Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The girl

D/s relationship status: play partners

Relationship status: friends

The girl is 40 years old and 5'-10" of yummy subbiness with long ash blond hair and green eyes. She lives in Arizona but travels to Vegas frequently for work. When we met in January of 2010, she was newly bisexual, new to the BDSM world and totally uninterested in being Dommed by a man. She served me for 3 months before deciding she needed more freedom to explore her bisexuality than she'd be able to get as long as she was mine

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Monday, January 18, 2010

Do I give a Yahoo about you?

In the lifestyle we talk a lot about labels. The general consensus from the real intellectual kinksters is that labesl are bad. Just be who you are and fuck labels.

Well I'm an organizer. I love labels. I love knowing where things fit and how to better understand people.
I use Yahoo IM a lot. I have a Blackberry and a busy life and often Yahoo IM is the best way to reach me because I'm usually logged in through my Berry.

On my Yahoo IM, I have created groups to categorize my contacts. Inadvertently this categorization has come to be reflective of how important someone is to me.

Here are how I label boys:

Boys 1 - My current subs and subs I'm considering. This is always a very short list. Probably shorter now that ever.

Boys 2 - Male submissives I speak with regularly and enjoy their friendship as well as subs I'm getting to know for possible consideration.

BFFs - My best friends that I speak with regularly. Two former subs who no longer submit to me but who I still adore can be be found here along with my closest girl friends.

Friends - Vanilla friends, male and female.

Fun Friends - Kinky friends, female and male.

Guys - Vanilla guys like my FMT that I see or have dated before. They still interest me and have not yet been banished to my Friends or Other Boys group. This is also a very very short list since I no longer try to date vanilla guy.

Other Boys - The group you don't want to be in if you're a guy. If you've been banished to this group, you've either irritated me or bored me.

Blocked - If you're here, you've creeped me out or I'm so done with you I don't even want to endure the possibility of a casual hello popping up in Yahoo.

Last week I tweeted about my categorization method. This prompted two submissive males to ask the dreaded question: What group am I in?

In both instances they were in Boys Other. Both had JUST recently been demoted there. One is my former pet. One is a hot but married sub who lives in Florida. I enjoy talking to them both but I won't play with either of them online.

Both were unhappy to hear they had been banished to Boys Other. The moral of the story is if you aren't sure what category you fall into, you probably don't want to know. ;)

Typically a prospective sub will be labeled as Boys 2 until he's either promoted to Boys 1 or demoted to Other Boys.

When I promote a prospective to Boys 1, I sometimes feel like I should congratulate them. It's a happy occasion that fills me with hope even though it's something too silly for me to share with them.

I try not to look at the number of boys exiled into the Other Boys group, try not to ever even expand the group to look inside it. I get depressed seeing the sheer number of attempts I've made at finding the right submissive guy. Ugh. However, moving them there is usually a cathartic event for me. To me it's a lot like going through your closet and donating things to charity that you don't wear often or that don't fit you just right. It feels good to see your closet look less full and feels good to give things away.

Wow did I just compare subs with old clothes? And write a whole blog about my Yahoo IM groups?
Seriously, I've got to get some more boys into Boys 1 and play with them so I have better more blog worthy material!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

How I nearly got cock blocked by a Kirby vacuum cleaner

Last night I finally received some much needed time with my FMT. It was tight schedule but then again it often is. He works full time AND is pursuing his masters in Psychology so his Lilyana time is usually limited.

Tonight he managed to carve out a couple of hours for pizza, ice cream and some hands on Lilyana time. He'd also somehow gotten me to agree to help him with his homework.

I hadn't taken two bites out of my slice of pizza when there was a knock at the door. My FMT looked at me puzzled and all I could think of as he went to answer the door was "Please don't let it be one of the psycho ex girlfriends."

Apparently my FMT is man crack to other women too. Their addiction drives them to harass him, me, his friends and even his family. Sometimes I think I'm the only sane woman he's ever dated. Sometimes these psycho women make me think he can only attract psychos which makes me question my own sanity.

In any case, I was bracing myself for an ex and hoping it was the pizza guy back for some odd reason. It was instead a young woman who spoke so quickly I could barely understand her in a high pitched voice. Something about allowing someone to come in and clean his floors. For free. No obligation.

I smelled a sales pitch but my FMT agreed to let her guy come back and clean the floors. Clean the stairs for free? Sure why not.

10 minutes into the demo, I could tell by the questions my FMT was asking that he was interested. And I have to admit the Kirby vacuum cleaner is quite impressive. It really did sell itself. But I had to chuckle at my FMT being sucked into buying a $2200 vacuum cleaner. Oh sure, the guy gave him a deal at $1200 and offered a nifty financing plan. Even took his old Bissel vacuum from Walmart as a down payment.

But every moment this Kirby vacuum cleaner salesman was in the house was a moment out of my Lilyana time. Those moments previously designated for my FMT's talented hands to be on me.

Luckily I distracted myself by reading through my FMT's homework. His assignment was to select a psychological disorder from the DSM-IV-TR Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders and create a treatment plan for an imaginary patient. He flipped through this 3 inch thick book to the Sexual and Gender Identity Disorders section and told me to pick something. I liked the paraphilias:

Naturally I picked Sexual Sadism.

Note about the Diagnosis Criteria: In order to be considered Sexual Sadism, the patient must have either inflicted mental or physical pain on a non-consenting victim or a consenting victim to a point where it interferes with their day to day life and relationships. I don't have this disorder nor do I know anyone who does.

Anyway, I'm flipping through the DSM-IV-TR reading about all the ways BDSM could be unhealthy as the sales guy is showing my FMT all the bells and whistles on a Kirby vacuum cleaner. He shows him all the crap the Kirby picks up that his vacuum missed. The super cool grout attachment. Hell, you can even use the machine to unplug a pipe. And it's guaranteed for 10 years.

I can feel my 'hands on' time being sucked up by the Kirby's unrivaled 14 inch wide suction.
Finally the paperwork is signed, and my FMT gets to test drive his super awesome vacuum cleaner.

"Your going to insist on vacuuming the whole house tonight, aren't you?"


"Did I ever tell you how hot it makes me when a guy vacuums?"

My FMT laughs. He thinks I'm joking. I'm not.

I don't know why but I just really enjoy watching a guy clean house. Maybe it's because it's a form of service. Maybe it's because that means I don't have to do it. I really can't tell you why.

I tell him this. I call him a tease. He stops vacuuming and takes me upstairs. To do his homework.

And no his homework was not a hands on experiment with Sexual Sadism.

For the assignment we had to create a backstory for the patient, diagnose her, then create a treatment plan for her. For me this was fun because as a SANE sadist, I can easily see where that line is and where things could go terribly wrong.

We debated, I educated him, he typed. An hour later we'd made a good dent in his assignment and were at a stopping point. We were well past our scheduled pizza/ice cream/hot fucking time. I figured I was going home frustrated. Cock blocked by a Kirby vacuum cleaner.

But alas, it was finally Lilyana time. My patience was rewarded. Multiple times.

I'm sure there's some sucking/vacuum cleaner joke in there too. I'll let you create your own.

As I drove home, I could picture my FMT scanning the DSM-IV-TR index looking for a mental disorder that involves voyerism and men vacuuming. I hope that's one disorder that doesn't require a treatment plan. I sure as hell won't be helping him with THAT homework assignment if that's the case.