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What I am not

So I went to check out a bdsm studio the other day. Because I am seriously interested to go be a professional dominant. I came in, had a chat with the owner, a lovely lady who obviously took pride in her work. I had a small tour of the place and it was an awesome studio. Well decorated and well stocked on equipment.

We talked about the more practical stuff about if I would be starting there. That I could start with a day in the weekend. But I had to do my own marketing. All pretty valid points. Even the money and distance part wasn’t bad or discouraging.

What just didn’t sit with me right is the fact that she said that I would need to be more over the top. More the typical strict mistress in a pretty shiny outfit.
That would mean that I wouldn’t be myself. I would be a different persona. I would be playing a part. I’m not some strict mistress in shiny latex yelling commands at a groveling sub.

Hell no.

I am not that kind of person. I will not change who I am. I get the concept that it’s your job and with a job you have to act a certain way and be nice to people you’re usually not nice to. Or the other way around in this case. But doing that, for me, part of the experience is lost. Part of the magic is gone. Part of the chemistry would be gone.

So that got me wondering. I wondered if there are professional dominants out there that are like me. No screaming, no bitchyness, no getting all dolled up and dressed pretty for the submissive. Just being yourself, enjoying it all.

 

I am not a dominant who needs clothing to assert her dominance. I can be dominant naked or in a baggy pants and sweater just as good.

I am not someone who asserts her dominance by screaming and being bitchy.

I am not someone who plays her part and portrays herself differently than she is.

 

I am a caring person.

I am who I am, no matter what I wear.

I am proud of my dominance, the way I do things.

I am not ashamed of myself

I am happy with my life and the relationships in it.

 

But I certainly wouldn’t mind giving being a professional dominant a try, as long as I can still be me.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Tea date

I checked my phone again for the time and looked at the board. He could be coming around the corner any second now. I’ll admit, I’m not that nervous with dates but it’s always a little exciting. Judging just by his pictures he was darn cute but people are always a little different on pictures. I instantly recognized him from his pictures as he walked around the corner and he recognized me as well. Hard to miss a tall lady like myself. He came in for a handshake but I instantly waved it away for a big hug.

We walked towards the nearest pub we could find because of course, hail came raining down upon us. Sitting down, I had a good look at him while sitting across from him. Very handsome and adorable. Before we met up, we had been chatting for quite a bit and I did mention something about getting very wet and wondering how he would look between my legs. After chatting for a bit, the thought crossed my mind again. I decided I definitely would want him between my legs. Then and there I made up my mind, I had to have him.

After a few drinks we decided to go to another place and we sat opposite of each other again. Further along the conversations, I slowly started to make my move. Crossing my legs, I made sure to have my leg next to his. And I slowly started to caress his leg with my foot. Just subtle enough to be maybe incidental. His body language changed slightly and I kept doing it. The conversation changed and I don’t remember what it was but he was wondering about me behaving. I put my hand on his knee and his expression changed. Slowly stroking it I kept looking him into his eyes and I saw him shiver. I felt his leg starting to tremble when I kept stroking it. He obviously didn’t see it coming and he was totally adorable. I decided it was time for some more action and suggested we go outside for a walk. He agreed and we went outside. Coming out of the pub I grabbed his arm and hooked mine into it. I guided him while we walked and at a nice and quiet spot I turned in front of him and kissed him. I felt his resistance melt away after a few seconds and he returned the kiss. I felt my pussy become more and more wet between my legs and I broke off the kiss again. We walked further until I saw a park. It looked nice and quiet and I dragged him along with me.

I stopped him under a tree and started kissing him again. Slowly his hands became more daring and he cupped one of my breasts. I grabbed him by his ass and pulled him against me. I felt his erection through his pants and started grinding my body against it a bit. One of my hands wandered to his head and grabbed him by the back of his hair. I pulled a bit and broke the kiss. Looking at him, I let my other hand wander to the front of his pants and softly stroked it with my fingertips. His hand slowly made its way to the front of my body and he slowly pulled up my skirt. I grabbed his hand and while pulling it to the side I softly said no. With a whimper he kissed me again and I kissed back. Softly biting his lips, I caught myself and let go again. Trying to restrain myself I grabbed his chin and pushed him back a bit.

His hand was slowly wandering to my front again and he looked at me.

‘Go on’  I said.

He didn’t waste any time and pulling up my skirt he made his way to my pussy. By this time I was utterly soaked already and it even started leaking through my panties. He gasped, feeling how wet I was and slowly let his fingers explore. Wanting to keep him on edge I grabbed his arm again and removed it from my wetness. A slight groan escaped him when I grabbed his erection and squeezed. Turning me on with his groaning I started kissing him again. His hands wandered towards my ass and cautiously he started his fondling. I let him for a bit and I grabbed his arms again. Emphasizing it again with a soft no while looking into his eyes.

Even though we both were horny as hell, I noticed that he was shivering and suggested that we should walk back. On the way home again, I couldn’t stop grinning. Knowing that this would only be the beginning.

 

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Sinful Sunday: Oral Pleasure

This Sinful Sunday I’m giving you another glimpse of my sissy slut. He loves to pleasure me and if he’s been good I let him. Definitely a lot of fun to tease him thoroughly before letting him have his release.

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Sinful Sunday: Boobs in Bed

This Sinful Sunday it has been time for some boobs again from me.

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Sinful Sunday: Sissy in trouble

This Sinful Sunday I’ll give you a glimpse of my lovely sissy slut. He still needs some more practice to be a good girl so I give it to him. What do you think? Want to see more of him?

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Sinful Sunday: Knotty fun

This Sinful Sunday, after being away for quite a while, I’m back again, this time with some knotty fun! I’ve been keeping myself busy with dates and fun. I certainly enjoy being the one doing the tying up and being in control but occasionally with the right person I don’t mind being tied up in knots. Turns out, even with bad circulation, I make quite a good bunny!

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