My Trip To Italy And Greece

It’s been a month(!) since I got back from my two-week vacation to Italy and Greece.

I’ve been meaning to update my blog but as soon as I got back I began three-weeks of being very busy. I had sessions most days and was trying to balance the demands of that with the demands of several things I needed to attend to in my personal life.

Only in this last week have things slowed down. I have been spending the increased free time reevaluating my priorities, which included taking care of other matters and engaging in some quality self-care.

But, for now, let me tell you about my trip.

The preparation of this post was an onerous task. I took over 3,000 photos over those two weeks. I went through each one and noted which I wanted to include here.

This post won’t mention everything about my trip. Just things that are relevant to this blog. This will mean there will be a lot of skipping ahead. Though seeing all these sites and art and history was a turn-on for me, most doesn’t belong here.

One relevant thing which will be mentioned a lot: Goddesses. You see, worshiping Goddesses was common before the the rise of the Abrahamic faiths, which were heavily Patriarchal and treated — and continue to treat — women pretty much like shit.

I was absolutely energized to see all the traces of Goddesses. In temples and sculpture and dedications. And it has been very much on my mind since I’ve returned.

My first stop was Rome.

The first day was just adjusting to the time zone change. Sleeping. And eating. And sleeping some more.

The next day, I visited the Vatican to see the Sistine Chapel and some of the museum.

As I walked down the hall, I immediately noticed this status of Ares and his very small penis. I always take note of small penises on statues. (And there are plenty.)


This appears to be a problem for Ares. There is another statue of him in the Louvre and he has a very small penis there, too. I think this affirms why men become “gods of war” or whatever. It’s an expression of Small Dick Syndrome.

I passed through the gift shop and saw this bust of Athena (which I considered buying but She was prohibitively heavy):


I’ve said this before, but if you didn’t catch it: I loved Athena when I was a child. I identified with Her (and still do). She was a lot more interesting to me than the stories of the Christian God I was being taught. (I can only imagine how I, or other children, would have been shaped had I/we been taught to revere Her instead.)

In the 3rd or 4th grade, I dressed up as Her for “be your favorite book character” day. I tried to make something like a battle-peplos out of a tablecloth; I coated my round, convex snow-sled with gold spray-paint; and I asked a teacher if I could borrow the spear on which her American flag hung (she said yes). While my classmates were dressing as silly kid shit, I was fucking Athena.

Back to my trip.

Here’s what’s left of another tiny-cock(less) man found around the site of what’s left of Domitian’s Stadium in Rome:


Maybe it’s Ares…?

And for the foot fetishists, all that remains of this statue from the same site:


(If one of you fetishists would have been with me, I would have made you kiss them.)

Here, in the Roman Forum, is the remaining bit of the Temple of Vesta, Goddess of the hearth:


From another angle:


As you can see, it was a circular temple. It was about 30 feet (15m) in diameter and it contained the sacred flame of Vesta, which was kept burning by the attending Vestal Virgins. They believed that an “eternal” flame made Vesta happy and that She’d bestow good fortune upon the city of Rome in return.

Here is the remains of the small shrine to Venus Cloacina:


“Cloacina” is the Etruscan Goddess of the Sewer, and the Cloaca Maxima, which means “Great Drain”, was the sewage system of ancient Rome (it was one of the world’s first). Venus was then paired with this Goddess. Perhaps because She governed beauty and pleasure and you can’t have either without a good working sewage system, can you now? This shrine was built to honor how Venus Cloacina kept the city and its people clean and healthy.

In comparison, from a gift shop on Mount Vesuvius, here are some guys playing with their dicks:


So, women sustain cities and men play with their little dicks. Sounds about right.

Then, off to Pompeii… which was known for it’s lupanari…

…so much that they put cocks on street signs to direct people there:


And here we are…


Inside were frescoes that survived the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 CE. These were above the entrances to rooms and depicted various sexual positions. Here was one:


And here is one of the rooms:


Yes, that is a stone bed. Obviously they would have had something more comfortable over it. This is just a type of ancient mattress and box-spring.

Before I left, I saw some sexy things from one of the gift shops, which I naturally had to buy:


Here’s one of the photos of the frescoes from the book:


A Tale As Old As Time: he looks like he doesn’t know what he’s doing and she looks bored. 😉

And of course I had to get this:


…because where else am I going to find a magnet of a two-thousand-year-old fresco showing a guy licking a woman’s pussy?

Then, I went to the island of Thira, also known as Santorini. Not much sexy to report here, but here I am at the excavation site in Akrotiri:


Akrotiri was a thriving port of the Minoan civilization. It was at this site that some beautiful frescoes were discovered. These frescoes date from the Bronze Age, circa 17th century BCE. I bought a reproduction of one of them from a store on Thira:


I also bought a reproduction of a statue of Astarte:


(I had the things I bought from this store shipped home and the guy forgot to send Her stand. He said it’s coming.)

I also bought this 12″ reproduction of the Minoan Snake Goddess:


The following items were purchased from a little old lady on my walk from my hotel to the town of Fira. Many stores sold these, of which there were several themes and styles. They were sold as “reproductions”. I’m not sure if they mean literal reproductions or if they mean emulations of ancient styles.

A small bronze statue of Artemis:


This resembles some of the bronze statues of the Greek Geometric era, circa 8th century BCE.

This is a small, clay amphora featuring Artemis:


And this a clay oenochoe (wine jug) featuring Athena with her owl:


The tags on this pottery said they are guaranteed as “handmade copies of objects from 6th-5th century BCE.”

Also, while I visited Oia (a town in the north part of the island), I met this dog named Janusz:


He doesn’t have anything to do with this blog (unless those of you with inner pets can relate to this), but he was a memorable part of my visit to Thira. He loved attention but was almost too shy to ask for it. He came and stood right next to me but wouldn’t look at me. Once I started petting and talking to him, he pushed himself into my leg, and when I knelt down he put his head on my thigh, only then would he peer up bashfully and look at me a little, like this:


Aw, sweet Janusz.

Then, I was off to Athens…

I had a view of the Acropolis from my hotel room. A zoom in:


I could look at it while lying in bed. 🙂

But why look at it in bed when you can go for a visit?


It was hot this day, and, as you can see, there were no clouds in the sky. Silly me, I did not put sunscreen on. I think I forget that I’m subject to this thing mortals call “sunburn”.

The Acropolis is the entirety of the area on this large hill. It literally means “uptown”. It was nearly entirely dedicated to Athena, who was the patron Goddess and namesake of Athens.

The Parthenon, the largest temple (behind me in the photo above), was a feat of engineering at the time of its construction. It took only 11 years to complete. It was actually a replacement for an earlier temple to Athena. The first, which was adjacent to the Erechtheion, was destroyed by boys during the Persian invasion in 480 BCE. Shortly thereafter, they begun construction on the temple you see the remains of today. The surviving structures were all originally spearheaded by Pericles, a statesman, general, and man who honored his Goddess.

The damage to the south side (seen on the left side of the photo) was due to what else: more boys fighting.

Another temple in the Acropolis is the Erechtheion. It was named after some hero, even though it was dedicated to Athena and Poseidon.


This is another replacement after the destruction of the first temple to Athena Pollas (Her “protectress” form). This is the view of the East side, which was apparently the entrance to Athena’s section. (Poseidon’s was on the north). I don’t know why Poseidon got a nod with this reconstruction. Maybe it was to appease him when Athena kicked his ass in the fight for Athens.

Here is a closer look of the porch of the Caryatids:


These are all replicas. The originals were removed and are now on display in the Acropolis Museum — except one original which was stolen in the early 19th century by the greedy English Lord Elgin. He took Her from Her home because he wanted to decorate his house with Her, and other artifacts from the site. He eventually sold Her to the British Museum where She now resides. (She really belongs with the others in Athens.)

Here are the originals, minus the one stolen (I marked what would be Her place with a red square):


Note the broken one in the back. This was when Lord Elgin tried to steal a second one. And when he had problems, tried to have Her cut into pieces to facilitate Her removal. This didn’t work and so She was smashed. This seems a good metaphor for the Patriarchal Male who doesn’t honor women: if trying to own them doesn’t work, cut them to pieces to reassemble as they see fit. If that doesn’t work? Destroy them.

Here is the temple to Athena Nike, built around 420 BCE:


“Nike” means “victory”. Athena Nike was Her battle-victorious form, and She was prayed to for success in war, or any other struggle, I imagine.

Here is the view when coming in the propylaea, the entrance to the Acropolis:


So: not one but three temples to Athena on the top of a massive hill that overlooks the city. And when destroyed by war, the temples were faithfully rebuilt. And even now Athens has a law that restricts how tall new buildings can be because the view of the Acropolis cannot be impeded.

Athena was clearly loved and revered.

What about Zeus? Hephaestus? Ares? Some of the other Olympiads?

Oh, they got temples. Down below.

Zooming in from atop the Acropolis…

What’s left of Zeus’s:


And Hephaestus’s:


His temple is in pretty good condition, actually. It’s because it was used by people over time, such as a Christian church.

And all that’s left of Ares’s:


And for perspective, here is the Acropolis when viewed from the Athenian Agora, where the above two temples are located:


I find a lot of meaning in this.

I then visited the Acropolis museum, which includes many of the artifacts from the site, both from the structures themselves and excavations. One such find was this dedication from the sanctuary of Aphrodite Pandemos:


It explains how the dedicant, “…odoros”, makes an offering to Aphrodite from his first earnings and asks Her to grant him plentiful goods.

There were several other dedication stones like this in the museum. I believe the rest were all to Athena. They all read similarly: [name] dedicates this to [Goddess] from his/her earnings hoping She will grant them some kind of favor. I wanted to take photos of the others, but they were in a section of the museum where photography was prohibited.

See, folx, men (and women), used to give their money to Goddesses (i.e. Dominant Women) in hopes of being granted favor. This is an old tradition.

If you enjoyed My post and wish to honor this tradition, feel free to make an offering to Me.

And this concludes My entry! I had an amazing time and, while I’m glad to once again be enjoying the comforts of home, I left inspired and renewed. I’ve been energized by it since I’ve come back!


Back from London and Paris

I decided that I wanted My trip to focus on historical sites, as I have an interest in European history. I visited the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, L’Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the Louvre. I could have accomplished more (palaces, cathedrals, catacombs, museums, etc) but, between My preference to become saturated by the experience rather than blow through it and the exhausting nature of walking around for hours and hours, I opted for quality over quantity.

I usually like to keep My blog’s content related to things of a kinky and erotic nature, so I won’t go into too much general detail and instead keep the highlights relevant.

My first stop was the Tower of London, which I had wanted to visit for many years.

From the White Tower, we have some shackles, only removable by a blacksmith (safewords won’t do you any good here, My sluts):


…and a “Scavenger’s Daughter”, which, oddly, seems to be a name shared by two different devices:


(Note to self: see if I can acquire this for Temenos)

For you Golden and Brown fetishists, here is a Norman Garderobe:


Imagine your face under there, toilets! Consuming the waste of Queens and Kings!

(Of course I searched the walls for “bathroom” graffiti, but, alas, found nothing.)

In King Edward I’s bed chamber was this plaque:


See: the desire of powerful men to offer their submission to women through erotic games is not a new invention. (Note the use of chastity and money in power exchange.)

Detail from a carving on L’Arc de Triomphe:


An expression of submission? Trust? Devotion?

A marble throne from the Louvre:


…which I think I would look rather good sitting on.

Columns made of Goddesses:


(Women holding things up, as usual!)

Ares, you may be the God of War, but your penis won’t be winning any battles:


(Perhaps a timeless example of how men use war to make up for smaller things?)

And My personal goddess when I was around 8-10 years old, Athena:


(No, really: I read all about Her as a child and paid homage by dressing up as Her for “your favorite book character” day at school, including painting My round, snow sled gold to be My shield and borrowing a teacher’s flag pole to be My spear. I wish I had pictures!)

I also did some shopping and added some hoods and a mask to My collection:


A latex hood with eyes and mouth, a neoprene hood with gas mask, a neoprene double hood, and a cat mask for Me (I have a latex version but wanted vinyl as well).

I had an amazing time but I’m happy to be home and ready to have fun with all you subs and sluts!

slave m’s privilege

It has been several days since my last session with Mistress Tissa and i am still in disbelief as to what took place during that session.  Mistress Tissa allowed me to do something that i never in my wildest imagination would have thought could possibly take place during one of O/our sessions.  But it did and i still can’t believe it happened.  i will share more on that later.

When O/our most recent session began, the first and most noticeable change, besides the physical changes to Her Temenos, was the way Mistress Tissa was dressed.  She was wearing a white, long flowing gown that reminded me of something a Roman Goddess would wear.  It was beautiful to say the least!  There are no words to describe how Mistress Tissa looked in the gown She was wearing, so i won’t try.  Maybe Mistress Tissa will post a picture of Her wearing the gown in Her Blog so that I can see it again, although i am not sure it matters since i cannot get the picture of Her or the events of O/our last session out of my mind.  Another change was that Mistress Tissa told me to call Her “Goddess” during this session, in place of “Mistress.”   But, making the transition to calling Her Goddess during O/our session was easy, since that is exactly what She looked like for the next two hours.

Early in O/our session Goddess Tissa reminded me that i had written to Her to schedule a session during the previous week, but that i did not follow through with my plan.  i would be “punished” for failing to follow through on that request.  The punishment to say the least was extremely intense.  First, She sat me in Her bondage chair, strapped my arms and legs to the chair, blind folded me and placed two TENS unit pads on each of my arms.  i knew what would soon be coming was going to be extremely painful.  i also knew that the one and only time i had to utter my safe word during a session with Goddess Tissa was when She used the TENS unit on me.  Was i going to get through the next ten minutes without begging Goddess Tissa for relief?  Honestly, i never like to use the safe word with Goddess Tissa.  i am not sure why.   i guess in my own mind i have failed Her in some way when i use my safe word.   i do not know what level Goddess Tissa turned the TENS unit up to but i do know that it hurt like hell!  i still remember that my body shook each and every time She sent electric jolts through my arms flowing through the rest of me.  After our “electro play” was finished, Goddess Tissa told me to climb up onto a padded bench.  She then connected each side of the neck collar i was wearing to a chain which She then hooked into the ceiling.  My arms were also locked in place and i was now fully prepared (by Goddess Tissa) for what was to come next.  i would be subjected to a beating on my ass and thighs which would be one of the most painfully intense beatings that i would ever have to endure at the mercy (or lack thereof) of Goddess Tissa.   Goddess Tissa laid out six to eight different types of whips, all of which would be used on me.  Since everything Goddess Tissa does during a session has a very distinct purpose, i am sure that the whips being laid out directly in front of me in full view were serving a very real purpose.

Goddess Tissa has whipped me on numerous occasions during our sessions, but this time would be very unique.  Before securing me in place, Goddess Tissa told me to “put my glasses on.”  The only other time i wore glasses during a session was during our previous session when i baked a cake to celebrate my one year anniversary of serving Goddess Tissa.  But, it was quite obvious to me that judging by the way Goddess Tissa had secured me in place on my knees in front of Her, that “baking a cake” would not be on that day’s schedule.  W/we would be trading spatulas and measuring bowls in for whips and chains.  So why would i be wearing glasses?  Goddess Tissa placed a book in my hand, called “Shakespeare’s Sonnets.”  She then instructed me to turn to a specify page and prepare to read one of the sonnets.  What took place next went something like this.  i would read a line, “Being your slave what should I do but tend,” which would be followed by numerous blows with a whip on my ass and the backs of my things.  Another line, “Upon the hours, and times of your desire,” followed by my ass being abused again.  Another line, “I have no precious time at all to spend;” more blows to follow.  And again, “Nor services to do till you require.”  Guess what followed next?  I am not sure how many times i read the entire sonnet, 14 lines in all, but i do know that Goddess Tissa went through every one of Her whips, some more than once.  In fact, if i had to guess the higher number as to words in the sonnet, 120 words in all, or blows to my ass, judging by the way my ass felt for hours, i am going with the latter.


Finally the beating ended.  Prior to my reading of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Goddess Tissa asked me if i liked reading Shakespeare, my answer was that i am not a big fan of his works.  i remember being back in school and reading Shakespeare and how painful it was to read at that time.  i was right, reading Shakespeare is still very painful!

Goddess Tissa then unhooked me from the ceiling, sat in Her chair and told me to place a bath towel (folded over once) at Her bare feet.  She then told me to gather up a metal bowel from the other side of the room, which had a bar of soap and a small washcloth in it, and to also place it at Her feet.  Following Her directions, i filled the metal bowel with warm water and placed it next to Her feet.    Next, i was to bring a small plate to Her and place it on the table next to where She was sitting.  The plate contained several strawberries and what appeared to be a small piece of chocolate.  “Kneel at my feet,” came next.  At that point it seemed logical that there could only be one possible command that would follow and i was hoping that i would hear the words that never seemed even remotely possible.  I closed my eyes and waited.  “Wash My feet.”   Goddess Tissa placed Her beautifully slender feet in the warm water and allowed me to begin washing them with my bare hands.  For the next 15 to 20 minutes i washed each foot as gently as i possibly could, loving every second of completing this amazing task for Goddess Tissa.


At one point Goddess Tissa stated, “I do not usually allow people to wash My feet.”  Was this really happening?  She was now allowing me the privilege (and honor) that only few are chosen to complete.  I was simultaneously washing and massaging the feet of the most amazing Goddess on earth!  It was an absolutely incredible experience to say the least.

After thoroughly washing both of Her feet, i gently removed Her feet from the water, placed them on the bath towel and padded them dry with the washcloth.  “Smell my feet,” came next.  I breathed in the intoxicating scent of Goddess Tissa’s feet.  “Kiss my feet.”  Again, is this really happening?  Really?  “Kiss my feet again, and again.”  “Keep kissing them.”  It was happening.  i was kneeling at the feet of Goddess Tissa, kissing Her feet over and over again.  i kissed the tops of her feet, her toes, the tips of her toes and the bottoms of her feet, over and over again.  She allowed me to continue to kiss Her feet more times than i could have ever imagined possible.  Unbelievable is this best word to describe the experience.  But, it really did happen.  i am not sure if Goddess Tissa will ever allow me to earn this privilege again, but if She does not, at least i experienced it once, and i will never forget the time i was allowed to wash and then kiss the feet of Goddess Tissa.

Next, Goddess Tissa instructed me to lie on the floor in front of Her chair.  She then proceeded to rub her (very clean) feet all over my body.  At one point She even placed her toes in my mouth, which i gently kissed.  Never in my wildest imagination would i have thought that this session would continue this way.  More amazing privileges would soon follow when Goddess Tissa stood up out of Her chair, came over to me and continued rubbing her feet on my face.  I closed my eyes in ecstasy.


Goddess Tissa then sat on my chest looking down at me.  She tilted Her head forward letting Her hair fall onto my face.  I asked myself again, was this really happening or would i soon be waking up?

Goddess Tissa then stood up and walked away from me to another part of the room.  I was then given the clear instruction to “rub my penis.”  There was one major problem, i could not reach it.  Earlier, Goddess Tissa had hooked both of my wrists to the collar around my neck.  So to put it bluntly, it was absolutely impossible for me to reach my penis, but there was no way that i was not going to try.  So, i shifted my collar slightly so that my right hand was in front of me and my left hand behind me, lifted my knees as high as i could to my chest and tried in vain to reach myself.  Several times i was able to slightly touch myself.  Needless to say, Goddess Tissa appeared to be amused with my predicament and laughed at me several times.  Finally i was permitted to stop entertaining Her and i was told to assume my kneeling position at Her (still very clean feet).  For the last part of our session, Goddess Tissa instructed me to give Her an offering in a glass chalice that She had placed on the floor in front of me.  Eventually i worked myself to an orgasm (of course i asked permission first).  Most of my semen ended up on my right hand, which Goddess Tissa ordered me to “lick clean.”   i did as i was told, but truth be told, that is not one of my favorite things to do during a session.  But, being slave m to a stunning, powerful and demanding Goddess on Earth is a privilege that i will never take for granted.  And, if Goddess Tissa orders me to “lick myself clean” during every future session with Her, i will do exactly what i am told, without ever questioning Her in any way.  Thank you Goddess Tissa for allowing me to serve You the way You deserve to be served!

slave m served Me very well this day! In addition, he brought Me this wonderful bottle of wine: