I have received a private comment expressing displeasure over my missing Book Review Thursday last week. This potentially ex-trainee seemed to think they might not be the only one who missed out, and wondered if I would like to ask for a show of hands on the issue. They seriously wanted a poll. They wanted to know if the big, bad dominatrix had disappointed her readers. Think that one through for a moment, folks. I will wait while you try and sort that one out.
You have got to be fucking kidding me. I will not be dictated to by the likes of you, maggot. I am not here for your amusement, and I am not here for your pleasure. Your pleasure, so you claim, is to serve. How dare you question my methods. You are a disgrace to submissives everywhere.
I will bare your flesh and administer forty lashes. I will choose a flogger that is a bit more than you can handle. I will land blows with precision and make damned sure that your ribs, your tender wittle wibs, show the welts of my displeasure tomorrow and in the days to come. I know your weakness, fragile one. I know your fear and I will exploit it. You, regardless of what some crappy dom in college told you, are not in control here. I am in control here. And you will like it.
I will fuck you with the handle of my weapon for that little indiscretion. And next time you have a complaint, you best phrase it in the form of a question, bitch. Remember this, if you remember nothing else: There Is No Talking In My Library.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Book Review Thursday - The Black Swan
I think you know by now how much I love smart boys. Mmmmmmmmm. Tasty. She's into malacas, Dino.
This man, Nassim Nicholas Taleb, is sexy. I love to curl up with this book, his masterpiece about the highly improbable thing that will sneak up and bite you on the ass. The Black Swan is a beautiful freak. Gotta love that.
Black Swans are highly unpredictable and improbable events that, when they do occur, change everything. Ever had the impossible happen and change the entire paradigm of your life? Perhaps you were a sweet young thing who had never been hit and then one day your mean bitch of a girlfriend hauled off and slapped you. First you were angry. Then you got a hard on. And you got even angrier about that.
A Black Swan can be the big event that changes the world (like a credit crisis) or a big event that just changes your world. Either way, it changes the game, to borrow an overused phrase from the political pundits of CNN.
Even better than the incredibly geeky/sexy subject matter of math and philosophy: this man can actually put together a coherent sentence! Hooray for the Queen's English! This book makes me hot as a librarian, as a student of history, and as a dominatrix.
Keep it up, all you sexy smart boys who aspire to be like Mr. Taleb. You get the dominant bitches wet. ISBN-13: 978-1400063512 Amazon.com
This man, Nassim Nicholas Taleb, is sexy. I love to curl up with this book, his masterpiece about the highly improbable thing that will sneak up and bite you on the ass. The Black Swan is a beautiful freak. Gotta love that.
Black Swans are highly unpredictable and improbable events that, when they do occur, change everything. Ever had the impossible happen and change the entire paradigm of your life? Perhaps you were a sweet young thing who had never been hit and then one day your mean bitch of a girlfriend hauled off and slapped you. First you were angry. Then you got a hard on. And you got even angrier about that.
A Black Swan can be the big event that changes the world (like a credit crisis) or a big event that just changes your world. Either way, it changes the game, to borrow an overused phrase from the political pundits of CNN.
Even better than the incredibly geeky/sexy subject matter of math and philosophy: this man can actually put together a coherent sentence! Hooray for the Queen's English! This book makes me hot as a librarian, as a student of history, and as a dominatrix.
Keep it up, all you sexy smart boys who aspire to be like Mr. Taleb. You get the dominant bitches wet. ISBN-13: 978-1400063512 Amazon.com
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
There is no talking in the library!
Sometimes I really love my day job. Today the library was overrun with Seniors researching their big papers before Spring Break. I got to "Shhhhh!" them. Repeatedly. What bliss.
You bad, bad boys!
You bad, bad boys!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Working Lunch
Now that you know a little about me, maybe I should give you a taste of what I do. As a matter of fact, one of my favorite trainees got a little more taste of me than he intended at our lunchtime meeting today. You see- some trainees have social and family obligations that keep them from training on my schedule. These people, generally men, have trained with me long enough to have earned a little leeway. Perhaps for this trainee, it wasn't leeway enough.
We have met behind closed doors at his office on several occasions. His secretarial staff think I am just a client and they bill me after our meetings. I bill him right back, and I raise him every time.
On this occasion, I brought him his lunch. He seemed pleased at the notion as he led me into the office and shut the door behind us. I ordered him to sit, and he smiled. First I tied his ankles to the legs of his desk chair and his biceps to the arms of it with my favorite office accoutrement, an extension cord. I wanted his forearms and hands free to move in a prescribed area, so I left them unencumbered. Then I locked the wheels on his chair with him pulled almost up to his desk and slid between him and that large expanse of polished mahogany. It was obvious he had something in mind at this point. When I turned my back to him and pulled up my skirt he knew that his assumption had been wrong.
My trainees know not to protest, but he did mention his reticence in the only way he could. "Ma'am," he almost whimpered, "I can of course do anything you desire." He knew that a good trainee would just lick my ass like a good boy, but he hoped I was only testing him. I wasn't.
The flinching attempts started with a few hesitant little flicks of his tongue on my cheeks and along the crack of my ass, just feeling out the situation. I stood with my knees locked and my hamstrings flexed, bent over the desk. My posture said it all. He slowly worked his way to my asshole. I could pinpoint the moment when he actually became aroused at the idea of licking my ass. That was when he realized his hands were free and used them to pull my cheeks just far enough apart. Suddenly his tongue was inside my asshole and all bets were off. He was enjoying it.
Contrary to popular belief, a dominant does want their sub to be happy, so I let him lick and tongue fuck me quite a while. I kept an eye on his office clock, of course, but I did lose some track of time. Eventually his wet lashes had me so turned on that my thighs were sticky wet and I was chewing the edge of his desk blotter. When I stood upright my obedient boy actually moaned because he didn't want it to be over.
I turned to look at his eyes and gave him a drink of the tea I'd brought for his palate cleanser between courses. After he'd had his fill I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "My pussy is jealous. You've got more work to do."
We have met behind closed doors at his office on several occasions. His secretarial staff think I am just a client and they bill me after our meetings. I bill him right back, and I raise him every time.
On this occasion, I brought him his lunch. He seemed pleased at the notion as he led me into the office and shut the door behind us. I ordered him to sit, and he smiled. First I tied his ankles to the legs of his desk chair and his biceps to the arms of it with my favorite office accoutrement, an extension cord. I wanted his forearms and hands free to move in a prescribed area, so I left them unencumbered. Then I locked the wheels on his chair with him pulled almost up to his desk and slid between him and that large expanse of polished mahogany. It was obvious he had something in mind at this point. When I turned my back to him and pulled up my skirt he knew that his assumption had been wrong.
My trainees know not to protest, but he did mention his reticence in the only way he could. "Ma'am," he almost whimpered, "I can of course do anything you desire." He knew that a good trainee would just lick my ass like a good boy, but he hoped I was only testing him. I wasn't.
The flinching attempts started with a few hesitant little flicks of his tongue on my cheeks and along the crack of my ass, just feeling out the situation. I stood with my knees locked and my hamstrings flexed, bent over the desk. My posture said it all. He slowly worked his way to my asshole. I could pinpoint the moment when he actually became aroused at the idea of licking my ass. That was when he realized his hands were free and used them to pull my cheeks just far enough apart. Suddenly his tongue was inside my asshole and all bets were off. He was enjoying it.
Contrary to popular belief, a dominant does want their sub to be happy, so I let him lick and tongue fuck me quite a while. I kept an eye on his office clock, of course, but I did lose some track of time. Eventually his wet lashes had me so turned on that my thighs were sticky wet and I was chewing the edge of his desk blotter. When I stood upright my obedient boy actually moaned because he didn't want it to be over.
I turned to look at his eyes and gave him a drink of the tea I'd brought for his palate cleanser between courses. After he'd had his fill I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "My pussy is jealous. You've got more work to do."
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