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Mistress Andromeda. Green-eyed redhead looking for truly submissive men. 2$ y/o, rubenesque, intelligent, + mature beyond my years. Living in the Chapel Hill area. Activist by day, Ruler Of Men by night. Believe in the Female Led Relationship + Female Superiority. My lifestyle choice is partly a quest for feminine empowerment, an act of protest against this damn Patriarchy we are all subjected to... But mainly, I love owning a man who's hearts desire is to be at my beck and call. *You must be older than 35, intelligent, financially secure, and single. *You must either live in or around the Research Triangle area, or be ready to travel/relocate. * You MUST be SERIOUS about dedicating your life to serving me and (to the best of your ability) ensuring my happiness. *I am not looking for to abuse anyone, I will not verbally degrade or humiliate you... *I am not looking for someone who expects me to dress like the "pornstar" version of a dominant woman. *I will not waste my time and energy helping you explore your kinks. To get my attention, you MUST email me at the.ruler.of.men@gmail.com....put the word "Hyacinth" in the subject line. *Bonus points if you recognize the pendant around my neck in the last picture I put up. If you do, put that in the subject line instead of Hyacinth.

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8/6/2011 10:08:15 PM

"Mistress Andromeda,

My apologies for the delay in getting this to you.  I cannot express how delighted I was to meet you.  The feeling exceed my meager writing skills.  I recall standing on the street waiting to meet you and then suddenly, there you were on a bike.  Adorable and cute were the first things that came to mind.  And then we spoke.

Adorable and cute still applied, but suddenly there was steel behind the adorable and cute.  In the short time I was honored to meet you I learned quickly that you are a woman of power and who naturally deserves respect.

A real turning point for me was your description of the slave who had a dildo harness fitted to his face and a blindfold.  The complete objectification of the slave as he was there to please you with not even the ability to see you was wonderful.  I left wishing I were that object of use for you.  I wished I were that object in a room of your friends and lovers, being used as you saw fit.

 

I continue, even weeks later, to be impressed with you. Thank you for meeting me."


6/27/2011 2:02:57 PM

Response from DC native subbyboy:

"I was intrigued by the Craigslist posting and your response to it. My first thought was that I generally do find the women here to be positive in their outlook to life (at least as much as the men), although never having been to San Fran I can't compare - certainly people here on the East Coast metropolitan area can have a serious focus not found in the rest of the country. However, I also agreed with your responses and critiques.


I think much of the dissatisfaction stems from living in and working for the Global Seat of Patriarchy and Corruption because many of these ladies are:

a. immersed in a culture of superficiality that loudly bellows just how much their value in society decreases with every pound, wrinkle, and year they gain....

Definitely true. 

 

 

b. slowly realizing that the job they do is basically supporting a microcosm of the Great Machine, specifically put in place by wealthy Caucasian men to protect the interests of other wealthy Caucasian men....

I don't know if most women have made that conscious realization, although some have - but certainly many who come here with feelings of optimism find themselves "part of the machine."


and

c.constantly fending off unwanted advances from male co-workers and skeezy bosses, realizing they will forever be passed over for promotion by said male counterparts, even while working just as hard, if not harder, for less pay...
Indisputible. I know that many women here are rightfully frustrated that they have to fend off the advances of their male colleagues and bosses, or just dealing with their leering eyes and glances and touches (particularly in warm weather), and therefore have a defensiveness towards strange men. All the more reason why this world will be a happier place when Women are in charge and men are in the subservient role."


6/27/2011 1:12:21 PM

My response to Craigslist writer in previous post:

 

Yes, frowny feminine faces abound in our Nation's Capitol, I find it pretty damn depressing myself.

 

I think much of the dissatisfaction stems from living in and working for the Global Seat of Patriarchy and Corruption because many of these ladies are:

 

a. immersed in a culture of superficiality that loudly bellows just how much their value in society decreases with every pound, wrinkle, and year they gain....

 

b. slowly realizing that the job they do is basically supporting a microcosm of the Great Machine, specifically put in place by wealthy Caucasian men to protect the interests of other wealthy Caucasian men....

 

and

 

c.constantly fending off unwanted advances from male co-workers and skeezy bosses, realizing they will forever be passed over for promotion by said male counterparts, even while working just as hard, if not harder, for less pay...

 

Thoughts?

 

Always down to meet interesting people, especially if you are a man that appreciates empowered ladies and is not that DC typical brand of megamachismo'ed suit.


6/27/2011 1:08:46 PM

Saw this on Craigslist, any thoughts from other DC natives?:

"Why are most womyn so plagued with dissatisfied faces in this city? I happen to be a bright, happily displaced person from San Francisco, yet
im at a loss here in DC- all my attempts at conjuring a smile out of the female form seem to be met with scowls and hostility. What frequencies
are you ladies running on???? I understand the hustle and bustle of work- I happen to be here on work requirements as well, but I tend to bring
joy to my environment on a daily basis. I wake up with a joy to be alive and with an opportunity to reach out to those around me. Maybe my
happiness makes me out to be a social leper- but i cant hold back. There are too many lovelies here with soo much displaced feelings on their
faces- it saddens me. You attempt at easing the tensions by frequenting new "happy hours" or by working on your fitness.. . . . . what mundane
distractions. It start with a smile which activates with a conversation.
Why seek distractions? There is much more to gain experientially than by conforming to trends of the working class."


6/18/2011 5:48:05 PM

Asked favorite sub for letter of recommendation:

"One of D.C's newest dommes is Goddess Andromeda. But what kind of domme is she?

Goddess Andromeda is a Sensual Domme. She rules with her mind and her manner. She doesn't rule with whips or chains or brute force. But do not be mistaken -- if you challenge her, she can administer one hell of a spanking. I once had marks for five days to prove this. Since then, though, I haven't really challenged her. :)

Goddess Andromeda is a Cerebral Domme. She is 22 years old going on 35. She is smart, intelligent, precocious. One might not think this of a 22-year-old, but she can hold her own in any conversation, any time, any place. Fuck with her mind at your own risk.

Goddess Andromeda is a Political Domme. She takes progressive politics seriously -- and personally. I think this is important in this town. It's not so much that Republicans or those not politically minded wouldn't like her. Rather, it is that those of us who work in progressive politics and advocacy need a domme like this.

Goddess Andromeda  is a Female Supremacist Domme. It is not that she believes that any woman is better than any man. That is not so.  Rather, she believes women should be superior to men. And those that are should be obeyed and cherished.

Goddess Andromeda is a Strong Domme. Her physical strength belies her 4'11" frame. I once challenged her to a wrestling match. She laughed and had me on my back in less than 5 seconds. I thought that must be a fluke, so I challenged her again. Again, 5 seconds, and I was flat on my back, penned down. I challenged her a third time. Same result, and this time she even hurt me just a little bit (not on purpose, although I have to confess I wouldn't have minded that!)

Goddess Andromeda is not your ordinary domme. She is sort of like the girl next door that you had a crush on when you were growing up.

 

I am infatuated."

 


6/17/2011 6:25:59 AM

Dear Goddess,

I love that you are an artist and musician. I love music and appreciate art but unfortunately I was not endowed with those gifts and talents.

I am a spiritual person at heart and I believe it is our ability to create (art, music, stories, etc.) that demonstrates that we are spiritual beings and not merely evolved animals.

How I envy musicians and artists.

Does anything connect us to our Creator (God/Goddess) more than song?

Does anything make the soul take flight more than music?

I’ve studied different religions and I’ve always been drawn to the Psalms in the Old Testament Bible as they were not sacred scriptures to those than penned them but they were songs of praise created from the heart. I’ve also believed that songs and art demonstrate the feminine side of God/Goddess. When I hear a beautiful song and my heart is lifted, I take on feminine traits, as I am sometimes moved to tears.

 Don’t get me wrong, I am masculine most of the time, can’t help it because I am a man, but when I worship a woman, I want to be taken low, I want to be humbled and emasculated so I can be freed from that hard masculine shell. Serving a woman, be it giving her a massage or worshipping her body or even licking her boots, I feel the male ego and masculinity surrendering to the woman’s feminine power, and it is a freeing experience.

It is a spiritual experience.


6/15/2011 7:25:34 PM

Yes.

"I sincerely and passionately believe, that most male anger and violence, could be annulled and averted, if they only knew the limitless joy of being owned by the Superior Sex."


6/15/2011 7:13:48 PM

Well written and spot on...:

"Thanks so much for calling this evening. i really enjoyed the conversation. You are a remarkably interesting woman, and i look forward to getting to know You better.

i hope i can serve You adequately and in a pleasing manner. i like the thought of redressing the imbalance of power and authority in our patriarchial society. That concept resonates powerfully with me. Serving a young woman is exciting because they are arguably the least powerful segment of our society. Yet, to dominate, a woman has to have and recognize her own power. You have power, prepossession and decisiveness and, i suspect, enjoy wielding the power and seeing the obedience and submission of the male."

 

 


6/14/2011 6:43:16 AM

Mistress Andromeda,

I see that you have at least one sub writing essays for you on various topic. Although not being honored with an assignment, I write in an effort to demonstrate my submissive nature and history. I hope that this is not too presumptuous.
My inadvertent start with D/s was at 16. For several years I had been making a few dollars a week by doing chores for a neighbor, Jodi. Jodi was in her 30s and had a daughter who was 2 when this journey began. I recall, however, noticing her body even before then because I knew her when she first got pregnant. That was the first time I had seen a woman's body transform. I noticed her breasts, her hips and of course her belly. I cannot tell whether I found it sexy because I was predisposed to pregnant women or if I now find pregnant women sexy because she was during my first real rush of sexual thoughts.
Anyway, the most common chore I preformed was helping her do food shopping and unloading the bags. One day I helped her unload the stuff in her kitchen and she leaned over to get something off the floor. She saw me look at her breasts, which I could see due to a loose shirt and bra. She walked over and slapped me across the face and told me I was dirty and that she would not pay me. She said that she was not going to tell, and that I could keep working for her. This repeated itself several times and in hindsight I see that it was intentional.
We quickly worked to the stage where instead of paying me she would let me see her breasts. I was thrilled! After nearly six months of being shown her breasts, she let me touch them as a reward for working hard. From there she began explaining the birds and bees to me and showing me more and more of her body. Within about 6 months, I was allowed to watch her pee, hand her toilet paper, and suckle as my reward for chores well done.
When I turned 17, she allowed me to lick her and taught me how to do it in a way she liked. All of this was always after working for her and as my payment. When i was 17 she became pregnant with her second child. She allowed me to see and serve all through her pregnancy, even to suckling milk after the child was done feeding. This, I think, helped me develop a sense of subservience. I learned as part of my first sexual experiences that touching and seeing a woman's body was my reward to be earned.
We never progress beyond me being allowed to lick her. She never touched me nor was I ever allowed to touch my cock or do anything else remotely sexual with her. As I look back on those experiences, which were very limited, they were profound. Rather than expecting sex, I view even touching a woman as a reward. Through the years this foundation was expanding on and eventually led to a wide variety of submissive acts and some cuckolding.
Thank you for your time. I hope this story, which is true, pleased you.

6/11/2011 8:12:57 AM

Essay requested from PurelyAcademic on his experiences as a crossdresser...am very proud of him, his writing is wonderful and sincere:

"Dearest Mistress Andromeda,

 Here is my latest essay, as You requested...I hope You find it enjoyable!

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          In life, there are occasionally those moments where a light switch goes off in your mind and you suddenly realize something which, up until that point, had not occurred to you or crossed your mind.  In my case, I had one such moment when I was around 10 years old—and the major realization, for me, was that I wanted to wear girl’s clothing and see what it would be like. 

What made the switch go off, however?  I had never “dressed up” before, I did not have any sisters or many female relatives, nor had I been exposed to the idea from any other source.  For me, I recall the issue was admiration—and specifically, admiring the schoolgirls that I would see every day before and after school, walking on the streets in my neighborhood, wearing their school’s uniform.  Typically, this uniform consisted of a jumper, tights or knee socks, a blouse and a girly pair of shoes, such as Mary-Janes.  Though I did not go to a private school where such a uniform was enforced, I recall walking home from school one day when I was in the 5th grade.  I saw a schoolgirl walking home from her school, in uniform of course, and that’s when the light switch went off in my mind.  Looking at her uniform, I suddenly became curious: what would it be like to wear it?  I decided that I would have to find out for myself.

This was an interesting time in my life for two reasons.  First (and this likely is connected to me developing my desire to crossdress), this was about the time that I hit puberty.  Second, this was about the time that my parents began to leave me home by myself for more extended periods of time.  This fact was to my advantage as far as crossdressing was concerned, because within a couple of days, I had my opportunity: I came home from school, and I knew my parents would not be home for a couple of more hours.  I immediately went to my mom’s closet and began to look around.  It was my lucky day: my mom just so happened to have a pleated skirt that was very reminiscent of what a schoolgirl would wear, along with a white blouse and a pair of knee highs.  Interestingly, I never recalled her wearing any of those items, but there they were, located in the closet waiting for me.  I took of my male clothes and immediately put on the women’s clothing that I had picked out, my hands trembling in excitement.  And what I found was that it felt amazing.  I just couldn’t resist the feeling of wearing the knee highs, of what it felt like to wear a skirt, of the soft fabrics and textures that were on my body.  And I remember that it was so exciting for me that, yes, I masturbated. 

Of course, I could not continue the fun for long—I knew my family would be arriving home and so I got undressed and tried to put the clothes back as neatly and carefully as possible, knowing that I’d get another chance to dress up soon.  And indeed, that’s what happened.  “Dressing up” became one of my favorite after-school activities, basically whenever I had the house to myself for any period of time.  I began to try on different skirts, dresses, blouses, pantyhose, knee highs, my mom’s panties, and even ventured to heels (I found that my mom’s heels, at the time, fit me quite well) and makeup.  And with that, I began to also experience my first scares as well—several close calls when my parents would come home early, or when my mother would notice that things in her closet seemed to have been moved about, which I’d always find some excuse for, fortunately! 

And so it went for me.  I’d dress up at home whenever I could, and the more I dressed up, the more I enjoyed it.  I loved the smell and taste of lipstick, the scent of makeup, the soft fabrics and luxurious textures of the clothes I’d wear, the way they felt against my body and how they were at once constraining and liberating.  I loved how it felt to walk around in high heels, and I was particularly turned on by the feeling of the soft fabric of a skirt or dress caressing against my pantyhosed legs.  It was heaven for me.  This “hobby” grew so enjoyable for me, that within a couple of years, when I got on the Internet for the first time, I began to do some research, looking online for more information about boys like myself who liked to wear girl’s clothing.  Not only did I discover that this was relatively common, but it also was not long before I began to come across websites that not only depicted crossdressing, but did so in the context of female domination and male submission.  The first such sites I came across featured erotic fiction of such a nature, and as I began to read such stories, I became more turned on than I had ever been before.  Finally, it all made sense to me—because not only did I enjoy crossdressing, but I did find that I was particularly attracted to the types of girls at school who were bossy or assertive or even, dare I say, bitchy.  Now it all fit together: I wanted to submit to a dominant female, and as part of my submission, to be dressed up and to perform other such “forbidden” acts as well. 

Unfortunately for me, it took a number of years before any of these fantasies became a reality.  I was too scared to approach any girl to share my “secret” and there was certainly no way I could take my crossdressing out into the open.  Eventually, during my high school years, I also outgrew most of my mother’s clothing and I began to “dress up” less and less frequently.  What I had to guide me through those years were my imagination, my many fantasies, and what I’d read on the Internet.  In high school, as I’d take the subway to and from school, I would again admire the schoolgirls who were also taking the train to their respective schools.  I’d wish that I could wear their uniforms, which were of a more teenage style than the jumpers and peter pan collars that I had originally become attracted to.  I began to fantasize about being “caught” by these schoolgirls, forced to change into their worn uniforms, and forced to humiliate myself in front of them—putting on makeup, worshipping their feet, talking about “girl” stuff and so forth.  Of course that never happened, but my imagination ran rampant.  I’d visit websites that sold girls clothing online and was particularly attracted to beautiful, flowing prom dresses.  I’d also, when I could and with a little bit of embarrassment, buy girls’ magazines such as Seventeen, to admire the clothes that were featured inside and to pretend, at least in my mind, that I was a girl at that moment reading a girl’s magazine.

It wasn’t until college that I finally was able to dress up again, and it wasn’t until then that I had the opportunity to actually serve a Dominant Woman for the first time.  Beginning with my undergraduate years, I began to build up my own wardrobe for the first time, and finally had the opportunity to wear so many of the clothes that I had only dreamt about up until that time: a prom gown, a wedding gown, an actual school uniform, mary janes, a maid’s outfit, and so much more.  And just as it was back then, the act of dressing up is just as exciting for me today.  The feeling of the clothes, the scent and taste of lipstick, and especially the caress of soft fabric against pantyhosed or stockinged legs are all immense turn-ons that have never wavered.  But those early days remain special in my mind, as aside from the excitement I garnered from the act of dressing up itself, there was a sense of adventure and discovery, that I was doing something that I was not supposed to be doing, a realm reserved for girls only.  Those were exciting times that I look back upon fondly, even as they set me down the road towards the intriguing new world of female domination and male submission."


6/6/2011 2:39:05 PM

I requested an essay on what cuckolding meant to PurelyAcademic:

"Dear Mistress Andromeda,

 

Here is my essay on cuckolding...I hope it is to Your liking!


            Cuckolding, for me, represents one of the ultimate forms of submission and subjugation for a slave, as well as an activity which is quite empowering for any Dominant Woman.  It is an activity which, like few others, can truly allow a Dominant Woman to completely assert control over her slave and within the relationship, while reinforcing—mentally and physically—the slave’s status as well.  Furthermore, it is an activity which combines so many other potential aspects of the lifestyle into one, adding to its appeal and intrigue—as I will describe below.

            One of the most appealing aspects of cuckolding is the sexual freedom and empowerment it affords a Dominant Woman.  It is of tremendous appeal to me to know that my Domme can freely go with any man (or woman) of her choice, at any time.  At the same time, I would have to remain loyal to my Domme, and this loyalty could be ensured through the use of a chastity device.  Such a device could be locked on me for as long as the Domme desires, perhaps for days, weeks or even months at a time.  I would not be able to touch myself, to get hard, or to achieve orgasm, all the while my Domme is able to experience as much sexual pleasure as she desires, whenever she desires and with whomever she desires.

            Of course, that does not mean that I could not be sexually active.  Indeed, as a slave, I would love to learn how to bring pleasure to both women and men alike, as a woman would.  To spend large amounts of time on my knees, to use my mouth, tongue, and lips as my Domme (or anyone my Domme wishes for me to be with) desires.  Indeed, this skill could become particularly useful in serving as a fluffer for my Domme, sucking off my Domme’s male partners and fluffling them up, or cleaning them up afterwards.  Similarly, I could also use my mouth, lips and tongue to clean up creampies after my Domme has had sex.  All of this would be done without hesitation or complaint and without any reciprocation.  I would be expected to provide sexual service and pleasure on demand, and in that sense, I would also learn to experience what many women, historically, have been subjected to as well.  I would learn to enjoy the taste of cum, and would always be expected to swallow.

            Indeed, the aforementioned scenarios also show some of the many ways in which numerous activities pertaining to domination and submission can be incorporated into cuckolding.  For instance, I could be forced to dress up in female or sissy clothing (crossdressing), including uncomfortable or restraining outfits such as corsets or lockable outfits and heels, locked in chastity, gagged or tied up in some way (bondage), and of course, I could be displayed in front of my Domme’s partners or even made to pleasure them as well, adding a tremendous dose of humiliation to the mix as well.  Additionally, while kneeling at the foot of the bed, I could perhaps even be forced to do such things as worship my Domme’s feet and suck her toes while she is having sex.  Domestic service could also be incorporated into the mix in a number of ways, such as preparing the home for my Domme and her guest, to helping my Domme get ready to go out on a date or to look good for her partner.  I could provide manicures, pedicures, help my Domme get dressed, help her with her hair, and much more. 

            In addition to all of the above, blackmail could be added to the mix as well in a variety of different ways.  Blackmail could, of course, be used to ensure that I perform all of the above duties as a cuckold without any complaint or any hesitation but instead with great eagerness and enthusiasm.  Even if I became frustrated with being a cuckold or found it to be not as appealing in reality as it is in the fantasy, even if I was frustrated with being in chastity or being denied release, blackmail could ensure that I continue to comply without complaint.  Additionally, the performance of such humiliating acts as fluffing, blowjobs, cleaning up creampies, serving as a sissy maid for my Domme and her partner, or even just kneeling at the foot of the bed while my Domme and her partner are having sex—would also provide numerous opportunities for new blackmail material to be collected through video recordings, photographs or both. 

            Cuckolding need not involve my presence, however.  It would be just as humiliating and frustrating to know that my Domme is out with another man or woman while I am perhaps left behind at home, not being able to observe what is happening but with the full knowledge of what is taking place.  And in this instance, my Domme, upon her return, could, if she chooses, share all the details of her evening with me, knowing that all it will do is frustrate me further, especially being that I would likely be locked in a chastity device.  In such cases, I could again help my Domme get ready for her night out, as described above, and could even provide money or a credit card for my Domme to pay for her date on my dime."


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