Trick or Treat?

Now the above is my idea of a great costume for a submissive man - ha, for any man as far as that goes ;) Ya'll know how much I like male behinds...


I have a sexy nurse's outfit like the one above only mine buttons up. I like buttons because when you begin to slowly undo them, it's like opening a wonderful present. When next I see my fella we'll have to celebrate Halloween complete with costumes even if it is a wee bit late. I suspect he won't mind too terribly much ;)

Costumes are great even without a holiday. My personal favs for me are the teacher, the nurse (of course), and the bossy female boss with her hair all pinned up. Cliche I know but I think they're a cliche for a reason - they're sexy as heck! For my fella I like the houseboy (naked except for a chef's apron - I know, that surprises you) and the knight (he fences so he even has a sword!).

What costume(s) would you choose for yourself and for your partner?

Terrific Tush Tuesday for the Fellas

You didn't think I'd forget you, did you? ;)

Houseboy Anyone? Terrific Tush Tuesday

Ok ladies, I know I posted this video in the past but I think they remade it into a much longer and more interesting piece ;) I only remember about the first 30 seconds.

This is the sort of houseboy every woman needs!

If you go to CleaningHunk.com website you can choose your own hunk, what music he'll be cleaning to, what clothes he'll wear (and not wear), and what room he'll clean.

Ask Lady Julia

As I mentioned last week, I am updating my web site. Should you have any suggestions or note any errors, please share that information with me. I'm certain there are typos galore and I suspect no matter how much I've tried not to, I've probably left some dead links, etc.

One of the things I've added is a polls/surveys page. I enjoy hearing people's opinions and responding to their questions. Some feel comfortable speaking up here, but many prefer some degree of anonymity. Remarks left on my polls/survey page are anonymous. Currently there are three surveys open for your comments. One of the surveys features the opportunity to ask me questions. I'll pull them out and respond either here or on my website.

The most recent question posed was

"Many people know what your favorite color is, but what is your second favorite color?"

Red of course is my favorite color for almost anything and my second favorite color would either be a sort of forest green or a darker blue. These last two wouldn't be my favorite color for clothing though - just for things. I think I'd have to stick with black and red as my two favorite colors to wear.

Sometimes it's difficult to choose.. red.. black.. or both...



This one's velvet...

Beautiful Breasts

Now that I've caught your attention with the title and the beautiful photo, I wanted to let you know that October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Please don't glance at that first sentence and think, "I'm skipping this". The numbers regarding breast cancer, while decreasing over the last several years, continue to be very disturbing. If you're a woman or love a woman then please take note.

According to the CDC, in 2004 (the most recent year numbers are available)

• 186,772 women and 1,815 men were diagnosed with breast cancer
• 40,954 women and 362 men died from breast cancer
• breast cancer is the second leading cancer cause of death in women, surpassed only by lung/bronchus cancer

In spite of these sobering numbers, a recent ABC poll indicates

• only four in 10 women say they've ever given themselves a self-exam
  
• fewer -- 27 percent -- report having done a self-exam in the past month, as is suggested starting at age 20.
  
• Even among women over 40 with a family history of the disease -- two key risk factors -- just 38 percent do monthly self-exams.

Early detection is the key to surviving breast cancer. For information on monthly breast self-exams, mammograms, and more, please visit American Cancer Society's site. You could just possibly save your life or the life of someone you love.

You have to know I'm passionate about this - how many times do you hear a Domme say please three times in such a short amount of time? ;)

I have one little tip that helps me be motivated and to remember to do my exams. (Ok, a patient with cancer and a father with cancer motivates me, but being all stressed out usually means I need something to jog my memory.) I've set up a once-a-month reminder on my windows calendar to do my breast self-exams. The reminder says "190,000 women died of breast cancer in one year. Don't let yourself be a statistic - do your breast exam today".

Bondage, Sex Photos, Perversion and More

I am a kinky person. I admit it. I don't flaunt it, but I don't hide in a corner when the subject is mentioned. This apparently unnerves some people, especially the Stepfords.

Last night we were invited to Graham's for a "games night" party. During these sort of parties quite a few of Bill's friends and their wives get together to play some sort of trivia game or cards. It's often just an excuse to sit around and talk with one another. Last night was no exception.

The cards were barely dealt when the snottiest of the Stepfords remarked, "Did you hear they sentenced that perverted artist to 30 years in prison?"

Dead silence. After our last party I suppose I should have expected nothing less.

Following what I assumed was my cue, I queried, "What exactly did this "perverted" artist do to deserve a 30 year prison sentence?"

"Well," she responded in a voice that was almost gleeful, "he's 60 and his girlfriend model was 19. The pervert was convicted of contributing to her death."

"Something perverted he did contributed to her death?" I asked, fully aware that no one else was about to say a word.

"Well I don't know. He gave her morphine and valium and that killed her. But when they searched his studio and his house they found all kinds of sex photos of her doing God knows what. There are all kinds of bondage photos." Obvious emphasis on the word 'bondage'. "He deserves to go to prison. The things he did contributed to her death and he tried to cover up his perverted activities with her."

"I can't speak to whether or not he was guilty of contributing to her death or if he got the sentence he deserved, but I have to ask what exactly was perverted about the photos he took?"

Once again a snotty reply. "I told you - sex photos and bondage photos. No telling what he was hiding. You never know what anyone is hiding." Nothing pointed about that remark, eh?

Before I could really stop myself, not that I wanted to, I replied as sweetly as possible, "Sex and bondage. Well you can't really blame him for hiding that. After all, not everyone has accepting friends like we all have here. I imagine he felt he couldn't share with people that he was a little kinky. Many people can't because they're often surrounded by puritanical, judgmental, I-can't-remember-the-last-time-I-had-sex people." Nothing like a 'if the shoe fits' remark to bring the conversation to a screeching halt.

Yes I know. Less than tactful but a lot more polite than I wanted to be. For quite some time now the Stepfords have given me grief because I'm Bill's nurse and therefore "the help". They've frozen me out during conversations at parties and frequently attempted to make me feel less of a person than them because I don't have the sort of money they do and because I actually work for a living. Ordinarily I would never put up with attitudes like this but Bill's my boss and these are the wives of his closest friends. Out of respect for him I've tried taking the tactfully assertive course - a course that has had almost no success. Tonight I suppose I'd had enough.

On the way home Bill laughed and said, "Well bossy little woman, you certainly sent your message loud and clear tonight."

Before last night he really didn't get much of a glimpse of their behavior. Since at parties they tend to separate - men in one area, women in another (how archaic is that?) - he's usually not around when the comments start. The few times he was aware I always persuaded him not to say anything. I didn't want him to lose friends over the ignorance of their wives. I usually just let their comments roll off my back.

Now that the situation is clear to him he's decided to take a stand. No more parties with the Stepfords. He will simply hang out with the guys and if that doesn't work, he says he will make the choice to let go of their friendships. I respect that he is willing and eager to take a stand for me. I don't need him to, but it's nice to know he wants to.

Isn't it sad that people can be so petty and narrow minded?

I Thought Maybe...

I thought maybe, just maybe some of you would be interested to know that Tia Carrere will be on Nip/Tuck this Tuesday. (Yes that's her - she looks soooo much like me, doesn't she? ;) She will be playing Dominatrix "Mistress Dark Pain".

Nip/Tuck airs on the FX network. Sorry, I'm not sure of the time.

Have to run now that I've done my part in making some of you smile. We're off to a "game night" party at Graham's and some of the Stepfords will be there. Can't wait ;)

Femdom and Hypnodomme / Fact and Fiction

I'm sort of emerging from my self-imposed exile from online activities. My email inbox is looking much more manageable, I've been participating a little in my favorite Yahoo group (The Circle of Dreams), and I've been redesigning/updating my website. Even though things haven't really changed regarding my life circumstances, I seem to have found more time and energy simply by not exhausting my emotional resources by agonizing about things and trying to fix the unfixable. I'm happier than I've been in a long time even though I am still smack dab in the middle of the most difficult and busy time of my life. (Smack dab - bet that's not a term used all over the world ;)

With regard to updating my website, I wanted to mention that I am spending some time now focusing on building the short story fiction area. Since several of you have a wonderful ability to write erotic Femdom / Hypnodomme fiction I thought that I would ask a favor. If you have any short story pieces lying around, how about dusting them off and sending them to me? You'd most certainly please me by doing so :) (And for those of you that don't have your buttons pushed by the thought of pleasing a Domme, I'll just say I'd like it a lot and it would definitely make me smile. It always feels good to make someone smile, doesn't it? :)

The fact section will be expanding as well. Frequently I read pieces on other blogs that I think are very well written and informative, especially for those who are new to dominance and submission, loving female authority, whatever you want to call it. I will be looking around for more pieces to add so don't be surprised if I ask to use some of your work. Not everything fits with my vision for the site but I'm sure quite a few things will.

The Mesmerizing Women of the Web site could use a little sprucing up as could the links section on my personal site. If you have any links that you believe I might wish to add please send them my way. They don't have to be femdom or hypnodomme in nature, they could be anything to do with sexuality. I suppose I could just copy Tom's fav site list and be far ahead of the game ;) Still I know there are a few sites out there not listed by the Earl and so many of you have your own special favorites. Hmm.. that in itself is probably a good repeat blog post idea . "Lesser known sexy sites and why I like them" or something like that.

Much more to say but it's time to be served lunch. To some Dommes that's an every day thing but this is a treat for me since usually it's only Bill and me here and Bill is my boss. He decided to cook today and when I casually mentioned that he should serve me as well he laughingly agreed. I just saw him pass through on his way to the dining room, freshly cut flowers in hand. It would appear he's made a trip to the nearby minimart to get something he thought would make the table look nice for me. Ah.. the little pleasures. We have to look for them and appreciate them whenever we can, don't we? :)

Thought you might find this cute :)





And a truly Evil Cowgirl for tomorrow's Terrific Tush Tuesday. Especially for you fellas ;)

Simple But Sexy

Yesterday I promised my friend Will that I would share some more Evil Cowgirl moments. I can't say any of these are especially mischievous or sexually playful, or even very imaginative. But, they are pretty fun :) I like sharing things like this because I think some women have the idea things have to be complicated and wild in order for their partner to feel dominated.

Because it's not sweet to kiss and tell without permission, I won't regale you with stories specific to anyone, just some general memories or possibilities.

Sometimes the fun comes for simple things as long as they're not so simple to the person experiencing them. For example, let's say a man finds it a very big but very secret sexual turn-on to wear women's lingerie. He enjoys doing this at home, but he's never worn it anywhere else. Perhaps I'd just casually mention how much I'd enjoy the idea of him wearing a nice pair of panties to work today. No one would know, just he and I. Often throughout the day he'd feel the brush of that soft fabric and think how wonderful it feels to be controlled just for a little while. Perhaps that would be all that would be needed to really excite. Better yet.. perhaps what would nudge those feelings of arousal right over the edge would be reading this paragraph knowing that I am telling everyone his secret without telling anyone who he is. Public exposure but just a tinge. Just the right amount to make a powerful impression.

Or maybe I might assign another somewhat reserved man to visit a nearby bookstore to complete an assignment. Before he leaves he's to don a cock collar to remind him that his actions and his desire are being controlled by me. From the outset he's torn and excited by being forced to choose just the right underwear. Boxers may hide an erection better, but they leave wide open the risk of the cock collar dropping out onto the floor should it slip off. Bikini brief underwear will make certain he doesn't lose his cock collar at the wrong moment but it will do nothing to hide the fact that he is extraordinarily turned on throughout the completion of his task. Decisions, decisions. Once he's decided and has walked through the mall trying desperately to hide his arousal, he walks into the bookstore where he is to seek out a salesperson and ask to see the S&M section. Perhaps the only salesperson available would be a woman a number of years his senior who would blush even more than he does upon hearing his request ;) Or.. perhaps I might assign him to wear his cock collar while spending a macho evening playing poker with his friends. Imagine how he'd wonder the whole evening what his friends would think and say if they knew what he was wearing.

Then there's always text messages and voicemail. I might briefly describe my office fantasy scenario on voicemail and throughout the description make apparent by the quickness of my breathing, the tone of my voice, and a physical description that I was touching myself. Of course I would make certain to leave the message when he would be sure to retrieve it while in his office.

Text messages are fun for teasing someone who knows you very well. Receiving a message that says "I'm using my toothbrush, thinking of you" probably would do absolutely nothing for most people, but for someone who knows that I have a special electric toothbrush that gives the most intense orgasms when placed very gently against the clit, well that message says a lot, doesn't it? Or bossy text messages are great to direct someone to a specific task like "clean your kitchen". No fun? Maybe not, but imagine knowing you must immediately stop whatever you are doing, take off your clothes and don only a chef's apron, then clean your kitchen while a very erotic, personalized recording plays in the background.

So much fun, so little time ;)

I was thinking yesterday that I don't write nearly enough here about hypnosis. It's not that I'm not interested in it or that it doesn't often happen. I'm not sure why I don't but I have decided to make a conscious effort to share more about it here. I'm reprinting the story below from a post that I made in the Yahoo Group my friends run, The Circle of Dreams.

In response to the question "What is that last thing you fantasized about?", a member responded, "Being suddenly and unexpectedly deeply hypnotised by a Hypnotic Domme online, (or was it by e-mail), then being erotically, sexually, sensually teased, psychologically played with for a long, long time."

I love doing things like this, although I prefer to do it over the phone (I receive more of what *I* need when I do it over the phone. I love to hear the reactions, hear the change in his breathing or in the tone of his voice.)

The other night I was talking with a friend on the phone. I had every intention at the beginning of the call of hypnotizing him before the conversation ended. I knew being taken by surprise was something that really appealed so I tricked him just a wee bit ;)

To distract him from my real intention, I suggested we create a mutual fantasy. One of us would begin describing a scenario and then after a few sentences would pause and allow the other to take over. Back and forth, back and forth as the story unfolded.

I began by describing walking into a neighborhood Cheers-ish sort of place and seeing him sitting on a stool at the bar. He responded by describing turning, catching my eye and smiling as I sat down next to him.

After this we went back and forth a bit until I knew he was ready. I kept lowering my voice a little each time I spoke so he would have to focus more and more on what I was saying. During our general chat before we began I started mirroring his rate of speech. Because we were pretty much synchronized at the point where the story began to unfold I slowed my pace and he instinctively followed. I'm chuckling now at how little effort was required to take him...

At just the right moment I began to describe myself sitting next to him. Leaning in, touching his arm. He finding himself fascinated by what I was saying. Remarking upon how relaxing it was to sit in that place and chat with me at the end of his day, how tired he must have been and how much better he would feel if he closed his eyes for just a moment.

I knew I had him when his input on the fantasy began to diminish to one or two words ;)

The Stepford Wives and the Evil Cowgirl

(A quick bit of background. Since I told my fella about the Evil Cowgirl he has developed a habit of saying "that's the Evil Cowgirl laugh" or "that's the Evil Cowgirl in you" whenever I do something sexually playful or mischievous. It's sort of his way of identifying that little wild and rebellious streak in me and giving it a name.)

Last Sunday we had a deck party and invited a couple of Bill's friends and their "Stepford Wife" wives. (A little more history - these women have always treat me like "the help" and have frequently said and done things to try and put me in my "place". I've avoided doing or saying anything too dramatic to them because Bill is my boss and these are his friends' wives.) We also invited a few friends that Bill and I have made since I have been living here and taking care of him. The Stepford Wives and their husbands are fairly wealthy, very prim and proper. Our mutual friends are middle income and really laid back. Quite the interesting mix I assure you.

Before everyone arrived I remembered the "dress for success" motto and donned a fairly low-cut cream colored blouse, short black skirt, and sexy undergarments that included silky red panties. That particular outfit always makes me feel sexy. I also pinned a bow of thin red ribbon bow to my blouse right in that valley between my breasts - a spot where I knew it would surely garner attention from someone.

Next I created a list and stuck it to the refrigerator with a magnet. My list said:

Duct tape
Clothespins
Cling Wrap
Rope

At the very top of the list I wrote the word "hogtie". I made sure to place the magnet where it would cover the word "hogtie" but if someone were extrememly nosy they would notice a word written there without quite being able to read it.

Soon they arrived and we were standing in the kitchen making certain that everyone had something to drink. One of the Stepford Wives noticed my ribbon (which admittedly did not coordinate well with my blouse) and commented in the snotty tone of voice, "That's a very... unusual... ribbon on your blouse. It doesn't appear to belong with your outfit. Is there some significance to it?"

Alright.. I admit I planned for that moment but I didn't really intend to go through with it. It just made me feel good to plan it out in my mind. Whenever I heard that snotty voice the Evil Cowgirl in me kicked into gear.

"Oh this? I pinned it there so I can remember later to add it to a package I'm sending to my boyfriend," I explained, my voice dripping with sweetness.

"That's an odd thing to send someone." If possible she was snottier still.

"Well," I explained, "It's for a reminder. You know.. like someone tying a string around their finger so they can remember something. I'm sending it to him to remind him that he belongs to me."

"Isn't that an awfully big ribbon for someone to tie around their finger?" she queried.

With a slow smile I remarked, "Well I never said it was going around his finger," then turned and walked out of the kitchen leaving everyone but her roaring with laughter.

Red ribbon - 49 cents
Cream color blouse - $40
The look on her face - priceless

Later on my friend Mary informed me that Stepfords had caught sight of my list on the refrigerator. One had motioned the other over with a "subtle" gesture and nodded towards the list. They stood there a moment and then apparently one of them shrugged her shoulder just enough to hit the magnet in what must have been an effort to move it enough to see the top word.

I can't tell you how hard I laughed. Nosy women. Hmmph. ;)

While all this was going on I was standing out on the deck talking to the fellows. Soon Bill went in the kitchen to get something for me and I stayed there keeping our gentlemen guests company.

While he was in the kitchen Stepford #1 remarked to Bill, "Oh Bill - you better be careful - you're girl is out on the deck with all the men." (By "girl" she didn't mean girlfriend. It was obvious she once again was relegating me to the position of "the help").

Mary tells me Bill sort of snorted and laughed at the same time while deliberately misconstruing her meaning. "My girl nothing! She's got some young buck down in (city where my boyfriend lives). I couldn't ever keep up with her - she has far too many men falling all over her as it is."

With that he left for the deck with #1 and #2 right on his heels. I'm wondering if they were worried I was going to seduce their husbands right then and there? (Laughing)

The next day their husbands called separately to speak with Bill. Each was trying to determine how serious I had been about all those things and "just how wild is she?" It would seem their wives and the other females in that circle were all dying to know. The men of course weren't the slightest bit curious themselves - no, not one bit (wink).

Bill, dear that he is, merely laughed and told them they were welcome to ask me because he wasn't about to discuss my sexuality with anyone. They sighed as neither apparently thought their wives would approve of them talking directly to me about this. (Picture me now with a sweet innocent puzzled smile. Can't imagine why they would feel that way.) The best part of it all is knowing they can't figure out if I was serious or not. Something about leaving them all confused with their nosy minds wondering really makes me smile.

Marijuana, Hangover, Tom Cruise, and Love

The US is among the top three countries who surf the internet for each of the words marijuana, hangover, Tom Cruise, and love. I shudder to think what this reveals about us as a country.

Visit this site to learn more about who Googles what.

Enjoy :)

(Having a busy but GREAT weekend :) Will post details soon.)

I know this has nothing to do with kink, hypnosis, or D/s but I don't care - this was too adorable not to share. (Thank you Robert for leaving this on my more private blog friends blog! I cried more than Amanda when I was watching.)

All Those Little "Whys" In Life

I'm sure most of us spend at least a little time reflecting on the "whys" in life. Why do I like chocolate so much? Why do I cry when total strangers express their happiness and excitement over winning at a game show? Why am I dominant?

As for the first two riveting questions - well, it really isn't important. It just is what it is ;) The answer to the remaining question does hold a lot more interest for me.

Like most I have spent quite a bit more time wondering how I ended up being dominant, not just in my general interactions with people (I am very much a leader and I think I possess a very persuasive manner) but also how I ended up being sexually dominant. Specifically how did I come to find dominating a man sexually to be such a strong turn-on? Logically I'm sure there were a lot of contributing factors, those I can identify and those that I can't, but I think perhaps I have pinpointed the beginning.

Not too long ago I was talking with someone and we were discussing our memories of the first time we each had masturbated. Even though that was a long time ago, as we spoke I began to vividly remember that day. My brothers, like many boys their age, had their own little stash of porn magazines. Even though I knew this, for the longest time I had no interest in such things especially as I thought they were all just a collection of naked women photos. Then came the day I heard them speak of "the stories".

Now that little collection of pulp had my attention. Pictures of naked women did nothing for me but for as long as I could remember I had been able to immerse myself in stories and experience them vividly in my mind. At this point in my life I had heard enough about sex to know that this definitely sounded like the perfect sort of stories for me to read and "experience" ;)

Driven by curiosity and the urge to do something a little daring, I sneaked into their room and took a peak at the first piece of fine literature I found stashed in the back of their closet. Penthouse? Hmm.. this wonderful source of reference offered a section where reader's shared stories of their "real life" sexcapades. Settling in I began to immerse myself in the tale of a young man's education at the hands of his therapist.

It would seem "Bob" was a young man who had little experience with one of life's greatest physical pleasures. Shy and embarrassed, he confessed to his 6' tall, blonde Amazon of a therapist of his need to be taken in hand and thoroughly educated. Well.. what else could an incredibly sexy and slightly older woman do but show him the way? After having him disrobe, she sat her pantiless self on the edge of her desk, pulled him to her, wrapped her legs around him and led him to that most perfect of places. Bob of course was elated with the situation and even more excited to find that the therapist wanted more.

Before Bob could object she led him to the back of her desk and pushed him underneath. His education wasn't complete until he knew how to sate her desires both orally and digitally. She held his head, not allowing him to stop even when the secretary walked in, dropped paperwork on her desk, and paused to ask a question. He wasn't allowed to stop even while she took a quick call from her boss. How could she hide this so well while they were in the office yet be so expressively appreciative when they were alone? What if they were caught? After bringing her to climax a number of times, the therapist assured him he was more than proficient and informed him the session was over.

Later that evening that story returned to my mind and I found myself getting lost in it, happily enjoying not only my first experience in the art of self-pleasure and but also my first exposure to what I now realize was sexual dominance.

Until we discussed our "firsts" I hadn't really consciously remembered those details. I'm still not sure if something dominant inside me led me to get lost in that story or if something in that story started me on the path of sexual dominance. I tend to think it was a little of both. Either way I'm glad I'm here ;)

One of my favorite music videos. What are some of yours?

Terrific Tush Tuesday

Mmm... I have missed Terrific Tush Tuesday! I know this one only offers a hint of a beautiful tush but often that hint... that bit of a tease.. is every bit as delicious as the final offering ;)




And for all you fellows... doesn't this spark a few fantasies? ;)

Thanks to everyone who has posted in response to my cry for help :) I'm getting reorganized and then hopefully I can begin writing some pieces that actually say something. (I haven't forgotten that many of you were kind and offer suggestions for questions in my "Ask Lady Julia" post. I'll get to those and also to responding to the comments left recently.)

I've really missed this and all of you. Thanks for being so supportive on my return. I have resisted the urge to post yet another "I'm sorry I haven't posted because I've been so because I've been so overwhelmed" post. I hear those are lame (wink) and in retrospect I wish I hadn't done so many of those. After all, who needs morbid? Instead I'll just post fun simple things to keep myself entertained til I catch up with everything.

Help!

This photo has nothing to do with my entry but I wanted to make sure I got Suzy's attention if she is still out there reading! ;) Suzy if you are still blogging I would love to have the URL of your blog (presuming it is for public or semi-public reading).

I have lost the links to all of the blogs I read in the past so I was wondering if the owners of the blogs I used to read would leave their URLs here for me. Smiles - that's assuming I still have any readers! I know when you don't post for awhile, readership drops off to almost nothing.

Living With Secrets

Living with secrets isn't always easy, especially when only a handful of people are in the dark.

My friends and boss all know that I'm a Domme. Most of them were initially surprised when they acquired this little tidbit of information but after discussing the difference between the TV/movie Dominatrix and my style of dominance they all said they could and should have seen it. I only keep my secret from my very loving but very religious and very conservative family. Sometimes I feel guilty that I am not open with them about this but most of the time I am practical enough to realize that I don't want to know about their sex lives and it is highly doubtful they want to know about mine.

Since I am so open with most people about my Dommeliness it is sometimes easy to forget to use caution when in front of my family. I can remember not to bring out the chains or the paddle. I do very well with that ;) It's when I open my mouth and that natural flirt oozes out that I sometimes get into trouble.

Thursday afternoon I was visiting with my 70 year old mother and performing some of the tasks she needed completed. "Can you please call the phone company and find out about this special offer they mailed me about? You do these things so much better than I". (No secret where I get my ability to persuade people to do the things I wish for them to do.)

I called and spoke with the representative for a few minutes and as the conversation continued, I remarked that I was always pleasantly surprised at how nice their customer service people are. I've never called this company and spoken with a grouchy or unhelpful person.

He laughed and replied with a slow Southern drawl, "You're the second person today to say something like that. A lady earlier asked how it was our company managed to have all their representatives behave in such a friendly and professional manner. I replied that they beat us. Like horses. You know how Arabian horses prance? Well they do that because their trainers whip them when training them."

Without even thinking about my mother sitting across the room listening to my end of the conversation, I laughed and remarked, "Well some people actually like being whipped." The tone of my voice and the manner of my laugh left no doubt about what I was referring.

Mom glanced over at me, her eyes wide. She cleared her throat, busied herself with whatever she was doing, and pretended to not hear the remainder of the conversation.

After hearing my remarks the company representative paused for a few seconds and then replied with a nervous laugh, "Well every company offers their perks."

"Well at least yours offers a very interesting perk", I teased.

"Oh yes Ma'am", he replied in that sort of eager voice submissive men use when the carrot of dominance is dangled before them.

By this time I was really laughing and enjoying teasing with him, but I was also a bit red in the face. I'd taken a simple task for my mom and without hesitation had turned it into an opportunity to flirt and tease someone about their interest in kink. We laughed and flirted a bit more and then I finished obtaining the information I needed. Thankfully when I put the phone down she didn't mention the conversation. As open as I am, that's not a conversation I really want to have with her.

I'm occasionally surprised at how effortlessly that teasing total strangers sort of thing happens to me. In most instances I am glad - it's fun. Still, I can see I really need to be a bit careful with it. My dad phoned tonight to tell me that the phone company guy had called looking for me, professing he had more information regarding my inquiry.

As I hung up, I could hear Mom laughing in the background. Maybe she was laughing at a TV show or something she was reading. I can only hope. The truth is, I imagine my secret is even less a secret than it was before ;)