Happy Mother’s Day!

May 8th, 2016

A very Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms, Moms-to-be, acting Moms and Step Moms!


A Mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.”

By:  Tenneva Jordan

happy momday

Mathematics is the language of science.  It’s the language of all sciences actually as it meshes with other scientific disciplines and sub-disciplines. We use it to help dissect, solve and explain everything in our Universe: regularities, rhythms, patterns…  Math is the essence of everything and it shows up in nature, constellations, art, music, ripples in water, music, etc.

 The petals in daisies, for example —in all the various types, are part of math’s Fibonacci numbers! 

 (Some question whether Math is a universal truth, the foundation of everything. Did humans simply invent Math?  Or is Math a discovery? Are numbers a platonic reality whether humans are here to conceptualize them or not?  A reality totally on its own? Hmmmmmm. ;-P)


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April 28th, 2016



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New Slave Interview Must-Haves

April 2nd, 2016

A new blog entry (with photos) answering the question: “What is the most important interview question a Mistress can ask a new slave?” may be read in the Private Journal of the Member Area.



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Shout-Out to All the You-Tubers

January 13th, 2016

Shout out to all the youtube.com people who are so kind to upload “How To” video tutorials. Your time and generous effort is well-needed by those who would not otherwise have the money to hire a professional. Kindness goes a long way!


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The Engine Sustaining Choice-Based Slavery

January 13th, 2016

public_blog_engine_behind_choice_based… The type of “servitude” found in this situation lacks inner significance as there is no intended consciousness of union with the Woman. See the rest of this article in Member’s Area – Private Journal.


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Christmas Party 2015

December 17th, 2015

Sending out a warm thanks to all the bighearted fellas who helped Me finance tonight’s Christmas Party for the Children. It was a success: the Children loved the pizza and presents. 🙂 Below is a picture. Due to privacy regulations I can only show Myself (Mrs. Clause). Mr. Clause had an unexpected toy convention and thus was unable to attend. Maybe next year!

Happy Holidays Everyone! And, remember to give a little back, if you can…


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Christmas Present: Snow Maker (OMGoodness: it’s a selfie)

December 10th, 2015


The best Christmas gift for your snow-cone addict loved-one, or anemic or PICA loved one for that matter. 🙂

Happy Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Holidays Everyone!


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Sexy Novel and Artwork for Fans of Fem-Dom!

December 4th, 2015

Hello Everyone,

I have two Fem-Dom referrals for all you fans. I hope you enjoy!

1) Thomas LaValle’s steamy FemDom novel!
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You can buy it here: Dancing Backward




2) Wonderful new artwork and trilogy updates to Nanshakh website!









ps.  Some has asked whether I was a Fem-dom author who publishes books under a male pen-name (some men write under Female names and vice versa).  The answer is No:  I’m not affiliated with any books, blogs, seminars, instructional materials, etc.


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December 1st, 2015

I was away visiting friends during the Thanksgiving holiday and unfortunately have missed the opportunity to express things I am grateful for. I am thankful for the simple things such as food, clean water and shelter. We forget that these basic essentials are absent in many people’s lives and to have them at our beck and calls is truly a blessing. With regard to Female Supremacy in a Female-led home, the easiest way to convey what I am thankful for is to simply present a picture. I thank Mother Earth for all the slaves, both past and present, who have ever served Me. 🙂2_dreamstime_m_10747601


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Veteran’s Day

November 11th, 2015

Thank you to all Military persons who have sacrificed their lives for the United States of America.   That you risk your precious lives to support those waging these heinous wars is more than any of them deserve.  They, and I thank you for your bravery and we honor each and every one of you.  To all those who are victims of war, I’m sorry; there are simply no words.  I salute you all.

In this sad world of ours sorrow comes to all and it often comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better. But this is not true. You are sure to be happy again. Knowing this, truly believing it will make you less miserable now. I have had enough experience to make this statement.”
By:  Abraham Lincoln


Please consider helping our wounded Veterans by making a donation or monthly monetary commitment (with whatever amount you can afford) to the Wounded Warrior Project.



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Scientifically Assisted Parthenogenesis?

September 29th, 2015

Have scientists devised a way for Women to conceive children without any male sperm?  Interestingly, but not surprisingly, using this method to get pregnant, a Woman would only produce Daughters.  My thoughts posted inside the private Journal.


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On Jealousy

August 22nd, 2015



There is a certain freedom found in slavery; a freedom a slave could never have attained otherwise.  A simple yet essential truth is slaves are freed from themselves; they are absolved of the shortcomings that have adulterated their previous lives.   Including jealousy?  See private journal entitled:  Jealously and Unconditional Love.


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Thank you!

August 3rd, 2015

Thank you to everyone who sent a Happy Birthday wish to Me. 🙂  To those that asked, thank you – yes, you can always send an Amazon E-Gift card to My email; I never turn down a gift!  Use sead.inquiry@ymail.com.

And yes, you may also use an Amazon Gift E-card to speak with Me on the phone if you do not want to go thru My advice line on NF.  Just use the same email address above and someone will email you details.

To all those that responded to the Female-Led Relationship private party invite – – yes, the party is private, meaning absolutely no cameras allowed.  Sorry.

And finally, if you’re in the Tampa area on the 23rd of August, check out the great cast of when they headline a film event!

Legion of Ru

Have a great rest of the summer.



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What? No swinging from chandlers everyday?

June 3rd, 2015

ordinary_blogAs readers familiar with My site know, I’m not one to “play” at slavery. In My interpersonal relationships, I take the word “slave” quite literally.  Voluntary slavery and psychological bondage, with Me, is as real as real gets.   It is important to understand the differences between choice-based slavery and the recreational diversions that seem to look like it at a passing glance.  This is not a game to dismiss with a word or cast aside at a whim.  Incorporating 24/7 servitude into a Female-led relationship takes insight, time, and patience.  Once established, it is, in My view, a most intellectually and sexually satisfying form of human intimacy.  That said, it is equally important to mention that slavery in a Female-led based relationship can be MUNDANE – like ordinary life and has many things that have nothing to do with sex.   For those looking for steamy, kinky sex everyday, you may want to look elsewhere.  Yes, there are moments of explicit eros, and sensual, nuanced things the camera never shows (most of which I choose not to share).  As I have written several years back, slavery is a state of being; it is a Way of Life, from morning to evening.  It encompasses the entire spectrum of human existence and is not fleshed out merely in fantastical scenes.


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Eco-friendly Products from a Dedicated Mom-and-Pop Retailer!

May 22nd, 2015


If you’re an environmentally conscious person who cares about reducing our impact on the environment, please consider supporting The Cleaner Earth Project.

The Cleaner Earth Project is a non-profit, eco-friendly mom-and-pop retailer who specializes in the manufacture of environmentally-friendly products with a specialty in reusable plastic shopping bags and recycling bins.  With your support, this dedicated, family-operated retailer can continue their work to protect our Earth.

Thanks in advance!



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More Thoughts of Daily Whippings

April 29th, 2015

Blog Forest Hunt 2015In My world, daily whippings, where slaves endure a set count of lashes each morning, are an integral part of a Female-Led household.  Through enduring this physical suffering, the male is forced to kneel and manifest his love and devotion, offering up his flesh to his Goddess so that he may be reminded of his station beneath Her.  This is an exercise that reduces egocentric attachments to things and ideas that do not benefit Me.  I make it undeniably clear that a male is to worship Me with absolute conviction.  Since his existence is to serve Me henceforth, annihilating his ego and worldly attachments ensures he is better focused upon Me and My goals.


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Guys, You Don’t Have to be Sissies or Cross-Dressers

March 5th, 2015

heterosexual-submissionHey, there. Yup, I’m talking to you, dear hetero-normative male reader who happened to have wandered here to My blog.

You know, I truly respect the fact that you’re interested in Female dominance, if even to read about it in the vicarious medium that is the Internet. But do you want to know what I respect even more? I’ll tell it to you straight: it’s the fact that you’re a fire-breathing, red-blooded male who feels a craving for (or even a curiosity in) truly kneeling at the feet of a Woman.

I wouldn’t want you to think the entirety of Femdom is a fetish industry with legions of pretty sissies, cross dressers, transsexuals, cuckolds, and otherwise closeted gay men who seek intermediary Mistresses to indulge them in a veiled love affair with all things phallic. Hey, if you’re into that sort of thing, fantastic; variety is what makes life interesting.  I speak only for Myself and I’m not here to say there’s only one true way to enjoy Female dominance.  There’s an army of shiny, scintillating, fun professional Dominatrices who, with zeal and aplomb, support the industry that Femdom has become. Not every Woman seeks the light of that stage, however.

In My personal world, a man wanting to serve doesn’t have a secret desire to be a sissy and dress in panties, garter belts, wear makeup, and then be called every degrading word known to humanity, because, hey, he’s actually not an inverted misogynist. Seriously, many (though not all) are!  You also don’t have to be secretly gay or want to be emasculated or cuckolded.  All you want to do is live purely in your maleness—to work for the approval and pleasure of your ideal Alpha Female, a Woman who naturally knows how to and enjoys making your inner gears tick. So, guided by these desires, you look for a Woman who may encapsulate them…and you look… and you look. But your search leaves you a little twitchy, scratching your head, and sometimes just closing out your browser in quiet disgust. Between closeted gay men pretending to be submissive, “human ATMs”, self-berating “losers,” infantilists, cross dressers, self-identified sissies, cuckolds, and all other permutations of personalities in between that seek roundabout ways to get pegged (literally or figuratively, lol), you find yourself feeling more than just a little alienated by it all.

I want you to know that there are Mistresses in the world who like you for who you are and what you’re looking for. Truth be told, a smart, heterosexual submissive man who truly appreciates and adores Women—a man who isn’t just caught up in fetishes—is what many dominant Women are looking for. Yes, many professional Dominatrices advertise in glossy ads and websites about their love of “transformation,” sissification, and feminization. They give you a menu of their services for you to peruse in the event you’d like to pay for a session.  But in the secrecy of their hearts, what do dominant Women want? Often, it’s the same as most vanilla Women, I would assert: being loved and revered as the most important force in the world to the men they feel strong affinities to. Having all his masculine powers at Her fingertips, to control his libidinous energies, draw sustenance from them, and feel protected by his undying love…this is where it’s truly at for the Female of our species.

Don’t get Me wrong. Sissies and the like are amusing and entertaining. I’ve even partaken of that amusement Myself.  But effeminate men are not what all Women want, especially as consensual slaves. So for the man looking for something more beyond the dystopia that is the Internet’s fetish industry, take heart in knowing that what sells isn’t necessarily what jells with every dominant Female in the long run. Beyond the common memes and the ephemeral psychodrama of popular fetish role play acting, there are other worlds that wait patiently for you to arrive upon their shores. Authentic dominant Females are much like islands wreathed in mist on a vast ocean. Getting to Us requires a pure vision and some good navigation, but like all things in life, that which is worthwhile cannot be attained without some measure of effort, patience, and a little pain.

So, stay the course, “Mr. Normal.” Don’t feel like you have to fit into any of the popular molds that the fetish industry has carved out for you; there’s a place for everyone here.  Hold out for that Woman who sees your worth as a man and commands you to kneel at Her feet—a Woman who will find comfort in your servitude and who will have no fear of what lies before Her in life because She has you behind Her. She won’t want to virtually remove your man-part or degrade your maleness. She’ll want to augment your maleness, in fact, so that your bestial tractability, your masculine energies, and sexual drives are aligned with Her and serve only Her. That, to Me, at least, is the true essence and function of Female dominance.


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The Essence of Female Dominance: The Unspoken Dance

February 28th, 2015

essence_blogA Mistress in a Female-led household doesn’t have to give consideration to the sexual excitement of Her slaves. I prefer to ignore the urges, pleas and hard-ons of My slaves until I’m in the mood to use them for My own pleasures or amusements. This will seem grim to many males, particularly those that frequent Pro Dominatrices, I realize.  However, in My world, the ignoring, the longing and the desperation incurred is the yoke that pulls My slaves deeper into Me. I  know their urges are there—I don’t need to check. It’s obvious to see that they fall over themselves in their sexual frustrations while around Me, following Me like eager dogs, and I like it that way.

But each slave under Me must tread carefully with the ways in which he manifests his zeal, for I find male sexuality beneath My contempt until I deign to take interest in it at My time and choosing. Otherwise, the male is to suffer in quiet, sweet, throbbing anguish, and isn’t allowed to ever bring himself to climax, of course. Males who conspire to do so never take up the idea again when they experience the punishment that results. This is a deliberate prison for male sexual energy—a mental prison of enforced chastity, the design of which rouses male desire, augments it, and harvests its exuberance, rechanneling the increasingly obsessive and mindless focus upon sex and converting it into obedience, devotion, and labor.  This is the unspoken dance in the world of Femdom.

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Mailbag: A Journey Beyond

February 28th, 2015



Dear Ms. Saharah Eve:

(Original publication 2014/10/17)

I have been following your website now for several months and I wanted to let you know how impressed I am with it. I spoke with you once on Niteflirt but a lot of background noise made it impossible to speak with discretion. I really appreciate your patience with me. This is probably going to sound weird this day and age but as a submissive male I have been finding it very hard to find Women online who do this in real life. I’ve been promised real time meetings after having spent considerable time trying to vet myself to on-line Dominas and professionals. I’m sorry if that offends with consideration to your female supremacist views but it’s a reality I have had to admit to. Women like yourself are not easy to find. I am getting weary of dealing with Dominas playing the part to make money and leading you on to believe you can one day become something more than a internet sub. I don’t have a problem with this per se, but I want something real. They turn out to be online dominants only and I am afraid it is making me bitter and cynical about the whole thing. I truly believe in a female led relationship. Being under the control of a Woman who likes in being a leader and leading Her man to be a better person must have led me to search for this.

I hate feeling like this, but I feel like getting acquainted with yet another woman who seems to understand submissive males will only result in more disappointment. How do I stop this from happening to me? Am I doing something wrong? Am I looking in the wrong places?

Frustrated and confused,


For some time now I’ve noticed something peculiar in the pop culture of female dominance—something that appears to be growing as the mainstream accepted fetish play du jour and the adult industry catches up in service to it.  That “thing” is the tendency in businesses to capitalize, simply, on what’s desirable.  I see it in every area of the market today from fashion design to big tech.  If a celebrity wears something flashy it’s not long before everyone has to have it, too. When Apple comes out with a slick new desktop model or phone design, many computer companies attempt to emulate the look. Following what’s hot and trendy is effective in getting attention and then success—however short-lived that success may be.  It’s always been like that: where there are a few originators, there are many, many more wagon jumpers who say, “me too!”  They mimic and emulate.

And I find it’s no different in the world of Female dominance or “Femdom,” sorry to say, and that’s a bit of an understatement. Even writing the word “Femdom” feels…weird to Me, not because of the literal contraction it represents but rather the consumable caricature unto itself that it has become and the confusion it creates.  This is My opinion and I don’t intend to offend anyone.  I see Women on the internet dressed up in fetish Mistress attire, domestic teacher clothing, studded leather, etc., but how does a man such as you decipher whether it’s merely a role? Does it really represent styles of choice, or is it simply a temporary necessity?  I’m recognizing that there is a lot of performance art and top-service fantasy play bound up in the phrase “Femdom.” So much that’s about all the phrase represents now, sadly. And add to that the commercial efforts of sex workers, cam college Girls, internet Princesses, Pro-Dominatrices, etc., who play a Femdom to make a little extra money off to the side for college, etc., and you can see how hard it can be for the average male, who is looking for something beyond the temporary, to sift through.  And just to make this a little more confusing, this is not to say that I think a Woman who capitalizes on male interest is, by default, a sham.  It is instead to say that a man looking for a dyed-in-the-wool potential Mistress has to be able to observe Her closely and consider Her message and Her true character first before devoting his time and energy into Her.  Observation skills have to be on point, for the ability to beguile is getting easier with modern technology in this connected world of cut and paste plagiarism and casual intellectual property theft.  Anyone can build a blog in minutes, open up a social networking account here and there, post a few hot selfies, and presto: a newly minted Princess, Mistress, Domme, Humiliatrix, Goddess, etc. is born.

I realize that it’s a fact of nature beauty does interesting things to men from middle school and up and Women tend to know this. When a man sees a Woman he thinks is beautiful, he is projecting himself unto her, where he can immediately build her up in his mind without knowing much about Her. Many guys skip past the bios and go right for the galleries once the word “Mistress” is appended before a Woman’s stage name. Many men use the potential of a Woman’s body to serve their own fetishes as a basis for wanting to “serve” Her. For these men the fantasy-play is where their submission begins and ends.

But what about a man who wants to deeply consider the message of each Woman and approach only those who appear to have the taste and understanding necessary to truly enslave him?  The “culture” of fetish has become a commercial land where easily beguiled prey are constantly reinforcing the dysfunction of the market they support.  In such a realm, there is no intention of bringing slavery to any tangible level of reality: it’s a continuum of fantasy and hedonistic transactions and, sadly, little more than that.

From countless conversations with men seeking dominance beyond play, I can see how this creates a hoard of cynical and dispossessed men.  Their cynicism often becomes a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, too: the more jaded they become to the notion of serving a Woman the more rigidly self-defeating their prospects of finding the real deal becomes.  It permeates their judgment and colors the way they see any Woman who holds a whip or calls Herself a Mistress.

Some probably glance at My online presence and its imagery and they assume they know what they’re seeing based upon everything else they’ve seen before. They may focus on how I benefit materially from My sensual nature and penchant for owning men, even engaging in some fetish activities with them, but if an observer would look a little further into Me he will find a stark dissonance between what I do compared to the per-hour commercial venture of a cam college Girl or Pro Domina.  Talk to many professional Dominas and I’m sure one can quickly realize that many of them (but to be fair, not all) consider what they do as strictly a business, and a business often kept neatly away from the rest of their lives, at that. The Women are certainly skillful and beautiful. Their photos are alluring and ads are glossy.  The things they say are calculatingly “on” for the clientele they seek to attract.  But to the man seeking something more, asking how many actually live this way of life after the sessions are over or the camera stops rolling is a question worth asking. It’s a deceptively simple question to ask. At first, the bar set with this question seems easy enough to reach.  “Well, I happen to be a personal friend of Mistress so-and-so and I know she has slaves in real life.” one might answer.

Yes, yes. Ho hum. But really…how many are actually doing this in real life, 24/7? How many have s-l-a-v-e-s? Such questions matter to the more serious seekers looking to embrace the realities of slavery beyond temporary escapism and role play.

This question has more than one dialectological onionskin to patiently peel away. It seems there’s often a strange sort of sub-culturally reinforced wink and nod that’s shared among those supposedly in the know, but it’s really a mirror house of semantics one steps into when he asks that pure question with the hope of a pure answer. The docile, prurient hubby of that Mistress So-and-So who accompanies Her to fetish events in matching latex does not, by definition, make him a slave by any stretch of the imagination, nor does the weekender she has off to the side who has a “house cleaning fetish” and later likes to be strung up naked and pelted with tomatoes in the back yard—though many would ignorantly consider him a “slave,” too. The simple truth is that 999 times out of 1000, these men aren’t slaves, and if you listen to their personal philosophies where slavery is concerned (if they are so kind enough to share them), this becomes apparent enough through their own words. The depth of their understandings, of how far they take the concepts of slavery and apply them with any dash of seriousness in their own lives might as well amount to theory stitched in intellectual silly string. It is, more often than not, an adult game at play and the popular imagery we associate with it is in service to the fantasies that fuel them. Saying this too loudly might ruffle feathers, but what is true isn’t always easy for people to accept and I won’t apologize for speaking the truth.

And lest there be any doubt, I don’t have any problem with casual D/s; I can appreciate the fulfillment it provides. Neither do I have a problem with internet Princesses, FinDoms, Pro Dominas, etc. I give professionals, both on-line and real-time, every bit of respect they deserve. What I do have an issue with is the mingling of terms: how uncool it has become to refer to oneself as a submissive rather than a slave, when submissive or even “bottom” would be far more accurate.  Blurred lines only serve to confuse those seeking slavery.  The same goes for some Professionals, too: it has become uncool to admit you’re into service topping males and that you charge a fee for it.  The hypnotic assertions and truisms that justify the role playing sound so good to a great many people who like erotic games, but this allows a vast number of men (and Women) to coast unthinkingly along. Slavery isn’t a big deal, right? It’s just a part-time gig at a dungeon or a thing I do on the weekends.  I mean, slavery isn’t actual slavery, right? Think again.  Consensual slavery is the biggest form of human commitment there is and a Saturday night out in hot fetish regalia does not put you any closer to embracing reality than furries do in dressing up as horses and lions at other kin conventions.

So perhaps I’m preaching to the choir and you may understand all of that. Your prevailing question may simply be how to spot the bologna more easily. To this, I can offer the following advice to those like you who are searching for something a little more than fantasy role-playing.


  1. Pay attention to Her philosophies and how serious it appears She takes this way of life. Claims of doing this in real life, of having “personal slaves” have to extend beyond fanciful social media blurbs and pouting selfies with likely boyfriends.  Is She intellectually engaged in being who and what She is?  Is there apparent evidence of this? Do Her online presentations feel less like reflections of the human soul and more like a storefront capitalizing on all the usual trappings? If so, proceed with a great deal of caution: all there may be there is a sensual ghost with one crumby and ultimately singular objective: to take your money.


  1. Watch for plagiarism and the viral patterns of intellectual property theft we often see in Femdom Land. I’m not one to speak up often about this, as it does feel a bit like I’m tooting My own horn, but I do see some Women borrowing heavily from Me at times.   That alone isn’t something I take offense to, but when it’s clear they or adult companies are just capitalizing on the things they “picked up” from Me and the imagery I present here, it does tend to be a little disappointing.   My interest has always been to inspire imagination and desire in authentic Female dominance and authentic male submission, not create a visual playbook for posing on either side of the fence.   Sellouts borrow liberally from the lives of authentic Mistresses to camouflage themselves and their true intents. Learn how to decipher them.  Study the images they present to the world and the language they use.  Does it seem authentic or does it seem borrowed?  Someone who can’t turn out a single original thought or idea from Her own head should be held suspect. So…ask questions. Have conversations. Test Her understanding of the very thing She claims to practice.


  1. I hope what I’ve written here helps you and men like you who seek a deeper level of D/s.  As a supplement to this post, I highly suggest you refer to an earlier article on this issue.   Good luck on your journey! 😀

(Original post:  2014/09/06)


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Reintroducing: The Audience Guide for Inquirers

January 4th, 2015

enthronedv3Some time ago I had a tried-and-true system that filtered out the sincere from the not-so-sincere men, the weekend ass-slappers from the knights on quests, and the authentic servant-minded from the randy would-be clients looking for call girls with whips. Before that system, the floods of emails coming in from men looking to, ahem, “serve” were (let’s be nice and avoid the expletives) 98% nonsense. I knew there were many more men in the world with an authentic interest in the experience of truly serving a Woman and not to simply engage in a wink-and-nudge game of paying pro-Dominatrices to pretend they were their Mistresses for as long as the session checks cleared.

The latter problem has turned more into a sort of “Femdom epidemic” today and part of its cause isn’t always the fault of the men, either.

There is an awful lot to filter for the average newbie on the Internet, from college Girls looking to make some money off to the side to fetish Celebrities who hustle without any conscience or even partial remorse for the terms and ideas that are being twisted to suit their commercial agendas. In the world of the pro-Dominatrix, “slave” is typically another word for “client” and “serving” is nothing more than a catchphrase for scheduling a session. Men see this tripe regurgitated over and over until words—serious words that actually should mean things—mean little to nothing at all.

So yes, the state of Femdom can sometimes be a train wreck often leading to profound misunderstandings. As such, the state of knowing what a Mistress actually is and what slavery means tends to be a similar train wreck. With that in mind, it seems more important than ever to filter out the emails I receive. I can not be expected to keep up with the increasing numbers of men thinking that having foot fetishes makes them slaves, lol.

So men, from here on, the only way to possibly appeal to serving Me is to go through a rigid series of steps that I will outline in My Audience Guide. The Audience Guide will not be free, of course. Every man who decides to attempt reading the contents of this guide will be expected to part with some green. That’s right. And for those of you who are already moaning, you’re dismissed. 🙂

For those still reading, you can mosey on over to My Contact Page where I provide more details about how to obtain this guide. Before you even think about doing so, however, I ask you to be honest with yourself. If you’re looking for a fetishist or pro-Domme (Dominatrix), please don’t bother. There are many beautiful, exciting, skilled Pros out there who would be perfect for your interests, but I’m certainly not one of them. If you really know what a Mistress is and if you really think you have a handle on what consensual slavery actually entails, go get it, boys!


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A Sensual Girdle

December 5th, 2014

Trying on a new idea, well for Me at least.  Close friend loves latex, to the moon and back.  It’s not bad, I avow.  Feels sexy and serves as a girdle – a sensual one that is!




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Insta-Domination By Temptress Eves?

November 10th, 2014



Dear Ms. Saharaheve:

I’m a new, late 30’s male with limited r/l experience.  I have lots of experience with pro doms and a brief relationship going back a while ago with a lady who liked to dominate me.  Unfortunately she didn’t do a lot of the things pro doms did to me and I assumed she wasn’t a real dom.  I’m kinda at fault because I was under many assumptions such as,

1. thinking all doms were ready to play with anyone 24/7

2.  thinking Mistresses always walked around with all their war make-up on, hair all done up, fetish clothes on and in high heels 24/7

 Yeah,  pretty naive.

I started off thinking all I had to do was tell her my kinks and fetishes then poof she’d  be interested in them.  It didn’t last and off I went to join BDSM dating sites.

So many guys are hardwired to their sex drives and I’m wondering if  you see a lot of men who think doms are wired to just hook up with anyone just because they like the same thing?

I’m older now and the sexual component is not as important to me as finding out what pleases her and making it happen.

[Name Omitted]


Hi Writer,

No, Mistresses are not always dressed up in heels, make-up and sexy clothes 24/7.  And neither do we walk around hoping to tempt all males into total submission.  LOL.  On a more serious note, I am glad you wrote.  I have decided it is time to make a post about My personal opinions regarding online fantasy vs. real-life reality of Mistress and slave. For Me, writing this entry is a matter of  intellectual conscience, for as I speak with many newbie males I have increasingly realized that something needs to be addressed about how “Mistresses” and “slaves” really interact in the real world. To cut to the chase, there is a vast curtain of adult commercial glitz and glamour in the industry that is Femdom, and unless an impressionable man knows otherwise, he can easily get caught up in the gilded illusions of fetish porn and the fantastical imagery of adult actress celebrities with whips. Imagery, mind you, that is beautifully and sensually designed to arouse—but says really nothing of the context of a relationship between a Woman and Her slave.

In the enormous continuum of media churned out by adult-porn studios, professional Dominatrices, and otherwise celebrity/would-be celebrity Dominas, we get to see a lot of sexy and erotic content, for sure. Oral sex, face sitting, anal penetration with strap-ons, or outright intercourse are things that seem as foregone conclusions with all this sexy “Mistress and slave” stuff. What many may fail to realize is that nearly 100% of the men featured in these images and films are paid adult actors and models (AKA hired “meat puppets”) for adult studios, and most of the Women featured in these images and films are paid adult actresses in fetish regalia that walk the walk and talk the talk under the guidance of a director. Anything beyond  that often tends to be a dominant Woman and Her paying client or an intimate partner, whom She fully knows, playing the part of a “slave” online, engaging in sexual acts on cam, in photos or in movies with one fairly ubiquitous goal in mind: to procure the interests of more clients or customers. Not that there is anything wrong with good marketing, but we would never, for an instant, be so gullible as to assume the worlds presented to us in glossy magazine ads, commercials and movies are real, so why would we attribute reality to any of the media we see regularly presented by commercial studios and professional services online?

The simple point is we should not, for if we do we are liable to be a bit confused when the candy coated porn version hits the concrete of the real world and bloodies its nose. In reality, you may never, as a slave, have access to your Mistress as shown in all these movies. So, to avoid mincing words or droning on without getting to the point, let Me simply say the following: Being servile does not allow a male instant access to a Woman’s sex, Her dominance or even Her affection.

Unlike professional Dominatrices, a dominant Woman—much less a Mistress—is not obligated to serve your fetishes, your kinks, or your desires for romantic intimacy.  The obligation and responsibility goes from man to Woman and slave to Mistress. That is really the entire point of Mistress and slave. Indeed, She may enjoy using him sexually and to Her satisfaction, but it is not a given that She will or must, and many of the would-be slaves out there really need to consider this deeply before jumping into the pool with too many assumptions. And the assumptions are pretty easy to have by way of imagery paraded before our eyes whenever we look up the words Femdom or Mistress and slave on the Internet or read about them in fantasy novels.

Looking at these many movies online acted out by professional Dominatrices and adult actresses, we get the sense that the Ladies are all fast and indiscriminate—that they are not all that picky about who they choose to allow to service them sexually, but the reality is almost always quite different. A Mistress is a Woman, a human being first and foremost.  Her desire to dominate you, if it is authentic, is triggered by you, i.e., you are that inspiring incentive.  She does not walk around with a deep seated passion to dominate any and all males.  She is a human being, and like all human beings, context often informs Her interests in the sexual act. She must be attracted to a man first before wanting—truly wanting—to dominate him and engage in the deeper shades of sexual exchange with him.  And when I say “attracted” I am not only speaking of the physical, but of the psychological, and, truth be told, the latter is more where it is at. A beautiful man can still be a blunt and ungainly ignoramus with no class or depth and without the right attitude he is not going to be very attractive to an alpha Female.

If a man wants to have that special privilege of serving his Goddess so intimately he needs to have the right stuff and that stuff can not be faked transiently. Outside of being an attractive and honorable man in general, he needs to prove himself through blood, sweat, and tears that he is there for Her and that he cares deeply for Her comfort and gain. Always loyal and eager to please Her, always there for Her and extending himself for Her, he will impart a sense of security and thus comfort Her immensely. But even this is not enough, necessarily, for a slave is expected to provide these things with or without sexual intimacy anyway. He can have many good qualities and still remain kept from tasting Her intimately. This should not be something that makes him quit at all. It should inspire him toward his servitude all the more. Indeed, slave labor sublimates sexual tension and drive but the slave himself may not ever be allowed access to Her at all…and this will only serve to tease and deliciously compel his slavery. Ideally he should come to see Her as an untouchable embodiment of the Feminine Divine, an entity he should feel lucky enough to simply be in the presence of alone, and should he be granted the privilege of kissing Her feet, it will be awe-inspiring and satiating alone.

But sex and sexual acts? These are never a given, as much as all the gobs of Internet movies like to lead one to think otherwise. As stated above, for as much as a man may have good qualities and perfect loyalty, that is not a guarantee he will be wanted intimately.  All slaves must come before their potential Mistresses knowing this potential reality. If he does appeal to Her and he remains a devoted and all-consumed heel-licking slave for Her every whim, he may very well have the lofty pleasure and honor of pleasing Her. But never should the sexual act or Her sexual interest be taken for granted as the world of fetish porn seems so given to do.


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Nanshakh: Artist with a Unique FemDom Vision

November 6th, 2014


Very few artists capture the essence of what I truly idealize.  With artist Nanshakh we can see something entirely unique in all his artwork: males are stripped naked, their heads sheered, their personally defining features muted into degrading interchangeability. They are all truly slaves, assigned to filthy drudgery and menial tasks while their Mistresses go about life, radiant, sophisticated and arrogant and held wrapped in the luxury of comfort and decadence—all at the expense of their slaves, of course. In Nanshakh’s world, Women are divine and worshiped as such. And, all males—emaciated from a life of labor and minimal care—groveling and scraping for a chance to simply lick a passing Goddess’s heel. They kneel so humbly and cower and pray endlessly to their superiors, enduring cruel torments inflicted upon them by their keepers, who seem more in love with each other than the lowly male creatures around and beneath them.  It’s really no secret I truly admire his style and technique, not to mention his subject matter. ;-D

You can access the artist’s work at his website: http://www.nanshakh.com



I encourage you to peruse his free galleries and join his member area; you will be greeted by a robust gallery of Female Supremacy and delicious male thralldom.



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Sanctuaried Uses of The Cage

October 22nd, 2014




An article discussing the cage and its purpose as it relates to slaves and their experiences can be found inside the private journal.  Enjoy!


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Wounded Warrior Project: Slaves contribute monthly to the betterment of society

October 11th, 2014

For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.”
― Sam Levenson



“To ease another’s heartache is to forget one’s own.”
―  Abraham Lincoln


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The Inevitability of Polyandry in Female Supremacy Households

September 26th, 2014

(Excerpt of full article found inside the Private Journal)

(snip) It’s not that I have a problem with monogamy, mind you. To each their own, of course. For Me and other Mistresses, however, monogamy is an established institution of conformity that we refuse to have imposed upon us, as that would limit us. Men who come to us and profess a desire for slavery must inevitably accept this reality: As alpha Females, we will not be held bound to tacit courtship mores that has become common thinking and sometimes find their ways even into the thought processes of submissive men. We won’t allow you, our males, to think you somehow possess us, for we possess you. This isn’t about romantic foregone conclusions or notions of mutual fidelity. This isn’t about dating or the patriarchal institution of marriage. This is about slavery to Female Keepers in a Female-led household under the mantle of Female supremacy and all powers it gives Women within it. A relationship under such tenets is one that naturally and quite logically recognizes polyandry—that no male is exclusive or the possessor of the Female in any form, no matter how abstract. He is the possession and he, by nature of his commitment to Her, possesses nothing, save what the Mistress permits him to keep. She will openly display affection and attention upon one male or the next in Her circle and She does this with the comfort of knowing that Her males, serving from the true spirit of love, want for nothing but Her happiness and pleasure. Jealousy, while somewhat impossible to completely route out of the human animal, must remain a distant rumor to these men, nonetheless. Any instinct to possess Her and keep Her from other men is an enemy within, for She is not yours to claim; you are Her possession, in fact. Even if She grants you sexual access, this does not mean She won’t grant that same access to another. The practice of open and unapologetic polyandry is Female dominance incarnate, for it is the Female who is the gatekeeper of sex, and as such, She will rightfully exercise that choice in comfort.

That overt comfort is the ideal, at least, but sometimes not the reality. The problem that crops up now and then is that some men realize they can’t cope with the reality of serving Women like Me. Knowing who and what I am and knowing what slavery entails at least in theory, they make a bid to serve Me. Consumed with desire, they become romantically attached, and then before long develop jealousies over other males in My circle. Drawing inward, they lose sight of their original aim to serve Me and please Me and instead begin to view their relationship with Me through the lens of jealousy and possessiveness. Somewhere along the way, My steadfast would-be servant, once so light-footed and enthusiastic, grows a little dark, and before long, the original vision of slavery so earnestly pursued is lost in service to something else entirely: the subversive illusions male ego and jealousy.

These men, inevitably, fail in serving Me, for they cannot accept their place as one among others in a stable of slaves that I keep. They cannot accept that I may engage in sexual or emotional intimacy with other slaves and so they are either dismissed or eventually opt to dismiss themselves in any number of ways—some direct and some not so direct.

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Multi-Useful Slaves

September 9th, 2014

There is the BowFlex, Ab Roller, Belly Burner, etc.—all neat gadgets, I’m sure— but I don’t need any of that stuff when I have My slave willing to take on inanimate forms of My choosing.  And My slave makes quite a lovely inanimate object indeed, such as a bench and stool to work out My gilded glutes.  I use My male expressly for this purpose when the mood suits Me, such as in this video-still I’ll be posting soon, where I’m working out on the beach.  Always sure to draw a crowd. 🙂




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SaharahEve’s Slave Ethos

September 5th, 2014



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Delilah and Samson

August 15th, 2014

Obviously the point of keeping slaves for a Mistress is to be freed of all menial concerns and chores. This being said, there are some small domestic tasks I find enjoyable and I will make a point of taking into My hands. One of them is the shearing of a slave. I have to admit I get a special gratification out of this innocent ritual.  Am I unconsciously acting out the myth of Delilah and Samson? Maybe so. Although I don’t feel much affinity with the caricatured biblical temptress, we do share a similarity: My purpose in removing My slave’s hair is to enforce his enslavement. By depriving him of that individuality, I am effectively transforming him in such a way that he will hardly recognize himself when looking into a mirror, driving it home the hard way that his body is My exclusive property to do with as I wish.  When the slave sees himself so utterly modified that he knows he no longer relates to the face of the free person he once had.  What he sees instead is a depersonalized creature.  The poor beast is left with no other choice than to embrace his image of slavery—the shorn head—and do so with sincere gratitude.  I have no qualms admitting that I enjoy removing My slave’s hair as if I were peeling off any remnant of his former life.  The male that emerges from that chrysalis will undoubtedly prove to be totally subjected to My will, having no other hope than to serve Me and to remain in My good grace.  Have I not become all his life?

But unlike Delilah, when I shave off the hair of one of My males My intent is surely not to weaken him.  On the contrary: I am significantly empowering him.  By depriving him of this physical attribute of his personality I am doing more than simply performing the symbolic act of degrading him to his subservient status; I am also freeing him of all his fears, apprehensions and inhibitions.  Having lost everything—freedom, possessions, friends and relations—his unique and sacred ambition is to serve and please Me, his Owner.  This is My gift to My slave, this is the power I am instilling in him: having no concern for his own well being or safety he will obey My orders without even a second thought as nothing could ever matter more to him than satisfying My whims.  Such selflessness is tantamount to invincibility.  And I will accept nothing less from My slaves.






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On the Trendy Ghettoization of Female Dominance

July 30th, 2014

There is a particular pattern of communication I’ve grown accustomed to over the years while entertaining the letters sent to Me from men, and it happens much like clockwork: the seasons change and suddenly there are several new messages in My inbox inquiring about My availability for BDSM sessions. These questions, as familiar as they are, never cease to perplex Me. I have been writing for years how I do not offer sessions and how I do not charge an hourly rate, or see the exchange of dominance and submission between a Woman and a man as transactional, but no matter how well I write these sigils across My site to ward off the “pro mojo,” its acolytes show up, nonetheless, with hats in hands. I turn them away as nicely as I can, of course, but the magnitude at which men believe they can purchase time in My presence never fails to niggle at the back of My head a little. On one hand, I am flattered, I suppose, that some men would part with gobs of money just to be near Me. On the other hand, that is not where the deal ends as far as many men are concerned, unfortunately. Men who are willing to throw their money at a Woman to role play dominance come seeking a service, and in that vein, I am awestruck by their sense of entitlement, if not incomprehension.

To be clear, the service they seek is not My particular gripe. The practice of men paying to be flogged, feminized, humiliated, etc., is as old as the hills. The Dominatrix profession itself started from within brothels catering to the eccentric needs of men before it branched out into being a “thing” in and of itself in the contemporary age. Dominatrices today operate in a shadow world between sexual iconoclasm and fantasy-fulfillment—a perpetual gray area frequented by the prurient interests of fetishists, masochists, and sex tourists. This in and of itself is quite fine: I fully support Women choosing any path they wish. The path of the Dominatrix is certainly one worthy of respect. It fulfills a need in men to temporarily submit and it can even be thought of as a “gateway drug,” in that it encourages men to get their feet wet with submitting to Women whereafter they may choose to explore the world of the Alpha Female with more depth if they dare.  My gripe, as it turns out, is the association such men make between Me and the Pro Domina. While I certainly take no issue with Women who choose to pursue the arts of the Dominatrix, the schism between a Woman like Myself and the average Pro is, really, like night and day. No, I do not have a dungeon or a domestic-themed studio. No, I do not cater to your fetishes. No, I do not offer a service for payment. And no, I do not associate My dominance with fashion statements in leather or latex, the trend of which started with the “bizarre sex” underground in the sixties. You can certainly give Me your money if you’d like, but in My world, it is understood as a proxy for your devotion and desire to please, not a transactional fee paid for services rendered. In other words, having money offered up to Me is a frivolous matter compared to having one’s soul offered up to Me. It is the latter I find interest in, for in that all bounties of a man flows perpetually, not just the paper bills in his wallet for a finite moment.

So with the above in mind, I openly suggest to the world that is that there are, in fact, two types of Women who wield whips in this world. First, there are the Dominatrices, who are essentially sensation-service providers to the whims and desires of their adoring male clientele. It may appear as dominant on the surface, but careful observation often reveals otherwise. Careful observation, in fact, underscores the difference between the Dominatrix and the Mistress (“Mistress” as in “Keeper” of the House). The Dominatrix archetype is often seen as having overturned social convention in the realm in which they operate, of reversing the long-established roles between Women and men in making men obedient to Female authority. Authors, activists and enthusiasts of Femdom expound with much poetry and erudition on the exuberance of the dominant Female, and yet, for all this homage paid to Female dominance, there appears to be very little of it in authentic practice within the industry that is “Femdom.” What we have instead, unfortunately, is a commercial empire wherein a bit of a charade is being played out between fetishists and sex capitalists that rise to the occasion of the natural, sensual need in men. Dominant Women pursuing a  little capitalism, especially at the expense of male interest, is not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. What I call to light is the rampant service to male sexual fantasy simply to turn a dime that has become the Femdom modus operandi du jour, with little left over for love of the wholesome reality-based craft of Female dominance in and of itself. Beneath the shiny skin of latex and leather and beyond the garish spectacle of role play, one is eventually compelled to ask what heart truly beats for the Feminine Divine in all this consumable imagery? The reality is that for many, form is more cherished than essence and aesthetic more celebrated than authenticity in the practice of wielding “control” over men. The sensual thrill seeker client merely purchases Female sensuality and escapes, temporarily, into an ephemeral illusion of Her dominance—an illusion the Dominatrix gets paid to weave. But what if that dominance goes beyond the trappings of mere Femdom? What if the dominance of a Woman is integrated into real life, beyond the service-oriented performance art?

That is where Women like Myself come in. We do not measure out our time with men by the hour or offer our craft simply as a product in and of itself. While we are certainly inclined to profit from our power in one form or another, who and what we are, as a whole, is not determined by serving the sexuality of men, as we see with the typical Dominatrix. The Mistress makes male sexuality serve Her, and therein lies a crucial and fundamental difference. Where the Dominatrix is contained in a box made of rules dictated by the underworld of the sex-fantasy industry, the Mistress is free to be who She is: there need not be any divide between who She really is and who She appears to be. She incorporates Her dominance seamlessly into the world of the real—not just the world of the pruriently bizarre—and therein lies the true power of a Woman to emerge from the abstract subcultural “ghetto” that fetish culture has carved out for Her. Her dominance is not justified and consumed merely as a pseudo-sexual service. Her dominance is all-encompassing and there is no border where we separate its extent from the larger reality of the world around us. The Mistress, in other words, is real. While She uses sexual energy to Her favor, She refuses to be isolated or segregated into a subculture built only around sexual antics and services that cater to men. The Woman next door might very well be a keeper of slaves. You may never be able to tell, judging by Her lifestyle and outward appearance, for Her status as a slave keeper is but one aspect of Her life and reality—it is not scrawled across Her in the garish colors of the fashionably eccentric and perverse.

saharahs_graceWhile I flesh out the breadth and scope of My own life, it is important for Me to note that I am not an enemy of fantasy or even male sexuality. I am far from it, in fact.  No one understands and respects the power of human sexuality more than a Keeper of consensual slaves, I hold. My note is at the purity of the vision that compels a man to serve and what inspires a Woman to receive that service with honest intent. There is plenty of great sex and fantasy fulfillment to be had in that world, but what makes it different is its goals and the center from which it operates. There are many permutations, but only one that resonates with Me and those fit for the world in which I live. In that world Woman are supreme and men serve Women to lift them up and free them from the drudgery of the menial. The servitude is real, not merely an act for a temporary sensual hiatus. So long as the fantasy in a man’s mind finds pleasure in this, he is not relegating the Woman of his dreams into virtual sex slavery to his fetishes.

Where narratives afforded by fantasy are concerned, I think another great way to demonstrate the difference is through the visual. Female power and dominance is depicted in a variety of artwork from many artists, but only a few tend to get it right in My book. My slave’s artwork exudes this understanding in paintings in that his message is uncluttered from the confusion Femdom tends to inflict upon popular consumption. Unlike many Femdom artists, Nanshakh’s work exemplifies a purity of understanding where it relates to a Mistress and Her slaves. The men are anonymized and interchangeable. The Women stride, sit, or recline imperiously over them in their beauty and dominance. Their sexuality is certainly used, but not to make men the focus of their dominance. In this world, the Women are at the center and the men are banished into the periphery—their lives only having meaning in abject servitude to and worship of Females who are rightfully enthroned in a celestial mantle above the male creature. In Nanshakh’s work, men are clearly not being “done.” They are being taken for granted. They are debased and undifferentiated. They are meaningless machine parts without the central mechanisms of life: Women. That is the message I like to extoll and it is the personal reality I live which frees Me and puts Me high above the din of the fetish industry and its male-oriented world of commonly consumed Femdom.




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The Nuisances of Populated Streets and Leash Walking

July 11th, 2014


I have never made it a secret that I find pleasure in publicly walking a slave on a leash.  Instances of Myself doing so abound in this site —  both in photos and movies.  I know I am not alone as many more wonderful Mistresses are starting to showcase their pets in this manner.  🙂  For Me personally it is one of those little things of daily life to which I am very attached.  First and foremost because I derive tremendous satisfaction from it, of course.  I always enjoy showing a man his true place — at My heel, abased and docile, as the domestic animal he is destined to be.  Station reminders are an integral part of the strict discipline I impose upon My slaves.  Secondly, I enjoy doing it in public because it engenders an increased educational value  both for the slave and the public too.  No doubt many people will be impressed by the natural elegance of an attractive Woman who casually holds a male on a leash throughout the city sidewalks and markets.  Many men, and even more importantly Women, will be seduced by the important statement it makes.  I can not help smiling when I think of all the sleepless nights I must have inflicted in this way.  Lastly, let us not forget it is very salutary for the slave’s mental hygiene and You all know how, as a responsible Keeper, I make it a point to keep My slaves perfectly healthy in this regard.  No doubt I have often expended here on the benefits for the slave to be paraded in public at the end of a leash  or even trotting on all fours beside His Keeper.
When kept on leash a slave of Mine finds his natural place and embraces the sanctity of his servile condition.  He is proud of being exposed by Me for what he truly is: a piece of property, a domesticated creature irreversibly attached to Me — pun intended.  And he certainly does not feel any shame or humiliation as his attention is entirely centered upon Me and he is only concerned with how he is besotted by My authority and instead of feeling awkward because of the gawks and bewildered looks he feels ennobled by being leashed to Me, belonging to My retinue and by participating to My stature, however menially.  The leash has deprived him of any reason -or right- for self consciousness; he knows instinctively he does not exist as a person anymore and that all eyes are upon Me.  No one pays any attention to a slave— people only see the leash and then the elegant, manicured hand that is firmly holding it.  He is mindful of doing honor to his Mistress, of having the perfect behavior She expects of him.  He is proud of having the same importance to My standing as My purse or My shoes and knows that I will expect his conduct to be at all times as spotless as any part of My attire.
It amuses Me when I hear some people  from within the Femdom crowd talk about the “public humiliation” of being taken on a leash by a Woman.  How could it possibly be humiliating for a slave to be displayed by his Owner for what he truly is: Her property.  Of course he is proud that She deigns to parade him as such.  He is thrilled She chose to take him out with Her like Her purse or Her scarf.  Some take an umbrella in case it might rain, exactly the same way as I might take a slave if I am going for a walk and I think I might have some use for him, e.g., to sit on him in the park, to get a foot massage, or carry My bags if I indulge in some impromptu shopping.  Can you imagine the joy of any of My slaves when I am so generous as to choose to take them out for such purposes?  They are even more excited than My dog —  I mean the real, canine one 😉  Were it not for their perfect training  I could find My slaves waiting sitting by the front door, the leash in their mouths.  So I wonder why so many people come up with that sentiment about humiliation.  It is a grace I bestow on a slave when I take him out on a leash.
Unfortunately, things have deteriorated in recent years thus the satisfaction I can derive from leash walking a slave in public has considerably waned.  To the point where I seriously wonder if I will keep indulging in that innocent habit of Mine much longer.  No sooner do I appear tugging a slave along that tons began to follow, tripping over themselves I might add.  It has come to the point where it takes away some pleasure and I am not sure I will keep doing that much longer.  Of course I could avoid this nuisance by sticking to deserted streets, but then unpopulated streets do defeat the purpose of the exercise, don’t they?  When I leash walk a slave I am taking My Female Supremacist lifestyle to the public square and I am making an important statement.  Yes, some Women keep their males on a leash.  Some Women rule and there is no shortage of males they can choose from to domesticate.  This is My world and I certainly am not apologetic for it; I make it a point of exercising My right to flaunt it when and where it pleases Me just the same as others are showing off their own lifestyles and choices.  This is the place I have for males in My life — at the end of My leash, at My beck and call.  My subservient males are part of My standing.  I do not see why I could not conveniently take one out on a leash in the same way a gay couple can walk hand in hand or other people choose to display their religious bonds with ostentatious costumes.  It is all about bonding after all, right? 😉











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Happy Father’s Day!

June 11th, 2014

To all the loving dads and dads-in-waiting A Very Happy Father’s Day to you!

(And to My members who may be fathers, this one is for you!)



“A father is a fellow who has replaced the currency in his wallet with the snapshots of his kids.”


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Flavors of Psychosexual Dominance: My Philosophy Behind Smothering Slaves

June 11th, 2014

The eroticism and fun of smothering slaves…by now you realize I have a bit of a knack for it, but more broadly speaking, human nature seems to as well. Stop to think about it for a moment: how often do you see Women fantasizing about receiving this treatment? Much like foot worship, men seem naturally acclimated toward paying homage to the nether regions of Females. They can’t help fantasizing about being our footstools and seats, but the desire for this dynamic is suspiciously absent in reverse, isn’t it? Having the agency of an alpha Female, I see this simple truth and revel in smothering men, as is only right…as is only natural. My ass above them, taking the very air from their lungs, blinding them, filling their mouths and nostrils with the scents and tastes of Me…it is a reminder of the control I have over their lives, of how I encompass them wholly and weigh down heavily upon their lives. My essence permeates them and crushes them. The act of smothering, then, is not simply sexual or functional: it is deeply symbolic of the relationship shared between Me and My groveling males.





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When the Virtual Metamorphoses Into a Reality

May 14th, 2014



Often times online references to “slavery” are not talking about slavery but rather the simulation of slavery; a fun fantasy adults engage in behind closed doors or a commercial venture for porn companies or Pro-Dominatrices.  For a small handful of others, slavery is a very real, choice-based way of life.


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Publicly Expressing Facets of Female-Led Relationships

May 13th, 2014


Some things do not need to be loudly affirmed; nuances speak volumes!



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Happy Mother’s Day!

May 9th, 2014

A warm Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mothers, GrandMothers, Step-Moms and Mothers-to-be! 🙂


World’s toughest job in the world.  Can you handle it?  Probably not.:   http://youtu.be/HB3xM93rXbY


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Cross-Dressing Slave’s Lesson On Roe vs. Wade and Constitutional Undermining by “Anti-Women-Autonomy” State Legislators

January 26th, 2014

Of course My faithful readers know that I am always ready to use a slave for My entertainment. This is a pleasant recreation when the beast is not busy toiling for Me. Not so recreational for him, maybe, but for Me it is good fun– which is all that matters. Sometimes I particularly enjoy feminizing a male, not only is his pathetic attempts to dress like a Woman and mimic Feminine grace quite hilarious, but ridiculing the miserable creature serves multiple purposes. First it amuses Me to no end, as I’ve said already, but it is also a sound reminder for the lowly creature of his absolute inferiority to the Feminine sex, as it demonstrates how males are grotesque and inadequate when they try to resemble us Women in any way.

So I have decided to put My beast in that awkward and ridiculous situation, as I intend to give him a salutatory lesson about a few important matters. Such as the relentless abuse and misogyny displayed by some conservatives against Women, some of the despicable and cowardly legislation that is trying to get passed by all sorts of sly means. But do not let the silliness of the slave’s endeavors to act and walk like a Woman lessen or dilute the seriousness of the lessons I’m giving him. Those are important matters however lightly and humorously I am ingraining them into the servile male psyche to raise his awareness about such societal issues and make him see them in the only proper light: Mine.

Intrinsically a Mistress is always generous with Her slaves. To start with, She is already infinitely generous to tolerate them as Her slaves, of course. Not to mention to allow them to breathe. (Well, that is, when She’s not chocking them for fun ;D) But when a Keeper is condescending to lend any attention to Her males, whatever attention, She is extraordinarily generous. As, for example, when She is teaching them about anti-Women legislation, or whatever societal issues She deems important for them to learn about and to adopt Her views on the matter. And if a Mistress deigns to crop Her slaves, She is simply going out of Her way in terms of generosity. Now, what are slaves for if not to suffer at the hands of their Keepers, for Her sole satisfaction? Who would not concur there could be no better reason for male dog slaves to be degraded or subjected to harsh punishments than to provide pleasure and amusement for their Owners? That is the reason why I own My dog slaves: so that I can exploit and oppress them for My convenience and gain, naturally, but also to make them squirm and squeal under My whip, at My whim, whenever I want to vent off My annoyance for the misogyny of males in society and all the crap the despicable creatures represent. Yes, My males will suffer for this; I will make sure they pay for their sex, even though they have embraced their inferiority and servitude to Women. This is what is just and right, for this is My justice that I deign to inflict on My creatures. And I can assure you they embrace it with such fervor and gratitude. Poor things, it is really touching.

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Insignificance and empowerment: Two flip sides of the same coin.

December 7th, 2013


My slaves exist in relation to Me. When they look at Me they see all the extent of their insignificance. I am so far above them and they are so low beneath Me. Not that this ever made them feel despicable. On the contrary, each of My slaves always felt ennobled by bowing before Me, obeying and serving Me. It always made them proud to open doors for Me, to carry My bag or coat. They always felt honored to prostrate themselves at My feet, to be at My beck and call, to toil for Me, to clean for Me, all the while feeling the relentless, inescapable pressure of the slave collar on their necks. Prostrating themselves before Me is not only a special privilege, it’s always rewarding and fulfilling. Lowering themselves at My feet always made them feel a better person, at My place. And there could be no nobler cause for them than serving Me precisely because I am so far superior and precious than them and it always reminds them of their lowliness and perfect insignificance before My shining Femininity.

That being said, insignificance does not in the least make them feel ashamed. They never feel ashamed of serving Me or being servile to Me. My slaves realized this so strongly particularly when I walk them on a leash in New York City, LA or Boston, or when they kneel at My feet in public. They don’t see themselves as made empty or stupid, or useless by their servility to Me. On the contrary, it reinforces in them the affirmation of having found the most beautiful reason to live: to serve Me. And it makes them feel stronger more resilient and powerful. For Me.

The reason why their servitude to Me makes them feel better is Me. It comes from the nobleness of My graceful and despotic nature. It’s something in My stance, in My proudness, in My haughtiness, that makes them totally insignificant. They are insignificant because their ego is made irrelevant and non existent by My imperious will. They are insignificant as the only meaning their existence can have now is their usefulness to Me. When I enslave them, I rendered that self-conscious “him” inadequate, definitely obsolete and purposeless. This is all the extent of their insignificance beneath Me. They can only exist in as much as I deign to use and exploit them. Apart from accomplishing My dictates, fulfilling My caprices, being whatever I want them to be—at My convenience, providing a permanent service to make My life freer, more comfortable and pleasant— they have no purpose; they are nothing.

Contemplating the downfall of their former selves, the utter destruction of their free will makes them profoundly happy. A servile happiness that comes from satisfying their revered Owner’s caprices. This happiness is so powerful that it chokes in them any stray impulse to resist, to escape My tyranny. This conditioned instinct that I ingrained in them— the instinct of servile obedience— is so irrepressible and so overwhelming that in each instance when something in them would squirm against the ongoing oppression of servitude, the reflex of servility would prevail and compel them to silent obedience. Additionally, it would rejoice in these perpetual victories of My supremacy, of the repeated proofs of My absolute superiority.

This is how insignificant they are. Not because they feel they are nothing, as they are still mostly the same, but their will is passive as soon as I deign to state My dictates.

I took their freedom away because it is My absolute right to do so. They have always been destined to become My property. It was always their nature, their function to serve and obey Me. And from the moment I appeared to them in all My arrogant and exquisite grace, they could think of nothing else than becoming Mine: adoring Me, pleasing Me, serving Me. I made them My thing, My creature. I transformed them utterly, turning them essentially into My slaves. In all the time they spent serving Me in the flesh, from the first moment they were in My presence, it only took only one look, one word, one sign from Me to send them down to the ground, groveling at My feet in total acceptance. They felt it, they “knew” it. Oh yes, every step of the arduous way to total slavery. They felt their enslavement but still they could not, at that time, fathom all the extent of My reign over them, its implications and the irretrievable permanence of their subjection to Me.

I am everything to My males. I define their existence. They are only what I deign to make of them. It is simply the natural order I impose upon them. My Order—that will rule the rest of their docile existences.


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Honoring Veteran’s For Their Courage, Sacrifice and Service ~ Thank You All

November 11th, 2013

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“If a child grows up with the idea of violence, that you get what you can by force, what kind of world will this be?”
Julinda Abu Nasr

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Shaving a slave’s head

September 6th, 2013

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Some may argue that a slave still remains a person, and why not? But to Me, that’s neither here nor there. A slave is first and foremost a s-l-a-v-e. And that is all. A commodity, a piece of property, a tool, a beast of burden, a toy or whatever his Keeper wants it to be. In My book, that means interchangeable, easily replaceable, totally expendable. Even if, as with many other Women, I will at times enjoy finding in a slave an intuitive creature who is quite capable of interesting conversation, thoughtful attentions and educated understanding. I do appreciate such precious qualities and want to be able to switch them on and off at My leisure. But it makes no difference to the basic fact that a slave is and will always remain just and only that: a slave.

It is absolutely essential that subservient males must never be allowed to forget that reality. That is why I want My slaves to be constantly reminded of their servile condition so that they could never entertain the delusion of being permitted to step out of it. And for this, there’s nothing like the good old recipes. You know that saying, clothes don’t make the man? Well, maybe so, but no clothes at all do make the slave. At least in My world, which is all that matters to Me and My males anyway. Oh yes, appearances do matter and the only piece of clothing I’ll allow My slaves is a good, sturdy, iron collar. There’s nothing like taking his clothes away to make a male feel all the extent of his lowly, servile condition.

Yet, that’s still not enough for My taste. So I recently decided to shear My slave’s hair, to further deprive him of his personality traits and ingrain even deeper in his subservient psyche the absolute extent of his abasement and depersonalization. The results went even beyond My expectations. Naked as a worm! Lol – And it worked wonders on the silly beast. It made him happy too. That is, after the initial shock. Well, anyway, I’m sure it will make him happy in the long run. The way he was expressing his gratitude immediately afterwards was quite touching. And it did improve his slavishness and eagerness to serve Me, no doubt. Once again, I’m pleased with My brilliant idea.

And those that know Me, of course I taped the whole event. I was not going to deprive Myself of the pleasure of replaying it once in a while. And in My immense generosity, I decided to share this moment with you, if only for educational purposes, for Mistresses and slaves alike.


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New Beginnings

August 23rd, 2013

As a rule, once I have set My pretty foot on a male’s neck the animal will remain My devoted property for the rest of his life. Even if capricious and demanding as I can be, I am quite likely to get bored and give the poor sod the boot, the miserable creature will keep on being My slave forever. It happened that way for all the males I’ve deigned to enslave. Even when I have discarded them and completely forgotten about their existence they are simply incapable of getting over their obsessive attachment to Me. Now mind you, I don’t blame the poor creatures. I understand that when a male has been so lucky as to become enslaved to a Woman such as Me, he should be forever inconsolable to have been released— for whatever reason. I can imagine how bleak and sordid freedom must seem after the chains of servitude under My law. Some of My former slaves are actually quite touching in their struggles, so much so that I may even take pity on them. As in the case of this male who, after serving me for many years, cannot be expected to ever get himself another life. I know he only lives for a chance, any chance, to serve Me— however menially and I find it quite convenient to keep My former slaves at My beck and call for whatever purpose. Thus, I condescended to help him in his misery. It’s really not much for Me anyway. Males are simple animals, they need guidance and discipline and once trained as slaves they can’t live without being in the firm grip of a strong Woman. Since he is not any more subjected to My permanent control, I have decided to fit this one with a chastity cage. It takes so little to reign in the basic instincts in males and keep them under control. Look how grateful the silly animal was when I presented him with his cage. It makes him so happy to be once again subjected to My will. I know it will work wonders on him.

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Happy Father’s Day

June 15th, 2013




Happy Father’s Day to all the big-hearted, warm, loving dads out there who nurture their kids with love and support!

Kids learn what they live — be the best role model you can be!

“Every child needs a champion.”
― Hillary Rodham Clinton


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Expectations of a Slave

May 17th, 2013


As I have mentioned recently, I do accept that My slaves love Me.  In so doing, I know I am showing exceptional leniency and openness of mind.  It is indeed very generous of Me since by condescending to tolerate a slave’s adoration for Me, no matter how far beneath Me, how insignificant he might be as a male, I acknowledge he is still worthy of loving Me sincerely, selflessly, and humbly.

I do see it as only natural that a male should be consumed with love for Me, his Keeper.  I even accept his being haunted permanently by My beauty.  Providing his carnal desires remain strictly chastised and reigned in, I see them as conducive to the perfect servility I demand of him.  I am after all a Goddess to My lowly creature, the incarnation of the Feminine ideal, the inaccessible idol he’s sacrificing all, freedom, comfort, even security to serve for life.  I see no reason to reject his passionate love any more than I’d reject the loyal affection of My dog.  And just as with a dog, depending on My whim, at times I will reward him with My attention, even My affection.  A good slave will receive such exceptional gestures of appreciation from his Mistress as priceless gifts from his inaccessible Goddess.  He will cherish them and they will serve to reinforce his eternal devotion and gratitude for Me.  But there are also those males who, never fully resigned to their abject servitude, probably suffering from delusions of equality with their Keeper, will want to exploit Her empathy, seeing a chance to inch their way into some sentimental, reciprocal attachment with Her.  Soon, misunderstanding any benevolent signs of kindness from Her, they will begin to feel entitled to love and respect, even romance, in return for their own needy passion.

This can never be tolerated. This is tantamount to leaping on the couch for a dog in some pitiful attempt at feeling comfortable on an equal footing with his Mistress.  A slave is a slave, period.   And while a slave is still human, he must know and embrace he can never entertain any hope of getting above his servile condition.  In My house, slaves are animals, they belong to the ground at My feet, groveling.  While I welcome– on My terms, sincere displays of their absolute adoration and love for Me, and I will often graciously reward such with an affectionate pat.  I will mercilessly crush any symptoms of sentimental greed, entitlement, jealousy.  They are not the genuine expressions of the selfless, servile love I expect of My slaves but on the contrary they reveal an unhealthy resurgence of rebellious male ego.   I know the signs.  I will recognize them immediately and I will act swiftly, crushing the culprit with merciless severity.




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Mother’s Day!

May 11th, 2013

heidipixholidayHappy Mother’s Day to Her, the Woman who is The Mother.  There is only One and there always will be only ONE: Mother. She’s always had the same name since the beginning of times.  She is unique to all of us for the billions and billions of human beings who ever have been and will be, whoever we are, wherever we are.  She has the same soothing voice, the same smell, the same tenderness.  So to all the Mothers, smile at the homage, the love and gratitude of that humanity You have been bringing to life, protecting, nurturing and carrying in Your arms since the dawn of our species. If all people gave any attention to the love and need and instinctive reverence they have for their Mother, the world would be a much happier, joyful and peaceful place. Because we all still harbour, however deep inside ourselves, that inimitable joyful laughter She could always get out of us with Her smile.

Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers, foster Mothers, Mothers-to-be and military Mothers!


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Slave Carpet, Zlita Saga Latest Illustration by Nanshakh

April 23rd, 2013


It is said Sir Walter Raleigh laid his cloak across mud in the street so that Queen Elizabeth could walk over it without dirtying Her feet. While this story may only be a fable, it is a popular image engrained in our memory, nonetheless. Such an act, whether it really happened or not went beyond the idea of typical chivalry: it was selfless and undeniably servile to a Female in power, particularly when we consider how expensive clothing of nobility was back in those times! One did not discard these gilt threads easily, but for the Queen, it was only the right thing to do. We romanticize this idea as an icon of male servility in common culture, but to what extent should a man who is serving his Mistress carry it further? To what extent does Raleigh’s act extend to the devotion of slaves and not simply courtiers?

I think about this when I look quite happily upon My slave’s latest artwork depicting yours truly walking from a temple upon a “red carpet” laid out in Her honor, for the answer is quite obvious in the very lines of this latest work. For the Goddess, males will lower themselves to the dirt, for, ideally speaking, they have not even the luxury of clothing to part from. They are reduced to the status of animals and obedient house pets, as is only fitting. Sauntering arrogantly across their naked bodies asserts without pretense or kid gloves a final truth to the nature between Women and the men who serve them: that males are interchangeable and equal in their slavery to Us, that there is no alpha slave among the interchangeable and disposable. All males will offer themselves up to be crushed by the Goddess equally, without reservation, hope of favoritism, or recognition that they are of any value beyond their base, essential purpose: to comfort a Woman, to make Her life easier, and to grant Females, overall, greater agency. They will gladly condemn their lives into the muck so Our perfumed and painted feet will not be sullied by it.

I see this image as completing the circle, arriving upon the final destination that chivalrous men set aim toward centuries ago: to be selfless, to be servile, and to sacrifice, at the expense of their own comfort and dignity, for the glory and honor of his Queen and of Women, overall. Women are, after all, human beings at their finest. Why should We not be pampered and adored? Why should men not suffer for Us? The imperious Woman, walking with whip in hand across the backs of nameless slaves is the image now complete—it is the core symbol of male purpose which stands for the final destination of the male: to be used and exploited by his Goddess, by the Giver of Life, the Incarnation of Walking Beauty, and thus, the arrogant muse that motivates the male’s libidinous desires to be used and degraded. This is a harmony between opposite elements, where nature triumphs and is, finally, at peace. Only Women who embrace their in-born element of Female without reservation or pretense will know the fruits that come from doing so and realize the weight lifted from delusions of equality with men that rested so heavily upon their shoulders. Likewise, only men who release their egos to grovel and lick the dust at Our feet will come to know true peace and place in the Universe. This is a place where things are not necessarily what they seem. This is a place where tyranny and cruelty is kind and where Her heel upon his head or brought swiftly to his loins brings about catharsis, a reminder of place and of purpose. A reminder of nature and how we cannot escape what we are. The Empress striding across naked and anonymous slaves brings this all quite elegantly into focus and only in the way My slave, Nanshakh, inspired by My essence, can.


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