"Shall we?" I looked at my fellow Dominant, the dungeon cross, and the two girls near us with happy smiles. I nodded, and the night began. 

"Beautiful, aren't they?" I whispered to him. He smiled in return. There was a great deal to see at the event, but my night was really only filled with these two lovely girls, wriggling, writhing. Experienced masochists, familiar with processing pain, they took it all with a wonderful energy as we beat them with paddles, crops, floggers, and our bare hands. We worked them over, slowly bringing out the bruises and welts that would leave them with mementos to remember the night by. We paused only for a change of setting, a drink, and we renewed it again.

"I'm so gone right now." said one to the other during one such pause, her voice gone low and almost sleepy with the affects of the sensations. The other girl giggled and nodded, then abruptly cried out as my partner smacked her reddened rear. 

"Go grab us a drink, hurry now." An unclick of her cuffs and the girl made us grin when she dipped into a little curtsy before scurrying off. 

"Ready?" They exchanged happy looks with each new situation as they were bound by chain to a piece of dungeon furniture, tied to each other with their hair, restrained by their own intertwined arms, or held down to a soft bed for further torments. Their faces contorted in that blend of pain and pleasure that masochists have. They cried out, groaned, they pleaded, and yes, they giggled. So much adrenaline and endorphines, even the worst looks of suffering and torment were quickly followed by joy. 

"There's more, you can take more for us, can't you?" The question was met repeatedly with nods, smiles, and that happy glaze of a special girl in her own world made from pain, sensation, and control. Two of us moved around the girls, my fellow Dominant/partner and I, we murmured taunts or encouragement as if fit the situation. 

And of course, there was the crowd of the event. Nothing like two beautiful young women writhing with red butts, pink busts, and bruised thighs to make people pause from wandering around. 

"They are staring at you." we whispered in their ears. "Look at them. Look. They all want to have you... or be you." The crowd became tools for our arsenal, as we made the girls face them and watch them in return. 

A girl from the crowd caught my eye and begged to spank one of them. I brought her forward. 

"Right here. Just like this." I instructed her, showing her the right target, the way to hit with palm and fingers. Her target cried out and lurched forward with a particularly powerful strike, then slowly exhaled in a sigh. 

"Well done." The spanker and spankee hugged each other, with thanks and smiles before the girl departed. There would be many more outcries and sighs before the end of the night. 

"We'll do it again soon." Tired smiles brought the night to a close.

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Combined with webcams, journaling, and a good feminization or anal training routine, they become powerful tools. 

Creature Cavalcade at Folsom Street Fair

Human animals on parade at Folsom Street Fair 2012 - A procession of human ponies, pups, felines, and more down Folsom Street, with their owners, trainers, and admirers. We begin by 11am at 10th and Folsom, during the Folsom Street Fair on Sept 23, 2012.

Please message me for further event information

Eyes turned as my companion stood, holding my jacket for me when I rose from my seat to leave. A simple act, really, a man holding a woman's coat for her as she slides into it, his hands gently smoothing it over her shoulders.  No one knew about the slim collar under his shirt, but its presence was obvious to me in his patient and deliberate service.   

A few eyes lingered as he handed my purse to me, gathered up a shopping bag from earlier, and waited to follow me out.   

As I walked towards the door, I found one set of dark eyes watching with particularly earnest expression.  I met his gaze, smiled to him, and he dropped his eyes as I moved past, his head bowing ever so slightly.     

We both knew.  Despite the vanilla restaurant, the mild environment, and the complete lack of anything overt, there were at least 3 people in that restaurant that knew that while  sometimes, a BDSM relationship is about the leather, floggers, canes, and chains, its often just in the simple acts of giving and receiving service, and the subtle understandings between two people.  

I smiled, feeling the soft vibration of the groans under my toes. 

I pressed my heels into the person serving as my footstool.  "Comfy, are we?"    

There was a tiny wiggle that I knew to mean agreement, and then stillness. After a moment, I could hear another groan against the arches of my feet.   

Well, not directly under my feet. After all, directly under my feet was tightly wrapped duct tape. Directly below the duct tape, there was tightly wrapped cling wrap.  Below that, was a tightly strapped full body leather sack. Within the leather sack, was tightly cinched leather opera mitts, a heavy waist cincher, and a leather hood.  

Inside all of that was the rather happily immobilized source of the groans. Stuffing for a noisy, wiggling little footstool.  

All in all, a very pleasant way to end a day.  I only wish I had the time to do this more often.  

For highly service-minded individuals, I often have a use for highly reliable people willing to serve in a butler, attendant, porter, or water bearer role for special occasions such as group picnics, social gatherings, and formal tea. Experience preferred, but not necessary. This is not an offer for play. The correct individual would arrive on time or early to the event location, dressed appropriately, perform the function, and depart when dismissed, with the satisfaction of a job well done.

I have rather mixed views on the whole concept of requesting or requiring gifts. It is a practice that I see on various Dominant profiles.

I do understand that gifts can be a method to express gratitude and affection. In online-based interactions particularly, it could be an expression of service in situations where distance or circumstances prevent the giver from providing service to the Domme in person.  

Still, it can be difficult to differentiate between gift demands as part of kink and demands that are based in the simple collecting of material goods.

Yes, I do have my own amazon wishlist, and I have provided it to others. But only upon their request. For me, a gift from any other person should be from their own free will, a desire to give, and a demand cheapens it.

I have considered the possibility that there are those for whom gifts and gift giving is truly a part of their kink and/or power exchange, and thus the demand is part of that. However, I suspect that those people are few and far between compared to the demands motivated by avarice.

"She looks really beautiful like that." 

I smiled and nodded in agreement, looking at the girl referenced.  I sipped my water, chatting quietly with others.

She was indeed rather beautiful, blindfolded, sitting there quietly, alone on the leather bench.  A single large strawberry was held gently between her teeth, a natural gag. She waited, following my instructions not to leave teeth marks in the ripe red fruit.  Her upturned hands held a small plate of vegetables. Her legs were demurely crossed at the ankles, contrasting with her skimpy black lace outfit.  There was dirt on her hands and feet, from crawling on the floor earlier. Marks on her legs from my canes and crops. 

Minutes passed as I watched and still she sat quietly, carefully holding the strawberry and the plate.

It is an image from last night, pleasantly burned into my memory this morning. I share it, not because it is remarkably intense, or meant to be shocking, but because it is beautiful. These are the images that don't show up on bdsm porn sites, or fetish fashion photos, but they still make for wonderful moments for those that share in them.  

New latex and vinyl!  Feels like Christmas in August. 

Almost ready for Folsom Street Fair.

A busy weekend, but a very satisfying one. Between the packing, and now the unpacking, I...

...spent an evening at a theme park with my favorite submissive couple, laughing about scene ideas and the kinky applications of various locations and items in the park as we waited .

...savoured an amazing dinner in complete darkness with very dear friends, in a restaurant in SF where not one particle of light is allowed to enter the dining room.  

...discussed options to modify and improve my pony cart over glasses of crisp lemonade.  

...spent several hours with a human pony at the new location of a SF BDSM dungeon, leading it through its paces amongst the sound of floggers and whips.

...relaxed quietly in the morning, with tidbits of cheese, figs, and juice to start the day. 

Sleep should come easily tonight.

A beautiful day like this has me thinking of fun activities I've seen and done in the outdoors.  

It reminds me of a lovely young woman in suspension bondage hanging from a sturdy tree; or perhaps the time I observed a man serving as a nude porter to his Lady on a hiking trail, wearing nothing but a cockring and a heavy hiking pack. It brings to mind a day of relaxing in the shade on a sunny day while my submissive play-wrestles with another, and of course, of beautiful days with the human animals in their leather and gear, romping in the open.  

Today, more mundane and vanilla pursuits require attention, but there will be other beautiful days.  

I look forward to them.  

There's something about whips flying on a sunny day, out in the city, that is just so appealing.   

Dore Alley made for a pleasant little outing.  Met up with friends for breakfast, then we were off to Dore to enjoy the demonstrations and create a few impromptu showings of our own.  

I find myself continuing to search for a private outdoor place within a few hours drive to train human ponies (and other creatures.)    

Dungeons are all well and good, but they don't have that fresh air environment that seems so fitting for trotting a pony about.  Parks offer some options, but I cannot put a pony into the intense bondage and locks that  look so nice on a pony in a public park.  There are events that allow for the ponies to come out and play, but they only happen a few times a year.   There is land for lease, but it comes at a steep price considering I only need it once or twice a month.

What I need is someone trustworthy, willing to rent a bit of land for a day here and there, away from prying eyes, to truly enjoy time with a good human pony. The hunt continues.

Just 2 more months until Folsom Street Fair, when the artistic, the obscene, and the simply odd all converge in San Francisco to celebrate kink.  

Enjoying strawberries, with homemade amaretto whipped cream, off my submissive's body while he struggles not to squirm, might be my favorite ways to enjoy a dessert.

Delighted to be part of the leather pony (and pup) team at Leather Pride in San Francisco this weekend. 5-6 carts, mine will be among them. Two human pups and a human pony will be pulling my cart, they are lovely human animals and dear friends.  I'll be sharing a seat in the car with the pony's owner, also a good friend.  

 All is in readiness to go.  

Another week halfway over, and a weekend with lovely people planned.  My companions and I will be heading out to a scotch and cigar tasting party for a friend's birthday, but this party will have the sound of whips in the background. 

 It is far easier to get through the workday with those sorts of plans in mind!

One month until KinkFest.  Roadtrip to Portland and a fantastic few days with 4 other delightful people.  I'm looking forward to seeing that amazing dungeon again.

Human animals and petplay is about stripping a human being of humanity, and forcing them to behave like an animal.  Or about enabling them to let go for their humanity and sink into the headspace of the sort of creature they want to be.  It is about transformation and a very unique power exchange, and one that I enjoy controlling.  

This has absolutely nothing to do with beastiality, and I've been surprised by how many people online think that it does.  When people refer to being human furniture, or human art, no one assumes that the individuals involved want to have sex with furniture or art.  But when we talk about human animals, there's this assumption that somehow bio-animals must be a part of things. This is not the case.

I actually assisted at a human animal roleplay and petplay discussion group yesterday, fortunately, there was no confusion about the nature of the type of interaction being discussed.  Good discussion, good questions. I am looking forward to seeing more of this.  

My number one tip for approaching a Lifestyle Dominant woman online:  

Before you hit send, read your words out loud and imagine hearing them from someone else.  

Seriously. 

Imagine over hearing your words at a nice cocktail party or an upscale bar.  Imagine hearing your words from the guy talking to the gorgeous woman alone nearby.  

Does he sound like an ass? Desperate?  Creepy?  Uncreative? Disrespectful? Completely rude and inappropriate?  Boring? Dull?

Then you need to revise your message.

Yes, I know this is a kink site.  It doesn't matter.  

Real Dominant Women, who aren't in this for the money, still need to approached as human beings, and as Women.

Yes, I understand that you are wading through a lot of fakes and non-responders.  

However, just like the gorgeous woman in the nice bar, keep in mind she's filtering through a lot of schmucks, idiots, and assholes.  Be careful that your words don't get you piled in with them.

For those really interested in improving their approach to Dominant Women, l have links to 4 articles that I think are very useful.  Unfortunately, Collarme blocks the name of the website when I try to post it on my profile or journal. 

So please contact me for those links.  

There are four articles that I like on approaching Dominant women.  Unfortunately, they are in FL ( a different website) and CM apparently automatically removes the unabbreviated version of that word.

If you are interested in these articles, let me know, and I'll send them to you.

Someday, I need to hear all of Carmina Burana live.  Songs of death, misery, and loss, but also of life, love, and lust.  You've likely heard bits of it, particularly the "O Fortuna" section. If you aren't sure, go on youtube and hear the whole thing, google the lyrics and translation and read its meaning. Words to match the music.  

Peace and quiet for a few days.  Exactly what I needed after August and September's incredibly hectic (although delightful) schedule.  Gives me time to re-energize before the play party scheduled this weekend.

For the definition of "play" used in the BDSM context, please look at:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Play_(BDSM)

For basic information about BDSM general http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BDSM

There are few things better than watching a submissive's reaction under my hand.  This is particularly true with one that so obviously enjoys herself, whether it's pain or pleasure that she is reacting to. Such a pleasant way to begin the weekend.

It was time to update the profile. Hopefully, this makes my preferences clear.  

Tonight should be a fun evening at SF Citadel. Several friends, play partners, and I are heading out to Luscious - Elegantly Waisted - A play party that plays tribute to curves and corsets.  I'm hoping to see at least a few boys with their corsets on too.  :)

Off to a FemDom social tonight.  Various fellow Female Dominants and masculine submissives will be meeting for dinner and chat.  I always enjoy the environment of confident women and courteous men gathered together in one place. For anyone that thinks Dommes merely scowl and glower, they really should see this, all of us chatting and laughing over dinner.

For the curious, yes, this is always a fun event, but it does require an RSVP. The organizers describe it as "a pleasant social gathering with a focus on the F/m dynamic"  held at a "nice full-service restaurant in the SouthBay/Silicon Valley area"  Dress is business casual.   The next one is August 29th.  For more information, look at the following link:  http://www.erobay.com/calendar/Calcium40.pl?Op=PopupWindow&Amount=Month&NavType=Absolute&Type=Block&CalendarName=Community&Date=2011/8/29&ID=4797&Source=

One quiet weekend down, and 4 busy ones ahead.  April is going to be a good month.  If I only I could have someone do my sleeping for me!   

Kinkfest in Portland this weekend.  Good friends and play partners will be meeting me there. This should be a very fun trip.