A Velvet Thought – Mistresses Musings: Why writing?

On numerous occasions I have come across wandering souls who have asked me “Why writing?”, “Why do you put stories on your blog?”, “Will you ever write a book?” or “Are the stories on your blog real?”

Everyone perceives things in totally different ways, some see me as a sinner, some see me as a saint, both are accurate depending on perspective, but my aim is not to please the masses. I was once a writer by profession and these days, my blog is my outlet. It is a way for me to express the things which I would likely find difficult to describe by mere talk and, being an extrovert by nature, a way to reach a substantially larger audience.

My writing will always spark upon memories, experiences or ideas that are intimate and personal, but also very real. All my blog stories are inspired by actual events or activities, things I have said or done either at clubs or shows, socialising or in the dungeons (I never mention names with the exception of my own unless I have consent, discretion is paramount). But how each person views my stories makes little difference. Believe them or not, the main reason I write is to spark an emotion, any emotion, to just allow the people who read them to feel, imagine and possibly fantasise.

For me its about having something to give. Something for those Dominants and submissives who find it difficult to make their fantasies a reality or who live vicariously through others. Something to share with those around me and with anyone who is willing to read.

And if it inspires people to visit me. So be it. Maybe they will get their own little story etched into my blackened manuscripts.

Why do you put stories on your blog?:
To inspire.

Are the stories on your blog real?:
Yes, all inspired by actual events or activities.

Will you ever write a book?:
I am already a published writer, but not of any BDSM works. I will think about it.

Why writing?:
Because I want to. I need no other reason.

Gentle flogging – A demonstration.

Continuing my quest to alleviate a few concerns about BDSM play: A flogging can also be incredibly gentle and feel blissful.

Just the other day I was asked if flogging was painful, to which I replied: “It can be but it does not need to be. It is kind of like a BDSM style massage when done lightly.”

Of course, the sensation one receives is down to the experience of the dominant who is wielding the flogger, their technique, the quality and material of the tool(s) and, of course, how heavy they flog you. It can be incredibly silky or painfully stingy, it is all down to what direction people want to take their play.

This video has been published with the consent of the recipient receiving my flogger.

This flogging starts very gently, but becomes faster and a little harder closer to the end.

Enjoy.

This little piggy.

I have very little experience when it comes to ageplay. I find it difficult. But it is not something I rule out as a hard limit. I will always make an attempt at being the motherly figure. In fact, I believe I do it rather well towards adult-minded menials and petplay enthusiasts.

I can be loving when the mood takes me.

But I will never forget my first ageplay session. The baby-spaced menial was laid down on the bed in my dungeon with a large towel beneath him and I had just changed, or rather, attempted to change his nappy (It can be incredibly difficult with claws).

He started to mock cry, so I decided to improvise.

“This little piggy went to Purgatory…”
“This little piggy burned in Hell…”
“This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh…”
“This little piggy violated virgins…”
“And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top…”

Bearing my teeth in a forced smile and saying “Coochi coo” did not help either.

Luckily, I do not get many requests for the babyplay fetish.

This is not a fallacy. I am Online.

I have never been one for online play. You cannot touch or feel your subjects flesh, you cannot use your arsenal of favorite toys, it is rare you even get to see their facial expressions and things like scent or smell are completely nonexistent (which is a complete shame as I have always considered this rather important to set specific moods).

However, despite all of the above, I still get many requests to do online or webcam domination.

So, in the interest of furthering my rather dark influence, I have bought a webcam and joined a website called adultwork.com where I will be doing online webcam sessions when I have the free time (Gratitude to the menial who suggested the site, you know who you are).

Keep a watchful eye on my Twitter for updates on when I will be available for webcam and you can view my adultwork.com profile using the link provided in the “My Links” section on this blog.

If I wish.

“There is no good without evil.” I said as I sat on my throne, leaning forward over his knelt position at my feet. “No love without hate. No peace without war. No innocence without lust. Every Goddess is attributed something so that mortals can make better sense of the things that they can never truly understand.”

“Yes Goddess.” He said with widened eyes. He seemed in awe at simply having the privilege of kneeling in front of me. I had his undivided attention. This pleased me.

“And what do you think mundanes have attributed to me?” I said as I ran a clawed finger gently over his cheek.

“Beauty, Goddess?”

My gentle caress turned swiftly into a backhanded strike. He yelped and cowered, almost laying completely on the floor in supplication.

“Suffering, Pain and Corruption,” I growled, baring my sharpened teeth and leaning closer. “Do you think Beauty would have such a sadistic nature?” I paused and stared at him a few moments before leaning back into my throne and forcefully relaxing my posture. “I am Darkness.”

He crawled towards me and cautiously lifted himself from the floor to place an incredibly gentle kiss on my knee. “I am sorry Great One, I beg forgiveness.”

I leaned forward sharply and grabbed the D-ring of his leather collar, pulling his face to within a few inches of my own. “If I wish, I am strong enough to rip you from this world.”

His eyes widened. “Yes, Goddess.”

“If I wish, I could drag you in to the deepest, darkest, perverted recesses of my mind where I would torture and humiliate you for all eternity.”

His eyebrows clenched into a worried position. “Yes, Goddess.” The scent of fear was oozing from every pore in his body, wafting my senses and igniting an endorphin rush.

“And when I wish it, you would beg for more.” I said in sultry tones as I began to salivate at the decadent thoughts which were pulsing through my mind like a lighthouse on steroids.

His eyes glazed with tear, his attention set firmly on my words. “Yes, Goddess.”

“If I wish, I could still the beating of the heart in your breast and the breath in your body. Simply by wishing it.” I continued as I pulled him further forward by the collar. His eyes transfixed on mine and so close he held his breath.

Silence fell for the few moments I held him there. Solid in fear and supplication. Breath held, body tense, eyes transfixed.

And then I released him and pushed him forcefully to the floor before returning to my relaxed posture on the throne.

“If.. I.. wish.”

Procuring permanence.

Every day, I get emails, messages and phone calls from menials asking me if I am in need of a permanent submissive or personal house slave and if I am currently looking for something ‘long term’.
The truth of the matter is: I am constantly looking. However I have a strict and rigorous process of elimination. I do not give the collar lightly. Nor would I give it to someone I consider undeserving.

There was a time when I had several permanent and collared menials of my own, I made the decision not to take on any more about 7 years ago. Over the course of time I eventually released them all from their collars and servitude for various reasons. Some fell in love and asked to be given to their partners and some had to move out of the country for family or personal reasons. Regardless, I never did take on any more permanent submissives and I have been without for several years now (though I still like to keep in contact with most of them and they all know where I am should they ever need me).

To answer the question: “Am I looking?”, the answer is yes, constantly. But there is a process to determine if the menial in question is suitable. I loath time wasters and simply saying it is something you want is not enough. Too many people are not serious about it. They want something that is only online and not truly real, simply want the fantasy in their head or the ability to say they are “owned”. Intent of loyalty and dedication must be proven before I will consider anything that might be lasting.
In this blog post I am going to explain my process and what needs to be done in order to be taken seriously if approaching me with such a subject or request.

Preliminary requirements:
• I am not looking for something ‘live-in’. A certain amount if independence is mandatory. If I take on a full-time menial it does not mean you will be giving up work, home, family, friends or vanilla life. It simply means that certain priorities and some aspects of lifestyle will change.
• I am not looking for a relationship, I am already in one. On that note: If a menial does not get along with my partner, this means they are not suitable.

Step one – First contact:
Contacting me by phone, messaging or email is fine, however, showing your face in the flesh is mandatory before I will begin to truly notice you. Making a good first impression is important. When we do meet: Dress well, smell nice, be honest and try not to cringe when I smile.

Step two – Work benefits:
My time is valuable and trust comes with time. This is where being a professional Dominatrix comes in handy as part of my process. Having a few sessions in my dungeon with me allows me to familiarise myself with the potential menial. Both body and mind. I learn many things during play, including things like fetish preferences, limits, personality and overall compatibility. If a menial is not willing to tribute, it generally means they are not willing to sacrifice, will be unable to meet certain expectations and/or are ‘stingy’. It also paves the way towards trust being established (which is incredibly important and necessary for both parties). Many people interested in the lifestyle are mentally questionable, some are even dangerous. I will not meet anyone outside the safety and protection of my dungeon walls or in a more social setting until a certain amount if trust is established.

Step three – Prying eyes:
Once I have gotten to know a menial well, find their company pleasing and those first steps of trust have been established and solidified, I may end up offering them an opportunity to come with me to one of the many BDSM clubs, events or shows that I partake in throughout the course of the year. This is a huge step as it means the menial will not only be accompanying me to a public social occasion based outside the privacy and safety of the dungeon, but also that they will be meeting my partner and friends (all of whom will be judging the menial to make sure they are ‘good enough’ for me). I am an extrovert by nature, far from being prudish. If the potential menial cannot tolerate the eyes or comments of like-minded peers then it is unlikely they will make it to the next step of my process. If the offer of joining me is declined (unless a suitable reason for declining is given) it is very unlikely a second offer will be ventured.

Step four – Of hearth and home:
In the incredibly unlikely event that the potential has managed to make it to this step: has built up this huge amount of trust, gets along with my partner and friends, has no problem attending the events, pleases me, keeps me happy, is compatible material in every sense of the word and has not disappeared yet: they may end up getting the opportunity to to visit my home. This may simply be to pick me up and chauffeur me somewhere for a day out (the menial naturally coming out with me for the day) to begin with, but the single act of knowing and seeing that place which is most personal to me signifies a lot. Eventually, the potential may be invited inside and even further along in this stage: may be invited to stay overnight.

Step five – The collar:
The final stage. By now the menial should already be integrated into my circle of trust, is comfortable with his/her station within my household, understands fully what is expected and what to expect. The journey to this point would have been quite a long one, as I said previously: “I do not give the collar lightly”. This final stage is not an easy decision (on my part or the menials). Should I decide to offer the menial the chance to be collared permanently, I would not expect an answer straight away. I would expect them to think on it for as long as they would like. At the end of the day, this is a choice, not a demand. This is their last choice, for once collared (even though their opinion may still sometimes be requested) their future choices will be mine to make. The menial becomes my responsibility as much as I become theirs. Everything the menial does or may do reflects upon the owner. If accepted, the menial will have a new permanent collar custom designed and made for them with an engraving stating that they are owned and who their owner is (this collar may be as discrete as a necklace, but will still be usable for active play), once placed and locked the collar will never be removed unless for a specific reason or for the freeing of the menial.

Summary:
After reading my process, no doubt some will look at it and think to themselves: “What a lot of work and effort”. If you look at this process and decide it is ‘too much’ effort, chances are: you are already not suitable. One needs to remember that most things with a lot of effort are worth it in the end.

Quotations: 2011

Last month a menial suggested that I should start ‘tweeting’ things that I have actually said (quotes) on to my Twitter account. It seemed like a rather fun idea and every time something has been said (that has brought amusement as a result or has been adequately witty) which is suitably small enough to fit into a ‘tweet’, I tend to post it. I will admit (reluctantly) that some things which tend to pop from my mouth can be incredibly entertaining and without prior planning on my part. To this end I have decided to comprise favorite quotations of the past year (including the ones that I have not been able to ‘tweet’) into a single blog post purely for fun.

As usual, no names will be mentioned and people will be referred to in an anonymous fashion or title. Of course, you will all know who you are from being present when I had said the quote in question. Try also to bear in mind that almost all of these quotes have been said in the heat of the moment and are not meant to offend any readers of my blog.

Enjoy.

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Pedestrian: “Excuse me, but what gives you the right to be so bossy?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Here, have one of my business cards.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I asked and she said ‘mmmmnnggghh’. I have no idea what that meant, but I am sure it was complimentary. It may have had something to do with the ball gag.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “There is no problem that cannot be resolved through the strategic application of suffering.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Mental note: When the inkwell runs dry, stabbing menials with the quill is an adequate short-term substitute.”

Menial: “I don’t think this is such a good idea, Mistress”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “While I admit that you may have many excellent qualities, do not delude yourself into believing that ‘thought’ is one of them.”

Menial: “I am going to hell, aren’t I?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I can think of worse places to spend eternity. Glasgow, for instance.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “People who think they are clever greatly annoy those of us that are.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “You could say I suffer from an incredibly low self esteem. Fortunately, being a Mistress, I consider everyone else as beneath me.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Many people have commented that I have quite a gentle voice. This is true, it is incredibly deceptive.”

Menial: “Winter hunting, Mistress?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “With tooth and claw, constantly. Though a bird is already caught for my festive holiday feast. I believe you both have met.”

Pedestrian: “Excuse me, are your teeth real?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Excuse me, are you wearing a toupee?”

Mistress: “Ohh! I have one just like that!”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “The flogger or the animal?”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I did something wonderful today: I gave blood.”
Menial: “I know you do not like this word, Mistress. But that was a very ‘nice’ thing for you to do.”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I never said it was my blood.”