Nice work if you can get it

I listened to an interview with Scarlett O’Kelly on radio recently.  An interesting Irish lady with an entrepreneurial streak, not unlike Dawn Annadale in Call Me Elizabeth.   She has written a book about her life as an escort in Ireland.

I have yet to read the book but it has been described as a “dirty book” apparently as it contains very graphic and somewhat salacious details.  Sex sells.   I have been quite coy and reserved about what went on with my clients.  Perhaps I need to review my modest approach and call the book “Between the Cheeks” instead.  Read into that what you will.

She is honest about what she charged and the safety procedures she engaged in.  She does not reveal any personal details of her clients.  She charged 400 euro for an initial visit and then 300 euro for subsequent visits.  It sounds a lot for not very much, however, this type of work is HARD!  It is not an easy option.  She talks honestly about the stress of having a double life, the lies, the constant second guessing and a bout of depression.

According to Scarlett, she wants to remain anonymous, she still sees clients on an intermittent basis.  However, although she has a written a book and has featured on radio, she still wants to remain anonymous but has no shame or guilt about her lifestyle choices.  I say, Go Scarlett!!!!!!

When ordinary becomes extraordinary

A rather interesting book is due out shortly.  I really need to get my skates on.

It looks like I am about to be embroiled in yet another legal matter.  Once again I am the plaintiff and I am being incorrectly judged for my lifestyle choices.  I have done nothing wrong, I am paying the price for someone else’s mistakes.  Sue, Grabbit & Run (different ones this time) have been formally engaged.  For the moment, I just do not have time in my schedule to worry or have another crisis so I shall trust in the judicial system and hope it serves me properly this time around.

slave domnei is on the case doing some valuable research for me.   he hardly has a minute these days I have been keeping him so busy.  A well trained slave is a valuable slave.

So…………….. do you like my new outfit on the left?

When suddenly ………………………… nothing happened!

Well today came and nothing exciting happened, no severed head in a bag, no bloody torso in the hedge, no elephants on tricycles but most importantly, no book!

Today was the unofficial date I had in mind for my first book – the first draft to be completed in September 2011, when I got to November 2011, I sort of realised that I was probably not going to make my deadline, imposed on me by me.    There is a reason I had chosen this date, I will reveal it in the book – when it comes out.

This writing business is quite time-consuming.  I believe in the power of association and I recently had the honour and privilege of communicating directly with another published writer and a colleague of mine has a book coming out in March 2012 – a vanilla book.  I am hoping that somehow by osmosis, it will give me the magical ability to finish what I have started and deliver an outstanding, side splittingly funny, somewhat controversial publication to my loyal followers.  The end of one era and the beginning of a new one.

The book I read is How to Disappear by Frank M Ahern.   I have no intention of disappearing, however, the book is more about how to stay safe online, the pitfalls of the digital era and being mindful how and where you provide personal information.  The writer talks about some case studies where people were victims of stalking.  He stresses the importance of making this known to your circle of friends and family but more importantly, reporting to members of law enforcement.   Personally, I find this subject extremely difficult to talk about as I have felt, at times, that I brought it up on myself thus I was the one in the wrong.  However, after reading the book and conversing personally with the writer, I did nothing wrong.  I was manipulated and persecuted in the vilest manner possible by a cowardly person who had nothing better to do.   I did report this to the local constabulary, my friends, family and also Sue, Grabbit & Run (my less than effective legal representatives).

Now, where did I put my favourite battipanni?  I find it quite therapeutic to bash something or someone when in a bad mood.

 

So I lied

I have once again been the victim of a petty crime.  A theft of something important.  I lied to slave domnei.  I said it did not matter any more and I was unfazed.

I am fazed and guess what, I am p*ssed off.  Theft is a violation of someone else’s personal space.  It is not the first time I have had something stolen from me.  The object is unimportant, objects are objects, noone can take my memories or my experiences.  However, to invade someone else’s space and take what is not yours is a hideous crime.  To invade someone else’s space either physically or online is a crime.  Damaging someone’s reputation is a crime.  Stealing time is a crime - time-wasters are barnacles on the bottom of mankind.   There is no such time as a victimless crime.

To hide behind an anonymous email address is a crime.  To cowardly spread viscous rumours and malicious gossip is a crime.  Letting your dog bark for hours on end apparently is not a crime.  Bullying, either physical, mental or cyber is the worst crime of all.  It is the crime of being a coward.

It is difficult not to experience some level of paranoia.  Once again, I had to have another conversation with the local constabulary.  They must be getting fed up with me by now.

I have little attachment to “things”.  There is no point.  I am attached to my children, my family, my friends and myslave domnei.  Hurt them and I will come after you.  Hell hath no fury like a Dominatrix scorned, remember that as I trample over your very being with my 9″ metal stilettos.

No exercise today – hence the terse tone to this posting.  I have a date with my runners tomorrow morning.  Normal service will be resumed and I will be back to my usual cynical self.  ps, I use my runners to beat slave’s ass, they make a lovely resounding thwack.

A scandal in Belgravia

I watched an episode of Sherlock Holmes – after a tip off from slave domnei.  Apparently this particular episode caused something of a scandal as it appeared before the 9pm watershed and featured a dominatrix.   I watched the episode on iPlayer so I am not exactly sure when or what time it was broadcast.

Irene Adler was the character in the episode.  A truly beautiful actress who played the part well, however, I have to disagree with a few points.

She appeared in what she referred to as Her “battle dress” – naked.  Normally a Goddess would NEVER be naked.  I certainly am not, then again, I am always cold and without my “battle dress”, I am a middle-aged lady with stretch marks.

Someone in the episode referred to Her as a “sex worker” and the commenter was not corrected.  I cannot recall who made that comment.

I fail to see what the fuss was about.  The naked scenes of Her were incredibly tasteful.  There was no undue violence, no sex scenes, no foul language, simply a very beautiful woman filmed using flattering camera angles.  Gok Won displays more naked female flesh on his shows.

Why are images of strong, powerful, independent women shunned from society?  Why do we feel we must hide this from our children lest we have to “explain” things to them, however, society is comfortable with mindless violence, gratuitous sex, Jeremy Kyle-esque shows and foul language being shown before the watershed.  Bring back Mary Whitehouse!  At least she was consistent.

New priorities

It’s official.  I am old.  My top priority when I come in the door in the evening is to run up the stairs and turn on my electric blanket BEFORE I let slave domnei out of his cage.  I used to let him out first as my No. 1 priority.

Alternatively, I could use a remote control to release the catch on his cage and he could turn on the blanket for me but I like it this way, he knows his place.

How did I manage before my electric blanket? How did I manage life without slave domnei – two items that are essential to any well run household.  The Ice Queen melts.

Freedom from chains

Here are a few more common misnomers and limiting beliefs that I have come across over the years, a few of these have even been hurled at me but I’m a good catch (in so many ways).

Delusion – Those that visit professional dommes are child molesters and pedophiles.  The truth is that those who seek out the company of adult women have zero interest in children.  Child molesters and pedophiles will target vulnerable children and manipulate their way into their trust.

Delusion – A single woman with male visitors is up to no good.   The truth is that I am such a pain in the ass that most men can only last in my company for short periods of time and then I get bored and boot them out.  I have no desire to share my current living space with anyone other than my children.  It’s too small anyway.

Delusion – I have sex with men for money.  Truth – all men pay for sex in some shape or form.  Some women accept cash for sexual encounters.  I do not.

Delusion – BDSM is violence against women.  Truth – BDSM and domination activities are by their nature, consensual, safe and take place in a very controlled environment.  Those that follow this lifestyle do so by a strict code.  There are probably more submissive men than women anyway but I have no scientific evidence to prove or disprove that statement.

Delusion – BDSM clubs are dens of inequity.  BDSM clubs are public venues and have to abide by health and safety guidelines.  They are run as long term, sustainable businesses.  The general rule is that if things are becoming “heated”, take it home.

Delusion – A man who visits a professional dominatrix is just looking for kinky sex.  Truth – there are much cheaper ways of engaging in kinky sex.  Pro dommes are expensive for a reason.

The list is endless, please feel free to add your own delusions or truths.

Limiting beliefs and pre conceived ideas

Greetings to all my followers, I trust that you are enjoying this time of peace and relaxation.

Following a few nights of poor sleep as I was cold, I decided succumb and buy an electric blanket.  I have had a huge limiting belief about electric blankets that they caused spontaneous human combustion and were for old people with hip replacements.   When I thought about this logically, if this were indeed the case, there would be no sales of these blankets.

So many of us have stupid pre conceived ideas about things that often have no foundation and we have absolutely no idea where these ideas came from.  The old chestnut is that all professional dommes are escorts.  Some are some are not.  Just like the electric blanket, some are for people with hip replacements are some are not.

I now understand how women can wear skimpy and scant night attire.  My usual uniform is something enormous and fleecy with a high neck.  Then again, I quite like my modest night attire, it adds to my cultivated conservative image.

 

 

Solstice Greetings

Good fortune and new beginnings to all my loyal followers.   Yule be rewarded with more entertaining posts soon.

Trust me darling, it’s not what it looks like

Congratulations to my most recent commenter, you really managed to annoy me, which I presume was the intention.  Anyway, I welcome and value comments, it means people are reading this stuff!

Incidents are rarely what they appear to be and so many situations are often misconstrued.  If I sit at my slave‘s feet, does that make me submissive?  No!!! It means that he is giving my neck and shoulders a rather excellent and much-needed massage.  If I am looking up at my slave’s feet from below, am I submissive?  No!  I am holding the ladder that I have sent him up to perform some ridiculous repair task that I refuse to do.  If I value my slave’s opinion and take his views and feelings into consideration, does that make him the Master?  Absolutely not, it means that our D/s relationship is based on mutual respect.