Life tends to fly when one is truly happy.  My slave has made My life so sweet.  With happiness comes contemplation of what is to come in life.   I have made some major decisions in My life.   The BDSM community in Las Vegas is not as I would have hoped it to be.  I need to be in a community that understands the difference between living a BDSM life, as opposed to casual play/fetish play.  

With this said, the change I am making is to purchase a second home, lease My house in Nevada and take My household to Louisville, Ky.   This will provide Me with access to many different east coast events with a short drive time.  No longer will I be concerned about what I can pack on a plane.  *smirk* 

In about 6 weeks these changes will be complete.  I have three years left on My work contract in  Nevada, so will be flying back and forth for work.   My slave will be overseeing all the work to be done in the Louisville home.  I will be replacing all the electrical, plumbing and roof on the Louisville home.   Any Dominant that has an errant submissive that needs retraining through physical work, please, write to Me.   There is something SO exhilarating to be sipping on iced tea or lemonade in the shade while your slave welds a hammer taking down a retaining wall. 

Lastly, My slave is a slave to no one other than Myself. Hy is My right arm.  My slave is a hard core Dominant to others.  When I have submissives in My house, they are submissive to a pair of Doms, and not on equal footing with My slave.  In meeting My slave, no one would consider hym to be a slave, but to be a Dominant.    You have been warned.

Namaste!

Moriah St Cyr

The fog has slipped into the Sacramento valley on little cat feet.  It snuck in softly, quietly, making a damper on the world of sound.  I love mornings like this. 

I make a pot of coffee and contemplate how lovely it will be when I find My slave for 24/7 lifestyle.  Slave's duties, among many things,  include coffee-making.  I often rise at 6:30 in the morning on foggy days.  A cup of coffee, the morning paper and a stroll to the hot tub for My favorite part of the day.  I have a full hot tub and deck in My back yard.

One toe checks water temperature, and a smile spreads across My face as the water is again, perfect.   The crystal clear water envelopes Me, relaxing and bubbling.  As an artist I am constantly making things.  I wanted a way to enjoy the morning paper whilst in the hot tub.  I fashioned a metal paper rack that I can use in the hot tub.  It keeps My paper dry, and has a place to hold My coffee.

When its foggy, it seems as if the birds in the trees are glaring at Me for having such a lovely place to get warm.  They sit puffy and waiting for the fog to lift.  The steam in the tub wafts up and meets the fog, and the whole world is so very quiet except for the tub which is softly bubbling. 

There are two settings on the hot tub "warp speed" and "soft bubbles"   Warp speed is such a furious bubble that I often wonder if I will have skin left.   I prefer the soft bubbles.  A half hour in the bubbles and I am ready to face the rest of the day.  What a shame I don't have a slave to warm My towels, bring more coffee, or dry Me when I rise from the tub. 

It is days like this, the soft days, just as much as the days I am on fire and I wish I could weld a whip until My shoulders ached that I am sorry I haven't found My slave yet.  I'll just keep looking.

Namaste!

M. St Cyr

A Fairy told a married couple: "For being such an exemplary married couple for 35 years, I will give you each a wish."

"I want to travel around the world with my dearest husband," said the wife The fairy moved her magic stick and...abracadabra!... Two tickets appeared in her hands.

Now it was the husband's turn. He thought for a moment and said, "Well this moment is very romantic, but an opportunity like this only occurs once in a lifetime. So....I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me."

The wife was deeply disappointed but, a wish was a wish. The Fairy made a circle with her magic stick and....abracadabra! Suddenly the husband was 90 years old.

Men might be jerks. But Fairies are...............Female


Namaste!

M. St Cyr

My life and yours, is a sum total of all the choices W/we have made. 

To grow you must make choices.  

To live I must make choices.  I am free to choose who I want in My life, however, the choice I make today/week/month/year will determine what I will have, be, and do in the tomorrows of My life.

I live My life with options.  I see tooooo many people (both vanilla and kink) living their lives as if they had none.   I must exercise My right to choice so that I am the woman I believe I am. 

I am free up to the point of making the choice, then the choice controls Me, the chooser. 

A while ago I was reading in the newspaper about a four year old boy who was rescued from a dirt-floored pen from his grandmothers house where he was kept with 60 dogs.

The boy howled, reared back on his haunches, tilted his head and looked up.   The foster parent testifed "He acts like a dog."  When the child was brought to the foster parents house, the dog-like behavior kept happening.

He'd fetch toys with his mouth, run wildly through the house on all fours.  If he wanted attention, he would run up to the parents, whine and paw at their bodies then whimper. 

This horriffic event highlights the importance of a childs experiences.  

It also is very telling about one's environment.

The inviroment in which we live will have a significant influence on the behaviors we exhibit. 

I will choose carefully who, where, and what experiences I want to have My life exposed to.  The four-year old boy, had no choice.    Domina's as well as slaves, have a choice. 

Choose wisely

Namaste!

M. St Cyr

I was asked today about verbal humiliation and how I feel about it.  I suppose, if  I sought a submissive, and playing with verbal humiliation was something that worked  in a scene , it would be a good thing.

However, what I do with My personal slave is far different.  I compliment My slave on a job well done. Compliments are like potato chips. Once you’ve had one, you want more.  I use compliments based on a slave’s character to inspire her to perform for Me in a manner that invites additional praise.    I value My slave.  I want 100% ownership, total control.  My life is much better if she desires to do more and more to invite praise from her Owner.

I have been thinking too about contentment and contented living.   I believe there are 8 requisites for contented living with a slave.

She must have good health to work outside My home a pleasure.

She must make enough money to support herself

She must have strength character enough to battle difficulties and triumph over them.

She must have grace enough to confess his sins to Me.

She must have patience enough to toil  for Me until some good is accomplished.

She must have charity enough to do something pleasurable for Me without being asked.

She must have enough faith and trust that our relationship is proper and right.

And lastly

She  must have hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future. 

Commitment.

Irrevocable commitment is one that offers no loopholes. No bail-out provisions and no parachute clauses are the cause for incredible performance. 

If you dont commit to slavery very much, then when you dont care if you find what you seek, and if you do find it, you dont care if you follow through.  

People write to Me and tell Me that they have an "interest" in Me.  I say to them,  "There is a difference between interest and commitment.  When you are interested in something you only have interest when it is convenient for you. When you are committed to something, you accept no excuses; only results."

I get asked "What level of commitment do you seek?"

The only way I can explain this in terms that most everyone to understand is to look at art.

I am an artist.

I adore artists. I especially adore those that show commitment. Michelangelo is very well known. His career wasnt handed to him on a silver platter. He posessed great talents as a sculpture, but what he is most remembered for is his fresco painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

His fame came only after he had invested himself to the point of physical exhaustion. By the time he finished his magnificent project, he was virtually blind from the caustic paints that dripped in his eyes over the years it took for him to paint.

*THAT* Is commitment!

Because Michelangelo was willing to invest himself, he created art that has been admired for more than four centuries.

People (Owners and slaves) who are willing to invest themselves will improve the quality of their life as well as the world around them.

Anyone can dabble in Ownership or being owned. Once you have made serious commitment then your heart has that drive within it and it is very hard for for circumstances in life to stop you.

I have the drive. I am committed to finding a slave, to being an Owner.

I ask simple questions:

What are your commitment?

What do you want in this lifestyle?

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative and cfreation there is one single truth, if you do not know the truth, then that ignorance will destroy what you plan and dream. The truth to commitment is this: The moment one definately commits onself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise occurred.

A whole stream of events, which no one can have dreamed will happen once one has made the decision to commit completly.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it!

Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!


When you make the commitment you will go higher than you ever dreamed. I have made the commitment to have a slave. I seek the same high level of commitment in return.


Namaste!

M. St Cyr

I am in the mood to write today.

I am feeling sex lust/power heat today.  I was intense today when in My hot tub thinking, I could nearly smell My sex heat.    It is lovely.

I have been thinking of how life will be when I again own a slave.

24/7 requires a great deal of thought so that one can slide seamlessly from the vanilla world to the S/m D/s world that I want to live in.   Slaves must work.  Its simple.  I want her to leave and come back.  Work fills that desire.  Why?  Because I want her to wonder and worry what will be at the home when she returns. 

When living 24/7 there are times we will be forced to interact with the vanilla world.  It’s a shame I cant be in a place where all people in the area I live understand this lifestyle, so the other alternative is to plan for the vanilla interactions.

I have three names.  One is my name bestowed upon birth.  One is my nickname. One is MY name.  My slave will have three as well.

As an aside:  Names.   Many have asked “What does your Name mean? or How do you pronounce your name?”   RHPS Lilli St Cyr “God bless Lilli StCyr” in the end of the movie as Janet says.    St.Cyr is a tribute.  “Moriah” came to Me after playing with a gentle soul who said “I cringe when playing with you, because I feel the wind of your lash before it hits me.”    I knew a song with the name “They call the wind Moriah”   thus  I was born.  Moriah St Cyr. 

In the vanilla world I would use her birth name.  If I asked her something using her nick name, she would know I am TELLING her something, not “asking” as everyone around might think.  “Cutie pie.. would you mind getting Me a drink?”   She'd go.     Likewise she would use My nickname to let Me know she was ASKING to do something.  “Sweetums.. would you mind if we left early?”   We would leave, or not, depending if I wanted to. 

Just things to think about..

Namaste! 

M. St Cyr

There is a lovely sea of Messages coming My way. Some gentle souls think that because I am gracious and polite in My writings I am less than a Domme. Just because I am a Domme does not mean I must be crass in speech. I realize full well that there are many Women who blithely ignore letters from submissive Men. Common courtesy requires that I answer every letter, even if the letter is “thank you for your interest, but I am not interested.” Elegance is a lost art. I love elegance. I like the grace and style of floggers dancing in the air, of an arched eyebrow asking a question before intense sensation is applied. Do not think, gentle kink, that because I have grace that I am not a cruel woman.

I recognize My own strengths. I know what My abilities are and am aware of My faults. I love the fact I am a Domme female. Female power is a beautiful thing. I wrote about trust, honesty and loyalty in a previous post. For Me, it’s about remaining true to My personal honor. Indecisiveness, wavering, indecision, are not attractive to Me. The emotional well being of My slave or submissive is of paramount importance, those negative qualities do not help a submissive or slave in their journey with a Domme.

My Mother once told Me that I was a child of infinite patience. I could wait forever for a surprise or gift if I knew it was worth waiting for. Everything takes time. I do not expect a submissive soul to instantly know My likes and dislikes. I have patience to teach what I like, I have the ability for the gentle kink to take the time to develop and learn. Do not think that this means I will not push someone when the time is right. Patience does not mean laziness. Think of a cobra contemplating its next meal scampering around the cage. Very patient very focused, very knowledgeable, very careful, and very precise.

I was questioned about the way I respect submission and consider it a gift. I cherish the gift of submission, period. I do My utmost best to uphold it, delight in it and cherish it. I NEED to feel the power of domination. Without a willing and loving submissive My needs are NOT met. If I am wise and caring in the way I dominate a willing submissive, this meets both My needs to dominate and the slave's/subs needs to submit. Without a powerful submissive willing to submit, there is no power in Domination.

Another person bravely asked Me if I had raging fits of anger. I do not. Do I get aggravated? Of course! Do I get out of control with aggravation? Of course not! This is so very important with gentle kinks that like to play way out on the edges. If I am not firmly in control of Myself, there is NO WAY I can even hope to be in control while playing.  I am very strongly grounded.  If a gentle soul begs for something I know that is dangerous and I have no experience with, no matter how tempting it may be, until I KNOW what I am doing, I will not attempt that sort of play. I research everything I have learned. When I say “NO” I don’t back down. 

I miss playing. I crave to deliciously torture a consensual playmate. I have been approached by a slave and have been considering his plea. I feel much like the cobra today waiting for his response. Slavery and total ownership, in My mind, must feel to the slave the same way of a Russian Mail Order brides. The Russian brides are chosen (slaves offers contract) , She brought everything She owns to Her new spouse (slave turns over property),  and She is chattel (slaves are owned). 

I have an idea now how the man must have felt when choosing a Russian Mail Order bride. Ahhh.. Power.. it is a lovely thing!

Namaste!
M. St. Cyr

A gentle kink may stepped in bat guano today and may not have realized it.

His comment to me was “Dommes who offer financial domination are those that identify themselves as common whores.”    Oh really?  Think again!

Perhaps what that silly sub believed to be financial domination may be totally different meaning to the lovely Domme who may grace his life?    Perhaps it might have been wise for the silly sub to ask*exactly* what the Domme he is speaking to considers “financial domination.”

What I feel is financial domination is from the old school way of thinking.   Its not about "pay Me"  it’s about "buy Me" for Me.    I want/love/crave submissive men to go buy me silly things that would make them uncomfortable or things they do not normally buy for Women. 

For instance, there was one gentle kink who I was friends with inside and outside of the BDSM scene.. and he made the silly mistake of telling me as a child, he hated to go buy his mothers pantyhose.  She would get ready to go out and forget her stockings, and she would make him go get them.

silly silly man.  From that day forward I never bought my own panty hose.  :)   I got such perverse pleasure out of wearing stockings knowing full well he was totally embarassed having to go buy such things for Me.   What I want is for him to take time out of his silly day and think ONLY of Me.  Most vanilla men do not treat their Women in this fashion.  I demand it.   I want one part of your day to ONLY be used to think of ME. 

Financial domination also refers to My telling a gentle kink I want to play with him.   Perhaps this gentle soul lives in Lost Angeles and I live in Sacramento.  He will buy My ticket and pay for half My hotel costs while visiting his city.  I do not demand, nor ask, for meals to be purchased, or anything other than the costs incurred to travel.   Why pay for only half the costs of the hotel?   Because then BOTH parties know that they want to meet.  It is not just a case of the Domme wanting to get something for nothing, it shows BOTH parties are interested.

There have been times when the gentle kinks I play with are very wealthy and would like to see Me more than I am financially able to see them.  ONLY after I meet with them the first time, would I allow them to purchase both flights and pay for all costs of the hotel room.  

I realize that financial domination also means subs signing over their homes, cars, ect to a Domme.  In my career I have been given keys to a fully paid off house, purchased for Me, with the sub never even entering the house, giving it to Me as a suitor would give a diamond ring.  I turned it down.   He was a SAM who believed everything in the world had a price.   I did not.    Bribery does not interest me. 

I was given a Pontiac convertible, which I kept.  Why?   Because the submissive bought an identical car (completely identical, even down to the color of the car) for himself to drive.  Every time I got in the car I knew that My gentle kink was in tune with Me.  We had the same wheels.   Because I had the same car, I could talk to him on his cell phone and make demands of what to do in the car.   *Shiver of pleasure*  Often before he would go to work, he would contact Me and I would give him verbal instructions for some kind of delicate torture.   Then when I would leave for My work, I would get into My car and nearly be wet with the knowledge he was suffering in the exact same car.   It was beyond delicious.

I have had gentle subs offer to turn their whole companies over to Me as a form of Financial Domination.  I have no interest in that.  Why would I want something that would make Me work in ways that are not erotic?   Could I run a company?  Yes, easily.  My last company had 27 employees and we were nation wide.  The problem is, I hated being at work dealing with spoilt brat vanilla people.  Why did I turn to teaching and see a 80k drop in income?   I love working with children.  I am a very caring Woman.  Teaching allows the caring side of Myself to flourish. 

This all boils down to the question  “Is a Domme who offers financial domination a whore?”    In the vanilla world the man often buys all sorts of things for his Woman.  Is She a whore?     Possibly, if She is wise.

M. St. Cyr

I was asked by a gentle kink about Loyalty, Honesty and Trust.  

Loyalty, Honesty, and Trust are paramount in this lifestyle, and in others.  Although I have made major changes in MY life to become a teacher, My former work was much more intimidating/impressive.   I was the sole owner of a wholesale company that sold to 2700 stores.  

I *DEMANDED* loyalty, honesty and trust from the people who worked for Me.   I also demanded it from the companies that purchased from Me, and when I felt they did something dishonest, I had zero problems with simply cancelling their account.  Was I ruthless about it?  Yes, pretty much.  Did I have submissive(s) who worked for Me?  Yes, I did (one of them - he was My accountant, another at a different time worked in My warehouse).   Did I pay them?  Yes, I did.   What rate of pay did they get?   About a dollar an hour more than they would have gotten had they been working in the vanilla world.   Why?   Because I wanted them to have comfort in their personal lives, yet not let My demands upon them cause financial hardship.    I believe, trust works both ways.   

I want/love/crave submissive men to go buy me silly things that would make them uncomfortable or things they do not normally buy for Women. 

Most gentle kinks are told that flowers make Me in a good mood.  Foolish souls will call a florist and order masses of blooms.   That is NOT what I want.  Gentle souls will take the time to go to a florist, choose a bloom, or an arraigement and bring it to My door.  What I want is for him to take time out of his silly day and think ONLY of Me.  Most vanilla men do not treat their Women in this fashion.  I demand it.   I want one part of your day to ONLY be used to think of ME. 

One of My most precious flowers was from a gentle kink who spent days drawing flowers for Me, then showed up upon My doorstep with his drawing of flowers in a frame.  He showed me, without words, just how much he cared for Me, buy taking time out of his very very busy life to sit with pencil and paper and draw for Me.  Was he a good artist?  No!  he was terrible!  Did I care?  NO!  I proudly put his very childish drawing of flowers in My living room.   I nearly swoon every time I think of the precious gift of his time he gave Me. 

Its about trust.  He trusted I would love his gift.   Its about loyalty.  He would never do something like that for any other woman.  Its about honesty.  He honestly cared a great deal for Me and was honest to his feelings by doing something he was not comfortable with (drawing) and knowing that that drawing would be deeply appreciated.  


The ONLY way to live life is to turn the mundane into erotic and eroticize the mundane!  *soft laughter*   My spouse died and I had no interest in playing for a long time.  My life turned grey without the spice of Domination.  I am tired of living a life that is grey, I am done grieving.   I want eroticism back.  I want full in-my-face life again. 

M.St Cyr