Garage Sale

I woke up this morning after not getting any real sleep for several days. I over slept and woke up with a slight headache and call out from work, something I would never do on a Saturday, since on the plantation we have to make up for Saturdays.

While drinking my morning coffee and cigarette. I made a decision to clean the homestead, from soup to nuts. Afterwards I made myself a big ass breakfast.

Cheese omelet, potatoes pancakes and apple sauce and one more cup of coffee yum.

I then decided that I would I would catalogue my library; yeah I’m a little geek that way. And yeah it would be great to have a boy do this for me, but such is life. So remembering a link I had I got started. You can find it on the blogroll. It’s a work in progress, I’ll be adding to it as time permits. I remembered a young lady at TES saying she didn’t have extra money to buy certain kinds of books, being that she was paying for collage. She didn’t say her name (maybe she did but I didn’t catch it) or leave any way to get in contact with her. This in part too is what gave me the idea, I can’t just get rid of books. I’m sure the Sally would like some of my books, but I’m not sure of the interested in my BD/SM books, J not that I have a great library of BD/SM books. I’m going to think of a way to get the word out and hopefully some of my books will be of some enjoyment to someone.   

This also got me to thinking about my boots, while I do have a little over 50 pairs of boots, some that have never been worn. Even a few that I forgot I had. I have mentioned before that I am a boot slut ah junkie, ah lover. I had wanted to invite a few friends over for food and drink and hoodwink one of them into taking some pictures for me. I say hoodwinked since they are not kinky for lack of a better description. Now I’m more determined. Since Spring is here and hopefully the weather will get a little warmer I could put something together. I could have had my homey come over, since he’s always been there for me but he’s in the process of looking for a place then moving. Putting up with him talking shit would be a small price to pay to get some pictures taken. He’s not a boot lover so he is lousy at taking pictures of boots, so getting a good shot is difficult at best. I’m thinking of selling some of them, but I’ve thought of this before and it’s so difficult to make a decision about which ones should go so I keep them. Help.

Until next time Perverts  

Hide & Seek

A friend of mine asked “since it’s so damn hard to find a submissive man, who’s into what you are is it worth the time and trouble?: 

This got me to thinking if it was. At one time I was very active in BDSM. I was and I guess to a degree still a member of TES, I did a few demos there and was involved with the Dominant Women’s submissive men’s group. I would receive emails from gentlemen who said they wanted to serve, who said they were submissive, but couldn’t make it past a few emails. They would go on and on about wanting to submit to a strong woman, but what they really wanted was something for a while, not for real.

I would always suggest they see a pro-domme. Pro dommes serve a purpose I believe to fulfill theses men’s desire without wasting the time of women who are living the life. (Not to say that some Pros don’t, I know plenty that do). This in the long run would benefit a lot of people. But with most things I believe it comes down to money, they maybe to cheap and or deluded to go this route. It’s a lot of work being in a D/s relationship. It takes a willingness some believe they have, but don’t. It’s all good via email or IM but when it comes down to showing what they’re made of, they are too lazy to really work at surrendering themselves. I sometime think most men don’t have a clue about weather they are a submissive, fetishist, bottom or any number of other labels. For these men in all honesty it comes down to them being served instead of the Domme being served. It also comes down to what the lady is into. Or what you’re into. Me, I love wearing latex, boots and because I’m a hands on kinda gal. I love all kinds of impact play, as well as bondage to name a few. 

So is it worth all the trouble?  Well yeah, the look in boy’s eyes when he’s tied down and being threaten with bodily harm. The little sounds he makes while being single tailed. The deepness/throatiness of his voice afterwards when saying please, yes, or thank you. Then having your way with him until you’re exhausted in oh such a good way?   

Yeah it’s worth it, but in the mean time..

Fuck

It’s good being a pervert