The gentleman rode his bike 8 miles, striped off his sport bike pants, told me kneel, grabbed my hair by the pony tail and shoved my face in to his crotch.

Moist and very very smelly, full of him.

wow wow WOW.  Bling-da-da-ding! zowie.

I love my life.

I am learning to do more fancy stuff on my web site, Ask subMissAnn.  I also have The North American Pony Trainer  web site and the Los Angeles Pony and Critter Club web site to update.

I think the hardest task in the world is to sit at a desk in front of a computer and push little keys.  Seriously.  Sitting in my chair has always been a difficult task.  I received good grades in school despite the fact that I wanted to jump out of my seat all the time.   It is evidently hereditary, as when my daughter went to school, and I had to attend the Parent Teacher conference, I would hear those words “Amelia does really well, if we could only keep her in her seat.”  My reaction was always “It is difficult for some people.”

Grandma said I had to focus and discipline myself to sit or I would be punished because we just couldn’t have little girls jumping out of their seat and disrupting the class.  I always tried my best to be a good girl for Grandma.  Grandma gave wicked spankings.

Okay, so  my mind goes darting off to ROPE.  If I’m tied down, I can’t jump out of my seat so fast.  BELTS, lots of belts holding me down, holding me in place.  Then there is the SHACKLE fantasy, shackled to your desk you can only jump out of it and go *so*  far.

I have two points.

One is:  I wish to acknowledge the web site people that do this for a living.  WOW.  I have no idea how you sit here and do this day after day without going bonkers.

Two is:  I do what I do because ROPE, BELTS and SHACKLES not only sound like a reasonable solution,  they sound good to me.

This my first time in New Haven at the Omni downtown.  It’s very quiet.  Maybe all of Yale goes away on the weekend.  There is a terrific Square in the middle of town.  It makes for a great walk about.  For a college town there is a complete lack of hip bistros and vegetarian restaurants, people doing yoga on the grass at the Square. I found one vegetarian restaurant founded in 1975, Claire’s.   Obviously, there is a disconnect between my idea of college, towns, food and Yale.

On my way here, I was treated to a drive about by a friend.  We went to Bear Mountain State Park.  There was a Craft Fair and an amazing amount of cars that were lined up to attend.  What I found a surprise and completely wonderful was the Lodge and the Carousel.   The Carousel is in terrific shape and all the animals are exquisite.  The saddles on some of the horses have the most intricate paintings on them.  Some are designs, some are scenes.  The horses are not just one design.  They are quite different, not only in color but in the pose they are carved in. It was an incredible treat to ride and look at.  <3

I am really liking the area I stay in Manhattan.  I found a grocery store I enjoy browsing the deli, D’agostino.  Good looking fresh fruit, that is ripe enough to eat that day.  I am a soy, oatmeal, fruit, meat eater.  I like vegetables,  I love fruit. I found a dry cleaners that caters to hotel staying people.  There are alot more prepared food buffets, one that has 1/2 off 5 – 7 PM just before they close.  I haven’t quite worked out how to exercise well every day.  The hotel I stay in does not have a gym.  I am busy when I am in Manhattan, which is good – I am not complaining there.  So, I just need to figure how to move my body around, stretch, do cardio, do my sit-ups/push ups every day and not be lazy in between work.  It is always something.  One can always be better.

This week in Philly has been wonderful  I have loved the play.  Everything from young men wanting Mrs. Robinson to serious rope bondage.  Huzzah.

I am planning on getting a bigger room next time in Philadelphia.  There are only 2 queen bed rooms that don’t have a brick wall 2 feet from the side windows in this hotel.  I feel like i am in a cell when I don’t have a view of the street or am not able to see out anywhere.

Which prompted an epiphany this week, it dawned on me that long stays (over a day) in indoor cages are not my thing.  Stuck indoors makes me sad.  I wouldn’t want to be in a cage outdoors either, because of bugs, birds – all the nasty stuff Mother Nature has ready to pounce on you.

Therefore, I better be a good girl in relationship to the Cosmos.  I think the Cosmos is okay with charming, elegant, erotic, sensual beings.  Integrity, Loyalty, Honesty, Compassion – you know – all the harder qualities one gets tested on by the Cosmos – that’s what counts.

Playing almost every day, I have truly learned my limitations.  I know what my skill set is and what I am scared of, and what I don’t like.  That doesn’t mean I won’t try to push my limits, I can always do my best.

I love my life.

It was my first time at a hot air balloon fiesta.  I have been in a hot air balloon over Sedona, Arizona.  Sweet.  Saturday morning was a bit too windy.  About 30 – 40 balloons took off.  Sunday – that was a different story – so many balloons, small single baskets to BIG BIG shapes, up, up , and away!

I especially loved the POW-MIA balloon.  Why?  Because it didn’t have to be there.  It isn’t a company advertising itself.  It isn’t a club nor balloon company.  It is a reminder to remember, to never forget our country-people that serve to maintain and keep our freedom.  it had a fierce bald eagle on a black background.  It was solemn and proud.  It was my favorite because it represented people that make a difference with an ultimate sacrifice.  Thank you.  God bless you.

It was magnificent to be there on the field among the balloons taking off.  Such a rush of energy.  So beautiful to behold.

I love my life.

I truly hate when a gent calls and makes an appointment, then falls out of communication and doesn’t show.  This is why I ask first time clients to pay a $50 deposit.  Then there is answering my call, rescheduling for the next day, only to be a No call, No show.

I am trying to wrap my head around how a gentleman that does this would still think I would let him tie me up, spank me, and have me trust him to ride the edge of play along the limit of what I can take/what I will take for him.

I wonder how this happens?

Somehow, when a gentleman has made an appointment, I have prepared for that session, driven for a while and then been here waiting, and then not deemed it important to show up, I must still be filled with grace, be polite, be open to service to the next gentleman.  I am not alone, I know other providers get treated this way.  It is still a poor way to treat someone who is waiting to serve you.

Please don’t.  If you can’t make it, call or text or email.  Thank you.

Iridescence
A poem for and about ann.

her eyes brighten!
Something new to try!
Something new to learn!
Someone new to know

she loves her life
And she let me be part of it

Ann it was your birthday a week or so ago. Thanks for the memories!

Read more: http://nylondreams-mt.blogspot.com/2012/10/submiss-ann.html#ixzz2isTWZYDN
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Sharing this link to  ‘Slutever’ San Francisco: Vice TV Sex Show Comes To Folsom Street Fair, Dubs City ‘Sex Mecca’ on HuffingtonPost, where I was interviewed by Slutever.

I like Minneapolis.  I like the kinky men I met in Minneapolis better.  I’m starting to think that it isn’t so much whether a town was “better business” that makes it stand out in my mind, when I am day dreaming and reviewing my life, me thinks what influences how I feel about a place is the people, how engaging and wanting to play they were.  It always comes down to connecting with a person, the energy and the play.  I marvel at how a partner can take me to that edge, where  my mind tries to ride “this is so cool” and on the too much side is “please stay with me, watch the connection, please don’t ruin this.”  Not being able to do something, argh, I hate that.  Yes, I always want to be in situations I can be a good girl and do it right and succeed.  Yes, well, there lies the challenge of playing.  This is a great game…. and I  like being a  well used toy, and the good tired that comes after from the spirit and mental drain.

Bottom Line:  I can’t wait to return to Minneapolis.