Tuesday, December 22, 2009

All I Want for Christmas...

A prisoner to lock in my cage and starve, while I tease him with a huge sushi feast that I eat right in front of him. I've never done this before, I feel like it would be very funny.

Cute-as-a-button forced-bi enthusiasts. Oh, how I long to make a couple of naughty little buttboys perform sordid tasks upon eachother.

New jokes! Email me with a good one!

A long, and intricate needle session. I very much want to sew a corset... on a very lucky subby's balls!

My XXX-mas Gift For You...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar...

God, I hate that song. It reminds me of Gloria Steinem, bra-burning 70's radical black or white philosophy that most men of a certain age associate with being a feminist. But it's a catchy title.

Anyway... I've been thinking about the reasons why some men have a desire to worship Dominant Women, and where this drive comes from. Is it genetic? Were these genetics influenced by some environmental circumstances?

If we presume that a desire to worship a Dominant Woman is genetic, there might be some sort of evolutionary reason for this. Meaning, most genetic traits are the result of an evolutionary trend- the result of a condition that existed for thousands of years (ex: evolutionary geneticists postulate that humans lost their hair in order to free themselves of external parasites that infest fur). My theory is similar to this in concept- that goddess worshipping cults (or religions where goddesses were an integral part of a greater pantheon) existed for tens of thousands of years before they were all but obliterated. What if this caused a evolutionary psychological "need", or "trend" which now can only manifest itself in the worship of Dominant Women? I'm saying that, if genetics can effect our physical outcomes, why wouldn't it also effect our psychology? To a certain extent, of course. It is analogous to scientists who claim to have found a "gay gene". Is it possible there may be a subby man gene?

I started thinking about these things because I want to know what exactly it is that men are "worshipping" when they come to see me. I would like to think that it is some sort of abstraction of the Divine Feminine that they see reflected in me. I hate all of the "star fucker" clients who need to go to a certain Domme because they feel she is "the best"- because that implies to me that they want the literal person, whom they could not possibly ever know (at least not from a blog or website). It also implies that they have a need to associate themselves with "the best", out of some sort of insecurity, like rooting for the best baseball team- a form of irrational jingoism (okay, maybe that's a bit extreme). But it ignores or de-emphasizes what it is about BDSM that is really important, which is honest, empathic connection.

Are "star fucking" and connection mutually exclusive?

Do you think that genetics play a factor in one's predisposition toward a need to submit to a Dominant Woman?

Does your brain hurt now? Lol!


xoxo.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Sexy Beast...

They brought me a bottle of Veueve Clicquot, which made me aware that they meant business. Jovial business. Let's have fun kind of business.

I slinked into my black latex dress (business casual for dommes) poured us some champagne, and we all sipped away with nervous apprehension. I was a bit nervous, I admit- I mean, there's so much to do! I wondered what they'd be like- reserved? Scared? Demanding? Complete novices?

I asked them about their experience. Things they had done with eachother, things they had done with other providers/professionals. The woman, Mariana, explained that she had fisted him (Carlos), and that she very much enjoyed it. I eyed her response for long enough to determine that she was telling the truth. He said that he had visited a mistress in their home country, Argentina, a few times, and that she had introduced him to sounds and needles. He said he liked them very much. Wow. Delight. This was not going to be your mother's session. Severe CBT was also something which excited him- kicking, squeezing, and even stomping.

I wanted to test Carlos' boast that he enjoyed hard CBT, so I chained him up and grabbed him- gently at first, and then gradually increasing the pressure, with my hand while looking into his eyes. As the pressure increased, I saw not a hint of resistance or pain, only ecstacy and gratitude.

Mariana was eager to learn how to administer sounds. I showed her how to lube the tip. To run the opening of the urethra with the sound slowly and gently, as to heighten the anticipation. We started with a small gauge, and slowly worked our way up. Slipping the sound gently into the urethra, patiently watching it slide down and twist, following the spiral tube all the way. Feeling the metal inside of the penis against your hand. The shallow breathing of our patient. The slack, relaxed expression on his face inspired her to touch it softly, and he rubbed her pussy as I increased the gauge of the sounds gradually.

Role Play and Dominance

Some mistresses do not offer role play, because they consider it to be too submissive. Well, I say fuck that. I like role playing. Much of the time it's really hot. Because BDSM is theater anyway, why would it seem submissive? Isn't creating a "Domme Persona" sort of like role playing anyway?

Submissive to me is: projecting a persona that you feel your clients will like

You are not worshiping me. You are worshiping the divine feminine in me. What I represent. Not me as a person, because you don't even know me. Perhaps you are worshiping yourself in some convoluted way. Perhaps the feminine side of yourself that is repressed, which needs expression. We could conjecture about that all day!
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