I get lots of ICQ's from people asking for naked pictures, or to cyber, etc. Typically, they go right into my ignore file. The last thing I want is to talk sex with some 14 year old stack of hormones from another time zone. Yay. Anyway, yesterday, I received an ICQ saying something along the lines of "Ma'am, may this girl have permission to speak with you?" Now, normally, I would go straight for the "ignore" button. But I was intrigued. So, I gave her permission.

It turns out that "daphne" is looking for a new Mistress, her previous one now being married. The concept was very enticing for me. I have always wanted to be a Domme, especially to another female. (Yes, I am sure Freud would have a field day with that, but I refuse to listen to any ideas from a man who did enough cocaine to kill a small horse!) Now, one was virtually throwing herself at my feet.

She sent me a few pictures, (damn hot!) and we talked a bit more. I sent her to my website and she lavished me with compliments on my beauty. (Always a quick way to get on my good side! "Vanity, thy name is FrogMistress!" Or something like that.) It was quite an ego boost and was getting me very hot.

Now, I am not stupid. I realize that the chances of her actually being a 25 year old female were quite slim. More probably, she was a 30-something guy acting out some fantasy of his. So, I tried to come up with a way to see her realtime, instead of photos that could have been gotten anywhere. She didn't have a video camera for her computer, or a camcorder or anything. So, at my husband's suggestion, I gave her the first step to becoming my slave. (I still giggle at that thought!)

She was to get a camcorder somehow and tape herself telling me why she wanted to be my slave, why she thought she deserved me, etc. Then, she was to masturbate (while still taping, of course) and send me the tape by next Wednesday. She went offline shortly after without having sent a reply. Hm...

Well, it was fun while it lasted. I did learn two very important lessons from it, though. Well, ok, three.

The whole conversation put me in the mood for another "scene." My husband and I ran to the drug store to pick up a few things. (I find it interesting that the first time in over five years that I have used mousse in my hair was for a scene with my husband.)

Normally, we come up with some sort of plot or theme for the evening, just to give us some direction. Last night, we just decided to go with it. It didn't go very well. Don't misunderstand me, the sex was incredible, as always, but the scene didn't flow well.

This made me realize, unfortunately, that I do not make a very good Domme, and my husband makes for a poor sub. It could be that our moods were just off, or that we didn't plan well. Maybe we'll have to give it one more try.

The third lesson? That I couldn't have a slave, especially a 24/7 kind of situation. I couldn't do that to someone on a full time basis. I have a hard enough time asking someone to open a jar when the lid is too tight. Could you imagine me ordering someone around all the time? I can't. I break character too much. I empathize too much. Dammit, I'm just too fucking nice.