‘Cause it was all ass-spanking. And you know, ass-spanking, that’s not so much brutey, brave stoic sacrifice and more who’s been a naughty boy, then. Oh, I know, I know, different people like different things, it’s all a big continuum. But on Thursday night it felt like I was on one end of the bell curve and everyone else was in the room next door with a completely different ass-shaped diagram.
As I walked in, two men got on their knees and gave me a rose. Thing was, I had just spent £5.50 putting all my stuff in the cloakroom. The last thing I wanted was some *plant* to carry around when I had just deliberately got shot of my stuff to carry around.
Course they were doing this so every woman who came up the stairs making it all *slightly* female supremacy icky.
Only slightly, I guess, ’cause it was a club for dominant women, but even so, how special did I feel? Why vagina-special. (I was actually the least special looking woman there by a long long way. I’m sure people thought I was there to fix the plumbing as none of my clothes were either skin-tight or teetering or shiny, shiny, SHINY. (Or equestrian themed for some other bloody faux-posh reason. God. Why do dominant women weakly pretend to be members of the upper classes all the time? *Sigh* class-rage: [OFF]))
So I left the flower on the bar. And felt bad about that. Like when you take a flyer to be nice but then drop it in a bin.
The kneeling-rose-doormen also called me mistress. I did think the case had been closed on dominant women not liking being called ‘mistress’ by random strangers. Jack sometimes calls me mistress if he thinks I might be in a coma and he wants to rouse me fast.
But look, it is the ick and I really thought you *knew*.
But you can’t really blame those rose guys. Not after the chavinatrix taking tickets on the door kept me waiting in line while she gave the man in front of me an erection by screetching at him for *not* calling *her* mistress. Anyone’d think prodoms *like* making femdom uncomfy for women like me. Anyone’d think they had a financial vested interest in that.
Here’s the thing. I didn’t fit in. I didn’t fit in at ass-spanky, rose-givy, prodom-screetchy Club Pedestal. But when I complained to Jack that I wanted to see some punching in the face, and he said why didn’t I punch him in the face, and I did, and I did until my knuckles hurt and he was bruised, I thought about how many other nightclubs I had ever sat in where I would have felt happy punching my boyfriend in the face over and over.
None.
16 Comments
June 2, 2008 at 6:36 pm
Well, if you didn’t SEE enough of something happen, you could have MADE it happen by doing something yourself…no?
June 2, 2008 at 6:52 pm
That’s what I have to do. Always. That’s what this blog is.
That’s what that pile of coconuts is for.
June 2, 2008 at 7:02 pm
I’ve always wanted to attend a Pedestal event – the timing has never been right for me. That said, while I love the idea of women openly expressing their dominance; the whole thing seems a bit over-the-top and more about costuming than male submission and celebration of women. Are the submissive ‘flower boys’ properly trained on how to address women visitors? Many dominant women don’t want to be called ‘Mistress’ or any other honorific – unless they specifically decide what and grant the privilege.
June 2, 2008 at 7:13 pm
I once had a friend call me ‘Mistress’. It was so weird, didn’t he KNOW? I really thought a friend at least, would know. It was very weird, and he was my friend. It would be much more uncomfortable for a stranger to randomly call me ‘Mistress’.
Besides, ‘Mistress Wendy’ sounds really stupid.
June 2, 2008 at 7:15 pm
Oh balls. that last comment was me. See what happens when you try to start a second blog? Login’s get all wonky.
June 2, 2008 at 9:32 pm
Told you so!
I hope you lingered over the art on the walls at least.
June 2, 2008 at 10:52 pm
Another solution is to organize your own party with like-minded ladies… like the saying goes, if you want to have something done right, you have to do it yourself.
That’s what I did.
Six times.
LD
June 3, 2008 at 3:18 am
I’ll be in London the first week of July. The first thing I did was check the schedule to see if I could go to an event like that.
You might not feel like you fit in but after being in NYC and seeing the crappy scene here, the option of being able to go to so many events might be better than not having the option.
I’m looking at the calendar of events for London now and it’s insane to have to actually choose between events!
June 3, 2008 at 4:28 am
Wendy –
Your name makes me think of a Prince song. This is not a bad thing. Forever ago when I was discovering my kink, I didn’t know why the song turned me on.
“Wendy?
Yes, Lisa.
Is the water warm enough?
Yes, Lisa.
Shall we begin?
Yes, Lisa.” <3!
June 3, 2008 at 8:21 am
Hey, I love all those quotes about beauty and they are so very true. Great effort and Happy Mute Monday!
beautiful quotes!
June 4, 2008 at 1:05 am
Luminosity – hehe, I didn’t know my name was in a Prince song!
I always liked Prince, even when I was too young to realize that all of his songs were actually about sex. (Silly me – I really though “Little Red Corvette” was about a car!)
June 5, 2008 at 12:46 am
Stuff the rose in the greeter’s mouth and go about your day. Probably would have made his night, and you wouldn’t have a plant to walk around with.
June 5, 2008 at 7:45 pm
I wish I were brave enough. Maybe one day.
This comment made me think quite a lot about how – when I am out – the asshattery makes me freeze. I don’t really act dominant much at all. Maybe I should. Or try to. Maybe that would be a better choice than withdrawing. The withdrawal comes from my gut though – hard to override.
June 6, 2008 at 8:15 pm
“I’ll be in London the first week of July. The first thing I did was check the schedule to see if I could go to an event like that.
You might not feel like you fit in but after being in NYC and seeing the crappy scene here, the option of being able to go to so many events might be better than not having the option”
Dont bother.
June 7, 2008 at 10:31 pm
Axe: ‘crappy scene’ in New York?
Let me suggest the whole city is a ’scene’ and most of the women in Manhattan – and to some extent in London too – are ‘alpha females’ in denial. Women in both cities need to wake-up and get a whiff of the F/m coffee brewing on the proverbial stove. It really is all about women – and what they want.
john
submissiveProud
July 9, 2008 at 3:57 am
Do you normally puch your boyfriend in the face?
You scare me