Wine making wet

I was watching the movie "Sideways" today, and heard a vignette that moved Me. Like coaxing slaves to their full potential...
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Miles (trying to explain to Maya why he is so into Pinot Noir wine): "It's a hard grape to grow. As you know. Right? It's, uh, it's thin-skinned, temperamental, ripens early. It's, you know, it's not a survivor like Cabernet, which can just grow anywhere and thrive even when it's neglected. No, Pinot needs constant care and attention. You know? And, in fact, it can only grow in these really specific, little tucked-away corners of the world. And only the most patient and nurturing of growers can do it, really. Only somebody who really takes the time to understand Pinot's potential can then coax it into its fullest expression."

Shaving the edge

Mistress has been soaking in all the Conan O'Brien she can get of late. He's back My babies, and keeping it cool.

He turned a corner for Me when two things happened:
1 – NBC jerked him around and dumped him, creating an underdog antihero.
2 – He grew a beard.

What can I say. I've got a thing for tightly trimmed beards. And, perhaps, disempowered submissive men who need a bit of guidance. *smirks, looking at you…

One of My regulars called last night, extremely intoxicated, and ready to talk about the thing he shares with no one. Only the anonymous, on the end of a pay phone. Sliding blades over his scalp, and shaving off what's left of his head hair, turns him on to the rush of orgasm. We've even webcammed the debacle before, shaving patterns and trails through his head fuzz. He moaned while on edge, while I drew him in, sliding My words into his mind…

You're next.

A violin, and a voice

There's a song warming Me tonight. It's simple really. I've been haunted by the tune for a few years now, would hear it on NPR, or in the background of some convenient movie scene. Sticks to the ribs, makes Me feel satisfied and so…. I guess I'd say cared for.

"How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough, is forever enough?"

Finally got around to downloading it, "Lullaby" by the Dixie Chicks.

This would be the first Dixie Chicks song that really "got" Me.

It's cold outside, and thoughts of what matters, and who I do love, pang deep. Maybe it's part of our hibernation, our withdrawal. Quiet fire, probably a bit too much food, a few hugs and thoughts of the past. And yes, our luck with the present.

Will you, dear reader, be in My future?

Healing, you (edited)

Today is less about sales and seduction in Mistress land. I'm pondering BDSM in light of spirituality, and need to write a bit about this. I apologize for all the boners I'm about to kill, if indeed My words are that powerful.

I remember reading an article from "Loving More" magazine, which focused on D/s /BDSM etc. as a tool for deepening intimacy with primary partners. FYI – "Loving More" magazine is a resource for polyamorous people, to celebrate their particular way of loving. A grrlfriend gave Me the mag, in the way back time machine. I respected her way of loving others, even though I Myself am wired differently. I remember this article being the first time I'd really thought about BDSM as a healing tool, surrender and Dominance as a place to build trust, and walk through discomfort together. It blew My mind.

Sometimes I seek clarity about WHY I choose this profession of Dominance, and what My "get off" is. Rumblings and curiousity many years ago, slowly built. I became aware of a minority of men who aroused at the sting of a palm against their tender bits. Men who ached for permission to suck cock, while surrendering to a Woman like Me, who actually enjoyed their exploitation. After all, if I'm forcing you to do it, you're not gay... right? (cough)

For years now, I seek to educate Myself on the many fetishes swimming in our sexuality. "Every tool is a weapon, if you hold it right" said Ani Difranco. Our minds adapt and remap over time.

A huge part of My life focuses on spirit path and growth. If you're a regular reader, you've read a few past ponderances on how this mingles with surrender(yours specifically). Even while we walk through spun fantasies together, and share time driving your darkness... My strength brightens that hidden place. There are many flavors and nuances, yet bringing you acceptance, and allowing this darkness to breathe, offers healing. Not every Woman is built to bring you this.

"You just need more strength. Take mine. Really - I have too much of it." – George Sands.

My ultimate enjoyment in this profession, is acceptance and pursual of your surrender. In My twisted little way, if this brings you moments of peace, it makes Me feel… useful. Giving.

THIS is the She that drives the strapon. I may be bruising your hips with forceful fingers, yet deep inside Me, is the place I keep private, glowing with joy, that I've given a bit to you too.

Winter darkness

It's a very dark day, clouds and rain, temperature seems to hover near freezing. There are days when darkness muddles it's way up inside Me, and can strangely make My sessions better with a bit more bite. Your safety in My arms is always the top concern. Yet punishing a slave with a good hard spank, after I've had grumblies niggling Me all day long… Baby, sometimes that's the BEST kind of pain! I've had slaves tell Me they prefer sessioning with Me after I've had a difficult day, because I unleash much more.

Structuring your demise in My hands is always thoughtful on My part. I love studying you to find the right button to push, at which pulse.

Let us begin…

Power Out

It's a wet drippy humid day today. Storms have crept in this weekend, and today they strut their stuff – we just lost power, here in My neighborhood. Unusual for My location in Suburbia. Makes a Girl consider how reliant she becomes on such things.

I have been just plain unavailable to you boys this past week, and I do miss you. I have a slave who's wanting oh so much of My time, and very willing to compensate Me for it. I think that's what any good Mistress wants, a few dedicated slaves to feed and fleece, over years of servitude. Over time, I've had a few boys that very much received honest affection from Me.

Ah, I hear sirens down the street. Something must be up with this electric grid I'm wired to. We'll assume if I post this, the power to My ISP router is back and in action!

Blossom and ache

Overcast day, and Mistress decides it's time to whip out Her mighty laptop, and do what everyone else does these days. Sit at a coffee shop, watching others in their bubbles. Guess at what they're really like. Make up stories about their worlds, while I sip My steaming tea.

Pardon, a sweet little hippy chick, wearing snug tights that might just reveal if she shaves tween those thighs…. Just wandered up to the counter to buy her coffee. Curious. One of those attractive yet forgettable sights.

Today a slave with the darkest skin (if his words match his dermis) called, aching for My warmth. I smiled a bit when he said, with choked up voice and such sincerity, "I want to wrap my arms around your thighs and squeeze the juice right out of you." See a man like that is designed for My work. Throbbing with want and seeking the scent.

I taunted him into such a frenzy, letting him near without sealing the deal. He gasped and shuttered, almost crying in ache. Yes. Yes.

He reached a destination after a bit of work, predictably. And I took what was mine, yet again.

I am pleased.