A Butt Plug Almost Broke My Nose

Not Hot.

Not Sexy.

While I try to be a constantly sexy dominant woman sometimes life gets in the way. I don't know if it's re-entering normal society after being in Vegas...or that it's still winter and snowing furiously when I'm ready for spring...or if it is getting the little one to bed much too late every night...or if it is our high work related stresses...or the aggravation of trying to sell some real estate we want to unload...or if it is just all of those...but I haven't been feeling very sexy lately.

It all started when I pulled our overflowing toy box down from the high shelf and my Toy's CB2000 fell out and broke. Not good. Then, because I have a short memory, I did the same thing a few days later and a butt plug fell out and smacked me right in the nose. Are you kidding me? A butt plug? Good thing my Toy is still using a small one! At any rate, we need a bigger box.

Just writing this post has made me feel better.

Now I just need to whip something. Where's my crop?

Constant Reminder

As I mentioned in a prior post here, my Toy and I were in Vegas recently. We had a great time as always! Leisurely mornings of snuggling, orgasms and breakfast in bed....ahhh bliss.

Late in the evening on Valentine's Day I took him to a tattoo parlor as promised. All day he kept saying "You're not really going to make me do this are you?" and my reply "Of course, I don't make promises I don't intend to keep."

It was all fun and games, until we got there. As soon as my Toy and I stepped in the door he got really quiet. I was in charge and loving it. I was telling the tattoo artist what I wanted and where...but I must not have made it clear that my Toy was getting the tattoo, not me. Oops. He was quite excited when he thought he would be working on me, but then I clarified that no, he was to tattoo my Toy. My my, how attitudes change. He starts freaking out and says that he won't tattoo another guy THERE. Then he tries to talk me into putting it somewhere else, like on his hip or something. I didn't want it anywhere else, and it CAN be done, so just do it. After a lot of stammering on his part, he finally got to work.

So there is my hot little Toy standing in a tattoo parlor in Vegas, late at night, with his pants pulled partially down. (It's making me wet again just thinking about it.) I felt so powerful and in-control of his body. Just as I was reveling in my power, the artist yells across the place to his buddy "Hey, you wanna see a chorizo?" That is what my Toy had been reduced to, a piece of meat. But it was ok with me...I was having too much fun.

The actual tattoo took about five minutes and turned out beautifully. My initials, in my handwriting. It couldn't be better. Now whenever my Toy looks at his penis he is reminded of who it belongs to.

Sex n Guns

I have tried my best not to bring this up, but I can't hold it in any longer....

Why are Americans more at ease with guns than sex? This is on my mind because of the Super Bowl. Watching the game this year brought up memories of that fun time with Miss Janet. (Which if you actually watched it in real time, was imperceptible.) Anyway, while Prince was playing this year we were reminiscing about how up in arms everyone was about seeing a boob.

The part I really don't understand is that right after Prince finished playing, the next FIVE commercials had guns and shooting...shows like 24 etc. It was startling. My son was standing in front of the TV with his mouth hanging open absorbing it all. I was like Holy Crap! Can we change the channel please! Then a couple of days after the game everyone was complaining that the guitar that Prince used was "Too Phallic". What? Are you kidding? Didn't anyone see the commericals afterward?

The reason I say Americans is because the sex-phobia seems to only exist here in the US. Europeans don't seem to have the same hang-ups. Look at the ad for the Mini Cooper on Saratoga's page here. Did you see this ad run on tv here? I didn't think so. I just don't understand what's so wrong with sex. I would much rather have my son see boobs than people shooting each other. I can't believe people let their kids play games like Grand Theft Auto. I just don't get it.

I want my son to grow up with a positive self-image. I don't want him to ever think that sex is dirty. (Unless you want it to be. Hahaha...sorry, off topic.) Bodies are OK, guns are definately NOT.

Public Display of Affection

For Valentines Day I got my Toy a matching collar, leash and wrist cuffs. They are all white leather...so hot. (I get so tired of black accessories in this lifestyle....plus white looks great against a tan!) Anyway, we were out shopping the other day and I had him wear only one of the wrist cuffs. It is something that can pass as popular fashion, but gives a nod toward our private life.

We passed by a couple of women who were sitting down and the younger one says to my Toy "I love your cuff, where did you get it?" We smiled at each other and he said "You don't want to know." You should have seen it...she turned five shades of red...and we knew she knew. Then my Toy said "My wife loves me." Then the older woman said "Well, that's all that matters." And then we smiled and continued walking.

It was great. Both women were quite embarrassed, and we were laughing, wondering what they were thinking. We also felt very united, like we have this great secret and it is just ours. I love the little things we can do in public.

Deuce

I played tennis with my Toy the other day.

I certainly didn't dominate him on the court. I think I have only beaten him one time...ever. This really pisses me off, and he knows it too.

I need to fix this little problem.

I've Always Been This Way

I have always been very in-control of my life and I usually get what I want. Maybe I'm driven, maybe I've been a Domme always, and am just now figuring it out. Probably both.

When I was in school and dating, I was the one who made the first move. I picked my target and moved in. I didn't always pick the best target, but I chose none the less. Tom Allen's most recent post here pretty much sums up my early dating choices. After many poor choices I decided that next I would date a 'Nice Guy'.

I picked out a tall, dark, handsome and Nice guy. Of course, now I had to come up with a plan to snag him! (We had hung out together a couple of times before but nothing romantic.) So my girlfriend and I decide to spend the night at her families' cabin. Oh no, two girls alone in the woods....who will come to protect us?

So I invited Nice Guy and she invited a friend as well. We all played games and hung out and had a fun evening. Later that night we had the living room all to ourselves. We were all over each other and I hinted that I would love to have sex with him, but since he was a nice guy, he didn't get the hint. (This was going to take some getting used to.) By the time morning arrived I had told him that he was going to be my boyfriend. I don't think he was too sure about the idea, but he didn't argue either.

I had been dating Nice Guy for a couple of months when we ended up at a party. It was the usual...small talk, people you only sort-of like. After a while I said "Let's get out of here, this is boring." You should have seen his face light up. (He had only come to this party because he thought I really wanted to go.)

I took him back to my house under the premise of watching a movie. The movie was not on long before I had him pinned to the floor. (If he wasn't going to make things happen, then I was!) I had him on his back, arms above his head, and I proceded to nibble, lick and kiss in all the right places. I then hopped on and rode him like never before. We finished with simultaneous orgasms. It was great. I was so turned on by taking charge, but this was different...this time I was IN charge. We continued this way for a very long time and it made us both happy.

Eventually I made Nice Guy my husband. We were happily married for many years, until we discovered D/s. Now he is my Toy, and we are VERY happily married.

He recently confessed to me that that was the night he fell in love with me.

See, nice guys DO win!

Domme-dar

So my toy insists that he has Domme-dar. He can spot one from a mile away.

Now confidence, that's an easy one to see. And bitchiness, well that's usually just a cover for insecurity. But can you really spot a Domme?

What is it about her? Is it the way she acts? Is it in her eyes or her voice? Is it the way she makes eye-contact without smiling? Can you tell by the way she walks?

What about my Domme friends? Do you think people can tell when you walk down the street? As for myself, I know people see my confidence, but what else do they see?

I wonder....

Submission vs. Weakness

Recently in Ms Rika's forum the question was posed: Is a submissive man weak?

I found myself getting very angry as I posted my response. I know that I took it personally, and it definately showed in my words. I have known and lived with many weak men in my life and I felt like I had to defend my toy! He is definately the strongest man I have ever known. Just because he is submissive, in no way means that he is weak.

It is my opinion that it takes a pretty strong man to put someone elses needs before his own. It requires a confidence and a sense of self that not all men (or women) posess.