Music Monday's: What I'm not.

A new section I'm going to try, something to keep myself entertained. I love music, although I am partial to the odd indie tune, I also listen to the radio, A LOT and have come into contact with many songs lately that seem to fit how I'm feeling as a dommina.

This one, although it's written about women in general, I found I felt an afinity to when it came to my first steps (back into) the BDSM scene online. I was being approached mostly by male subs, and when I call them subs I use the term lightly... they were men who fetishise women and dominant women in particular. The type of guys who couldn't walk upto you in a bar because they're too socially awkward to even be in a bar, but sending pictures of their penises over the internet? Now that made them feel safe. And manly.

Don't you want to have somebody who objectifies you?
Have you thought about your butt? Who's gonna tear it in two?
We've never had it so good, uh-huh, we're out of the woods
And if you can't detect the sarcasm, you've misunderstood

Because we all know how wonderful it is to be treated as nothing more than someone's fetish instead of as a human being, It's Lily Allen's It's hard out here...

The perfect service/sexual submissive...

I wrote this a short while ago for the blog, time to share! 

My first two days back on collarme found my inbox flooded with emails. Most are SPAM. I’d say eighty per cent spam, easy. The same guys who obviously send this to every new female account in the hopes that someone will be lonely or bored enough to talk to them. 

After an inbox filled with (mostly) crap, I’d like to write something positive, I want to write about my perfect submissive for right now. This wouldn’t be the guy I would marry, it would just be my main play partner as I also played with others (mostly girls in my fantasy, hot hot girls who made glorious noises when I hit their round asses). 

My fantasy slave (for right now) 

He’s tall and muscular but also soft and sensitive in that manly way that women adore. The type of guy who wouldn’t be afraid to cry in front of you, but doesn’t really need to. His life’s good, in order. He is successful in his career and a social go-getter. He has an easy smile and good humour. He provides me with an escape from all the realities of life. 

Our play often consists of me going over to his plush new house, him running me a bubble bath with oils and candles and refilling my Champaign every so often and trotting off to prepare food or do some other types of work that will benefit me as I soak in my bathtub. The work for me is usually mundane: my taxes is a good one, laundry is also often in the fantasy, him making sure everything’s clean soft and perfumed just right. Especially the lingerie that I might be wearing for other men. The mystery excites him, but it doesn’t stop him from doing a very good job.

When I have had my fill of bath time relaxation and reading I call my boy back, he helps me out of the tub and wraps me in a white, fluffy towel. We then walk into a lounge room and he dries me off and places me in a silk robe (notice all of the attention to detail here?) he then gives me a pedicure, his skilled hands making my feet beautiful. After he brings me food whether it be a meal or desert (as is often the case). 

Sometimes in this fantasy I get him to stand there posing while I eat so I can admire his perfect form. Other times he massages me after I eat my desert or performs as a sexual slave. Whatever the variation of the fantasy is, it’s all about me and my enjoyment and that’s what he get’s off on.

I love the thought of a service (sometimes turned sexual) submissive who would be mine. I would love to find someone to fill the bill but unfortunately I have not yet. 

Soon, very soon…

Welcome to Lady Maliha's blog!

My blog is about redefining BDSM for me, a twenty-first century woman. It’s about putting some eloquent words behind some of the more taboo fetishes which I have dabbled in in the past and still continue to captivate me (ie, age play, objectifying other women and financial domination). This blog is also a chance for me to find others’ who’re drawn to BDSM for the same reasons as me and start a conversation with them. 

I find honest conversations about BDSM are few and far between, and sadly in the realm of the internet there’s so much misinformation and fantasy that it can be difficult to find yourself, let alone others who’re similar to you. 

My journey has been eight years coming, from those early days as a sixteen year old when I snuck onto BDSM personals’ sites wanting to browse their forums and having the naive idea that these closet perverts were truly happy just talking to me about fetishes and weren’t interested in breaking any laws. I was then at eighteen meeting my early switch-y play partners the later having my first earnest domme experiences. Today I am a strong, confident dominant women who does what she pleases, with whom she pleases when she pleases. 

My personal earnest sexual liberation is one I hope will encourage others to take a hard look at their own sexualities and explore for explorations own sake.  This is not a personal lifestyle blog that catalogues play experiences and tenderly skirts around certain subjects the writer doesn’t want to admit to having an interest in. I seek to discover and enlighten, which is why I am choosing to stay (mostly) anonymous. 

In terms of pronouns used, I am openly bisexual however most of the people who approach me and who I play with are male. When I write advice pieces they will mostly have this in mind, but if you think it is still applicable to you, please don’t let my choice of pronouns bother you.