So here I've done it - I got so bored with my precious fragments of down time that I went and looked for new friends on the internet. And friends, or FWB (friends-with-benefits) as the young kids call em now. What's going on, Domina? I could use some "personal soothing", yes. I wouldn't mind meeting some hot guys who run around naked at My parties, waving their cocks around to the beat of the music. I like conversation and connection...lets roll the dice. I'd be over the moon

O, the etiquette when approaching your desired mistress... First of all, the operative word, or lack there of, is "your". This is a hard...

you guessed it... I do this site Myself. All because I like to poke you. When you ask yourself if I mean YOU, the answer is "probably, yes." Quite a few moons ago, I wrote the original TALES FROM THE WHIP blog on Blogger, the Google blog platform, just because I needed a voice. It hung in there for hundreds of thousands of visits, attracting the wanderers from collarspace, from backpage, from all the strange and sundry breeding grounds of flagellation. One particular story,