MILF HUNTRESS

Received this comment today.  

I’ve been addicted to your blog for a while now. Figured I might as well register. Your writing validates my testosterone feelings, as something not shameful but something to be embraced.

I get as much positive feedback from men as women and it does mean alot to me.  The place and purpose of sexuality in my blogs is both for fun and honesty.  We are all sexual creatures.  Society likes to give us alot of flack about it, at the very same time they spoonfeed us SEX through the media.  Truth is, however you feel, there is a very valid reason for it, so explore it, and/or go with it.  As long as things are consensual,.. anything goes.

Had my second trampling session today!  I am still in training so not making even close to what I eventually will…….but it’s a start.  I have more money in my pocket than before I left.  I get to go down into the city, live on the other side for a moment or two.  Then I return to country paradise……..or rather, Hillbilly Bob’s Hoedown at EatingPeachez Acres.

My mentor is also an aerial artist.  You can check out her troop at http://www.thievesofflight.com/.  She is offering lessons beginning in October which will take place immediately after our sessions.  I can’t wait to start and learn some grace along with this muscle.

Other than that, I ate 800 calories in low sugar ice cream today and have been on the sh-tter for the better part of the day.   No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Yah! I get to go trample more cock on Wednesday!  But that is not the big news on the agenda.  Big news on the agenda is I am picking tattoo colours.   I am picking tattoo colours the way most persons choose home colours.  Paint samples.  I have decided I want no black on my body.  I want my tattoos to look like oil paintings and my body is the canvas.  On the front is the narcissus flower (of course).  On the back, what is for me a very symbolic tattoo, and a hermetic symbol.  It is my interpretation of the physician’s staff, which of course goes way back before modern medicine.  Two snakes climbing a bronze staff.  At the head of the staff are wings.  I have traded out the standard wings for the wings of a phoenix.  This is all to be in cream, brown/bronze, and olive green.  Colors of my veins, skin, nipples. 

So while he is “worshiping me” there is an energy exchange going on, and frankly it is draining.  High needs this man.  He has left me about 12 messages in 24 hours.  Sure they are all very nice things like “You are a Goddess, my place is under you,at your feet,  to serve you, yada yada yada.”  BUT his fetishes are very specific and I might have bitten off more than I can possible chew.  He truly desires a Goddess.  He truly desires to be enslaved.  But aren’t slaves supposed to do as they are told………and speak when they are spoken to?  He did say something about a little surprise shopping. 

Alright, so now I’ve got another guy.  10 years younger than me, not bad looking.  He wants me to spank him so hard that he goes pee in his diapers.  I don’t know. I’m sadistic and all.  I just clearly remember there came a time about 7 years ago……..I swore I would never change a diaper again.

When he was 12 he had some next door neighbors.  Girls 4-6 years older than him that would make him rub their feet, suck their toes, etc.  They would have parties, never inviting him, but calling him after the party to come and clean up for them.  He was the first to get a car, and they used him badly.  He drove them around the world 7 times.  All of his early orgasms were masturbation at the feet of dominant females.  He has since gone on to become a very successful business man owning three businesses in the city.  But he still only wants to come at the feet of the alpha female.  He wants to be used, abused.  He wants a woman who will crawl inside his head, use the information she finds therein against him, and take him for all he is worth.  If I could meet those young dominant school-girls today, I would kiss both of their naughty faces.

So things were slow at my day job, and I went on Craigslist and found a submissive.  I didn’t do too badly either.  Found a man advertising for an “alpha female”.  I’m a shy little lassie, but definitely have some “alpha” about me.  So this guy has a foot fetish.  Wants to be owned heart, mind, body, and soul………………………………….
……………did I mention bank account?  lol  The first night and he has already offered me shoe shopping and weekly pedicures.  He said eventually, if it all works out, he would like to sign two of his six bank accounts over to me.  He has already called to ask me permission to take his niece and nephew out to dinner.  EXCUSE ME???!!!!  WHYTF didn’t I get into this dominatrixing sh-t A DECADE AGO? 

So the things we do to keep in shape, huh?  Definitely strong motivation to look good and stay strong when I need to put men at my mercy. 

I am partly doing this for the money.  Partly doing this for the fun of it.  I like to role play…I’m a frustrated actress.  Supposed to be deciding on a persona, but I can’t settle down to just one. 

I want do sadistic German housewife, Russian interrogator, definitely want to play Dr. 

KNOW I am going to have a Chevy Chase moment when I walk into the loft on Wednesday.  THIS IS CRAZY.  THIS IS CRAZY.  THIS IS CRAZY.  THIS IS CRAZY. 

Guess the guy we will be dealing with for starters is a repeat customer severely into TRAMPLING.   Of course this means, ….I am definitely going for a pedicure tomorrow. 

So I had a dream the other night.  This time it was a stalker guy.  He was in my adolescent bedroom, having found my whereabouts from myspace.  He was young to middle age, not bad looking…not necessarily attractive either.  More…non descript.  So he is standing by my bed and I am like,  “What the f-ck are you doing here?  Get the f-ck out!”  He doesn’t move, so I become more abusive.  “Get out you f-cking worm, you f-ing sleazeball!  I will beat your f-ing ass if you don’t get out of my f-ing house!!”  lol  ……You know, the good stuff.  Ooh, then ickily enough I realize, he is becoming aroused, he is liking the abuse.  I’m not so much freaked out by his perverted behavior as I am just thinking, “How the f’ck do I get rid of this guy if threats and intimidation…. turn him on???”