Between the cheeks…..which one are you?

As a Valentine gift, slave domnei gave me a copy of Between The Sheets by Scarlett O’Kelly, an Irish escort.

The book is interesting, a little graphic for my liking but makes interesting reading.  I’ll write a more detailed review when I finish it off.  She categorises her customers which I found interesting.  I also have “types”.

1. The time waster – the person who rings constantly and asks a million questions and then cancels at the last minute, I finally got wise that this category was getting off on the telephone conversation only and never had any intention of seeing me.

2. The kinkster – not really submissive but wants some variety in their lives.  They are usually married but cannot bring themselves to talk about their fantasies with their “wife”.  They suffer from Madonna/whore syndrome.  ”I could never ask my wife to do THAT”.  ”That” could be anything that deviates from the basic missionary position.

3. The cross dresser – probably the easiest of client to deal with.  Most cross dressers are very straight men who have a desire to dress as a woman from time to time and assume a sluttish persona (although not always).  They are delighted to be able to take on their female persona in a safe and private environment and learn make up techniques from another woman.  They often like to engage in anal penetration but not always.

4. The sex maniac – the odd one that confuses a Dominatrix with an escort and is looking for kinky sex.  This type is usually cut off at the telephone call stage but one or two slip through the net and go away most disappointed.

5. The “I’m not sure what I want” type  - this type comprises men who want physical and some sort of sexual contact with an adult woman but they are also curious about what being with a Domme entails.  They do not really want to pay for sex but want a sexual encounter that does not involve penetration and has a more cerebral, intellectual foundation.

6. The genuine submissive  - this category is far and few between and tends to be a slightly more mature male who has been there and done that to discover that they are genuinely submissive and are comfortable with this realisation.  The encounter may or may not have sexual undertones but their genuine desire is to serve a Dominant woman.

Since retirement, I have actually missed dealing with clients, even though some of them would drive me mad.   Human nature never ceases to surprise me.

 

Happy Valentine’s Day – Spend it with the one you love – yourself

Things I love

Coffee, one square of organic dark chili chocolate, sleeping, silence, tranquility, books, running, cheques in the post, clients who pay cash, slaves, cash in the post, Apple computers, really good free wifi, the odd class of good wine, Amaretto brandy (I have one glass annually), winning an argument, ex-boyfriends that get the hint, travel, hats, huge jumpers, PVC, free activities, libraries, power showers, clean cars, sun sets, sun rises, cinema visits in the afternoon, passing exams, getting assignments in on time, walking to the bus stop and getting a bus immediately, sunflowers, slave domnei, clear surfaces, leather floors, large walk in wardrobes, secluded gardens, dungeons, warm feet, vanilla, walnuts, corsets, comfortable killer heels, being here when the post man delivers surprise parcels, cheques in the post and letters with good news, a-frames, canes, handbag sized weapons of mass destruction.  This list is not exhaustive.  Have a great day.

Who is your favourite Dominatrix

To find the identity of your favourite Dominatrix, do the maths below…

Then scroll down to find your (S) hero.   Accurate results guaranteed.

Peeking ahead will result in a severe caning.

 

 

1. Pick your favorite number between 1 – 9
2. Multiply by 3
3. Add 3
4. Then again multiply by 3… calculators not permitted
5. You’ll get a 2 or 3 digit number
6. Add the digits together

NOW SCROLL DOWN

 

 

And with that number, see who your favourite Dominatrix is from the list below:

 

 

1.  Margaret Thatcher
2.  Sugar
3.  Morticia Addams
4.  Wonder Woman
5.  Cat Woman
6. Mrs Peel
7. Irene Adler
8. Elizabeth Bennett
9. Goddess Eva Luna!!

Don’t forget to share with your friends.

Pull up to the bumper baby……

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I whip while you scream……….

I found a fabulous new site for Dommes and subs alike, and it’s free.  We Whip Ass.

I will get around to completing my profile over time.  Life is a bit busy at the moment and incessant dogs barking during the day are not helping my already frayed nerves.  Casts a whole different light on puppy play.

Madame Bovary

I was watching Little Children a few evenings ago.  It is a slightly disturbing film as one of the characters is a sex offender with a penchant for little children.

In one of the scenes, Kate Winslet is discussing the book Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert at a book club.  One section of the book references a somewhat steamy scene and mentions the word “compliant”.  I can’t remember the exact phrase.  This is interpreted as anal sex by the members of the book club.  I have not read the book or watched Little Children in its entirely so I cannot comment with absolute certainty.

It is interesting that the words “compliant” and “anal sex” are used in the same sentence.  To be compliant does not necessary imply submission.  It simply means to agree. For me, engaging in anal sex is a very submissive act (for the receiver), particularly in a D/s environment as it generally involves gender play.  From what I understand of Madame Bovary’s character, she was not submissive, simply unhappy with life in general.   However, regardless of the situation, prior agreement is essential to any D/s engagements.

Remember, keep is safe, sane and consensual.   It is very interesting what goes on in suburbia when you scratch beneath the surface.

 

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.