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Dog Days of Summer Post

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Dog Days of Summer Post

I teased him.
He screamed.
I teased him some more.
He begged.
The teasing continued.
He cried.
Within the tease I came ever so close to making him think I was going to kiss him.
So much so that he could smell the cherry of my glistening lipstick a micro chasm away from his own lips.
He whimpered.

I let go of his manliness and let my fingers wander his body excitedly the way one would point their way around a newly found treasure map.

And so on, and so on.

I mean, perhaps there’s one or two of you that find such writing intoxicating and pleasureful to read , but I’ve always subscribed to the theory that a writer’s job is to entertain. Not that I profess to be a professional writer , not by any means, but since I do write constantly for this blog giving you an insight to my mind and the sessions I perform, I think at the very least , I can entertain you.

So though the last 22 “bdsm” sessions have been nothing but vanilla Tease & Denial fare, I’ve chosen not to write about them as you pretty much know what goes on in those encounters, right?

Still, there are a significant number of emails that come in from newcomers saying in some sort of manner “gosh your stories are scary , you probably find what I want – just normal Tease & Denial – to be very boring for you.”

To which I say, “no, not at all.”

In fact, I prefer the vanilla t&d sessions as they’re the easiest to do , after all , seduction is the very thing I was born to do. I doubt many girls in the world would say off the top of their head, ‘I was born to kick guys in the nuts, that’s my calling in life.” Maybe that is the true thought of a sadistic bdsm mistress , but not me. I like the teasing and seduction aspect of things.

But I don’t like writing about it.

Where’s the excitement? Where’s the twist ending, the shock value? Doesn’t exist. It’d be like you writing about your 100th trip to McDonalds and making their basic floppy cheeseburger sound somehow a nouveau delicious culinary experience.
Therefore I tend to wait , and wait some more, and in months like this – continue to wait even still – for that one exciting session to come along that breaks the mold, one truly worthy of an evening’s composition of prose at my keyboard.

But I have to write about something, else you’ll think I’ve vanished down Alice’s rabbit hole, never to return.
When I look back on 2018 it’ll no doubt be remembered as the year I fully gave up on typical force fed American junk that passes for movies these days at the theater and instead fell in love with the intellectually stimulating meals served up on Netflix, HBO , and Amazon Prime. Not that I have memberships to the two latter services, though I wish I did. I’ve been taking advantage of their free trials so that I could fill my palette with as many great choices as possible.

WestWorld , where the series Lost failed in losing itself somewhere in it’s many layers, WestWorld did a great job of managing all the time loops , flashbacks, and shocking reveals. Lost … for it’s time, was a ground breaking show, and something as original as that show perhaps had to fail hard, since nothing that complex had ever been written to the best of my limited knowledge.

 

 

I used HBO (3 days left of the trial) to also watch once again the best movie of the past year, bar none, Blade Runner 2049.

Then Wonder Woman, wishing I was even 1/2 as beautiful as her.

Ozark , was a throwback to the amazing month I had watching Breaking Bad earlier this year, and though not as satisfying, it was a pleasure to watch none the less. Thanks Netflix for laughing at Hollywood’s predictable script writing, carry on.

* My consciousness wouldn’t be clear if I didn’t take this brief moment to tell you I did spend a few nights watching teen dramas like The Vampire Diaries – just so I could scratch pussy to the hot guys. That’s how I like my soft porn, and I make no apologies for indulging myself in such brainless fluff. *

Now, lest you think I’ve become a plump couch potato – I have not missed a single training session with my personal trainer who every afternoon from 2-4pm punishes my quads like a drill sergeant and I’m more than ready for my 12 day climbing and hiking adventure in Sri Lanka – beginning on the 26th.

What else? Ah yes, the enforcement of my “no sessions any more with anyone from “that” part of the world” has begun in earnest , and I’m explaining myself and my reasons in depth to every person who kindly emails me about it. Which goes something like … hey I love your food. I love the culture, I love the uniqueness you guys bring to the world, and hell, I’d even say that Russel Peters is my favorite comedian. I’m even spending my 2 week vacation in that area of the world. But still, if there’s any “group” of people that I clash horns with more than anyone from that region, I’ve yet to encounter them. Perhaps French folk , but that’s just because none of them can ever find my super convenient condo.

In this day and age of the ever dwindling allowance for stereotyping, white washing, etc ; I’m quite well aware of how sensitive this “I ain’t seeing you” rule is. I’m sorry for that. But if I’m going to continue to do this job and not lose my sanity – as the previous head mistress did – there has to be an enjoyment factor for me, and that rule is paramount over all others. Yes this site can easily make 1/2 million per month , I’ve seen that kind of revenue come to the possession of the previous mistress with my own eyes. I’ve also seen the permanent result that catering to all without regard for the personality cost effect doing so has upon one self. The previous mistress is lost in a world of hatred , and I don’t want to end up like that.

There absolutely has to be a fun factor with what I do. I need to have that feeling – most nights – of wanting to go down the elevator to the lobby to see what devilish delights the next two hours will bring. The very second I start to think “god how do I survive these next two hours” , I cease to truly be a mistress, wouldn’t you say?

I’d say the one thing that’s changed the most with how I run this business of mine , year over year, is the scrutinizing of individuals via email to see if indeed it’s a session that I’d like to do with them. Whereas I used to say no to perhaps 15% of session requests, I’d say it’s well over 60% now. But here I am, still working as a Mistress, still loving it, and still wanting to improve. Since it looks like I’m in this for the long haul, some rules have to be set , and that’s what I’ve gone ahead and done.

Lastly, the video experiment I threw up on Twitter went very well, and once I’m back in September , the next thing that’ll be changing on the site is you’ll be able to access video content through purchase by way of Amazon Gift Cards.

 

 

I like to keep control of absolutely everything , and this way I can release things that are super private to me – to only those I know personally , and still – that content remains in my control – ie: not copyable. So look for that next month.

Umm, my book is still on Chapter 3. That’s definitely an end-of-year project.

And that’s that. I’ll try to get out one more story before I hand things over to Mistress Wael to post as she sees fit while I’m gone. Enjoy the end of your summer, see if you can make it to Labour Day without touching it – tall order indeed.

Xx

 

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