Some whipping, Some sweating,Some coffee

I couldn’t believe he paid attention to our previous conversations, but he did.

I told him to let me know how he was doing in a few days, since after an intense workout some need to process the experience. The way he was looking at me afterwards gave me pause, like he might be a little smitten. I thought I would get phone calls or emails about how he was doing and all the shit that comes with it But nope, just one email a couple of days later about what he thought and felt about our time together.

 

Although it was a bit lengthy I could appreciate how well thought out it was and I could tell he gave what he was feeling some real thought.

The good, having the opportunity to spend time with me. The bad(but in a good way), dealing with being whipped for real and not what he had in the past. And the unexpected, feeling an overwhelming desire to take more. And feeling cared for afterwards.

He ended by writing: “I hope I did well, and will you want to see me again?”

 

Well hell yeah I want to see him again.

 

I wrote that he was very affectionate which was unexpected, since most tend to focus on themselves. What was nice was that he just started doing things. He got me water since I mentioned I should drink plenty of it but don’t. He shared the cover I put over him, coming down one tends to get a little chilly.

Shit I thought I was dreaming and any moment it was going to turn into a nightmare. But it didn’t and the next morning he was looking at me. Asking what can he get and do for me?

“You know how to make coffee?”

“Yeah.”

 

Sweet

The whip has spoken

I tied his hands onto the eye hooks in my living room and the look he has when he said he was scared. His voice was small like a whisper and he glanced up at me from his lowered head.

 

I’ll stop and we can talk? I told him.

 

“No” he replied.

 

I could tell he was nervous, who wouldn’t be? He had come all the way to the Bronx to be taken someplace he thought he wanted to go. He did in his mind. I stopped and hugged him. His heart slowed from racing to a more humanly pace.

There will be plenty of time to get it going again.

 

I could feel the buzz creeping up my back to my head. And I knew I had to focus to slow the action down. I felt the moister forming in between my legs. We could both smell it. And I smiled when he licked his lips.

 

“I can smell you” he said.

 

I ran my tongue down his now up lifted arms and I could smell him, that musky man. Yum.

 

I begin by showed him the single tail, But I start with the deerskin flogger. It’s soft and in between flogging him I moved in and lick his nipples which were hard. He moans and I stepped it up a bit by nibbling on his nibbles on the next round of flogging.

 

I reached for the single tail. And rubbed the butt end on his nipples’ I then wrapped the body of it around his cock while kissing him. Again there was a moan deep from him, or was it me?

 

I started slow letting him get the feel of it, after a few strokes I started the build up. His breathing became labored, and when I slowed down he looked at me his eyes a bit glazy.

 

I started again pushing aside the fog building in my head. Focus I reminded myself, it was hard not to ride the wave he was pulling me on. The sound of the whip was calling and he arched his body to me pulling on the rope around his wrist.

 

“More?” I asked.

 

“Yes” was all he said in that same small voice.

 

His desire was showing and I had no problem complying to his yes.

Trans my ass

Last Wednesday at the dominant women’s submissive men’s group, Ms Mata did a mummification demo. At the break a gentleman approached me who remembered me from two years ago. Most times I can’t remember last week. So this was a nice surprise. He said he remembered something I said. And me, being silly asked if it was deep and profound? He said it was. My deep statement was that I like guys who will let me tie them up beat them and fuck them. This was right up his ally. Although it doesn’t happen quite like that, there’s always the promise of it.

 

I gave him my number and email address and forget about it. My experience has proven wanting and getting your wish is two different things.

 

To my surprise he writes me. I reply back and since I’m not a mistress I sign my closing with Sir. I was shocked to read he felt he would have to pass on me. His reason being “its obvious I’m trans sexual and that’s not something he is into”. Queue the shock and awe music.

 

I had know idea this was going to be his response and how could I? I had to admit I was pissed and told him so. In a very polite email I replied that I didn’t know what kind of women he met, but that I was born with a cunt, it was not store bought. Yep, its true mine still has the tag on it.  You know the one that states cutting off this tag is a federal crime?

 

I went on to explain that I had nothing against people and labels I’m labeled all the time, there are some that are obvious. I’m a woman, I’m black, I’m tall. But before one stamps me with a label they should at the very least get to know me. I have nothing against trans people but…

 

I’m not that.

 

If that wasn’t bad enough, he went on to say that it was to bad because I am so cute. What the fuck?

 

What really pissed me off was that if he just asked me about it I would have told him. There would be no harm no fowl.

 

We will see if he has the balls he was born with to write back.

A Few Thoughts

I find as in the past that I come across  very few people I’d want to or can call friend. And even fewer people who choose to really live this life, but when I do I expect this much. Since I expect it in myself.  

I am Honest.

I keep my word or damn near die trying to.

I am Responsible.

I am always willing to help those who are willing to help them selves.

I will teach those who really want to learn and I respect my teachers.

I try to avoid debates with those who have closed minds since that is a waste of energy.

I respect others relationships. I will not reveal the personal information of others.

I realize I may fall short of these at times.

I am against bigotry, domestic abuse, child abuse, rape and government interference in our private lives.

I am for individual freedom, personal responsibility, and public service.

I will not bring into my inner circle those who do not strive to live by the above.

Crack open a book

I wrote in a previous post about some books that would be a great addition to anyone’s personal library about the leather lifestyle. One of the first books I read was the leatherman’s handbook by Larry Townsend.

So here’s a booklist in case anyone is interested. I read all with the exception of the leather daay and femme book. I’ll get around to it. Do give any of these books a read and enjoy.

LeatherFolk: Radical Sex, People, Politics and Practice Mark Thompson

The Leather Daddy and The Femme” by Carol Queen

Urban Aboriginals” by Geoff Mains

Slavecraft, by a grateful slave  Guy Baldwin.

Handbook of Protocols for the Leather Slave Dr. Bob Rubel’s

Chainmale 3SM by Don Bastian

The Hood

Lately I’ve been wondering what’s up with some suggesting to everyone how they should use language. I’m not saying that we should use language in a hurtful way, although that is open to interpretation. But if it is true I am my brother’s keeper, then too are they not my keeper as well? When I read something say on a message board I take it at face value. I’m not talking about things that are written like:

 

“Master and I were walking down the street and as we approached the corner I reached out to stop him from steeping off the curb because a car was coming.”

But if someone writes:

“Do masters have the right to expect total submission from their slaves?”

 

Really does it have to be spelled out to folks that by master the person may be talking about something from their perspective? Or it may just mean the person who is standing and not kneeling.  Do we really care if the master being talked about is a woman?

 

I’m working with some people to start a group based on the leather part of the life. There’s a lot written about leather on the web as well as on some data bases that can be accessed for free through some libraries. Not to mention a plethora of books on leather, this would be a benefit to anyone’s personal library. That being said starting a group on the principals of leather and its history would mean that we would follow a code of brotherhood. Anyone can pledge for the group who has an interest in leather, learning about it and living by the code of brotherhood. I made the last suggestion, but was met with opposition about the word brotherhood. Because it doesn’t sound inclusive, I thought using the word anyone didn’t imply but said what I though included everyone.

 

So here’s my problem. If a homo sapien (which is to say people) can accept being a part of mankind later referred to as human kind, how could they not know that being apart of a brotherhood would also includes all people? Especially when in the same sentence the word Anyone appears? (This also begs the question should we petition the world to refer to everyone on the planet as person kind since both mankind and humankind have the word man in it? But we all know it means the homosapien kind) I understand that there are still some places and organizations that carter just to men hence brotherhood, but if we are going to follow in the steps of leather which was started by men sexual orientation aside, were some women were accepted and considered brothers. How could we not use that word? Any one who has done some research can understand wanting to use the term/phrase brotherhood. And if this is the case that I or anyone else should suggested that people use language that has to include everyyyyyyyyyyone means that as a woman when someone is trying to get me to join their organization they should make me feel welcome by including the fact that I’m not only a woman but an African American woman, who has Irish blood flowing in her veins, who’s great-great grand parents where a few who and I can trace this has ties to the indigenous people of this place called American, who also has ties to the freed slaves in the Carolinians and people who are referred to as Geechi, and over 40 years of age. That way I would feel like I’m getting a big hug! Can you hear the sarcasm? But those out there can rest assure that if I do decide to join something  that I’ll know what it’s about before I out right make a judgment about a word that was used in the title.

 

To that end, the leather man handbook by Larry Townsend is a great read. It’s written by a gay man for gay men. I learned a lot of things I didn’t know and some things I did.

If you don’t have a problem with learning something new from the pages of a book give it a read. If you think it’s going to make you gay? Well..

Mentor

Mentorship is very important to me. I’ve been mentored by some wonderful people. My first mentors were the women in my family; which is how I became/moved to become a woman.
I’m on the A train on my way to the Artbar to met up with some friends. While there I overheard a young woman. She was asking the young man she was with a question and asking “are you listening to me?” she was saying this so loud, almost screaming that I was a bit embarrassed for her. He was looking around the bar and maybe to her this meant he wasn’t listening. I so wanted to tell her, that a lady should never have to raise her voice to her boy. Her tone or a simple look is a few things a lady has to get and keep her boy’s attention. And if that doesn’t work, a suitable punishment like banishment for a couple of hours usually does the trick.

My name is Prince

Although I talk about a certain aspect of my life and it’s an important part, there is more to me then just ranting on about D/s or leather. I also like and play video games, yup I’ve played my fare share of pong. I have a psp, ps2 and a wii.

I came across this. Jake brokeback mountain Gyllenhaal will be playing Prince Dastan. who the hell is that you ask? Why he’s the Prince of Persia, and the main character in the video game Prince of Persia the sands of time.  The movie comes out in 2010, so there’s a bit of a wait, one I’m sure will be worth it. But for now for those who like to jerk off you’ll have to use this until Mr. Gyllenhaal is up on the screen. Read more about the movie here Prince of Persia I haven’t played prince of persia, but I’ve watched someone play and it looks really cool. I might have to check it out. Being a little geeky, okay alot geeky. Hope this will be better then that piece of sugar honey ice tea wolverine.

The Glow Inside

I’m tinggling all over. the Glow Inside listed my little blog as one of tweenty five blog by dominant woman. How cool is that? He states that he wanted to try to list tweenty five blogs he could think of  in a half hour. He also stated that he hasn’t read them all. I don’t know if being listed at number four is because he thought of the hip fourth or I might be having an Ophra moment?  Number four ahh I feel the glow inside.

Maybe

At work I am three out of a staff of 21 who are over 40 years old. It wasn’t always like that but due to restructuring and the like it now is. One of my favorite sayings at the job to some staff members is:

“I know your world began when you were born, but understand a lot of things were here before you got here”. Meaning they are not the only ones living in the world. Or the world doesn’t revolve around them.

Another one is “I wasn’t born this big.” This is usually the reply when I say something that they are shocked to hear from me. I wasn’t born this big is a statement of fact one and is a way of saying I’ve lived longer and have experience they yet to have.

I too have suffered at times when I was younger believing I was the only one who might have thought a certain way. But with time and meeting people I’ve found as my mother would say “you’re not the only one who thinks that.” And she was right. She too wasn’t born that big.

So it really should not have come as a surprise reading a blog that I came across where the young lady with some help wrote up a list of 8 things a dominant woman wanted. The list is a good one and although I’ve as well as others even before the internet have had conversations such as this over the years; I understand it’s new to her. And that’s cool.

But what made me jerk my knee wasn’t the list, but some of what was written in the disclaimer, she wrote “The list probably applies mostly in America, and possibly only on the coasts, and maybe even only to educated, geeky, 20-something, queer-identified dominant women. This is why we welcome reader feedback and peer review!”

Since the word “maybe” is in the above sentence my knee jerk didn’t knock my laptop off its stand. This got me thinking about my own journey, with life. When I was growing up if you were luck, someone older then you would take you under their wing. This was a great opportunity to learn may things and depending on the person and their circle of friends could be one hell of an education. I consider myself one of the lucky ones who had this kind of education.

So, maybe the person doesn’t socialize with people over 20 something? Or maybe they do? Maybe they have no interest in hearing the opinion of people who aren’t 20 something. (I’m assuming here because they asked for peer review. And since I’m not their peer and don’t see an email address to give my thoughts to the discussion, I’d have to reply to the post directly). But, and this is something I’ve heard far too many times with people two generations below me. They don’t have a need to be taken under anyone’s wing. Except with people like themselves, this is like the blind leading the blind.

I can’t help but remember what a young man who said :”I don’t need to be taught by someone I will just learn.” I don’t know how he would learn and not want to be taught but…

Here’s something to ponder “No one was born knowing what they know now. We all had to be taught either through trial and error, or by someone. Being taught by some one does a lot better then have to call 911 because of an error.”

But what do I know I might be wrong? And I’m cool with that… maybe