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For all of those who aren't myth nerds like me, Tantalus was the ruler of a city named after him and he was famously punished for offering his son up as a sacrifice to the gods. The gods were disgusted and punished him by making him eternally thirsty and hungry while he was standing in a pool of water with grapes just above him, both always out of reach.
To me that's is exactly what the search for a dom is like. I know what I want, hell I can even see what it is I want, but it is always just out of reach. That grape over there is just a little bit too old to be edible or that water lives just a bit too far away or maybe both the water and the grapes seem just a little too creepy, like maybe they're ax murderers in their spare time.
Because of that I thought, why not share my tantalizing stories? Why not share my ups and downs in the search and hopefully the finding of my dom? Some people might just laugh but maybe some will learn from my mistakes and insights. Before I start saving the world why don't I just tell my story and see how that goes?
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the first step on a hopfully long and happy journey
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Jul 28, 2010 7:54 pm
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I've set it up so that this post is always at the top so if you ever wanna tell me anything this is the place to do it 
The only downside is, I'm kinda REALLY new at this (meaning blogging, not that I'm not new to everything else too) so there is a possibility that I did something wrong... if I did no laughing people okay, I won't blame you if you laugh a little bit.
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Persephone has returned!
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Mar 24, 2011 9:41 pm
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You all must be wondering where in the f*ck did she go to? Honestly no where nearly as fun as Hades' Underworld and no men kidnapped me although if it were all in fun that sounds like an entertaining evening Who wouldn't wanna play a little helpless Persephone to someone's big bad Hades? (fyi I DO know that I've used the Persephone myth before but dangit it's jut too convenient people)
Anyway that was not the point of my little post. Mostly the point of this is to apologize and to give my very legitimate excuse and maybe even catch y'all up on my life and hopefully force a few of y'all to be my friends again as well.
So here's the beginning of my very own epoch (it's not in verse to spare your ears. you're welcome). So here's the deal, I'm going to try and tell this so that it sounds less like one of the "sponsor this kid for only $1 a day" ads and more like what the hell happened since I last talked to you guys but no promises okay?
The last guy you heard about was a dom I was talking to. Well apparently that didn't last long because I can't even remember him...so for the sake of continuity I'm just going to tell you the story as I remember is which is honestly probably not 100% the way it happened, at least not on the boys front.
Okay there was the nilla boy who dumped me (after we'd been naked together but before sex) because he figured out three months in he just couldn't see a relationship forming. Then there was the player who I fell for WAY too fast and then found out had slept with 31 girls and was only looking to make me #32 (what's sad is he was all for a little spank and tickle but nooo he had to be a dick too). Just for the record I figured it out before I became #32. Since then there have really only been guys I email and get annoyed with. No one who actually wants to date me or whom I actually want to date. the boy front is pretty pathetic at this point. Now for the actually epoch part of my life.
I have a brain tumor. That is not a joke. I always knew there was something that made me so weird now I know what it is: tumor pushing on random bits in my brain (that was my stab at morose humor did it work?) Okay to be 100% honest they're only 99% sure I have one. No test were done but they were done on my sister and they came back positive and then they told me that because this type of tumor was genetic and because I had the same symptoms I probably had it too but could not get the pills to deal with the side effects until they could scan me which would cost $700 with insurance.
Just to put everyone at ease the tumor in my sister isn't growing it's just being annoying and pressing on her petuitery gland (does anyone know how to actually spell that because I'm so wrong spellcheck can't help me). Because it's not growing they're just going to leave it and give her pills to replace what she's missing from her inactive petuitery gland. So I'm not dying but I am royally messed up if that's any consolation. Also since you last talked to me my aunt had a heart attack related to her dialysis meds, my grandma's cancer returned, I moved in with my best friend to keep her dad's house since he died from two heart attacks and a stroke and I got a new puppy who is cute and white and fluffy and who I will call Cerberus (I think it's fitting with the Persephone/Hades theme).
See how I ended that on a happy note? I think it helped lighten the mood don't you? Know what would really lighten the mood? My very own Master/Dom I'm not picky at this point. It's just a suggestion 
Oh and on other impressively awesome myth related things I am addicted to Spartacus Blood and Sand. SOOO many pretty naked men and SOO many pretty naked slave girls and so much blood and violence and sex and ancient Rome-y goodness. You should watch and thank me after you'd had that special time with your vibrating friend...also wash your hands after it's making your keyboard smell funny.
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Just call me Hephaestus
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Nov 10, 2010 10:43 am
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So I am back from the brink of death okay, nothing that dramatic. I had the flu...or food poisoning. My hatred of doctors and medicine make getting an accurate prognosis difficult but it was bad whatever it was. The good news is I am healthy and avoided the dreaded pills.
That was not the point of this post though dangit! I was going to tell you of my disturbing/fricken awesome talent. I think it's possible I have the ability to MAKE SUBS!! I know, impressive huh? *pauses for applause*
I kinda feel like Hephaestus when he made Pandora only my creations aren't punishments. I like to think they are little gifts to lucky doms somewhere out there
It all happened when I friend of mine, let's call her Persephone (mostly because i think she's gorgeous...plus at the beginning of this story she just dabbled, staying only the winter with Hades in his lair), decided that since I shared with her my little secret she'd share her deep dark secret. Now I must point out this is also a hidden talent of mine. Apparently I seem trust worthy. Weird huh? Anyway so she divulged that she liked to be spanked so I lightly teased her about it for a while and she didn't mind so then late one night when we were watching hoarders and drinkin maybe just a bit too much tequila I asked her if she'd ever thought of doing anything other than spanking. Long story short I'm not getting her a gift bag o' kinky things for Christmas including a hand made paddle and her boy friend has thanked me a few times
I would like to point out that this exact scenario has played out in my life minus the booze and hoarders multiple times until I can count on one hand how many non kinky girl friends I have. It makes me wonder. Am I really Hephaestus incarnate or do I just naturally pick kinky kids to behttp://alt.com=blog_create_thread_form-2 friends with?
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Won't you lay down in my procrustean bed?
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Oct 28, 2010 10:40 am
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Have I told y'all of the story of Procrustes? Well, he's this really sick bandit in Greek myth (maybe in Roman too, who knows, those crazy Romans plagiarized everything). He was the son of Poseidon...why is it Poseidon's kids are always messed up? Anyway, he had this nifty bed that he offered to weary travelers that were traveling between Athens and Eleusis. The cool thing about his bed is that it was iron. All the better to hack limbs off my dear.
When you'd get all comfy in his nice warm bed (if an iron bed can be warm OR comfy) and start dozing off Procrustes would would out his trusty blacksmith hammer and whack you down to size. Well, that is if your legs hung off his bed. If they were too short he'd just stretch you out nicely. Heck if the bed wasn't to long or too short but was JUUUST right (anyone seeing a bit o' Goldilocks in this story?) he'd whip out his second bed and scuttle you off to it so he could play a bit that night.
You have got to be asking WTF?? how does this even mildly relate to her life? does she secretly have her own iron bed??? Should I watch for this kid in dark alley ways? The answer is yes...to the bed not the alley ways...if you see me in an alley way dear god help cuz I'm probably lost. REAL lost.
The thing about my Procrustean bed is that it's metaphorical. No limb loss with me And I know what you're thinking, doesn't Procrustean mean that it's arbitrary? well...I'm starting to wonder if my choices in doms actually are arbitrary. I mean I have no set "type" at least not if you look at who I actually talk to (read message. I'm really tricky to get to actually real life TALK to you).
This all came up because I'm talking to someone new. A new dom to be specific. He's generally what I look for. Not too old, kinda nerdy so he doesn't judge my nerdiness and gets my jokes and is tall (that one is just a huge perk not really something I look for). The thing is that he's also a bit more sadistic than I would normally be comfortable with and he's also a LOT more pushy than I would normally feel comfortable with. Why is it I'm still talking to this kid? Is it just that he hasn't gotten sleepy enough for me to whip out my hammer? Hell maybe I actually like the guy against all odds. That raises weird questions though, like if he is already kinda pushing to meet me and making it perfectly clear that he intends for it to be more than a normal coffee date...like say sans clothes how do I feel about that? I mean I've made it perfectly clear I don't feel comfortable doing ANYTHING like that on the first meeting but he kinda side steps it and wiggles around that every time. Maybe I'll get the urge to do some whacking soon. What do you guys think?
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"The Sexual Practices of the Wild and Kinky"
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Oct 16, 2010 1:41 pm
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*Spoken in the horrible, slightly British, safari narrator voice*
Here we are in the jungles of the net, more specifically the kinky highlands. We're in search of the illusive REAL dom, also known as the "normal person dom". He is quite an illusive fellow indeed. *peers off over shoulder to look through binoculars*
Recently we have encountered the invasive species the "sub means I'm getting laid" dom and the "limitations are for vanilla girls" dom. One is forced to wonder if the REAL dom has gone extinct in the wild and is now only to be found in the artificially setting of the zoo already paired off with a mate (just as a side note wonder if a zoo like that would let me volunteer?  ). We must keep searching though in hopes that there are a few healthy specimens out there.
That is all for this season on "the sexual practices of the wild and kinky" thank you and see you next season.
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My own Odyssey
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Oct 14, 2010 6:55 pm
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Sometimes I feel like Penelope waiting for my Odysseus to come back. Weird huh since I've never seen or met the guy...or at least I assume so. But ya, I search through each of the doms that come up and always find something wrong. Sometimes it's minor like that he seems a little too into me as a sex toy and less into me as a person, and sometimes it's pretty big like wanting to me with a gourd, but I always find something wrong.
I wonder if that's my own pickiness looking for the perfect fit or if that's me being nervous and picking apart each guy. Either way Penelope and I would have been besties. Maybe she woulda taught me how to weave...and I coulda taught her all about brushing her teeth (they didn't in Greece. Kinda gross huh?).
Well the upside of this whole thing is I'm makin WAY more kinky friends...just no real prospects on the romance front. Oh well, I'm happy just hanging out weaving and waiting I guess.
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Ariadne my depressing friend.
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Oct 3, 2010 7:50 pm
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I have returned. I have seen many things but not all glorious things.
ya so I was kinda having a fling with a 'nilla boy. Apparently he didn't see a relationship forming...so here I am. Back to cry on y'all shoulders. You know, if this was Greek myth I'd be dead, or remarried right now. The prize from someone's great conquest. Why is life so mundane? I wanna be someone's war prize! How bad ass would that be?! I'd get to go around town in my bad ass prisoner of war collar and all the closet subby girls at wally world would just swoon with envy! See? awesome.
Another depressing little side note, I have been abandoned by my awesome mentor!  maybe she fell down a well, maybe Lassie got her. I don't know but I'm starting to think she doesn't want me anymore how sad.
I think the myth of today is going to be the Ariadne. She was a princess of Crete who helped Prince Theseus get through the Labyrinth with magical thread. Once he escapes he takes her with him and they get a little frisky on the next island over and while they're sleeping off they're post sex glow Theseus thinks he can do better than a princess and leaves her in the night. Now, all is not lost for the beautiful and helpful Ariadne because Bacchus comes and hears her crying and falls in love. He is so carrying he places her throne in the sky where she becomes the constellation Corona and becomes a goddess.
Wanted: One hot Bacchus, roughly my age, god status optional
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disgruntled dater
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Aug 18, 2010 12:28 pm
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So I have a little bit of a rant.
I went on a date with a 'nilla boy. It was a blast but it made me wonder, why are kinky boys so much less...calm I guess is the word I'm looking for. With 'nilla boys a date is just a date, nothing more nothing less. Sometimes they're hoping to get laid but usually you just go see a movie and talk and eat TGIFridays or something. Non 'nilla dates are more like a job interview. I feel like I should bring references and a resume. Why is that? Why can't there just be a normal "hi I'd like to get to know you better" kinda a date? I'm sure everyone is going to say, "Oh you've just been dating the wrong guys." but the ALL the emails I've gotten so far are like that. No getting to know me, just my sexual history. It's just a pet peeve I'd had so far I guess.
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Hermes' day out with his thermometer
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Aug 10, 2010 8:27 pm
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I've been meaning to tell you guys this story for a few days now but you know life, it rears it's ugly head and you have more important things to do than write a witty blog post
So I was emailing this guy for a while. I'm not going to use names to protect the innocent...namely me, so I'm going to call him Hermes (just so you know I picked Hermes because he's the Greek equivalent of a trickster god. he's the god of cunning thieves and liars). In emails Hermes seemed normal. He told me he'd be patient with me. He liked all my weird myth stories. He was funny and interested in me as a person as well as just a piece of meat. Then I started to get this kinda weird vibe from him. I think it was the fact that even though I'd told him I didn't want to be a slave he'd still talk about things like I was going to be. Anyway, I got the weird vibe but at the time couldn't place it so I made Nimblebookworm read his emails. He was so seemingly normal even she okay-ed him and helped me work up the courage to actually call him. That's where the shit hit the fan.
I would like to just take a quick pause and say it is a really good idea to block your number, at least for the first time you call him. You might have a Hermes and you really don't want Hermes to have your number. He's creepy and you don't need creepy phone calls ruining your only days off.
Anyway, back to Hermes. So I worked up the courage with Nimblebookworm's help and called him. First off, he sounded exactly like my grandpa. Keep that in mind when I tell you about the stories he my ears with.
The first story was about how be met his first slave and his first online girl. Apparently this girl had a master and he liked to share so he told her to share herself with strangers and take pictures so he told me for thirty minutes straight, not interruptions, about how he fisted this girl and shoved things from the grocery section into her poor vagina. Now hey, if that's your thing more power to you. I'm definitely not going to judge if you like it. What I'm judging is that in the first call he tells me this AND he knows how nervous and easily freaked out I am. I told him multiple times that I'm new and it's easy to shock me and yet that's his opening story? "How I shoved a gourd up some random girls vagina" is not a great opening story boys. Just for future reference remember that. Also I picked up a tip for you if that is your thing. Apparently if you use celery you start with three or four stalks and put them in together and from then on out only add stocks to the middle of the bundle not the edges that way she doesn't get hurt. And you all thought my blog was just fluff! No I be learnin' you REAL good. *my best hillbilly voice*
Now on to horrific story # 2. Apparently he met this married sub online and she really liked him and on their first meet she told him she'd really like to play with a girl and he said great. Well, apparently his wife secretly wanted to too because the whole story is about how he tricked the online girl into thinking it was him *ahem* pleasing her and fisting her when really it was the wife. By the way that was originally a twenty minute story at least.
The best for last.
The last story was the shortest but stuck with me the longest for sheer wow factor. Okay, same online girl but think a week later. Apparently she'd had problems with other people giving her orgasms. Haven't we all? Well, he told me he took that as a challenge. So he strapped her to his pool table (which he pronounced poo table. No l. really makes for a different visual doesn't it?) and first said he thought about the pool ball and her who-ha but then decided it'd be to risky so he just happened to have a thermometer handy (only god knows why) and decided the perfect place for it would be her urethra. Now I'm normally a don't knock it till you try it kinda girl but really? maybe someone can enlighten me. Is it amazing? Am I missing out? Because I really don't think I want that in my urethra. To be honest I think I wanna keep my urethra free of debris. Call me weird but I like to keep that particular body part virginal. Maybe I'm really missing something but hey, that what comments are for. Tell me how wrong I am!!
Anyway back to the story, she's tired up getting her temperature taken in a way I never imagined and then he says hey why not and (his words not mine) decides to just slip his finger in her butt hole. Now, let me point out he never mentions any lube or spit or anything just "slipping" it in. I'm not sure what to make of that. I can't decided exactly if that's just a slip up in memory or if he really did just "slip" it in and not give her any warning but apparently that's exactly what she needed because she, and I quote, "went wild" on his finger.
Maybe that's just what I need, a thermometer and a dry finger...then again Hermes can keep his thermometers. I think I'm fine.
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Condom Sense
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Aug 3, 2010 9:46 pm
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So today is going to start off with a health announcement Just for all you chubby girls out there like me I thought I would warn you. The Pill does have a weight limit. It is less effective if you weigh over 195 pounds. I just thought I'd pass that on. Didn't want any surprises for you guys later on in life
Okay, back to the important things, me So I might have found someone I actually like. He is a bit older...think twice my age...but I think I'm okay with that. I'm actually in favor of that I think. I think I would rather have someone who knows what they are doing guide me through my first time. It took a lot of soul searching to decide that but I think that's my decision. The problem is now that I've started to ask him my "Dom Questions" I'm starting to pick out little things that kinda...rub me the wrong way. I can't even really put my finger on them...they just kinda throw up these little red flags.
Normally I'm one to follow my gut feelings but I know from experience when I'm nervous about something I'll start making up reasons not to have to do it. I'm a little bit worried that I'm making them all up in my head. That's where my Handy Dandy Mentor comes in She's going to be my creeper checker. So here is my disclaimer. Anything that you send me, comment or email, could be sent to her to help me decide if you're like "hi I wanna wear your skin as an overcoat" weird or just kinky weird...and I know those over lap a bit in some extreme cases but I will also so. I am in no way attracted to "hi I would like to wear your skin as an overcoat" so all of those people will be avoided like the plague.
OH and that brings up something else that Nimblebookworm forced me to do for my own good that I've decided I really like in hind site. (there I go exaggerating and making her look bad. She didn't force me she just...encouraged and I'm very glad thank you) That's the "Dom Questions." It really does come in handy to have a group of questions already written out for just in case you start to realize you actually might like this guy. That way you know that you know all of those little things you need to know before you get serious at all. A few that I didn't even think about were:
Do you drink when you play? Get high?
Do you practice safe sex?
Those two questions seem like no brainers to me. You shouldn't even have to ask them but I've been reassured multiple times that people are dumb and I should ask. Here's the thing. If you are engaging in sex that is risky enough that taking a CPR class is a good idea then engaging in that sex with someone who is stumbling to the bed is one hell of a mistake. I know people say that it makes it better or something but no. There is no reason to risk yourself needlessly like that. Have some common sense about the situation.
As far as the last questions goes I just have two quesitons for you, would you like herpes? How about a baby? Both of those are risks. Period end of story. If you wouldn't like either of those things then safe sex is for you. If you are trying to get pregnant than god bless you and you have a great life other wise, as my favorite story in fayetteville says, "be hip when you unzip" and wear a condom!!
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