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Fancy-Ass Session

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Today was a little surreal.

I was whisked away from my swanky hotel this morning & taken to a kinky hide-away. It was posh. Outfitted with antiques & custom made furniture. Loads of object d’art…fancy stuff, ya know?

I had been paid gobs of money to come here, to share ‘me’, to converse & play.

You can't buy my love, but you can rent it.

You can’t buy my love, but you can rent it.

Everything about this place screamed money…& it was a rarely used place just for such a rendezvous. I was given the tour & discovered that tucked away in the antique & custom made furniture there was a multitude of implements for pain & pleasure. Crops, canes, paddles, straps, ass toys, nipple clamps, bondage equipment, etc. etc.

We chatted over expensive champagne. We lunched on delicious healthy food. He took business calls & sounded oh-so-American. Arrogant. Canadians detest this.

Classical music played as we got down to business. Tied down & gagged he took the beating that I needed to give. I’d been dumped yesterday. He didn’t know that but it didn’t matter. He said he wanted to give himself over to me & marks didn’t matter. He laid out dozens of implements he was ready to take…so we both got what we wanted. I never beat a man in anger but when a man wants to be beaten harshly it’s convenient if I have some steam to let off. It keeps me going longer, more enthusiastically.

Do I look like I would beat you THAT hard? *blink blink*

Do I look like I would beat you THAT hard? *blink blink*

I especially enjoyed the rubber tubed implements that reminded me of…well, never mind.

When it came time for the ass fucking I switched the music to classic rock. I was tired of feeling like I was in Disney’s Fantasia. Journey, The Eagles, etc. guided me on a long slow ass fuck…him tied spread eagle & face down on that beautiful custom made bed. In my mind I was taking him without his consent. So sue me.

Chicks with dicks=good times.

Chicks with dicks=good times.

I was several glasses of champagne in at this point & it helped. There are those who say they don’t drink during sessions & I understand that. There are reasons for that, safety reasons mostly…& I don’t usually, for professional reasons…but I’ve seen this client a couple times already. We weren’t doing anything too crazy, nothing I couldn’t do a little bit tipsy. For Christ sake, I’ve beaten & ass fucked hundreds of men by now. He was drinking & I could handle him better if I wasn’t too sober.

At one point I used the hitachi wand on myself while he watched me cum. Sweet success…when you’re paid to have an orgasm.

After our fun he soaked his sore ass in the tub while I sat on one edge, by legs draped over the other side making a beautiful bridge over him. We chatted. Me with a glass of champagne, him in the bubbles, classic rock in the back ground.

Cheers to rich perverts!

Cheers to rich perverts!

I could have gone on about my beautiful lingerie, my heels clicking on the hard wood, my nails grazing his welting skin…but you probably got enough of that in 50 Shades. There’s always several ways to describe a scenario & this was mine.

My god, my life.
Best,
Mistress T

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Clients are like a box of chocolates…

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…you never know what you’re going to get.

Did you think I was going to say they’re all sweet? Nope.

I wasn’t sure whether to say clients, fans or slaves. The term that fits best is client since they all pay me for something, at least in the beginning. They’re all fans. Very few would consider themselves slaves.

Anyway, terminology aside, the business of being a Professional Domme or service provider (*cringe*) is a strange one. I am no longer a traditional Dominatrix. I was at one time. My formally structured sessions consisted of a lot of CBT (cock & ball torture), flogging, paddling, spanking, strap-on/anal play, boot worship, bondage, etc. I didn’t even offer a hand release. Clients were allowed to wank themselves off if they pleased me, which is to say, most of the time because they were paying after all.

Over the years things have evolved. I rarely see clients these days & when I do my ‘sessions’ are very casual. Clients basically pay to spend time with me, to meet Mistress T in the flesh. I enjoy being sensual, teasing & toying with men. The more mentally engaging (rather than implement or prop focused) the better I like it. I prefer to not feel like I’m providing a service but that I’m allowing lucky men to worship me in person.

I decided to open myself up to more sessions than usual this trip to the UK & thus far I am torn. The money is nice…& most of the gentleman I’ve met have been lovely…but I’m really questioning if it’s worth the annoyances that come with it. By that, I mean the piles & piles of emails (session requests). Then all the emails back & forth with each client working out the details. Then after all that the guys who change their mind either just before making a deposit or even more frustrating are those who make the deposit then vanish a couple days before the session leaving me wondering if it’s happening or not? They’ve paid, so I am reluctant to give their time to someone on the waiting list in case they surface in the last few hours…anyway, you get the point. Just reading this paragraph you’re probably getting annoyed.

Those who jerked me around & didn’t follow through with their sessions can really just go fuck themselves. Having the deposit eases the sting but the disrespect is unforgivable. I don’t take it that personally as I know every Domme deals with the same issues, but that doesn’t make guys who no-show any less dishonorable.

The theme of this blog was meant to discuss the vast differences in clients & my experiences with them. For example, I had dinner ‘dates’ three nights in a row.

The first one couldn’t have gone better. We totally clicked, it was comfortable, the conversation flowed & it felt natural. We sessioned after dinner & it was HOT. Really fun for both of us.

The second one no-showed (by the way, no-show Christiano: go fuck yourself) & although I had a list of several eager fans who were praying I’d have an opening, I had such a nice time with the 1st guy that I ended up going out with him for the evening again. It was wonderful.

If only all clients made me so happy…

The 3rd was a mini disaster. He spent the entire evening talking non-stop. Talking about himself, bragging & flaunting his wealth, name dropping without noticing how unimpressed I was. He made peculiar long-winded complaints about how unattractive people were at fetish events he’d gone to (since he would not be considered physically attractive by most, so um, you are kind of part of the problem, aren’t ya?). He didn’t want a session, he just wanted to spend time with me (which he did pay for) but he didn’t ask me any questions or try to engage me in conversation. I felt like objectified arm candy and I spent three long hours resisting the urge to punch him in the face. He made my efforts to gracefully end the evening impossible & it ended awkwardly with me telling him pretty much everything that you’ve just read, to his face.

*sigh*

So there’s a little insight into my world. I have been doing this for years & although I keep getting better at scheduling my time efficiently & meeting with those I enjoy, at the end of the day it’s a crap shoot. I never know what I’m going to get. That’s certainly fun when it works out well…but is it worth all the other annoyances? That is a question I will be pondering as the session requests continue to pour in…

Mistress T

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I’m not just arm candy. I’ve got a big, beautiful brain too.

 

I am in the UK!

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I’m getting pretty good at this traveling thing. Like many things in life, you can learn to get better at it. With every trip I learn how to pack even smarter. I get better at coordinating my schedule. I figure out how to maximize my comfort & minimize my discomfort. I get more organized. I consider it an art form & I pride myself on being an excellent traveler.

I identified with the well-oiled traveling machine that George Clooney played in the movie “Up In The Air”. (Not a bad movie by the way, if you like Mr. Clooney, who is pretty much the same character in every movie….but I digress.)

This trip I was even more organized as I had planned on spending my last evening with my pal Samantha Mack screaming like little girls at Playland’s Fright Night (haunted houses).

Very scary night out with Samantha Mack (Playland’s Fright Nights in Vancouver)

All went smoothly. Samantha drove me to the airport in the morning, which is one of my favorite things: having a friend take me to & from the airport. When I take a taxi it’s just not nearly as much fun. There is something special about being sent off or welcomed with a hug at the airport.

I didn’t sleep on the plane as usual, but I watched a lot of TV which is one of my favorite parts about flying. I don’t normally watch much TV so it feels like an indulgence. (Johnny Depp’s ‘Dark Shadows’ is a fluffy bit of silly entertainment by the way. Without him, one of my favorite actors, I would have considered it rubbish.)

I arrived in London expecting one of my fans to greet me. I have been stood up once before by a slave who couldn’t make it at the last minute so ever since I’ve been very nervous about slaves no-showing.

He wasn’t there. He wasn’t answering his cell phone. I had mentally prepared to be disappointed so I calmly made my way to the Information desk to make other arrangements. I tried him once more on his mobile & was actually shocked when he answered and said he was there looking for me.

He was so nervous he could barely function. How a mid-20’s Muslim virgin ended up being brave enough in the 1st place to offer his services as a chauffeur to the Goddess he worships is a bit beyond me. That took balls he didn’t seem to possess.

He was sweet & I was very pleased with how thoughtful he was. He spent the car ride asking me dozens of questions. Everything from the usual like: “How did I become a Dominatrix”, to the more unusual like: ‘How to worship a woman’s ass’. It was at that point that I realized he was a virgin and I was delighted to give him lots of pointers to help him on his wedding night. Here’s some advice a bet a lot of guys could use:

Sex in reality is usually NOT like what you see in porn online. Porn is typically designed for men to jerk off to. The hard, fast thrusting & positions are designed to make your porn watching experience more exciting. In real life, you should care about a woman’s pleasure FIRST. Take your time. Go slow. SLOWER. Be soft & gentle, at least at first. If a woman wants you to fuck her harder she’ll probably let you know. If your new wife is a virgin too she is probably nervous as hell. Go slow & gentle. Take all the time in the world. Pay attention to how she is reacting and feeling.

Gently kiss & touch every part of a women. Don’t just go straight for her tits & pussy/ass. Kiss her shoulder, her neck, her tummy, her back, her hip, the back of her knees, etc.

It worries me that young men who learn about sex from porn are not learning the art of sensual love making.

Anyway. I arrived at Whiplash Towers after having a nice breakfast & picking up some groceries. It was like retuning home as this is my 3rd stay here. I love the view from my bedroom window:

Good morning English countryside!

This pic doesn’t do it justice, but I love the rolling green pastures of the English countryside. I see cows and birds. It’s so peaceful here. Well, peaceful when slaves aren’t in the building screaming & moaning!

I had a nap & then listened to Nikki molesting one of her collared slaves in the dungeon. It was great to see him again too. So sweet. Then I had a foot worship session with one of my slaves. A Hindu this time. A really big fan who has purchased hundreds of my vids over the years. It never ceases to amaze me when someone is THAT bowled over to be in my presence. I may never get comfortable with having that kind of fame.

It was great to see Nikki yesterday too. She is one of the good ones. A real stand up person. I’m honored to count her as a friend.

It was a wonderful first day in the UK & I slept well. As the sun started to rise, so did I. I could hear birds chirping. That was it. Today begins probably the most grueling schedule I have ever set up for myself. Nearly every day for the next 3 weeks is FULL of filming & sessions. I plan to update my twitter feed as I go along. Follow it here:

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xo
Mistress T

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Shame on you: Mainstream TV

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It’s often frustrating to see how mainstream TV depicts Professional Dommes, escorts, etc. It’s no wonder most people don’t have a clue what reality is really like.

What prompted this little rant? An episode of ‘The Big C’ I watched recently that featured an escort who also provided Dominatrix services who gives her poor victim, er, client, crabs.

Firstly, they didn’t differentiate ‘Dominatrix’ from ‘hooker’ but just made her seem like a wilder/weirder hooker for adding on kinky services.

The icing on the cake wasn’t even that she gave him crabs, it was his relative’s reaction that of course she did, because she’s a hooker & they’re just dripping with STD’s.

For the uninitiated let me give you a reality check:

#1. Sometimes you can get sexual services from a Pro Domme (depends on geography but usually not in the US & Canada) and sometimes you can get BDSM/kink activities from an escort…but you tend to get better quality service from who ever specializes in one or the other. By that, I mean a well-reviewed, reputable escort is probably going to be a great fuck. An experienced Pro Domme is more likely to conduct a fetish/kink session safely & smoothly.

If you really want both you might have to do a lot of research to find a one-stop shop. Good luck.

Why is this? Well, I have a lot of friends who are Pro Dommes (obviously) and I have a lot of friends who are escorts. I’ve seen the escorts in action & I’ve seen the Dommes in session. The experience is very different. Escorts tend to cater to a guy’s needs & treat him like a king. It’s more service oriented. Dommes tend to approach things from the perspective of allowing the client to worship & serve them…but that’s just the tip of the iceberg in terms of how much different a Domme session can be from a regular escort/sex experience.

(This is a much debated topic that I should really devote a whole blog entry to…if it kicks up enough dust I’ll dig into it deeper later on.)

#2. Crabs?! Mainstream media loves to portray hookers as disease-ridden. Christ. You know what? I had crabs once: when I was 17! My cheating boyfriend gave them to me & he didn’t get them from a hooker.

Research will tell you that Sexually Transmitted Infections are more prevalent among people just randomly hooking up (in bars, etc.) then in professional sex workers. Those who work in the adult industry tend to be far better informed. They protect themselves and their business.

The state has no business in the bedrooms of the nation.
~ Pierre Trudeau

But hey, I’m fighting an uphill battle trying to change some minds. The media has done such an effective job of painting anyone working in the adult industry with the same brush. Often used for shock value in TV shows/movies/music video’s etc. reality barely resembles what most people believe.

If you’re reading this blog you are probably already more enlightened than most. Give yourself a pat on the back.

Best,
Mistress T

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Not always sunshine & rainbows. Sometimes I get pissed about stuff. Shocking isn’t it?

 

Miss Jasmine, in the UK July 14-25

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My friend & fellow Domme Miss Jasmine (who resides in Vancouver) will be visiting London and the the vicinity July 14 – 25.

I expect you Brits to show her a good time!

Miss Jasmine will be seeing lucky subs one-on-one as well as teaming up with Lady Bellatrix. She’ll be doing some filming too.

Those wanting to meet her are instructed to fill out a little form here: http://www.eurasianpersuasion.com/contact.htm

Jasmine is great. I’ve known her for years personally & professionally. She is skilled & experienced, very sadistic and sexy as hell.

If you’ve seen me and want to use me as a reference email: MsT@MistressT.net

Find vids of Jasmine on my clips store and members site. Just search ‘Jasmine’.

NEW INFO: Jasmine will be teaming up with Madame Caramel, Mistress Kiana & Lady Bellatrix for a FemDom party on July 19! All details here:

http://www.madamecaramel.com/parties/

Best,
Mistress T

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Jasmine in the vid “Facesitting Fiesta”. Look at those legs! Wowza!

From the vid: “Giantess’s Jasmine & T”. Jasmine is pretty tall but she’s not REALLY a Giant! *smile*)

An Interesting Day-In-The-Life

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I’m often asked what a day in the life of Mistress T is like. I do lead a pretty interesting life but not all days are noteworthy. Today was.

I spent last night at a lovers place so I awoke in his bed and started the day with slow, sleepy, sensual sex. Then he made me breakfast and we cuddled which lead to some fairly dirty sex. A couple of friends came by for a visit, then we had sex again before going to two yoga classes in a row.

That’s already a pretty good day for me but it continued.

I went for dinner with a couple of friends but was keeping an eye on my phone/email. A valuable film slave who I’ve worked with before had surfaced and offered himself this evening…plus an interesting session request had come in.

It was Saturday night and I would normally be going to a fetish party, but I decided to make it a work night instead.

I filmed an incredible scene with a huge cum shot. I had time to edit a vid in the lull between filming and the session.

At 2am I went to a session in a fancy hotel. I only take sessions that interest me these days and this one was intriguing. He basically just wanted to talk about his fetishes/fantasies to a Dominatrix. With my signature red lips, wearing my favorite black stiletto boots, skin-tight black pants and a black sheer designer top I sat on the sofa in a well-appointed hotel room while the client sat on a chair in his PJ’s sipping vodka on ice. He talked, I listened.

The session ended with him putting a show on for me. As I sat on a stool in the palatial marble bathroom watching him masturbate he all of a sudden stopped and asked if I was going to write about this in my blog.

I wasn’t sure if he was worried about discretion or thought it would be hot to be written about…so I took a guess at the answer he was looking for and said: “Yes, but with discretion.”

He seemed satisfied with that because he immediately blew his load and cheerfully ate up his cum.

It’s 4:30am and my very interesting day is finally at an end. I’ve seen three different men cum today…and about seven orgasms between all of us. Good night. xo

Best,
Mistress T

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Pic taken at 4:30am...do I look tired or immensely satisfied? Because I'm BOTH.

FREE PORN! Yes, really.

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I’m being generous. Plain & simple.

I have added an entire free vid to the PREVIEWS section of my site:

http://www.MistressT.net/free_video

You can stream or download it without being a member of my site.

This is a full length sample vid.

One of personal fantasies (that has occasionally come true in real life) is to have one or more sex slaves. Men that are primarily used for sex. Men with cocks I enjoy fucking. Men with good mouths and skilled hands who are trained to please me in the specific ways I enjoy. I would also share these sex slaves with my girlfriends. I would be proud of my possession and want to show it off. I would want my friends to enjoy themselves too.

In this vid I play out one of my fantasies. The exciting moments before a big event. Full of anticipation as if at the top of a roller coaster about to go down. My trained sex slave will be put to work satisfying some of my special friends. I want him to be able to stay hard all evening without getting too excited and having an ‘accident’ (cumming when he shouldn’t). So I milk a load of cum out of him to better prepare him for service.

It’s a sexy handjob vid with a more complex and erotic storyline. As a bonus, glove fetishists and latex fans will have some eye candy.

Sex Slave Pre Party Milking

If you want to see more you can either join my members site or get pay-per-view vids from my clips4sale store. I can’t hyper link to it from WordPress but you can copy & paste the link (remember to bookmark it!):

http://clips4sale.com/23869

If you’re not already following me on Twitter, you really should:

Being judged sucks monkey balls.

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Watch me read this blog entry (I guess that makes it a VLOG?). Download or stream the 6 minute vid here: http://www.mistresst.net/free_video

I have a pretty charmed life. A unique life that I have very carefully created. It’s not always easy being me though. Today was one of those not-so-easy days.

If you’ve read my blog from the beginning you know that it took me awhile to go against what society expected me to do and to do what truly makes me happy. So many people just go through the motions in life. Like Lemmings. Sheep. Being true to yourself and finding your own path, especially when it is unusual, can be difficult.

When people find out that I’m a Dominatrix or a Fetish Porn Performer/Producer they tend to have more misconceptions than you can shake a stick at. They tend to jump to bizarre conclusions about what kind of person I must be and what kind of life I must live. I used to enjoy educating people. Now I’m so tired of being judged I avoid telling people what I do.

Today I learned that my neighbors have seen my website, followed my twitter feed and they’ve read my blog. Hi neighbors: I know you’re reading this too.

It seems they are uncomfortable with me living in their building. Why?

It’s a morality issue cloaked in an illogical concern for building safety. The assumption being that I must have a parade of sicko’s coming and going ready to cause property damage or a disturbance.

There is, in fact, no logical reason for them to be concerned. I’m an excellent tenant and neighbor. I’m quiet and considerate. I may also be a kinky, immoral, sexual deviant but any of the other neighbors could be too and just not put it on the internet. What I do does not impact my neighbors in any way. I’m not even loud when I have sex!

Do I sound a little defensive? I am. No one likes feeling judged.

I live in a very gay friendly neighborhood. At one time a gay man would have had to hide his sexuality from a landlord and neighbors because people wouldn’t want ‘one of them’ living in their building…assuming there would be a parade of sicko’s coming and going at all hours engaging in filthy, immoral gay sex acts. You would be hard-pressed to find anyone brave enough in my neighborhood these days who would discriminate against someone for their sexual orientation.

My point being that over time, people become more accepting…and maybe within my time I’ll see people become more open-minded about folks with kink’s & fetishes. People won’t assume that someone who makes porn for a living is an unsavory neighbor.

No one who comes to my home is going to cause property damage or any disturbance. My friends may be kinky or open-minded, but they’re not hooligans. Why am I explaining all this anyway? I’ve lived here for a month without incident. I have nothing to apologize for. The only incident has been my neighbors actions to make me feel uncomfortable in my new home. I have as much right to feel comfortable here as they do…and I’ve done nothing to infringe on their comfort. They have snooped and spied. They have created imaginary dangers, judged me and made me feel unwelcome. Who is the real bad guy here? If anyone has a reason to feel ashamed of their actions, it’s not me.

What will happen now? Well, I love my new place and I plan on staying for as long as I can. I have a feeling that the neighbors will come around and relax over time. I certainly hope so…because  I will not leave without a fight.

~ Do you have a story about being discriminated against or judged by a landlord or neighbors for your lifestyle or kinky occupation? Feel free to send me your stories and maybe I’ll make a blog entry with other people’s experiences. Sometimes it’s a comfort to know you’re not alone…and part of the reason I live my life so openly is for the camaraderie. So, share away!

Email: MsT@MistressT.net

Best,
Mistress T

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Beware of this unsavory neighbor. She doesn't believe in God or monogamy.

Be on the look out for this dangerous deviant. She may be armed with a dildo!

Fear & Danger

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At yoga practice last week the teacher partnered us up to work on hand stands. I was paired with a very timid girl who was too scared to flail herself upside down against the wall into the hand stand position. Although I’m not good enough to do it without wall support yet, I have no hesitation doing a hand stand against the wall. I know that no matter how badly I fuck up, I’m not going to hurt myself. My feet will hit the wall, but I couldn’t possibly do it hard enough to cause any damage.

I demonstrated this several times for the timid girl and explained that she couldn’t hurt herself if she tried, she just had to assertively throw herself against the wall. Easy!

She couldn’t do it. Too scared.

It got me thinking about fear and perception of danger.

It reminded me of a conversation I recently had with a girlfriend. When I told her I was being flown to New York for a date of sorts her first response was: “oh, be careful!” This really rubbed me the wrong way…I suppose it’s my knee-jerk reaction to authority or Mothering. I launched into a bit of a rant asking her what exactly she thought I needed to be careful of? Rape? Murder? White slavery? Getting my heart broken? It was my safety she was worried about which frankly was pretty much the last thing I was concerned about. The idea that a man would fly me across the country to hurt me? Especially after proving his own identity (so he’s not even anonymous). And ME? Ha! I’m not exactly an easy target if you’re looking for a victim. I may be petite but I would not go quietly into that good night, I assure you.

I’m asked once in awhile if I worry about my safety seeing clients for private sessions….new film slaves, etc. The answer is that I’m no more concerned than I am of any random act of violence, a random car accident, an earth quake, etc. Shit happens in life. We do the best we can. I screen clients, I keep my wits about me when I’m walking alone at night, I wear a seat belt…beyond that, I live my life. More people in this world would rather hug you than hurt you. Love more, fear less. (Those last two lines come from the brilliant Halcyon who I know personally from Burning Man: http://hugnation.com/ )

I have seen literally hundreds of clients over the years. Of all those strangers and opportunities for something to go wrong I’ve only had one incident. It was with a client I had seen twice before without any problems. On the third visit I was training a new Domme, so I wasn’t even alone. In the middle of the session, without warning, he jumped up and grabbed me. He pushed me against the wall aggressively and the other Domme shouted at him. He immediately let go and ran down the hall and hid in the bathroom. I told him to leave which he did quietly.

I was shaken…mostly because I didn’t see it coming. It was simply random and at the end of the day I understood that. Shit happens. A nutter could have randomly attacked me in a grocery store.

Fearlessness doesn’t come from an absence of danger. It comes from surviving. After surviving all the crazy stuff that has happened so far in my life I have faith that I can handle myself in most situations. If shit does happen, I’ll be able to deal with it.

Fearlessness is also about a calculated risk. Ask yourself what’s the worst that can happen? Then ask yourself what’s the BEST thing that can happen?

My biggest fear is NOT  ‘living’ my life. I don’t want to regret NOT doing something. The Mae West quote I live by: “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”

So, I’ll boldly flail myself against a wall and I’ll happily go to NY for a date with a stranger. *smile*
Mistress T

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Hand stand! (Pic taken by a friend, way easier than trying to take my own pic!)

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to take a picture of yourself doing a hand stand?

Hand stand...face standing...why not?

Random trampling pic...

Another random trampling pic to demonstrate my superior balancing skills...

Balancing on one foot in fetish boots? Somewhat impressive...

Too Strong?

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I considered making the title of this post: “Fuck You” but decided to take a slightly less negative approach.

This is a sort of a follow up to my last post “Man Hater?” where I addressed the question (accusation): Do I hold men in contempt?

I’ve recently done the dating dance with a couple of fella’s…somewhat simultaneously (I’m a non-monogamist in case you didn’t know) and both have arrived at a similar place. Although the details are different the overall message is that my strength is an issue. One assumed I must be a man hater since I didn’t fall in love with him and the other couldn’t deal with the fact that I didn’t NEED him.

To protect the innocent I’ll leave out any more details and just focus on me (this blog is about ME, isn’t it?).

Valentine’s seemed like an appropriate day for all of this to come to a head. The dragon in me breathed fire as I considered the weakness of some men. Why some men need to feel needed. Why can’t they be happy with just being wanted?

I don’t need a man in my life. It doesn’t take a very sharp person to pick that up pretty quickly, I’m a bit of a man-eater. I can separate sex from love easily. I have quite a few ex’s as friends but I have just as many who are in the rear view mirror.

It’s no accident that I am the way I am. From a very young age my Mother groomed me to be a strong independent woman. I was raised in rural Nova Scotia where you were expected to get married and have kids. You could maybe be a teacher or nurse, but you better be able to cook a turkey dinner for 10 people, decorate a birthday cake like a car, get beet stains out of a table cloth and keep your husband happy. For some reason my Mother decided that I would have what ever life I wanted and all the better if it didn’t involve being a slave to a husband and kids. So she told me over and over: you need to be strong in life, take care of yourself, don’t depend on a man, do what makes you happy, etc.

Bless her soul. She created a god damn monster, didn’t she?

Maybe she laid it on a little too thick? I’ve become so strong & independent that most men just don’t know how to deal with me. Well, to those weak men who it seems I now do hold in contempt: fuck you.

Ah, that feels better…

Mistress T

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Fuck you. No really.

Who NEEDS a man when you've got a nifty pig statue!

I could toally toss this gas pump, like, the length of a football field! Roar!

This is a stick up. Give me your balls..oh, you don't have any...