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Could you Write a Lullaby?

I saw Chitty Chitty Bang Bang when I was a kid. It's always been one of my favourite movies. My favourite song from the movie was Hushabye Mountain. Today I looked around online for it and found the lyrics. Lyrics are the words to the song, without the music.

Could you write a lullaby? If you have younger brothers or sisters what would you write to sing them to sleep? Sometimes a lullaby is just to soothe them. Thats probably how it got the name. There is a word lull, which means to soothe, quiet or send to sleep.

Here is Hushabye Mountain if you need a little inspiration.

Hushabye Mountain

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain Softly blows o'er lullaby bay It fills the sails of boats that are waiting Waiting to sail your worries away

It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain And your boat waits down by the key The winds of night so softly are sighing Soon they will fly your troubles to sea

So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain Wave good-bye to cares of the day And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain Sail far away from lullaby bay

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Masturbation Fantasies

Originally posted to Adult BackWash, April 29, 2002

I'm guessing most people have something going on in their head while they give themselves an orgasm. I don't think my fantasies are unusual. I just haven't told anyone about them, before now.

In most of my fantasies I'm being seduced whether its by an older man (a Daddy/ teacher sort of situation) or I'm having a rape fantasy (not violent, its a seduction after all) by an alien or some non-human type thing like a machine. I also have bestiality fantasies. I think those are along the same lines as the rape fantasy, its all being seduced by something other than a human. A force you can't reason with, talk to, etc. I know that has something to do with the appeal of these fantasies to me.

These are not things I would actually like to do. But, fantasies are in a world of their own. You only imagine the good parts, the parts that turn you on. The reality would be very different and not at all pleasant. But, these are the things that seem to appeal to me while I'm sitting or lying around, stroking my clit.

On the other hand, the Domme fantasies are something I think I could do. Not really extreme stuff, although I could get to a point where I would be tempted to explore some of that. The crack of a whip would really add spice to the reality versus fantasy. But, that is something I could learn to do.

One thing that does not interest me is forced feminization. As a women that is insulting really. Both as something that needs to be forced and as something that a man could attain so easily. I don't know why men want to be women, or attempt to dress as one. Women don't seem to be flocking for forced masculinization. I wonder how men would feel if forced masculinization became a fetish.

I also don't like whimpy style male submissives. They make it seem kind of gross in a way. Its more like you are just part of his jerk off fantasy than something that should be good for both of you. But, a male submissive who brings you into the fantasy, one who can crack a joke, let you seduce him and submit, especially when he doesn't really want to. That is the kind of submissive male that I fantasize about.

When I do fantasize about a male submitting to me its along the lines of a Sharon Green story. I don't know if she is still writing her femdom style fiction. They were a good read. I started reading them years ago and the warrior women, especially those in the tribe with the Goddess Mida stayed in my fantasies for a long time. I would see myself as one of the women in the tribe using men as they did. They had some kind of drug they gave them and then they tied the men down on the ground, spread eagled, and whoever could throw her spear farthest would win the first crack at the new male captive. I didn't always win. Sometimes I came back late from hunting and the man was already worn out. He would beg not to be used any more. But, I would trick him into taking the drug again and then I would use him in spite of his protests.

I guess that's why I really need a Switchy man. Someone who could submit and be submitted to as the fantasy occurs.

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A Clean Movie

Originally posted to Adult BackWash, April 24, 2002.

"Did you make the list little chris?"

"Yes, its right here."

"I better check and make sure you haven't forgotten anything. You did remember to write maxi pads and laundry soap on the list didn't you?" asked little chris's Governess with a wicked look in her eye. little chris knew how much she liked to make him buy her maxi pads. Even writing it on the list made him blush and feel very uncomfortable.

"Drink your milk like a good little boy while I look at your list." She swatted his bottom on her way to the counter. "Don't leave all these dishes unwashed before we go either." She sat down, putting her feet up on his chair so little chris was left standing with his milk. "As cute as you look in your underpanties you better think of something else to wear to the store ." She grinned. …more

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My Little Ode to Poetry, Fables and Fantasy

Once upon a time is an old rhyme

Who said it first? that little verse

Oddly, without fail at end of every tale

They all live happily ever after

Can you write something short and poetic? Its not what I usually write. I'm not especially great at it, but it doesn't matter. Its fun to write something different. Sometimes change is a good thing.

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Laundry Day

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday April 22, 2002

Chris stood a little back from the wooden fence and watched the children walking to school. Most walked in pairs he noticed. Some carried lunch pails or books. Many had those backpacks slung over one shoulder. He was grateful they were too busy laughing and watching each other to notice the naked man tied to the clothesline in their neighbour's backyard. The fence with its thick, angled boards worked well to hide him. Chris sheltered behind the fence, knowing he was not invisible. He could feel the blush rise in his cheeks each time one of the kids looked in the direction of the fence.

If he stretched his neck he could just manage to see his Governess inside watching the early news with her second coffee. Unfortunately he had spilled the first pot, all over the bed, soaking the sheets. She ordered him to strip himself after he stripped the bed. As soon as he made a fresh pot of coffee, and served it properly, she instructed him to go outside exactly as he was. The locking collar was around his neck, a chain of paper clips were threaded through the ring in the collar and then around the clothesline. The paperclip chain was a test of his obedience. Of course, he could "escape" any time if he chose to. But that was not the point nor was it what he really wanted. He wanted his Governess' control, her dominance, sometimes she found ways for him to prove to himself (and show her of course) just how much he wanted it. …more