I thought about making the title of this post:
I need to update my “about page” – can you get your collared slut boy to do that sort of shit? And more questions about domming for Mistresses new to the other end of the cane.
But then I realised it was too long and much funnier in the body of the post so ta-fucking-dah!
Is anyone else noticing the sassy tone to my writing recently or is that just me?
I think it’s a by-product of having someone enthusiastically lick your boots and call you at work five time in three minutes because they were told to find the hand-cuffs and they couldn’t. I could almost hear him peeing himself as he broke the news. I imagine he was thinking about what I’d do to him after his failure to find said hand-cuffs.
But seriously, am I that scary?
Little ol’ me??
I think he has been uberly worried ever since I watched several hours of Divine Bitches porn on the weekend. I found it very useful for ideas, but I do have to question the vigorous use of the strap-on. It does seem like a lot of work and I feel like I might chip a nail doing it….
So I’ve still got masses of stuff rolling around my head at the moment. I’m sure it would be fodder enough for posts for the forseeable future, but again I’m torn between how much to say here. I feel there is a certain image to uphold in being the quiet, silent domly type. I’m not sure I want him to see into my head too much when I’m the one in control because that illusion of control hinges on me seeming like I have all the answers and a clear direction. I think it annoys him more than anything at the moment that I don’t *know* if this is something I want to do in the long-term. As I’ve already said to him, I need more time to process everything and cope with the change in mind-set. Although I wasn’t very far into slave mind-set territory before all this started, it’s still been a big leap of faith for me.
But I have to say it is really, really eye-opening to be on the other side of the fence. Seriously people, if you haven’t made the jump already, do it! Actually, I think doing the jump earlier would have made me a better slave – although it sounds really weird to say that. All that angst and questioning, pondering and moaning would have been cleared up with a couple of days in bitch boots. Perspective truly is a fabulous thing.
I do know that I need to make some new purchases for the toy box or toy rack as it is now known. I got all anal on the weekend and hung everything up on clips around his bed so I would have everything within easy reach. I also felt it was educationally sound so his instruments of torture would be the last things he saw at night and the first things he saw every morning.