Greetings from Scotland
By Elizabeth Swan onI am writing this blog as my slave is restrained to his own bed. He can’t writhe around too much because he is wearing an anal hook that is attached by rope to his collar. He is further frustrated by a cock cage that has been on all afternoon. People often ask what I do when I spend a few days with one slave and I thought I would take this opportunity to try to describe our shenanigans. First and foremost we have fun. That is what my client is paying for. Really. Not three days of non-stop domination. He hasn't the energy and quite frankly, neither have I. Some dommes may constantly be their respective characters when dealing with men. Good for them. They have far more stamina and patience than I. When a long-term slave called me once late at night to talk about his fantasies while he was wanking off I told him to sod off as I was eating pasta and watching Hannibal. Amazingly he is still a client of mine. For me domination is acting. I love bringing fantasies to life for the slave and having fantastic sessions. The rest of the time I am just me. Sorry, is that not what you want to hear? Do you think I wear latex dresses and PVC boots to Sainsbury’s? Sorry to disappoint but for me my work is about the connection that two humans have as we scamper through life trying to get as much out of it as possible. That means I want to deliver sessions that do justice to my clients fantasy before he pops off this mortal coil. Life is too short to have regrets. I get exactly the same adrenaline rush from a successful session as I ever did when I came off the stage. It’s better than any drug. Off stage/session I am not that dominant. I would describe myself as 80 % nice and 20% aggressive. An example. (Of my aggression of course, not my niceness. Far more entertaining.) So you know when the tube is so crammed that if each person were a rat in a glass container there would be people protesting outside the laboratory about cruelty to rats? Unfortunately there are no such protests for us humans who just have to put up with it. If you live in London you know all too well. I stepped off the train to let people off and when it was time to step back on a man walked around me and stepped onto the carriage. BEFORE ME! So I shouted “Oi!” to which he ignored and so I smacked him on the shoulder and proceeded to have a go at him. Everybody else on the tube put his or her heads down. There is a psycho on the train! DON'T. MAKE. EYE CONTACT! Anyway he apologised and moved away as swiftly as he could. Amusingly difficult given the circumstances. There is a message here methinks. Don’t behave like an arse and then get stuck in an enclosed space with the same person. I apologised to my poor friend who was travelling with me for embarrassing her and she replied with “That makes me love you more.” God I love my friends. And that is just a very brief description of who I am. So over the course of the next three days my slave in Scotland will get sessions that include cross-dressing, anal, chastity, wax play, CP, CBT, electrics, bondage etc. And in between the sessions there will be lots of wine, good food, walks with his gorgeous dog, reading and a lot of chat. And that's it. And that's exactly how I like it.