Sunday, January 30, 2011

High Heel Heaven

High Heel Heaven is  a short erotic novel from Hugh Briss.  Stop that sniggering, you!  I command it!

The main character is an unemployed MBA-holding male who finds work in an upscale shoe store, only to later become the personal shoe organizer of his dream Domme.

And oh, what a dream she is!  Bitchy with a sense of born entitlement, she makes him strip down in the store and become her puppy.  My only negative comment in regard to this work--I wish the author had given better descriptions of the shoes, and not just a brief mention of color and type (white sandals).  Exact shade of red?  Strappy?  More covered?  Leather?  Satin?  Oh, do tell. . . .

When I get the chance, I am going to attempt to add a slide show of my own meager shoe collection.  It will mostly contain heels and one unusual pair of winter boots, worn exactly three times thus far this year.  If you enjoy foot fetish fiction, High Heel Heaven  was a quick and enjoyable read.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Another Delightful Story About Feet

Oooooo, I just finished the Kindle edition of Leonna Black's Foot Fetish: A Story of Foot Worship.  Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!  From the description of Amanda's "Greek feet" to the delightfully sensual descriptions of their love-making, Jason and Amanda delight in each other's sexual satisfaction and company as they make love under the pier after a beach volleyball game.  Well-written with wonderful descriptions.  Amanda is one of those beautiful girls I try so hard to be--firm, athletic, confident, and able to get exactly what she wants from a beautiful boyo named Jason  ;)  who reminds me of someone. . . two someones, actually, one former, one current. . . I've always liked the name Jason. . .

A delightfully quick read with fast-paced action, wonderful description, and a final scene that will make you smile, as well as possibly reach for a cigarette or perhaps just want a cuddle afterward.  I highly recommend Foot Fetish: A Story of Foot Worship by Leonna Black.  Curious?  Care for a sample? Willing to go for broke and spend the whopping $0.99?  Here's the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Foot-Fetish-Story-Worship-ebook/dp/B003Z4K41S/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=digital-text&qid=1296319742&sr=8-2

Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Toybag Guide to Foot and Shoe Worship

Oh, what a quick and delightful read!  This is the second reading of this wonderful work for me, and now I'm jonesing for a pedicure and shoe-shopping.

Midori takes the reader on a delightful trip through the land of foot fetishism, highlighting features for dominants, submissives, and explaining how many scenarios can take you to new heights, whether you're wearing heels or not.

I am a self-confessed foot fetishist, with quite a collection of high heels, ballet flats, and plain old workout sneakers.  My fetish started early, and I visited it often.  My earliest memory of foot love probably started when I was about 2 or 3, and my neighbor's granddaughter had a pair of plastic "play" high heels that I coveted.  I went to visit her often, and always wanted to play in them.  My grandmother (God rest her) gave me a pair of her old high heels--light, slightly faded turquoise fake-leather stilettos with an almond toe and a piece of silver filigree at the end, which my mother swears are the reason for my current bunions and pronated bones on each foot, just below my big toes.  I think what actually caused a majority of it was ballet class, when I wore my beloved toe shoes.  Later, as a teenager, I purchased a pair of 4-inch black heels for a school dance, and literally wore them out by the time I started college.

I have never had a professional pedicure, but I feel that may be changing soon.  I need to have this done, and I would also like to have a paraffin dip done.  I have also downloaded a short story about foot worship.  THAT one will be reviewed next!

 

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Kink in Libraries?

I'm curious about something. . .

I've noticed, in my pursuit of D/s and BDSM fiction that isn't hideous, that there seems to be a smallish theme/fascination with libraries and librarians.

I will fully admit that I am a librarian.  I will not divulge where, but I am a librarian.  I do wear heels.  All sorts of heels.  I do wear my hair bobbed (after long bouts with pixies, which I adore, I find vintage fashions fascinating) and when my hair was much longer, in my younger days, I did wear it pinned in a bun.  I did this mostly for convenience, and because, as an undergraduate student, I had a job in a restaurant where we were required by law to wear our hair back, preferably covered by a net.  When I did student teaching in undergrad, I wore my hair back because it was simpler and more convenient.

So what is it about libraries and librarians that make us so attractive?  Please feel free to comment and/or share details about this.  I truly am curious.  I do not see myself as particularly sexual at work.  Please divulge at your earliest convenience.  Thanks!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

What I've Noticed Thus Far About Fiction

Or maybe it's just what I've noticed about one particular writer, S. J. Barellstalk.  I cannot find any author information on this person, so I do not know if they are male or female.  Not necessarily that it matters, but I'm curious.

I'm not overly fond of Barellstalk's style.  The characters are quite flat, one-dimensional, and much of the plots read as though they are written by horny teenage boys.  Now, granted, I have only read 2 samples of this person's work, but from the samples I've read thus far, I'm not interested in reading any more.

I'm more impressed with the work of Ms. Ariane Arborene.  She has an authentic style that I find very readable, and her author page is easy to navigate.  I believe I'll soon be purchasing her work in its entirety next paycheck.

I also need to re-read Sacher-Masoch.  I have read Venus in Furs a couple of times, most recently last summer, but always find this one is refreshing to return to.  I'm also quite fond of the works of Colette, but prefer to read as much of her in the original French that I am able.  My French is lousy, but I read it better than I speak it.

Please feel free to forward titles to me via my e-mail address.

Thanks for reading!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Fiction and D/s/BDSM

My apologies for the lateness of this post, I have been slightly under the weather. . . the cold, wet, hideously grey weather.  Brothers and Sisters on the East Coast of the US, boy howdy do I feel y'all's pain. . . mostly in my back, knees, and ankles, but it's pain, nonetheless.

Since my acquisition of a Kindle this past Christmas, I have been perusing and downloading several samples of fictional works that I have been led to believe are reflective of the D/s and BDSM lifestyle.  But I must say--if this is the best of the best, then I've really got my work cut out for me.  Oh my. . .

Here's what I've downloaded thus far, and been able to read just based on the samples:

High Heels in the Library S. J. Barellstalk

Dominatrix of FemDom Hell (Book 1 of a trilogy) S. J. Barellstalk

Domme by Default Tymber Dalton

The Reluctant Dom Tymber Dalton

The Melinoe Project D. L. King

I also managed to download a sample of a couple of anthologies, but haven't quite made it that far yet.

I humbly request that if any of my readers know of works of fiction they would like to suggest, please forward them.  Also--I'm curious. . . don't get me wrong, Readers, sex is all fine nice and wonderful when it comes to this sort of lifestyle, but I am curious. . . romance.  Anyone like to be romanced?  Or is my inner girl showing too much?  Please advise at your earliest convenience.

Personally, I find a man willing to submit to me, and to serve me and assist me in any way, shape or form, to be one of the most romantic gestures a man could ever make.  Flowers, candy, jewelry, nifty-gifties. . . yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing sets the alarm bells off like material goods out of the blue, for no apparent reason.  However. . . if a man greets me after a long day at work with a glass of white wine, a warm cup of tea with apples and cinnamon and honey, and who literally sweeps me off my feet into a nice warm blanket or bath, that's all I need to be truly happy.  And to think, I haven't even gotten to the nudity yet!

Maybe I should write a book. . .  

Saturday, January 15, 2011

What I Just Finished Reading. . . Some Thoughts.

I just finished reading a novel that I never dreamed in a million years I would download and read in nearly one sitting, let alone purchase and know that I owned.  And as soon as I'm able, I'll probably make this an annual re-read, much like I do with various other favorites.

The novel in question is The Coldest Winter Ever, by Sister Souljah.  It was suggested to me by my friend Josh.

What does a novel set in Brooklyn focused on crime, poverty, and incarceration written by a former hip-hop artist and community activist have to do with dominance, submission, and BDSM?  Well, ok, there's some freaky sex in it, and Winter does make a sex movie while on a date, but that's beside the point, and furthermore, the freaky sex and aforementioned tape have nothing to do with D/s or BDSM.

The characters in this novel are dealing with their own servitude--to drugs, to the cops, to the streets.  But it isn't servitude that they CHOOSE to participate in.  Some do, but most don't.  At least, as long as the money's rolling in.  And oh, how the money rolls in this novel!

But it's how Sister Souljah inserts herself as a character into this novel, and what she has to say about women, that impresses me the most.  OK, there are other things that impressed me too--no typographical errors, completely believable situations and action, raw dialog, a storyline that makes no apologies and pulls no punches, prose so tight it could make diamonds--but the following quote, delivered by Sister Souljah herself to a group of incarcerated women in an HIV wing, was what really got me to thinking:

"But really, we women don't have to do anything to be beautiful.  It's a gift from God, the Woman is.  Every right decision brings us blessings.  Every wrong decision brings us pain.  And then, when times get hard, our struggle and our pain shows on our faces and our bodies.  When people see our pain and weakness in our face, they say, 'She used to be fine, she used to be this, she used to be that.'  When men feel our beauty has faded we become shocked at how well they ignore us and forget us.  We'll do anything to get their attention, money, love.  Can I suck your dick?  Can I do anything?  Can I, can I?  What is a community without you, the mothers?. . . If we plan well, we will be in control of our lives instead of being controlled for the rest of our lives."


I included the entire quote because I feel it doesn't just apply to "vanilla" folk.  It's those first 2 sentences that really did it for me.  It's also the last sentence--about planning, being in control rather than being controlled--that also struck a chord within me, and got me to thinking.

Now, much of the plot line really is directed more through action, and I have a feeling that Sister Souljah may not be all that familiar with Our World of D/s and BDSM.  Completely ok, I dig that.  But that is one of the more beautiful quotes from the story.  I especially liked that she stated that Woman is a gift from God.  I believe that more women need to find and get into deep, intimate contact with their inner Domme.  Now granted, there's a lot that's out of control in this world, and especially within this novel.  The ones who do control everything seem to be the men--the dealers, Santiaga, Bullet, the bodyguards for the rappers, and yes, of course, the cops who are on some local gangster's "protection payroll" for the neighborhood.  It is when Sister Souljah herself shows up, proves that she has control of any given situation, and shows true, feminine strength that is the shining light in this book.  She only apologizes when she needs to.  She is honest.  She puts up with absolutely no bullshit and she handles herself with grace and dignity.  I just wish her main character in her novel, Winter, could have handled herself the same way.

I also know many women who are a lot like Winter--shallow, demanding, and thinking the world owes them and some man can work for them to give them these things, rather than going out and doing it for themselves.  The women in this novel have men at their feet--but at what price?  Sure, Santiaga buys his wife whatever she wants--hell, she doesn't just ask, she demands it.  but it's her demanding attitude that becomes her undoing as Santiaga gets sloppy and begins losing control.  But it's the false idea that she controls him--with hot sex, insane demands, and greed--rather than the other way around.  When Santiaga the drug kingpin goes to jail on federal charges, The Feds take everything--the house, the car, the nice neighborhood on Long Island, and even what cash was in the family's safe.  Because Santiaga made his money through other people's servitude through addiction, everything the family had--wasn't even theirs to begin with, according to the US Marshals.  Winter tries to give the illusion that she's in control behind the scenes, but it's really her man controlling her.  When she's arrested on accomplice to conspiracy charges, the real criminals get away scot-free.  But she was there, with her name on the credit card that rented the car where the cops found the guns and drugs when she got into a street fight, and it was her ass they locked up.

So--who controls you, and do you give this freedom willingly?

This is a definite must-read, if you're so inclined.  Enjoy!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

In Regard to Gifts

This post is partially in response to something I read recently in regard to gifts.

I believe the subject of gifts is brought up in Chapter 4 of Elise Sutton's Female Dominance.

In my opinion, the greatest gift a submissive male could possibly give his Dominant Female counterpart is the gift of his servitude.  This is something that cannot be purchased, traded for, or found in any retail or online shop or catalog.

I used to receive material gifts from various suitors when I was in college.  Often, I received these "gifts" out of nowhere, as a complete surprise.  But then I later discovered why.  Often, the suitor in question was thinking of seeing someone else.  In several instances, he was seeing someone else, but didn't want me to find out about it.  Roses, lingerie, pretty clothes. . . all to try to "prove" to me that he wasn't out doing what I knew he had been doing.  It was used to try to buy my affections.  It had nothing to do with me and everything to do with him.

The only gift I ever want to receive--from here on out--is affection, respect, and service.  

3 Books in One Go

I currently have 3 non-fiction D/s / femdom books going on just now, as well as a couple of works of fiction that I'm rather enjoying.  I am mid-way through the third chapter of Elise Sutton's Female Domination.  She brings up some interesting points and several interesting Bibilcal quotations, but I have a slight disagreement with her in regard to Adam and Eve.  She seems to have neglected one of the most important reasons for Eve's existence at all:  Eve existed as Adam's helpmate, yes, this is true.  But God made Eve from Adam's rib so that Adam may subjugate her.  Adam's first wife, Lilith, left him.  God created both Adam and Lilith from the same cosmic mud, dirt and dust.  When Adam tried to get Lilith to play "bottom," she refused, stating that she was equal to him, made by the same Creator's hand and of the same material, therefore she was Adam's equal, not to be subjugated.  Because of this, Lilith is often vilified as a demon, and even the character of Lilith on the old tv show Cheers was a damn difficult woman, always demanding, always bossy, and hard for most people in general to accept, let alone like.  

So let's open up some discussion here.  I see Lilith as an early feminist who has been vilified by men, the patriarchy, and Christian and Jewish culture in general.  Demoness or early goddess who was later demonized by the emerging Christians?  What say you, readers?  

Sunday, January 9, 2011

In Defense of Paula Rader

One more post on "A Good Marriage," and then I'll drop it, I promise.

People were extremely obnoxious to Paula Rader after her husband was arrested and she was granted an immediate divorce.

Please let this be known:  her husband, apparently, did not do what I refer to as "glass-heading."  He did not brag, he did not talk about it, he hid any evidence he feared tracking home, and he basically kept his mouth shut, thus keeping his secret entirely safe from his wife and their children.

Why, Society, do you always assume that we all glass-head?  Why, Society, do you glorify the killer while painting hideous pictures of the killer's victims?  Why do you give all this media attention and time to getting to know what makes these sickos tick, while in turn influencing more people to go out and copy-cat so they can get famous too?

One Last Word--she didn't know.  And when she found out, she was sickened and felt deeply emotionally disturbed by the knowledge a judge handed to her.  My sympathies fall with the former Mrs. Rader and her children.  I hope they are getting on with their lives and are putting a painful, hideous, secret past behind them.

Don't believe everything Hollyweird tries to sell you.  They don't care about you.  Or me.  They only care about money.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

How Hollyweird Treats Us

In one of my last literary posts, I believe I mentioned recently finishing Stephen King's new collection of novellas, Full Dark, No Stars, in which the last story, "Good Marriage," got me to thinking about D/s relationships and how those of us who are curious about this sort of lifestyle, are involved in this sort of lifestyle, or are merely beginning our journey within such a lifestyle, are treated by Hollyweird and the popular cultural industry it pushes so hard to ever-consuming dolts.

Many of you may disagree with this post.  That's perfectly all right.  We're all adults here, with thoughts and feelings and emotions, and some people will dislike what I have to say.  Perfectly all right.

After reading "Good Marriage," I was upset.  I was upset because the main male character in the story had been reading bondage porn, and seemed to attempt to present himself as a dominant male.  What he considered dominance--in the likes of kidnapping, torturing, raping, and killing his murder victims--was actual weakness on his part.  He was weak because he felt snubbed by these women he was flirting with, so he thought he would show these "snoots" as he referred to them what a Real Man was like, what a Real Man could do, and how a Real Man could punish them for even daring to deny him what he saw as rightfully his.  He also blamed much of his criminal activity on a young man who had died when he was young, and who he believed had "possessed" his mind.  And until she discovered the magazines of bondage pornography in her garage while looking for batteries for the television remote, his wife was completely unwise to the fact that her husband really was "BD", or "Beadie", the serial killer who had been taunting police for decades in their small New England town.

When Dennis Rader, the BTK Strangler, was finally arrested for his heinous crime spree in Kansas, the judge immediately granted his wife Paula a divorce, with no waiting period.  Mrs. Rader stated that she never knew her husband Dennis was BTK, and this disturbed her even more.  People vilified her and called her a liar, and the media attempted surreptitiously to drag her through the mud.  All to no avail.

Much like the character in "Good Marriage," her husband was quiet.  Very quiet.  No glass-heading, no bragging, no speaking of the conquests he could have held over his wife.  To the outside world, he was the perfect husband.  Paula Rader never knew because she never even considered asking.  There was no need.  He never let on about his extra-curricular activities outside the marriage, the scout troop, or the church.

I occasionally read another blog in regard to female dominance and D/s relationships, Femdom101.  The author there has an interesting view on pornography, and I completely agree with her.

Porn promotes violence.  It promotes violence and disrespect against women, and it's even disrespectful of the men who engage in its viewing, because Hollyweird thinks they are too stupid to know better, too shy to pursue a good relationship--sexual or otherwise--with women (or even men), and too lazy to even care about the difference between real, loving relations and just plain sex.  Out of all this, I think snuff films are probably the worst--fuck her then kill her.  Rape and kill her.  Force her to blow you then blow her head off.  Delightful stuff.  Thanks, Hollyweird.

I hate pornography.  I always have.  It has always made me, personally, feel violated and nauseated.  It has ruined a couple of relationships and began the end of my former marriage.  I also think that Hollyweird is trying to do this with our beloved BDSM and D/s.  Don't let them, please.  I feel I have finally connected with a community of intelligent, caring, spiritual-seeking people.  Please don't let some Hollyweird executive take it away from us in the name of making a buck through a fuck.

Just like everything else in Life, Education and Knowledge hold the keys. . .

My Apologies for the Lateness of This Post

Due to a local tragedy here that has affected me, I have been unable to write much on this blog as of late.  Please accept this apology post.  Another post is coming soon!

Sunday, January 2, 2011

What I Just Finished Reading. . .

Oh dear. . . the Domme-brarian may need to break this up into a couple of posts, simply to explain why she feels a bit shaken and disturbed right now in regard to the state of some recent literature she just read.

I just finished Stephen King's Full Dark, No Stars after reading a review on the World's Strongest Librarian blog back in November.  I believe it was November, but it may have been early on in December.  Much like Josh, I feel that King's best work is the shorter stuff.  It isn't nearly as cumbersome or detail-laden, and I find that much more readable.

But the last story in the collection, "A Good Marriage," bothers me.  It bothers me because it deals a good bit with the story of the BTK Strangler, as well as the impact the crime had on his wife.  In the Afterword, King brings up the subject of Paula Rader, and how people were unusually cruel and obnoxious to her as far as her knowledge (or lack thereof) in her husband's activities.  I may have to save this for a later post--tomorrow's post--as I have been away from my cat for nearly a week, and Punkin misses his mama.  Or, at least, his mama's lap.  I have an Opinion on those who were rude and obnoxious to the former Mrs. Rader, and when my hands are less cold and cramped, you'll get the full post tomorrow.

Hate to tease you like this. . . wait, no I don't! ;)