily to check on her slave.  Facing him, her nipples touching his, “are you ready to continue pleasing your Mistress?”  “yes Mistress, Please Mistress” he responded as he extended his ass for her.  “very good slave, I see you want to receive more punishment for your Mistress?”  “Yes Mistress, please!”

Mistress moved to the other side and planted herself steady.  She gave 10 more successive whacks forming new welts.  She became so excited with the marks forming on his ass and his moans of pain that she wouldn't stop.  She gave 10 more strokes with increasing severity.  He was trying to breathe through the pain but couldn't help convulsing his body absorbing her punishment.  “You keep my cock hard slave” she shouted as she was getting more and more turned on.  After 10 more severe cane strokes, she stopped and faced her slave.  He was exhausted but also turned on and begged to kiss the pain of his torture.  She came closer allowing his raging cock to slide between her thighs.  “who do you belong to slave…who’s cock does that belong to” she whispered as she tightened her thighs around his cock.  “I belong to you Mistress, this is your cock” he desperately tried to reply still recovering from his punishment.  Mistress slowly turned to his rear to admire her work.  His ass had multiple stripes of beautiful shades of purple and red perfectly lined across his ass.  It was a masterpiece and she was pleased.  It was her best work to date.

“That ass is beautiful slave, I am so proud of you…but I still need to be amused”  Not knowing what was coming next, he braced himself for another round of can whacks.  “no no slave…I think that ass is ready for more pleasure”  He immediately raised his ass ready to receive his Mistress’s next round of punishment.

“Oh Sebastian, can you come in please!”

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A Little Laughter: Top 10 Signs you are Too Old for BDSM

Top 10 Signs you are Too Old for BDSM

by: Author Unknown

10. Sensory deprivation is when your Dom hides your hearing aid batteries. 9. Your nipple clamps have training wheels. 8. Edge play is standing by the microwave with a pacemaker. 7. When you tell your sub to get the cane, she has to specify "walking" or"beating". 6. You can't tell the difference between your tattoos and your age spots. 5. You shout "One, two, three, CLEAR!" for electrical play. 4. Your idea of breath play is when your wheelchair runs over your oxygenhose. 3. Your idea of suspension is an UltraLift bra. 2. You hold the paddle and say, "You're younger than me....back into thepaddle ....HARD!" And the Number One way to tell you might be too old for BDSM: 1. Age play really is 24/7.

The Art Of Punishment

The Art Of Punishment

by: David Franklin

PHYSICAL PUNISHMENTS

Most D/s articles on the Internet talk about punishment in terms of spanking. "If you do not obey, I will spank you." But how does this work if the submissive or slave actually likes to be spanked? Kind of like"please don?t throw me in the briar patch." Here we will catalogue punishments you can actually use in the real time training of a slave/submissive.

First, Let?s start with some basic punishment principles. It is always important to gear the punishment to the infraction. Let the punishment fit the crime. When a minor infraction gets a major punishment, you are sending the wrong signal. Try to administer punishment as closely as possible to the time of the infraction. In this way the sub/slave will not only be properly and predictably disciplined, but will also respect his/her Dominant. Never let a punishment cause injury. Never, ever use a hard limit as a punishment. And, finally, always start the punishment with a lecture/explanation.

There is a debate as to whether punishment sessions should have safe words. Some Masters/Doms/Dommes allow them, others do not. It is a matter of preference, style, how well the Dominant knows the submissive and, of course, how experienced the Dominant is. Those Dominants who do not allow safe words should always err on the side of safety. My feeling is that in the beginning of a D/s relationship, use safe words all the time - in play and in punishment. As should all novice Dominants. As the Dominant?s knowledge of the submissive - and as the submissive?s trust in the Dominant grows - safe words can be done away with. Carefully.

There is also the question as to whether punishment is necessary in the training of a sub/slave at all. There is no rule that says there must be punishment in a Master/slave or Dom/sub relationship. I can envision a slave so instinctual she needs no punishment to serve flawlessly. (Where is she?) And surely some subs/slaves can respond perfectly to praise alone. Different (flogger) strokes for different folks. But as The Punishment Manual is intended only for those Doms who use punishment as an integral part of their sub/slave training, the point is moot.

There are two sides to the discipline coin - physical punishment and mental punishment. (Of course, there is a mental component to physical punishment; so when I refer to "mental punishment" I mean that which does not include any physical contact.) Physical punishment is the most obvious weapon in the Dominant?s training arsenal. But the Dom?s disapproval is also a powerful weapon -- as is any number of mental punishments. "The pen is mightier than the sword" has its analogue in D/s - "the word is as mighty as the lash." I have found that a balanced combination of both physical and mental punishment, along with praise, to be the most effective way to train a submissive or slave.

PHYSICAL PUNISHMENTS

1. Find the "butt-beating" implement that your submissive dislikes. If he/she hates the paddle, the cane or a particular flogger in your collection, use it. Look no further, you have found the perfect tool of discipline. When your submissive or slave commits an infraction that requires punishment, bring out the paddle or cane (or whatever implement is on the sub?s "un-wish" list) and administer punishment.

But keep out wary eye out for signs that the submissive is actually enjoying the "punishment." Make sure you do not let the submissive get into subspace. If you see the submissive hitting "space," stop. And tell the submissive why you are stopping.

Clever "bratty" subs have been known to misbehave in order to get a good beating. This might be fine for role-play, but is counter-productive if you are seriously trying to train a submissive or slave. If this is the case, switch to another form of punishment.

2. For very serious infractions, severe punishment might be in order. This, of course, is not to be attempted by beginners or those with new D/s relationships where the dynamics are not yet established. The cane is perfect for this kind of disciplining.

A ball gag is also effective when severe punishment is called for.

3. Hair pulling is a great way to get your point across. Especially when verbal disapproval accompanies this action. A good hair pulling session with a "what did you do wrong" question and response routine is awfully effective. In the following pictures, the hair pulling is accompanied by a swat with the hairbrush! This is a lesson not soon forgotten!

4. A very popular punishment for a mouthy submissive is the age-old one of washing the mouth out with soap. This has worked for the last hundred years and will probably work for a hundred more!

5. Although I will cover humiliation as a mental punishment in Part Two, there are some physical punishments that can be humiliating. Being forced to wear a baby pacifier in public can be a reinforcing experience. The picture I have chosen here is one of a submissive wearing a butt plug with a ponytail. Being made to display this toy in public at a BDSM play party setting can be humiliating, depending on the situation.

6. "Sensory Deprivation" is perhaps the single most "unforgettable" punishment a Master/Mistress/Dom/Domme can mete out. Being tied and left alone - especially when ballgagged and even blindfolded -- for a period of time is another punishment the submissive will not soon forget!

7. "Corporal Punishment" is a combination punishment - it encompasses both the physical and mental side. I have already written about it in the BDSM U article "Pain" . This corporal punishment "script" can be altered in many ways - but the major point is the question and response during the punishment. For example -- "Does sub/slave know why he/she is being punished?" "Yes, Sir/Ma?am. I have shamed Master/Mistress by (reciting offense)." You can incorporate this Q and A technique to just about any physical punishment.

Here the submissive is chained to a spanking bench, which is ideal for administering corporal punishment.

8. A variation on the sensory deprivation theme is being kept in a cage. Depending on the submissive?s fears (if it is a hard limit, avoid this as a punishment), this can be the one thing the submissive fears most. In this series of cage pictures, notice the bowl in the cage. Requiring the submissive to eat out of the bowl is another aspect of this punishment that can be quite humiliating. Again, the objective is to know and understand your submissive or slave. To repeat - if caging, eating out of a bowl or humiliation in general is a hard limit, this is not a punishment you should ever use.

9. There is really no limit on what you can use as punishment. Sometimes play that is enjoyable can be used as punishment when done in a disapproving manner or on another area of the body. For example, wax play on the buttocks might be one of your submissive?s favorite activities. But when applied to the breasts, she might hate it. In this case, use it!    

These are just a few examples of the types of physical punishments that can be used when training a submissive or a slave. In Part Two, I will outline mental punishments that will give you great ideas how to put the "D" in D/s!

MENTAL PUNISHMENTS

The true aim of all punishment is to imprint your displeasure on the sub?s mind so that he/she will not repeat the offense. So ultimately all punishment has at its core a mental aspect to it.

In this second part of the Punishment Manual, I will present mainly mental punishments. I have used some myself and others have been designed by other Doms. You should not confine yourself to those listed here. The only limit is your imagination and your understanding of your sub?s psyche. For example, I once made my submissive watch her least favorite movie of all time - the incredibly boring "Room With A View", at one sitting with no breaks. Though its effects on her behavior proved to be of shorter duration than a session with the old cane! This adds fuel to the debate as to which is more effective - physical or mental punishment.

The most important part of any punishment is the mental part. All physical punishments should be preceded by a lecture explaining what the submissive did to displease the Dom, Domme or Master. Explain what the submissive is being punished for. This is essential. I would also give the submissive a chance (if he/she so desires) to explain why he/she thinks the punishment is unwarranted. Most likely, this will turn into a brief excuse session. But keep an open mind. If you, as the Dominant, are mistaken or you misinterpreted the infraction, be big enough to admit it. You will grow in stature in the submissive?s eyes. The lecture is indispensable to the proper discipline of a submissive. It is as important as the penalty itself. These lectures or explanations should precede all punishments -- whether physical or mental.

There are some Doms who use the lecture as a punishment in and of itself. Some submissives respond strongly to disapproval. Since the object is to train the submissive, the Dominant should not need to use physical punishment -- or more severe mental punishment -- unless necessary. My father had an expression he used whenever he severely punished me (as a child...no jokes, my friends.) "This hurts me more than it hurts you." This should apply in D/s as well. Use the least painful punishment (mental or physical) that will accomplish the task. If a lecture works -- and that is all that is needed -- by all means use that as your primary tool of discipline.

The parent/child model holds true in that many punishments mimic those used in grade school. Requiring your submissive to hand write a given phrase - such as "I will not disrespect Master in public" -- a hundred times (or more) works wonders. I know a Dominant who required his submissive to write, "I will not answer Master?s business phone with a ŒHello?" five hundred times. Since he did not specify "hand written," she used the copy button on her computer. So make sure you specify "hand written." (A clever

sub was she!)

Another old school punishment is the classic "dunce cap" routine. There are innumerable variations on it. Standing in the corner for a given period of time - an hour or two, for example - is one version. Making the submissive literally wear a homemade "dunce cap" (make the sub make it) is not only humiliating, it borders on the totally devious. Use this latter one with care since humiliation is not to be used for every submissive?s discipline. If humiliation is a hard limit, don?t go there. Even for discipline.

Speaking of humiliation, punishment based on humiliation (if applicable) can be awesome. Making the submissive wear a baby pacifier in public is a humbling experience. If the submissive has been mouthy, an entire evening without being allowed to speak will do the trick. A very extreme humiliation - use with care - require the submissive to wear a sign stating her offense at a BDSM play party. Or just make the slave watch and not participate (if he/she likes to play publicly) at such a BDSM party. Yet another one - make the sub or slave eat out of a bowl on all fours like a dog. (But make sure the sub or slave does not like this; if he/she does, use another punishment.)

Isolation is another mental punishment. Making the submissive stay in a small room or closet with no link to the outside world for a couple of hours can be maddening. And one a submissive might not ever wish to repeat. But make sure the submissive cannot sleep through it. Standing up can make sleep all but impossible.

A less severe form of isolation - especially in the information age - is suspending the slave's computer, email, telephone or television privileges. This is one form of isolation that is quite effective as a punishment.

Complete sensory deprivation for a period of time is yet another variation on this isolation theme. Ball gagged, blindfolded in a dark room - add sleep deprivation (wake the sub/slave from time to time) and you have a totally diabolical punishment. Use with care.

If your slave is trained for housework, then punishments such as re-folding towels that were done sloppily or being made to eat off dirty dishes that were improperly cleaned are widely used. The "let the punishment fit the crime" imperative is a wise one to follow.

Then there are those unique punishments you devise yourself. These are the most fun. And the most bonding - because they are unique to your relationship. I tied my submissive up in a room and played The Weather Channel LOUD for an hour. She hates the weather channel. I doubt if she lives to a hundred she will ever forget that one. We still talk about it.(She hated that more than watching "Room With A View"!)

Just keep in mind that even mental punishments can have their dangers. To repeat, never use a hard limit as a punishment. But if you use your imagination and maintain a sense of what is fair, the use of mental punishment to train a submissive or slave can be as effective as physical ones. And when used in combination with physical ones...WOW!

Finally, no matter what punishments you have used, do not forget aftercare. A punishment session can be exhausting for the submissive, both physically and emotionally. Thus the same procedures for post-scene aftercare apply for mental punishment sessions as well.

Instructions to Sissy Slut

Emailed to me by my delightful sissy, Slaveash - A little story

I had mailed mistress requesting an audience with her. When I did not hear from her for more than a week, I tried calling and leaving messages. But all I got was the voice mail message in mistress’ sexy voice. I began to wonder what I had done to annoy her in our last meeting. I would check my mail box daily to see if there any word from her. I have been wearing girlie panties, a bra and stockings with a garter belt under my clothes every day since our last meeting. Then one Friday evening I received an e-mail from her.

Eagerly, I opened the mail to read my mistress’ words, ready to follow all of her instructions. It went as follows:

Sissy Slut,

Patience is a virtue, something you don’t seem to have learnt yet slave. However, this is easily rectifiable. If you follow all of my instructions, I am willing to grant you an audience. However, you will be disciplined for clogging my voice-mail and inbox with your pathetic pleas.

Tasks have to be completed with evidence as proof of your compliance sent to me. You will be disciplined for any instruction you do not follow completely to the letter.

1. Right now I want you cum into your hand and drink up it all up. Lick up any drops which fall on the floor. I want you to mail me the pics.

1. You will milk your cum for and collect it for me in a condom from now till Sunday. You will bring it along with you when we meet.

1. After Sunday, you will not cum till the day I grace you with my presence.

1. Your body belongs to me now. I expect you to be clean and neat, all your body hair removed and you clean shaved before we meet. Failure will have its consequences

1. You will continue wearing your sissy underwear under your daily boring men’s clothes.

1. You will procure a butt plug for yourself. This is to be worn during the day. I have some plans for this orifice and would like to find it well stretched, so choose the size well.

1. You add at least one pair of high heels to your existing wardrobe. The higher the better. You will contact me to setup a date only once you have mastered walking them like a catwalk model

1. You will mail me you daily progress of the tasks

You will wait for further instructions.
Sinful and wickedly
Mistress

I immediately started jacking off in my hand to comply with her first command. Within the next week I had complied with most of mistress’ commands. I would mail my had picked a pair of 5” black colour heels and practiced my walk on the road in the middle of the night so as to keep this a secret. I did not want to disappoint mistress by putting on a bad show. By the middle of the second week, I was pretty confident that I had mastered walking in the heels. I informed her that I was ready and waited for the instructions to follow. I received it the same evening

Sissy Slut,

You have taken 15 days to complete your tasks. You have kept your mistress waiting. This has earned you a punishment of 30 strikes of the cane. Also, you should have practised walking in heels earlier in the evening, when there are more chances of meeting people. Your embarrassment and humiliation would have made for better reading and amusement to me your mistress. That will be rectified, my closet sissy.

However, I am pleased with your efforts, so I am willing to grant you an audience tomorrow. Follow these instructions before you come to my dungeon.

• Clean all your orifices. They are mine to use and abuse

• Tie your cock and balls with wet rope the way I have trained you.

• Wear the butt plug.

• Travel to my dungeon wearing your butt plug and new high heels in public transport

You will continue your old tasks.

Sinful and wickedly

Mistress

Reading this mail sent shivers down my spine. Mistress wanted me to wear the high heel shoes while travelling to her dungeon in the bus. There would be scores of people who would be able to see me. One part of me wanted to back out of doing it and run away. However, another part of me wanted to please mistress.

The next day, I got out of my house on the way to the dungeon, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. Underneath it I was wearing a matching pair of pink bra and lace panties, pink garter belt, stockings and a pair of high heeled shoes. My heart was felting like it was thudding in my chest. Would anyone notice the heels? Would they pass any comments? Would I be recognised????...

2012 The year vanilla turned grey

A SUBMISSIVE'S

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