My girl was telling me about something she read and she was reluctant to post anything about it because she goes out of her way to not make waves with anyone. I, on the other hand, don’t usually give a shit. I rarely post anything here and I thought this was as good a time as any to rock the boat.
Libby, of “a submissive’s musings” made a post about some “Domme” who said “I am looking for someone who wants a young, sexy Mistress or Princess to spoil, adore and OBEY. If you are ready to be My pay pig, then contact Me now. You must be prepared to PROVE you want to spoil Me financially by sending Me a small donation or gift certificate. If you are not ready to spoil Me with gifts, then KEEP IT MOVING.“
Apparently, this “Domme” has links to stores so guys can shower her with tokens of their devotion to her uberness, and they can also buy her crusty, old, used drawers at the low, low price of 2 for $40. Several people agreed with her less than favorable assessment of that “Domme”, and several disagreed. I happen to agree with all the commenters. How can that be? Well, like most men in my position, I generally agree with the notion that there are no rules in this lifestyle, and the whole “your kink is not my kink but that’s OK” philosophy. However, if I was going to be truly honest to myself and the world, I’d have to admit that I find the entire FemDom idea to be preposterous. I have broad shoulders and I can take the hate that will surely rain down on me for saying that, but I have my reasons and to me, they are quite valid. I certainly don’t expect any submissive male to change his way of thinking just because I say so and I would never tell anyone else how to live his or her life as long as it doesn’t directly or adversely affect me or mine.
None of us need to pretend to like or understand the way other people live, we don’t even have to accept it, we just have to leave them alone to live however they want to because it’s none of our business. Libby makes a valid point about how the vanilla world looks at “our world” and when they see crap like that, they look at all of us the same way. Frankly, I don’t give a baboon’s fat, red ass what anyone thinks of the way we live our lives, vanilla or not. They can accept it or they can “KEEP IT MOVING” as the crusty panty “Domme” would say. I will continue to tell my girl how to dress, when to shut up, when to suck and when to speak. I’ll spank, slap, cuff, gag, blind and hood her when I damn well please and I’ll put holes in her flesh when and where I please. No one but her has to accept or understand any of it and I don’t give a damn that the vanilla world will NEVER accept lifestyles that veer too far from missionary in the bed with the lights off. (That sounds like some kind of attempt to put an end to a game of Sex Clue.) We will never be able to practice the more daring parts of our lifestyles in public without fear of legal and religious persecution, but just as a fat, smelly woman can wear sweats and a tube top to Target, you can wear your collar and rings and tattoos and brands as well, just be prepared to be laughed at, frowned upon and pointed toward. Don’t do anything illegal, or even borderline illegal in public and most of us will be able to live and let live. Religious zealots and related nutjobs will always be zealots and nutjobs, just steer clear of them and/or vote them out.
The moral of my story is, I’m selling my rancid, holey, stuck to the carpet, used to be white socks for $5 a pair. Contact me here for the Paypal link.
i went to a ladies night out last night at the church with Master’s Mom. The men cooked a nice dinner for the ladies and we had a lady sing for us. It was interesting being served by all these men to see them scurrying around and working so hard. What was also interesting was to see how seriously they were all taking it. They were really committed to making it a nice night for us. The tables were decorated really well and i mean really well, with mirrors and candles and such. The meal was terrific because they had an up and coming chef from the church drive in from out of town to help put it together and cook it.
They all worked so hard and it was all for the love of the women that go to the church and for their wives. There weren’t any women making fun trying “crack the whip” which would have made me really uncomfortable.
Speaking of cracking the whip, i’m sure everyone is familiar with that email that people have been sending around for years now “how to read a woman”? When a woman say “fine” this is what she really means….. When a woman says “nothing” this is what she really means….
Anyway, i saw it again the other night on a friend’s facebook wall and it was “liked” i don’t know how many times, TONS! It was all i could do not to just say how horrible i think it is that some women, many in the vanilla world, feel that it’s okay to bully their partners in that way. It’s really all it is, to me they try to intimidate their mates with their horrible tempers and attitudes. As if to say ‘if you don’t bow down to my terrible mood swings, you’ll pay for it’, so because the male doesn’t want to deal with the wrath of ‘Mom’, he crawls away with his tail between his legs.
In this day, women feel a sense of entitlement that was never there before. i am of the opinion that there is no one who is entitled, truly no one. Everyone, even in this lifestyle must earn respect. It comes at a price, the price of time and consideration, commitment and loyalty.
There was one remark on that comment that i really loved though, someone said something like, “wouldn’t it be nice if women just said what was on their minds instead of just playing these games”, that i actually did go back and ‘like’.
i should take back one thing that i said though, or rather amend it. There are two sorts of people who are entitled in my opinion. Babies and the elderly. Babies… because they can… and the elderly… because they should. =)
Peace to you and yours,
Last night Master’s family was over for dinner. It’s always a balancing act for us when they are here. During the winter time, Master always keeps the leather collar on me so i don’t take it off until we either see them pulling in the drive way or we hear a knock on the door. Last night it was a teeny tiny barely audible knock on the door and i had to dash out of the kitchen and down the hall way to take it off and stash the collar in the bed room.
In the summer months Master generally puts the eternity collar on me and keeps it on due to swimming. But seeing that there is obviously none of that in the winter, the leather collar is His preference. So there is just a little more to be aware of, something i have become very used to dealing with and no big deal. When they are here, however there are things that i (we) have to change my routine to accommodate. i am not allowed to leave Master’s presence without permission. That makes it really hard when things come up and everyone is around and i need to dash out of the room for, whatever. It happens all the time, think about all the things you have to leave any particular room for at any given time. Just think about how many times you dash from room to room in a days time. It’s a ton. i (try) to combine my trips, if i know i have to leave the kitchen and go to the back of the house or basement, i try to get all the things i need at once. It’s to serve several purposes but for the most part, so i don’t have to say to Master “may i have permission to leave Your presence?”, over and over and over every single time i need to leave a room because i say it probably hundreds of times a day.
So when we have company, not asking to leave the room is tough, nearly impossible, without actually asking. i say stuff to Him like, “okay, i’m gunna run and grab –this–” and He’ll nod. Either way, we make it work but by the end of the night, it’s pretty exhausting. Changing a routine that we follow for a few hours doesn’t seem like it should be that big of a deal i think for me i’m just not sure that i haven’t screwed up royally, lol.
The other thing of course is eating without permission. i’m never allowed to eat without permission. So once everyone has food, especially Master some how i’ll wait for a tap on the leg a nod or something. But every once in a while, He’ll forget. Then i’m toast. Then what do i do? Sit there and wait? Then i draw attention to myself lol, cause His Mom ALWAYS says something!! LOL i guess in a way that’s a good thing that will at least draw His attention to me not eating hahaha!!
Master told me a story once of a Dom who took his slave out for dinner once, they were talking away and having a nice time and all of a sudden the Dom looked over at her and he was almost done with his dinner and noticed that he never told her she could eat!!! He was like OMG EAT!! HAHA Master’s never done that to me, He’s forgotten to tell me to eat before, but never waited quite that long!! =)
So we had a nice time last night, we’ve gotten the kinks worked out and everything runs smoothly on the surface and no one is the wiser as to what goes on here. Everyone has a good time and once everyone leaves the collar goes right back on and we settle right back into our comfortable routine.
We played games until after 1am, we played this new game called Dicecapades, it was fun and Master won. Master nearly always wins. Pfft. =p
Today i think we’re just having a nice quiet Saturday, it’s lovely outside and maybe i can talk Master into a walk. We’ll see.
Peace to you and yours,