Vintage Vixen

I love the way satin feels against my skin. More than any other clothing, satin makes me feel sexy and powerful! Perhaps you’ve seen a few pictures of me, scattered hither and yon, dressed (or undressed) in that luxuriously decadent fabric. Perhaps you’ve noticed a particular gleam of wicked mischief in my eye whenever I’m wearing it. 😉

I’m going to be real with y’all for a minute here, so brace yourself. Years ago I had major body issues. I hated my body and punished it for not being ‘perfect’ with way over-the-top diet and fitness regimes. I didn’t eat a custard tart in ten years, and I love custard tarts with a deep and visceral passion! I tied up a lot of my self-worth in the slenderness of my thighs. This is not unique to me, a lot of women are (or have been) in similar states of never-ending battle with their bodies.  It took me a long goddamn time to reach a state of peace with my physical imperfections, and even longer to actually embrace all my wiggly, jiggly bits, and acknowledge the power that actual feminine curves have over men.

If it wasn’t obvious, I’ve loosened up considerably.

But what does that have to do with my love of satin? I’m so glad you asked! It occurred to me that I’d not really taken many body shots (ooh-er!) in the last couple of years, and that just won’t do, darlings. So to celebrate my twin loves of bouncy-soft curves and sexy satin, here’s a brand new picture just for you boys.

Want to see the other three from this set?

Now, where are the custard tarts? 😉

Power

It’s a long time since I first discovered my own power. My unique, personal power, that belonged only to me and which nobody could take from me. You have it too, of course. Everybody does. But mine? Mine is special. It’s special because I choose to use it in very direct and targetted ways, which the vast majority of women do not. I don’t understand that choice, frankly. In my perfect world, women are always in charge; but that’s a whole other story.

My power is soft. It’s curved. My power is in delicacy and charm, in an artistic flair and in the ability to wield a riding crop and a sentence with the same pointed and stinging intent. My power is in making you want to say yes.

But here’s the thing about power that so many people don’t understand. Acknowledging someone else’s power, absolutely does not deplete your own supply. It doesn’t diminish you. It doesn’t make you somehow less. In fact, I don’t want you to be less. When you submit to me, I want it to be from a place of personal empowerment. I want to empower you to kneel. I want your adoration, and yes, even your love, to add to your life, not to subtract from it. This is how I use my power: To heal and nourish the submissive soul.

My power is infinite, because I know who and what I am. I feel no confusion, shame or regret when it comes to indulging my fetishes or giving free reign to my desires. This is what it is to be a dominant woman. It is the casting off of the veil that little girls are draped in, that says you must always be sweet and accommodating and inoffensive. It’s a beautiful, liberating thing to do, and I have never stopped being glad that I had the conviction to do it. And I have never stopped being glad, my sweet, that you are here to share in the experience.

 

 

Matriarchy

noun
a system of society or government ruled by a woman or women.
“a matriarchy run by morally superior women”

 

Dear Boys,

It’s been a while since I wrote a blog. Longer since I wrote one with any real, personal depth to it. This one however, resonates deeply in my soul. This one, is important.

A few weeks back I Tweeted an, at the time, glib comment. To quote myself: My goal for the second half of 2018 is to start casually talking about men the way they do about women, just to fuck with them. “The world would be so much more compassionate and nurturing if men were in charge.”

But posting that comment got me thinking. And thinking. And thinking some more. Because you see, I’ve come to understand that I really do believe the world would be better off with women in charge. And so I have decided to simply act as though that were the case. Be the change you want to see etc. So from this point on, my world is a Matriarchy. My world is one in which men are the ones frantically plucking hairs and moisturizing; lurching through summer in ridiculous shoes and clothing; cooking fabulous meals for the family and still finding time to maintain that beauty regime, and of course, asking very politely if they can have some pocket money for the week.

In my world, it’s silly to assume that men should have, or even want to have, positions of power at work. Silly to assume they can be in charge of a budget. Utterly ridiculous to assume they care about much other than looking nice and providing whatever sexual services their better halves have an urge for. In other words sweetness, in my world, men are now the 1950’s housewife stereotype, under the firm but (usually) kind leadership of a woman.

You all had your chance, you screwed it up. Now we’re trying something different. Get on board or exit stage left.

Love,
Charlotte
xoxo

Obedience = Joy

You hear that a lot in this scene. Obedience is pleasure. Obedience is necessary. Obedience to Mistress is the purest joy a boy could ask for. And you know what? It’s all true.

Perhaps you’ve already noticed the new Slave Assignments section of my website? Well darlings, since allowing you all access to this new bag of goodies, the emails have been coming thick and fast. Proof to me, if it were needed, of just how deeply you boys crave that deeper connection. How you long to allow all thoughts to slide out of your mind, as you instantly move to obey my every word. It’s utterly delicious!

Mmm, I love the feeling of power it gives me to watch you succumb…

 

 

Respect

Every now and again, I get a comment from someone in my inbox, loudly yelling and attempting to chastise me because I ‘have no respect for men.’ I can understand how, on the very surface, it could appear that way to the uninitiated. When you dig just a fraction deeper though, it seems to me that it should be ridiculous to assume a dominatrix hates men. Let me give you just a few reasons why:

  • We are (usually) sexually attracted to men, and choose who we play with based on whether we like them. It’s hard to like people for whom you have no respect. If I dislike or disrespect you, the fuck would I let you anywhere near me? And yes, that includes online interaction.
  • Dommes (hypnodommes in particular) devote a rather sizeable portion of our lives to helping men experience and understand their own needs and desires. Many of these men, we’ll never meet or speak to, and yet we care enough to spend hours and days on making sure they have a good experience. Why? Because we respect your desire to explore your sexuality. In a vast number of cases, the work you watch or listen to isn’t about us at all. It’s about you, and what you need as a sub.
  • In order to humiliate, hurt, restrain, restrict and control, you start from a place of love or care. We might laugh at you or make you do gross, stupid or ouchy things, but once the scene is done, you’ll at the very least get a ‘good boy’ and at most, a whole lot of praise and aftercare. We see men at their weakest and most vulnerable. If there were no respect there, we wouldn’t bother, we’d just go out for cocktails. Way easier.
  • It takes enormous strength of character to allow yourself to be under somebody else’s complete control. This is not a small thing. It’s huge. We have nothing but respect for any man who can put his pride and dignity on a shelf for the sake of pleasing a woman, even if that woman is not us. It speaks of personal security, strength, honour and chivalry. It’s impossible not to respect those qualities.

There’s more to it, of course there is. No doubt I’ll look at these few points later and think ‘oh, I should’ve mentioned this’. But it’s enough for now to get a feel for the subject. Respect is earned, and it should be mutual. Naturally I have no respect whatsoever for those who cannot respect me, and the same should be true for you too. But in my world, simply engaging in BDSM is not a reason to assume there is no respect. Quite the opposite is true.

And one last point before I wrap this up: Calling out shitty behaviour is not disrespect. If your domme of choice genuinely disrespects you, before you start shouting that she’s a bitch, perhaps look at your own actions and ask yourself why this should be the case. Perhaps there’s something you can work on there.