My Thoughts

Okay, Renee, The next shot is the whiskey shot. And I’m telling you, I’m feeling the waves of danger rolling off him over here.” Elene said. Looking over her shoulder at him.

“ Your feeling the waves?” I said, smiling at her

“ Okay, I may be married and I may have children, but I’ve got a trouble-meter. It’s so long that I can spot trouble before anyone else even notices. Now, let’s hear that story.”

This one isn’t as dangerous as you may think. I’d say medium.

I met him while I was assisting Lyle on the biker report.

He looked like trouble more then. But just because you’re a biker doesn’t mean you’re automatically guilty, okay?

We were doing a report on one of the club members in the 1305 Biker Club. It was an alleged kidnapping.

“ I remember that one. Lyle almost won a Pulitzer for it.” Turner said, then regretted saying it the moment we all looked at him.

Anyway, if you remember that article, you remember that there were details we couldn’t fully publish. Some things stayed off the record. And no, I’m not gonna get in trouble for saying this now  that was ages ago, and I know exactly who I told. I said looking at all of them.

So, we went to the biker club spot in East Jersey. Of course, Lyle was frustrated because the man accused wasn’t giving him an interview. And it was funny, because Lyle always thought he could get anything out of anyone. The chief sent me along to keep him calm, because Lyle had a tendency to fly off the handle  and we didn’t need a news story about our own reporter becoming the headline.

While he was trying to get his interview, I wandered into the biker’s mechanic shop. Now, I don’t know a thing about bikes, but I can appreciate how they look. They had some beauties in there. One of the mechanics or at least I thought he was asked me if I needed anything done.

I had to laugh. First off, I didn’t have a bike. Didn’t have a car. Nothing to fix. Second, I was wearing three-inch heels, a skirt to my knees, and a top that definitely wasn’t biker-shop-appropriate. So no, I wasn’t there to get anything done, and I wasn’t looking to “get done” either.

I was supposed to go out on a date that night, one I’d been putting off. So I told him no, and he went back to work. That’s when I noticed the bike he was working on had the same emblem as the tattoo on his neck. Curious, I asked if the emblem meant anything.

He looked up and locked eyes with me, and my heart stopped.
 “I saw you walk in with that reporter. I’m guessing you’re a reporter too. What makes you think I’d tell you what this means?”

Now, I don’t know what it is about me, but when people hold back, I want answers even more.
 “You’re right. You don’t have to tell me. But you want to  I can see it in the way you looked at me when I walked in.”

He tilted his head, just like I’d noticed earlier, first checking out my shoes, then my legs, then the whole package. I called him on it, and he broke out laughing. Then he told me: the tattoo and emblem represented his mother and sister, both cancer survivors.

My heart ached. For a man to carry that ink showed how much he cared.
 “You’re a good man,” I said.

He laughed. “Because of a tattoo?”
 “No, because of how you just spoke about them. That showed more than ink ever could.”

Then came another question:
 “Why are you with this biker club?”

He smiled. “If I’m gonna keep answering, you owe me dinner.”

I laughed. “Sorry, I’ve got a date tonight.”
 “Dinner doesn’t have to mean a date. You still owe me.”

Now, my mind was racing. I thought he’d drag me into the biker bar full of men, but instead, he stood up. Six-two, muscular, Hair cut close to the scalp, but had enough growing back to cast a shadow which complemented his skin. It was like with the color of gold when it starts to cool off, piercing blue eyes that seemed to light up the closer he got. And when he said, “Dinner on that body,” whew. My pulse nearly jumped out of my neck.

 “Renee, your telling  me?” Elene asked

 I’m telling you, if he’d been eating at the finest restaurant in the city with the most expensive dish ever made, it still wouldn’t compare to the way he enjoyed me.

I was so tempted to pick up that whisky shot but held back.

We talked for another hour in that garage. He gave me every answer I wanted. Why he joined the club, how old he was, how they looked out for each other like family. He even swore that  there was not kidnapping. Turned out, the girl in question was the guys daughter. The mother had taken her out of state without permission, then filed charges when the daughter ran back to him. Messy situation, but the story checked out.

Eventually, I remembered my date. But I didn’t want to go. I called, canceled, and walked back into the garage. He shut the garage door behind me. “I heard you canceled your date,” he said. “We had a deal.”

Those blue eyes turned to liquid fire. The minute that gate hit the ground, he was on me. That skirt? Gone. That thong? Gone. And baby, I must have cried out to the gods three or four times before I was finished.

Now, don’t judge me. Y’all asked for the story.

The room went quiet. Eight eyes locked on me, breaths held. I leaned in over the shots and whispered, “The man made me squirt. I never did that before.” That’s when all of them cut me off and shoved the whiskey shot forward.

“Pick the whiskey shot!” they shouted.

I laughed, “What about the tequila?”
 “To hell with the tequila  pick the whiskey!”

So yeah, , after being ravished on the work table, the bike, the blanket on the floor. We shared some whiskey, I think he called it Macallan.

And Lyle? Too drunk to notice I was even gone. Thank God he taped the interview he managed to get because I was too busy.

That’s the whiskey shot story. Three shots, three men, three situations. And next comes tequila — the real curveball.

The difference with the whisky shot is that he never asked for a commitment, so I find it strange he is here.

They all looked at him and turned back.

“Maybe just wants a replay of that dinner,” Sebastian said

It was my third assignment for the Cohol Tribune. My boss thought it would be best for me to go and interview an upcoming environmentalist, named Caleb. Stewart. I didn't realize I would need to travel to Scotland for this interview.

I was on the next flight to Scotland to the most rural area you could imagine.  Once I arrived in the town closest to the address I was given to meet him. I felt like I could slow down a little. The town was quiet, but the people walking past me kept looking at me. I don't like sticking out like a sore thumb.

I was wearing comfortable designer clothes, but everybody else was wearing casual clothes. They had on t-shirts and jeans. It's just leisure wear. I decided that I needed to blend in more and not be so much of a New Yorker.

I checked into the little B&B in town and went through my bags to find a pair of jeans. I packed my Dockers just in case it rained, and yeah, I decided on a white shirt since it was a nice 80° day with a light breeze.

The sky was so bright and blue. The bluest I've ever seen it put a smile on my face.  There's less pollution here than in the cities, so the sky is clearer. I called one of the black tops, that's what they call cabs over there, and I made my way to Hindle Farms.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was surprised by the amount of acreage on the farm. The cab dropped me off in front of a beautiful 4-bedroom house. It must have been built…. I don't know about the late 1900s. There was a flower bed that wrapped around the house and a trellis around the front door. With the vines intertwined all through it.

I knocked on the door, and nobody answered. I decided to walk around now. I know this is wrong because in the States, people walk around your property, and you do not know them; they would pull out a gun on you.  I decided to take my chance and take a walk. 

I found two men arguing out in the field. One, as we now know, is Caleb, and the other was a man who jumped off a tractor-trailer, claiming he hadn't been paid enough and was no longer working unless he received payment immediately.

They seemed unaware that I was behind them, as the argument escalated beyond just raised voices.  That's when I whistled to get their attention. 

Both men looked at me as if I sprouted two heads.

The man who jumped off the tractor stormed off past me as Caleb watched him go. Then Caleb's sight was on me.

"Lassy. Whit urr ye daein' oan mah property? ah didnae expect a'body tae be 'ere th'day. Sae, unless ye hae a guid damn reason how come you’re oan private property, ah advise ye tae gang back whaur ye cam from." 

Usually, I would turn on the charm, but seeing that he had just gotten into an argument with the other guy. He was not up for the New York experience.

"You're Caleb Stewart. My name is…"

He stopped me right there and shot me a glare as if he did not want to hear what my name was.

"Again. Yer oan private property. Ah dinnae care whit yer name is; ah hae a lot o' wirk tae dae. In a short amount o' time, 'n' unless ye ken howfur tae take the motor a tractor, yer o' na uise tae me. Please leave?”

That's the second time he told me to leave. But what he did not understand was that when I'm on assignment, I need to get the story. I'm going to get the story.  Standing right in front of him and staring him in the eyes. Eyes the color of warm honey. I began to unbutton my white shirt, revealing that I had a sleeveless white undershirt underneath. I tied it around my waist, climbed up on the tractor, and started it.

I gave him a look as if to ask What did you want done? He was in shock. He yelled at me to get down. Once I put the tractor in gear, that was it. I worked tirelessly for two hours clearing a field, assuming that's what needed to be done, based on what I could gauge from the other guy's work. 

Once I was done, I turned off the tractor and I hopped down. I went looking for Caleb and found that he was in the barn taking care of some of the animals. I walked up to him and said, "My name is Renee Andrews. I was sent here to interview you from New York."

He continued taking care of the animals and did not look at me once.

"I was sent to get an interview on this new experiment that you have. To rejuvenate the soil. Can I have that interview?"

He mumbled something about 'A'm juist a jimmy '

Caleb turned around and walked past me.

I grabbed his arm and said, "What?"

That was when I realized what the issue was. He could not take his eyes off what I was wearing. The temperature ratcheted up 90 degrees. The sweat soaked through my top, and I still had a sheen of sweat on my body.

I was breathing hard from something other than me walking across the field in the heat. I must have been a sight. My hair, I knew, was a curly brown mess all over the place. I had tried it once I started working, but anyone with curly hair knows that it will not be tamed.

"Wid ye lik' dinner ?" he asked.

That caught me off guard? 

"How do you know how to drive a tractor?" He asked, looking into my eyes, and he swallowed back whatever else he was going to say.

His tone is different. "Just because I am from New York does not mean I grew up there. I was raised on a farm, and I know my way around equipment." 

He seemed to have more respect for me now. Without waiting for my yes for dinner, he walked towards the house, and I followed. Looking at his walk and how he held himself, you can see that he was a man who knew who he was and was confident in who he is.

He held the door open to the house, and at a glance, I could tell that an older person decorated the house. It does not seem like something that I would see in a late twenty, almost thirty-year-old would live in.

He caught me assessing and said, "This wis mah fowk hame, 'n' ah didnae see th' need tae chaynge anything." 

"I did not say…"

"Lassy. yer eyes said a lot in a short period o' time. Are ye sure yer cut oot tae be a reporter? yi''ll need tae wirk oan yer poker face."

Again, he caught me off guard, and I started to laugh.

"Th' bath is up th' stairs to the richt if yi'll want tae freshen up. Food will be ready in a bit."

Conversations and Time

We talked into the night. He gave me the interview, and then we just talked about how hard life is on a farm, how people judge you when you do not act as people expect. He pulled out a bottle of gin. He said he liked the notes of elderberry and flowers in it. Made from a local distillery. 

He offered, and I nodded yes. Then things started to turn in another direction. I noticed things that I had tried to avoid. He had hair with a red hue at the tips, and his nose had a slight deviation to it, which made him look hard, not soft. His lips were neither thin nor full. A pair of lips that held a promise to be hard yet tender.

The conversation turned to "Is thare someone waiting fur you in New York"?" then "Tis late, ye kin bade in a guest bedroom."

There is one thing about me. I don't like wasting time on trivial things, like the "I want to get to know you." I knew I was attracted the moment he yelled at me.

I stood up from the couch and moved to the lounge chair. I leaned over and kissed him. Caleb must have been alone for a while because he kissed me like I was water, and he hadn't had a drink in a long time.

I broke the kiss and suggested that we take it to the bedroom. He smiled and said he had a better idea. He grabbed the gin and the glasses then led me to the back of his house. It had a small barn/shed.

Once he opened it and led me inside. Well there was a jacuzzi and steam room. In my mind all I could think of was never believe what you see at first glance.

He put down the glasses and gin and waited.

“I thought you Scott’s where aggressively passionate.”

“You he’rd that? You started dis.finish it”

Lets just say a lot went on in that barn. 

That night was more than just gin, but of longing for connection.

Bar

"Then what happened?" Elaine asked.

"We spent a week together, and he wanted me to stay. I said I wanted my career, and as hard as it was, he let go." I told them.

“No, I mean detail the sex, the body, the….” Elaine said with too much interest.

"Girl, the way he is looking at you. He did not let you go. Elaine behave, you know how writers are, they let you use your imagination." Joni said

I glanced at Caleb and remembered our first night together, and I smiled.

"Choose him," Elaine said

"Don't you dare. You got three other shot glasses, and I need the stories behind those." Alex said. Sebastian second.

This was going to be a long night.

Quick description

Come with me on a journey of choices. This story is going to follow the main character, Reese. Not everyone has these decisions to make in life, but what if you had to choose? What would you decide?

I would be telling you a lie, if I stated that I did not need a night out with my friends. Work is the usual hectic mess that it is. The peace and serenity that I crave at home has lost its meaning since the new tenants above me have a tendency to make the majority of the noise when I am ready to fall asleep.  

To be honest with myself I just need to be around people who know me. The real me.

 When I received the text message that the gang was getting together to blow off some steam I was the first one to respond, ” hell yeah and what time?”

 The minute work was over, I decided to Uber it to my place so I will have enough time to get myself together.  I was excited because we all have busy lives and it's been a long time since we were able to get together.

 The group consisted of  the six of us. Myself, Joni, Alex, Sebastian, Elaine and Turner. We all met in college at a group fundraiser. It's funny because I can not for the life of me remember what that fundraiser was for because the six of us decided that it would be more fun to head out to one of the  fraternity parties.

Once the Uber dropped me off at my place.I dashed up the stairs to my front door. I live in a two-family brownstone in New York. Being that I am a renowned journalist in one of the most sought after publications I was able to purchase the first level of the house.

Looking at my watch I see that I have an hour and a half to pull myself together. Tossing my bag on the counter and kicking off my shoes in the living area as I sprinted to my bedroom in which I proceeded to break the record for the fastest office casual to late night fierceness.

Forty five minutes and three nicks later I was ready to go.  My cell rang and it flashed Joni’s name.

“Hey I am leaving right now. What is the name of the Bar again?” I said as I was calling an Uber.

Joni was laughing and I can hear Alex in the background. “ The King’s Roof. You are missing what is happening.” She said still laughing

“Is everyone there already?”

“No, It’s just me and Alex.” She said then I heard the ding that the ride had been accepted.

“I am on my way.” I said and hung up the call.

The King’s Roof Bar

The bar was packed due to the live entertainment. The Pro’s were playing and they were amazing.

We all finally made it and after a few drinks in I felt more relaxed than I had in days.

“Excuse me.” A voice said from behind me. The waitress had a tray of four shot glasses that she placed in front of me.

“There are six of us.” I told her. She smiled at me and I swore she was sizing me up.

“These four glasses are for you. If you look at the bar. I will point out who sent what.”

My friends stopped talking and just stared at me. 

“What?” I asked them.

“The Gin is from the man at the far corner of the bar, The one with the curly brown hair and green shirt. The Bourbon is from the gentleman  with the suit jacket and is sporting a nice goatee. The  whisky is from the one with the white shirt, shaved head and the most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen and finally the tequila is from the hot woman at the other end of the bar. I guess whichever shot glass you choose, will be the one that will come to you.” The waitress said as she kept smiling.

“Personally if I were you I would choose two. Night is young right.” she said then walked away. I looked at my friends and if the music was not playing you would hear a pin drop.

“What?” I said again

“Spill the beans. Four shot glasses. Four amazingly hot people want you and they are all here.”

Feeling uncomfortable with all eyes on me I decided that I would share.

“I know all four of them and I have no idea what they are trying to do.” I said as I looked at the bar. They must have been watching me because I met their eyes as well. 

“Girls, do not drink any of them right now. Take a sip of my drink and start from the beginning because whoever you don’t choose I am taking them home.” Alex said

“Alex, really? The only one you would have a chance with is the tequila and I know you want one of the guys.”

“One could only hope. Now spill. Start with the Gin. He looks cozy.” Elaine said as she eyeballed him for the tenth time.

I took a deep breath and said, “That would be Caleb Stewart.”

“Caleb Stewart? I remember that name.” Turner said

“He’s the guy I met in Scotland. The guy who wanted a commitment.” 

They all looked at me as if I was nuts to not jump at the chance.

“Spill it. I need to know what has been going on.” Joni said as she motioned for the waitress to return and ordered some food.

“Alright I hope you guys are ready.” I said and began with Caleb.

Why do you do that

Stretch and present yourself

Do you not know danger

Salivation

White knuckle grip

Shred of control

Breathing in essence

Only you possess

To torment me

You created this

This monster

This lurking…idiot

Prey goal is

Self preservation

Run….Damn you

Run!!!

When I tell you that my mouth is reckless

Don’t always assume it is for pleasant things

There are times when my mouth and my thoughts

Are on a volatile level.

When they created the abbreviation F.A.F.O

They had to have me in mind

Don’t act like you're too good to be taken down

Several steps, and then shoved down the rest.

Many times, I have been told to calm down

Breathe and think before you say what you are going to say

Did you think?

Na, you didn’t, time to stop breathing.

 If you do not understand

Your assumptions, accusations,

Your hidden lecherous lies

Trying to lure them to say goodbye

Is crossing a line

It was a matter of time

Secrets are revealed

Your covert operation is blown

You want all eyes on you?

Well, now they are.

Say something and mean it.

Make sure you're secure in your truth

Because when I come out with my truth

You will feel every syllable. Consonant and vowel

In living fuckin color

Cut The Shit

Hello and welcome to the second episode of the female Dom’s introduction to the cage. As per the title, we are going to talk about feet licking.

I am not opposed to having my feet licked but when you send me a message entitled, I want to lick your feet, It makes me believe that you do not want to dom. You just want a body that you can play with.

If this is so, you need to  go out and find a foot mistress. They are out there. I am not here to be your pacifier. Again, I did not put in my profile that I was one. I will not act as if I do not like my feet worshipped. It is and will always be worshipped by who I choose. (My subs)

I can go into detail of what I like. Still, that is not for you. So, in response of your inquiry, can I lick your feet? No, you may not. Try your hand with another Dom but I will tell you, you will not get one little piggy on, in or near that mouth of yours.

That is, it for this episode. Hope to see you in the next episode entitled Talk To Me!

Hello everyone and welcome to The female Dom’s introduction to the cage. Meet the female Dom we are speaking about. My name is Mistress Fine and I have just recently joined the cage.

Normally I am not this outspoken in the beginning. But certain things have been happening and it behooved me to start writing this blog.

There have been many propositions since I've been on and even though I say that I have my hands full at the moment. It does not deter the most eager of Subs.

Let’s begin

On day 2 of being on the cage I was greeted with a message in my inbox. I opened it and it said, “ I'm willing to be your sub but I am not going to pay you for it. It is ridiculous to pay for something that you do naturally.”

I sat there staring at the e-mail thinking, “WTF?”

What a way to introduce yourself. If you would have read my profile, I had stated nothing about being a findom. The assumption that I will take your money left me gob smacked. I have nothing against findom’s. That is what they do and that is what they like. There are those who absolutely enjoy giving it all away to them.

But to assume that I am like the other is ridiculous. An easy “hi, how are you? How was your day?” Would have come across much better than what was presented. So, if you get a non-response, you should sit back and think, “was it something I said? Was my approach all wrong? Did I make her to be a villain that turned me down because I did not want to give my money to them.”

My advice to you if you have been jaded in this situation. Maybe you should sit back and take a moment before you approach your next female dom. She may not be as nice as me and honestly you caught me on a good day, because I can be really, really rude.

Hope to see you in the next episode. It will be entitled “I want to lick your feet.”

What does this say about me if I tell you that I want to be the monster

the one that watches you crumble

the one that tests your walls until it finds the crack

the one that wants to allow  you to know you're done before

You know that saying that damaged people gravitate to damaged people

I cannot recall when I became that monster

So many things have occurred

The darkness just latched on

It's twisted

turned

dug in so deep

You couldn't find the initial route to pull if you want it

Now I sit back and watch the crumbling

I recognize the fear

I realize where exactly to push

I recognize you are moving forward

 To step one step back

I should feel insulted.

You come to me after another monster has tainted you.....

(There is more to this, but it will be in my BDSM poetry book coming out in 2026)

The warm breeze rustles the palm leaves on the top of the tree you are bound to.  You feel safe because the tree lends you its strength. Until I look into your eyes, the flames that are flickering in the reddish brown depths cause you to hold your breath. It holds promises unspoken.

I whisper, “I wonder if the sun can match my desire and make you burn.”

Your eyes widen and your lips part.

Do you thirst for me?

It has taken me over a month to put our ceremony together. I come home each night, and I can see how Emmanuel is changing before my eyes. Instead of me prodding and pushing to find out how he was today, he volunteers the information.

He went to visit his family for a week in upstate New York. During that time, I didn't contact him on purpose. I didn't assign him to call me or contact me as well. There's one thing about having someone open up to you and want to be with you, and this is another thing about someone wanting to use you as a crutch.

When he was away for the week, the package came. It was perfectly timed as well. A long, sleek box made of velvet. Once you open what was inside, you would catch your breath. Emmanuel did not like anything around his neck. But he wanted to be mine, and he wanted everyone to know.

What was inside was a bracelet. Not any bracelet that you can get in a department store. This bracelet was created just for him. I had to call in a few favors to have this done in a rush. Black rings of tungsten I secured with thick black leather. On the leather on the side where no one can see, there are several dates that are significant in our relationship.

The date we met, the date he agreed to be mine, the day he broke under my care, the date that he felt comfortable enough and secure enough that he walked around without any clothes on, and finally, the last date. The date of his collaring.

There is a smaller box right next to the long one, and that is the one that he will place on my index finger. Small tungsten loops, one rectangular leather link, with one black diamond that matches the diamond on the date of his collaring.

Normally, a collaring is intimate and between two people. Emmanuel said he wanted others to know. On a Friday night, I was in my most dominating outfit, black with a red corset and high heels. He wore a black shirt that was sheer and leather pants. He made me laugh when he came out with cowboy boots because of the running joke we had with each other

He felt that he was an urban cowboy, and I was the mistress who always put him in his place. We walked through the doors of the cage, and our closest friends greeted us. I already spoke with the management, and it was close to the time when we would be on center stage. I looked at Emmanuel and said, “We can always turn back and do this in private.”

“No more hiding, and I want you to do a scene with me in front of everyone.” He said, looking me straight in the eyes.

I was hoping he was not rushing into all these things. There's one thing about walking nude in front of me and breaking a phobia, and there's a whole other thing about doing a scene in front of all of our friends. I was looking in his eyes, I knew he was resigned to do this, and I was so honored to have found him.

As the spotlight hit the stage, we both walked up and everyone went silent. I started to speak of words of overwhelming gratefulness for finding a sub that understands my wants and needs. The speech went a little longer than expected, and at the end, everybody clapped and whooped and hollered. Turning to Emmanuel, I pulled out the long rectangular box and handed it to him so he could open it, and when he saw the bracelet, you could tell that his heart was beating a mile a minute, and the smile that came across his face was one of pure joy.

Taking out the bracelet, I told him to hold out his left arm and I clasped it on his wrist. In my second pocket, I took out the ring box and gave it to him for him to see what was in it. This is unusual. A master collars a submissive. But to show that I am completely genuine to this relationship, I will allow him to place this ring that matches his bracelet on my finger

Once he took the ring out with shaky fingers, he placed it on my pointer finger, and I held his hands in mine and said out loud that everybody could hear. “You all have witnessed this claiming, and I dare you to ever come and approach what is mine.”

Once that statement was said, everyone stood and applauded and went to the stage, giving us hugs and patting us on the back. The night ended with me putting him through a scene in front of all our friends, and that was the best day of our lives.