bossymsbecky
None of the girls who asked me out were obvious, black leather wearing, stern faced internet porn style dommes. They are all normal women with warm friendly personalities who like to have a joke and a cuddle. I think sometimes we men get so caught up in our elaborate fantasies that we seperate sex from the rest of our lives. Guts, get fit, get solvent and tell people you like girls who are a bit bossy and if someone says "what? In be?", smile, shrug and nod. Give her a chance to come find you.
Anonymous

And indeed, those stereotypes often have less to do with what women want than with what men (think they) want. Agree with all you say, so happy to post this part II as well!

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Hi Ms B. My contribution to the debate about finding a dom gf is this. Put it out there. A fee months ago a friend who knows what I like said I acted like I difn't deserve a dom gf, that if I did I'd let people know so she could come and find me. I started to tell ppl I was looking for a girl who liked to be dominant. I wasn't creepy or crude about it but was open about what I was looking for. I've since been asked out on four dates and I'm currently seeing a girl whise feet I regularly kiss. :)
Anonymous

That sounds very encouraging! Maybe I have been too cautious when giving advice about how to go about finding a woman to serve. It certainly requires a bit of guts, but as it seems to be doing you a lot of good, I’m very happy to post your report.

Fun and games!

Fun and games!

amanitamelonie:

F yea

Pastorale

amanitamelonie:

F yea

Pastorale

I've followed your blog for about 6 months now, and I have to say, any man who knows you personally is extremely lucky. I wish more women were like you :p x
Anonymous

Probably there are more women like me than you realize - or they themselves realize!

Last Saturday

My recent post ‘Last Friday’ drew some criticial remarks, as well as a number of likes and enthusiastic messages. Quite a few people inquired about what happened the next day, so for those and only for those: here goes!

After a night in which I had slept like a baby, I woke up to the tender feeling of someone nibbling my pussy ever so delicately. I didn’t respond at first because the go-slow approach was just what I needed to start my weekend.

Yesterday’s events came back to me and for a moment I felt a slight pang of guilt for taking out my work frustrations on my bf. Not for long though, as the sweet sensation of being licked soon did away with any qualms about that. And next thing I knew I was getting extra hot reminiscing about how I had disciplined him last night.

There’s a funny paradox there: on the one hand I get seriously annoyed (I must admit) by any mistake he makes (demanding perfection is not a hollow phrase for me), on the other hand I love to correct him. I sometimes do maintenance spankings, but I rather spank for a particular reason and they always make me incredibly wet, in anticipation, administering them and thinking back about them.

After a long time I had two orgasms is succession. Once I reach my first orgasm, the next ones are easier to achieve. I could have gone for more, but instead pushed his head away. I had decided to dedicate this weekend to improving my bf and only expect more orgasms as my reward.

"That was lovely, dear. Now make me a nice breakfast." And I added with a grin: "Don’t forget to put on your new apron!" Het got out of bed with a red head and retrieved the apron from a drawer in my changing room. I bought it online a couple of weeks ago. It is a very cute little number and he looks absolutely adorable in it. I looked at him lovingly as he went off to the kitchen, his dick lifting up the front of the French maid’s garment.

While I was dozing off in the soft pillows, he prepared a very nice breakfast, consisting of a cheese and onion omelet with some roasted bread, yoghurt with crushed nuts and raisins. And a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice, another thing I can’t seem to get enough of!

He knelt down beside my bed and held the tray in front of me. I always admire him for being able to hold it very still for what’s easily half an hour. looking down and only speaking when spoken to. But I didn’t feel like talking, enjoying my breakfast in bed silently. When I was done, I asked him to make me a latte macchiato and serve it on the balcony. Like the whole house it’s got maximum privacy, so while I was sipping this vente cup of coffee, he knelt between my legs (to those feeling sorry for him already: I’ve got a little rug for that purpose) and put his head between my thighs. Within half an hour I came, half the time of what it had taken earlier in bed. Heightened sensitivity.

After a while I ordered him on his back on the bed and proceeded to tie him down.

Oh god, just found your blog a few minutes ago and already I see you ribbing someone for posting anonymously. It's hypocritical to enable the anonymous ask then complain when people use it. Yet so many tumblr narcissists do so. At least you didn't claim that this somehow bore relevance in the test of true/untrue. On another note - I think I kinda like your blog. Ima go back to reading.
Anonymous

I have ‘ribbed’  someone for posting anonymously, Anonymous? You must be mistaken, as most messages (I suppose you are referring to what I receive in my Inbox) are posted anonymously. And get replies (or not, but that is rare). And I don’t differentiate on the basis of ‘Anonymous’ or ‘Under Tumblr name’ (which is not saying much in most cases anyway).

For those interested: here is what happens when you send me a message:

- I will always send a reply, no foot kissing required! (Messages of a degrading nature or messages that are degrading to women etc. are deleted straight away and will not receive any reply, no matter the amount of foot kissing);

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- if the message and the reply are deemed sufficiently interesting for my followers I will publish them on my blog,  unless indicated otherwise by the person sending the message;

- for me to reply privately the person sending me the message must have enabled that functionality; if he/she has provided that option and has indicated “plse respond privately”  or something to that effect, I will always oblige;

- sometimes I receive a message I’d be happy to respond to privately, but not publish on my blog (for example because it’s repetitive); if the person sending me that message has not enabled the ‘private reply’ option, no response will be forthcoming, alas.

For love’s sake

For love’s sake

Satin and lace

Satin and lace

Interesting lingerie set

Interesting lingerie set