Help Me Solve My Laptop Dilemma

I got some good feedback from my last entry about the laptop issue I was facing. Of course I had no idea what some of it meant and I think that there were people who didn't take me seriously when I said that I have trouble finding the on button and I often confuse my laptop with my toaster. I didn't say this before but when I bought my new laptop (which is now my old laptop coming up on 2.5 years) it took my six months just to find the off button. I'm not kidding! Six months!

I'm doing an experiment with it right now because the computer has always gotten hot underneath which is why even though its called a laptop I could never actually put it directly on my lap for fear of receiving second degree burns. Okey, maybe not but still it was damn hot. My new theory though is that there seems to be some sort of air vents under the thing and I at least know enough to know that air has to circulate through the computer to keep to cool or it will overheat causing the delicate little pieces to go freaky, so that being the case, maybe this laptop has just really shitty design with the vents under it where the air can't really move around too much. So I've elevated my laptop giving it lots of air under and I'll see if that makes things better. Even if it doesn't, maybe I'll at least start a trend and soon you'll see people sitting at the Starbucks with the back of their laptops elevated and you'll think to yourself "hey, I know the girl who started that craze!"

I hate to spend two entries in a row talking about computers but given how much of a part of my life it seems to be coupled with the fact that I don't think I've ever dedicated a single entry to computers previously, maybe it'll be forgivable for now. You didn't want to hear about all that sex, bondage and acting like a complete fetish whore fucktoy now did you?

Traditionally when I would look for a new laptop, I would try to get something that was on the front end of the curve of technology. The idea was that it would be about a year before the thing started to show its age in terms of the kind of software it could run, two years before it just plain wouldn't run the new games and by two and a half I would sell it off on Ebay and buy a new one. I love to play graphics based computer games when I'm not all tied up like the little bondage slut I am, and it seems they require more and more power. The kinds of games I tend to like are more strategy and simulation. Not too much shooting you know? Sims 2, Age of Empires 3, that sort of thing. I used to be a fan of anything with the name Tycoon in the title but then those games started getting crappy and lame so I'm a lot more wary of them. Too bad, the really good ones were a lot of fun.

So this brings me to my conundrum. Do I go buy another laptop for $1,800- $2,000 that has all the lastest stuff so it will last me 2.5 years or so beforeI get so frustrated that it won't play any of the latest games that I buy a new one, or do I buy something that is more in the $800 - $1,000 range and can play today's games just fine but in a year, who knows. The idea is, if I can make that computer last 1.5 years before throwing it off the balcony and into the street (or just selling it on Ebay) and I pay half the price of the one that lasts for 2.5 years, aren't I coming out ahead? The big question mark though is, will the cheaper computer really play even today's newest games and even if it does, just how far out will it continue to do so? Is a year or year and half being way generous or will it not play the games that come out in only six months?

I promise next time I'll try to talk about something more exciting than computers and stuff, but see, this is something I'm trying to figure out and I was thinking that rather than figure out everything on my own I can rely on the collective wisdom of all the great people who like looking at my hot little brown body! Anyway, let me know what you think about this and how you would approach it, I'm really looking forward to your feedback.

Night of the Living Dead Laptops!

Often people will write me emails and ask me all kinds of specific and technical questions ranging from problems with their computer to software to why they're having this problem or that problem. I could understand if they were writing me to ask about bondage or sex related questions, after all, I've put enough stuff out there on those two subjects that if you want advice from a rubber slavegirl, I'm a great resource. How people get the impression that I'm some sort of a computer guru though is beyond me. I consider it a good day when I can find the on button to my computer and the thing actually works. The only conclusion I can come up with is that the fact that I have a website that is oh so beautiful, well designed, user friendly and exciting must translate into the notion that I actually know what the hell I'm doing. In truth, you'll notice that most aspects of my website at maliia.com are pretty simple stuff. No complicated code or wierd floating things across your screen. Not even flash or animations or whatever. Everything there is either pretty basic and straightforward or stuff in which I was able to copy the code from something I liked on another website and integrate it into mine. I'm not saying you shouldn't ask me for advice on computers, you can ask me whatever you want, whenever you want. Just be aware that the source you're going to often confuses her laptop with her toaster oven so you might want a more knowledgeable resource.

I live in great fear that something will go wrong with my laptop. First, if I go a day or two without it I start to experience severe withdrawal symptoms not unlike a heroin addict only far worse. I go crazy if I can't check my website, try to catch up on emails, chat with friends and I'm at the point where the internet is completely wired into my life. It's like we've become one creature, you know like on the science fiction shows where you've got the host creature and the one that lives off of it but they've gotten to a point in which if you try to remove the creature from the host, then the host will die. That might be a bit extreme in my case, but seriously, I get all my utility bills online including my cell phone and I make my payments that way. I do banking, check prices, make travel arrangements, read articles, download songs, get my newspaper online and lots of other things. Without my computer I'd be forced to go back to watching television like they did back in the old days and who wants to do that!

I guess I was really lucky because my first two laptops were perfect. The first was a Fujitsu and it lasted 2.5 years and never had a problem. I had such a good experience with it that I bought another Fujitsu. This one went another 2.5 years and not a single problem. The downside was that the video card was way too weak for the computer and it couldn't be replaced with a better one so the stupid thing was obsolete before I even bought it, I just didn't realize it at the time. Then I got an Acer which is what I use now. I thought it was a great deal at the time and I wasn't going to get stung by a computer with parts that couldn't be upgraded again, except this thing has given me trouble. It was knocked out of commission for four days of pain, anguish and agony back in January when my hard drive went bad. I was lucky that I do regular backups to DVD of all my files, but still they were able to salvage the stuff from the old drive and they gave me a bigger one to replace it. All for the low low price of like $400. Gah, talk about living hell. No laptop for four days and I had to put out all those bucks. That's at least a couple of totally hot fetish pieces to wear!

Ever since I got the harddrive replaced though, something wierd has been happening. Now when I try to place graphics intensive games (I love games, what can I say) like The Sims 2 or Age of Empires 3, my computer will play it for a little while and then just BOOM. Shut down totally. It's as if I hit the off button except I didn't. This happens whether it's cold, warm, running other applications, running nothing else. It's very annoying and it's basically forced me to live a life for the last couple of months without any fun games. How sad for me. Now I could go back and get this checked out. Sure, I could say that it was fine before the harddrive was replaced so they must have fucked something up, but I already know the answer I'll get will either be they have no idea but would be willing to do me the favor of charging me like $200 to tear my baby apart and find out, or they'll say that one has nothing to do with the other and/or when the old drive fucked up, it messed up this other thing whatever. So, with that mentality, I haven't done anything about it and instead too the position that I would just get a new laptop in a few months. That works right?

Well, maybe not. See, today I got really scared. Not quite knife wielding maniac in the house scared but more like mental images of Rush Limbaugh wearing a latex g-string and bra while on a leash scared. Yeah, that mental image frightened me too. Anyway, I turned on my computer and the hard drive started making noise. That's not right. First it was a loud whirring and then it made scrapping sounds, as if the drive were, well scrapping against something. So I did a quick backup just in case and decided that something may be going wrong with this drive too. After all, the old one was making almost the same kinds of sounds shortly before it passed on to meet its maker, or maybe it just got recycled, who can say. I also noticed that the area of the laptop where the drive is located gets extremely hot lately. So either the thing isn't cooling right or its just really shitty design that makes the thing get too hot and then it fucks up the drive. That's my theory anyway.

So what's the point of all this you ask? I may have to replace my laptop sooner than I thought. First, it means I'll have to find one that is of the highest reliability. That rules out a Dell for sure, I've heard nightmare horror stories about those. It also means I'll have to sell this thing, assuming its still working when I go to sell it. For now everything seems to still be running okey and the harddrive has calmed down for now but in my experience things almost never "fix themselves". It would be nice if they would though, I like the approach of sticking my head in the sand and ignoring a problem until it gets too big to ignore any longer. That's about the time that the laptop breaks down all together and I'm stuck going through severe DT's while some guy at the Geek Squad who fixed my computer three days ago continues to hold on to it for an extra few days just so he can access all the porn of me on the old drive. Not that I mind that, but gah, you'd think he could at least give me a price break on the new drive in exchange, don't you?

A Girl With a Bald Pussy Has Nothing to Hide Behind!

I have no hair on my pussy. I know for many of you this may not exactly be breaking news. Granted, most people don't go around talking about how much pubic hair they have but in the past I've had no problem telling people about it. I haven't taken out a billboard yet just to make sure that those few people who may not yet have heard about the condition or lack of pubic hair can consider themselves to be well informed, but it is the kind of information I try to work into polite conversation at dinner parties whenever possible. You know how that talk goes, I think its something like "so Maliia, what have you been up to lately, besides of course being a cocksucking little bondage porn whore?" To which of course I respond "oh not much but are you aware of just how smooth and delightful my pussy is since I have no public hair? Oh you simply must give it a feel".

I've actually kept my pussy hairless for a long time now, so true, this isn't a new thing. I started out several years ago in steps. See, the fun thing about a woman's pubic hair is that its a great way to get your creativity out. It wasn't long after it started growing in when I was a teen that I started trying to shape it into something more interesting than just a disorganized patch of hair. I always kept the hair nicely trimmed of course but I started doing designs like hearts, arrows and one time I even did an "M" (for Maliia of course). After a while though I worked the creativity out and was starting to look at how all the girls in Hustler and Penthouse kept their pubic hair so I started going with the "landing strip". Just a nice little strip of hair right over my pussy. I figured that there should be something there to help guys figure out where to go. After all, I know they aren't going to ask for directions or anything. After a while though I realizesd that the landing strip really wasn't all that effective at making sure that guys could find my fun holes, either they found them or they got lost on the way but the strip didn't make much difference. Besides, at that point I was really getting into heavier bondage and body modification and I knew that good little slavegirls shouldn't have any pubic hair at all because it makes their tight little juicy holes more visible and available. Plus to be honest the idea of walking around with a bald pussy really turned me on. Not only was it a little humiliating at first, especially to think if I hooked up with someone and they would see my bald little cunt, but also it made me feel more vulnerable. Let's face it, when you can hide behind things it gives you a lot more confidence than when it's just all out there for everyone to see. Even if what you're hiding behind is a patch of pubic hair and the thing that's trying to hide is a pussy, the effect is the same. Of course at this point I've been hairless for so long and SO many people, men, women, friends, strangers and everyone else has seen my bald pussy that I don't really think in terms of humiliation about it anymore. It's just there you know? I drop my pants and I look like a little girl and if I spread my legs a little you definately get a great view of me, my little pink lips hanging down and if I'm really humiliated or in public, you might even see a little white liquid slowly dripping out of it too. Delicious huh?

Anyway, so I was saying that I started out by shaving but of course it would grow back in pretty fast and leave stubble and start to itch and its a little wierd to be walking down the street scratching your pussy. I definately turned heads like that and I wonder if it was the fact that I was scratching my pussy or the fact that people thought I was such a horny little bitch in heat that I couldn't control myself and I had to play with myself even walking down the street. If only they knew the truth which was that although I wasn't playing but scratching, I am that horny little bitch who probably would walk and rub myself if I thought I could get away with it. Well, clearly shaving wasn't a good long term solution, so I started to go with waxing which lasts a lot longer but is really a pain. Again there's a nice humiliation issue because although I can wax myself, it can be hard to make sure I get everything. So really to do this right, it's good to have someone else do it and to have someone working on your pussy but in a non-sexual way is kind of a let down.

The final solution and frankly it's one that I've been gravitating toward for a while now, is permanent removal. Now this is a big time pain that takes forever and is not comfortable at all. It would be nice if I could put a creme on like in my stories that permanently removes the hair, but it doesn't work that way. Now for all this talk about pubic hair you might be thinking that if I let myself go I'd have a jungle down there with monkeys and elephants running around but the truth is that I'm very lucky that even letting my hair grow in, it comes in very sparse anyway. That's good because it means there's not as much to kill. I'm just not a hairy girl in general. I know some guys like hairy girls but I'm not one of them. Sorry! Anyway, I'm at a point where I really don't have to do much with my pubic hair to keep myself bald. I still have a lot more to do of course but I'm getting there.

I also know that there's a lot of people who have a shaving fetish. The confusion I have is about whether the fetish is seeing a girl with no pubic hair and a totally bald pussy, or is the fetish about actually seeing the girl shave it? You know, going from lots of hair and then adding the shaving cream and slowly removing the hair with the razor and then finally towelling off and revealing a perfectly bald pussy. For me, I love men and women with no hair down there. Totally love it. Watching the actual act of hair removal I don't care about but if I see another girl with a bald pussy, I totally drool (if she's cute of course) because I can almost feel my tongue running around on that little cunt of hers.

I also said I liked men with little or no pubic hair. Most guys consider even trimming their hair down there to be something they don't want to get into so they end up with total jungles. What they don't get is that I don't care how big or small your cock is, if you get rid of the jungle or at least thin it out a bit and get it under control, your cock will look HUGE. I'm not kidding. I hooked up with a guy maybe a year ago who had the misfortunate combination of a smaller size cock with a total jungle. I convinced him to shave it all off and when he came out, it looked totally respectable. I was stunned! I'm like wow, now that's a cock! The other added benefit of having a guy who's shaven is that I can give blowjobs and lick his balls and all kinds of other things without having to pick pubic hairs out of my mouth every 10 seconds. Seriously, I love to give blowjobs as much as I love to lick pussy but what drives me crazy is the stupid little hairs that come off in your mouth and then you have to get them off your tongue and its just annoying. Seriously. I could suck a cock that has no hair much longer and much better than a hairy situation down there. So that's the nice extra benefit, your girl, slave, wife, whatever will not only be impressed by the perception of increased size but she'll also have a much more enjoyable time sucking on your cock. I know I would.

So now that you know the full story about my pussy hair and my thoughts on pubic hair on others, I guess I can cancel that full page ad in the Wall Street Journal I had planned to announce the current condition of my bald little pussy. Too bad too because it definately would make that paper a lot more fun to read.

Tired from Turkey Flavored Sleeping Drugs!

I'm not going to write a whole lot right now because I'm exhausted for a number of reasons. First, I just got back from San Diego because I went to a friend's house down there for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday and spent the night and now I'm back home. You know its funny but as nice as it is to travel and go see other things, it doesn't matter if I'm gone for one night or one month, it's always nice to get home and being in your own place with your stuff and know that you'll sleep in your own bed. I think one of the reasons why I tend to take lovers home with me instead of me spending the night at their house generally is because my bed is so fucking comfortable. I love it and I love having all my crap right here.

The other reason I'm tired is because of turkey. Okey, I ate food like everyone and although I tried not to go crazy with it, I did probably eat more than I usually would. I'm definately hitting the gym tommorow morning. The thing about turkey though is it has some chemical in it. I think its called triptafan or some spelling like that and apparently this is why turkey is basically just big pieces of Nytol covered in gravy.

Finally, I have so much stuff to catch up on just from being away for a couple of days. It's wierd because a lot of it isn't that important but I just get so used to doing certain things everyday and reading certain articles and such that I fall behind and sure, I could just let it go but that just goes against my nature.

Anyway, so that's all I can write for now because I'm going to go take a nice hot bubble bath in my tub with candles and some wine which will really knock me out. I know this sounds like stereotypical feminine behavior but I am a girl after all and I like a nice soothing bubble bath as much as the next girl. Anyway, I hope you had a great holiday and I'll try to talk about something a lot more sexy and fun next time.

Maliia Stuffed Just in Time for Thanksgiving!

While I didn't get quite the response I was hoping for from my last post, I figured everyone would use it as an opportunity to unload their wish list on me and give me piles and piles of things to start considering and thinking about, I did get some good comments and some of them are things I've already tried to take care of and others may never happen. That's just how it goes.

For example, it was brought to my attention that I hadn't updated my featured photo or story in a while. See, I knew I hadn't done that but I kept forgetting and honestly when people don't remind me of things I sometimes forget. I'm serious! Sometimes it takes a person saying "hey Maliia, update your featured stuff", or "Maliia, get off your cute brown ass and add some new stories already" and then I do it. I'm going to try to do a better job of keeping up with it but if you see that this sort of thing hasn't been taken care of in a while, I need you to remind me okey?

Some of the other ideas were more photos and videos of me, especially in lots of fetish outfits. I'm happy to do that and plan to. The variety of fetish outfits I'll be wearing is kind of limited right now to what I have since good latex outfits are expensive like you won't believe, but I do have a pretty good selection to work with even now and lots of platform stiletto heels and boots so I think we're good there. Same with photos of me in ponygirl gear. I do have a ponygirl bit and bridle set so I ought to be able to do that and probably some video too of me being pony trained.

Finally it was suggested that I offer a different way to reach the protected area photos, videos and stories because there's been some unhappiness with the current vendor. I have been using this company for a long time and I trust them but I have heard some complaints so I'm going to keep an eye out for another way to do this. I can't guarantee it will change for a while because whatever I change to has to not only be significantly better but also it has to be something I can trust completely. Also there was a suggestion on a way to meet me. Well, on a one to one basis if I haven't known you for a while, that's probably not going to be very reasonable, especially since I can't really spend all my time travelling around the country meeting everyone. I know everyone would love that and frankly I would love it too because I think it would be totally cool to sit down and get to know everyone face to face, but I'm not sure it's reasonable. If there was enough interest however, I suppose some sort of event could happen or I could arrange an appearance at an internet convention like the Internext in Las Vegas. I've never done that before because really I'm a very very small fish in the world of porn and especially bondage porn and so I never thought there was really enough interest in that you know?

Anyway, I've been feeling really productive lately. I finally got through all my emails which had once again backed up on me. This is what happens to me. See, I get tons of spam so it takes time to root through all of it to get to the real emails. Then I can only answer so many emails a day but I actually get more than I can answer so it starts to build and build and build and eventually I have to take a day and just get all caught up. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE getting emails and I LOVE hearing from people, especially when they want to share their thoughts about me, my webcage, their bondage experiences or fantasies in general or whatever. It's very exciting for me. Just I also get a lot of emails of just crap and wierd stuff and I don't know what's from a really cool person (you know who you are) and what's not.

Hey, have you ever felt like it was a certain day that it wasn't? I went around the whole day yesterday thinking it was Thursday but it was Tuesday. Today I'm going around and I'm convinced that its Friday but its not Friday, its Wednesday. I even went to look for some articles that come out every Friday and I got so confused because they weren't there and then I remembered that it wasn't Friday. Last night I went to watch Smallville (remember I have a Lana Lang lesbian fetish) and got confused because it wasn't on. Then I remembered, hey, it's not Thursday. Duh! I suspect it's because of the holiday, I'm almost sure that's what's throwing me off because thanks to the holiday, Wednesday really does become kind of like Friday which means Tuesday really was sort of like Thursday. Just different days is all. Does any of this make any sense or am I babbling? I do that you know.

It's kind of wierd too because my family never really celebrates Thanksgiving. I'm not sure if its because it was Hawaii and that was really far away from all that mainland stuff or because being Hawaiian, we probably had more in common with the Indians and the experience of the haoles coming in and taking over everything than with the other side. I'm not sure. For me, I like turkey okey so maybe I'll go to a friend's house or something. If only it were a bondage friend, I could be stripped and bound on the table with stuffing in my pussy and cranberry in my ass (a girl has to be careful about what she puts in her pussy because things with a lot of acids like cranberry can be a problem) and of course an apple in my mouth. Wouldn't I look cute like that as a Thanksgiving centerpiece? You could even baste me in gravy. But don't cook me. That wouldn't be cool you know?

Anyway, so I hope you'll feel like you can open up to me and tell me anytime something isn't being done or you want to see a change or something added or improved. If I'm not doing my job properly, don't just spank my cute little ass, tell me too! See, that's how you have to train a naughty little puppygirl, just swatting it on the nose isn't enough, you have to make sure she understands what she did wrong so she can do better next time! That being the case, I hope to continue to make my webcage a great place for everyone to enjoy and also I hope everyone has a really nice Thanksgiving holiday time and try to do something really naughty and erotic this week, I know I will and I'll try to share it with you when I do!

What do You Want?

I was reading an article the other day and it was really interesting. It said that a lot of farmers will plant their crops based on what will grow on the land. This sounds like it would make a lot of sense right? But what the article went on to say was that what the farmers should do is to find out what crops are most in demand in the marketplace and then factor that into their decision on what to plant. Sure, it still has to be something that will grow properly, but there's no point in planting something that will yield a huge and abundant crop if no one wants to buy it. In that case the crop will go to waste, whereas if you have a much smaller crop of something else that's in high demand then you can come out ahead.

So at this point you're probably wondering if I'm thinking about becoming a farmer. Well, I don't see my title changing from bondage whore to Farmer Maliia anytime in my near future, but the point was that this kind of thinking can be applied elsewhere. I realized that I make a lot of changes to my webcage and do a lot of things based on what I can do or what works best for me but I don't really take enough time to go find out really what the people who are most important to me and my webcage really want out of it, and that's you!

This is your chance then to tell me what you most want to see, read, do, experience or whatever else out of my webcage. I can't guarantee that all of it will be done, after all, the farmer was still restricted to choosing crops he could grow of course, but his choice was based on what people wanted. So too, whatever I end up adding or providing will have to be within the confines of what I can do both from a programming point of view (because I'm a computer idiot who is lucky she can turn her computer on) and from a reasonable point of view too. If you say you want to see video of me running naked down Santa Monica Boulevard, well that could be fun but since I don't want to end up in prison, I'll probably pass on that idea (though I will enjoy reading it immensely).

Anyway, so that's the point of this post is that I want for you to tell me what you most want from me and my webcage and that way I can get a better idea of what direction to go in when I'm making changes or adding things or whatever. I can't wait to hear what you have to say...don't be shy!

Call Me Your Slant Eyed Cocksucking Cumslut in Heat

There are a lot of elements of bdsm that I love. Certainly being physically controlled by being bound is one of them. While I'm okey with rope bondage, I definately get off more on being restrained in chains, leather, binders, harnesses and certainly for me, being locked in is a lot more exciting than simply being tied in. I also love exhibitionism. I guess that's why I put my little brown body on display at my webcage (maliia.com) everyday because I get off so much on the idea of other people getting pleasure from looking at me. I get this feeling even more intensified when I'm taken out to a club or party on a leash and my body is exposed and I can feel everyone staring at every part of me. Gazing at my little tits, my totally bald pussy, trying to catch a glimpse of the rings that dangle from each of my labias. And I suppose a big part of being on display and sometimes being controlled is wearing really hot fetish attire like rubber, pvc, stiletto platform heels and boots and other outfits that not only get the person who sees me excited, but it makes me excited to be wearing them too because they make me feel like such a sexy little slut. That's something I've concluded too. Being a bondage whore isn't just something I do, it's something I am which brings me to the next part of bdsm that turns me on the most, humiliation.

I think humiliation is probably one of my biggest turn ons of anything. I know I've said this before, but it's just because I love it so much. Theres physical humiliation of which I've done lots. This can range from just how I'm dressed to being walked on a leash in public to being forced to pee in front of others. It can also mean being trained as a puppy, pony or other animal or object that is less than human or really anything else that makes me feel embarassed or ashamed because of something that is done to me physically or something I'm forced to do.

As fun as physical humiliation is for me though, one of my favorite things is definately verbal humliiation. Some people may think that verbal degradation is just saying bad things to a person but see, really good verbal humiliation isn't all that easy, but if someone is good at it then they're creative, talented and will definately hold my attention. See, it doesn't really work to call me something like a "dumb bitch", or "stupid, ugly piece of shit". That doesn't really turn me on because it does nothing to make me feel sexy and I know I'm neither dumb nor ugly. For me, the verbal humiliation should center on things that are sexual and should compliment me in a way. I know that sounds contradictory but its not and I'll give you examples of what I mean. See, after I wrote that other blog entry a few weeks ago about how girls like compliments including me, I got some responses from people who were confused and said well, if you like compliments so much how come you like to be verbally degraded too. See, they didn't see that they can actually go hand in hand.

Okey, so if you wanted to say something that would get me excited but compliment me at the same time, you might call me a "sexy little cocksucking slut" or you might say "Maliia, you're a nasty brown whore with a beautiful fucktoy body". See how that works? Pretty cool huh? Not that everything has to have a compliment, I just like references to my body in my humiliation because it makes me feel more confident about showing my body off when I'm hearing good things about it. But still, if someone wanted to say to me that I'm a "naughty bitch whore who should be leashed like a dirty animal" or that I'm a "whore who would spread her legs and be fucked in any of her holes and used as a common cum slut", we'll that would be hot too. See, no direct compliments, but the verbal degradation is very sexual and the language is obviously very detailed, very graphic and leads you to a terrific mental image either as me on all fours with a leash controlling me or in the last example, of me laying somewhere with my legs spread, mouth, pussy and ass exposed and cum covering me and leaking out of my holes from all the use. It's definately a powerful image for me and gets me excited to hear it because it gets me excited to think about myself that way.

This brings us to one other element of verbal degradation. It's not the last element because there's a lot of ways to do it but its the last one I'll talk about today and that's racial humiliation. See, in our society theres a lot of pressure to be politically correct and so people often feel uncomfortable doing race play. Personally I LOVE race play. I love humiliation that reminds me of my ethnicity. I love it when I'm called names like a "dirty little slant eyed whore" or an "oriental fucktoy on a leash". Even if it's something that's just describing what I am at the time, it's better. For example, if I were being trained as a ponygirl at a party and my handler introduced me as "this is my ponygirl Maliia", that's nice but it doesn't have the same affect on my as saying "this is my Asian ponygirl Maliia". See, it's not a big change, but just acknowledging my ethnicity makes it more exciting for me and so it gets me a lot hotter and you can measure that by the way by how much more juice drips out of my tight oriental cunt. Keep in mind of course that while all of this humiliation, particularly the race play is a huge turn on within the confines of bdsm play, certainly if I were walking down the street and some asshole came up to me and called me a "worthless gook slant eyed bitch" for taking his parking space, I'd be pissed because the intent behind the words is hostile, angry and unwelcome. In the context of bdsm that same line would get me hot. Outside of it though it would get me pissed off so the context as a lot to do with it as well.

I do think people may find it easier though to adapt to race play for Asian than for blacks though. Maybe because in our society there are just some words we've been conditioned not to say, like the "N" word among others, for fear of being labelled a racist. I was talking with a black slavegirl I met recently at a party about this and she's really nice and I've always been very straightforward and open and I asked her if she liked race play. I asked of course because of how much I like it. She said she loved race play but was dissapointed because she could almost never find people who were willing to do that for her. To be honest, the only derogatory term I knew about black people is the "N" word (see, I don't even want to say it here) but I knew how this girl felt so I decided to take matters into my own hands and so I dommed her and made her my negro bitch for a little while and she loved it. She had to help me out by guiding me with different racist terms that turned her on. Like she would call herself things and I would remember those terms and reference them later for her, but it all worked out well. She's not the only person either I've met who likes this. I've know a few black submissives who loved race play and frankly I've met other Asians as well who enjoyed it. I'm not sure about the other races but I'm willing to bet that there's hispanics, people from India, arabs and others who are totally into it as well. To be honest though, I would have no clue as to how to approach racial humiliation for white people. The only things I can think of really aren't all that humliiating and unlike black people and Asians in this country, white people just don't have the same kind of history so there aren't as many derogatory terms for them. Still, I guess if I met a white submissive who wanted race play for them and was willing to guide me like the black slavegirl did in terms of what kinds of things were a turn on, well I'd definately be willing to give it a try. Why not?

So now you know the key to my submissive heart, or maybe it's just the key to my dripping pussy. If you can control me not just through physical bondage and humiliation but through verbal humiliation that includes compliments and race play and if you can do it creatively, there's a good chance I'll find you to be a perfect fit for me and before long I'll probably be begging you to own my little brown body. Hopefully you have room for a cute oriental cocksucking whore like me. If not, maybe I can use my talented slut holes to convince you!

I'm Hot When I'm Wet, and Cold When I'm not!

You know I have made a lot of friends from all over the place and while I communicate with most through email, I also sometimes have great telephone conversations with them. From time to time I get an invitation to go visit them, sometimes from a new friend so obviously in that situation it's probably a little early to be planning any trips, and sometimes it's from someone I've known for a while. I get a lot of comments like "if you're ever in my town, let's hang out" or something like that.

Strangely a lot of the people live in cold places though. I'm not a big fan of cold weather at all and the only redeeming feature of it seems to be the fact that you can wear some serious rubber fetish outfits without getting as hot. Frankly, I think if I were going to live in a cold place or even a really rainy place like Seattle, wearing a rubber catsuit would probably be the most appropriate thing. Sure, it might look a little strange as I walk down the street and people might think it's a bit odd, but not only will it keep me toasty warm but my outfit will laugh at the moisture. Throw in a rubber hood with only openings for my eyes, nose holes and mouth and the frizzies I get in my hair when there's a lot of moisture are a worry of the past. Of course I've never really cared for hoods and masks because quite frankly, I find it more humiliating when people can see my face and also see my facial expressions as I endure my degradation, bondage, pain or hopefully pleasure.

I was on the phone with a girl last night who lives in New Hampshire. I've never been there but I hear it's quite lovely when it's not covered in 600 feet of snow. Anyway, she's submissive and keeps trying to get me to come all the way out there to dominate her. Yes, it's true that I am mostly a submissive little bitch, but it seems as though some people are willing to overlook that fact. Maybe it's my hot little Asian body or maybe it's because I actually am a pretty damn good switch if I do say so myself, but either way apparently I'm sometimes in demand as hot little rubber dominatrix. So, I've known her for a long time and met her a couple times when she was in Los Angeles so I know she's a total cutie, but come on, New Hampshire? I'm not going all the way over there to sit in snow and freeze my little brown ass off. Besides, I'm really short which means I'd slide through the snow piles and never be seen again!

I've never really understood why people live in cold weather. I mean I get the idea of it, hey if you're used to it and it's all you've known then I guess it makes sense. Being a Hawaiian girl in Southern California, I just don't get it. My friend said that in her case she would love to move to a place that's warmer, at least for more of the year but she has a life where she is with friends, family and a job. Well, you can always get new friends and jobs aren't that great anyway but family is kind of irreplaceable whether you want a new one or not so I can see how you might feel a bit stuck in that case.

I just don't do well in snow with one exception. The ski resort vacation! See, if you don't have anything to do like go to work, school or whatever and you can just sit by a fire and be toasty warm and drink hot cocoa and look at the snow falling outside, see that's great! Nothing is better by the way than being in bed with a warm body (or two in my case sometimes) when it's cold and snowy outside (or on the floor in front of the fireplace fucking like animals is a good feeling too). Of course that's the only snow experience I've had anyway. In the winter I sometimes go up to Bear Mountain which is only a couple hours from Santa Monica where I live. Its kind of funny actually because it's nice and warm here and I'll drive by the beach to get on the 10 freeway to go out to Bear Mountain and in a couple of hours I'm at a ski resort covered in snow. Isn't Southern California fantastic?

I have no idea how to ski but I learned how to snowboard VERY fast. See, since I've been surfing all my life including competative surfing, the basic idea of snowboarding was very similar. It took me a little while to figure out the nuances and adjust to it but the movements and control wasn't that different so I picked it up very fast. I would go up there with my friends and spend the whole day snowboarding and by the end of the day I was tired and sore and we would spend the rest of the evening toasty warm inside and if we were really lucky, the warmth would be from enjoying each other's bodies. Of course one thing I had to get used to with snowboarding was the fact that when you fall, you hit the ground which is rather hard and it can hurt. With surfing you fall, you hit water, not so bad. Unless of course you're in shallow water and you hit coral. I've done that a bunch and cut the crap out of myself more times than I can count. I try to be careful about it but sometimes these things can't be helped.

Okey, besides the cold there was one other issue which is that this girl lives in a small town. So we've already established that I'm a warm weather girl, but I'm also a big city girl too. I think that's why I love living in Los Angeles so much. So many options, lots to do and since I love fetish and bondage so much, there's always options for that too. It may sound wierd for me to say I'm a big city girl since I didn't grow up in a big city. Let's face it, the entire state of Hawaii only has a little over a million people which is the size of a small to medium sized city on the mainland. 90% of that population by the way is on Oahu which is where Honolulu is. I grew up on Maui which already has a pretty small population and when you take out the haoles who own houses there but are only there part time in the year and the tourists, there really aren't that many residents. I'm from a small town called Wailuku which is kind of near Kahului which is where the main airport is for the island. These towns by the way are on the opposite side of the island as most of the big tourist resorts and areas like Lahaina. So maybe that's the other thing, growing up in such a small town it was hard for me to do anything sexual or fetish like because everyone heard everything all the time. All you needed was for one person to catch you doing anything wrong or wierd and the news would get around faster than if I had simply taken out a billboard of a size visible from space! I like that in Los Angeles, no one really cares. There's so many freaks and weirdos here, some in a good way and some not, that if you want to walk down the street wearing a rubber catsuit, it doesn't matter. It's not like my grandma is going to find out or anything. Of course being Los Angeles, it might be a little warm to wear that on a regular basis and besides, it doesn't really rain here very often anyway. Still, I'm sure I can find a lot of other ways to be the sexy little fetish bitch that I am without having to live in cold, wet or snowy weather, but that doesn't mean I can't come for visit, right?

No Party for Maliia, Just Pain

I thought I was going to go to a cool bondage party on Friday night. That was my plan and I figured if I could find someone to go with, because after all, I don’t like to go by myself to these things and besides, why shouldn’t a cute little muffin like me have her own entourage right? Anyway, I did find a couple of fetish friends to go with which was cool and I was totally excited about it. I even had plans to dress up as a bondage schoolgirl with the super short plaid skirt, white fishnets, black stiletto platform heels, white shirt tied off just over my little boobs and of course my black hair in pigtails, though I was kind of considering going with something more along the lines of traditional latex/pvc fetish with a pair of fishnets, pvc skirt, shiny pvc knee high boots in black and corset and of course a cute little dog collar and leash. Obviously I would have worn the collar and leash no matter what I ended up with covering the rest of my cute little brown body, after all, a bitch in heat like me needs to be controlled right?

Now most of you also know that in addition to bondage, exhibitionism and humiliation and sex being big aspects of my lifestyle, so is being athletic. I love different sports, especially surfing, bicycling and I do some kickboxing too which really keeps me in shape and is good because I’m such a small girl that it’s good for me to know how to defend myself if I should need to. I also play tennis sometimes though I’m not very good at it but as I mentioned in a previous blog posting, I’m very competitive which means I hate to lose, I love to win and if I’m not good at something I keep working at it until I am. My tennis game still isn’t all that great but I am getting better and I look really hot running around out there in my cute little outfit. See, this is why I think I have a better chance of beating a guy than a girl. Sure, the guy has advantages on me of height, strength and who knows what else, but my theory is if I wear something really sexy and show my little body off and shake the right parts, there’s no way he’ll be able to concentrate well enough to beat me. I’m thinking the theory also may work on lesbian and bi girls I might play with too, so really the only people I should have trouble beating are the straight girls. Well, it’s a theory anyway.

So here’s the thing, I was playing tennis on Friday morning and I did okey but not great but I had a lot of fun and got in a great exercise. About an hour after though my back and neck started really hurting and by the time I went out to lunch down on Third Street here in Santa Monica with a friend, I couldn’t turn my head at all and just moving I got stabbing pains. It wasn’t fun. So I took the rest of the day to rest and by the evening I was feeling a little better but I had to cancel my plans to go to that particular bondage party. It sucks because I was totally ready for becoming a slant eyed bimbo fuck-slut for some lucky girl or guy and who knows what kind of control, restraint or degrading humiliations I would have suffered! Yesterday I was feeling much better but I still had a little pain so I took it easy again and skipped going to the gym like I usually do. I hate missing exercises too. Even today I’m still a little sore but it’s getting better and at least I was able to get in a half hour on the elliptical training machine. I love those!

There we have it. There’s good pain and bad pain. Good sore and bad sore. It’s good when I’m sore from a great exercise or even from a really great fucking in my juicy little cunt. It’s even fine if my ass hurts a little from getting fucked and certainly I can put up with a little pain from a spanking on my firm little brown ass or a whipping on my smooth skin or clamps on my big nipples or hanging on my slick pussy lips, but that kind of pain I had was just no fun.

I have no idea what caused it, I’m guessing it was something I did during tennis and just didn’t realize it. I’m glad it’s getting better though because it means I’ll be back to being my usual naughty little bitch in heat self in no time. I’ll have more opportunities to be a slick little fetish slut in latex or a bad schoolgirl in a dog collar and leash and with any luck, you’ll still want to punish my nasty little oriental body for being so naughty!

Bondage Chatrooms can be Fun if you Chat with Cool People!

You know lately I think I've either had way too much time on my hands or maybe I'm just hornier than usual because from time to time I'll go venture into an online bondage chatroom. In case you're wondering what chatroom I'm talking about, if you click the chatrooms link at the top of my webcage (at maliia.com), then you'll see what I'm talking about. You know I've never really been a big fan of cybersex in the traditional way because I've never seen much point to it. You know, I just picture a guy sitting there typing how hot the girl he's conversing with is making him and playing with himself as they mentally create a scene and then of course the person on the other end who may or may not be what they say they are may or may not be getting off as well.

For me when I go to chat I prefer to talk about a lot of the same things I like to talk about at my webcage. I like to have conversations with people about what their experiences have been, what they're hoping to try or fantasizing about that they would be hesitant to try. Of course I don't mind sharing my thoughts and experiences and fantasies too although you know, I have such a dirty little mind that a chat like that with me could take all day! Still, it's nice to do that and sometimes if the conversation gets really interesting and we seem to share a lot of interests in common, then we can talk about the kinds of things that might be fun to do to each other. Not in a "I'm tying a rope around your cock and now I'm pinching your nipple" kind of way because since I'm not there, obviously I'm not doing that, but rather in a if we ever got together, these are some of the ways I would probably approach a scene with you or this is how I would want to play with you kind of way. Those are the frankly the kinds of chats I like the best and they can be very interesting and exciting and you can get a good sense of how the person likes to play for real by finding how how they would approach a scene with you or vice versa. For me it doesn't matter if the person I'm talking to is a 20 year old playboy model wanna-be or a 50 year old guy in his parent's basement pretending to be the playboy model wanna be. I'm more interested in the person's mind and what they have to say and how creative and interesting they can be and whether their interests align with my own in terms of fetish and sexual play. Sure, its nice to believe that the person you're talking to is the one you have a mental image of, but since you don't always know that, its better not to even think in those terms and just go with the flow you know?

In the process though I've found a few things that really annoyed me. One of them is a similar complaint to some of the emails I get and that's the fact that most people do online what they would never do for real. I would get messages from people, again mostly guys and sorry guys but you've got some from your team who just aren't representing you well, who come right out and say "fuck me bitch" or "suck my cock". Others are a little more subtle and they'll start out with "tell me about yourself" or the less polite" a/s/l". See, maybe I'm just crazy or out of touch with the reality of online chatrooms, but to me, if you're going to contact someone, the polite thing to do is to introduce yourself before you start asking questions and making demands. You know, a little "hi, my name is Maliia, I'm Asian, petite body and black hair", then ask about the other person. Seriously, you wouldn't go up to someone on the street and just say "tell me about yourself" would you? If you went on a blind date even you'd at least say "hi I'm Maliia" before you start asking questions. We'll, you wouldn't say "hi, I'm Maliia", but I would. You get the point though right? The thing is that people lose all concept of the behavior online and while that might be generally accepted and just part of the way it goes, I get that, I still don't think its right. I think in an environment in which you have to go on what the person says without any other forms of sensory input, it's even more inportant that those words convey a lot about who you are. Someone who makes demands or asks questions without any introduction tells me the person is rude and I won't chat with them because I see them as a waste of time. Does that make sense.

Of course a lot of people do it right and I have some great conversations in chat, but still, that doesn't mean I haven't hit a lot of people who just didn't quite line up with my interests. Certainly I get a lot of guys who just want sex. They kind of pretend to be into BDSM because they see it as a way to get into a girl's panties, or mine for that matter, but really, they just want to get laid and if its with a hot little oriental muffin like me, well that's even better. Of course if I wanted to get laid I can do that, I don't need a chatroom for that. What I like the chatroom for is more cerebral you know? Like I said above about sharing things and finding creative, interesting people. Sometimes though it can get a little too creative if you know what I mean. For example, I was chatting with a guy who seemed pretty cool and I shared a little of my fetishes and then he shared his. Unfortunately, his didn't line up with mine. His fetish you ask? He wanted to dance with me on a dance floor that had 4-5 wimps lined up head to foot on the floor. I'm not sure where that fetish comes from or whether he's had a chance to try it in real life, but it seemed a bit odd for my tastes.

The there's people who's interpretation of extreme differs from mine as well. For example, I was chatting with a supposed Mistress and she asked me about the most humiliating things I've done and I told her a couple, and then I asked her what are the most humliiating things she's made someone do and her answer you ask? She made someone accept a demotion at work for 3 months without fighting it. Now certainly taking a demotion at work may very well bring up all kinds of emotions and humiliation may be one of them, but its definately not sexual humiliation which when you're talking to someone in the lifestyle is generally what you're thinking of and besides, she didn't cause the guy to get demoted, I'm guessing he was just spending too much time surfing websites like mine and not enough time actually working. No, her imposition of humiliation was simply to order him not to object to the demotion, and that's assuming he could have done anything about it anyway. Clearly that Mistress and this slavegirl were NOT meant for each other.

I still try to pop into a chatroom every once in a while when I get a chance but I'm very strict about my chatroom ettiquette. People who do it right and seem interesting or creative and can hold my attention I enjoy and the others, well sorry to say but first impressions count for a lot and the person may be great and interesting or whatever but if he can't come across like that in the beginning, I just don't have the patience for it.

So if you're ever in the chatrooms and you see Maliia, it's either me or it's someone pretending to be me and hopefully if it's not me, they'll be just as fun, creative and cool as I am. If not, I'll have to go hunt them down and kick their ass! Anyway, I'm considering going to a bondage party tonight but I'm not sure yet, I have to see if the people I want to go with are going to end up going or not. I hope so though, I'm thinking schoolgirl slave for tonight. You know, a little different from my usual puppygirl or latex/pvc slavegirl routine but still with a little bdsm edge to it. So have a great weekend, share your thoughts about this or any of my other postings or if you have any experiences or fantasies you want to share, do it in my forum section, I try to read that a lot whereas email I get backed up on. Remember to be naughty and if you see a cute little Asian slavegirl on a leash and dressed like a schoolgirl tonight, be polite and say hello and introduce yourself. It might be me!

Maliia's Panties are for Maliia...Get Your Own!

It’s a given that I attract unusual people into my life. Let’s face it, when you’re a bi switch bondage bitch, you tend to have relationships with people who are a little bit out of the mainstream unless of course the mainstream has resorted to chaining up naughty little girls and boys and training them to be horny sex slaves in bondage. I’m pretty sure that’s not going to be the party platform for the Republicans this year, though quite frankly it would probably be a huge improvement over what they’ve already got. Don’t get me wrong, the Democrats could use that kind of boost to their platform as well, but I’ve always thought of them more as cross dressers and less as sadomasochists. Of course that’s just my own interpretation in the wonderful world of Maliia. It’s good to be me.

Of course this isn’t to say that a Republican can’t be a cross dresser and this brings us to one of those valuable life lessons that you really only get through real experience. The thing is, I’ve always liked guys who were a lot bigger than me. It’s not that hard, at only 5’2 and less than 100 pounds most guys, even the little Tom Cruise Napoleon wanna-bes of the world look pretty big next to me. Still, I tend to go for a guy who is at least six feet and in good shape.

For a while I dated a guy who was a little shorter than average but it was fine. His name was Bruce or at least that’s what he would be called if I were the one who named him. His real name is being withheld but he knows who he is. I’ve been asked before if I’ve ever tried to have a normal vanilla relationship and I have. Bruce is a good example in which I met a guy and didn’t mention anything about bondage, fetish, pee play, latex, bisexuality or being a cum slut. I was a very good girl! Anyway, he was a very nice guy. A little too nice if you know what I mean. Sometimes a girl needs a firm hand to keep her in line you know. No, I’m not talking about a slap in the face or abuse; unless of course that’s what the girl wants and it’s consensual. Believe me though, even if it is consensual, you try to pull that crap out in public and people will be all over the guy like flies on shit.

I’ll give you an example. I hate rollerblading. I know that seems to come out of left field but stay with me, I’m going somewhere with this. You would think I would like it because it’s outside, athletic, easy to do in Santa Monica, but it’s just not my thing. I tried it once though with Bruce. We went down to the bike path that runs along the beach to give it a shot because apparently he was really into it He also for reasons unknown to me at the time decided to wear a really tight muscle shirt and those really tight bicycle pants. I didn’t get that because we weren’t going on a bicycle which is too bad because it would have been a lot more fun. I of course wore a really cute pair of shorts that showed off my tight little ass just right and a cute spaghetti strap halter top. I was hot and my little tits and firm little brown legs were ready to attract notice from anything that moved that was half decent looking.

So I got on the rollerblades and started sliding down the path. As you may have guessed, we don’t get a lot of freezing weather over in Hawaii so ice skating isn’t something I had a lot of exposure to as a child. My arms were flailing about like I was trying to fly which judging by the way the other people were rollerblading probably wasn’t the proper form. After nearly hitting at least a dozen people with my flailing arms and crashing to the ground countless times thereby ruining my smooth little brown legs, I ended up falling on my face, literally and I got a hairline fracture in my nose and lots of fun little bruises all over my knees. See, call me old fashioned but I think if a girl is going to get bruises on her knees, it should be from being chained while kneeling and giving blow jobs. Isn’t that what it said in the constitution? Maybe that was a different document.

Clearly the rollerblading wasn’t going to work out so we gave up and after a lovely little hospital visit in which I was adorned with a very unfashionable white bandage and had time to admire my newly acquired black eyes, we went out to eat at a trendy Chinese restaurant on Sunset Blvd. I’m always wary of going to Asian restaurants because as much as I like the food, a high percentage of the time I end up with job offers to be a waitress. I think it’s the slanty eyes that brings that about. Anyway, through the whole dinner the waitress was being really nice to me and really rude to Bruce and giving him the evil eye. She was really cute and I thought that maybe she was a lipstick lesbian who picked up a bi vibe from me and wanted him out of the picture, or maybe it was just some sort of oriental connection given that Bruce was one of you haole roundeyed types. Either way I thought it was really rude right up to the point in which she dumped a drink in his lap. It looked accidental, though I don’t think it was, and when he got up to go clean himself up, the waitress leaned over to me and told me that I should leave him because I didn’t have to take his abuse. It was at this point that everything clicked in my little Asian bimbo head and I realized that everyone in the restaurant had been staring at me and especially at him and here was a tiny Island girl with black eyes who looks like she just lost a boxing match. By the time I put the pieces together though the waitress had already moved on and Bruce was on his way back, so there was no chance to explain that not only didn’t he beat me up but there’s a strong chance I could kick his ass without breaking a sweat or spilling my drink. Clearly this date wasn’t going well and sadly it was actually the high point of the relationship.

It was a week later and we woke up together at my place at 5:30 in the morning. I know that seems early but I like to get out to Malibu by 6 or 6:30 to surf when I can. I told Bruce that he could stay in bed and just lock up when he left. After all, I don’t expect anyone else to want to get up at that ridiculous hour. I loaded one of my short boards in the Jeep along with some other things I would need and I hit the road. I was only out for about ten minutes when I realized I forgot my wetsuit. This is not good. The water is very cold and while hard nipples are a turn on usually, I don’t like cold too much so I turned the Jeep around and went home. I walked in and there, in the living room was Bruce. He was wearing a pair of my fishnets pulled to the middle of his thighs where the strained against his legs and attached to a pvc garter belt that seemed to labor just to stay closed around his waist. He had on one of my black g-string panties and was struggling to stretch the bra over his chest when I walked in. What the fuck are you doing? I screamed at him. He was shocked like a deer in headlights. I mean lets face it, he was busted, what was he going to do. Granted, this kind of behavior is par for the course for my relationships and to be honest, I’ve forced a guy to become my little sissy fuckpet with a leash attached to a lock on his cock on more than one occasion, but this guy actually had me thinking he was vanilla and I come home to find him wearing my sexy lingerie. This is seriously fucked up. He was totally embarrassed and said that he understood how I felt. I said the hell you do. Goddamn it, do you have any idea what you’ve done you fucking asshole? Actually I used a lot more dirty words than that but in the interests of time, I’m trying to consolidate them.

He said “I’m sorry” over and over and then explained that he loved to dress up in lingerie sometimes and how he loved the way it felt and he felt closer to me when he wore my panties (used of course) how he hoped I wouldn’t judge him because of it. He then asked me if I was angry with him for not telling me about his fetish. I said I don’t give a shit about that you asshole, I’m not mad you didn’t tell me, I’m mad because you’ve just stretched out and ruined over a hundred dollars worth of lingerie. You dick! I loved those fishnets and that’s my favorite garter! Now I have to go out and buy new stuff. What an asshole. If you want to play dress up, at least do it in your own fucking size.

Needless to say, that was the end of that. Not because he likes to dress like me, after all, that can be fun sometimes, but rather because if a guy is going to do that, he needs to do it with his own stuff, not mine! So now I try to date guys who are much taller than me so there’s no way there could ever be any confusion about whether or not he can fit into my panties. Seriously, I have some nice stuff, I don’t want it ruined. The other thing is that I learned that hey, I am a fetish girl so I just attract it. There’s no point in trying to be something I’m not and pretending to be a plain vanilla girl next door type when I’m all kinds of wild flavors rolled into one. I might as well just accept that about myself so now I make it pretty well known near the beginning that this is who I am and either you’re cool with it or you can get the hell out. Nice attitude huh? Because let’s face it. If you’re going to have a fetish, you should do it right. None of this fetish in the fucking closet on the weekends when no one’s looking for this girl. No way. If I’m going out with a guy or girl who’s into fetish, he or she better damn well be good at it and the only way to do that is with constant practice and improvement. Of course that could explain why I’m such a desirable little Asian slutty bitch and oriental dominatrix. I love to do it so much I guess somewhere along the way I just got pretty good at it, not to say there isn’t always new stuff to learn, but in the meantime, maybe I should start locking my lingerie up when I leave the house.

How to get Any Girl to do Anything You Want...Including Maliia

I feel like I've been talking about cum a lot lately. I like the stuff but you know there's just so many aspects of sexual fun and cum or even the act of orgasming is just one of them. To be honest, there's a lot of fun to be had in the middle of the process too and as someone said to me in an email today, if guys would enjoy the journey and not worry so much about the destination, they'd have even more fun with it. Think about that. If you're a guy and you're willing to do anything before you cum, imagine how many great things you can do and would be willing to explore. For example, I've definitely noticed that I get a lot more interest in my vanilla sex postings as opposed to the ones with more of a focus on bondage or fetish activities. Some people have even commented to me that they like reading what I have to write sure, but they just aren't that into the bondage part. That's cool and all but given that this is a big part of what I'm about, you have to figure that if you're going to read about me and visit my webcage at maliia.com, then you're going to have to endure a good amount of bondage and fetish talk. I would hope that you would like those areas as much as I do and I know some of the people who are really into bdsm do like it but this is where I'm going with it and this is just as an example. For the vanilla sex people who say they aren't really into it, maybe they aren't which is cool or maybe they just haven't given it a try for any one of a number of reasons. As I said before, guys are a lot more willing to try new things when they're in that period when they're trying to get off, so if you want to try something new that could make your experience a lot more intense, try adding in a little more spice to the process. You might be surprised by what you get out of it.

Now what about for the girls? See that's the other thing. I've gotten a lot of comments from guys asking how they can get their girlfriend or wife to lick or play with their cum or do whatever kinky thing they're into or in some cases, they want to figure out how they can get a certain girl in bed with them. As I said in a previous post, there are a lot of things that don't work but now I thought I would share something that definitely works on most girls, especially me. Compliments!

I'm serious. I love to be compliment like you won't believe. Even the most boring, obnoxious pain in the ass can score a few extra points with me simply by making a tasteful but complimentary comment about me. Nice eyes, beautiful hair, great legs. If its someone I know a little better and they want to get me turned on, it's perfectly fine if they compliment other parts of my body too. Here's the thing to do though. First, all girls have areas they're insecure about. It's just a fact. It's no different from a guy with a teenie weenie, he doesn't want a girl to make fun of it, that will make him feel like shit right? But he will respond more favorably to the girl who makes him feel like its not an issue or that there are other more important qualities. Same with girls. Take me for example, I'm pretty secure about myself and my sexuality, I think that's pretty obvious, but still I have areas I'm insecure about. One area is that I have tiny tits. It's true, no way for me to get around that unless I go get a boob job which is an idea but not part of this topic. So if a guy were to say how much he likes my tits or how much my nipples turn him on or if he gently squeezed my little tits and paid them a lot of attention, well that especially turns me on because not only do I get the sexual act, but I also feel really good that this area that I was insecure about is something he's really into so I don't have to feel the need to hide it or be embarrassed about it, see?

On the other hand, doing the opposite and saying something to emphasize her insecurities is bad, bad bad. That's like saying to the teenie weenie guy, hey, if you give me a microscope and a pair of tweezers I'll jerk you off. Come on. If your girl has large or dangly pussy lips, don't say hey, that's a nice deli meat tray. The thing is, even if you do like that about her, if you don't communicate that fact and you only say the comment in the way that emphasizes the insecurity, then she's not going to know that you like that about her, she'll feel bad, she won't get into it and without being into it she's less likely to do fun things like let you chain her up or cum on her face.

I've had some guys give me compliments that were really insults. You want to be careful not to do this even if its by accident. Like I've had some people say hey, your boobs are really cute given how tiny they are. Thanks. Why would you want to emphasize something I'm insecure about in a negative way. Just say they're cute boobs and be done with it. Why qualify it as for their size, they're really cute. Besides, cute isn't a good word to use with boobs anyway. There's better words like perky, beautiful, stunning, whatever. I don't have a dictionary with me. That's the thing though, most girls, and I'm no exception, love to be complimented and told how beautiful or hot or kinky they are or whatever. It doesn't matter if its not true, if you want that girl to be your little slut (and by the way, chances are she wants to be a slut for you, you just have to help her feel comfortable letting her inner slut out to play) then you have to make her feel good about herself, comfortable with whatever you're doing and if you have to lie a little to make her feel good then do it! Trust me, it's worth it!

It's also a great way to ease a girl into more bdsm activities. I've had guys say to me that my butt looks so firm and tight that they want to give it a spank and you know what? I often will let them! Why not, they made me feel good about myself and see, now I want to show off my tight little ass to them and anyone else because I have a good feeling about it.

I know a lot of this seems obvious and yet, you wouldn't believe how many guys get this wrong. Again, I'm a great example of this. When I get emails complimenting my webcage at maliia.com or especially complimenting my little body or some of the bondage I've done or talking about how much they'd like to see my cute little body chained up or dressed in this fetish outfit or rubber or on a leash or as a ponygirl or puppy or whatever, it's very hot and I'm a lot more likely to want to start up a friendship with that person and who knows where that could lead! Seriously, compliments are not only the key to my heart, but also the key to my pussy and if you're interested, my ass as well. People who put in the effort to know me, know what I'm into and can get a feel for what really pushes my buttons are a lot more likely to go far with me. It's because they can engage in verbal humiliation and talk about things that get me hot. I'll give you an example. Last week a guy emailed me and his email really excited me. It was like he knew exactly what to say. Keep in mind, he wasn't rude or disrespectful to me. This wasn't a "fuck me now bitch" email. Instead he told me a little about himself which is nice. Then he talked about what he liked about me and specifically what he liked in a way that was perfect for me. He talked about how good I would look with pierced nipples and how that would really show off my tits nicely. How he'd like to lock my nipple rings together and tattoo ownership information on my pussy and turn me into a total Asian bimbo slut. It's not just what he said mind you that was so interesting, it was the way he said it too which unfortunately I didn't convey very well here. He was firm, respectful and graphic all at the same time. It was so interesting to me that I really wanted to stay in touch with him and hear more of what he had to say.

See, compliments combined with taking the time to know what turns the girl on can really get you far, maybe even further than you ever could have imagined. Of course that's just my perspective. I'm not saying all girls will do anything you say just because you say something nice once in a while, but I am saying that many girls including me will respond far more positively and be a lot more open minded with you. Hey, I've said before that the brain is the best sexual organ and words can be a big part of that. Turn on a girl's brain and you should be able to turn on her body too, and that goes for me too. If you want to get my body hot and wet, just get my brain excited first.

Maliia's Theories on Post Cum Motivation

You know I love talking about sex and yes I am very open about my own sexuality and what I think about things and that's good for everyone. I'm just not the kind of girl who likes to play coy or shy and pretend that I'm a good little girl because as we all know, I pretty much revel in the idea of being a slut. Not just any kind of slut mind you, after all there are many kinds ranging from the good girl who wants to tease to a common street whore. I on the other hand probably fall somewhere in the middle in that I love sex, I love creative, interesting things, but I do have my limits and I don't mind drawing a line sometimes. The other distinction that I have to make is the fact that I am a bondage slut (or bondage whore if you prefer) in that although I don't always incorporate bondage play into my sexual activities, nor do I have to, I do enjoy doing that quite a bit and I especially love to be surprised and shocked by creativity that really blows my mind and makes me think wow, I never would have thought of that. What is that you ask? Well, I don't know, if I did it probably wouldn't be as big of a surprise but it's kind of like how the government approaches pornography. Maybe you can't define it, but you know it when you see it.I really enjoyed talking about cum the other day and I got a great response from people, mostly guys, who were happy to share their own thoughts on it and I thought that was terrific.

The subject of cum is a big one of course and really it's what all of this sexual fun comes down to. For guys of course it's the sticky stuff that usually ends up on my face or in my pussy or mouth, and for girls it's a little different and in my case can often end up as something that runs down my smooth firm brown legs leaving faint white streaks. Of course the nice thing about having dried pussy juice on your legs (or even dried cum on your face) is that if you are in public like that, it's really not something most people will suspect right away and even if they do, they'll probably be too embarrassed themselves to just come up to you and say "excuse me miss, but is that dried cum on your face and pussy juice on your leg"? So as a result, it's really not that embarrassing to go out like that usually. A little dirty feeling, sure, but sometimes when I'm out and wearing a skirt and no panties (and I do try to avoid panties whenever possible) and I get excited, well, things just happen.

I'm trying to get to a point here which is about cum and more specifically about orgasms. We all know many women including myself are able to experience multiple orgasms. You have one, you're not done, you keep going and maybe you'll have another and perhaps another after that. We don't exactly need time to recharge you know? So just because we cum, we keep going with the sex and it's pretty easy generally for us to want to maintain our interest in it. Don't get me wrong, there are times when it's enough already and you just want to get some sleep or you're just getting worn out, but at least for me it takes a while to get to that point and until I'm there, I'm pretty much as open minded and willing to try and do things as I was when I started no matter how many orgasms I've had to that point.

Well that brings us to the cruel joke of nature that can only be described as the male orgasm. See, the other day someone brought what can be a very serious problem for a submissive up to me but certainly I think it's a problem for the entire male gender. A guy will do anything before he cums. Seriously, I can talk a guy into almost anything until that point. Fuck you in the ass? Sure, no problem. Chain you up? Take you out in public dressed like a sissy little bitch? Why not! Or more directly to the issue that most women face; lick my pussy until I orgasm at least three times. Fine, they think, they'll agree if it gets them closer to their own orgasm. The thing is gang, the second the male cums, in that split second when the boys fly out of the hole and the one eyed monster throws up its yogurt, all desire and interest flies out with it. In the split second before, a guy would be willing to do almost anything but a nanosecond afterwards, forget about it.

The guy I was talking to said his problem was that his Mistress would order him to eat his cum, and he didn't want to do it. The problem as I pointed it out was once he came, he lost interest so while he would have gladly done it before he came, after, forget about it. That's tough though because until you cum, there is no cum to eat. You may recall I had this same problem a few weeks ago with the guy who bought me the locking dildo/plug harness and I made him my bondage bitch and fucked his ass. This guy wanted to be my bitch and he would obey my every command. He had me fucking his ass for Christ sakes but the second he came that was it. Time had run out in the fourth quarter and he was ready to leave the stadium. I had to threaten him just to get him to come back and lick his sticky mess off my hardwood floor!

So that's just the way it is, guys just aren't as interested after as before. I know some of you guys out there are probably thinking that doesn't apply to you and you would be just as interested after and okay, some of you might be but let's be honest, there are a lot of things a guy will say to a girl, and even to himself before he cums. It's like dealing with two different people and just like with multiple personality disorder, one personality may be aware of the other in vague terms but they aren't intimately aware of what the other is doing. So when a guy is in pre-cum mode, maybe he forgets what it feels like to be post cum and lose interest so he has this belief that he's different and he'll act differently post cum. Let's face it though, if 90% of the guys out there lose interest post cum, you may be the exception, but statistically speaking, you probably aren't.

I don't think we girls can really change this either. Hey, this is just they way you guys are. You saw, you came and you went. Instead I think girls need to take a creative approach to dealing with the issue. In my case, I think the best way is to squeeze as much as I can out before the guy cums. I figure I better get in as many orgasms as I can before he pops his juice because afterwards it probably won't happen until he recharges. Likewise the Mistress of the guy who left me a note was also creative. She made her submissive cum in a glass, then gave him time to recharge, then when he started to get crazy again she made him eat the cum from the first time. Since he was worked up again, he was willing to do it whereas in the few minutes right after, he wouldn't have been too excited about that.
Of course he did have a question about whether cum tastes better when it's warm or if temperature doesn't matter. To be honest, most of the cum I've ever swallowed was warm and even cum that I've licked up was fairly fresh and hasn't had much time to really cool. It's not like the guy cums on my tits and I let it sit there for an hour and then go back and scoop it up with my fingers and eat it. If I'm going to eat it, it's in the first few seconds so I can't answer the cold question but if anyone has any insights into whether cum tastes better warm versus cold, I'd love to hear it.Anyway so those are my insights in the whole male and a little bit of the female cum motivational sexuality picture. I know this isn't exactly new information but I like talking about it and who better to hear it from than a little oriental bondage whore, right?

Maliia's Dressup Choice for Halloween? Lame Girl!

I had a lot of great responses to my question about what to go as for Halloween and it really brought up some great points that I wanted to thank you for. One of the biggest points that really struck me was the fact that here was I was trying to figure out how to dress as a slut, except that's what I always do. Halloween is an opportunity for people to step out of themselves and be what they're not or at least to be a fantasy that they can easily dismiss as just a Halloween costume if they ever got pressed on it. It was brought up many times that naughty schoolgirls, nurses and even dominatrixes to a degree are way overdone on Halloween because its a chance for girls who may be a little naughty on the inside, to show it off on the outside without any reprecussions. Ordinarily if I dress like that I stand out because I do it on occasions in which most girls aren't trying to be slutty. The conclusion was that if I dressed like that for Halloween, I would basically be running with the crowd which I hate to do because I like for my cute little brown body to stand out and be noticed, and the only way to do that in that case would be to out slut the sluts which would be a challenge.

Of the suggestions I put up, that left puppygirl and ponygirl. I liked them both and they definately had a lot of sexual overtones to them and to be honest, I was leaning towards ponygirl although having a bit in my mouth would make it a little difficult to drink anything but that's just how things go I guess. Some of the comments though made the observation that I'm a total slut and bondage whore the other 364 days of the year. If Halloween is meant to be a chance to dress up as something that you're not, at least on the outside usually then wouldn't it be a great chance for me to go in the opposite direction with it and go totally conservative. Not to say it couldn't be done in a sexy way. Some suggestions were the librarian with the glasses, hair in the bun but tight conservative clothes that show a little off of my body. Other ideas of the conservative ran along these lines as well.

What I ultimately ended up doing was something that I am very ashamed of and dissapointed by. I've always had a total lack of respect for the person on Halloween who basically dresses up as him/herself. It's not much of a stretch and you're not really being something different. That's one of the reasons that me dressing up as a slut or bondage animal, while it could be sexy and maybe even unique, isn't really a stretch for me. It's kind of like a guy who's a doctor dressing up for Halloween as a doctor, or a cheerleader who dresses up as a cheerleader. It's not that original. Sure, if you didn't know that person was a doctor or cheerleader, you might be impressed by how authentic not only their costume is but their ability to play the role as well.

I was really hoping to break out of that mold of what I am I guess because I always have the most fun when I do. The best idea I had was to mix the conservative with the fetish and go as a latex/rubber nun or something. Unfortunately, I didn't feel I had the right accessories for it and let's face it, a latex nun outfit is pretty expensive and it didn't make sense to get one at this time and besides, its hard for me to find my size in that sort of thing anyway, especially at the last minute.

So what did I end up doing? Seriously, it's a letdown. One person made a suggeston that I get a pareau which is a Hawaiian cloth that can be tied a number of different ways and basically go as a Hawaiian girl. That's a stretch for me. It's kind of a weak take on going as a hula girl, except in my case, I really was a hula girl. Lame huh? Well, I have a few pareaus and I was running out of time and ideas so I tied the pareau so it just covered my lower body and left my boobs exposed. My hair is long enough that it can cover my nipples so I did my hair so it hung over my boobs but I had to put some tape on my nipples to hide them just in case my hair got brushed aside (which it did on many occasions) because this wasn't the kind of place where you could have public nudity. You can come close, but you just can't go over that line. Anyway, I made a lei and did some other things and sure I got a lot of compliments about my outfit and everyone said I was the cutest little Hawaiian girl but I still felt like it was lame. Oh well. I think the key for next year is going to be to plan ahead this time and try to remember the lessons I've learned from this year. Not to try and outslut the sluts, not to leave it to the last minute and definately not to be something that I already am but instead to be something very different from what I usually am.

So that's my Halloween story. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time and I hope you had fun for your Halloween too! Now I just need to figure out whether I'm feeling dominant so I'll dress more dominatrix like or submissive and I'll dress more like a submissive for the bondage party I'll go to tommorow night. See, these kinds of issues never end! Maybe I should just dress like a little latex bondage whore and let the other people there and my mood decide whether I'm a cruel Asian dominatrix or a cute little oriental slave toy on a leash. Hey, it's good to be flexible right?