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7 May 2013

Interview With A Domme - #YouTube


I am collecting questions for a YouTube interview (DATE TO BE CONFIRMED) so ask away.


QUESTIONS ASKED SO FAR:


* Why interested you to become a domme?

* What is the best thing that happened to you as a dome. An incident that you remember as being the best?

* What is the worst thing of being a domme?

* Do you think what you do is normal?

* Do you receive as much pleasure as you give?

* Has the main stream '50 Shades of Grey' influenced the scene at all?


* Not that they are all like this but with all of the greedy and rude subs, obsessed single-minded fetishists, flakes and no shows, and other boorish behavior you see, how do you (or do you?) maintain a positive view of men?

* It is understandable that a man (or woman) may seek out a ProDom now and then to try or experience something their partner will or cannot provide. How do you deal, though, with someone who wants to have a frequent, ongoing relationship when you know that the result is that the client is depriving their partner of focus, attention, money, and the honesty needed to pursue their own happiness, essentially making you 'the other woman'?

* Many Pro (and amateur) Doms stress or emphasize that they WILL constantly or always push the subs boundaries. Given how difficult it is for many to admit their alternative feelings or desires, express them to someone else, and try to find a compatible partner, do you feel this is important? Can't we just let people be happy and revel in what they like and have finally been able to enjoy?


* What is your favourite Professional play activity?

* Which do You enjoy more; professional play or personal BDSM play?  What is your favorite personal play activity?

* Does inflicting pain pleasures You, Divine Goddess Leyla, or is it the fact that the sub endures more and more that is satisfactory to Your Highness?

* How do You, Magnificent Mistress Leyla, cope with the fact that outside the bdsm scene,ordering people around is not particularly easy to do ? Alternative: is getting Your Breathtaking Beautiful Feet licked by a slave a pleasure,an obligation to fulfill slave's fantasies,or tickling :) ?


* Where would you see yourself, if you were not a pro-domme?

* A session may be enjoyable for you, but still can be very tiring. What do you do to relax and take your mind away from the daily drudgery?

* A true domme nature vs nurture debate!!! How much do you think is your lifestyle/professional choice a product of you past life experiences and how much due to your own nature?






6 May 2013

Squealing Little #Slut Jesmeena.


Jesmeena knelt down in the position for Mistress Lady Leyla.

Mistress:  Hello Jesmeena, are you well?

Jesmeena:  Yes thank you Mistress

Mistress: And have you fucked your wife recently?

Jesmeena: No Mistress

Mistress: How long?

Jesmeena: I don't remember Mistress.

Mistress: Roughly! Yesterday, last week, within the last month?

Jesmeena: Longer.

Mistress: Last 3 months, 6 months, a year?

Jesmeena: Between 3 and 6 months Mistress.

Mistress: So, your cock is a little redundant these days then? Tell me, when you did fuck your wife did she squeal when she came?

Jesmeena: No Mistress.

Mistress: I saw your wife the other night. Where was she on Wednesday evening?

Jesmeena: Out with some of her mumsie friends Mistress.

Mistress: Yes I was in the same pub with two friends Miguel and Louise. Now Miguel has a fetish for white plump English girls - I would say your wife fell into that description?

Jesmeena: Yes Mistress.

Mistress: So, Miguel saw this group of women and said 'I bet you a drink I could fuck the one with the fattest arse?'

Mistress: Which, of course, I accepted. He then approached your wife and this is what I saw.

Miguel walks over to the group of mumsies with a bottle of wine in hand. Pours a drink for one and starts to chat her up. After 10 minutes he tops up her drink and gives her ample arse a playful squeeze. Your wife finishes her second drink and follows Miguel out of the pub. Miguel pinches her bum so that all the other mumsies can see and takes hold of her hand as they leave.
 The mumsies giggle as YOUR wife and Miguel leave, they then return to their  conversations. After 20 minutes out the back, your wife and Miguel return. Your wife has mud on her knees  and is no longer wearing any panties as they have been discarded by the river.
 Miguel returns and says that I owe him a drink. I smile and pull out my purse. I ask how he got on and he shows me a phone number which says 'call during the daytime.'

Mistress: So Jesmeena, in about 40 minutes Miguel chatted up your wife, took her outside and came for his reward. He also said that she gave a little squeal when she came.

Jesmeena: Ok Mistress

Mistress: Do you think that your wife is a slut Jesmeena?

Jesmeena:  I don't know Mistress.

Mistress: Well I think that she is. Also is seems that Miguel may be visiting her some more when you are at work?

Jesmeena: Ok Mistress.

Mistress: I think that your wife is a slut. Do you think she knows that you are a slut too?

Jesmeena: No Mistress.

Mistress: Well let's find out if you are as big a slut as your wife.

Mistress walks in  front with her strap-on cock at mouth level with Jesmeena.

Mistress: Lets rein act Miguel and your wife and see if you squeal!

Session with Mistress


THANKS SLAVE ASH


It was quite bright when I got out of my house and looked around. There are not many people on the street. It had stopped snowing a few weeks before; you could still feel the nip in the air. My hands were shaking while locking the door. This had less to do with the cold and more out of apprehension of being seen. I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I was wearing a long overcoat over a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I had put on my blue 6” stilettoes.  Under my clothes I was wearing matching black bra, black lace panties and black lace garter belt holding up my fishnet stockings on my newly shaved legs. I had a medium size anal plug up my rear. I was now ready to meet my Mistress.

I walked to the bus stop and to wait in queue for the bus, with full my concentration on walking properly in these heels. This was a part of my obedience training. I was to take public transport to mistress’s dungeon. Mistress had given me an option of wearing a knee length pleated skirt or 20 stokes of the cane. I decided on the latter. I was not gaining any extra credits today.

It was still early in the day and there was only a lady ahead of me. She smiled at me and we made small conversation on the weather and the transportation network. Her eyes suddenly spotted my shoes, and she gave me an all knowing smile. I continued speaking on the bus network, blushing with embarrassment. I thought I was saved when the bus arrived, but my anxiety only grew when I saw a group of 4 teenage girls in the bus. I quickly found a seat in the front of the bus and sat down. Only then I realised how high the jeans hike up when I sat. I heard one of the girls exclaim loudly. I could see the 4 of them looking in my direction, whispering in each ones ear and giggling. I looked towards them and tried to smile, which made them burst out in laughter. I must have turned a deeper shade of red. My destination bus stop could not have come any sooner. I rushed out of the bus and started walking towards my mistress’s dungeon. What would usually take me around 10 minutes to cover the distance, took me twice as much today while walking in heels with a butt plug up my ass.

I slowly made my way up the stone stairs to the dungeon doors. Away from prying eyes, the second part of the instructions was on a sheet of paper nailed to the door. As instructed, I wore a leather collar with steel rings kept on the floor. This was a sign of my submission. I was instructed to wear nothing except leather collar, my sissy underwear and my heels. I was then to search the garden area in the back for tools to clean the dungeon floor. I looked around the garden area for the broomstick for my cleaning task. The cold and the excitement made me shiver. But all I could find was a small pail of water with a piece of cloth no bigger than a handkerchief, under a sign that said “Use Me”. It took me a good part of 2 hours to finish my chores. I prepared a jar of iced tea for mistress. Then I knelt in front of the dungeon in submission posture, face on ground, back arched and plugged ass in the air, as instructed waiting for my mistress to grace me with her presence.

I heard my mistress arriving. The sound of her heels on the ground was intoxicating. Each step she took made my heart beat faster. I heard her opening the door and sitting on the chair in front of me. She commanded me, “Footstool, slave. I want to rest my legs”. I quickly went on all fours towards her. I knelt before her on my hands and knees and head facing the floor as she had taught me. I resisted looking up to her as she had ordered before. She rested her left foot over my back and her right on my head. I stayed in that position as mistress chatted over the phone with someone. I waited patiently for her to finish. But it was not so. A couple of long calls later she removed her foot from my head and brought it to my face. Her only words were, “I want it clean… not a spec of dirt on it”, before starting on another call. It was a black peep-toe high heel stiletto covering mistress’s beautiful foot. I immediately got down to licking it clean, both the top and the bottom of the shoe. When I finished the first, I was given the privilege to cleaning the other shoe too.

After she was satisfied that I had done a good job, she placed her feet on me again and sipped on the ice-tea. She gave me an inflatable gag for me to put on, which I put on immediately. She attached a leash on my neck and motioned me to crawl behind her. She took me crawling around the whole house. When we entered the dungeon, she clapped her hands and ordered, “Inspection position, slave. I hope you have followed all of my instructions.” I sprang to my feet. I stood with my feet wide apart, hands spread parallel to the ground and eyes lowered to the floor. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw mistress slowly walking around me. I could feel her cane moving across my back and inner thighs.

She stood in front of me and said, “Good slave… you have followed my instructions on the wardrobe. I am a bit disappointed that you picked the colour black. I would have been pleased if you had picked pink or red. That will be rectified next time. I must complement on your choice of shoes. Tell me, did you ask for help from the sales lady when you bought clothes? Did you do a trial; like I asked you? Or did my sissy slave chicken out and just go to the counter? I want an honest answer.” She removed the gaga to allow me to speak.

I got very nervous when I heard these questions. Should I tell mistress about my aborted attempt at buying from the store? I decided to stick with the truth.  “I am sorry mistress, but I was too embarrassed to be seen buying these clothes from a shop. They were all bought online. Please forgive me.” Mistress sounded very angry when she replied, “I am disappointed with you slave. Buying your own bra and panties from a shop is one of the first things a sissy has to do. Not to mention that you have disobeyed one of my instructions to you. You will be suitably punished for this.” She secured me over the whipping bench and said, “You have already earned 20 strokes of the cane for not wearing the skirt when you came here. What should be your punishment for disobeying my instructions? Don’t tell me to increase the number of strokes. Come up with something new. Something which you will not forget without me having to waste too much energy. Think about it while I administer your 20 strokes. And don’t forget your manners.”

Now mistress had put me in a real spot. I was to thank mistress after each stroke of the cane for disciplining me as well as think of punishment. I didn't get too much time to ponder. The first stroke of the cane landed on my left ass cheek and I screamed, “One. Thank- you mistress for correcting me.” Mistress alternated between the left and right ass cheek. The strokes increased in intensity till the 18th, by which time I was screaming my lungs out. The last 2 were comparatively lighter. My ass had turned a very dark shade of red with visible stripes where the cane had struck.

Mistress gave me a few minutes to collect my thoughts as she freed me from the whipping bench. “Now slave, tell me your ideas for the punishment. I do hope you have some good ones.

25 Apr 2013

Police break into homes and arrest 20 trans women in Istanbul

Police break into homes and arrest 20 trans women in Istanbul

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing*



The blogverse and twittersphere tend to get very excited about something called “call out culture” which those of us of a certain age might call telling someone they are being a dick, or if the someone was well-intentioned explaining why certain things are not a good idea.

It’s that simple really, either people are allowed to go round hurting others with their language or attitudes or those who feel strong enough challenge them. At this point I get to quote the most famous call out culture piece of writing, which predates the interweb, but every decent politics blog should at some point use. That is all this call out culture is, I am not black, but if I see someone being racist, I care, I am not gay, but if I see someone being homophobic I care. Not because I am some angel or politically correct superhero but because a world without homophobia or racism or transphobia or any other short-sighted festering form of bigotry will be a better place. Who wouldn't want to live in that world? Seriously I am struggling here to understand the problem?

There are two objections I hear most commonly on twitter  about calling out, one is easily dealt with because I agree. The dreaded pile on. Mobs are not nice, they rarely take the time to think about things, and minds are changed 0.0000000000001% of the time. I have in the past been part of them, not meaning too, simply seeing something that was wrong, or harmful (Like Moores transphobia) and responded, without thinking hang on, lots of people have already said this, do I need to say it too? Of course it’s normal to be angry about stuff and want to express that, but avoiding the mob is also a thing we need to all do more often. If someone won’t listen to a few people reasonably pointing something out then oddly enough one hundred people baying for blood are not going to be more effective.

Which brings us to the other far more problematic objection to call out culture. The unity idea, otherwise known as “there are more important things than X”

Shall we look at the wonderful words of Pastor Niemoller again, just for those who don’t do links?

There will always be things that matter more to me than they do to you, and things you care about that barely touch me. That’s normal and inevitable. However once anyone starts deciding that unity matters more than speaking out, that there is a greater good then they become that person not speaking out about the trades unionist, because they were not a trade unionist.

The biggest example of this I know has been in the very bitter wars about radfem13 (now cancelled) and the transphobia of many of the main speakers. People have tried to say that being against the whole conference or being pleased it was cancelled was wrong, because not everyone attending was transphobic. Of course they were not, but they were staying silent, it was other people being made to wear the yellow star, and because it was not them, they decided that it was OK.

This is not just theory, or online for me. I am as regular readers know a Christian. The Equal Marriage bill has caused many storms in many churches, one of the biggest was when Steve Chalke stood up and said stop, I will have no part of this prejudice. Not in my name. You need to know more of the evangelical and charismatic churches to perhaps really understand what this meant. Perhaps the equivalent would have been Julie Bindel turning up at SWOU and giving us all  an apology, then writing a series of Guardian articles about how decriminalization is the answer.

It was that big a statement, earth shattering for many people, Chalke understood that if he remained silent, then he was allowing those opposed to equal marriage to assume he agreed. He, and others such as Symon Hill, also knew the outside world assumed all Christians were homophobic. Only by speaking up could this idea be challenged. Only then could some of the harm done by homophobia be addressed. Even in my own small way I made clear my feelings, along with other Christians I openly prayed for the Bill, spoke up in meetings, refused to let the voices of the most reactionary represent me.

That’s all calling out is, old fashioned phrases like standing up and being counted, or the title of this piece. That’s all that needed to happen for radfem13 to go ahead as well. For people not to think this doesn’t affect me because I am not trans* or black or gay or a socialist or a Jew, but instead to realise that every time a bigot gets a platform a piece of humanity is hurt. Calling out is actually a sign of love, love for all humanity, not just the rich and powerful part of it. If sometimes things go wrong that should always be remembered. If you choose to stay silent because you think unity matters more,, then you need to consider why a theory matters more than loving your fellow human beings. If I didn’t believe people could be better, I would not call them out. If I did not believe that when one of my sisters or brothers are hurt, I am hurt too, I would sit back and let the battle rage.

* I know Burke didn’t say it, still a wonderful quote

Here is My personal take on this:

First they came for the communists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist.

Then they came for the socialists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist.

Then they came for those on welfare,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't on welfare.

Then they came for the public sector workers,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a public sector worker.

Then they came for the pensioners,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a pensioner.

Then they came for the asylum seekers,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't an asylum seeker.

Then they came for the foreign passport holders,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a foreign passport holder.

Then they came for those not British born,
and I didn't speak out because I was British.

Then they came for me,
and there was no one left to speak for me.




22 Apr 2013

And the Top 7 Subs




POOR-ME SUB:

This "sub" always has something going wrong in their life. Of course, it is never their fault.. they are always being played upon and victimized by others. If only they found the *perfect* dom, their life would be problem-free and forever-blissful.

Favourite IM to send: "Will you be my dom? I am just a helpless little subbie."

Favourite IM to receive: "Just do what I say, slave!"


JUST-DO-ME SUB:

This "sub" just wants to be beaten. It doesn't really matter by who, or what..as long as he (I use "he" here because these are typically male) can feel the lash. Frequently misbehaving on purpose, this sub can drive a Dom *crazy*.

Favourite IM to send: "I have been naughty and need to be punished. Spank me now, Mistress!"

Favourite IM to receive: "You are a bad sub and need to be punished! Bend over!"


BARBIE-SUB:

This "sub" just likes the way she looks in leather fashions.  They are afraid of the whip, and have never seen a clamp in their life. Their favourite  store is "Dream Dresser", and their whole pay check is spent there each week.

Favourite IM to send: "Would you like to know what I am wearing, sir?"

Favourite IM to receive: "What are you wearing?"


HE-HURT-ME SUB:

This "sub", without any negotiations, talk of limits or safe words, rushes out to a country cabin to play with a dom they have met 2 days ago online. After letting the Dom tie them up and whip them, they decide the Dom is a menace to society, and can't wait to tell all their "sub" friends s/he is a "BAD dom".

Favourite IM to send: "Subbies, I need to pass on a warning to you!"

Favourite IM to receive: "My poor subbies, you have got to warn everyone about this creep!"


I-JUST-NEED-A-MAN SUB:

This "sub", after exhausting all their singles bar and health club meeting places, decides that the D/s world would be a good place to meet a *man*. she really has no interest in D/s, she just needs someone to spend the rest of their life with. They a close relative of POOR-ME SUB. Amazingly, when she "gets their dom", she suddenly looses interest in any type of sex.

Favourite IM to send: "Sir, will you take care of me forever?"

Favourite IM to receive: "I have always dreamed of having a large family."


NO-ONE-CAN-TOP-ME SUB:

This "sub" longs to submit, yet claims no Dom is strong enough to top them. Some say they are really just a TOP in disguise.

Favourite IM to send: "Think you are strong enough to put me in my place, jerk?"

Favourite IM to receive: "No, Mistress, I am really just a weak and helpless slave. ::falling to the floor and kissing your boots:


SUBMISSION IS THE GREATEST GIFT Submissive:

This submissive has stars in their eyes and naivety in their heart. They swoon at the mere thought of a dom, any dom, asking them to pass the salt. S/he writes their dom's name in the corner of their notebook with little hearts and flowers around it. S/he declares that there is no better way to love than through submission, and that d/s is a "better" and "higher" manner of loving than anything a silly old vanilla person might do. S/he lives on an emotional roller-coaster, sentimental enough to cry when seeing a long-distance phone company commercial.

Favourite IM to send: "You are all of life to me, there is nothing about life worthwhile without you."

Favourite IM to receive: "I am everything you'll ever want or need, and I'll protect you from everything."

Practice makes perfect

Resulting form the lack of effectiveness in work while wearing shackles, I did promise Mistress to practice more at home when I have time an...