Domina Diary

Never apologize for neglect of blog, right?

What’s been keeping me out of trouble? Oh, a lot of things. A vanilla venture which is proving enjoyable and everything I could want. Fun with boys and toys - but on MY time and on MY dime, by choice.

I had the epiphany that I’m a solid Domme and a shitty Dominatrix. Why?

Because people do not always make sound financial/business decisions around their passions. I think I like it too damn much to make good bottom-line choices.

But I am back up and on the phones, much to my delight. Emphasis humiliation, emphasis sheer raw brutality and exploitation.

I get enough fetish in my real life, it’s the hardcore pigs with an obliteration wish that I miss

So hugs and poisonous kisses, fuckers. I’m back.

2 sessions

both heavy leather fetish guys.

Someone remind me why I’m so nice about wardrobe requests again?

A candid non persona non play VLOG entry. A little about my philosophy as a professional and what’s wrong with the pro scene at times in my opinion.
Grab a coffee while she downloads and enjoy.

You’ll want windows (I know I know) media player.

I was thinking about horny and hard up loser boys and I realized I’m finding an empathy gap. I think we’ve all suffered some form of rejection, but I can’t imagine what it’d be like for rejection to be a way of life. Sheer sexual rejection and denial. Wow.

THIS IS THE CLIP for you to right click and download to view.

I’m having fun with cam sessions. Loser Greg called today. He’s such a dicklicker, a real pseudo-human specimine. I’ve had the pleasure of abusing him unrelentingly on and off for the last few years, and today he finally saw my bare toes for the first time. He got so excited - I think he liked seeing them more than my face. Ordinarily I’d be insulted by that, but I acknowledge and accept that losers are sexually inverted and won’t necessarily get off on anything normal people would find sexy. I pointed out that my bare feet, while pretty, should be shod in something fabulous and appropriate and idiot Greg agreed. The upshot will be a nice pair of shoes.

And it was all so painfully easy.

I’m running a special rate, just because I’d like to be humiliating an idiot every waking minute. Sick, but true.

So I’ve finally gotten a chance to sit down and work on my photosets and edit them - there are 3 new ones for sale on Niteflirt - very hot for those of you into lighter fetishes - black hose, strap-on solo ‘tude and dressed-down closeups of my gorgeousness in a cotton cami and skirt - summery.

or pick your poison here:

NEW hose pose - hot huge images

NEW - strap on and hose pics

NEW Casual Dress and face shots - for you “natural Domme” fetish fans

Yes you need to be a niteflirt member to view these - as of now my photos are exclusive to NF members, all the more reason to sign up.

Yeah it’s lightweight fetish - not as much into the rubber and leather and sweaty play with sweaty sluts. My desires do change when it’s 80 degrees out there and muggy.

in other news…

The workshop went extremely well - I’m especially proud of the fact that I had crossover appeal to an audience that was about half gay leathermen.

I think it’s because I acknowledge that we don’t all always play the same way - that it’s entirely fine to play with a hook up and not just someone you’re lifelong soulmates with *barf* and also that while I personally don’t aim to engage in SM with people who are high or drunk or while I myself might be impaired - let’s face it, we as humans sometimes DO that. It’s probably better to know what you might expect from someone who’s been doing poppers or weed rather than just sticking your head in the sand, and it’s fine to just ask “been partying?” if you’re playing at a bar so you know what you’re getting into. I really don’t bring my moral agenda to the table when it comes to sex ed, I’m much more interested in informing people about risks and possible outcomes and letting them make decisions.

Beltway was on hand to help and I think he especially loved being the center of attention and meeting more of my friends. We all wound up at a small party, mr. Stern, beltway and I. I wound up playing with beltway, getting him into the Mr. S sound deprivation hood and caning and bondaging him in it, as well as exploring a little abrasion play, which two of my old friends are expert on and taught a segment on at the workshops. Abrasion is fun, because you expend NO effort whatsoever to create a very very painful situation and that has an eerie way of reinforcing your power over your bottom. The downside is that it marks like a bitch, you have scabs and marking for about 3 weeks if you do it hard.

I had intended to play with my lovely and brilliant boy mr. stern too, but he got caught up socializing and that’s such a rarity I let it go. He was happily chatting the night away with another cute introverted bi bottom boy with a top wife in my locale. (His wife is really hot and sometimes I think even meaner than I am.)

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first: this is a reply to a comment, but I’m bumping it to post status, as it seemed to bear saying.

1. I don’t dislike men. I dislike many things about the way men are encouraged and even *forced* to act. I separate the man himself from his normal behavior, the expectations placed on him, the ways in which he has been given advantages without even being aware of them. Often its through very intense sessions or things done in the interest of eroticism that the man may even become aware of social issues he’d taken for granted.

2. I feel free to humiliate men who crave and need it and benefit from it. I find it extremely declasse and un-necessary to be an asshole to people I meet in the course of a normal day, with whom I have no explicit consent - let me be really clear about that.

The ‘net and the phone both come with a great safeword built in, an off switch. As for my day-to-day a lot of communication and honesty on my part goes into it. Everyone I humiliate KNOWS exactly what he is in for and goes in eyes open. What they get out of it is varied.

3. I feel free to do what I do because it empowers me, it feels really erotic, it crosses some lines and edges into some taboos, and again I do this with people who go in with eyes open and stay in willingly.

4. I think we all struggle with the things you’re struggling with. I think it’s very discouraged for a person a woman especially to be forceful, selfish, violent, or aggressive and I don’t think any of us, me included, ever get entirely past those messages. That sense of conflict is kind of what keeps this hot for me, the possibility that I might in fact be doing something really wrong is something that lends dimension to what would otherwise just be an innocuous roleplay, if that makes sense.

5. Don’t sweat it too much and play where you WANT to play. Don’t want to hurt him really bad? Don’t. Don’t want to push onto the edges today? Don’t. It should be about what you like and you shouldn’t feel a lot of “should” pushing you toward edgeplay. You’ll find your way where you need to go!

Cheers!

M.

In other news beltway arrives for a long overdue visit and I give an erotic humiliation WORKSHOP tomorrow at Patricks Cabaret, 12:30 in the afternoon.  Come on down and bust my educator cherry.  It’s 7 bucks, 5 with your LEATHER PRIDE dogtag, and the ever entertaining Jazz Thomas is sure to upstage me with his piss play workshop.

I may be at a leathery/alternative event tonight at Trixx bar in St. Paul to catch local luminary Sharina Nicole trampling and flogging into the night.

Can we cram more stuff in at one time?

I took full advantage of the incredible weather the other day and spent some time on myself and my likes. This mainly consisted of wandering around the lovely Linden Hills section of town. I had an ice cream cone so minty in its mint-chocolate chipness that it had little tiny green leaf bits floating around the vanilla, evidence that actual plant matter makes it into Sebastian Joe’s small-batch goodies. Too fun. Had my hair colored and cut, surfer-blonde streaks added to it, still sporting the short layery Juliette Binoche-y ‘do I’ve had now for a while. And I splurged in the wool stores local to me.

Yeah I knit. I am the knitting Dominatrix. I commit to a hobby so terrifyingly un-hip it’s all the rage with the indie elite. I salivate over the 23 dollar a skein Colinette point 5. Right now I’ve bought one skein of it and I’m working it into a lace-weight shawl.
What has this to do with Dominatrixing? Nothing.

And I like it that way today. Consider this a weekend that’s bleeding into tuesday.

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Among a lot of other interesting things I had a great call yesterday. The call wasn’t long or remarkable but it did this neat thing of lodging an idea in my brain till I know it’s going to have to work itself out - I know I’m going to actually have to DO this scene to get it out of my head. Yeah, it’s simple crass and obvious, but it sure is fun.. and I’m itching to do it.
I’m going to park my ass on some loser’s face and tell him in gorgeous and gory detail for the better part of an hour just what it’s like to fuck my bull, or what it’s like to get it on with my girlfriend. Really graphic, really nasty, really detailed. While he’s got his air flow being controlled by my leather-clad butt. I think leather pants and deadly heels are the ideal outfit for smothering and rubbing in the monklike denied and lame existence of some middle aged and hard up flab bag.

Beltway will be out here for my class and I know this is his idea of heaven.

In other news I had my first cocktail in 2 years. It’s not some horrible going off the AA wagon thing, it’s medically dictated, but I did have the gin and tonic I’ve been wanting for about 2 years now to usher in summer. I was always a lightweight, so it made me pretty silly. Almost as dumb as a guy with a hard on. But we all know that’s impossible.

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So it looks like sissy and I will both be contributing to the development and feeding of the Mpls. scene during our Leather Pride Week. I’m going to be workshopping my favorite, your favorite, everyone’s favorite edge activity HUMILIATION!

How to do it, why we do it, and maybe even some wise words towards safety in this patently unsafe and insane form of play. I have to write a synopsis and I’m dragging ass on it, but this will be great. Most of the attendees are going to be gay leathermen, which makes this even more surreal and cool.
I am planning a small action in the sprawl of America for beltway to undergo. Small and subtle enough that we’d get ejected before we’d get arrested. (There’s a lot of somewhat justified paranoia there, so the more subtle and less patently sexual degradation is best.) I’ll blog the supersecret steet theater after it happens.

Here’s a nice summary of the listings I have in one spot Yeah prices went up. Doesn’t seem to discourage you perverts.

Have a cam shot, while we’re at it.

Back at last from an incredible weekend of rope, fellowship, learning and exchange, as well as really hot play. I have increased skills in suspension and bondage, tried hojujitsu, hogtied my friends, CBT’d someone’s nuts to his ankles, and had a really great time doing all of it. I have 200 plus new feet of rope to boot.

One of my resolutions, which I find myself often making at the end of great events is to travel more and get to more great events. Confession - I am not a flier, some of you may know this. It’s time to get over the terror and just do it.