From Gracie on SK: Should you wish to participate, here are my relatively random questions:

*Whipped cream in a can, non-dairy topping in a tub, or ala mode? (And, yeah, we're talking sex play here, not a topping on the kind of pie you'd get at a diner.) Elaborate. wink*

To be honest I cringe at the idea of sticky stuff on my skin in that way. So I'd be none of the above. But, if he were to pester me about it, he would be the one wearing the ice cream.

So, you're a sex blogger, or at least a blogger not afraid to be here and respond to such questions... If you're in a serious or committed relationship, which came first: the blog or your relationship? If you're not in a serious relationship, one day you might be; when and how do you fancy divulging your blogging vice?

I'm not in a committed relationship. I tend to tell all - I'm pretty horrible at keeping secrets. So, I'd already have him reading my blog by the time things got in a committed way.

Would you rather be a superhero or a villain? Why?

A villain by far. I'm already known for being "the nice one" among family and friends. Do you know how limiting that is? Yes, I am nice, I respect others, I help others... and so on. But, if I could let go of all that I would LOVE to be the villain. Likely that's what a lot of the attraction of being Dom is. I can feel like I'm dangerous, or at least not so nice.

What's worse: marketing your blog or marketers contact you for freebie posts at your site?

I don't mind marketing my site so much. I do things my own way. I read what others say we should do and then I decide to take them seriously or not. People asking for freebies gets annoying because they don't show any care or respect for what I'm doing. They offer junk, irrelevant junk, mindless and meaningless praise and they even try spinning it all by telling me what a great favour they are doing me - letting me have free content for my site.

*What's the worst/rudest/nosiest question you've ever been asked that you refused to blog about? And will you answer it now? wink*

I have no idea. I usually answer any question. Even something kind of shocking at first will get me thinking and next thing, I've written a whole answer inside my head (if not in the blog too). 

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I began to wonder how sex robots would change things for sex workers as I was reading yet another post about female sex robots and their orifices. For men, it seems sex robots are not very different from sex workers, neither are quite human. Beyond the sex worker issue, however, will the availability of sex robots have a big impact on sex work for human sex workers?

I know, people claim men want human interaction. Sex workers say a lot of their job isn't actually sex. I think it's all in your perspective of what is sex and what is not. If you're talking about sex, catering to a client, that's still along the lines of sex. It's not a regular conversation with ups and downs about life, the universe and everything. In spite of what men say, in my experience, they want sex. The human element is annoyingly in the way. A woman can say no. A sex worker might say no, or ask for more money.

Sex robots seem ideal for men in this way.  It's like having your porn and eating it too. Store your sex robot in a closet when you're done, likely they can even be self-cleaning.

• Instead of a paying for phone sex - talk dirty to the sex bot.
• Instead of going out and picking up a sex worker, just pull the sex bot out from under the bed.
• Instead of looking at online porn and paying for it, dress up your sex bot and do whatever you want to it.

What do you think?

I'll admit right off the bat that when I first heard of the concept of a submissive journal I wasn't thrilled. It seemed too ritualistic-like (for lack of a better word) and it seemed like something that HOH's used to force on their submissive partners (example: you must write in your journal after every punishment) which I highly disagreed with. Needless to say, I wasn't a fan.

But the more I looked into the idea, the more okay with it I became. I started looking at the concept of submissive journals more as a way to help the submissive partner and less as a ritualistic punishment, and I started to see the benefits. I've also talked to several who keep a journal (by their own personal choice, not their HOH's) and after they let me know of some of the results they experienced I was beginning to become more on board with the idea. …more

My boyfriend has recently told me he's always wanted a femdom. I keen on doing this for him, but I'm not sure how to go about it. What kind of dirty talk do femdoms use, and would I get him to do anything I want him to do and not things he would want to do for me?

Fake, or not? This is one of those borderline comments. Even if it is comment spam, the question is at least relevant.

First, FemDoms may use a book of instructions but there is no guarantee we will follow them.

That's the difference between being a FemDom (I prefer Domme) or a paid sex worker. Your rules - your way, mostly. Of course, you don't set fire to him or anything extreme you may do in a fit of anger and regret later. You also take his wishes into account.

Dirty talk is a fetish. Do you like it? If so, try it out in reality and see if both of you like it. Maybe it sounded, or looked, good in pornography but doesn't work out so well in actuality. I don't really like dirty talk. I'd have more fun coming up with punishments for a dirty talker than being a dirty talker. But, I would not encourage dirty talk just for the sake of getting "punishment". …more

Originally posted to Sex Kitten.net.

He liked to be called Daddy. I was new to BDSM and kind of shy. He called me his mouse. He told me how to dress, what to do and when to do it, his way. I let him. He was happy.

We joined a local BDSM group. First we went to munches. I met other women there and that was great. Daddy would keep track of who I saw and when. He would comment on what I wore and ask me about men I met when I wasn’t with him. He would ask me if any whistled at me and then tell me to wear an even shorter skirt next time I went out.

Later we began going to scene parties where people talked openly about kinks, fetishes and role playing. Daddy liked me to wear bondage gear and show a lot of skin, even bare breasts. I didn’t really like it. But, some of the men were flattering, without being jerks about it… and I did like that.

One day several of the women began talking about having a Ladies Tea Party where any women (submissive, Dominant, or other) could attend, have a nice tea party and chat a bit. They were deciding on which men to invite to serve at the tea party. Only serving men were allowed to attend. I got an invitation to attend – BYO China teacup and saucer.

Daddy was not pleased. He said I could not go. But, I did and he came with me.

Maybe he just didn’t understand the concept of the party. Or he underestimated the women. I don’t want to say he was just a jerk forcing his way, but…

The women did not react the way he expected.

He was knocked down, stripped of his clothes and put into an adult diaper. He was collared with a thick leather strap attached to a chain leash. His wrists and ankles were manacled with a chain running between them. As he began to yell louder they muzzled him. Later, they told me it was an antique dog muzzle. They had brought everything with them, planned ahead, expecting he would force his way into the Ladies only party.

They left him bound, muzzled and stewing in a corner for the whole party. It was a lovely party. I did bring my own teacup and saucer. There were pretty sandwiches, tiny cupcakes and other treats. We talked about almost everything, not all of it about men or sex or BDSM. Though a few of the women did give a talk about women taking the Dom role in BDSM relationships. I liked that. I told Daddy how much I liked that.

He was much quieter when they freed him. He was told to clean up and he did. First he tidied the living room and then the kitchen. He washed the dainty China teacups and saucers for all the women. Last of all he wrapped up all the fancy teacups in tissue paper and gave them back to each woman along with an apology. He was very polite. Such a good boy.

I don’t call him Daddy any more.