I’m Back

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That’s right. I’m back from a hiatus… A looooong hiatus. I can’t believe that it has really been two years since my last post. I didn’t necessarily intend for that to happen. Never the less, I do have a couple of updates and announcements.

1) I’ll be continuing my “Black and White” series trying to post weekly.

2) I’ve been busy writing some erotica and publishing them on Amazon Kindle. I’ve started to add the titles to my Books Worth Reading page. Go check it out

3) I’ve also started offering services as a professional disciplinarian. Find out what that means and how it could benefit you at my other website here holisticdiscipline.com

4) If you want to get in touch with me from now on, you might get a faster response from my new email address on my about page

That’s all for now,

Welcome me back with a comment below.

–Miss Ari ^_^

The Hardest Part About This Blog

Class is not restricted by age.

Class is not restricted by age.

By far the pictures. I often find it difficult to find a picture depicting both elegance and female power. Most of the FemDom photos that can be found are vulgar to say the least. And a fair amount of picture of women in hosiery are of the same context. I need pictures that depict that hosiery is sexy, yes, but I also need pictures that do not make it seem sleazy.

This blog is restricted to the pictures of poise; of confident woman that know how to handle themselves in a manner that exceeds outsider opinions.

This is not something that I will settle on. I will not give in to something that is just okay. I will scavenge for the strong and accurate pictures. These days, we could use more determination in our lives even if we only start with something that may seem small.

I am not afraid to go first. I choose photos of the gentle prowess of the dominant woman and the men who love them.

–Miss Ari ^_^

His Hands Were Not Bound (fiction)

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His hands were not bound but he could not move. He was not gagged; not exactly, but he could not speak or see or hear, barely. Everything seemed so calm, though. There was no panic as he thought there would be. His heart hammered in his chest and that was all that he could focus on. He frowned as he wondered why that was suddenly all that he could feel as well. Something was missing.
She shook him harder. “Breathe.” She said in a commanding tone. He concluded that she had said so a few times before. He must not have heard her before.
Jim filled his lungs with air; sucking it in as if he were starving for it. Naomi smiled.
“There you go.” She said soothingly. She touched his hair as she looked down at him. Jim looked up at her unaware of the affect that his helpless expression was having on her. She smiled again.
He saw her upside down. To his right and left he could feel her thighs on his ears as she knelt above his head. Her weight was currently resting on her feet which were folded beneath her bottom.
She had previously been sitting over him, smothering him slightly with her loveliness. He was not entirely sure when she lifted herself off or how long she sat.
“Wha…” Jim licked his lips as his mouth was suddenly very dry. “What happened?”
Jim watched Naomi’s dark red lips move as she spoke.
“I reminded you to breathe. I was sure that you had enough room to, but I do not think that you heard me. I decided to check on you.”
“Did I pass out?” Jim asked. He heard his voice as he spoke but he was not sure how she was able to hear him. He was speaking so softly and meekly. He was surprised at the small sound that his voice seemed to favor at the moment.
Naomi was still smiling and touching his hair gently. He tried to resist the urge to moan at her caress, but he failed. He moaned softly and began to blush, feeling embarrassed. But when he looked at her face, he did not know what he was so embarrassed about. She looked as if she almost expected him to react this way to her touch.
“No.” She said answering his question. “But when I looked at you, you looked so… You seemed spaced out, conscious, but in another world entirely.”
“Subspace.” Jim said before he had a chance to stop himself.
Naomi nodded. “You told me about that. How do you know all of these new terms?”
“I read them somewhere on the internet.” Jim said, suddenly unable to remember where exactly he had read them or why he had done so.
“And?”
Jim could not answer her. He did not understand.
“Did you like it?”
“Well, I don’t know. I have never felt this way before. It is so strange. I–I don’t dislike it.”
Naomi smiled. “Do you want to do it again?”
Jim nodded immediately.

“Then you like it.”

Jim’s eyes went slightly wide. Of course he liked it; it made sense now. Why had he hesitated before?

She stopped touching his hair for a few moments. “I liked it.” She proclaimed. Jim was a bit shocked. He had though that she would find it weird or disgusting. He had not expected that she would even try it. Even when she agreed, he thought she was just doing it because he wanted to. But he was wrong. She actually enjoyed it!

“I like what it does to you. I like the way it makes you look at me.” He could tell by her smile that he was still looking at her in that way that she liked. “I definitely want to do it again.”

Jim thought as he gazed up at her. How had this all happened? It started as a simple conversation about the things he had been reading. Anything that they did usually began as a simple conversation. Jim and Naomi met in history class. They were both fifteen minutes early and after only three minutes, they were talking politics and quiet studying spots on campus. Jim was good at talking but he was never very good at putting his ideas into action. Naomi was great at that. Sometimes if he wasn’t careful what he said around her, he would end up willingly doing something that he had previously had no interest in. She had a hold over him that way.

He couldn’t resist her direction and he could never bring himself to complain about it.

“Are you ready?” Naomi asked raising up onto her knees.

Jim raised his eyebrows. “You meant now?”

Naomi nodded as she began to lower herself slowly over his face. The light faded away as he felt her come into contact with him. He could feel her warmth. He could smell her arousal. He felt surrounded by her. He couldn’t imagine anything better.

Naomi’s hand stroking his chest reminded him that he should breathe as he lost all train of thought again.

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

For stories from my personal relationship, see my other blog.

Bad Advice Part 4: Strap-on Play (the Concept)

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This post may be very closely related to another post of mine where I discuss some of the ideas that I consider to be problematic in FemDom literature. Most (if not all) of the bad advice associated with strap-on play comes from erotic stories.

There are a number of sites (“vanilla” and “kinky” alike) that offer advice for anal play but, some how, as soon as the idea is introduced into a FemDom story, all precaution is forgotten.

That said, safety is not even the biggest issue in these stories. The biggest issue is a false representation of FemDom. In a majority of the FemDom stories I have read, strap-on’s are portrayed as a way to stand in for something that the dominant woman lacks. A penis.

I am not at all stating that there is anything wrong with having such an organ, but there certainly is something wrong with the idea that the lack of one is looked down upon. By this definition, every woman is made to seem inadequate and the only way that she can be truly dominant, is by means of a false phallus.

I will admit that this reasoning is hard to detect at first. I first noticed it when I read a phrase in a short story where the Dominant Woman states that she is sorry that she doesn’t have anything for him to swallow. (just imagine the context)

Why should she be sorry for something like that? How could she feel the need to apologize for not being a man? This is not at all what FemDom is about. FemDom is about fulfilling the will of the female. If that will includes her enjoying him in this way, then that is her decision. The strap-on is a tool of convenience for the woman. It is not a way for the woman to seek her dominance through taking on the form of a man.

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

P.S. Not all FemDom literature experiences are bad ones. Here is a link to a short story that I did enjoy, sent to me by one of my blog’s followers. Enjoy.

P.P.S. For stories from my personal relationship, see my other blog.

 

A Man That Provides (A Poem)

tumblr_mhkc4j8x0s1rgsoq1o1_400I grew up with those girls in cherry red laces,
With snow white bows, and soft pretty faces,
And I’ll swear to you over and over again,
Than I can’t possibly be any different than them.

They desire a mate that’s strong not lame,
And to some extent, I swear I’m the same,
They prepare and train and work all their lives,
In order to gain a man that provides.

If I set my standards to a scale of ten,
Manners would appear again and again,
I would not stand for ill manner or rudeness, besides,
A girl only wishes her man would provide.

I’ve picked out his duties, his jobs and more,
I will need him able, to complete the chores,
He must be obedient and provide patient features,
And if he were docile, that wouldn’t hurt either.

For the best results, I guess I must lead,
But it will be quite easy indeed,
He’ll learn when to shut his mouth to survive,
I want nothing more than a man who provides.

So don’t you see? It’s not much that I ask.
I believe I’ve requested the simplest task,
These submissive men are in large supply,
It is easy to find man that provides.

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

This poem was inspired in part by my own experiences of hearing what was desired around me and thinking that I wanted the same thing. And of course, I could say that I want a man that provides just like the other women but, I never really did want what they want. My ideal man provided different things than theirs did. I think a lot of women are like this. They are holding back and trying to fit their wants and their needs into the empty spaces of societies puzzle, but sooner or later they will find that it doesn’t work.

And when that day comes, it will all make sense.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Bring Me a Chair! (an erotic story)

chairThere was something about the way she said those words that made his heart, his head, and everything between his legs lurch with excitement. Their relationship was a pretty normal one. Miss made most of their decisions since they have been living together, but other than that they behaved just like any other couple. They laughed, they cried, the fought, they made love. But the four words that he practically lived to hear came only once in a while.

Miss had had a bad week. He could tell. He had tried to stay out of her way to avoid her temper until she calmed down but it seems that she would not be calming down by herself. Her lovely brown eyes scrunched slightly as she looked over at him. She had a towel wrapped around her body as she stepped out of the bathroom and she let it fall to the floor at her feet. Matt didn’t try to hide his lust as he looked over her supple frame. He was lost in the smooth brown of her skin that hugged every luscious curve of her body. Her hair was wet and it was curling up around her face. His breathing was heavy and he could feel his pale face flushing deep red. He wanted to go up to her and take her in his arms and kiss every inch of her body. He wanted to take her, but his body was not under his own power. It was under hers. And her gaze told him not to move.

So he stood there, waiting, hoping and wishing that she would say his favorite words. Those words that he loved to hear. His gaze lingered at her mouth, and for a minute, he thought he saw a smile.

Then she parted her sweet lips. “Bring me a chair”. He knew better than to hesitate. He went straight to the corner of their bed room where there sat a dark brown wood chair with a red velvet covered seat cushion. He careful lifted the chair and sat it next to where she stood.

His hands were almost shaking with nervousness. He never knew what to expect when she said those words. Images of what had occurred in the past in that chair were like a blur in his mind. He remembered kneeling in front if the chair pleasuring her, and he remembered Miss sitting in the chair as he lay over her lap receiving punishment. A lot of times, she had him stand behind the chair and bend over it. She seemed to like that position. But perhaps he liked it more.

He always felt ashamed of liking the things that happened in that position, but he had a feeling that she already knew that. He loved how well Miss could read him. And he loved that chair because it meant quality time with her. He loved those words. But he loved her next words even more.

“Strip and kneel!”…

–Miss Ari ^_^

 

For stories from my personal relationship, see my other blog.

I’m Taking You With Me

Will you follow, or are you too afraid?

Will you follow, or are you too afraid?

You’ve made a terrible mistake, My darling.

For being so good at these things that I ask of you. For knowing me so well after only a few short months. It was a terribly wonderful mistake because now I’m taking taking you with me.

It is not a question, My dear man,

but if it were, I know your answer would be “Yes, Miss!”, so it is actually better for me to simply tell you that I am taking you with me.

I am going to so many wonderful places,

Some I may just visit and some I may stay a while, but each one will be grand. I am going to the end of the earth and (perhaps) back. And you don’t have to say anything, My sweet, for I know that you will follow me all the way. And that is why I’m taking you with me.

I am so happy to see how confused you are now.

We will count the days together until you finally see the glory of what I have allowed of you, treasured slave. What I have allowed now that I’m taking you with me.

Don’t worry about your inexperience, though. I already know of it and I am willing to teach you when I take you with me.

Don’t worry of the key to your new silver collar, My beloved. We will mot need it now that I have decided that I’m taking you with me.

Don’t worry of what others will think, My pet, none of their opinions will matter anymore when we get started.

And don’t worry that I will become bored of you, My pet.

I have bought fair for an endless journey seated left of my desires and right of my passions.

And aren’t you so glad that I’m taking you with me?

–Miss Ari ^_^