The Right Use Of Resources

My dear friend is finishing her third round of cancer treatment, and plans to celebrate in Las Vegas. She's had a tough road for someone still in her twenties - cancer is a goddamn treacherous thing. 

So: who calls me, in perfect serendipity? My sub boy in Vegas. He's now standing ready to secure a room for her and her mother whenever they decide to go, so they may celebrate their hard-won victory. 

That, my friends, is what I call using influence for good. 

Plotting and Playing

How am I finishing out this week?

Well! A little abduction/forced bi fun with an eager leather slut and a good T-girl friend. The slut: helpless in the face of a commanding woman, especially one in leather boots. The friend: tall, tight-bodied, hung, and a proven play partner. Just how I like to indulge myself when rewarding/terrifying an especially hard-working personal sub.

Then, lots of hard spankings with a few favorite boys. Starring in these vignettes will be my wooden hairbrushes - a boy can feel that impact for days afterward.

Saturday night, my friend Julie Simone will be hosting a play party. She's a modern fetish visionary, and I can't wait to see what she's cooked up for that night.

Hope your weekend is filled with pervy fun!

The Consequences of Education

I've been thinking quite a bit about what we are and do.

Right after DomCon last year, I addressed a human sexuality class at Portland State. After the class, a handful of students remained to talk, thank me, and look at my gear. But then one, during our conversation, challenged me: "Isn't that abuse? A healthy relationship is between equals."

I was honestly a little startled. I offered that, in any relationship, there are many inequalities - disposition, skillset, income, etc. - but good relationships are complementary arrangements. I cook, my partner washes up, I take responsibility for him, he obeys my authority.

What particularly struck me was that this question was lobbed at me from a self-admitted dominant-personality woman. I could see the wheels turning as she quickly conceded my points, yet she clung to "agree to disagree". She seemed conflicted, caught between what she had been taught and what she, perhaps, intuitively understood. Any domme who's worked with m/f couples, training the woman to dominate, has seen this struggle. I wonder what her internal dialogue was like in those next few days...