the boy’s got a lot to learn….

Commenting in 1939 on the fact that her fiance, Robert Taylor, at 28, was four years younger than she, which raised eyebrows then, Stanwyck said: “The boy`s got a lot to learn and I`ve got a lot to teach”.

A rose by any other name…..

“Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight, half of anxiety.”

~~ Edgar Allan Poe

I have to be honest–most scene names, particularly Femdomme names tend to illicit my inner snark.  Perhaps it’s because I have a hard time taking myself that seriously.  I could never insist that someone refer to me as “Goddess” without snickering.  I understand that a scene name can help set a  mood or further a fantasy.  But to insist that you be treated with absolute devotion and reverence (even outside the dungeon) just because you’re a “Domme” is redonculous.   In fact, I tend to think it denotes a certain lack of confidence.  And honestly, what’s so dominant about that?  Plain Kate suites me just fine, thank you.

When I’m bad….

“When I’m good I’m very, very good but when I’m bad I’m better.”
Mae West.

A Little restraint…

Earlier today my younger sister pointed out a Craigslist.org ad involving a submissive male and house cleaning. Essentially he indicated he would pay a woman to “make” him clean her house. All she need do is lounge around in a lace camisole & panties & order him about. Given the current state of my apartment, that sounds so appealing to me.

I was thinking if I had a sub, I wouldn’t be sure what to do with him. Don’t get me wrong, in theory it seems great. But given my lack of experience, I’m not sure he would get a lot of pleasure from our exchange.

The first time I had the pleasure of putting someone in restraints, I “stuttered” a bit. I hadn’t thought much about what I was going to do beyond restraining him. There he was, beautiful, prone…waiting. I had him right where I wanted him, and all I could say was, “what the fuck do I do now??”

Thankfully he saw the humor in it too.