Friday, September 29, 2006

Knitting? Me? No way!!

Someone posted a comment asking if spinning, was knitting! I'm definitely not ashamed to say, that in my first year of home economics in high school, I demanded that they move me to woodworking class with all the boys instead. I refused to learn how to hem skirts (although the first week that I did have to endure the home ec class, I successfully hemmed up my school uniform skirt, to way above my knee, and way above the allotted "required skirt length" that they demanded). That was my one and only attempt at any kind of sewing or knitting. While I was using really cool things like hacksaws in woodworking, my friends were "knitting" scarves for their grannies, and tea cosies for their mums. I made a rather cool clock, which I later on my own time stained, and jazzed up with rhinestones (I kid you not, and it was the 80's)...

I have NEVER in my life picked up a set of knitting needles, nor have I ever sewn a button. I am NOT a domestic goddess by any stretch of the imagination, unless you can count whipping up an occasional batch of hash brownies for a party ;-) while dressed to thrill.... Ooooh, and I am quite good at coming up with funky drink specials, and I've been told that my cosmo's would pass at any upscale martini bar! I am excellent however at telling other people (men in particular) how to be domesticated. Olivia is a prime example. She's a wiz in the kitchen, always sews on buttons for me, and has taken in, and up many pairs of pants for me. She's also a culinary genius, and knows how to get any stain, out of anything. She sucks at woodworking.

As for spinning - do you mean like rapunzel? Didn't she spin her hair into gold or something like that? I definitely have NEVER even seen one of those contraptions, much less used one & if you mean that, you must be from a different generation!

My spinning is an intense cardio workout, that burns upwards of 700 calories per hour, and during which time you cycle yourself lean & mean! I load up my IPOD with over an hours worth of music, most of which is with beats per minute of over 180. Some day's its disco fever, other days it's dance club mixes, and sometimes even trance/rave music. The lights are off, the disco ball is spinning, and there is a really cool mural done in black light kinda paint that makes it look like we're riding through this really cool landscape at night. When we increase the tension to move to hills/mountains we slow the music down with some R&B and climb climb climb, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, until our glutes are burning! If your gym offers spinning classes, I suggest you try it. The first few classes will kill you, but don't quit.. keep pushing, and you'll become addicted. I'm completely addicted. In fact even after I get done teaching my own classes, I come in on Sunday's on my only day off, and take another trainer's spin class!

When I travel, the first thing I look for is a club that offers advanced spinning classes, where I can buy a day pass to, even before I look for a hotel. Years and years ago, I thought I was addicted to body building and strength training, and sure it made my bod look totally buffed - but my actual fitness level was quite crap - it totally didn't get my heart rate over 180 ever, and I certainly never sweated buckets. My recovery time is literally less than 5 seconds now, proving that my heart is in the best shape ever.

I also teach an aerobic strip class, and a class that's similar to tae-bo - only we can't call it that. I also have about 100 clients that I see a month for individualized training, where I teach them the basics of nutrition, cardio, strength training, and core workouts. Probably of that 100, 40 are men, of various ages, and in various stages of fitness. I actually for the first time ever, want to chuck a client this week - this guy is weird -- in an odd way -- not weird/quirky like me. First time he came for a session, he came dressed for a round of golf, or a day out at the mall - I kid you not. No workout clothes, brown shoes, matching socks, long pants, and a golf shirt... I was a little taken aback. That hour working out was the weirdest I've spent in a really long time. He kept smashing the weights down - because he couldn't control his movements - and when I told him to lower the weight for better control, he laughed at me. He spent more time talking about the bizarrest stuff, rather than working out, and every time I brought him back to a new machine, to show him how to use it, he'd stare off into space, or yammer on excessively. In an hour I normally get a lot accomplished - with him, barely nothing, and he was just not getting it. I took him to my office and explained that I'm a pretty hard core trainer, and that he might be better suited to one of the younger (less experienced) trainers (obviously he'd not listened to me during our initial 1/2 hour consultation). Also during that time I had a difficult time understanding what his goals were. However, he paid in advance for 12 sessions with me ($960.00 - which is a lot of cash to drop if you're not really serious..... right)?

So today we had our second session -- he showed up in a yellow t-shirt, denim shorts, and his brown work shoes, with long brown socks. BTW - he's like in his late 30's probably. I spent another half hour talking to him about his goals, and from what I can gather, he would like to lose 10lbs (but he could really stand to lose about 40lbs) and he'd like to get stronger... he wants to focus mostly on weights. I figured the only way to lose this guy as a client was to be a complete bitch -- which I'm the best at. I told him that I needed him to commit to 5 days a week, not 1 day a week. I told him that today we'd do cardio to see where he is, so I got him onto the treadmill, and showed him how to set it up. I started him at 3.0, and you'd have thought I'd asked him to sprint a marathon. He kept yakking about how easy of a run this was, and how I must be trying to punish him by starting him out "way up here".... I explained that 3.0 is really a stroll - no need for running - and that it's like a 25 minute mile - which is not good. I also told him that as I adjusted his incline and his speed, I didn't want him to talk, just drink, concentrate, and work as hard as he can. 11 minutes in, at 3.3 with a 2% incline he was dying, and had had enough. I think he may have aspergers syndrome or something -- he's just outta this planet weird. (I'm not saying that everyone with autism, highly functioning or not, is weird by the way -- just this guy). That hour was the longest hour ever. I don't know how much more of him I can take. Yet again today he was smashing the weights like crazy -- kinda like a child would do, because he loves the noise it's making....??? I'm dreading Monday... and as someone who up until this past weekend hadn't drank in a few months -- I seriously need a cosmo, or a glass of wine.

I took the other guy from my spin class to his company get together this past Saturday night -- it was actually a lot of fun. He's intelligent, cleaned up well (after I put him together), and was charming and made me laugh. His bosses certainly knew how to party -- alcohol at the bar was free until midnight & I had at least 4 glasses of red wine. After the first I was buzzed, by the 3rd I'm surprised I hadn't taken off any clothes, or the clothes off of someone else! Everyone there was totally wondering who I was, and how we'd met, and we were truthful to a point saying that we have been working out together 4 times a week for quite some time and had recently started dating!

I slept in his car the whole way home. I slept in his guest room, because I'd driven myself to his place to help him get put together, and fell asleep in my dress, minus my shoes which he'd kindly removed for me. I woke up the next morning to breakfast in bed! This guy is good.. and he's not had any training! He'd cut up mangoes, strawberries & an apple, and made a whole wheat waffle which was delicious.

As I hadn't anticipated not going home, I hadn't brought anything with me, so I'm sure I looked frightful, leaving in my red evening gown, barefoot with my shoes in my hand, and my hair unpinned in places -- luckily I didn't have to stop on my drive home! Sunday was a totally lazy day for me - I actually had a hangover, from my lack of drinking recently, so I lazed around all day long. It was quite nice for a change!

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Wedding plans...

Well, I've been a bridesmaid now way more than 3 times... and here I go yet again.... Am I destined to the life of a spinster?? Another of my good friends is getting hitched, and she has enlisted my help -- my friends think I'm Martha Stewart, in leather, and are constantly enlisting my help at either decorating, fixing their men up, throwing parties, or whipping them into shape (like 2 weeks before a huge event). Perhaps I should have another career as some kind of life coach. For a while, every free moment I had was spent taking their men shopping for clothes, or a new "do", or a lesson on gift buying, or hustling them into spinning class, followed by a long round of weights.

A few men at the gym, or via friends of friends, have begged me to "escort" them to boring work related functions, or help them spruce their homes up -- is there really that big of a need for "hiring" a pretend girlfriend?

I did actually go out with this guy Brian, who has faithfully come to every single one of my spin classes since I started teaching -- to be honest, in the beginning I thought he was gay and in serious need of a makeover. After a while I went for coffee with him, and found out that he's VERY shy, but is almost about to be made partner at a CPA firm in town, who entertain a lot. He's avoided as many of these events as he possibly can, but now the other partners are really pushing the "what's up with you" line to the max. After much beating around the bush, I finally realised he was asking me, if he could pay me to go with him (no funny business) and pretend to be his girlfriend.

I am usually the girl who is up for most things, and my life is very rarely dull, so I accepted, but I told him that first I had to see his wardrobe. This was a Saturday, and I had the whole afternoon to mess around. He also offered me a very substantial hourly fee, to include the makeover. I followed him back to a very nice home in the burbs, that really lacked a woman's touch -- and also made me realise, he's not gay. Gay guys generally have great style & a flair for interior design. He had neither.

He was very nervous as he took me up to his bedroom - it was quite funny. I decided nanny mode would be best for him, and lead him firmly to the closet. Oh my god... this guy needed serious help. Any wonder he didn't have a girlfriend. I've only ever seen him in cycle clothing - everything in his closet looked like it had been purchased by his mother, and his great aunt Hilda. The dinner & coctail thing was going to be the following Saturday night at the Ritz Carleton. I went into his bathroom and his grooming supplies consisted of (I kid you not) arm and hammer deodrant, VO5 shampoo, and some hideous white soap that smelt like tar/paint remover. I grabbed my keys, and told him to come along.

I spent the entire afternoon at Tysons Corner Mall, and got him some great casual stuff at American Eagle Outfitters, Express & Abercombie & Fitch. For nice evening wear I took him to Brooks Brothers, Nordstroms and Armani Exchange. We literally shopped till we were ready to drop. He tried on hundreds of pieces of clothing & was a great sport about all of it. After making some quick purchases at Sephora, The Body Shop, and L'Occitane for his grooming needs, I then drove him out to Bethesda to meet my hair stylist (whom I had begged to fit us in as his last appt for the day & promised to make it worth his while, had actually agreed... it takes me 8 weeks in advance to see him).. Brian had kinda non-descript hair, in no actual style, and used no products on it. He got an awesome cut, nose hair removal, and a shave that left a little stubble, and made him look kinda hot. I was shocked!
It was 8pm and I was starving as we left the salon. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and was getting a little "testy". Brian suggested that we go to a family owned grill near his house, and realizing I had nothing else to do, I agreed. Brian really doesn't know anything about me besides the fact that I'm the group exercise director at the gym, a trainer, and I teach spinning. He asked if I'd ever done anything like this before, and I had to admit that in some ways, yes I had... I didn't elaborate and say that I usually took men shopping at V.S and dressed them up as women, for my own amusement, but I did tell him that several of my friends have enlisted my help in making over their own men, or friends of friends. We actually had a really nice meal together, and I asked lots of questions, so I could be a more "realistic" girlfriend the following Saturday night. I jotted down some notes - about his sister, his family, and the people he worked with, and I asked him what his idea girl would look like. He told me he's always had a thing for blondes, and seamed stockings!!

I'll let you know how his pretend date goes this Saturday... Monday this week, I came down with some allergy kinda thing - my head has been pounding, I can't sleep, and I feel "funny", but can't really describe it. I'm feeling a tad better today. However, I've been on the phone with a wedding planner, setting up an appointment to get together with her to go over certain things I know my friend will really want, and try to lower her rate. The lady in question is foreign (LOL) and it will make for an interesting evening. After the meeting tonight, I'm going home and having a huge bubble bath with a glass of wine -- I deserve it. Bring on those 400+ calories.

Would you "hire" someone to help you?

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

What I expect from you! Required Reading... part one

As a member of my site, I expect you to do certain things, act a certain way, and become a better person. I expect these things, because, this site is about my personal views on female-domination, and about you being a better submissive, if not for me, then for the other woman in your life.

Throughout this site you'll get ideas on how to be a better slave, and ways to increase your submission, and make yourself more desirable to a dominant woman.

Being a member of my site & using the forums also allows you to interact with others who are on a similar quest, and who don't judge, or make you feel less than. You can choose to be as private as you like (by not giving out identifying information about yourself, or posting a face pic) or as open as you feel you need to be. One is not better than the other, it's a matter of personal preference & how comfortable you are with your choices.

The first thing I expect from you, is a letter of introduction. Include as much information as you feel ready to share. Read it over, and ask yourself, would you want to get to know you better after reading it? Tell me who you are, where your interests may or may not be, talk about your age, health, and location. Be courageous, be specific, be truthful, and let it all hang out (so to speak).. I am NOT interested in a mass e-mail campaign - Don't recycle the same old shit.

Include a picture or video attachment of one of the following:-

Your cock in a chastity device, cock ring, rope bondage, or suffering pain for me (clips, needles etc.,)

Your cock inside a pretty RED high heel pump that you've been fucking!

You dressed up in a sexy pair of women's panties, with stockings of course (primary colours only for the panties).

Your ass with a cucumber, or zucchini, or ear of corn lubed up and entering you!

You cumming on either a red high heel pump, a pair of brightly coloured panties, or on a cucumber/zucchine/ear of corn.

Whichever of these you choose, I also want you holding (or taped onto your body) a home made sign which states clearly: PROPERTY OF MS JULIE

Now, why the specifics you ask - well there a ton of pics you could just grab from anywhere on the net, and this means you did actually follow through with what I asked, and are trustworthy, and can follow simple directions, and I SO APPRECIATE that in a guy.

Secondly, if and when you e-mail me, I always want the previous e-mails below your newest post (this way I don't have to sift through 40,000 older e-mails to remind myself details that we've already discussed).

Thirdly, Please take a second before you quote something tired and over-used to Me. I won’t pay any attention to the foolish things you say. I will, however, remember if you speak with honesty, creativity and intelligence.

Fourthly, Gift Giving - The Only Strings Attached To A Gift Should Be The Laces On A New Pair Of Boots!

If you want to give a special gift to a mistress, that's entirely up to you. I have seen dominas proudly show off presents that range from a single rose to a fleet of automobiles. The deep meaning or the financial extravagance of a gift you wish to give to your mistress is certainly your decision, but keep one very important thing in mind. If you strap a Rolex watch to her wrist or take her on a lavish European holiday, don't expect like value in return.

A genuine gift is often rewarded, but don't expect a reward or use a present as barter. That's really low budget, no matter how much you spent. Also keep in mind that there are two very definite categories of gifts--personal and self-serving. Like a husband giving his wife a dishwasher for her birthday, a submissive who gives a dominatrix bondage gear, a custom-made whip or exotic fetish clothing says that he's giving her this gift to outfit his own desires more than hers. Certainly it will be appreciated, but it may not be admired as much as a completely personal gift. If the mistress you fancy likes a certain brand of perfume or, maybe, Versace dresses, impress her by getting this kind of purely personal present, along with whatever self-serving dungeon goodies you'll no doubt buy. And then give these presents with no strings attached; your stock will soar in her estimation.

Let a Dominant know what you can do for them. Dominant women are not a public utility. You want them to spend their time and effort on you. What can you do for them in return? Your introductory letter should be very clear about the sorts of things that you can do for them. Are you good dinner company? Can you baby-sit her dogs, cats, and fish? Do you enjoy cleaning? Do you like fixing things? Are you the world's best boot polisher? Are you a leather fetishist who would love to Lexol all her toys? The possibilities are endless. Pick a few things (at least 5) that you're good at *and* that you are willing to do, and put that in your letter. Be sure that you are really willing to it. I have a friend who says, "They always say 'Oh Mistress, I'll do anything for you' until I tell them to clean the catbox."

So.... How do you become a Houseboy?

Dream on, houseboys...What submissive doesn't dream of achieving the coveted and elusive position of 'Houseboy'? I receive perhaps 150 applications per year for the post, and I'm going to have a real tough time replacing Olivia.

According to popular myth, being a houseboy is every slave's dream come true: Mince about the house in leather underwear, do a bit of dusting, polish Mistress' boots, receive hourly spankings, and sexually service Mistress and her 3 gorgeous friends with alarming regularity.

Nothing could be further than the truth. Being a houseboy is perhaps the most demanding, thankless task ever conceived, a true test of ability, training, and character. As my current (tho not live-in) #1 is fond of saying, "this is not a gig for the faint of heart". A houseboy is called upon 24 hours a day, 7 days a week to perform whatever task his Mistress sets him, and he is expected to do the job on time, to spec, and under budget. He does not receive tangible rewards for performing his assigned duties; his reward is the satisfaction of pleasing his Mistress, and easing her way through the perils of the day.

Let's examine the qualities needed to be an effective houseboy.

A houseboy must be submissive, totally, but realistically. A groveling, sycophantic submissive is a poor candidate for a houseboy position, as he lacks the drive and initiative required to keep up with the demands of the job. There is a time and a place for crawling to me and kissing my feet, but 4:00 PM on a Saturday when I'm in the backyard and I desire a cocktail is neither the time, nor the place. I look for a bright, motivated and intuitive personality when considering a houseboy candidate. Retiring, artificially humble slaves are not suited to the task.

Loyalty is essential. While I prefer an experienced candidate, I have no desire to share him with his 'other' Mistress. It will take me long enough as it is to adequately train him, without having him try to meet the demands of two or more other dominants. A houseboy is ideally the most trusted member of a dominants' household, privy to confidential personal information, and depended upon to perform tasks which demand the utmost in discretion. If I can't trust my houseboy, I can't trust anyone.

Demanding, 'high maintenance' submissives are far too much trouble to keep as houseboys. I've lost track of the number of candidates who expected me to stand behind them, in full costume, artfully applying a riding crop to their bottoms as they ineffectively maneuver the vacuum cleaner. Sorry, fellas...the reason houseboys exist in the first place is to save me that degree of trouble. I can FORCE anyone to do my cleaning: A houseboy WANTS to do it, with no expectation of reward.

Skills are essential: a houseboy must have extraordinary abilities in any number of disciplines. Cooking and cleaning? Merely the beginning. A houseboy must have proven abilities in at LEAST 5 of the following fields:

Fabric Care
Wood Working
Leather Working
Metal Working
Graphic Design
Computer Programming
Martial Arts
Skin Care
Shiatsu Massage
Word Processing/Database Management
Tax Preparation
Great Organization Skills
Story writing capablilities
Managing a business

Any other skills not mentioned above are a bonus, and if you say you have certain abilities, you'd best be able to deliver on demand. It is not appropriate to indulge in 'on the job training'.

A houseboy sees Mistress at her worst: contrary to popular belief, we do not roll out of bed in full make-up, slip on our latex cat suits and thigh high boots and slink into the kitchen for coffee. Similarly, houseboys, when permitted to 'overnight', do not always spend the night in chains, ball-gagged and butt plugged. I have no intentions of having to waste valuable time setting you free in the morning in order that you may make my bowl of special K, and bring me a glass of cold o.j.

Houseboys rise with the sun, on their own volition, and have the household fully functioning by the time Mistress awakes. Houseboys must contend with Mistress' many moods, and must be almost precognitive in sensing and meeting her needs. An ideal houseboy is a transparent addition to a dominant household, filling many roles, often simultaneously, while maintaining a cheerful yet unobtrusive demeanor. Olivia is my right hand man... err girl...

What are the rewards? Satisfaction at a job well done. Being treated with the dignity and respect worthy of a skilled and dedicated craftsman. Knowing that you are a good friend, listener, confidant. The occasional foray into the dungeon.

The punishments? More severe that you could possibly imagine. A houseboy is not expected to be perfect, although it's always a nice thing to aspire to, but neither is he allowed to err constantly. Once familiar with the rules and expectations of the household, he is expected to comply with them completely. A houseboy intentionally misbehaving, in expectation of receiving a sound spanking often finds himself summarily dismissed.

Being a lifestyle submissive is a noble trade. Being a houseboy is a job. Know the job description, learn constantly, keep your eyes and ears open, and most importantly keep your mouth shut, and make yourself invaluable. If you're lucky, your efforts will be rewarded. And lastly, have lots of discretion.

OK, well give yourself 3 points for reading this far. After re-reading it, sit down and type me up a letter. Give yourself another 3 points. Re-read your letter, spell check it, and save it. Don't send it yet. Go make your sign. Give yourself another 3 points. Then get set up to take your photo (make sure you have all the required props, and a hard cock. (One which is hopefully mostly, hair free - no bushes - it shouldn't look like a weed whacker is needed to get through it)... Edit your photo, get it attached to your letter, save it and go shower, or have a glass of wine, or fix yourself something to eat. Give yourself another 3 points. Read your letter one last time, make any edits needed, and then send it off to me - -- I look forward to getting it, and you should stay tuned to find out what else is expected from you, part two..

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Storms & Outages..

God what a shitty week I've had! On Saturday the storm hit, and by Sunday I had no power at my house, and when I went to the gym on Monday morning, the power outages had effected their modems ~ so I couldn't get online from there either! My power came back last night around 6ish ~ but god it was awful - no A/C was the worst part. I can't function in the humidity! I also don't even have a landline phone at home (that doesn't need to be plugged in) & by Monday morning my cell was also dead!! Thank god it wasn't like one of those bad horror movies -- chick home alone, with only candles to light the way, no phone, and no one close enough to hear the screams!! LOL.

The gym had all their modems/routers replaced this morning around 9.30ish, so thankfully I can now at least log on, get caught up on my mail, and god knows what else. I can't believe it's already Thursday!!

Because there wasn't alot to do at home with no power, I partied a lot this week! I met this really sexy 40 year old woman called Catalina, who owns a boat and keeps it docked in Baltimore. She also lives in the same ritzy condo place at Spinnaker Bay that my friend Elizabeth does. I'm surprised with as much time as I spend over there that I haven't run into her before now ~ but without power a few of us went over to Powerplant live for a few drinks, and dinner. She was sitting alone at the bar, so we invited her to join us. She was a total hoot. Did I mention she was also drop dead sexy??

Turns out she divorced her husband because he has a small dick, and she was sick of getting lovers on the side to satisfy her. When she told her hubbie that she'd been with a black guy -- he freaked out.. apparantly other white or even hispanic guys were ok, but not a black dude! So while he was freaking out, she told him that his lack of equipment was too much for her to deal with, and even watching him pull on it, while she was getting fucked by someone who was much better endowed, no longer turned her on. So she threw him out. I like her spunk!

Anyway, I wound up going home with her that night, and we had awesome sex. She loves to eat pussy! Who am I to disagree?

So, I'm around, and working on e-mail, will also get some updates ready for tonight and tomorrow - new movies, some new galleries and that kinda stuff. Check back later ;-)