Surrender Four - Pure Pleasure

Image by Paulo Delgado (Creative Commons)

It would seem my secret is out. Yes, I'm working on the next in the Surrender series. "Surrender Four - Pure Pleasure" is designed to increase the pleasure, both emotional and physical, that you feel when doing even simple tasks for your lover, your Master/Mistress, or perhaps for a very special and trusted dominant friend ;)

Imagine how wonderful it would be to feel a little twinge of physical excitement whenever you take out the trash or wash the dishes ;)

Since this femdom hypnosis MP3 is a continuation of the Surrender Series, it will draw upon the trigger given in the first Surrender session. If you haven't listened to that MP3 or if it's been awhile, you might want to listen to it a few times over the next couple weeks. Definitely you'll want to listen to it once a day for 3-4 days prior to listening to the new session.

I'm planning on releasing this sometime in the next two weeks, barring family or personal emergency. I'll keep you updated here.

Updated - Christmas 2007 Short Story Contest

Announcing my Christmas 2007 Short Story Contest

Interested in winning a free personalized erotic hypnosis MP3? Now's your chance :)

Submit your short story entry to my Christmas 2007 Short Story Contest and you will be registered for a chance to win. Each story submitted will register you for 1 chance. Enter 10 stories - then you'll have 10 chances.

Stories must be femdom related and may or may not include hypnotic content. By submitting a story you are verifying that the work is your own creation and that the story may be published on my website, blog, and/or the Femdom Fantasies website if I choose. Additionally you are giving permission for me to record your story if I choose with the recording to be included on a cd of erotic, hypnotic femdom short stories.

Winner will be chosen by drawing. Deadline to enter - December 23, 2007.

Submit entries to ladyjulia at gmail dot com.

The winner's name and story will be posted on my website the week of December 25th.

FAQ's:

1. Should we label our e-mail entries "short story competition?" - Yes, that would be very helpful.

2. Also is there a word limit? - The only limit is a request to sincerely attempt to tell a story. However long it takes you to tell it is however long it takes.

3. Does it have to be American spelling? - English yes, American spelling no.

4. Is the winning story going to be put up on your blog? - Yes, I will post the winning entry on my blog or somewhere on my website. If I post it elsewhere, I'll link to it from an entry on my blog.

Dear Mistress

for Thee I have become a conditioned response
submission an equation for eroticism
orgasm denied making every cell scream with passion

touch my mind with Your control
remove my consciousness with Your breath
that knows how to whisper in my soul

Your dream for me is a Tantric dream
taking me to sexual infinity, no time, no thought,
just ecstasy without release or hope

I pleasure You as You desire
and my surrender to Your compulsion
grows to extreme intensity while I succumb completely

Your thoughts are my thoughts, Your pleasure
is my desire, Your needs are my purpose to fulfil
as I disappear into the dimensions of Your will

(c) 2007 Palimpsest Harlequin

Terrific Tush Tuesday Part Deux

Not a clue what he is doing in the tree nor do I care - he's gorgeous.

"When a woman wants a man and lusts after him, the lover need not bother to conjure up opportunities, for she will find more in an hour than we men could think of in a century." - author unknown

Terrific Tush Tuesday

All really great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction. - Marya Mannes (1904-1990) American Journalist, Writer

My Dream House

Nigel recently asked, "What is your dream home?" I adore questions like this, Nigel :) They always take me away to lovely places.

From the time I was 8 or 9 years old when we drove to visit my grandmother, we would pass by "my castle". There was much mystery surrounding this abode. Rumor had it that the owner brought the stones over from England just to build a castle for his new bride. I often imagined what it would be like to the young Lady bride, riding up the drive in a carriage pulled by a beautiful thoroughbred and eventually resting my head on the pillow in my turreted bedroom.

For a few months in my early 30s, I lived less than 5 miles from my castle. Even then my heart would jump a little as I drove past on my way to work. I could imagine my library filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves and a ballroom in which I danced both gracefully and seductively ;)

Today I can also imagine the basement. A nice, big open area with plenty of space to house a dungeon. Not a dungeon of torture because that isn't my thing. A sensual, erotic dungeon where I could capture and torment in the most delectable of ways ...


Each of my castle's turrets houses complete guest quarters including bedroom, sitting room, and bath.


Since it was built in modern times, there is a lovely in-ground pool. Can you imagine the pool parties I would have there? ;)


The great hall. Into which of my rooms will I take him? Down to the dungeon or up to one of the bedrooms with their canopied beds and soft, thick mattresses? Perhaps to the hottub room where I might sink down and allow him to pamper me.. Mmm.. I may never let him leave.

Monday Music Madness

I have really come to appreciate Mat Kearney's music. "Won't Back Down" is really special to me because it reminds me to stand firm no matter what - I can handle whatever because I'm a strong woman.

"Won't Back Down"

You woke the morning up
Running off the darkest night
The longest light I've seen

Here goes a chance I know
Cashing in on all my chips
Let all my ships come fly

These days, a little bit longer than the last
And all of your ways, a little bit stronger than the past
And your light, found my bottle in the night
Kept me in this fight, gave me second life

And I won't back down
I won't turn around and around
And I won't back down
Doesn't matter what comes crashing down
I'm still gonna stand my solid ground

You found me once and for all
I laid it down in the sinking ground
The hopeless undertow

Singing out the gentle sound
Rattling through my smoking screens
My broken dreams last night

Hallelujah ripped through my veins
I heard the hammer drop
My blood in the rain
Hallelujah came like a train
When all is lost
All is left to gain

Hallelujah



Kylie Minogue's "Spinning Around"

Clearin' this house out of joy
that I borrowed
From back in the day
Threw away my old clothes
Got myself a better wardrobe
I got something to say
I'm through with the past
Ain't no point in looking back
The future will be
And did I forget to mention that
I found a new direction
And it leads back to me

I'm spinning around
Move out of my way
I know you're feelin' me 'cuz you like
it like this
I'm breakin' it down
I'm not the same
I know you're feelin' me 'cuz you like it
Mistakes that I made givin' me
the strength
To really believe
And no matter how I take it
There's no way i'm gonna fake it
'cuz it's gotta be real
I've got nothin' left to hide
No reason left to fight
'Cuz the truth's given me a new
freedom inside
Gettin' rid of my desire
Do you like what you see?

I'm spinning around
Move out of my way
I know you're feelin' me 'cuz you like
it like this
I'm breakin' it down
I'm not the same
I know you're feelin' me 'cuz you like
it like this

Ooh-oh baby, baby, baby
You know you like it like this
Ooh-oh baby, baby, baby
You know you like it like this
Ooh-oh baby, baby, baby

Ten Sensual and Kinky Things

A while back I asked for suggestions of things to blog about. Susan, the Goddess of Fauxdomme, posed the following question:

Aliens have finally taken over earth and limited us to 10 things to have fun with in the boudoir. You can never change the items, only the batteries:) They can be items around the house or purchased at the erotic boutique. What’s on your list?

Including the eight fellas above, I'd add massage oils and this:

The strands on this flogger are suede

So many bottoms, so little time ;)

Alright, I admit that I don't really want eight men, but it was fun for a few minutes to think of the things I would do to each or have each do. The guy with the goatee in the front... I'm thinking he would look great in a chef's apron, nothing else, and carrying a silver tray with chocolate covered strawberries. I'd call him Antonio. He'd be the first to...

Ok ok, back to reality!

Last night when I was talking to my fella, I asked him Suzy's question and took note of his list. I thought it interesting that several things on his list were things he could use to gently tease and arouse me. It would seem he was in a bit of an alpha mood last night ;) Every now and then it's ok with me if he wants to take a bit of control. I'm not threatened by it because I know it doesn't diminish my control over him. Since during those occasional times we keep it all sensual and there's nothing S&m involved, it's pretty exciting for me.

Among the things on Rook's list:

Cock collar with velcro closure

Silken ropes
Scented oils
Blindfold
Nipple Clamps
Piece of fur
Soft cat of nine tails
Mirror
Feathers
Cock collar
He declined to answer the last one on the grounds he might incriminate himself, but I know what it is ;)


My list was really difficult for me to make. There are so many things I enjoy! I finally narrowed it down to ten but I cheated a bit by listing cuffs and chains as one item :)

Penis whip - great for tease and denial or light taps

Silk scarves
Chocolate Syrup
Nipple clamps
Penis whip
Cock collar with leash
Hot wax
Blindfold
His collar
Box filled with various chains and cuffs
Electric toothbrush (induces wonderful orgasms when placed lightly against the clit)

Red silk scarf, perfect for tying wrists and legs to chairs ;)

Thanks for the fun question Suzy :) Maybe others will create their lists and we can compare ideas. I may revise my list later as I continue to consider all the possibilities.

Some Never Learn

I've been visiting with my nieces and nephews this holiday weekend. What a blast! They are so smart and so cute most of the time. Like all kids they'll occasionally fight and someone will have to intervene to explain why they cannot say and do certain things. Overall they're doing really well at learning the basics of interacting with others. Most kids do.

As I was sitting here thinking about them this morning, it occurred to me that there are a few of these basics that some never learn.

1. Putting an innocent look on your face before you say something doesn't fool anyone.

• "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings by saying those things about him. He's just being sensitive. Either that or what I said about him must be true."
• "No, I'm not punching her in the stomach because I read what she wrote about me in her diary. I didn't even know she had a diary."
• "I didn't mean anything when I asked why that lady has a big butt. I was just pondering the concepts of big butts in general and meant nothing against her big butt."

2. Offering the basics of respect to everyone even if they aren't your mommy is common courtesy.

3. Pretending you don't want to be in the club when you haven't been asked to be in the club really fools no one. If you were nicer then people might ask you.

4. Saying "that can't be right! That's not how we do it at my house! My mommy does it differently!" eventually leaves you standing alone on the playground. Everyone's mommy does things a little differently.

5. If you make your version of the game too complicated you strangle all the fun out of it for others. You can't expect everyone to play by your rules or to assign the same value to things that you do.

All in all, I'm proud of my nieces and nephews because even the two who are six have learned more of the basics than some adults.

What You Said is Not What I Heard

(Painting by Edgar Degas)

As a followup to yesterday's post on male/female communication, I thought I would share a link to an article on MSN, "Why Can't He Hear What You're Saying?" (Thanks L for sending this to me).

The article is a bit lengthy but I found it to be very interesting. In the article the author, Bryan Stipe, makes a number of statements regarding how the average man and woman communicate. Should you have the time and an interest in reading it, I'd love to know how accurate you think his observations are in general, not necessarily how accurate you think they are to you or your partner right now.

(I'm away til Sunday but I'll have someone approve comments a couple of times a day.)

Everything Men Know About Women

Image by DailyInvention (Creative Commons)

After years of research and thousands of personal interviews, Cindy Cashman (under the pseudonym 'Dr Allen Francis') complied and published, "Everything Men Know About Women." More than 1.5 million copies were sold.

The photo above offers an excerpt reflective of the content on every page. That's right - this best selling book consists of 128 blank pages.

First, she's a genius. I wish I had thought of that idea :)

Second, are women really that difficult for men to figure out or is it that we simply don't try to communicate better with one another?

Certainly I think the difficulty in understanding the opposite sex flows both ways. I would explode if I didn't talk about the things that bother me. He on the other hand has to go all quiet for 3-4 days and then suddenly email me in the middle of the day to ask a silly question that has nothing to do with the silence. Said silly question indicates that the issue is resolved, let's move on. There's no discussion later about the issue unless I initiate it. Talking about things that bother him just isn't his way.

There are of course many other things that puzzle me about him and him about me. For the longest time I could not understand why he had to try to "fix" things when I would tell him about a problem. I would say "I want to talk about this" not "will you tell me how to fix this?" Now I realize that translation automatically takes place in his brain. That's just how many men are.

I will admit that sometimes I am difficult. Just a tad ;) Last night I was truly upset about something that had nothing to do with him. I phoned and immediately told him my concerns and concluded my tale by asking,

"Am I over-reacting?"

Dead silence.

"It's ok if I am over-reacting. If I am then that means the problem probably isn't as bad as I think it is."

"Well, I wouldn't say you're over-reacting..."

"No seriously, tell me. Would most anyone else be this upset? Would you be?"

"Well, no, but you're upset because you're a very caring, loving person."

That particular conversation ended well for us, however, depending on what I needed from him at the moment, that conversation could have ended badly. In many situations if I had said, "Am I over-reacting?" I would really mean, "Reassure me that I'm not over-reacting". When he said I was, I'd be upset with him. You see I want him to tell me I'm over-reacting only when I tell him it's ok to say I'm over-reacting. I've never once explained this minefield to him. He was simply tactful enough last night to have avoided it.

Sigh.

It must be hard to be my fella - in good times and in bad ;)

All these upsetting situations could be avoided if we would talk more. The only way he can know more about me and vice versa is for us to talk. While talking is sometimes a risk and sometimes it hurts a lot, in the end I think it's the only thing that will help fill in those blank pages.

Happy Thanksgiving

I may post another entry or two later today but after that I won't be posting or responding to email until at least Sunday. Even though I know I'm a couple of days early, I offer warm Thanksgiving wishes to anyone who wishes to receive them ;) If I don't have time to respond to your emails today, I'll do as soon as I can after the holiday.

Terrific Tush Tuesday

I was lying here in bed, starting to get nice and sleepy, when I remembered. It's TTT. Pulling my laptop into bed with me, I started browsing through the folder with all the tush photos. Two things occurred to me. No, three.

First, I will never again think trout fishing would be boring.

Second, wow I have a lot of tush photos on my computer. What would that say to someone nosing through my things if I died or something? ;)

Third, I'm not sleepy now. Parts of me are definitely wide awake. Sigh. It's frustrating that he's so far away at a time like this ;)

Monday Music Madness

Last year's American Idol winner, Jordin Sparks, has had quite a year. Her debut album is coming out soon. Her single, Tattoo, has already risen to number 27 on Billboard's Hot 100 list. She's met Diana Ross and Steve Jobs. Now if she can only get a date for the prom, she'll be set.



Chris may not have won the American Idol competition last year but he certainly made a splash at last night's AMA awards.

When Privacy Doesn't Really Mean Privacy

Last week Donald Kerr, the principal deputy director of US national intelligence, made a very disconcerting assertion.

Privacy no longer can mean anonymity. Instead, it should mean that government and businesses properly safeguard people's private communications and financial information. - CNN

Trust the government - your information will be safe in their hands. Don't be even the slightest bit concerned that these are the people who have in the past taken private information and conducted witch hunts like the McCarthy hearings. Don't worry your little head over the fact that the government is also responsible for holding people in GITMO for years without access to an attorney, without a trial, and for some allegedly without even being apprised of the charges against them. It's all for national security. Doesn't matter that they were wrong in some cases (and with the McCarthy hearings in many cases), doesn't matter that we have this little thing call the Bill of Rights, doesn't matter that we have a mechanism in place called the Judicial System to deal with issues like this. We can't trust the Judicial System to do the right thing. We can only trust Big Brother. Big Brother and businesses.

Trust businesses. I think we all know that big business has one concern - big business. If we believe big business will protect our privacy to the detriment of their bottom line... oh come on. Sure they will. Think about how the oil companies don't engage in price gouging to the tune of billions and billions. Consider how insurance companies always pay out readily and easily for legitimate health care claims even though it means they won't make billions in profit each year. Above all, never worry that businesses will lose your very private information. It never happens. For that matter it never happens that the government loses private information either. I could go on and on listing the reasons we should trust businesses but I think we all know exactly how much we can trust them to always put us first.

Just in case you are one of those people who think you can't trust the government or big business, Kerr did offer another thought to consider.

Kerr said at an October intelligence conference in San Antonio, Texas, that he finds it odd that some would be concerned that the government may be listening in when people are "perfectly willing for a green-card holder at an [Internet service provider] who may or may have not have been an illegal entrant to the United States to handle their data." - CNN

Since illegal immigration is a hot button for a lot of people especially in the border states, I suppose he thought this might garner some support from the few people who heard that remark and didn't think, "huh??" Let's not even discuss the racial implications of his statement.

Still concerned in spite of Kerr's well reasoned remarks? Consider this:

"Protecting anonymity isn't a fight that can be won," Donald Kerr, the principal deputy director of national intelligence, said in a speech last month at an intelligence conference, the contents of which only now have come to light. "Anyone that's typed in their name on Google understands that." - LA Times

Try Googling yourself. Unless you're a relatively famous person, just how much stuff is there out there about you that you didn't put out there yourself? I write tons of things to post on the internet under this pseudonym, but there is nothing - not one thing - that shows up on a Google search of my real name except for the things I put there. I realize this isn't true for everyone, but how much information of concern can be Googled about you?

I will agree it is true that we have less privacy now than we did in the past, but at least we can rest assured that our private thoughts and private comments to others aren't out there for the world or the government to see unless we want them to see it.

The central witness in a California lawsuit against AT&T says the government is vacuuming up billions of e-mails and phone calls as they pass through an AT&T switching station in San Francisco.

Mark Klein, a retired AT&T technician, helped connect a device in 2003 that he says diverted and copied onto a government supercomputer every call, e-mail, and Internet site access on AT&T lines.

The Electronic Frontier Foundation, which filed the class-action suit, claims there are as many as 20 such sites in the U.S. - CNN

By now you may be wondering what has prompted Kerr's completely logical remarks.

As Congress debates new rules for government eavesdropping, a top intelligence official says it is time that people in the United States changed their definition of privacy. Kerr's comments come as Congress is taking a second look at the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act.

Congressional leaders hope to finish the bill by Thanksgiving. It would replace the FISA update enacted in August that privacy groups and civil libertarians say allows the government to read Americans' e-mails and listen to their phone calls without court oversight. - AP

I've discussed all this with several people now and I've been a little surprised at one of the more common responses. "I have nothing to hide so why should I care?"

We may feel we have nothing to hide today. How do we know that the things we do, the things we value, or the things we believe won't be something we have to hide in the future? What's "acceptable" changes. Additionally,

Privacy from government is the most important privacy of all. It's essential for a free society. - Atu XVIII

If we are to be truly free, we must feel safe in being nonconformists both politically and/or personally. If we can not be assured of privacy from the government then how can we be assured we won't be persecuted or prosecuted for our nonconformity? How would we ever be able to safely stand up to the government if we felt the government was getting out of control? Surely the government would never reach a point where it was out of control?

I believe anyone who lives or desires to live an alternative lifestyle should be concerned about this issue. How do we know that one day our behavior will not just be deemed "perverted" by some but deemed illegal by the government as well?

For those of us who are concerned about the erosion of our right to privacy, perhaps now - while the bill is being written - is the time to act by contacting our Congress Persons and sharing our thoughts on this issue.

Bangladesh Cyclone Death Toll May Hit 15,000

Officials for aid agencies are estimating up to 15,000 people were killed in last week's cyclone in Bangladesh.

Already 3,000 bodies have been found.

An estimated 900,000 families have been affected.

In the worst affected areas 90 percent of homes and 95 percent of rice crops and valuable prawn farms were destroyed.

So many lives will never be the same. Please consider helping if you can.

Save the Children
International Red Cross and Red Crescent

My Gatekeeper

Meet Adam, my new gatekeeper. He'll be taking care of keeping all the nastiness away from my blog and from me. Any comments will have to go past him.

Ok.. not really, but I wanted a pic for this entry and I thought he was stunning and had that intimidating look down pat ;)

Because I thought it would help facilitate the flow of conversation, I recently removed comment moderation when Blogger made the changes allowing for notification of follow-up comments. I wanted to let you know I've decided to revert to reviewing comments before they're published for the world to read. Hopefully it won't impede the conversational flow too much.

I've always wondered what makes people persist in leaving mean comments. Worse, I cannot understand why someone would harass a total stranger. Mean comments are mildly annoying but some people take it past that to actual harassment. Being harassed doesn't frighten me nor will it deter me from doing what I want to do. It just moves me to action.

Thus the real gatekeeper. I've had one for years but didn't really use it in that capacity. My real gatekeeper is a web traffic monitor that allows me to see the IP address of those who visit my site and for those who comment (all I have to do is check the date/time of the comment against the "gatekeeper" log). Through this web traffic monitor I can identify a commenter's internet service provider and the city, state, province and country in which they live. As I'm sure everyone knows, there are laws about harassing people and about threatening people. "No" means "no". "Leave me alone" means "leave me alone". I'm not talking about nasty comments here. I speaking of actual threats and harassment.

With the writer's IP address accessible to me not only from here but in any emails I receive, I can make sure the authorities have everything they need to remedy problem situations. Thus far I haven't seen any action that would make me notify the police, but lately a couple of people have moved closer to crossing the line.

I won't be intimidated. I won't be harassed. I know what to do to stop it.

Broken Link to Femdom Hypnosis MP3s Repaired

Honest to gosh, looking for pics to use on my blog is the best part of blogging! This pic was among those pulled up whenever I did a Google image search for the phrase "oh no". Poor guy! Can you imagine this being your internet claim to fame? He's probably a nice looking guy whenever he's not trapped in that moment of horror.

At any rate, for those who have requested the links to my erotic femdom hypnosis MP3s, I wanted to let you know that the broken link to the "Kidnapped by a Domme: The Climax" MP3 has been repaired.

Highland Games

Image by a guy with a camera

In Her room of mirrors,
a candle burned in a thousand reflections.
His mind was bemused and captivated
by the trance She left him in
while She returned to the dance.

Time was slow as a silk scarf
teasing the skin as it fell
to reveal Her perfection.
His thoughts echoed Her whispers
and reflected in his mind.

Faerie and daemon kind mingled
in their masks and finery
as She commanded their revelry.
At moonless midnight
She finally saw them depart.

She considered him in Her mind
as She savoured a dry red wine
and fed Her own passion, then
found the secret room and opened
its door to his total erotic subjugation.

(c) 2007 by Palimpsest

How to Put on a Bra

I love making these little instructional videos. After all, doesn't everyone want to know how a Domme puts on her bra? Here's how I do it most days. (I know, I know - the camera added 5 pounds. I'm working it off!)

(wink)

A Little Eye Candy From My Fav TV Programs

Ladies first of course ;) Above - Dennis Haysbert of The Unit. If you haven't seen this show, I suggest renting the first season and kicking back for a treat. The Unit is based on Delta Force, the special forces branch of the US Army. Suspense, intrigue, secret missions, and a view into the lives of the women who are married to such brave men. What's not to like? And Dennis Haysbert - he's luscious :) Strong, capable, decisive. Just what a leader should be. Pity he can't really be President like he was for a few seasons of 24.


I'm not certain but I think there aren't many people who wouldn't recognize Kiefer Sutherland as Jack Bauer from 24. Mr. Bauer is probably one of the most recognized characters on TV today and for a good reason. Who wouldn't want to watch a strong, capable, somewhat MacGuyver-like man who is always able to step in and save the day? Elizabeth if you are reading this, wouldn't it be lovely to find a photo of him on his knees? Yum.


Anyone who's been reading my blog for several months knows I am a Lost fan. There are few frivolous things that I consider "must do" in my life, but watching Lost at some point in the week is on my "must do" list. Above is Terry O'Quinn aka John Locke. Ladies, ladies, ladies. If you haven't seen Lost you can't appreciate the sexiness of this man. I admit I adore bald and balding men but it's more than that. There's just something about him.


Alright fellas, I've finally posted something to catch your eyes, haven't I? It's good to be patient ;) Above, Angeline Lilly looking very little like Kate Austen of Lost fame. What... you say you think she looks hotter this way? I must admit, I'm a bit surprised to hear that ;)

Last is the lovely Saffron Burrows of Boston Legal. Saffron as Lorraine Weller really is low on my list of the fabulous characters from this series, but I thought you fellows would prefer looking at her rather than James Spader or William Shatner ;) If you haven't seen Boston Legal you are missing absolutely the best show on TV in my opinion. It's well written, funny, and politically preachy in a way that makes you glad someone is taking a stand. Pick up the first season on DVD and see what you think!

Speaking of picking up DVDs of previous seasons, we may all be doing that soon. Thanks to the writers strike in Hollywood it's likely our favorite programs will be put on hold for awhile. I hadn't paid much attention to this strike other than to be irritated that Lost and 24 would probably be delayed in their January season premieres because of this. This apathy was short lived after I visited my friend RAB's blog yesterday. He's written a piece about the strike and offered a couple of videos made by the writers of The Daily Show. What an eye opener! Since I believe in supporting people who are wronged and these people are clearly wronged, I decided to write this entry today. Notice how I sweetly drew you in with eye candy though? ;)

Visit RAB's blog and take a look at that entry. I think it will move you to visit the unofficial WGAE blog and then perhaps to sign their petition. When I looked earlier over 50,000 people had signed to show their support. I for one and tired of seeing big business get away with things like this and was more than happy to support their cause.

What I'm Reading

Recently Nigel asked what sort of things I am reading so I thought today I'd spend a few minutes talking about the books that are currently on my nightstand or in my purse.


Every night before I go to sleep, I read at least one poem from the Best Loved Poems of the American People. I've done this for so long that I've committed quite a few of them to memory. There's just something soothing about reading poetry, isn't there? My favorite of all the poems in this book is Byron's "She Walks in Beauty".



Next is Barack Obama's The Audacity of Hope. I started reading this book a while back and sort of allowed it to become buried. I want so much to believe that there is someone good, honest, and Lincolnesque in today's world of politics but often it's difficult not to be totally disillusioned. As I recently began again to read his latest work I was taken by Obama's eloquence and grace. I don't know if he has what it takes to run the country, but his writing certainly has what it takes to move me and to give me hope that there can be people in politics who are good and decent, people who believe the government is for the people not the select few who have amassed fortune and power, and who believe the government of the most powerful country in the world can really help its people and the rest of the world to be a better place.


I always carry a book in my purse to read for those times when I'm sitting in the doctor's office waiting room. Since there's so much serious illness around me, I spend a lot of time there. My latest is Mary Higgins Clark's Nighttime is My Time. It's very light reading but I'm always up for a suspense, intrigue, thriller sort of book. This isn't Clark's best, but it's moderately entertaining.


I found this book when I was browsing through Bill's bookshelves one night. America's First Ladies: Private Lives of the Presidential Wives has proven interesting and lightweight reading. Since each chapter is an 8-10 page self-contained mini biography of one of the former US President's wives, it's perfect for those times when I have only 15-20 minutes to read. Perhaps what has struck me the most from reading this book is the reminder that history hasn't always given these ladies their due when it comes to recognizing and remembering their achievements.


Of course you'd be surprised if I wasn't reading something about hypnosis or hypnosis related, wouldn't you? Bandler and Grindler's Frogs into Princes is an in depth look at Neuro Linguistic Programming or NLP. NLP is a bit complicated to explain so I thought I'd quote Wikipedia for a brief definition.

NLP is an interpersonal communications model and an alternative approach to psychotherapy based on the subjective study of language, communication and personal change.

It sounds complicated but the Wikipedia entry does a fairly decent job in explaining the very basics of the concept. This is my second read of this book as it's quite fascinating, a bit complicated and a lot to absorb.



Lastly there's Sensual Woman: An Exploration of the True Meaning and Value of Sexuality. You thought I wasn't going to mention anything sexy, didn't you? ;) I have only pulled this one out to start reading it so I can't really say much about it. Amazon.com says the book

explores the history of sensuality and how it can be seen in great women of the past, including those portrayed in myth and legend, and how today's generation can, if willing, recover the lost benefits of true sensuality.

Someone sent this to me as a gift and since it looked interesting I thought I'd give it a read.

Terrific Tush Tuesday Part Deux

Here's one for you, fellas. I'm sorry she doesn't look as luscious as me, but she'll have to do.
(Laughing)

Can't you just imagine her standing there at the foot of the bed. He bound, helpless, eager - oh so eager - and she in the mood to tease. He wants so much to touch her - he needs to touch her - but he can't. Perhaps she moves to the side of the bed, the fingertips of her left hand gently massaging his stomach. Every once in while drifting down so close.. so very close.

Or perhaps she remains at the foot of the bed and allows her fingertips to run over her body. Moaning slightly at her touch...

The imagination is a wonderful thing, isn't it?

Terrific Tush Tuesday

(Note, I should add this entry was inspired by a wonderful post by Susan. Thanks Susan for helping me to remember that sometimes we send messages that we don't mean.)

I love this photo. Not so much because he has a gorgeous gluteus maximus (winking at Nigel), but because in my imagination, he's peeking out the window watching and waiting for his lady. She's phoned and instructed him to be where she likes him to be and how she likes him to be. It's quite easy for me to imagine where things go from there, isn't it for you?

Terrific Tush Tuesday is fun for me, not necessarily because I love looking at all these lovely bottoms (I do) but because the photos usually stir a fantasy of what I want to do with my man. Now.. I love my fella and I find him to be incredibly attractive. I adore his body - every single inch of it. Is his body perfect like the guys in the photos I post every week? Not at all and I wouldn't expect it to be. How many people could and do like the people in these photographs?

He's who he is and I find him - his look, his body style - to be exactly what I want and need. Was his look, his body style exactly what I looked for and what had always turned me on before I met him? In some ways yes and in some ways no. I'm sure he would tell you exactly the same about me. His mind drew me to him and he says mine is what captured him. If we're lucky enough for that to happen, I think we learn to view people through different eyes. The little "imperfections" are not an issue. In fact, sometimes we learn to love those little imperfections as much or more than we would if our lover's body was model perfect.

Joanne Woodward once said, "Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat." I'd add that a man who fires your imagination and makes you think - ah, now that's a treat too.

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Isn't this the sexiest photo you've seen in awhile? It reminds me of a story I started once and never finished. On re-reading it I'm thinking it sounds a bit like a harlequin romance :( Not a good thing. You tell me, should I finish it or toss it and start another? Be honest.

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Sinking down onto my favorite high-backed chair, I closed my eyes, took in several slow, deep breaths and willed myself to relax. I sat for a moment allowing the soft strains of Beethoven's Pathetique to soothe my soul.

As a cloak of peace enveloped me, my eyes opened and surveyed the large, open room. Before me stood several statues of men in various states of dress. Some wore elegant clothing, others were stripped except for their trousers, while still others were wearing nothing at all. Some were holding serving trays, others were kneeling. "What a delicious room", I congratulated myself. "I'm pleased it is finally finished".

As I continued to peruse the contents, I noticed someone kneeling in the shadows at the far end by the window. Initially I mistook him for another statue, but on closer inspection I could see the flesh color of his chest. As my eyes traveled over his body I found myself wondering why he was so far away. To satisfy my curiosity I beckoned him.

He remained still for a moment and then looked around as if to make certain my gesture was meant for him. At my nod he stepped out of the shadows and walked toward me, head held high and his shoulders squared. My heart leaped for a moment as I recognized him. What an attractive man he was. His eyes struck me the most; bright and filled with an emotion I could not yet name.

Soon he was standing before me, head bowed. "Might I kneel for you, my Lady?"

Pleased, I nodded. Normally I am very controlled, but as he slipped down on his knees for me, my breath caught in my throat for just a moment. "Why are you here?"

"For so long I have sought the one woman who could capture my heart and bring me to my knees. I am strong - I do not need to kneel. I choose to kneel for you and to offer everything I am, everything I have, to your service."

I lowered my head a moment in an effort to hide a satisfied smile. For quite some time I'd had my eye on this one. He stood out among the rest and in an effort to make him mine I had deliberately woven a silky web of tender, gentle control around his heart.



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Stretching out my hand to steady myself as I tripped over the debris strewn in the floor of the old, neglected building, I realized I must have been crazy to consider leasing this place . "It will cost a fortune to clean and remodel before I can even begin to bring in the sculptures."

"I know what you're thinking."

Startled, I turned quickly as the sexiest voice I'd ever heard reached my ears.

"Apologies, Ms. Dubois. I did not mean to startle you."

"I didn't realize you were already here, Mr. Smith". I laid my hand in his carefully proffered one, finding myself mildly surprised as he lowered his head and allowed his lips to brush my soft skin. "It's going to be an adventure to stay one step ahead of this one," I thought, all the while well aware that I could.

"But of course my dear lady, I wouldn't wish to have you wandering around an abandoned building alone." His dark eyes twinkled as he saw my approving nod. It would appear that the handsome and formal Mr. Smith was quite sure of himself.

I was intrigued.

"You're quite right in your thinking that this building is in need of a number of repairs. The remodeling and cleaning costs should be well within the number you mentioned in your letter. I've run some figures and will be happy to sit down and discuss them with your financial adviser at his earliest convenience."

"*I* am my financial adviser, Mr. Smith, and I will of course run numbers of my own."

His eyebrows arched in surprise. "Yes, of course, my dear lady, I merely assumed you would delegate that type of work to someone else and..."

"And a beautiful woman could never fit all those big bad numbers inside her dainty little head," came my amused reply.

"Please, please Ms. Dubois, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot!"

Hiding a delighted smile at his discomfort, I thought "He needs to be knocked off-kilter a few times. He's self assured and strong, but it won't take long to show him who is in charge."

Reaching out I gently caressed his cheek and assured him that I for one was standing firmly on both my size six feet.

His sharp intake of breath at my touch and his eyes traveling down my body all the way to my Christmas red pumps revealed his thoughts far better than any words. Shaking his head as if to clear his mind, he stepped farther into the room, ostensibly to turn on the light.

"Yes, that's right, give yourself time to clear your thoughts. Soon you won't be able to," I silently warned him.

(To be continued ?)

Monday Music Madness

Taken by Wonder

The sound of pipes
settles in the deep glens.
The years grow thin
until silence reigns
and the stars appear.
The moon rises on the wind
from the sea and ancient
dreams throw pale shadows
of faerie folk unseen.
The daemon queen has beauty
so sharp and severe
that it wounds with its wonder
when she deigns to appear.
The way between the worlds
is open. She smiles
her compelling smile
and I fall under her spell.
Do not wait for me,
expect no word or return.
Please raise a glass
with my old comrades
and wish me a final farewell.

(c) 2007 by Palimpsest

Remembrance

World War II Veteran


Iwo Jima

World War II Nurse


Korean War


Vietnam War


Operation Desert Storm


War in Afghanistan


War in Iraq


We remember.

Politics aside, we remember the sacrifices made by the brave men and women of our armed services both in war time and in peace. Thank you for all you have done. You are the true heroes.

Surprise

Image by Walter Girotto

"X Company, Rook speaking."

"Hi sweetheart, are you busy?"

"A little... why, what's up?"

Smiles. I can always tell when he's reacting to the things I'm saying and/or the tone in which I say them. His voice changes and he says so much just by his tone. This tone was a mixture of "Oh god I love it when she calls me and she's so obviously turned on" and "Please be merciful - my boss is sitting at the desk right next to mine."

"Nothing, I'm just lying here wearing absolutely nothing and touching myself."

"I see." I could hear him breathing a bit faster and his chair squeaked a bit as he shifted in his seat.

It was all I could do not to laugh in delight.

"Oh and baby.... the reason I'm so turned on.."

"Yes?" Clearing his throat now.

"I ordered those items we discussed last night."

"You did?" There was just the slightest falter and definitely a note of surprise in his speech.

"Of course I did honey. I told you I was going to order soon. I've been so turned on ever since just thinking about it. You are still looking forward to it, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah." How he managed to exhale, speak, and sound so sexily excited all at once I'm just not sure.

"It's a kit. There are three different things in it. One particular item is designed specifically for -"

"Yes I know," he interjected. So excited yet half afraid for me to even speak the words aloud when he was at work.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you. I know you're busy. While you finish working try not to think too much about me lying here touching myself and enjoying the anticipation of what I'll be asking of you when your present arrives."

This time I did laugh - that Evil Cowgirl laugh that excites him so much. I couldn't help myself. Teasing him is just too much fun and so very exciting.

"I love you." Full of desire. I love hearing those words in just that way.

"I love you too and tonight I'll tell you all about just how much and in how many different ways I want to show you."

(Lady Julia's note. I wrote this in March of this year and then realized I'd been a little too open with my information. I've modified it a bit and am republishing now.)

Evil Hypnodommes

(Julia - with hand on heart.) I Julia do solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me God.

Interviewer: Julia, now that you have been sworn in let's get straight to the point. It is rumored that you believe that all commerical dommes, hypno and otherwise, are terrible, ruthless people and that you Julia - Evil Cowgirl that you are - have determined it is your mission in life to protect submissive men everywhere from the evil wiles of totally ruthless women. Some are once again ... err.. mentioning... yes that's the nice word for it... mentioning that they find such a stance offensive. Comments?

Julia: I think those who continue to hang on to this issue should let go and find something else about which to be upset - like the cost of a good evil cowgirl lasso. Do you have any idea how rare those things are and how much they sell for? It's outrageous! ;)

All teasing aside, please let me clearly state I have never said all pay Dommes hypno or otherwise are bad, unethical, and/or cannot be trusted. I have always encouraged people to exercise caution before becoming entangled with anyone hypnotically or in a D/s situation. Anyone - commercial or not. Why would any sane person let someone toy with their mind or their body without knowing for certain that individual is ethical and safe?

This rumor sprang up a couple of years ago because of a decision I made not to allow advertisement of any kind for commercial Dommes in my yahoo group. This decision was never meant as an aspersion towards pay Dommes and I've explained this a number of times. Why this rumor will not die is beyond me, but this is the last time I will address it. Are there dangerous hypnodommes and commercial Dommes out there? Absolutely. Not all professional Dommes are dangerous and not not all lifestyle Dommes are safe. Some simply get their kicks from being extremely cruel and unsafe while others want to take whatever they can get from you. There are also safe, ethical Dommes both commercial and lifestyle. I've never publicly labeled anyone as a negative force, rather I've simply pointed out things I consider risky or down right dangerous.

To stay safe with D/s and D/s hypnoplay, know yourself. Know the basics. Know the person with whom you are about to play. Use good common sense that is based on sound information.


Related Links:

Hypnosensuality 101
More on Hypnosis Safety
Why Do You Do Hypnosis MP3s for Free? (aka Why Aren't You a Pro Domme?
BDSM Safety

Note - I am not an expert on safety. My articles are written as expressions of things that work for me. I strongly encourage you to do your own research. There is a ton of stuff online and also excellent BDSM primers availble through in bookstores.

Goddess Julia

In ancient Rome, what sort of person do you think you would you have been? Would you have hypnotized people? - Arafin

I've thought about this long and hard, Arafin my friend, all of 20 maybe 30 minutes! Perhaps I would have been a Goddess. After all if we're being fanciful, why not go all the way?


Maybe I would have been a powerful huntress like the Goddess Diana, controller of all things lunar. No wait, wasn't she the Goddess of virgins and childbirth? Hmm - two strikes there. Definitely nothing virginal about me and since I'm childless it's quite obvious I don't know nothin' bout birthin' babies ;)


Goddess Fortuna maybe? Goddess of fortune sounds good but she's frequently depicted as blind and veiled as modern justice is often seen. No thanks. I like walking around with my eyes wide open.


Perhaps Goddess Juno, Queen of the Gods. That would make me very in charge, wouldn't you think? Hmm... no... I see where she was the Goddess of matriomony and in the painting above she's receiving the head of Argos. Matrimony was not a good fit for me in the past and in the present I have other more effective ways of dealing with men than to behead them ;)


I think in Roman times I would have been much like I am today - an average lady with my fellow on his knees before me, my fingertips on his face, gazing deeply into his eyes and whispering soft words of persuasion. In whatever time, in whatever place, I would rather be me, simple and lovingly in control than to be a Goddess when the Goddess role is just not a fit.

Oh, and would I have perhaps mesmerized a man or two (or twenty) who passed by my way? I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions ;)

Ask Lady Julia

A few months ago I mentioned that I was at a loss for blog topics. Several of my readers offered questions and suggestions to stimulate my blogging thought processes. Immediately after they so kindly assisted me I found I didn't have the time to answer and their helpful suggestions slipped from my mind until this morning. Over the next few weeks I'll be responding to their suggestions. Thank you again everyone :)

If you would like to add to the list of questions or suggestions, feel free!

Puppy Love

It's Friday evening in the life of a hypnodomme. Is she mesmerizing men, luring them into her spell where they will forever serve her? Does she have some eager slave bound and chained, helpless to resist?

Not tonight. Tonight she's sitting in her bedroom dressed in a oversize University of Kentucky T-shirt, humming "Puppy Love" under her breath, and writing in her blog. (Here, I'll admit that I'm pantieless, does that bring back the aura of sexuality just a bit? ;) Actually you might want to skip this entry if you're just looking for kink and/or other sexy stuff.)

"Humming Puppy Love??" you may ask. If you were a mid-40s woman you'd without question know exactly what I meant, but since I doubt there are too many of those who read my blog I'll explain.

Donny Osmond and all the other Osmonds were on Oprah today. Since I'd heard they were going to be, I TiVoed the show. As I began to watch I was so surprised at my reaction. When Oprah introduced Donny and Marie, in the span of 20 seconds, I was back in that 12 year old girl headspace. As the words to the very first pop song I remember came from the lips of the very first boy my teenage heart ever loved, I found myself holding my breath, sitting on the edge of my seat, and listening with excited happiness. It probably sounds neurotic but I assure you I was in good company. As the camera spanned the audience I could see that every woman there was in exactly the same headspace. I think even Oprah was a little enamored.


Watching the show led me on a pleasant trip down memory lane. So many memories of a wonderful, happy, unencumbered time of life. About the same time that I fell in love with Donny, I remember my fickle heart embracing another famous figure - superstar catcher for the Cincinnati Reds, number 5 - Johnny Bench. Since I was a bit of a tomboy back then I couldn't only have a gorgeous singer to love, I had to have a sports figure too ;)

Happy sigh. I'd better stop before I start talking about Barry Manilow.

What is it about first crushes? I'm not sure, but I'm guessing each one of you can remember yours. Perhaps as you finish reading my words you'll sit back, close your eyes, and just for a few moments allow your mind to drift back to that place, too. It's nice, isn't it?

Never fear. Tomorrow I'll go back to enslaving helpless men but tonight - tonight it feels really nice to embrace the innocence.

The Orgasm Gap and Faking It

If you think I was testy yesterday, imagine how irritated I was today to learn college age men orgasm two-and-a-half times more often than college age women. Given that women have the ability to have multiple orgasms then how can they be having orgasms at such a significantly less frequent rate?

Fortunately for me the beauty of being a dominant woman means this is something I do not ever have to worry about ;)

In all seriousness I'm really not at all upset about these latest orgasm-related statistics, but I did think the article was an interesting read and I was a bit surprised by the numbers. According to this study, when male and female college students hook up:

• 44 percent of men orgasm — compared to only 19 percent of their female partners.
• about 16 percent of the time women were much more likely to give oral sex than receive it.
• 25 percent of the time women report having had an orgasm, while the men thought their partners orgasmed 60 percent of the time.
• 97 percent of men have masturbated to orgasm, but only 60 percent of women have done the same.

Obviously statistics don't present a completely accurate view of a situation but I suspect that even if the balance isn't this skewed it is skewed enough to make it an issue worth examining. What do you think leads to such an imbalance? Do you think the age of those surveyed has much to do with the results and if so, is this imbalance likely to increase or decrease as people age?

Aside from the frequency issue consider the stats indicating the number of women who fake orgasms. Were you surprised by those numbers? How concerned are you or have you been with regard to the thought that your partner has/does fake orgasms?

About Nappy-Headed Hos & Finding a Good Woman

I'm sure most of you are not in the habit of starting your day out by watching "The View". Many people mistakenly think "chick show" and disregard it. That's ok, I realize the estrogen level is really high but personally I enjoy watching. Four intelligent, articulate, informed women discussing today's hot political and current event topics - what's not to like?

If you don't watch, then yesterday you missed an interesting segment featuring comic Damon Wayans. The volume on the video above isn't very good so in case you can't hear, allow me to summarize.

When asked about Don Imus' firing for his revolting remarks about the Rutger's women's basketball team, Wayons remarked, "Freedom of speech, what happened to that? What happened to expressing yourself?" He went on to say, "At least I know where he stands. And you know what? When he called them nappy-headed ho's, I went, 'Wow, he's right!'"

I blinked and thought, "Surely this is a joke". He laughed and remarked that "black people sitting at home are laughing" so maybe it was a joke. I certainly wasn't sure after hearing his next remarks. When asked about his status as a single man, Wayons explained, "Women today, most women I run into, don't want to do the fundamentals," he said. "They don't cook. ... I make the money so she can make something to cook."

He's right on one thing. Don Imus had a right to express himself. Whether or not he had a right to express his sexist, racist views on CBS' dime is debatable but he did and does in general have a right to express views that make him look like a pig. Along the same vein Wayans has the right to appear to be a 1950s throwback. Two big questions however spring to mind in light of his comments.

First, why does Wayans can think he can say something like that in front of a crowd of mostly women, to a TV audience of mostly women and not feel even the slightest pause over potential repercussions? Come on - Don Imus is/was a shock jock. He was technically expected to say things like that and he lost his job for the better part of a year. Wayans on the other hand is an actor. True he's a comedic actor but I think almost anyone watching was probably left with the opinion that he was serious about his fundamentals-on-being-a-wife remarks.

Second, and probably most important to me is the question - why didn't these women, including arguably the most famous female news interviewer of all time, turn to this man and soberly ask, "Are you serious? Your remarks could easily be construed as saying that it's a woman's 'place' to cook and do other basic things for a man while the man goes out and supports the little woman. Aren't you concerned that these sort of remarks help perpetuate sexism?" They laughingly protested but to me there was no real sense of pressing him about his remarks, not even when (which isn't shown by this video) he went on to say "It's about performing basic needs."

I'm not naive. I know sexism and racism are alive and well in the year 2007, but isn't it time that more people stood up and called people out for promoting these sorts of thing? I think this is especially true for celebrities who vocalize such views because their voice, right or wrong, doesn't carry the same weight as mine or yours. One celebrity voice reaches so many. I don't think we should castrate him, boycott his movies, or any number of other things. I simply think those four women and any other sensible person who heard his remarks should have said, "Hey we don't agree. There aren't any 'fundamentals' for how women must live so stop being a Fred Flintstone wannabe. Wilma left that cave a long time ago and she ain't planning on going back."

Poetry In Motion and More

I was going through my emails tonight and found links to these. Thank you for the laughs BG :)

Desperate Housewives Part Deux

Susan, thought this might make you smile (maybe a couple of other people as well).

My sweet friend Robert shared this on my personal blog and it was so wonderful, so moving that I wanted to share it here.

As I thought of my reaction, which mirrored that of a number of women in the audience, I was reminded of the opera scene in "Pretty Woman". Edward has taken Vivian to see a live opera performance, her first ever. He explains, "People's reactions to opera the first time they see it is very dramatic. They either love it or they hate it. If they love it, they will always love it. If they don't, they may learn to appreciate it, but it will never become part of their soul." Even though she doesn't understand the words, Vivian is moved to tears. I feel that way about Opera. It touches my soul in a way that I cannot really explain.

At any rate, I hope you enjoy. If nothing else, one must surely enjoy watching Simon transition from smug and condescending to appreciative surprise.

Terrific Tush Tuesday

Snippets from a love letter...


Saturday Night, May 19, 1917

My darling,

Do not imagine, because you find these lines in your journal that I have been trespassing. You know I have not - and where else shall I leave a love letter? For I long to write you a love-letter tonight.

You are all about me - I seem to breathe you, hear you, feel you in me and of me.

snipped)

Last night, there was a moment before you got into bed. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little, talking. It was only for an instant. I saw you - I loved you so, loved your body with such tenderness. Ah, my dear!

And I am not thinking of *passion*. No, of that other thing that makes me feel that every inch of you is so precious to me - your soft shoulders - your creamy warm skin, your ears cold like shells are cold - your long legs and your feet that I love to clasp with my feet - the feeling of your belly - and your thin young back. Just below that bone that sticks out at the back of your neck you have a little mole.

It is partly because we are young that I feel this tenderness. I love your mouth. I could not bear that it should be touched even by a cold wind if I were the Lord.

We two, you know, have everything before us, and we shall do very great things. I have perfect faith in us, and so perfect is my love for you that I am, as it were, still, silent to my very soul.

I want nobody but you for my lover and my friend and to nobody buy you shall I be faithful.

I am yours forever.

Tig.

Katherine Mansfield, New Zealand-born British short-story writer, to John Middleton Murry, fellow writer and critic on May 19, 1917.

Sex Toys

So I'm talking with my friend Arafin tonight and he says "Ya GOTTA see this!" I'm laughing so hard I can barely see to type. You'll just have to check it out.

Also you might find 40 Mistakes Men Make While Having Sex With Women to be interesting. Sheesh - 40?? Seriously? Mostly funny but some actually a bit informative.

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Smiles - in the light of day these aren't as hysterical as I thought last night but they're still funny.

Monday Music Madness

I've decided to make Mondays my "share my favorite music videos" day. Perhaps some of you will join me?



Today was the first time I heard this duet - isn't it amazing? I can close my eyes and listen and immediately feel myself relax.



Just a little bit of tease for you, fellas..

Cruel, Bitchy Dominance or Gentle Persuasion?

You Are 24% Bitchy

You're a pretty sweet person, and you're definitely not prone to bitchy outbursts. Sometimes, though, you can't help thinking mean thoughts about people. But at least you don't act on them!

How Bitchy Are You?

From the Ask Lady Julia survey on my website:

What made you choose to be more gentle and persuasive as you call it instead of bitchy, cruel, and demanding like so many other Dommes?

Do you think most lifestyle Dommes really are cruel, bitchy, and demanding? Perhaps at times, but as a general mode of behaving? I am skeptical that it is as common as you think, but I don't know. I can only speak for myself (smiles - which is fortunate because that's all you asked me to do.)

Bitchiness has zero appeal to me (though we all have our moments - where is that chocolate?). Even though I know the "bitch Domme" is a fantasy for a lot of men, I really am not comfortable with being something I am not just to stroke a man's sexual hot buttons. It's so much more satisfying to be myself and be with someone who is attracted to me rather than a persona I might project. If I were really bitchy I think not only would he be unhappy but I would be too. For me to be this way the majority of the time I'd have to be very bitter and my self-esteem would have to be quite poor.

Cruelty is even farther from my grasp. Again I know this is a big kink for some but I internalize things too much to pull this off. Any time I tried to be cruel I would imagine how I would feel if someone said something like that to me and that just wouldn't do. I cognitively understand people don't view "cruelty" in the same way but I haven't reached the place where my emotions agree with that and to be candid I don't really want to.

Demanding - well to be honest I am working on that just a bit. Not so much because he likes it (he does in certain circumstances), but because I realize I was socialized very young to squelch this part of me. By the time I hit puberty I was well aware of how boys view bossy girls and began to make a conscious effort to change so boys would like me. As an adult, while the desire to be liked is obviously present in everyone, I don't want that to be the driving reason for me to behave in a manner that really isn't always me deep down. I like being persuasive - it's sexy and fun, but I'm discovering that I can be comfortable with occasionally being a bit demanding and can recognize that this can feel sexy and fun as well. I can't fathom my being demanding all the time but every now and then it can definitely work ;)

Let me be clear - I'm certainly not knocking anyone being bitchy, cruel or demanding as long as this is a consensual thing. These things just aren't me. I don't choose to be the way I am, it's just how things are.

On a side note as I know this wasn't your question - I think one of the biggest mistakes a submissive man can make is to expect his lady to dominate him in a manner that pushes his hot buttons even though that sort of behavior just isn't her. If you're in a relationship with someone who is bitchy, cruel, and demanding and this works for you - congrats! However if your lady isn't that way, I think pushing and pushing her to be something she just isn't - well, I can't see that being too successful and in most cases probably causes a lot of harm to the relationship.

I think being dominant isn't determined by how you control, it's quite simply that you do control.

Luscious Lingerie

I love lingerie. All styles, all materials. Bustiers, corsets, peignoirs, garters, stockings, leather, lace, velvet, satin, silk.. its all wonderful. I don't have to wear it to feel sexy, but when I do wear it I feel fabulous. Certainly sexy is who I am not what I wear, but there's nothing wrong with wrapping a package in something that feels and looks good, is there? ;)

What about you? Which of these most appeal to you (the number for each is below the photo)? Do you prefer lingerie or nothing at all? Is it only the kinky garments that push your buttons? If I've left out your favorites, feel free to leave a link in the comment section.

One

Two


Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Color Me Incredulous

I'll warn you now, this is a rant. Not just any kind of rant, but a political rant. If you've heard more than enough of those lately I encourage you to come back later. I'll post something sexy or hypnotic or all Domme-like. Promise.

Last night I was sitting in my nice comfy chair in the family room, minding my own business, just thinking about my kinkiest fantasies, when the phone rings. Caller ID indicated the call was from a toll-free number. For the past couple of months that has meant only one thing - a politician was calling to solicit my vote. Since I try to stay informed politically not only on a national level but on a state and local one as well, I decided to answer.

"Hello. This is (famous friend of Slimy Politician) calling on behalf of (Slimy Politician). I'm really concerned about the upcoming Governor's election. (Slimy Politician's Opponent) is so ultra-liberal he has just been enthusiastically endorsed by _____ a prominent gay rights advocacy group. They're convinced (Slimy Politician's Opponent) is their guy! Now you have to ask, do you really want (our state) to become another San Fransisco?"

After the recording ended I sat there staring incredulously at the phone. I know this is a conservative state but come on! How can anyone have the nerve to say something like that and not expect an intensely negative response? If it hadn't been so horrible I would have laughed at the absurdity of it all.

The phone call was bad enough, really bad, but the sheer hypocrisy of Slimy and his cohorts playing the morality card makes the situation even worse. They're using the "sin" of homosexuality (and no I do not think it is a sin) to entice votes from the religious of the state in an attempt to draw attention away from the fact that during his first term in office good ole Slimy and many in his administration were indicted by the state Grand Jury for allegations of hiring, promoting, demoting, and firing state employees based on political loyalties. They were indicted for destroying people's lives all because these people wouldn't play the political game in just the right way.

I'm well aware that an indictment isn't a determination of guilt. However, I do think it says something that Slimy handed down blanket pardons to nine of his administration cronies as a result of these indictments and then invoked the Fifth Amendment for himself. He later filed a motion with the court to order the grand jury to stop issuing indictments for offenses that occurred prior his blanket pardon and to bar it from writing a final report on its findings. Eventually prosecutors dropped all charges.

Come on. I can do the math. You can do the math. Everyone in this state who wants to can do the math. Will that matter? Probably not because so many people here would rather vote for a gay basher than vote for a liberal.

Sigh. What is wrong with people?

"Long Term" Bondage

In response to my expression of interest in long term bondage, TVH inquired, "Sounds delectable. But what, praytell, would be your concept of long-term-bondage? :)"

I had to smile because just last night I was speaking with my fella about that particular post and he remarked on the nebulousness of phrases like "kinkiest" and "long-term bondage". What's kinky to me probably seems tame to most people that read here and I'm sure what I consider long-term bondage is considered but brief interlude to others.

To answer your question, TVH, I would have to offer two answers, one fantasy and the other reality.

When the concept of long-term bondage invades my fantasies I think perhaps of leaving someone bound and helpless all day and all night. The bondage itself doesn't really turn me on. Ok, it does a little, but mostly it's the reaction I see when he is bound and helpless; also his reaction when he's being teased and denied while bound. If I'm not present with him that diminishes some of my enjoyment of the situation. That said, in fantasy world it's sort of fun to think about whispering in his ear promising something delectable for the next morning, stroking him while I describe in very vivid detail what is to come. I'd continue until he was so aroused he was literally writhing on the bed, tugging desperately at his bonds, and then I'd turn and smile to myself as I left him that way throughout the night.

In reality I'd never leave someone bound all night long (and especially not alone) because of all the safety issues. "Long term" play would be something more along the lines of an all day thing from the time he rises in the morning until he slips into his bed at night. I don't mean strapped to the bed in four point bondage, though. I can't imagine that would be too much fun after a few hours and there are considerations regarding the need for range of motion, etc. For long term bondage I like using wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and chains. Imagine either the wrists chained together with a 2 foot long chain or perhaps each wrist secured via a chain to a D ring on the collar. Then perhaps an ankle cuff or two chained to something. If he's really experienced at wearing the chains and thus not likely to trip over them, then I feel fairly safe in placing a chain between his ankle cuffs. All this leaves me with a naked or almost naked man working around my house or serving me in whatever way I wish, a man for whom I've provided a tangible reminder every time he moves of my control and his surrender.

~ Lady Julia

P.S. Yes I know the photo is funny :) He certainly looks enthused, doesn't he?

Pony Play and Hypnosis

Leave it to Fox to feature both hypnosis and pony play in one TV episode.

Earlier tonight Bill was watching a recently TiVoed episode of Bones. Usually I don't watch this show because it's pretty revolting and CSI-ish (rotting bodies with disgusting things crawling around in eye sockets, etc.), but I admit "Back in the Saddle" caught my attention about 10-11 minutes into the show. At that point we note that Bones and her FBI partner are investigating a murder that may have occurred at the Ambassadora Bed & Breakfast. The interesting part? The Ambassadora caters to those who engage in adult pony play.

I'd comment on my impressions of this episode, but I think I'll wait a couple of days and give those who missed it the opportunity to watch it first. AOL offers a link that allows for online viewing. (You have to put up with commercials - sorry. I couldn't find it anywhere else except for the FOX website. That site wants you to install software which requires you to agree to their terms of service without letting you read said terms.) To skip the gore in the beginning and move directly to the first pony play segment, you can move the scroll bar beneath the video window so that you begin watching about 11 minutes into the episode.

In addition to the pony play feature there is also a secondary story-line in which one of the supporting characters is hypnotized to remember the name of the man she married. (Don't ask, I have no idea why she didn't know his name.) The hypnosis segment was small but might prove interesting to those of you who are hypnosis fans.

Kinky Hypnodomme Fantasies

Recently one of my website visitors asked, "What is the kinkiest thing you think about?"

When I read the question I thought, "Oh that will be an easy one to answer", but the more I thought about it, the more difficult it was to pick the kinkiest. There are many kinky things I think about - cages, anal play, multiple slaves serving me, knife play (more as roleplay with a blunt knife), long term bondage, and quite a bit more. How does one decide which is awarded that badge of kinkiest?

Kidnapping and enslaving through hypnosis a very intelligent, strong man is one of the kinkier things that occasionally occupies my fantasies. Perhaps he's someone who works for me occasionally and every time I see him I am impressed with his intellect and the strength he seems to possess. I want him so I will have him.

One day he steps into my office to drop off a report and I mention that I need some help with a computer problem. He slips into my chair and I look over his shoulder as he tinkers with my Windows settings looking for a non-existent problem. Whispers in his ear, soft and seductive, so very hypnotic- he's soon under my spell. Completely unable to resist. Able only to obey.

We leave the building and head directly to my home. Throughout the entire evening we merely talk. We discuss everything. Music, politics, literature, views on sex - everything. His mind is so quick and his ability to articulate amazes me. His quiet strength is always apparent. Before long we've talked through the night and I've discovered that he is indeed the one.

At daybreak he half-heartedly mentions leaving but quickly acquiesces to my soft instruction that he stay. As the day passes I hypnotize his tired but happy mind several times. Soft, persuasive words can be so difficult to resist even for the strongest man.

By the end of the day, tired and slightly dazed from so much caressing of his mind, he agrees to allow me to hypnotize him even deeper. I must explore what lies in the depths of his mind. Surely kinky desires reside there... I think they reside in everyone.

Before long I've coaxed his most secret desires from him. He wants to be taken - body and mind. He knows he's strong, but he dreams of a woman so much stronger that he is unable to resist her. He smiles because he realizes that I am that woman.

A deeper look reveals a variety of mildly kinky desires. Bondage, especially the sort of bondage where he is totally helpless, followed by such seductive teasing that he is left begging.. pleading. I adore that he is so eager to beg.

He wants to watch. Watching turns him on so much! Bound and watching as I slowly undress, first caressing my body and then pleasuring my body. My soft moans of ecstasy fill him with such an intense desire to touch but he's helpless to do so.

Pleasing - oh yes he wants so much to please and to be used in whatever way I desire. Surrendering himself completely to my wishes. Pleasuring my body as only one so devoted can. He knows better than any before him how to please me orally and in so many other ways.

It's ok that his desires are only mildly kinky. He's given me what I want most - I've enslaved him merely with words. He'll soon find that his desires have expanded to match mine. After all a slave is always eager to give his Mistress whatever she desires. And this slave isn't going anywhere. He's mine for as long as I wish.*

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Question left on the survey/polls section of my website. You may leave your question there as well.

*No, I'd never do anything like this but it's certainly an exciting fantasy to consider.

Femdom Fantasies

I wanted to tell you of a new website that I thought might be of interest to some of you.

FEMDOM FANTASIES is a collection of short stories featuring strong, dominant women and eager, submissive men. Allow your imagination to experience a variety of FEMDOM FANTASIES by wandering through the pages of this site.

The site is accepting story submissions for publication consideration. See the site for terms.

Cruelty

Cruelty disguised as humor is cruelty nonetheless. The disguise fools no one.