No, really. I’m good.

I typically become profoundly uncomfortable when I cannot craft my thoughts or feelings into words. This becomes especially irritating when someone asks me how I am feeling, what I am thinking, and I am nonplussed and vacant, ready with neither quick quip nor reasoned, seasoned response. The capacity to think quickly and clearly is one…

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Right now.

I certainly do not submit explicitly for delicious gourmet chocolates.   However, if TheDominantGuy wants to give me a beautiful and delicious confection, I am not going to let that impede my service.   He purchased the pink leopard-print chocolate for Mrs. TheDominantGuy. Holy crap seriously, it is really good chocolate.   This week was…is…has…

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When it is simple.

I didn’t break down crying. There were no other witnesses. I felt no cosmic upheaval. It was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the country and I was in the middle of his dining room, in the middle of errands. We had been taking, since the day before, about expectations. He had…

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Quiet.

I handed over my cell phone with a wry smile when @TheDominantGuy held out his hand for it. Wednesday morning’s drive from the airport saw me handing over my external brain. I tend to be a bit of a mess without it to let me know where I am supposed to be and what I…

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I want.

I want to be…   Pleasing   Well-behaved   and   obedient.   I want to be pliant, compliant.   The empty vessel.   I want to be everything all of the time. I want to be sure-footed, confident. I want to be…perfect.     Problem is…   …my demon says, chewing thoughtfully on her…

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No Wrong Answers.

It is important for me to “get it right” when I’m explaining myself. Interestingly, I do this very well with little effort so when I feel like I’m missing the mark I have an initial “nose out of joint” moment until I remember “If they aren’t getting you, re-direct. It will come.”     This…

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My fat black ass.

Despite having no lack of photos of myself in compromising positions, every time I do a fetish shoot, or one where I’m gonna have my big old butt in the wind, I become a bit apprehensive. Yeah yeah fat is flabulous etc. But like anyone, I can be a little self-conscious when it comes to…

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A “Thank you!” and a “Bugger off!”

Dear concerned friends:   Every once in a while, I will share my life, my journey, my thoughts and fears and shit with someone on a personal level who has known me for some time. Maybe for years in the Leather / BDSM community. Perhaps from outside of the community. Or a friend I’ve known…

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Capitalize this.

Capitalization’s a tricky thing.   What gets caps and what does not when it comes to titles and people we have to address outside of their given names?   The shit’s Byzantine, man.   (I grabbed this from some grammar site where there was discussion about when pronouns are capitalized.) Names of relationships only when…

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How he does it.

“How does he dominate you?” I was a bit taken aback by the question, indeed by the entire situation. I was in Los Angeles, on an extremely raw, wet and chilly Friday night. I was making an appearance on an internet radio show with a panel of folks that consisted of myself, two other kinky…

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