Right!

Off to take my actual last final exam of the semester. I still have one paper due saturday, but as far as testing... this is the last one!

Which is to say that I expect you subs who have NOT worked with me and my new schedule to use the next three weeks to get your asses in here to see me before the next semester starts. Honestly... you all PROMISED you'd be all kinds of flexible in scheduling but you really weren't. tut tut.

And for the future... when I give you my schedule and tell you when I'm available, I'm not playing around. Work with me here!

For the next couple of weeks, until late January, I'm much more available. You're welcome!

I'll blog like a real person after Saturday. Oh... and I just got the results from the final I took this morning... a 92! I'm awesome. :)

And I really really need to put the hurt on my subs. I miss you! Fix that!

No words...

for so long, and I apologize. I knew that school would be time consuming, but I just didn't really understand what that meant. It means I've had to refuse sessions because my schedule is no longer my own. It means I've been more remiss than usual with emails. It means I've ignored my two boards, more to my own dismay than anyone elses, I'm sure. But it's bothering me, you know?

I want to move into Forensic Psychology. I do. But I don't want to do it at the expense of my Wynter Kingdom of Goodness and Evil. I just made that up, but that's cool, right? I miss my boys. I miss my girls. I miss my friends. I want to play, but I really, truly, honestly can't do it easily right now... I need to be at the top of my game to get the A's I want in school. I mean otherwise... why the hell go, right? If I'm going to just scrape by, why fucking bother?

Which is to say that I am thinking of all of you. And I need to get my kinky thoughts back on paper, as it were. But I need to find a way to do the kink, the school, the life, the sessions, and god forbid... get a little of my own personal life in there as well. It's tricky. I'll figure it out soon enough!

But if you're reading and wondering 'why, when CAN I see the wonderful Wynter???', here's what I can tell you. I can't session on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I just can't. So be kind and WORK WITH ME HERE!!!! Try to get me on a Monday or Friday after 5 pm, or Wednesday and Sunday pretty much anytime. (I have Saturday class too. Yep. A long-ass Saturday class. blergh.) And each of my professors are firm believers in as much homework and as many tests as humanly possible, so you know... if I seem short on time for chitty-chat on the phone, it's because I actually am.

All good and clear now? Excellent.

Plus, I outed myself to my sociology Professor... I need to do it in order to perform well on a particular essay on her exam. I got a 95 on the exam so YEAH! Outing is good! :) I think she wants to have a long sit-down with me now, so I'll see what comes of that when the class ends. Tee! Funny stuff! Thank heavens I'm all comfortable in my kink, or god only knows how the essay would have come out.

Ok. Love you all more than candy. Send me encouraging emails and get your asses into the dungeon already! Just because I've said no recently isn't personal, you know. Keep trying! I really really really want to hurt you. I promise.

The "other ways for Wynter to make money" post.

I'm doing something new. 2 things, actually.

First, I have decided that I will be the source of your dirty little stories. Catered to YOU! Contact me and let me know where your interests lie, a little about what makes you churn deep inside and (for a price, obviously!) I'll write a delicious story about you and your dark little secrets. I know. It's very special! Practically the best thing in the world, actually. And it'll be worth keeping for posterity. I'll be the modern Anais Nin, writing for rent money. :)

Second, I'm going to be doing phone consultations directly with YOU, with no nasty little company in the middle to decide where to put my listing, or that I don't pay enough attention to them to make it into the top few pages of listings. SCREW THAT. You've heard rumours about my voice and its special seductive qualities, you know you want to have long and rambling conversations with me and pick my brain and hear tales of submissions and demands for yours... contact me via email and we'll make something good happen. No, not for free! Goodness! AND finally, I'm going to be setting up a referral service for clients in good standing in the community who are interested in up an appointment with a Mistress for the first time. Email me for details.

School is so getting in the way of my session time, but I don't want to totally deprive the world of my special brand of thought.

And yeah, of course I'm still sessioning. It's just harder now for me to make my schedule work with yours. You know how it goes. Ptooey.

I hope this doesn't come across as being 'all about the money' god forbid... but the landlord doesn't seem the least bit impressed that I'm pursuing a full course load at college. And I do have some very specific talents, after all...

Wonderful meetings and good things

I had the opportunity to host Eve Minax while she was in NYC, and let me just tell you... if you have a chance to be in San Francisco, you absolutely should see her. Not only is she amazingly skilled and a truly fun sadist, but she's a wonderful human being to top it all. It was a happy meeting for me, and I already miss having her here. Ms. Minax, if you're reading, please... come back soon!

I also got a chance, while Minax was here, to spend some time with Ms. Troy Orleans. It had been too long, and it was nice to get back on the same page with her, just reminiscing and bitching and laughing and enjoying time together. I'm glad of having the chance to hang out with her. MTO, if you're reading... I'll see you Sunday at Aarkey's dinner!

I believe there are a couple of other readers who I will be meeting on Sunday for the first time... we've talked about making it happen but it looks like Aarkey will be the one to pull it together. Thankees, Mr. Aarkey! Can't wait to see you!

I just started school this week... I know! Things I've noticed. 1)I'm way old. 2)Everyone thinks I'm a teacher. 3) Yay! I'm a student again!!!! 4)Things are very different than they used to be.

I was in class yesterday listening with mouth agape as the teacher explained that she didn't want the students texting, talking on the phone, twittering, sleeping, talking to their neighbors, missing classes, walking out in the middle of class to answer their phones (!), waiting a couple of weeks after missing an exam to try to make it up unless they were actually in a coma, plagiarism... the list goes on. And I thought to myself... really? Isn't all of this self-explanatory? Just how entitled do kids feel that they have to be TOLD not to do these things? I just blinked at her and shook my head sadly. And that is how I realized 1) I'm way old.

I have been having such good play lately. It's been favorite maso after favorite maso for the last two weeks or so... which means... I'M RUNNING OUT OF FAVE MASO'S!!!! Ya'll better start the cycle again if you want to support me in my school-daze. And I know you do!

Finally... Are you following Diaries of the Diabolical? If you aren't, why the hell not? It's the blog of the Violent Fems, of which I am a proud member. You should also look at our webpage (violentfems.com) because I bloody said so! We're doing a party on September 12th that will afford all you lucky blokes and blokettes to meet us all, and those of you who are clever enough to rsvp for it will even get a public beatdown from our gang of evil girls. I KNOW! How lucky can you get?

That's it for today. I am hoping that the new study mindset I'm falling into will afford me better opportunities to blog... I mean, I have to write anyway, right? But I hope that you all know that I think about blogging every day. I don't do it, but I absolutely think about it!

Kisses to all of you. Please feel free to regale me with tales of how you miss me. I'm a big fan of that.

Roleplaying the Wynter out of Wynter

As you all probably know, I love to session. I enjoy being in control of how another person feels, I treasure how your time with me affects the rest of your day (or week or month... depending!). I love to watch a sub react to the things I do or say; I deeply enjoy being the treasure trove of your kink, expanding our repertoire of play, causing more pain, ferreting out more secrets and using those secrets against you, the sharing of dark pleasures, the dance between top and bottom, the give and take and give and take until both parties realize that time has both stopped and raced by and that all other issues in the world are, for the time being, of absolutely no importance. All that matters is what we are doing, cause and effect, need and absolution. It is a gift to be shared completely, to be taken from your partner and given back in kind. There really isn't anything else quite like it.

I also enjoy the process of learning my sub, finding those buttons, pushing them lightly or pressing on them like crazy until I learn all I can about the person under my control. Smiling as you react, grinning at your discomfort, laughing at your pain. It is a shared process and that is why I love it so much.

It is also why I have issues with overly detailed session requests, why role-play is not on my list of favorite activities. It puts a level of falsehood around our time together. It limits my ability to learn you and to push you in areas that you may not have thought about. It inhibits my ability to stop playing and simply watch your eyes as you react, to know that you are right at your limit and then to just push a tiny bit more until you are over the edge and fine with it, thrilled to be past where you've ever been before, bliss and joy and tears and love filling your eyes. To script your time with me is to take away my ability to create those moments.

Of course roleplay is fun, but only to a degree... after that, let me out of that little character you've created in your mind or you'll never fully understand why a session with me is a session with ME as opposed to a cookie cutter session easily filled in by any Domme in any town at any time. Don't tell me how many of each stroke with each implement, don't tell me what you expect to happen. Why do you need me at all for that? I mean, really, won't anybody do?

Quick updates and hi!

And then life, vanilla flavored and insistent, charges in.

Good, bad, beautiful, ugly - it is what it is and it gets in the way sometimes of trying to stay on top of the multitude of non-'nilla flavored fun. Feh. Whatcha gonna do, right?

On the good and beautiful, I am going back to school in August to my great joy. I've run into problem after problem with registering, but finally all has come together and I'll be sinking my teeth into a school curriculum very soon. I can't wait, and at the same time I think to myself... how the hell does one study? I haven't studied in a formal way in so many years that I worry I've forgotten the basics. I haven't taken a test, or sat in class, or had to have someone else's ideas take precedence over my own in ... hell. In a damned long time. I know I can do it, but how the hell do I do it, you know? Plus the fact that my schedule is getting ready to change massively, and that will certainly affect income and playtime... gah! Oh, the good and the bad, right?

Let's not even start in on the horrible man my mother calls her husband and his methodical destruction of her happiness, safety and personal comfort. No no... we shan't go there.

On the happy side... birthday time approaches! I have no wishlist... just send cash. School requires it! ;)

Love and kisses and smacks and spanks,
Me.

OMG, I have been so gone from here!!!

Sorry, I got pissy and then I forgot to come back! I'm back.

I'm going frickin' nuts over here with the renewing of the argument that Dommes are hookers, how dare we say we're not, and what kind of self-respecting sub would ever go see a domme who didn't consider herself to be on par, at best, with the practicing prostitute.

OMG SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

When I started back in 'the day', as it's known, houses forced the dommes who worked there to perform ickified rituals that they were none too happy to do. If a domme neglected or refused said acts, she was either taken off the schedule or was FINED for not wanting to do something against her will. And I ought to bloody know.

Yeah, nothing more dominant than being forced to give a hand job. It doesn't matter that the sub WANTED one, it was a horror for the ladies. And so, slowly but surely, the ladies refused. We made our beliefs matter. And as more ladies refused to do what they didn't want to do, as dominant women are known to do, the rules changed. Praise god almighty, a domme wasn't forced to perform acts that made her feel bad about herself.

It was a fucking battle, it was long fought and hard won and if you don't like it, too fucking bad. If you want to experience sex and s/m, no one in the world is stopping you from seeing a kinky escort. NO ONE. And we're happy that you can find folks to fulfill your needs. But don't pine away for the days when you got a fucking happy ending at a dungeon. Ewwww. And btw... you guys were the ones who had to walk on those carpets. The ladies ALWAYS wore shoes. Just sayin.