Journal Entry 1/30/10

Last night Madam P and I were taken out by friends for our birthdays.  (Madam and I have birthdays 7 days apart.)  We had a splendid time with good food and even better company.  Madam was so sweet before we left the house for dinner.  I work an office job, so I was already wearing a nice dress and had makeup on when I got home.  Madam took a little time to shower and get pretty before dinner.  (And Madam looked lovely!)  After she was done preparing, we found that we had 10 or 15 minutes before we needed to leave the house.  So Madam called me into the bedroom and had me get down on my hands and knees beside the bed.  She then put her feet up on my back as she lay on the bed.  Madam just wanted to put me through a sweet, short little training exercise before we left the house to insure that I remember my place and that I behave well while we’re out with friends.

Madam had me arch my back up, then arch my back down, then arch my back up and hold it, then arch my back down and hold it.  She wasn’t watching me; she was monitoring my compliance by feel as her feet rested on my back.  I found that I had to concentrate on Madam and listen to every order.  The orders were coming at me pretty quickly at times, so I had to pay attention.  Then Madam had me wag my tail slowly “like you’re happy.”  Then I was ordered to “wag your tail fast, faster, like you want to be fucked!”  I wagged and wagged like crazy.  Madam got so excited that she had to jump up and start swatting my butt, I guess to spur me on.  I didn’t miss a beat; I just kept wagging faster and faster as Madam spanked me with all her might again and again.  Then she said, “Rock your hips, like you’re fucking, like you’re on top of me riding me!”  Madam had worked herself (and me) into quite a frenzy.

Then she had me stop.  And get up.  Madam told me to straighten myself up and get ready to go. 

Dinner was very nice; and Madam and I sat there at the table happy and both dripping wet.

Right, so after dinner, Madam and I came home and got settled in.  After about half an hour, she called me into her office and had me lay across her lap on the sofa.  Madam had me screaming and squirming, right to the edge of weeping, then pulling back.  After about 20 minutes of spanking me, she had me stand in front of her as she sat on the sofa.  Madam said, “Show!”  (Legs spread, hands behind my head, looking straight ahead.)  She grabbed me by the hips and pressed her tongue into my clit.  Within 2 seconds I was screaming and sobbing with the intensity of the orgasm that washed over me… and washed over me… and washed over.  I don’t how long Madam kept me there screaming before she jumped up off the sofa, pushed me to the floor, flat on my back with my hands still behind my head, took off her pants, and began grinding her clit against mine.  Within minutes, Madam had us both screaming like wild animals… it seemed like I’d never stop orgasming.  Even after Madam was done, she waited there a while with her clit pressed to mine, not moving at all, but my orgasms wouldn’t stop coming, one after another after another… or was it one never ending orgasm? 

After a time Madam got up and told me to stay.  She put on her clothes and went about just doing things, taking her evening medications, rinsing dishes in the kitchen, coming back into her office to sit at her computer.  All the while I was lying on the floor, legs spread, hands behind my head still whimpering and moaning and twitching with the fire burning through my entire central nervous system.

I don’t know how Madam does that to me.  I’m no youngster, but until I met Madam P,  I had no idea that my body could even produce never ending orgasms of such crazy intensity.  I’ve never cried from orgasming before… I cry nearly every time Madam brings me to orgasm, which is nearly every day at times.  What’s up with that?  How does she do that? 

Well, she’ll probably never tell me her secret.  But I do know this.  I’m hooked on Madam P for life.  No one else is ever going to be able to handle me the way she does.  I’m so ruined for life.

(Gotta run; Madam’s taking me to an all woman play party tonight!  I’m sure she has something sweet, loving, sexy and diabolical in mind.  I can barely wait to see!)

Missy

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The Courage to Ask

I was asked yesterday, by someone new to our fetish community and to the various activities we in this community enjoy, what smothering was, and it occurred to me that he was being very courageous to be asking a question whereby he was not just seeking potentially awkward information, but also simultaneously admitting his lack of knowledge in an area of play.

I just want to say to those of you who DON’T know about something, and yet you continue to ask your questions, I admire your perseverance and I applaud your courage.  I can only hope that when I next get to a place where I run across a word/idea, or perhaps a word that has 2 or 3 definitions, that I lift my voice likewise, in order to find out what all that I can.

I applaud you curious ones for having the courage to say something like what I heard yesterday:  “I don’t know what smothering is.  Can you please talk to me about it?”  I admire your spirit.  I mean, let’s face it, if you are new and you are looking at one of my profiles on various domains, or looking directly at my website for the first time, seeing something on that website that you don’t recognize, in this case, the part to do with smothering, I would think you might be feeling a bit nervous.  Not being afraid to ask after it tells me a lot about you, your mettle.

I encourage each & every one of you looking at either of my sites, ask me if you don’t understand something and I’ll do my best to either answer your question or to refer you to someone who can, someone who can answer your question with the respect and compassion it deserves.

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Daily Texan Writes Nice About Lifestylers

I found this article in the Daily Texan written by a novice with a negative view of the BDSM Community.

Bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism — these are the many faces of the loaded BDSM acronym. But as multifaceted and large as the BDSM community is, the majority of us never actually encounter it in real life.

I think my earliest introduction to the BDSM lifestyle came from the gimp in “Pulp Fiction” and the dominatrix in “Shortbus,” and neither character made me think very highly of the subculture. Not to mention the years of “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit” marathons, which taught me that BDSM is sexual perversion wherein selfish, deranged men torture women. So when I decided to see for myself what BDSM culture was like, I was more than a little bit nervous about the possible naivete of my plan.

A quick Google query of “Austin, BDSM” took me to CentralTexasKink.org, a clearinghouse Web site where I was able to find a few local groups aimed at beginners in the BDSM lifestyle, including The Next Generation and Austin Voyagers.

I would really suggest you read the rest. Particularly if you have never attended a public gathering of Kinksters. I found it amusing that she spent 45 minutes looking for the kinky folks. As a bonus for me, I know some people in the area so it is nice to have a frame of reference. lol.

MV

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LOLA'S Leg Show & Boy Toys 2-6-10

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S47 ~ kink

Back in the day when I was in the mood to fuck – 3 days ago – I liked it really kinky.  I’m what’s referred to as a S/switch in the BDSM community.  Depending on who I’m with, I can be either extremely dominant or incredibly submissive.  I usually end up being submissive with black men and an incredibly wonderfully cunty Domme with white men – who knows why?  I don’t and I don’t care.

Either way, I can give or take a spanking as long as it’s taken or received properly.

I like to fuck so hard that it makes a little part of me wonder if a fellow is going to rip my nipples and/or breasts off my chest.  /Seriously/.  I like a small part of me to feel a genuine fear – not distrust, but fear.  I don’t want to be raped or murdered, I just want a man to make me scream.

Is that too much to ask for?  It’s seeming like it is… at least lately.

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Running for the Board

So, I have a bit of an announcement to make.  This Saturday I will be running for the Board of Directors of CAPEX. While I have had issues in the past with the direction the group was headed, I have decided to step up and try to make a positive impact on the group. Towards that end, I have submitted my self nomination form to run. It will be a good challenge and I hope that I am allowed to serve this organization.

Wish me luck.

MV

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Just Another Monday...

No, I don’t have MLK Day off…there is no such thing as a “holiday” in the world of billable hours!!

I’m feeling 100%. The crud seems to be gone, just a little residue in the ears, which always happens when there is some kind of head congestion…but otherwise, I feel really good. Good enough, I was up before the alarm and on the treadmill for a good cardio work-out.

I’m hoping to make it to yoga class tonight. I didn’t go Saturday morning so I could rest and relax and bit more…the hardest thing about getting sick at my age is that I’ve found when I listen to my body, give in to resting, I get better faster. There was a time when I could pop over-the-counter meds and keep right on going. I simply can’t do that these days…if I get sick, I’ve found that taking a sick day or two, doing absolutely nothing but resting, sleeping, drinking lots of fluids, that’s the only way I can get better. So be it.

I spent yesterday afternoon trying to decide on a new comforter for my bed…after 3-4 hours of diligent shopping, I came home with nothing. I do have one comforter at T.J.Maxx that I liked but there was no bed-skirt with the set…finding a bed skirt is proving to be difficult. I tried several places in hopes of finding a suitable bed-skirt and nothing. No point in buying the comforter if I can’t find a bed-skirt that’s going to work with it.

I didn’t make it to Home Depot, but dear subbie sent me a link to the Behr paints site…thanks, dear subbie. I can take pictures of my bedroom, download them onto the computer and “paint” my bedroom in the colors that I select from the site and see what it will look like before actually buying and opening a single paint can!!! Pretty cool!!!

I’ve got to figure out what evenings I can devote to a couple of clients that want to session that I couldn’t session last week when I was sick…I am also preparing for Saturday night’s Naughty, Nasty Birthday Party in OKC…it will be loads of fun (pun intended)!!!

Okay, that’s the Monday run down on how I predict my day to do…time to hit the shower…have a good Monday!

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