Two of my favorite things

My birthday was a blast. My day at work was uneventful. And by the time I went to lunch I had 5 voice messages and a few text. I don’t make a big deal of itBut it was nice to hear some remembered. And just when I thought I couldn’t be surprised by a man, into my job worked someone bearing gifts one of which was this Puma bag. As if I needed another one? Well agal can never have enough bags. It’s big enough to hold all kinds of things.  Betcha can’t guess what’s in it in the picture above?

One of my favorite things.

4:30

I think this is funny. Some people talk about how things sparked thier interest in BDSM when they were growing up. This reminded me of somethings I saw while growing up. And it is funny, atleast to me. It’s worth the wait. 

Submissive men’s panel

I finally got a computer. The old one past to the great beyond of sorts, it had a great run 6 years is not bad.

I went to the dominant’s women submissive men’s group. There was a panel discussion by submissive men. It was wonderful, submissive men get a bad rap from the outside world and from each other. It was great hearing some of the suggestions that were mentioned by the gentlemen on the panel. I wish there was a booklet that was handed out at TES meetings to give helpful suggestions to new men coming into the scene? I might suggest this to Lady Sabrina, knowing that if I do I may be charged to get the guys together to write something up. Some of the suggestions were as followed:

Make yourself useful ask if there’s something that needs done at meeting

Make conversation other then what it is you like and or would like done to you

Offer your service without expecting something in return

See a need and volunteer to fill provide help

Don’t appear to be needy (although you are)   

And I saved the best and the first thing mentioned for last. Bath, look like and act like you have some home training. All of the gentlemen talked about the importance of realizing the same things that work when socializing outside in the world, applies in the “scene” no matter if your meeting a women inside the dungeon on inside the dungeon.

This hit home with all of the women there was plenty of smiles and shaking of heads, and although there were not many men in the audience hopefully it was helpful to those that were there?

Only time will tell.

One of the wonderful things and a pleasant surprise was that Mistress Nona was in attendance. I haven’t seen her in almost 5 years. i have a love of canes and brought several from her. I heard through the BDSM grapevine that her cane maker was retiring and cried like a baby. Although I was glad that I had one of his incredible canes, I was still sadden that I may never have another and stop using the one I own. Well, if you know Mistress Nona you know she can sell a ketchup popsicle to a man wearing white gloves. And her cane maker is coming out of retirement to make some canes. I’m so in there. The Sadist Goddess saw my tears and heard my crying. It’s going to be a great spring, pun intended :)

December 4th

Friday December 4^th the boy will be here in New York and it will be good to see him. We haven’t seen each other since he left the first week in November. We spent the whole moth of October together and it taught me a few things about my self.

1. I’m still controlling (in a good way) and

2. I don’t smoke as much as I thought.

But seriously I missed the kind of friendships I had back when Jesus walked the earth.

And although I do have some close friends, friendship to me is something I take serious. How serious, well if I can call you at 4am to help me move a body no questions asked I consider you a friend.

For the month of October the boy had an opportunity to produce a reading of his screenplay. I had the bright idea to have him stay with me here in New York, since he would have to conduct auditions and the like and commuting back and forth from Philly to New York would be costly.

The first week in I knew I was going to have to give him the smack down. When I called one day to see how he was doing he told me he went to the store to by breakfast.

Being a good top I didn’t reach through the phone and smack him, I asked if he was outside already? He wasn’t, that’s when I reached through the phone and smacked him. “I went food shopping, cook yourself something. I know your chain smoking and drinking soda.” And most likely he was.

The month progressed better after that, I made sure he at least had a descent breakfast when I was home and he made sure I drank water and had cigarettes.  I kept him focused on doing what he needed to do giving him his time to search for a daddy.

And he gave me room to do my spiritual work.

We talked a lot about art and books and movies. We sat around on Sundays and watched lifetime movies and single in the city which both of us are.

He stayed up one evening to watch some guys look for spirits in an asylum on TLC for seven hours, then was afraid to go to sleep or something like that. When I got up to smoke around 11 he was still watching and I almost got roped in. Okay I did get roped in but not for long.

As all hallow’s eve approached we clashed a bit. Since for me the days before and after is the Sabbath for witches, (at least this one) but for gay men in New York it’s all about cursing and the parade. And the boy went on and on like the hot buttered popcorn about what he should wear to the bar. I on the other hand was spending the evening at the cemetery.  

Holloween came and went and November 1^st was the boy’s birthday, and soon after was the reading which went well considering.

And then the boy was off. In the days that followed I had to admit I missed him. I got some crazy idea in my head that we should compete in a Sir/ boy contest. It shouldn’t matter that he’s a gay leather boy that likes to sing show tunes and I’m a levi wearing timberland stomping sadist who raps along with Jay Z.

So tomorrow December 4^th  two things are happening the boy comes to town and we’ll get to hangout a bit. And it’s JayZ’s birthday.

Kraft macoroni and cheese

I got a voice mail. It was the boy telling me he wanted to make me diner. The exact message was, I don’t have much, but what I have I want to share with you.

This Sir was gushing.

I called him back since the sneaky bastard called during workinig hours and knows I keep my phone in my locker. When he answered his phone I didn’t even say hello.

“Diner sounds good.” And I hung up

Later when I checked my phone there was a text with a smiley face.

Work dragged the rest of the day knowing I wanted out. 5pm came and I bolted for the door to the train. On the ride downtown I thought again about the boy. I couldn’t believe he was sticking around. Actually I could he, gave me my space and I gave him his. We took things real lose. With a few exception.

If he said he was going to call. He had to call even if he left a voice message. If he said he was going to do something, Do it or let me know he couldn’t. If something was on his mind he had to say it, I’m not a mind reader.

After I said these things to him he added “All of that goes both ways, right?”

And they do.

I got to the stop and there he was at the top of the stairs smoking and waiting.

“What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you, of course.”

Totally unexpected.

I think things like this happen because we don’t have preconceived expectation

of our “thing.” I’ve started calling it our “thing” because it’s not something that I’m use to being in. And since it seems to move, and I hate this term organic.  I’m out of my comfort zone. But it feels good, the way my marriage did. Not something that was planed but happened. Not that I want to be married.

After walking up two flights of stairs he opened the door. His place was small and I’m sure the rent was pricy I was relived there were no roommates, which is the case with a lot of these young ones. The living room was small the sofa was a love seat which was smart. It was on one side of the room while the t.v was on the other on a shelf up on the wall under it were rows and rows of movies. There were a few stools and a little table that housed his computer. The kitchen was open to the living room and through the other door was his bedroom and the bathroom. As I took a seat I watched him pour some wine and listened to him talk. I was so focused on his ass I didn’t hear when he asked me if I was looking at his ass? He turned and joke that he was the man and was suppose to have the one track mind.  

Not really, the world would have you believe that women don’t think about sex as much as men. I must have missed that memo since I think about sex all the time. Even now while typing this I’m thinking about sex, it’s called multitasking.

He brought me a plate of food which he said was a secret dish he got good a making and wanted my opinion. He made a big production about placing the plate in front of me.

“There my lady, diner is served.”

Macaroni and cheese with a salad.

It was marvelous.

4Square

I read about this application in the New York Times a couple of weeks agao. And like some things with me I couldn’t for the life of me get it out of my head once I told someone about it. Finally found it and I might just try it out. I’m not the twitter kind of person, although I do have a page. I just can’t or am not really all that interested in what the fuck folks are doing at evey single moment of thier lives. I mean hell I am controlling when in a d/s life, but even in that I don’t need to know every move a person makes. I can get behind this though. City life

Stimulate Your package

 

WE WANT YOU!
To help “stimulate” the economy!

Since GMSMA’s Leatherfest is on hiatus this year, the New York boys of Leather
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When: SATURDAY, NOV. 14
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Featuring:

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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.