June 24, 2010

Do Not Want – fetish porn suckage

So there’s a certain affiliate program I really want to like. I really want to like them, because they’re actual players, they’re not just sitting around with their thumbs up their ass and their smelly socks in some dude’s face (lame) they’re not boring in that the play is at least ambitious and clever – and sadistically so with a LOT of yummy yummy predicament bondage.

But guys, you seriously do NOT GET femdom. At the fuck all. And your giant stable of hot female switches are talented, but lack the spark for it and it shows.

FemDom is not just male dom with tits stuck on it. Not every time I play culminates in a fuck, or a licking of my goodies-  even with my most personal of personals, who I do NOT treat like dog shit and do NOT keep in perpetual denial.  It’s really beside the point. SM is a demonstration of power – because power gives me a mental boner. I can get OFF any day of the week, and very well.

I don’t have to tie girls down to fuck them, unlike most males who consider themselves Dominant, and I don’t have to enslave men to get my pussy treated the way I want by them – in fact if they have to be “made to” I don’t want any fucking part of anything from them  sexually.

As I outline here – SEXUAL FAIL 10M, video.

So the motivation is completely off when you end every scene in pussy licking or fucking or the domme sitting there with her tits hanging out and her slave fully dressed. And the thing is – I dunno – maybe it’s not actually my niche – but my submissive guys agree.

I get comments like “and then she fucked him and then it sucked” when I discuss this kind of fetish media with them.

If you can’t understand Femdom, FFS, call it kink, call it fetish, call it SM if you want, but don’t get all Haute Goddess about it. It sounds silly to those who actually like this stuff.

October 20, 2009

From the Archives – a classic post of mine – What She Wants

What She Wants

I don’t want a bad boy to treat me wrong and assert his individuality all over my carpet. I want a tractable, studious wimp. I want a shiny 250 pound robot and I want the remote. I want my own personal Jesus to nail up over my bed. I want a disciple to wash my feet. I want an unearthly girly man to be my lesbian twin. I want a sugardaddy to wipe my feet on, snuggle up to and manipulate like ABC gum. I want a supplicant. I want a guard dog. I want a pale and wan intellectual, begging me to make him do research and write paens to my beauty. I want to launch 10,000 ships…with my mind. I want to break 10,000 men…with my voice.

I want a corporation. I want a golden parachute. I want guilty, furtive, condemned and conflicted men of influence to come to me, whip carried in mouth.

I don’t want Marlon Brando in his heyday. I don’t want Clark Gable. I want an army. I want 65 clones of Vin Diesel down on bended knee in the hot sands of the thunderfucking drome all pointed in the same direction, all waiting for my command, all readied at my behest.

I want a six foot teddy bear with a massive erection, that I can just climb on and suck my thumb. I want to bury my face in his soft pink fur, and never ever worry a bit.

I want a real man who isn’t afraid to cry. I want a hopelessly horny, emasculated little pissant who isn’t afraid to beg. I want a man afraid of his masculinity. I want a man bound to his masculinity. I want a man who reviles his masculinity. I want a man who doesn’t know which of the three he is.

I want to hurt, humble, amuse myself, take no prisoners, leave no survivors, and I want it now. I want to want. I want to give myself a framed license that states “This document entitles Mira Stern to practise whatever the hell she pleases.”

I want to fuck you. No, I said that I wanted to fuck you. Get humble and get passive, bitch.

And what, what entitles me to such wonders? Why would I, just lil me, dare to dream and dare to demand? No credentials. No special reason. A decision to deserve. Starting now. A conscious choice, to reapply my lipstick, quit sobbing in my beer and be a grownup. Why most women never reach this conclusion is beyond my comprehension. Why most women never decide to deserve is the thing I will never understand.

Keep your bad boy, till he becomes an asshole and you have to kick him out.

Cry, buy beer, and repeat.

I’ll keep the good ones, the ones who bore you.

I will never get bored while having my way.

September 25, 2009

WORSHIP ME

SPOILING ME = YOUR DESTINY


I’m a haughty, spoiled, totally abusive and self-absorbed bitch.  That’s why you fucking LOVE me.

So point your LOVE the only direction it belongs. Shower me in luxury, prezzies, every little thing I want. NOW – you dribbling douchebag.

The following are acceptable to start. DO NOT send me VS or Fredericks, puke. Save that for some trailer park cam ho or your pig wife. Do not send me some stinky 25 bucks I can’t actually shop with, retard. This isn’t rocket science.

Maybe you’ll recognize your weakness and addiction.

make GC’s to: M. STERN

EMAIL ADDRESS: spoilarealgoddess@gmail.com
that’s ALL you need to know about me to shower me with gifts.

The Little Flirt Lingerie E-Certificate

L’Occitane en Provence

The only bath and body good enough

Puimond corsetry

Morgana Femme Couture corsetry

Divine!

Neiman Marcus online gift certificates

Fluevogs

Blahniks Schmaniks.

Sephora online gift certificates

Powell’s Books e-certificate

Stockroom.com – kinky tackle

Blick – creative jones

September 15, 2009

PHONE DOMINATION OF DISTINCTION

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That’s the number that will change everything.

You need it – a fix of humiliation, advanced cuckolding, financial domination, fetish manipulation – and the services don’t get it. Most niteflirt girls kind of touch it, but don’t scratch the itch. You need a REAL Alpha Female Femdom with REAL life experience and a REAL fetish enjoyment in manipulating, abusing, and controlling men.


READ MORE ABOUT MY HUMILIATION FETISH

DIAL direct, DIAL on niteflirt, but take the plunge and DIAL.

I could be the intellectual, rather introverted girl next door. The one who you always were crushed on because you thought maybe she was obtainable. Maybe you could impress her with your smarts, and had a shot because you’re a nerd and she’s sort of a girl nerd.

I am here to put that little fantasy to bed. To Ol’ Yeller that little lamedick daydream once and for all. You will strike out, strike out SO hard. And this just draws you like a moth to the fire.

Here’s the deal. I’m an intellectual, alternative, (post)feminist art fucker who will decimate your ego with surgical precision and gleeful butch boot stomping. If you like a little Derrida with your pinky pulling, I’m your go-to girl. And there isn’t one better.

Add on the fact that I’m an actual factual fetishist. I don’t NEED latex, leather, high heels, sleepsacks, Japanese Hemp rope, electrotorture devices, and a transformation wardrobe to Dominate you. But fuck, man, FUCK – isn’t it more FUN that way?

I think there’s something weird about those who say no. And because I love this shit, live and breathe it, I’m much more adept at verbalizing it, conjuring it up, and rocking the fuck out of your phone and your cam session.

What else do you need to know?  I love music. I deserve presents. I lead a very clean and healthy and disciplined lifestyle. When I go to bars, I usually drink straight soda and fuck with people’s heads.  Read the blog section to see what trips my trigger. Buy something off my gift list when the desire to please me becomes too, too much. Yes, I say “fuck” a lot. I don’t think this cheapens me – class and earthiness don’t necessarily cancel one another out. If you need the Queen of England go find some Duchess Countess whoever who will do what you want by the hour. Ha.