Reader's Diary (Week 52)

Not every Woman is suited to be a merciless slave driver...

She kicked him... he rolled away... She dug Her nails into his flesh. his forehead and cheeks began to bleed... Her nails remained imbedded in his face as if She wanted to leave Her mark on his features forever... he was whimpering like an animal... there are Women who love their dogs...

he was kneeling at Her feet, covering Her hands with his kisses... She struck him in the face... She turned him out. he begged to be allowed to come again.

'Would you die for Me?' She has asked... and he nodded happily... Power over life and death had been given to Her...

To punish him, She whipped him... She let him run naked in the snow, tied to Her sled...

At night She puts Her shoes outside the door and demands that he lick them; in the morning he brings Her shoes and begs to be allowed to put them on.

'Bring the whip,' She tells him. 'No, on all fours.' he finds the whip. 'No, in your mouth.' he obeys. 'Undress. No, on the floor.' She flogs him until the blood streams down his back...

Sex is low, but pain ennobles it...

(Habe, 1962)

Iconic Shoe Photo, Part 5

Jaromir Funke (1896-1945), premier Czech modernist photographer. Enjoy...

In memory of Mireille Darc

Mireille Darc passed away on Monday. From sixties She was - and remains - an icon of French Women's elegance, beauty and seduction.

Reader's Diary (Week 34)

'But some Women,' said waldo, speaking as though the words forced themselves from him at that moment, 'some Women have power.'
She lifted Her beautiful eyes to his face...
'Power!' She said, suddenly, smiting Her little hand upon the rail. 'Yes, We have power; and since We are not to expend it in tunnelling mountains, nor healing diseases, nor making laws, nor money, nor on any extraneous object, We expend it on you. you are our goods, our merchandise, our material for operating on; We buy you, We sell you, We make fools of you, We act the wily old Jew with you, We keep six of you crawling to Our little feet, and praying only for a touch of Our little hand; and they say truly, there was never an ache or pain or broken heart but a Woman was at the bottom of it. We are not to study law, nor science, nor art, so We study you. There is never a nerve or fibre in a man's nature but We know it. We keep six of you dancing in the palm of one little hand,' She said, balancing Her outstretched arm gracefully, as though tiny beings disported themselves in its palm. 'There, We throw you away, and you sink to the devil,' She said, folding her arms composedly.
(Schreiner, 1883)

Five years a slave

Five years ago at 7pm i had the enormous privilege to meet the most beautiful person on this planet. i become HER slave and i am allowed to love and serve HER ever since. When i am with HER i cannot be happier, i have the strength to move universe, i can withstand anything for HER smile. When i am alone i see HER everywhere, i miss HER and i feel lonely, but i have never, for one second, stopped loving HER, praying for HER and thanking for HER.

Thank YOU, my gorgeous Mistress, for everything.

Iconic Shoe Photo, Part 4

Patrick McMullan - Legs, including Tinkerbelle's, at Vito Bruno's birthday party at Area. Wednesday, October 3, 1984.

Madame DuBarry

Pola Negri as Madame DuBarry by Ernst Lubitsch, 1919.

Beautiful Young Lady having fun...

The way up...

The Mistress of the king

The most powerful Woman