Monday, October 11, 2010

So You Wanna Be A Professional Dominatrix

I have returned to the Dungeon I began my professional Domme career. It's under new management; I wouldn't have gone back otherwise. I had major conflicts with the previous owner, but it is now all female run, staffed, managed, and even the webmaster is a webmistress. I'm still independent. It's like being a hairstylist in a salon. You service the salon clients, yet you still have a "book" of clients that are your own.

So, the week I began there was a new girl. She'd never done BDSM stuff before, but she had done phone sex and it included BDSM talk. I tried to take her under my wing a bit. Actually, I didn't try, she asked me to help her, so I showed her some stuff...rope work, different flogging techniques, I even offered to show her some makeup tips. She's a bit crusty punk, but not in the stinky way. It's more stylistic, if you know what I mean. She thought wearing Doc Martens were an ok boot to wear in session. Now, I'm a grungy riot grrrl from waaaay back, so I have no problem with Docs, but it's not gonna get her sessions. Plus, she wanted to wear yellow eyeshadow.

You gotta be you, and I told her that. But one must also keep in mind who our audience/clientèle is. It's not young hipster, punk, crusty guys. We get old men, I.T. guys, professionals. They like a little goth look, but they don't want a chick who looks like she just crawled out from behind a dumpster. Have you ever watched the old school Degrassi? The seasons with Spike; the punk chick who got knocked up? She had "fringe", and so does the new girl. I haven't seen that in so long. The new girl received a wig from another girl that was ratty. I tried to brush it for her, and she got all irritated. Well, fuck her then. Go out looking like you just grabbed your hair from the trash can.

When I started I was humble. Not by design, but because I really didn't know much about topping/Dommeing. I listened, I watched, I learned. I fucked up, I excelled, I kept clients coming back.

My advice is the same sort of advice you would get for any job. Keep your mouth shut. Watch everyone. Pay attention. Empathize with the client. Be enthusiastic. Don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. And by "uncomfortable" I don't mean something you don't enjoy necessarily, but something that makes you want to run. There's a difference.

That's all for now.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Happy Birthday To Me

We do it all the time. We do it without giving it all that much thought. We do it because it makes US happy. It's not even so much that THE BOY will notice, it just brings us pleasure to make his life have an unexpected joyful moment. YEAH!!!!!

M and my anniversary was Aug 1st. I gave him 3 books about WW2, based on The Pacific. We watched it together. He didn't recognize our anniversary. He even gave me shit about it. He said that I shouldn't expect him to keep track of all the significant dates that I do. I told him that there are only 2 dates I keep track of...our anniversary, and his birthday.

I don't even care about a fucking present. And if he thinks I'm the type of person who gets angry because I don't have a pair of diamond earrings waiting for me....

The present I asked for last year was a letter about how he felt about me. Frankly, I'm tempted to adk for that agsin. Asking what the new expectations are.

Monday, March 22, 2010

To Begin With

Persephone was asked about how to meet a dominant man. She wrote a wonderful post about her search for a dominant partner online using eharmony. I've read her for a long time, so I had followed this process on her previous blog, Persephone's Obedience. At the time she began with Luke, I began with M, and had commented to her that our lives were paralleling strangely. Reading in more detail about her search made me think of how M and I met, so I asked her if she would mind if I detailed how M and I came to know each other. She thought it was a good idea, and graciously expressed her own interest in knowing how our relationship started.

It was an odd series of events...

About a week after Daddy and I parted, my girlfriend Astrid invited me out. I'd been feeling down, and she thought a night of dancing would be just the thing to get me out of my apartment and cheer me up. I put alot of care into getting ready, but it ended up being for nothing. Astrid and I had fun talking and having a few drinks, but every guy we talked to seemed completely incapable of even the most rudimentary conversation. I met a guy who professed to be a writer, and he couldn't even come up with any interesting stories to tell me. I found it extremely frustrating, and I was kinda fed up, with guys in general that week, which culminated in a bit of a rant that you can read here.

During the course of conversation with Astrid, she mentioned she had a profile on a dating website. I was a bit taken aback by that confession. I never imagined Astrid internet dating. I suppose the original stigma is disappearing, and I didn't judge her for it, I was just surprised. And then I became curious.

The next day I got online and found the site, OKCupid, to look at her profile. Initially, I thought I needed to create a profile of my own to search thru the site, but I've since learned that I may have been wrong about that. Nevertheless, I spent a bit of time creating a profile and putting up a pic. I didn't take it seriously, wasn't creating the profile to attract anyone, and began my search for Astrid's profile.

OKCupid has a few standard questions for it's profiles that everyone answers. In addition to that there's a series of questions you can answer that improve your ability to "match" resulting in a "match" percentage, a "friend" percentage, and an "enemy" percentage with all the other people on the site. These voluntary questions also create "personality trait" icons that give you a quick view of the person's personality. These are particularly helpful for kinksters because on this site there is a "More Kinky" icon. (It's cute, too! It's the butt of a woman in garters with a whip!) There's also a feature that allows you to make a request to a potential match for a more detailed report that compares the actual percentages so you can see which of you is actually kinkier. There's also a "Quiver" feature, but more about that later.

I wasn't having much luck finding Astrid, so I started answering the voluntary questions. The questions vary in seriousness, and you can choose to skip one if you don't want to answer them. They're multiple choice answer with the options being of the "strongly disagree" down the line to " strongly agree" variety. They were fun/funny/interesting, and I had a ton answered in no time.

There's a million ways to waste time on OKCupid beyond searching for "the One". There's a journal/blog feature, quizzes, a chat feature, and a message board/forum. The feel of the site is light hearted, and can appear to be just for "hook ups". No doubt many people use it for that. It's not as serious as eharmony, but there are people there looking for serious relationships. On the profiles people have options for what it is they are looking for (e.g. long term dating, short term dating, activity partners, etc.) You can block people, rate people, send "winks" (non-committal "hiya"), and create a list of (and have the option of letting them know) who your "favorites" are.

As I continued to explore the site, I received a message or two with not very good "match" percentages. I didn't bother with them, until I got one with an exceedingly high "match" percentage. It was something like a 90% match. But the message was empty, they hadn't written anything. I went to look at the profile, and the pic was a pretty cute guy, so I read his profile. He seemed interesting, so I emailed him back saying that the message had been blank.

When he replied, it was with a message full of humor and I could tell that he had actually read my profile. Apparently, I had appeared in his "Quiver" (a collection of people the site sends to you that have a high "match" percentage), and I had the highest percentage with him that he'd ever encountered on the site.

This is how M describes his first view of my profile:

"I'm not sure what your first impressions of me were, but you're gorgeous. Your pictures that you posted showed you off, of course, but they weren't overly concerned with "look at this sultry angle" and heh, I was able to tell that you probably weren't just "internet hot" Your pictures were candid and fun. You obviously had personality (god... I had no idea how MUCH personality) I thought you looked the rare combination of hot, yet fun. I agonized over what I could say to you to get your attention, because as I've stated, you're out of my league. Then OKC hiccuped and the now infamous blank message occurred and the rest is history."

There was an exchange of a few more messages, and soon we were chatting on the site's instant messaging feature. When private messaging on the site there was an option to "slap" the other person you're chatting with that we both used. It was a flirty indication that this guy might be up for some spanking. At the time, the chat feature was new and had a lot of glitches, so we moved to Yahoo I.M. We were laughing and teasing each other right away. I definitely flirted with him, and I used the "More Kinky" icon as a means to discern his receptiveness to BDSM and D/s play. I didn't go into much detail, I was just testing the waters. We didn't have any awkwardness, and we ended up talking until something like 5am that first night.

M's side of that first conversation:

"I remember talking to you online. You seemed snarky and spunky and like someone who would take my ribbings and jokes well. I let my guard down quickly and before long we were just talking. I didn't have to figure out if I could say something that would bother you or not. For one thing, the initial part of our conversation dealt with your annoyance that OKC deemed me "More Kinky" than you. I wasn't sure if you viewed me as a challenge or an impostor. You kept grilling me about what I'd done or what I was into. I remember telling you after some prodding that I liked anal sex and you did the internet equivalent of blow a raspberry at me and replied, "child's play". I suppose at that moment, there was no turning back and we had to meet and see where we stood."

[For the record, I was not grilling him! Heh heh :) I did, however, tell him that anal sex was "not kinky." ;D ]

He got no sleep, but when I woke up I had another message in my box. He was emailing me his phone number and daring me to use it. Of course I took him up on it, and sent him a text saying, "O, I dare alright!" He called me on his lunch break, and I believe that's when we mad our first date. I think this was on a Thursday, so from our initial messages to chatting online to that phone call was about 3 or 4 days. We made our date for the next night, Friday August 1st.

I had work that night (I was still working at the restaurant then), and I begged to be allowed to leave after the dinner rush. Of course the bus was late, and I was getting so angry. I called M and he told me he had had his own delay at work. He had gotten a last minute call for an order, and he had told the (French) customer that he had to go (sometimes customers get chatty while ordering) because he had a date. And the guy understood, quickly ending the call! Hahaha

When I got home I quickly did my make-up. I had discussed with a co-worker friend what I was going to wear, so that decision had already been made, and I rushed to do my hair. I called M again, telling him I was running behind, and we agreed to meet in the city at a bar that would be easy for me to get to from the train. While riding the train I was excited, nervous, and didn't know if we should hug, or shake hands, or what when we finally met.

It turned out he made the decision for me, opening his arms when we spotted each other and I crossed the street. It was a good hug, and I thought he was cute, tho he looked different from his profile pics. In the pics he had a beard, but on our first date he was clean shaven and baby-faced. I was attracted, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to sleep with him. I wasn't thinking about BDSM right then, only vanilla, but from our previous conversations I had found him receptive to choking and face fucking, at least. He had also admitted to a kinky fantasy that we eventually fulfilled.

This is M's version of our date once we reached the bar:

"You just charmed the shit out of me and were rough enough around the edges to violently keep my attention. I don't even remember a lot of what we talked about because I just tried to give you an open-ended question so I could just stare at you while you talked. I loved looking at your full, expressive lips while we talked. I loved ribbing you and the faux-offended way you pursed your lips and pouted (equally enthralling was the "are you fucking kidding me?" look with a flash of New Jersey sass you'd flash me when I went too far) when I poked fun. From the moment we sat down at the bar I wanted so badly to kiss you. I loved your hair, I loved your unself-conscious way of laughing, you smelled good and you met me at every turn when I'd pop off with something stupid and somehow I didn't offend you or make you think I was dumb and/or juvenile."

"Every time you touched my shoulder or my leg while we were talking, I took notice, and it was like a bolt went through my system and my "holy fuck" alarm went off. I'm not sure why I finally kissed you in the bar, but like I've said, I never do shit like that. Usually I have to be kissed. The urge to take you was uncontrollable, yet our conversation was so good that we stayed until the bar almost closed!"

That first kiss made me blush! Me?! Blush?! After that there really wasn't any doubt for me. I was very into this guy. I remember laughing until my cheeks hurt, and his smile was so disarming. He had great stories to tell, and told them well. He'd traveled alot thru Europe, to Asia, and all over the U.S. He seemed to be able to find the humor in things; a trait I admire in others, one I sometimes lack. I thought he was paying attention to what I had been saying, but from what he says up ^there^, I guess not! Heh heh :) He also told me that when we left the bar, the bartender, an acquittance of his, asked him my name, and he totally blanked! He says he remembered by the time he got into the cab. Silly boy...

Yes, I had sex with him on what was, technically, our first date. I admit I can be a bit impulsive. I wasn't actively looking for someone like Persephone was, but I was honest about who I was from the beginning. M was assertive enough to contact me, gaining the confidence from the high compatibility percentage. I felt comfortable discussing things of a sexual and kinky nature because of the personality trait icons that indicated we were both "More Kinky".

Maybe eharmony would be best if you know you want to get married, but OKCupid may be good for women interested in dating around a bit, and it's free. There's plenty of other things to do on the site, it's user friendly, and not everyone on there is just looking to get laid. I think the problem with sites like FetLife, CollarMe, and is that they are fetish/BDSM/Sex sites. That's what their focuses are on foremost, not relationships. Vanilla sites offer you the chance to have things in common other than your sexuality, and that's what is going to create a relationship beyond mutual kinks.

M didn't, and probably still wouldn't, consider himself a Dom. He doesn't identify with that, but he was receptive to playing and exploring. He's enjoyed our games and continues to Top me more and more. He's developing games of his own, taking the initiative to create his own play as he becomes more comfortable, and figures out what it is that turns us both on. He's good at it, and it's a process we're doing together.

I'll leave you with these final words from M:

"It's a rare and beautiful thing when 2 depraved people can meet and act out impulses without fear of being admonished, or worse, having the other merely endure someone else's kinks just to placate them. I've never done that with you. I have never thought that you've done that with me."

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Ask Laani

I recieved an email over the weekend with a few questions in it, and I'm posting the email as well as my response, as promised.

Hello Laani!

You said March is the month for your readers to ask you questions, so here goes:

1) In your last post you mentioned you have a Pro-Blog??? What is that? How can I find it? (I just recently discovered your blogs, my boyfriend has been secretly following it and just decided to share it with me a few days ago. Apparently he's been getting off to your stories, hehe, and since we've been talking about adding another girl to the mix, I suppose he wanted to introduce me to this blogosphere as a test? To see if another woman would honestly arouse me? Who knows. Well it worked. I fell in love with your writing style and your posts. Since Monday, I've devoured all the posts I could find since 2007, if there are previous ones, please let me know!)

2) How did you, when did you, discover bdsm? D/lg dynamics? Your submissive side? How did you become a dominatrix?

3) In bed you're submissive, but at work you take charge in, what appears to me to be, a very Domme way. Do you associate yourself as a bottom and a top? Are you a switch? If so, are you equally comfortable in both roles?

4) You worked at a sex club? What was it called? Is it still open?

5) How did you find the erotic literary salon?

6) If you haven't already, could you make an "About me" page? We both want to know so much more about you. We find you to be an intriguing, sexy, coy, and playful minx.


And my response...

Hi Mina,

Thanks for asking. :)

1) My Pro-Blog is one I use for work on my website. I don't think you'd find it of much interest as it's for the clients/slaves. I did have a private blog that only Daddy and I had access to, but I stopped keeping it when he and I parted.

2) How and when I discovered BDSM is harder to describe. I remember reading romance novels as a teenager and I always responding to the over-powering or binding of the heroines. I didn't identify it as BDSM, it just turned me on. I had a bf in my late teens that lent me the Ann Rice books, The Beauty Chronicles, and that really left an impression on me. I had another bf that I explored spanking and rope bondage with, and we did a little D/s, too. It wasn't until "Daddy" that I really got into it. I called him "Daddy" the first time we had sex, and he was significantly older than me (16 years), and it was easy for us to slip into the D/lg dynamic. He told me he wanted me to keep a blog, which ended up being the private one I mentioned, and I went around the internet looking up this type of play. I didn't find much, and so much of the ageplay stuff was Adult Babies, which I'm not into.
It was at Daddy's recommendation that I try being a pro-domme. I was skeptical, but he said I was smart enough and creative enough to do it. He sent me to an acquaintance of his that ran a dungeon, and I trained there. Eventually, I went independent, and now I work for myself.

3) I'm a professional Switch, technically. It's unusual, it's mostly Dommes, and it be dangerous if one isn't very careful. I have done switching with M in bed. Lately, he's been the top and I've been bottom. I'm most comfortable being submissive/bottom. I feel that way naturally, and have an eager to please type personality.

4) I've had quite a few sex industry jobs...stripper, phone sex, webcam modeling, photo and video work, as well as being a pro-switch. The dungeon wasn't a sex club exactly, it was a house of Domination with a staff of Mistresses and many playrooms. In general I do not like swinger's clubs, BDSM clubs, or fetish events. I don't like to play with men for free unless I am in a relationship with them. And there's alot of posturing and posing that doesn't interest me either. Most of the pro-dommes at those events are just show, and the fetish models pretending to be dommes annoys me also. Having said that, I know quite a few wonderful pro-Dommes that I consider very good friends.

5) I read about the salon in the paper, actually. My friend Devo and I attended, and the rest is history.

6) I don't think I know what you mean by an "About Me" page. Is there some kind of application on blogger for it? (ed. I figured out what she meant, but I have no idea what to write on an "About Me" page. heh heh)

I appreciate your taking the time to write, and I'm so pleased you enjoy my writing. Feel free t contact me with any other questions/comments you may have.


Sunday, March 7, 2010

Mea Culpa

Sorry I've been absent lately. Probably no one much noticed, but I just havn't had the urge to write lately. There's been a lot of play recently, with M and my friend Renee.

M has become very adept at turning on the "topping", and he enjoys making me feel "small". He changes the inflection of his voice and I find myself unable (unwilling) to deny his instructions. He seems to enjoy objectification the most. I'm not sure if that's him feeding off of my desire for it, or if it's the natural male desire for voyuerism, but I'm not complaining. ;)

My friend Renee and I have been playing also. We have an agreement for a month of her "owning" me. It's a relaxed sort of ownership, but she likes playing with me. She's a Pro Domme also, and she's only Dom. She's never a bottom, in life or professionally. She enjoys my service oriented submission, and she loves the idea of me being her sexy little maid. She ordered a uniform for me that is soooo fucking super cute and hot! I cannot wait for it to arrive!

In addition to play, I have been working a lot more. I have a new slave that requires a significant amount of attention, as well as new clients contacting me weekly. All of these are good things, but end up cutting into my "reflecting" time, which means my blogs suffer. It's probably been even longer since I've updated my Pro-blog....Sigh

It's also hard to be motivated to blog when I don't have a mandate to do it. I no longer have a Dom/me to direct me to blog, so there are no consequences for my slacking. Also, and this is not a plea, I get few comments on my posts. That may be due to my unreliable posting, but one feels more of an obligation to post if one feels like people are actually interested in what one says. That's not to say I am ungrateful for the commenters I do have (lg and persephone I'm looking at you >wink<), quite the contrary; only that if no one cares, why should I?

And to that end...Apparently, March is the month to open up your blog to questions. If anyone has a question they would like to ask me I'd be happy to answer. You can send them to me via email at or you can just pose them in the comments section of this post. I will honor any questions asked to the best of my ability, and as quickly as possible.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Turning the Tables

So, M and I did a little experiment. Instead of M being the "bull", he participated as the cuckold.

There's a guy I met recently, and he was (is?) very attracted to me. Chris called me to visit the night M came back from his holiday trip to see his Mom. I had time to kill before M's plane landed so I said "Sure." M got in early, so when he called I asked him if he wanted to do something "kinky", and asked if he's be interested in being cuckolded. Chris was willing o participate to, so all were agreed.

But, inevitably, Chris wasn't up to the job. I have a really bad track record with trying to cuckold the guy I'm in a relationship with. It didn't work with "Daddy", and it didn't work this time with M. Chris was able to do a bit for a while; I successfully gave him head, but he was unable to complete the deed. He couldn't fuck me.

In my opinion It's just as well. When I go to M's place that night, after several texts telling me to "Hurry up. I want you," that made me giggle with anticipation, I was fucked properly. No issues with my M achieving a "tire iron" erection. And it felt so good to feel him again. There was even a little reprise in the morning before he had to go to work.

M hasn't had that much to say about the experience, other than he enjoyed being able to watch me, and that he got aroused watching me blow Chris. He feels I wasn't fucked "properly" and wouldn't be able to judge his reaction accurately without me getting a good hard fuck. In my experience I doubt that's going to happen.

I'm not particularly interested in revisiting the scenario, not with M as the "cuck" anyway. It's not our dynamic. It seems unnatural somehow, tho M and I do "switch", for me to cuckold M. I'm not that interested in other men, and I'd only do it again if it would urn M on, which I'm not entirely sure it would. I mean, M was turned on, but all things considered, it appears to me to be more hassle than it's worth, it doesn't increase M's desire for me in a significant way that I can discern.

I wish I felt like I knew what I was doing. What I want to do is constantly experiment with M all the kinky things that could turn us on. I don't think anything we've done has been detrimental to our sex life, and I'm loathe to misstep and cause some sort of rift. I have no clue what would be "too far." It's my nature to self reflect, and there's this blog, so I will analyze the ramifications of the games we play. Sometimes I can't help feeling like I'm dragging M along for the ride, and he's only interested in the novelty of it, and doesn't find these games as much of a possible turn on as I could.