How To Make The Most Of Your Prodomme Past

Two life lessons from today's paper. The first one I wrote about before many times. Freaks sell. The second one is that most "stars" are made not born. Take the example of Julia Fox.

He misses her. Ex-wife Kim Kardashian on her way to the 2021 Met gala.

The Guardian asks itself a question. No, not how to write proper click bait, they're good at that. "From dominatrix to debutante: who is Kanye West’s new girlfriend Julia Fox?" Other than mentioning Fox used to be a teenage dominatrix, nothing on the domme stuff, so I delved into it. The most reliable source, obviously, is the Hollywood Reporter, an entertainment industry trade magazine slash gossip glossy. Just like The Guardian, The Hollywood Reporter knows a thing or two about click bait headlines.

"Uncut Gems’ Breakout Julia Fox Worked as a High School Dominatrix"

Aliens in Chastity

"Showing results for carrots."
"Search instead for  Daleks?"

After meeting Douchebag Dave earlier this week I'm in search of an antidote. You need it too. Let's have some fun.

'Is that a Tardis in your drink or are you just happy to see me mistress?'

Fun? BDSM is. Not because it hurts, which it does and is no fun at all, it's just that it is. The essence of good kink is to take your pleasure seriously, yourself not so much. Not everybody gets that, especially not those who have a hard time living up to the dream. For some reason they take it so seriously it backfires. Others - remember dumb dom Dave? - couldn't care less about BDSM, they're misogynists, haters hiding amongst us.

Misogynist Poses as "Dom"

"In evil news today..." 

Let's just say I don't like Dave. 

This is Dave.
Dave has a house.
Dave hates women.
Dave has three houses.
Dave hates women.
Dave has lost his mind.
Dave has a car.
Dave has a long way to go.
Don't be like Dave.

Praise the Internet

Save some hiccups, technological progress mostly has ups.

Oldest surviving image of mistress and slave, ca 11.000 BCE, predating the Flintstones by 1111 years (plus or minus 34 years). Not sure about her choice of toys. Troglodyte goofball looks happy though.

More often than not I've cursed the internet when it comes to femdom. Yes, I was happy to discover there were others like me. That was before the rise of the online findommes. [1] And if that isn't bad enough, how about the regular articles in women's magazines on how to feel powerful if you're down and out? Be a domme for a day and make all your problems wash away. Not. Attention for BDSM has not only lead to Fifty Shades but also increased attention on television. Sadly, all we're good for is being portrayed as freaks - #never normal - loosers or those cast away by mother nature herself. I beg to differ but rather spend my energy on something else.

Sunday Morning Gone Sour

L'amour toujours sometimes hurts 

Just like humblers suck! Only have myself to blame. Love it. I guess. Just not today.

Mistress An Li turning his world upside down.

Continued from Saturday's post. I'm sorry to inform you but there's no petite mort aujourd'hui in Dutch near future this Sunday morning. [Dutch?, that's me and yes things look pretty bleak from my humble point of view.]

Did I mention dreams don't always come true? Blame cruel toys. It's been a long voyage from being a guy in love to one desperate for intimacy. Took me under five seconds. [12] Imagine! Who cares, she wants it just as much as I - and probably more. Sorry to say but the whole man loves woman thing is kind of difficult to initiate right now. Rousing restrictions and so on. Agreed, imagination comes in handy turning dreamy desires into real world results bold enough to awake giants. Not gonna happen? Be quiet and think about it for a moment. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now you are free to surrender.

(I Just) Died in Your Arms

Gimp dreaming of turning the tables on his Love and goddess. For Love and for good.

A while back I wrote about time travel: waking up next to an empty pillow. A series of lovely images of Isabella Sinclaire and her gimp girl is what triggered it. But what if gimpy wakes up only to discover it's mistress, not Sweetie smiling at them? Oops?

Safe and secure. Zero leather. Fully protected.

Linking romance with love and sex is easy. It's harder when it comes to femdom. Obedience does not equal love. Love is about balance. It's a two-way street, think Yin and Yang. Continuous, fluent and never-ending. Light shades laying side by side with dark ones in perfect harmony. Two elements that are both complementary and unique but above all cannot be separated.

Shadows need light to be seen. Yet without shadow light has no meaning. The elegance of yin and yang shows us how the sum is larger than its consecutive parts.

Cruel Outsourcing

Not what I bargained for

Strange eyes, same suffering, harsher humiliation.

The privilege of suffering in private. Used to be the two of us, right? So not born this way. Then the internet came along. Now mistress is full of wild ideas [she probably doesn't even like. Viva la algorithm.]

Room with a view (but not for him.)

Gone are the days of surrendering in secrecy. It's no longer enough to be her slave. Modern dommes reach out. Why? Isn't just the two of us not good enough anymore?