I’m going to write about the caning and knife play demo, as well as the wonderful weekend with the pearls. But I’m still resting from all the goings on.
It has been a great birthday day weekend.
And I’m thinking of moving my litle space here: DarkEros
I am all over the place lately. I am working on doing a collage, I’ve tried this before. Trying to let the art come from me like a wave. It didn’t work for me. This time I got the idea first, purely by chance. Then it became a matter of putting it together, which got me thinking about changing how I present this idea, which will involve plexiglas or some sort of backing. I’m going to try to figure out how to make this happen?
Then there’s my crocheting projects, yes I’ve started to crochet. Well not really started, I’ve done this in the past, so it’s not new, but it’s also something I have to work into my day to day life.
And speaking of which, I told that I’m to be a part of some sexplorium or something or another at TES in January or as Lady Sabrina said to me a couple of day ago “do a canning thing next year do this for me?” trying to keep this blog and I want to start a new blog for cooking recipes, crocheting and my art. Oy. Then there is of course work, which I’m grateful for. I also want to paint my apartment.
And if that’s not on my plate I’m on a quest to find out why people keep referring to me as Sir. But that’s another post. Which I’m determined to figure out.
Until next time Peverts
I went to TES to see Lady M present on demystifying the single tail. Imagine my surprise on finding out that she would not be able to present. So there was a substitute teacher as it were, which wasn’t bad. Lolita graciously stepped in. The demo went well; hey it was a single tail demo. I had wished it was a bit more on hands, but maybe it was best that it wasn’t since I did have anyone to hit. But a gal can dream.
After a few of us went out to eat, got to love New York, went to tick tock and I have to say it’s not what it use to be. Service was lousy, I think the waiter thought he was funny, but he wasn’t and he got not one but two of our simple orders wrong. And when I say simple I mean simple, two eggs over hard, not easy and French fries, not sweet potato fries. And if that wasn’t bad enough when Lady Sabrina asked for sweet and low for her ice tea, he told her to stick her finger in. Like I said he thought he was funny. I wanted to slap the shit out of him, but Lady Sabrina said we were ladies and didn’t do that. I kept telling her I was a different kind of lady and that slapping him might get him in line and better service.
This got us talking about guys who give no thought to what they say.
Like when they walk up to a woman they don’t know a call her mistress.
When they say they have no limits.
When they say they’ll do anything.
When they say they are into service, but what they really mean is they want to eat some pussy.
When they are asked a question and say what ever make you happy.
Believe it or not this is my favorite line. It’s really the little things with me. I’m simple, so what makes me happy are the little things. So here’s a list of things that would make me happy:
Look at every episode of Xena warrior princes and report back to me what the lesbian hype was about.
Pay my rent for a year or two. And while you’re at it, do my food shopping, house cleaning and cook my meals. Take me shopping at DeMask, I love latex.
Before Hellfire closed my sister and I went to have a night of debauchery, which could always be found there. A guy walks up to us and asks mistress can I get you any thing? Right there was his first mistake, but we gave him a pass while still correcting him. I’m no ones mistress. When I ask why he’s here he says, he’s her to do whatever he can to make us happy. Well, me being me and my sister being her. I say “hey sis lets get the jumper cables out the car attach one end to the battery, the end to his balls and start the car?” Her eyes light up, yeah let’s do that. We start to get real excited about the idea. All of the blood left his face and he was totally white. Out of concern we asked if he was alright. “You still want to make us happy right?” I asked to which he replied, we were to hard core for him. He excused himself and my sister and I laughed so hard we almost peed on ourselves. The woman at the bar hearing our conversation, joked saying we were trouble. But she too was laughing.
What really makes me happy is a gentleman who has thought out/worked out what he’s looking for in his life.
Until next time Perverts
Laugh and the world laughs with you or at you. 
I have been working my ass off, so thank the Goddess I have plenty of it. I haven’t done much on the web. My “blog” quite, contributing to kinky sex links. I’ve only had time to post a response to DL King’s post. Email? Not answered, if folks who have my number call me I might have time for a quick chat. I knew there was a problem or something awry when I said to someone, “I’ve set aside time Sunday evening to return phone calls and answer emails.” I need more then a house boy I need a secretary.
One friend of mine left a message on my phone, threatening to come over to my place and kick my ass, if I didn’t call him back. I still haven’t returned his call. And I’m still waiting for that ass whipping. This evening I wanted to go to TES to meet the newly elected candidates and maybe get involved with some of the groups, since all positions are open. But my body was telling me to go home get some rest. If I had gone I might have become a chair person which would have added to my already full plate right now. I hate committing to something and not being able to follow through. Those damn work ethic.
It wouldn’t be too bad if I had a car, or at the very least someone to drive me around, but I don’t. So, my unlimited metro card and the MTA have been best friends. I’ll drag in make a turkey and cheese sandwich; hit the shower and the bed to sleep, perchance to dream. This in itself is difficult since I suffer form insomnia. Oh yeah, the life of a femdomme is wonderful.
I do think I have a health balance though. I committed to the ONYX PEARLS NE, I make it a point to support the dominant women’s submissive men’s group at TES. This month Lady M will be demystifying the single tail, which I think get a bad rap. I may bring mine, if I remember. And trampling will be happening at the end of the month as well. Got to go for that, nothing like stepping all over a guy, or gal. I’ve mentioned that I want to volunteer for New York Leather Weekend, got to send an email out about that. I’m a representative for my union local, and last but certainly not lest I have my spiritual commitments which keep me busy. I’m also looking for another job. Which as anyone whose looking knows is a full time job in itself. So I’m a bit tiered and impressed that I could find the energy to even write this.
Oh, and I almost forgot, I’m working on starting a blog about food and art.
But hey, Sunday’s coming and I’ve set some time aside.
The God’s must be crazy? Or my Aquarian is showing, maybe both?
Until next time Perverts-Keep an health balance
I received an email in which the mailer stated that I was part of the in crowd.
I never think of myself as being apart of any crowd especially the in crown and I told him so. He went on to explain that I was since I’m a part of TES and I wrote that I was going to LPN and Folsom East this weekend. I am in the process of putting together a caning demo for the dominant women’s submissive men’s group. If this means I’m part of the in crowd I’m fucked. I asked since he lives in NY if he wanted to hang out this weekend with me be apart of the in crowd, but got no reply. This seems to be a pattern with some guys. They wax on about not being about to find a femdom, about not being able to even find a friend in the scene. Yet when it comes down to really being a part of something, they either don’t have the guts to admit its all about the bed room kink or about some fantasy. For me it’s all about the power exchange in and out of the bedroom. It always has been and I’m clear about this, no shame, no bait and switch, what you see is what you get, no game playing.
And if indeed I’m part of the in crowd, how is it that, like most femdoms
seeking a sub/slave the pickings are soooo slim. The 100 men to 5 women
or what ever the ratio is seems not to take into account the quality of those
100 men. I see why most of the women I knew in the 90’s have taken to leaving
the scene all together; how they do it is beyond me.
But I’m really beginning to understand it.
I could be wrong.
Until next time Perverts
Mind fuck Tuesday was great and fun was had by all.
I have to admit that I do a lot of bitching, so in the spirit of being consistent here’s some more. I read somewhere about a young lady asking a question. Her question was this and I’m paraphrasing here. She’s been a slave in a relationship with my Dom for two years. They don’t go out to dungeons and they’re not part of the public scene. He says they don’t need other people, but when she suggest that it might be good for her to meet other slaves to better serve him he disagrees. And will give her books to read.
I have several problems with this, and the suggestions that were given to her were great and hopefully helpful to her. Know one is there and knows what goes on in her relationship and are basing their answers on what she has said.
But it brings up a good point, one that was brought up on Friday in my conversations.
Just like those bottoms/slave/submissive types. The other side of the coin are those want to be Tops/Domme/Doms/ Masters. The folks who slap an honorific on their names and presto, super whatever. Sometimes, these people are just predators, and sometimes they are just clueless. I’d like to believe they are just clueless, because clueless can get a clue on the low. But the predators are dangerous. They are dangerous if they are inclined to swing anything made of leather and they are dangerous when they isolate, someone who may not be strong enough to stand up for them selves. In the case of the young lady who asked the question (albeit the World Wide Web) she gets props for questioning. What she does after getting some answers is up to her. There plenty folks out there that prey on bottoms/slaves/submissives, whether it’s spiritual, mental or financial it’s all wrong. They need to be destroyed, it’s harsh I know but they make it bad for the ones out there that are good. On both sides of the whip. This isn’t something that is exclusive to the BD/SM, D/s, M/s world it in the world at large.
Maybe I’m just being my usual Aquarian self and I want to believe that people are honorable, but they aren’t. I know.
On a side note I saw David at TES last night, it was good seeing him. We have both been away for some years and he is making his way back in the scene. Like me he’s gone through some disappointments and heart aches. And like me he can’t stay away for long. There are places that are just for people like us, sad but true. It was good talking with him even if for just a while. When I was leaving I turned to say something and saw him looking at my ass.
Sweet! I thought my ass had lost its appeal.
Until next time Perverts, live with honor. It sucks but, can you live with yourself if you didn’t?
There are only two words for Tuesday, April first. And that is MIND FUCK.
Yeppie, love it, love it
Went to TES for the Dominant Women submissive men’s group, were the Doom Maidens spoke and presented on physical domination. VeVe Lane and twiggy’s presentation was just that, physical there’s nothing like watching a woman wrestle a man. http://www.doommaidens.com/main.html
Growing up as what is called a tomboy I guess I could see the appeal for some men to wrestle a girl. And I could also see her beating him at what on the surface appears to be a man’s game.
The one thing although I can understand were VeVe was coming from when she spoke about the vision people have about domination. Or what she called classical domination. How most times the Top is at a distance or that there is something in between her and the bottom, i.e a cane, flogger or a whip. I love using all of those things I also love being physical with my boy while using them. What can I say, I am very hands on.
After the presentation there was a time for some of the ladies to throw, ah I mean wrestle with twiggy. While it looked fun I had to get my ass home to hopefully sleep or I’d have to wrestle my ass up out of bed in the morning to work.
Until next time Perverts
Don’t let a pretty face fool ya!
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
I had a great week of sorts. I wanted to go to TES to see Goddess Roz do tit torture,(love anything dealing with torture) but could not find the strength to go. I did how ever get to the dominate women’s submissive men’s group for cock and ball torture. (did I say I love anything dealing with torture?)
Going back to TES I have to admit brought back some feelings, some of which I’ve already wrote about or not. But I forged on, found the new place, paid my $8.00 and found a seat. As I looked around I saw some familiar faces. Faces that have been in my home played in my dungeon, etc, but they didn’t recognize me, which for some reason was I was cool with on some level.
I was however looking forward to seeing Lady Sabrina. Needless to say, just before the class was to begin, she spotted me. She stood up pointed in my direction and strutted on true Lady Sabrina form across the room. It was good to see her and I was ordered not to leave before we got a chance to talk. The demo was really good and very informative, which is one of the things I love about TES, you can learn if you take the time, put ego to the side (admit you don’t know something) and get to a demo and ask questions. After the circle Lady Sabrina and I was talking and she was introducing me to some people.
What I found interesting was that people were saying “you’re Lady Raven? I’ve heard so much about you.” I was surprised that anyone would have even heard of me and my exploits. But then I should have known, having the honor and pleasure of knowing, learning and generally hanging out with Mistress Blair, Sir C, Lady Sabrina, Mis. Ivy, and Mistress Katlin. These women are amazing and very giving of their time, and it has been an honor to have gotten to know them.That being said, I was told by a youngling, from the mouth of babes moment) like the women before me (those women mentioned above) I had something to offer and I should make an attempt to attend TES. Or at the very least sit in a seat, what would I have to loose?
OMG a bonus
Last Friday the one night extravaganza crew went to Floyd’s out in Brooklyn (yes Brooklyn) had a couple of drinks. And some food from the chip shop which is always great. We made plans to go bowling the following Friday. So as usual with these outings word got out and our merry band of five turned into seven. Bowling at the Harlem lanes is always an adventure.
While waiting for our drinks at the bar the girl with the plunging neck line asked if I was old enough to drink. Her attempt at being funny, in front of the men who were seated, which neither they nor I found funny but I understand she’s working for tips. I asked, “Young lady is your shirt’s neck line so low because you’re still wearing your training bra?” Which we found funny, but she didn’t. I got my drinks, she got no tip. Saturday I knew I would pay for bowling; I’m no spring chicken and have seen plenty of springs come and go.
While lying in bed, I realized that since the New Year I’ve been avoiding dealing with not having what I thought I would have with someone. My friends those that I do call my friends have done their best to help keep my chin up. And I do appreciate it, they show that they care. But I have to deal with the feelings of lose. I may desire one thing but may not find that other person who desires it as well.
I have kept to what I wrote about earlier. I have planed an art project and work on it every day. Since I haven’t found a tai chi class as of yet I’ve rented some tai chi DVDs and I’m still looking into adobe classes. Today January 21, 2008. I have made a decision to stay home work on some art, and chill, I took a nice sweet bath (recipe below) listened to some music and just chilled. No running around, no answering the phone. Just chilling and getting some well needed rest before the work week begins yet again.
Until next time perverts
sweet bath-
4 cups of orange juice or any orange juice mix(store bought)
4 oranges cut into fours 1 bottle of your favorite champagne
1 large cup of honeyA splash of your favorite purfume/oil
4 scented candles
In a large pot mix the orange juice saving half a cup for later
Squeeze the juice from three of the oranges saving one orange for later
Add four glasses of champagne
Add the honey
Add purfume/oil
Run a bath, add the mixture,light the candles and have a glass of champagne and orange juice, while eatting your orange listen to music and relaxing.
keep it sweet perverts
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