I know that I have been missing for several days.  I don't want to worry anyone, but I have been dealing with some minor medical issues.  I hope you will all strive to be understanding--today, one of My local boys will be taking Me shopping to try and cheer Me up.  Perhaps you could do something similar?

Updates are forthcoming, but in the meantime, I expect you to respect My absence, not badger Me or find Me through means I have not approved.  Have I given you My skype address?  If I have not, you may not contact Me, even if you think you've cleverly managed to find Me.  I have rules and protocol in place for many, many reasons, and expect them to be followed.

I adore this song.  It so beautifully embodies the passion and anger of a Woman scorned.  Don't anger your Goddess, piggies--I'm looking for a man to break, a soul to take.

All errors have been corrected.

It has been brought to my attention that a few of the links here on My blog were not working correctly.  The responsible party has been informed, and he assures Me all errors have been corrected. 

At least, I think that's what he was saying.  I understand it's very difficult to control one's diction around a ball gag.

"Princess"

I've been trying to do more research since finally officially setting myself up online, and see what other Ladies in My position have to say.  I thought, "Surely, a little conversation with My peers would be lovely!"  Oh, was I in for a surprise.

I avoided the really big sites, because I don't like to fight for attention, and there are many, many voices there already.  So I looked for a few personal blogs.  

Platinum blondes--as far as the eye can see.  

Pouty little blonde girls with too much makeup and absolutely no personality.  Little Paris Hilton wannabes, with their hands out and their legs spread.  These girls would not know class if it struck them in the face.  And here they are, playing to a needy, wanting audience, but all they have to offer are pretty faces.  There is no Domination there--how dare they besmirch My title?  They take and take like the little parasites they are, leaving their subs high, dry, and hungry.  I might make you feel the squeeze, but I assure you I would never let you starve.

Do not feed these girls.  If you washed off the make-up and pulled away the Prada bag and the expensive sunglasses, I think you would find that there is nothing left there.  We, as Doms, talk only rarely about the needs of our subs, but I had an interesting conversation today (to be continued?) and wish for a moment to address it.

I believe there may be some subs out there who truly enjoy having everything thing they own gobbled up by some power-drunk little girl.  But I think they are far fewer than there are men forking over cash to them.  Ask yourself, boy, for just a moment--are you truly all right with receiving nothing in return for your service but a few emotionless photos and an empty wallet?  Or do you seek discipline, safety, and the absolute freedom of absolute surrender?  These things are not easy, but I can build them in you, if you are Mine.  You must obey, and you must serve.  But one must, in many ways, serve to be served.  

Any relationship should be mutual in some respect.  
  

Why I'm a Windows fangirl.

Windows v. IPhone

Now give me just a moment and I'll explain, because this post probably seems out of place at the moment.  I feel bad for Microsoft and all the flak they catch from trendy IPhone users.  Thing is, most people I know use more Microsoft products even while singing the praises of IPhone ownership.  Silly.  The thing about Microsoft these days, is that all of their products are connected.  

So from one little cellphone I can control:

• Your phone
• Your computer
• Your XBox
• Your tablet 

 I have a very good handle on it these days, since all my own systems are hooked up in this fashion.  The parental controls can be pretty tight though. . .

All Polished Up

Going riding this weekend, yay!  Motorcycles, not horses.  I'm thinking I might want a new leather jacket...My current one is too heavy for this time of year, and it doesn't match the outfit I want to wear.  Any good suggestions, piggies?

I have loved motorcycles FOREVER.  This is the first time this season I will be getting the opportunity to go out.  I love the feel of a big, strong machine between My thighs, the wind in My hair while I sit back and enjoy the scenery.

It's going to be glorious. 

Just doing a little shopping--one of My favorite activities.  What do you think of these, piggies?  What is your favorite device to ensure your Goddess's pleasure?