There Are Times To Think.  Sometimes Those Times Are When There Is Solitude.  Left Alone Or Perhaps

Conversations with My puppybitch. (Open forum)

Questions, chat, confessions or whatever crosses your mind.  Please feel free to join in. 

We are trying to become more involved in the tumblr community, the Femdomme community in particular.

I look forward to reading it.  Thank you.

Interesting...but talk about roasted chestnuts!

Because I can.

When silence is golden and a simple touch speaks volumes

Pity the heels aren't peep toe

Lovely and loving

I want you at my feet, pretty boy - looking up at me, soft eyes, soft mouth. I’ll rub my thumb across your bottom lip and tell you how lovely you are. How much it means to me when you kneel for me. Don’t bow your head, don’t lower your eyes. I love your strength, your pride, the way you turn it all over to me. I love the way you look with my fingers tangled in your hair and my hand against your throat.