Tea Cups with Nudes

I was not looking for naked people on teacups but I found them anyway. Not sure how this came up in a search for “gold dot teacup and saucer”. But, it was interesting. What occasion would you use this for? It could work for a D/s tea party but I’d rather have something less nude and more formal and traditional. But, that’s just me. This may be just your cup of tea!

nude tea

 

Upon further exploration I turned up an espresso cup and saucer for those who aren’t tea drinkers. This is from the same artist, Melody Rose, on the same site. If that’s not enough for you there is a whole tea set for the first cup and saucer and… I posted what the site calls a vintage plate on Gracie’s blog.

espresso nude girl

The Tea Set for the Domme Tea Party

This is the set I want. It’s pretty perfect. I like the shade of blue with the white. I love the pattern, botanical. The cups and pot are shaped just right, elegant and yet not too frilly. This is the just right set for the Domme Tea Party.

Botanic Blue by Portmeirion – Being sold for 70 pounds UK.

Portmeirion Online has the set for 50 pounds, UK.

 

Domme Tea Party and Blue Flower Tea Sets

I’m looking for a great tea set for a FemDom Tea Party, the sort where men are nearly nude and serving tea to women wearing Victorian costumes or something appropriately decadent and elegant. I thought a blue and white flower pattern would work best, for my sense of style and colour. Not too girly, kind of old fashioned and traditional but simple and pretty too.

From the Williamsburg Marketplace.

This (above) may be the one I’d pick from all those I found. It’s fancy, yet not overdoing it. I also like the flower, I think it’s a carnation.

I also really like this (Vintage Polish CERGOR Blue Floral Pottery Ceramic Child’s Tea Set) simple, blue daisy pattern. Maybe it’s too simple for the elegant, society sort of tea part I have in mind. But, I still like it.

I like this pattern (Williams Sonoma Blue Floral 18 piece). No pot with it but each cup has a lid. I’m not sure why they have lids. There have been times I could have used one when a fly was buzzing around the coffee shop. But, that doesn’t seem to be the reason for them, officially.

A Conference of Dommes

Read more about Wank Wednesday and the smut written for the writing prompt “conference”.

Three of us arrived at the coffee shop. You would think we had planned it that way, so co-ordinated. Of course, it wasn’t planned at all. In spite of what the men like to think, Dommes have a life outside of fetishes. Anyway, that’s just my pet peeve. We did get there, right at the door, at the same time. I knew the others were Dommes right away by their tattoos, black leather and other fetish wear. They had no idea about me.

They walked in and picked a table by a window. I didn’t go over, instead I went to the counter and got my latte first. I considered something gooey and chocolate too but I am trying very hard to be good and resist sweets. My sister is getting married and I’d like to have a few less curves at the wedding. Don’t think I am too slender, one of those women forever working on her shape. I’m better than voluptuous already. I licked my lips, looking at the chocolates from a local bakery and ordered a toasted cream cheese bagel instead. I was going to miss lunch anyway.

Turning around with my latte and the tag that promised a bagel would be delivered soon, I assessed the room and sucked in a breath. I don’t fit in. That’s not a size thing, I just don’t look the way people picture a Dom woman should look. I look like me. It’s really enough just being me. I’ve taken about 40 years to get this far so I really don’t want to be someone else or get into some role play to suit anyone else. Life should be less complicated than that.

Both of the women were up at the counter now. The sub had arrived however, and was guarding the table and the three empty seats around him. He had a little of the shell shocked look, nervous and yet clingy looking and wanting to please too. Too much. Not going to be one I’d have fond memories of. Too needy was never a good thing in male submissives.

I picked my way over to the table, plonked my purse down on the floor to one side of a chair and set down my latte with the care a good coffee deserves. I set the bagel claim tag in the middle of the table, easily visible. I did not look at the sub or acknowledge him. I could feel him noticing me, nervous, wondering why I had chosen to sit there and how was he going to ask me to move, politely. Silly man. They really can’t see beyond the black leather they expect.

The other women came to the table, together again. They must know each other. But we had all met virtually, through the online D/s group. This conference was planned a week ago. It took that long to work out the time and day for everyone. We greeted each other by just meeting eyes across the table. It wasn’t an informal occasion and we were going to keep the subbie nervous and guessing intentionally. There were no introductions from the women but the sub knew the protocol and we were letting him sink or swim with it. So far he was sinking.

My cream cheese bagel was brought and I smiled and thanked the barista. Still the sub was silent, looking at each of us in turn but not following the program. It could be a really short conference at this rate. My latte was really good. The other women were quietly drinking their coffee as well. Both had gone the bagel route as well. Looks like I’m not the only one not giving in to chocolate temptations.

The male sub had nothing, he wasn’t allowed to order anything himself. He had to ask for anything he wanted during this conference. But, he was to introduce himself first. Then he was to get to the point of this conference by offering himself as a male sub for the Domme Tea Party being organized in the Spring, next year. We needed to be really picky about the men attending. They had to really know their place and yet not be the needy, begging, clingy types. It was a fine line.

I pulled my purse onto my lap and pulled out my little ladybug watch to check the time but mostly to give this sub half a clue. It was a quarter of an hour since I had walked in the door. If he didn’t start soon I could leave in about 20 minutes and still use my original transfer to catch the bus home. As nice as it would be to save a few bucks…

When I looked up the other two women were looking at the sub, less patiently. He must be feeling like a turkey trussed up for the oven if their heated glares were anything to go by. I’d laugh, but this was a formal meeting.

The sub jumped up from the table and ran into the washroom. Then I did laugh. The other women sort of laughed and rolled their eyes.

“Should we wait for him or just strike him off the subbie list now?” One of them asked. I’m pretty sure she was Jeannette, the one who liked black leather.

“I think we’re done here, as far as the conference goes. At least the coffee really is good. I’ll be back next time I’m in the area.” I said.

“How was the trip? Did the bus get there in good time?” Shondra was the other woman. She had gotten a ride today but was a regular bus taker too. So she appreciated the hour long bus ride.

“It was all good. I still have my trusty Walkman.”

We didn’t have much else to say then. Shondra didn’t want to keep her ride home waiting any longer than necessary so she left first. Jeannette finished her bagel and coffee. I think she was just curious to see if the subbie put in another appearance or tried to slink out unnoticed. But, he didn’t. She offered me a ride home, which was very nice of her. But, I was enjoying the latte and being a latte poke, I was quite happy to sit there by the window with a good book for awhile longer. So she left too.

I pulled out my book but people watching from the window kept me from reading much. It was so nice to be out, having the rest of the day to myself, unplanned and unpromised.

I think I did jump a bit, startled, when the sub came out of hiding and sat back down in his same seat next to me. “Hi.” He said. His breath smelled bad. Likely he had worked himself up and done more than just wash his hands in there. In the time between I had gotten out of formal mode and didn’t really want to deal with him. I guess I should have known I’d be stuck with him if I didn’t leave when the others did. Sometimes I am just really bad at picking up on the social things. I bet Jeannette thought I had intentionally stayed to talk to the subbie. I hadn’t.

“Hello.” I said back, the Canadian nice girl thing not letting me ignore him after a direct greeting. I didn’t offer a smile or any friendly encouragement. Maybe he’d just go away.

“I guess I really blew the whole thing.” He looked down at the table for a moment. But snapped up again with a sparkle of hope in his eyes. “Do you think they’d give me another chance?”

I would have given him a polite answer at that point. But, he leaned towards me, I could really smell his barf breath, then he put his hand on my thigh. Well, what would you do if that were you?

It isn’t my way to lose my own dignity in a public place, especially a place with such great coffee. I just stood up, packed up my purse with my book and the few bites left of my bagel wrapped up in a napkin. I pushed the lid onto my latte and walked out the door. No looking back. It was ruined by the fact that I had to wait for the bus, almost right outside the door. But, this one time in my life, the bus arrived right when I needed it to. No one got off and no one but me got on. So off I went.

Did he get the clue, you may wonder? No, he did not. Next day he was back posting to the Tea Party forum and asking for another conference. He even insisted he had gotten three bad Dommes who didn’t understand or give him a real chance. But, a month later he was nothing but gone. Usually those wanker types don’t have any endurance, in any way that matters.

Polka Dots Cheer Me Up

I think I have had a thing for polka dots since I was a kid and read about some creature with polka dots in a Dr. Seuss book. I don’t remember which book. But, since then, polka dots can always cheer me up.

Emma Bridgewater is known for her polka dot designs. I picked out the teacup and saucer even though I seldom drink tea. I guess it is just a tea party thing. If you’re having a down day find things that cheer you up and keep them around. Buy a polka dot teacup and saucer and use them on days you need a lift. There’s no rule you have to use it for tea only. Hot chocolate is very nice in a teacup too.

Get your fill of polka dots with these groups of photos at Flickr: