Katastrophe incarnate

Over the months I’ve gotten quite a few interesting messages, ranging from intelligent appeals for further interaction, to one single line entreating me to conquer and subdue the author. 
    
     There have been a couple unsolicited pictures which have been thoroughly studied and analyzed with the utmost attention as examples of anatomy for my artwork, as the pictures all seem to be at least average, though posture is often deplorable in most of them. I don’t complain of course. Obviously I’m less than impressed when I’m sent such pictures without expressly requesting them.

    Any pictures I’ve requested have been above expectations to say the least, but honestly I thought it time I share a little about how best to approach a Lady Domme like myself.  I’ll break it down into three categories. 

1) Length! I am least likely to respond to a single word or short sentence, at least with anything resembling interest. At minimum express your reason for messaging me. Did you like my sketch and wish to know more about my artworks? Was it the alternative hair and piercing? Or perhaps you saw a busty Domme and wanted to try your luck. As I’m not currently in possession of mind reading abilities, I will not know what you are looking for from me, become annoyed and you’re already on thin ice. A few sentences about what you’re interest in me is, perhaps even a paragraph, is perfect. 
     Conversely I do not need your entire life history including transcripts and half a dozen references either. While I may take a shine to you and ask questions later, your memoirs in a first message is just too much. 

2) Pictures! I am not opposed to receiving pictures, even those of unclothed individuals. I am opposed to receiving such from persons with whom I’ve had not previous contact. When presented this situation, I simply appreciate the gift of free anatomy references, and have no further contact with the sender. Sometimes that’s blocking them, sometimes that’s simply not answering them till they get the hint. 

      If a picture is sent, a headshot is more than adequate or a clothed body if the sender should wish to show their body. Otherwise waiting until an understanding is established. Ladies can be vicious when unimpressive nudes are concerned, and we always have friends to discuss them with. 

Finally 3) Limits. As a Lady Domme, one of the biggest red flags is “no limits” in messaging or the potential submissive’s profile. Everyone has limits, and those should be understood and discussed before a Dynamic is entered. Equally unacceptable is pushing my limits. 

I have very set limits, and in a dynamic limits should be fully discussed and understood by all parties involved. I have a reason for each limit I have, soft and hard, and begging me to change them for you is the fastest way to turn me off to any attraction I may have begun to feel. My interest will dry up like a sun baked lake in a heavy drought. 
    I am always happy to share stories and my experiences with curious individuals, but respect is nonnegotiable for me. As a Lady I demand that respect, and I will return it as it’s earned. But hopefully this little post helps others rethink their strategy. Ladies do tend to be much more inclined to engage a servant with good manners after all. 

Taking a day to do a little less, or I tried to anyways. It’s not really worked out well. Being such an eventful day, hoping I can have some time for my partner this evening. Till then, this is all I got today! Too much day! 

Well, some recent interaction have prompted me to retake that test. The newer results are eye opening. Several things are the exact same, or incredibly close. Go figure I’m still a good bit Dom and an experimentalist. 
    According to this I’m a bit more of a switch than when I took the test in January. My definition of monogamy is also a little different from the dictionary version as well it seems. And everything else really held true save two little items on the list. 

I am a lot more than just a bit of an exhibitionist and voyeur. Thinking about it now, is anyone actually surprised by this? Those who know me certainly aren’t!

My afternoon looks to be packed today, so I’m taking the morning to enjoy a little something just for me. 
  So I’ve got a latte, larger than you get at the coffee shop, a croissant from the local bakery and horror movie. 
  Terror Train starting Jamie Lee Curtis, with coffee and a tasty croissant, the day is going to be a good one. Maybe more later, but for now have a great day! 

Good evening, you find me in a saucy mood today. A mildly antagonistic mood as well, shall I tell you why? 
  I went into the store today feeling good about myself. I wore an outfit I like, short flippy skirt, thigh high stockings, and a tight little top under a cardigan.

I did my makeup with a dramatic eye, deep dark red lipstick, and a tinted moisturizer in place of heavy foundation. 

     I wore my hair up for the first time since I did the blue. My bathroom no longer resembles the sacrificial temple for the Smurfs, but my towels the past few days have varying degrees of tie dye sunburst that would be jarring if the towels were any other color than black. 

   I wore my favorite black boots with the mild heel and shiny silver spikes around the ankle area. I was the goth beauty I so love to be. 

And I felt amazing. 

Cut to my entering the loathsome store where all the people test my patience like it’s some sort of sport. I was having a tolerable shopping experience, on my phone more often than not, but who isn’t these days. When I was stopped by two women. They were buttoned up in pastels and denim, everything from the neck down covered. I’m all for modesty, it’s a cultural thing for some, religious for others, but a personal choice for all. I personally don’t give a flaming fuck for modesty and as long as I’m comfortable, it’s my business how much or how little I wear. What I take exception to, is being told I must do something, anything, by any mere mortals. 
Some in the back already know what’s coming. They began to approach me, I walked away, they tried again, I sidestepped again. 
  And then in the wine and beer aisle they caught me. 

  I was treated to a personalized sermon, complete with supposed Bible verses I didn’t listen to, and a battery of inane questions about what my father would think.
   As he complimented my hair and makeup on the way out? Yeah think he’s not bothered. Then the elder of the two asked why I should want to be “leading our brothers in Christ unto sinful thoughts?” 

    I like Christ, he hung out with society’s outcasts. Cared for the suffering, the weak, and took a whip into the temple when capitalism invaded it. Alright behaviors in my book. But these people using his name to try and shame me? 

Fair game. 

I grinned with my perfectly made up face, widened my eyes a bit more to unsettling rather than annoyed. I changed my posture to stand fully over these two, neither had anywhere near my height. 
  I expressed my thought that perhaps if they taught their boys to treat women as people instead of property, unless they expressly request such, maybe they’d not need to worry about what I wear, or what their men are thinking about seeing me. Perhaps I could give them a few tips for training their men better.

They looked as if I’d vomited pea soup on them as I left. But I was feeling too good not to smile genuinely as I made it to checkout. 

Some days, we just have to embrace the mischief. 

Today has been gloomy and quiet but please don’t think I’m complaining. These sleepy sort of days aren’t as frequent as I’d like. 
  I’m not going to lie and claim I’m not a little sleepy still, a little worn down from the past few days. But I don’t feel weary, just perhaps a bit bored and still. I’ve stayed mostly in my room, a light robe rather than anything resembling an outfit today. I’ve had most of a pot of tea to myself, and spent most of the day curled up with my current book. 

    My partner has come in to cuddle next to me with his own book, and ended up napping with his head in my lap for a while.  Listening to the rain together, just relaxing, it’s been a decent break for both of us. I’m not the easiest to look after, and he’s hyper more often than not, the break has been welcomed. 

 Tomorrow more mischief will be on the agenda, but today is the down time we both needed. 

Well the dyeing took all evening yesterday. My hair was still damp when I went to bed last night and let’s be honest, tied up in a scarf to protect my face and ears. 
  “But Lady Kat” I can hear you all thinking, “what about your partner.” Would he not be concerned about looking like he’s been sacrificing smurfs after touching my hair? 
     My ever so faithful servant is sporting an even brighter shade of the same color himself. We both look like we’ve recently bathed in the blood of the Smurfs. 
      Once I took it out of the scarf this morning, with only a minimal tinge of blue beyond the boundary, it fell in the lovely waves I manage to achieve only every so often without quite a bit of work. I put up the new picture before I’d even done my makeup. 
   In a day or two, I’ll replace the picture with one done to my usual standards but I can’t deny how I enjoy the fresh color. Just a shade darker than I wanted it originally, but I can’t deny how much better it looks vibrant again. 

I changed my picture today as a farewell of sorts. My favorite red and black lace top that looks fantastic with jeans for a little internal confidence boost, as I go about this change. 
   My hair has been the same green since December of last year, it seems like a good time to change things up. 
  The bleaching is done, the roots are as blonde as my hair can get. Not my favorite look  favoring Betty over Marilyn usually.

It’ll dry soon enough, and I can move on to the next step in the process. 

So a fond farewell to the green for now! 

You’ll have to excuse the conversational style of today’s post, I’m in a chatty mood. I had such a lovely morning, including a lovely little accessory with 12 unique setting that made shopping and the long line at Starbucks bearable in the most delicious way. 

  I have to go and be a proper responsible adult this afternoon so taking a little pleasure where I can, who could blame me? 

Between the hair and piercing, it can take a bit of work to taken seriously in certain settings, it’s better than a decade ago, but still an effort. To that effect I’ll go in with my hair neat, makeup a little tame(for me let’s not go crazy) and in a dress that’s more Donna Reed than Morticia Addams. 
  I’m keeping my boots though, the extra height gives me confidence 

I woke up to a realization a couple weeks ago. Almost none of my clothes fit properly anymore. All my dresses, my tops, skirts, everything really hangs off my body. 
  I dug into my closet, to the very back and found a few older tops, from years ago. But this isn't exactly a negative. 
  I was on a birth control for nearly ten years. That’s almost 8 more than is recommended for that particular method. Which I was not informed of by my charming ex-doctor or their staff. 
   Instead I was subjected to a fun list of side effects including significant weight gain. I got off it last November and in less than a year I’ve lost half the weight. 
  I made no changes to diet, and only recently began a light exercise routine. The vindication of showing that to the doctors who spent years pushing calorie counting and apps like weight watchers and telling me to “eat healthier”.  

But back to my original problem. What’s a Lady to do with half a wardrobe? 
 Well, to start I’ll be altering what I can, I have a rather established style I am not inclined to change, so alterations are the way to go. For most of my dresses and skirts I can wear a corset over them to enforce a bit of shape with my outfit. 
   As for the tops that do fit? Well is there anything more comfortable than a pair of well worn jeans? Say the type my partner wears? It’s been a good 7 years since I was able to wear his clothes aside from hoodies. Imagine how happy I was to find his jeans so loose and comfy on me. 

  He won’t be getting these back any time soon.