::coughing on all the dust on my blog::

My computer was in the shop and then I got it back and then it was back there again. Ugh.

We had a really nice weekend. It was a munch weekend and it was on boot worship. Man...I have rarely seen such a sensual, moving demo. You could have heard a pin drop for the twenty minutes or so that we just watched and learned. I am already a huge fan of boot worship but it changed some minds of people who were not so inclined.

One thing we talked about a good bit was the difference between boot worship as an act of devotion, love, respect and humiliation play with boots. Boot worship is a rare time where the Top sits back and relaxes and lets the submissive do all the work. As a rule the Top is usually the one orchestrating the scene. A Top can still give orders or gentle encouragement, but for the most part, the bottom is doing the work. As our demonstrators so eloquently pointed out.... it is a very passive act.

In the FemDom scene in particular there is a lot of humiliation play done involving boots. We all can get a mental picture of a wickedly beautiful woman in pitch black thigh high heeled boots wielding a whip and ordering her lowly boy to kiss her boots. Or you can see her fucking his mouth slowly with the heel and kicking him back when she tires of it. This is mostly humiliation play. Now, dont get me wrong. I love humiliation play too, but there is a huge difference between that and boot worship.

We went back to our friend's house after the meeting and talked until about midnight. We talked a great deal about the demo that we are doing together next month about ageplay. Axel will be talking about it more in the role play sense and I will be talking about the more therapeutic re-parenting aspect. It should be interesting. His girl has an innerchild who is about 5 and My boi's littlest one will be helping with the demo. We have decided to make it private and just let the little ones play as we talk. I think the boi is rather nervous but I am really proud of hir for being brave enough to share such a personal part of us. And honored as always at her rarely waivering trust of me keeping hir safe.

We haven't had much time to play lately. Pout pout. It has been so hectic. We have to remedy that soon. I can see her beginning to have the cravings that get her sweet ass in trouble. Plus, I owe her a punishment from Saturday before we had to leave for our meeting. No, boi, I didnt forget.

I want to write more but I really cant think of anything interesting to yak about. :) I need to write a bunch of ideas down and pull them out of a hat. Who wants to put the first slip in?

Siren

When I met My boi she was a sweet little vanilla thing with no idea that such perversions as BDSM even really existed. I make it a policy to be very up front about that part of Me as soon as I see that there is any potential in a relationship. So, after a few dates with her and at the rate that lesbian relationships progress ::grins:: it wasnt long before we had this conversation:

Me: I am not going to be able to go out until after 10 on Saturday night.

Boi: Oh, that's cool. ::insert lots of fidgeting and trying to hold back from asking any questions::

Me: ::arching My brow with a smile:: Would you like to know why?

Boi: ::eyes darting up to look at Me....guaging exactly how "uncool" it would make her to say yes...then with a shrug:: If you wanna tell me.

Me: ::smirk:: I guess it isnt really important anyway.

Boi: Well, I mean if you want to tell me, I want to know, but it isnt like you have to tell me or anything cause like you arent my girlfriend or anything and you know you dont have to tell me but I will listen if you want to or something....

Me: ::trying not to die laughing because she is so adorable when she gets nervous....her dimples peeking here and there as she clenches and unclenches her jaw:: Well, I am going to a meeting. ::leaning back a bit to watch how my next statement affects those dimples:: It is called a munch. It is a BDSM meeting. ::seeing by the look on her face she has no idea what I am talking about:: I am a Dominatrix. ::knowing that term is familiar to most people::

Boi: ::cheeks burning the cutest shade of crimson:: Really? ::she clears her throat:: Hmmmmmmm....well....you mean you hit people for money or just for fun or something?

Me: ::chuckling:: well, not exactly. I dont get paid and there is a lot more to it than that.

Boi: Oh. ::about to squirm and fidget off her chair by this point:: Well, just so you know, I am not into that shit. Is that ok?

Me: Sure, just as long as you know I am... so I will be playing with people. It doesnt mean I would have sex with them or anything but I have been a Domme since I was 18 years old and I would never want to give it up.

Boi: Ok, that's cool. ::body language saying it clearly is not cool since we are simply pretending by this point in our relationship that we dont have a commitment::

Me: If you ever want to come to a meeting or anything to see what is about... I will take you.

Boi: Yeah....um...no thanks.

Cut to about 2 weeks later when she comes back to Me with this.

Boi: Um, I wanted to ask you something.

Me: Yes?

Boi: I was going to see if you would take me to one of those meetings, but I have to ask you something first.

Me: Ok. Go ahead.

Boi: Um....well....I have been looking on the internet for some things about BDSM and... well, you see....there was this lady...and there were these long wooden canes things and ....well...there was some blood and well, you could get a Columbian hooker to come to your room for $15.

Me: Oh lord.

And thus began My baby's adventures in BDSM. I swear that is all absolutely true and accurate. I couldnt make this shit up if I tried.

Siren

Sometimes I am so fucking weird. I have been thinking all day about getting a new refrigerator. And I keep seeing Myself with this big shiny new fridge. You know, the kind you always see on the "after" shots of a redone kitchen on those makeover shows. The big stainless steel....huge freezer....crushed ice in the door ones. And I keep thinking....if I had a fridge like that, I would get up in the middle of the night to get water or something and just feel like a stranger in that kitchen. And I would wonder why I bought such a pompous refrigerator. Then I think to myself.....it's just a glass of water for goddess' sake....go back to bed.

I am supposed to get my laptop back on Thursday. I hope it curbs My creative thinking. ::smirk::

My laptop died...again. I swear that damn thing has nine lives. This time it was the monitor that checked out on Me. It is currently in the shop and I am now wondering how I ever tolerated this dinosaur called desktop.

I had a really lovely weekend. The boi and I went out to our favorite club on Friday and watched an incredible drag queen. There were just a few people there but the energy was awesome and we knew them all so it was actually more fun than most of the crowded nights we have been. I was unwillingly dragged into a conversation about which drag queens shave their pubic hair before applying duct tape to their balls and which ones like the pain of ripping it off. Our munches are held at the same bar we frequent so some of the staff that have seen us in attendence love to ask us questions and tell us how kinky they are. Lordy.

Saturday we had a lovely dinner party. You have seen me mention our friends Axel and april before. We invited them over and we always have the best time. We never run out of things to talk about and we laugh a ton. I was sitting at the table sometime between dinner and dessert and realized how very integrated BDSM is in My life. As I looked over the tablescape (goddess, I watch too much Food network), I saw among the half cleared dishes a pretty little new toy I had acquired at the grocery store called a plantain press. Have you seen one of these? Hello, CBT and breast play. Hee hee. And for the bargain basement price of only $4.50. Anyway, beside that was a bamboo tomato stake from a bag that I had recently gotten for actual tomato plants..imagine that... and Axel and I were debating whether they were durable or not since bamboo splinters when it breaks. While he and I are discussing that and the strawberry cheesecake and chocolate cake were being served, I send the boi back to get the Sharps container that we had picked up for our friends so that Axel wont hurt himself on his discarded razor blades when he makes his whips. So, now you would think it was a kinky as it could be for dinner for goodness sakes, but wait there's more. My darling creative boi had discovered a discarded roll of some sort of rubber type material at work and had picked it up knowing how talented Axel is in his toy making. So in the pile of things we have now accumulated (including chocolate cake, testicle crushers and paddles), the boi and Axel roll out this material to find that it is actually extremely good quality neoprin? (not sure about that one) rubber. He says he can make some lovely and rather painful floggers out of it. Yum!

After dinner convo included a boot worship demo that our friends are doing this month at the munch and different approaches as well as the funniest scenes we have ever witnessed. I think the prize there went to april who actually witnessed a person fall asleep on a St Andrews cross while being flogged. lol We all went out to the club after and generally had an awesome time. :)

Speaking of demos, I think I have suddenly gone from no demos to doing a demo in September on role playing/age play, January on CBT and February on chastity training. :) It is gonna be an interesting year.

Siren

Why is it that some words rattle something deep in Me? Why do certain every day seemingly innocent actions make Me want to pounce like a cat on a butterfly?

They cause a low growl in my throat and a sweet hot glow in My stomach and below.

please
Mistress
yours
let me
The toy

Any whimpers or pleading sounds.
Biting the bottom lip.
Blushing.
Shallow breathing almost indetectable.
Trembling.
Puppy nuzzling.
Stammering.

My stint as a rock star was....


not as glamorous as one may think.

How did it come to be? As a joke, one of my friends was thumbing through the Cosmopolitan magazine "All About Men" yearly issue. Do you know the one I mean? Where once a year they pick 50 bachelors...one from each state and make a magazine where women can write the oh so eligible hand picked cream of the crop men? Anyway, as a joke, my friend sent one of these guys my picture and a letter about how awesome I am. He responded and I explained to him that I was flattered but I had not given consent for my friend to send the letter. A very polite thanks but no thanks... It was just too weird for me to think about...especially since I am a lesbian. lol

Through common weirdness, I guess, we kept corresponding and he was a great guy. He had a very successful country rock band up there. They played all over the area including NYC. After we had talked for a while, he asked me to come visit him. I was just quitting one job and had 2 weeks free before I had to start my new one. Soooooooooooooo, you guessed it. I spent my whole paycheck and went to visit him in Connecticut. And I, well, I just stayed there. I didnt come back. I tossed my return ticket into the wind on the beach. I liked him and I loved the area and his band, so I stayed. Ahhh, youth and no responsibility. I drank life up every second that I could.

I got an amazing day job up there and managed his band at night. I lived in a tiny apartment with a balcony (a major perk in that area) All of that translated into tons of fun and no sleep. It was great. I did it for four years and it was a life changing experience for sure. I dont regret a second of it.

After those four years, I decided I wanted to come home to the South. I missed it and I got tired of people wanting to fist fight over a parking place. I lived in Stamford and it was getting to be like a burrough of NYC. It really broke his heart when I wanted to leave. That surprised me, but it was touching. I later got a copy of his new CD (written after I had left and obviously about me because they were all about Alabama) in the mail. It had several heartbreak songs on it about me. It made me cry. It was so sweet. I never loved him. Not the kind of love that inspires heartbreak songs, but I am glad he loved me that way because those songs are more to him than I could ever be. And the really funny part...the whole dedication was to his new girlfriend. lol

As an aside, and this is the absolute funniest part...Cosmo magazine called Chris (that was the hot rock star guy) the year after he had been in Cosmo to see if he had found someone. He said "yes" even though we werent exclusively dating or anything. I think he was just hoping they would mention his band in Cosmo. Cosmo flew us to NYC and did a huge photo shoot of us with elaborate make up artists and stylists, etc. and an article about how we had met through the magazine. It was a huge half page photo and the article title was....get ready...He Gets Misti. (Misti is my real name.) I guess I can say that I have appeared on the pages of Cosmo. lol Fancy, huh? My mom had about 20 copies of it. Bless her heart.

Siren

One of the best parts of being a Domme is giving your submissive two choices that you know make them want to hide and watching them have to choose one anyway.