Outdoor Sport for Dommes


This could be fun.

Summer is coming. You could always fill these with water and have some kind of outdoor fun with a naked submissive man. What are the penalties if he breaks the condom? What are the rules about how fast he’s allowed to move to avoid the condom?

Have fun. Nice of Condomania to pick a dozen pretty colours.

Condonmania offers a sampler of flavoured condoms.

Not only are the flavors and scents great, the condoms are brightly colored to match. This sampler includes flavors: apple, banana, chocolate, cherry, cola, grape, mint, orange, vanilla and strawberry, mint chocolate, fresh mint, island punch, strawberry chocolate, bubblegum, and banana split.

Documenting the Decline of the Bingo Hall

Documenting the Decline of the Bingo Hall
From thriving social clubs to piles of rubble.

abandoned bingo
(Image credit: Forsaken Fotos via Flickr)

The rough-hewn simplicity and rustic charm of traditional land-based bingo halls have captivated the imagination of thousands of people throughout the decades. Indeed, brick-and-mortar bingo halls are teeming with vibrant characters and interesting personalities that bring life to a time-honored establishment. So it’s not too surprising to learn that a few talented photographers have devoted their time and energies to document the humanity inside these old-school bingo halls. Washington resident Andrew Miksys was exposed to bingo at an early age. His father published the daily Bingo Today newspaper, which Miksys then delivered to bingo halls and convenience stores across Seattle. Miksys eventually toured America’s bingo halls to present a respectful look into the communal spirit that’s part of a bingo hall’s character.

There’s even more proof that the time-honored game is a veritable treasure trove of expressive portraits. German photographer Michael Hess is a structural engineer by training and a self-taught photographer by choice. Currently residing in London, Hess lived near a bingo hall in Southampton in 2005 and always wondered what happened inside. One fateful game in that same bingo hall was all it took to motivate Hess to travel to almost 70 bingo halls in the UK for the next four years. The result was Bingo and Social Club, a good-natured and graciously rare peek into the enigmatic society of bingo halls.

However, bingo halls are believed to be not long for this world, with many different bingo halls now closing all over the world. The classic game has found its new home online, where various companies have begun to launch online bingo portals which are much more convenient and easy to play. The Virtue Fusion software that runs the games on Betfair Bingo also allow for a variety of themed games to be held simultaneously, and land-based bingo halls just cannot keep up. As such, many bingo halls have shut down, their doors closing as though to keep their memories nestled within.

While they’re no longer visited by the average bingo player, these abandoned bingo halls have made for some truly evocative images, inspiring wayward photographers with the stories they seem to tell. Web Urbanist has even come out with a collection of haunting photographs of abandoned bingo halls called “Punched Cards”. The selection of photos has everything from dilapidated signage to the remains of old bingo cards and the remains of old structures that have now been reduced to rubble, and they make one think about all the history and memories that have been made in these places. Where people once crowded and fought to shout, “BINGO!”, there lies nothing but shambles and old signs. But often, these are exactly what the urban photographer is looking for.

Historically Interesting Casinos in Canada

Canada does not have a long history of actual buildings being made as casinos. We do have gambling far back in our history. John Cabot (circa 1497) noticed the native Canadians used sticks and pebbles to play games of chance.

The Canadian Criminal Code banned every form of gambling in 1892.

However, during  the days of the Klondike Gold Rush (1897 – 1899) Faro was a popular game of chance. By 1900 charities were holding bingo games and raffles. Next came horse racing and by 1925 agricultural fairs and exhibitions were permitted to hold gambling events.

Lotteries began in Canada in 1969. The government amended the Criminal Code to allow themselves to fund special projects from money made through lotteries. In 1974 the Olympics in Montreal were funded with lottery money.

In modern days most provinces have casinos.

Some are still government run, it depends on the province. Canadian casinos can be partially owned by private enterprise, government and the native Canadians who have special rights set out by the government. If you look for casinos in Canada you may find more online casinos than brick and mortar or land-based casinos. Like working from home you don’t actually have to get dressed up (or dressed at all) to play when your casino is online: www.gamingclub.com/nz/online-pokies

history of gambling in Canada

I grew up in the Toronto area where my family and I would attend the CNE (Canadian National Exhibition) each summer at least once. My sister’s favourite part of the CNE were the games. Although the midway games had to gear down for children to play, there was a casino for the adults too. I never saw the inside of it. Each year it would be packed up again and disappear until the next summer.

Now I live near the Barrie casino, the Georgian Downs. I see the horse and buggy races now and then. In season you can drive right by on the main highway through Barrie and pass close enough to Georgian Downs to see the horses racing, warming up or exercising.

My plan was to write about historical casinos in Canada but once I started looking for them I found there aren’t any which are very old.

The first commercial casino opened in 1993, located in Winnipeg, Manitoba.

The second to open and credited as the largest casino is in Montreal. It’s called The Montreal Casino and is located in Montreal, Quebec.  Open 24 hours a day, to those who are 18 years of age or older,  since October, 1993.

Indoor Playground for Sale (Ontario)

indoor playground Have you always wanted to run or own an indoor playground, games for kids with prizes and birthday parties every week? If you want it, you can buy it from my sister. Would help if you are somewhat local to Newmarket, Ontario.

She has been the sole owner/ proprietor for about 11 years. Opened a second location in Barrie, laser tag, mini golf and likely something else I’m forgetting. A Mom with 4 kids ranging in age from 18 to 4 herself she has done a lot. Time to focus her energies and she wants more time to play some tennis too.

If you happen to be up for it – take a look at the listing and see the photos. You might even talk to the real estate agent and make an offer.

How was that for a sales pitch?

Pride Before the Tumble

This Wicked Wednesday, which of course, I’m doing on Friday because I just thought about it this morning… the word is proud.

His pride suffocated everyone else in the room. On and on, his voice became a steady drone about himself. So proud, so intent on making sure everyone knows about it. The award he had won clenched in his hand as he waved it about while he spoke.

I noticed when he began to realize people were no longer hearing him, trying to avoid him. His face changed then. He got quiet and somehow even quieter once he sat down at his table to find everyone else had moved their name tags elsewhere. It was sad to see him then. Pride is like acid when your bubble is burst.

The award had meant a lot to him. Being a good sport, a good winner, isn’t so easy when you aren’t used to winning.

I didn’t like to see him deflated this way. I prefer a man to be human, versus the blow hard he had been when he was still so full of his own pride. However, this wasn’t just pity I was feeling. He was hurt, like a wounded little boy – except he wasn’t a boy. There was no pout to his expression, no sour grapes or signs of being a spoiled brat. He was just sad. Sitting alone, taking it like a man.

Being the sort of woman attracted to men… I joined his table.

He looked up but didn’t speak. Good, a little humble was a good thing. I smiled, a slow smile as if I had all the time in the world to move my lips upwards. A friend claimed my slow smile made me look like a shark in red lipstick. I was feeling a bit like a shark now.

He smiled back, just a touch of self-depreciation. I liked it.

Rising from my seat at the table, letting my curves speak for themselves as I walked away, I left my room key for him to pick up. These little games of seduction are fun for the not knowing – not having a plan with all the finer points worked out.

Of course, I’m not into taking too many chances. We’ve been married long enough for me to know he can’t resist my slinky red dress and my shark smile.

As We Become the Older Generation…

If you are 30, or older, you might think this is hilarious!

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning…. Uphill…. Barefoot… BOTH ways…yadda, yadda, yadda

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they’ve got it!

But now that I’m over the ripe old age of thirty, I can’t help but look around and notice the youth of today. You’ve got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don’t know how good you’ve got it!

1) I mean, when I was a kid we didn’t have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!

2) There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter – with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!

3) Child Protective Services didn’t care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe!

4) There were no MP3’s or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!

5) Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We’d play our favorite tape and “eject” it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that’s how we rolled, Baby! Dig?

6) We didn’t have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that’s it!

7) There weren’t any freakin’ cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn’t make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your “friends”. OH MY GOSH !!! Think of the horror… not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there’s TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are.

8) And we didn’t have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent…. you just didn’t know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

9) We didn’t have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like ‘Space Invaders’ and ‘Asteroids’… Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen.. Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

10) You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what’s the world coming to?!?!

11) There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I’m saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards!

12) And we didn’t have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that!

13) And our parents told us to stay outside and play… all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside… you were doing chores!

And car seats – oh, please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky, you got the “safety arm” across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling “shot gun” in the first place!

See! That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You’re spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn’t have lasted five minutes back in 1970 or any time before!


The Over 30 Crowd

via (34) If you are 30, or….

BDSM Flashers

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday June 24, 2004  

A BDSM flasher is a story in a hundred words or less, with a BDSM theme or topic. Of course there are standard flashers too, I don’t mean streakers. Just stories about general topics. Flasher, in this case, means it has a very tight word limit. Not all that different from writing haiku which has a limit of syllables, rather than words.

Can you do it? Think of it as a writing exercise. If you think this is too easy try cutting the word limit in half, you sadist. It does have to tell a story with a beginning, a middle and an ending. Just writing a short scene won’t cut it.

Here’s mine. As done for the BDSM Scribes http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BDSMScribes/ email list.

“Take off your clothes, little man.” She circled him, grinning wickedly.

His skin tingled, anticipating her first touch. Squirming, breathing in short gasps, heart pounding, craving her domination, he hovered at the edge of jerking himself off.

“Do you really know what it means to be mine, slut?”

“Yes!” He said, feeling almost mad with heat and need.

“It means I can play any games I want. Or, I can send you home, right now.”


“Yes, little man. Go home. Obey.”

So he left, without his clothes.

She sent an email. Tomorrow his real training would begin.

Now it’s your turn. I know some of you are writers. See if you can top me. *evil grin*

Types of Gorean Slaves

I like the Gorean style for male submissives. They have gone into so much detail. The service and ownership side of the Gore way of D/s is intricate and sexy. I like to keep information as I find it. Each point can be adapted to my own wants and needs as a Domme.

Types of Slaves

barbarian: a native of the planet Earth, usually used in a derogatory sense in reference to slave girls from that planet. Also defined as slave girls captured from outlying regions or cities. Barbarian slave girls from Earth are considered shamelessly sensual. (Assassin of Gor, page 20; Book 17: Savages of Gor, page 83)

below deck girl: the term used for slave girls transported in the hold of a ship; they are held in individual cages and because of infestations of lice, all of their body hair is shaved; the term ‘below-deck girl’ is used derisively especially by those slave girls allowed to remain on deck in cages, who need not have shaved heads, though all slaves on a slaver ship are unclothed. (Slave Girl of Gor, page 318 – 321)

bond-maid: In the north, the bond-maid is reffered to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword. (Marauders of Gor, page 87)

chamber slave: A slave assigned to a chamber who may be used and ‘temporarily’ owned by any Master who resides within said chamber for any period of tim. The number on the collar matches the number for the chamber/room. (Priest-Kings of Gor)

clad kajir: among the Wagon Peoples, this phrase refers to slaves who wear four articles; the curla, chatka, kalmak and koora. (Nomads of Gor, page 30)

coin girl: A slave girl who with a coinbox and triangular flat bell chained around her neck is sent out in the streets of a city to earn money from masters in return for her sexual use.

debtor slut: one who is more of a free woman, unowned and yet collared, serving as a debt or to ‘earn her keep’ (the concept of “earning one’s keep,” in one sense, a strict legal sense, is more appropriate to a free woman than a slave) and pay off debts she may have rung up by ‘toying’ with a Free Man; she may serve sexually even; it is said that such a woman ‘comes cheap’ and of course her use costs less than the use of a typical slave (Vagabonds of Gor)

display slave: a slavegirl whose primary purpose is for the display of her beauty to reflect the affluence of her Master; often chained in coffle with other display slaves behind the palanquin or other transport of her Master

draft slave: (Raiders of Gor, page 15)

earth girls: slave girls abducted from Earth called barbarians. They are considered among Goreans to be the lowest and hottest of slaves. (Guardsman of Gor, page 67)

exotic: a slave male or female bred for special purposes producing quaint or unusual purposes; the slave may be bred for pleasure purposes or just for showcase purposes, such as the sweet curling of a lip or more hideously for long earlobes or a curviture of the spine; an example is the passion slave. (Raiders of Gor, page 15)

fighting slaves: collared slaves, squaring off against one another in the sand often in competition, stripped to the waist. The slaves may or may not carry a weapon such as a hook knife; the victor may or may not win his freedom. (Assassin of Gor) in effect gladiators, men purchased for use as bodyguards or combatants in arranged games. (Fighting Slave of Gor)

first girl: a slave who is put in charge of other girls; given power by her Master/Owner to oversee other slaves, perhaps a specific set of slaves: work slaves, kitchen slaves, etc; she may often do so much as punish those slaves put beneath her. See also lead girl. (Slave Girl of Gor; Captive of Gor, page 295; Nomads of Gor}

flute girl: slave trained in the fine art of music.

galley slave: used for menial, back breaking tasks. (Raiders of Gor)

kettle girl: often said to be too ignorant to even train to be a slave. (Assassin of Gor)

kitchen slave: (Assassin of Gor)

lead girl: a slave who is put in charge of other girls; in the books she even directs the guards to do certain things to the slaves; addressed by the slaves beneath her as ‘mistress’

love slave: a slave who is loved by her Master and taken for His love for her, often the most ‘perfect’ of bondages is between a love slave and her love Master. (Magicians of Gor)

luck girl: a slave girl who acts as mascot onboard ship; her use is usually reserved for the captain of the ship but she may be shared with the crew usually as a disciplinary measure. (Book 16: Tribesmen of Gor, page 61)

mul: slaves of the Priest-Kings (Priest-Kings of Gor)

passion slave: a slave girl who has been bred rather captured; specifically one that has been bred for a particular trait such as beauty or slave heat or the shape of her lips. (Priest Kings of Gor, page 53)

peirced-ear girl: a common Turian custom which became popular after the fall of Turia to the Wagon Peoples; such a girl is permanently marked as the most abject of slaves. (Captive of Gor, pages 157, 167 and 319; Savages of Gor, page 10-11)

pleasure slave: a slave girl whose main function is sexual servitude to her master; traditionally she kneels with her knees spread wide and her hands either resting on her thighs or in some cities crossed behind her ready for binding. (Captive of Gor, page 101)

pot girl: a slave girl whose main function is cooking and other menial tasks. (Assassin of Gor, page 164)

red silk girl: A slave girl who is not a virgin, or, as is said on Gor, her body has been ‘opened by men’. (Savages of Gor, page 205; Blood Brothers of Gor, page 472; Dancer of Gor, pages 128 and 204)

sa-fora: slavegirl; Chain Daughter or Daughter of the Chain. (Nomads of Gor, page 30; Hunters of Gor ,page 194)

seduction slave: a slave used to trap an unwitting Free Woman into couching with him so that she may be bonded to his owner by law. (Magicians of Gor)

serving slaves: often uncollared within the house; sent about to tend to tidying up and cleaning and feeding new slaves. (Assassin of Gor)

she-urts: short for ‘she-urts of the wharves’ homeless free girls – runaways, vagabonds, orphans, etc. – who live near the canals in port cities surviving by scavenging begging stealing and sleeping with paga attendants; they sleep wherever they find space and usually wear a brief tunic instead of Robes of Concealment. (Explorers of Gor, page 62)

silk girl: term used by those of Torvaldsland to denote a slavegirl from the southern cities; often used disparagingly.(Marauders of Gor, page 144)

silk slave: a male pleasure slave. His function, unlike the common kajirus, is attendance to a free woman. (Fighting Slave of Gor, pages 157 and 164; Mercenaries of Gor, page 437)

state slave: slave owned by the city or state; wears a distinctive color or garment for the state; often may have short/shorn hair that is brushed back from the face (Assassin of Gor; Raiders of Gor)

white silk girl: a virgin or as is said on Gor, a slave who has not been ‘opened by men’. (Savages of Gor, page 205; Blood Brothers of Gor, page 472; Dancer of Gor, page 128)

pagar kajira: pleasure slave

work girl: a simple slave sent to the duties of working, cleaning, kitchen, washing, etc… beneath many of the other slaves, the lowest of the low.(Captive of Gor)

Chrome Daisy

There’s a Lady Gaga theme on Facebook games ( a few of them) now. I had never heard of her until my Mom came back from Florida and was talking about her last year. Mom likes to was the American Idol show and Lady Gaga was on there as well. She’s younger than I thought. Anyway, I liked the idea of shiny, chrome daisies when I saw them come up with the new stuff on Facebook. Daisies are nice in all kinds of designs. I especially like them done in blue and white. Chrome would be pretty too, more glamorous than pretty maybe.

I also found that you can get chrome daisy styled tail light covers if you have a VW Beetle car. That would be pretty cute. Though they would suit the head lights better, since they could be white then instead of red. But, it could be less than safe to have anything partially covering your head lights.

Banana Muffins at 4:00AM

I’ve been sleeping badly lately, waking up too early, getting to sleep too late/ early. Anyway, I went to bed early and woke up about 2:00AM today. I puttered around, slacked on Facebook games for awhile. Then I got thinking of more intelligent things to do, like doing something with that last banana getting over ripe. Banana bread needed 3 or so bananas, which wouldn’t work. So I checked pancakes but I am pretty sure my Mother (who is here, still sleeping) would turn her nose up at banana pancakes. So I went with banana muffins. I found a pretty standard looking recipe and added my own finishing adjustments. Right now they are in the oven.

I added some orange juice squeezed from an orange I was eating at the time. It was a delicious orange, very juicy. I added an extra egg, partly to make up for the lack of a second banana and partly because I didn’t want to leave one egg all alone in the fridge. I added cocoa powder because it smells so good! After I thought about adding some coffee, instant. But maybe that would have been one ingredient too many. So they are baking. Should be about ready to come out now.