Don't worry I'm the Captain of a motorboat

Earlier this week I attended a local BDSM club meeting with the sweet sub. Last minute plans entailed my inviting a close friend of mine as well and we were off.

Upon arriving, the sweet sub was as handsome as usual and dressed as a mild mannered frat boy (how can someone look so innocent but be so naughty?). We settled in as best we could in the tightly packed large group and began making the most of the happy hour.

We were "lucky" enough to sit by two older ladies who were polite enough to my friend and I. But, when given the opportunity to chat up the sweet sub, they went in for the kill! I've never seen cougars up close and personal but it was amusing at best. I made a few exchanges of phone numbers and email as well but was excited to know that many people assumed the sweet sub was mine. It may have been my "Don't fuck with me" look and whomever was within proximity of me it engulfed so they thought, "we better not fuck with him either" haha. But we made sure to tell people that we weren't together. He was free to roam and be mauled and pawed by all cougars alike.

If it sounds like I'm a bit jealous, I'm not, if anything I'm only jealous that he showed them his pink panties and I've yet to get a in-person show. It doesn't help that out of the men who gave me their numbers/emails, one was definitely NOT my type (think homeless chic), one was just too young (18 to be exact and he smokes and chews tobacco!), one was married but assured me his wife wouldn't mind him kneeling for me (uh huh...riiight), and one proclaimed if I ever needed a good motor-boating he would be free.

I can't help but giggle at the thought of me ever being so desperate I'd call that gentleman for a good motorboat session.

Ahh, men and their silly dreams.

One year older and hornier

Last week was my birthday and threw a big celebration as is tradition. It was a fun night filled with all my favorite things: costumes, laughs, and of course drinking.

Each year my friends struggle to get me the "perfect" gift. They call or text me trying to wrangle ideas from me, they attempt to trade ideas when I'm not around...they really do try.

But not one of them managed to get me the one thing I really wanted...

A nice submissive boy-toy for me to play with.

When blowing out the candles on my cake I really did think hard about such a boy, all wrapped up, nearly naked in some cute, slightly tight undies (or not!), topped off with a bow. Mmm!

I hope that it would look a lot like this and he'll take my birthday spankings...

 Happy Birthday to me!

Rant: You're just boring me

Last week I was speaking with a friend of mine who had a problem with my blog. She told me: I hate that you say we are mundane. Why do you do that? The "we" she is referring to are the non BDSM vanilla folks. What's interesting is that I have gotten this complainant before. Many people have a problem with my using of the word mundane.  

Let's make this simple: I call you mundane because you are boring.  

At least to me.

It's not meant in a derogatory way. In my mind a life that doesn't involve some form of kinkiness seems quite frankly...unappealing. It is one of the few reasons why I also think we are not all meant to be put into such boxes. Some people are fine with routine and the "mundane" things that vanilla relationships have to offer. But, honestly this regime just doesn't suit everyone and if we (non-vanilla) types were to be forced into such arrangements it would probably and usually does end badly.

For me, it doesn't really affect me whether or not if people are accepting of my choices in my personal life. It's refreshing that I find most kinksters feel the same. It's the vanilla folks that seem to be getting their granny panties in a bunch. Which leads me to believe it is similar to the mentality of someone who is very concerned about how they feel about themselves. They tend to focus mostly on what others think of them. This insecure behavior is unfortunate and I associate it as a sign of weakness. Part of what defines my dominant personality and Mistress-ness is that I am confident in myself. I don't give a flying fuck who thinks what of me or if I meet others standards. I only answer to myself and I only dance to the beat of my own drum.

So the question isn't why do I think you're mundane but more adequately: Why do you think you're mundane?

TMI Tuesday is back!

 

 I've got some free time, so I thought I'd help contribute to the revival of TMI Tuesday, if you haven't heard about how great it is...click that link above!

Franken-Toy

More and more I've been thinking about the various men I have met and been with throughout my life. Sometimes I find myself wishing I could take a small souvenir of them to build what I've dreamed in my mind as: Franken-Toy.

Franken-Toy would be my personal fuck toy. He would look, think, act, and do everything I wanted, sometimes without me having to say a word. Franken-Toy doesn't work, he doesn't have friends, he doesn't have hobbies, he is often seen not heard (if that's what I desire), and his sole purpose in life is to pleasure me. Oh yeah and he's all mine.

Let me give you the specifics of Franken-Toy (and just for the record making Franken-Toy from various men does not imply that I didn't like them for whom they were, or that I am currently desiring something different, just that my mind wanders late at night when I try to overturn the insomnia):

FRANKEN-TOY (From top to bottom then insides)

Has the hair of a surfer/model I dated in high school. This guy had jet black, thick hair that always tumbled in the most perfect way. It was extremely good for grabbing when he went down on me.

Borrows the eyes of my college professor whom I fucked (I already had an "A" in the class, he was just extra credit). He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen and they always looked friendly. They did that thing where they crinkle in the corners when he smiled...

Takes almost any nose of a guy I have dated. I have a thing for larger noses: think Ringo Starrish. Bonus points for it being pointy.

Shares a mouth from a one-night stand guy I met on Craigslist. He had full, plump, pink, very suckable lips...they were so hot I have almost forgotten the way his 10-inch cock felt inside me.

He's also taking the dimples of the local iHop waiter I recently encountered. Even though that waiter has many more assets to choose from...

..............down lower

He has the replica of the body of the bodybuilder I fooled around with. Just chest, arms, and legs. I hate bodybuilders and too much muscle in general but this guy was at the sweet spot before he got "too bulky". He was toned in all the right places and had beautiful abs.

The ass of a previous but recent sub is a must! Slightly tight but bouncy enough to spank and watch jiggle. Mmmm!

Let's take the feet from my first (and best friend). He is one of the few men I know who gets pedicures and takes care of his feet. I have a thing about feet and toes so whenever I see his I get excited because they are above average in cleanliness.

Ahh...now the most important part...his penis. I'm giving Franken-Toy the cock of my ex from a few years ago. I've been with a lot of men...a lot...but my ex had a stellar cock. It was not 8 inches (which I've read is the perfect length for most women) but it was about 7-7.5. It was pink, thick, uncut, and stayed rock hard for hours! He also always kept is cock oddly clean so I thoroughly enjoyed going down on him no matter when it was. When I told him he had the best cock I had ever had, I wasn't lying.

As for what I want his personality to be, I lied. I don't care what Franken-Toy wants. As I mentioned above, it's really all about serving me! If he's a good toy and listens to everything I say we'll get along just perfectly.

A collection of sorts

Last weekend seemed to be all about shopping and buying fun toys!

And on Sunday I met up with the sweet sub I talked about last entry but this time we met up at the mall to do some panty shopping. I've never been one for sissifying my sub but somehow the thought of this broad-shouldered beau in a pair of pink, tight panties really stirs something within me! As we riffled thru the store's baskets of clearance panties I was excited to watch him pick out underwear. It was an interesting insight into guys who wear these types of things. I teased him that he picked out more girly undies than I would've worn! But I guess if you're going wear women's clothing why not go all the way. The funniest thing to me was when we were checking out the cashier just assumed that the underwear was for me as she handed me the receipt even though he had paid...if only she knew!

He was gentleman throughout our shopping spree as we whisked from store to store where he ended up buying a cute french maid outfit but did not find anything worthy at the adult store.

All the shopping made me think of the things I already own that have made it throughout all my moves with me.  I have two toy boxes and this is mainly the "kinky" items not specifically BDSM related but still fun. So for curious minds, here are this Mistress' toys!

*Pictured from left to right: a Massage For Dummies mini book, KY His & Her Oils, Astroglide, Pasties, Cock rings, Edible body dust, Warming lubricant, Altoids, Sex dice, a Wireless Cock Ring, Cock sleeves, a Blindfold, Wireless nipple clamps, Flavored lubes, and some Sex coupons

This next box is mostly BDSM based. It might be my favorite! *Pictured from left to right: a CB-6000, Velcro adjustable leg-spreader, a Feather tickler, a Whip with metal ball chain tassles, Cyberskin-like dildo, Clothespins, Bondage tape, a Chain leash, Handcuffs, a Magic bullet, my Tie-Dye dildo, a Collar & leash, sleek Black dildo, a Red riding crop, another Feather tickler with tassles on one end, a Whip, my leather Paddle, a Slave bracelet, a Ball gag with mask, a Blindfold, a Flesh colored dildo, Ribbons, and a Pair of lacy gloves

These are the toys of my trade save for my corsets, heels, and such. I can't wait till I find a good little boy to start using all my fun stuff with again!


*Click pictures for a larger view

Two kinksters walk into a bar...

A few nights ago I went out to have drinks with someone I've been exclusively talking to online for about a year.

I knew that if we didn't meet in the next couple of weeks we probably never would. So we decided kinda spur of the moment to meet up at a bar. I was there a little bit early waiting for him when not one but two separate guys asked to buy me a drink, which I politely refused.

When my Fetlife friend finally came up I was shocked to see such a cute guy. I give people the benefit of the doubt and assume that like most internet users everyone is putting their best...er..picture forward. Therefore I was pleased to learn that not only was he adorable but he was normal and he only stared at my breasts a couple of times (he was such a sweetie).

We chatted about a few random things but my mind couldn't help wandering off when there was silence what he'd look like on his knees looking up at me with those big blue/green eyes of his. With me issuing commands while pulling swiftly on the leash around his neck, giving him a much needed spank occasionally.

My extremely naughty mind felt guilty because he did seem like such an innocent boy. But admittedly that just turns me on more to know that I am corrupting someone! So while sweet sub talked about a basketball game that was on, I imagined wrapping a ball gag around his mouth. Tsk tsk.

Is this what women usually get angry at men for doing? Is this what one would call "objectifying"? If so I think he'd be okay with being the object of my lust for a few hours.

So you wanna be in a moovie?

Would you be into doing a short adult movie?

That was the first text I woke up to a couple days ago. Here I was thinking that I was losing my edge, sexiness, and overall wild womanly ways; thinking I was being left out of all the fun. But, it seems I stand corrected.

It's funny that I got this message because just a month ago I was asked by a new plus-size fetish site if I would consider posing for their site. There's enough Mistress L to go around but I politely declined, due solely to the nature of my job and what affect that could have on it if that site was ever found out. The text from a Craigslist fuckbuddy from a year ago seemed less daunting, less public.

I decided to get some details on the matter but not before flirting endlessly with him. I haven't seen the guy in about 11 months, but he is a handsome fellow, with a cute voice, rugged but charming face, and is a bit of a tease. It doesn't hurt that he's slightly exotic (he's Egyptian) and hung like a horse, well a 10-inch horse that is.

Needless to say I was a bit excited about the offer. There wouldn't be any BDSM involved just good ol' sex and from what I know thus far, it's a friend of his and himself who have in their spare time been making amateur adult films with girls they know. It all seems harmless and fun and I am seriously contemplating partaking in their activities. I have nothing to lose...and it won't be like it's the first time I've ever been filmed!

What do you think my lovely readers: Am I being too wild and throwing caution to the wind or should I just enjoy the experience? Please cast your vote to the right by March 1st!

Rant: Who cares what you want anyway?

If you're a submissive male and you've signed yourself up for BDSM, you might as well signed in blood. You beg, plead, throw grown men tantrums, and all but cry to get the things you "want". But honestly it's never about what you want.

Part of your submissive appeal is that you are just that...submissive. If you haven't already, go look that up...I'll wait. Yes, see the part where it says 'submitting'? Ahh, glossed over that little bit did ya? Well next time re-read carefully! If you have been chosen to be under my heel then you better damn well get use to the smell of feet. I don't know about other Mistresses but I have usually picked my submissive because we have the same sexual interests or he has been foolish enough to list them as "willing to try anything." I might even have given him the chance to explicitly tell me the things he most enjoys.

Boys, that's your one and only cue to tell me what you want, other than that don't mention it! I am tired of submissives writing me with lists of the things they will 'only' do but stating I can do whatever I like with them. Today class we'll learn the lesson of an oxymoron. But seriously guys, your place is to be submissive...cater to our every whim, please when me even I say I don't really want it, and to anticipate ways to make me smile.

In return you will get our happiness...and isn't that enough to make your balls tingle?

Vanilla, no sprinkles please

Sometimes it's just nice to fuck...or be fucked. I've been keeping BDSM in the back of my mind but it slowly slipped away as a hard cock filled me this weekend.

I forget how much I enjoy sex without the strings (literally) sometimes. There was no paddles, no whips, no chains, no commands, except the occasional call for more deep pounding, nothing fancy. There was no show to be made, no power-play to be had. I know it's hard to get out of our routines.

It can all be very exhilarating having a man or woman at your knees begging for more but, don't forget the fun vanilla sex can offer occasionally!