Archive | April 2014

Turn Ons & Turn Offs

Remember those questions? I think this term started fairly innocently with dating sites, and today are mostly ignored as “fluff”.

Sex and turn ons should never be taken for granted. Everyone is different. I have met men who dive into my cunt like it’s a grapefruit that needs tongue, teeth and tons of force to get the juice, *brahhhhh* not.

Every woman is different, a hard clit sucking might drive one through the roof, and put another to sleep….seriously….to sleep.

With women there are other issues, our brain needs to be engaged or bypassed….so, for me at least, bullshit “hi beautiful” lines in an email when we have never met is a HUGE fail.

In general men are easier to please…..stroke it and it will cum :). However women usually require more, not always, there are those fuck, suck, pound times…..but on a personal level, we need connection.

I am a very horny woman, have been since I was probably 10 (take that nature or nurture) but I can also turn off like a wind ripped out electric line. It’s all about my mind set.

I feel good, I watch porn, I use toys. I play, I cum…..

I feel shitty, no porn, no toys, no play…..just annoyance.

For me it’s all about confidence; I am pretty confident. and adore to accompany my Master, to be by his side as his slut (or at his feet) but when we are not together he has no affect on my confidence, our contact is sexual and comforting. So, as we have seen a few times, if he tries to put me into a spot that makes me uncomfortable, annoyed etc, libido goes out the window.

And when you do not live together it is difficult. I do not have my Masters cock to look forward to every day, I do not have his fingers squeezing my nipples to look forward to, and my thoughts of his whippings, while making me squirm, are not something my ass will feel every day.

Libido is important and sensitive, do not assume you can bully your way past it… not treat it with disdain.



I have space, I have time, I have freedom….and I have at least 1 gf that would not have an issue going out to party. But…..I revel in my alone time and do not want to ruin it..but a drink or 2..a man or 2…a cock…struggling…

Innocent Disappointments

I am still disappointed by people who have no follow through.

I guess it’s this internet world, you can email and then not.

I have had a few people, men mostly, who claim to want to play with me and we exchange some emails, they even communicate with Master, and then nothing. Sometimes all goes well with Master, and it seems like it will be an interesting and fun meet…..than nothing.

Some I’ve even met, played some, and they disappear, others pop up every few months “Oh, we should get together” and then gone again.


Now, a mean spirited person might read this and think “Well look in the mirror bitch” but luckily I have looked in the mirror, and while I am not perfect, I am certainly not hard on the eyes.

I wonder, I am a very open person who generally does not compromise what I believe in, so is it possible that the clear implication that I am not seeking another Master put them off? If so, perhaps reading my profile and email would be a good idea….not just skimming and assuming their “dommy” will cover it. Come to think of it, if I was swayed by their “dommy” what about their follow through….apparently it leaves a lot to be desired. 

The thing is, if you are not interested, just say so, don’t just stop contact, it’s rude. Imagine you are sitting in a restaurant and having a nice conversation with the person at the next table, but they say something that annoys you, or you simply do not want to talk anymore….even in person, you can politely say “I have to take care of this work” or something similar, why is  online different? Ignorance is ignorance, and it is wrong.

I want to finish this off with the FACT that I am very fortunate. I have a Master I adore, a few play friends I can trust, though sadly most of them are not close by….still, they are friends and I (we) trust them, I count that as very lucky.

Follow through people, even a “You’re not my type”, or “Things just got crazy at work and home” whatever…..respond, close it off, don’t be a rude ass that our next generation gets to use as their reference….you want respect? Earn it.


Some Days 2

Now, I purposely gave this post the same title as yesterdays post as I know that many people may have found that post “a downer” instead of appreciating the sharing, and baring of my thoughts and feelings.

But that’s alright, I understand that many people follow my blog simply for the dirty pics, stories etc that I post. Not that I blame them, I love porn pics and stories too, but, I way more enjoy a blog I can connect to, one I can see is pouring out pieces of themselves, that hopefully also has porn 🙂

So if you continued to read here’s a treat;

mmmm talk about covering all the bases, would so love to plan an evening like this!


Some Days

Some days are good, some days are not so good, I am sure this is true for everyone.

Today is/was a not so good day, I was looking forward to a little quiet happy hour time all alone,

Some time sneaked in, unknown… me that free feeling, but it was not to be.

I arrived at my happy hour destination after all my errands and the rain started.

So hard I could hardly get out of the car, and if I did, I’d be soaked in seconds.

Anyone who lives in So. Fl knows, the rain can last 5 minutes, or 2 hours.

I sat in the car waiting, looking at the sky and willing it to stop.

Finally I put the key back into the ignition and drove home.

My rational self winning the battle;

Why sit and wait for 2 glasses of wine and maybe 45 minutes of space?

Go home, I had wine at home…..just go home.

So home I am, a little sad and looking at a clearer sky with the sun shining.

Did I need this time so much? Should I have waited?

Better question…..Why did I feel I needed this time so much?


Resisting the chain

When he came into her home office she was working.

She was overloaded and stressed.

He had finished for the day and was looking forward to relaxing.

He came in to tell her he was going for a walk but stopped when he saw her.

Her hair all mussed, no makeup on, eyes straining at the monitors in front of her.

He stood at the door and waited.

Finally she muttered and looked up, he could sense her struggle for patience.

“Yes Master, is there something I can do for you?”

He knew her well, he knew her mood, he knew she worked hard to respect protocol in these moments.

Knowing she would not react well, he decided to go ahead with a desire he’d just had.

“Yes slut, you can remove your clothes, get on your knees and crawl after me”

Her eyes widened “But Master, I have so much to do”

“Are you questioning me slut?” he said with a low warning in his voice.

He could hear her reluctance “No Master” she said in a low voice.

With a last look at her monitors she pressed the sleep button and removed her clothes under his watchful eye.

“I haven’t showered today Master” she said as she sank to her knees.

“I know slut, come with me”

She crawled after him to the bathroom, where he had her heel and he started the shower. He left her there waiting and went to the toy box. When he returned he exchanged her regular collar for the wider one, and made sure she could see the leash.

“You may rise to shower quickly slut”

She stood under the water, her face telling the tale of worry and reluctance.

She stopped the water and stepped out. He dried her with a towel, ordered her to her knees and attached the leash to her collar.

He pulled at the leash and lead her to the back door. He felt her hesitate and he turned to her; “Is there a problem slut?”

She measured his look and lowered her head “No Master” she muttered.

He opened the door and took her out the the middle of the yard, to their picnic table and he had her lay across the table face up, legs spread wide.

Again she pulled away a bit until she saw the look on his face.

He fastened her hands with rope together above her head, ran the rope under the table and attached each ankle to on of the other ends.

Then out came the whip. He knew that nothing would make her forget her deadlines, stress and work worries better than striking burning pain. And nothing would relax him more than hearing her scream, cry and beg for mercy.

He raised his hand, growing hard as she whimpered, shutting her eyes…..