Sunday morning

Posting from the breakfast table today as my morning cup of tea (lovingly served by my boy of course) is accompanied by wave after wave of MAMILs. Courtesy of charity races and trendy exercising these Middle Aged Men In Lycra are publicly flouting standards of decency and indeed good fashion sense! There are of course some hotties with bodies like Adonis, but sadly more portly gents testing the stretching limit of the fabrics.

Hopefully the visuals improve as we go along today.

Everyday dominance

So, it happened again. I went out to dinner last night with some work colleagues to a nice restaurant. Well, I'll call it "nice" as it became rather amusing a few of us to play critic with the service and believe me, there was a lot to criticise! But that's beside the point. It worked out that all my dinner companions were male as the other women decided not to come along. Throughout the entire evening the guys deferred to me for everything from choosing the wines to which bar we'd go to afterwards. We are the same ages and same level within our workplace. The waiting staff at the restaurant also kept turning to me for orders and instruction even though the gentleman who booked the table in his name had made himself known when we arrived. I kept trying to give him the host role back, but it simply didn't seem to stick. He at least was mildly amused and commented himself that I must be the better man! I was very honestly not trying to be in charge.

I wonder if this happens to many women who are dominant in their private relationships? Does it just sort of spill over into the everyday activity of life?

Snippet of a story in evolution

I started this story which is likely to end up short novel in length, but I've got stalled. What might help is releasing some passages from it to see what others think. Is is the right tone? Does it sound like something you want to hear more about? To read all of it click through.
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Chapter 1
I'm not sure when the desire came upon me. It's almost as though it had always been there, quietly hiding, waiting for the opportunity to surface. I knew that it was something that others would find disturbing, even disgusting, but it was deeply embedded in me now and could never be removed.

Where'd my pictures go?

It seems my talented sub photographer isn't quite so good with giving me links that work and my photos have disappeared, so here's another photo taken whilst getting ready for a night out whilst staying with friends in London.

Yes, they are that long

August adventures

It's been quite a busy time for me recently and so I haven't been able to keep up to date with the blog. Fortunately it has been very good things that have been keeping me occupied.

I've been giving some consideration to a new plot for a short story that I plan to get started on soon. It concerns a successful businessman who considers himself to be quite in control who meets and falls for a young woman who teaches him that he can't always have what he wants. I started a short section of it already but have managed to misplace the file, but as soon as I find it I will post it up!

I've been shopping too, or rather I have been getting shopping done for me (much appreciated, young man). I'm awaiting delivery of a rather lovely pair of latex hotpants in... you guessed it... leopard print from Rubber55. I'm a big fan of latex and have had my eye on some leopard print pieces for a while to add to my wardrobe for going out to events. These will go rather nicely with my black latex catsuit from Westward Bound which has a rather cheeky cutaway section at the derrière. Hopefully I will find somewhere suitable to wear the whole ensemble out to in the near future.

In a more traditional matter I have been enjoying a new garter belt from StockingsHQ which has meant I have been able to wear all my favourite stockings more often. It is always rather fun spotting those men who know good lingerie when out and about when they spot my seams and give a knowing smile. I have no idea why they fell out of fashion.

And so on to the weekend. I have an evening of pampering to look forward to with champagne, chocolate, sumptuous bathing and a massage courtesy of an incredibly fine young gentleman. What more could a girl ask for?

Long time, no post

It's been quite a while since I last posted. Life has been quite chaotic leaving very little time to be online and give proper attention to writing.

I have been taking a look into one of the more contested internet fetishes: financial domination. From the outside this appears to be a group of money grabbing "Mistresses" who prey on the wallets of the gullible, but that's probably about as fair as saying all fetishists are dangerous perverts. There are some Insta-Mistresses thinking that all they need to do is chant "I WANT I WANT I WANT" and the men will come flocking, but there are a much quieter group who understand the mechanics of the transaction. Some are in it for the money, others are in it for the power. To use another comparison you have some people who understand fetish & BDSM, and you have others who use it as a way to get sex.

Financial domination is about power; money is a by-product. To compel a perfectly competent adult to hand over control of their hard earned cash, even when it may mean going without the things they desire for themselves, is a fascinating art. My own experience in the past was of men who would spend and spend to try fulfil my every desire, but I did not handle the money directly. His devotions via gifts were the power exchange for me and I certainly have never needed the wallet of a submissive to keep me in the manner to which I am accustomed. If I need cash I will go down to the bank and withdraw it myself!

Skimming the surface of the online world of Financial Domination however would have you believe that a good subbie pays for Mistress' gas bill even though she is a complete stranger, wants to keep her name from you and won't give you the time of day. There are, I'm sure, many men out there who get off on being used and humiliated, but to do that to a satisfactory level there needs to be interaction beyond filling in bank details. I'm not really into humiliation or remote blackmail but from what I understand of it there's more to it than just posting up on a message board "PAY ME NOW, PIG!" (and for those of you who haven't looked into this, it really does happen) and I mentally have it stored next to the "KNEEL, BITCH!" mentality of clueless men approaching female submissives.

I started a bit of an experiment in the gap between this post and my last. I started up a gift list and posted quietly on a few forums that I was interested in speaking to finsubs about their interests. A few good gentleman replied (plus a few crude asses for good measure) and helped answer some questions about financial play from the submissive perspective, and now I have had my first tributes gifted. A couple of them were anonymous and none of the men I was talking to claimed responsibility. I will however thank AH for the chocolates which I am still enjoying a little at a time! It could be an interesting comparison to try a few ranty demanding posts with no reciprocal chat and see what the response is!

Ooh look, pictures!

A rather talented devotee has provided me with some lovely photos to satisfy the popular request for more images that I have had both here and on other sites. I am still not happy to provide fully identifiable shots and so make no apology for the mask.

As a quick run-down for people who like the details in such things the corset is a custom limited edition in leopard print leather bought at a fetish event and sadly no maker's label. Leather gloves bought from a market in Berlin. The necklace is my leopard print locket that contains my chaste boy's key. The leather skirt is from H&M, the suspender belt from WhatKatieDid, nylon stockings from Stockingshq and pony hair shoes by Dune.

I have lots more photos that were taken, but I will be keeping them for my most special boys.