musing/  random memories

Dominance and vulnerability: A case study

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After writing my previous post about vulnerability, I thought I’d follow up with an example of how it feels to me.

My boy and I had not been together all that long, I was at his place. It was about 10.30pm. It was winter, a foot or more of snow on the ground outside. I went to the toilet and used the last of the toilet paper on the roll. I looked around for more to put in holder, but didn’t want to go scrabbling around in his cupboards.

This is what happened next.

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“Hey,” I said, and … Continue Reading

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about me/  advice/  advice for Dommes/  musing

Dominance and vulnerability

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Dominance makes me vulnerable for lots of reasons. I have talked about vulnerability previously, but I don’t think I have tackled it as it relates to my dominance before, probably because it’s so complex.

Dominance makes me feel vulnerable because I expose myself in it: I give of myself, I share secrets, I let him in to see who I really am, I offer him my control, I trust him to revel in it, I open my inner self up to judgement and rejection. It’s no different a vulnerability than anyone feels when they shed their outer shell and let … Continue Reading

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play/  randomness

Sex noises

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I don’t pay attention to the sounds I make when I am on the receiving end of pleasure. If I am paying attention to the noise I make, my focus is in the wrong place.

Mostly, I am inarticulately vocal. By that I mean that I don’t talk much, but I make sounds of pleasure… moans, groans, breathy sighs, maybe whimpers. They mostly mean some version of ‘more of that’ or ‘yes, there’ or ‘please, that’ or ‘soo good!’.

If I need to direct him, I prefer touch over voice. I will move his head to get his mouth where … Continue Reading

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body project/  exercise/  photo

Body project update number something or other

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I’m pretty much back into a steady gym-going routine after struggling for a while. At the moment, that means three times to the gym and twice to Pilates each week. Motivation-wise I am doing okay, so I’m happy about that. I still want to get bigger and more defined, though I am pretty sure that that will require a level of Herculean effort that I am not willing to put in.

I’m still eating pretty clean, though the cold weather makes me crave hot, gluggy comfort food. I’ve cooked a few protein-rich dishes (chorizo and chickpea soup, chicken and two … Continue Reading

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bambi/  femdom relationships/  musing

Oh, there I am

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Earlier this year, I talked about how I worry sometimes that I’ve lost the hunger that drives my dominance. It doesn’t exist in a vacuum, it only comes alive when I have someone I want to aim it at.

When I haven’t felt it for a while, it becomes like some distant thing. Vaguely remembered, but shadowy, intangible.

Even though it didn’t work out with bambi, I am beyond delighted and grateful that he was a perfect target for the hunger. It was especially strong in the beginning before the emotional complexity complicated things and muted it. I got … Continue Reading

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randomness

Twitterpated

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I learned the word ‘twitterpated’ recently.

I thought it had something to do with Twitter.

It doesn’t.

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twit·ter·pat·ed [twit-er-pey-tid]
adjective Informal.
excited or overcome by romantic feelings; smitten.

Origin:
1942; first used in the movie Bambi; twitter + -pated
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Though it should have to do with Twitter.

Because of cuteness like this:

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Are you on Twitter yet? Come and follow me so I can get all twitterpated … Continue Reading

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femdom dating/  the other men

Date report – for real this time

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So, the date with the 6’5 cutie…

I texted him before I arrived at the restaurant and joked that he should wear a yellow ribbon so that I would recognise him. He fashioned something ribbon-ish out of post-it notes that he had presumably finagled from the wait-staff, and was wearing it tucked into his shirt when I arrived. Cute.

He stood when I approached the table, a half-hug hello, I clocked how big he was (very ‘former international rugby player’ big: wide shoulders, meaty arms) and got to check out how tall he was. He was taller than me in … Continue Reading

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