The "talk"

I'm aware that it's a bit of a rehash, but the subject came up again on a board.

The situation is this, nice guy likes pro-Domme, he likes her a bit more than he should, she gives him the dreaded talk and tells him they can't see each other for a while, because he's getting in too deep and is losing touch with what it is really about.

Obviously he can't understand it and feels like he is punished for being honest.

He isn't, even if it might feel like it, she is making sure he doesn't get obsessed, forces him to have a reality check and forces him to see the situation for what it really is.

Guys, if you're crushing on your Domme, it's not a bad thing but it shouldn't take over most of your life, during a session a bit of a crush is a great thing, but it's not love, there isn't a chance of her being your girlfriend. Most Dommes really don't want a brain washed robot (unless they really have no effing clue about anything), I said it countless times before, it's a sport for adults.

Let me put it this way, I do enjoy a nice glass of wine or a snifter of great single malt (preferably Islay if you're planning to buy me one), I can't handle a bottle, I enjoy a nice spinach pizza, I don't enjoy 5 of them (and you wouldn't want me to, unless you have a fetish for BBWs). Keep it in perspective, use your brain, moderate yourself.

Submission in a session or in context can be wonderful, very enjoyable, there's no problem taking a little bit of it out into the real world, like doing stuff you know she approves of, watching your diet, exercising more, etc.
If you want me to be perfectly honest (you might not but I'm going to be anyway, deal with it), it's all stuff you should be doing for yourself anyway, you're an adult, but I understand that it's a bit easier when you're doing it for a Domme, as some act of worship. Heaven knows that when us girls go on a diet we use every help we can.

In case you find yourself falling for a Domme, take a break, session around a bit, now if you don't enjoy sessioning with other Dommes at all, take a break, put the money aside, your desire will come back and you'll be glad for a little fund you can dip into. Do something completely else that will make you feel good, a hobby, be a volunteer for something you support.

I know it sucks to be in love, or to think you are in love, and the object of your desire doesn't have the same feelings for you, hurts like hell, and yes, been there, thank you very much. Might be undomly to admit it, but who gives a damn? Anybody going to come and tear up my Domme card? I'm really shaking in my thigh high boots (actually I'm lying, due to rain storms in the UK I'm wearing very glamorous Doc Martens and yes, me and both doggies were almost blown away).

This freaking post really took me ages as I was quite busy with the work for charities, and actually a bit of hands on work for a charity that's in the next town, fantastic people who spend all their money for neglected and abandoned animals. If you really want to do me a favour, share the link all over your networks, the more people see it, the more possibly donate as they are threatened by closure due to lack of funds. Extra kudos if you actually send them just a bit you can spare, just make it discrete, I don't really want them to know about my alter ego and hobby. I don't know how they would react, but hey, why chance it, right?

AngelsRescue

Hey hey hey

I'm still alive ;)

Gosh, so much happened, a nasty broken ankle, an involvement with several charities, I'm so excited about that and great progress. I don't even mind getting paid a lot less for my time as I can see how much it helps and makes a change. We all need a purpose in life!

Still active on the kinky front but even more underground, so it's feast of famine, but if I feast, oh how do I feast ;) A bit like a snake having huge bites and digesting that slowly...

Still vegetarian with no desire to change it and feeling superbly well, still smoke free...

Additionally working with a dog trainer and what a boost for my ego to be told I'm a natural and the dogs are superbly trained, all I need to do is some minor changes in my body language so the dogs understand a bit better, something called passive leadership. Had the odd chuckle when the dog trainer asked me where I learned the stuff, apparently I have assertive body language and I am great in passive leadership and the dogs just want to please me (H didn't really like to be told that the dogs see me as the pack leader, but I did, ha ha ha) and how rare it is to have somebody in complete control of 2 dogs as the dynamics are different then to just having a single dog. I might have stuttered a bit and said I just watched the dogs, I wasn't quite sure that the trainer was ready to hear about years of training subbies ;)

So apart from all the rain and stuff, things are pretty good, and gay marriage still hasn't caused mine to disintegrate, how weird is that? I thought there would be that big bang and things would all be turned upside down....

That's all for now, might be back ranting about BDSM in a little while. Sometimes I just forget I have a blog.

Oh yeah and another vacuum cleaner lost the will the live, I guess 2 Dobies (soon to be 3) and 2 cats are enough to convince a vacuum cleaner to die. I vacuum every day, the cats and dogs aren't balding in the slightest, where on earth do the hair come from?

On the super happy front, big boy cat bonded superbly with big Dobie boy and is now busy cleaning him all the time (in case girlie Dobie doesn't catch cat first and cleans cat like a puppy)

And the dogs are trying to find new careers as decorators...

Must be the cats who make the mess and fight the blankets, really....

You know you're in LA

- When the pavements are really underdeveloped and full of cracks (Nobody walks in LA)
- You're having a hard time finding a good e-cig, but you can buy drug paraphernalia everywhere...

I kinda like the city, grew on me (like a fungus maybe, ha ha) but it's almost like living in another universe, and don't get me started on the amount of grotesque surgery I've seen, nope, if you're 60 years old, no amount of surgery will make you look like a 16 year old barbie doll, on the other hand, I ventured into Skid Row by mistake, that was a shock, poverty, people shooting up in the street, urinating on the street, living in cardboard boxes, some of them talking to themselves or shouting angrily at nothing... An elderly woman who looked physically and mentally disabled hanging in a shopping cart like a ragdoll and somebody pushing her about...

So much fun...

So my vitamin D levels are sorted out and I feel like a changed person, bouncing energetic all over the place, currently in Down Town LA and exploring the city on inline skates... From the Art District to the Fashion District, and then I thought I would go back but my sense of direction is somewhat underdeveloped... 8 hours later and almost in tears, because some idiots sent me all over the place (why don't people just say "I don't know" instead of sending you in the wrong direction on a wild goose chase) I finally found back. Let me tell you LA pavements aren't meant for skaters ;) I do have the blisters to prove it...

That's how my socks looked when I got back, a bit sweaty.... Though somebody who I corresponded with a bit in the past has a fetish for stinky socks and is wearing a chastity device, had to promise him my sweaty socks since last time I really forgot, plus white socks look so much nastier when sweaty ;)

But on the other hand, so much fun, Mistress Tara asked me if I would train some of the new Mistresses and that is just too much fun. They are gorgeous (Jaqueline and Ruby, check them out, eye candy) and so enthusiastic. Spent ours of target practise and they almost wore me out...

That should keep my arms in shape ;) For the legs the skating really does wonders, though I got to watch that they aren't getting too muscular...

My doggies better watch out once I am back home, as those legs will walk them out... Actually missing my fur babies like crazy, the cats will possibly ignore me for a bit as punishment of leaving them yet again for a few months, but dogs have such an amazing way to show affection, so I guess I will be buried under 2 huge dobies each of them my size, with an attempt to lick me to death...

Anyway, I need to brag about my toned legs, HA!

I know I'm a show off, but trust me, my hamstrings let me know what I've done...

Sometimes....

Sometimes I am just so damned proud of my friends...

A wonderful friend of mine, Ginger, I stayed with her for quite a while when I was in NYC, she has a heart of gold and she's just wonderful, she had a terrible shock today. A person she was looking after, who had a long drawn out illness died today, in her arms, it was what he would have wanted, he went quick, he left knowing he was loved, what more can anybody ask for?

I think she did a wonderful thing, taking this one despite knowing how it would end, and now she's gutted, elated that he got his last wish and that he didn't suffer, but at the same time in shock, missing him, mourning...

For what it's worth, I'm so damned proud of the girl! She knew how it would gut her, but she went and did it anyway, and that's fucking courage!

It's getting old, isn't it...

... this whole thing with me disappearing for long stretches of time, but I have been insanely busy, this whole thing about jumping from country to country is a pain in the neck even in Europe, now if you add California to the mix and trying to adjust to an 8 hour time difference (doing well though, 1st morning I was up at 4 am local time after 4 hours of sleep as my body was convinced it's morning, 2nd day I wake up at 7 am and only mildly dizzy).

For the comedy value of it, I could pretend to grovel for forgiveness, but to be honest, when parents and friends are going through health crisises and work beckons, blogging somehow just gets a bit less important.

Anyway, loading up with coffee while looking at the pool, spare some pity for me, because I am looking quite forward to my morning swim, ahhh how I missed that...

Sorry

I'm really sorry for the long radio silence but I've been insanely busy with life, the pets, work, paper work and all that...

Unfortunately this post isn't a very happy one (though a lot of good things have happened in the last few days), I learned that Maya Sinstress had a pretty traumatic attack, been ripped to shreds and has no insurance. It's pretty gut wretching and while I don't know her, the people who do speak highly of her, so I think that does count for something.

Check it out yourself and if you can and want to, please help!

http://www.gofundme.com/Sinstress

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