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It’s Getting Hot in Here

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

I’m spending a quiet Saturday evening in – already dressed in my favorite jammies, sipping a glass of white wine and eating a piece of chocolate while I think about what all I want to share with you.  Mmm… life is good.

Just a quick side question… are jammies ever sexy?  Hmm.. probably not.  Well at least they aren’t the kind with feet in them ;)

Anyway, as I mentioned in my previous post, I went out to a movie and dinner last night.  What I didn’t mention is that I went in the company of four men.  Sounds decadent doesn’t it? ;)   Well, ok, ok, they’re all my friends, but still – who wouldn’t have fun with that much testosterone for company?

I had heard mixed reviews from others about the new Star Trek movie, but I have to admit I really enjoyed it and the fellas seemed to as well.  My only problem was that I was sitting in between Bill and David and they teased me for getting teary-eyed a couple of times.  I can’t tell which two spots made me tear up because I don’t want to spoil the plot for anyone but I’m one big emotional bundle lately so they shouldn’t have been surprised :)

After the movie, we had dinner in a very nice restaurant.  The fellas were having a good time playfully harassing me about several different things.  I just smiled and told them the only reason they felt as if they could even try to get away with this was because there were four of them and one of me – the odds were finally even.

Richard is someone who is relatively new to my circle of friends, but since he’s really nice I like him and feel pretty comfortable with him.  I’ve gotten to know some more things about him over the last week as he’s been coming by to see Bill almost every day, but I haven’t really told him much at all about myself.  When he would ask, I would tactfully turn the conversation back to him.  Tonight, I suppose encouraged by the presence of the others, he was a little more assertive in his questioning.  Nothing too nosy, nothing out of line at all.  Just general things – what books did I enjoy reading, what types of movies did I enjoy, what hobbies did I pursue.

When he asked about hobbies, Graham, David, and Bill all exchanged glances, then quickly looked back at me.  I wasn’t certain what they expected me to say to this man I barely know.  “I like to tie men up and tease them til they are begging for release.”?  “Sometimes I have my male friends all around the world tie red ribbons around their cocks to remind them that just for a little while I have taken control”?  I mean really.

I mentioned photography, writing, and that I dabbled with recreational hypnosis.  I really expected him to zone in straight away on the hypnosis, but to my surprise he was initially more interested in my writing.  What subjects, what genre, was I published anywhere, etc.   Since I decided I wasn’t ready to answer questions about my online presence, I gave some vague replies and steered the conversation toward the hypnosis.

“I’m not really a believer in hypnosis,” he said, looking around for some sort of agreement from the others.  Finding none, he asked, “You don’t all really believe in that stuff, do you?  That someone can make people do silly things?”

Ohhh.. a bit of a challenge…

We talked for awhile about what hypnosis was and wasn’t.  Bill and Graham were able to share a number of  stories about being hypnotized, stories that seemed to intrigue Richard a bit but didn’t totally convince him.  David, who I must remember to thank for feeding me the most perfect line, asked, “Why don’t you just tell him a little about how you would hypnotize someone.”

I watched him lean in a little as I began to share how easy it was to help someone relax, because relaxing is something we often do without conscious effort.  I do so love it when they lean in… I know I have their attention ;)  I continued on, explaining a couple of techniques while deliberately lowering my voice a bit so that he would have to really concentrate to hear me.   Not only was he concentrating and leaning in but David was as well.  While I didn’t really want to hypnotize Richard – again I don’t know him well at all – David on the other hand has been my subject before.

I turned my attention to David and reminded him of the last time I had hypnotized him.  “You remember how good it felt, don’t you David?  How easy it was to let go and slip down into a nice, deep hypnotic place?  To feel your conscious mind letting go and to allow that wave of relaxation to spread over your body?”

He nodded slowly.

“You’re feeling a bit that way now, aren’t you?  As if it would be the easiest thing in the world to do to let go and let me guide you for awhile.   Isn’t that right, David?”

“Yes,” he replied in a voice much quieter than usual.

I continued on for a little longer and then offered a suggestion that after he awakened, he would find that every time I touched his forearm, he would feel a flush pass over his body.. something warm enough that he would feel the need to say, “it’s a bit hot in here, isn’t it?” and would then shift a little in his seat.  This would continue until I remarked, “I think it’s cooling off now”, after which he would revert to normal.  Finally, I suggested he would not remember anything that was said during the time he was hypnotized until I spoke the phrase, “You’re really a good sport, aren’t you, David?”  At that point, the memory would return.

To be honest, I wouldn’t hypnotize just anyone in a crowded place, and I wouldn’t suggest not remembering unless I knew doing so was ok with the individual.  I’ve had enough opportunities to talk with David, Graham, and Bill about hypnosis that I knew I had permission to do whatever I wanted.  They trust me.

I suggested to David that I was going to begin chatting once again to the others at the table and as I did, he would awaken and in a few moments would rejoin the conversation.  I glanced at Richard and his expression was more open than it had been before.  I took that as a good sign.  He also looked a bit dazed ;)

We talked a little more about the movie and then I reached across, touched David’s forearm, and asked him to catch the waitress’ attention when he could.  He nodded, ran his hand across his face, remarked, “It’s a bit hot in here, isn’t it?”, shifted in his seat, and then called for the waitress.  Bill and Graham both chuckled and agreed.  Richard looked from face to face, I think to see if he could figure out if we were putting him on.

After the waitress left, we carried on chatting about various things.  Three other times I touched David’s forearm, and three times the same thing happened.  The last time he remarked that it was hot, I replied that I thought it was cooling off.  He agreed.

The conversation continued and after a few moments, I rested my hand one last time on his forearm.  He flushed a bit and shifted in his seat, but didn’t say anything.  I thought it odd that he had stopped responding to part of the initial suggestion but not all of it.  Still, he had done well.

“You’re a really good sport, aren’t you, David?”

Initially he looked a bit confused and then he began to laugh… his face still quite flushed.

All this was more than Richard could take without remarking.  “So do you remember what happened?”

David acknowledged that he did.

“And you weren’t putting me on?”

“I like a joke as well as anyone but I wouldn’t fake something like that because I know it is something LJ is very serious about.  It wouldn’t be respectful to her.”

Richard silently absorbed David’s reassurance.

Graham on the other hand was too curious to remain silent.  “I don’t understand why you flushed and moved around in your seat when LJ rested her hand on your arm after she told you the suggestion would no longer be in effect.”

David hesitated, then replied, “How would you respond if she was touching your arm, her eyes all lit up like they are right now, and she was talking to you in that way she sounds when she’s been hypnotizing someone?  Her voice is sexy all the time, but when she is being hypnotic….”

Richard laughed and winked at me.  “That’s the one thing out of all this that is easy to understand.  I may have to have my own demonstration to fully comprehend the rest.”

Cheeky man.

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Are Most Men at Least a Little Kinky?

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

It’s cold and windy here today.  Since the gardener quit (who quits a job during times like this?) the leaves needed to be raked.  Even though it’s not the most fun job in the world, I decided I could make it at least a little better by cranking up some music and dancing around the back yard every now and then.  There’s something about dancing and music that makes everything better :)

I was about to head out the back door when the phone rang; David was calling.  We’ve seen each other a few times in the last couple of weeks, but we really haven’t had much time to talk.  He’s been reading my blog and has had a “few” questions about the things I’ve written.  We’ve briefly discussed one or two things, but he was ready to sit down and have a long chat.  To be truthful, I was looking forward to that, too.  It’s interesting to talk with someone who has little or no background in dominance or submission – their questions tend to make me think a lot about the whys and hows.

When he found out I was going to be busy raking leaves, he insisted on coming over to do it himself, especially after learning that I have a cold.  I declined the offer as I really didn’t mind at all doing it.  He insisted more persistently that he was at least going to come over and help.  That worked for me as it meant we could talk a little.

I was ready to begin about 15-20 minutes before he was scheduled to arrive so I went ahead and began my task.  The music was very peppy and probably a bit louder than it should have been.  Pretty soon I was dancing all around with my rake partner.  I’m sure I must have looked pretty ridiculous but when I looked up and saw him standing by the deck, he was sweet enough not to laugh.  He did chuckle a bit as he nodded toward Rhododendron Guy standing out on his deck.  Nothing like a big audience when you’re doing something silly.  Ah well, who cares.  I was having fun.

We chatted as we raked.  He asked if I had dated a vanilla guy since I’d been divorced.  I haven’t, but I thought about the question for a minute and responded, “I’m not sure there really are very many ‘vanilla’  guys out there.”

He shot me a quick look and asked me to explain.

I think there’s a bit of kink in almost every man.  It depends on how you define “kink” of course, but I think the vast majority of men are so interested in sex and/or sexual things that it would be fairly easy to stir up a few kinky thoughts if a woman was so inclined.  It might be just mild bondage or a bit of tease and denial to begin with, but I’ve never really met a man who couldn’t be persuaded to be a bit adventurous.  Once his interest is piqued… well I am fairly sure that a lot of men could be slowly (or quickly) ;) coaxed along to doing quite a few things.

“Just like you.  You’ve said you have never really explored anything kinky, but I know you’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”

I wish I had a photograph of his expression right then;  it was priceless.  Eyebrows arching a bit in surprise, a bit of a flush, and then eyes that glanced away.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be difficult to accurately surmise that,” he finally admitted.  “Of course I have.  I’ve been reading your blog and you write about those things.  I haven’t ever sought out things like that, though.”

I had to smile.  “You’ve proven my point, really.  As I said, it’s fairly easy to stir up a few kinky thoughts if a woman is so inclined.  I did offer the link to my blog, didn’t I?”

He stopped.  “You pointed me in that direction but you had no way of knowing I would be thinking a lot  about the things you wrote.  It’s entirely possible I would have read your blog and then thought no more about it.”

I winked and continued raking.

“You knew that wouldn’t happen.”  It was a statement, definitely not a question.

I smiled and continued raking.

“That’s a little unnerving.”

“Really?  It bothers you that I could influence what you think about?”

“I..”  He looked away again.

“It’s ok.  I won’t do that too often.”

“Too often?”

I had to laugh then.  It was impossible to hold a straight face.

We continued raking and talking for a while longer.  His questions were intelligent and his observations insightful.  He did surprise me a bit by bringing up the issue of dating again but easily accepted my reiteration that I am simply not in a place where dating is a good idea.

Eventually there was a huge mound of leaves ready to be bagged.  I turned to pick up a trash bag and I heard something fall into the pile.  Great.  My cell phone.

I started to kneel to sift through the pile when he insisted on finding it for me.  He dialed my number and after a brief period of time on his knees located the ringing phone.  He looked up and handed it to me.  For the briefest of moments we both paused.  He flushed even more than earlier but his eyes never left my face.  I cleared my throat, turned, and retrieved the forgotten leaf bag.

Yes.  I think he’s beginning to understand more than he’s admitting.

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Saturday Ramblings

Saturday, November 29th, 2008

Since it’s been a long, stressful week, I decided to try to relax as much as possible today.  I’ve been listening to my favorite internet radio station ( Martini in the Morning ), reading, and having the occasional cup of hot tea.  Usually this works for me, but today not so much.  So… I thought I’d write.  As usual when I’m stressed I have no coherent ideas for posts and must thus ramble.  You’ve been warned :)

Last weekend  I finished reading Twilight, a fairly entertaining story even if young adults are the intended audience.  Stephenie Meyer seems to have a style that pulls the reader in.  Or… maybe it was more that the story was about vampires.  Since I haven’t read anything vampire-ish since high school, I’m not sure if her slant – vampires with a conscience who feed on animals instead of people – was novel or not, but it was interesting to contemplate.

The movie was, as expected, no comparison to the book.  In spite of several cast members who simply couldn’t act and a very slow beginning, it was able to redeem itself a little the last hour or so.  Even my 13 year old niece felt the acting wasn’t the best, but she was so appreciative of the “hot” male lead that she deemed the poor acting irrelevant.  Ahh… I remember those days.  Every time I see a clip of something featuring either a young Shaun Cassidy or Vincent Van Patten, I ask myself where my 13 year old brain could have been while I was watching those programs.  Overwhelmed with hormones, I’m sure.  It’s the only explanation for such a fascination with some badly written and badly acted shows.

The rest of the week was spent entertaining my niece and two nephews.  It’s fun playing Auntie, but I have to admit that I can see the reason why it isn’t the norm for 46 year olds to be first time parents to young children :)  What is it with this obligatory “I must touch every single thing that I pass in the store” thing that kids have?  I thought for certain I’d end up testing some store’s “you buy it you break it” policy, but I squeaked by without that happening.

I did spend some time at the gym today.  While it may not seem to be, working out is relaxing for some reason.  Perhaps it’s the repetitiveness.  Maybe it’s the long, hot shower afterwards followed by massaging lotion into my muscles.  It could be the distraction of people watching.  Or… it could be a combination of all those things.

People watching there is always amusing.  Most people seem to be simply concentrating on what they are doing, but there’s always a few.  You’ve seen them.  God’s gifts.  They posture.  They flex.  They preen.  They hang out in pairs so they can tell each other how perfect they are. They crack me up ;)  I was more relaxed that hour and a half today than at any other time.

There are several nice people at my gym.  One in particular has been my “gym friend” for quite awhile.  We have a rule – nothing negative, sad, or distressing can come into our conversation.  It’s great as we talk only about silly or creative things.  He’s begun writing a new novel and we’ve been discussing character development.  He has one character in particular that reminds me so much of an “online personality” I’ve run across that it almost makes me wonder if he has stumbled across the same individual.   Steve (my gym friend) isn’t kinky as far as I know, so it’s doubtful.  However, his parody of Supercilious, the King of all the Arrogant is uncannily similar to this online character and so funny that tears ran down my cheeks from laughing so hard while listening.  Perhaps we’ve all know a King Supercilious type, God’s gift to women everywhere, women who are never quite good enough for him – at least not after they reject him.  Til then they are perfection (Goddesses, you might say).

Speaking of friends, since I was at my mom’s most of the week, I did see David a couple of times in passing.  He’s been perusing my website and confessed he has several questions.  We didn’t have time to talk then, but it will be interesting to hear his thoughts.

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That’s a Good Boy

Monday, November 17th, 2008

I was sitting on the patio crying when I heard him approach.

“Great”, I thought. “I’m sure I look fabulous at the moment.” Some women look beautiful when they cry. I just look sad and red-faced.

He sat down beside me and took my hand. He said nothing, just held my hand. Funny, but that made me cry harder. I guess maybe I’d been holding more inside the last few months than I realized.

When the tears finally stopped falling he asked, “Want to tell me about it?”

I shook my head and he stood. “Right. No talking. I would guess it’s time to make dinner.” At my nod, he stood, held open the door, and continued. “Lead the way. May I help?”

Just like that.  No more questions, not even about the things we talked about this past week.  His willingness to let me lead always surprises me.  I don’t really expect that from a friend, but I certainly won’t knock it.  Besides – a man working away in the kitchen – how could I say no to that?

He actually seemed to know his away around in a kitchen. I love it when men can cook. There’s something really sexy about watching them and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s knowing they’re quietly confident in their masculinity.

After dinner was ready he took off his apron, touched my hand for a moment, then turned to leave.

“Don’t go. Stay and have dinner,” I urged.

He smiled. “I can’t.”

“You just came in to help and then leave?” My puzzled look coaxed an even bigger smile.

“I just stopped by to drop off the book you loaned me.  I stayed longer than I’d planned because you seemed to need cheering up.  That’s not the only reason I wanted to help you, though.  I’m trying to understand more about the feelings you say some men have when doing something unselfish to please a woman they admire.”

I smiled back. “I’m sure you do things for women all the time.”

“True, but I don’t think we’re talking about the kind of feelings, are we?”

“No, I don’t suppose we are. And… do you have a little bit more insight into what we’ve been talking about?”

He paused. “Do you really want me to answer that?” At my nod, he continued. “Let me put it like this. Cooking and cleaning up the kitchen never felt like this before.”

I couldn’t help myself.  I had to smile.  “That’s a good boy.”

He flashed another smile and walked out the door.

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Hello There, Big Boy

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

Since my return from North Carolina, David and I have gone out for a few meals and talked on the phone a number of times.  During one of our last meals together I broached the subject of therapeutic hypnosis.  To my delight he was very interested, listened attentively as I described the basics, and asked quite intelligent questions.

After responding to his questions, I somewhat casually remarked, “If you’re ever interested, I could give you a demonstration.”

“Does it hurt?” he quipped.

“Only if I tell you it will”, I laughed.

“Then why not?  It sounds intriguing.”

Why not indeed?  It was the sort of open-minded, intellectually curious response I’ve come to expect from him.  While I hadn’t described any of the more pleasurable aspects of hypnosis (wink) I did tell him there were all sorts of uses including exploring things that people are not ready to explore outside the fantasy realm.  I assumed he could connect the dots if he wanted to.

I began with a very simple progressive relaxation induction with a smattering of guided imagery, progressed to a counting deepener, and then offered some suggestions for relaxation including a tattoo on the back of his hand that only he could see.  Rubbing the tattoo with his index finger would help him relax any time, any place, as much as he wanted.  Since he has a pretty high-pressure career, I thought he would be able to evaluate his responsiveness to the suggestions on a regular basis.

I really love observing people’s faces as they’re hypnotized, watching as their head droops a bit and the rest of their body quite visibly relaxes.  There’s always this moment of awe in knowing the power of both suggestion and the human mind.

He appeared to be a fairly responsive subject and has since reported that his tattoo has kept him from pulling his hair out on several occasions.  I was pleased not only because it helped him but also that he was open and willing to share in something that deeply interested me.

Yesterday we were talking a bit more about hypnosis and I decided it was the time to tell him about “Lady Julia” and my interest in the erotic and D/s aspects of hypnosis.  He was a little surprised but I don’t think he was shocked.  He asked me if what I do made me happy.  When I replied that it did, he remarked, “Who could object to you doing something that makes you happy?”

I thought then what a great friend he was turning out to be.

Friends.  There’s that word again.  I’ve wondered since I met him if being “just friends” with him was possible given that he initially wanted more.  I would never want to lead him on or hurt him.  I know it’s possible to be long distance friends with men because I have several, but I was concerned that proximity might make that impossible.

From the discussions I’ve seen on here, on a few blogs, and in TCOD, I was beginning to wonder.  I’ve heard some say women are cruel, that they tease and string along men with whom they are friends, and in general are just too much temptation for testosterone driven men to handle.  Others have reported having “friends only” relationships for years that were just that – friends only.

I think for us, things will be ok.  He has reassured me that while he wants more from me, he is happy with being friends and is quite capable of handling that without being hurt.  “I’m a big boy.  I can take care of myself”.  Who could argue with that?

Since then I’ve started calling him “Big Boy”.  For some difficult-to-comprehend reason he seems to enjoy that ;)

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Shattering the Domme Stereotype

Thursday, November 6th, 2008


I told David that I am a Domme.

During my week in North Carolina he suggested we exchange emails, an idea I embraced because it afforded me the opportunity to think about what I wanted to say before I said it. I know it may seem odd to many that I was hesitant, but I do live in a very conservative area and many people here are taken aback by anything that isn’t mainstream.

“Remember when I told you that I am pretty used to getting what I want? Well, it’s a little bit more than what it might appear on the surface. I’m a Domme,” I wrote. I quite enjoyed ending my email with that particular sentence. I only wish I could have been inside his mind to hear what he was thinking as he read it (wink).

“That doesn’t seem to fit,” he replied. “I can’t see you with a whip. You’re too gentle. I can’t envision you humiliating someone or acting like a bitch. You’re too sweet.”

“Your knowledge of dominance… is that first-hand or did you just google the word Domme?” I was smiling.

“Was it that obvious? I only know what I read on a few sites and what I’ve seen in movies or on TV. Since you’re into this, there must be something to it other than pain or humiliation. I’m interested in hearing more if you want to explain. I suppose I could even tolerate a demonstration that shatters the stereotype. Strictly for educational purposes of course.”

Cheeky fella.

Cheekiness aside, I was surprised at his open-mindedness considering I’ve known a lot of “experienced” dominants and submissives (especially online) who are unable to see that there could possibly be another way to do things other than their own.

“I’m not sure that I’m all that sweet or gentle, but you’re right. Inflicting intense pain or serious humiliation on someone isn’t my thing. Mild pain and teasing humiliation, well… I have to admit that I like to see a man squirm because he’s turned on and a bit embarrassed, but only if he’s enjoying it. It’s no fun otherwise – the same with pain, really. If inside his brain a little bit of pain increases his pleasure, that works for me. It’s not about the pain or the humiliation; it’s about controlling his pleasure. In spite of what you may have read online, there are many ways to dominate.”

Because we didn’t have a lot of time to continue the conversation that week, I ended the discussion by adding, “To me, being a Domme means being able to very gently, very persuasively stroke his mind, stirring his wants and needs to such a frenzy that he is begging to give me exactly what I want and leaving him surprised to find that what I want is what he wants also.”

Other than a simple “I want to hear more”, I didn’t hear from him for several days after that and I started wondering if I’d freaked him out. I would have been sad to see a budding friendship end, but I decided that I had to be honest and I had no interest in being anyone other than myself. What was done, was done. It was important to me that he be able to understand that it didn’t matter if a woman was a leather-clad whip-wielding sadist or a soft, sensual seductress, either could be a Domme.

(To be continued..)

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