24 Jun 2008

Domme for sale?

Here I am walking down the street from the grocery store, minding my own business. Well, actually minding the dogs' business, since one of them was completely insane.

A car drives by, turns around and pulls up. The driver calls me over, and steering the two dogs and my grocery bag I head on over to the car. Having lived in this town for over a decade now I am used to people being lost and wanting to ask for directions, especially since the entire town was rebuilt.

The man actually wanted to buy me for the night, and at a good price too.

There I am, no makeup on, two dogs, grocery bag, jogging shoes, sweatshirt and pants that were way too big and I looked buyable?!

For a moment the thought of telling him he was trying to buy a Domme crossed my mind, but then I simply declined his offer politely, and went home. No need to insult the lonely. Had I gone home with him though, he would have found himself in situations he never imagined when he pulled over.

I am still trying to decide whether to be insulted or flattered. I think I will go with a healthy mix of both..

Oh My GoD!

I have been searching for good clothing for a while, and I think I just hit jackpot!

Hedony design, I take my hat off and salute you!

20 Jun 2008

A knightly slave

Those of you who know me well, know that I am enamored by no other than William Shakespeare himself, and the play Much Ado About Nothing in particular.

When Shakespeare wrote his plays he depicted the life and love of noble women and men. Kings, queens, ladies of the court and knights. What most people do not know is that knights were, in some ways, similar to modern day BDSM slaves.

The romantic stories about the knights arose in Provence in France. Troubadours were the ones that spread the notion of the gallant knight, as the musicians walked from castle to castle singing their praise. The worshipers of these stories were young sons from noble families, who normally went without land since the oldest son inherited everything. They had no chance of marrying well, and instead they settled with low ranking mistresses and as a sign of their good breeding worshiped a noble wife.

The knightly love was only for the high society. The favors of love which the knights supplied were only available for the noble ladies and they, in turn, were the only ones who were allowed to treat their lovers cruelly and subject him to humiliations.

At my mercy, for me to use as I desire. Knight, slave, property, dog, whatever you want to call him. Hurt and protected by me. He is simply mine....

15 Jun 2008


2 neighbors meeting, one lives above, one lives below
2 broken relationship by 2 intruders.
2 bottles of wine, red of course
2 huge glasses, taking half a bottle each
(Thank you sis)
2 hands giving relief to aching muscles
2 strong arms just hugging, holding
2 more hugging back
2 tears, one for each cheek
2 people sharing fears and hopes
2 seated sofa offers just enough room for
2 bodies asleep in a tight embrace
2 is so much better than 1

8 Jun 2008

Musical magic

Music is something magical to me. To see, hear, play it can send a jolt through my heart. Something as simple as sounds bring me back to life. It makes me dance, both in body and soul.

A year ago I experienced magic.

I had been up on the dance floor at the staff party a few times. The band played the blues. I had danced with a good friend, and laughed at how badly it went. Nothing seemed right during the evening, the beat was off for both of us. Another dance partner and the same result. The night was coming towards its end, and the last dance passed. I left the floor and met yet another colleague who wanted a ride in the car home. I was the designated driver.

He asked if he needed to persuade me, and I said yes.

We walk out onto the dance floor and he begins to sing. Quickly he leads me into a swift and steady swing dance. We dance to the sound of his voice and I enjoy it. It goes wonderfully well, twirling and moving in harmony. We are joined by a man with a harmonica who plays for us. First a foxtrot and then the walz. Finally he plays a polka that we swing to. By now, the drummer has noticed what is going on and he unpacks his drums and begins keeping the beat.

Alone with the music on the dance floor I let the feeling of dancing take over. Following in harmony instead of leading.

I felt alive!

4 Jun 2008

No pain, no gain

I am not going to beat around the bush.

Looks matter to me.

I know that the perfect human cares only for the inside of others, for their personality but that simply is not me. Like I have said before, I am not perfect.

I could like most people list a number of imperfections, just as I could list things that I actually like. There will always be someone who is better looking than I, just as I will look better than somebody else. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder so who those are will undoubtedly vary.

Recently I have been put on cortisone and today, for the first time in years, I am not in pain. Nothing aches, not my shoulders, knees, back. Nothing at all. My muscles are even beginning to feel soft to the touch, and that without massage. I can walk, move, stretch, carry heavy boxes and not feel a thing. It has given me a new feeling of freedom. Pain has not stopped me, but it has annoyed me and slowed me down. This newfound miracle has me testing my limits, and so far so good.

If it weren't for the side-effects, I would do anything to stay on it.

Cortisone is not just a miracle drug, it makes you retain water and increases your apitite. Simply put, it makes you gain weight. In the past couple of weeks I have put on far too much, despite minding what I eat. Right now, the doctors have convinced me to stay on it for another couple of weeks, then I have a choice to make. I have already made up my mind.

In the choice between no pain or no gain, I am choosing the latter.

I hate pain. I truly do. I am tired of feeling it but after all of these years I know how to handle it. I have also worked hard to lose weight and I do not want to put that back on, in fact, I want to lose even more. I am going to enjoy these weeks, that I know for certain. I will enjoy them, especially because I know they will soon come to an end. I am choosing shallow over pain-free.

Maybe I am a masochist after all...

2 Jun 2008

A prison, anyone?

Somerset county on the US east coast has built a new prison.

The old one, built in 1897 is for sale.

For 200 000 us dollars the buyer will get a spacious victorian brick house complete with barb wire fences and an advanced security system.

A spokesman for Somerset County says that it could easily be turned into a store, art gallery or a restaurant.

Hmm, I think I could put that place to good use....