It’s a horrible wet miserable Tuesday and I’m stuck in the house. The kitchen now I come to think of it, is a place where lots of fun items can be found for the imaginative domme. Imagine what I can do with a wooden spoon on my slave’s rear end or the pain that could be inflicted with a cruel use of my cheese grater. Ouch!. I think I might plan some kitchen domination…..
I have always had a domme tendency..I think it goes back to my teenage days when there was nothing more I enjoyed than humiliating boys. I was bloody good at it too. I liked lashing out with my tongue (I know how to be a real bitch) and my fists too. It took a little while to realise that though fists were good, you can’t beat (that’s the right word) a good bit of leather – a whip or a belt. As I write this I am choosing what belt to wear to go with my tight jeans and knee-length black boots. I like looking the part of a domme even when out shopping. If i get poor service in a shop or cafe, then I like to fantasise about how I would use the belt to beat some good manners into the poor guy. I have been know to lure a salesman out of the shop and into my car and clutches. But more on that later. Must go now my studded belt is on. Imagine that against someone’s arse…..
I have decided to write a regular diary containing my life as a domme, my dreams, wicked fantasies and plans. My aim is to give you the privilege of getting inside the mind of an active, lifestyle dominatrix, a lifestyle sadist and whip mistress. I hope you find my blogs illuminating and perhaps even entertaining. I hope you don’t find them shocking …of course they are not for the eyes of the under 18s or anyone easily offended by my world of pain and submission: of leather and instruments of torment.