Did anyone see CSI this weekend with Lawrence Fishburne (My, he's gotten a little plump!) The title of the show was, "The Panty Sniffer" - and brought Me many thoughts of you, dear ones. I remember one character going on about the aroma of a woman being distinct as a wine, with subtle nuances that many could not appreciate. And yet again, Mistress waits for a character on a mainstream show, who's a fetishist, BDSM enthusiast... and is written in a sympathetic or positive light.
Not all panty sniffers are murderers, hm?
Actually I have no data or studies on this. I assume.
Weather has been playing multiple personality this past week or two. Several days of chill and rain, with one or two days that POP with sunlight. I have to study the weather reports and pre plan My outdoor workouts!
A few dancing opportunities this weekend. Might have to go to all of them!
April 6, 2010
March 20, 2010
Elsewhere for a bit, and dance
Oh sweet boys and girls, we might have to share a bump... in the road! Mistress is yet again entering the, "Working a corporate contract" Zone. This means? I'm going to be less available for our hot little sessions. Think of Me toiling away in vanilla land, and shed a tear or two if you like.
I tend to do this once a year, just to get out and about. Sometimes making a living at this particular vocation (phone Dominatrix) can be socially isolating. You can end up in your own little bubble, and forget how to converse without a whip in your hand. We all need face time now and then yes?
Went to a dance last night and who knew, I've still got it. Grooving hips, hop kicks, an occasional bellydance back bend. That did bring a round of applause at one point. Oh yes, the social awkwardness of shouting over loud music to hot new play things. My pipes are still a little sore today.
Although I'll face the slight sting, and still chat with you... cash or credit? *giggle
I tend to do this once a year, just to get out and about. Sometimes making a living at this particular vocation (phone Dominatrix) can be socially isolating. You can end up in your own little bubble, and forget how to converse without a whip in your hand. We all need face time now and then yes?
Went to a dance last night and who knew, I've still got it. Grooving hips, hop kicks, an occasional bellydance back bend. That did bring a round of applause at one point. Oh yes, the social awkwardness of shouting over loud music to hot new play things. My pipes are still a little sore today.
Although I'll face the slight sting, and still chat with you... cash or credit? *giggle
March 3, 2010
Wrap Me in Velvet
I felt like I'd wrapped My hands around an apple, and bit. One of My very favorite movies in the world is, "Henry and June", and I've just had the chance to watch it, again. A submissive man recently offered this DVD as a gift of remembrance I think. That, and it pleased Me.
Watching it brought up so many rustlings, memories of discovery. I was just barely settled in My 20s when I first viewed the flick. Remember VHS? And NC-17. This movie was an impetus for creating that MPAA rating. Yes, it's that fucking hot.
The movie's about the closeness of writers Henry Miller and Anais Nin (played by Fred Ward and Maria De Medeiros). France, 1930s. Kevin Spacey plays a supporting character. And then there's Uma Thurman playing June, Miller's wife. My god she's exquisite. At first, her character's awkward use of language, and muddle of coarse elegance, rhythm strangely (much like this sentence). June comes across as a woman never comfortable in her skin, and used to drama, seduction. The dense cake you know you'll pay for later. The 3rd drink that ushers another hangover.
Yes, that's her.
Obsession, lust and guilt. Discovering new and changing tastes, Anais offers her beauty and money, to share company with this crowd of curiosities. We see contortionists, whores, johns, brutes, sex with force, sex with passion. It's curious, and of interest, yet somewhat subdued and just another texture. At least, to the French.
Offer yourself the pleasure of seeing this film. Dive in and slather it over your skin. And think of Me. Purring.
Watching it brought up so many rustlings, memories of discovery. I was just barely settled in My 20s when I first viewed the flick. Remember VHS? And NC-17. This movie was an impetus for creating that MPAA rating. Yes, it's that fucking hot.
The movie's about the closeness of writers Henry Miller and Anais Nin (played by Fred Ward and Maria De Medeiros). France, 1930s. Kevin Spacey plays a supporting character. And then there's Uma Thurman playing June, Miller's wife. My god she's exquisite. At first, her character's awkward use of language, and muddle of coarse elegance, rhythm strangely (much like this sentence). June comes across as a woman never comfortable in her skin, and used to drama, seduction. The dense cake you know you'll pay for later. The 3rd drink that ushers another hangover.
Yes, that's her.
Obsession, lust and guilt. Discovering new and changing tastes, Anais offers her beauty and money, to share company with this crowd of curiosities. We see contortionists, whores, johns, brutes, sex with force, sex with passion. It's curious, and of interest, yet somewhat subdued and just another texture. At least, to the French.
Offer yourself the pleasure of seeing this film. Dive in and slather it over your skin. And think of Me. Purring.
February 24, 2010
Just the Flax, Ma'am
The weather this past week was so lovely, I got a good 10 miles of hiking, in it! Oh glorious warmth!
And today, grudging My ass out the door for a 5 mile walk with a buddy of mine, well, it's going less swimmingly. It's important to keep My head crushing thighs tight, although this overcast bullshit weather, just ain't right!
In other news….
My recent conversion of dietary fixation is raw flax seed with My meals. Oh yummy Omega-3s swimming in My veins… It might be a placebo effect, yet this week while grinding My groove on these sweet little seeds, My body's felt a bit more smooth, chipper. I felt some kind of OOMPH with each little tablespoon of golden goodness. Thanks to the slave who bought Me the ultra fancy coffee grinder, that I've converted to a supplement slusher!
Oh – sidebar – flax seeds do not crush gently into that good night, with a standard mortar and pestle. Gotta get the blades out!
I'm being tutored by a Master I've much esteem for, and recent studies, at My request, are wrestling maneuvers. I've got a live submissive slave who gets ultra aroused by a strong girl, crushing him under her half nelsons…
I'll, keep you posted.
February 5, 2010
February 2, 2010
Smart boy on sabbatical
After a fairly glorious weekend of sun, we've entered into the overcast blah zone this week. Lots of rain and grey darkness during the day. Mistress likes sun on her skin, more than mist.
I've been sad about losing Conan O'Brien for late night company, in between talking with the likes of you. He's such a zany man, and intelligent. I've started researching the boy since he and NBC said farewell. His father a doctor at Harvard, his mother a lawyer, he himself a valedictorian and a magna cum laude graduate of Harvard.
You know what boys with big brains do to Me… *purr….
Granted his awkward redness and pale skin do distract, but I think he'd be a tolerable playmate. Don't you?
Come back soon Conan. Many of us miss you.
I've been sad about losing Conan O'Brien for late night company, in between talking with the likes of you. He's such a zany man, and intelligent. I've started researching the boy since he and NBC said farewell. His father a doctor at Harvard, his mother a lawyer, he himself a valedictorian and a magna cum laude graduate of Harvard.
You know what boys with big brains do to Me… *purr….
Granted his awkward redness and pale skin do distract, but I think he'd be a tolerable playmate. Don't you?
Come back soon Conan. Many of us miss you.
January 20, 2010
Flog bytes
Hello little sodomites and troglodytes! Oh, I assume too much…
The new year has snuck up on Me, and overturned My get up and go. I'm feeling a bit frumped and overwhelmed. Getting taxes in order, filing this form and that. Oh the horror…. *hehe
I do so enjoy your demise. And those little grunty moans you bring out to play ;) And now for something completely different:
My hand, and a juicy wench, January 2010. Yummy, hm?
Tonight, if you'd believe Me, I'm getting together with a friend in the BDSM community. He's a national title holder (Master/slave) and we're doing a lesson on florentine flogging. We've got a nice plump girl to work on. Apparently when working on aim, it's good to work with larger targets, then move to the skinny bitches later! Heheh
Caning, spanking, crushing nuts, THESE things I have plenty of practice in. Very curious to see how flogging feels. Giving it, anyway!! More later!
The new year has snuck up on Me, and overturned My get up and go. I'm feeling a bit frumped and overwhelmed. Getting taxes in order, filing this form and that. Oh the horror…. *hehe
I do so enjoy your demise. And those little grunty moans you bring out to play ;) And now for something completely different:
My hand, and a juicy wench, January 2010. Yummy, hm?
Tonight, if you'd believe Me, I'm getting together with a friend in the BDSM community. He's a national title holder (Master/slave) and we're doing a lesson on florentine flogging. We've got a nice plump girl to work on. Apparently when working on aim, it's good to work with larger targets, then move to the skinny bitches later! Heheh
Caning, spanking, crushing nuts, THESE things I have plenty of practice in. Very curious to see how flogging feels. Giving it, anyway!! More later!
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