11 Signs Your Girlfriend is a Dominatrix

Yesterday I wrote about Britain’s Culture Secretary who upon discovering – after many months – that the woman he dated, worked as a dominatrix, ditched her instantly. Or so he says. You have to be pretty daft not to know what your girlfriend does for a living. Hard to believe, but politics is all about plausible deniability. Here are 11 clues you can choose to plausible deny. We thank John Whittingdale for sharing these insights with us. He even graciously commented upon them.

1.   "The first time I stayed at her place, I wondered what those things in the dishwasher were. Never seen them before. I’ve given the matter considerable thought and decided it had to be an art project of some sort. This image is also what motivated me to become Culture Secretary. It just felt right. And no I did not ask her about it. Yes hindsight is always 20/20."

The Clueless Politician and the Dominatrix

"What are you willing to give me if I deliver him over to you?" So they counted out for him thirty pieces of silver. 
- Matthew 26:15

Guess that is how much a cabinet post goes for these days. Last night I watched a segment on Newsnight – the BBC’s current affairs program - about John Wittingdale, Britain’s Culture Secretary. He admitted he had been in a relationship with a sex worker - more specifically a dominatrix.

“He did not know about the woman's occupation when they were together” Now really? Of course “he ended the relationship as soon as he was made aware of her job.”

How could I know "that woman" [is way too cool for me?]
She didn't like Fifty Shades. How could I tell?

Yapoo's Slave Taxi - One Way Only

Imagine a minivan cruising the streets to pick up slaves. Of course mistress sits in the front and the slave is chained in the back. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Make yourself comfortable boi. The real fun is only later
(Screenshot: Yapoo market venus semi documentary YMVD 006)

What I love about kink is that it is weird, wicked and daft. It doesn’t make any sense at all, yet it also is a neverending source of happiness and joy. The contradiction between the first two sentences shows just how much I enjoy the contrasts that come with femdom.

Don't Diss Dommes Who Dress Up

Who needs a dress when you can walk with fire? It’s not about looks, but what her eyes tell you. Don’t fret about the uniform.

The only leather is the belt she is holding.
Judging from the look in her eyes that is more leather than I can handle.

Life is 99 percent opinion and 1 percent fact. Femdom is 100 percent preference. One of the most hotly debated topics in kink is the domme dress. Leather or lace, how about your everyday wear? Real dommes do.... bla bla bla whatever.

Domme School and the Art of Humiliation

A few days ago I wrote about a woman, unlucky in love, who attended a class on “dominatrix training” Dominance and sadism both contain physical and mental elements. Part of the latter is a penchant most mistresses have for humiliation. As usual, I don't

Guidance is priceless, especially if you don't want to be there (Image Yapoo's Market 58, YMD-58)

Consciously or otherwise we all have a list of rules when it comes to kink. For me, one of them is not to impose my preferences upon others who do not appreciate what the dark side has to offer. That means public play is out of the question. Why shock people with what they cannot possibly understand? Ask for other people’s acceptance also means accepting their preferences. Another big no concerns privacy. I’m curious about a lot of things but I do not want kinky fun to spill over – negatively – into the rest of my life. Both rules are part of why I shy away from humiliation. I honestly do not know what I feel about the whole thing anyway. Sweet and sour at the same time – as in the majority of my kink – most likely.

New Chastity Device Is Bigger On The Inside

To be honest, I usually do not blog on April 01. No-one takes you seriously. This time however, I feel compelled to write about something rather strange. I heard it through the grapevine, there is some alien - for lack of a better word - invention that makes men crave chastity. It goes on sale today at 2:47 local time. But be afraid. Be very afraid.

Why Does Being Whipped Hurt?

It is self-evident that being whipped hurts. But why? Pain is the body's way of saying something's bad for you and it wants you to end it.

Guess what? The Gringe is back. Of course he is isn’t after me, too benign. Evil only harms the ones you love. All options – including doing nothing – make it worse. On several occasions I woke up in the middle of the night, dreaming how I beat that asshole into a bloody pulp with a baseball bat. 

For some absurd reason – distraction perhaps – it made me wonder why whips hurt. Simple question, ain’t it? Well, it is not. Search for it and you find a long list mainly about why whips crack. Apparentely people are intrigued by the sound of it. Whether or not a whip hurts more than a plank is a different question altogether. I’ll save the nature of pain for another time. Let’s first try to find out why a whip hurts.

Femdom Is Not a Self Help Book

Too often femdom is portrayed as a second rate choice for women who can’t get a boyfriend, rather than acknowleding kink is part of your sexual identity. Swap BDSM for gay and nobody would dream to come up with such an idea. When it comes to kink, somehow it is fine.

In one of today’s newsletters I found a link to a story about an ugly duck who takes a dominatrix class as the cure to a unhappy vanilla love life. As if. It is your usual harrowing tale, that is before you take into account the editoral freedom the author – a freelance writer and comedian – allows herself.

Future of Femdom Part I Fix4Sale

With Fifty Shades in one hand and Clips4Sale in the other, femdom is experiencing a pivotal moment. Make or break, I believe. Those of us with kink in our DNA, we face obliteration by means of commercialisation. Any fix, for a price.

A while ago I watched a series of interviews with dominatrixes. Rather than asking interesting or  - heaven forbid - tough questions, the interviewer was so overwhelmed in the presence of Her Graciousness, he couldn’t stop sucking up. Such a shame. There is so much more to ask. When you sit down with a domme, who allows you to pick her brain, make the best of it. Whatever they have to say, I am sure, is guaranteed to fill more than a couple of Fifty Shades volumes. So I turned it around. What questions would I like to ask?

Set An Example. No More Viagra. Tit For Tat.

A US Congress woman introduces a bill that makes it hard for men to obtain a prescription for Viagra. Simply to prove how difficult it is for women to get an abortion. Don't fight evil with evil.

There is more to happiness than meets the eye.

Even a smartass like me sometimes gets it wrong. I always believed Viagra was invented to make slaves suffer more. You know, just say the magic words: “open wide boi”  After which mistress pops you a pill and throws in a free chastity device. Funny thing then it is not the cage that grows on the slave. It is the blue miracle which takes away most of his autonomy. You know, that unruly and mostly indepedant part of every slave.

Why I Never Collected My Nobel Prize

Today a bit of fun fiction. Made a lot of progress on several important projects. Spring is just around the corner. Planning a seriously cool trip. Life is good. But why mind took me there? Soit. And let’s be honest: February 29 ought to be a holiday for everyone.

I'm tough as nails. That is until...

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Nope. Just like you can max out your credit cards, you can max out your heart. There is a limit to everything. Mistress knows I kind of like her a lot. Finding out that over time those feelings have increased is an insult. Don’t worry, I am very discreet and unobtrusive, but I simply cannot hide my happiness when I see her.