The Other Side of the Coin

Well, it is Saturday morning. Everyone knows that is my favorite time to blog. John is cleaning house. I put a cult little pink ribbon in his hair. As a general rule I don't like my guy to wear anything feminine. For some reason this morning I was feeling playful. Maybe next week I will have him wear his cowboy hat. Then,tell him, what a real man he is while cleaning our bathrooms. Sometimes you need to just laugh at your man.





On my first working visit with Mistress Tara she taught me that every mistress has two sides.
On one side of the coin she is a sweet loving, tender lady. On the other side of the coin she is the nasty, bitch mistress. A man should never know which side of the coin will come up at any time. This tends to keep a man guessing. He is never sure of what response the lady will give him.

On that visit Tara showed me how to play with a guy's emotions. She took a man's chin gently in her hand; spoke sweetly to him, and smiled. Then, in a quick flash, her smile turned to a frown as she slapped the hapless man in the face. He never saw it coming. One of her criticisms of me was that I was much better at playing the sweet mistress than the nasty bitch. For that reason she said that I would never make a great dominatrix. The best women for the job were those that had been really hurt by men.

Women grow up with a full suit case of ideas from their mothers. Among them is the idea that they should please their man. As women we want to be taken. A good dominatrix doesn't really care about pleasing a man. She is in full control of her emotions. She doesn't have that feminine desire to be taken. Tara told me that sometimes these women become so hardened that they put up an emotional shield around them so that no man can get to them again. Tara was so proud of me when I yelled at the houseboy to lick my shoes clean.

A houseboy in Tara's studio was more of a thing then a person. He head was always looking down. Even when an attractive women undressed in front of him, his eyes remained focused to the floor. He was not allowed to talk. The women would dress and undress in front of him like he was a puppy instead of a full grown man. They would say things in front of him that they would ordinarily censor in front of a man. It had to be a truly humiliating experience. It took me a while to understand that these 'boys' loved being treated in this fashion.

One of the comments from the last posting was from a man who said he loved the fact that his mistress punished him for no reason. Over the years I have resisted the idea that I should punish John for no reason. For some reason I think that may be part of the difference between a loving wife and a dominatrix.

Tara told me on several occasions that I might show the whip, even hold it, or lightly play with it, but I would never really use it. She was right. In a caring, loving relationship I feel that a man should not be punished unless there is a reason. A man my want to be punished, to be whipped or whatever, for the fun of being punished, but is that really punishment. Is an over the knee spanking a punishment or a reward?

My uncle, who had the dogs, lived in the country. He also had horses. When my aunt died we helped take down the house. In their old born we found a 'riding whip'. It is a short flexible whip used to make a horse run faster. For some reason John wanted to keep it. Of course, we are city people who have have no obvious need for a horse whip. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to take the whip in hand, and use it on a man. One of my fears is that it might be something I would enjoy doing. For me that would be the other side of the coin.




Love, Mistress Kathy