Mistress T recently published a post containing an entertaining description of a trip home to see her family. They have some idea of what she does, which I think is great, but she does have deal with a few awkward conversations. The most cringeworthy one that she describes was with a friend of her father…
….an older man with no teeth who started the conversation with: “So you do that dancing up and down the pole, eh?”. I carefully explained that I spent about a year dancing 5-6 years ago but I haven’t done that for awhile…hoping we could move the conversation to something else but no. He then said leeringly: “So you’re into the pictures now?” Fuck.
Mistress T
Personally, while I’d like to certainly avoid anything as painful as that sounds, I would enjoy being more open with my family. Or even being open at all. Keeping a big important chunk of my life separate from them isn’t pleasant. Unfortunately, while I have very caring supportive parents, I just can’t see how the conversation would work out well. Gay would be no problem. That’s genetic and there wouldn’t be an issue. But BDSM? And a submissive masochist? They’d blame themselves, and then I’d have to deal with hours of how they should have punished me differently, or potty trained me differently, or just done everything differently. Nobody wins in that scenario.
The ‘doministrix’ title comes courtesy of Mistress T’s mother conflating mistress with dominatrix. I like it a lot. Although it does sound a little like a monster that Perseus would have fought in Greek mythology. I can imagine it as a Ray Harryhausen movie – ‘Perseus versus the deadly doministrix’.
There’s always endless blogsphere debate about labels. Dom vs Domme vs Dominant is a perennial favorite. Or how to distinguish between pro-domme and non-pro-domme. Lifestyle domme is common but doesn’t find favor everywhere. Perhaps we should just start mashing a few words together and come up with some new ones. Lets say Dominatrix can be exclusively a pro-domme thing, and doministrix can be lifestyle. Problem solved (for about 30 seconds).
Anyway, here’s the doministrix herself in action, getting a polished posterior from a lucky slave. You can find similar material, along with all her excellent videos, at her commercial site.
Hi Paltego:
Nice shot! I joined Mistress T’s site awhile back and I was very impressed. Her videos are extremely sexy. Very up close and…er…personal. I quite enjoy polishing posteriors myself! 😉
Hey hmp,
Yes, I had a membership as well. Great videos. She’s got a really classical type of beauty. Not artificial or overdone at all. Just very natural and, as you say, extremely sexy.
-paltego
A couple of years ago I had a fetish which involves of being forced to “out” myself to my family by a domina. I went so far as to try hiring a pro-domme to be my “girlfriend” for couple of a family dinners. My plan was to act distinctly submissive (in a non-sexual way) to her until someone ask, “What’s up?”
It took forever for me to even find a domme who would entertain such a scene. The domme who finally agreed to do it was over 15 years older than I, and it seemed kinda silly pretending we were dating to my family.
Fortunately, I never went through with this. You’re right. Telling family about your sexual fetish is not the same as telling them about your sexual orientation. Telling family about your sexual fetish is a little lurid. I’m not sure many family members, or many people for that matter, are really that interested in knowing.
That does sound like it would be an awkward scene. I’m not surprised it was tricky to find a domme up for it, and I’m guessing not going through with it was a blessing.
I think friends and family sharing is complex. I think my submissive inclination is more than a simple fetish. It’s not like I want to share details of exactly what I do. For example, I don’t think “Hey Mom, I got fucked with a strap-on last night” is ever appropriate! But I would like to let them know there’s this important thing in my life. As it is the time I spend playing or blogging or whatever is just a blank. I don’t enjoy concealing that much of myself.