I was parked in a Yahoo chatroom the other day. A fellow Domme looked at this blog and took offense to the definition for ‘femdom’ that’s in the upper-left corner. She said that it would lead males to believe a woman’s power was only sexual. Sigh. Well, since I’m not there in person to dominate you 24/7 (critiquing your housekeeping, giving you an allowance, letting you serve me breakfast in bed etc) that means it pretty much IS sexual for the purpose of my website. As the cliche goes, the little head thinks for the big head. When you’re in that state of nirvana where the very thought of following my directions makes you all tingly, then it’s sexual. I always hear comments like: “I get so hard when I think about worshipping your feet”, “I’ve been aching all day waiting for an email from you”, “Please, I’m begging you! May I come for you, Mistress?”, “May I be your living sex toy and please you?” Yep, all sexual. Perhaps it’s me. Perhaps I’m the sexual one. I refuse to deny it. There’s no big, bad, scary Dominatrix here that insists her vagina is off limits. I have a beautiful pussy and I use it against you. Why on earth would I give up such a wonderful teasing tool just to adhere to some old school femdom rulebook? This is my little corner of the internet and I’m the one in charge. I am a dominant woman. I can do what I like.
On a similar note, you’ve probably noticed that I don’t capitalize “me, mine or my”. I don’t need to change English language rules to prove my dominance. I can’t be bothered. I do like it when I receive an email from a sweet submissive boy that went to the trouble to capitalize every “you, you’re and your”. Although it’s not necessary, attention to detail like that makes me smile.