Music & Female Supremacy: Suffocated Love

This is a good one. One of my favorite female artists is Bjork, and one of my favorite male artists is Tricky. Tricky is generally known as a “trip-hop” artist. This song is one of my favorites from his first solo album Maxinquaye. This is a highly-sexualized song, and I tend to think of it as the pro-Domme anthem, as the dynamic is too sexualized and too selfish for it to be an outright slavish song. There are elements of truest submission in the lyrics, just like in the dynamic of the paid submissive’s reality, and I simply love the song because it is mood music, like so much of Tricky’s work. If you do drugs, I highly recommend this entire album, a dark room, and contemplation. Even if you don’t, get the album anyway, if you like this sort of music. The woman who accompanies him on the song is his former girlfriend, mother of his child, and once-frequent collaborator, Martina Topley-Bird. The youtube version is here.

It's too good, it's too nice
She makes me finish too quick
Is it love? No not love
She turns my sexual trick

She says she's mine, I know she lies
First, I scream, then I cry
Take a second of me
You beckon, I'll bleed
She suffocates me

She suffocates me with suggestion
I asked do you feel the same?
And later on, maybe
I'll tell you my real name
She's so good, she's so bad

You understand, I can't expand
Now I could just kill a man
She's on her knees, I say please
I cross her city lines, she's got brown eyes

I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

Forgive and you're forgiven
Kingdom come
Can you wait for yours, I need to taste some
Life's pretty funny, I laugh while she spends my money
She's my freak, I guess I'm weak

You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass my idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways

I keep her warm, but we never kiss
She cuts my slender wrists
Let's waste some more time
I sign the dotted line
A different level, she devil

I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass my idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm but we never kiss

She says I'm weak and immature
But it's cool
I know what money's for
Push comes to shove, her tongue's her favourite weapon on attack
I slap her back, she mostly hates me

I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

Can I take off your clothes
Before we go out?
And when you're helpless, I'll scream and shout
We finish everyday, well, anyway

Sixty nine degrees
My head's between your knees
You ask what is this?
Mind your business

It's too good, it's too nice
She makes me finish too quick
Is it love? No not love
She turns my sexual trick

She says she's mine, I know she lies
First, I scream, then I cry
Take a second of me
You beckon, I'll bleed
Take a second of me

I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

Lyrics from: http://www.metrolyrics.com/suffocated-love-lyrics-tricky.html

Music & Female Supremacy: She Belongs to me

This song is close to my heart. My mother has always said that this song reminds her of me, and she has said that all of my life. She says it with a wink and a smile, but she does believe that it is an accurate description of how some think of me. I have a love for Dylan that all lover’s of Dylan have; one that is based on his songwriting skill, but also his apparent ability to understand so many points of view and accurately describe so many things in a way that only a true philosopher and critic of the human race can. The title does (and has always) make me uncomfortable, as it so blatantly describes ownership, but the title is so perfect for this reason, in my opinion.

All I found on youtube was covers of this particular song, so research it on your own time, if you haven't heard it.

She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child
The Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give her a drum.

Lyrics from: http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Bob-Dylan/She-Belongs-To-Me.html

Music & Female Supremacy: Closer

This is a pop song, and it is much more recent, from about 2008. The singer is also a songwriter and has written a lot of songs for today’s female pop singers, which are considered “women’s anthems.” I find this interesting because a lot of these songs are progressive and tout female supremacy and are written by a man. This song is one of those he wrote and chose to keep for himself, which is telling. Take away the pop music and flair and I find the lyrics to be almost exactly what a male submissive would say. How enticing. I ask that you read the lyrics and then listen to the song, which is here.

*Because of all of the repetition, found in almost all of today’s pop music, I have amended the lyric here (and because one of the lyrics is misquoted).*

Verse 1:
Turn the lights up in this place
And she shines just like a star
And I swear I know her face
I just don’t know who you are
Turn the music up in here
I still hear her loud and clear
Like she’s right there in my ear
Telling me
She wants to own me
To control me
Come closer
Come closer

Chorus:
And I just can’t pull myself away
From the respect I can make
I just cant stop
I just cant stop
I just cant stop
I just cant stop
And I just can’t bring myself away
But I don’t want to escape
I just can’t stop
I just can’t stop
I just can’t stop
I just can’t stop
I just can’t stop

Verse 2:
I can feel her on my skin
I can taste her on my tongue
Shes the sweetest taste Ive seen
(This is wrong, the lyric is actually “She’s the sweetest taste of sin”)
The more I get the more I want
She wants to own me
Come closer
She says "come closer"

Music & Female Supremacy: Use Me

This is sort of a submissive’s anthem, in my opinion, and is one of my favorite Withers’ song, due to its catchy tune and is lazy way of singing it. I don’t need to add much of a description of this one, as it couldn’t be more clear by its lyrics. I will say that what makes this song special, more special than many of the sort of “How do I love thee” songs, is that Bill makes no pretense to altruism, admitting, gleefully as he does at song’s end, that he is using his love interest in his own selfish way, as much as she is using him. He thumbs his nose at all naysayers as well, knowing that they can’t appreciate the situations he is in. I have attached both the lyrics and a youtube linked version of the song, which you can listen to here.

My friends feel it's their appointed duty
They keep trying to tell me
All you want to do is use me
Ha, ha, but my answer, ha, ha
Yeah, to all that use me stuff
Is I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Oh, you just keep on using me
Until you use me up

Until you use me up

My brother, sit me right down
And he talked to me, ah-ha
He told me, ah-ha
That I ought not to let you just walk on me
And I'm sure he meant well
Yeah, but when our talk was through
I-I-I said brother, if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on using me
Until you use me up

Until you use me up

Oh sometimes, it's true you really do abuse me
You get in a crowd of high class people
And then you act real rude to me
But oh baby, baby, baby, baby
When you love me I can't get enough
I-I and I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Oh, you just keep on using me
Until you use me up

Until you use me up

Talking about you using me
But it all depends on what you do
It ain't too bad the way you're using me
'Cause I sure am using you
To do the things you do
Ah-ha, to do the things you do

Lyircs from: http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Bill-Withers/Use-Me.html

Fear

Today I took some time to read old messages and received one from a reader and slave-to-be who spoke of how he has yet been unable to give in to the fear that keeps him from fully serving. In my short response I simply said that fear is the basis of the D/s dynamic and certainly the D/s relationship. After sending my note I thought of how true that statement is.

Fear works on both sides. There is perhaps nothing sweeter than a slave cowering in fear after a beating has begun; unrestrained, able to get away if the spirit so moved him, but still standing, kneeling, or laying in submission and divine acceptance of his fate. This is incredible arousing to a Mistress like me, but also, on a deeper level, more satisfying than anything sexual could ever be. Why? Because we can appreciate what it takes to accept punishment and fall into fear in such a submissive way.

But fear is not only punishment-based. Part of what drives a submissive, and certainly a slave, is having a dominant person take responsibility for them on whatever level. As the level of responsibility increases as does the submission and too, the fear. The fear, therefore, is increasingly prevalent and increasingly endured, accepted, desired, and enjoyed. That fear serves to keep the slave in place in more ways that one in that way.

For the Domme, the fear is there too, though perhaps more subtle in nature. The D/s dynamic is symbiotic, after all, with each side giving and taking in essentially equal measure. One side of the Domme’s fear is perhaps more understandable to the “vanilla” crowd, and that is simply the basic fear of an ended relationship, though in the D/s dynamic it is a much more hearty emotion, considering the relationship is deeper and involves more, in my extremely biased opinion, than a long-term “vanilla” relationship. As the relationship endures, more is expected of the slave and the Domme has more to lose should the slave ever leave. Of course, this is unlikely, as it should be harder and harder for the slave to leave as its enslavement develops. Yet, the fear is somewhere there, buried down deep.

As such, fear is everywhere in the D/s relationship, slipping in and out of corners and into crevices. The fear is not a negative thing, however, and truly should be considered a wholesome and appreciated quality in the dynamic. The next time you feel fear, dear readers, embrace it, enjoy it, and welcome it. Get to know it, be satisfied in it, and let it grow….you will find that you will grow in the most delightful ways. Whatever you do, don’t turn away from it, as you will lose the essence of yourself and your life goal of full enslavement.

Religions are based on both fear and worship; you cannot worship without fear.

****Busier than I thought I would be, but it is a delicious sort of busy and I have enjoyed it…More later***

Slave Nutrition Basics: Recipe

As I was preparing my slave’s meal for the next few days (the poor thing ate only peanuts yesterday due to a particularly grueling day of service and the fact that I forgot to feed him) I figured I might as well post a recipe and picture of a good slave staple, in my opinion. Unfortunately, the camera on my phone is not a great one but I attempted to tweak it a bit. Inexplicably it appears that some of the beans in the pot are green to my eyes, but they’re not. The next time I will turn on a light instead of natural light.

This is a great lunch and dinner meal and it’s basic enough for the most budget-conscious Domme who believes in simplicity for her slave/s. I am a major lover of the slow-cooker, Crock Pot method of cooking, especially for slave diets. On a personal level, this style of cooking just makes me think of childhood and slower, simpler times, and it’s obviously a great time saver while being the antithesis, in many ways, of the microwave dinner ideal.

It should come as no surprise, then, that I own many different styles and brands of slow cookers. The one in this picture is great for a slave. I bought this last Black Friday for $3 on some sort of door-buster deal. They had a million of them and I should have bought more as they’d make great gifts…I’m rambling. Anyway, the slow-cooker holds 2 quarts of food, which is eight cups. Depending on the slave’s diet, that can be eight or four servings – I think any more is overfeeding.

The recipe - if one can call it that - is:
¾ cup brown rice
1 cup great northern white beans
1 chicken bullion cube (no MSG) –optional-
enough water to cover

To make this, simply add the beans and about 3 cups of hot water to the pot and let cook for 3-4 hours on low. This kind of bean will say soak overnight on the package, but ignore that. After the beans have cooked that long add the bullion cube to a cup of hot or boiling water and let dissolve and add to the pot. Then add your rice and enough hot water to fill the cooker. Let it cook for another 3-4 hours and check tenderness. If the rice is still starchy put the heat up to high for another hour or so. You can also cook it for about half the time on high the whole way through, but check often after the rice has been added because the rice will absorb the water and more may need to be added.

Of course, you can add whatever seasonings or take out the bullion cube entirely to keep it bland. Conversely, this makes a good side dish for a Mistress with a few add-ins; like homemade chicken stock instead of bullion perhaps, and some Parmesan cheese sprinkled on top before serving, if you’d like.
The bullion cubes are $1 for 25, the rice $0.89/lb, and the beans are about $0.79/lb. For this meal that’s right around $0.80 and you get at most 8 servings: $0.10/serving, not bad at all.

It has the benefit of being pretty bland visually, as evidenced in the picture, which I believe is a good way to reinforce a slave’s position. For those slaves with a dog bowl and no utensils, this makes a great mush if cooked long enough, and could be blended for a nice gruel, if one was so inclined. The rice is about 170 calories per serving, the bullion is 5, and the beans are 150. If your slave is very active and this is to be one or two meals out of three, definitely go ahead and make two cups a serving, and this will be about 1300 calories out of their daily caloric count, or mix it up however you’d like.

Gird your loins.

Emme & Music in May

This month I will be focusing the blog on music, as it is one of my favorite topics. Specifically I will be discussing Female Supremacist and D/s themes in music. Each week I will review and discuss one of my favorite songs with deep D/s meaning, as I see it. It will also give me a chance to discuss some notable “mainstream” singers and songwriters whose lives and/or lyrics suggest another side, as well as their wider cultures. I also plan to add some more “rant of the weeks” and I have at least two reviews I want to do this month.

The website will be unveiled this month (more on that this week) and I am almost completely sure I will have the slave begin his own blog. I am still deciding on the future of the yahoo group and leaning towards transferring that idea to my website. If you are interested in making the transition should I make it, you may “join” the yahoo group so you are put on the contacts list. Should the group move to the site, it is important that I have the right email address for those who are interested, as membership will be as limited as membership was to the group itself.

Also in May I will be slowing down in other areas in my life and I hope to be able to concentrate more on “ME” in May, which includes all of my lifestyle activities, such as the website, blogs, and, yes, even the radio show. The demands of the past few months have been overwhelming to a degree, but this month I am setting aside time for R&R.