Palimpsest

A Prayer

Stimulate me,
my nipples,
my sex,
and leave me wondering
what You will do next -
how I am Your slave
in any context You wish
while You bind my wrists
and blindfold my eyes.

I will be wiped clean
like a slate,
like a white marker board.

Use Your fingernails
as expressions of Your art
to make my submission
a part of Your work.

When You command me
to give You pleasure,
Your every orgasm is a measure
of how I wish to submit to You.

When You do not command
but imply with a smile,
a kiss, or a gesture,
I sink deeper into Your control
and my being slows
and revolves around
any whim that You express
or whisper into my ear.

When You climax
and I have given You that,
when I shudder in passion
and anticipation,
and then You put your finger
across my lips
and forbid my release,
then I know I am Your submissive,
Your slave, Your instrument.

If there is a better place
to hold tension as perfection,
I do not know how it could be.

Command my passion
and so it will be.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin






Tension

Pressure builds.

The cavity within, stroked and
made of oh so sensitive skin,
wants to release its contents.

Whispers say no, stop now.
Hypnosis controls the outcome.
I remember Your instructions.

The tissue can only imagine
the pleasure of release
and becomes frantic in its bondage.

Your whispers repeat in my ear.
They amplify Your sorcery.
Your magic drives me insane.

Then I am cut in two.
One part animal and aching,
the other a slave to You.

I obey without question
and feel my body react like an addict
waiting for its next fix.

I kiss the lips of Your vagina.
I suck the sensitive skin
and work to drive You wild.

My own erection You control,
rigid in its aspect,
perfect in its obedience.

You use me like a submissive puppet
and amuse Yourself making me
act in whatever way You choose.

You are the wind of seduction,
the power of sex. Whatever you want,
I will do it whatever the context.

Now I wait for the phone to ring.
I imagine myself bound in velvet
and You in a leather mask.

The pressure builds.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

Terrific Tush Tuesday

Monday Music Madness

The Battery-Operated Toothbrush and the Orgasm

Does anyone remember hearing me tell of my battery operated toothbrush experience? This photo certainly brought back memories...

Him tied to the bed, unable to touch either me or himself. Me undressing slowly as my fingers caressed my body. His moans as he watched my fingers slip between my thighs to tease just a little - preparing myself. He certainly loved to watch any time I brought myself to climax, but that time seemed even more powerful for both of us. Perhaps it was the anticipation of knowing we were using a different toy... an item that anyone could see lying out without thinking anything unusual at all. Only we would know the pleasure that toothbrush brought each of us whenever I introduced it to that most sensitive area of my body.

I never tried using it on him, but the photo above has definitely given me an idea or two ;)

How May I Please You More?

May I iron Your dominance and make it perfect.
May I wash and fold every aspect of Your control.
Let me oil my body and exercise it for Your amusement.
Let me lick You dry of orgasms until You sleep
in a persistent sensual ferment.

I trace the stockings to the toe.
I suck the heels and feel my erection grow.
Then my mind accepts all Your control
and I withhold climax until You say so.
I live and die for Your casual attention.

I live in a place that You create to confine me.
I worship You and let You define my mind.
When Your fingernails make my nipples hard,
then Your kiss completes my perfect submission
and I wait without hope for Your permission.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

Oh Yeah

And I'd like it right now ;)

Hypnosis and the Doubter

On Saturday Bill, Graham, and I went to the Bunk guy's house to talk to he and his friends about hypnosis. Since he'd told me that he wanted me to speak to some friends who were interested in the subject, I anticipated a fairly laid back, fun visit with some casual discussion and perhaps some demonstrations. Bill and Graham have been hypnotized a number of times and both are good subjects so I thought demonstrating with them would be more effective than a technical explanation alone.

Besides Bunk guy four other people were present - two women and two men. While they had a lot of questions, all but one seemed at least open to the idea that hypnosis was "real" and that it could be used for both creative and recreational purposes. I thought I was pushing the envelope by addressing the recreational (aka erotic) uses of hypnosis but they seemed fairly laid back. They weren't, however, laid back enough for me to bring up the D/s uses ;)

One guy (I'll call him Thomas) was a true skeptic, doubting there were any uses for hypnosis or even that people were genuinely hypnotized. I assured him that I understood his doubts and had spoken with many people over the years who felt the same way. I finally coaxed a reluctant reassurance that he would at least try to keep an open mind.

We talked briefly about how hypnosis worked, what it was, and what it wasn't. When I finally offered a demonstration, all but Thomas seemed eager to watch.

Bill has been hypnotized so many times over the past few years that he is quite easy to hypnotize. He has verbal and physical triggers that help him relax and also those that take him completely under. I thought that would probably be the easiest place to start, so I reached over and ran my fingertip in a slow circle on the back of his hand. Immediately his eyes closed and his breathing began to slow. I uttered his trance trigger and he went deeper - his head dropped forward and his shoulders slumped. Of course I'm aware that a rapid response like this can be perceived as faking, but from their body language and facial expressions during our discussion I was fairly certain that everyone except Thomas was quite positive about what they had heard and would recognize Bill's sincerity.

I reminded Bill how easy it was to accept suggestions when he was under, how eager in fact that he was to do just that, and suggested that he would forget all about the existence of the number 6. After suggesting he would only begin to remember the existence of the number six again when I said it, I brought him up telling him he would feel relaxed and very happy that he was visiting with his new friend Bunk Guy.

He opened his eyes and began smiling. Now Bill smiles and laughs as much as everyone, but he's not the sort to sit around doing the Chesire thing for no reason. I asked him how he felt and his smile grew as he replied, "Great! I'm really enjoying being here." With that reply he elicited smiles from all but Thomas.

I asked Bill if he remembered that he'd been hypnotized and he responded that he did. He admitted, however, that he didn't really remember the suggestions he'd been given. "You didn't tell me to do something totally embarrassing, did you?" he grinned. Lately I've been teasing him that I'm going to hypnotize him and make him do embarrassing things like walk around saying "AFLAC" like the AFLAC duck and quacking. I assured him I had behaved myself fairly well and then asked him if he'd help me. He agreed.

"Can you tell Bunk Guy your phone number?"

"XXX-XX...", he began. Puzzled, he began again. "XXX-XX..."

"6.." I suggested.

"Oh yeah, duh. XXX-XXXX". Everyone except Thomas laughed while Bill continued to look confused. After a moment he laughed as realization struck. "Not bad," he said, laughing a little at himself.

I could see that Thomas was absolutely unimpressed. To say that he had a skeptical look on his face would have been an understatement.

"You seem a bit dubious about all this, Thomas."

"Well you have to admit that's a little hard to believe especially for a really smart guy like me."

I acknowledged that I could see why he felt that way and asked the others what they thought. All four expressed fairly positive remarks, although it was clear they were not wholly convinced. I could understand that and wasn't offended at all. When they asked if I could "do some more", I did an actual induction with Graham. I watched their faces as I did, and again, all but Thomas were intrigued. As the induction continued I could see the non-skeptics relaxing a little. Bunk Guy appeared to be going under a little. Because I wasn't sure if any of them were reaching a place where they were suggestible, when Graham nodded that was completely under I gave him a couple of very benign suggestions and brought him up.

Again all but Thomas were positive. They asked if I could "do" them too so I did a group relaxation induction leaving them with an invisible "tattoo" on the backs of their hands that would immediately take them back to the relaxing place they visited when they were under. Afterward I was really pleased as the overall impression seemed positive indeed.

Well (surprise) - except for Thomas. Finally he seemed unable to contain it any longer. He looked around the room and remarked that he thought hypnosis was nothing more than the behavior of people who were embarrassed either for the hypnotist or themselves if they didn't "play along". He mentioned again how someone as intelligent as him just didn't fall for things like that. In fact, he mentioned how highly cognitive he was at least three times during the afternoon. Poor dear. I was sort of glad he couldn't see the eye-rolls of the others in the room. I felt sorry for him because no one is impressed with someone who feels they have to tell everyone how smart they are.

While his comments about "playing along" didn't bother me - I'm used to hearing the comments some narrow-minded, ill-informed people online have made about hypnosis and hypnodomination - it *really* bothered Bill. He began to tell Thomas about his illness and his experiences with chemo and how he felt hypnosis had essentially kept him alive. Until he began hypnosis sessions, he suffered from anticipatory nausea and vomiting, (he'd get sick a couple of days before he even had his chemo), anxiety-related nausea and vomiting, insomnia, and a high level of anxiety. Hypnosis didn't eliminate his nausea and vomiting - after all, poisons were being pumped into his body - but it did eliminate the avoidable aspects. It also massively reduced his stress level, allowing him to sleep through the night and keeping his body from who knows how much additional damage from the stress.

Thomas remained unimpressed - and that's ok.

Overall, what I had anticipated being a really fun time was an ok time that seemed a bit too much like work. I was disappointed a little, but overall I felt good about Bunk Guy's reaction and that was my reason for going in the first place. He called me on Monday and told me that his "tattoo" had helped him relax quite a bit in a *very* tense situation, allowing him to be calm enough to do what he needed to do. He was very happy with that and so was I.

Terrific Tush Tuesday

You thought I forgot, didn't you? :)

Where's My Houseboy?

Wow - what a day. Where is my naked houseboy when I need him? Last night I slept four hours for the second night in a row so I was tired to begin with and then this is the first time I've stopped working since I woke up. Several times throughout the morning I found myself wondering if maybe I'm not a little nuts *not* to take advantage of some of the offers that I receive.

Oh wait. Sigh. I get paid to do this stuff along with doing nursing care for Bill. Think he'd object to my bringing in a naked houseboy?

Well, at least I can dream ;) It'll energize me to think about how easy it would be to take someone to a place where it was arousing to do all sorts of things (including the things I really hate like cleaning the toilet and the cat litter box). The process of training him would be soooo much fun ;)

When the Hypnodomme is Sleepless

It's somewhat amusing to think that a hypnodomme might have problems sleeping. You'd think all those deliciously hypnotic words swirling around in my mind would put me straight to sleep any time I chose to concentrate on them.

Not tonight.

Since sleep remains elusive, I thought I would enjoy myself by browsing through my stash of pictures and sharing some with you. Hopefully relaxing and concentrating on some of these images will result in some sweet erotic dreams. I have a pretty vivid imagination and frequently dream so we'll see what happens. I'll let you know how successful I am tonight :)

Political Blog

I've just completed my first post on a new blog, Lady Julia's Teapot. I decided I needed a separate space to blow off steam about various political issues and to respectfully explore differing points of view with rational people. If that sounds like your cup of tea (yes, I know - that was really bad) stop on by.

Monday Music Madness

Baby Killer

It was an interesting weekend. Weird, but interesting.

I live in a mid-size town in the South. It's a nice community overall and although it's a fairly religious community, people usually don't try to push their religion in my face. For some reason, this political season people have been a little more heated and a lot more verbal about their beliefs. Gay marriage and abortion are extremely hot button issues in general but the attention these issues are receiving in just average "chit chat" discussions is far greater than I've seen in a long time. That said, while people are passionate about these issues, I've never had anyone attack me personally for my beliefs.

Until yesterday.

I had to run out to the market to pick up a couple of things and when I got out of my car and closed the door, I heard a woman behind me say, "Baby killer!" Now... never in a million years did I think she was referring to me, but being the curious sort, I turned to see who she was addressing. To my surprise, I was the only one there.

When I rather eloquently said, "Huh??" she repeated herself, this time with much more venom. In response to my startled, "What are you talking about?", she replied, "You and that Obama (spoken to rhyme with Alabama) are baby killers. You should be ashamed of yourselves!" Apparently she had spied my "Obama 08" bumper sticker and decided I was doomed to hell.

For a moment I lost my common sense (which said don't argue with someone crazy enough to attack me in this manner) and explained that she didn't have a clue what she was talking about. I don't believe in abortion, however that's based on my religious beliefs. That said, I don't expect others to believe the same way and I certainly do not believe the government has the right to dictate people's morals based on the beliefs of some.

Well.. I can't even print what followed after that (I could, but I won't), but I finally regained my senses and walked away. She actually followed me, continuing with her tirade until I turned and told her to either leave me alone or I would call the police.

It's going to be a long time til November 4th.

At the Feet of my Lady

When my mind is no longer mine,
when your will fills me with pleasure,
then that is the measure of your success
and my complete happiness.

It is not that your desires oppose my own.
It is that their confluence shows
my dependence upon your pleasure
and makes mine grow beyond knowing.

You use trance to make my senses dance.
Your whispers bind me so tightly.
I would do your will anywhere or when,
so very humbly and politely.

Through the candlelight gateway,
I fall into a bondage of light
that fills my submission with delight.
This is my chosen path and way.

(c) 2008 Palimpsest Harlequin

Five Seconds

Recently, I've been getting questions about how I'm doing with the loss of my father and the end of my relationship, if I'm ready to find someone to date, if I'm looking for submissives (and yes, they do mean plural), and all sorts of other questions. Admittedly some people are being nosy, pure and simple, some are feeling me out to see if I'm interested in them personally, but I think most are sincere and concerned. Because I think many are sincere and concerned, I'm going to respond.

To be honest, things are still really difficult. I'm sad. I miss my father and Rook so much that sometimes my heart almost physically aches. I'm aware that's not what people want to read but some of you asked and it's the truth. That said, I know I can't survive emotionally if I can't move past that grief. I realize it looks as if I'm all sorts of happy, out doing things, meeting new people, flirting with friends, etc. All but the happy part is true. As for that part, I've decided to fake it til I make it (thus all those things I'm doing lately).

Not too long after all this happened, I remembered something that I'd heard "Jack" on Lost say (yes, I know - how sad that I garnered part of my life philosophy from a TV program, but hey - if it works, why knock it?)

"Fear's sort of an odd thing. When I was in residency my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a sixteen-year-old kid. A girl. And at the end after thirteen hours I was closing her up and I..I accidentally ripped her dural sac . Shredded the base of the spine where all her nerves come together. Membrane as thin as tissue. So it ripped open. Nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair pasta, spinal fluid flowing out of her and I...the terror was just so crazy. So real. And I knew I had to deal with it. So I just made a choice. I'd let the fear in, let it take over, let it do its thing. But only for five seconds. That's all I was gonna give it. So I started to count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And it was gone. I went back to work, sewed her up, and she was fine."

I'm surviving by following that philosophy. When I feel sad, I only allow myself to feel those emotions for a minute or so and then I make myself go on to something else.

As for the other questions - am I looking for someone to date or looking for submissives - no, I absolutely am not. What I am doing is trying to have a little fun with friends. I know how to be playful without crossing a line that I'm not ready to cross. After a year plus of being sad, I'm ready to laugh a little, smile a little, play a little. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sensual Feet

I know from my blog and website stats that there is quite a bit of interest in foot worship, being a foot slave, and being brought to orgasm by a woman's feet so when I found this photo I knew I'd have to share it.

While I'm not into the foot fetish, I admit that I do like to capture someone's attention and entice them to orgasm in this manner. And isn't it wonderful to be teased this way and left wanting? (I think I mentioned last week, I especially like to tease an already excited man by doing something like this in public, but hidden - like in a restaurant with a long tablecloth).

As for those with a love of high heels and boots... well I remembered you as well ;)

National Dine Out to End Childhood Hunger

September 21-28, 2008, many US restaurants are participating in a "National Dine Out to End Childhood Hunger" drive. If you can and would, please take a look at the participating restaurants in your area and consider participating. You could have a nice evening taking your lady out and do something wonderful for children in need. No child should ever have to go to bed hungry.

Remember the Bunk Guy?

We're going to see the Bunk guy this afternoon. (I really need to come up with a nicer way to refer to him.) Bill and Graham are both going with me to be my subjects. I thought I would start with hypnotizing them, then move on to the Bunk guy. After that, all the Bunk guy's friends should feel more relaxed about the situation and more accepting.

I'll write later tonight or tomorrow sometime to let you know how it went. Right now I'm concentrating on choosing fun suggestions ;) Any thoughts on what I should do with a room full of male hypnosis subjects? (Now, now - not those kind of suggestions. I need G-rated ones ;)

All That Jazz

I'm not posting these for the video quality but I wanted to share my latest musical passion with you. I've always liked Frank and jazz in general, but lately I've really been getting back into it quite a bit. Bill, Graham, and I been talking about finding a jazz club in Nashville or Louisville and going dancing (well, Graham and I would dance - Bill would have to just listen to the music and talk to any pretty ladies nearby ;) I've never been dancing at a jazz club and it's on my Fu Manchu list so I'm looking forward to it.

Just thought I'd share. What's your latest musical passion?

Well...

Doesn't this just fire up the old imagination?

How Lady Julia Got Her Groove Back

No, I haven't taken a Jamaican trip and hooked up with a strapping young islander, but I do think I am getting my groove back at least a little. It probably doesn't make much sense, but even though I'm still very sad about certain aspects of my life, I've been sad for so long that it seems as if my mind and body have said, "Hey look - you can't be this way forever. Look over here - this feels good and it's probably a whole lot of fun." In other words, I'm starting to find a bit of laughter and wickedness again.

Over the last couple of days I've had a little fun by calling a few friends and leaving friendly little messages on their voicemail when I knew they couldn't answer the phone. (Now - if you are one of the recipients of these voicemails - shh, that's private between me and you.) They weren't tooooo naughty of messages, really. An example might be... "I hope you're having a good week and that you're behaving yourself." Then - I'd laugh that little naughty laugh I have and would continue. " Of course you have - because you're a good boy - a very good boy - and I know that a good boy like you must be behaving. Mmmm.. now I like that. It's nice to know that you're such a good boy." Then I'd laugh that naughty little laugh again and hang up. Of course that particular message only works for men who have listened to my MP3s enough that certain parts of their bodies respond well to that phrase ;) SO much fun :) I loved thinking about how they reacted and where they were when they listened!

Then, to make things even more fun, a couple of them called me back right away - anxious to talk about what very good boys they were being - and I didn't answer. I let it go to voicemail. Can you imagine that anyone would think me evil for doing this? *innocent look*

Smiles - if you haven't received a friendly message from me yet (or maybe even if you have), then perhaps you will or will again... maybe while you're at work or in the grocery store - who knows where you'll be, what I'll say, and how you'll react? ;) If I have your number and you're my friend.. well it could just happen.

I'm planning on doing another "experience" soon as well. I always love doing that. I've realized that the more I do that I enjoy, the more alive I will feel and the happier I will be. Smiles - the happier quite a few people will be, come to think of it ;)

About That Man

After reading my accounts of the interactions I've had recently with a neighbor, a friend of mine wrote privately, "I think the gentleman you've been writing about on your blog has put 2 and 2 together and knows your online "identity," but is too polite to explore, for lack of a better term, whether telling you and expressing an interest would be a good or bad thing. Almost like he's hoping you'll say something that gives him "permission" to "go there." Just a thought...."

It's true that I don't want to believe that for many reasons, so maybe I'm in denial, but I think that I'm just more in tune with people using certain phrases and once I catch it, leading them conversationally from there. Think about it - women talk about training men all the time - that's not a strictly Domme statement. Some men talk about being well trained and others talk about their wives trying to train them (with and without success). That's not strictly a submissive thing.

One of my other friends asked me how much of Sunday's story was embellished for storytelling purposes. None of it was. Admittedly I left out a lot of boring details and chat, but what I wrote was what happened. I may have changed the exact words that were said a little bit but that was only a memory thing, not an embellishment thing.

I don't think any of the things that were said are unremarkable at all. In all likelihood this fellow isn't the tiniest bit submissive - I've never thought otherwise. His statements were interesting to me because of how the words usually apply when I hear them, not how I think he meant them. Not sure if that makes sense..

It Was Another Day

On Saturday before the storm I took my car through the automated car wash. Spending $10 to clean my car doesn't seem the most economical thing but washing it without getting soaked is difficult for me because I'm not a tall person. Without fail when I try to wash the roof of the car, the front of me gets soaked.

After the storm on Sunday, my car was covered in dust and badly needed washing. While I might spend $10 a week to wash my car, I was not about to spend $20. So, after donning a tshirt and some old jeans, I filled my wash bucket full of soapy water, grabbed a sponge, dragged out the garden hose, and began washing my car. I always start with the roof first so that the dirty water doesn't drain down over the clean parts of the car. I'd just finished washing the roof and was walking around to the back of my car when I noticed the neighbor from Sunday walking by.

I'd like to say I was happy to see him, but the entire front of my tshirt was soaked and I'm sure my hair was a complete mess. Even though I'm not interested in him in a "let's go out" sort of way, few women want to look a wreck in front of any man. Additionally I was mindful of what a combination of a wet tshirt and a 70 degree temp with a bit of wind had done to the upper half of my body. I decided this was one occasion when avoiding eye contact was warranted as that might discourage him from stopping to say hello. I apparently underestimated him.

"Well hello there!" he called out as he turned to walk up the driveway. "Are you washing yourself or the car?"

I had to laugh because to be honest it was a fair question.

As we stood talking for a few moments about the storm, the neighbor with the head injury, and a few other things, he held out his hand and asked for the sponge. I protested that I couldn't let him do that - after all, he was dry and I was already soaked. He laughed and assured me that he thought he could finish the job without completely drenching himself.

I thought hmm - why not?

He finished the job while I watched. We chatted about a few things and sort of skirted around the questions from the other day. I could have directly addressed the subject and I get the impression he was fully confident enough to do the same. For some reason, I had the feeling that we were both enjoying dancing around the issue. I know I was.

As he worked, I noticed him glancing at me several times out of the corner of his eye. I wasn't sure if he was trying to decide whether or not to say something or if he was just looking at my wet tshirt. When he finished washing the car, he rinsed out the sponge and bucket, and put the hose in it's proper place. I gazed up at his face, carefully watching his expression, and laughingly commented, "Well aren't you well trained?"

He laughed and replied, "Not all men are untrainable."

After a few more moments of chatting, he remarked that he should leave and let me change out of my wet clothes. I thanked him and walked inside, all the while wondering.

Terrific Tush Tuesday

Nothing like finding terrific tushes of both sexes in one photo :) Take a look at the lady and tell me what you see. Is she dominant? Submissive? Strictly vanilla but really sexy? No way to tell? Why?

Monday Music Madness

Phone Outages

We're experiencing power outages in most parts of the city (not here so far, thankfully) and phone outages. Neither our house phones nor our cell phones seem to be working. The DSL here isn't working either but one of our neighbors allowed me to use their cable internet for a bit. These outages are apparently widespread and we're not sure how long they will last. If you try to reach me and can't, don't panic :) I'll try not to do the same (who knew having no phone, no cell phone, and no internet connection could make a Domme so antsy? :)

I may have to connect in to this nice neighbor's cable connection from time to time... he seems amenable :)

A Question For Another Day

Today we caught a taste of the remnants of Hurricane Ike. The wind has been 40-50 miles an hour most of the day with gusts over 60mph. Since I heard the howling even before I crawled out of bed this morning, I thought perhaps it would be wise to hurriedly get dressed in case something happened. The winds were so high for all I knew the roof might disappear, Mrs Gulch might cycle by, or the neighbor's cow could moo as it flew past the window.

I'd just finished rinsing off from my shower when I heard my mother calling through the bathroom door that the next door neighbor had been trying to secure the doors to her storage building and had been hit in the head by flying debris. She was lying on the ground, conscious, obviously hurt but adamantly refusing to allow anyone to call 911. I yanked on a blouse and pants and ran outside. To my dismay a number of people were standing around her but no one seemed to be doing anything.

As I moved toward her, whoosh! Up went my blouse and before I knew what was happening I'd flashed everyone waiting expectantly for me to do something. Yes, I know - should have pulled on a bra, but who pauses to do that when someone is hurt? I just pulled down my blouse and trudged forward, all the while trying not to get knocked over by the wind.

As I knelt beside her, the wind continued to be unkind. I tried not to be overly mindful of it, after all I was trying to help an injured woman. As I examined her, I had to periodically reach and pull down my blouse. I sent one neighbor for a first aid kit and another inside for a flashlight so that I could do neuro checks, again pulling down my blouse. As I began to work to hold pressure on her head wound (nothing too scary but bleeding nonetheless), I picked up the flashlight to check her pupils. My blouse started to rise once more (the wind was blowing from behind me), when a gentleman I recognize from the neighborhood moved to stand behind me and grasped the end of my blouse and held the bottom securely. Flashing a quick smile and averting his eyes, he said he was just doing his part.

After I treated the woman's wound and completed her neuro-checks, she stood up, declared herself fit, and returned inside her house, all the while refusing further assistance. At this point, the crowd had grown to about 10 people, all of us standing staring after her. What do you do when someone stubbornly refuses medical evaluation? I'm pretty good at persuading men to do what I want and usually not bad with most women, but this one wasn't budging.

The gentleman with the quick smile pulled quietly away from the crowd, rang the woman's doorbell, spoke with her, and after a few words nodded his head while flipping open his cell phone. When finished, he beckoned to my mom, indicating her neighbor wished to speak to her. As Mom disappeared inside Mrs Neighbor's house, he returned to my side and shared that Mom would be sitting with Mrs. N for a few moments until her sister arrived to take her to the Emergency Room for further evaluation.

My eyes went quickly to his face, trying to determine what about this man persuaded my neighbor to do what she should when common sense and all of our urgings had failed. As we stepped inside Mom's house to get out of the wind, he admitted that he had been a bit unfair with the neighbor. "I told her she really should be checked, if for no other reason than to not worry the nice woman who had knelt so caringly beside her and who had tried to make certain she was ok."

I thanked him for that and remarked that he certainly seemed quite the persuasive gentleman. He smiled and admitted that except under certain circumstances, he was usually quite persuasive. I couldn't let that remark remain unqualified so I asked, "Under what circumstances are you less than persuasive?"

He hesitated a moment and then replied perhaps that was a question for another day. I didn't press the issue and after thanking him again, we exchanged a few pleasantries and he placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Oh!" I interjected, "and thanks for keeping me from flashing the whole neighborhood even more than I did by holding down my blouse."

He nodded and replied, "I'm not sure the other gentlemen share your opinion that I did a good thing, but I didn't want to see you embarrassed in any way. It was a pleasure to do something for you."

He was standing on the steps of the back porch by this time, his hair tousled by the wind, when he look back and remarked, "You were quite impressive in the way you took control of that situation, issued orders, and moved everything along. Are you always that take charge or just in an emergency situation?"

I smiled slowly and replied that too was a question for another day.

He grinned and walked away whistling..

Once More About Sarah Palin

I've been thinking a bit more about the issue with the rape screening charges and Sarah Palin (I swear I am not going to let this become a political blog - it's just that some of these issues are very important to women).

According to the Huffington Post, Palin knew that the budget had been cut and that women who were raped would be required to pay for their own testing. In fairness, this could be true, but it isn't necessarily so. I have done a number of budgets in my time that were compilations of submissions from various departments. I knew what was in the budgets because I read each line, but I cannot say I would have noticed what was taken out.

I couldn't really find the area on the Wasilla financial reports that were addressed by Huffington Post so I'm not sure if it was plain to Palin or not. Until I know for sure, I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. I do not agree with her position on many of the issues, I've reason to believe she's been untruthful in some of the things she has said and deliberately misleading in some others, but I cannot imagine why any woman, no matter what her beliefs, would think something like that was ok.

She Who All Women Should Vote For

From the AP 9/11/08

Quote:

ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP) — When Sarah Palin was mayor of Wasilla, the city billed sexual assault victims and their insurance companies for the cost of rape kits and forensic examinations.

Palin had been in office for four years when the practice of charging rape victims got the attention of state lawmakers in 2000, who passed a bill to stop the practice.

Former Democratic Rep. Eric Croft, who sponsored that bill, said he was disappointed that simply asking the Wasilla police department to stop didn't work. Croft said he doubts she was unaware of the practice.

Maria Comella, a McCain-Palin campaign spokeswoman, said Palin "does not believe, nor has she ever believed, that rape victims should have to pay for an evidence-gathering test." To suggest otherwise, she said, is a "misrepresentation of her commitment to supporting victims and bringing violent criminals to justice."

As governor, Palin has worked in a variety of ways to tackle the problem of sexual assault and rape, including making domestic violence a priority of her administration, Comella said. Alaska routinely has the nation's highest rate of sexual assault.

End Quote



In four years of being the mayor of a town of 7,000-ish, she never ever once heard that rape victims were being charged for sexual assault exams?


Quote:

Lawmakers became involved in 2000 when reports began coming in that police departments were charging sexual assault victims for the kits and the forensic exams, which cost from $300 to $1,200 at the time. The kit, a package of sample containers, swabs and other medical supplies, is used to collect evidence from women after they are attacked.

Then-Gov. Tony Knowles said Thursday that Wasilla was unique in the state in charging rape victims for the cost of doing the law enforcement necessary for solving the crime. The bill passed the Legislature over the objections of Wasilla police chief Charlie Fannon, who said it would require the city to come up with more money to cover the costs of buying the rape kits and doing the exams.

End Quote


According to the Boston Herald,


Quote:

Fannon was appointed to his position by Palin after her dismissal of the previous police chief. He said it would cost Wasilla $5,000 to $14,000 a year if the city had to foot the bill for rape exams.

"In the past we’ve charged the cost of exams to the victims’ insurance company when possible," Fannon told the newspaper. "I just don’t want to see any more burden put on the taxpayer."

End Quote

For a town of 7,000-ish people, Wasilla saved from 71 cents to $2 per taxpayer by charging victims of this horrible crime for their own rape examination.

That's fiscal responsibility alright.

Let's say we give Palin the benefit of the doubt and she didn't know. It went on for four years in her city before the governor had to step in and stop the practice. Do you feel any better about her ability to govern when you hear that.

I know it's difficult for some men to understand how horrible rape is to a woman, but let me say that I would almost but not quite rather die than be raped. I was assaulted once by a man who made it clear he was going to rape me. Had he not been drunk and my knee not made quick direct contact to his groin, he would have. To this day I can still remember the horror of that. If it had actually happened, I cannot even begin to imagine what I would have done had the police presented me with a bill for the evaluation necessary for the criminal investigation.

Unbelievable.

By the way, I've searched quite a bit and I can find no evidence that this police chief was fired for this unspeakable decision.

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Addendum:

According to the Huffington Post (yes I know some say you can't believe everything you read there, but they link to town documents supporting their assertions) Sarah Palin was directly involved with this issue. I'll leave you to read the article and judge for yourself.

I'll Go on Loving You

I think this is an incredibly beautiful, incredibly sexy video.

In Remembrance

Julia's Glorious Tushes

(Thanks to Arafin for the photo)

I was just over at Dee's website (if you haven't already, you really have to take a look - she's great) when one of her posts stirred a memory AND a momentary attack of panic.

For at least a year now, maybe two, I've been doing "Terrific Tush Tuesday" thanks to my good friend SuzyWearsThePants. I've collected dozens of tush pictures, both male and female, and they're all sitting in a nice folder on my desktop. I'm single so no one uses my computer except me and occasionally Bill, my boss. He reads my blog and knows all about my thing for men's tushes, so I figure - why worry about it? Why indeed?

A few days ago my computer had a couple of moments of making strange sounds ("chug a chug, grind, grind" for any technical people out there). I decided I should copy those tushes onto a disk so I wouldn't have to worry about them should my computer completely die.

Now - ask me where the disk is.

I realized a few moments ago that I had no idea.

I hurriedly went to look for it and it was no where to be found. I had it over the weekend, stuffed down in the side pocket of my handbag (I was planning on tucking it away in my suitcase at Mom's. Since I'm staying there for awhile, I am using her laptop instead of carrying mine back and forth from home. Storing tush pictures on *her* computer seemed like a bad idea). I've been so distracted lately that I just forgot all about it, never giving it another thought til I read Dee's post. After a frantic search I decided that the disk must either be in-between the front seats of my really, really, REALLY conservative sister-in-law's van or that it had fallen out on the ground by my mother's driveway. Either way - not a good thing.

It wouldn't be so bad if the disk wasn't labeled "Julia's Glorious Tushes".

I was almost certain I hadn't put it there, but for the heck of it I checked my carryall bag and found it stuffed down in side pocket with a note from my brother - "Found this and thought you'd want it back. Not a collection Mom or M. would care for but certainly something we will have to discuss sometime. ;) By the way, remember when Mom overheard you talking about the secret stash of Penthouses that T (our youngest brother) and I had??"

Brothers. Their memory never seems to fade. Hopefully their need for retribution does...

Oh - and my computer quit making that sound. Wouldn't you know it?

Because She's a Woman, Why Else?

It's no secret to those that know me - I'm a Barack Obama supporter. Actually, I'm more than a supporter - I've *gasp* campaigned for him. Alright - I'll go ahead and confess the whole story - I've campaigned for him when he *gasp* was running against Hillary Clinton.

Yes, I know - I'm a traitor to women everywhere. A woman ran for the highest office in the land and I refused to help her put another few cracks in the glass ceiling. How could I? After all - she's a woman. Never mind that I don't trust her or that I believed several other candidates would have made a better choice - she's a woman DAMMIT!!

Now I have another chance to redeem myself. Sarah Palin is running for the second highest office in the land, but I'm a traitor again because I'm not going to vote for someone with whom I disagree on every major political issue. What? She's a woman DAMMIT!! We women should stick together because the pundits, many politicians and even some women say that women will vote for women BECAUSE they're women. Women should never betray other women!

I would *love* to see a woman as President or Vice President - truly I would. In fact, it kills me that the two women who have been closest to the offices were women I could not in good conscience vote for. I will not, however, vote for a woman *because* she's a woman any more than I would vote for Barack Obama because he's African American or Bill Richardson because he's Hispanic.

My vote is given to the person with whom I most agree on the issues. I would hope that's how every American would vote (yes, again, I know that's not the case but it *should* be). Of course, it may be difficult for some people to actually even determine the candidates' positions on the issues because first they must wade through innuendos, distortions, misdirection, and even flagrant lies.

Take Lipstick Gate as an example. Yes, that's what Newsweek is calling the current stink brewing between the Obama and McCain camps. Here's what started it all.





The McCain camp is loudly alleging that Obama's "lipstick" remark was a direct, sexist attack on Sarah Palin. Their proof - Sarah Palin in her VP address at the GOP told the stale joke that the only difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull was lipstick. Doesn't matter than Obama was clearly speaking about John McCain's claim that his policies will bring change to Washington. Doesn't matter that it's a commonly used phrase. Representatives from the GOP are hitting all the networks telling people that women everywhere should be outraged by Obama's *sexist* remarks and they know that they will be because women are smart enough to see through Obama (see a little NLP in that last part?) How incredibly insulting to thinking women everywhere.

Hopefully women are smart enough to say stop this idiotic misdirection all of you (both sides) and focus on the issues. I don't care if you're male, female, Republican, or Democrat - tell me what you are going to do to fix the mess this country is in. I'll decide for myself who gets my vote based on your positions on the issues.

Thanks for Understanding

For the last year I have had very limited time online. I've lost contact with many of my friends, not returned phone calls, and left many, many emails unanswered and quite a few completely unread. I am saddened by the infrequent contact with people I really care about but a bit overwhelmed with the job of "catching up". Even though I've pared down the amount of messages by deleting quite a few, there still remain about 2200 unanswered emails in my inbox, some of them dating back as far as last November.

To say that is a bit overwhelming would be an understatement.

As you might imagine, I will never be able to catch up with that. Just replying to and keeping current with the mail I receive now is difficult enough. Soooo... unless I hear from someone privately saying "hey there's an email in there from me that is uber important", I'm going to delete everything but the most current. I'll do what I can to keep up with the current load. If nothing else, I'll write "group" emails or something :)

I appreciate your understanding.

Dance Me to the End of Love

Thanks Dan... Cohen's music has a special spot in my heart.

About the End

I've received a large number of emails asking about the end of my relationship. Obviously it's really no one's business - what happened is private, just between the two of us. I will only say this - he did nothing to bring about the end of our relationship. He's a wonderfully exciting, giving, intelligent, articulate, funny, sexy man, and I love him very much. Some things just don't work out the way we want them to.

Even if there was something to tell, which there isn't, I find it sad to see someone bashed by an ex, quite often an ex that has to build his/her self-esteem by taking subtle or not so subtle digs at the person for which they once professed to feel so deeply.

So - no more questions. I'll delete the emails unanswered. Allow me my privacy.

The Hypno-Culture Wars

(Thanks to Rook for sharing the photo)

When the conservative hypnodomme
encounters a liberal submissive,
She always takes him on.
Down and deep, surrendered in sleep,
She entrances his beliefs
until he puts them aside to serve Her.
She is very wicked in doing this,
but there is something so sexy
about a helpless kiss and forbidden
hypnotic ecstasy in such a context.

The liberal hynodomme knows
just where Her conservative victim
is coming from. She works Her wiles
in ways that are neither proper
nor consensual. Trance and sex
make him connect to Her morals
and values while She leads him down
to a perfect Pavlovian climax.

The left and right both believe
that only their views are true.
They are both correct and incorrect
at once, and if they are willing
to take a chance, perhaps they
can grow together within some
hypnotically sensuous circumstance.

(c) 2008 by Palimpsest Harlequin

Mesmerizing Women of the Web

I've added a few sites to my Mesmerizing Women of the Web pages. Thanks to those who submitted links :) I'll continue to update as the links are sent to me.

Curious Girls

Terrific Tush Tuesday

Today's theme must surely be the great outdoors. These take me back to the times when I've had some "fresh air escapades" ;) I must admit, though, I've never gotten my naked body that close to a corn field and cannot believe he has. I can think of more comfortable outdoor spots than that!

My favorite outdoor memory was at an American Civil War battle site, a seldom visited place that really isn't on most tourist maps. It was mid-day, school was in session so no kiddies were around - actually no one was around except a groundskeeper way on the other side of the park - and we were covered by a blanket. Not as daring as some, but hey - even though I like to take a risk, I don't want to get arrested. I think they fact that we were lying by a cannon was the most poetic part :)

Nigel Asked About Sarah Palin

Sarah Palin action figure anyone? I had to know what you thought about the leather...

(I'll blog more later and try to respond to some emails. Thanks to the sweet friends who have sent links for MWoW and stories for Femdom Fantasies - you're great :) (I still need more should anyone be inclined... ;)

Oh and hi Susan!! I was so glad to hear from you. Hugs.

Monday Music Madness

You go, Girl. Kudos for getting your life back on track.

Evil Cowgirl Calling All Good Boys

A few days ago I mentioned that I needed some help. With the exception of Arafin (adore you Arafin for being ever faithful), I've had no positive responses. Not one. I thought perhaps the post wasn't attention-getting enough so I've retitled the post, spruced it up with some eye-catching artwork.

Now that I have your attention ;) I thought I'd explain a bit more about what you can do. I am wanting to add some sites to my Mesmerizing Women of the Web site. I'm sure if you check your favorites list, you'll find some sites that might be of interest to others with a D/s and/or hypno interest. Please email them to me rather than post them as comments here. Don't worry if you aren't sure if they'll be appropriate for the site, I'll decide that and I'll be so pleased by the effort ;) I think most all of you could help me out a bit with this, don't you?

As for the Femdom Fantasies site, I know that many of you aren't writers, but some of you write very well. If you're planning to write a story to submit to that site, go ahead and let me know so I can know how many I can count on.

I know how good it feels for a submissive man to do something for a dominant lady, even if it is a dominant lady friend. I can just imagine how excited you'll feel as you respond to this request. After all, pleasing does feel so very good, doesn't it? ;)

Untitled Poem by Palimpsest

feelings weave words that contain them

sometimes dreams are carried along

surrender is only another way to love

a mind open is a mind completely free

male and female become irrelevant
the same and different all in one
joined in yin and yang hypnotic ecstasy

(c) 2008

"Hypnosis is a Lot of Bunk", He Says

Monday I went to the book store in search of a change of scenery and perhaps a little bit of fun. When I arrived there were a handful of people there that I had chatted with in the past. After catching up on all the recent happenings in everyone's lives, we began chatting about the books we were considering purchasing that day.

When someone asked me, I casually remarked that I was planning on perusing the hypnosis books. One of the fellows sitting across from me, a retired gentleman who is quite intelligent, remarked that hypnosis was a lot of bunk. I almost smiled whenever he said this, because when he did, he leaned forward, his eyes on my face. Usually when someone leans in, it indicates interest and it was pretty obvious that in spite of his naysaying - he was interested. The others indicated varying levels of interest and a variety of opinions on the subject, but none as interested or as outwardly negative as him.

We began discussing what hypnosis was and wasn't. Throughout most of the discussion I leaned in towards him just a bit and frequently made eye contact. Yes, I confess, I lowered the volume of my voice so he had to focus on what I was saying and was amused to see him lean in a bit more. I explained how simple being hypnotized really was and described a few techniques. When I began describing the techniques, I slowed the pace of my speech and kept my eyes almost exclusively on him. I could see him relaxing and it was obvious he was very focused on what I was saying. Finally, I mentioned that I would be glad to demonstrate if there was anyone interested. He nodded and said quietly that he would be willing.

It was pretty clear that he was already a little bit under so taking him the rest of the way was pretty easy using a simple relaxation induction. I gave him a few suggestions about being able to relax when he wanted by remembering that feeling, and brought him up. Afterward he remarked several times about how rested and relaxed he felt and how he couldn't believe how easy it was to listen and to focus on what I was saying.

I had considered giving him a playful suggestion or two, but I didn't want to embarrass him in front of his friends. I told him that next time, however, he was fair game ;)

A little while ago I received a call from one of my female friends who had been there that day. She'd seen this gentleman yesterday and he'd wanted to know if she would contact me and asked if I would be willing to meet with he and a number of his friends to talk more about the subject. She gave me his number and secured a promise that I would call him. It's been awhile since I've had the opportunity to get out and do something with a new group of people so maybe it will be fun.

Not too exciting, I know, but I did promise to blog the story. You were expecting an evil cowgirl story, weren't you? You never know - perhaps soon ;)

Terrific Tush Tuesday

I'm not sure if I've used these photos before, but I'm pretty sure you fellas won't mind if I repeat using the top photo. It's quite easy to tell she's about to do something - the question is, what? Do you see her next act as dominant or submissive? (I know she's on her knees at the moment, but she looks ready to pounce to me ;)

As for the delicious man photo above - well even if I have used that one before, he's my treat for the day ;)

Smiles - I look forward to Tuesday every week and it's all thanks to Suzy at SuzyWearsthePants. Her blog is gone now and it's been a long time since I have heard from her. I hope all is well and that she knows there are a lot of us that really miss her.

I'm going out for the afternoon so I'll write a little later about my experiences from yesterday. I did want to ask something before I go. Is anyone planning on writing stories for my Femdom Fantasies site or submitting links for Mesmerizing Women of the Web? I'm sort of mapping out my plans for these sites and it would help if I know I can expect something from you.

Safety: Chastity Devices

I was browsing through Mrs Claudia's blog this morning and noted a reference to an article entitled, "Man Cut Free From 'S&M' Chastity Belt by Firemen". I assume it's a true account as it was published in "The Guardian", but even if it isn't, it's something to think about.

Gmail Security

My friend Robert sent this tip about Gmail security. I thought you Gmail users out there might find it useful. Thanks Robert :)

The Allure of a Lady's Feet

A couple of months ago, I gave Rook an assignment to locate photos for my blog that he found exciting. He spent several hours and discovered a number of great photos, including the one above. I was especially pleased that he took so much time to find things he thought I'd enjoy and was curious about some of his choices. I found this one particularly interesting because in all the time I've known him he never mentioned any special interest in feet. Perhaps it wasn't really the feet, perhaps it was just the obvious symbol of a woman with nice legs controlling a man who probably had a professional position of power. It's one of the many things I'd like to ask him about.

At any rate, I do know there are a number of men who are sexually aroused by women's feet, stockings, and/or heels. My site gets more hits for the term foot slave than it does any other including male orgasm control and erotic hypnosis. That surprises me, even knowing some men's arousal over the above. Truthfully the whole feet thing has never really appealed to me. To be sure I like having my legs and feet admired and am always happy to see a man's eyes trace the curve of my calf down to a pair of really nice heels. It's foot worship that never really did anything for me. One of my dear friends told me that it didn't appeal to me because I'd never had someone suck my toes who knew how to do it in such a way that I'd feel it all the way up to between my thighs. Well... I will admit his remarks encouraged me to consider giving it a try at least once.

There is of course the whole, "let me slip off my shoe while we're sitting in a restaurant and stroke you with my stockinged foot" thing. That's definitely something I've enjoyed so much that I've almost created a ... difficult... situation for someone. It was also a huge turn on for me for a number of reasons.

What about you - is foot worship something that appeals? Do you consider yourself more appreciative than the average person of lovely legs wearing stockings and heels?

I Interrupt This Monday...

with a Terrific Tush Tuesday moment (I missed last week). My friend Robert sent these - thanks Robert :)


I've decided today I have to get out to do something fun so I'm going to visit the bookstore coffeeshop where several of my friends hang out. I met these people at the bookstore and really don't know them from anywhere else. A few years ago we sort of developed a routine of going there a couple of afternoons or evenings a week and would sit in the coffeeshop discussing the books we were reading. Living in a totally nosy area of the world like we do, we found people listening in to our conversations and some began joining in. Somehow this developed into an informal gathering place for people to meet and not only discuss books but current events as well. I always enjoy talking with these people even though we don't really see eye to eye on many things - or maybe because we don't.

It's been awhile since I've hypnotized anyone so I'm feeling the urge. I think I'll broach the subject of hypnosis and see how long it takes for me to steer the conversation to prompt someone to volunteer to be hypnotized. I admit it - I'm a ham. I really like hypnotizing people in front of a crowd so it should be an amusing moment or two.

I'll let you know later what happens.

Monday Music Madness

Recently a couple of people mentioned this video to me, describing it as "totally hot" and "uber sexy". While it had some brief scenes that I thought were sexy, overall I didn't agree with their assessment. I did like the song, but her dancing especially was not something that worked for me. What do you think?

What music videos do you find super sexy? (Lubyanka, I just know you'll find one that someone includes food! ;)