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I am not a professional, but a passionate edgeplaying amateur, who delights in the deep intimacy and love that I find in a submissive's suffering and surrender. I like a sub to be someone I can talk to as well as beat, someone who will take me out to dinner as well as wash the dishes when I cook at home. I love to laugh and to talk and to learn. I decorate in book, and am teaching myself Spanish for no other reason than that I want to learn. I am also writing a novel. My hair is down to my hips, my feet are sensitive, and I adore corsets. And I like men who are rough in bed; I am, and I want to get that back. Hey, dominant fellows? If you can parse the difference between bottoming and submitting, we might get to be friends who fuck on occasion. On all fours, pull my hair, bite my shoulders...that's fun. I love the uncertainty in your eyes when I'm fastening the cuffs on your wrists, the way your thighs tremble with fear when your cock is rigid with desire, the sweat on your forehead and the shiver down your back as you take in the sensation of the cane stripe across your ass. I love the little noise and quiver you make when you hear me laugh deep in my throat before I bite the inside of your thigh while my long, soft hair is still slithering down to pool over your balls. I love looking at the vulnerable pain on your face just before you come. I want to bite your cane welts and make you beg, and hold you to me afterwards. I want your hands serving me washing dishes and holding doors and dancing clever inside my body to make me come again, as often as I want. I want your intelligence and your skill and all your wonderful masculinity....kneeling in the strength of worship to me. The predator in me wants to stalk you, chase you down (even if only across a bed) knock you down and devour you, tenderly and mercilessly. So here's what you need to know before you write:
  • Be within 50 miles of me. If you are outside the USA, don't bother; if you are from another state (with a few exceptions, and you know what they are) don't bother. If you're closer to Michigan or Kentucky than you are to Indianapolis, don't bother. I want a realtime relationship with someone local enough to see regularly. Relationship also means I'm not interested in playing with you just because you're in Indianapolis for the weekend.
  • Be either single or in an open relationship. Open relationship means that I can speak to your spouse about boundaries and limits. You may like going home with a welt on your ass, but I won't do it if it will freak out your wife, and I'd like to discuss it with you both before I put the first welt on your ass. I also don't want your wife coming after me with a gun.
  • tolerant of liberal politics and non-mainstream religious practices. You are not required to believe as I do, but you need to be able to be around this without difficulty. I am pagan and speak of my deities as my Lord and my Lady and regard myself as in service to Them.
  • without allergies to cats. I own them, the hair is on my clothes, enough said.
  • A working knowledge of polyamory is a plus, as is bisexuality. No, I am not leaving my husband for you. No, this is not cheating. Yes, we can all three go to dinner and enjoy ourselves as friends.
  • Must be free to attend area events with me. This currently means being free on Saturday nights, when I play at a local dungeon. If you can't, you'll be taking me out and spending more money on me during the week, fair warning. And I do all my meetups there. So if you are absolutely against any public anything, then pass me by. I am part of the local scene and like public play.
  • Must be a masochist who enjoys reasonably heavy impact play. I don't do much bondage, and while a service sub is okay, I'd really prefer someone who can wash my dishes naked with bruises on his ass from last night's play. That's really pretty.
  • I also do electrical play, needle play and knife play. I am respectful of hard limits, but if you haven't tried it, please consider giving it a shot. You never know, it might work for you. And don't worry, I'm poly, remember? I have people who will bottom to me for that stuff. You don't have to be perfect for me to want you.
  • Please be willing to share interests and time outside the dungeon and open to becoming friends. I'd like to spend some time online hanging out and in person just hanging out, perhaps with a little D/s running but nothing hugely overt. I'm not here to find pay pigs or to do financial domination, but if buying me corsets or shoes makes you happy, I am happy too, and will wear them with glee. I look profoundly amazing in a corset. And I'd rather have books than anything else, really. I just got a Kindle and so Amazon cards mean I'll have a new book to read in the bathtub, which is one of my great happy places in life.
  • I'm really not into crossdressing, except for the purposes of laughing at a great big manly man in silly panties. I just can't seriously tell him he looks pretty. Sorry, fellas. If you're genderqueer or transgender, that's fine, just tell me the pronoun you want and we'll go on.
  • I will not do breathplay, whether by facesitting, choking, or any other format. The line between "fuck that's hot" and "Oh, holy shit, wake up, please wake up!" is entirely too thin and not something I am comfortable playing with. In scene, I will flirt with the symbology of it but I don't like taking the risk of actually doing it.
There are many things, including strapon play, humiliation, and watersports, that I don't do with just anyone, but in a committed d/s relationship, I'd be willing to discuss doing. So it's not that I'm not into extreme kinks, I just don't do them randomly. I can play at your level, whether it is low pain or high, quite happily. Invest the time, and you'll get what we both want. I do casual play and meet people at a local swing club. I am happy to meet you there, but will not meet you for coffee or dinner. Blame your fellow submissives, who have stood me up once too often. Coffee and dinner are for after I've met you. If you want to meet me, come to Klub Layden in Muncie, IN, on a Saturday night. I am well-known, and you can easily have a staff member introduce you to Lady Alexandra. I'd also like to point you to this essay by Pepomint on negotiating play parties, which will help you gentlemen a lot in figuring out how to actually meet and be successful with kinky women: http://freaksexual.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/how-to-negotiate-play-parties-for-men/

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3/2/2014 4:42:41 PM

I will not be online very much in the coming weeks, but rest assured that I will try to get my mail in a regular fashion and respond. 

 

My best wishes to all my friends new and old.


11/24/2013 4:32:48 PM

Long play, part 3:

 

We both stripped naked, and he pulled me to him, kissing me, whispering how much he loved me and how desperate he was. I pushed him onto his back and watched with a smile as my little knife, dagger-shaped and dull for safety, ran up from his ankle to his calf, making him settle into his totally vulnerable submissive state. Gods above and below, but I wanted to eat him alive. I had an audience at the door, so I played with him with the knife until he was so turned on that my tongue gently wrapping the head of his cock was too much. Now I was ready to fuck him. I settled down onto him, my body engulfing his cock, and moaned at the sensation. Yes. He tried to thrust, but I shifted my weight and smothered him with my tits for a long moment, and when he had taken a breath again, he looked up at me, pupils completely blown, and said, "I love you so much, Mistress. Anything, hurt me, cut me, choke me, take me, yes, yes. All of it, yes!" I rode him to two orgasms for me, then, feeling a little dizzy, decided now he would get what I promised. NOW he'd get to fuck me.

 

And fuck me he did, desperate and bestial, passionate as a thunderstorm, and the joint orgasm was sweet and luscious. He almost passed out. I held him for a while, and then said, "Is your head clear? Cause I had just about enough orgasms to get me going...and your hand is free." He laughed and took the cue.

 

God, I love being fingered by someone who knows what they're doing, and he does. Thumb on my clit shaft, two fingers crooked hard tapping my G-spot in just the right rhythm. He's worked out the sequence that unlocks the squirt, and as I felt that warm rush in my pelvis, I just let it go and loved it. Twitching in aftershock as he licked his fingers clean and kissed me, I said, "Hitachi." He grinned and grabbed the Magic Wand, and I showed him the exact angle and pressure that does it for me. I shook, cried out, and squirted like a fountain, all the way to my feet. Beautiful. NOW I was done.

 

Some friends passed the door and made comments, laughing...."SOMEONE had fun!" "Damn, who spilled their drink?" "Cleanup on aisle 1" and the like. I will have to get a shower curtain to put down, it seems. I'll remember that, next time.

 

Next time? This Friday night. I'm already thinking of things to do.....

 


11/24/2013 9:53:10 AM

Long play, part 2:

 

My husband can eat pussy better than any man I have ever met. He proved that he hadn't forgotten what I liked as I leaned hands on his belly and watched the truly lovely face of my submissive boy as he sucked his first cock. He was in a lovely trance, and enjoying himself greatly. After a couple of orgasms I slid off to the side of the bed, knowing my boy's jaw would get tired soon, and when it did I lubed my hand again and finished my husband off with my hand. He came with a shout into the other hand, cupped to receive it, and as he panted in the afterglow, I turned to my boyfriend, eyes sparkling, come pooled in my palm and dripping from my fingers. "Clean this up," I said, and he groaned in pleasure, licking it clean and then falling to his knees to hug my feet. "You are so good to me," he said in a thickly aroused voice.

 

I got baby wipes out and cleaned my husband up and reassured him that no, he really did have feet, and finally we all went out to the main area of the club. I left my stuff there in the bedroom; I had plans for the boyfriend for later. The demonstration on needle play was just starting, and that's something that interests me, so I got more soda and sat down next to my boyfriend, and my left hand found his crotch.

 

He was sweating a little, keeping the moans back because it would have interfered with the presentation, and so hard he could have cut glass. Knowing that when I did let him fuck me (his preferred position for orgasm is missionary) he was going to be a beast, I could enjoy my own rising arousal and listen to the presenter and idly stroke his cock. About halfway through I went to the kitchen and got a cupcake topped with whipped cream icing. Of course, I licked the icing off. Slowly. So he could watch. He groaned and leaned over and said, "You are an evil cockteasing bitch. And I love you soooo much!" I smiled and snuggled against him and gave his balls a little squeeze. He wanted to touch me so badly, but no...I did want to hear all the presentation, after all. But at length it was over, and his desperation had me very aroused. Back to the bedroom, where I had a little blunt knife, and I left the door open so people could watch. My boy is such an exhibitionist.


11/23/2013 8:29:17 PM

Long play, part 1

I couldn't have done this when we first met. It took him knowing how lovely it is to be inside me, how wonderful I feel around him, the surpassing pleasure of orgasm deep inside me to really give this its teeth. It's best to deny someone a pleasure they know.

 

We talked on Wednesday, about life, and about how he'd loved last weekend. I said, "What if I made you suck a cock?" and he got hard. He didn't tell me, I could hear it in his voice, that little indrawn gasp. I grinned evilly on my end of the phone. "By the way," I said in that casual tone that he knows to fear, "You don't come til Friday."

 

Thursday night, I added watching me get fucked by someone else, and licking someone else's come off my breasts. 

 

And there were text messages. I thought it was only fair to let him know that I was having fun masturbating over the course of those three days. I let him know that my husband made me squirt on Friday morning. He would undoubtedly remember the occasion a few weeks ago when he learned that come, male or female, stings when you get it in your eyes. I had drenched his face.

 

To say that my boy was wound up by the time he came to pick me up for dinner was an understatement. I wore a low-cut top, so he could enjoy the view across the table.  We ate leisurely and discussed various things, ending up on the history of Christmas, of all things. We both knew there were things we couldn't talk about in public. Had the tables had cloths, I would have had my stockinged toes massaging his cock through his pants. As it was, I waited to do that til we got to the club.

 

We came in, locked up our coats, and I saw my husband was there. My husband of twenty years is also dominant, and bisexual, though he tends to prefer a babygirl on his knee to a sub boy at his side. My boy fetched him a drink and then sat down, and I swung my feet up into his crotch and began working on getting him hard. While we sat there, all our friends were coming over to see us, adding to his humiliation and exposure. He was miserable, but happy, and kept having to break off conversation to groan. I am pretty good at footjobs.

 

Given it was a busy night, I went and commandeered a bedroom right off, putting my bag in it and plugging in the magic wand and such. Then I asked my husband if he wanted me to play with him. Not that we can't do that where we're living, but it's a nice change to know a loud groan won't get an elderly demented man banging on the partition and going "Whazzat?"  And my husband tends to be nicely loud. I summoned my boy to come along. He could hand me more lube and baby wipes as I needed them. Plus, watching me enjoy my husband would make his arousal worse.

 

I kissed my husband, and rubbed breasts and long hair over his groin before slicking my hand and starting to work him. He groaned loudly and settled into it, and my submissive got closer, staring in fascination. I admit, my husband has a lovely cock. It's got a nice shape, not too thick but just enough for satisfaction, and not so long as to be painful. And, if my jaw would cooperate, perfect for sucking on. Alas, I must always outsource my cocksucking. And my boyfriend was right there, so close. Abruptly my husband said, "Someone needs to put my mouth on their cock."

 

I wiped away the lube, and watched with lustful fascination as my submissive dove onto my husband's cock like a starving dog on a steak. He had his eyes closed and a look of bliss on his face, and my husband was making noises that indicated the boy was doing well. I decided to add to his pleasure, and straddled his face.

 

More to come....


9/22/2013 8:48:02 PM

This is my life. 

 

I am posting a Very Serious Comment on consent on another website. My husband is making a tit flogger to replace the one he gave away this weekend to someone who had a birthday. He brought the finished flogger over to where I am sitting to show it off, and....

 

that's how it wound up that my husband was flogging the cat.
And the cat liked it.

 

We are deeply weird around here, that's all there is to it.


9/11/2013 10:28:17 PM

Profile picture hints for male submissives...

 

Women don't think the same as you do. 

 

Face shots, particularly smiling and generally happy are good. Shots of your body in general, such as chests or backs if you are toned (I personally love a nice toned back) are good. If such a shot should happen to include your cock, so be it, but really, most of us don't want to see it as a first profile pic. There's nothing wrong with a nice male rump, but that does not include a shot of you bent over with something shoved up it. Indeed, that is actively off-putting. On the other hand, I'm personally fine with a good pic showing bruising or welts, it's an assurance that you can take that level of play.  If crossdressing isn't a big thing for you...don't put a pic of you in panties up. Not all us ladies like to crossdress men, after all. Don't send the wrong signal. 

 

Of course, pictures of other things are fine; show your sense of beauty or of humor. I have messaged at least one person cold because he had an interesting picture, and the reason I am with my current submissive boyfriend is due to having seen that his profile pic was a LOLcat saying something witty that I agreed with...and then seen his profile was good...and he was local... and our kinks were compatible... and he proved intelligent and interesting when he wrote me back...and we clicked when we met...and he made me want to eat him alive and cherish him tenderly...and....

 

but the LOLcat was the start.

 

Just a word to the wise, fellas.


8/19/2013 9:00:13 PM

As of 8/19/13, I am looking for someone in the Indy area who is an experienced needle bottom to assist me in learning needle play.


8/7/2013 9:07:24 AM

My definitions, for the record:

Top: Someone in the active role. Example: swinging a flogger or giving a massage.

Bottom: someone in the passive role. Example: Being flogged, receiving a massage.

 

Dominant: Someone who prefers or is in a role of using power given to them by another in a power exchange relationship. This does not necessarily mean they are a top or a sadist in all circumstances.

Submissive: Someone who prefers or is in a role of giving personal power over to another person in a power exchange relationship. This does not necessarily mean they are a bottom or a masochist in all circumstances.

 

Sadist: Someone who enjoys causing pain (physical or emotional) to another. This may be a sexual response, or not.

Masochist: Someone who enjoys suffering pain(physical or emotional) at the hands of another. This may be a sexual response, or not.

 

 

Some dominants bottom, and remain in control of the action. Some submissives top to make their dominants happy. Not all dominants are sadists; some are even masochists. Not all submissives are masochists.

 

There is nothing wrong at all with being a bottom, not a submissive. Just be honest about what you're willing to give.

 


7/21/2013 5:25:58 PM

Why do I meet people only at Klub Layden? It is not due to being an employee there or getting some form of a kickback. No, sub men, it is because a lot of your brethren talk big and won't show. Online there are protestations that they are panting to be at my feet, but when I go to the restaurant? No show.

 

The Klub is a private club, with memberships available at the door. It is therefore not your house, nor mine. It costs less for you to attend than to take me out for a nice dinner. We can talk one on one, or you can talk to my friends about me. You can watch me scene with someone else to get an idea of my style, and if we are comfortable, you can get your ass beat or my toes in your mouth that very night. But if you don't show up, I'm not stuck sitting at a table looking at my watch and wondering if I should give you ten more minutes or not. I'm having fun with my friends.

 

So that's why, and besides; I think you'll like it if you come out.


7/9/2013 9:37:29 PM

The thing that captivates a female dominant is not your shyness, your unworthiness, your worthlessness, or your body or wallet, so don't put that foremost.

 

No, what captivates us and fixes our attention is the man who is confident, competent, intelligent, witty, and has many talents and skills....who lays it at our feet and says, "All of this, all of me, is yours to command." He does not do this randomly or at the drop of a hat. Sometimes he is a little bit of an introvert, sometimes a bit wary, and must be courted, must be shown that here he may trust. She too must trust that this one means what he says. They dance, first carefully, then with more confidence, until he can drop to his knees and give her authority, and she can take it with trust, assurance, and joy.

 

May all of us find what we seek.


7/3/2013 8:05:16 AM

I roll my eyes at the people who say it's so hard to find their desired partner. Why, yes, it is! Whether you are a vanilla person looking to marry once and forever, or a kinky person looking for someone who fits your kinks.  But I guarantee that it is harder if you sit behind the computer with a blank profile and complain.

 I am active in two area munches and one area club; I have been active in as many as six munches, but finances limit me these days. Are they packed full of either female dominants or male subs? No. Most of the dominants are male; most of the subs female. But there are always one or two female dominants, counting me, and a couple unattached male subs or female subs, or switches, every time I go to one. This is a surprisingly kinky area.

 But let me tell you something. Every. Single. Submissive. who has had the privilege of serving me over the last five years was a person I met face to face at a munch or at the club. Doesn't mean I'm taking my profile down. Doesn't mean anyone reading this should.

 But it does mean that if you find me really interesting, skip long messages about your fantasies, and just come over to Klub Layden in Muncie. Meet me in person, and we'll see what comes of it.

 If you're that scared of being kinky, if you're that shy, if you're that embarassed of yourself.... then go fix that, and come back. Because at least in my part of the world, you do best using the net to find where the kinky people are, and then going to meet them.


4/6/2013 8:55:18 PM

Had an accident with a meat slicer yesterday, and therefore won't be online much due to the difficulty in typing.

 

I'll post again when I'm back to normal.


3/16/2013 10:50:07 AM

I like consent. Not consent that is given grudgingly or unwillingly or given because you feel you owe me something. I don't like muddled, grey, uncertain, drunken, drugged consent.

 

I like my consent bright and shining and as obvious as a new penny on a white tiled floor. I want to know that you want me, that you want me to do these certain things to you, and that we've talked about where the hard limits are for both of us. In time will you possibly simply look up at me and say, "I trust you, Mistress?" Yes. And when you do we will both smile, because that will be all we need.

 

But for now, I want that lovely bright shining clear consent.


1/21/2013 11:18:01 AM

FYI, I am having home internet issues; I am not dead, I am not angry, I am just off line.


11/13/2009 10:51:20 PM
I do not understand people who beg to serve and then do not understand that the first requirement is to show up at the agreed upon time at the agreed upon place. One would think if they have made it to their mid-forties and are gainfully employed that they would have learned this.

I really don't ask for much. But I suppose that asking for honesty, openness, communication, and a true drive to serve is asking more than most guys want to give. Alas.

10/20/2009 4:50:27 PM

This is a statement on crossdressing.

 

It is not my kink.

 

Firstly, I'm not particularly femmed out myself. I have no interest in sitting round with another girl and giggling about boys and doing each other's nails and talking about shoes. I got over that in junior high. If I wanted it, I have female friends locally who would hang out with me. I don't need someone to dress up to fill that role. I also don't like "holding the mirror"...that is, being the audience for the performance of femininity that the crossdresser is putting on, in any kind of long-term focused way. I can see a friend who crossdresses at a party, compliment her on her shoes, tell her I like that shade of lipstick on her, and move on. I don't have to invest an entire evening discussing whether the shell pink panties or the baby blue ones make his ass look cuter.

 

Secondly, I don't regard the clothing I wear as being humiliating. I wear women's underwear because it is cut to fit my curves. I wear a bra because my F cups need one or they hurt. So what does it say about me and my gender if I am going to dress him up in bra and panties "to humiliate him?" Yeah. My little ongoing strike against sexism is to refuse to play that particular game. Whether another dominant woman might conceptualize it differently is up to her.

 

Thirdly, most of what I like to do in kink involves bare skin. I like impact play, knife play, and electrical play. Regardless of what the bottom I'm playing with has on, I want it off them before we start playing. Especially if we're having sex.

 

So that's where I'm at. I don't object to this being an interest of a sub of mine, but like their more mundane interests in horror movies and manga, they're going to do it without me along. And whining and nagging about it will only get your collar yanked.


10/19/2009 2:32:41 AM
It occurs to me that I should clarify something, just for those who have managed to obey the initial instruction I give in my profile.

I am not, and I am unlikely to be, interested in trying to start or maintain a long distance D/s relationship. The roles that I am seeking to fill require someone I see on a regular basis. Coming to clean my house once every six months is obviously not practical. Coming to serve me sexually every six months is not going to be helpful. Coming to be a painslut and exhibitionist every six month means I don't get to have fun at parties much.  So let's just all not waste each other's times, all right? If you live more than about 75 miles away from me, you're going to have trouble being here very often.

I have no difficulty with making friends. I don't even have trouble with having kinky friends. But if you're across the country or across an ocean, and you think I'm your goddess? Move to central IN, get a job, rent an apartment, and then message me, and we'll see.

10/15/2009 10:29:11 PM
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If a sub wants to put me in a good mood

He could take me out for some nice food,

Or get me something from my Amazon list,

Cause like any woman I like little gifts,


Offer to do something that I hate doing,

Bring me a Guinness for the beef that I'm stewing,

Or a liqueur to go in a cake

Offer to wash up after I bake!


Flowers are lovely, yellow roses are best,

But put yourself available to my request,

Be honest when you're afraid or just pissed,

And you'll be the top of the subs on my list!


9/15/2009 7:42:16 PM
The plumber has been and gone, and the Lord and Lady of Avalon House now have a working tub drain and a non-dripping faucet.

And a house with mud tracked all through it from the basement, and one very tired Lady who stayed up past her usual bedtime because someone had to be up when the plumbers came this morning....

But now I can enjoy a hot bath in a tub that properly drains. Pity there is no personal servant currently to wash my back, but I will manage til the right one comes along.

9/10/2009 11:45:39 PM
Funny thing I've noticed.... 

I can find a man for all my kinks, except one....

He'll let me spank him. In public. Call him a whining baby and make him cry. He'll wear panties and carry my purse, let me order for him. He'll let me cut him and bruise him. Some have offered to be locked in a dog cage, to drink my urine, to lick me clean and be my toilet.

But I can't find one so far who will do what I REALLY want him to do....




wash the dishes...


9/8/2009 5:40:52 PM
I'm off to a play party this weekend....who wants to go and serve me and get a good paddling and possibly a nice flogging?

And of course I always make sure that my boys get to come, assuming they behaved up to standards.....

8/4/2009 12:23:24 AM
 One nice thing about having two young men living with me (besides things like the dishes getting done after meals without my intervention and the good sex and laughter and companionship) is that I am given daily insight into male behavior, which I can then use, suitably scrubbed and rearranged, in my novel.

Clearly, I need to include in the novel a scene of the teenaged boys having a pissing contest.

In all senses of that term. (snicker)

7/5/2009 6:29:46 PM
Decisions, decisions. Do I get the lingerie or do I pay for the photo session? On the one hand, the photographer's not going anywhere, and it would be nice to have some good stuff to wear for the photos. On the other hand, I'd really like to have the photos... but I'd really like a new bustier...

I hate it when I can't make my mind up. But I can only spend the money once. I suspect it will be on a new bustier. I go to enough lifestyle events that it's worth having some interesting pieces.

6/28/2009 4:42:26 PM
There are few things more lovely than a man or woman waiting for the touch of my hand, my whip, my strap. Even in the dim light of the dungeon, he was beautiful. I began by simply running the palms of my hands over his skin, feeling it. I was close enough, both hands running strokes of firm comfort and security down his arms, to smell him...not his cologne, his bodywash, or his shampoo, but the essential scent of him. Delicious. Utterly delicious. The strokes of my palms down his arms changed, the fingers flexing, nails scraping back up his arms, then raked gently across the skin of his back.  

Back scratching is a pure sensual pleasure. I've been known to trade hand jobs for a full on proper back scratch. He clearly felt the same way, purring at my touch. I had, of course, a greater purpose in my scratching...it wakes the skin across the back, sensitizes it slightly. I kept a hand on him as I leaned over to the table and picked up my long thrash. It "popped" gently across his shoulderblades and spine, not enough to do any damage further down, just to patter across the skin and warm it, bring the blood up. Then I brought it back up and lashed harder across his shoulders with it. It's very loud, but just lightly stingy, very nice for things like this. I have a smaller one I use for cock whipping, but we didn't need that today. He groaned slightly,squared his shoulders to take the blows, and I could feel the arousal rise in him. I'd let my hair loose, so I stepped close and ran it over his back, let it fall across the tops of his shoulders and down his chest where he could see it in his peripheral vision. No silk scarf, no, the intimacy of my tailbone-length hair caressing him there as the others at the party watched us. More tools followed. He laughed and giggled infectiously with the use of the pinwheel across his stinging shoulders, and I could not but laugh in response.

 Finally, though, my foot began to make itself known. I've learned to listen to it, and in the short time we had, he was flying nicely. I hugged him, supported him as we sank to the floor, curled into each other. He kissed me fiercely, and for a moment he would have delighted to sink himself into my body, reproducing in physical intimacy what we had felt as I laid my hair across his shoulders, my body against his, and I had given pain and he had recieved it, ocean striking upon the shore. But not now, not yet, and our kisses turned sweet, and at length we merely held each other, both delighting in the new discovery of each other. 

6/28/2009 10:50:17 AM
Wonderful party. I met a friend I'd lost contact with and discovered charmingly that he is sub tended, and we still have that little sparkle between us. And he's very very good at making me happy. I didn't realize my toes were that sensitive. (grin)

I am a titch not happy with him, though. He left a mark on my pretty white throat, and I am getting teased by the household. I must wear my hair differently today to hide it.

But after all, that is what a Beauty must expect from such a wonderful Beast. (smile)

6/26/2009 10:16:50 AM
Out getting this and that, including a new nail polish for myself. I'll put it on after I glaze the pineapple empanadas and finish washing things up from that. I like this one. It looks turquoise, but has denim-to-royal purple iridescence to it. It will look good on my toes, just in case I take my feet out of my boots for a footrub or something at the party.

Now I just have to get everyone in the house off to work so that I can get on with things....

6/25/2009 3:24:05 PM
Getting ready for the munch/play party this weekend. I'll go out tomorrow and get a something to put the boy I'm taking along into at the party, and I am working on making pineapple empanadas and beef and cheese empanadas.  Yum.  It is requiring an exercise in willpower not to eat them up now as they come out of the oven!

We have decided to get a couple more bags of the fresh frozen pineapple chunks so that I can cook more of the pineapple filling and can it as pineapple butter for presents and later eating on fresh bread. I might make Sir Bear happy and stir some coconut into that batch.

6/19/2009 9:51:46 PM
Oh, this is cool! I can put an Amazon "Add to wish list" button on my toolbar, and add yummy things from kinky sites to my wish list so I have it all in one place! How very neat!

While I do not turn down gifts, I don't ask for tribute or anything like that. I happen to be dominant, but it's not my profession. But I will invite you over for ginger-pomegranate sorbet if you get me that ice cream maker attachment! (laugh)

It is raining like anything outside. The guys are outside commenting, and the cats are glaring at the door to their deck and at me alternately, because, of course, I called this storm up to ruin their plans for hanging out and watching the night. (laughs)

6/18/2009 7:46:58 PM
It's a nice vanilla night here, with the Thursday Night D&D game running in the dining room, and me in here reading blogs and listening to thirteenth-century plainsong and petting the cat. But I think it is important for those of us doing WIITWD to recognize that the times where I am a goddess with a flogger in hand and the times where I am just a woman who is feeling hormonal and a little cross with life are just different parts of one life, not two different lives.

(I can has mai period nao? Plz?) 

6/9/2009 10:19:26 PM
I'm looking forward to seeing my boy tomorrow. I can't wait to watch him obediently dusting and vaccuming,  and then to see him naked on my bed....ah, such a feast of dominant pleasure I'm having.  I love to see the blood rise up under his skin when he's spanked, see his cock jump in my hand, hear him beg.... ah, it's a lovely thing.

Tomorrow I shall have him brush my hair, and I will have him paint my toenails, and if he is very very good I will let him wash me when I bathe.

5/30/2009 9:24:17 PM
I love playing Monopoly.

I love it even more when the winner gets to be the first one in the middle.

Cause then everyone wins.

5/14/2009 2:15:44 PM

A lovely day, after a very rainy night. The peas are grown enough to be tied up to the trellis, so I did that, and moved some of the fire bricks from the back yard round to the front yard to edge the flower beds. The edging's not all the way accomplished, but bricks are heavy and I am out of steam. I could so use a footrub and someone to wash  my back in the shower. (looks round) Ah, well. 
Bear is spending some time tonight with Kitten at her house, so I will go to bed when I feel like it, instead of waiting up to see him after work. We're going to go down and see her house and meet her doggies and have lunch with her on Saturday, I think, since we need to do some shopping for various electronic items.

Hint to the universe: I could use either some extra money or a sub who's a computer geek with an extra gamer's CPU....


5/11/2009 1:13:26 PM

The playdate was cancelled by some overtime on the part of the other dom. Ah, well, shit happens, and we'll reschedule someday soon.
I had a really nice weekend, despite this, and spent time talking to a lot of people I like a lot.

We (Bear, Kitten, and I) spent some time Sunday putting in the rest of the garden for this year; some broccoli, some snow peas (for which a trellis had to be created) and a honeydew melon. It was a lovely bright day, and Kitten spent some time picking up sticks and burning them in the firepit.  It's little happy domestic times like this that really to me are the sweet parts of a poly relationship. I love them, and maintain my hope that I can find a submissive man who enjoys them too.


5/8/2009 6:58:12 PM
Just an FYI: My computer is down, and so I will not be up for engaging in long IM chats any time soon. I will be checking my CM account regularly, but not as often as usual.

5/4/2009 9:23:49 PM
So what has Lady Alexandra been up to?

Well, in the last two weeks I've deep-cleaned the kitchen, hosted three dinner parties, done a metric assload of dishes in the process, met a new heartsister, started editing a new book, and begun serving as priestess to a local coven.

My husband and I are hosting a "play date" and joint training opportunity for our submissive girl, a submissive friend of hers, and her friend's Master. The doms will enjoy an afternoon's conversation and a good dinner, and the subs will learn to serve by doing. It's all good!

4/16/2009 9:54:13 PM
The last munch was a really lovely party, with some overdue discipline coming to some naughty subs who deserved it, some birthday spankings, and some lovely long flights into subspace. As always, the food was excellent, and enjoyed by all. I didn't actually get to do much playing myself, but sometimes it's almost as fun to watch someone who really knows what he's doing with something. I also got to pick up a very nice set of balanced longer suede floggers and try them out. It told me I need to get hand weights and begin developing my deltoids so that I can just really dance it down someone's back and up again. For that, I'll definitely put in the work! Kitten served beautifully, and I look forward to seeing her kneel side by side with a boy of mine someday. A lady can dream....

3/31/2009 11:57:10 PM
Those of you who did not attend the Anderson munch missed not only a good meal but a really fun time. The submissives present got a little feistier than usual, because there would be no play party following, but all us dominants promised we'd remember for the April party! The party is on April 11, and those interested in attending may join the Anderson Munch Group on Yahoo!Groups for more information. I will be there.

In other news, I am now the happy co-dominant (with my husband) of a lovely girl, and look forward to growing and learning occuring on both sides of the kneel. I am still very open to finding a male for service as well, so do not lose heart, gentlemen.

3/5/2009 8:53:55 PM
There appears to be a failure of etiquette among submissives on this site.

If we have been talking on IM and enjoying each other's virtual company, it is not at all okay to not show up for our lunch date and then not to contact me in the next 24 hours. I am quite honestly to the point, gentlemen, of telling you all that there is a meeting opportunity once a month at the local munch, and you may come or not, and I will be there regardless.

It is profoundly rude to stand someone up. It does not speak well of your submissive nature and interest in serving me. If you read this and find my disinterest in arranging a meeting disheartening, then blame the other submissives who have talked a good game and then never shown up.

3/4/2009 11:09:16 AM
There is a perfect place in submission. It is where one's own thought of self as distinct from the Mistress fall away, the ego subsumes and becomes merely another tool to Her hand. The concept of "I want" or "I need" falls aside, lying distantly in the past. To articulate the needs of the body, of course, but the "I" no longer needs, no longer wants. For the ego has become part of Her, cherished, desired, delighted in, lovely in Her eyes, safe and protected. The outside world falls away, and the submissive and his Lady are one.....

2/24/2009 12:45:52 PM

Gentlemen and ladies, I cannot recommmend this essay enough.

http://freaksexual.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/how-to-negotiate-play-parties-for-men/ 

It talks about sex parties, not munches and play parties, but the overall thrust of the article is applicable to play parties and meeting people in the lifestyle. Read, learn, incorporate into your life.

2/12/2009 4:09:38 PM
I do not ask for perfection of slavehood; I ask for your full effort without slacking. I do not ask for physical perfection; I ask for enough health and flexibility to accomplish your tasks. I do not ask for a genius; just someone who can keep up with my mind. I do not ask for a comedian, just someone who also appreciates the occasional farcical nature of existence.

Otherwise, I don't care what your hair color is. I don't care how tall you are. I don't care if you're considered handsome or pretty or not. I don't care if you're male or female or genderqueer. I don't care how big your cock is or how large your breasts are.

Because I am not looking for someone to play with. I am looking for someone to find the deity within himself in serving the deity within me.

1/18/2009 7:46:02 PM
I like the thought of having a submissive brushing out my long red hair, and then teasing him with it while he is bound and helpless.

I like the thought of a submissive with his cock and balls in bondage washing up the dishes.

I like the thought of a submissive walking beside me in the grocery store. I ask him to bend to get something off the low shelf, delighting inwardly in the exposure of his lace panties over the waistband of his jeans.

I like the thought of sitting together on the couch watching a movie, dropping my feet into his lap, and having him massage them.

I like the thought of us laughing over dinner at an atrocious pun, and the look on his face when he bites into what I cooked.


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brenda20
 
 Age: 56
 Montreal, Canada