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H2OSportsDom: Your Insanity
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BLASTS FROM THE PAST:
Halloweenie - 1999
A Writing Gift to DramatkLady, oh so long ago - }B)_~~~~~
From CyberWryterCJ
After splashing my face for several minutes in the sink I looked up into the bathroom mirror. After eight hours of work I still had not decomposed...yet.
I stood there for a moment wondering why I had not talked to Lila. Lila my date sitting at the bar with me here at Houston's in Century City.
"Why"? Because she had been involved in a solid two-year relationship that seemed to mean wedding bells soon or later. And boom! They split over somebody's parental "approval" and compatibility issues. It appears those bells would ring much later...if at all.
Lila was a medium-sized fem, busty (36D, the way I like them) cute, muscular. I'd seen her work out at the gym, but spoke little to her because of her relationship. Her long blond hair is what got my attention at work. I got hers too, catching spontaneous glimpses by accident or intentional.
But these things rarely worked at work. Besides, she had a budding relationship... or so we both though. But now she was sharing with me some fine conversation and wonderful companionship on a Hallows eve. Not bad for a nilla fem.
Did I say "nilla"? As in plain vanilla? No frills. Extra boring and heavy on the bland.
Yup. I was D/s'er. I had practiced BD/SM on a regular basis for around 4 years, but only as a rogue and with no LTR plans as of present. I knew Lila was so plain vanilla that she couldn't even eat a chocolate sundae without blushing. It was clear I was not going to play this Hallows eve for I was not in the mainstream mood. D/s was too embedded into my life to go back to the regular stuff. I played hard, but infrequently due to work and rollerblading...
I looked at my watch.
"Holy Socks its midnight!" I said to myself. I had to get this girl home and put myself to sleep. I had to get up at five am and get to Santa Monica to blade.
I walked out to her and told her of my situation. She was kind of saddened, but so was I. She told me she was impressed with my discipline. I snickered and said thanks, making no further comment...regarding discipline.
I walked her to the car, opened and she climbed in. Her slinky red skirt rose higher than usual, exposing her silky, sheer-nude panty-hosed legs. Uh-huh. She had gotten my attention...and arousal. She had always been a tease. I walked around, climbed in and took off to drop her off.
As I drove, Lila asked, in an oh-so soft voice...
"Have you ever heard of Sado-Masochism?"
My mouth dropped open.
"A little." I said with a smile.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...Never mind. I'm sorry." She became uncomfortable and awkward. I relished in making her feel comfortable.
"No please, Lila Go right ahead." I said with a smile. "We covered many subjects this eve. Whats one more? You know me. I'm open to most anything."
Indeed! I had tried most everything LA had to offer.... EXCEPT the NASTY 5*. Yup! Every drug, every sexual exploit, demented dream, every fantasy had been fulfilled...except one. My quest was to someday find my soul mate to exchange our powers as a Dominant and Submissive on a lifetime basis with no pretense. Many times close...but no ceegar. I remained in the closet about it regarding my professional life to make the climb as a writer more at ease. But vowed to come out after I am established. If I told my Mom, she would shrug, smile and ask, "Oh! Is that what your into now, dear?"
"That's why Alan and I broke up" she explained. "One reason. The main reason. I wanted a strong, dominant man and he wasnt it. He wasnt even open to the idea. I feel as though I wasted over 2 yrs." She started to cry a bit.
"Don't look at it that way we live and learn." I said, softly. "From what I hear, that lifesyle is pretty intense. Perhaps he wasn't ready to make that step."
"We discussed it often. His mind was too closed. I couldn't take anymore and neither could he. He couldnt share my desires and fantasies. Oh please dont say anything at work. I dont need that now, Doug."
"I have a secret for you too, Lila." I said playfully.
"What's that?" she asked looking back at me. Her eyes glowing as headlight flashed through them. Her tears slowed a bit.
"Im an extreme Dominant male with BD/SM tendencies. So now we both have a secret."
Her tears dried up and she threw her arms around me. I turned the car around for my place.
So much for rollerblading.
We arrived at my apartment within minutes. We walked in and we kissed immediately. Our tounges entertwined. I reached up and fondled her breast through her blouse and bra. I fingered her hard nipple and reached down under her skirt. I sloowly massaged the wet spot with the crotch of her pantyhose, making them wetter with each passing...until she came in my hand with fury. She shuddered and moaned to orgasm within one minute of walking in. Not bad. My personal best is still twenty seconds, but I'm still working on it.
After about three of those, I pet her hair and face and slowed her down a bit. She breathed deeply and I knew the power exchange had begun.
"My playfriends in the lifestyle call me D.J...for Douglas John." I explained.
"What would you like me to call you?" she asked, still breathing heavily. I leaned into her ear and whispered....
"Sir." I said with a growl as I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. She let out a tiny moan that winced through my body. I guided her to my bed with the bars at each end of the head and foot.
"Now take off your clothes and spread out across the bed." I commanded.
"Yes, Sir." She said, looking in back in glee as she hastened to my command, stripping naked and spreading her nudity across my bed, arms and legs spread out and into bondage position. This girl and been trained well. I was impressed.
I had her tied to the bars my bed and her nipples in clamps within moments. I pulled out a small flogger and began teasing and torturing those protruding, exotic nipples. She cringed and screamed, deploying orgasm after creamy orgasm in my bed and hands.
"You are not allowed to come anymore without permission, Lila. Do you understand"? I warned.
"Yes, Sir" She said, holding back another. Her breathing was erratic, but controlled as she followed my orders to the tee, repressing herself and absorbing my power.
I gave her a thorough vaginal exam, while slowly messaging her clit, driving her into frenzy. She still repressed her orgasm, following my orders well.
"May I come please, kind Sir?" she asked in near-hysterics.
I looked at my watch.
"In 3 minutes" I said, still rubbing her drenched womanhood.
I pulled out a riding crop and light tapped her exposed clit. She yelped in joyous anguish, still suppressing her orgasm.
As her 3 minutes expired I tapped her clit harder with the crop, warning her of her time. She was ready to explode.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...Cum for Daddy!! Come all over me!" I said, torturing her clit with the crop.
She exploded into animal rage, jolting and convulsing into multiple orgasm. I tortured her clit harder as she came harder and move violent than the last.
After a half-hour of intensity, I cuddled her throughout her submissive coma. I could not keep my lips off her.
Not knowing her intensities, I untied her. She jolted at my touch, bordering on orgasm with each touch.
When she was free, I mounted her with my erection and slowly entered her, she asked my permission to come and I granted it. We came together in mind-boggling fashion. Afterward, when we both calmed, we simmered in our wet, sticky juices, flowing over us both, sliding genitals and bodies sensitive with every soft touch.
We finally fell asleep in each other's arms only to awaken to her riding my morning hardness for another 2 hours. It was sheer ecstasy for us both.
Happy Halloweenie!
*Top Nasty 5 are my ABSOLUTE Hard Limits 1. No Children. 2. No Animals. 3. No DeadFolks. 4. No Potty Fun. 5. No Blood Swapping

Diggin' In The Dirt:
Impeachment 1998
The Blowjob that just wouldn't Die
by CyberWryterCJ
"Captain's Log: Earth time: 9/18/1998. Intelligent life nonexistent here on Earth. Strongest and most powerful nation on the planet now tearing it's self apart over symantics. Beam me up now and fly us as far away as possible!"
Democracy? Republic? Well, which is it? What "theme" do we actually abide by? Neither actually. Since Democracy requires direct representation of the people, we may have indirect representation with a Republic. But that seems rather thin since this so-called republic needs to heed the will of the people. Let's add an adjective descibing this alledged republic. Let's try Capitalist Republic since our indirect representation cannot make a move without a financial "contribution". Years before we would call such contributions bribes. That's been solved with new laws allowing soft money or legal bribes, to the rest of us.
Our current political system has now run amok. It happens every 20 years or so to keep the Constitution viable and the people clarified with what the government can and cannot do to us and it's self.
At present, we have President Bill Clinton under threat of impeachment stemming from his misuse of office, allegedly for perjury under oath, obstruction of justice and witness tampering. But what makes this issue most pernicious is that it stems from the basic elements of sex. And it because of their sexual escapades, Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky must now lay their entire sexual lives into public scrutiny. The result of course, is ruined lives, both political and personal and a nauseous public.
As for Clinton, he now fights for his political life pending Congression action based on Ken Starr's one-sided report. Ok. Time to stop picking on that conemptable worm, Ken Starr. It won't do any good. As unfair or unfair as the report is, Starr has just hit Billy boy with an upper cut causing his knees to buckle. Billy boy is on the ropes. Billy boy is down.
The Congress vs. The American People
At present, Congressional Judiciary Committee decides on whether to draw up articles of impeachment upon Bill Clinton where he will then be tried in the United States Senate...If the House decides on that. The committee could also censure Clinton, though the Constitution makes no mention of censuring a sitting American President. It may be all or nothing for the House and that looks like bad news all the way around. The American people seem to still want their president, reguardless of the Starr Report. Defying the will of the people requires a firm resolve...or a hollow head.
What's tough going in the House is that political lines have polarized. There is no middle ground and that is what our founders counted on to iron out differences. Compromise has evaporated with congressional democrats fighting for their political futures, within and without the party. Gephart, who has never been been friends with Clinton, has all but abandonded Clinton. It's tough to be a member in a political party whose leader is less than honest. Ship jumping has become an everyday occurrence within the Democratic party with few to support the President in his hour of need.
On the GOP side we have the expected "Burn 'em" chant, but what is so strange here is that the American public is not calling for Impeachment. It calls for censure which may not even be possible. House Republicans have finally gotten what they want, but have run into a stumbling block...their American constituents. (R) Bill McCullen wants Clinton to sizzle alive by releasing every shred of Clinton's nastyness. But how can this be? Doesn't Congress represent the American People? And not the other way around?
Fortunately, on November 3, the people will have their way and because of it's divisibility, it's inability to find common ground, that one political party will pay a massive toll.
The Far, Far Right
If ever there was an enemy force to be reckoned with it is the Conservative Right-wing of America. Sprung from the early eastern-upper crust of America, this self-righteous ilk has taken it upon it's self to condemn every and all offenders of it's puritanical credo while pulling in hefty, tax-exempt and non-disclosed profits from it's retailing of Biblical passages. This force has LOTS of money and HATES Bill Clinton with a passion.
Conveniently, the Christian Coalition held it's yearly Judge-In. "Congress should impeach Bill Clinton because resignation is too good for a president who mocked, demeaned, belittled and lied to America," Christian Coalition founder Pat Robertson said Friday. "While resignation might be easier for America, it's not best for America,'' Robertson told 3,000 religious activists. Some waved signs that read, "Impeach Clinton.''
Forgive Clinton? Sure, but, impeachment is the answer, Robertson claims. Robertson called for a cleansing of America. Hitler thought the same of the Jews within Germany. A little too far right? Sorry about that. I couldn't resist.
"We don't have a constitutional crises, we have a Clinton Crises", Trent Lott stated. Herr Dan Quayle called for the immediate and bloodiest impeachment that the human body could withstand. Afterwhich, the Coalition saluted one another, clicked it's heels, adjourned and dug in for the elections.
Like the Mary Magdalene story, Clinton is being hauled out by the Zealots like a modern harlot, exposing shameful sexual indiscrepencies, social character flaws and moral degeneration on every medium-From the Internet to the men's room wall. Around the accused are the people ready to launch their stones. But only one-third of the crowd are currently holding stones. Lauchtime is delayed until they can find more stoneholders. But Clinton will be stoned. ``They said they will take care of it and I trust them to do it,'' said William Hollis of Beltsville, Md. '' The president is not going to stay in office.''
But unlike the famed Bible story, there is no Jesus here to step out and say, "Let he (she-Jesus wasn't politically correct) who is without sin cast the first stone." Or is there?
The Media
On September 16, Salon Internet Publication released information pertaining to Henry Hyde's affair from 30 years ago, prompting Tom DeLay to call for an FBI investigation into Whitehouse smears. Though the White House denies this, it appears the President could use all the friends he can get on the House Judiciary Committee. Why make matters worse? This character assassination was shot from a different gun...Salon Internet Magazine.
Will every news organization with every story be investigated by the FBI? Possibly. And that's what makes this scenario so scary. The first amendment is now in peril. When the first amendment is threatened, we may have to take another look at what exactly what we're doing and why we're doing it.
Was this justified? Probably not. Nether was Clinton's investigation, for that matter. What is sad is that our political system has now been reduced to digging up dirt, going through trash cans trying to find out and publicize the absolute worst we can find about our leaders and their enemies.
Of course these impeachment hearings were suppose to be s purely Bipartisan effort, it has turned into a 3-ringed circus where all the clowns get into a fight, blow themselves up and get blood and guts all over the audience. Do we blame the media? Sure. So far, we find no networks refusing to air President Clinton's testimony. In fact, we can count on all the the dirt that's fit to print available on every network, satellite broadcast and publication.
What exactly does the media have to lose by not giving this eqaul coverage? Ratings. Money. Advertising. It is a competitive field and if they don't get the red-raw meat for the rich-green paper, than the other guys will. It's survival of the fittest in the media arena and the politicians should not fly off the handle when Fox networks decide to run a story catching one of them in a "salacious" situation. As with Clinton, it's nothing personal. It's just their job. They too, slant, like us, giving us perspective and points of views we have not been expose to before. The media is truly the eyes of the nation.
The President's Character
Bill Clinton appears to be stuck between a rock and a hard place - Himself and The Republication Judiciary Committee. Can we imagine a man or woman who does a wonderful job in public office and lie about one thing and one thing only? Can we live with a President who can be honest with everything except is sex life? Can we trust a man who tells us the facts about every realm of his presidential duties, but cannot be honest with his personal life?
How do we know we can trust him on the other issues? Well, those things have come true. Such products of the Clinton legacy include lower inflation, higher employment, stronger GNP and a world respect that reflects that of a super power. Not too bad. Can we live without the personal honesty thing? Sure. I could. But...
Looking at the worst psychological scenarios, we see a President so addicted to sex that he will risk a job he has worked so hard for all his life, the highest office in the land. Can we accept this reckless and high-risk behavior in the hands of a man who controls so much sensitive material (no pun intended)? Can we call this a disease? Perhaps, but until the American Medical Association gets it's greasing and the Insurance companies get a piece of the action, Bill Clinton is on his own.
The Bottom Line
Where do we stand? Well, from the looks of things we are about to put our Constitution and ourselves through a political wringer. It is time for us to take a good long look at ourselves and values. Do we prefer a President who pulls us out of a recession, gives us economical prosperity and keeps his personal life...personal? Do we really care if he lies about personal issues while hold the highest job rating of any President in 30 years? And what about his wife, Hillary? If she can live with it, can we?
It is a tough call and the time is running out. And when it is done, whoever is left will have learned from this debacle. As in Watergate, we will crawl from our shelters and look to the skies. We will brush the dirt off and take a good look at our leaders, the media and ourselves. We will look around with suspician, and distrust and live out our years under an umbrella of fears that wilts under heavy political rains. And when the sun finally shines, we will smile, enjoy the rest of the day and brace for the next constitutional crisis.

Life Blows
Stay Hard
CyberWryterCJ
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