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Fireworks On Deck
I'm a big fan of changing things up when they don't work - Houston wasn't working for a million and one reasons, so I got outta there. I'm a few hours up the road and while I'm not perfectly happy, I'm a hell of a lot better than I was.
It's so interesting walking around in my Clark Kent-ish persona and listening to people. A girl at work was talking about some sort of CNBC or what ever channel had some segment about escorts.
"Oh, the easy life! Those girls don't know shit about hard work!"
I adjusted my glasses and laughed to myself,not even bothering to give my two cents.
They really flipped on the domination girl they featured - "I can't imagine a man being turned on by that!!"
*grins wickedly* OH....but *I* can... then again, domination isn't a party favor, something I pull out of my chest of wonders. It's my LIFESTYLE. no heels or whips required, no yelling necessary.
I'm happily the proud dominant diva for a sweet lil' subbie boy - m is delightful and I've enjoyed showing him what the reality of domination is all about.
"The only woman...that makes me feel completely in sub space... even in broad daylight. I love this!"
Yes...it's got nothing to do with beating, hurting, or degrading you ...well, unless that's what you want *smirks*
It's about reminding you (sub man) what's important (me, my desires, and the rush of pleasure you feel fulfilling them)
My world is different - everything in it is set up for my happiness, and when that no longer is the case, it's time for a spring cleaning with the force of a thousand suns.
and desires don't center around the bedroom or the boardroom for me... we went to a D/s party and it was pretty casual... you had the instadommies trying to play like they're stopping traffic in 2009 barking orders and shit like that means something.
And there was a little Careerist domme and her sweet sub. He pulled out my chair, found something to prop my feet up (after talking with the host, natch), and asked me what drink I'd like and if there was anything else I needed. My cell phone (lost the crackberry, the sidekick suffered water injuries.. I'm on Virgin Mobile for a while and LOVING IT HARDCORE! full qwerty in the house! no contract and text messaging is a treat... but I digress) and charger went close by plugged in without me saying a word.
For me, that's just another day in the life of a dominant careerist bitch, but I'm just sayin'.
the instadommes were amazed because everything I got naturally, they had to yell and scream and wave a riding crop around. But of course, they're Much More Dominant (tm) because of their attire? Please.
The corsets and the stockings and the heels and all that shit is the icing... my happy dominant ass is the fucking CAKE and you came for the CAKE... all the icing in the world can't change the taste of a fucked up cake - real talk.
so i was having a blast while these girls were scowlin', pouting, and hollering... the host asked me if they were OK.
"Oh yeah...they're fine... they're trying to squeeze life out of stones, silly task if you ask me, but they're fine otherwise..."
one thing I've never understood came up with the instadommies... the dreaded "ZOMG! sex with a submissive?! how could you even DREAM OF IT... you'll lose all your dominance..."
Now wait a minute... I'm a lady first and foremost and everything in my little world IS for my pleasure, including HIM ... *all* of him to be honest with you ... I find it a little jarring that "icky icky penis omg omg get it away from me" has become some sort of badge of domination.
I thought ...a dominant woman, by definition, had a little more confidence than that. If you don't want to have sex with *your* sub fine ... but save the THat's Not OK (tm) for *your* lifestyle ... if you're passing up teh c0ckz0r, fine ... leaves ME more for the taking!
ANd oh yeah, I said that right - the taking, cos I'm out to get what I want, when I want. Hey... empirebuilding really takes it out of a girl... *smirks*
Yes, I know my updates are sporadic. But I figured on fireworks and bbq day when I'm celebrating this nation's independence ... why not give a little Zora update...
you know me...wandering, empirebuilding... oh yeah... and missing Billy Mays something *fierce*. I expressed a lot of what I was going to say in my Clark Kent mode, so ...I'll stay quiet here.
DC emailed me a while back, and I emailed back but haen't really spoken... I'm letting him do his thang, I'm busy doing my own... you know me... I don't really feel right doing that "uh...you haven't talked to me, what's th damn deal" shit ... my life is too casual for that... I figure my males know how to come home when they're ready ...
my best friend stopped last night and said, "You know...nobody does it like you!"
DAMN RIGHT. Been tryin' to tell y'all this for how long now? :) Keep it sexy today and make fireworks - lots of them! :) With my plans tonight with the boys... they might have to call the fire department on a girl...let the motherfucker burn, indeed!
Always a Diva,
Z
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