I always love the beginning of a domme/sub relationship. With the right person the beginning can be very intoxicating, for both persons. It’s eerily similar to the beginning of a dating relationship, finding out what each person likes, finding out all sorts of past details, etc. Only it’s even more titillating to explore how far you can push someone, how fast, how hard. I’m slow myself, I enjoy drawing it out and I love having a tidy little stable of slaves who are each different and unique in their own ways. (No wholesale domination here- go to walmart for that)
I am continually saddened, however, by the number of clients who cite the fact that they have attempted to engage their wives in their play and the wives are on the whole, more or less, rather disinterested. It’s sad. I understand that to many people, especially women hardcore BDSM, degradation, sissification, etc seems ‘weird’ and ‘deviant’ but if a loved one came to me, I would be very hard pressed to deny them at least a trial outing.
And before you argue for the women and wives out there– my very first boyfriend (age untold to protect your delicate sensibilities) asked me if I would lick his ass and stick my finger up it as well. !!! Well shock me sideways. I was about as far from being the open-minded taboo fuck queen I am now then as Pluto is from the Sun. It grossed me out, was completely deviant and abhorrent to me. MY TONGUE? ON HIS ASS? Gross. And even worse, weren’t only GAY guys into getting it up the ass?? Oh how very misinformed I was… But you know what? I did it. Maybe cuz he was my first boyfriend, the first person I trusted to “whatever you do keep going– just ignore me if I say NO, because if you don’t keep going this time I’ll kill you…”(I had this bizarre thing where when I was first sexually active, my body would lock up and I’d be on sensory overload when my orgasm approached. For weeks he’d be fingering me so fucking hard and I would get so freaking wet and so close, but then I’d freeze up and say “STOP!”) Or maybe because it was a core belief of mine that you should keep an open mind and try to accommodate your partner. don’t even begin to think that I mean the kind of accommodation that lets me lay down and get walked all over by a slave. or any man. Just that I am willing to play. And I like kinky things. HeHeHe. I want a teeshirt that says that.
Anyways, I just so love/enjoy the beginning of a good slave/domme relationship. The exploratory portion is lots of fun. I like getting to know my slaves fully because then I can completely take control of their brains and fuck with them. Sometimes, I admit that I have a little too much fun learning…
I am having such a great time coming up with new tortures for some of my babies. A cruelly torturous cock and ball session for one, too much tease and denial for another (I believe I am going to instruct Anna to find the perfect story for me, and then read it to me while I play. (s)He’s in chastity for the next month (Anna’s Adventures In Chastityland) and anything I can do to torture him further, hehehe. So much fun. But my new slave? Oh… yeah. R’s got something coming to him, consider it payback for waiting patiently for so long to find a great mistress like me. mmmm
Anyhow, I was pooped all weekend from the concert on Friday. God what an awesome show– even if the venue sucked complete donkey balls on the level of well you know, service. The management was fucking crap and it will be a cold day in hell, unless Blue October is playing there, before I go see another concert at the San Diego House of Blues. EVERY person on staff had a different fucking story about what was going on. THAT SAID: Eric from the restaurant staff was very kind and helpful, as was Matt from the club bar– he was very sweet too. Also, Travis from the Blue October crew was really, really, really helpful and nice, and I appreciate his help, etc. BUT… the service on the whole was still so crap and distressing that plenty of people were in tears. Not me, but still.
I am thinking about going to their show@ the Greek Theatre in Los Angeles, it’s in October. Blue October in October.
A few thanks real quick.
Alex thank you for the delightful stories and the tributes this weekend. I look forward to more fun in the near future.
Dustin– thanks for the pics.
Anna– thanks for the xfiles, the pillows, the shoes, and the book.
MG– thank you for your last few tributes, but please remember, service is more fun. Life sucks, get in contact with me and I will tear you up for awhile and help you gain a new perspective.
And finally. Patrick, how’s your wife’s ‘little problem’ going?