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How does a domme end a messagge to a sub she is interested in? I usually use "thanks for your time," because I can appreciate that it takes time to read through the dozens of messages most subs get on a weekly if not daily basis.
Perhaps its partly because I believe in being polite- the automatic attitude that some dominants take makes me laugh. "Worthless sub-beast, you shalll submit to me now," is less than inspiring in my opinion. Besides, why waste good domme energy on every message? |
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Today's experimentation: gluten-free chocolate cake.
I've a possible GF wedding cake commission coming up later this year, so need to figure out the ratios of different types of GF flours before I actually take it. the cake is in the oven and smells amazing. |
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Do you hide who and what you are? Would you avoid telling your family that you're seeing a woman (much less a married one)? Are the people in your life so shallow they wouldn't accept what made you happy?
If so, why continue that path? I came out of pretty much every closet possible a few years ago and while I lost few family members communication over it, I'm much happier. If they can't love me for who and what I am, they aren't worth my time. I know my worth.
Do you know yours?
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"When the world slips you a Jeffery, stroke the furry walls."
Fibro counts as a Jeffery, right? I need a furry wall... not to be confused with a furry tied to the wall. Two different things entirely. Not that there's anything wrong with a furry or having one ;) |
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Researching potential characters for an upcoming Steampunk event. I think it would be great fun to play a spiritualist or medium, perhaps Emma Hardinge Britten?
I love a good horror story and blending that with the joy that comes from teaching a little-known aspect of history to an audience should be a grand amount of fun. |
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I see a trend here, of women seeking to be sluts and dominants of whatever gender encouraging that. While to each their own, I don't agree that sluttyness is a desirable quality in a submissive. I'm not looking for a slave so won't even go into that.
I am a firm believer of the concept "if she/he/whatever put out that easy for you they did so for everyone else and you're going to get crotch rot." I admit it's a dark view but in a world where STI/D's can kill you, better safe then sorry. So being an easy slut isn't a positive in my book. Experience isn't bad, but if you're counting triple digits, I'm probably not the domme for you.
While the total slut is mostly responsible for the continued survival the beta-male gene, I am not one so don't appreciate it in that respect. Brownie points if you know what book that's paraphrased from.
I think this slut-promoting attitude has spilled over to personal photos as well here and elsewhere on the internet. If your best features are your tits, ass, twat, whatever, that's kind of sad, don't you think? I understand wanting to keep one's identity secret (never know where the boss looks for perving material) but save the nude pics for at least the second message or a PM request. Should your bare body be something special instead of a common internet commodity?
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I hate the snow. The coldness of it, the sheer whiteness of it, the bloody fucking way it makes people forget how to drive, all of it I dislike. There is nothing magical about snowfall to me, unless it happens in CA in July. Then I'll be impressed before I get wicked pissed about being cold. |
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What Are They Made Of
What are little subs made of?
Whip marks and sighs,
And sweetly voiced cries,
That's what little subs are made of.
What are fierce dommes made of?
Sultry sugar and spice
And things naught and nice,
That's what fierce dommes are made of.
I enjoy perverting nursery rhymes. What can you write for me?
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Forcing myself to write a paper on the truths of the first Thanksgivings. It's a dark part of American history and a tragedy many ignore. The topics I find myself writing about for school... |
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Making Diet Killer Brownies, now in Dairy and Gluten free! Hubby's cousin's daughter can't have gluten or dairy and a friend of mine can't have dairy but I can't have the GF flour because it has nightshade in it. Ah the joys of allergies and food sensitivities. |
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I cannot help but wonder why so many women here list fisting as a hard limit. That may be due to my experiences with it being positive though. My hubby is more vanilla than kink swirl but he enjoys giving it.
Maybe it's hand size based. I don't think I would let anyone with hands markedly larger than mine fist me. We have similar hand sizes, even the same ring size, the hubby and I.
Is that the issue? Or perhaps, as with other things, not enough lube was used in prior attempts? Just not enjoying it is something I can understand, it is not everyone's kink. But to loathe it to the point of a hard limit makes me curious as to why. |
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Hurting in a bad way can ruin an entire day. |
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Does requesting someone use correct capitalization and punctuation make me a grammar Nazi? I can deal with spelling issues because without Firefox to correct them, my spelling is sub-par at times. Part of me even understands the BDSM online norms of a submissive using lowercase letters when referring to themselves. It drives me nuts some days but I get it.
I am actively pursuing a bachelors degree and having to see some of the things my peers write for class makes me shake my head at the sheer awfulness. Should I be more tolerant of people who may not have been taught proper written communication skills?
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Sometimes the why of something draws me. Like a fox in search of elusive prey, I seek the meaning, the method or the reason behind what intrigues me.
Also, my spelling sucks on the ipad but autocorrect is not always right. |
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Is pain the release you're seeking? Does being bitten hard enough to wear My mark days later sound like a wonderful idea?
Are you too shy to message me? You shouldn't be. I won't throw rocks at you, not my kind of kink. |
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Any pegasisters here? Does liking MLP make me less of a domme? NO, it just makes me likely to hum "Winter Wrap Up" while I flog you. |
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Hair is bleached and waiting for it to dry before it gets turned a montage of colors. Going to an art school and not working means I can do this now without having an issue with an employer. Good stuff. |
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In the chat rooms tonight- #Passion for Submission to be specific. |
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Pandora Radio is a wonderful thing.
"And tell me that we belong together,
Dress it out with the trappings of love,
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips...."
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I wonder, would advertising for a service-oriented submissive help? |
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"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon thier defences ...
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before ...
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ...
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ...
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night ..."
Who wants to help me make the music of the night? |
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Sometimes the "sub speak" used online bothers me. I know that for the most part, not capitalizing things like "i" and proper names is a way of showing online submission. While it irks the correct usage of English part of me, I can put up with it. But when punctuation is considered highly optional and text-speak is okay, it makes for a message I'm guaranteed not to respond well to.
Bitch, bitch, bitch- but if you cannot be bothered to type out "y-o-u" instead of simply "u" I am not the PYL for you. |
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I do wonder what other PYL's think of submissives that flash their genitalia about the internet as if it is something free for all to enjoy.
Personally, I find such things a turn-off. If a woman is that quick to share herself with others, how can I trust that she will not share herself so readily with others once she's mine? Trust and loyalty are very important to me and are vital in any relationship I form. Where there is no trust, there can be no love. |
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So, what's the point of having a "pet" or sub or whatever title is appropriate for the relationship if you can't see them on a regular basis? I've never been one for long distance relationships- if I can't touch you it makes you less real. Sad, but true. |
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Pretty great fourth of July this year. Plenty of good friends, good food and fireworks to go around.
"I cast Magic Missiles against the darkness!" |
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Bitchy vs. feisty, the difference is in the perception. Also, if you can't spell a word as simple as "tonight," then I can't help you much. |
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Why do people have their butt, in some state of bareness, as their primary profile pic? Is that what they want to be defined by- their ass? Isn't there more to life than bums and the infliction of sensation thereon? Not to fond of the "look at my hairy vagina" pics either. Most of them look contrived and desperate.
What happened to mystery? To leading up to the nude, be it in person or via pics sent to someone worthy? Does the bare-bits poster feel that anyone is worthy? Is their self-esteem that low?
Or perhaps it is done to avoid showing their face. I mean, how many people in the break room are going to recognize your vagina unless you work in porn or nude photography? Well, maybe if you're the office slut, in which case you're probably not what I want anyway. |
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I'm getting a lot of fellow PYL's viewing my profile lately. Not quite sure why though. |
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I think you can tell a lot about someone sometimes from what they have listed under dislike, hate and hard limit.
Of course, I loathe coffee shops because the smell of coffee makes me nauseated, so that may be just a minor portion of someone's personality. Still what gets listed does amuse me sometimes. |
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Getting ready for faire this weekend. I don't have a lot of hobbies, but faire is one of my favorites. |
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Looking forward to the Labyrinth Ball this July.
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How do you find your dream if you can't see it clearly? |
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Sometimes, the fact that I can write what I'm told is fairly decent preternatural/horror sex scenes amuses me. Other times, it pleases me to know others lust after my mental creations. What more could a writer ask (other than publication)? |
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"But you can't take the sky from me..." I love that show. |
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There's just something about putting a chocolate cream pie into the fridge to cool and set. It gives a wonderful feeling of accomplishment, at least this morning.
Yes, I craft sweets at random hours. |
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Contemplating getting involved with the LA Bi Task Force for an upcoming parade. |
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I have a serious desire to run my nails over someones back,
Just to watch the marks appear like a crimson lace,
Bite her, spank her, mark her flesh,
And take delight in look on her face. |
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So... profile reading really is difficult for a great many people. Which surprises me sometimes. You'd have a higher success rate approaching potential partners that are at least looking for what you offer instead of those looking for the other gender or side of the paddle. |
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Wonder what my appeal to male doms is. *shrugs*
If you want to read some of my work, check out: http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=509480 |
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Creative drive is back online, which is a good thing.
I need to get new pictures for profiles. I think the big, fluffy dress may be hiding that I'm more of a jeans & t-shirt kind of woman. |
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Turned my hair purple today. Partly a show of solidarity with the LGBTQ community, because I'm bisexual and it can be a challenge. The other part is I've done red and pink so far this year. Never done purple before, so am curious to see how it looks with my coloring/eyes. I like it. |
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Lightning is rolling overhead. Rain is coming down as if it were scared form the sky.
I love the thunder but I loathe the pain the changes in barometric pressure brings. |
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New rule: any males that can't be bothered to read my profile, I will delete the message and block. Why?
Well, why should I answer their messages when they can't be bothered to look beyond the fluffy dress?
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Don't do urine or feces play. Of any kind.
There's too much medic in me to ever want to do that.
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I will not destroy you. I don't want to destroy anyone. I'm a healer. Erotic pain is enjoyable but if it requires surgery or sutures to fix, I'm not going to do it.
Seriously, if one breaks ones toys, then one can't play with them anymore. Plus the whole SSC/RACK thing is worth thinking about.
And why would I put the energy into crafting a scene for someone I didn't care about? Why put that kind of energy in? Why hurt someone I care about in an irreparable manner?
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LHK + JB of TDP+ leaf blower = fun
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tschnack/4962395614/in/set-72157624737540489/
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The worst censors of sex are those that aren't getting any or that are getting exactly what they're censoring in others.
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When referring to another person, the word "you" has three whole letters. Not one. "U" is not a sufficient form of address in any fashion outside of maybe a hastily typed text message. If you cannot be bothered to type the other two letters in the word "you" why should I bother with you?
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Random thought of the day: It would be terribly fun to help a gay man find a dress to get married to the guy of his dreams in.
Of course, I believe everyone should have the right to marry where they will so long as all parties are of legal age and are not related.
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I long for someone to bite and scratch, spank and flog that will enjoy it.
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What on Earth should I be "giving" to a male sub that's clearly illiterate? Don't need any males in any capacity.
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In the mood to spank someone, that itching in the palm of my hand. The sensation that it should be meeting sharply with a curved, feminine bottom.
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Block block block button. Seems to be the theme of today's messages. I loathe scripted messages. Show me you read my profile or at least a journal or two.
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Local, female, near my age and preferably willing to do faire with me, that's what I want.
Okay its not that simple... she has to be able to accept being in a relationship to a woman married to a non-BDSM practicing man. And not be batshit crazy. Or allergic to dogs/cats.
I seem to attract attention from those outside SoCal, which bewilders me.
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I don't understand some of the people on here. If you're going to take the time to message someone, wouldn't you want to read their profile first? To let you know if you're wasting your time or not at least?
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It seems so strange to me that something as simple as a phone call can be the end of a potential relationship.
In my opinion, a relationship based only on online chatting is not a relationship with any real binding. If someone wishes to stand (or kneel) at my side, she must be willing to follow the path that leads her there. If that idea is too terrifying, if calling me is too horrifying, then don't waste my time.
It hurts too damn much when this happens. *growls*
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I must have some kind of strange attraction for women from the Frozen North (I'm a wuss about the cold, so sue me.)
In a way, its nice to chat to new people.
In another way, its frustrating to not connect with someone closer.
Sighs... working on that patience thing some more.
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Wow... spam. Messages with the feeling that they were scent to multiple dominant women.
I do know a few Dommes who are looking for male subs/slaves/toys but why would I bother to forward a message to one when it wasn't even originally written for me?
This goes for women, too. Mention something from my profile, prove you read it. Not difficult, its not that long.
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It was awesome. Took my roommate with me (he's a switch) because he
knows some of the locals and having a large male with you in an
uncertain situation isn't a bad idea. I hurt my arm on Tuesday and am
less trusting when I'm injured, though I'm not very trusting on a
general basis.
The restaurant part of the munch was pretty mundane getting to know you
stuff. Since no one struck me as creepy, we went to the play party at
someone's house.
There was an amazing suspension demo done by a cool local guy with a
lot of professional rigging experience. This was followed by a local
couple where he put her up in the suspension rig.
After that, one of the women there asked to be put up as well. We'd
spoken a bit while the first couple was doing their thing and I'd
learned that she was with a Dom couple who'd said she could go up but
no flogging or spanking. I asked if she would mind me helping or doing
it so I could learn, with the pro-rigger on hand. She's a larger woman
(not being mean, she was) and had been told previously that she was too
large to be suspended, though I didn't find out that last part until it
was all over.
My friend says that I didn't look nervous or worried as I was roping
her. I felt a little nervous, but it was like I hit this
Dom-hyper-focus that drove away the insecurities. I was very aware of
her, how she was doing, kept asking her if she was okay, was that too
tight, etc.
Had to be reshown the back knot once but the others I got myself. Got
her tied, cuffed and suspended without hurting myself. I have horrible
wrists and my grip strength is half of what it should be at times. But
it didn't hurt above my baseline to do the rope work to get her up. She
did get scared as she was leaning forward to let all her weight into
the ropes. The rigger had to help me get her feet up because I just
couldn't do it without hurting myself. She wasn't fighting, she was
tensing.
Once we had her suspended, she hung for a couple of moments. It was
amazing, that level of trust. She started to get faint so we slowly
took her down, eventually ending up with the two of us on the floor
holding hands. Which was where the rigger told me that she'd been told
she couldn't do suspension, which I said was bullshit. If I can manage
it and I'm broken, a normal, healthy PYL can learn.
I think I'm a medic Domme- after she'd come down and was moving I got
her to eat something, if only because it would make me feel better.
Afterward she said she had needed it but hadn't realized it.
So overall, a great night and I'm still hyped over it.
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I just want something real. Is that so difficult? So terrifying for others? Is a phone number that intimidating?
Am I intimidating? Heap big scary Domme-monster? If someone really wanted me, wouldn't they be willing to talk to me? To communicate with me?
*sighs*
This hope springing eternal thing is hell when its on the down swing.
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Oh, my, what a morning.
Mayhap I have found she that I seek? But so far distant physically.
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Maybe I should start an underweight sub care program. Feeding subs to get them to a healthy body weight.
I've got ribs and pulled pork along with Charlotte and Opera cake to start.
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Pies and tarts, corsets and surcoats, that's what my world has been made of as of late. Which is pretty satisfying on a couple of levels.
Now if only I could satisfy my desire to find a local woman to claim as my own. *sighs* The hunt continues.
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Is messaging a Domme difficult?
Perhaps. I know writing something more interesting then "you sound cool" can be difficult.
However, I'm often online in the "Passion for Submission" chat room and am relatively approachable there, especially for women.
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Happy New Year.
Why is it so difficult to convey that I want a real woman? That I'm not an online-type domme. I want to be able to grab her hair, throw her over a saw horse and flog her white and crimson.
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Lately I've been getting messages asking for help pertaining to relationships. I tend to have a pretty good grasp of relationship dynamics but I'm not sure I'm the best choice for a BDSM relationship councilor. I don't mind helping, its something I enjoy doing, but I do wonder if I'm the best option.
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I loathe when I actually get interested in someone and then they disappear without warning.
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Got to love that moment when you're messaging someone because their profile looked interesting, while they are messaging you because you looked at their profile.
Brought a smile to my lips.
Now, off to take a final.
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Tenacity has its place... but damn no means no, especially from a Domme. *rolls eyes*
In other news... my sadistic urges are flaring...
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"All I want for Christmas is" a girl of my own.
Things are going in good directions otherwise. I'm in school and I'm really enjoying it, learning a lot and feel its a positive step forward.
My sadistic tendencies tend to warm up as it gets colder. Is it bad when one's hands get so cold they can be used for sensation play? I'm the go to woman for burns- because my hands are nearly frozen 95% of the time, they cool things quickly.
Imagine my cool hands across a freshly cropped or paddled backside or more tender areas?
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Patisserie de Sade
Tue Oct 13, 2009, 10:03 PM
That
would fit well in the heart of downtown Riverside, right? Maybe tucked
next to Dragonmarsh? This thought process spawned by:
http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=975
I've
been kicking around the ideas of what I want my resturant/bakery to
look like. I figure if I'm going to dream, might as well dream big.
I
have this vision of a long glass-case counter, behind it standing a
beautiful woman in a French Maid style costume {cosplay is good,
right?} asking if she can help the customer make a selection.
Me
walking out with a tray full of flogger-shapped eclairs with spun-sugar
falls. Answering questions about baking and bondage.
Yeah,
I can see that project raising a few eyebrows during my last semseter
classes. And think of the poor design student I get paired with... need
to find a kink-friendly design tech.
In other news, I
managed to make stock this week. Both chicken and beef. I know, doesn't
seem like much, but a good stock is the base of a good sauce, so it is
a big deal. I enjoyed my first week of school. Need to work on my knife
skills though. I'm no where near good enough. I'm decent at cutting and sewing up people, but carrots and potatoes... well I need work.
This just in- I am now employed. Start up public safety project in the OC and I'm very excited. It pulls on my various work backgrounds and should help.
Still hunting for the woman I want though.
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Yes, curse the gussets. So much extra sewing.
Now for some background- GK has decided to accompany me to Hanford Faire, a Tudor event of proclaimed awsomeness. However, we both need corsets for the era of dress to fit properly. Well, I have one that will work (if by working you mean bruise the living fuck out of me) but GK, alas, does not.
So my jobless self is making her one. We're using a civil war era pattern because it was the closest we could find that came over the hips. Corsets taht don't come in over the hips dig like hellfire after a few hours (or moments).
So I just finished her mock up and am waiting for her to arrive to try it on. Then I'll tear that appart, use it as a pattern for the duck that awsome Carrie gave me as scraps and create it from there, with a run to DragonMarsh on the morrow for stays. OMGess.
Thank whoever is watching over me that my Auntie Babo gave me a Singer pro grade machine. Its a diety-send, yes it is. It goes right through six layers of duc with no problem, long as it has the right needle. It roxors.
And I had an interview yesterday and another today. Of the two, I'd rather get yesterday's job, but honestly, I'd be thankful for either of them. Yesterday's was for a TIC: Traffic Information Center job out of Irvine, yeah for the 74 drive. Today's was for a marketing firm in Riverside near Corona. Closer but I'd rather work in the TIC. Would give me an excuse to dress up as Capt Liberty, right?
I'm on a "waiting for GK so I get McFlurry and fries and can fit the mockup" break. My hands hurt. But I'm pretty happy with my current progress.
I have to have a stay-ready corset by tommorow morning... LONG night ahead.
And that wraps up the news for today. *bounces off singing the "DOOM" song*
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Time for a new faire. Yes, Irvine Lake faire. I'm shifting between excited and worried about drama...
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I do wonder, what about my profile suggests I'm submissive? *laughs*
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Going to the Irvine Irish Faire later today. I think it'll be fun. Yeah for being Scottish at an Irish faire....
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Is body shape/side/proprtions so much of an issue that it would probhibt even rational speaking between two beings that seek the other half of themselves?
It shouldn't be. I'm a size 14/16, big whoop ta do. I find women that are larger and smaller attractive.
I find women attactive based on more then just thier physical form. THat spark of intelligence, that flare of bravery, standfastedness, and that swish of sass. So what if you have big hips or thighs. Use 'em like Goddess gave 'em to you as a gift! Or stop whining, get a tredmil and work them to where you want them.
And may he who is without an ounce of flap throw the first stone.
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Haven't updated here in a very long time. I did get that job. And a new house. And I have the internet in my home once more.
Now if I can just find the woman I'm hunting for....
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Job interviews are strange things to look forward too... have one in the start of August and hope & pray I get the job.
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For just about everything, a Mac is great. For some reason, however, my Firefox running Apple refuses to run a chat window for CM. *growls*
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Just one of those days... I need a hug.
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Why is it soo difficult to find an intelligent, non-psychotic, local, submissive or switch, bisexual or lesbian woman?
Hmm... would it be awful to want one that likes to do dishes too? Are there people out there that like to do dishes?
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Well, time to head of to Vegas Faire.
Should be a good one this year, hopefully low drama and few weather issues.
And I pray we're near the real privies.
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Very excited about the upcoming Las Vegas Ren Faire. *happy dance*
Hey, everyone has to have a hobby- mine is dressing up like an English noblewoman with no sense of propriety (I wear pants) brandishing a rapier and pressganging people to work on my ship.
Yo ho, yo ho, a privateer's life for me.
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Some days, I reply to people just because thier initial message amused me. And laughs are good things.
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The hunt goes on though I ponder to its progress.
Either which way, I'm excited- a dear friend is coming to visit me next month and I much look forward to her arrival. *cheshire cat grins*
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Faire next weekend!
I'm excited about it.
Running around, brandishing my new rapier with its shiny new left-hand-draw rigging set up.
Fun.
Meeting new people, faire site I've never been to, lotsa fun to ensue!
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Why is it that the simplist little things will trigger and bring to the
forefront such fonts of regret? Just a few typed words on anothers
site and I feel regret so strong it hurts. A sorrow over what might
have been racks my mind and heart. Enough to the point of where I
avoid contact sometimes, not because I dislike or no longer feel for
someone but because it hurts. The dream of what could have been scalds
through me. Friends I hope we remain, though part of me will always
wonder what more would be like.
On the other side of that coin in the many of my pouch of sides, is the
side that writes with a woman that has always held my interest. From
that sultry smile to a sharp wit that makes me laugh, blush and grin
all at the same time. I cannot see us as more then friends (with the
occasional benefit) but its a friendship I treasure. She inspires lust
and creativity in me, a fun combination. Perhaps this year I shall
meet her. It would be interesting to say the least.
Through out all of this, in my heart and mind, always, is Sparky. I am
truely blessed to have found a man that's truely okay with my
sexuality. That looks at me as I type lusty things to another woman
and smiles. That's okay with me being me, loves me for the things I
can do, and the things I can't do. For who I am in reality, not an
idealistic image of me.
So much love in my life. Friends, Sparky and family.
I really am very lucky. (Okay, enough of the Tohru moment.)
And so the hunt goes on, as I seek a woman with tastes similar to my own (on the other side of the proverbial paddle) in my local area. *sighs*
Why is it so hard to find a good, otaku fem sub?
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After many months away I find myself back here, hoping, dreaming and searching once more for the submissive woman I long for to compliment the dominant woman that I am.
'Course, it'd be nice to find one in my area, unattatched or in a situation similar to mine, etc. Illegal drug/STD free a must.
Picky me huh?
And atop that- I'm a gamer nerd. I admit it. From tabletop D&D to MMORPG's like DAOC to first person shooters like Unreal Tournament, I'm a nerd. Add in the otaku side- yeah... why aren't there more otaku/gamer single submissive women in the world?
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Went out dancing with some gal friends last night- three of us in dresses, the fourth in pants and a corset top as our "enforcer."
Was fun.
Was an industrial dance club with some D/s over tones in a ROCKIN sushi/japanese resturant. Pretty good gyoza too, which I've missed since coming back to the US.
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Unknown males will be blocked if they send me a message.
I won't be your Domme/Mistress/Keeper/whatever so please don't ask.
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Future referance- I won't tell some random person what city I'm in. Nor will I give them an exact region. Why- cause they could be some stalker psycho.
Its not being paranoid if someone really is out to get you- LKH
And males that IM me asking to be dominated will by blocked. I want a WOMAN, not a man. Already well stocked on submissive-ish man meat.
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Lately, when upset or vexed here I find myself resorting to the more formal Me/My/Mine in caps instead of lower case as I usually refer to myself.
As if by that capitalization I convay My bemiffment better or something. Weird, huh?
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F' it all, I'm so tired of idiots IM/PM'ing me. So new rule-
ANY MALE THAT SENDS ME A MESSAGE ASKING ABOUT WEB CAMS OR FOR ME TO DOMINATE THEM WILL BE IGNORED AND BLOCKED.
End of story, no second chances, done.
This new policy has come about from my frustration of having people IM me with a form letter or without having read my profile. *sighs*
Vexing it is.
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Back in the US now, so nice to be on American soil once more. Now to the hunt, I suppose. After I've settled in.
Today's been strange- car hunting, got offered a place to stay rent-free in the town I'm moving to, better then a place an hour away by far.
Then I got asked to be the weapon for a dom who's subbie gal screwed up. Rog........ I don't mind beating someone but um.... well, don't want to beat someone old enough to be my own mother. I admit I've got issues with the woman but don't want to beat her, least not in a D/s way. Maybe some sense but that's different.
Can't see myself beating someone my mother's age... just would be too weird.
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I honestly fail to see how "don't want a male sub, already have a man" translates into "pm me, I need a boy-slave, badly."
Seriously- that's silly.
And telling me that I'm being closed minded by not wanting a male slave to pamper me and pay for my every whim? Sorry, not what I'm looking for in this lifestyle. Don't need another man, one I got has the one thing that no other man I've ever met does that I need in my life. A peaceful, no drama zone that he takes everywhere with him.
And besides- what kind of sub tells a Domme they're wrong?!? Especially one they've never met and are trying to proposition?
A rather lonely one, I'd imagine.
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I'm coming home and far earlier then I'd previously thought.
*sighs* Lots of drama involved but hey, to be back in the States and able to actively pursue my dreams and ambitions- its worth the hectec pace for the time being.
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Sometimes "not yet" seems like "never yet." A rather sad thing indeed.
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Its almost surprising to me how many males will IM a Domme who states she does not want a male toy. Grr....
Not only would I NOT take someone who couldn't follow such a simple request, I don't want a male. Already have one, a dear, 'nilla hubby. So I'm all stocked up on man meat as they say.
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