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Hi. I'm Lady N, and my boys' names are Kitty and Trouble.
My personal approach to dominance is that the dominant takes care of the submissive. This means that I hold myself responsible for my subs' health and safety, understanding the subs' limits, and providing appropriate aftercare. In return, I expect trust, honesty, and affectionate devotion.
For the time being, we're just here to enjoy the community. Our household is very happy as we are, so I'm not looking for any new long-term submissives. My Kitty is an exquisite pet, Trouble is a brilliant student, and between the two of them and my vanilla life I don't have a lot of spare time these days.
However, we are interested in the occasional play-date. A female submissive is mildly preferable, but we're open to discussing just about anything. I am also available to scene alone with a single submissive of either gender, or a couple. Please don't be shy to PM us if you're interested.
If you're into Dungeons with Dragons in them, exploring the World of Darkness, sailing the 7th Sea, or you understand what WH40k stands for, we're even more into that than kink! Seriously, call us.
Also, if you're just looking to talk, maybe trade stories or techniques, Lady N and her docile boy-slaves are all ears.
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Big step recently. After literally months of thought and more than one serious conversation, I decided to offer Trouble my Collar, and he accepted. There was no ceremony, no fancy words, but it was a deeply important moment, and a difficult step to take. And while the Collar doesn't hold quite the same significance to Trouble, I could see in his expression that he understood what it meant for me.
Seeing it around his neck makes me feel a rush of emotion every time I look at him. Love, pride, warmth, posession, lust, and a dozen other things I can't seem to find words for. I know its probably not for forever, but for right now, Trouble belongs to me and is willing to wear a symbol of that for all the world to see. I wish I could explain to him how happy that makes me. Then again, I think he already knows. |
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HOLYCRAP I'M A THERAPIST NOW.
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Just got into a pissing contest with a radiologist/x-ray tech as to who could tell the "most interesting" stories about incidents we've heard of from colleagues or witnessed ourselves. I think I won.
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It would seem that CB has earned himself a nickname - its "Trouble."
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Due to some of the PM's I've been getting lately about what I'm doing
with CB, I feel the need to say this: I am NOT a devotee, and have a
strong distaste for people who have a sexual attraction to impairment.
The problem with devotees isn’t that people with disabilities are gross
and cannot engage in sexuality. The problem is that people with
disabilities are not objects which should be used for sexual arousal.
I am very comfortable in working with people who have disabilities and
am more than happy to make necessary accommodations, but I do not seek
this out deliberately. I do think there is a need to discuss the
authentic desires and needs and pleasure of people with disabilities as full humans and not as sex objects for others based only on the specifics of their particular
impairments.
TL;DR: Approach me with your fetishism and I will block you faster than you can say "feeder."
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So recently I took on a student, of sorts. Originally the agreement was that I would teach a developmentally disordered friend dating and bedroom skills. While this has remained true, we've also become play partners. He may even be added to my household, if Kitty is alright with it.
Playing with a switch is different. It's been a very long time since I've had a chance to bottom. I'm not a sub and never will be, but bottoming can be nice.
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So. Graduation. I don't think I've ever heard a more exhilarating and frightening word, though the phrase "make me a penguin-'thulu" comes close. After...what, five years? Five years, I'm finally getting my BA in Psychology. Now, of course, its onward to Grad school, assuming I can scrape together the money/scholarships/financial aid/assistanceships to go.
Oh god, I'm going to become a schoolteacher. I love the idea, it just kind of feels weird to say it out loud, like suddenly I'm not going to be seen as being as tom-boyish and Dominant as I really am. But I'm happy with this choice - it makes sense, y'know?
God I hope this works out.
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Four words sum up my current mood - "I LOVE puppetry class!" There's something wonderfully cathartic about making sock puppets and practicing my lip-synching to "Still Alive." Later this week, Kitty and I get to usher for a special preschool-only showing of the current Theatre's bill, and our puppets are coming with us.
I also can't help but mention that we've made a pair of leather-clad sock puppets (soon to be replaced with foam-ball puppets) that do a *very* special, adult version, of Punch and Judy.
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So. It's been quite a while since I've written anything here. Things in my life have been going surprisingly well, save for the fact that my break between summer classes and returning to the university is only a week long, and half over to boot.
On the up side, I managed to get a 4.0 for the summer semester, so things could be worse. My boy and I have long since come out as a kinky couple, and our relationship seems to get better and better with every day. We have our off days, of course, but they're very tame off days in comparison to other couples' - "off" means we maybe snap at each other once or twice, then shrug it off and cuddle up to watch Monty Python or something. We're both too mellow to really fight.
The longer I'm with him, the more I appreciate having my pet...I really can't remember having been this happy before in my life. We're enough alike that we enjoy everything we do together, but different enough to complement each other in ways that fit perfectly. I keep asking myself how I ended up so lucky.
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Yesterday, I learned way more about two people's sex lives than I'd ever hoped or wanted to. The first one is a friend I play games with (and his girlfriend, whom I think is awesome). We were having a rather frank discussion in the school cafeteria about porn, and I remembered his girlfriend mentioning a long time ago that they were into playing a bit rough. Mostly to tease him, I asked him about it and got a surprisingly honest answer. He's mostly vanilla, but loving and open-minded enough to try anything for her, while she's a somewhat subby switch. Funny thing is, I know something he doesn't -- while he's been topping, she's been considering turning the tables on him. A perverse part of me wants to watch, or better yet, help. They're both really nice people, and very attractive.
The second one is one of my roommates, whom I helped shop for a strap-on harness, a few toys to use with it, and some glass insertables. Apparently shes very open-minded and playful, and her playmate is toppy and into recieving anal stimulation. He's also very, very cute in that Nordic sort of way. It bothers me a little that my vanilla roommate is having kinkier sex than my pet and I are. Makes me jealous.
Lastly in the news for today, Kitty has promised me that for my birthday, he's going to find a day when we're both free from dawn 'til dusk, and let me tie him down and do whatever the fuck I want to him, with exactly one limit - "no marks that will show when I'm wearing my work clothes." My own hard limits and the usual safe words will still be in effect, of course. Its unbelievable. That kind of open-ended offer and the level of trust it implies means so much to me that I don't even need to take him up on it...not to say that I shan't. *smirks* I'm contemplating asking my gamer buddy and his lady friend to join us for my birthday romp, but I think it might get awkward, mostly since he's friends with Kitty but doesn't know that Kitty and I have a relationship, much less a BDSM relationship. Also, they're both too straight and shy to really enjoy being naked in the company of another nude male.
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The nerve of some people! Some hotshot dom just sent me a message asking "ever submit?" That, I might add, was the entire message. No greetings, no capitalization, just his crass assumption that I, as a domina, would be falling all over myself to submit to some self-declared alpha male.
Ugh. How distasteful. Has this person no shame? Some boys just need a good flogging to put them in their place.
On a much more cheerful note, I had a lovely session with Kitty the other day, and we may have aquired a new playmate. I'm not going to write much about her yet, but I will say that she is an absolutely lovely young lady, and a beautiful person.
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Mmm. Yesterday was fantastic. I spent eight hours with Kitty, during which time we had sex four times. We're concerned that the two of us may be turning into sex addicts.
So anyway, we took a break about five hours in to get food, after which we went to a book store and then toy shopping. And what did we buy there? A vibrating condom. Twenty dollars for a one-shot bullet in a cheap ring, but by god it was worth it. You see, after we got back to his place, we cuddled and played around for a little while on the living room floor and then unwrapped our new toy.
I got Kitty on his back and then basically turned him into my sex toy... not that he wasn't already my sex toy, but now he had batteries. We enjoyed ourselves so much that we ended up doing it all over again the moment we were done.
After that we just lay together enjoying the shared vibrations and talking. He started saying silly thigs in Japanese, at which point I figured it was time to stop. All in all, the best $20 we've ever spent.
Kitty and I have agreed, however, that we're not doing that again anytime soon. We're turning into sex addicts as it is, we don't want to make things worse. :)
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Ah, summer. Its so nice to finally be on break! I've had a week now to just kick back, relax, and do whatever I bloody well please, and let me tell you, it feels fantastic.
I've just had a wonderful little scene with Kitty, and we're both winding down right now. We cuddled for a bit and now he's playing Urban Chaos on the PS2, and I'm here, just checking in.
Anyhow, that's it for now. I suppose I'll post something every now and again from Kitty's apartment, as internet is currently down at my place.
Ciao,
N |
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Well, frag it all to hell. School has been kicking my ass like a tiger in heat. I mean, come on, give a Domme a break! Term papers, oral exams, and finals right around the corner... I'm swamped.
I need a chance to kick back and relax, maybe just sit down with kitty's head in my lap and pet him for awhile. Ah well. The silver lining to all this is that if I manage to survive the next two weeks of collegiate hell, I will be rewarded with glorious island summer. *Cheers*
Body-boarding at North Shore, late-night drives up Tantalus, and a damn good excuse to buy shaved ice... Summer, here I come!
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Been thinking about Kitty a lot recently. We don't get to play together as often as I would like because of school, work, and the fact that this relationship needs to be kept from the public eye for various reasons. It is difficult, sometimes, to be in the same room with him and have to pretend there is nothing between us.
I never expected to feel this strongly about a sub, particularly when we were originally planning only one or two casual sessions. In the time that I have known him, my Kitty has grown to be quite dear to me. I wonder, sometimes, what he feels toward me.
It seems rather backwards, to be honest. Me, a Domina, pining over and wondering about the feelings of a pet. Preposterous. And yet... and yet I can't help it.
Perhaps it is the way he writhes beneath my touch. Perhaps it is those gorgeously expressive brown eyes. Perhaps it is the way he cries out the word "Mistress" at climax and the way he whispers it again as he is calming down. "I love you, Mistress." Sends shivers down my spine, it does. I've only returned those words once... does he know how much of my heart went into them?
"I love you, my pet."
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Madre de dios, what is with all these people who don't read profiles before contacting?
I mean, frag, what the hell is wrong with these men? I've had two messages that were completely devoid of punctuation or capitalization, one that ignored the fact that I'm a Domme, and the only message that was remotely respectful was from someone who obviously hadn't even read my profile before contacting me, which I still regard as disrespectful. (And potentially very stupid.)
Shape up lads. If you honestly don't know why potential Domina's keep blocking you without even saying anything, this is it.
READ the profiles. RESPECT the person you're talking to. And for God's sake, REMEMBER what you were taught in GRADE SCHOOL.
I'm supposed to be a Domina, not your mother.
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| Age: 23 |
| Fort Myers,
Florida |
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