I would have traded in the cold...

I asked The Prig for a rematch...but alas. He has decided to go to the Bahamas for the week. *sigh* If he hadn't been with family I may have hopped on a plane and gone with him.

Maybe I misjudged...

Monday night I was on the phone. It was late. Well, it was late for me, around 11pm. When I hung up I discovered that The Prig had sent me a text message. Hmmm. That can only mean one thing. He must be out and in need of some companionship. I had other things happening and wasn't sure I was in the mood. I decided to see what was on his mind. He decided he wanted to make the 25 minute drive to me, so I let him. I had changed into a velvet chemise and had nothing else on but I was tired, so I decided to lie down while I waited. He knew where he was going, so I wasn't worried he'd get lost. I was not aware, however, that I'd left the door unlocked. I didn't hear him come in.

The Prig slipped in and startled me when he climbed into bed with me. he never said a word. The man was a man possessed. He kissed me hard, undressed me immediately (not that there was much to remove) and then proceeded to undress himself. What I found most interesting is how the whole scene played out. He set out to pleasure me as if were his job. There was no sex, no pleasuring of him whatsoever. I barely touched him. He spent the next hour with his tongue attempting whatever maneuver he could think of that would make me cum. He took me by such surprise that I did not cum. I came so close that I think it scared me a bit. In the end, he wrapped his arms and legs around me and apologized for not being adequate enough. "?"

This man has given me quite the opposite impression of what he might actually be. He has never given me any reason to believe that he was interested in me other than maybe an occasional fuck some day. But some of the things he said, the way he acted? I was left utterly confused. He made this all about me. Why? Why does a man do that? When I got up in the morning I left him in bed to sleep. I was surprised he stayed. Again...why? I was under the impression it was a physical thing and there was no reason for the formality. When he left he told me not to be a stranger and then commented that my place was very clean and that was good. He liked that. "???" Okay. So what am I to make of this??

As for Pretty Boy...I was a bit surprised that he does indeed have quite a reputation in town. He even has a nick-name. I had to laugh. And indeed - bullet dodged!

Pretty Boy...Again?

As surprised as I was...I was even more suspicious. At about 10:20 this morning my phone went off. I assumed it was work, but it was Pretty Boy. After four days of what I can only assume was pouting, he sends me a message.

pb: Hey stranger

What am I to make of this? He starts to feel me out. What am I up to? Do I have any plans today? I don't, but I really don't have any interest in planning anything with him either. He finally asks:

pb: Do you want to play?

I think about it. I wait. I think, what the hell. I'll tell him to come to me. I don't expect him to, given his track record. But I have no plans and I'm just doing laundry anyway. If he does show up, meh. I may or may not choose to play with him. Depends on how I feel. He tells me that he will take a shower and be right over. At 11:30 I get a message that he hasn't left yet, he's waiting for someone to drop by his house and then he'll be on his way. Sure. I'm holding my breath. By about 3:15, he hasn't arrived. I send him a message that I am tired of playing his silly games. I tell him to lose my phone number. At this point his number will stay in my phone purely for the purposes of identification. His messages will not be returned. He didn't really inconvenience me, I had no plans for the afternoon. I just have no interest in someone who constantly tells me they're going to do something and then never follows through. And then beyond that gives no apology or explanation - that is, until they want something else from you. No matter. He's no idea how much he's harmed his own reputation in the process. He'll learn soon enough.

Pretty Boy shows his hand

I find myself rather tired and irritable this morning. I think MisstressM is going to be a bit disappointed. I contacted her on Tuesday and she is hoping for a much more interesting post. *sigh* It's not to be, dear heart.

Pretty boy sent me a text message at around 10:30 on Tuesday morning.

pb: "Can u stop by my house in the morning? in "*****"

MsF: "I'd love to but I have made other plans. I'm not available."

pb: "ok then after that"

MsF: "Might be able to. What do you need?"

pb: "whatever you want to do... maybe a blow job... maybe hot sex... whaevea"

I was amused at the nerve of this boy. He thinks after his treatment of me that I would seriously consider coming to HIM? Actually I did consider it. MisstressM pointed out that we both knew this would be a booty call and as long as I was aware of that... I had to laugh. I mean, this boy is not suited for anything more for me. He can't be trusted and has not shown himself to be about anything but what pussy he can score next. Certainly not a man of substance. But the more I thought about it, the less attractive he became to me. What he sent next clinched the deal.

pb: "So what do you think about 2morrow?"

MsF: "What about it?"

pb: "what about to get me off?"

Ahhhhh. So that's it. This is about how to get YOU off? When I pointed that out, he accused me of being "difficult". He was just trying to "have a little fun" with me. No, my boy, you were probably being quite honest. I thought about it for a long, long time. I decided not to call him and just go about my way. It has always been my opinion that if sex is not going to be good for me, it's not worth my time. I'm not about to put myself out there to impress YOU. Over the period of time I was away in the last couple of days, I'd fleshed out the possible source of the "bisexual" rumors about him. Probably unfounded, but the source is most-likely and ex-girlfriend of his. She's someone I know quite well and I'm not exactly eager to follow up on her sloppy seconds. Up to this point I had not been aware of their relationship.

On the upside I did a little shopping. It was overwhelmingly successful for the internet - everything fit PERFECTLY. I bought this coat in black. It fits like it was tailored for me. Very hot:



And these boots:



I think I'll do a little more shopping. It's going so well, it might bring my spirits up.

Mothers, hide your sons

The above picture (that I must admit I robbed from another blogger because it was just so beautiful) is for MisstressM... Does that answer the age-old question? I'd like to fantasize that there are rolling green hills somewhere where young men such as this roam free, looking for warm women to bend over.

This Mistress, however, believes the Universe is conspiring against her. I have been thwarted at every turn and I must admit that I am quite amused by it all. I've decided that instead of looking at my lack of sex as a challenge, I am going to look on it as a opportunity. I've mellowed, but a partner right now would distill whatever it is I'm exuding. I have to be giving off pheromones. A partner right now might sate my desires and dilute my ability to attract. I think I'll use that to my advantage while my three simmer.

Pretty Boy has been placed in limbo. I have gotten information that he is quite unreliable. Apparently he fancies himself quite the player. He is in the habit of making dates and breaking them, or just not showing up. A friend of mine, of course not knowing that I had any idea of even who he was, remarked that he was *gasp* rumoured to be "BISEXUAL"! Oh, joy of joys! It's not something he would have ever have admitted to me. In the context of BDSM, it is quite and intriguing concept for me. I've never had the opportunity to play with someone who is interested in both sexes. I must admit it is a thought... However, the fact that he is such a pain in the ass makes the whole situation more trouble than it's worth. I did contact him and made it clear that his game was over and that he already had quite the reputation. The man (term used loosely of course) was confused. He is ignorant of the far reach of the sisterhood. Something tells me he may always be ignorant.

The Prig is still elusive. I am not so interested that I will chase that far. If an opportunity presents itself, I may take it.

The Colonel will come in time. Right now it is a matter of timing than anything. Not his fault.

We'll see where the week takes us...

Disappointment

Pretty Boy is over an hour late. He just texted that he is just now getting out of the shower and will call in a minute. I have a good mind to meet him at the door in a pair of latex boots, thigh-high stockings and wielding a riding crop or my brand new one-inch-thick olive-wood paddle. I'm afraid I might scare the poor young thing. I told him that I am waiting and getting VERY impatient. I am not happy with Pretty Boy's lack of punctuality. He will be punished. I will have to be careful though, he's not accustomed to my particular brand of discipline. Baby steps... I will try to get photos.

More later.

UPDATE: Pretty Boy is on the verge of being fired. I am growing tired of his antics. There is something fishy going on there.

I have tentative plans with The Colonel on Monday. I am otherwise engaged with other (read ordinary) pursuits this weekend. I may be spending some time with the female end of the couple on Saturday. It's time to draw her out of that shell. As for The Prig, he remains elusive. He does hold himself in high esteem. Maybe it's time to put him back in his place. It would have been fairly easy with Pretty Boy on my arm. Hmmm. Time to find a replacement for Pretty Boy.

Tic toc, it's getting late. I look forward to a rousing start to the work week next week. The Colonel is practically salivating.

Mistress in heat

Lately I have been in need. SERIOUS need. And I am on the hunt. Let me tell you what I have found, because this Mistress never settles for just one stallion in the stable. Usually it takes more than one man to satisfy whatever carnal lusts I have need to satisfy. And indeed, it's been a LONG, LONG time.

Pretty Boy: MisstressM and I have discussed this one. I am not interested in dating this young man. He is for carnal pleasures only. He is a personal trainer. He is large everywhere, arms, legs and chest. His ass is rock hard and his nipples are pierced. I have had the pleasure of kissing him and playing with his cock for a short time. He is young and has only had the pleasure of being with young, impressionable and very naive women. By his own admission he has never been with anyone like me. He is somewhat aware of what I do, but not completely educated. He's curious, which is attractive to me. I am very strongly attracted to him but have so far been successful in not jumping on him. It may take him years to understand (if ever) that most of the pleasure I will take in him will be in touching him. He will think that I will be giving him pleasure when in fact it is my own. He does have the body of an Adonis. He says he will be here tomorrow at 11am to spend the day with me. We will see. So far he has not been the most reliable.

The Prig: Overinflated sense of Ego, but a more mature man. He has more experience (far more) with women and knows exactly what and who I am. He is not interested in playing in the "Mistress/slave or Dominant/submissive" sense. He is dominant in his own right, but adventurous. He's open to alot of things, but very clear about what he won't do. There are still quite few things he's hung up on. He's a bit of a Peter Pan. Doesn't want to really settle down, doesn't really want a life partner. Just wants to play around. Uncatchable. That's ok. I don't want to catch him. He seems like someone worthy of the time. Someone who would be worth the effort.

The Colonel: Ah. Sexy and a real man. Not at all tuned in to what I am. He is raw and unbridled. Someone I've found attractive for a while. Great sense of humor. He seems to be a man starving. Someone who has been denied the small pleasures in life. This is a man who has dated women who will not even give him the small pleasure of fellatio. Ah, poor soul. He is in for quite a surprise, isn't he? Easy to please...

And I've met a couple... She likes to kiss girls. As you know I am not bisexual or even bicurious. I will never say never, it's just not my thing. She's not really interested in much more, but she's pretty up front. She does, however, like to watch. He is attractive and a very nice guy. She feels very submissive to him, but I do not. He would like her to be a little more aggressive. I'd love to see her come out of her shell a bit. She's cute, creative and fun. We'll have to see how this shapes up!