Since I returned from my trip to the mountains, I’ve been feeling a little poorly. Today I have a full-blown cold. Nothing serious, but it probably could have been avoided if I had dressed a bit more warmly or avoided wading in the stream. (Smiles – just teasing about the wading, but I’m sure the above photo probably has your imagination stirring a bit, doesn’t it?)
At the moment I’m sitting on the deck, soaking up a little sun. It’s 76 degrees and mostly sunny. That’s the perfect sort of day, isn’t it? Not too cold, not too warm – just right. Nosy neighbor is cleaning out his flower beds and in general sprucing up his yard. A little while ago I turned up the radio when a particularly good song started playing and danced around on the deck – mostly just messing with him because I knew he was watching. After just a bit I started coughing and getting short of breath and had to sit down. For some reason he wasn’t too interested in what I was doing after that. Fickle man. I guess a cold just isn’t sexy. Go figure ;)
It’s been a quiet day. Mostly I’ve been doing housework (woohoo – still more excitement). As I was working I started thinking about some of the comments left here recently. I suppose I shouldn’t have been doing housework – not if I was a real Domme. Some mindless drone would be doing it for me. Truth be told, I could probably have persuaded a man to do the housework for me. I know what to say.. I know what to do. But.. I’m not interested in using someone. Sure maybe some men want to be used, but that’s not me.
I like to take care of myself, do things for myself. I was raised to be independent. By the time I was 12 I was making my own money through babysitting and mowing lawns. I had my first “real” job at 16 and by 18 years of age I left home. Not because anyone made me but because it was time and I could. I’ve been taking care of myself ever since.
There are times I’ll allow someone to do something for me, but it’s more for the sexual excitement that surrounds it than anything. Allowing someone to serve me in a submissive manner is an intimate thing. It’s not something I want just anyone to do. Occasionally I’ll allow friends to do something for me but it’s because I know they really enjoy doing things for someone and by not allowing them to I am robbing them of that pleasure. I just try to keep it at a minimum because I don’t want to take advantage of anyone.
I guess I am a weird sort of Domme. I’m beginning to think I should toss that label completely. I’m just a woman who loves men, loves to tease them, to control their excitement, to fire their imagination and thereby exciting their favorite body parts, and so on. I like sex. I like kinky sex. That’s just me. I read a blog post by some misogynist the other day that essentially listed all those things as slut behavior. Sluts, he said, are ok as long as you’re not planning on marrying them. Personally I think a man would be darn lucky to marry a woman who liked sex, even kinky sex. A woman who loved men instead of thinking that all men are bastards (sorry – but when I worked at the hospital the majority of the women I worked with held that philosophy). Someone who loved to tease and control their excitement and pleasure. Yes, that is not the sort of wife any man should want.
Ok, I’m rambled on and on. Attribute it to the fever. I’m just a bit irritated with some of the narrow-minded people out there.










