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?