Austintatious


Austindominato Male Dominant, 40, Austin, Texas	AustinMaster Male Dominant, 45, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania	Austin512 Male Dominant, 37, Austin, Texas

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	About Austintatious Maybe it started with the horses. I have, after all, ridden since I was eight. I got my first horse when I was ten. He was a delicate little bay morgan/arabian cross with the kind of flowing mane and tail ten-year-old girls dreamed of. He also had a life long history of being abused. When everyone gave up on him as "crazy" I kept trying. I learned to listen to him, to communicate his way. Not by brute force and intimidation, but my making the wrong thing difficult and the right thing easy. Now as I watch my strong, powerful palomino gelding sail over the ground in the arena I understand. I've been dominating boys all my life. Standing 5'4" at the shoulder and weighing nearly 1400lbs I know he could do as he pleases. Yet out of strength he submits to me, to be my strong, silent partner. He blesses me with flight that I might not achieve on my own. The soothing rhythm of four hooves beating out a love song every little girl had in her heart, that some never forget. Like my horses I tend to like my boys pretty, intelligent and willing. I have a special affinity for tall and skinny boys. That's not to say it's the only flavor I like my boys in, but I'm a crazy active girl and if you've been doing nothing but playing XBox and eating Cheetos, we're not going to get along. If you can't handle the drive up to Caribou, much less the windy, hilly hike, we don't have a snowball's chance in hell. Intelligence and wit are crucial. I can't be with someone I can dance circles around intellectually. I'm a professional nerd groupie, reformed theatre geek and AP class survivor. I think too much and live to learn. Be well armed for this battle of wits or don't show up. I don't dig wormy little boys either, you must understand that submission is an act of strength not cowardice. I'll never emasculate anyone, in fact my beloved mentor would lose all respect if I did, but I will damn sure squeeze your balls and watch you whimper. I'm not looking for anything 24/7, but I am a one boy kind of girl. To the outside world we should look like a sickeningly sweet couple. I'm really looking for a partner in crime with a dirty little secret. I want a guy who can still be "my man." When life sucks and I need to cry I wanna be held. On Saturday morning when getting out of bed is too hard I wanna lay there with my head on your chest. I know this is asking a lot, but I'd rather go through life with just my dogs and my horse than someone who isn't everything I want. Ultimately, I'm a hopeless romantic and try as I might to act all jaded, I can't shake it. It's sure as hell not an all me all the time proposition either. My pets are well cared for. I love having someone to cook for (and damn I'm good) and do sweet little things for. Earn my adoration and it will be rewarded. If you're not reasonably close to central Oregon that's not gonna work either. Please don't waste my time or yours. Finally, I have zero patience for one trick pony do-me subs. Find someone else to humor your one fetish. Oh, and for all that is holy I am not the least bit interested in dressing you up in clothing that would look better on me.

Sweet Honey-Sucking Bees / Yet, Sweet, Take Heed
John Wilbye (1574-1638)

Sweet honey-sucking bees,
Why do you still
Surfeit on roses, pinks and violets,
As if the choicest nectar lay in them
Wherewith you store your curious cabinets?
Ah, make your flight to Melisuavia’s lips;
There may you revel in ambrosian cheer,
Where smiling roses and sweet lilies sit,
Keeping their Springtide graces all the year.
Yet, sweet, take heed,
All sweets are hard to get.
Sting not her soft lips,
O beware of that,
For if one flaming dart come from her eye,
Was never dart so sharp,
Ah, then you die, you die.

"You can't fuck somebody's taint."

Latex!!!! My first order is here! Happy dance, happy dance! Can't wait to wear it out next Friday in Denver while I check out my favorite DJ!!! w0000t!!!

Of all the things I've put between my legs, my horse is still the most fun. I dunno where I'd be without him. Every girl should have a gorgeous, young, tall, athletic blond who will let her ride him till he's sweaty whenever she pleases. And, blazing across the hay field on 1400lbs of power whose brakes have *quite possibly* gone out never gets old. Got my horse, got my dogs, don't need no cowboy!

"You know, there's a million fine-looking women in the world, but they don't all bring you lasagna at work. Most of them just cheat on you." -Silent Bob from 'Clerks'

Super torn over what to do about Halloween. I want to continue my mythological beasts/demons who violate boys series, but a quality morrigan costume would be LOT of work. And while my succubus costume was epic I just don't know if I can recycle it. What to do, what to do....

Yay! Taking my young, hung and rather green "colt" out of my "stable" to play with this weekend. It's so cute how he giggles nervously when tied up, but I have to give him credit for his ability to keep his dick at the ready even with clothespins all over it and his balls.

So excited! My new dress, skirt and camisole from Hurt Me So Latex will be here in about 2.5 weeks! And my beautiful gown for the 1940s White Christmas ball is following behind it in a month!

Watching Dexter is totally making me want to fulfill my plastic wrap scene fantasy. Tragically, I was told by rather tough male doms that it was "scary" and "fucked up" so I'll just have to mentally rehearse them while drooling over Michael C. Hall.

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What's in a name? Hmm, a lot of things. Austin was my stage name when I was a "dancer." I didn't start with that name though. I went through a few. When I stepped on stage the first time during an amateur night, nervous yet strangely confident, I went as Pixie. It suited me to a point, it was how many a dear friend saw me. Eventually, I graduated from that dive club to a more upscale gown club and changed it to January, my birth month and a name I thought sounded legit, so customers would stop asking my real name. I grew tired of it quickly. Eventually I bought a gorgeous red wig with blond and brown highlights. It was totally what I call "blow job hair." The kind that falls in your face even when not, ummm, looking down. I figured it would make me more money than my un-tossable short hair. With it, I felt I need a change in persona. So I changed it to Austin in reference to the Blake Shelton song of the same name. The song talks about his breakup with a girl who took off to Austin after they parted ways. In the song, she calls and gets his answering machine. Part of the message says, "And P.S. if this is Austin, I still love you." I always thought that was insanely sweet, if not a dash pathetic. Full lyrics here: http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/shelton-blake/austin-8632.html So the day of my big change I trotted up to the DJ, Mike, to check in and make sure he was aware of my new pseudonym. He grinned and then said, "Austintatious." Awh, for a DJ with language skills. Leave it to him to get it. He was also the DJ who realized I made oodles more dancing to Massive Attack's "Angel" and "Deep Forest" by Deep Forest than any top 40 noise. Sure, strip club logic says play what they know and like, but he knew a girl who oozed sensuality wasn't going to look good "shaking her ass" to Eminem. Austin has served me well as a moniker. In fact, I still introduce myself as such to boys I'm not interested in at bars. Were there not so much heritage in my rather boring middle name of Ann, I'd have changed it to Austin by now. Indeed, what kind of love must that be.

Oh, happiness is coming to a box with 3 pretty new silicone cocks.

I just want to wake up to a kyoot boi holding a mug of perfectly made French pressed coffee, or better yet an Americano crafted from expertly pulled shots of espresso with just a splash of cream. I don't think I'm asking too much, but Colorado bois don't seem to know their way around coffee like bois from the Pacific NW do.

Oh happy dance! My besty is making me a custom fitted gown for the 1940s Christmas ball we're attending and I'll have time to shop for vintage lingerie. Now I just need a boy who can Lindy Hop and swing...

Boys! Your junk is not nearly as fascinating as you think it is! I know you don't have much to be proud of since mom stopped putting your coloring on the refrigerator, but you're the only one who thinks it's really visually thrilling. So should you get urges to say, tan naked on the shores of the Boulder Reservoir, legs spread, flaccid junk laying there like the sad crab apples rotting in my compost bin, resist them. No good can come of it and making runners throw up in their mouths is just wrong.

If there's a sexier song than Imogen Heap's "Come Here Boy" I dunno what it is. Goodness it's hawt.

I love buying rope at the farm and ranch supply store. It feels so deliciously naughty. Oh, if they only knew....

Shots of Jameson 18 year reserve from random dudes at the bar, just another reason I enjoy being a chick. And I definitely appreciate good whiskey.

Standing waist deep in the lake, ready to start the swim, I have to wonder how many of my fellow triathletes like their wetsuit for the performance benefits and how many just like being wrapped in black neoprene.

I rock a faux-hawk hard enough to make metrosexual men weep with envy! Oooh, androgynous hair, you've always been so good to me!

Awesome quote from my mentor, "You? You wouldn't hurt a fly. However, you would crush a man's balls under your heel and make him whimper like a day old puppy."

Thinking I need a little retail therapy, but do I want latex for me or some black leather to compliment my sexy blond's amazing ass? Decisions, decisions... http://www.henriderivel.com/catalogo_adiestramiento_i.htm

Fucking seriously!? Some male Doms can be freaking dicks!!! Proverbs 22:6 says "Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it." And for that reason, I'm so glad my mentor is a good Dom for me to learn from.

My new flogger and cuffs from Happy Tails arrived. Sooo happy with them! Beautifully made and super pretty!

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