Enough of this angelic bullshit!
Submissive clients: What’s with the eating pussy?
Look, I like a side of rough sex with my domination as much as the next girl, but in commercial-land that’s straight up illegal. I’m not trying to perpetuate an unhealthy paradigm where dominant women are too good to be touched and they never […]
Twice today I took off my clothes: once at the dungeon, and once in a painting studio.
Near the end of the evening’s painting class, I strolled the room in my robe and looked from easel to easel. My favorites are the short gesture studies — they capture movement. I love seeing my poses […]
At dinner on Saturday, a friend asked me if I would pay for sex. I said, Yes, of course! I’m amazed, and dismayed, that I never have.
We posited that intrinsic difficulty prevented me. The research, the selection, the call, the appointment, the wait, the interview, the paying, the shuffling between rooms, more waiting, […]
My drunken sarcasm translates badly on the Internet. Still, my first two commenters got it wrong. Can we give the stereotypes a rest? I’m a whore, which doesn’t tell you anything about my character. I guess I’m friendly, but that doesn’t make me a whore. And all sorts of people use […]
So much drunk! I wonder if I will regret coming out to my college acquaintances tomorrow.
I did it sober (which is to say, before the drinking ensued, but after I developed a crush on the boy). We’ll see. I suspect that sleeping with arrogant, entitled rich boys would be disastrous — but […]
Here’s to prodommes, and their lack of Real And True Dominance.
Maymay got me thinking when I revisited this post of his. You’ve all heard it before: dommes are the real submissives because they do it for money. Dommes are just service tops. Dommes are just whores (well, yes, thanks, I am). […]
Today I want to link to Annie Sprinkle’s The 40 Reasons Why Whores Are My Heroes.
How is this relevant to anything I do? you might ask. You’re not a whore — you’re a dominatrix. You whip people and make them say thank you while they kiss your boots. You are never required […]
