One Day Blog Silence

Terrific Tush Tuesday

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead. - Joss Whedon

Preparing for Your Hypnosis Session

Arafinwe offered the following suggestions for preparing for a hypnosis session:

I have found several things helpful to getting the most out of a trance. Not eating a large meal directly before. Not drinking any alcohol directly before. Some physical exercise that gets the heart and lungs pumping within about two hours before. Trancing in a slightly relaxed sitting position, (in a chair that leans back a bit and supports the head), as opposed to lying prone. Not watching TV within an hour before. Not driving in city traffic within an hour before.

In short, don't do things that agitate the mind or act as a soporific to the body. Do things which invigorate the mind without over stimulating it, or rest the mind, shortly before trancing. Also, exercise seems to help just because it gives the body a good shot of energy to feed off when later in trance.

Excellent suggestions, Arafinwe :)

Thanks Sergeant T

Preface: This is the last I'll write about this topic but I felt I had to express my frustration and concern.

Our Sergeant T is doing pretty well all things considered. He lost part of his intestines and now has pins in his leg but he's going to survive. Other soldiers yesterday weren't so lucky. Four died and eight were wounded on Sunday in three separate incidents.

This morning military officials visited him in the hospital and awarded him the Purple Heart. I had no idea that they awarded them so quickly. His wife says she feels proud and angry at the same time. Sergeant T has worked his entire adult life serving his community and his country as a State Trooper and a Reservist. She's so proud of that but at the same time angry that it seems as if we are stuck in a no-win situation that is only going to lead to more deaths - both US and Iraqi.

I wonder what's wrong with us. I know that things like this are happening all the time, but why aren't people more appalled by this? What does it say when his hometown newspaper doesn't even mention what happened (and his wife works for the newspaper!) and the national papers devote anywhere from eight - eleven lines to report what happened to he and the eleven others wounded or killed. Yet we heard about poor Anna Nicole for weeks and weeks and weeks. People say it isn't really news anymore. Well why isn't it? If it were, maybe we'd be out of there by now. At least more people would be trying to do something to stop it.

Thanks to Sergeant T and all the other brave men and women risking it all. Some of us are paying attention and we salute you.

I Hate War

Preface: This isn't a cheery or sexy post - in fact, I know it's quite depressing. I am upset and I need to vent. Please just skip it if you're looking for something erotic or hypnotic. I'm working on a couple of pieces like that and will post them later this week. You've been forewarned.

I hate war. Yes, I know - who doesn't? The war in Iraq is such a horrible thing - people dying or being injured everywhere. It's so far away that I think it's easy to let thoughts of it slip to the back of our mind and not worry about it very much. Easy, that is, unless you have family there. I live in a state where there are two major military bases and three coast guard stations. I'm not sure how many reserve units there are here but I know there are several. All this from a state with only four million people. Here, the military is a way of life for a large number of people. I do not know very many people at all who don't have at least one family member in Iraq.

My family has three loved ones there. TL, a young woman in her early 30s, is a medic. She's right there in the thick of things. We worry about her a lot and about what would happen to her little 5 year old son should something happen to her. Then there's B. He's three months younger than me and we were always close growing up. He's driving a Humvee delivering supplies in Iraq. He's perpetually a target from what I hear. Lastly there's T. Early 30s like TL with a four year old son. T is an MP (military police) and is right in the thick of things as well.

A little while ago we got word that T has been wounded. The injuries to his abdomen and leg were severe enough that he's in surgery right now but we don't know any more than that at the moment. His wife is away from home and out of cell phone range so she doesn't even know yet. So sad. If you pray, please remember T and any others injured during this attack.

I'm not a genius. I don't know how to stop this madness. What scares me most is thinking that no one else knows how either. Our families are in harm's way and so are the poor Iraqi people. If we pull out, heaven knows what will happen to them. If we stay, things like this will continue to happen. Hopefully someone in power knows what to do. Trusting them with the lives of people we love is so hard to do right now.

I hate war.

Sometimes

Sometimes when I sit down to blog I find myself staring at the screen with no topic at all in mind. After two years of blogging it seems like I've tackled most things, some more than once. Yet I want to blog as it seems that blogging is cathartic for me. In my very busy life it's one of the things that I truly want to do take time to do for myself. And.. it doesn't hurt my ego any to know that so many people drop by to read ;) Domme ego and all that...

So on thinking about what I wanted to write about tonight, I've decided I'll just ramble. Indulge me.

Many of you asked about an entry from earlier in this week in which I said goodbye to someone. My friend David was forty-eight years old and a super nice man. He got married one day earlier this week, went to sleep that night, and died in his sleep. I was so sad to hear this and a little angry. After all this time of seeking happiness, he dies on the happiest day of his life? Bill and a couple of my friends reminded me that he did died happy, with someone he loved, and went quietly in his sleep. What more can a person ask for? I guess that's true and I thank them for helping me find that perspective.

We used to have fun, David and I. We met each other in an erotic hypnosis chat room and eventually decided we'd learn together to hypnotize. We were both perfectionists and both fairly imaginative and creative. We made good trance partners. I'd hypnotize him and he'd hypnotize me. Lots of the techniques I use today I learned from him. He was really good at describing and eliciting sensations when he tranced someone. I remember once he did a session in which he took me ballroom dancing and then for a moonlit walk on the beach. He was so skilled that the next day when I first awakened I found myself questioning for a few moments whether or not it actually happened.

I haven't talked to David in about a year. You know how it is, things get busy and we lost track. I hate that and I don't want that to happen with other people I care about. As such I've resolved to do better about keeping in touch with my friends. In the past couple of days I've rekindled some friendships and it's felt really, really good. You forget how much you miss people til you talk to them again. It's been nice to laugh and tease a bit.

On a happier note, I think I'll tell you about my dad. He's almost 69 years old and lots of you already know has cancer of the bone marrow. Still works every single day in a very physically demanding job. Men twenty years younger can't do what he does let alone someone who has cancer. He had chemo on Thursday, was a sick on Friday, and was out cutting down a tree and digging up the roots today. I'm staying with he and Mom this weekend just to keep an eye on him but sheesh, he's one tough old bird. Nothing seems to stop him. I'm thinking he'll outlive me :) (If you're thinking at 45 that I sound like I still think my dad is superman, it's because I do. He's a serious pain in the behind but I love and admire him to pieces.)

One more little tale and then I have to stop. As I mentioned previously I've been going to a gym to work out. This is a really great place because it's not just a workout facility. They have physical therapists and nurses there so that people like me can transition back into a workout even though we've been injured. Last week I met a really nice man who also is working to recover from a knee injury. We spoke casually about "no pain, no gain" and laughed because so far all we've seen is the pain. We've spoken a couple of more times since, mostly light stuff, and certainly nothing at all about sex. The only personal information I know about him is his age and the fact that he's single. In spite of the casual nature of our conversation, I've found myself suspecting he's submissive and I'm not sure why. Perhaps I see submissives around every corner, I don't know. I wonder if after a while, we develop a sort of radar about these things? It'll be interesting to see. We were talking about our childhoods during our last conversation (we're about the same age) and I almost told the evil cowgirl story. Since we were working out at the time I couldn't see his face very well. I think next week I'll shift the conversation back to childhood stories again, tell him about the evil cowgirl, and see what he says and does when he hears. I know, I know, way subtle but this is the Bible belt and I can't very well wear leather to my workout ;) I'll let you know what happens.

One Day Blog Silence

"Silence can say more than a thousand words."

I wanted to share with you about a one day event being held on April 30, 2007. A One Day Blog Silence will be held in the blogosphere to show respect and support to those who lost their love ones at Virginia Tech.

To participate please spread the word about this event by posting today. Encourage others to do the same. On April 30th, 2007 post the graphic. No words and no comments. Just respect, reflect and empathy.

Information and images at OneDayBlogSilence.com

Moonshine

The moon shines bright and clear
chasing off the clouds that seek to cloak
the truth and beauty, once disguised,
now plain for all to see

I wandered through the endless night
lost in darkness, compass blind
with battle-weary bloodshot eyes
bloodstained hands and bloodstained mind

In forest deep, you bade your time
broke shield then sword, broke heart then mind
your single teardrop washed my eyes
the banshee howled and madness died

You touch my soul and win my heart
strip me of my tarnished armour
wash my wounds, patch me up
and dress me in your finest silver

And I awake and see my love
my heart in chains to beauty's splendour
breathless, moon-struck, born of woman
willing captive, ego broken

The moon shines bright and clear
giver of new life, reflection of the One
and the queen rides out again
happiness, her humbled servant by her side.

- (c) 2007 lovestruck subronski

Rest In Peace My Friend

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.


Source: derived from a sermon written by Henry Scott Holland and delivered in St. Paul's (London) on 15 May 1910, at which time the body of King Edward VII was lying in state at Westminster. Although not originally derived from Irish writings, versions of this sermon have been used at many Irish and Catholic funerals over the years.

Jake Asked...

Image creator "Pale is Pretty"

In response to the Interview Me(me) thread, Jake asked:

What are some of your favorite movies?

Casablanca
Gone With The Wind
Steel Magnolias
It's a Wonderful Life
Rear Window
The Wizard of Oz
Breakfast at Tiffany's


What are some of your favorite books?

The Best Loved Poems of the American People
William Shakespeare: The Complete Works
Gone With The Wind
The Repairman Jack series by F Paul Wilson
Pride and Prejudice
Cyrano DeBerjerac


Can you describe what you look like?

I can, but I won't :)


Would you give up being a Domme if your boyfriend said that is what it would take for you him to stay with you?

It's not a matter of wanting to give it up. I'm dominant without really even thinking about it. It's pervasive in the way I speak and in the way I act. If he wanted me to stop being dominant, it would be the equivalent of him asking me to stop being me.

If you mean could I give up the kinky things, probably. Fortunately that's not likely to happen.

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If you asked to be interviewed and you cannot find your questions, write me and I'll send them to you.

Melinda Doolittle - Trouble is a Woman

I love this style of music, especially this particular song, and thought Melinda gave a great performance. Yes, I've become hooked on a second reality show. Watched my first ever episode of American Idol last night and can't believe it, but I found out what the rest of America has been talking about.

One More For Terrific Tush Tuesday

Image by Pat Duke

This one's for the fellas. (Thanks Guy.)


"A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up." - Mae West

Dearest Pet

Grey's Anatomy character Cristina coined the phrase "you are my person". "My person" is the one you always turn to.. no matter what. Good news and bad. You trust them to have your back and your heart.

Dearest pet, you are my person. I love you. Thanks for always being there for me.

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The Story - Brandi Carlisle

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through but you do
And I was made for you...

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No, I'm not a mess - but the rest of the sentiment is true...

Bondage Makes Men Happier

Well I know it does any men that I am with ;) Now surveys are indicating others feel the same. According to a survey conducted by Sydney based World Association of Sexual Health, men who are "into BDSM" are psychologically healthier. From a Foxs News article:

... men into BDSM scored significantly better on a scale of psychological wellbeing than other men.

“This seems to imply that these men are actually happier as a result of their behaviour, though we're not sure why,” she (Dr Richter) said.

Perhaps the people who are "into BDSM" feel more communicating about their sexual needs? And perhaps this increased level of communication leads a better sex life? I am not one to purport that vanilla sex isn't yummy because it certainly is. Sex is yummy period. Vanilla relationships are not inferior to D/s relationships - they're just different. That said, I think perhaps the nature of the D/s relationship calls for a level of communication that may not be as easily found in many vanilla relationships.

At any rate, isn't it great to know that you're probably psychologically healthier than a lot of other people out there? (98 percent of other people to be exact - if you believe the survey results are valid.)

The new sex study has revealed that 2 percent of Australian men and 1.4 percent of women admit to enjoying dominance, submission and sadomasochism-type sex in the past year.

Well perhaps not quite that small of a percentage.

“There will definitely be more men and women who have sexual tastes in this direction but won't call it this,” said Dr. Juliet Richters, of the University of New South Wales.

It seems people just don't like the label. They're not willing to admit they like "BDSM", but they get off on a little bondage and spanking. Just don't label it kink and they're ok.

Whatever the percent, I am sure that number is growing. More and more people are developing an open mind and allowing a healthy sexual curiosity to creep in and take control for just a little while. As they do, they're finding what we already knew.

Kink is good. Yum.

Terrific Tush Tuesday

It's my grandmother's 87th birthday. To some I am sure 87 sounds so old but Grandma's a really vibrant person and I can't ever imagine thinking of her as old. She, like me, loves men. She's someone who has always encouraged me to be strong, has always assured me that I am strong and reminds me that strength in women is a thing to be admired. Happy birthday Grandma.

I wanted to say thanks to all those who wrote yesterday. This morning this was the quote of the day awaiting in my mailbox. I thought of you when I read it.

In the sweetness of friendship; let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." - Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese artist & poet in US (1883 - 1931)

Today my heart is refreshed. I'm still taking some time away from things, a little vacation of sorts, but I feel good.

A Moment of Silence or Prayer

By now I'm sure you have heard of the slayings at Virginia Tech. Including the gunman, 33 people were killed - 33 people whose families will never be the same. If you pray, please take a moment and offer a prayer for the families and also for those who are wounded (I haven't seen those numbers) and their families.

My sister-in-law's niece is safe, physically. She's emotionally a wreck as are so many on the campus, especially those who like her were in Norris Hall.

My grandma didn't have her pacemaker placed today as they decided to do more tests first. If you pray, please remember her.

I've Calmed Down Now

Image by Robert McGinnis

No, I don't want to shoot him, although the lady in the painting seems to be considering it. I did "shoot him" in the best possible way - threatening legal action.

Let me back up and explain. Earlier today I posted an entry saying I wasn't going to be blogging anymore, at least not for awhile. It would seem some cretin has decided he will harass me (and probably others) by posting a piece alleging I am really submissive and that he has photos to prove it. He did in fact post a photo of someone all spread eagle with right leg bound to right arm and left leg bound to left arm. So, since it's on the internet and it has my name on it, it must be true, right?

When I left a comment on his blog threatening legal action for falsely representing me with an explicit photo, he took down not only the entry but his entire blog. Good for him as it never pays to piss off a Domme who has lots of friends. I count six attorney friends, one of them very close to me, who would do anything I asked. No legal fees for me, but hmm - could the cretin say the same thing for himself?

It's not about being called submissive. I'm not, but I don't consider that an insult in the slightest. I respect submissives very much. It's about his flagrant attempt to humiliate me.

In the post I made this morning (and have since deleted) I also commented that I was disappointed to learn of this joker by stumbling a link in a forum post. I would guess that at least a few people who know me saw this blog and didn't say anything to me about it. That hurt my feelings more than anything until I mentioned it to Bill and he admitted that he had stumbled across it last night and didn't say anything because he was trying to figure out how to tell me without upsetting me. So, if you knew and you didn't tell me, I understand why. I'm not angry with you. Please tell me in the future even if it upsets me because I think I have a right to that kind of information. I'd tell you if I saw something about you - I promise.

Anyway this situation does give me pause. I've been receiving comments and emails for a long time now that are rude and attacking. The individual comments/emails don't really bother me as single units but I admit they've collectively been wearing away at me. That's why I didn't blog over the weekend and why I haven't been responding to my emails very well. It has gotten to the point that it bothers me just to open my email account. When this happened today I found myself very upset and wanted to stop everything online that I do. Thanks to a very special friend I've calmed down now and realize that I won't allow some jerk(s) to control me. I'll continue blogging and all the other things I do because I like doing them.

During all this not really significant happening, a breaking news story told of a shooting at the campus of Virginia Tech - 32 people are dead, 30 of them in the engineering building. My sister-in-law's oldest niece is an engineering major there and we haven't heard yet if she is ok. Additionally Mom tells me my grandmother has had to go in today for a pacemaker implant. She'll be 87 tomorrow so even though she's tough we're a little concerned. Thinking about all this put the incident with the cretin in perspective.

I am going to probably take a break from blogging and from email for about a week. I'm tired and a bit stressed so I'm going to focus on doing some non-interactive things that I've been wanting to do. With the help of a sweet computery friend I am looking into switching my YahooGroup to a forum type of thing. Additionally I am going to finish the update to the website - an update I started probably around Thanksgiving and never finished.

So, I'll be around - just a bit quiet for a few days.

Funny Freaky Fetish Finds For Friday

Miss Bonnnie from CollarNCuffs has initiated "Funny, Freaky, Fetish, Finds For Friday". Bonnie, here's my contribution (thanks to Jay!). I know it only falls in the "Funny Find For Friday" category. I'll try to find something freakier for next week :)

Ramblings

Image creator unknown

It's been a weird couple of days. I feel sort of spacey and quite a bit grouchy. Because of this I have been loathe to do anything that involves much interaction with people. I've ignored the majority of my emails for the past couple of days because I was afraid I'd bite the head off some poor unsuspecting person. It's one thing to be bitchy to someone who wants and expects it, but it's quite another to do it to an innocent party.

That said, I did want to take a moment to respond to a recently submitted comment. In response to my post "Romancing the Lady - Gifts", Mativa remarked:

It is pathetic that you have to tell men not to be f-ing selfish but you do. Most "submissive" men only "submit" to get their kink thrills. Those men who are trying to make their wives Domme them are the worst of all. Doesn't matter she's not comfortable doing it or that she doesn't want to. Makes me sick.

I'd have to say that most of the submissive men I know are simply trying to find their way. It's true that sometimes their way isn't mine, but then again my way is probably not your way. You're right, some are selfish and interested only in having their kink experiences, but that doesn't mean most are that way. Consider the sort of "Domme" figures these men are accustomed to. Usually they're movie/TV dominatrices or online fantasizers/players, both categories of people who cater to male fantasies. Most have little opportunity to interact with a Domme who actually has any real experience in a power exchange relationship. Instead of lumping these men together in one scornfully dismissed blob, I find it more productive to educate them on my point of view and to encourage them to consider the viewpoints of others (Dom/me and submissive) who have lived this.

I will agree that it disturbs me to see men who constantly persist in pushing their wives to dominate them. I understand they have an overwhelming desire to experience the control of the woman they love, but it's a very risky thing to push someone to do something like this. More often than not a woman who is pushed into a corner will either come out fighting or will wither away. Either way the relationship is damaged. If one is determined to introduce female dominance and male submission into a relationship it would seem prudent to proceed slowly and be cognizant of her desires and her ability to take on that role. Some women are just not cut out to dominate. Period. For those who have some affinity for leadership, I would think the "softly, softly, catchee monkey" approach would be the best.

Begging

(c) 2007 by Kat's Grey Pet


I can still see you in my mind, although you've shut out the light from my eyes. I hear you move around the room, can tell you are very pleased with yourself, that you're smiling. The scent of your perfume fills my lungs.

I try to move, and you giggle.

"You're not getting loose," you tell me again.

"You cheated," I reply.

You laugh. "I did NOT cheat!"

"I almost won," I reply.

"But you didn't, and you won't get loose."

I fumble at the silk that binds my arms for a few moments. I can tell you're watching me, watching my struggles.

"You're not trying very hard," you tell me. And then I feel a fingernail on the bottom of my foot. I jump.

"Hey!" I complain. "Stop that."

You giggle again. God, I love the sound of your voice! I feel you as you climb onto the bed and perch on top of me, feel your hands caress my chest for a moment.

"Tell me, do you think I could tie your legs, too?" You scootch down, a little, pinning my legs to the bed. I pause, considering, resigned.

"Probably," I admit after a moment.

Your hands move to my belt, pausing.

"I'll give you a choice," you offer. "Cooperate while I remove the rest of your clothes, or I'll tie your legs and tickle your feet."

In emphasis, you reach around and run another fingernail up the bottom of a bare foot. I jump, but you've got me pinned to the bed.

"Oh god!" I breathe. "Please don't, Love."

"Cooperate then. You know you want to, anyway."

I don't say anything, but as your hands return to my belt, I shift to make it easier for you to remove my remaining clothes.

And continue to struggle with well-tied silk.

You return to your perch on top of me, watching my silent struggles for a moment, then turn around.

"What are you doing?" I ask I feel a scarf wrap around one of my ankles.

"Tying your feet."

I start to jerk away, but it's too late, and you pull the silk taut, pulling my leg sideways. I squirm and try to pull away, but you quickly secure the silk and pounce on the remaining leg. After just another moment, I'm spread eagled on the bed, breathing heavily.

"You're a brat!" I tell you.

In response, you climb back on top of me, sitting over my hips. Suddenly, you grasp my chin, pulling it forward, then lean down and kiss me. I moan.

I love your touch, and I melt to your kisses.

"If you call me that again," you tell me, "I'll gag you."

"No you won't," I tell you. "You like kissing me too much."

"With used underwear."

"Mmmmm."

"YOUR used underwear," you finish.

"Ewww."

You kiss me again, teasingly. I strain, trying to lengthen the kiss, but you pull away, just out of range. I can feel your breath, but can't quite reach you. I slump back to the bed.

"It's time you learned how to beg," you tell me.

"I love you."

"I know you do. And I love you."

And then you hop off me again. Suddenly, you grasp one of my ankles.

"Hey!" I complain again. "No tickling!"

You laugh. "Try to stop me." And I feel fingernails on the bottom of my foot. Not moving yet, but the threat is there.

"Please don't," I say quietly.

You fingers twitch, and I jump.

"Tee hee. I love it when you're ticklish."

"Oh god!" I exclaim as you begin tickling in earnest. I try to jerk away, but the silk is taut. I squirm madly. "Stop! Please stop!"

You pause for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath, then begin again.

Untitled Poem

A glow, a floating, a delight,
like dust motes in the light

Your voice, so calm and of even measure ...
oh yes, ...we want gold, sex, but isn't this the treasure?

in grace to float across the floor,
while in mind flying, doing mundane chore

days reel off ... days, months, years,
is this the path of light, the banishment of fears?

by Eddie

What's The Story?

Image by Killerfall

Lady Julia's note:

Periodically I'll post a photo in my YahooGroup and then pose the question, "What's the Story?" Below is one of the more recent creations submitted. Nicely done, Hypnoboth.

What story do you see in the photo?


By Hypnoboth


The men around the table were faceless in the single light from above. Only their voices identified them.

"He has resisted our strongest warriors. How can we bind him for the Inquisition?"

"By using something other than a warrior."

"You speak in riddles."

"No. There are powers other than arms."

"Stop prattling, old man. I want practical answers, not vague generalities."

"Then stop thinking with your crotch. I will have him bound by sundown."

A short silence.

"He has defeated my finest. Do not promise what you cannot deliver."

"I say it again. By sundown."

"A hundred gold pieces says you lie."

"Done."

And there was silence.

She was small and delicate, with dark hair and white skin. She moved in a way that seemed to show the supple body beneath the modest robe she wore. In defiance of convention, she was alone in the square. She sat down in the small inn and when the wife of the innkeeper came to her and asked her in a dubious voice what she wanted, ordered watered wine. Then she buried her face in her hands.

To approach an unaccompanied woman defied convention just as much as being unaccompanied. Her evident distress was too much to bear. The soldier was of good family, and happened to be alone. He spoke to her. "Pardon me, Miss, but you seem distressed."

She looked up at him doubtfully. A soldier speaking to a young woman could have only one thing on his mind. "Please, sir. Do me no harm." The innkeeper's wife hovered in the doorway uncertainly.

"You mistake me. You seem so very troubled. I mean no discourtesy."

Her face remained doubtful. "Thank you, sir, but my troubles are beyond your help."

"Are you so sure? I am a skilled warrior."

"My difficulties are not of this world."

He seated himself. "Surely there are parts of your troubles a strong arm can help."

"I think not, good sir."

"Please tell me. Perhaps I can assist."

She looked at him again. Her eyes were dark and large. "Good sir, my family was visited by a stranger. He came to my father, and my father sent for me. The stranger looked deeply into my eyes. He spoke of how weary I was. He said how good it is to relax deeply. He said how strangely heavy my eyes looked, as yours look now good sir, and how difficult it is to keep them open. He said to me, how sleepy you are, and how good it is to sleep deeply. Yes, to sleep and dream, to dream of soft and gentle things, good sir. Such gentle sleep as we have not felt since childhood, soft beds and warm fires, when your eyelids get heavy and your eyes close, yes good sir, like that, your eyes close and you dream, dream on and on........

He awoke chained to the wall of the Inquisitor's cell. She was against his chest, her eyes closed. "Thank you, good sir. Your heart is pure, and your motives are pure." She pressed her lips against his chest, and he moaned. "Please, sir, confess quickly. I should be sorry to think I caused you overmuch pain." She turned and ran away
quickly, and he moaned again.

The Inquisitor moved forward. The smell of hot iron filled the air.

Blame it on Charles Schultz

RooRoo from the FetishLore.com message board wrote:

"There are lots of theories out there that explain why we're into the things we're into. Some say we were abused as kids, or didn't get much attention, didn't have clear boundaries, or that we're simply emotionally disturbed, etc.

But I know the truth, the real underlying reason why we have these proclivities.



Peanuts.



Peppermint Patty wore birkenstocks, and was always hanging out with her "friend" Marcie. Peppermint Patty had a boyish voice and was a real tomboy. Marcie always called Peppermint Patty "Sir". It's obvious they were in a lesbian d/s relationship. Lucy? She became a domme. Linus was into adult baby play, even going so far as to carry around his blankie. We were exposed to this from a young age, and it planted a seed in our heads. So the next time you're tied down, gagged, and getting fucked by a woman with a strap-on, or straddling someone's face, cutting off their air while you get off, be sure to thank Charles Schultz."

Romancing the Lady - Gifts

Image by Le Croix

Buying gifts for a woman can be a difficult task especially when you have not been given any hints. Sometimes, I give Rook hints. Big ones - like here's a link - go here and look at this! ;) Usually, though, he selects gifts without any prompting and thus far he's done a wonderful job. A silk scarf, opera gloves, a book of poetry by Byron.. all things that "fit" me and all gifts that were inspired by something said during one of our many conversations. The reason for the silk scarf is obvious to anyone who has listened to my MP3s. The inspiration to purchase the opera gloves stemmed from a discussion about a Steve Martin movie in which he gifted a beautiful pair of black opera gloves to a salesgirl and later made love to her while she was wearing them. He knew when he bought these things that I'd love them because he pays attention to what I say and how I feel about things.

There have also been times when he's presented me with kinkier gifts. He knows I enjoy toys and he hasn't been shy about helping to build my collection. However not once has he purchased something without hearing me say that I wanted it. All this is great because he's doing these things for me - not because he is manipulating me in order to allow himself the opportunity to experience the item.

Occasionally I hear men mention the gifts they purchase for their partner's birthday, Christmas, anniversary, and so on. Sometimes I am touched by their creativity or their thoughtfulness. At others I find myself wondering how in the world they've managed to convince themselves that it's a gift for anyone other than themselves. Unless she particularly mentions a CB3000 and how much she's just dying for one, I'd think that sort of gift would usually not really be for her. The same for some sort of sexy garment that is way out of the ordinary for what she wears. Come on... in most circumstances we all know who these types of gifts are really for. Should they be surprised when they receive a less than enthusiastic response? Often these fellows are not only disappointed but they become resentful when she shows no interest at all in the gift.

If he wants that sort of thing for himself, why not just ask her to give it to him as his gift? Wouldn't she then be much more likely to consider actually using the item? Even then, I'd think this tactic would only work if she was open to the idea in the first place.

Terrific Tush Tuesday

"A man can be short and dumpy and getting bald but if he has fire, women will like him." - Mae West

I like that quote because I think it's true. It certainly is for me anyway. While I have fun posting images of young buff male behinds, I don't want to send a message that isn't accurate. Sexy is who you are, not what you look like. It's an attitude - that confidence (without arrogance - arrogance is so not sexy), that lust for life, that ability to laugh and enjoy yourself not just sexually but in every way.

Evil Cowgirl Update

For the curious... yesterday I did see the Evil Cowgirl couple I mentioned a month or so back. During their visit the kids (theirs and my niece and nephews) were having a delightfully rowdy time. As I watched them playing I casually mentioned that they were a bunch of rowdy Evil Cowgirls and Indians. K's wife laughed, looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and kicked him slightly on ankle. Later when we were alone in the kitchen for a couple of minutes I teased her about it. She laughed and said, "K said you wouldn't let today pass without mentioning that." I just laughed and let it go.

Earlier this evening the phone rang and it was K. After a bit of small talk he mentioned the Evil Cowgirl and asked if he could talk openly with me about it. I think he was afraid he'd embarrass or offend me (smiles - if he only knew how easily I talk about such things). Haltingly he began to share about how much of an impact that childhood game had made upon him and his sexuality. After a few false starts in his attempt to explain, he asked, "Do you have any idea what it means when a man says he is submissive?"

I'm exaggerate only slightly when I say that I thought I would pass out from my attempt to keep from laughing. Certainly I didn't want to do anything to make him think I was laughing at him. I replied that I had some understanding but encouraged him to tell me what it meant to him.

A deluge of words followed. Apparently he had never talked about his feelings with anyone other than his wife and he was dying to tell someone he thought might not judge him. We spoke for a very long time and I shared a little in order to assure him I did understand but mostly I let this be his time. After all, I can speak of these things pretty much whenever I wish save during those times I am with my family. As the conversation drew to an end he asked if he and his wife could call me another time or if perhaps we could get together the next time Rook was here and talk more. I agreed and we made tentative plans.

I'm looking forward to hearing more from these two. It's nice to know someone close to home that I can talk to about such things. K's wife is the first Domme that I've met in my home town. Well... the first one I've known about anyway. People here are so private that it isn't something one easily walks into a room and shares.

I won't divulge everything about our chat, but I did want to remark about one aspect of it. He asked me if I thought that our childhood games had effected me in the same way that it seems to have impacted upon him. I honestly don't think it did. I was assertive (ok, bossy) pretty much from the time I was a toddler and my increasing number of kinks are almost completely tied up in my desire for control. It's interesting to see how differently we reacted since Evil Cowgirl thoughts have followed him through puberty and on into adulthood. He's very, very turned on to bondage and not being allowed release until he has pleased his captor but has no other signifcant kinks.

This seems to be a pattern for many men that I've known - some specific interaction that effects them strongly and to which they attribute the beginning of their kinks. I can't help wondering if this is the case for most men and is it the same for most women? Certainly some psychological theories infer it is.

Was it for you?

Interview Me(me) Questions

During last week's "Interview Me(me)" fun, several asked to be interviewed. Some I think may have not seen their questions because I placed them in a "Interview Me(me) Continued" post. If you haven't yet seen your questions you may find them in comments section of either the first or second post. If my questions went places you don't wish to go, write me and let me know and I'll make changes. If you're no longer interested in responding at all, no worries :)

Update on RSS Feed

I had a request for the new URL for my blog RSS feed and thought perhaps others might need it as well.

http://www.ladyjulia.net/blog/rss.xml

This and That

I'm having a great weekend so far. My brother and his family are visiting my parents so we've been spending all our time there. I have reaffirmed my long standing belief that 45 year old women should not have small children :) My six year old compact little nephew has decided that running full force and surprise body-slamming people is extremely fun. Admittedly it was cute the first couple of times because he follows it with a bearhug and an "I love you". Combine a number of those affectionate hurdlings with a variety of other very rowdy play activities and you have one very sore Auntie. It's so much fun though that I don't mind.

Today the "evil cowgirl" couple are supposed to visit. Since this is an entirely different set of nieces and nephews, I think I'll have to teach the game to this set and see if it will later spur conversation with K and his wife. Inquiring minds want to know...

Hope your Sunday/holiday is going well.

Away Til Monday

I'm going to be away til Monday. Hope you enjoy your weekend! If you celebrate Easter, may yours be a blessed one.

TVH Asked...

TVH asked...


1. Other than your favourite cowgirl outfit, do you have an outfit that makes you feel great and "uber sexy".

I have several outfits that I really like, but one of my favorites is a simple white silk button up blouse and a short black skirt. Underneath a very lacy bra, garters, and stockings. Nothing else. Oh and black pump-style heels. I also have an outfit that looks quite a bit like this that I like a lot. The opera gloves were a romantic gift from Rook - one of those "there is no reason for this gift" gifts.


2. What is your favourite food and favourite dessert?

Chinese food (General T'sao's chicken) and raspberry chocolate cheesecake from Olive Garden (I know, I know. It's totally decadent so I have it exactly twice a year to spare my hips the extra burden ;)


3. What kind of things do you think a man should do to bring him closer to a woman and arouse her interest?

Since everyone is different I think the best thing to do is find out what makes her tick. Talk to her and really listen to what she says. It's not all the difficult because most people really like to talk about themselves (she says as she answers questions about herself). Treat her like a person, not a commodity (sounds common sensical, but you'd be surprised at how many guys approach me and it is obvious it doesn't matter to them that it's me they're approaching. They just want to be dominated and it's clear any Domme will do.)

There are other things but I'm not sure I can say they apply to "most Dommes". Except for me, I pretty much only know vanilla women. I (and the vanilla women I know) have an affinity for being romanced. Lots of little things can really mean a lot. Last night when we were talking Rook said, "Would you turn on your computer for a second and search on YouTube for ____ music video". I did and as it was playing he quietly remarked, "That says what I can't always find the words to say to you". It cost him nothing except effort but it truly touched me. Not only was he romantic, but he shared his feelings.


4. Do you believe in life on other worlds, and why?

Life? Yes. Intelligent life... probably. I think that it's pretty arrogant to think we're the only intelligent life in the universe but I do wonder why ET hasn't yet phoned us ;)


5. Have you ever done anything kinky involving chocolate?

Lots - I have this affinity for chocolate. Drizzling chocolate on particular body parts and teasingly licking it off is a favorite. I like oral sex anyway but chocolate makes it extra yummy ;)

Once in a previous relationship we were staying in a hotel room and we'd forgotten to put the "do not disturb" sign on the door. Our first mistake. Then that morning after he'd gone across the hall to get some ice for my diet soda he failed to secure the privacy bolt when he came back in. The final (and biggest mistake) was deciding to stay another night. We called down to tell the front desk to charge another night to the credit card but apparently the housekeeping service didn't receive that info and thus thought the room was empty.

We were having a grand time playing - he was tied to the bed with some silk scarves and was covered in chocolate syrup. I was straddling his legs licking chocolate syrup off his tummy working my way up to his chest when the door opened and the maid walked in. She looked at him, then me, winked, and walked back out.

We laughed for 10 minutes.

Then, we thought about what COULD have happened and we laughed even more.

Faninho Asked...

Image by Christine Griffin

Faninho asked,

1,) You are always very busy and caring about others. In between you do so much work on your blog. Do you ever have time to real rest and be for yourself ..... or even to be lazy?

Yes I do :) I require very little sleep so I have a few more hours in the day than most people and I also multi-task very well. For example, right now I am sitting with Bill being the good nurse by keeping him company and making certain he is ok. He's watching TV and I'm writing on my blog. Technically I am working and playing at the same time.

In addition to my online activities I swim, lay out by the pool, have the occasional massage, watch silly movies, read, visit with friends at the book store, and have started spending time working out more. I creatively cook (which essentially means I experiment a lot), listen to music, and garden. (By the way, my online activities are things I consider to be for myself - some of you may enjoy what I do and I like that, but I do it first for me.)

During the time we're not together I spent a couple of hours every evening talking with my fella. That's lots of fun ;) What I don't have time for now as much as I would like is visiting with him. He has a very demanding job and so do I. Thankfully things are easing up with his work so I'll be able to see him again very soon.


2.)Will, due to social changes, the a of submissive- men which seems to be in demand these days be a much more common type in the future ?

I really don't know. If we who are female dominants and those of you who are submissive males ever reach a place where we can comfortably educate people about femdom relationships then perhaps. Right now so many people see "male submissives" as weak, ineffective men who cannot succeed in life without a woman to direct them. Of course nothing could be further from the truth but until more of us are able to be open with our vanilla friends and family I'm afraid the stigma will remain.

That said, I think there are really already many more female led relationships out there than we realize. Because of societal pressures it's not talked about much, but if we watch, I think we can see signs that many more women are in control in their relationships than what people admit.


3.) Think about your body. As a man I love female bodies in general. How is it for you to be in a female body: is it a pleasure for yourself, is it a tool to succeed with men to let them do as you like?

I *love* being a woman. I love being soft, feminine and sexy. Even if I were given the option I would not be a man. This isn't because being a man isn't a good thing - I love men ;) It's just so wonderful to be a woman, wearing all the sexy clothing, not only for how it looks, but for how it feels against my skin, and smelling so wonderful from all the scents laced in shampoos, lotions, etc. It probably sounds weird, but I even enjoy things like looking down at the curve of my calf as I slip my rosy-tipped feet into an elegant or sexy pair of shoes. Brushing my hair - another delicious feeling. It's long, thick, and soft. I'm not sure if I'm making any sense or if I just sound uber superficial. The ease in which I can be open in front of anyone with my feelings and my desires is another of the perks of being a woman. Because of the constructs of society, it's much easier for me to talk about these things than it is for a man to do so.

And yes.. I enjoy knowing that all those soft, feminine, sexy things about me give me a certain power over men. I'd be lying if I said it didn't.


4.)Say - it's dark and you come home late and lone. While trying to open the frontdoor, somebody -obviously a strange man with bad sexual intentions- is close behind you. You know there is nobody else around to help you. Assumed your not in the mood for a dangerous adventure, would you consider your skills of being a domme would help you do to come to grips with this situation.

Maybe but I think anyone would be afraid, Domme, submissive, male or female. Something like this happened to me about a year and a half ago and I was terrified. In the end, though, he was in a lot of pain thanks to a quick well-placed knee to the groin. I realize I was just lucky that I was able to get in a good shot, otherwise it wouldn't have mattered that I was an assertive woman.


5.)D/s for some is just a clever technique to manage the daily life more easy in the relationship. Some people feel that sexuality especially in combination with D/s has magic qualities. Some even experience spiritual power. And it can be just fun. What do you think what is for you?

Hmm.. I don't see it as anything spiritual or magical. It's really just who I am and who he is. Certainly it is fun :) I do believe it has some relationship advantages, not because it is the best way to live for everyone, but because for those relationships where it fits, it seems that there is less of a tendency to let every day life crowd out the intimacy. I do mean less, because it still happens, but I suspect for us not as much. Being in a power exchange relationship definitely helps when it comes to discussing relationship issues, desires, and needs because it's "expected" by both parties from the onset that these sort of discussions will take place.

Still the bottom line is finding what works for the couple. For some that's vanilla, for others male Dom, and so on. No one dynamic is really better than the other for everyone.

Thank you, faninho - wonderful questions :)

*****


This post is a continuation of the Interview Me(me) series. As a refresher, here's how it works.

• Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
• I will respond by asking you five personal questions, which I will leave for you in my Comments section.
• If I don’t know you that well, the questions will probably be easy and fun.
• If I think I know you pretty well, then expect the questions to be a little more personal.
• To answer them, you must repost the questions along with your answers in your journal/blog. If you don't have a journal/blog then you may answer the questions here in my comments section.
• Then, make sure to include this explanation of how it works, and offer to interview anyone else who asks.

A few additions.

• If I've asked someone else a question that you'd like to answer, by all means please do.
• If you'd like to ask me a set of questions, feel free whether it's one question or ten.
  
• If you've answered your questions on your blog and I've yet to comment, or if you've asked your questions of me and I've yet to answer, please let me know. This sort of ballooned and I'm afraid I'll inadvertently miss someone.

I Interrupt This Blog for a Cuteness Break

I know this has nothing to do with kink or hypnosis but I don't care - it's just too cute. Thanks to gamma for sending this to add to my Feel Good Playlist. You know you're a very, very good boy, don't you? ;)

Where Are All the Good Submissive Men?

I've heard some people remark lately that there are very few "good, single, submissive men". While it's true there are a lot of misguided men out there sporting the submissive label, I've met and am friends with a number who are simply delightful - strong, sexy, honest, intelligent men who can take care of themselves, who submit because they choose to, not because they have to. They're also men who have professed difficulties in finding the right dominant woman. I wonder why these two groups have such trouble at times finding one another?

Perhaps it's a difference in what each seek? I'm not really sure what the dominant women are expecting as I'm not really close to any females. I do know that most of my submissive guy friends are not really masochists but instead are into the more mental aspects of D/s. Is this a drawback when seeking a Domme? I really don't know. For me it isn't an issue when a man isn't a masochist because I'm not a sadist. Still.. I also hear masochists bemoaning the fact that there are very few female sadists.

What are your thoughts? If you're currently in a relationship now, was it difficult for you to find "the one"? If you're not in a committed relationship now is it from lack of desire to do so or more from an inability to find the right person?

Do you agree with those who profess they're really just aren't many Dommes or "good submissive men" who are looking for a relationship?

Is it simply that fewer people are wanting to commit now than in the past?

Or, is it something else all together?

Susan's Erotica

Susan of "SuzyWearsthePants" fame has remodeled her blog. While I really enjoyed her former blogging style I find "Susan's Erotica" equally appealing. Although she (rather tongue-in-cheek I'm sure) bills her writing as being "available in cheesy, extra cheesy, caramel coated and new apple cinnamon spice", I find it to be very well written and containing no calories whatsoever (smiles, I don't have your sense of humor Susan, sorry).

If you haven't yet read her work, you might find you're missing something special. I especially enjoyed her entry from today.

Arafinwe Asked...

Arafinwe asked...


1. I contacted Tom Allen about collecting the $10,000 , but he said he didn’t know anything about it, and told me to get lost. Where do you recommend I go to be lost?

Apparently there's an island in the Pacific that might work quite well...


2. If you could have any super power, (other than the ones you have now), what would it be?

Is the ability to heal a super power? If so - that one. If not, hmm.. flying, I think.


3. If you could magically peek in on anyone you wanted to, so that they could not see you but you could see and hear them, who would you spy on?

George Bush. Not during any naked or sex times (eww). Just whenever he is in secret meetings or better yet, alone in the Oval Office. I'm trying to get a mental image of that and all I can see is him sitting there behind the desk with that blank expression of his, blinking his eyes.

No, maybe not him. That would probably be too boring. Barack Obama. I so want to know for sure he's for real. Plus I think it would be awesome to spend time with a future president before he was actually elected.

Then again, maybe I would pick George Clooney. Only it would be so difficult just to peek in on him and not want to do more ;) Decisions, decisions.


4. What is the one thing you wish you could do regarding hypnosis that you have not been able to do so far?

To be able to sleep better. Sometimes I just cannot relax. It's a lot better than it used to be though :)


5. What is your shoe size? (Sorry, just kidding. Old Monty Python habits, you know.) Seriously, ……………if you could say anything you wanted to a world leader, without fear of consequences, what would you say and to whom?

I'd suggest to George Bush that he resign now before anything worse happens.

And a six and a half, sometimes a seven ;)

Dan Asked...

1)Out of the Seven Deadly Sins, which one, if you could, would you remove as a trait of mankind in the hopes that people would become much more unified and caring towards one another?

Without question it would be greed. I think greed has caused more death and anguish than just about anything except perhaps religion.

2)You have said that over the past year or so your sexuality and desires have become more diverse... Do you foresee a limit? And if so, do you imagine that that limit will get pushed further away just as your original limits did?

There are a few things I cannot ever imagine doing under any circumstances. Other than those few things, no, I don't really see a definite limit any more. If there's one thing I've learned in the past year it's to never say never when it comes to my sexuality. There are still plenty of things I don't see myself doing right now and *probably* ever - whipping someone until there are whelps or more, humiliating someone (worthless worm sort of thing), electricity play, breath play to name a few. However, if I found myself single again and a future partner was really, really turned on by these things, they're not as far out of reach as I at one time thought they were. I do believe those things would *only* appeal under that circumstance as they hold zero appeal to me now. These activities would be vehicles to controlling their physical pleasure and also mentally. That's what would make these activities appealing.

3)FUN Time... YOU wake up tomorrow and ALL chocolate is banned in the U.S.A! What do YOU do? LOL

Move!

4)Dreams, are they significant and relevant enough that one should try to interpret their meaning and use them to help govern their life OR are they just mumble jumble your subconscious mind goes through to "blow off steam" to cope with the "everyday" schtuffies in life?

Just my thoughts? yes and yes. Sometimes ;) Some dreams are pretty easy to interpret and I think they stand the best chance of meaning something. For example, sometimes when we're anxious or afraid we'll dream about something really scary but not necessarily the thing about which we are either anxious or afraid. Dreaming helps us relieve those pent up emotions. Most of the time I think our dreams are just our way of trying to rid ourselves of the things that are floating around in our subconscious - and not even necessarily significant things.

5)Internet blog "hecklers", ignore OR respond... which is the better way to deal with those types?

I'm sure the answer is to ignore them (as many of you have told me). Initially I didn't censor them because I just didn't like the idea of censoring. I like open discourse even if it means putting up with a few jerks. Lately I've begun to delete deliberately annoying comments for the most part. Rarely now I will print their comments because I think there may be others with the same question and I want to answer (for a couple different reasons). It's easy to misunderstand things especially in this medium so I try to give them the benefit of the doubt. Second, there are so many people out there without a clue and they generally are the ones who think things similar to the questions left by hecklers. It sometimes seems an opportunity to educate.

Hope my answers are clear. It's been a draining few days so if they aren't, ask :)

From the Comments Section - The "Weak" Domme

Lately I've been simply deleting those post comments that are clearly meant to be rude. I could site a variety of reasons for doing so, but essentially they just got old. In spite of this, I do want to say that I continue to have the desire to encourage open discourse. I enjoy reading the comments of those who agree with me, but I also welcome dissenting point of views as long as they aren't patently rude. I believe this is how intelligent people interact.

Today "Dick" offered a dissenting but not really rude comment in response to my post "Home Again and Other Things". Since this is unusual for "Dick" I thought I'd respond. He remarked,

Some people feel Dommes should never show any weakness to their submissives. You obviously need a strong man. Does this need diminish your relationship? How can you be in control of him when you aren't around him or talking to him?

I thought I would post my reply here because his view about Dommes' revealing their weaknesses to their submissives seems to be shared by a number of other men.

First, let me clarify: I don't need a man. I can survive without a partner and did so for several years. Yes sometimes I lean on him for comfort or reassurance when life gets a bit overwhelming, but it's because I choose to. I can. If he wasn't there for me I wouldn't fall apart. I consider being able to share the difficult things in life a perk of being in a loving relationship. This has not ever diminished my control over him nor his respect for me. He's grounded and reasonable.

Your second question puzzles me. He's not a two year old child. He's an intelligent, mature man. Even in the strictest D/s relationships the Domme is not standing over the submissive 24/7 telling him what to do. That's where training comes in. I've trained him to know what I want in many instances and in those areas where he is unsure, he strives.

I really do not understand those of you who purport that a Domme is essentially perfect. She's a perfect size 6, is always eager to cane you, slap your face, and spill her golden nectar into your mouth no matter what is happening in her life. She never shows she's afraid or emotional. She never makes mistakes (at least if she does, she doesn't acknowledge them). When I read about such expectations I often wonder if men who allege that Dommes are this sort of "perfect" have ever had even a nodding acquaintance with a real woman, Domme or not.

Dommes are not perfect. We're people just like everyone. If I chose to I suppose I could project this fake persona of perfection when with my submissive and then find my occasional need for support from someone else, but why would I choose to do so? He's my partner. Supporting each other is what partners do.

Except, of course, in cheesy femdom fiction.

Home Again and Other Things

Image creator Olivia DeBerardini

I would have posted this image yesterday but I wanted to give Dan's tush a spot all its own ;)

Things seem calmer now with my parents so Bill and I were able to return home this afternoon. I'm going to write a bit, catch up on a couple of blogs, and then take a nap out by the pool. (The forecast for today proclaimed there would be "abundant sunshine". Who can pass on that? :) Later I'll post some more interview questions, answer some that have been asked of me, and try to respond to some of the email I've received the past few days.

On the way home I was thinking about my fella and how much I miss him. It's during busy times like these that I realize how happy I am and how appreciative I am that he is so strong. Not necessarily so that I can lean on him (although emotionally he is always there when I am upset), but because I know his surrender doesn't require me to tell him every single thing to do or even anything to do on a daily basis. He's an adult and he carries on doing what he needs to do regardless of my immediate direction. With things that pertain to us, he merely asks himself what he believes I would want and that is what he does. He's been trained well so he knows what to do in my absence and he continues to feel my control. Actually, it's all quite simple.

He's also understanding if there is nothing overtly D/s or sexual occurring between us during those times when life becomes so hectic. There's no manipulation of any sort including no attempts to make me feel guilty. He knows eventually things will come back to a more playful, sexy normalcy and he waits without complaint.

When things return to normal he knows that he'll receive a delicious reward for his understanding behavior. I am certain that right now he's wondering what will be happening in the near future. That sweet torment begins again and thanks to him we can both enjoy it.

I love you my dearest pet. You're wonderful.

Female Supremacy

Image by Sardax
Thanks to Juergen for sending it to me

Does anyone know what happened to Becky's blog? I read it a few times months ago but lost the link. I only found it again a few days ago and now it is gone.

Becky, if you have taken your blog down, I know there are many who are sad to see it go.

Interview Me(me) Continued

The response to my last "Interview Me" post was great and so much fun! I'm trying to catch up now so if you haven't yet been asked your questions, look for them in the comments section of this post. If they are not there now, check back later Wednesday evening. I'll be back home then and I'll be sure and get them done by then.

If you haven't already asked to be interviewed, don't be hesitant if it sounds like fun to you. I know there were a lot of people responding, but you don't have to feel as if you're going to overwhelm me. I can always come up with questions as long as you are patient in waiting for your turn.

As a refresher, here's what you do.

• Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
• I will respond by asking you five personal questions, which I will leave for you in my Comments section.
• If I don’t know you that well, the questions will probably be easy and fun.
• If I think I know you pretty well, then expect the questions to be a little more personal.
• To answer them, you must repost the questions along with your answers in your journal/blog. If you don't have a journal/blog then you may answer the questions here in my comments section.
• Then, make sure to include this explanation of how it works, and offer to interview anyone else who asks.

A few additions.

• If I've asked someone else a question that you'd like to answer, by all means please do.
• If you'd like to ask me a set of questions, feel free whether it's one question or ten.
  
• If you've answered your questions on your blog and I've yet to comment, or if you've asked your questions of me and I've yet to answer, please let me know. This sort of ballooned and I'm afraid I'll inadvertently miss someone.

I have added some responses in the comment section of the original post.

Terrific Tush Tuesday and a Few Other Things

My friend Dan submitted the above photo of his behind for this week's Terrific Tush Tuesday post. Thank you Dan! Very nice tush... I was most impressed ;) Dan's a really cool person for many reasons. He's sweet and very intelligent, but the thing I like the most about him is that he gives 200 percent to everything he does. I'm guessing this photo (which he took himself) took a long time and a lot of effort to get because he wanted to get it just right for me.

Bill and I are still at my parents' home. Things are quiet for now and though the internet connection is working at the moment I'm too tired to post much. It's been a really busy day. Do you ever think parents are as difficult to raise as children are? Maybe this is retribution for all that I did when I was 13... And why is it that so many non-submissive men make such horrible patients? (Laughs) I love my dad but he's one frustrating individual.

Mom and I did have some fun this evening though, because we watched the last 30 minutes or so of Dancing With the Stars. I never thought I'd ever watch a reality show but we're watching Stars this season because Billy Ray Cyrus is one of the dancers. He's from an area not too far from where we live so we're big fans. We've been watching every week and phoning in to vote for he and his partner. Sometimes I can't believe I've let my mind turn to mush like this, but it's fun so I'm not worrying about it too much.

Haven't forgotten your questions for the Interview Me(me). I'm off to take a shower now and if I'm still relatively conscious after that, I'll post some questions. If not, I will soon.

Away For A Bit

Image creator unknown.
Thanks to Dag for sharing this image with me.

My father is ill so Bill and I are at my parents' home for a yet to be determined time. He comes with me so I can take care of all of them in one spot. What a great boss he is to care about me worrying about my family.

There's only a dialup connection here and it is just not working well at all. I did want to post something positive so I thought I'd share the above painting. Isn't it awesome? Do you see a story there?

If/when I can correct the problem with dialup I will respond to the interview questions and the requests to interview more of you. (Hasn't that whole thing been fun?)