*I'm not looking to meet anyone here just keeping a profile up for the sake of having a login on the site.

For me D/s (domination and submission) are fun. There should be humour, laughter, creativity and exploration. In a Domme/ sub relationship if the woman is playing by his rules, his program, etc then she should at least be getting paid for her time, or allowed to bring along a book to read for the really boring parts.*

Too many times I've given men a chance and ended up with nothing or less than nothing (hope lost). For anyone who is sincere about wanting to meet someone the worst place to spend your time are the very sites which should be your best resource to find someone. The sites are packed with trolls who either want to screw around online only or want to find a woman to screw, physically without actually bothering to know her name or anything else about her.

I don't want to be a woman screwed. If he wants online only he can stay there. If he wants to screw in person he can get a doll at a sex shop. I'm not willing to become a non-person so some walking dickhead can get a screw or screw around.

Yes, I am somewhat bitter. Mostly I'm just annoyed and out of patience with selfish, little men. Sadly, that seems to be pretty much all you find online. I have met very few who could prove to be otherwise).

I wrote The Fly in the Room and thought it was a complete story. But, I had a request for a part two. So here it is...

He said his name was Fred. Of course it wasn't. I found that out when I noticed a pile of mail on a side table by the door. I'll call him Fred because he does look something like a caveman and his expectations were primitive too.

Fred was freshly cleaned up and showered but he had not done much about brushing his hair, cleaning under his fingernails or trimming his finger and toenails. Poor grooming has always been a turn off for me. As it turns out most other women feel the same way. That was how I had met and become friends with a few other local Dominant women. We were all annoyed with the local men who expected so much and returned so very little. Not even bothering to dress up or clean up, as if we should be satisfied with so little.

None of us were professionals, though each of us had considered it for the amount of money the professional FemDoms claimed to make. I was surprised a man would pay that much for services rendered. But, that was before I understood the big difference between paid FemDoms and women like myself and my friends who have a personal interest versus a professional/ paid job.

The professionals read from a script. They get their orders from the men and they do the things the men expect, in the way they expect them. This is actually what most men consider to be Domination by a woman. That was a big disappointment for me. What was the point of it all if I did it all his way? I wasn't settling for that dull routine. I did play online awhile - until I got so bored I became angry with the men for being so bland, so thoughtless and stupid. I could not believe how ignorant and self centred they were.

I did not agree to meet with Fred until I was sure he understood what male submission is. I drilled it into him that things would be my way. He said that was all he wanted. He said all the right stuff but obviously he meant none of it. I doubt he cared at all about me, who I am and what I want. He expected this to be all about himself and his needs. Just look how he greeted me at the door! Nude and groveling, a little man maggot.

I was so angry I could not speak for a few minutes. Then I just wound down and decided to leave. I left him waiting, expecting something. I left him with his butt in the air, his legs open and his nose pressed to the carpet, the dirty looking carpet in his home. I left him to play with himself because it was obvious I didn't really need to be there for him to experience the Domination he wanted.

I had driven back out to the main street of town before I changed my mind. I parked the car and made a few phone calls. Across the street was a handy Dollar Store so I picked up a few things, some for myself while I was waiting and some for Fred and my friends. I had given them his address and by the time I got back both of them were already there, dressed to kill. Poor, stupid Fred was going to get what he expected and a lot more.

I opened the door and the poor idiot was still where I had left him. But, I bet he had been wondering while he waited. I'm sure this had not gotten him actually thinking though. His cock was still hard and he was squirming around. I admit, I do like the squirming.

A fly was buzzing around was the only sound, other than Fred's breathing. I said nothing but I wanted him to know he was not alone in the room. I made sure of it as the three of us walked a circle around him. When he tried to take a peek I put the blindfold on him, making it just a bit on the tight side. I was still angry.

"Mistress..." He said, with a little concern in his voice.

I didn't answer but one of the other women gave him a body check which nearly sent him sprawling from his kneeling position. None of us were feeling particularly patient with Fred. We snapped the collar and leash on him. It was a choke collar which I had been happy to find in the Dollar Store. I had never used one before. The collar I wanted to use on a male was made of chain but did not choke. It was a collar for leading around a male I could be proud of. Fred was not that guy.

I pulled the leash, making the collar tighten around his neck. He made a fake-sounding gagging noise so I pulled harder. I think that was when the little maggot began to wonder if this wasn't all just a fantasy game all for him. I wanted him to wonder, I wanted him to realize this was not all about his needs.

"Get up on your knees, maggot Fred." I demanded.

One of the other women pulled his arms around his body, as if he were hugging himself. While she held them there the other woman put on the restraints. In this position he could remain in the bondage a long period of time with his hands and arms mostly out of commission. Next she smacked his face, I don't think it was too hard but the maggot gasped and opened his mouth to complain. I stuck the dildo gag in while his mouth was still open and I pushed it in deep. He gagged for real that time. He started to struggle as I snapped it in place. By then it was already too late for maggot Fred.

"Is this the part where I tell you what a good boy you are, Fred? Sorry, it's not going to happen quite the way you planned today. Stand up!"

He had a hard time standing from the kneeling position. Without his arms to balance and push himself up he made a spectacle of himself. He'd told me how fit he was, how much he worked to keep in shape but... Fred had quite the beer gut for a guy who told me he went to the gym every day. He would be too heavy for us to lift, and really... none of us wanted to haul him around.

We had a great cage, with wheels. It was something I had seen on a BDSM website. I ordered it, even though it had cost me almost a month of rent money. This would be the first time I would get to use it. It wasn't too heavy to have brought it from my place when it was still empty. So I had also brought a furniture mover's dolly which could raise it up to get it to roll into the back of my truck once we loaded Fred into the cage. Getting him in there took some work. First, because he did start to struggle. Second, I discovered it was tougher to get a struggling man through the small door of the cage than it would have been with a man who wanted to go there. So, I just used Fred's own stupidness against him.

I grabbed his cock, squeezed it and stroked it until he settled down. He was back to being stiff and hard and drooling with precum. I lead him by his cock and pulled him into the cage. It was a little manovering but then he was inside, locked up.

"We want to watch you play with your little cock now, Fred. Three of us are sitting around you in your cage and we want to watch you cum. Amuse us, little man slut."

"Yes, be the little man slut, Fred." I agreed.

I didn't stay to watch but I could hear him moving around, straining against the restraints to reach his cock. I could hear him gasping, moaning, and making all those little noises while he strained and worked over his cock.

Fred's fly buddy was walking on the cage bars near his feet. Meanwhile, I went on an exploration of Fred's place. It was a little dirty but not quite to the point of being gross. I expected he hired someone to clean and did not do it himself. Things like curtains were dusty but the floor in the kitchen only had the debris of a day or two on it. I found a petty teapot with two matching cup and saucers. They didn't look like Fred's style so I wrapped them up in a couple of his shirts and found a grocery bag to carry them out in.

I found Fred's stash of BDSM toys and gear. Most of it looked used and not put away washed. That was gross. I took mental note of what I found but there were some things I was curious about so I took photos.

I packed up some pants, shirts, underwear and other essentials and packed them into a suitcase for Fred. I checked his bathroom medicine cabinet in case he had any prescriptions, there were a few but all had expired dates so I left them there. In the linen closet I found a set of new sheets - not even out of the packaging. Likely a woman had bought them for him, they had a great thread count and Fred didn't seem the type to know much about anything like thread counts.

I took my plunder out to the main room. Fred was sagging in his cage, panting after cumming. Did he think the game was over now? The cage door was still open. I reached inside and hobbled Fred at the ankles then tied them to the side of the cage so he could not kick the cage while he was inside it. Fred made more gurgling noises behind the gag, I ignored him. He was comfortable enough in his bondage.

I gave the teapot and cups to one friend because I know she has a nice collection of them. The other friend had just moved into a new apartment and would be happy with the new sheet set.

Together we rolled Fred, inside the cage, out to my truck. I had parked it close to his front door. Fred's fly buzzed past us as we loaded the cage into the truck. I saw it fly out into the darkening sky, off to other adventures.

Fred was trying to talk around the dildo gag but none of it was the intelligent conversation I had hoped for when I came to meet him today. I would have to settle for something less and Fred... he would just have to settle for being a good boy... my way.

Fred went into a bit of a panic as he realized he was not getting out of the cage. Likely he could feel the air moving over his bare skin and realized he had been moved outside too. The cage was making a loud gonging noise as he struggled and clanged the cage against the side of my truck. But, we had planned for this too. I reached through the bars of the cage, gripped Fred's thigh and pulled it close against the bars, holding it there while he was injected with a tranquilizer. It helped to have friends.

The shot worked fast. Fred was almost out of it when I pulled up the tarp and covered the cage for the drive home. I'd just make a pit stop there to pack up some clothes and things. I'd be taking little Fred to a real dungeon, run by a group of women the three of us had been talking to online. We had wanted to join. But, in order to join we had to bring in a captive male. So we had pretty much given up on the idea, partly just because it seemed a bit extreme, until today.

Fred's stupid expectations for our date today were so convenient because now we had a male to bring the Amazon club. We each got into our vehicles with plans to meet at my place and drive out to the Amazon dungeon together, with Fred.

*This is my contribution to #AdultSexEdMonth. This is personal and does contain mentions of taboo sexual fetishes and kinks. I don't apologize for the contents of my sexual fantasies. *

I have a problem with sex. The problem happens when I involve anyone else with my enjoyment of sex. Masturbation is divine. You won't catch me saying that to anyone, in person. But, masturbation is fully under my control, there is no feedback from cheap seats and I can do whatever I want to myself because I know what I like and how I like it. I explore self pleasuring - I've been doing it for a few decades and I'm just getting better at it all the time.

Why does sex have to be about more than one person? I think most people consider self pleasure to still be a selfish act. Or, something for only the lonely. …more

Originally posted to Sex Kitten.net.

I have thought about taking it on the road, when it comes to a BDSM relationship. I thought about staying in a hotel overnight and the things we could or could not do. I don’t agree with people who play in public. People in general should not become part of any BDSM play. It is more than just kissing or fondling in public and those are not things I would do either.

I don’t think there is something wrong with BDSM. I don’t think it should be something to be ashamed of, kept secret or hidden. However, that does not mean we should be shoving it in front of people regardless of their own feelings and sensibilities. Have respect for other people and keep your play sensitive to those around you in public places. You may have “the right” to play but there is also the right for everyone else not to be exposed to your play or be made to feel uncomfortable from it.

So, if you can find something like a private hotel, motel or a bed and breakfast which allows and even encourages private BDSM and sex play, then why not make a plan to use that service? The room is designed as a play space, with extras available or included. Privacy is assured.

Would you make it a business yourself? It would be very much a niche, a smaller niche than catering to the general public. You might have some interesting clean ups and repairs to do. You may have to keep track of people you don’t want back as clients. But, you could also build up a list of local BDSM or swingers or fetish lovers who use your service and through them and local munch groups you may have a reliable and loyal clientele.

Originally posted to Sex Kitten.net.

I am a Domme Princess and I expect to be treated like one – until I tell you otherwise.

I don’t like the Princess by Day – Slut by Night thing. It messes things up. By day women should be seen but not heard, the shy virgin? Or is it the Princess who is a commanding bitch, the off with their head type?

Not just that, but why does a woman have to wait for the right hour to behave a certain way? What if she wants to be treated like a Princess with doors opened, polite conversation, etiquette and manners and at the same time she wants a man who enjoys opening those doors and feeling her hand smack his butt as she lets him enter ahead of her. People do not fit into any role exactly and why would we want to? Far too predictable.

I’d rather be provoking and contrary.

I don’t really want to be a Princess. I’m not into all that pretty girlish stuff. I do like good manners, grooming those things which I consider the basics for human interaction. But, I’m not going to pretend to be sweet and fluffy. I am nice, that’s enough.

I don’t want to be a whore or a slut either. What is a slut, a whore? Why is that a word we still use mainly for women? If anyone behaves like a slut it is the men who brag about it, who assume they can “get” any woman and then belittle the women they do “get”. Is that the sort of women men want by night? One who sleeps with a lot of men and thinks nothing of any of them.

Yes, I still want to be a Princess Domme. But, on my own terms.