I don't think people need a lot of the extreme sort of fetishes. What it all comes down to is him being at the mercy of my whim, desire, or mood. All a Domme really needs to do is put him at risk in some way and keep him wondering. I have so many scenarios in my mind for play in public, in private, with gadgets or without, using language or total silence, etc. There is so much that can be done with the simplest and most ordinary things. Just sit him in a chair, blindfolded. Whisper about what you might be doing. No way for him to know if I'm doing anything more than checking my email or not...

Men who can't let go and insist on having a huge list of fetishes and then giving directions and instructions spoil the whole thing. They make it bland and predictable. As the Domme it becomes a role you play, like reading a script. After awhile you're really just waiting for him to be done so you can go off and check email or something more interesting.

Being a Domme isn't about being superior or worshiped. I think it's about him knowing his place and we both like him there.

I think it's one of the things women tend to forget too. I don't know if any/ every woman could be a Domme but I tend to think it is there in each of us. But, it's a balance of finding what really does please us versus tipping the scale and doing what he wants to make him happy. I like to be myself, so being worshiped isn't going to work for me. Not that I would get a swelled head but I just would lose that feeling of being me.

A story more horror than erotica. Originally posted to Sex Kitten (2003 - 2004) This really was written at the time I was getting a divorce.

That was when she looked at websites about disposing of bodies. Not that he was quite a body, he was still breathing after all. But... she was only curious really.

His head was heavier than expected, kind of like a really big cabbage she'd once cooked for making cabbage rolls. She had a hard time fitting it into the pot, the cabbage, not his head. Although, cooking him was an alternative under consideration. What do you do with an extra husband after all? Once the marriage was over, he became kind of disposable, like an extra toaster after the wedding. You could always give it away, but somehow that seemed so small minded. Why saddle someone else with your spare toaster? Even more so with a used toaster, one you had cleaned up after, slept with and all that other labour and time not so well spent. Maybe, it was really more like having a sixth finger than an extra toaster. Imagine how awkward that sixth finger would be? Holding a pen would be like a wrestling match and typing would be, well... interesting. …more

I've been writing for the Sex-Kitten network since 2003, took some time away from it and then started up again. The old content has been pushed into an archive (which you can find it you look for it but no one would know to look). So, I am reposting it to my own blog.

The posts are both fiction and non-fiction. They were written at a different time in my life and some of my opinions and ideas may have evolved since these were originally posted. Not much though. I've always been pretty true to what I really believe - only my understanding changes as I see the facts differently. The fiction, of course, is just fun. Fun to write and I had fun reading it again and remembering when I wrote it.

I was going to link them here, but they aren't that hard to find here and there on my site.

I used to write for a site called BackWash. There was the general side, then came along other versions and offshoots: kids, pets, lit (for snobs) and adult. The adult spin off was the first to branch out from the main site. I wrote there (I wrote on original, adult and kids - at one point there were three of me).

Anyway, when I wrote for Adult BackWash my login was Spirit of the Night and I called my regular column, Bait and Switch. It was fun most of the time. I wish I still knew where a few of other others from Adult BW are now. I have only kept in touch with one of them.

Rather than continue dragging along the backstory, here is what I found today from the debris of the old site. This is a poll I put up. I still like it.

This image is not clickable - it is cut and pasted from the original (which used to be clickable). If you want to answer, leave it in the comments.