Back Into The Fray…

… And about time too!

Hi my naughties!

I am so very sorry for my prolonged absence. I don’t want to turn this into a self-righteous rant, but Life has most definitely happened and in the worst of ways. I’ve had everything from a full blown return of my depression to a death of a close family member, on top of financial difficulties. In short, my life has been a fiasco for a couple of months, and that has not only led to little writing, but also to very little sex (depression = no libido).

However!! I am jumping back in, and full steam ahead!

There are a few kinky things I’ve been up to of late, which will be the subject of upcoming posts (because they deserve their own posts – but I promise, they will actually be up soon). Here are the topics you can expect to see covered in the upcoming weeks:

1. Le Salon de L’amour et de la Séduction a.k.a. The All About Sex Show

Taking place at the end of January, or beginning of February (depending on the year), Montreal plays host to the All About Sex Show, which has a long-ass French name to satisfy our loving, and not at all tyrannic, O.L.F. (French Language Office).

A side note for those of you who do not hail from Montreal… Continue reading


Back to the Bawdy Blogging (and some writer’s block to boot!)

Hello, my Kinky Bunnies!

The Prodigal Dom has returned. (Ego trips this early in the morning clearly get out of hand.)

I do apologize for the prolonged hiatus. It’s not that the Internet is still lacking, it is that I am so exhausted by my current work + move + work + unpack + work + clean the apartment + work overtime + unpack routine that my brain feels as though its been wrung out like a worn-out loofah. The result is a bad case of writer’s block.

This is due, in no small part, to a current lack of inspiration. Subby-hubby is just as tired as I am. Our sex-life at the moment is completely non-existent. That is not to say that I am not horny. I am just too tired to act on my kinky impulses; mostly because they require me to stand up and move and that is just far too much effort after the sort of days I have been having.

However, I am getting back into the fray!

I am planning a nice spanking session for the hubby tomorrow (I have my first day off in 3 weeks on Wednesday, so I can stay awake all night on Tuesday if I must *wink* ), which will be our first foray into kink in the new apartment. We did uh… “christen” it before the furniture came in (having sweaty, tired sex on the bare wooden floor of the empty front room – it’s not worth a blog post, as we sort of fell asleep halfway through).

But this will be our First True Kink (TM) experiment in the new apartment. I also bought an O-ring (hard point) to fix to the living room ceiling for some suspension play, so you know this new apartment will be turned into a den of debauchery before long. It’s just a question of having the bloody TIME. Time has become a commodity we take for granted, but I need to realize that – no matter how hard I try – I can’t work more than 24 hours in one day.

Sorry, I seem to be going off on a philosophical tangent there. I will shut up before I do some serious damage.

But do know that I am back. Blocked, but back. And for those who have written to me, I have finished pondering your very interesting questions and I should be responding within the week.

Cheerio, dah-lings!


Thirty Days of Kink – Day 10 –

Wow, I’m impressed with myself. I’ve kept this up for ten days already. Not too shabby for my short attention span (ADHD tends to do that). So, get ready for…

– Day Ten –

What are your hard limits?

Anything that involves non-sexy bodily fluids. That means urine, feces, and blood. I’m also not into spitting, but that’s less a hard limit than something that will make me tan your ass enough that you will not be able to sit down for a week if you try it with me.

Otherwise, my limits are pretty soft. I am very open to trying new things. Some things, like cunnilingus, might not interest me at all, but I wouldn’t call that a “limit” per se. It is something I would discourage, but tolerate – because  people offering it usually mean well. They will have to be taught a lesson, naturally, but it is not something that makes me back off and want to run away. It only makes me back off and glare at you intensely.

Oh, wait… I forgot one… NEEDLES! Keep those things away from me, or so God help me, I WILL stab you! I have a deathly phobia of those things. I remember purchasing one at the chemists for an arts project and nearly fainting when I saw the hollow needle point. I just can’t handle them… It squicks me out!

Thirty Days of Kink – Day 9 –

– Day Nine –

Post a kink related song or music video you enjoy.

Did you really just ask a musical aficionado to post music? Oh, you are in for a treat! (Or in trouble, depending on how you feel about Broadway Musicals.)

There are a few songs that I really like when it comes to kink. Now, the question is, should I post music that I like to kink to, or music that inspires me as a Femdom?

When I did my first stint into kink, I particularly liked Christina Aguilera’s “Nasty Naughty Boy.” I still love the big band and her old-timey jazz crooning. The lyrics are fun too and it’s great music to strip-tease to! But I must admit I am not longer particularly into that song, perhaps because Christina Aguilera just grates my nerves as though she was trying to make latkes out of them.

Around that time, I also enjoyed a great deal of Nine Inch Nails (“Closer” is still a fave of mine) and the Prodigy. They still make the kinky music playlist on a regular basis.

But, today, this is the video I wish to post! It is called “Bring On the Men” from the Jekyll and Hyde musical. A Broadway Song – naturally – all about men and… uh… prostitution, though it can also work for Femdom. As a Femdom, someday I want to make a Grand Entrance into a dungeon while belting out this song!

Pay particular attention to “having a man for breakfast each day.” *wink*


Thirty Days of Kink – Day 8 –

– Day Eight –

Post a kinky image you find erotic.

Just one? No fair!! I’ll compromise and post three (on top of a bonus favourite), because I am an unreasonable person.

Otherwise, easy, short-and-sweet post today. I hope you guys aren’t getting bored of me yet! *wink*


I love this one. What I find so very erotic here is the look in the Dom’s eyes. It clearly reads that he is Her property and that everyone else approaches at their own risk. It’s one of my Femdom goals.

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Thirty Days of Kink – Day 7 –

– Day Seven –

What’s your favorite toy?

Peh! This one’s easy!!! Not…

To be honest, I don’t know.

I want to say my Hitachi Magic Wand is my favourite toy, but that would be a total lie. Especially considering that, while it does feel great, all those super strong frontal vibrations make me go numb in minutes and then all sensitivity is gone for some time. I feel fuck-all after that. I feel a sort of aftershock of tingles in my lower abdomen, but as it’s nowhere near my fun bits, it sort of defeats the purpose. It doesn’t mean I’m willing to give up on my Hitachi, however!!

I also like my Kegel balls, but I see those as an exercise tool. I get no sexual pleasure from them. I just like to work out the muscles in my vagina… because Femdom sex. I feel I have so much more control if I can squeeze his cock and milk it by hardly moving my body at all… just a few muscle clenches do the trick. I love that.

I also love my riding crop. But that is to torture others, not to use on myself. What can I say, I like the red welts it creates on people’s flesh.

I guess, I’d have to vote subby-hubby as my favourite toy. He’s so versatile and teasing him gets me so wet. It’s a toy that knows how to get me off. Best boy-toy ever. Definitely a keeper – would recommend! *wink*


Thirty Days of Kink – Day 6 –

– Day Six –

Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

Well, my weirdest ones, in my view, are some of the more extreme consensual non-consent scenarios trotting through my mind at any given time. Because, I am really into CNC… at least, in my head.

My weirdest submissive fantasy is one where I essentially get raped. Well, there’s not even really an “essentially” about it. It’s just a rape. That I would get raped. In the fantasy, I want a rape that’s rough and violent – almost à la Game of Thrones. However, I want none of the emotional trauma that goes with it. I think this is what makes this fantasy so weird.

I want to be raped. But I don’t. Because rape implies lack of consent and emotional scars that I do not want to have to deal with… It’s fucking bizarre and I’m not really sure how to explain myself. I just think I would like a particularly violent scenario in any case. I think I am looking for some form of catharsis I might obtain through it…

On the Dominant side, I also have some fantasies, but they do not really have any rape involved. A lot of the crazier Dungeon stuff is on my mind. Think crosses and other fancy implements to tie people up with. I also want to be able to penetrate a guy… but not with a strap-on. I don’t get much from a strap-on. It’s almost like I’d like my own cock to do it with, to experience all that sensation at least once? It’s almost a Futanari style fantasy. I don’t know; it’s just weird.

But the question WAS about my weirdest fantasy (it also said “most interesting,” but clearly I chose to ignore that part).

Thirty Days of Kink – Day 5 –

– Day Five –

What was your first kinky sexual experience?

Okay, those of you who have followed thus far will remember that I mentioned cyber-sexing with total strangers I met on the Gaia online community forums as a teen. Well, I did that A LOT. One of the people I met that way even sent me images of him masturbating (my first dick picks before they became the bane of modern women!) after one of our cyber sessions. I remember a few choice details of our conversations that I related to my high school friends over lunch the next day. There was the part where he wrote “turn around, I’m going to fuck you like an animal!!!!” (yes, the exclamation points were his) that particularly stuck with me (I can still quote it from memory, so it must have). And then there was the “now swallow” line.

I remember that last one because one of my friends, lets call her “Free Spirit,” was particularly grossed out by that line when I recounted my session to her. I remember her telling me that she found the idea of swallowing cum utterly disgusting. And then she admitted to having also tried cybering once, but that she and a friend had chickened out when they had been asked to send a picture of their breasts. Not that it matters. We were teens, we were incredibly arrogant and believed we were the best… and we were gosh darned stupid.

When it comes to real-life kinky experiences though, my first experience was with my now subby-hubby (who needs a better nickname than this… seriously, what’s wrong with me?). He tied me up in a hog-tie with some rope. I remember finding it all incredibly erotic and getting turned on merely at the idea of being tied up. Continue reading

Thirty Days of Kink – Day 4 –

– Day Four –

Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?

This answer is going to suck. So here: have a pretty picture!


All I can say in response to the question is: probably. The problem is, I lost my virginity to the same person I am married to and I am frightfully inexperienced in many ways, despite having explored so much of my kinky side already. I find retrospect difficult, because it was all with one and the same partner. That same partner was already into kink when I met him. Except for my Vanilla interlude, I don’t think I’ve ever had an early non-kinky sexual experience.

As for non-sexy things that may have hinted at my kinks? I’ve always loved reading novels where there was a sort of sex-fight for control in bed. That goes back as far as I can remember (let’s say I was eleven, again). I also liked causing myself small amounts of pain by smacking my thighs with wooden sticks at times… and that’s about all I’ve got.

Oh… no, wait! Something just clicked in my mind. There were those times when, as a precocious thirteen-year-old, I went on chat forums (mostly the personals on… or was it something like that, anyway) and totally violated all terms of use by pretending I was eighteen and chatting up people for some kinky conversations. I did not have a webcam, but I certainly had some very kinky role-play discussions with total strangers online. I did that until I was about sixteen and got creeped out by one of my regular chat “companions” who was starting to want to meet me in person. So yeah, that may have been a hint…

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s day 5: “What was your first kinky sexual experience?”

Thirty Days Of Kink – Day 3 –

– Day Three –

How did you discover you were kinky? 

Oh boy are we going down a rabbit hole today!

I do not recall the tender age at which I discovered I was kinky, but I am willing to stake my hand on the fact that I was pretty effing young. Let’s say I was eleven… that’s an okay sounding number, right? Harry Potter was that age when he got his Hogwarts letter, so I’ll run with it…

In any case, I was pretty curious about sex in my pre-teen years, and, while my family still had Windows ’98 and a crappy dial-up connection, I turned to pornography to satisfy my curiosity. This was due in part to my school giving absolutely no proper sex education, and also because I had no friends to discuss sex and sexuality with. So porn it was. Whenever I got caught (because my parents checked the history and whatnot), I would always blame my younger brother because “I [was] a girl! Girls don’t look at that stuff!” They would buy it hook, line and sinker.

I know, I know – I was terribly entrenched in the traditional gender roles at the time and I kind of hate myself for it nowadays. Moving on!

So, on those early Angelfire hosted porn sites (because, of course, I only had access to free porn), I found pictures of men and women tied up with ropes, women wearing tight leather and latex corsets, people wielding whips, etc. The more someone was being Dominated, the more intrigued I was. It was mesmerising and I was hooked.

I don’t think I’ve ever thought of sex in a non-kinky way since then. Even in my Vanilla days, I fantasised all the time about the BDSM Scene. I remember, in high school, still a total virgin and talking out of my arse about sex to seem like I knew things, I kept telling people that I loved tying up men. I remember telling to anyone who would listen that men were only worthwhile when in bed, and only if they were the bottom and a Lady was in control.

Of course, my views have shifted significantly since being an arrogant and pratty little fourteen-year-old. Among other things, I’ve shifted my views on men and on sex as a whole (usually comes with losing your V-card). However, the basic idea of Dominance and submission in the bedroom is still something I still relish about sex.

And don’t you go drilling my high school friends about how I was in high school. I fear they will confirm this account and tell you much, much worse stories about me still!