Showing posts with label Mistress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mistress. Show all posts
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Post PJ Party & Updates from the Manor
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Saturday, 5 March 2011
Delving once more into Femdom kink
Whatever happens, whatever is said, however long we are out of touch, I am simply his Mistress and he is simply mine.
I will not let go of his perverted little slave heart, where else would he go?
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'Still awaiting that day when I can stalk up to you and give you that slap around the face you'd beg Me for.
I have perverse fantasies of pushing you against your limits, making you remain bound under the bed whilst I enjoy my usual nightly routines upon it... or just leashing you to the base of the bed, ready to lick up.... ~sigh~ but you wouldn't want to please Me this way, would you.
I want you in lingerie... underneath your pinstriped, smart suit. The stockings seen when you sit and the trouser leg raises up to reveal the sheer, black material. The suspender straps just barely visible upon your thighs as you sit and desperately hope noone will see or notice. To slip my hand up your leg as I sit next to you in an office.. on a train... in a busy coffee shop or restaurant or bar... slip my hand up in a motion close to affection but my smile is one of sadistic love, not romance. And as I pluck the strap so it pings against your flesh, your grimacing, humiliated face gives me all the eroticism I need - the sudden pooling of desire between my legs tells Me so.To make you yelp and bark and beg to even be able to touch yourself... and even then, in front of Me, on your knees, legs spread, palms either flat on the floor in front of you, head parallel to the floor, or resting upright on your spread thighs, eyes downcast awaiting instructions. Lift that arse higher in the air for Me, bitch. That's right My little puppy dog in heat - I want you wiggling that arse like you have your desperate tail attached there. Maybe if you please Me enough I'll satisfy it's longing for a good hard raping, with My strap on...
I want you to take Me like a woman, seduce Me, wine & dine Me for the evening, dressed up to the nines, sleek, elegant, sophisticated with a tangible air of class. Arm in arm, we shall visit the best places in town. But the evening shall be far more than what is immediately apparent to onlookers eyes. I will tease you mercilessly all evening, my nipples straining as My unrestricted breasts rise and fall with my breathing, beneath the clinging satin fabric of My long dress. The delicate straps 'accidentally' falling from My shoulders regularly. The curve of my hips seductively drawing your lustful gaze every time you watch as I bend to retrieve something from My handbag, adjust the straps of My heels, or simply tease you with the view. To return from the restrooms to simply, calmly, look at you while I hand you the tiny scrap of damp material that formed my underwear until a few moments ago.
.... and so much more....
You do realise this all just falls from My fingers when speaking with you. It isn't general typing, this doesn't come easily usually. I cannot write like this for another, simply cannot muster enthusiasm, imagination or desire, not in this way anyway.
Missing you My little puppy slut
Mistress
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Lesbian Love - Where I'm At Now
It finally finished with kitten. No blame on either side, we just didn't work on a mental and emotional level. Entirely opposite opinions of the world, relationships, men and women. Possibly we should have had more conversations before the removal of clothes and the multiple orgasms... ah well.
I'm a very feminine woman. In the lesbian world, there are terms to describe the different 'types' of lesbian. Of course not all women will fit these categories exactly, it is impossible to pigeon hole absolutely everyone with a few labels. However, I do identify with these types both from personal experience with women and how I feel in myself.
Most people will recognise the term 'butch' as it carries the weight of the world's stereotype with it. Shaven headed, bare faced, stocky women wearing dungarees and doc martens, with an assortment of tattoos and enough metalware through their skin to worry for their safety near power lines.
As I see it, the terms mean as follows:
Butch: A lesbian who holds traditionally male values, including how they dress, lack of makeup or interest in being traditionally feminine. Often referred to as a 'dyke' whether insultingly or not. May arrive 'packing' and is usually the 'cock' in sexual relations.
Femme: A lesbian, often referred to as a 'lipstick lesbian', often mistaken for a straight woman by the outside world. Holds traditionally feminine values and opinions. Wears makeup and often holds shoes in high regard. The one who is taken by the 'cock' in sexual relations.
Boi: A fairly new term to be added to the above two separate identities, a boi may be a lesbian who for all appearances seems very womanly and feminine but holds some or all of the male ideals/opinions. Can arrive 'packing' or not. The urban dictionary describes a lesbian 'boi' in this way:
'a young transgendered/androgynous/masculine person who is biologically female and presents themselves in a young, boyish way; a boidyke; often also identifies as genderqueer.'
Personally, I feel ultra feminine, I never have the slightest inclination towards feeling male, even when I wear the largest strap on I own. When I wear a cock, it doesn't feel natural, it feels funny. I can give pleasure in this way but during lesbian sex I prefer to be taken, ravished... after appropriate wining, dining, flattery and seduction of course.
I am a Femme.
I guess you could tell that from the frequent mentions to health, beauty, lingerie, clothes and shoes in this blog alone!
Ultimately, I'm attracted to women for feminine qualities. It is difficult for me to understand lesbians who are attracted to male values and opinions in other women, as it seems slightly juxtaposed with the fact that it is women you find attractive.
Perhaps the difference lies in attitudes towards sex. For me to have sex with someone, I need to feel a bond, a connection, I want to feel attractive inside and out, valued, worth more to them than anyone (in lesbian sex, that is above all other women, not impeding any heterosexual relationship which I can distinguish from).
If I am to enjoy feeling vulnerable, fragile, to offer myself up to be 'taken' by the woman of choice, I need to feel safe and secure with them. Not only in a physical way, but in an emotional welfare way too.
It is likely that due to past bad experiences with men and my naturally cautious, anxious and at times paranoid nature, I seek out sexual attention and affection like it is water to one dying of thirst. Sex has always been how I have both been shown any affection and how I have been able to easily find it.
Heavy flirtation and a sexually suggestive nature aside, when it actually comes down to having relations with a woman I want to be supremely special to her as she is to me. I have had a relationship with a woman before and there is something almost magical about waking up with a woman that you know is entirely into you, as you are with her. Nothing male about in the slightest, just ultimate femininity, knowing the importance of the little things, romance, compliments, enjoying clothes and makeup and girly novelties.
Sometimes I wonder if I am now entirely lesbian (apart from my hetero relationship with my man which is a constant) due to forces beyond my control in life. I have been repeatedly turned off men by their attitudes, behaviour (to me and generally) and place in our culture and society.
I do not enjoy the traditional hardcore porn, with peroxide blondes, collagen lips, botox face and behinds, nipped, tucked, rammed and fucked. I prefer eroticism, sensuality, emotive art and erotic literature.
This is not to say all men are the same, far from it. I know some lovely men and they are very thoughtful and caring. This is rather, a general view of that masculine wave which seems to be everpresent and dominant in our world still, for all the work women do to correct this. That women are weaker, that they are only fit to look physically attractive and to be used as sex objects.
Just because women can take these attitudes and exploit them for their own advantage, does not mean that those attitudes and opinions were correct in the first place.
I was probably born bisexual. This is seen in the fact that I have a long term relationship with my man, who I both love, and am very much in love, with. The fact we have a 5 year old child together just binds us even closer.
He is aware that I have a need in my heart for a lesbian love, not purely physical but also to meet that desire for a matched femininity. He is not threatened by this, as obviously it is something that he both cannot and has no desire to provide.
My heart has four sections, physically and metaphorically:
Before embarking on physical love with a woman, I would advise that a mental, emotional and personality connection be made first. See if any of the above attitudes trigger a response in you. Which do you identify with? Perhaps not exactly all that each 'label' entails but what do you seek from a relationship with a woman?
I think we all deserve to be treated with respect, regardless of our gender, orientation and opinions. Embrace who you are and have fun exploring your feminine (or masculine) world!
.
I'm a very feminine woman. In the lesbian world, there are terms to describe the different 'types' of lesbian. Of course not all women will fit these categories exactly, it is impossible to pigeon hole absolutely everyone with a few labels. However, I do identify with these types both from personal experience with women and how I feel in myself.
Most people will recognise the term 'butch' as it carries the weight of the world's stereotype with it. Shaven headed, bare faced, stocky women wearing dungarees and doc martens, with an assortment of tattoos and enough metalware through their skin to worry for their safety near power lines.
As I see it, the terms mean as follows:
Butch: A lesbian who holds traditionally male values, including how they dress, lack of makeup or interest in being traditionally feminine. Often referred to as a 'dyke' whether insultingly or not. May arrive 'packing' and is usually the 'cock' in sexual relations.
Femme: A lesbian, often referred to as a 'lipstick lesbian', often mistaken for a straight woman by the outside world. Holds traditionally feminine values and opinions. Wears makeup and often holds shoes in high regard. The one who is taken by the 'cock' in sexual relations.
Boi: A fairly new term to be added to the above two separate identities, a boi may be a lesbian who for all appearances seems very womanly and feminine but holds some or all of the male ideals/opinions. Can arrive 'packing' or not. The urban dictionary describes a lesbian 'boi' in this way:
'a young transgendered/androgynous/masculine person who is biologically female and presents themselves in a young, boyish way; a boidyke; often also identifies as genderqueer.'
Personally, I feel ultra feminine, I never have the slightest inclination towards feeling male, even when I wear the largest strap on I own. When I wear a cock, it doesn't feel natural, it feels funny. I can give pleasure in this way but during lesbian sex I prefer to be taken, ravished... after appropriate wining, dining, flattery and seduction of course.
I am a Femme.
I guess you could tell that from the frequent mentions to health, beauty, lingerie, clothes and shoes in this blog alone!
Ultimately, I'm attracted to women for feminine qualities. It is difficult for me to understand lesbians who are attracted to male values and opinions in other women, as it seems slightly juxtaposed with the fact that it is women you find attractive.
Perhaps the difference lies in attitudes towards sex. For me to have sex with someone, I need to feel a bond, a connection, I want to feel attractive inside and out, valued, worth more to them than anyone (in lesbian sex, that is above all other women, not impeding any heterosexual relationship which I can distinguish from).
If I am to enjoy feeling vulnerable, fragile, to offer myself up to be 'taken' by the woman of choice, I need to feel safe and secure with them. Not only in a physical way, but in an emotional welfare way too.
It is likely that due to past bad experiences with men and my naturally cautious, anxious and at times paranoid nature, I seek out sexual attention and affection like it is water to one dying of thirst. Sex has always been how I have both been shown any affection and how I have been able to easily find it.
Heavy flirtation and a sexually suggestive nature aside, when it actually comes down to having relations with a woman I want to be supremely special to her as she is to me. I have had a relationship with a woman before and there is something almost magical about waking up with a woman that you know is entirely into you, as you are with her. Nothing male about in the slightest, just ultimate femininity, knowing the importance of the little things, romance, compliments, enjoying clothes and makeup and girly novelties.
Sometimes I wonder if I am now entirely lesbian (apart from my hetero relationship with my man which is a constant) due to forces beyond my control in life. I have been repeatedly turned off men by their attitudes, behaviour (to me and generally) and place in our culture and society.
I do not enjoy the traditional hardcore porn, with peroxide blondes, collagen lips, botox face and behinds, nipped, tucked, rammed and fucked. I prefer eroticism, sensuality, emotive art and erotic literature.
This is not to say all men are the same, far from it. I know some lovely men and they are very thoughtful and caring. This is rather, a general view of that masculine wave which seems to be everpresent and dominant in our world still, for all the work women do to correct this. That women are weaker, that they are only fit to look physically attractive and to be used as sex objects.
Just because women can take these attitudes and exploit them for their own advantage, does not mean that those attitudes and opinions were correct in the first place.
I was probably born bisexual. This is seen in the fact that I have a long term relationship with my man, who I both love, and am very much in love, with. The fact we have a 5 year old child together just binds us even closer.
He is aware that I have a need in my heart for a lesbian love, not purely physical but also to meet that desire for a matched femininity. He is not threatened by this, as obviously it is something that he both cannot and has no desire to provide.
My heart has four sections, physically and metaphorically:
- Love for my child
- Love for my man
- Love for a woman
- Love as a Mistress (see the deviant side of my life)
Before embarking on physical love with a woman, I would advise that a mental, emotional and personality connection be made first. See if any of the above attitudes trigger a response in you. Which do you identify with? Perhaps not exactly all that each 'label' entails but what do you seek from a relationship with a woman?
I think we all deserve to be treated with respect, regardless of our gender, orientation and opinions. Embrace who you are and have fun exploring your feminine (or masculine) world!
.
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Poetry - Song of the Goddess
Song of the Goddess
I am the Great Mother, worshipped by all creation and existent prior to their consciousness.
I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.
I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magic.
The winds and moving leaves sing my name.
I wear the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among the starry heavens.
I am mysteries yet unsolved, a path newly set upon.
I am a field untouched by the plow.
Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth.
I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the harvest.
I am clothed in the deep, cool wonder of the Earth and the gold of the fields heavy with grain.
By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition according to my season.
I am refuge and healing.
I am the life giving Mother, wondrously fertile.
I am the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth.
I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon.
I rule the tides of the oceans and of women and men.
I give release and renewal to weary souls.
I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.
My names are many, yet know that by all names I am the same.
I pour forth insight, peace, wisdom and understanding.
I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of reckoning,
and I send you blessings of limitless love.
Traditional Celtic
I am the Great Mother, worshipped by all creation and existent prior to their consciousness.
I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.
I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magic.
The winds and moving leaves sing my name.
I wear the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among the starry heavens.
I am mysteries yet unsolved, a path newly set upon.
I am a field untouched by the plow.
Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth.
I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the harvest.
I am clothed in the deep, cool wonder of the Earth and the gold of the fields heavy with grain.
By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition according to my season.
I am refuge and healing.
I am the life giving Mother, wondrously fertile.
I am the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth.
I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon.
I rule the tides of the oceans and of women and men.
I give release and renewal to weary souls.
I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.
My names are many, yet know that by all names I am the same.
I pour forth insight, peace, wisdom and understanding.
I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of reckoning,
and I send you blessings of limitless love.
Traditional Celtic
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Lesbian Training School
Yesterday brought a few surprising and delightful treats from a good friend of mine, Carly. She had promised some printed t-shirts for me, and finally the wonderful package arrived. Excitedly I opened them out... three t-shirts all for me!
Each one of them displays a fun slogan, showing a facet of my personality and sexy life!
I have taken a picture for you with the inspirational/muse items, above.
Firstly, a Mistress t-shirt, showing that I am interested in the fetish scene, as anyone who knows me will be able to confirm. I have displayed this with a couple of my favourite items, the Bondage Boutique Xtreme Leather Basic PVC Ball Gag and the Bondage Boutique Luxury Two Tone Suede Flogger. I love these items and I must mention the fact that Bondage Boutique offer the world's first loyalty scheme. Every item comes with stickers you put on a collector card, once you have collected enough you can claim your free spanker!
Secondly, an Intimidildo t-shirt. This amuses me no end, since I recently was lucky, if that is the right choice of word, to test the enormous inflatable dildo shown in the picture. Oh Carly and I did laugh. She said it should be called the Intimidildo, which is also her pet name for a favourite wishlist dream, the Super Victor Giant Dildo. Ouch!
Finally, my secret is out. Yes my friends, I adore being gay. Therefore I of course required a Yayness for Gayness t-shirt! I battled against my usual subtle nature and won. I bet no-one guessed previously that I was lesbian, did you? Complete shock to the world. Ahem, yes anyway. I will wear my new t-shirt with 'pride' (see what I did there?) and possibly whilst reading my new Best Lesbian Erotica 2010 book which I am really enjoying! I also have the Xcite book, Girl Fun 1 - Adventures in Lesbian Loving, which is a fun introduction to Sapphic play and I highly recommend it. After poring over Carly's hand written love note like a properly lust-struck stalker, I finally calmed down enough to actually talk to the wonderfully divine woman herself to say thanks. I think my crush on her amuses her somewhat. She doesn't complain much for a straight woman and in fact encourages my flirting! Some women can be such sluts. I love it.
After much mental frottage, she had the brilliant idea of starting a lesbian training school. My mind immediately went to outfits, of course. Haughty school Mistress combined with a dash of imperious Governess. Perfect.
Now I just need to find some willing victims. I mean pupils. I think a good class would consist of around 6 lovely luscious curious corruptibles.
Once I had these signed up, I would start lessons with a blog post consisting of my very own lesbian erotica...
Who is 'wanton' some training? Comment on this blog and reveal yourselves... The teacher is ready to show her students all they need to know...
Until (maybe) a very hot and saucy Sapphic tale next time...
Stay sexy, my blog angels
xxx
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