Slave Maliia's Fetish Thoughts

Pee Play is the Game Anyone Can Do!

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 22:56:00 +0000

Everyone pees. Well, everyone who is fairly healthy and doesn't have any kind of strange non peeing disease does anyway. The point is that its a pretty normal thing. I pee, you pee, we all pee. The streets will run yellow with our pee! So here's the thing, for something so normal, why does it turn some people on so much?I know it doesn't turn everyone on, there's plenty of people who think of peeing as just one of those things you have to do and they want as little to do with their own pee as possible but the thought of even having thoughts of other people's pee is a bit much. I get how this feels, I'm this way with scat play. What is scat play you ask? Good question. Thats where you have your fun playing literally in shit. Generally not your own shit either but I'm guessing someone else's. Thing is, that just wierds me out. Even thinking about my own is like eww disgusting but necessary but i definately don't want to think about anyone else's.

So I can see that side of things and yet, I'm totally good with pee play. Its generally pretty harmless stuff but I guess it goes along the lines of being covered in someone else's fluids. I'm pretty picky about the fluids I like to be covered in, generally there's only 3 that I'll go along with and those are saliva, cum/pussy juice and pee.

There's really a lot of ways you can pee play too. First of all I just want to say theres a lot of people who have enjoyed watching me pee. This is probably the easiest of the pee fetishes because it just involves a little voyeurism. I squat down, spread my legs, my pussy is nice and obvious and after a few seconds a warm wet stream of my pee starts coming out. If people enjoy watching me do that then great, more power to them. I've been to parties and such before and I'll be like oh I have to pee and someone will say they want to watch and I'm good with that. Sure, why not, bring your friends too! As for me, I love watching another girl pee too, its very sexy. Watching guys pee on the other hand I'm not sure about. I don't mind it or anything but its just not as sexy to me.

The next level is to be peed on. I'll admit I've squatted over quite a few people's bodies and let my warm piss cover them. This is a two for one because they not only get the pee covering them but they also get the show I talked about before in which they get to watch the pee coming out. What fun! I enjoy being peed on too, its very humiliating and this is an area in which although I like having girls pee on me because of the humliation factor and that its sexy, for pure humiliation, having guys pee on me can be exhilerating as well.

Finally we have drinking someone else's pee. Again I've squatted over people's faces and peed into their mouths and from time to time I'll notice they'll try to get a lick in on my pussy while its there. I've also had lots of pee to drink from the source. I love the humiliation aspect of drinking pee but the actual drinking of pee I'm not such a fan of. This is one of those things like pain that isn't a big turn on for me but I'll do it if its needed on the path to my own humiliation. So while salty warm pee doesn't really hit the spot for me, if it humiliates me then that feeling overtakes the one of thinking that this stuff doesn't taste all that great.

Are those the only ways to pee play? Of course not! Yes I guess a guy can put a funnel in my pussy or ass and pee in it or we can pee into glasses and drink it or some other combination but its all really just having fun in different ways with the same thing. So while pee play might not be your fetish, it definately turns a lot of people on including me. So next time you think of me squatting down, spreading my legs, exposing my little pussy and peeing, maybe it will turn you on just a little. I'd love to hear your thoughts or experiences about pee, and until next time, sweet streams!

What Happens When Your Love Gets Old?

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 23:19:00 +0000

I've never been married unless you count the relationship I have either sex toys or my computer as a marriage, but I have friends who are or who have been in long term relationships. I can put them into two catagories. The ones who say that their sexual activity decreased after a few years of being together and the rest who are lying to me in the hopes that I'll take the bait and settle down. Sure, there are some couples who are just as sexually active today as they were the day they met, but I'm pretty sure that they're the very lucky exceptions.

It seems like all the advice people are always saying to keep the relationship fresh and try new things. I think thats important too, after all if you are always doing the same thing, it gets really super boring. Seriously! Even if that thing is really edgy and kinky like bondage play for example, if thats all you ever do, day in and day out without mixing it up a little, its going to get old after a while. So that sounds pretty easy right? Hey, lets just do something new tonight! Problem solved, call off the alarms, nothing to see here, right? Maybe not.

First, it takes creativity to keep thinking of new things. And its not just enough to know what your fantasies are, you have to come up with reasonable ways of exploring them! If thats not hard enough, you have to get someone else on board as well and their level of enthusiasm for it may range from woo woo to absolutely not. Somewhere in the middle is usually where you land and if the other person has landed on "it doesn't really interest me but I'll do it if it makes you happy", well how happy is that really going to make you? I mean sure you get to explore that fantasy which is always exciting but isn't the point of being in that relationship because you want to see that other person happy and you want for them to get enjoyment out of the things you enjoy too as you share them? You know, so that if you're sharing things you enjoy but its a burden or obligation to that other person, well that takes some of the fun out of it.

So lets assume you and the other person actually came up with a nice list of things that you both agree that you want to try together. Good for you! But you're not getting out of it that easily! There's another obstacle to overcome. You have to actually go and do it! I said I was never married thats true, but I have been in a lot of relationships and some were longer than others. Granted, my relationships might not be the best stick to compare to, I'm a pretty wild girl, but still, I know that you get into a rut of behavior and its hard to get out of it. People get tired or stressed and they just don't want to put in the effort. If the guy or girl gets horny, maybe they'll put in just enough effort to get themselves off sure but otherwise forget it. So sure it takes a lot of effort and willingness to overcome the stress or fatigue or desire just go watch the game and spend a little more time exchanging all kinds of bodily fluids.

This brings us to a friend of mine who recently asked me to help her. Apparently her husband liked to see her dress up in fetish outfits which she was happy to do for a while but over time she was dressing up less and less and not really putting the effort into it. She was usually more tired than horny and there was another issue of she often didn't feel like initiating sex and he didn't either so with neither person really making the first move unless one was particularly horny, very little sex was going on in that house.

Luckily they had a nice open talk and acknowledged that it was something both wanted to change. So they discussed some ideas and somehow a couple of the things they came up with involved me. Before you start thinking threesome, which was where I thought they were going with it, it was actually something else. See, I love threesomes and foursomes and whatever else but I also believe that it has to be between people who are casual with each other. When you start having group sex with some of the people involved being close relationship people, only a few special relationships can really handle that over the long term. No, that wasn't it at all. So she proposed two things she wanted me to do.

The first was for me to have sex with another girl in front of her husband and her. She said they both could enjoy it and as I and another girl were getting it on, it would turn them on and they would get busy too. I love having sex with other girls as much as any other bi girl, but I had to ask the question, why not just get a lesbian porn video? Isn't that pretty much the same thing? Apparently not. First, porn videos are 2 dimensional, you get sound and sight but none of the other senses, you can't control the action or visuals at all, the stories are often pretty poor and predictable and theres no interaction. Not that they wanted to interact with me while I had a girl's pussy rubbing against my face, but apparently giving my ass a little swat or squeezing my boob from either of them would be within acceptable behavior. So this sounded like a pretty reasonable argument. After all, maybe having two hot girls go at each other on your living room floor while you and your wife watch and get horny is a truly different experience from just popping in a lesbian dvd. I had to think on that one for a while.

The next idea she had was a domination fantasy. Apparently someone has been reading my blog, much to my surprise. I assumed that maybe 3 people were reading this and 2 probably kept reading holding out hope that one day I would slip and accidently include my phone number in there somewhere. So I have a reader! Wooo! That having been said, I had a blog many months ago in which I talked about how I did a favor for a pro Mistress who had a client who wanted to be dominated at the same time as a girl. So I was that girl. Now as you know I'm generally submissive so taking a sub role is fun and easy for me, but that doesn't mean I can't switch. Well apparently this woman and her husband started talking and they started to like the idea of both being dominated together. She was a little apprehensive about it claiming that she's not lesbian and she doesn't want to lick pussy or kiss the Mistress or whatever, but basically, the husband had this fantasy just like the other guy who went to the professional Mistress that he's dominated, controlled and restrained along with a girl, only he was cool with the girl being his wife. How fun!

So that's where they figured I came in which was I could be the Mistress. The idea being, there would be no sex between them and me, just between themselves but that I would control the scene and order the sex. In other words, my role would be to bind and chain them up in different ways, humiliate them a little, have them lick my boots, force them to kiss each other, rub against each other, give each other oral sex, etc. You know, all the fun foreplay stuff that couples should be doing with each other voluntarily!! Well sometimes getting people to do the foreplay takes a little motivation. I guess its easier to do it when theres a hot Asian girl in skin tight latex and thigh high pvc boots standing over you flogging your ass than if you're just in your bed with your wife on a Wednesday night. I'm still thinking of this one. I know when I was the submissive in this kind of scene the Mistress tied up the guy's cock and ran a rope thru my pussy and later she leashed his cock and leashed my pussy by my rings and put butt plugs in us and did all kinds of other fun things, so I have a pretty good idea of how I would do it based on what she's told me.

This is where it comes down to. We have a couple who truly wants to improve their sex lives and is willing to take some pretty exciting steps to do it. We have me who loves sex and kinky stuff and probably wouldn't mind either having sex with a girl while a couple of people watch or dominating them. So I'm not sure that there's anything wrong with helping out a friend and doing one or the other or both. What I'm concerned about is I don't want to become their porn dvd. You know what I mean? Like the only time they can have sex is if I come by and we do some sort of show or scene for them and then they get dependant on that sort of interaction. This goes back to the mixing things up idea I spoke of at the beginning. Too much of a good thing can be bad. Sure, having a little live sex show on the living room floor is exciting if it happens on very rare occasions and is special and new, but like anything else, if its all you do and you don't find new ways to explore sex and new things to try, the excitement of it will diminish each time and eventually it just won't be a turn on anymore. That's my thought anyway, I hope you'll share yours!

Locked to Another Girl by Pussy Rings!

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 15:25:00 +0000

Sometimes when I have an experience like I did this past Saturday, it makes me think that I just don't have nearly enough body piercings. I would definately love to get more, the problem isn't desire, I just don't have the willpower to go through with it without serious motivation going on. As you know, I have two rings in my pussy (one in each inner labia) and that was done in a way in which I had no choice. I mean I had a choice sure, we all have a choice but when you're in an armbinder and on a leash and you have a big black inflatable penis gag filling your mouth, you really don't have a lot of room to complain. See, that's how I got the rings in my pussy in the first place. I explained to the Mistress I was playing with a lot at the time that I was definately open to it but that it would take a bit of force to get me to go through with it. So one day she stripped my little brown body down, strapped my arms behind me, cuffed my ankles and put a short chain between them so I had to hobble and just to make sure I couldn't complain about it, shoved a big penis gag in my mouth that felt like it went halfway down my throat. It definately wasn't comfortable having that thing in there but on the bright side, maybe I can suck cock now better because of it. Who knows.

Still, the actual piercing wasn't too bad and the experience was deliciously humiliating which of course definately gets my girl juices dripping. We went to a piercing studio owned by a friend of the Mistress which is why we were able to get away with my revealing and restrained appearance. I was strapped into a chair with legs spread and the process itself took very little time and of course, sitting their with my bald little pussy so vulnerable and available is a total turn on. I didn't know whether to be nervous or horny. I think I was a lot of both. When it was over I had two cute little gold rings that I really love to this day. People have used them to leash me, lock my slutty little fuck hole shut, put bells on me so they can hear and humiliate me, weights to stretch my little lips down and lots of other creative things and each one of them gets me totally dripping wet horny!

I've thought often about more piercings but I've never gone through with it. I would love some rings in my nipples, tongue, nose, belly and even more in my pussy, but despite the good experience with the rings I have, without the proper motivation its just too hard for me to actually want to go do that myself. Besides, once you've been gagged and bound for a piercing, everything else will seem boring in comparison. The only way I think I can get pierced again is for it to happen in a way thats even more restrained and humiliating. I definately think its going to take some more bondage, gags and me being completely naked, spread and vulnerable. Even if its my nipples being pierced, I'm pretty sure my legs should be spread anyway just to show what a slut I am.

One of my big fantasies is the idea of being locked to another person and while its something I have done a few times, each time is really incredible and special. So this brings us to last Saturday night at a private bondage party. I have to say most of the people there were really hot and they really know how to dress. I came in a cute little tight and shiny PVC dress but that didn't stay on my body for very long. I spend most of the party totally naked except for my heels and collar. First it started with me being stripped so I could get a nice over the knee spanking by a guy I know. I'm not really into spankings but it wasn't a big deal for me and honestly the guy spent more time fingering my pussy than spanking me anyway. I didn't complain.

After that I was leashed and on the floor with my arms bound behind me for a while and a cute blonde slave girl came in later she was played with for a while. Then someone realized that her pussy and my pussy were pierced in almost the same way, with little gold rings in each labia and that we were about the same size. So naturally a couple of little locks came out and we were forced to stand facing each other and each of her pussy rings were locked to mine. Obviously no other restraints were needed because its not like either of us could escape. We were like that for a couple of hours and when she needed to go to pee or I did, we had to be very coordinated, though to be honest, I always love watching other girls pee and I love it when people watch me pee so that was an additional bonus turn on.

Even though I really loved this humiliation and the sexual contact (I loved how much our boobs and nipples rubbed together and we spent a lot of time with our tongues in each others mouths), I kept thinking how much cooler it would be if our nipples were also locked together, or if we both had tongue rings and those were locked as well. See where my imagination is taking me? This starts to run into fantasy territory for me and I think I've written about some of these things in some of my stories too. The idea that I become an owned slave who gets totally pierced and marked and theres other slaves the same way and we're locked together in different ways. Maybe my tongue locked on her pussy or my pussy locked to her nose ring, etc. The other variation is the idea of having many rings down my pussy lips so my little fuck hole can be totally closed. Instant chastity! That's a hard one for me to deal with considering how much I love sex. I have seen other girls who had that done and half of me is jealous and half of me wonders if I'd be able to do that too or if its just a fantasy for me. See, thats the nice thing about body piercings is that they make for great ways to control a naughty little slut slave without all the trouble of restraints and I can tell you from first hand experience that when you are leashed or locked by a piercing, you respond to that very very quickly. I've been leashed by my rings many times and when the leash is pulled, I move very fast!

So that's what got me wondering again about getting more piercings was the experience with the cute blonde slave girl. Naturally this is going to bring up the question of what should get pierced next and under what circumstances would be erotic enough to actually get me horny and crazed enough to do it. If I think of anything I'll let you know, but I expect for you to share your thoughts with me on this too!

A GOOD MASTER IS HARD TO FIND BUT A HARD MASTER IS EVEN BETTER!

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:52:00 +0000

I got a call yesterday and the first thing I heard when I picked up the phone was "I have the perfect Mistress for you". That's always a good call to get and in this case it was from a Mistress friend who knows me very well. She also knows herself well enough to know that her style and mine are too different for us to really get together.

I don't mind being hooked up, I think its pretty useful but even with hookups, finding a good Master or Mistress isn't that different from dating, or shopping at Marshalls for that matter. I don't know if you've ever been to the Marshalls or TJ Maxx which is pretty much the same experience. If you're a guy I strongly recommend you not enter the store unless you're gay because honestly, I've never met a guy who had the patience to deal with these stores. To be honest, I barely have the patience for it. The concept is a lot like hunting for Easter eggs. You walk in the door and its almost like they're telling you, here in this huge store hidden among piles of absolute crap that you wouldn't want your worst enemy to wear, are actually some pretty good items and pretty good prices. Go have fun!

Its almost like the old drug addict mind teaser we used to joke about. You're at a party and if you want to be really mean to someone, you go up to Mr. Drug Addict and you put your arm around him and make him think he's your buddy and then you point to the target of your devious plan and say "see that guy over there? He's got a ton of cocaine on him, but if you ask him he'll deny it, and if you say I told you this, I'll deny ever talking to you. Go have fun". See the similarity? Its like you're being told there's good stuff in the store. We know its there, they told us! They wouldn't lie to us right?

So now that my thought train has completely derailed, back to the point. Finding a good dominant is a lot like finding those trendy designer clothes at the Marshalls. They're there but you have to dig through piles of crap to find them. I've met and played with a lot of dominants in my time as a little Asian slave whore. What I've learned is that no one thinks they're a bad dominant. I'm not sure that bad is the right word for it, but there's a lot of people who just aren't right for me. I might say hey, I'm looking for a dominant to do all these cruel and nasty things to my naughty brown body and of course lots of hands go up, but that doesn't mean that they're all going to be the right dominant for me. Some might be too inexperienced, unsafe or unknowleagable for example. Others may be only concerned about their own style and desires and have no interest in mine. I can always tell that last group because they won't ask me any questions before suggesting we play. How can you possibly know how to play with me if you don't ask any questions? Finally we get the group that assumes that because they're dominant and I'm submissive that I must obey their commands period. Some of that goes back to inexperience and some is just um, no.

So maybe you're asking why my Mistress friend and I aren't compatible in terms of our styles. She's into the loving and devoted slave routine in which the submissive serves her whims and dedicates her/himself (she's bi too) to her and of course there's some control with a collar but its mostly about servitude and lots of whipping and spanking. This is kind of the opposite of what I'm into which is that I'm a humiliation slut, not a pain slut. Whipping gets boring after a while and if I have to kneel at a person's feet for hours on end I get really bored too. I'm into quick bursts of excitement, its the only way to handle me. Put me on a leash, train me as a dog, dress me in tight fetish outfits and make me go out to the mall, put dildos in my ass and pussy and humiliate me beyond the limits of my imagination. See thats my thing! If I feel really comfortable with someone I'll let them start to modify my body. That's how I ended up with rings in my pussy. I'm still waiting for the next dominant to come along who will make me feel comfortable enough to get rings in my nipples or even humiliating markings!

That's really what it comes down to is anyone can say anything about what they can do or will do but if they don't take the time to get to know what excites me and the things I respond to, well its pretty unlikely that I'll respond to them. I was at a party a couple weeks ago and a dominant tried to get me and I gave him such a hard time, it was almost mean. He's like "come here now!" I said why? "Because I said so". Okey, but why should that compel me to obey you? See where this is going? It went on like that until he got frustrated and walked away. Really I was testing him to see if he would get it, I even hinted around at the answer which was to come talk to me first before you start ordering me around, but I think his head was too big.

And there we have it. If someone is so creative and interesting that they really push my buttons and get me excited, I'm totally dedicated to being their slave. That's my mentality, I don't want to risk messing it up or dissapointing the person and I want for them to keep doing all the things that drive me crazy, so I'll be the most obedient little fuck slut on the planet...but only for the person who can capture my mind in the right way. That's what happens, get my mind and the little brown fuck toy body will definately follow.

While I'm never actively looking for a Master or Mistress and I get enough play with friends and parties and such, its nice when I find someone I can play with who really knows how to make me submit truly. I've had that off and on and I'm sure I'll find it again soon, but its not easy and finding a hard Master or Mistress is definately a good thing.

Did you feel like this post was a little lame? I do too. Next time I'll try to go into detail about what happened to me the last time I was leashed like a sex pet as my exposed little body was forced to do all kinds of naughty things. Those are the kinds of posts I enjoy anyway, but I got into this whole dominant thing and it was fun but I think talking about being humiliated is better.

Lana Lang Loves Bondage and so do I

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 15:03:00 +0000

Have you ever been walking down the street, minding your own business when you see something really out of place but in a totally good way that catches your attention and turns you on and then you get a little crazy inside about it? Sometimes it can be something simple like I might see an ad and the girl in it is wearing black patent leather knee high boots with a nice high pointy heel and even though the ad is very mainstream in nature, its got a little fetish edge to it with the choice of footwear so that gets me excited. Not that I'm a foot fetishist, I'm not personally but I love sexy shoes and boots both for myself and I love seeing it on other girls too!

But I'm getting off the track because the thing I saw a couple days ago was not about shoes or boots. I mean it was but that was just the tip of the iceberg really. See, I was at the Century City shopping center which is a nice open mall with lots of fun and shopping and I was browsing with a friend because of course shopping is always more fun when you have someone to share the experience with. Off in the distance I thought I saw a really cute girl and a guy and they were coming up on an escalator from the parking deck. What caught my attention though was the fact that she seemed to be wearing a black fishnet bodysuit with just a black bikini covering the parts you can't show in a place like the Century City Mall without getting arrested. So at this point I'm really torn. Do I work my way over to that side of the mall to get a closer look or say oh that's nice and keep doing what I was doing. I know guys say this sometimes and I think its true that sometimes you'll see a girl (or a guy, yes it works both ways) from far away and you'll think, wow, that girl or guy is just incredible. Then you'll get up close and its like, oops, maybe not, time to get the prescription on the eyeglasses changed or something.

Anyway, my friend is pretty open minded and has fetish and bi curiosities though she goes through phases in which she denies her interest to explore because she's afraid of what that will mean. In other words, we've kissed but only when we've had a couple drinks and I can't seem to get her to go any further. It's too bad because she's an incredibly hot latina girl. I mean this girl could easily win beauty pageants if she wanted to and looks very similar to Jessica Alba. Now you can see why plying her with liquor so I can get her tongue in my mouth is an attractive option! So I pointed the girl out from far away and my friend who only caught a glimpse of her as she was rounding a corner said oh sure that's nice or something and then went off to check out a pair of Nine West pumps. So the shopping trip continues but throughout I still had that body wrapped up in the fishnet on my mind.

Nearly an hour later we're done shopping and we get on the escalator to go down to the parking deck and who should get on right behind us? The girl in the fishnet bodysuit! Now we can see her up close and guess what? She is absolutely gorgeous with a really cute face that looks a lot like the girl who plays Lana Lang on Smallville but with longer brown hair. Now this is a bad thing for me because I have a little star crush on that actress so now I get into a situation in which I'm going to become some mentally unbalanced stalker girl or something. Well here's where it gets wierd in both a good and bad way. I notice she's wearing a little metal collar with a ring in front and she has little metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles with little rings on them as well. See, I know what this means!

So then the guy says hello so we're nice and say hi as well. See this is the thing just so you know. If a guy like this one (and he wasn't exactly a great looking guy so we're not sure how he got a girl this hot, maybe he has a lot of money or maybe he's just a great guy, we don't know) were by himself and started talking to us, we probably would keep going. Hello Mr. Psycho Man, we must be going now, we left the oven on. But there are elements that a guy can introduce into the situation that says that he's harmless. The lowest level of this is a dog. Anyone can get a dog so it doesn't mean anything but it shows that the guy can take care of something,, commit to things and handle a relationship at least with a dog. Maybe he could be nice and probably has a home of some sort. Its probably the best one for picking up girls I would think because it shows that he may be unattached. Children and girls also show the guy might be okay but the send the conflicting message that he has a baby or child or he already has a girl so why does he need another. Te point I'm making with this is that because he was with this hot girl, we figured he was probably not too bad though in retrospect, he could have hypnotized or threatened her into being with him but we're making certain dangerous assumptions here that this is not the case.

So, for those of you who think I'm some cute little Miss perfect I'd like to shatter that illusion right now. I'm a dork, especially around people who make me sexually crazy. I'm pretty sure I made an ass out of myself the whole time going down the escalator because I was just totally staring at this girl, I was hynotized or something and the guy she was with knew it. By the way, I know when a guy sees a girl like this he's likely to get hard and maybe his package will become visible somewhat. I know this because on more than one occasion I've had that affect on a guy. See, I know what goes on with you people! I had the female equivalent which of course is getting wet and as you know when I get wet my juices tend to drip down my legs if I'm not wearing panties. Luckily on this particular day I was (I know, I've just shattered the illusion that I never wear panties, but if it makes you feel better they were g-string).

So we get down to the parking deck and we're just kind of talking a little with the guy and the girl hasn't said a word and the guy says stop. We think he's talking to us so we stop. That makes sense right? Well no, he's talking to the girl. She stops, puts her arms behind her back. He pulls out a little lock and locks her wrist cuffs and then attaches a little leash to her collar. I almost lost it there. I figured she was into bondage, the cuffs and collar pretty much screamed it and the way she was dressed indicated that either she was an exhibitionist slut or it was an exercise in forced dressing and public humiliation. Either way it was exactly the kind of thing that gets me crazy.

Naturally I can't help myself and now that I know for sure they're into bondage I mention that I'm involved in some of the bdsm organizations in town and ask if they're involved at all. We chat a few minutes and he mentioned that they're looking into a couple of them so maybe they'll see me there which is nice. Then the guy says he really doesn't have time to talk because they have to finish getting her prepared for the day. I asked what that meant and he said that it was a big day for her because she was getting pierced. I got him to go into more detail and it meant of course nipples and clit hood. Then he asked if I was pierced and I told him I was in my labias and we talked a little more and it came out that although I switch sometimes, I'm generally submissive and into humiliation, exhibitionism and being controlled. Of course he had to figure the thing wasn't about him but about his girl right?

But this guy isn't stupid obviously so he knows exactly what to say. He turns to his girl and asks if she thinks I'm attractive and if she'd want to spend time with me. The girl answers that she thinks I'm beautiful and would do that. So the guy then says that he thinks that his girl and I would hit it off and that we should spend some time together. I gave him my email address and maybe I'll hear from her or more likely him or maybe not. It doesn't matter because it was an interesting experience and more important its given me some great material for fantasy. I went home after that and played with myself like crazy just thinking of all the fun things I could do with this girl I saw at the mall. Whether I actually ever see her again, I'm not sure if that matters, but if I do, it'll definately make for a great story to share here!

Sometimes a lot of Humiliation means a little Pain

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 18:44:00 +0000

I mention it all the time that I'm a total humiliation slut but when it comes to pain, you can leave me out. It's not that I don't accept that some pain is part of the process, I get that and I do expect a bit of discomfort. Let's face it, its kind of hard to have your nipples clamped or weights attached to your pussy lips without feeling a little sting and certainly when a little Asian fucktoy like myself has been a naughty bitch, I definately need to be punished and sometimes that means a spanking and sometimes it means a whipping.

I know girls who are total pain sluts though, big time. They can totally get off on being flogged for hours and its like after the initial pain period has built up to a certain point, they sort of drift into a different kind of mentality. Its very much like a natural high where your brain starts kicking in all kinds of natural chemicals to counter whats going on to your body and for some people that can be very exciting. I'm not a doctor (unless I play dressup and yes I do have a couple of very sexy nurse outfits, one is a nice tight shiny PVC too!) so I have no idea what is happening to me chemically when I'm severely humiliated or if its the same process or feeling as being flogged or exposed to larger amounts of pain (much in the same way that needle play for example might trigger chemical releases) but it would be very interesting to find out.

I guess the other issue I have with whipping is that for a lot of dominants, especially ones who sorry to say this lack creativity, its like their "go to" move. First we expose the girl, that's fun but now we spank spank spank, whip whip whip, get a flogger with thinner tails, whip whip whip some more, now rub rub rub, now whip whip whip. Maybe its just me but that kind of gets boring after a while. Don't get me wrong, I think if you do anything too much or too often its going to get boring which is why mixing things up and trying new things is so important.

So yes I love humiliation and accept a little pain must fall into my naughty little life as a bondage whore. I guess the best way I can put this is to say that I don't like it when the pain is the focus of the activity but rather simply a side effect. You put clamps on my nipples and attach strings or weights to the clamps to stretch them out or really pull hard on them, of course theres some pain involved, I have these really big thick nipples too that get super sensitive so definately, I'm feeling that. But the issue is that the pain is not the focus of the activity, at least not for me. It's more about control (because this very sensitive part of my body is being bound and controlled) and humiliation (and if you don't believe me, try standing naked in a room of strangers with your nipples stretched out to ridiculous lengths and tell me you don't fell a pinch of humliation, its delicious!).

I mentioned my pussy lips too and as you know I am pierced with 2 rings in my pussy so often I'll get leashed there. Believe me when someone tugs on a leash that is attached to my pussy, I feel it and I start moving pretty quick. Again though the point isn't to cause pain to the lips of my little fuck hole, though that certainly is the case, but rather its to humiliate me by controlling my whole body by the one part of it that really defines me as a sex toy for use. Its a similar thing if you're talking about my pussy lips being stretched out by weights or by string tied to the rings that then pull them down or out or even apart to expose my juicy whore hole.

Those are probably the obvious things someone can do to my tight brown body that will cause me some pain. Clamps stretching my sensitive parts and a nice whipping or spanking but there are other things. For example, if you put a particularly large plug in my ass ,that is going to be very uncomfortable but also very humiliating. Especially if you make me go out in public like that. If you've never put a large plug or dildo in a girl's ass and then gone out to dinner with her, try it and take note of how she walks and sits. I think you'll really enjoy the show, I'm sure that I've given a great show of trying to deal with this thing inside me while trying to act as normal as possible at the same time.

This brings me to the whole point of all this which is the thing I love and hate all at the same time which is candle wax.. First of all, most people don't realize that you can actually buy wax that burns at different temperatures, so the real pain sluts might be out there getting a high heat candle so they can really feel the pain, but for me, I'm happy with a nice mild candle. For me the focus is on covering my body and my not so private parts with wax. It really does humiliate me because again I'm exposed, in a way I'm being modified and yes even with a mild temperature candle the wax still stings. I especially love it when my pussy, nipples and tits, belly and face get covered in wax. The one part of my body I love having covered in wax is my tongue. It freaks me out a little because I can sometimes feel the wax sliding down my tongue but it always hardens before it goes too far which is comforting. The thing that happens is that at first my tongue has to be pulled out but once even a little wax is covering it, it stays out on its own. I can't really pull it back into my mouth with this huge chunk of wax all over it, I mean I guess I could theoretically but it just seems like it would feel really wierd. Either way though, having those parts covered in wax can definately be a humiliating experience.

So even though I may experience a little pain in my slutty fetish whore life, its all for humiliation purposes. If you don't think that being naked in a room full of strangers with your tongue hanging out of your mouth covered in wax, drool dripping everywhere, your nipples pulled way way out, your pussy lips pulled apart, your pussy juice dripping down your thighs and a huge plug shoved up your ass is humiliating, then I strongly recommend you try it! You might find that it can be very humiliating but more important, you might just find that you like it!

On All Fours with a Plug in my Ass, So What Else is New?

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Thu, 01 May 2008 17:50:00 +0000

So there I was on all fours with my nipples grazing against the ground and my bare ass stuck in the air. This is a good position for me because it really shows off the best parts of my little brown body, namely my pussy and asshole which are nicely exposed so that anyone standing behind me has a really good view. No room for modesty here, pretty much every inch of Maliia is on display so I might as well just go with it.

Even though I'm a total exhibitionist and probably have shown off every part of my body to all kinds of people who I have met and many others I will probably never meet, I still get a thrill when someone who has never seen my most sensitive parts gets to see them for the first time. Obviously the thing has to be consensual, its not like I'm going to go bend over in the middle of the Starbucks and let all of those people see things. Sure they fit the definition of people who haven't seen my private parts and while some might enjoy the show, I have a feeling there are plenty of others who didn't sign up for a little pussy and ass with their morning mocha. This wasn't exactly what they had in mind when they ordered the warm muffin. So sure the idea of being exposed in a public place like that is hot, but infeasible generally. That doesn't mean I haven't done those sorts of things. I've been forced to do all kinds of nasty things in the drive through and I've had a couple humiliation scenes in a public place in which I was forced to wet myself, but for the most part they were somewhat controlled activities.

Its not just that I'm naked and on all fours of course but as you might expect I'm wearing a dog collar as well to which there is a leash attached. You guessed it, I'm a little puppy slut. I love to be a puppy slut, its very humiliating for me to be degraded like a lowly animal. Now what makes this particularly exciting is that I'm doing a fun scene with a Mistress friend who I've played with many times, so the show of my tight Asian body is nothing new for her, but in the room are also about half a dozen other people who I have never met. I think it can't get more humiliating when the Mistress gets a plug and lubes it up and starts circling my asshole with it. Its hard to describe how something like that feels, not physically so much as emotionally because you can't see it going in, you just feel it. Of course it won't be that easy, the Mistress makes me spasm my asshole for the crowd a few times so she can demonstrate just how much control over me. See, thats some good humiliation.

Anyway, first the plug feels cold going in and a little slimy. Mistress twists it a little and pushes a little and works it in and out and I can definately feel all this but it seems to be taking forever. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty happy she's going slow with it and taking her time and letting others enjoy the show of my ass being invaded by what feels like a pretty large item, it's definately much better than the alternative which I guess is that she just shoves the thing in as hard as she can. I've had that happen to me a couple times before, interestingly both times were by men and I guess subtlety wasn't their thing. At least they lubed it up before they did that but still, the slow and gentle ass fuck is always the way to go whether its with a real cock or a plug.

Eventually the plug is buried all the way into my asshole and I'm still there on all fours gripping it inside me and feeling the humiliation of knowing that this thing is sticking out and plugging me up back there. I feel Mistresses fingers gently tug a little on my labia rings and she runs her finger up to my clit and that just drives me crazy and I know I'm dripping wet. I mean I was already dripping wet, don't get me wrong (and when I get wet I do drip, I'm a very juicy girl), but this just becomes more than I think I can handle.

My point is this is very exciting for me right? I have strangers looking at me being totally humiliated and exposed. Well there's a wierd thing for me which is if I see someone else going through the same thing I'm going through, it makes it like twice as hot. I think its because I can't really see whats happening to my body, its not like I get the total view so I don't always appreciate how humiliating it is for me. I think it was at this point that one of the strangers who had a really cute blonde girl on a leash, ordered her to strip and get on all fours which she did right next to me and she raised her ass just like mine and for the next few minutes she was fitted with a plug too. We were like twins and because I could see how exposed she was, that just made me even more horny!

Once her plug was fitted we then received spankings and a little flogging from various people. I know more than one stranger snuck in a quick feel of my pussy, I know that was no accident! Even though the blonde slave and I were positioned very close from the start, at some point we ended up getting closer together and as we were being spanked I noticed she moved her head in closer to me and tilted it. I can take a hint and I figured she was going in for a kiss and she was really cute so I moved in a little too and we kissed. At first it was a nice soft little touching of the lips but then she opened her mouth and I felt her tongue lick my lips. I let her do this for a while and then I opened my mouth and touched my tongue to hers and before we knew it we were in full on french kiss mode. Its strange how things go when you're doing something like that. We were both getting spanked and flogged and totally felt up and although I was definately aware of it, my world became that kiss and her mouth, it was really the only thing I was focusing on.

Of course all good things come to an end and our kiss was broken up, our leashes were picked up and we were walked around the room together as a blonde puppy whore and an Asian puppy whore. We were punished a little more that night but never got the chance to kiss or play with each other for the rest of the time which was a little dissapointing. Still, it was a great little party and I can't wait for the next one. We'll have to find new people to party with though, its just not the same showing off my tight little pussy and asshole to people who have already seen the show.

How Real Does Your Cock Have to Be?

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 17:49:00 +0000

I sometimes wonder what life would be like with a penis. Its not that I want one or anything, I'm perfectly happy with my pussy, it gives me hours of fun and I tend to have multiple orgasms too which can often be really powerful and juicy (and lately I've actually started squirting a little bit when I have a particularly powerful orgasm so that's something new). But despite my total happiness with my tight little Asian body and my cute shaven and pierced pussy, I see these guys having so much fun with their cocks and I just have to wonder, whats going on with that that's so much fun?

I think I've had some good experience with cocks, I've had plenty of them deep in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head and down the shaft. I've had them sliding into my juicy little pussy and sometimes even spreading my tight little asshole. I know that line totally makes me sound like a cheap whore which is fine because I am a whore, I admit it, I love having my holes filled and my body being used, so what?

The point is that we know guys think about sex a lot more than women (except me, I'm convinced that I think about sex at least as often as any guy) so there must be something fun going on there. Its not easily duplicated either. For example, sometimes when I'm with another girl I like to put on a strap-on and have her suck it (which is nice for humiliating her but since I get no sensation from my rubber cock, it doesn't really do much for me) and then I can fuck her pussy with it or even fuck her ass if that's what we're doing. So its a lot of fun and a lot of work (I've always thought that sex is the best exercise you can have if you do it right) but since again, no feeling in my rubber cock, I don't know whats going on down there. I do get some good views though, like I love it when I fuck a friend doggy style in her pussy and her asshole is right there and slightly open and I start to tease her by putting my finger in and out, that usually drives the girls crazy. See I know this because it drives me crazy. Being a 3 hole whore, if I get something, anything be it a cock, plug, dildo or some snacks from a party tray in me, it definately heightens the experience. I love it when I'm being fucked while someone fingers my asshole.

So then the question becomes well if the rubber cock doesn't give me any sensation, why bother right? Well the obvious is that I can fuck a girl with it and roughly simulate the experience for her of getting fucked but also for male domination it can be good too. I don't do a lot of male domination mostly because I'm not a domme really though I do get dominant sometimes, but there are some guys who as part of their submission feel that having their ass taken by their Mistress is a very erotic part of the power exchange. I know a lot of very misguided people out there, especially guys, think that being fucked in the ass in any way shape or form opens up the door to homosexuality. I don't think so. There's no part of giving total control of your body to a female nor of having her use whatever parts of you that she wants to that is necessarily homosexual. I'm not saying of course there's anything wrong with gay bdsm relationships, there's definately plenty and bdsm is it seems a bigger part of gay sexual activity than hetero, maybe because gay people are already pretty open minded sexually generally speaking so they figure why not do what feels good and you like as long as its not hurting anyone else anyway. I like that attitude, see that's how it should be.

The question becomes, which would I prefer to be fucked with, a hot girl with a rubber cock or the real thing. The answer is, can I have both please? See they serve very different purposes. Sometimes a girl just needs to be taken, manhandled and fucked like a toy or street whore and then thrown back into the gutter. I'm not just talking about girls like me either, theres a lot of seemlingly nice girls who though they would never admit it in public, probably fantasize about being taken, used, fucked 20 different ways and possibly by several men at once. I'm like 95 pounds and pretty short so if I'm going to fuck a girl who has that feeling in mind, she's definately not going to get that same experience and likewise if I'm the girl who just wants to be fucked hard by someone who can pick my whole little body up and plop it down on a hard cock and lift me and basically fuck my entire body at once, its not going to be with someone who obviously lacks the size or strength to do that. You can handle 95 pounds of horny Asian girl right?

The other nice thing is you get the warmth of the cock. I know that seems minor but its really not. Sometimes you get a rubber cock sliding into your pussy (and by yours I mean mine) and its kind of cold and theres no movement within the cock itself and with the real thing, you can feel the warmth of the skin as it slides into you, slight movements within the guy's cock as it moves slowly deeper and deeper, especially if he stops for a few seconds and just lets it sit inside me, that can be very nice. Not that a good pounding to make me think I'm being raped and tortured isn't sometimes a good thing either.

This whole thought came up because I had a dream last night in which there was a really cute blonde girl tied on her back on an ottoman with her legs spread and her shaven pussy vulnerable. I was wearing a black strapon cock and climbed on her and started fucking her and as we both got really sweaty, I started to rub my sweat covered little body against hers and our bodies slid up and down against the sweat as the cock drove into her. But she was so much tighter than most girls I've fucked that it was almost like trying to fuck her asshole. Or maybe I was fucking her asshole, it was a dream and you know how these things can change around. I woke up horny like you won't believe and of course started to play with my pussy but the thought still went into my mind about what a guy would have felt if presented with the same chained up slavegirl who was ready to be raped and used.

So I guess what I'm saying is that it seems guys play with their cocks a lot but I play with my pussy a lot too, so maybe they both have their advantages and disadvantages. As much as I like to play with cocks though, I think I'd rather just let them stay on the bodies of the guys who own them and stick to playing with my own little shaven pussy and playing with the rings that pierce it. The nice thing of course, is that my pussy never gets jealous when my mouth or asshole gets fucked instead. See, now that's being a team player, though its even better to be a double team player!

Pain is Good with a Little Humiliation

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 21:09:00 +0000

I'm not really into pain. I know some girls who are total pain sluts and thats great for them. They tell me about how they enter a different space and mentally things become totally different for them. I'ts not that I haven't tried it or anything because I have. Some things like electricity just wierd me out totally, whipping or flogging is okay but a lot of it depends on how its done. If it's overly repetitious, it starts to get routine and boring and I get to be a bitchy little pain in the ass when I'm bored. On the other hand, if its interupted a lot, some nice rubbing, maybe playing with my tits or pussy and kissing or licking, it can be fun.

That's not to say that I can't take a little punishment. For some reason I'm good with hot wax. Not the super hot burning wax which I've seen but a nice normal wax is good. Plus there's something sexy about my tight little brown body covered in wax. It's especially interesting when it starts to cover my big thick sensitive nipples and especially depending on how I'm bound, it can start to drip down towards my pussy, hardening on my soft little pussy lips. What's really fun about hot wax for me is when its dripped on my tongue. This is a great way to go if I'm locked into a ring or dental gag where my mouth is forced open and especially if my tongue is pulled out so that I totally have no choice. It does freak me out a little while it's happening because I get nervous about swallowing wax, but if you use the right kind of wax on this, then it hardens really fast and so that's not a problem. I think the reason I like wax on my tongue isn't the sensation when it hits, but rather the humiliation of me standing there with a wax covered tongue, unable to bring it back into my mouth and drooling heavily with no control.

So that's the thing for me, I'm just a total humiliation slut. Anything that humiliates me, even if it involves a little pain, I'm a lot more able and willing to deal with than just plain pain for the sake of pain. I'll give you another example which is my pussy. Yes you knew I was going to talk about my pussy right? So when I got my inner labias pierced it stung a little sure ,but the humiliation of it was fantastic. I loved how I could connect my rings with a lock or be leashed by my pussy which is especially humiliating. See what happens is a leash clips through both rings. Then when its pulled, it pulls and stretches my inner pussy lips out so they're being stretched out from my pussy and pulled out in a really abnormal looking way. I know this sounds strange but the sight of it again is SO humiliating because I'm being controlled and leashed by the very part of my body that most identifies me as a slutty little fuck whore and the fact that its being pulled out like that really makes me feel vulnerable and humiliated.

I guess that's why I like to keep my pussy completely hairless at all times. I'm serious, I like it bald down there where if you see me, all you can catch is a glimmer of the rings hanging through my lips. I told you about that session a few weeks ago in which I volunteered to serve for a Mistress friend who had a guy who wanted to be a slaveboy while I was the slavegirl. I get the appeal of it totally because for me, I feel much more humiliated when there's someone there to see or share my humiliation and I think he was the same way. At one point during the session my arms were chained above me, my nipples were tied tightly with string that pulled them very hard to the sides, also pulling my small little tits that way (they're pretty small so they don't exactly pull very far unlike if I had big boobs, but since my nipples are so big, they're perfect for high quality nipple torture) and my legs were spread as far as they could be. It was like I sort of hanging with my legs up and spread if you can picture that. Anyway, my bald little pussy was totally exposed and vulnerable and the little rings just kind of hung down from my inner lips and this guy just could see everything. I still felt embarassed and humiliated because that's part of the point and its not like he hadn't seen this earlier in the session when we were forced on all fours to crawl like dogs and he was behind me and no doubt saw my pussy and asshole with totally clear view, but still, there was something different about this.

Anyway the Mistress began to flog my exposed pussy! It stung a little, especially since its so sensitve there, but it also turned me on so much. I don't know if it was because with most of the hits, my clit got nicely grazed or sometimes the flogger would hit on my rings, but I felt the comforting tingle of humiliation. Well I thought I was humiliated until I really lost control and started peeing. See, I love pee play. I know its not the thing for everything but I love it when people see me pee, I love to pee on others or have them pee on me. Its fun. This was accidental though so it was more humiliation. It wasn't like oh I'm going to squat down and pee and you're going to watch as it comes out of me, this was my pussy is being whipped, I'm trying to control it and I just couldn't control it any more.

The Mistress loved it though and as I started to pee she had the slaveboy stick his face in my pussy so I was peeing in his mouth. I'm sure he enjoyed drinking my pee. You would too right? Well I guess that depends on whether or not you're into pee play right? Still, it's humiliating because it reduces me to the thing that humilates me most, a lowly sex animal who's only function is well, sex. Just an object with one purpose of being fucked or used in a way to bring pleasure. That really turns me on. I guess thats why thinking of being a puppy or ponygirl or a sex doll turns me on so much. In the course of drinking my pee, the guy by the way snuck in a few licks on my pussy. He wasn't supposed to do that, but I didn't tell even though I felt his tongue down there. Hey, I was horny!! The problem was it wasn't enough to make me cum but don't worry, I definately got to cum that day, and I was a humiliated little animal fuck hole when it happened too, but that's a different story I guess.

A 3 Hole Whore Means No Waiting for Service!

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 15:41:00 +0000

I guess I've always had trouble picking something and sticking with it. I kind of like the freedom of being able to go with whatever I'm in the mood for at the time. Sure, maybe I like vanilla ice cream a lot of the time but does that mean I've made a choice to rebuff all other flavors? Of course not! I'll lick whatever flavor I want, when I want and of course the same is true for my sexual preferences as well, but I'm guessing you already knew that!

Think about it though, I'm a bi-sexual half Asian switch. Talk about not being able to make up my mind! I can't even decide whether or not to be a slanty eyed little oriental fuck toy! Most people are pretty open minded about things and can accept a person like me who has a lot of flexibility in their lives. Oddly there are some people who can't. For example, lesbians for some reason get very resentful of me being bisexual. They say its because I'm not commiting to something but I think its just that I'm not committing to them. Don't get me wrong, I love to have fun with a lesbian as much as the next girl, well a lip-stick lesbian, I don't really go for the butch dyke type, after all, if I want a man I'll go get a man, but lets face it, sometimes a girl just needs a nice hard cock shoved up her tight little wet hole or in my case, in my mouth or up my ass can be just as satisfying.

Believe it or not I get the same kind of attitude out of the bdsm community sometimes about being a switch. There are some very closed minded people in this open minded lifestyle who seem to think you are either dominant or submissive but you can't be both. This never made much sense to me because in my experience the best dominants are people who have submitted and know exactly what buttons to push because its the buttons that they love to have pushed on themselves. I've been told that I'm a very effective dominant and while I'm more submissive, hence the term sub-switch which denotes that its not an equal switch, I do get a little aggressive sometimes and I like to take control.

I have noticed something about my bdsm preferences though which is kind of interesting. When I dominate, I like to do just a one on one thing. If theres another dominant I tend to get a little self conscious about what I'm doing and I've found that more than one sub can be hard to keep up with. You know it takes a lot of effort as a dominant to really focus on the sub and do things exactly the right way, so when you've got two of them running around, it can be a challenge. This is exactly opposite by the way of my sub preferences. Hypocritical sure but hey, its what makes me so lovable.

As a sub, I love to serve with other submissives. I don't know why, I think maybe seeing someone else going through the same humiliation, exhibition and restraint that I'm going through heightens my awareness of my own condition. When I serve with another girl and I can see how she is bound and I know that my naked little body is bound in a similar way then its almost like looking into a mirror. I know that anyone who is looking, and sometimes we do these things at dungeons where there's a crowd, can see me and my slave twin and as I see her body and the folds of her shaven pussy so exposed with clamps attached to her lips, pulling them down and I know looking down between my own legs that she has the same view of my shaven pussy and so does everyone else in the room. Of course its not entirely accurate, for example, I tend to drip juices a lot, I'm a very juicy girl so what ends up happening is my juices will drip out and depending on how I'm bound, sometimes I'll start to get dried juice streaks on my legs which I'm told contrast nicely with my brown skin.

One of my favorite things is to be bound to another slave. It doesn't have to be a female either. Sure I love being forced to have sex with another girl, its a lot more fun when its forced I think, but even with a guy its fun. One scene I've done a number of times is where I'm a female dog and the guy is the male dog and he's leashed by his cock which is bound and I'm leashed by my pussy (the leash connecting to the rings that are pierced in my labias, you didn't forget about those did you?) and we're having a similar experience but its kind of different too. A couple months ago I had one experience with a friend who is a gorgeous Asian Mistress and she had a "client" who wanted a session witha slavegirl so I volunteered, its always fun. She had us bound in a hug but with my legs wrapped around his body and his cock was tied in such a way that it stuck straight out and was tied to a ring in the wall that he faced. Basically my pussy was sliding right on top of his cock and although he couldn't enter me in that position, it drove him...and me especially, wild with my juicy pussy sliding back and forth on him while our tongues flickered against each other and my tits rubbed against him. That drove me wild too because of how sensitive my nipples are and I think he really liked the feel of the rings in my pussy rubbing against his shaft. He never did get to fuck me though...poor guy.

One example though of how hot I get was after that we were both bound on all fours like dogs with leashes attached to our collars and our collars were chained together. Mistress had us both bend over with our asses in the air and she lubed up my asshole and shoved a big plug into me. She then had me show my ass to the guy so he could see how stretched my little ass was and I think he thought he was getting the same thing when she lubed him up but no, she had a strap-on and decided to do him. The plug in me was to fool him. He loved it though but to be honest, thats one situation in which I was sitting there with my little brown ass up in the air while this guy watched it and I was wishing it was me being fucked in the ass.

So sometimes not being too decisive is a good thing, it opens up all kinds of great opportunities for me and since I am a 3 hole whore, its good for me to get those holes filled whenever I can, and whether its by a man or a woman or a sub or a dominant, maybe it doesn't matter so much.

Trapped Between a Cock and a Hard Place

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 19:34:00 +0000

The holidays are always a fun time because I usually try to go home and spend time with my family. We do the holidays a little different in Hawaii as I think you can imagine, its not like we have snow and cold weather and the need for hot chocolate or fireplaces right? I think I spent Christmas day surfing with my little sister, fun huh?

Its also kind of strange because everything hits at once. We have Christmas which is nice for family and hanging out and New Years is always a blast and then we get into January and we hit my birthday just a few days into it. So a lot of times instead of me getting a big birthday party it just kind of gets wrapped up into New Years. After all, even a few days later people aren't really ready to start partying again and even the ones who are always seem to want to start their diets after the first so they're totally lame. I have one friend who insists on not drinking in January, which is fine except he's not as much fun when he's sober. Not that I'm condoning alcoholism but there is an arguement that theres just some people who need to drink in order to be likable and this one friend happens to fit into that catagory.

The other issue of course is presents. I've got about 10 days between Christmas and birthday which you would think would be enough of a spread to collect double the loot but it never worked out that way. Even when I was younger I always thought the people born in June were super cool because theres just no way you can combine presents for that. From my family I get the usual family type gifts, my parents don't think I wear enough clothing so clearly their way of telling me this is by giving me more in the hopes that I might cover up my body, like that's going to happen. I have a sister who knows what I'm into but she's kind of scared of the whole thing so her version of being open minded was to give me an Olivia calendar which is actually pretty cool, its all these models who are then drawn up and doing all kinds of tame but sexy fetish things. I'm sure some of you are familiar with it.

This of course is in direct opposition to anything my friends in Los Angeles give me. See between Christmas and birthday is open season for giving presents, I love presents so they kind of drift in over that period. Its not like oh your birthday is today, here's a gift its more like this is a late Christmas/early birthday gift. So anyway, from them I tend to get a lot of whips and dildos. Now I love a good vibrator, hey, sometimes a girl has to take care of herself and I'm definately no exception, as a matter of fact, I probably need a lot more attention between my legs than most girls. Let's face it, I'm doing this for the attention but also because it gets me off totally. If a pussy juice factory ever opened to bottle the stuff I'm sure they'd call me. Imagine all that perfectly good pussy juice going to waste. Oh the shame of it!!

But here's the thing, I get that their hearts are in the right place and all but how many fucking vibrators does a girl need? Seriously? I'm pretty sure that once you get into double digits, its just overkill. Granted I'm a big fan of the big pink jelly dildo, its masculine and feminine all at once plus it feels so good going in that it really works for me, but its not like I can use 11 vibrators at once, I can handle 2 pretty comfortably, maybe 3 if you're not interested in hearing what I have to say.

I get a lot of gift cards too. Gift cards have really taken off lately which is odd because theyre just as impersonal as cash except not as good. You're forced to spend it at one place and if its not a place you shop at you're pretty screwed. I think the stores love them though because I read something like 20% of gift cards never get redeemed and the ones that are either are left with value on them or the people have to buy more than the value to use it all up. Any way you slice it, the store wins! The problem I have is that none of the really kinky fetish places are issuing gift cards. That would be nice, a gift card with a big photo of some chained up slave bitch in skin tight latex. Thats the problem with fetish clothes is its a hard gift to give because of sizing and fit and most places that sell it have a no return policy on it so that's where gift cards would be perfect!

Anyway, I had a great New Years and we went to this Vietnamese friend's house thats on the beach. She had her whole family there and they sat around and sang Vietnamese karaoke all night until the countdown. I think a couple of them passed out on the beach and I was too lazy to do anything cruel to them. I finally went to bed all alone, by myself, no cocks in my pussy or ass, no pussies snuggled up next to my mouth, around 4 am. I know, sad isn't it! See, as much as I love Hawaii, I don't get a lot of action here, but luckily I'll be back in Los Angeles soon and this little 3 hole slanty eyed bitch will be ready for more fun. Have a great year and lots of fun and don't forget to be naughty, not that someone who wants to be punished really needs a reason to do something wrong anymore than someone who wants to punish you needs an excuse right? So now I have to go exercise, always a challenge, but even more so after 7 shots of tequila, which for a girl who's under 100 pounds is way way more than I should have been drinking!

Night of the Flying Dildoes

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 16:01:00 +0000

I'm usually pretty careful about how I pack my bags, especially now that airport security is so tight. Its not that I think the security we have in place now makes us any safer, it doesn't, but it gives all those people jobs and they have something to do that makes them feel important so that makes me happy to know that I'm playing my own little part in that system.

I don't really fly that often, its not that I don't want to but I don't really have reason to. I go back to Hawaii a few times a year to see my ohana (that's family for those of you from the mainland) but otherwise I have no place to go. Cold weather scares me (I get lots of invitations from friends in cold places to go visit like New York, Chicago, etc but seriously, if I want that experience I can go clear out a few shelves of the freezer and sit in there for a while right?) So anyway, because I don't fly very much I dont have much of a flying rhythym down. You know how like frequent business travelers they know exactly what to pack and where to go and what to do right? I mean this is normal stuff for them.

I'll give you an example, I went to San Francisco a couple months ago (because no one there likes bondage or fetish sex at all... you believe that right?) and I had a whole ton of bondage equipment in my check in bag. Seriously! I had like 3 floggers, collars, leashes, cuffs, dildos and anal plugs and enough chains to start my own tractor pull. When I got to where I was going (and yes it was a very fun weekend in case you were wondering) I opened up my bag and inside was a lovely little note from the TSA letting me know that they rifled through my stuff and picked out all the good things to sell on Ebay. Well it didnt say that exactly for legal reasons I'm sure, but one of my anal plugs is missing and I just know there's some TSA guy standing around thinking "as long as everyone is going to look at me like I have a big stick in my ass, I might as well do it".

So that's mildly embarassing because I know that someone went through it who may or may nto have been into bondage but at least I never had to confront them. Its not that I'm embarassed about being bi-sexual or into bondage, I'm not, but when you're dealing with someone in the lifestyle who understands it at least you don't get that feeling of being judged, like some right wing holier than thou TSA guy is thinking I'm the sick one right before he goes home to fantasize about sex with underage boys in Thailand.

You hear the stories sometimes of the person who left a vibrator in their carry on and it starts to go off and they get surrounded by airport security who then interrogate them for 10 hours about whether or not the vibrator was really a bomb or worse, part of a WMD aimed at wiping out life in West Hollywood. I've had that experience where a vibrator did go off in my carryon bag but luckily I was already on the plane at the time and I was able to discreetly handle it and I told everyone it was my electric razor. For some reason no one really questioned it, maybe they thought I had five o'clock shadow or something and I was going back to my carnie job as the bearded lady. Yes I do shave but its a little further south and I like to be bald and totally smooth down there. Maybe if I had revealed that the male flight attendant would have upgraded me to first class except I'm pretty sure he was gay so unless the guy sitting next to me shaved his testicles, we were both out of luck in coach class.

I've gotten to where I just don't argue about it though, I think most people are like this. You go to airport security and they find something they don't like. A nail file, bottle of water, pictures of your great aunt, its easier just to say keep it and keep going right? This is what happened to me. Its the whole point of my story. I was flying back to Hawaii for a few days before Thanksgiving and in my carry on I had a nice big rubber dildo that's very realistic. See, I'm a very sexual person, you know that already so when I go to see my family, well there's just not a lot going on and sometimes I have to take care of myself and having my friend Mr. Wiggly along helps make it more fun. Apparently though on the X-Ray as my bag was screened they saw an object that made them suspicious, they didn't say it looked like a large cock but maybe that's what they were thinking. Yes I was pulled aside, and my bag was opened and right there in the middle of the airport the security guy pulled the cock out of my bag. I would think that they'd have some sort of a discreet system set up to deal with these things but I guess not. He just kind of held it there, it dangled between a couple of his fingers of course covered in those freaky blue latex gloves and he asked "is this yours ma'am"". Its kind of wierd to be called ma'am while being questioned about a dildo, at least have the decency to call me a dirty little fuck whore right? Now what's wierd about this is yes ,there were children and families around all excited about their family vacation to Hawaii and as they pass through security they likely are watching this large black man holding a rubber cock. That's a nice postcard image isn't it? Let's put that on the Christmas card! I was waiting for him to ask me which hole I wanted it in but he said to me that I couldn't take it in my checked baggage. Now I figured I could, there's no rule against rubber dildos, maybe its a fear of masturbation at 35,000 feet that invoked that security rule and I'm pretty sure these guys just make up half the rules as they go along based on how they feel about what they had for lunch that day, but either way I didn't want to miss my flight and I wasn't going to spend four hours arguing about whether or not I could take a dildo on a plane so I invited him to keep it, at which point he flung it across the room toward the confiscated item bin. As it flew through the air I wondered to myself how many more dildos would be denied their right to fly on planes and satisfy their owners. I guess all those girls will just have to go find real cocks instead huh?

Excuses are like Assholes; Everyone Has One and They're Fun to Play With

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 19:58:00 +0000

First, I know I didn't post anything for a while and I could come up with all kinds of excuses for it and I have and I'd like to share some of them with you. First, I've been really busy! I know everyone says this but its true. Not just tied up either but just all kinds of stuff going on. Okey that's a lame excuse, lets see if I can come up with something better right? Well, I did start playing this online game called Second Life. This thing seriously will ruin your life. I've never really been into cybersex so much (not even in the Second Life) but I always enjoyed having great conversations with people about fetish and exploring things and just to meet and talk with really interesting people, that is just so cool to do!

Anyway, so I started messing around with this thing (if you didn't think I was a total geek before, you probably do now, the only difference is that I like to do it while wearing latex and being chained) and they had these areas where you could meet some very cool people but in this virtual world and have really interesting conversations. Sure they have the cybersex thing going on too but it was nicer than a typical chatroom because it just felt like there was more interaction or something, maybe not.

So what other excuses can I come up with? Well I did go back to Hawaii for a couple months and my internet was spotty at best. The spam in my email box has gotten so bad that I'm literally getting 1000 spams for every real email. Time to change the address huh? See but that's my problem, I'm just way lazy and for me to get around to doing even the simplest of things that in the long run would actually save me time is a real effort!

Okey, moving on, I have been going to a few parties for bondage and a lot of play. I stopped going to a couple of the regular parties I was going to because I didn't really like a lot of the kinds of people who were going. There used to be some really cool people that I could hang out with and talk with and even play with some, both in a dominant or a submissive position. Then a lot of those people stopped going for one reason or another and the kinds of people left were either ones who didn't really believe in good hygiene which freaks me out. Hey I put a lot of effort into making myself look good and I maintain and take care of myself (the lazy comment from above obviously doesn't apply here), so is it so much that I expect the same effort from those around me? I don't think so! The other kind were a lot of lurkers and just some people who seemed really wierd, like the kind who would likely jump you in the parking lot of the Vons and throw you in the trunk of their car. I love a good kidnap fantasy as much as the next girl but the keyword is fantasy and if its not safe or consensual, its just not something I'm going to do (and for those of you who now think you can stakeout the Vons waiting for me to shop the joke is on you...I shop at Pavillions so there!)

So anyway, some of the cool people started doing their own private little thing which was nice and since I'm cool too, I get invited! Its like being in high school except with less drinking and more nudity. No seriously though one person has a farm so theyve been doing some ponygirl things which is fun. I went once but its kind of far and also time was an issue because refer to my laundry list of excuses from above. I was going through my email because I try to get everything taken care of at least at the beginning of the month, you know, new month, start fresh, that sort of thing and everyone was like gah, what the fuck is the matter with you, its like you don't call, you don't write. I had no idea that so many Jewish mothers were fans of my webcage! But it had been a while and I'm going to try to post more often seriously, though next time I think my excuse might be that I was chained up under the house for the last 6 months and survived on popcorn and KY Lubricant!

Playing with my Pussy and Sleeping in a Dog Collar

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Thu, 08 Feb 2007 11:04:00 +0000

I'm finally settled which is good for me because now that I'm all unpacked, my laundry is done and I've caught up on my sleep, my thoughts can finally turn back to the thing that I seem to spend most of my time thinking about and despite the amount of time I spend doing it it's never enough. Yes ,that subject would be sex in all of its wonderful forms. See, I'm not picky, I just go with the big catagory and that way it can cover everything under one nice umbrella like bondage or fetish or exhibitionism or whatever.

Granted I've spent the last few weeks being terribly horny. What do you expect from a girl who is pretty much used to be fucked in all of her holes on a regular basis from men and women and in all kinds of kinky situations and then suddenly goes practically cold turkey. I've always masturbated a lot, its just how I am. Definately I can rarely go to sleep without the comforting feel of my hand covering my bald little mound and my fingers gently rubbing on my sensitive folds, but in the absense of having other people to treat me like the nasty little slant eyed whore in heat that I am, my fingers did the walking a lot more than usual. I have to admit that there were times when I got so crazed I had to go into the bathroom while there were friends and family out in the next room, and I would pull my skirt or shorts down and sit on the toilet lid and spread my legs and really start rubbing and finger fucking myself to get off while imagining myself forced into a hot fetish outfit and used in public while on a leash like a slave doggy until I came and came. I literally would end up with a nice puddle of juices that would drip down the side of the toilet and then I'd have to be careful to clean up all the "evidence".

This wasn't idle recreation mind you, it was a necessity! My brain is on sex all the time. I've said before that I'm a lot like a guy in that way that guys think about sex like every few seconds and women apparently aren't as often but for some reason, I'm all the fucking time! So you can see that if I didn't "take care of myself" in that way, there's no telling what the consequences would have been. First, I get extremely bitchy and it just gets worse and worse and I can't think straight. See, that's the thing. Sure I have sex on the brain all the time but by getting it out, I can move on and focus on other things too. When it builds up though forget about it. My brain becomes all sex all the time with no room for anything else. I've mentioned before that this need is also why chastity belts, while they're very cool in concept and look fantastic on me, would drive me crazy. Of course it may be hot to have a horny little Asian fucktoy who can only think of sex all the time, but don't forget the extremely bitchy aspect. Just like some people can't function without their morning coffee, I have trouble functioning without my morning fuck.

So on quite a few occasions (almost everyday really), I would run into the bathroom and play with my little pussy. It wasn't just the bathroom though. I went surfing a lot because its what we do there and I can't tell you how often I would lay on my board, sliding my body up and down or rocking a little side to side while my hand was gripping the side of the board so I could slide a finger or two under me. Seriously, I would fall off my board on purpose just so I could run my hand into my bikini and I would hold my board with one hand to float and the other would work my pussy. Right there in the water. I'm a sick, sick girl!

Now that things have started to settle and calm down though, things are returning to normal and I went to sleep as usual with my hand over my mound, my fingers lightly playing with my folds and yes, I did wear a dog collar to bed too (I just do that sometimes) and of course I woke up really grinding away at my hand. This means only one thing...time to get laid! I'm not asking for volunteers yet by the way, though I'm sure that you wouldn't mind volunteering. It does mean I'll go out tonight I hope and do a little bondage play at a friend's house and who knows what will happen then, but whatever happens you can bet I'll cum like the sex crazed whore I am and I'll try to tell you about it too!

My Body is Back but My Brain Hasn't Arrived Yet!

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 21:50:00 +0000

I know I was away for a little longer than I planned but you know, sometimes these things happen. Anyway, everything is in better shape now family wise and while I don't think the situation is going to get better, at least now we have a better idea of how to deal with things in a way that makes sense you know.

Anyway, so now I'm back in Los Angeles which is nice. It's kind of wierd to come back to my place after being away for so long though. You know in a way I expected things to be different or wrong or something or maybe someone broke into my place and spread out all my latex outfits and stretched out all my panties and stockings by trying them on but nope, everything was right where I left it which is always nice.

Of course today I'm totally exhausted. Travelling does that to me you know and between dealing with the security people and all those stupid rules and hauling around heavy bags and waiting around a lot, its a pain. I'd like to be like that Japanese guy on the Heroes show. Instant travel and think of all the money you save on plane tickets. Of course you don't get the frequent flyer miles that way but then again, who cares!

So I'm pretty excited to be home. Needless to say, my sex life hasn't been great while was I was in Hawaii (though not totally dead, I did manage to have a little fun) but then for me you know I'm pretty oversexed as it is so now that I'm back things can get back to normal. I think that being the case I probably won't close my legs for like a week. Anyway, I have lots of fun stuff to talk about and as usual if you have any thoughts, ideas, fantasies or whatever else you want to share, please go to the forum section of my webcage at maliia.com and not only will lots of people including me enjoy and respond to whatever you share but you can enjoy a lot of what others have had to say as well.

Going Back to Hawaii so I May Not Update Blog for a Couple Weeks

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 16:33:00 +0000

I love to go out and have fun and go dancing and do wild stuff of course. The thing about New Years though is that even though I love to go out a lot, I feel that there's a lot more pressure for New Years. You know if I go out to a club or a party any other time of the year, maybe it will be fun and maybe it will suck but so what if it does you know? Worst thing happens is the place sucks and you leave and you find something else to do. The problem with New Years is that you feel like you need to go do something extra special or extra fun and you want to be in the perfect place at midnight and you definately don't want to be stuck driving to a club or standing in a line somewhere. Then there's the actual countdown part. No one's clock is ever really the same so you're standing in a club, they're doing a countdown and you have to figure that sure, it may be within one or two minutes of what Dick Clark has but are we really counting down second for second? When we're ushering in the New Year, maybe the Las Vegas people (I have to say Las Vegas since they're in our same time zone and New York obviously finishes their New Years 3 hours earlier) are done kissing and hugging or maybe their countdown hasn't even begun yet. It just seems a little silly and the whole thing when you do hit midnight is a little dissapointing anyway. At least for me. Sure my friends hug me and kiss me and spank me and whatever else they want to do to a naughty little brown slut like me, but still. It's midnight you know? I didn't get this kind of celebration going the other 364 times it turned midnight during the year. It's not like I was celebrating the fact that I didn't turn into a pumpkin this time.

The thing about New Years is that it also draws me closer to another event that comes shortly after. My birthday which is on the fourth. It used to be when I was little that I loved my birthday. It was parties and presents and fun and cake. Now though I'm just another year older. I still try to go out and have fun but its just not the same as it was when I was a keiki (child). After my last post someone had the suggestion that I should make a list of all the stuff I want from places like Stockroom, give my friend's address so there's total privacy for me and let anyone who wants to buy me a bondage present to do so. I didn't want anyone to think I was taking advantage of them though and honestly, I'm not sure anyone would do it anyway. Sure, everyone seems to like me and my cute little brown body but that doesn't mean I should ask for presents or anything.

Finally this brings us to the last issue. I'm going to spend part of my birthday dealing with flying back to Hawaii for a while. I wish I could say its for fun and New Year and birthday and lots of other things, but really its because my Grandma is having a lot of trouble so I'm going back to help my family for a couple weeks. This means that not only will I not have a whole lot of fun sexual adventures (and will probably be spending a lot of time playing with myself at night) but my internet access for checking email and updating my blog will be spotty at best so I wanted you to know this so that if my blog sits like this and isn't updated for 2-3 weeks, well its not that I've abandoned it or you or my webcage, its just that I can't get to it right now. Same with email. I know I've always been a little slow with email but it'll obviously be a little slower right now as well. I hope that while I'm helping my family though you will keep enjoying my little webcage and my photos and videos and definately stories and when I get back here to Los Angeles shortly, I'll catch everything up again okey? So anyway, I hope you have a great year and I'm looking forward to doing all kinds of naughty stuff for you and of course for my own out of control sexual satisfaction.

The Art of Gift Giving

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Tue, 26 Dec 2006 19:09:00 +0000

I love to get presents. I really do and it makes me wonder why more of you haven't sent me some of the items on my fetish outfit and equipment wish list. Oh well. Anyway, I hope everyone had a great holiday. As I said before, you don't have to be Christian to enjoy the cultural aspect of the day and I know I enjoyed seeing the lights and having fun with friends. It was a good time.

Still, the whole present issue. You know a lot of stores do wedding registry now. It makes sense to me. You go in and say what you want and people buy it for you. Everyone wins. You get stuff you wanted and not useless crap that ends up being used as doorstops or being re-gifted and they get to quickly and easily get you something that they know you're going to love rather than racking their brains for days or weeks trying to figure out the perfect gift for you because their mind reading skills happen to be malfunctioning at the time. I'm surprised actually that stores don't do registry for other events. Seriously, wouldn't it make sense to have a Christmas registry? You go to a store, register your crap and then tell all your friends to go there to buy your stuff. They do the same thing, everyone wins. Of course it probably would be even easier just to buy yourself what you want, they buy what they want and then everyone really wins. Or maybe we should all just hold on to our money and buy stuff we want when we want it and not worry about the whole giving thing.

Of course that would ruin the surprise of the thing. I love good suprises. I hate bad ones. That's why the registry is so important, even for birthdays! You know what really sucks though? Someone gives you a gift that just really sucks. You open things thing, take it out of the box and it looks like a pair of socks that came off an alley cat that was dead in the road for three weeks before some enterprising guy thought to make socks out of them. Now seriously, are you going to tell your friend that he's a fucking idiot for buying this for you? That's just a little bit ungrateful don't you think? So no, you have to suddenly become an academy award winning actress (or actor if you have a penis and no tits) and pretend like its the greatest thing you've ever seen only to spare the feelings of your friend who clearly must be mildly retarded to get you such a stupid present to begin with. Of course most people aren't such good actors. If we were, we'd be sitting around in our living rooms watching each other instead of the television. So its pretty obvious most of the time when someone is getting saddled with something they can't stand. "Oh, it's a pair of dead cat socks, um, thanks Bob, they're, um just what I've um always um wanted". Yeah right. You were already trying to figure out how to either destroy, donate or regift them before they were completely out of the box.

I think that's part of why people love giving these gift cards now. It's the big thing. I don't get it at all. See, they don't want to give cash because that's too impersonal so instead they're giving a piece of plastic that works like cash but isn't nearly as good because it can only be used in one place and has all kinds of limitations to it. Worse still is the thing that the stores who sell the gift cards love. The fact that either you have to spend more money than the gift card is worth in order to get the full value from it in which case the store makes extra money, or you spend less than the full value in which case the store gets free money from the left over. Besides, statistics show that 15-20% of gift cards go completely unused. The people at Best Buy and Home Depot love that you know.

I guess most of the year gifts work out okey because its not an immediate reciprical proposition. Someone gives you a birthday present and you have months to come up with something for them. Of course if you forget or get cheapie on them, they might get annoyed and leave you off their birthday present list next year. See that's the problem with Christmas gifts though. Sure they should be given from the heart and without expectation but lets face it, most of us aren't going to keep giving gifts year after year to people who don't recipricate in some way and worse maybe totally ungrateful. There may be certain exceptions for close family or friends, but otherwise it just doesn't work. So in gift giving even if your heart is pure and you expect nothing in return, it still puts a lot of pressure on the other person. I had a friend who wanted to go out with me last Friday night and said he and his wife had a present for me. Now I sent them a card but I didn't get them an actual present. That may have been fine with them but suddenly it put all this pressure on me to have to go out and find something for them. After all, it wouldn't be right to show up empty handed if they were going to give me something. But then you get more pressure of what if my present is cheap compared to theirs or worse, what if I overspend and theirs is cheap compared to mine, making them feel bad. And even if they are the same value, what if there's a misinterpretation of value or what if they don't like it. This is just for one set of friends mind you, imagine having this issue with a big family and a large circle of friends. It's no wonder people lose their minds and get totally stressed out during the holidays. If I got presents for everyone like that, I'd lose my shit too. Luckily I generally only get a few small things for some close friends and thats it. Seriously, it's a holiday it's not worth losing your mind over.

What I really want though is for fetish stores to come up with a gift registry. I have to believe one of these places like Pleasure Chest or Stockroom already has one and I've just overlooked it. Granted, that's the kind of thing you really only share with your friends who are into bdsm and sexual fun. It's a little wierd to say to Grandma Nanihiki that what you really want for your birthday is a latex catsuit and a dildo with vibrating nodules. Of course my grandma is pretty cool and given that she is a woman and understands and woman's needs, she may end up surprising me. Still, there's somethings I'd rather not involve my family in you know. Nevertheless, if you hear about a registry at one of these cool bondage stores, let me know, maybe that way when next year rolls around, my stocking will be filled with tight shiny latex and exciting bdsm equipment rather than old socks that look like dead cat feet.

Maliia's Thoughts on Beauty Queen Makeout Sessions

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Fri, 22 Dec 2006 16:11:00 +0000

I don't think there's a lot I can really say about the whole Miss USA issue that hasn't been said already. I was talking about this with a friend and while I agreed that drugs are bad and its particularly bad for a role model type to be taking them if in fact that's what happened. But seriously, if we can't teach girls that it's perfectly acceptable in our society to make out with other girls, particularly when they're gorgeous beauty queens, then what has our country really come to? Believe me that making out with girls is just as fun for the girls as it is for all the horny men who are standing around watching them rub their tongues together. I know this from lots and lots of personal experience of making out with hot girls in public.

See, this is why I don't think I ever had a shot at being a beauty queen. I could have been one too. One of my friends when I was growing up was Miss Maui and went on to be a finalist at Miss Hawaii. I could have done that. I'm a lot cooler than she is and not to be too modest or anything but I'm told I'm a lot sexier too! Of course at the time I was busy surfing and trying to prove that I could kick any guy's ass. Hey, when you're a petite girl and 5'2 or so and involved with a very male dominated sport, sometimes you have to get more assertive and fight for your place you know? So that's what I was doing. Even then though I had already started playing with other girls and I was starting to realize my interest in bondage. I knew I loved to be tied or chained up and I knew I loved to be controlled, I was just starting to figure out the details of what I specifically liked and didn't like and why I liked it.

Oh sure, I got invited to compete for Miss Maui but I turned it down. My mother tried to force me into a beauty pageant once but it was like a trip to the dentist for me. After that I never wanted to go back. My little sister Analei got into all that girly girl stuff. She loved the pageants, fashion shows, Barbie Dolls. The whole thing. Anyway, it's just as well that I never got into being a beauty queen because I'm pretty sure that my lifestyle would make Miss USA look positively tame. Maybe that's really what she needs to restore her girl next door rolemodel image. Have someone like me come along who wears tight fetish clothes and skimpy slut outfits in public, loves to be chained up and humliated and practically fucks anything that moves, male or female, and suddenly she's starting to look pretty wholesome!

Frankly I think the pageant is stuck in the past anyway and needs an update. Sure, they've got the evening gown and the swimsuit competition, but where you really start to seperate the contestants should be in competitions for stripper dancing and tongue kissing the other beauty queens. I'm pretty sure the ratings would go through the roof, though the pageant may have to switch to HBO to really show the detail of the new competitions.

I'm glad she got a second chance, maybe this means if I see her in a bar with her legs wrapped around a dance pole, she'll want to come make out with me and maybe let me use my strap-on on her. Besides, do we really want some whitewashed do-gooder who yammers on about world peace and feeding the hungry representing the USA or wouldn't a hot chick who spends most of the pageant trying to nail Miss Thailand be a far better choice. I'm going with the second one, I'd definately watch that!

Maliia's Thoughts on That Whole Holiday Thing

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 16:13:00 +0000

There are people I send Christmas cards to every year. I used to have a much bigger list but over the years I discovered that most of the people I sent cards to never sent me anything. I didn't send the card for something in return, but I always felt like some acknoweledgement that they even received a card from me would have been good. Even if in a phone conversation they just said something like "hey Maliia, thanks for the card". See, that would have been fine. So now I have a very small list of people I send cards to and an even smaller list of people I will give a present to. I just don't make a big deal out of the whole having to run around and shop and give gifts to people thing.

Maybe part of it is the fact that I'm not Christian so for me its just not so important to max out your credit card so you can give tons of stuff to all the people you care about, but I suspect that I probably have a much better understanding of the holiday and the season than most of those people who are filling the malls and fighting over the last Elmo doll for their bratty little four year old or shooting each other over a Playstation 3. The holiday season, and that's any of the holidays you want to throw into this mix, aren't about what you give people in terms of material items but rather in terms of your heart and love. A lot of people get confused on this point and think that their love and thought can be shown best by what they buy the person and how much they spend. It's not just their fault though, on the receiving end people are just as guilty of associating love with whether or not they got what they wanted. The truth though is that while salesmen will try to use pitches like "don't you want to give the best for your family" (who is going to say no to that one? No, I want to give my family the worst and run off to Aruba with a Playboy model with the money I save) and comercials and all the rest will try to convince you that the best way to show your love is to max out your credit card, the truth is that showing love and caring doesn't cost money, it costs time and it requires a certain level of emotional openness I suppose.

Maybe this is just the Buddhist in me, you know, we go for that whole non-materialism angle which works great for me until I see a new shiny tight latex fetish outfit I want and then it all goes out the window. And I'll be the first to tell you that if someone were to get me an outfit like that I would be totally appreciative and think that person was totally thoughtful and must really care about me. But you know, even if someone just gave me a card or spent some time talking with me, I'd still think they cared about me, and no less than if they had gotten me that fetish outfit to cover my hot little brown body.

It always amazes me how some people feel the need to be nicer during this time. They think that the Christmas season is the time when they should let things go and try to be nicer to their fellow man. I'm not the first person to say this and I'm pretty sure that the point isn't to be nicer during December, particularly in high stress situations including office Christmas parties (which fully half of office workers say they wish they didn't have to go to either for obligation or fear of doing something stupid) and of course shopping, but rather to try and be a little nicer throughout the year and more patient too. Let's face it, there's a lot of stupid people out there. By definition, half the people out there are dumber than average so we need to realize the importance of taking time to let others, even people we may not know very well, know that they deserve respect too.

So I was looking around for cards to send with a friend and my friend said that I should just get non denominational holiday cards. I thought about this but I realized that all my friends I'm sending the cards to are Christian. Christmas is their holiday, what's wrong with acknowledging that? Sure, it's inappropriate to send a Christmas card to a Jewish person but its just too watered down and lame to send some covering all the bases card to a Christian person rather than one that really wishes them to have THEIR holiday be happy you know? It's like buying a generic happy birthday card for your mother when really, you should be looking in the section that says Happy Birthday Mom. You know, mothers like to see that you put a little extra effort into making it specific to them. Not because the mom part makes a difference but because it shows you put some thought into it rather than just grabbing the first card off the rack that looked like it had a picture of a birthday cake on it. Well, to me, sending cards that acknowledge the right holiday to the right person is the same way. I guess the arguement could be made that maybe you don't know someone's religion or you don't want to risk getting it wrong or you're a company doing a mass mailing or whatever, but still, I think if you can get it right, you should make an effort to. That's the whole point of a card in the first place isn't it? To say to the other person, hey, I was thinking of you, I went and made an effort for you to show you that I care about you. That's what it should say to me at least.

I was kind of glad to see more stores and commercials acknowledging Christmas this year. Now they're more and more saying Christmas Sale and stuff. That's cool I think. 85% of Americans are Christian, it makes sense to appeal to the broader market as long as you don't alienate the other 15%. Having a nativity scene or a Christmas tree is cool to me, as long as you don't say well, we'll have this but if those Jewish guys with the cool little caps want a menorah, fuck them. I wouldn't require it, but I definately would leave the door open for the option. Of course this stuff can be taken too far too. I was in the grocery store the other day and I bought some stuff and the cashier said to me "Merry Christmas". I thought that was nice you know? I'm not Christian but that's okey, it was a nice gesture. But then her next line was stepping out of the bounds of appropriate. She said "Jesus is the reason for the season".

Now I know Jesus is the whole reason for Christmas. Never mind the fact that most historians think Jesus was probably born in March and those clever Christian marketers moved the celebration to December to coincide with the pagan holiday of Winter Solstace which is on the 21st. But there's really two kinds of Christmas holidays. There's the religious one of course which is church and Jesus and the whole faith aspect of it which is something that Christians everywhere can enjoy and really feel like an important part of. Then there's what I call the American cultural aspect. I guess it's not just American given the fact that Americans export so much culture to the rest of the world, but seriously. What the hell does Santa Claus have to do with Jesus? Nothing! Our current incarnation of Santa was invented by the Coca Cola company based on a story of a monk who would give food and clothes to poor kids. The whole sleigh, fat belly, red suit, black belt, white beard. It's all Coca Cola. And each year we have more and more cultural additions to this holiday. Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, Frosty the Snowman. Hey I love them too but what they hell do they have to do with Jesus? Nothing!

And that brings me to my point. I love the Christmas season. Not for the religious aspect and certainly not for the shopping or the false kindness that people feel obligated to show, but for the cultural part. I love the way people decorate their houses with lights. I'd never have a Christmas tree, but I love the way people take such care to make them special and I think putting presents under them is too cool. Peppermint Candy Canes totally rock, yes I love Christmas cartoons, even Rudolph and Frosty, and for me Christmas parties are a blast though unless it's a bondage party, and some are (it's fun to be tied up by a string of lights or made into a human Christmas Tree) I do have to tone down my whole fetish outlook just a pinch. I'm a huge fan of Christmas songs though like Thanksgiving turkey, I tend to load up on them in December, and by the time Christmas actually rolls around, I'm so sick of them that I don't want to hear them again for another year. So that's my outlook on this whole holiday thing. Hey, everyone looks at it a different way and that's totally fine with me. This is just how I see things. No matter how you see it though, I hope you have a great (insert name of your holiday here) and while being naughty might make Santa stay away from your house, it can have some nice fringe benefits including a spanking!

Fetishwear for 60% Off? I Don't Think So!

noreply@blogger.com (Slave Maliia) — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 16:10:00 +0000

Everyone makes such a big deal out of Christmas shopping. I mean I'm not surprised or anything, it is the culture we live in and I guess a big part of it is that all the stores hype it up big time to squeeze more money from your wallet. I've always thought it was ironic that you read a newspaper or watch a news show and they always try to give you all this advice about not overspending and not charging your card too much and how not to get in too much debt for the holidays and then on the opposite page or the very next commercial is a great big ad about how your loved one will really enjoy some super overpriced piece of garbage that was marked up 200% and now has been marked down up to 60%. It's like they're saying here's our advice, but not really because the people who pay our bills really do want you to run up your credit cards and shop till you drop.

I like shopping usually, especially for myself though I don't like to shop around holiday time because the stores are way too crowded and often the sales people aren't as nice oryou don't get as good of service because of the crowds. I actually tend to do a lot less shopping around this time. I always get a crack out of those two words though when they have the sales. You know, "up to". I had to teach my friend about that. She got all excited because one of her favorite stores was having an after Thanksgiving sale and everything in the store was "up to" 60% off. I tried to explain to her that this meant the worst pieces of garbage in the store that they couldn't give away would be 60% off, the middle grade stuff that was moving but slowly would be 10-20% and anything that was new or halfway decent wouldn't be on sale but you'd end up buying it anyway because after all, there you are in the store. That's what the store is counting on anyway. So we went to the store because sometimes you just can't explain these things to people, they have to have the experience for themselves and sure enough the stuff that was 60% off was pretty crappy. We were told that they had a better selection earlier but that it was all gone now. We got there an hour after opening so either they had hoards of people who didn't have a Star Wars or Playstation line to get into so they decided to wait in front of the Banana Republic instead in the hopes of finally getting that new pair of capri pants they've been hearing rumors about for months, or there just wasn't that much to start with.

I love to window shop online though. I don't have the hassle of the stores and rude sales people and pushing and wondering if there's something better or cheaper or will the item go on sale tommorow for 20% off. I hate that a lot when you buy something today and there's a big sale tommorow. Sometimes the sales people will tell you not to buy something and they'll hold it for you until the next day or if they're really good, they'll just go ahead and give you the discount early, but those kinds of people are few and far between. Most sales people just aren't that interested in giving good service and for what a lot of them are paid, I guess they don't have a lot of motivation to do so.

The problem with actually buying online is mostly a sizing issue. We've discussed before the fact that I'm a very small girl and so it can be hard sometimes to find things that fit me right. People I go shopping with sometimes will see a shirt that on the rack looks like it would be too small for a 4 year old girl, but on me it's just way too big. I of course having the experience can often just look at it and get a feel for whether or not it will work. Let's face it, as America grows fatter and the people get bigger, the odds are that there will be fewer things that fit me, not more. Especially if clothing makers start upping the sizes on me. Then I'm totally screwed and I'll have to start running around naked. Which I guess isn't such a bad thing since I love to show off my cute little brown body so much and then there's the added benefit of all the money I'd save on clothes. Still, I'm pretty sure the police would come lock me up if I did that, even if they were impressed by the show and reluctant to end it.

I've tried buying some things online before and the sizing rarely works out. There are a few online stores that have very precise sizing charts and liberal return policies that make it easy, but generally its a pain. Especially for fetish outfits. I go to websites like Stockroom and a few others and I see all these gorgeous outfits that I would look SO hot it. Tight and shiny rubber, latex, leather. Delicious. It looks like they might have my size too. But it's hard to tell. Will their size 0 be the same as the size 0 I get from the Bebe store? And even if it is, how do I know the way the thing is cut will work for my body shape? I wouldn't mind giving it a try if they would let me return the thing and not pay for shipping back and not charge anything if it's returned, but a lot of these fetish stores charge a 15% restocking fee if it doesn't work out. Well that's a lot of money and can add up.

So as much as I like to shop, the next couple of weeks are like a shopping vacation for me. Don't worry though, I'll be back on the job again next month! Hey, someone has to keep the demand up for the petites section, otherwise the stores might stop selling it all together. Then my only option really will be to run around naked, which since I'm a total exhibitionist, might not be such a bad thing after all.