Vulnerability can be defined as uncertainty, risk, or emotional and physical exposure. For many, in everyday life this emotion or feeling is not common. We all walk safely through our lives as we know them, all very routine and comforting. It is when we step out of those restraints of the everyday, that we become vulnerable. I have always sought this feeling when adventuring into the world of BDSM, and although so rare to find the person that instills this feeling, once in a while it slaps you in the face. Not completely unique to men in my position, this exposure or uncertainty derived from a truly dominant woman speaks to a part of me that few know. Most would see me as a natural leader, someone to look to to make decisions, not as the vulnerable man I placed in the hands of Domme Danielle.
You are a harsh but fair Mistress and I appreciate that. Today reminded me to never disobey You again. I got up this morning and started to put on my pair of panties as You have instructed me to wear daily and remembered that I was told to wear different attire today. So I went to my bag and found the diapers You had left in there for me from the last time I saw You a few days ago. I put them on and got dressed. I did not want to wear them Mistress and felt so ashamed but knew it was my punishment for standing to pee the other day. I also know it amuses You and of course I get so much pleasure out of making You happy. You are so good to me Mistress that it gives me lots of incentive to please You however I can. I arrived at work and realized that they were not nearly as bulky and awkward as I was expecting so I though it would be a relatively easy day. That was until about 10 AM when I felt the need to pee. Today I was in all day meetings at work so I excused myself from the meeting and went into the bathroom. Luckily the large stall was open. I sat on the toilet with my pants down and the diaper You instructed me to wear and pee in on and peed. I had to pee alot so the diaper filled up. I had to undress from the waste down to take it off and put a new one on so I did that with someone in the next stall. I was so nervous cause now I realized I needed to get to the trash can across the bathroom to throw it away without someone coming in. I waited until the other person in the bathroom left and with my heart racing practically ran across the bathroom and threw away the peed in diaper. I went back into my meeting and texted You what I had done. When You responded and told me that You wanted proof that I was wearing a diaper I did as You instructed. I excused myself from the meeting once again and went back into the stall and took a photo of the diaper with the sticky note You asked me to put on it and sent it to You. Other then You teasing me the rest of the day was fairly uneventful until I had to peed once again in the afternoon. I wanted to just hold it the rest of the day but I was not sure I could and I knew it would not please You so I went into the stall again and peed into the diaper. This time I think my little dick was too far at the top of the diaper because pee started leaking out of the diaper as I was going to the bathroom. I just kept going feeling very nervous that the person in the stall next to me would notice that pee was running onto the floor because I had been sitting too far forward on the toilet seat. Even though You did not ask or require it I sent You a picture of my pee filled diaper for Your amusement. At this point I felt so happy that the day was mostly over and that I could leave work soon.
Mistress I am so sorry I disobeyed You I will never pee standing up again unless You say I can. I am grateful You are such a strict Mistress and I hope to continue to improve as Your loyal little slave.
It’s time for people to wake up and realize the reality of the sex industry. It’s no new news that prostitution has been around for thousands of years and is often referred to as the oldest profession in the world. I’m not here to argue that case. I’m here to shed light on the billion dollar industry that is sex work. The industry isn’t going to magically disappear just because it makes you cringe or you feel uncomfortable thinking about the supposed lewd actions of people engaging in sex for money. Continue reading SEX WORK IS REAL
I’ve been spending a lot of time, lately, critically thinking about what would make someone oppose the profession of sex work. Of course, this has stemmed from a personal encounter with someone who has expressed judgment and aversion in regards to me being a Professional Dominatrix. I don’t usually spend too much time on what other people think, but this person is a newly inherited family member, and so I feel an urge to understand things from her point of view.
It is my naturally tendency to get curious about people who disprove of my actions, as oppose to get defensive or try to protect myself against some attack on my imaginary ego. Continue reading AN UNDERSTANDING OF THOSE AGAINST SEX WORK
The topic of female assertion has been coming up a lot as of late. It would be safe to assume that I do identify as a strong, assertive woman. To some, my dominance – which stereotypically is a masculine trait – is extremely threatening and has provoked the use of labels such as bitchy, scary, or mean. I understand that it may throw a lot of people off when they see such a (mostly) feminine looking woman exhibiting such confidence or assertion, but those people aren’t usually the ones with whom I choose to spend my valuable time. Continue reading THE ASSERTIVE WOMAN
MY SISTER IS A PRODOMME:
Long shadows lie themselves against the cobblestone streets of Boulevard de Clichy. The smell of crepes and espresso fill the air after the sun has peeled itself from the earth and the stones have separated themselves from feet that walked them just the night before. Welcome to the Red-light District of Paris. Continue reading MY SISTER IS A PRODOMME
I thought I’d take a moment to exploit my little grocery girl, Julie. Julie is a long time submissive of mine who appreciates servitude, transformation, sensation play, and BDSM training, of course.
About once a week I send her on a mission to Natural Grocers to pick up a few essentials for the house of kink, aka ma maison. Being able to assist in any way really pleases Julie. In fact, when Julie lived closer to me she was my official laundry slave. It was nice having clean and folded panties every week. Continue reading GROCERY GIRL
Tonight was a very special night for my slave. A couple of weeks ago I gave him a package and told him to wait to open it until I
could be with him, since inside contained a “hands-on” type of gift. Being the impatient slut that he is, I knew it would drive him crazy to have to look at it every day and wonder. That was the point.
Continue reading BITCH BATH
So, for years I’ve been calling myself a sapiosexual. A sapiosexual is someone who is attracted to or aroused by intelligence. While I really admire smart people and generally think they’re hot, they can often be arrogant which really turns me off. Also, it’s not like I feel like having sex with someone just because they’re smart. Continue reading NOSCOSEXUALISM