I Declare this day (inter) National shoe day !!!

Living in the melting pot with diversity of Femdom cultures, we also run with many different types of shoes. Whether you are a sneaker person, or absolutely love Manolo’s, you are inundated with several styles, colors , comfort and ability of shoes every single day. That is why I think we need to dedicate a day of our hectic and busy lives to the appreciation and exaltation of our favorite shoe.




I declare this day National Shoe Day for all of the shoes out there that deserve recognition. Although I have knocked several styles before (UGGS especially), every shoe deserves to be equally represented on this day. We can wear anything from Italian leather to vintage design and can still be totally unique in how we choose to incorporate a shoe into our Femdom lifestyle.



I still love stilettos and could never let them go, but there is a time in every woman’s life where we can put our favorite things to the wayside for new and different styles. I am sure that almost every woman has dealt with the point in time when heels change from a sexy style statement to a murderous fashion choice, prompting the poor wearer to take off said shoes and walk freely. With broken glass in the street and possible unwanted spills on the ground, we can’t always take them off. So ladies, in addition to the hot heels you keep in the closet, be practical and get some stylish comfort for you man to love.



For the stubborn, like myself, heels will always be a necessity. I just can’t give them up totally. Just as a great outfit can take you anywhere, a great pair of heels (if taken care of *wink) can last a long time and take your sub many great places.



Shoes can also make us feel like a million bucks, even if they don’t cost a lot. Do you remember when you were a little kid, and you got a new pair of L.A. Lights or Minnetonka moccasins? You probably felt great walking around in new shoes. To me, it was like a breath of fresh air.




Shoes themselves cannot save our melting pot, but they can provide different types of support, and let you love the way you look.

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Why yet another forum devoted to fetishes, S&M and D/s? On and off people would ask me to start a forum. But I had on plans of being that foolish. Until now. I guess it is an addiction. Before I started posting on the web I had an old-style dial-up telephone BBS and a regular following (and – years later - they still maintain fellowship via mailing list). Folks not bound by clichéd images of BDSM. We all have to evolve our own styles of play: whatever is true to our partners and ourselves. I often describe myself as a “pansexual polyfetishist” and hope that people who feel similarly unbounded may find this a comfortable place to visit and talk. It is a premise that there is no One True Way. Don’t let anyone bully you into conformity. Beginners are very welcome. There’s a lot to be learned (and unlearned). Feel free to ask for help. As of today – March 5th, 2007 – I have no idea where this venture may go. I’m not aiming for a giant forums site: I get lost in those myself. But hope for enough people to sustain a few interesting conversations.

Internation Woman's Day

International Women's Day (IWD) is marked on 8 March every year. It is a major day of global celebration for the economic, political and social achievements of women.
Started as a political event, the holiday blended in the culture of many countries (primarily Russia and the countries of former Soviet bloc). In some celebrations, the day lost its political flavor, and became simply an occasion for men to express their sympathy and love to the women around them - somewhat similar to Western Mother's Day and St Valentine's Day mixed together. In others, however, the political and human rights theme as designated by the United Nations runs strong, and political and social awareness of the struggles of women worldwide are brought out and examined in a hopeful manner.

The day remains an official holiday in Armenia, Russia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Bulgaria, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Macedonia, Moldova, Mongolia, Tajikistan, Ukraine, Uzbekistan and Vietnam, and is observed by men giving the women in their lives - mothers, wives, girlfriends, colleagues, etc., flowers and small gifts. In some countries it is also observed as an equivalent of Mother's Day, where children also give small presents to their mothers and grandmothers.
After the fall of socialism in Czechoslovakia (1989) MDŽ was quickly abandoned as one of the most mocked symbols of the old regime. The few attempts to reestablish the celebration have been met with sarcasm The slightly more popular attempt to establish Mother's Day as a replacement has largely failed as well.
In Hungary, Poland and Romania, Women's Day was used as a propaganda tool too, but nevertheless the custom of giving women flowers still prevails. Women usually get gifts from their employers too.

In India, IWD holds a lot of significance. One can see a lot of celebrations going on this day. This portrays the power of women in the modern era and how vital their role is in the society.
In 1975, which had been designated as International Women’s Year, the United Nations gave official sanction to and began sponsoring International Women's Day.
The 2005 Congress (conference) of the British Trades Union Congress overwhelmingly approved a resolution calling for IWD to be designated a public holiday in the United Kingdom.
Today many events are held by women's groups around the world. The global women's organization Aurora hosts a free worldwide register of IWD local events (www.internationalwomensday.com) so that women and the media can locate local activity. Many governments and organizations around the world support IWD. For example, HSBC hosts a range of IWD activity including co-hosting of the UK's flagship IWD event with women's group Aurora. Global interest in IWD shows a steady increase.


Purple, green and white are the official international women's colors.
The colors originated from the Women's Social and Political Union (WSPU), in the UK in 1908. The colors were said to represent:- white for purity in public as well as private life- purple for justice, dignity, self-reverence and self-respect (and representing the women's vote)- green for hope and new life.
The colors unified the women's movement and emphasized the femininity of the suffragettes. The tricolor of the WSPU soon became a visual cue for the women's movement in other countries. Purple, green and white were worn on International Women's Day and were used for other women's movement banners and posters.

More recently, two changes have occurred:- the use of the color white has more recently been rejected as 'purity' is a controversial issue and attitudes towards the role of 'purity' from women differ greatly- the introduction of the color gold representing 'a new dawn' has been commonly used to represent the second wave of feminism.


MANY WOMEN'S GROUPS USE PURPLEMany women's groups around the world who understand, respect and chose to honor the history and progress made by the suffragettes use purple as their predominant representative color.

PINK IS NOT A COLOUR REPRESENTING WOMEN'S ADVANCEMENT

The use of pink for girls and blue for boys represents the unfortunate gender socialization and female oppression that occurs at a very early age. Thus many feminists historically decried the use of pink to represent females.
Of course there is nothing wrong with the color pink - it's just that when it is used to positively represent women it in fact does quite the opposite.
Purple is the correct color to be used if representing women's advancement. Purple with green represents traditional feminism, purple with gold represents progressive contemporary feminism.
The good thing abut women's progress means that you can of course use any color to represent your female focus ... brown anyone ?

So make a difference, think globally and act locally !! Make everyday International Women's Day. Do your bit to ensure that the future for girls is bright, equal, safe and rewarding.

I lost my cherry..at last

I heard the gate bell ring. Within minutes I heard the door gently open. I knew who it was, I could feel her heat. It was a small area and her energy encircled me quickly. I could smell her perfume. I knew that if I looked at her, I was done in.“Miss Bonnie?” She called my name. Had there ever been such a beautiful sound in the world LOL? I looked at her and my breath caught... She was standing with her back to the door and she had a look of ultimate concern on her face. Something else was there, but I could not name it. I stood up and started apologizing for being so late( LOL not very dommely but this was my first Female sub but not my first female encounter). I made my way towards the door, to where she was standing. I reached out as soon as I was near enough and I cupped her face in my hand. The touch was about enough to knock the wind out of me. “You’re shaking,” I observed. I was so calm (yeah right). She actually raised her hand to brace herself against the door and in an instant I had her turned around. Her back was against the door, thankfully, I didn’t have to support her, my head was spinning. She stood back a moment and looked at me. Her eyes seemed to question me, but I had no answer. she shrugged her shoulders and tears fell down her cheeks. She looked at me and I watched her entire face change. Her eyes locked on mine and she had a slow smile on her lips. I moved to her as slowly, as if I were under water. The closer she got, the harder my breath came, the worse I ached between my legs, the more I wanted to touch her, the lighter my body felt.The smile never leaving my face... I placed a hand on the door above her shoulder. With the other hand, I cupped her chin with my thumb and forefinger and I brought her face up to angle where she could tilt her head up and kiss her. I still marvel at the wonder of it all. Her mouth was the softest thing I had ever felt. My breath came in jagged, sharp starts and stops. My tongue entered her mouth just enough to make her respond, seeking like for like... Our tongues touched and moved around. I felt her tongue ring on my own tongue and I thought my legs would buckle. She staggered a little I pushed my body up against hers. My hand still trapping her by her arm against the door and the other hand holding her face, touching her hair. I moved my mouth to her ear and as I pulled her hair back, tilting her head even more and causing lightening to shoot down through my pussy, I said to her, “I won’t let you fall, I won’t allow you to fail, you have to trust me.” I kissed her ear and her neck, and she sucked at my skin and where I seemed calm and deliberate, like predator to prey, she seemed frenzied and caught, she responded like I would never have thought possible. I took my hand away from her face and brought it to my thigh. She gasped in my mouth even as she was kissing me. I pulled her head back slightly and she looked at me through dark, lidded eyes. My smile was bigger now, her eyesburning with submission. She went to kiss me and I moved her head back just enough to be out of range. Her smile grew... I was taunting her and rubbing her hand up my inner thigh. It was cool on my flesh, and my flesh seemed to burn anyway. A predator , I was teasing her before going for the kill. When my mouth came back to hers, it was harder and almost furious. my kisses were relentless and she sagged against my chest chest as I found her sodden panties. They were a small little number with string around the hips and up the crack of her ass. I felt them out with my fingers and pressed her harder against the wall as I tore them off her body. she yelped, but my mouth covered hers and I wished to feel that tongue ring again. My upper thighs were wet with my own juices and I could feel my heart pounding and pulsing in my pussy. God help me if she didn’t bring me relief soon. My mouth went to her ear again, “Spread your legs.” so she did. I was even taller than her now, but her legs were open and waiting for me. Her whole body was yearning for my next move. Suddenly I slid two fingers into her as if they were made to be there. “Dam.” I said. “You are dripping.” she nodded. “Dripping for me?” I asked, my voice all husky with desire. Her perfume simply intoxicating. Her hips rocked against the door and my hand... “Say it. Say that your are dripping for me.” My voice was calm, my command sent shock waves through her body. my hand above her shoulder came down to her hair and I entangled my fingers in her locks and pulled, harder this time than before. “Say it or I’m through.” That pushed the words right out of her. “I’m dripping for you, Miss Bonnie. I’m wet all for you.” “That’s right my baby girl.” I said, giving her a smile. I was pleased and I shoved my fingers deeper into her to let her know this. I could feel..and see her juice flowing out of her pussy and on to my hand. “I know what you need.” She believed me. If anyone knew, it was me. I knew this more than anything else I had to have her. Slowly I dragged the weight of her body down the length of mine until she was on her knees before me, her beautiful face in front of my hot and throbbing crotch... I was just trying to breathe and remain standing. Holding onto the shelf gathering only a little equilibrium. She took my right leg and propped it over her left shoulder. This opened my pussy to her, exposed me for the wet, lustful, nearly crazed woman I had become. I thought I would die if she didn’t do something and do it fast. She kissed my clit and circled it with her tongue. It was unlike any kiss I had ever had there. Her tongue traveled down my nether lips, first one side, then the other. Exposing me... and tasting me. And while she was doing this gentle exploration, she slid three fingers deep inside me. It was no problem at all because I was so dam wet. I was gasping for breath. I had one hand on the shelf and one hand on her gorgeous hair. She pumped the hand in and out of me while I squirmed like a virgin, and in essence perhaps I was. “I’ve had enough” “No. “ she said. It was all she could get out.
My breath quickened... I knew I was about to cum explosively, but so did she. She stopped everything and looked up with her dark eyes and that teasing smile. “Yes, Miss Bonnie.” She was mine now...I owned her. I couldn’t believe I was so entranced by this girl
I wanted to faint and scream and cry and fuck her all at once.. . I needed her and oz to pull this cum right out of me. I needed this like nothing else I could remember! But first I needed to get my ropes!
She was an exquisite fuck! And I’d rather not share the remainder of the night (as these details belong to the three of us). When we were all done she looked up at me and oz and with that knowing smile and she said the most beautiful thing. She said, “Can we do this again before I leave, and when I come back next time we have to make up for lost time.” She was an exquisite fuck! And a very welcome addition to my playtime with Oz.