These are expensive little ladies. Originally each was a bell. Made in Japan, in the 1950’s. I thought they would be cute for Christmas. Only as an image, the price to buy them is too much for me.
This tie (see below) has so much more potential. What little secret would you add to your boy’s tie? Not a pin-up girl. A submissive boy needs a different kind of secret, peekaboo. Use your imagination, make it personal, customized for just your boy.
If you sew, find a tie pattern and make it from scratch. Adds that extra touch when you can pick out the fabric and pattern too.
My ideas for inside the tie include:
- miniature handcuffs (very small and not likely to cause a rip in the tie fabric)
- a fabric blindfold, carefully folded flat but easy to pull out for use later
- a special note (love note, instructions, reminders, helpful suggestions, etc.)
- a photo of yourself, or one of him especially dressed and posed to please you
- an image of an activity which makes him blush (could be scanned and printed onto fabric, or paper)
What other ideas does this give you?
I like to think of things just a little shocking. Think of him wearing his tie on a windy day. As it flips and twists here and there in the breeze what secrets might it reveal? You might give him a new tie pin (to keep his tie in place) but not right away.
Found on eBay:
Found this advent calendar and I like it so much I went to the site to see what the cost would be, with shipping. Amazon has it for over $200 but at the site it is about $60 in Canadian money. So, I thought I was being smart to order from there. But… they don’t ship here. A note pops up telling me to try another shipping address. Well, that isn’t going to work out so well for me. Why not just say they can’t ship it. Most people don’t have addresses other than the one they are ordering from.
Anyway, that was disappointing. So, I’m just posting the link and the scanned image from the site.
The short story only adds to the image. I just want to know more. It seems to be post apocalypse, but it could be something else.
“The days are regimented here and though you should expect him to leave me in the tundra if I were to fall behind, you could say I am well fed and energized, so do not worry. All that he provides in the way of foodstuffs is deer meat. I’ve relied on my rations of tin vegetables and and have taken up the hobby of fishing to satisfy a varied diet.
We hunt most hours of the day, he kills the animals leaving me to fix them to sleds and drag the carcasses, sometimes miles at a time back to the cave where he does not permit me to enter. I’ve been used as little more than a pack mule in these trips but from what I understand he brings me along to observe. It is difficult discerning him as he does not speak, or chooses not to, and he refrains from physical conversation beyond simple gestures when it pleases him. He engages in other activities on a mysterious schedule and he seems to make good use of any time I am away or the rare chance I may be caught sleeping. I’ve stepped outside for only minutes and returned to find a fully skinned and gutted carcass splayed upon the table with its spine removed and ground into sludge. He was sitting in his chair.
He acts like a shadow, constantly moving about the walls rather than cross the floor. If I don’t watch him closely it is easy to lose track of him, even in this confined cabin space. During the nights (if one can call them as such, they are little more than dim evenings here) he sits across from the bed, facing the snuffed out fireplace, barely visible in his dark and oiled wraps. Comfortable sleep has become a luxury, on more than one occasion I have awoke to find he had rotated to face me, his gaunt statuesque form with long fingers clutching the ends of the arm rests. I suppose it goes without saying that he does not make for good company.
I have yet to fully understand what we are doing here, I do hope it is revealed soon. As things are though, I may be here for some time.
It is a good idea. An option for people who don’t want to wear contact lenses on their eyeball but don’t like the frames of eyeglasses on their face either. Still, I feel squicked at the idea of having my face (other than ear lobes) pierced. So, as good as it could be for some people… I won’t be trading in my eyeglasses, with frames.
Image source: Never Lose Your Focus – All About Colored Contacts
I ordered this poinsettia brooch. I often find things I’d like to order but settle for an image saved to my blog. But, I love a poinsettia or Christmas tree brooch to wear each year around the holidays. So I bought it. There are rhinestones in the middle and the shade of red looks really good, at least online.
Source: Poinsettia Pin with Gift Box | Hudson’s Bay
I worry that women get caught in a sex trap. How we think of ourselves and how men see us.
When you see an image like this (below) you get an impression of that woman, what to expect from her, who she is, how she thinks, etc. But, how often is this how women are portrayed, generally. This image is an exception, a part of the whole and yet it is taken as our worth, our identity too. It seems men decide this is what a woman should be because this is what they want of women.
So by selling ourselves we sell ourselves short.
Images such as this keep the stereotype (for lack of a better word) growing. Everything we do as Mothers, professional career women, and just as women in general is taken down a notch due to our worth being seen as sexual rather than a woman.
You can call me a feminist if you like. If that makes you feel I’m just another feminist you want to discount the opinions of. But, I’m not especially feminist. I don’t pin a lot of labels on myself because they limit you. A label sticks to you and then you try to keep the label by changing to suit it. I’d rather just be who I am and evolve as I go along.
Most people cling to labels. I think they are a short cut, taking the easy way out instead of actually thinking and making a decision.
Women are labelled, a lot.
The woman in the photo above will be labelled, quickly.
She could be any woman taking off her underwear. She could be a wife. She could be a Mother of children. She is likely a daughter to someone, maybe a sister. She could be a lawyer, an engineer, a teacher, a real estate agent, a waitress, etc. But, few people will think of any of that when they look at this picture.
Do sex workers, catering to men’s needs, sell all women short?
I’m not a religious fanatic so my point of view is not biased that way. I just think women will never be able to advance as long as women are for sale (or rent as the case may be) for sex. Why is sex so important? Sex is plastered all over our culture and media. Look at advertising, for an easy example. When sex sells why is it a woman in the picture almost every time. Are men so hideous they can’t be used to sell cars?
Overall, I don’t think women will ever find equal ground in our society because we are seen as sexual tools and that image is sold over and over again. As women we often buy into it ourselves.
Could Marilyn Monroe have been a Domme?
You could see her that way. Her media career was mostly about being sexy, curvy and soft in the right places and times. Yet she was actually a clever woman, making a living from her Hollywood image. All these years since her death and she is still an icon for the sexy woman image. People still imitate Marilyn Monroe, her walk, her voice and her fashion style.
Based on her image, she could have been a very successful FemDom, likely a financial Domme asking for jewels and cash. She would pick men of fame and fortune or at least great looking and intelligent, strong men. Marilyn would have had her pick of clients but I think her first choice would be personal, not professional.
I think she would have enjoyed domination. Having the power rather than playing up to men as she did in her movies and personal appearances. I don’t think Marilyn would have been the type to do everything his way once she closed the door on the public. In private it would become her turn, her way.
How can any woman be satisfied with a sissy male submissive, really? I just find it hard to believe. I don’t mind feminization to some extent, if it’s my choice (as the Dom). I like ageplay too, on my terms of course. But, I still want to feel I’m with a man, not a needy child-man.
Where is the power in dominating a man who doesn’t seem to have any power?
There is the aspect of bad boys. Women do like a bad boy they say. I don’t really. I think a man can have all the elements and not be the type who goes overboard. A good boy can be powerful and sexy.
Note: I don’t have a link to the artist for this image. The site I found it on came up with 404 when I tried to get to the page from Google’s image search.
I tried a plugin which would have been nice as an idea, responsive images. However, some how I know have a lot of broken images. The plugin (or something else, to be fair) changed all the names of my image files inside the posts. So the image I have is not the one actually in the post. This is going to take some time to clean up.
Let that be a lesson to me…
Not that it will. I have too much fun plugin shopping.