Crater Face

My first music video an offbeat homage to Lady Gaga's Poker Face: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XubZIk3XAeE

Women's Ways

This was sent to me by a Vanilla friend, but it was too cute not to share:

Four friends spend weeks planning the perfect girls getaway trip - shopping, casinos, massages, facials.

Two days before the group is to leave Mary's husband puts his foot down and tells her she isn't going. Mary's friends are very upset that she can't go, but what can they do...

Two days later the three get to the hotel only to find Mary sitting in the bar drinking a glass of wine.

"Wow, how long you been here and how did you talk your husband into letting you go?"

"Well, I've been here since last night........... Yesterday evening I was sitting on the couch
and my husband came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes and said 'Guess who'?"

I pulled his hands off to find all he was wearing was his birthday suit. He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. The room was scented with perfume, had two dozen candles and rose petals all over.............
On the bed, he had handcuffs and ropes! He told me to tie and cuff him to the bed, so I did.

And then he said, "Now, you can do whatever you want."

So here I am.

Sweep me back under the rug

I never thought I would regret the day the Internet brought kink to the world, but I am there. That dirty little secret we kept under the rug is not out in the open and growing like a weed. We did not gossip about them, or judge the quality of their play or protocol. We didn't gossip about them online or at munches because we were just grateful to have a friend to share with our lifestyle secret. One we could relax for a change with and know we were safe.

But alas those days are gone. And the baggage we muck about in our vanilla lives are creeping into the leather community. We are comfortable, so we make time to judge and turn our noses up at the kink, or fetish that is not our own. We are sadly even to the point of sexism and racism in the leather lifestyle. We were the last outlaws but Masada has fallen and we now tear into each other.

I understand how it happened, but I wonder where it will lead? I saw an ad for the Stockroom in our local weekly LA mag-a-paper "BDSM is the new Black" Oh my, now we are trendy. Something in me wants to shout "THIS CAN'T BE GOOD!" I guess my biggest fear is that we will become passe and with the rush for play to get edgier and edgier I wonder if we will need snuff films to get off? Surely not? Please some one tell me they still find pleasure in creating orgasms, beautiful moans of pleasure and Top/sub spaces.

I am feeling like a old fuddy-duddy when I think and long for the good old days of kink. When every new kinkling out of the box wasn't try to make their own floggers and sell them planning their get rich quick scheme. Or have to read about the travails of pro-Dommes were being written about in national conservative columns. (See Dr. Susie Albright for Fox News). Or did you hear the one about the Domme who had the bad breathe play scene go terribly wrong? Or the Top who left his girl for another sub, or the one about the sub who spread lies about her Dom to gain community pity when she wanted to end the relationship? You name we've done somewhere to someone. And I say we, because if I have listened to the gossip, I'm apart of the problem.

I guess that's why I have refused to take on anything more than play partners. I don't want the stickiness of relationship with another party. Marriage is the one job I want to keep. And though I fantasized about two hot bodies to share my bed with, the reality of another snoring head is sobering. And we all got to sleep sometime!

So now my play is just about play. I want to go to my sandbox, aka dungeon and play, giggle, show off and then go home to my bed. Go to work and lie about the boring weekend I had. Sweep my personal life back under the rug where it belongs. Damn you Jerry Springer, I blame you!

The Bucket List

Recently I got a comment on one of my Fetlife pics that got me to thinking. The gentleman mentioned that my scene was on his bucket list. You know that list we are suppose to make before we kick the bucket. Well, last year a wonderful submissive woman I knew suddenly died. Her death was the first time someone I personally knew in the lifestyle submitted to that final Master, the Grim Reaper.

So it got me to thinking again about that inevitable path I must pass through and what's on my bucket list. And surprisingly it's pretty short, because my Aunt told me years ago that I had lived my life backwards. I had traveled around the world (three times) and now all I had left was forty years of work. That was a hell of an eye opener!

Then I remembered a news story that said after a certain income level, money won't make you happy. I have not reached that income level yet and feel like I'm falling further away from it than moving forward, so I'd like to be able to say that I've found that income level and can agree.

Secondly, I want my libido and my body to always be in sync. Let me explain. As I get older, I've learned that my sex drive is still stronger than ever, however my aching ________________ fill in the blank with any of the following:

Back Arms Tooth Feet Legs Head Eyes Ears Boobs etc. etc.

This really causes me a lot of frustration. I want to get my groove on and can't because of the focus on pain. And shit as a Domme, I don't get off on pain! So then I want to hit somebody and release my tension and frustration but there is never a masochist around when I need one. Finally, I have to remind myself, 'don't hit angry'. Then all I want to scream is Shit Fuck Damn! So on my bucket list I want to add as my last act on the list, the best fucking orgasm ever in my life!

And finally, I like this little ditty my hubby shared with me:

THE SENILITY PRAYER

Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
The good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and The eyesight to tell the difference


What's on your list?