Thanks to those of you who have kept up with me, over my looooonnnnggg absences. I wish I could say I shall return more often. But, dat ain't de trufe. I have been battling numerous, trifling ailments that add up to, "I just don't feel good." So, fuffling around on the interwebs and playing with selfish assholes' assholes doesn't hold much interest, of late.

I am concentrating on other pursuits - some related, some not.

Patience, my dears. Patience.

Will let you know when I feel ready to publish stories, "poetry," and paintings of WIITWD.

Ciao for now. And write to me, anyway.

A number of you have expressed an interest in some of my BDSM fiction. Below, please find a snippet of one of my stories. If you want the complete short story, zip me an email, and I'll tell you how:

Excerpt from "TEDDY," written by yers trooly and published online in 2001:

I said nothing, as I walked slowly toward him, measuring my steps, shaking with a confusing mixture of anger, excitement and desire. I reached with my left hand to his mouth, covering it to shut him up. I ran my right hand over his chest, feeling the smooth silk of my camisole, stretched tight to fit his body. "I don't care whether this is what you want. You're wearing my underwear. You're in my room. You've invaded my space and violated my privacy. So, I'm going to take from you what I want.

I bent his head to me, so that I might kiss his lips, pink with my lipstick. "You look very beautiful," I admitted. His eyes closed and he sighed his surrender. There was no resistence in him. He tried to reach around to hold me. I took his hands firmly in my own and placed them back at his sides, telling him, "No. You don't touch me. I touch you."

I wound my right hand into his hair and placed my left hand under his jaw, holding him still, in this way. I forced him to his knees and pushed my tongue to his mouth. This, he resisted, strangely. I continued to pry his mouth open with my insistent tongue, using my hand at his jaw to coerce compliance.

Done with this, I stood back up, gazing down on him. "You don't look quite right, just yet," I mused. "Oh! Here we go!" I said, as I found two elastic hair bands to put in his hair. With them, I made two ridicuous ponytails. "Now you look the proper sissy."

His eyes downcast, as if this, alone, caused him shame, he asked me, "What do you want me to do?"

"Stay there a moment," I ordered. I went back down to the sitting room and locked the door. When I returned, he was still there, kneeling on the floor where I had left him. Good. It looked as if he might be gem for this, after all. I shut the bedroom door, to further muffle any sound that might come from our encounter.

"Get up."

He did.

"Get my hairbrush."

He bit his lip, furrowed his brow, retrieved it, obediently.

BTW - Yes, I do know what a coyote sounds like. In fact, I know what a whole family of them, surrounding the fields on all sides of my house, in the middle of the night, when not all of my pets have chosen to come inside to safety sounds like. I really do. So far, nobody's become coyo food. Crossing fingers and tricking them to come inside at night.

Not sure I'll be able to write back to you all. Just know that your words, however flowery and bs-ish, are appreciated.

Ciao!

Hiya, boys...and boyish girls! I did not flake out on you...well, none of you, specifically. I have just been diagnosed with asthma (Ah, the rewards of age!) and am having to make some drastic changes in work place and lifestyle...as in, had to leave the workplace, because perfume and air-conditioning have become my darkest devils. Don't know why women must go to work smelling whorish or why air-conditioning temperatures have to be so brutally low. But, here I am, trying to figure out what to do, now. 

Be well and think of me!

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The holidays are here. So, what are you going to get me? Check out my wishlist (QueenRah) at @m@z*n, if you need some ideas. Thanks, boys!

Happy Holidays and a spanking great New Year!

Err. Just so's ya knows...I am not giddy. I just felt like being silly. So sorry to those too thick-headed to get me.

I am so thrilled and giddy, I'm drooling! I have a new subtitle, on the message boards! Go see! I'm so hawt for VAA, right now! I go Pogo!

Call me sick, if you must, but I have been spending a lot - I mean A LOT - of time watching the flogging scene in the Australian film "The Proposition." The character being flogged is an innocent, being punished for what his brother's gang (especially the singer) has done. In context, it really is sad. But, it was performed so well, I am simply mesmerized.  

Richard Wilson, the actor portraying the youth being flogged, really sold it. Now, if I could only get my boys to scream like that. :> 

The action starts at 3:42

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WKX75IVL-g

Laika - "Breather."

I would be very interested in a LOCAL sub, slave, or, even a switch (guy or girl) to help me get back some of my shape. I experienced some debilitating illness (recurring bouts of bronchitis), in the past 6 months and have slacked off proper diet and exercise.

Deadmau5 - Not Exactly

Slaves and servants welcome. Fakers - not so much.

For goodness sake! If you call yourself "slave," f-ing BE one. I don't expect instant subservience. But, I do expect you to show some initiative. If I ask you to do something, and it doesn't involve emptying bank account, alienating those who love you or running naked through the mall, do it. It's a test, dip-shit.

I am back on, y'all. Fire away!

If any of you boys read Ladies' Home Journals, I have another update: I may be offline from next week, until 2nd or 3rd week of June. I haven't decided on an internet provider, yet. I use charter, currently. However, that service isn't available where I'm moving, yet. poop.

Yes, I realize that not having wi-fi access via one of them new-fangled fancy phone thingies that's not just a phone is positively dark ages. But, it is what it is. I am land-locked. so, there.

Zee keettens, zey are steell aliiiife. yay. Thank you, l-lysine. They are getting fat, not succumbing to the disease they contracted (feline herpes) and just beginning to climb "Mount Sarahfat." Their teen mommy is doing fine, as well. I just hope every extra body that I've taken on gets their own homes, before I have to move. (End of May.) I. am. not. a. hoarder. Yeah. Keep on saying that. You may make it true, someday. Great boyfriend repellent - too many animals...

Just rescued a young mother cat and her 3-day-old kittens. I am really beginning to hate people. Fix your damned pets, already! Not sure the babes are going to make it. I hear sneezes, already. Hope it's just hay fever. Probably not. They were at local Animal Control shelter. Stupid shelter worker had put them *directly in the line of contagion*, trying to get them away from the sneezers near her. So, instead of leaving her in cage above them, she puts her directly across from them. Fix yourselves, already.

Just picked up a 12-year-old novel by Christopher Rice, Anne Rice's far more talented writer son. Wow.  "A Density of Souls." I. did. not. want. it. to. be. over.

I have no idea why my writing has been formatted with such huge spaces in between lines. frustrating.

Gently, gently I must tread

That I not fill his heart with dread

That I my wants may meet a while

By his charms that so beguile

Excerpt from an email I wrote to a "slave." Guess what? No response, after. "Slave" my fat, white arse: 

No Dominant writes a considered profile, instructs prospective callers on what to do and expects what they write to be ignored. In your contact emails, while I'm sure you are sincere, I don't see any evidence that what I asked of you (the potential submissive) is of interest or import to you. Can you see where this may fall a little flat with a Domina? 

... I recommend that, when you write to one of us, you read and respond to her profile and journal entries, if she has any. Also, I would recommend that you read the FAQs in the "Ask a Mistress" forum. Old threads can be very instructive, also. 

Ah, me. I'm still seeking my "Wun Trew Sub." Are you out there, baby boy? (Not DIAPER baby! Oh, Goddess. I think I just invited a shit storm. literally.) Someone to read my very long profile and find that he fits my needs and proves it...by being here. Still meeting potentials who, unfortunately, don't seem to have a normal bone in their bodies and don't seem to understand that the Dominant is the one whose agenda has to be met, first, at least. Bless, 'em.

For those of you anxiously at the edge of your seats about the baby birds: They lived, they fledged. They, probably, got eaten by the cats.

I'm gone for almost a year and the idjits swarm out of the woodwork, as soon as I log in! Oy vay! Please, boys, "submissives" don't make it all about them! Honestly! I shake my head in wonderment that y'ain't gettin' it. At all. At all. 

Saturday afternoon, my neighbor offered me a
'topsy-turvy' planter that was going to shreds. She had placed it on her deck, saving it for me, as she thought I might want the potting soil contained for my herb garden. When I went to open the top, I noticed a nest full of baby birds. They weren't doing much - just staring up at me. Normally, they would have popped their little mouths open for food. I asked her how long she had had the nest on her deck (which, by the way, sees alot of doggy activity). "Five days." Jesus F'ing Christ. Still, I put the nest back where it had been hanging and spent the afternoon periodically checking for signs of parental activity. Nothing.

So, after no parental activity observed for four hours, I took them in. I'm out there, in the back yard, digging up worms. What do I know what they need to eat?? I conduct some online research and find that I can completely soften dry cat kibble and feed that to them. It's a good thing, too, because by the fourth trip, I think the worms had caught on to me.

It's Monday afternoon, about time for another feeding, and they are doing fine. Their pin feathers have put on some definition, everybody has finally begun to open wide *every* time I go to feed, and all is well with my little ark.

They're in their original nest, in a closed pet carrier. Now, I need to see if Eddie, my tabby, is trying to "comfort" them, again.

Hm. What to say? While at once I am feeling hopeful and happier that I have current friendships and potential friendships with submissive men, I am also keenly frustrated that those who seem the most desirable to me (those able and willing to provide all the aspects of a complete relationship - a D/s, female-directed, loving, permanent, or, at least, long-term, partnership) are far, far away. Boo-hoo.

Okay, so I wasted about 20 minutes on "The Celestine Prophecy." Now, to decide whether to use it for tp, to prop up that wobbly table leg, or to foist it onto some other sucker....

I've made it easier for those of you who want those bonus points. (See two entries prior) I've created an Amazon.com wishlist. Username's the same: QueenRah.

...waiting...

...still waiting...

Okay, gorramit. I've finally bought myself a copy of "The Celestine Prophecy." Yes, it's been around for years. Yes, millions of people have been affected by it. Yes, many friends have told me, "You've got to read this book. So much of what you're saying is in there."

Eh. I just haven't been interested. I'm still not interested. But, for a quarter at a yard sale? - What the hell.

So, I'll tell you how it ends. Oh, you already know. Well, don't tell me how it ends.

plortz.

Moving day, today! Just got into my little cottage in the country and will be offline, again, for how long? Dunno. Signing out, for now. Those of you with whom I have conversed and not completely shut out may contact me at the Y*hoo address I have given. Please make your subject line DISCREET!!!!! If there are any cute, 28+ year-old, blond-ish subbie boys living in Atlanta who want to be spontaneous, drop me a line and I'll tell you how to get there. Then, we can talk...philosophy.

TY

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