I'm trying something different for a while; we'll see if it will stick. For now, though, I'm posting entries over here instead.

Today was so fun. I have a lovely new servant - we'll see how that goes, but I had a great time playing with him. And then I had my first CBT* session (well, outside of a double with another mistress). That was also fun. A _lot_ of fun.

I also need to take more foot photos, since I'm finding that I really enjoy foot worship.


CBT, for anyone unfamiliar with the term, means Cock and Ball Torture.

Well, hells bells. No more spankings for me - doctor's orders. I appear to be taking too much damage around the tailbone, and it's causing all sorts of problems.

Of course, I can give as many spankings as I want. Good thing I switched to domming.

Foot Party

Tomorrow I'm off to Footnight San Francisco. This will be my second one.

Footnight is awesome for a multitude of reasons. For the women, well, we get our feet worshipped: massaged, kissed, licked, nibbled on, tickled, and gently cleaned. This just feels good. One of my absolute favorites is when a gentleman rubs the bottom of my foot against his stubble. It just feels amazing. It tickles, but not too much. And it scratches. And, well, I like stubble.

It's also one of the few times when I get to see the other women I work with so much. Normally, when I'm in session, it's just me. Or maybe me and one other woman. At footnight, I can wander into a room and see any of a number of women I know and like. And it's fun watching them react to foot worship, too. A bit of voyeurism there on my part.

For the foot fetishists in attendance, well... There are beautiful women, with beautiful feet, who enjoy foot worship, all around. There are also other people who share the same fetish. There's something wonderfully reassuring about that. Last time, I let my last session of the night go longer because the young man worshipping my feet was just so sweet, and so eager, and so clearly relieved that there were other people who felt the way he did, and women who liked it and weren't just putting up with foot worship (like his ex-gf). I really liked him. There was something so vulnerable and wonderful and worth treasuring in that exchange.

Phone Etiquette

I'm telling you a secret now.

At the Gates, we take appointments by phone. This is not the secret. Although some places do allow walk-ins, so it is worth noting that we don't.

The secret is that whichever ladies aren't in session at the moment answer the phone. We will never admit it to you, if you call and ask us which domina/switch we are. We will always say that we're just the receptionist. There are several reasons for this.

Reason 1:
This reduces wankers. Those callers who want to get a free wank from talking to a real live sex worker on the phone. They never come in, these guys. They just want to talk about "disgusting" acts (and they'll use that word) while they jerk off. It's easy to tell when a guy is doing that. And it's downright rude. We're a professional dungeon here, this is how we earn our rent.

One of the quickest giveaways on this is that the guy wants all the really intense stuff, and has never been to the dungeon before. If he's asking for full toilet training, having cigarettes put out on his tongue, having all the women in the house come in to participate in a golden shower on him, and he's never been there before, he's a wanker. Spitting, too. That's a common one with wankers.

Another common one is the wanker telling the "receptionist" how sexy her voice is and asking for a session with her. Then persisting, after she repeats that she's just the receptionist, and asking that she participate in the mass golden shower (see prior paragraph) even though he knows she doesn't generally do that.

Reason 2:
Fairness. If you're answering the phone, that's a position of contact. You can pitch yourself to the guy and begin playing mind games with him right then. That's not fair to the other ladies.

Mind you, there are moments when the guy on the phone will actually disparage you to yourself, not realizing that the "chubby redhead" or "scrawny asian chick" or "brunette with the knockers" is the one answering the phone. Keep that in mind, if you're calling to make an appointment. Politeness here goes a long way. We will make the effort to fit you in to a busy day if you're polite. If, however, you insult the woman doing the scheduling, she really sees no reason to do you a favor.

Reason 3:
Safety. It allows us to catch the slimey guys. The scary guys. The ones we don't want coming to the house. And it allows us a thin extra layer of anonymity while we do it.

You see, since we all answer the phone, we learn the voices of the clients. We learn little telltales that give particular people away, or that signal us to be cautious. And we talk to each other. We tell each other about the wankers who have called, what they say, what accents they have. We also tell each other about the bad clients we've had or answered calls for, and how to recognize them. We all answer the phone, we are all invested in the safety and success of the house, and we all know what to look out for. Which a straight receptionist might not.


Yesterday, I was lucky enough to be the one answering the phone when one of those scary guys called. Lucky because he was calling for me, and the girl answering most of the calls was new, and still training. She doesn't recognize the wankers or the scary guys yet.

This fellow used to call for me on a regular basis. He has a middle eastern accent - I can't pinpoint it, but it has hints of England in it. And he always asks about how heavy a spanking I can take. How heavy a caning. Is she a heavy sub? he asks, breathing a little too hard. Can she take a really good spanking? And he's not actually talking about the kind of spanking I would consider heavy. He's talking about leaving massive bruises. The kind the keeps you from working for another three weeks. He's been in to the house once, and Sage 86ed him after he overdid it and crossed boundaries. I wasn't the one who saw him, that was before my time. But Sage had me listen in on one of his calls so I could recognize his voice.

He pretended to be a completely new client, and to have just read my profile. But, and here's the thing, he clearly hadn't. He referred to my old profile, the one that used to be up before I took my break. The one where I only subbed. And I don't do that anymore. In fact, I don't sub much anymore. I don't think I want to sub at all, actually.

So, I recognized him and told him to look again, because that was certainly not what Rosalynde's profile said. And he argued with me a while - or at least tried to. I told him no, he could not see Rosalynde, she did not sub anymore, and asked him if he had called before. In fact, I told him I remembered talking to him before, that he was the fellow who always asked about marking and heavy spankings, right? And he insisted he wasn't, but he'd already used those phrases in the conversation. And I told him I didn't know of anyone in the house who took the kind of spanking he was thinking of. And then I hung up.

The moral of the story? There isn't really one. Be polite to receptionists, you never know when they're going to be spanking your ass? Don't be a wanker wasting other people's time? Don't let assholes waste your time? Pay attention to voices and stand your ground?

I will say, if you call the Gates to make an appointment, do be polite. And don't tell the receptionist what a sexy voice she has, or pester her to tell you which lady she is.

Tickled Pink

I love domming.

I had no idea how much more fun it would be to dom at the Gates than to sub. A guess, perhaps, but not certainty.

Today I had the sweetest little sub come in for a tickle session, and it was just so lovely hooking him up to the suspension bar and setting him quivering this way and then that. And making him close his eyes as I tried out different toys and tools on him.

It's a totally different feeling from subbing. And, for me, at the Gates, much more empowering. I'm not worried about how I'm feeling, not worried about my boundaries... instead, I'm completely engrossed in how he's feeling, in respecting his boundaries, in creating a palette of sensations... There's very little worry there. Just focus. And when it's working, when I see him reacting more and more, when I hear him inhaling suddenly in response, it's just lovely.

By the end, he was quivering at even the slightest little touches. Excellent.

The Prodigal Daughter

Tomorrow is my first day back at the Gates. I will admit to some nervousness, but I think taking this break has been good for me.

I started at the Gates a little over a year ago, and I started as a submissive. I had no intentions of switching. I am submissive in my personal life, and I knew, at the time, that I preferred it.

Since then, though, things have changed. Leaving the Gates, taking the time off, helped me think it through.

The thing is, while I am submissive in my personal life, while I love being in that role, I don't love being in that role for just anybody. For me, being submissive is about trust. And I was lucky enough that I had some dom clients I could trust. But not all. Not even most. I can't trust someone who won't respect my boundaries. I can't trust someone who will hit me as hard as he wants without taking into consideration my need to warm up. Or my desire not to be bruised 8 ways till Sunday. I don't like having my breasts touched. And I can't tell you how many clients were not okay with that. I'm fine with showing them, that's not an issue. But touch in that area is, unfortunately, a huge turnoff for me outside of very specific circcumstances. Which only, by the way, happen with trust.

Mind you, there are some wonderful doms I've seen through the Gates. But there were many who didn't care about me at all. I'm not asking for love and devotion, I'm not asking for a relationship that extends beyond the scene of the moment. But I am asking for the acknowledgement that I am another person, that I am your playmate for this hour, and that while I want to please you, I will not do so at the expense of my own boundaries.

Those doms I didn't like never viewed me as a person. In fact, that depersonalization is what they were paying for. They didn't want to deal with the messiness of respect and boundaries. They wanted their fantasy fulfilled. They wanted to be selfish and not to have to consider the wants of another person. That's what they were paying for. And I can't really say they were wrong. I can say, however, that I don't want to play with them.

Being dominant, on the other hand, and playing with submissive clients... That's pure pleasure.

Funny, isn't it, that I identify as a submissive, and yet most of what I have to say about subbing professionally is very negative, yet what I have to say about domming professionally is very positive.

I loved domming at the Gates. I loved having a client come in and treat me with respect. I loved having a client begging to serve me, or letting me catch him out in inappropriate behavior and punish him. I loved knowing that, by god, my client was going to respect my boundaries or I was going to hurt him. And that he was going to thank me for it. And I loved, loved, loved being able to relax into the moment and truly enjoy it, instead of worrying about how to protect myself from getting grabbed or hit in ways I didn't enjoy.

I know, again, that there will be submissive clients who don't really care about who I am or whether I enjoy myself. But by the very nature of the scene, they will offer me respect. And, honestly, those submissives I've topped, I've deeply enjoyed. Most of them read as sincere within our interactions, and that's enough for me.