I’m Number 42!

Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2016

So it’s the end of the year, and there’s the usual little puff of awards to waft us out. I deliberately skipped the kinkly awards this year (not even the winners were exactly happy with them) but got picked for something I actually hold in a lot of esteem- Molly’s Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2016.

Oh yeah, and in other amazing news Domme Chronicles won this year. Ferns is not just the pre-eminent lifestyle femdom blogger, but she’s a pillar of multiple online communities and forums. She would probably appreciate a congratulations- she earned it.

As for why I care about this award- this is one of those things were all the other people on the list are properly hand picked and curated on sensible factors ranging from proper art attribution to frequency of updates. There’s a diverse crew (could use more guys, but men are in the minority in sex blogging and they are better represented than in some lists) of sex toy reviewer, share all vanillas, kinksters and other sex positive people.

Molly also included everyone’s twitter handle, so if you’ve got a lonely feed, you’ve got a hundred chatty people talking about cool things to check out- I’m certainly expanding my list based on who I’m sharing a spot with.

The Crown & Home Cooking

It was a Tuesday, but not a #PunishTuesday.

I came home and I don’t think he’d left the bed since I went to work that morning. It’s his vacation and I want him to rest, but like many humans with a streak of perfectionism, idleness is deleterious to his emotional well being. As a person with a chronic physical ailment, not having the energy to do things is an all too common experience for him.

For myself, my mood has slipped a notch since the last week of October. What is generally the favourite part of the year for me has been marred by a heavy measure of frustration, anxiety and sadness over various things. It’s given me less time to notice that Wildcard’s been a bit droopy too.
He’s not been on the outs, health wise, but my persistent battery at the norms of looking the other way in the Montreal BDSM scene when someone is (allegedly, always ALLEDGEDLY) sexually assaulted has been his burden to carry as well as mine. It’s really hard, you push and push and people call you a hysteric, a liar and a monster.

I mad November about inaction and self care.  If he was too under the weather too cook I’d let him rest. I’d bought piles of vegetables the night before and went about sorting out the long skinny egg plants, enoki mushrooms, bright crisp carrots and all the appropriate other things for putting together a stir fry. By the time I was sectioning the eggplant into neat diagonals, he’d rallied.

I still helped him, asking questions every step of the way, while he added other things to the process, mincing and mashing garlic, creating two bowls of fresh and savoury vegetables and tofu on rice.

Afterwards, we cuddled up on the couch for Netflix & “The Crown”

I’ve been watching The Crown, and intensely self-indulgent Netflix series about the early reign of Queen Elizabeth II. It is of course, very obviously one of those made-by-math stories, like House of Cards was a product of looking at how popular Kevin Spacey and the original series was. I am being pandered to with lush, vintage sets and darling but relatable female characters.
Someone crunched the numbers regarding who was spending their time on The Kings Speech and Downton Abby, and decided that what we needed was to feel intimately the challenges of a woman who wears fabulous clothes, is waited on hand and foot and wants her husband to kneel to her.

I do not mind. It is good to be pandered to.

I think that the series occasionally suffers from attempting to worship everything it touches with a reverence that occasionally shades to the absurd. I also feel a little odd being presented with a real (living) person’s life, as an object of objectified and packaged desire. But there hasn’t been any sharp notes from the Queen’s press office about depicting her husband as a fuck object, so I can assume she is unruffled by this love letter to the monarchy even if the Royal Consort’s body is being showcased as a perk of the job.

It is not a femdom story with whips and chains and beatings. But it is a meaningful examination of women and power, and this is something missing from contemporary femdom. Everyine talks about making your sub happy, but very little time is taken to look at a femdom’s personal complexities and vulnerabilities.
That night’s episode was about feeling empowered and rife with little femdom hat tips and jokes, as we watch the new Queen get a measure of control in her intimate life and the subtle yet central role she plays in sustaining her government. For a while we forgot our respective black moods, and the post show cuddling turned to kissing and giggling.

Femdom life is like that. I don’t know anyone who really has orderly protocol 24/7. I know FLRs where she has ultimate say, but even so, there is more of moody cooking and cuddles on the couch than titles and slave positions.

It’s a good life, if you can find it.

A Sex Shop Date With Wildcard

sushiLast Saturday, Wildcard identified my doldrums as needing fixing, s we went out to watch Dr. Strange and then gorge on sushi, the latter activity almost  meaning a visit to the nearby sex shop, called “Romance“.

Every relationship has its rituals. I have an undying love for salmon, particularly raw or smoked. Wildcard has a tradition of eating his feelings in delicious all you can eat buffet omnoms. Having a favourite fishing hole, and being fond of me, he shared the location and now we make monthly pilgrimages. Faces get stuffed, then we invariably go sex toy shopping.

At first the shopping trips were an accidental extension of geography. The store just happens to be between us and where we always park. Honestly, showing up there started with very little expectation other than having a giggle at the hilari-bad porn DVDs.

This branch is open absurdly late, which was probably the first draw.  Plus, in addition to the breast shaped macaroni and strawberry flavoured lube (euch), they have an upstairs BDSM and fetish section. It’s an Adult Novelty style shop, but it is more than dick hats and copies of Pink Eye 2.

Still, why pay the markup?

You might wonder our motive for being there. After all, it is never going to be as cheap as shopping online. No brick and mortar store is going to beat a fresh-from-the-warehouse site like pinkcherry.ca in cost. If I want a bouquet of a half dozen riding crops,  I will never argue meatspace is cheaper.

I keep going back to Romance, because they beat even my favourite online retailers in immediate customer engagement. The staff cares about and is knowledgeable about all their stock. And, while online sites offer reviews, at a certain point you can’t beat actually touching the merchandise.

Going Hands On

Does it bounce well in the hand with a fleshy weight? How strong are the stitches in the leather? Can you slap it against your thigh to feel the thud or the sting? How does it stand up to my personal tastes? You can tell right away what will and won’t work for you.

For example, this time I wanted a cock ring for Wildcard. We’ve basically maxed out on vibes and insertables, but I wanted to take my teasing game a little further and make his erections more persistent.

Sure cock rings are a cheap grab. They seldom cost more than $20, unless you are moving into the territory of elaborate gilded ornaments. Still, I could have bought multiples online for the price of the one I got.  I paid the store markup because I wanted to actually handle the products properly, and get Wildcard’s immediate feedback. After all it was his penis about to be cinched.

At Romance, anything is available for reasonable in store testing, and I had six or so different sizes and models to play with and figure out which was best. Otherwise, I would either need to borrow a friend’s personal items (assuming I knew someone who did have one), or try my luck with buying before I try. Why gamble and create waste?

Curation Matters

Romance doesn’t stock the super high end, gold plated luxury brands, and while they have a few of the lower quality toys, they are carefully screened for skin safe material. The quality and price point runs a range, but nothing will cause a rash. They have recognizable brands, like Tantus, and various versions of the standards in less recognized brands: glass, masturbation sleeves, bullet vibes, etc… Nonetheless they have their share of the cheap quality stuff.

However, what makes me trust in the quality of their offerings are how they handle duds and poor purchases and how they constantly make purchasing a conversation.

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For example last shopping trip, I impulse bought a Music Legs branded corset back fishnet tights set. That’s not a band I’d expect much from, but even so, the quality was terrible, neither matching the claimed colours on the package, nor coming laced. Indeed the wretched things gave you your lace as a single length of uncut ribbon- unacceptable for an item fragile enough that the first wearing was likely the last.

Online shopping, you write an irate review, and maybe process a return with shipping at your own expense. The smaller ones have time to address you complaints, but there’s a lot more time and distance involved. Here, you get the immediate feedback and from the staff, checking if it was a one off and pulling the defective product, as well as making a note to discuss the problem with the supplier.

And their relationship building also works in the opposite direction. I admit a certain degree of entertainment in getting a post purchase inquiry into the effectiveness of other toys. As much as they are ready to take unsolicited feedback, when you shop they ask questions- and if they know you bought something in the past, they ask you about what your experience was.

So in all, I might buy most of my toys online or seek out pervertables from cooking supply and hardware stores, but the post sushi sex shop date isn’t going to stop any time soon.


Disclosure: I affiliated with pinkcherry after I realized I was giving them a bunch of business from simply bulk ordering cheapo toys and talking about it. Romance and Priape offer no compensation for being mentioned. The sushi pic is free stock photography from clker.com

 

Femdom Life: NO-vember Begins

A sleepy femdom made out of free clip art.November is prostate cancer and men’s health, diabetes and national novel writing month. It’s also the first quiet period I’ve had in a long time. Thus begins the month of Pearl Not Doing Things.

A major vanilla project I’m working on has started to wind down. I’ve dealt with the whole (alleged) serial rapist in the community and pitched a friend from my social group for less severe but definitely horrible things. Those of you that follow me on social media know it was an intense experience that drained a lot of my energy. That and I’ve got one of those persistent low grade health thingees that I need to spend some Canadian Healthcare on. And I was a bridesmaid, which did not entirely agree with me for various reasons mostly to do with being surrounded by happy other people’s families makes me sad mine sucks.

My job has suffered around all that, and I kind of need to focus harder on it. Bleh.

That being said, it hasn’t been all bad. Phantom review sent me a lovely package. You guys were incredibly supportive through the Herr Kommandandt thing and made a serious difference to getting the word out.

But I’m very, very tired, so I am taking the remainder of this month to catch up. I’ll still be on social media but I am adamantly refusing to organize any parties outside the pre-scheduled monthly munch, or worry about accomplishing anything with any sort of plan, deadline or performance expectation. Of course 99% of this is just removing hiatus guilt, since this blog has never been on any sort of sensible schedule, but I’m hoping to do crafts, read novels and if I write or make art, have it be for fun.

Although a part of me is super excited to start cleaning my apartment. Because of course that’s the kind of weirdo I am.

Oh and I want to make more time to actually have sex and less time to writing about it, or scolding people for being terrible about consent.

… I freely admit that about a week in and I’m still getting “omg I need to be USEFUL” jitters and trying to find something to plan and work on.

 

The Kink Role Decoder You Were Waiting For

yourfetishroleEver wondered what those titles and identifier tags meant? This list is here to set you straight when you are getting kinky. 😉

Primal Predator: He really likes rough sex. Somehow this impresses some people and is seen as more ‘intense’. 

babygirl: She’s somewhere between the ages of 35 and 45 and she has her shit together more than you ever will. Also she really likes colouring.

Domme: Identifies as female, is dominant. Gets way more solicitations to sub to strange men than she would like. Which is any number greater than zero. Also get solicitations from ostensibly dom men offering themselves if she promises not to tell on them.

Dominant: Is a dominant as noted, but if female constructions like “Domme” makes her teeth hurt.  She will mockingly pronounce it Dom-AE. As this is the gender neutral, she will also have to devote a lot of time to reminding people M/f is not the default kink setting.

kajira: Thinks belly dancing is a fetish activity. Has more slave “positions” memorized than her dom.

sub: Submissive identified. Is mysteriously defaulted to lower case as if “Dom” were a proper name. Despite the fact that the distaff side of this orientation basically does 90% of the organizing in kink, gets assumed to be less competent.

Switch: Allegedly either not real, or an inferior alloy of dom and sub that will fly apart at any moment. If female, gets creepy inbox messages from all orientations.

Masochist/Bottom: Likes to get their ass beat, is way tougher than you. Sick of being disrespected.

Sadist: Is 2 spooky 4 u. Alternatively is desperately trying to avoid the overly sentimental side of kink because the “gift of submission causes” mouth vomit.

Sadomasochist: Does not take themselves seriously, much less your weird role authority game that they didn’t consent to. Somehow avoids the bullshit “not real” lable that switches get.

Hedonist: Literally here to get laid and unapologetic about that fact to an admirable degree. Will try anything once.

Swinger: Grandpa and Grandma’s version of poly. Pays double the door price at their events if male identified.

Princess: Completely unreliable indication of gender or role orientation, but would appreciate a tiara.

Evolving/Exploring: Read the porn or had some mind blowing sex, now here to find if there’s some sort of pattern to their orgasms.

pet/pup/kitten: Thanks the lucky stars that fashion trends made kitty ears a cheapo year round fashion accessory at Forever 21, has bought accessories at a pet store. Walks on your lap when you are trying to work on the computer.

Sensualist: Abhors pain. Likes orgasms. Give them a plush throw and an ostrich plume and close the door.

Herr Kommandandt Quits. Now What?

nikeHerr Kommandandt has stepped down from his role in Urban Dungeon, and allegedly the BDSM scene. After the number of abuse allegations climbed to 11+ separate individuals with startlingly similar stories of rape, injuries they never consented to, theft and abuse, and a post of mine that made Kinky & Popular on fetlife, there’s some sort of response to all this other than denial. Well, that’s pretty vindicating.

The allegations are getting fully talked about. Other people are talking to MasterSin about the involvement of Montreal Fetish Weekend. I’m getting talked about, in that oblique and careful way that fet does, as a “kinky blogger”. There’s a statement on his profile and in an event thread in the fet group- and one here in the comments of this post from Shawts, which I’ve given a reprint to make it easier to find.

His original statement was in French, so once again D20 has stepped in with his patient translation skill. That guy is a gem of a human. If you see him at one of the munches, please buy him a beverage and tell him nerdy jokes. Seriously.

Herr Kommandandt’s Statement:

Dear Fetlife community,

I address you all in response to what I have read about myself in the past few weeks.

Formerly, impulsive as I was, I would’ve replied immediately, but I wanted to consider the weight of my words and truly think about the matter. For a certain time, as those close to me already knew, I was planning an exit from the fetish scene for an undetermined duration, perhaps even a permanent one.

About two or three months ago, I realized I did not like the person I had become and I asked myself several questions about this subject. Those who have known me for seven or eight years know I am but a shadow of the guy I once was, the friendly and smiling guy, never judging others, never holding a grudge.

It made me realize that, since my breakup with my ex wife, the mother of my daughter, I have been dealing with a major depression for all those years and I did not give the bitterness caused by this breakup the time it needed to heal.

With the years, I became spiteful, moody, I cultivated an unhealthy feeling inside of me and it all affected my actions in my everyday life. I often resorted to negativity and verbal attacks, threats, psychological violence (often without realizing it) and, because of my depression, I was unable to deal with a stable job for medium or long amounts of time.

The advent of Urban Dungeon had worsened these negative feelings and, in the position of power I found myself in, I probably psychologically abused certain people and my recurring poverty meant that, several times, I became dependent of my partners. The taste of power went up to my head. The simple guy became a vindictive, cruel and sometimes illogical guy.

Each breakup in my D/s relationships or love life was epic, laborious and especially complicated. I often only looked at my side of things, without caring about the suffering of others. Sharing my mood swings on social network websites hurt many people… and today, I fully realize it.

Because I love this community, because I gave a lot despite everything, I have made the decision to leave my position as the owner of Urban Dungeon and to cease my BDSM activities.

I’m only a human being, but I did not like what I saw in the mirror when I woke up in the morning. So, a few weeks ago, I took a concrete action to fix my personal problems and as long as my mental and moral conditions do not improve, I will stay away… and I am considering a permanent departure.

I am currently being helped by professionals. Psychiatry and psychology. This help will allow me to thoroughly sort this inner mess, which will certainly require lots of time. It will be painful, but it is time I make this person disappear, this Kommandandt who has been so often talked about in the past few years, and not always for the right reasons.

In the process I have recently begun, I am lucky to have found an angel, a voice of reason, in my submissive, [Faye], who is slowly, and as much as she can, showing me how I can be myself again… how I can become a human being again. Her support is exceptional and I am very grateful of making me rediscover the simple things in life such as happiness, the right path, a life worth living.

So I take the time here to deeply apologize, before leaving, to all those I might have hurt. I was clearly not 100% myself during the past two or three years and I clearly owe you apologies. I have begun to contact each of these persons and to express my regret and present them my sincere apologies (to those who were ready to hear them). To those who wanted to receive them: exes, ex play partners, former friends, etc.

The path I am about to continue on, that I began treading too slowly, this path towards change, permanent change, a return to normal for me, Jack, will be long, painful, but I am ready to face it. I am tired of hurting people I care about, my entourage, and this scene that allowed me to develop myself.

Now that I have identified all my problems and what I must do, I must and will do it. I have already started this process. I will no longer live in negativity nor denial. I will not live in misguided pride. I no longer act in anyone’s name but mine. I will no longer try to run away and I will try to look at problems as they come and attempt to solve them and to make honorable amends at the best of my ability.

With that said, I offer my apologies to all persons, locations, events, venues or other entities to which I might have said things that were either negative, exaggerated or false. I ask all of you to forgive me. It was selfish and irrational of me.

I also offer my apologies to all persons I may have, directly or indirectly, abused of my power or position of power on. I am deeply sorry and I must also work on that important fact. Being a figurehead does not necessarily mean being a harsh dictator or an insensitive being looking for thrills.

I would also like to mention that several people, without naming anyone, out of respect, have deeply hurt me, have harassed me, have caused trouble for my family, have broken my heart and my kidneys… but I forgive you all, each and every one of you, WITH NO EXCEPTIONS. I am tired of living in bitterness, pain and bad memories. I now want to live day by day with a positive mindset.

I have decided to turn a new leaf, to work on myself, no matter how long it will take, even if it takes the rest of my life… so that I don’t make anyone relive these dark years! Not myself and especially not those I love and the woman I love. No one deserved the shitty attitude I may have sometimes displayed.

Now, I take my leave to heal, feel better, take care of myself, my life and my partner. Big thanks to those who have supported me against all odds during all those years, but especially MissOpale who, despite everything, despite certain disagreements, has always been a loyal partner during our adventure. She is also one of the reasons why I am still here, typing behind a keyboard to you today.

The Urban Dungeon was a dream, built with love, passion and in the image of the people that would spend time in it. MissOpale will take my place and will continue the mission of the Urban without me. I will no longer be associated to this place, even if my soul and my heart will remain Urban forever. For the love I have for this community and my friends, I pass the torch. Do not deprive yourself of a beautiful place to play and meet people. And I will add that MissOpale is an extraordinary person. I had become the problem… and I am doing what it takes to fix that problem. I do not deserve a prestigious position at the moment and I especially do not deserve to be a standard bearer. Do not make a venue and fantastic events pay for my mistakes, as it would be unjust of you to make an entire, wonderful team pay for mistakes I have made in the past due to my lack of a better judgement while I was going through depression!

With that said, and with a tear to my eye, I tell you… see you next time, if there ever will be one.

What happens now?

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Something Positive From MTL: A Lingerie for Men Show!

After that necessary barrage of negativity about abuse allegations, and the unhinged messages from special salad man, I want to digress into talking about something pretty neat happening in my city…

A Lingerie for Men Fashion Show!

I often talk about the strictures on men, particularly male subs, not to be objects of sexual desire. As a woman, there are lingerie looks I can try from frothy in ruffles to fierce in leather. As a male, the lingerie for men options usually demand simply cross dress or offer aggressive sports wear or strict bondage looks. The dichotomy is strict- modern masculinity eschews softness. For a gender that is automatically associated with dominance for many people, the list of rules governing what men can’t do without getting their gender questioned is long enough if this were a BDSM contract we’d be telling the top to scale back to something more realistic.

It wasn’t always that way. Once upon a time, men didn’t have to enter the complicated world of gender bending to enjoy lace, but let it burst from beneath their clothes at they collars and cuffs, and hemmed their private linens with the same pride as women.

Enter Wicked Mmm

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They have a fashion show on October 20, 2016 that is their brand fundraiser launch. In keeping with the open and forward thinking spirit of Montreal, they are using male, female and non-binary identified models. Although aimed at male leaning persons, their tagline is pretty clear that it’s for all people with packages (even those who pack).

Because nobody consented to be denied lace because of their gender.

If you want to check out their catalog, they have an etsy shop as they continue their ongoing launch. Myself, despite a crazy busy week, I’m planning on making it out to the show- and if you aren’t sold on the lace, there’s a raffle for a number of great services in the city and several of the finest burlesque stars in Montreal strutting their stuff.


Required disclosure: These nice folks aren’t paying me to promote them. I’m not even getting comped tickets, I just like what they are doing. Because I know the team responsible (Mashacat and Willcat), they were nice enough to give me permission to repost from their recent fashion shoot. Those singlets are to die for!

Crazy Messages: Sessions for Salad Dressing Plz?

Salad dressingIt’s not unusual to get unsolicted messages on fetlife, as a woman. For a background my relationship to Wildcard is featured pretty prominently, and my profile is set to events only. If I want to play with someone I prefer to initiate, but this has never deterred anyone.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

I just read your profile for the first time and found it quite interesting. I am 50 years old , a very elegant young 50, nice looking and respectful. I understand all rules I do not play publicly, only privately. I have a great track record with one particular domme in the city who right now happens to be on sabbatical. Would you be interested in talking to me to possibly interview me and see if I could serve you? You seem intelligent and are certainly lovely.

Okay, that wasn’t so bad. I’m not a pro, so this guy is barking up the wrong tree. It hasn’t crashed and burned yet… and he messages again before I even check my mail. This will become a pattern. Note bene, baby subs, do not bombard.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

And by the way I just love your pictures… they are suggestive and yet not tacky in the slightest. I also noticed that you have really really lovely hands and fingers which is somewhat of a thing for me and I should say that by extension I also adore beautiful feet.

Ooops, another message.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

Random thoughts… I have no reason to believe you would ever entertain seeing me much less talking to me especially given that my profile is so obviously better although I will only suggest in self-defense that it is strictly for discretionary purposes. I am as I said I am – very experienced and very polite and have seen who I think is probably the best domme in the city for a long long time.

And another message five minutes later. This guy is jumping in his seat.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

I noticed in your profile where it denotes the things you like… and it says that you like giving fisting which instantly created a lump in my throat!!! which of course goes back to my comment on your beautiful petite hands and fingers…

Okay, hold your horses dude.  Although someone should tell Donald Trump we found him a tiny hands fetishist.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

What is a random make-work order? I sincerely did not mean to give any offense by asking if I could serve you and yes it is premature perhaps of me to have done so but I just thought as I always do to politely ask a question and one is always free to tell me yes or no.

Ugh, time to reign this guy in. My response:

Miss Pearl:

I am at work, so my replies may be a bit succinct.

Here is the leaping off place: http://www.omisspearl.com/i-want-to-serve-miss-pear…

I am not looking for sexual service at this time. I am also not a professional- this is simply my life.

I would not be an easy or fun person to serve for most people. If you are expecting the domintarix experience this is the wrong place to look.

So with that in mind, what is you expectations for what service would involve?

And he responds instantly. He must have came with the excitement.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

To be honest I lead a traditional vanilla life and am a professional…i have played only in sessions as a sub for many years but frankly I’m a little bored and at this point I am not exactly sure what I am looking for per se or how I could maybe be of interest to you and that is as honest as I can be. I do like sessions I do like intelligence I do like creativity but more than that I would ask how would I be able to be of interest to you…

He still seems to think he can book me by the hour. The link, by the way, includes service options like “take pics of cool things you saw” or “share recipes.” He will latch onto that latter thing like a limpet.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

I read your leap off link and perhaps you might think this is funny but I think the only thing I could possibly offer you is a picture of the one and only cake I bake which happens to be phenomenal and incredibly simple! I love cooking and wine so I can offer you pictures of things I make that I usually photograph but more than that I think I would sadly be of no use to you.

No use to me? Yeah, probably, but I try to be polite and respond to every message, even it it’s with constructive criticism. I don’t mind the clinet/pro thing in the abstract, it’s just not the be all and end all of femdom. And of course before I message him again he keeps sending messages to me.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

I was not looking for any sexual services and of course having played were served for many years I know that very first rule. Having said that, if you had nice feet I would love to bring you gorgeous wine in return for being able to worship only your feet. I have very high standards in the company I keep as I suspect you do as well and so if there were anything I could do to convince you that I just might be the needle in a haystack I am ready to do so.

I assure you, he is very, very much looking for sexual services. He continues to send me new messages by way of paragraph breaks.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

As I think I mentioned, the Mistress I served is on sabbatical and so while you seem terribly nice and beautiful and intellectual and very inviting in a certain odd way even though I don’t know you, if I can’t accommodate some of your wishes would you Perhaps know of someone who is off the beaten path somewhat private excellent gorgeous and looking to have a slave serve them in session? I am quite frankly tired of all of the fake inexperienced one leg off the stripper stage Dommes who are anything but that …there is one excellent Domme in my mind in the city and she and I have a great relationship but she is on sabbatical.

 Holy shit dude. I am NOT a booking service, and believe me there is no femdom, pro or non-pro, who wants to listen to you bitch about other women. Sigh, time to set you straight.

Miss Pearl:

You need to stop using me to try to procure you a sex worker (which before you argue, is what pro domination is). That is like going on facebook and asking a random women to find you a girlfriend. Or to be more accurate, asking her to find you an escort. That is weird. O.o

If you want femdom on demand, pay the $300+ an hour for a professional who will give you your fantasy. If you message strictly lifestyle doms like me, we aren’t in it to act like femdom porn, anymore than I suspect your probable wife is the same as a vanilla porn actress.

And fucktard decides he couldn’t possibly be doing something wrong.
Special Salad Dressing Man:

So I can understand your reply and I even thank you for it however what you inferred was not my intention nor do I wish to argue the point I am sure you received so many solicitations that it would lead you to the sort of reply you furnished me with… best to you

There is no honour in herding idiots, but I am a one woman crusade for exceptional honesty.

Miss Pearl:

I will be abundantly clear, serving me is not a neat, tidy experience where you pay-to-play. Not with money, not with wine. In the unlikely event you are actually useful or entertaining to me I would consider it. But you would probably find my idea of fun unsatisfying. Consider that fair disclosure that you would never get what you wanted.

Stupidhead, of course, assumes we are now haggling. I imagine this is the best response he’s gotten in months.
Special Salad Dressing Man:

I still may be interested but perhaps you can give me a sense of what it is you would be willing to entertain and then we can either decide to move forward or not but I am interested and I am in open-minded person

He wants to know my price.

Miss Pearl:

I gave you a list.

It would be dishonest to say that I wasn’t still poking him just to see what stupid would come out next.
Special Salad Dressing Man:

I guess ‘fun’ is the operative word and certainly subjective but like I said I am open minded and I am definitely not judgemental

Ok, whatever dude. In the unlikely event the next message is a baked brie with pine nuts… eh. Whatever. I don’t buy lottery tickets but if you say things I want to hear I talk to you.
Miss Pearl:

Have fun with the list. If I see anything come of that, my consideration extends from there.

Nope, fucktard doesn’t get it. But now he wants to talk about the most personal thing he can find in my blog. He’s like an anti-pick up artist!

Special Salad Dressing Man:

If you are referring to pictures of baked goods and graphic arts services and other things on the list such as tipping as one would a street performer then I guess I would just have to say those are nice things one would do it’s not my idea of fun per se although the The locational sharing of recipes and transfer of foodie pictures is fun amongst my friends and myself and we do it often. I will say though that I had fun reading some of your writings. I even read about your estranged relationship from your mother which I have no right to comment on but I did read it

More messages. Demands now. Gotta check the teeth and kick her tires, right?

Special Salad Dressing Man:

I am quite sure you do not have any more time for me so I will just have one simple question which i will have left my imagination or perhaps you can post one…do you have nice feet …because I adore your hands 🙂

Maybe you can also tell me what is it you like most about fisting?

Note he’s back to femdoms-are-fetish machines. First he tries to buy foot “worship” with wine, but since that didn’t tempt me he’s going to try something else.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

I just read your last message and so if I send something for half interesting or a delicious recipe to your PO Box you might consider something else?

New message again, still at least five minutes apart. Wait for it…

Special Salad Dressing Man:

For example do you like salad? I might be prepared to some send you something very utilitarian that could be used every day… 🙂

Salad!

Miss Pearl:

Clearly I have horrifying bird talons hidden under my long skirts, which I use to rend people who ask for free sex chats disguised as polite inquiry into my personal life.

And he’s a liar, having just asked about fisting/feet pics.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

Once again I think you have misunderstood. I am not looking for free sex chats or even paid ones. It was simple curiosity.

Ignoring him again.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

Do you like salad?

Still ignoring. Again with the salad.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

Because what I might offer you is a 120-year-old recipe that is said to be the best anyone has ever tasted. And i do not give this out light’y.

Is it like the Neiman Marcus cookie recipe?

Special Salad Dressing Man:

And by the way I only asked you questions that you yourself had written or commented on in your profile

Ah the old “I am entitled to demand you elaborate on everything sexual because you are not in a burkah” logic.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

Like you I do not give things away for free so if you want to see something fabulous arrive in your PO Box I would have to know what “other considerations” could possibly entail and then and only then will I decide if I want to shoot first. Most sincerely.

Hey lady, I have SALAD DRESSING FOR YOU! Y U no want my salad?!

Special Salad Dressing Man:

You may be busy although I suspect you’re just generation YS and E

Generation what? Okay, nevermind, he flounces.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

Ciao

But the next day he’s back! With more salad dressing to tempt me with!

Special Salad Dressing Man:

So you want a kick ass salad dressing that will Give you culinary pleasure for the rest of your life and in return I would potentially get what 1,2, sessions with you, if that and maybe never even one, and I’m supposed to just send you the best salad dressing ever on the planet?

Ok dude, your wife is probably looking for where her salad dressing went.  Public service time.

Miss Pearl:

A) I am not for sale. I write (free!) erotic fiction, organize fetish events, etc… But I do not offer “sessions”. Sessions are a strictly professional dominatrix thing. Don’t cold call lifestyle doms for sessions, it is the kink version of trying to hire someone as a hooker on facebook.

B) The women who do sell services charge upwards of $350 an hour and are not available for salad dressing or “nice” wine. In my case the answer is no even if you busted out your checkbook and paid the market rate.

However, think I see why you are having problems finding a naturally dominant women. You treat all of us like fetish delivery services and your pretensions of luxury exceed your budget by a large margin.

I occasionally choose play partners outside of my relationship, but you have completely failed to pique my interest, despite me being incredibly patient and up front about what my interests and needs are. It is noteable how little interest you have in me as a person that you still leapt to trying to buy me, despite all the other options.

You also persisted in trying to get me to discuss thrusting my hand into your anus. Dude, I don’t know you. Just because a woman is open about her sexuality does not mean she was put on this earth for your personal titillation.

Leaving aside your obsession with treating all doms like pros, you are clearly married/sneaking about and the literal age of my father, you are tedious, needy and offer so little satisfaction to an actual “lifestyle” dom that I am confident you will never get what you are looking for.

But the last word must be had so… I should mention that while he was derping out about his SPECIAL SALAD DRESSING I was busy telling the guy who assaulted me to get bent.

Special Salad Dressing Man:

A very angry soul indeed…. how sad

After this last reply from me he blocked me, muttering something about entitled fakes.

Miss Pearl:

Aww, muffin, you think someone trying to buy a foot job with two buck chuck is in a position to be patronizing. That’s adorable!

Gracious he was verbose! Well, I hope he brings entertainment to all of you- some of you did ask why I was sniggering about salad. It never persists to amaze me how much guys think that a femdom is automatically A) available and B) owes them their fetishes served with a smile.

The picture was randomly selected from http://food.allwomenstalk.com/simple-salad-dressings-from-some-easy-base-recipes

Herr Kommandandt, Abuse & Montreal Fetish Weekend Pt. 4

new mfwurban logoOne of the more long running, cross-scene kink events is the Montreal Fetish Weekend, a multi-day little sister of things like the Folsom Street Fair. Taking advantage of the city’s traditionally liberal attitudes, it’s a giant party and celebration of BDSM and fetish. Unfortunately not only is Herr_Kommadant a regular volunteer, but his venue, Urban Dungeon, is closely affiliated. This year (2016) it was one of the venue spaces used with a great deal of cross promotion.

For Herr_Kommandant’s alleged victims, this creates a great deal of stress because it creates the impression that his (alleged) behaviour is condoned by the larger community.

As I already mentioned in my last post on the subject, different event organizers in Montreal have taken different positions on the subject, some explicitly supporting Herr Kommandant and some condemning or even confirming that they witnessed dubious behaviour. Montreal Fetish Weekend became aware of the issues shortly after I posted the first blog post, and their original organizer (MasterSin) reached out to me to schedule a meeting.

We met last week, and here’s how it went.

He listened, but it is his position that he does not discuss allegations of any kind. This included presenting any evidence to him or providing his own opinion other than that it is very serious and not to be taken lightly.

MasterSin explained that he had discussed with his lawyer and that participating in a conversation about possible abuse in the BDSM community might make him an accessory in a police investigation.

He also stressed the role that Herr_Kommandant had in supporting the staffing of the event he oversees. He feels that if he personally witnesses something he intercedes, but he does not feel that anything other than being present (or the intervention of the police) are adequate means to intervene. It is demonstrable that Montreal Fetish Weekend does not have a formal harassment or abuse policy in place for internal handling. They do, however, hire security personnel for the large events like the annual masquerade and latex fetish ball.

It will be interesting to see if Urban Dungeon keeps their close affiliation next year. Montreal Fetish Weekend certainly made their entire team open to contact but it’s hard to tell if it’ll have any impact on global opinion of the internationally known event.

I should also probably address the threats and warnings I got.

Outside of the conversation I had and hints made that I too could be dragged into a police investegation, I’ve been told I could be sued a lot. It’s important to stress that it is very unlikely that a libel case would be successful in Canada. This comes up whenever you talk about abuse in the community, that someone could sue you for defamation. This is not the UK or even the US- it’s challenging to get traction on these matters and since all I am claiming in the truth (I received 8+ allegations and in my judgement this is troublesome) or that Herr_Kommadant has a reputation, a fact that even those close to him have affirmed, it doesn’t fit the guidelines for slander.

As far as a criminal inquiry into Herr_Kommandant, I’m ok with being questioned. I hardly want my sexuality being made public, but can survive being outed with only moderate discomfort,

My perspective is that I care about the (alleged) victims getting help and support, and I am tired of them being frightened of everyone judging them poorly for something that happened to them. I am tired of not being able to trust experts and venue owners based on a flow of stories about people, particularly women, who have been assaulted.

This has to stop. I’m a relative nobody- my opinion is not all that important, but if I have any social capital at all I will happily put it in a pile and set fire to it if it protects anyone else from being abused, having their consent violated or any of the other terms we use to describe being on the receiving end of fucked up behavior.

Following Along?

 

Femdom Review: SVACOM Cathy, Yay or Nae?

svacomSVACOM asked me to review a part of their catalog, the pink silicone skin vibrator titled “Cathy”. There’s only one problem, I generally find 99% of vibes, through no fault of their own, leave my lady parts cold. And numb. But still, here I am with a $ vibrator and wondering how to give it a fair shake.

Enter my friend Mrs. Castle. My neighbour and frequent tea companion, this woman is one of the lovely extra bright points in a life that’s already filled with some pretty sparkly people. She is able to give it a thorough testing, so when Svacom sent me the toy to test I was able to do a quick hand off and, within short order she had news to share.

Let’s see how Mrs. Castle enjoyed her date with Cathy?

Today I spent an hour getting intimate with my new friend Cathy. Cathy is Svakom’s much touted ‘Ultra-Soft Silicone Vibrator’, which comes in pink, or PINK.  The one gifted me by Miss Pearl is decidedly PINK (though on their site, Svakom calls it ‘Plum Red’). Cathy is a generous 180mm long, and 90mm wide, and so if you are not comfortable with a decent girth, you might consider being very liberal with your lube before playing with her. She is also waterproof, and made of eco-safe materials. She functions on polymer lithium rechargeable battery, and has a continuous working time of roughly 2 hours.

One thing that sets Cathy apart from other vibes is the ‘Svakom Intelligent Mode’. I admit, I was skeptical when I read that in the user guide, but it was actually fairly pleasant. It has a nice slow teasing build, which I did like, though I found the ‘climax’ period of the cycle to be far too short for my personal taste. Still, it is a far better cycle of vibration than I’ve tried with other similar toys in the past, and I mostly did like it. Happily, you can press the arrows to shift modes at any time to make your experience more or less intense.

Another feature I was very impressed by was how SILENT Cathy was. Svakom promises their toys are ‘whisper quiet’, and they really delivered on that front. I could only hear the faintest thrum of the motor, but only just. It was nice, and as such did not distract me from my self-pleasuring mission. I am sure that if others were home, they would have had no idea what I was up to.

I also want to highlight how wide Cathy is, and that she is a shapely toy. Many vibrators out there are pretty dull, and slim, and honestly do little for me. Cathy was wide, enough that I was surprised by it, and it made for a much more pleasant experience. She is also tapered, so you can insert to the girth you like best, though I found it to be the most comfortable when I had the vibrator in as fully as was possible without losing the control buttons.

My main critique would be that the design leads to some small frustration because the control buttons do end up very close to buried within you. Some sort of remote to control the settings would have been nice, and could lend itself well to more partner-play too.

Did Cathy do the job? I would say that she’s certainly a fun ride, if not a thorough one. I am one of those who requires far more clitoral stimulation than just vaginal, but I did enjoy the internal stimulation a fair amount. Cathy is a long girl, and I do really like being deeply penetrated, which was also agreeable. I also liked the feel of the ‘ultra-soft silicone’ as opposed to regular silicone or other materials I’ve seen used. I found that the sensations were well delivered, as well as thoughtfully-timed when I was playing with the ‘Intelligent Mode’.

7.5/10 will diddle with again.

What do I think of the SVACOM Cathy?

I like that it’s a rechargeable cordless vibe, although lurid pink is not my favourite, aesthetically. The promotional material hilariously promotes everywhere you could use it other than intimate purposes- a not unfamiliar quirk in a world where sex toys fall on the cusp of legal in some region and the framing is everything. I can’t see myself using it as a massage wand for my shoulder the way I will use a rumbley work horse like the good old Magic Wand.

On the other hand, the Svacom Cathy seems just as solid as her other, well more known cousins from established brands. Her price is not low budget ($95 US), but the build quality in comparable to similarly priced toys in other lines. She doesn’t horrify based on materials. Whisper quiet without sacrificing power is pretty key to self diddling, whether you are college aged and living with the ‘rents or living with kids who’ll ask why mommy is buzzing at night.

Okay, but why should I care?

A diversity of sex toys encourages exploring new designs (all the better for a diversity of bodies!) and well as driving the overall price. Although this is a first time with Svacom it will be interesting to see where the brand takes their output next.

Review disclosure: I got the SVACOM Cathy for free and shared it with my friend, who I allowed to keep it because A) used sex toy and B) she evidently enjoyed it enough it’ll keep being used.

(They offered a coupon code, if such a thing is applicable to you: specialdisc20 a $20 discount.)