The Political Pervert

The Onion strikes again!

2007-09-19T14:43:43Z

Sorry for not posting in awhile folks.

Most of my friends will see the humor in this one..

http://www.theonion.com/content/news/description_of_sexual_fantasy

Happy Valentine's Day

2007-02-15T03:04:44Z

This Valentines Day I awoke from a nap to the sight of embre, standing splendidly naked before me. She had asked me what I wanted for this special day, and my answer was "a Master's dinner, please". I knew that the meal would be soon, but I wanted a moment to savor her first. My girl looks beautiful to me even right out of the shower, but today I was seeing her made up just how I like. Mascara to emphasize her hypnotic, loving eyes...hair worn up to reveal a lovely neck, and red lipstick on her sensuous mouth. I wanted her on top of me right away, and within minutes she was rewarded with a loud, squirming orgasm. I had my turn, taking her from behind and enjoying the sight of her in the mirror. I was urgent and rough, riding the brink until I found just what I needed to complete the act. Slapping her ass hard, her piercing screams were just what I needed to get "mine".

Dinner was served soon after, consisting of tenderloin expertly butterflied by embre, and complimented by tiger shrimp pasta. Her smile was the perfect accompaniment to this candle lit feast. It couldn't have been an better at 5 star restaurant, and the service no where near as beautiful.

"Anyone who serves you has to know how to cook. I'm glad I could learn for you, Master"

Indeed, years had passed since the days when my girl would simply lament" I'm hungry!" around dinner time. slave embre had much to learn from me, but her capacity to love and please was always there. The result, among many other pleasures, was yet another unforgettable Valentine's Day for the two of us.

I hope that each of you is enjoying this holiday with someone special as well.

Latest obituaries...

2007-02-09T00:06:19Z

Anna Nicole: The vapid, money grubbing, drug addicted publicity whore made every headline in the country when she died today.

I also happened to find this recent obituary, written by a young man's parents. Not on the front pages, but a person I would could actually give a damn about.

CHRISTOPHER DANIEL WALDRON

September 20, 1975-January 22, 2007

Our beloved son, Chris, lost his battle with brain cancer at the age of 31.

Born to Michael Duane Waldron and Barbara Virginia (Catlin) Waldron, he lived most of his life in Port Angeles.

Chris always had a great story to tell for whomever crossed his path, a special gift, bringing happiness to others.

Christopher's positive outlook on life has been an inspiration to family and friends. His strong will to never give up on what meant the most was apparent throughout his life.

You could count on Chris; his loyalty and laughter was enjoyed by his family and friends as well.

" I can't stop it!"

2006-11-20T16:13:31Z

...that's what she screamed just before she came, with only my cock pounding in and out of her slippery asshole.

That was last Saturday. Today is Monday, and she is leaving soon...back to her family for the holidays.

Its going to a long week without my sweet li'l fuck toy. Drive safe little one.

Virginity: NOT a virtue

2006-05-15T01:41:07Z

Mark Morford at SFgate makes a funny, profound comment on the bizzare world of Christian "Purity Balls"

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/gate/archive/2006/05/12/notes051206.DTL&nl=fix

Thanks to Stephen C

2006-05-05T16:40:14Z

Stephen Colbert hit the big time when he was invited to host the annual Washington Correspondents dinner last weekend. We usually just get to see him parody the likes of Bill O' Reilly and Joe Scarborough on Comedy Central, but this time he got to do it right in front of George W. Needless to say, most of the audience of Bush lackeys and beltway bandits were not amused, but the rest of us laughed our asses off.

See the video here:
http://www.c-span.org/

And thank the man here:
http://thankyoustephencolbert.org/

Canadian Politics moves to the Right

2006-01-26T18:32:10Z

Looks like Canadian voters have asked for a more conservative government:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10988596/

I guess 13 years of peace and free health care were too much for some people.

On the positive side, those in our own country that can't stand Bush will finally stop talking about "running to Canada".

There is no running from the politics of igorance and intolerance.

You have to fight it where you stand.

White lace reminiscing

2006-01-14T03:45:34Z

I’ve never been much of a lingerie fan until now. The kind of bondage pictures I grew up with in the 70s seemed to over do the stockings, garters and high heels more than I would have liked. I always preferred to see models totally naked, save for a leather collar and cuffs.

So why I asked embre to dress in white lingerie last Monday is beyond me. It might have been an old video I’d found of embre dressed for her first prom. If it were anyone but her it wouldn’t have interested me...but she’s my slave now, and its fun to wonder how she would have reacted to such a revelation over a decade ago.

White stockings and shoes, white garter and lace panties, lace see through bra and gloves...I wanted to see it all on her. It wasn’t enough to see it on the television screen. I wanted this prom queen close enough to touch. I wouldn’t be disappointed.

What we couldn’t find at Target turned up at the local consignment store. If only the pinched old Catholic women knew what we had planned with their “gently used” formal wear.

My embre dressed and prepared herself with her characteristic patience and attention to detail. Not just to serve her Master, but because she loves me. When she finally descended the last step to reveal herself, I was speechless.

Seeing her stand before me in perfect white against her smooth skin...I didn’t feel like a Master at all, more like a kid at Christmas. Here was the same girl I had seen in the video...the clothing different and more provocative, but with the exact same smile. I had never been to a prom before, but here I was imagining what it would be like at the end of the night....that unthinkable prospect of “getting lucky” coming true for the boy next door.

It was hard to take her all in at once, like gazing too long at the sun. When I had recovered from the initial shock, Master thoughts took over and I began to take her all in. I allowed my hands to follow my eyes, and I was drawn to a neck left bare by her hair pulled to one side...80s style.

“Its so not the fashion now” she quipped.

My answer was to stroke her hair, kiss the softness of her neck, and to linger in the scent of her perfume.

Upstairs in our bedroom, I permitted myself to be less of a gentleman. Bending her over the bed, I explored the folds of her sex, finding her wet beyond our expectations. I spanked her ass with sharp strokes, because I liked the sound and the way her skin blushed. But my desires were guiding me to a more perverse, selfish pleasure.

“Up on the bed, show it to me”.

She climbed onto the bed and buried her face in the sheets. With a plaintive sigh, she reached back to pull her panties to the side, and spread her ass cheeks for me. I fingered her slit for good measure, then pressed a slippery thumb against her “naughty hole”. Her response was loud and delightful.

“I can have anything I want?” I asked rhetorically.

“Anything you want” she cooed.

“Then get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror.”

Climbing up behind her, I took in this perverted fantasy come true. I was quick to find her asshole with the head of my cock, and I let it rest there while it seduced her tight opening. Together, embre and I let it slip in slowly.

“It stings”she confessed.

“I’m not moving, love” I promised her.

“May I finger myself, please?” she asked.

“Of course”.

I watched my slave remove a snowy white glove, and her hand disappeared beneath her. The pace of her breathing changed, and I knew she was rubbing her slobbering cunt.

I could fuck her ass now, but I dared not penetrate too deeply. Today, I wanted to reward her for making another fantasy come true for me.

She was close, very close to orgasm in a short time. I could tell by the way she was panting and moaning. Suddenly, she perched up on both hands and panted “I’ve got to stop, I’m going to come!”

But it was too late for my little embre. I was still fucking her ass, pulling on her pretty white garters like they were the reigns of an untamed filly. I pinched the purple bruises of her ass flesh, marks left over from the weekend’s fetish night out.

“I can’t stop it!” she screamed in a panic.

A smile and nod was my only reply, and she knew it was what I wanted.

I shoved my cock in as hard and deep as I could, as embre shrieked and shuddered from her powerful release. As her pleasure began to wane, the pain of her sodomy overwhelmed her.

“It hurts! Take it out please!”

My cock was already slipping out and I collapsed next to my girl as wasted as she was.

Later, she would ride my cock to my own pleasure, while I imagined her ending the perfect prom night. Afterward, we packed the lingerie away where we would find it again soon.

This next Thursday, I will have known embre for six amazing years. Every day seems to bring another surprise, and I am learning more and more about what satisfies an old pervert like me. I’ve learned how much I enjoy the sight of lingerie on my sweet slave girl, and I’m reminded just how easy it is to make another person happy...all you have to do is give a damn.

...but that said, I’ll still always prefer to see the slave naked!

Quiz...would you have been a Nazi?

2005-10-22T17:42:23Z

The Resistance
Achtung! You are 23% brainwashworthy, 18% antitolerant, and 47% blindly patriotic

Welcome to the Resistance (Der Widerstand)! You believe in freedom, justice, equality, and your country, and you can't be converted to the the dark side.

Breakdown: your Blind Patriotism levels are borderline unhealthy, but
you show such a love of people from everywhere and a natural resistance
to brainwashing, you would probably focus your energy to fight the Fuehrer with furor, so to speak.

Conclusion: born and raised in Germany in the early 1930's, you would
have taken up ARMS against the oppressors. Or even your friends'
oppressors. Congratulations!

Less than 5% of all test takers earn a spot in the Resistance!

The Would You Have Been A Nazi? Test

- it rules -

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 13% on brainwashworthy
You scored higher than 10% on antitolerant
You scored higher than 61% on patriotic

Link: The Would You Have Been a Nazi Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Letter to our Senators

2005-10-22T17:20:37Z

Here is the text of our letter on censorship, signed by embre and I and sent to our Senators. For those that would like to send a similar letter, feel free to cut n' paste what I have written if you like.

A phone call is even easier, and takes less than a minute.

All the info you need is at www.congress.org.

"Dear Honorable Senator:

Thank you for taking the time to read our letter.

My wife and I have written to you on a number of occasions, always with words of support for your policies. Today we write to you to voice our concerns about misguided priorities in Washington, as well as a disturbing assault on First Amendment rights.

When we heard that the Attorney General had created an FBI task force to investigate obscenity, we were shocked by this misappropriation of government resources. With the threat of international terrorists at large here and abroad, this is an absurd choice of priorities. I can’t help but recall the months just prior to 9/11, when John Ashcroft’s top priority was his war on porn. It was during this time that Al Qaeda was orchestrating the most devastating attack against our homeland in our nation’s history, all under the radar of the Department of Justice.

It is well known that a conservative, evangelical base has been pressuring our government to shut down the pornography industry, simply because it doesn’t compliment their own vision of a “Christian America”. HR 3132 is an example of government sponsored censorship, cleverly concealed as a “Child Protection Act”. My wife and I both wish to see child pornography prosecuted and eradicated wherever it is found. However, using a noble cause for disingenuous purposes is the nadir of political intrigue.

Our concern is that the religious right is using their ample influence with President Bush to dismantle First Amendment rights preserved in our Constitution. And while pornographers like “Max Hardcore” and “Extreme Associates” may disturb us with their brand of misogynistic media, we are more afraid of Christian fundamentalists who wish to control what we can read, watch or write in this country.

To us, adult material, created by consenting adults, does not weaken the fabric of our society. On the other hand, making such material illegal because a majority “doesn’t like it”, sets a dangerous precedent, and undermines the important role of free speech in this country.

We hope that you will embrace most, if not all of the beliefs we have expressed here, and challenge these threats to the First Amendment.

Respectfully..."

The end of the "Free" Internet

2005-10-22T00:16:20Z

It's no longer just calling the "sky falling". The long awaited Bush war on pornography is just starting to change the landscape of the WWW as we know it. Midori, Insex and Suicide Girls are just a few of the most recent, visible websites who have either censored their content, or closed down altogether.
Ever since Bush was elected in 2000, embre and I have watched with interest how this battle has brewed into a full scale war. Pressure (and more important MONEY) from the religious right has given Bush, Ashcroft and Gonzales incentives to prosecute Obscenity.
Scariest of all, is the DOJ decision to include "Sadomasochism" as an Obscenity crime. So ANY website that features bondage or spanking is now a potential target, including one some of you may already be familiar with...Slave Next Door.
Historically, Obscenity has never been protected by the First Amendment...but it had to be proven as such by a jury. Years ago, the supreme court decided that media had to be proven obscene as a whole...that is...you couldn't take just one page out of a book and call it obsecene. The work in its entirety had to be considered for its literary or artistic value. To me, works like Insex and Midori's "Beautybound" were much more than just appeals to "purient interest"...meaning, they were more than just jack off material! With our own website, Slave Next Door has always tried to cradle the way we play...canes, floggers and bondage..in the context of love. Years ago, embre and I met and cultivated our union, with the belief that for us, S&M was the key to a happy, long term relationhip.
Whether or not a jury sees it this way is anyone's guess...but to us, Slave Next Door is much more than pornography. Its a visual and literary testament to a loving union...and and inspiration to those who seek happiness in the way we have.
But our decision to weather the storm is much more than a decision of principle. Slave Next Door is embre's profession, and a vital means to survival. Every month, the hard earned money our members give us allows us to pay our bills, and sustain our existence as a family.
We didn't ask for this war on porn, but we are going to fight the powers that be at our every opportunity. I know that some of you have our back in this...and for that, we are grateful.
By entering your zip code at www.congress.org, you will find the politicians to call or write to express your own outrage. If enough of us voice our opinions, it just might make a difference.

Summer update

2005-08-17T22:26:14Z

Two amazing months have passed by since my last update, and to say that much has happened would be supreme understatement. 3000 miles in June brought us to the doorsteps of friends old and new. It was a series of new adventures and new breakthroughs for embre and I, and well worth the journey.

At the beginning of this month, we made our annual sojourn to the west coast, where once again we were teased and inspired by the sights, smells and denizens of our future home. It might take us 10 years to get there, but as with many things in life, anticipation grows the sweetest fruit.

After a one day turnaround, we were off to a long belated/much anticipated visit to our good friends Fetish Freak and the lady Norvell Louwho! We were spoiled every minute of our stay with lavish quarters, culinary delights, passionate dungeon play, and best of all...getting to know two very exceptional people! It was an honor to be friends with such generous, clever and loving folks as they truly are. I am already anxious to reunite with them again.

Finally, the company of these fine friends was perfect for marking embre as my slave...permanently. It was a simple tattoo bearing the mark of her Master, and it only makes her beauty that much sweeter to me. Perhaps soon I will stop telling her to drop her pants every 10 minutes so I can enjoy it...or maybe I'll just tell her to strip altogether? After some deliberation and much preparation, I intend to brand and cut more details to the design...to personalize it even more, and make it even more pleasing to my eyes. Its also nice to know that embre shares my anticipation like a month old puppy! It will be a pleasure to write more on this very soon.

Rob Halford live!

2005-06-08T05:43:24Z

After 20 long years of passive admiration, I was finally able to see my favorite band...up close and personal. Judas Priest is starting the American leg of their latest world tour this past weekend, and embre and I were a just pick’s throw from the main event. And while I may have sacrificed the high range of my hearing Saturday night, it was a dream come true for me.
Best of all, I got to see Rob Halford strut his stuff and provide the acoustic version of a severe ass whipping. Each time I look over at embre, she shared a huge smile and for me and said “He’s RIGHT THERE sweetheart!” And indeed he was. I had just one chance to “show the love” I’d kept to myself all these years...so I threw up my arms, sang along, and yelled until my voice was gone. I’m sure I looked much like the other middle aged metal heads there, but I was beyond caring about appearances.
“He blew you a kiss!” embre squealed after the Metal God walked off the stage. It certainly seemed possible, and I like to think it was some exchange of mutual admiration. Not only is this guy a Rock and Roll survivor, but he has the balls to live his life as he is...an openly gay leather man . For me, I know that I’ll never be able to look at another guy’s package and find love, but I have nothing but the highest respect for the men who live life free of shame and hypocrisy. There aren’t many pop stars who I respect, but you can bet I’ll be cheering Rob on again...whether its front stage at a concert, or at the next leather pride parade.

Time to call...

2005-04-15T03:37:44Z

If you haven’t called your Senators lately, I couldn’t think of a better time than right now.

When I was going to school, the term “nuclear option” was used in the context of armageddon. But Dick Cheney uses these words to threaten the very nature of checks and balances in our democracy.

At issue is the current administrations plan to force a wave of new federal judges, all who have demonstrated their preference for politics that should scare us all. Much of this is a reaction to the Supreme court decision to reverse the Texas sodomy law that tried to regulate the private conduct of consenting adults in their own homes. A majority of Americans...gay or straight...reacted with celebration, or at very least, by applauding this rare case of government embracing both reason and reality.

But sadly, those that would seek to perpetuate the legislation of our sex lives reacted with rage, and by organizing political pressure in the way that they have always been good at. The result was 4 more years of conservative power in America, and the religious right is expecting their payback for making it happen.

What Cheney means when he says “nuclear option” is using a parliamentary maneuver to eliminate the centuries old filibuster, placing absolute power to stack the courts in the hands of one party for the first time in history. And while they could try to do this anytime, it would take 51 senators from both parties to prevent it.

embre and I have already made calls to our Senators, and we are always amazed by how easy it is to do. It takes about 2 minutes of your time, and your comments are usually received by polite and professional people at the senators office (after all, your taxes do pay their salary!)

If you aren’t sure what to say, try the following:

“Hello, I live in _____, and I would like to urge the senator to oppose the nuclear option to eliminate the right filibuster judicial nominations. I believe in fair judges, and checks and balances in our government. Thank you very much.”

If you aren’t sure who to call, go to www.congress.org, click on “state officials” and enter your zip code. Click away at the senator’s links that pop up after that. Easy huh?

Many of you who read this journal come here because you are intelligent, freethinking, and passionate about your rights as Americans. By getting involved in this simple way, you carry the hopes that we all have for those rights.

Our thanks go to those who take the time to make a difference.

A Tribute To Sexy Grandmas

2005-03-11T13:58:34Z

Does anyone know what makes vintage smut so unique and appealing even to this day?
As I consider the new age of porn, with all of the plastic surgery and record setting gang bangs, older porn seems simpler and more innocent. I’m sure that many of these gals may not have been the “good girl next door”, but they were like most women now...they liked to look pretty, and have fun before a camera.
I like to think that most of the smiles were genuine, and the bodies less sculptured and “fake baked” like nowadays. And while some erotic photographers, like m_bluenote still enjoy taking pictures of ordinary people, they are a minority.
The feminine side was more natural in that time, and as such, more powerful. The beauty of these ladies was never forced or contrived, and because of this it had a power that modern images cannot compete with.
Even with the most homely ladies of yesteryear, there was an appealing vulnerability that aroused the protective side in the hardest heart. Today, we see too many examples of women trying to act like second class men, instead of first class women. Today, the ladies I admire most take advantage of opportunities the dames 50 years ago never dreamed of...but they still enjoy the unique power that comes from being a woman.
And while these grandmas might not turn me on the same way if I were to see them naked today, it sure makes me smile to think of them keeping some grandpa warm in his bed somewhere.

Simple needs, amazing pleasures

2005-02-03T00:06:54Z

My needs...her needs...
For every side of our personalities that are the same, there seems to be a dichotomy found to embrace as well.
For her, flowers, back rubs and compliments are the “little things” that bring her daily happiness, and make her feel loved.
And while I do enjoy the occasional compliment, there’s nothing that says “I love you Master” more than a hot, erotic ass fuck.

Vive le difference!

And guess what...last night embre told me exactly how she felt about me!
Here are three truths that made it happen:

1) Spontaneous anal sex is hot and satisfying on occasion, but concentrated teasing and anticipation 24 hours prior makes things even better.

2) “Taking” her ass is a rare pleasure that I afford myself..like really spicy Thai food. But I’ve found that a “cat and mouse” seduction is usually more fun.

3) embre saying “ I hate to admit it, but the more often you fuck my ass, the easier it gets.” Not only did I not tease her about finally grasping this reality, but I probably won’t mention it the next time she pouts...okay, maybe I will.

All of these realities worked in my favor last night...and hers. After a full day of not-so-subtle innuendo and erotic build up, embre hopped into bed and “perched” for me with a glacier melting smile.
“Are you gonna put that big thick cock up my butt hole tonight?” She cooed.
“All the way in..all the way out...hard like a piston” I answered.
“No!” she squeaked, bouncing out of reach.
“C’mon...I’m just going to put the head in a l’il bit.” I lied.
She loved this game as much as I..even more so. “Well..okay..just LITTLE!” she ordered.
I leaned back on the bed and motioned to my cock, which was already gesturing obscenely towards her. She crawled the short distance to me as I watched her in the mirror. With agonizing slowness, she lowered her tongue to the head and began to lick.
“For so many years, I’ve watched porn movies and never found the perfect one” I commented as she took my cock into her mouth. “They were always lacking in some way, never leaving me completely satisfied. I guess that was what they were trying to accomplish all along...making us want more. But now, looking in the mirror, I feel like I’m in the perfect porno movie, with the hottest anal slut ever born...and I’ll always want more of this.”
I started probing her anus with a greasy finger, and I found that it was already yielding and readily available.
“I see you’ve already been talking to your asshole, telling her what’s going to happen tonight.”
“Mm hmm..”she moaned, absorbed in her delicious ministrations.
I turned her around to face her ass, and slipped my cock into her cunt to warm her up. But tonight, it wasn’t even necessary. She lifted her head up to face me in the mirror, and licked her lips. It was time. As I began to enter her ass, she winced in sharp pain...and not the “good” kind. I retreated from her hole and she voiced disappointment. In the past, embre had always feared that we had only one chance to penetrate her anally, with additional attempts just becoming more painful. But now it was time for a new lesson, and new truth...
“Its okay babe, we’ve been there before. We’ll just try again until we get it right.”
The next attempt went far better, and embre abandoned the cat and mouse game as my cock slid firmly inside her asshole.
“Please fuck me in the ass, Master!”
“Oooh...it hurts!”
“Its all the way up my butt hole!”
Her words kept swimming over me, keeping my cock hard even without any movement. It was the perfect opportunity for her to get used to the massive intrusion. Smart girl.
At regular intervals, my cock would involuntarily twitch and throb, giving her jolting reminders of its power and presence. All was going according to plan...
...but the unplanned would happen tonight.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, embre’s ass totally submitted as never before. Instead of the kind of small, gradual movements we were accustomed to, I was now able to penetrate embre’s ass with deep, regular thrusts. Seizing the opportunity...as well as her hips...I began fucking embre’s asshole with lust and purpose. Her eyes widened with surprise, caught off guard by the impossible made possible. Her mouth hung open as she panted with excitement.
“That’s it!” I rasped “Here it comes beautiful bitch”.
“Oh!” she mewed, giving me the most sincere look of love and gratitude I had ever seen.
There reaches a point in orgasm, where the body acts of its own accord. Its just prior to this point that I like to slow things down, and experience this sweet moment of transition. This is that special place where pleasure escapes my sphere of influence, and even the Master is just along for the ride.
I could feel a long, hard burst of cream leave my body, and I watched embre smile in celebration.
Yup...Its definitely the simple pleasures that make us happy these days.

Unforgettable Friday

2005-01-31T04:18:06Z

When I reminisce about trips I've made to Strip clubs in the past, I feel pretty ambivalent. Everytime I set foot in one of these places, I was aware of two certainties...that I would spend at least $20, and that I would be going home alone. The latter was probably a self-fulfilling prophesy, but I never wanted to be one of those guys who spent their life savings trying to get laid by a stripper.
But I digress. Despite the disappointments, I've never stopped going to strip clubs, mainly because I kept my expectations low. But last Friday, expectancy got an unexpected boost.
Maybe it was because I wasn't going there as just another guy. I went in company with slave embre, who's idea it was to pay a visit. From the minute I walked in the door, I was treated differently. With embre at my side I became a known quantity of sorts. This was a different feeling for me...being in a strip club with a beautiful woman who made obvious her adoration. In this place, her smiles and affection we so real that they became surreal.
I bought the bouncer a drink, who had remembered my "Alex de Large" persona from a Halloween visit last year. As we talked about Kubrick's creations, I sipped a whiskey sour that seemed less watered down than usual.
I've tucked more than a few bucks in my time, but I never got any pleasure from it. It always felt to me like I was fulfulling an obligation to be there. But these days, I can send embre up do do the job, and I enjoy the change immensely. Okay...more than that...I love it. It's the way the girls react to her cheerful and genuine demeanor. It's probably a change from the sour and vapid looks they get from the occassional female customer.
Such was the case with the young lady on stage tonight. In her 6 inch heels, she stood a bit taller then us both. Her long brown hair fell straight to her ass, which was flanked on both sides by smooth wide hips. She wasn't looking through embre like she did with the men in the audience. Instead, her eyes feasted on her like some kind of sensual buffet. This girl was young and horny for women...but she was also an experienced professional. Not only did she know how to turn about the pole...she was well versed in stripper etiquette.
She was already working embre's shirt up to her waist, when she stopped to ask me "May I?" A quick nod from me, and her hands deftly slipped embre's breasts from her bra. With my slave's back turned I couldn't see everything that was happening, but the girls enthusiastic cry told me that embre's tits were swinging free and proud. As I listend to the bouncer talking, I watched the girl work her way down embre's chest down to her tummy. From there, she dared further to a spot between her legs, where she breathed hotly through her jeans into her cunt. "She knew waht she was doing" embre panted to me when she returned..her face flushed from the experience.
After her set, embre's new friend paid us a visit. "I'll have to talk to my husband about this...I want to take her home with me!" I smiled in response and nodded my approval.
Even if I don't get another opportunity to offer my slave to this girl, the mere possibility has lit fantasy fires in both of us. I'll admit that the prospect was part of some frantic lovemaking later that night.
Something tells me that we'll be returning to our favorite little "gentleman's" club again very, very soon...

Current events joke of the day

2005-01-29T20:22:12Z

Q: How many Bush Administration officials does it take to screw in a
light bulb?

A: None. There is nothing wrong with the light bulb; its conditions are
improving every day. Any reports of its lack of incandescence are a
delusional spin from the liberal media. That light bulb has served
honorably, and anything you say undermines the lighting effect. Why do
you hate freedom?

Traumatizing effects of breast exposure...EXPOSED!

2005-01-27T04:33:16Z

Its good to see that another news source besides FOX is reporting the corrosive effects of sex on our society.
Read about this scandal here...

Last night's fetish

2005-01-20T04:26:44Z

I'll have to admit it right now...I have a fetish for my slave' ass. And I'm not just talking about the delicious round pair of glutes that make up her empennage...I mean the soft, tight little rosebud hidden between them. Last night, I wasn't sure if I would use this ass that I adore so much. Earlier inthe day, she made hints about having this kind of unnatural union that evening. But as the hour drew near, her commitment seemed to waver.

"I've already been looking forward to this" I objected.

But before I could utter another word, her hand was already sliding across my chest lovingly, reassuringly.

"I want to make you happy" she said...meaning every word.

"Get the lube" I responded.

The blankets fell away from her sumptuous buttocks as she reached for the Wet Platinum on the window sill. I, of course, just had to sink my teeth into her right cheek. I got the cutest squeal for my trouble.

She giggled like a teenage slut as she poured copious amounts of lube on my hand.

"Careful! Its $40 a bottle!" I chided her with a laugh.

These days, I never pass up an opportunity to finger embre's asshole, whether she likes it or not. There is a method behind the apparent madness. One of the biggest challenges facing embre has been an instinctive, involuntary response to protect her body from outside intrusion. And even though she wants to feel owned in this way, its very difficult to overcome a lifetime of this genetic reflex action.

This of course, is all the more reason for me to finger her ass often, but particularly on this night because of what was going to happen to her. When my finger slid across her ass cheeks, I was reassured by her contented sigh.

Despite the frequency of this act, I often have to troll my finger up and down her valley to find what I seek. There is always an adrenalin rush when I do, and for a moment I rested my finger at the opening and enjoyed the moment. Eventually, I used light circles to explore the soft wrinkles and then ventured inside the opening...testing for a reaction. This night, it’s a gasp of pleasure, and she shifted her body to signal satisfaction.

"You like my finger in your tight little asshole?" I asked rhetorically.

She whimpered and buried her head into her pillow.

...embre was in her special place.

As her Master, it would have been simple to take what I wanted without thought to her own desire. I have no problem with this idea, because embre gave up entitlement to her own pleasure when she became my slave. Even if I do get pleasure from such excess, tonight was not be one of these times. This particular evening I wanted the seduction.

When I was ready, I straddled embre as she lay on her stomach, legs together. Excited moans spurted from her mouth as she felt my weight and contemplated an imminent perversion.

In the darkness of our bedroom, a street light infiltrated through the blinds on to embre's back. The curves of her own body created an artistic influence, but my fascination was brief as I discovered the beauty of her face, turned to the side and looking lost in lust and intensity.

"I'm doing this to her", I realized...brought her to this place of pleasure, and I felt more powerful than ever.

My cock responded fully and quickly, as if trying to honor her expectation. Then slowly, but not without challenge and effort, my member pressed its way into the slippery opening. Unlike vaginal sex, there would be no frantic thrusting or urgency. As I looked into her angel face, I kept my cock hard as she opened her whore's body for me. And quite slowly, my cock made a houdini-like disappearance into embre's anus.

We fought and fumbled for the right position, with her eventually perched on her hands and knees before me. Her ass was tilted upward lasciviously, giving me the perfect angle of assault. Still, my movements were slow and deliberate as I waited for her to adjust, for I was feeling more like a lover that night than a sadist.

My hands alternated between her ass and her waist, using both for leverage and making my cock pump deeper and faster into her ass. This is normally when embre's pleasure turns to pain, but not tonight.

"Oh God!" she whispered seductively.

While I sodomized her, I began to think about how unnatural this act was, where I was putting my cock, and the deliberate excess we cavorted with. That was all it took for me to reach my release. My cock simply seized up deep inside her, and I was merely a spectator as a hard orgasm pumped hot cum deep into my slave's rectum.

It felt like the energy of a thousand suns was leaving my body, and I embraced an overwhelming weakness...crashing in a heap next to her. Together, we tried to find the words to describe what just happened.

"Well, I sure hope you are proud of yourself". I finally quipped.

"Umm...I have to go to the bathroom!" She replied, dashing off.

"Bring me a drink when you come back, slave."

Reading this, you might think that ass fucking is the only kind of sex that I have with embre. The truth is, every sexual experience with my slave is an encounter, yet butt fucking her is always an experience worth writing about.

No doubt about it...I have a fetish for embre’s hot, tight, winking little ass. But come to think of it, I can't think of the smallest part of her body that I don't completely adore.

And its all mine.

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2005-01-14T09:26:35Z

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Großmutter

2004-12-31T20:34:33Z

As life began, you sent me words of welcome from across the sea.

And with these tidings came fond wishes for the incredible journey ahead.

And though I could not understand the meaning in your words,

they blessed me with radiant and devoted love.

As my life unfolded before me, I was schooled in the wondrous ways of your
affection.

In a world of hatred, you stubbornly taught the beauty of all men.

Instead of sadness, you versed me in the healing power of love...

...and helped the doubter to believe in the promise of magic.

Because next to you, I always felt a part of something larger than our own
selves apart.

This year, we toasted you and sang "Hoch Soll Sie Leben!"

and holding your hand I felt the magic between us once more,

and again, knew I was in the presence of legendary greatness...

...that all of our kings, queens and fortunate sons will never peer.

"I love you O'mutti" I said on that final day,

And though you could not understand the meaning in my words,

their passion found its way to your heart...

...and you turned to me,

as a rose that seeks the warming sun.

Thank you O' mutti, for inspiring me to live up to an ideal colored in honor
and goodness.

You demanded nothing, but expected the everything possible in us all...

...to make even a small piece of the world a little better.

But even as you taught me to love the world I live in, please forgive me for
loving it less without you in it.

Yet I will promise to rejoice in your sweet emancipation, your acquittal
from troublesome decrepitude and silence.

Do you now know the answers to your questions?

Can you yet hear the delicious strains of Beethoven and Sebastian Bach? Are
your ears finally filled with the sweet sounds of dein liebe Karl?

Please say "Guten Tag" for me, for I miss him as well.

Liebe Auguste Viktoria, Ich kann night vergessen,

immer du mir nicht verlassen,

Herzliche wunschen fur ein fantastisch reise,

und vielen danke,

fur ein ganze shone kameradschaft mit deine.

Chronicle of Punishment

2004-12-17T23:16:44Z

Punishing the slave...it never gets any easier, my friends.

And I am talking about a real punishment. This would have to be more than just a few swats on her ass, or a long time out...this would be a real punishment for a real transgression. It would also be the first step on the journey back to our relationship.

I’ve known that embre and I have been “off” a little in our Total Power Exchange lately. By this I mean, we have not felt comfortable with our roles. This isn’t the first time such a thing has happened of course. But to us, it always represents a problem that needs attention. Not to care about this, would mean giving up on a relationship so vital to us both. It was, of course, the hope for this kind of a romance that brought us together in the first place.

But I didn’t realize how far things had gone wrong until last week, when embre came to confess a number of sins she had committed. As Master, I can set as many rules and expectations as I like, but its up to embre to live up to them with honesty and integrity. Honesty with me, and honesty with herself. Well, it seemed that finally her own conscience had caught up with her.

Not knowing yet what these crimes were, I instructed her to tell me when the time felt right. I didn’t have long to wait, for soon she was babbling away with a multitude of miscreant activities.

“I smoked in the basement”.

“I smoked in the car”

“I played Sims on the Playstation while you were in Germany”.

“I touched myself”.

“And did you come?” I asked, anticipating the worst.

“Yes” she said.

I have to tell you that hearing of this last transgression was both difficult and telling for me. I have known of other times when my little fidgeting slut had let her fingers roam. But being without conscience or remorse, embre was able to masturbate AND achieve her release. It was a signal that embre wasn’t feeling much like a good slave anymore. Her regard for our Master/slave relationship, and her respect for me were no longer obstacles to her own lustful machinations.

I was disappointed, hurt, and very pissed off.

But dear friends, I have to tell you that I was moved by the way that embre had presented me with her crimes. Perhaps some of you may recall the March punishment (posted at SND) when I had to spend inordinate time explaining to her why she was being punished. This time, none of it was necessary. I had been presented with an honest confession that was without excuses or blame gaming. “I am fully prepared to take whatever punishment you have in mind for me.” Her words stirred me with pride and admiration.

But I would still have to punish. The future of our relationship depended on it. But how to punish? Let the penance fit the crime they say. So the penance would have to be serious indeed.
I knew also that my slave had raised the bar on her expectations recently...craving something more extreme and brutal from me. She had also explained to me how predictable I was getting with my punishments. These were, of course, challenges to a restless and perverted mind.

I’ll let the rest of you decide next if these were wise things for her to say.

Last Thursday, slave embre slipped the inflatable plug up her ass, opened her mouth for a gag, and was blinded by the spandex hood.

Taking my hand, she was led down to the basement, where she would again return to who she was.

When punishing embre, there is much to keep a Master busy. Binding, cuffing, and organizing instruments of torment; setting up lights and fumbling with cameras for those who would want to see her suffer. And of course, making sure that my girl was not getting more abuse than she could handle.

But in the end, she would make me proud beyond all of my expectations.

First, she took 10 very hard strokes with the cane, all placed on her chilled, upturned ass.

She crawled obediently into the punishment cage where she was tied with cable straps, and waxed thoroughly. Ben Gay on her back and nipples intensified these effects.

And then came the water. Not as cold as I could have made it, but agonizing for her just the same. Her screams drowned out even the loud, chaotic pounding of Method Man and Terror Trance.

Embre is not a pain slut. She endures for me not because she enjoys it, but because of how much she loves me. I know what goes through her mind as she suffers for he Master. So when she reached an unfettered hand out to me, I knew that she needed my love and comfort. But she would have to face her punishment alone, and without my help. I slapped her hand away hard. Instead of tenderness, I grabbed her nose and chin and held them shut while she struggled for air...just long enough to understand the depth of her helplessness. After a slap in the face, she collapsed to the side of the cage sobbing, in devastated condition. It is here that I must make my own confession to you. Every time I punish embre like this, there are marks on her body that eventually heal. But what only Masters can understand, are the scars they themselves carry from these moments...moments of emotional cruelty. But the day I stopped being scarred from this kind of brutality, is the day I have become too cold to be embre’s loving owner.

After an hour had passed, embre was marked, waxed and trembling with cold. We were done. Removing the hood, I could see in her eyes a helpless kind of suffering...one that only I could comfort. “I’m sorry, Master” she sobbed.

“I forgive you, slave” I whispered.

“Please, Please PLEASE!!” she screeched with supplicating abandon. Again, I knew what she needed...but this time I was relieved to grant it. I held embre close on the wet basement floor, stroking the molten wax from her cold, clammy back.

Upstairs in the living room, I laid her on the couch before a warming fire. I covered her shivering body with blankets, and her wet face with kisses.

Perhaps some of you might happen to see the images of this day in pictures and on film. But please know that it tells only part of a very important story, one that demands knowledge of its whys and wherefores. Embre’s punishment was all about being true to ourselves and to each other. It was less about sadism, and more about mutual love and promises kept. It is my hope that those of you who live this experience with us vicariously will understand this very important fact.

And you can judge us however you like, but know that today embre and I are very happy, and content with what had to be done that day. When asked “do you feel like a slave?” embre answers “Oh, yes Master!”, and buries her head in my chest contentedly. Today, we both know ourselves, and who we want to be is who we are.

How many of us can truly say the same?

Today's Backdoor Pleasure

2004-11-12T05:50:24Z

Today, I awoke to begin quite an eventful day. It all started when I felt my little nymph bounding into bed, naked and frantic.

"Master...I can't take it anymore..I've got to have you in my ass...PLEASE"

I love it when a slave begs "Please"...especially when she means it.

"What did you say?" I prompt her for more. embre knows quite well what I like.

She blinks her bright green eyes at me, and softly coos...

"Please master...fuck me in the ass...PLEASE". This last word is uttered with pure supplication and frantic anticipation. It’s irresistible to an old pervert like me. But before I can move, the slave has another request.

"First, could you give me nice over the knee spanking, and finger my ass and pussy...please?"

Its taken many years for my slave to feel comfortable with asking for things like this...but she has finally learned that it doesn't make her less of a slave...and more important, it doesn't make me less of a Master.

My answer to this sweet whimpering plea is to turn her over my lap and survey a tempting target. It bounces and wiggles nicely in front of me. A nice spanking starts out softly, and then increases in speed and force. When her ass cheeks are blushed and red, I spill some lube in the crack of her ass, and then sample the wetness of her cunt. She squeaks with pleasure and surprise, and two of my fingers slip sweetly in. My index finger is free to tease and explore her winking little hole.

"Open for me, little one." I say. She moans in response. The spanking begins again, with my free hand violating two holes at once. She is ready for more in short order, and its time to get me ready as well.

"I want you to grease my cock up for your little hole" I tell her. I pour lube into her hand, and relax while she smoothly and expertly strokes my cock awake. Pretty soon I am standing tall and hard.

"Look at the head little one...think about how it’s going to feel spreading your asshole open." This is just the kind of perverted filth that excites my girl beyond reason.

"Get on your hands and knees..and face the mirror."

...It’s time.

As the swollen head of my cock contacts her ass, she gasps out loud. I troll the head up and down her crack, and whisper a few expletives lovingly. She is past ready...far beyond willing.

As I start to push the head in, she is sick with lust and wanting.

What I have learned about anal sex, is that most of the effort and concentration belongs to the receiver. It is quite different from vaginal sex in that way. Today, my effort is mostly just keeping hard, which isn't difficult to do as I watch embre's curvy, shapely form writhing in front of me. embre does the rest of the work...trying to relax, coaching her anus to welcome the monsterous intrusion. I simply rest my hands on her ass, and exist in a surrealistic world of impossible fantasy come true.

She works her ass back and forth, and when she turns to look back at me...licking her lips...I know that she is in her special headspace. She is once again my "anal girl". I reach underneath to finger her pussy. I describe in aching detail what I find. "Its so wet, and swollen..poor little pussy." She pants and begs for more. I love being me at that moment.

"Lean back sweetie" She has her feet together, so its easy for her to sit back on the hard cock penetrating her ass. Now she starts to rock back and forth, and I am treated to this amazing image in the mirror. What I see is a beautiful, buxom beauty...soft round circles of firm, warm flesh in an erotic dance before me. I can also see a cascade of chestnut brown hair spilling in front of me, and I marvel at the complex beauty of her strong, feminine back and shoulders.

embre starts pumping her ass up and down, moaning her pleasure loudly. I know what’s going to happen at the same time she does, and today I decide to make this "all about embre" day.

"Come little one" I say, and I see embre open her pretty mouth into a hot, black hole, screaming out her release. Words will always fail me, as I try to describe the beauty of this moment.

embre collapses forward, and I cover her with a blanket. For a time, her body twitches and shudders with aftershocks, and I know that this was a good one for her.

"I could feel your cock rubbing through to my cunt Master" she pants. It's amazing how everything is hooked up inside the body of a slut, my friends.

As my cock slips from her, I am also thinking about her cunt. It is wet and ready, so after a quick cleaning I plunge it in nice and deep. I've assured embre that I would make good use of every one of her holes today, and a second orgasm is part of this promise.

When will I come, you ask? One of the nice things about owning a slave, is that you never have to fret about when the next encounter will be. It’s as short as a finger snap for those of us lucky enough. My circumstance assures me that soon, when I want, I will satiate my own desire. But for today, I am simply the "service oriented" Master.

My reward? I have a slave who loves me, and has grown to love anal sex more than she ever thought possible.

One step away from theocracy

2004-11-10T06:24:47Z

Many forward thinking folks have already started asking me what they can do to fight back against the growing tide of right wing religion in politics. And while some have expressed concern about having to expose their kinky proclivities to the rest of the world, you needn't worry... the following recommendation requires nothing more than exercising your Constitutional Rights as a free American citizen, and will reveal nothing about your own personal secrets.

The first step is getting to know who your political represenatives are. You can go to http://www.congress.org/congressorg/home/ and simply type in your zip code. In an instant, you will know who your representive is in the house, and who both of your state senators are. By clicking on each name, you will see phone numbers, email addresses and snail mail addresses. Remember that snail mail is always more effective in getting your message across, followed by phone calls. Email is the least effective due to the high volume of "spam" these politicians receive.

First, let your politician know that you are one of their constituents! They will always ignore correspondence from anyone not in their district. When you address these folks, remember to always be civil and to the point. Don't try to mention more than one topic at time...save other topics for other letters. If you are writing to a Democrat, urge them to present a united front, and that you will be supporting their efforts to protect personal privacy and free speech. If you are writing to a Republican, remind them that Bush only won by 2 electoral votes, and only 51% of the voters. They are still obligated to represent you...even if you didn't vote for them. If, per chance, you DID vote for them, mention this as well! You will probably have even more influence on them as a supporter.

To start, you can mention your opposition to the following legislation that is pending in the House. It is called the Constitutional Reform act, and it is very dangerous to the traditional seperation of church and state. It was authored by Senator Sam Brownback and the disgraced Justice Roy Moore (the wingnuts who are trying to shut down Howard Stern and position the Ten Commandments in federal courthouses, respectively). You can read House Resolution here, and see who the bill sponsors are. One of them might even be YOUR representative!

H.R.3799
Title: To limit the jurisdiction of Federal courts in certain cases and promote federalism.
Sponsor: Rep Aderholt, Robert B. [AL-4] (introduced 2/11/2004) Cosponsors (37)
Related Bills: S.2082
Latest Major Action: 9/13/2004 House committee/subcommittee actions. Status: Subcommittee Hearings Held.
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TITLE(S): (italics indicate a title for a portion of a bill)

SHORT TITLE(S) AS INTRODUCED:
Constitution Restoration Act of 2004

OFFICIAL TITLE AS INTRODUCED:
To limit the jurisdiction of Federal courts in certain cases and promote federalism.

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STATUS: (color indicates Senate actions)
2/11/2004:
Referred to the House Committee on the Judiciary.
4/26/2004:
Referred to the Subcommittee on Courts, the Internet, and Intellectual Property.
9/13/2004:
Subcommittee Hearings Held.

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COMMITTEE(S):
Committee/Subcommittee: Activity:
House Judiciary Referral, In Committee
Subcommittee on Courts, the Internet, and Intellectual Property Referral, Hearings

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RELATED BILL DETAILS: (additional related bills may be indentified in Status)
Bill: Relationship:
S.2082 Identical bill identified by CRS

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AMENDMENT(S):
***NONE***

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COSPONSORS(37), ALPHABETICAL [followed by Cosponsors withdrawn]: (Sort: by date)
Rep Bachus, Spencer [AL-6] - 2/24/2004 Rep Barrett, J. Gresham [SC-3] - 5/5/2004
Rep Bartlett, Roscoe G. [MD-6] - 6/2/2004 Rep Bishop, Rob [UT-1] - 4/27/2004
Rep Brown, Henry E., Jr. [SC-1] - 7/13/2004 Rep Cannon, Chris [UT-3] - 10/7/2004
Rep Collins, Mac [GA-8] - 5/18/2004 Rep Cramer, Robert E. (Bud), Jr. [AL-5] - 2/24/2004
Rep Davis, Jo Ann [VA-1] - 3/10/2004 Rep Deal, Nathan [GA-10] - 3/18/2004
Rep DeMint, Jim [SC-4] - 4/1/2004 Rep Everett, Terry [AL-2] - 2/24/2004
Rep Goode, Virgil H., Jr. [VA-5] - 7/13/2004 Rep Hall, Ralph M. [TX-4] - 4/27/2004
Rep Hayworth, J. D. [AZ-5] - 9/23/2004 Rep Herger, Wally [CA-2] - 6/18/2004
Rep Jones, Walter B., Jr. [NC-3] - 4/27/2004 Rep King, Steve [IA-5] - 6/25/2004
Rep Kingston, Jack [GA-1] - 2/24/2004 Rep Lewis, Ron [KY-2] - 4/27/2004
Rep McCotter, Thaddeus G. [MI-11] - 4/27/2004 Rep McIntyre, Mike [NC-7] - 9/23/2004
Rep Miller, Jeff [FL-1] - 3/10/2004 Rep Norwood, Charlie [GA-9] - 7/19/2004
Rep Pearce, Stevan [NM-2] - 3/18/2004 Rep Pence, Mike [IN-6] - 2/11/2004
Rep Peterson, Collin C. [MN-7] - 7/15/2004 Rep Pitts, Joseph R. [PA-16] - 2/24/2004
Rep Rogers, Mike D. [AL-3] - 2/24/2004 Rep Ryun, Jim [KS-2] - 3/11/2004
Rep Souder, Mark E. [IN-3] - 3/25/2004 Rep Stearns, Cliff [FL-6] - 5/18/2004
Rep Sullivan, John [OK-1] - 6/15/2004 Rep Terry, Lee [NE-2] - 5/5/2004
Rep Vitter, David [LA-1] - 6/15/2004 Rep Wamp, Zach [TN-3] - 3/10/2004
Rep Wilson, Joe [SC-2] - 9/9/2004

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SUMMARY AS OF:
2/11/2004--Introduced.

Constitution Restoration Act of 2004 - Amends the Federal judicial code to prohibit the U.S. Supreme Court and the Federal district courts from exercising jurisdiction over any matter in which relief is sought against an element of Federal, State, or local government or officer of such government by reason of that element's or officer's acknowledgment of God as the sovereign source of law, liberty, or government.

Prohibits a court of the United States from relying upon any law, policy, or other action of a foreign state or international organization in interpreting and applying the Constitution, other than the constitutional law and English common law.

Provides that any Federal court decision relating to an issue removed from Federal jurisdiction by this Act is not binding precedent on State courts.

Provides that any Supreme Court justice or Federal court judge who exceeds the jurisdictional limitations of this Act shall be deemed to have committed an offense for which the justice or judge may be removed, and to have violated the standard of good behavior required of Article III judges by the Constitution.

If this resolution seems confusing, read the following explanation from Matt Hutaff at "The Simon":

"Simply put, the Constitutional Reform Act makes God's law the law, trumping federal jurisdictions entirely. Theoretically, a gay man could be brought up on sodomy charges and stoned to death, and the federal and Supreme court would be unable to review the case...Lest you question which God gets top billing in this Administration, it's the Judeo-Christian one. Millions upon millions of Americans who believe in a different faith or deny the presence of a god figure altogether will suddenly find themselves not only disenfranchised by their own government, but they will be subject to biblical law, something utterly antithetical to the spirit of the founding of our nation.

I don't think it's unfair of me to ask that the government continue to keep one's faith a personal matter. Most importantly, religion should play no part in the creation of law in this land. By favoring one, you tip the scales against the rest."

I urge each of you to write your reps and senators, and let them know your feelings on issues like these. As time goes on, I will let you all know about other issues that are effecting your personal privacy, and freedom of speech. You can bet that there will be a great many to come...quite soon.