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This was one of the wildest days of my entire life, in which I (for the very first time, but NOT the last) drank my own piss in PUBLIC (along with Slut J of course), stopped a massive fight at a NJ Devils hockey game (using my special dominant powers,) and trampled through an awesome NYC haunted house “Blood Manor” with Slut J proudly wearing my cum-stained panties.

 

 

 

 

Slut J (screen name “strength101proof” on MercyMistress.com) and I have shared an awesome day of kinky BDSM and vanilla fun, and I FINALLY got around to writing about it. We arranged our hectic schedules to accommodate one hell of an adventure. We planned a designated day (Oct. 29^th) of play, dining, a hockey game, and a haunted house.

 

We started our day with a fun session of cupcakes and body worship, strap-on, and the usual BDSM shit…. After a couple of hours of intense play, we had dinner at our favorite Portuguese restaurant in the IronBound section of Newark. I ate like 3 plates of seafood and Slut J was sitting across wearing my panties under his clothes. We talked so much at dinner and didn’t realize the hockey game had started. I shoved the remaining cupcakes down my throat and we jumped in my SUV and headed to the game. Slut J had excellent club seat tickets in which we were center ice, directly behind the player’s bench. This was my first time at a hockey game and I was amazed at the VIOLENCE of this sport…I LOVED IT. I saw at least 3 aggressive fights that really turned me on. One of the Devils players attacked a Maple Leafs player punching him…. knocking out his stitches from a previous fight. The wounded player came over to the bench for bandages and I got to see his ripped stitches, as he was bleeding like a slaughtered pig. The loud-speaker music during the game added to the intense ambiance. Wild music was being played such as Pantera, Motley Crue, and Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy.”  I was totally impressed with this violent sport, so I decided to prepare a fresh glass of my warm champagne to add some kink to entertainment. I sent Slut J out to bring back a Devil’s souvenir glass. He obeyed my command… I took the glass to the bathroom and filled it with my warm nectars. I brought back a fresh glass of piss to quench the thirst of Slut J. He immediately knew what it was and began to drink. He seemed so happy drinking my piss from the souvenir glass, bragging about the taste and scent. I was having a lot of fun at the moment, so I decided to push a limit for MYSELF. I grabbed the glass of my warm piss and took a drink for my first time ever. I initially thought I was going be disgusted by the flavor and spit it back out in the glass. HOWEVER, after the initial shock, I actually enjoyed my piss and swallowed. It was so warm and inviting going down my throat, slightly bitter with a sweet and welcomed after-taste. Impressed with my own flavors, I drank a bit more and eventually swallowed half a glass. Slut J was stunned…I was psyched to finally experience and taste the aromatic gifts that I had been feeding my slaves for years. I had this great and unusual after-taste lingering in my mouth. It was better than any beer I had sampled at the game. Indulging in my own natural juices, I felt powerful and dirty at the same time, quite an interesting combination of emotions…. Slut J claims my face was glowing and I was smiling contently. Mentally, I was unaware of my reactions as I was still recovering from something I NEVER dreamt I would even attempt.

 

We left about a quarter glass of piss to finish drinking later in the game. Meanwhile, we set the glass of piss down next to a married couple that was seated beside us. Slut J was feeling brave and up for some public humiliation. I demanded that Slut J announce to this very vanilla and conservative married couple that he was drinking piss in his glass instead of beer. When Slut J publicly announced he was drinking my piss in his glass, the husband of this conservatively-dressed couple actually picked up the glass in disbelief and sniffed it. He then exclaimed “Oh, my! That really is urine he is drinking.” He showed the glass to his wife and explained that if it were really beer, it would have carbonation bubbles. When his wife realized it was piss, she looked horrified, so I wanted to take this moment of shock to a whole new level. I grabbed the glass and took a few sips of my piss, and passed it to Slut J, who eagerly finished it off. This vanilla married couple became very quiet with shock and disbelief. The look on their faces as I drank my piss was PRICELESS. I finally let them off the hook with their discomforting embarrassments by leading Slut J over to a corner in which we both laughed uncontrollably for several minutes. I almost pissed again, I laughed so fucking hard.

 

As we were exiting game, a massive brawl broke out and some Canadian guy actually tried to drag Slut J into the fight when he attempted to help break it up. I was totally pissed off when some random “loser” actually threatened Slut J. I did not want to see any cops involved or watch someone get beaten by Slut J, so I tried my own methods of calming down aggressive men and breaking up a fight. I immediately ripped open my jacket, flashed my tits, and loudly announced “This fight is OVER.” All participants looked shocked and all arguments were soon silenced. One of the aggressive guys spoke up and said, “Yeah, listen to the girl, break it up and go home.” Other guys were like “Damn, nice rack,” and lost focus of the initial point of fighting. Slut J was shocked too, because that is not a gesture he would have expected from me in public, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I totally enjoyed using dominant power and feminine control to end that fight.

 

After the game, we ventured back into NYC and started our next round of debauchery. Slut J and I had planned a trip to Blood Manor, NYC’s best haunted house. We were like stupid little kids running through the haunted house (Slut J in my panties of course.) The best room was the 3-Dimensional demon room, where we were all handed a pair of 3-D glasses. I felt like I was back in Disney’s Magic Kingdom, with a wicked twist… I wasn’t really scared of all the haunted people, but Slut J was holding onto me for dear life This haunted house turned out to be one of the best I had ever visited (aside from one I attended back in college that was a giant maze in a corn field with a “Children of the Corn” theme.) I was totally happy to share such a “scare” with one of my favorite sluts ever. Oct. 29^th was probably the most action packed day/night that I ever shared with a slut, and I couldn’t have spent my time better…

 

So here are the mundane and sentimental details of our D/s relationship which has been consistent bi-weekly or more for 7 months now. Slut J is very loyal and travels religiously every other week from his home in NYC for extended sessions at our favorite play location in NJ. Our sessions are a bit different than most. More talking and laughing than play. Slut J talks excessively more than any other slave I have EVER had. Sometimes I just shut him up by gagging and mounting him even though I mostly enjoy his subject matter. His intense “stories” never bore me. Slut J has a diverse and interesting background; he has experienced success in various aspects of his life and is very generous within his D/s relationship.

 

Slut J has accused me of being a bit cold and cruel at times when I briefly respond with “thanks, bitch” or “slut” to his mushy, sentimental 2 page emails. I figured this lengthy review of Slut J should get me off the hook for at least a few months. Slut J is one of my more thoughtful and sentimental sluts. He shows up with the most unexpected gifts. Unbeknownst to me, he had been conducting some research on my postings on MaxFisch and read a very old post in which I recommended for Domina M’s birthday vanilla cupcakes from Cupcake Café NYC. On our second session, Slut J brought 6 of my very favorite cupcakes to the session without me ever demanding them. When I opened the wrapped gift box to find my CC cupcakes, I just about came in my pants.

 

I happily gobbled ALL 6 within the first 2 hours of our session, almost biting his fingers off as he attempted to feed me. Ever since then, he has been bringing me all sorts of gifts from his extensive travels. He has created a SPOILED ROTTEN DOMME.

 

 

   Will Slut J be my slut forever? Who knows? BDSM relationships cum and go…I don’t like to put such expectations on life. But I do know that he is my bitch for now and I am certainly enjoying the moment. Taking one day at a time and making the most fun out of it…..                    

 

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Ten years ago Zimbabwe was known as the "breadbasket of Africa". Today the country lies in ruins, well past the verge of collapse. Inflation is immeasurable, and a cholera outbreak is sweeping the entire country. What brought this once proud country to the point of ruin? Why do countries like South Africa and the United States stand idly by while a dictator kills hundreds of innocent people, allows more to die of disease and starvation, and thumbs his nose at the Western world?

Even Nobel Peace Prize winner Jimmy Carter has called for the removal of Zimbabwe President Mugabe by military force. Perhaps the wounds of Mogadishu are still fresh in the minds of an already unpopular American president. There’s no military threat by Zimbabwe to the rest of Africa, and piracy off the coast of Somalia poses a more imminent threat to the free world. But there are important and valuable lessons that we can learn from Zimbabwe - how to kill a democracy.

In 2000, over 70% of arable farmland was owned by a small minority of white farmers. The white farmers were citizens of Zimbabwe who legally purchased the land from the Mugabe regime. The farmland was mainly farmed by non-white Rhodesians (the original inhabitants of ZImbabwe). Under Mugabe’s land reform act, the land was supposed to be taken away from the white minority and redistributed entirely to the native Rhodesian workers.

At first, the white minority resisted Mugabe’s land reform. Those who resisted were killed, their homes were burned, their land was confiscated. Mugabe engaged the workers to turn against the land owners with the promise that the land would become theirs.

The land was never redistributed to the workers as originally promised, but instead awarded to Mugabe’s friends and political allies. Neither group was particularly skilled in farming or even interested in producing anything of value from the land. Instead, owning property was seen as a sign of wealth and status. The farmers were quickly evicted from the land that was once their home.

The production of food dramatically dropped. The minority land owners that were skilled at farm management were either dead or had fled ZImbabwe entirely. The elite regime that ruled had no interest in food production or in allowing the native Rhodesians to work the land. Under the old system, the workers lived on the land and produced the food they ate. Under the new system, the workers had no place to live anymore, and now, they also had no food to eat.

There are lessons America can learn from Zimbabwe. The redistribution of wealth by the government does not lead to happier lives for all people. Government corruption and mismanagement often leads to redistribution of wealth from the hands of the few to the even smaller number of the elite few. Under government management, there is no incentive or even benefit for the best and brightest to produce anything of value. When a government edict can instantly nullify years of hard work, what’s the point of trying to get ahead in life or even trying to succeed?

American politicans often use the term "fairness" as a substitute for the "redistribution of wealth." What is fair to one person or group of people may be unfair to another person. The Constitution only guarantees the equality of opportunity, not the equality of all outcomes. The "fairness doctrine" is bandied about equally by both political parties. The Republicans step on the backs of the little guy to bail out Wall Street, claiming that what’s good for Wall Street is good for Main Street. These are the same Republicans who passed bankruptcy reform laws making it harder for the little guy on Main Street to receive a fresh start, yet freely give away billions of taxpayer dollars to companies that are spending the money on year end bonuses. The Democrats are just as bad. While claiming they are for cutting taxes for the middle class, they actually raise taxes across the board on just about everything. Of course the Democratic definition of a middle class family is a family of four living in Iowa scraping by on $40,000 a year, while the definition of rich is a family of 4 living in New York on $100,000 a year. Clearly, the Democrats have never tried to survive in New York or buy a house on $100,000 a year after paying New York State income taxes and the ridiculous tolls and commuting costs among other things.

The ideologies of both the Republicans and Democrats are unfair to the American public. I have no affiliation with either political party. Both parties are self-serving, just like Mugabe’s regime. The laws and legislation championed by both parties only serves to line the pockets of the lobbyists, consulting firms, and corporate boards their wives, sons, daughters, and political allies sit on. While the redistribution of wealth in America is not as extreme as the land redistrubition in ZImbabwe, it still exists in America today.

Every great Empire eventually collapses. New Superpowers rise, old ones fall. Government regulations and policies are leading to the slow fall of our country from within. Unless we return to the innovation that made this country great and free ourselves of burdensome government intrusion into our lives we will slowly starve like the citizens of Zimbabwe.