I miss pissing on you

Post Secret is an amusing site where people send in their "secrets" on post cards. They run the gamut from depressing, horrific to uproariously funny. Then sometimes they strike a kinky nerve and I thought you would be amused by a secret from this week's posting:




I miss it too!

Spring Slave

April Showers bring golden showers.



Mistress needs some gardening done without messing up Her manicure: cutting grass, pulling up weeds and trimming plants. I prefer the potential Spring Slave to look good without a shirt on as to arouse and amuse Me and My sexy friends. I would like to be served iced tea while I watch you work hard in the dirt. Denim hot pant cut-offs optional. Bonus points if you know how to make mint juleps. If you are lucky, I will shower you when done.

Please e-mail me with head shot, experience and references.

D/s dinner date

I love fine and fucked up things.

I enjoy well-prepared, exquisitely crafted gourmet food. I love port paired with stilton cheese. I love caviar, marbled fatty tuna, chocolate souffles, creme brulees, truffles . . .

I also enjoy humiliation and domination.

What better than to meld the two?

Perhaps we began in my powder room where I dress you as I see fit. Shall I do you up delicately in lacy pink panties? a full garter holding up your seamed stockings? Are your toenails painted? Maybe I'm feeling more brutal as I tie you up in full body harness and write "meal ticket" across your chest with my red lipstick. It's also possible I have attached carefully placed electrodes somewhere in the dark of your, ahem,manly bits and I will use the power box at my discretion throughout the evening. But whatever kinky under layer I choose, I will put on one of your tailored suits over it. My, my, your pinstripes will never be the same again.

I think I will be wearing my Prada little black dress. I'm fairly subdued myself except for my high satin stiletto heels. I simply glide across the room with them, but will also use my pointy heels on you at my discretion. My nails are painted deep violet.

We go to a fine restaurant of my choosing. When you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, I will order for both of us. Perhaps I will be so kind as to leave a liquid lady present in your drink. Discreetly spitting in your drink takes hardly any talent at all! The truly skilled can pass golden nectar into your water, rubies into your wine.

The food arrives. I will constantly pick off your plate because I ordered you the second dish I wanted. My heels dig into your crotch. My fingers nimbly play with the PES controller. I smile. I laugh.

You squirm and quiver in pain and delight.

Dessert arrives, but you shall have none of it because of course I ordered it for myself. I may permit you to lick my spoon when I'm done. But I may just hike the dial up to 10. We'll see.

Adventures in New Jersey

The day I arrive, a heat wave occurs pushing temperatures into the high nineties with equal humidity. I proceed to crash, waking, drinking a pina colada and go for a swim. It's a surprise birthday party. There's a pinata. I say, I have a blindfold! Someone shoots me a look and says, Are you sure it's scene appropriate?

Later, I go to a camping store to fit me for a harness to go rock climbing. One passes a certain point where everything becomes a sex or BDSM toy. I'm very excited to be in this harness testing it out in the store, hanging from a strong nylon tie from an I-beam in the ceiling, I start flipping over, imagining myself to be an aerialist.

Over dinner, I tell my date I will pee on him later that night. He gets visibly excited until he notices my side of asparagus . . .

I was a Teenage Dominatrix ~ Book Review

If there was a category in the high school yearbook, Most Likely to be a Dominatrix, I would have been it. I’m not sure exactly how I got this reputation, possibly because I liked giving orders and being a bitch, but one year my friend gave me this book, in hopes to start my career.

This memoir is wonderful, but actually has less to do with BDSM and more about the class struggle. It is a woman's journey getting out of the trailer park and becoming educated and worldly.

Shawna Kenney began when she was 19 and then retired in her early twenties. She started working as a stripper, doing outcall in hotel rooms, but found her niche in her “favorite role” being “in charge . . . the ruler, the queen, the BOSS.” The memoir does not cover her training as a pro-domme or protocol in sessions. The sessions she describes are activities like verbal humilation, foot fetish, cross-dressing and GS, but there is some impact play. She works for a private place where she is on call for either sessions in the space or out call, which may include other ladies. Because of this, she seems to talk mostly about the fairness and generosity of her lady boss then the other women she works with. One of my favorites is her menstrual fetish client who buys her used tampons. I love a girl who never throws anything away.

I don't think she was looking for empowerment, I think she was looking for a way to pay the bills. She wanted to pay her way through college; her parents weren't going to be able to assist her and they never went to college themselves. Her description of normalcy was illustrating her humble beginnings and how she continually defied her parents and society norms. I find particularly touching her thrill of backpacking through Europe and retiterates how unbelievable it is that girl like her could go on such a spectacular trip.

This is a hot debate in the BDSM world, if one is lifestyle or professional or both. Lifestyle meaning that one incorporates BDSM as a regular part of one's life; professional being one who plays for money. There are many lifestyle players who are also professional; there are many professionals who do not incorporate BDSM into their lives outside of work. I don't think either deserves our scorn or judgment. Also, every person will only play with what he or she wants to do. Just because you advertise as a professional domme, does not mean you are going to be capable or desirous of playing with every client who wants to play with you. This happened a couple of times in the book and Kenney had that client play with a domme who could give them the type of scene they wanted. This shows her integrity of satisfying a client and keeping her limits intact.

Kenney contends that LA is oversaturated in the domme market so when she moved here, retired. She tumbled into BDSM as a way to pay the bills; she enjoyed it, she was good at it and then felt it was time to hang up her paddle, but knows she can always return to it.

Many of my friends, in or out of the scene thoroughly enjoy this book. Kenney is a very intelligent, go-getter, balls to the wall kinda lady