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The heroine's head wrenched in the opposite direction as the powerful blow hit her. Saliva spewed from her mouth as she fell to her knees, her incredible body tilting to the side, her head hanging low over her breasts, her eyes half-open. Her hands dangled at her sides as she reeled, looking as if she were about to fall to the floor. The green simulacrum reached out, filling one fist with Wonder Woman's silky dark hair. Without any sign of strain, she lifted the dazed amazon completely off the ground like a trophy, the heroine's red boots hanging inched off the floor. As Wonder Woman slowly regained her senses, her green clone wrapped her arms around the amazon princess, locking her fists in the small of the heroine's back. "Auggh!!" the trapped amazon cried out in pain as her green twin squeezed. Wonder Woman arched backwards, tossing her head in pain, as her legs straddled the waist of her captor. Wonder Woman slowly raised her hands, pushing at the emerald amazon's face. Slowly, Wonder Woman's superior strength began to push her nemesis' face back, weakening the grip on the heroine.

Female domination at college

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

The light had started to filter into Tom’s dorm room, turning the
interior of the room a bright orange color. He was still studying for his
mid-term exam in Biology and needed to get this work done, otherwise he
would not be able to pass this class. But as Tom worked on his memorization,
his mind began to wander. Would he be able to do anything tonight with his
girlfriend, Laura? Or would he be stuck here tonight studying while his
friends went to the pub and got totally blasted? Ultimately, he figured that
he would probably be here for the remainder of the night, staying up with his
notes rather than spending the night with Laura. He had just settled back to
study, when there was a knock on the door. He got up and shuffled across the
room to the door. When he opened the door, he could not believe what his eyes
were seeing! Laura was standing there in the doorway, wearing the tightest
leotard and spandex pants that she could fit on her curvaceous body. In an
instant, he knew where she was going dressed like that. (more…)

Dominant Wife

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

It was almost time for Stephanie to get home and Joe was getting warm
with excitement at the thought. He was finishing the vaccuuming, the
last of the housework that she had told him to do that day. Nothing
thrilled him more than playing servant to the tall, imperious girl he
had married. She was so beautiful and he loved her so much – that
kneeling in submission before her was the supreme pleasure in his life.
He had a hard-on in his tight pants, beneath the frilly white apron
that covered them, truly a slave of love to that girl.

He heard the front door open and a tingle of titilation went through
him. Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous creature with
long dark hair. She stood with hands on hips, watching him finish his
tasks, clad in the white silk blouse and neat black skirt she had worn
that day to the office where she was a rising young executive. She had
a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped across the freshly
vaccuumed carpet and dropped into an easy-chair. (more…)

No Escape

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

Then I felt her hand grip my penis firmly, her
thumb over its tip, as she began to masturbate me. I gasped and
redoubled my efforts at resistance, but she quickly locked her
legs around mine and I was encased in a steel vice from which I
could not escape as she continued to manipulate my body at will.
I had never believe it possible for a woman to rape a man,
but Bonnie had me writhing with a throbbing erection within a few
minutes, as pangs of sexual desire flooded my body. I heard
myself moaning in mingled shame and passion, and as she finally
mounted me and took me inside her I thought I was going to climax
right then and there. Somehow, she stopped me. Something about
the way her hands held my body, that I haven’t figured out to
this day, brought me back from the brink until she was ready, and
then I heard her breathe, “Now!” and the world exploded in an
orgasm that filled my entire being, lifting me with her and
carrying me on a wave of ecstacy to heights I had never known
before.
When it was over, I lay limp and quivering beneath her as
she grinned down at me. “I think you just lost this week’s
paycheck, baby,” she told me softly. “And don’t tell me it
wasn’t worth it. From the way you were moaning, I’ll bet it was
the best you’ve ever had.” Despite being redfaced with shame, I
had to admit she was right, and when I said so she laughed. “For
what it’s worth, baby, you were pretty good yourself, good enough
that I think I may take you around a few more times before the
night is out. After that, well, we’ll see how you hold up.”
She was as good as her word. She held me helpless on the
bed and raped me again and again, so often I lost count. Even
when I thought I had no more to give her, somehow she brought me
to climax after climax, sometimes when it seemed that I was only
semiconscious, controlling my body with her hands and lips in a
way I would never have thought possible. There was no question
of my failing her–she wouldn’t let me fail her; even when I was
moaning and begging her to stop, although I swore my body could
feel nothing else, she would laugh and force me into another,
incredible orgasm.

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Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

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Archive-title: Pit Fighters – 1

The benches around the pit were starting to fill up with men and
women eager to watch as two fighters battled it out to the
death. Trask, the pit master, took the list of fighters for the
evening from his assistant and looked it over. It contained
five names, not even enough for three bouts.

Trask shook his head sadly. It was getting increasingly
difficult to find fighters for the pit. The masters of slaves
who made up the bulk of the pit fighters were becoming less
willing to send their valuable property into the pit, knowing
that they stood a good chance of losing their investment. It
was nearly unheard of for a Freeman to fight in the pits, since
the fights were always to the death.

He was considering a free-for-all, which meant a very short
program, when a tall figure wearing a red cloak walked up to
him. Trask saw that it was a woman, and hoped that she was the
mistress of a slave who would fill out a three bout card. “Can
I help you?” he asked.

“Yes, if you are the person who runs this fighting pit. I want
to enter one of the bouts tonight. Do you have an opening?”

“Yes, there is room for another fighter,” replied Trask. “Where
is the fighter you wish to enter?”

“You don’t understand,” said the woman. “I am the one who will
fight.”

“Impossible. There are no other women on the program I could
match you against.”

“That is just as well,” she said with a smile. “I never fight
women unless it is two or three against me.” She withdrew a
purse from under the cloak and tossed it to him. “There is
sufficient cash there for my entry fee, with enough left over
for a wager. I’ll trust you to get the best odds you can for
me.”

“Very well, if you insist on fighting. I hate to take your
money, though.” Trask picked up his pen and asked, “What is
your name?”

“Tanya,” she replied. “When do I fight?”

“That depends. What is your weapon of choice? I’ll try to
match you to someone favoring a similar weapon.”

“I prefer no weapon,” said Tanya.

“Then you will fight Auric, last on the card. He is the only
other fighter who wishes to use no weapon.”

Tanya nodded and walked to the preparation area. Trask weighed
the purse and shook his head. “Pity to wager this and lose,” he
thought. “Why should I bet this when Auric’s certain to beat
her?” Trask had seen Auric fight before. He was a huge man
with many scars all over his body. Trask thought of the woman
and didn’t give her a chance. “I’ll just keep the money. She’ll
never know the difference, since she’ll be dead.” Trask slipped
the purse into a pocket in his cloak.

The first two matches didn’t generate much enthusiasm from the
crowd, nor much wagering. The first one featured a huge
northern barbarian named Olav. Olav had long yellow hair
hanging in a braid down his back. His opponent was a slim,
swarthy man named Paz. They fought with knives. Olav’s size
was a disadvantage in a knife fight against a skilled opponent.
Paz used his speed and artistry with a knife to continuously get
under Olav’s guard and deliver damaging cuts to the big man’s
body, weakening him. Paz received a few slight slashes to his
arms, but they were not enough to slow him down. Paz slipped
behind Olav and slashed his throat after just ten minutes or so.

In the second, a Teuton named Bjorn, armed with a mace and
shield, faced an Arab named Achmed, armed with ax and shield.
The two were equally matched, and each delivered and received
numerous blows. Finally Bjorn’s mace shattered Achmed’s shield,
and the Arab was helpless as the mace descended and crushed his
skull. Bjorn had to be carried from the pit as well, though,
and Trask doubted whether he would live through the night.

Fresh sand was spread to absorb the blood. Trask descended to
the pit to announce the next match. “The final fight of the
night will be fought without weapons,” he called. There was a
scattering of boos from the patrons. Weaponless fights were
often long and boring. “Entering the pit first, standing six
feet four inches tall and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds,
Auric!”

The huge red-haired man slowly entered the ring. He was a well
known fighter, and some of the people who had been leaving sat
back down.

“His opponent, now entering the pit, stands six feet three
inches tall and weighs two hundred and five pounds.” Trask
checked the paper again, surprised at Tanya’s size. She hadn’t
seemed that large, but his assistant assured him that the
measurements were accurate. “Tanya!”

Tanya entered the pit, her red cloak still covering her from
head to toe. The bookmakers in the benches groaned as everyone
descended on them to wager on Auric. Matches between men and
women were almost unheard of, and never without weapons. No one
believed Auric would be defeated by a woman without any weapons,
and they hurried to put their money down. Cries of “Twenty to
one odds on the woman” were heard, but the long odds didn’t faze
the bettors.

The fighters waited patiently for the hubbub to die down. While
waiting, Tanya watched her opponent. Thick muscles covered
Auric’s arms and legs. He wore only a breechcloth, which sagged
under his large belly. He appeared slow and somewhat
dull-witted. Tanya smiled secretly to herself. She decided
that her main problem would be preventing Auric from falling on
her.

Finally the spectators sat down on the benches again. Tanya
removed her cloak and a collective gasp went up from the
benches when they saw her body.

Tanya’s long auburn hair was braided and gathered tightly on top
of her head. Long hair could be a liability in the pit, as an
opponent could use it as a weapon. Tanya stood proudly, showing
off her broad shoulders and deep chest. Her arms were heavily
muscled from shoulder to wrist, and her hands were enormous.
Her thick shoulders and chest tapered to a narrow waist. Hard
sinew showed clearly at her midsection, which then flared
quickly into hips and thick legs. Tanya gave the appearance of
standing on two muscular tree trunks.

Trask gave the signal for the fight to begin. Auric lumbered
across the pit toward Tanya. His battle plan had always been to
quickly crush his opponents, ignoring any damage done to him.
Tanya quickly sidestepped to her left and kicked him with the
full power of her right leg as he went past. Her foot landed
just under his ribs. Auric grunted as the kick smashed into his
side. He stumbled to a halt and turned to face Tanya, holding
his side. Tanya knew that she had done some damage to Auric,
perhaps breaking a rib, but it was difficult to tell through the
meat covering his bones. Auric growled and charged again.

This time Tanya jumped high into the air, the muscles in her
powerful legs enabling her to vault over Auric’s head. She
tucked into a ball and somersaulted, landing on her feet behind
the confused man. Auric skidded to a halt and turned to see
where Tanya had gone. Tanya was ready for him, and punched
Auric in the belly with enough power to drive him back several
feet. Auric looked extremely puzzled as he rubbed his stomach
in pain. The spectators laughed at the expression on his face
as he regarded the burly woman before him.

Auric decided that he’d better be more careful, since this woman
had hit him hard twice without suffering a blow in return. He
moved toward her slowly, waiting for the right time to attack
again.

Tanya decided not to wait for her slow moving adversary to
attack. With astonishing speed for such a big woman she leaped
in and hit him hard in the belly again. Before Auric could
respond to her attack she spun around him and drove an elbow
backwards into his kidneys. Auric roared in pain and confusion,
turning around and grabbing at Tanya, but she was no longer
within his reach. Auric stood there scratching his head in
bewilderment.

“What’s wrong, you big clumsy ox?” taunted Tanya. “Scared of a
girl?” Auric bellowed in anger and rushed at her again.

Tanya dropped down and swept her powerful leg across Auric’s
legs, tripping him. The big man dropped to the sand and tumbled
across the ground until he crashed into the wall of the pit.
Before he could rise, Tanya was on top of him, wrapping her
brawny arms around his chest, his head towards her. In an
incredible demonstration of her raw power, Tanya heaved Auric
atop her broad shoulders, facing the ceiling, his legs to her
left and his head to her right. Tanya took some pains to secure
her hold, setting her right arm behind his head and grasping his
chin with her hand. Her left arm was between Auric’s legs, and
his right leg was secured by her left hand. Auric waved his
arms helplessly as Tanya bent him backwards across her
shoulders. To the excited spectators, it looked like she was
going to break him in half. To Auric, it felt that way, too.

Seemingly without effort, Tanya walked around the arena holding
him like a prize across her shoulders. With each step he
bounced slightly, causing even more stress on his sore back. A
moan of pain escaped his lips as she pulled down with even more
force.

“What’s wrong, does it hurt?” asked Tanya with mock sympathy in
her voice. “Well, I’ll just put you down, then.” Her arms
swelled to unbelievable proportions as she hefted his bulk even
higher over her head and then threw him down to the sand.

Auric lay there groaning while Tanya strutted around him. “Come
on, big man, you’re not going to let a little girl beat you, are
you?”

Auric roared in frustration and lurched to his feet, then
lumbered toward Tanya again. Tanya met him head on, ducking
inside his arms and driving her shoulder into his chest. Before
he could close his arms around her, she smashed him in the belly
with several hard, fast punches. Auric doubled over and
stumbled back as Tanya’s rock hard fists ripped through the fat
covering his midsection. Tanya followed him step for step,
until she had backed him against one wall of the pit. She
changed her tactics slightly, now driving her big fists into his
face, opening cuts over both eyes and smashing his nose flat.
Auric’s eyes glazed over and he would have fallen but for the
wall at his back. Tanya’s relentless punches kept smashing into
his face as he stood there helplessly. Finally she stepped back
and let him fall face first to the ground.

Tanya nudged him with her foot. “Come on, big man,” she
taunted, “I’m not through with you yet.” Auric growled and
slowly got to his hands and knees in front of her. He looked up
at Tanya’s magnificent body in fear, seeing the way her muscles
were enhanced by the sweat glistening on them. Tanya decided to
let him all the way to his feet again, and stepped back a good
distance.

Auric was barely able to reach his feet. His face was a mess,
with blood dripping into his eyes and from his broken nose down
his chin and onto his chest. Tanya beckoned him, and he slowly
charged at her again.

Tanya spun to her right this time and drove her left foot into
the side of Auric’s left knee as he staggered past. Her foot
landed with the force of a cannonball, and the sound of Auric’s
knee disintegrating could be heard all through the arena. Auric
howled in pain as his knee bent in a direction it wasn’t meant
to bend. Tanya knew she had literally blown Auric’s knee apart.
The ligaments and sinews meant to hold it together had
completely separated. Auric crashed to the floor of the pit as
his left knee could no longer support his considerable weight.

Tanya circled Auric warily. She knew he could still do some
damage, and she wanted to be absolutely sure before moving in
for the kill. Besides, she wasn’t satisfied yet with the
punishment he had suffered. Auric tried to stand, but his left
knee collapsed again and he fell face down in the sand. As he
pushed himself back to a sitting position, Tanya attacked like
lightning. She delivered a piston like kick to his jaw with her
right foot. Auric dropped to the floor again with the taste of
blood in his mouth. Tanya reached down with one hand and caught
Auric by the hair, forcing him to his feet. She then grabbed
him with one arm over his shoulders and the other between his
legs and hoisted back him into the air. The muscles in Tanya’s
enormous arms swelled as she brought him up over her head and
then threw him halfway across the pit.

Auric hit the floor hard. All the breath left his body. He
moaned in pain as Tanya came over and kicked him lightly in the
left knee. Tanya drove her foot repeatedly into his side,
punishing him with powerful kicks and bruising him badly. She
then settled herself on her knees, legs bestriding his body.
Auric chortled in triumph as he quickly grabbed her by the
throat and squeezed.

Tanya realized that Auric could tolerate more pain than she had
thought. She had been ready to finish him off, but his choke
hold had surprised her. Tanya expanded her neck muscles in an
effort to keep her throat open so she could breathe. She then
reached up and caught Auric’s wrists. The sinews in her huge
forearms expanded as she used all the strength in her hands to
crush Auric’s wrists.

Auric couldn’t believe what was happening. Not only was the
woman not collapsing, she was forcing his hands to open. Tanya
forced Auric’s hands slowly away from her throat and down to the
floor. She stretched his arms up over his head. Auric tried to
force her off his chest, but couldn’t dislodge her. His frantic
bridging allowed Tanya to slip her sinewy legs under his body
and lock her ankles together. Using her legs, Tanya began to
crush the life from Auric’s body.

Auric felt Tanya’s legs tighten like a vise around his chest,
and felt one of his ribs crack. He was unable to draw air into
his lungs. Incredibly, Tanya increased the pressure and he felt
another rib crack. Blood appeared on his lips as the rib
pierced his lung. Tanya increased the pressure of her Herculean
thighs. Auric’s face turned blue and he began to lose
consciousness. Auric’s arms lay limply on the sand, and Tanya
released her hold on his wrists so she could lean back slightly
and concentrate all her power in her thighs. Auric’s eyes
rolled back in his head and he lay there senseless.

Tanya released his arms and then unlocked her ankles. She knew
that the fight wasn’t over until Auric was dead. She sat beside
him and rolled him over so that she was positioned behind him
with her legs encircling his torso. Tanya wrapped one beefy
arm around his head, positioned so that her right elbow was just
under his chin. Slowly she pulled up and back with that arm
while she twisted his head in the other direction with her left
arm. Tanya’s legs constricted again and she straightened her
back, stretching Auric’s spine. When she felt that Auric’s neck
would stretch no further, she quickly twisted his head back and
up. Auric’s neck snapped with a crack that everyone could hear.
Tanya released her death grip and pushed Auric’s limp body
away. She got to her feet in one quick motion and stood over
Auric. Sweat clung to her body, gleaming in the light of the
torches and highlighting her swelling muscles. Tanya raised
both arms over head and roared her triumph to the heavens.

Quickly Tanya walked to where her cloak hung and put it on, then
crossed the floor to Trask. “Where’s my money?” she asked.

Trask swallowed hard. “Um, well, here’s the winner’s purse.”

Tanya’s eyes narrowed. “Fine, but where are the winnings for
the wagers you placed for me? I heard that the bookmakers were
giving odds of twenty to one. I should have quite a bit of
money coming.” She stepped closer and doubled her big fist
under Trask’s nose. “Where the hell is it?”

“Um, er, I never wagered the money.” Trask took a step back as
Tanya’s eyes turned even colder. “I figured you didn’t stand a
chance, so why throw the money away?”

Before Trask could get away Tanya had caught him by the shirt
and lifted him off the floor. Her face was only inches from
his, and he saw his death in her eyes. “You owe me twenty times
what was in my purse, little man,” she growled. “I’d like to
collect. If I don’t get the money I’ll take it out of your
hide, you miserable worm.”

“I don’t have that kind of money,” Trask squeaked.

“Then what do you have that has any value?”

“I’ll give you every cent I own.”

“That’s not good enough, scum. I want what I have coming.”

“All I own is this pit,” he mumbled.

Tanya scowled and lifted him a bit higher. “Very well, I want
half interest in this pit. We’ll be partners.” Her expression
turned even colder. “And I expect to make money. I’ll even
fight once in a while. If I ever lose, you’ll get to keep it
all. The novelty of a woman fighting men should draw in the
customers pretty well.”

continued …………

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Thursday, June 8th, 2006

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Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall it vividly.

In my case it was even worse than average. I had come back to my hometown after graduating college; disappointing my parents who had expected me to move out and be a big success “away” somewhere. I explained that I’d come home to “give something back to the community”, but it was complete balderdash. What I was really doing was burying myself in my work, trying to avoid admitting something that no-one else knew.

In college I had become Mistress to a lithe blond tart named Jacqueline “Tennisball” Turner. In some way, we’d been very much in love. I’d revelled in every whipping or spanking I gave her. She gloried in the loving abuse I heaped on her. But eventually I’d convinced myself that this wasn’t what I wanted.

I was a “normal” woman, with normal desires. I wanted a husband and kids and. . . .And I wanted Tennie, or piggy, as I’d sometimes called her, crawling to lick a pair of black leather boots with four-inch heels that clung so tightly to my legs that my slave often had to yank them off me while I broke the suction with a shoehorn. I wanted her head bobbing vigorously between my thighs as the little electric shocks of pleasure shot from my clitoris. I wanted to hang her from the ceiling beam of my little house and beat her ass raw for breaking dishes, to set her impossible tasks and punish her for failing at them.

But I wanted other things too: the touch of her breath on my neck when I let her sleep in my bed; the soft look in her eyes when she knelt at the foot of that bed with my morning coffee; the contented hum of her when all the happy violence was over, the sweat and sometimes tears dried, and she cuddled into my arms during decompression.

And I wanted all of this while leading a June-Cleaver-with-a-career existence? It was too much, and I knew it. But while I sorted all this out I still had rent to pay, first to my parents, then to a landlord, and finally to a mortgage company. I found a job at a high school in town (not the Catholic school I’d attended, but a newer secular school called Park West Secondary).

On the first day of classes, I was way too early. Only the school custodian was in the hall as I entered the Old Building (the one built in 1976 was the New Building) and made my way to room 108 West. The classroom was empty, and I unlocked the door but left the light off. Instead I went to the door at the back of the class. In other days it would have been a storage space. The teacher I had replaced, one Mr. Carruthers, had been in the habit of smoking a pipe quietly in there while grading papers, and the room had that lovely “gentleman’s club” smell of old leather armchair, shoe polish, and pipe tobacco. It’s a smell I’ve always associated with luxury.

There was a little narrow window facing the soccer field, and long shelves of dusty textbooks along the wall with the door in. I put my necessary things into the desk and cupboards, my clipboard, a pack of marking pens, chalk (any teacher will tell you, you bring your own and hoard your supply), and my coffee mug.

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Saturday, May 6th, 2006

Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall it vividly.
In my case it was even worse than average. I had come back to my hometown after graduating college; disappointing my parents who had expected me to move out and be a big success “away” somewhere. I explained that I’d come home to “give something back to the community”, but it was complete balderdash. What I was really doing was burying myself in my work, trying to avoid admitting something that no-one else knew.
In college I had become Mistress to a lithe blond tart named Jacqueline “Tennisball” Turner. In some way, we’d been very much in love. I’d revelled in every whipping or spanking I gave her. She gloried in the loving abuse I heaped on her. But eventually I’d convinced myself that this wasn’t what I wanted.
I was a “normal” woman, with normal desires. I wanted a husband and kids and. . . .And I wanted Tennie, or piggy, as I’d sometimes called her, crawling to lick a pair of black leather boots with four-inch heels that clung so tightly to my legs that my slave often had to yank them off me while I broke the suction with a shoehorn. I wanted her head bobbing vigorously between my thighs as the little electric shocks of pleasure shot from my clitoris. I wanted to hang her from the ceiling beam of my little house and beat her ass raw for breaking dishes, to set her impossible tasks and punish her for failing at them.
But I wanted other things too: the touch of her breath on my neck when I let her sleep in my bed; the soft look in her eyes when she knelt at the foot of that bed with my morning coffee; the contented hum of her when all the happy violence was over, the sweat and sometimes tears dried, and she cuddled into my arms during decompression.
And I wanted all of this while leading a June-Cleaver-with-a-career existence? It was too much, and I knew it. But while I sorted all this out I still had rent to pay, first to my parents, then to a landlord, and finally to a mortgage company. I found a job at a high school in town (not the Catholic school I’d attended, but a newer secular school called Park West Secondary).
On the first day of classes, I was way too early. Only the school custodian was in the hall as I entered the Old Building (the one built in 1976 was the New Building) and made my way to room 108 West. The classroom was empty, and I unlocked the door but left the light off. Instead I went to the door at the back of the class. In other days it would have been a storage space. The teacher I had replaced, one Mr. Carruthers, had been in the habit of smoking a pipe quietly in there while grading papers, and the room had that lovely “gentleman’s club” smell of old leather armchair, shoe polish, and pipe tobacco. It’s a smell I’ve always associated with luxury.
There was a little narrow window facing the soccer field, and long shelves of dusty textbooks along the wall with the door in. I put my necessary things into the desk and cupboards, my clipboard, a pack of marking pens, chalk (any teacher will tell you, you bring your own and hoard your supply), and my coffee mug.
My coffee mug.