I get this question a lot. So much, it’s almost surprising I’ve not tackled it before now. Though, perhaps, because I really don’t have much of an answer. For me, it doesn’t seem to so much be activity-oriented as it is geared toward a certain individual. To wit, I enjoy just about anything with my boyfriend — be it over-the-top kinky, or almost vanilla. I had a great time getting to explore Domina M‘s wonderful nickel talons with the lovely bound Guinevere — likely because there’s a good deal of sisterly affection. Had I been trying out my domina chops with someone less pleasant, or overly critical, it wouldn’t have been nearly the fun, esteem-building experience it was.

Of course, I run into an issue then in my professional life when asked that famous question: ‘What do you enjoy, Mistress?’ What the hell do I enjoy? Are there any activities that are entirely independent of whether or not I’m enjoying them with a particular person, or type of person? There might be, but, considering I choose not to play (seriously) outside of my relationship, I’m much more aware of those that I know I share with my boyfriend only. Strap-on’s a good example. It’s definitely something I love to do — especially for the effects it has upon him and his behaviour — but only with him. Though, oddly enough, I do love to talk about it. Actually, my NiteFlirt callers get that quite a lot (more…)

Like many others, I hate assholes. I’m an enforcer, or ‘punisher’ personality, as they say, so I’ve come to terms with my own driving inclination, and at times, need, to take vigilante action against those I’ve perceived ‘doing wrong’ according to my own subjective morality. (That’s a crucial element, incidentally.) Of course, this was more of an issue in my adolescence. Eventually, I grew up; in doing so, I learned that there’s a time and place for everything, and as much as I’d love to don skin-tight latex and set about punishing all of those men in the world that deserve it ( … hey, wait a minute … ) I have to accept that this is neither sane nor very feasible. (Though, what woman doesn’t occasionally fantasise about being a dominatrix superhero? I mean, I know I’m not alone in this.) All jesting aside, there are those less evolved and immature enforcer types who’ve not yet gotten the memo. Recently, I had the (mis)fortune of briefly working with of them.

Now, I may be opportunistic when it comes to flexing my own punisher-muscle, but I’m hardly petty. So, names will be ommitted to protect the guilty. (The very, very guilty.)

Our story begins on a typical day — of course, for a pro-domme, that could be anything. He contacted me in the usual way, and I gave the benefit of the doubt, despite such fantastical nature of his claims. Plus, it’s always a bonus when they can spell correctly and utilise proper grammar. (Of course, so could Ted Bundy. Moving on.) Well, I was intrigued, although I can’t say I really wanted to work with him. Something felt … off. So much so that I contacted a friend of mine, the lovely Guinevere the Severe out of NYC, who heard my concerns and gave wonderful advice which supported my own suspicions: it really didn’t matter what everything else seemed; if I felt even the slightest bit off, it was hardly worth the money from the business transaction.

So, I kept that in mind and proceeded with caution. (more…)