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Hello all you little worms.  I've been away for a bit and I know some of you have been naughty little boys....while the cat's away, the subbies can't play properly, can they?  I'm still looking for my one-and-only to collar and make mine on a permanent basis. 

A new year, and a new page.  Time for a new start.  This Domme has decided to seek that one special sub, 24/7.  One to make her own.  If you are of the same mindset, message me.  Let's talk.

Happy New Year everyone....any M.D.s out there by chance?  Message me, I have a question for you....

You know, a lot of people ask me about myself all the time, what I'm really like.  In public, I'm a shy, refined Southern woman.  Very much a lady, private, with gentle, soft manners, airs and graces.  Immensely likeable with I chose to be.  No one would ever guess what I really think and feel behind my quiet public facade.  I purposely keep it that way.  Because underneath, I'm really a hellcat with a hair-trigger temper when I'm crossed or angry.  I may be soft-spoken and introverted, but I'm also highly opinionated and quite forceful when pushed.  I don't suffer fools.  I'm a fighter underneath, very independent and take no shit whatsoever.  Sex is the perfect outlet for my aggressive nature.  Men may think they rule the world, but we all know who REALLY does--women.  Women just let men think they do.  The enternal joke.

Happy Holidays.  How are all you little worms and subbies doing?  Any good holiday parties going on with lots of toys under the bushes for you to play with?  I'm in a feisty mood these days, would love to torture just the right subbie--provided that Santa bring me one spineless enough to accept whatever I dish out.  Too many of you backtalk and complain--naughty, naughty boys.  I don't tolerate it.  I've learned a few new knot tricks with my pantyhose lately.  Also acquired some new, colorful kitchen implements that should leave just the right mark on someone's ass.  What fun.  Spread eagle, tied up, and blindfolded is what I'm looking for.  I already have the bullwhip on stayby should some subbie speak without permission.     

Why are men so visually driven?  Of all the elements that make up a woman, looks seem the most important to a man.  It's all about sexual desire, isn't it?  When a man meets a woman, he mentally undresses her in his mind.  And if she's not appealing to him sexually, he doesn't invest any further time in chasing her.  So tell me guys, why are looks #1 over personality, intelligence, humor, charm, etc.?  Looks fade with age, but once she attracts you and captures your attention is that the image that forever stays in your mind?

Guys, isn't the heat awful?  Hoping it will abate by end of next week.  Read a story a day or so ago where a highway buckled from the extreme temps--was even a short video clip of the auto airborne.  Incredible.  Plus, lack of rain on top of all the blazing temps...downright scary.  Sure makes travel a lot less fun, doesn't it?  I never really wanted to have a pool at my house, but lately I'm sure wishing I did have one.  Think I would stay in it all day!

I am the poet of the woman, the same as the man; And I say it is as great to be a woman as it is a man; And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.  Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

"Parting is all we know of heaven--And all we need of hell."     Emily Dickinson

Hey folks......have company camped out on me through the holiday so may be on-line only sporatically till they leave.  Going to be cooking and entertaining up a storm.....catch up with all of you later!

Hey folks,

Wishing you all a safe and happy holiday weekend.  Imagine some of you will probably skip town early to avoid the rush and traffic.  Heat supposed to be murderous around these parts next few days.  Going to try to find somewhere cool to hide out!  Take care and be good!

Listen up you toads who keep messaging me wanting free cyber--cut it out.  I have better things to do than waste my time entertaining your lame asses.  If you want message me, fine, ok, but do politely without offers to show me your teenie weenies.  If I wanted to see a teenie weenie, I can open a can of Beenie Weenies!  And for those of you on the other side of the world confessing your love and devotion, get a fucking life.  Unless you want to come here, or send me a plane ticket there, get lost bitches.

Happy 4th everyone.  Got your sparklers and firecrackers ready to go?  Anybody grilling out something good?  How about weenies?  Bet some of you subs would love to have your weenies branded by your mistress, eh? 

Hey all you subs and slaves.  Wishing you all an early happy holiday.  Know quite a few of you like to party and probably started celebrating already.  As for me....who knows?  Was hoping to get the hell out of Dodge and on a plane before now.  But I hope to jump on one very soon.  So who is going to be the lucky sub/slave who gets to see me?  Can anybody guess which country I'm visiting next?  I'll give you a hint.  This city currently houses one of three known copies to exist of Caravaggio's The Taking of Christ.  Seen it before and will see it again--know which city I'm going now?

Time is fleeting.  Moments seem like eternity, but in the memory only a second.  Grasping and holding onto to something precious and trying to work so hard to keep it only serves to make it more precious.  Yet, time takes it all away in an instant and leaves only that second of joy remaining, that feeling implanted in the heart and seared in the brain.  Bittersweet and short.  Memory of the moment.  And it never can be relived.  Time marches on.

I finally came to the conclusion today that the majority of men I've known throughout my life have been liars.  Oh not in a mean way....just full of crap, not wanting to tell me the whole truth about themselves.  A guy I've been friends with for well over 10 years still can't be up-front with me, in spite of my telling him over and over just to speak his mind.  Why is that???  Seems like men turn into little boys around middle age.  Oedipal complex.  All looking for approval, looking for their mommies or something.  Hiding bad things.  Geez, give me a break.  Like I care.  Makes me ill to think about it.  That's the one thing I don't put up with.  A liar.  Just tell me the truth to my face.  I can deal with anything but a lie.  Tell me once and I'll forgive you.  Tell me twice and I'm done with you.  Goodbye and piss off, pal.  Good luck pulling it on someone else.  I have no use for it in my life.  I don't and won't put up with it.

Hey ya'll.  Well, it's Friday the 13th.  Hate to say it, but I am a little superstitious.  Stayed away from ladders, black cats, salt and all that stuff.  Whew.  Feel better at the stroke of midnight. 

Was watching the news today and it occurred to me that these so-called lawyers and professional people involved in the shooting case in Florida all seem to have the worse grammar I've ever heard.  How does someone make it through law school when their vocabulary is that of a two-year old?  I mean, come on.  And the fact that this guy has been all over the news networks giving interviews and keeps repeating the same dumb stuff is just laughable.  For instance,  earlier in the week CNN has a short interview with this guy and asked him if he thought someone should be arrested in this particular case.  He says yes he thinks an "enema-mint" should be done.  Huh?  Oh, you mean imminent, right.  Whew.  Guess he's got crap on his brain because he said it more than once exactly the same way.  Too funny.

Slowly building up my equipment inventory.  Added a riding crop to my collection.  However, I've found it's more powerful that it appears.  Can take skin off.  So I've had to learn to use it with a lighter touch.  Think I like it more than the whip.  Easier to handle.   

Hello all you subbies....I'm back.  Been away and busy.  Did you miss me?  I'm still on the hunt for a nice, reliable subbie to obey me. 

Happy New Year everyone.  Here's to hoping everyone's sexual fantasies come true!  I've added one more item to my list of resolutions this year--I want a sub for hard, heavy sex.

Read a funny story today about a guy who pulled up to a drive-through window and tossed a dead squirrel in the place.  Seems the cashier thought the squirrel was fake so the guy told her it wasn't, then proved it.  The cops were called, crime-scene photos taken, and the guy busted.  With all the crap going on in the world, a guy get busted for a prank.  Holy moly!

Well, I was going to write something nice in this blog, but changed my mind.  A few of you have told me I'm too mean and nasty.  The only thing I can say to that is if I'm too rough-sounding, it's because I've dealt with plenty of you whom have been mean and nasty to me.  Takes one to know one, right?  You get what you give.  Anyway, I'm tired of all the games and online crap being dished out. 

Well, the holidays are upon us.  Christmas shit is everywhere.  Tinsel, bows, lights.  Can't get the spirit this year.  Wishing Santa would drop a sub in my stocking.  One I can keep.

Hello subbies.....where oh where is the subbie I dream of...  The perfect sub who will bring me a steaming cup of coffee the moment I wake up and massage my feet while I enjoy it.  Who has my breakfast prepared when I rise from bed.  Who has dinner on the table at the time I normally eat.  Who runs to the bedroom at night and turns down the bed for me, eagerly waiting for me to command him sexually.  Who drives me around shopping, following, toting my packages and bags.  Who makes sure I take my vitamins every day.  Who makes sure my home is well kept and always clean and inviting.  Who knows how to entertain my guests.  Who has a sense of humor and loves to attend parties with me.  Who takes care of me when I am sick.  Who loves adventure and change.  Who knows, most of all, that I am his focus in life.  His goddess.  Does he exist?  I want to own this subbie and make him mine forever.

Read an article this morning where they found another Mayan artifact referencing 2012.  Researchers downplaying the Apocalypse aspect.  Emphasizing--as their ancestors did--cycles of change and talk of cosmos.  Said this fragment was actually discovered years ago, and has never been on display.  Mmmmmmm, wonder why (sounds like a Mexican version of Roswell to me--I for one am suspect in their motives).  Interesting to note they did mention this bricks information on 2012 correlates with a previous find in a different site.  The researchers previously made light of the the doomsday prophecy by putting it in more metaphorical terms--saying that on 12/21/12 will be a time of upheaval and change, rather than end of the world.  Now with the revelation of the 2nd confirmation, they're getting a little more serious sounding.  Saying that one of the Mayan Gods associated with war and creation "will descend from they sky."  Mmmmm, I am curious as to why they have kept the artifact under wraps all this time, and also why the are suddenly leaking it out.  Catholic guilt?  A warning to all sinners to get prepared?  That now they do believe some cataclysmic physical event will occur?  Do you know the same Apocalyptic date is referenced in the Bible and the I Ching.  Other cultures believe and predict the end of the world on that date as well.  Very unusual.

Blah, blah, blah.  The day after Thanksgiving is always so blah, isn't it?  Unless you join the ignorant masses at Wal-Mart in all the 'Black Friday' shopping shit, there's not much else, is there?  Personally, I think the terrorists should target Wal-Mart.  I'd like to see those fucking stores bombed.  Especially the super-sized ones.  They roll into town and put every little grocery and hardware store out of business.  All that crap in their commercials--"I can get everything I need in one store"---yeah, but how much do you fucking need?  How many fucking cheap ass clothes can you wear?  The buggies are 1/3 larger than regular grocery store buggies, so that subliminally encourages people to fill them up.  Thus, you always end up buying more shit than what you came in for.  The aisles and parking are always packed.  Plus, the parking lots always have baby diapers full of shit laying around--I'm not kidding either, I've seen them and stepped on them.  And you have to walk 1/2 mile to the other side of the store--shit, what's the use?  I always feel dirty and and anxious after shopping at one of them.  People block the dam aisles and talk so I end up ramming their asses with the buggy so I can get by.  Oh, and the other selling tactic they used to use--price rollback.....   Shitttttttt  More like price rollup.  Once I compared several of their items against a Food Lion store across the street.  Turns out Food Lion was much cheaper.  But then they closed shortly thereafter because fucking Wal-Mart took their business.  Why won't Americans wake up and boycott that mother fucking place???

I was thinking today of past conversations with some of the guys here.  So many of you have told me how lonely you are.  How you long to have a woman to come home to and pamper and wait on hand and foot.  How you want and need a dominate woman to satisfy all of your sexual fantasies.  A strong woman who knows deep down just how insecure you really are underneath all that blustering bravado, false confidence, and pretentiousness you project onto the world every day.  A woman who knows--most of all--most of you are really little boys.  N'est pas?

Well, here we are again.  Another holiday weekend approaches and no date.  Dang, it's so hard being single around the holidays, isn't it?  Especially Christmas.  Shit.  Christmas is so commercialized now.  And targeted for kids and families.  A real bummer for singles.  Do you ever see commercials with products and events just for singles?  Fuckkkkkkk no.  (well, I take that back--Tampax, Kotex, and Summer's Eve douche mabye...).  Everything is so fucking family-friendly in this country now.  Singles are rapidly becoming the biggest minority (next to the obese).  I usually end up hibernating at home alone to get away from all that crap.  And Valentine's Day---oh shit--don't even get me started on that fucking day.  I think all the florists have banded together and put out subliminal messages to make women think that if you don't get flowers, no man desires you.  You must look like Quasimoto or something.  Anyway, my bitch blog of the day.  Some ignorant dickhead told me a few weeks' back I have a sandpaper heart.  That mother fucker.  What did he know.  Nah, it's more like asbestos now.  Studded with stainless steel poisoned-tipped spikes.  I've toughened up a bit more since then. 

Hey all you subbies....I'm back--again!  Been low and not feeling well so I've been off the grid for a few weeks getting myself back together.  I'm sifting through all the nice emails you thoughtful subbies have been sending, so be patient!  I'll get around to answering you one at a time.  Line up, you little worms.  I'm ready to take you back on.  Ohhhhh, and forgot to mention that I'm even bitchier than before since I haven't had any attention or SEX.  So one or more of you better get your ass to me so I can work out some aggression.  

Hello folks--Sorry I have been away so long.  Been sick the last few weeks and missing all of you.  And my house is a mess!  Where are all the sweet domestic subs when you need them?  

Hey peeps?  Anyone have any special plans for the weekend?  Any fun fall festivals going on anywhere? 

Was thinking this morning I've been looking for Mr. Right all my life, and whatever I've been doing obviously hasn't worked since he hasn't materialized.  So now I'm gonna change tactics.  Just stop looking altogether and let him come to me if he's out there.  If there is such a man?  I'm beginning to wonder...

OK...here's a question for all you guys reading my little blogs.  Why is it that some men don't always make a move when they see a woman they want to ask out.  Oftentimes, I've talked to guys, only to find out they said they wanted to ask me out loads of times earlier, but couldn't muster up the nerve to ask.  Huh?  What?  I don't get it.  When I want something I'm usually pretty vocal about it.  Seems to me it would be even more so for men.  If you like a woman and want to see her, why not go ahead and make a move?  Somebody please explain this one to me, because I sure don't understand it.  Why waste time?  Aren't guys worried the woman they like will get away, or someone else will date her?  Or is it because guys are waiting for something better to turn up????

Perception.  Why is it people think that just because someone is single--such as myself--I must be rolling in dough and have plenty of money?  Well folks, I'm here to tell you that's not the case.  I'm single, yeah.  Have been all my life but I have to watch what I spend very closely.  And that is because I am totally self-supporting.  Plus, I'm in a higher tax bracket because I don't have kids--legitimate or illegitimate.  So if you have them, I'm paying for yours, too.  Most everything I buy to wear and furnish my home with comes from yard sales, thrift store bins, clearance racks, or store defect sales.  I've had to make the most of what little money I have in order to try and dress myself nicely.  It's certainly challenging and I don't like it much, but necessity drives need.  Sure, I'd love to be able to stroll in a department store with my American Express, buy whatever I want without having to worry about the price tag-- hose, sexy dresses, brand-name purses and shoes, nice coats, evening gowns, fine perfume, quality jewelry--but I can't.  No one is picking up the tab for me.  I have to think of my home and car first.  Taxes, insurance, upkeep, repairs.  Just plunked down $4,000 for a new roof.  Understand now?  I may not be the most fashionable, but at least I have pride and pay my own way.   Have to.  Men sure aren't clamoring to buy me such things.  And I'm not so sure I'd let them anyway.

Addendum 9/5/11: Note to all of you messaging me with crap, trying to justify your kids and their schools, community benefits, societal good, etc.-- piss off.  When you start doing the same for me--paying for my health care, education, food, shelter, etc.-- I'll gladly come down from my soapbox and quit bitching about part of my income going to YOUR kids' schools, shelters, WIC, food stamps, Medicare, and other various and sundry handouts.  How's that?  If you can't afford them, you shouldn't have had them.  Get another job and pay for them. 

Happy Labor Day everyone.  I've never looked at Labor Day as a day to celebrate by taking off of work.  To me, it signals the beginning of fall.  Cooler weather and beautiful colors.  Leaves changing.  Brisk chill in the air in the mornings.  Breaking out the blankets and sitting by the fire.  Crackling warmth.  Now, all I need is a snuggle buddy on the couch beside me.

Ok folks....I've decided to talk about the BIG one so I imagine I'll get quite a few bombastic mails from some of you off of this one too!  Anyway, here goes, hang onto your drawers...   Let's talk about love.  What exactly is it?  As far as I can tell, there are two types: familial love for family and friends--the deep bonding love that comes from spending time with one another and tolerating and growing affection for all the foibles each of us has; and then there is the love of a potential mate--where one bonds with someone else to complete and enhance what is missing in his or her life.  So outside of familial love, how do you know if you are really "in love" (or in a state of feeling it) when assessing your potential mate?  What constitutes the ultimate definition--the test?  Many people have told me throughout the years, "You'll just know."  Huh, what?  What the hell does that mean. So is it a mental yearning for another?  The need to want to be with the person constantly and know every minute detail?  To hear their voice and want to be in their presence constantly?  Or does it also become physical ache?  Movies often portray disenchanted lovers in agony--like they were just zapped with a cattle prod or something...  Anyway, I think, based on what I've read and heard throughout the years, that for men and women, love is quite different.  Women seem to have the market on the mental expression--emotions off the charts, the tears and hissy fits and drama until dawn.  Men seem to exhibit the physical signs--the need to act, to chase, or find the woman of his dreams no matter the cost.  But are these true signs on love?  From what I've seen and heard so far, relationships based on the idea that these are signs of true love sure don't last.  They burn hot, but also burn out fast.  No substance, no staying power, no longevity.  Usually within six months, then flame out.  Pfffttt.  But what if the two roles were reversed?  Intriguing idea, eh?  In the world of BDSM, some of these seem to work.  Sounds like the ultimate litmus test to me.  Shit, for the smart person, coming up with a kit to test if you are in love before embarking on a full-blown relationship would make you an instant millionaire, for sure.  Forget the preggie test, or DNA--who's my daddy crap.  I'd sure pull out my American Express and dial 800 up to get it.  Wouldn't you?

Been following news of the hurricane with much trepidation.  After having endured the wrath of Hugo 22 years ago-- including both sides of its eye-- I can assure you a category 4 is no laughing matter.  Feeling like I want to catch a flight out of here, like right now!  Wish I had someone here with me this time to ride it out and keep my mind off of it. 

Somebody asked me the other day what I do with all my time now that I'm retired.  What the f.....???  All my time???  I wanted to knock him over and ask him what the hell he thought I did, sit on my arse?  Don't know how many times I've been asked that dumb assed question.  Geeezus, why are some people so curious what I do all day.  It's called daily life, morons.  Cooking, cleaning, shopping, mowing the yard, washing the car, running errands, and paying bills like everyone else.  Of course if I had a housekeeper, a gardner, a personal shopper, an accountant,etc.,  things would certainly be different, wouldn't they?  Then I really COULD sit on my arse and paint my nails; I'd have time then.  As it is, I have to do all my own shit.  Got it now???

You know, I don't understand it.  I've just had the 3rd guy in a row ask me today if the picture of my legs is fake.  Said he doesn't believe I'm 56.  Well, folks, I'm here to tell you I am 56....and I ain't lyin'.  So ram it you rude bastards.  If you're after plastic, go get a blowup.  I'm all woman -- and a real one.    

Here I sit on another Saturday.  Back from shopping and wondering what I should I do to fill my hours other than chores.  Some days I push myself to stay busy and not even take time to eat when I have things on my mind.  Work until Im dripping sweat and exhauted.  Trying to get over this empty feeling inside, I suppose.  Like theres a piece of me missing.  I never really truly felt it until a year ago.  Must be my age getting to me, time slowing down and now I really feel it physically.  Wanting someone to grow old with perhaps.  Anyway, bad thinking for a Domme!  News of another old flame marrying stunned me yesterday.  Over the years several of my exes ran to the alter shortly after a breakup with me.  All of them married submissives from what I gather.  Maybe, I am too mannish for men anymore...

Ok rant time.  You know, Ive often had people ask me throughout the years why Ive never married.  You know what Im talking about...especially when I was young, beautiful and innocent. They would look at me with incredulous astonishment like something must be wrong with me and ask why not.  Id always tell them I had yet to meet someone I could fully trust to let in and share my life.  When its right its right--and when its wrong its horrible.  Now that I am a middle-aged woman, I dont get the question as much, but when I do the reaction is much different.  Now I can feel them looking at me and thinking... is something wrong?...is she or isnt she a lesbian?...  nobody wants her...  Why cant people accept that if a woman makes a choice to be single because she wont settle for less that something must be wrong with her?  I would rather be selective and wait than hook up just to save face with some guy with a string of divorces and a pack of kids behind him....Geez.  Been around more than a dirty old dishrag at a Chinese joint.  Nasty.  Um, no thanks.  Or should I just go ahead and get married to the next one who asks, use him up, then toss him aside and get another?  So many women do, you know.   Especially for monetary reasons.  So for all my faults, folks, at least I can never lay claim to being a user.  I do have some self-respect and pride and pay my own way through life.  So guys, think twice next time you peel the wad to pay--what is that womans real ulimate motive...you or your wallet?

Why is it some men forget how much simple pleasures and courtesies mean to women?  You know, I'm Domme, but I'm still a woman and like feminine things--perfume, flowers, candy, cards, sexy underwear, having my doors opened, etc.  Been over 10 years since I received flowers, and I can't even remember the last time I got perfume or something sexy to wear.  Just because I'm big and tall and vocal about what I like and dislike doesn't mean I've lost my gender.  Any man worth his salt--whether sub, slave, or ultra alpha--should know and show a little thoughtfulness on occasion.  Every woman deserves to be held in esteem and remembered from time-to-time for her sexuality.  Anybody else with me on this one?

Summer is here for sure!  Muggy hot, humid, and sticky.  Right now, I'd love a cool shower, a massage, and freshly chilled panties from the freezer to put on.

Happy 4th everyone.  I'm out-of-town visiting the folks, playing the generic old-maid aunt.  Feel like I lead a double life.  Pure white vanilla by day, requiring proper reserve and politeness.  And black-hearted Domme at night, yearning to unleash myself.  Some days I feel like reversing the two.  Wonder what would happen....?

Someone told me today that my journal entries leaned towards contempt for men.  Needless to say, I was quite taken aback, but realized there is a kernel of truth in what he said.  But I think my contempt is aimed at the workplace and the inequitable salaries paid to women for the same or superior work.  I've personally trained several men in management only to see them vault over me in positions with raises.  So folks, don't worry -- I love men.  I just hate that they make MORE MONEY than me for the SAME F--KING WORK.  That's all. 

Sitting here on another dateless Saturday night, wondering where all the fun people are at....in particular, a fun man!  I'm feeling like an animal.  Oh boy, do I have the urge to touch, taste, and smell a man right now.  Strip him naked, sink my blood-red nails in his buttocks, and bite his neck.  The pizza delivery boy better stay away from my door tonight...I'll take him with or without his pepperoni...

I remember reading about all the physiological changes the body goes through during sex in a psychology class in college.  All the peaks and valleys women and men experience during foreplay, climax, and release.  But what I found most interesting is that only women are multi-orgasmic, capable of climaxing many times over and over after initial release with only a mere touch to their genitals.  On the other hand, men peak once and are in a state of something akin to a coma afterwards.  Goes to show you that women are the superior in bed as well...

I always believed men are visual creatures, led by their anatomy and not by their brains. I think this is true for a man whether he is 18 or 80.  Whereas, women are much more cerebral and are attracted to mental qualities first--at least mature women anyway.   The cruel irony in life is that the older women get, the less attractive most men find them.  What many don't realize is that women are just starting to know their power and sexuality in their 40s and 50s.  They know what they want and don't shy away from expressing it.  Men should take note of the great equalizer: in the dark, women are all the same no matter our ages.  

I've met some interesting people in here over the last few days, but the majority are just looking for someone to cyber with---sheesh.  Is there one sincere, intelligent man out there who wants a real mate to love and explore all of their fantasies and desires together?  Someone mature....no matter the age.  And folks, no Oedipal requests, no "Mommie Dearest" role-play requests online, please.  Don't waste my time.  Even though I'm big and tall, I'm not your Mommy and have no wish to be.  You already have one, OK?  Go home.  I want a man, not a kid.

I discovered this site recently and found an immediate affinity and understanding, something akin to my true nature.  I now know that I am a "natural" dominant woman--not made.  I'm used to calling the shots in life and have never, ever let men lead me around.  In the vanilla world my bossy ways have cost me relationships, promotions, and friendships.  I am also interested in attending organized BDSM events both domestic or international to meet others in the lifestyle.