- Home
- Blogs
Blogs
"Answering His Call" Part Two Is Now Available
- By Tracy Ames
- Published September 1, 2010
Good afternoon everyone,I meant to have "Answering His Call" Part Two up last night but I couldn't. It's available now. I'll give it another pass later...as for now I'm taking my butt to bed.
Remind me to tell you guys about my scary conversation with BC. He's a weird little fella!
The Informal Formality of Kink
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 31, 2010
I receive a ton-o-mail from readers curious about Kink. The inquiries are pretty basic: How to get involved, safety tips, and questions of etiquette. Bloody hell, where do I start? In this post, I’ll address initial meeting etiquette. To be honest, the differences between Kink etiquette and the norm are very little—save the threat of being utterly humiliated and flogged…at the same time…and not in the good way.
Formality differs from person to person however there are a few hard and fast ‘rules’ to keep in mind. These tips apply to vanilla subs (male or female) unless otherwise mentioned.
Say you’ve been invited to a munch* or happen to be at a Kink club/gathering. You see a striking Dom you’re compelled to meet:
DO NOT:
Throw yourself at their feet and gravel
Address them as Mistress or Master
Unleash a stream of compliments
Bad mouth other Doms
Babble on about the hours you spend reading and/or wanking to their blogs
Ask for their phone number
Ask personal questions (family & sexual questions are cardinal sins)
Offer to be their personal ashtray for the evening
Insult their sub(s) present or not
Touch or come on them in any way shape or form (not even a handshake)
Ask to have a picture taken with them
Monopolize their time (avoid long, loud, & lewd)
Brag to your friends that you’ve met them (bragging/name-dropping is a no-no)
Approach them, drink in hand and insist they drink
Burst into tears
Read off your Kink CV (resume) to them
DO:
Introduce yourself when there’s a break in conversation or have the host introduce you.
Bookend your conversation by addressing them as sir or ma’am**
Be sincere and respectful when paying compliments (limit it to two)
When mentioning their blog/site/articles, refer to a specific point/post
Be brief unless they open further conversation
Carry yourself with confidence. Doms abhor ‘five minute rollovers’
Acknowledge their sub(s) with a simple hello
Offer to replenish their drink if no sub is present but don’t push it***
Keep the conversation positive
Adhere to social cues. Excuse yourself if another Dom approaches—stay if asked
Give them your email info, but don’t expect to hear from them again
If asked, mention a couple of your interest. Be thorough but brief as most Doms will indulge you
Dom to Dom:
Welcome to the club, newbies!! Dominants have a natural ‘Try me’ vibe. Don’t attempt to conceal it by acting silly or overaggressive. You’re failure to do so will result in eye rolls. Here’s an easy way to look at it: Remember your first day on the job? You spent the day feeling people out; you were respectful yet determined to stake your claim. Introducing yourself Dom to Dom is much the same.
Introduce yourself politely without sir and ma’am (unless addressing a legacy, in which case try not to piss yourself) and wing it and relax. In the end, offer your email address. Most times we’ve exchanged addresses. Don’t hesitate to ask to be added as a contact. Also, giving your info to a particular Dom isn’t considered an insult. Like I said, wing it.
I hope this helps. Please let me know if you have any questions.
*A munch is the simplest, quickest way to meet Kinksters of all levels in a safe environment that’s grounded in reality. Think of them as kick-ass socials! People come and talk about Kink however you’ll most likely hear conversations about non-Kink hobbies, holiday plans, books and movies, and so on. Munches put a human face on the community while affording newbies a chance to scope things out. No sex is involved…Period. That’s just wrong!
**Mistress/Master are reserved for their subs. Do not repeat sir and ma’am throughout the conversation. That’s just weird.
***Offering to do anything for a Dom with a sub present is extremely disrespectful to the sub. I’ve since subs dissolve into tears over a glass of Coke. Subbies, gotta love’em.
Christopher Reilley's Acoustic Ink Interview Is Now Available!
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 30, 2010
Good Morning Folks, Christopher Reilley, our much loved resident poet, has an Acoustic Ink interview available. Please stop by, give it a read and let him know what you think.
What I like about Christopher is his subtle nature. You don’t expect to hear some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth. Very WASPy in that way. His words tug at my heart nonetheless….
Also checkout his current poem entitled "Black Lace and Bluebelle"

The Loss of Intimacy
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 30, 2010
After watching BC sprint across the pasture towards the barns, I took my laptop on the front porch (because I’m country like that) and began my work day. A girlfriend asked me to write an article for her site about the loss of intimacy, sexual or other. Again, I’m not expert—I’m spit-balling from experience and countless hours of research.
The topic arose while we sat going through emails. I’m still amazed by the volume of emails I receive from men complaining about their partners’ unwillingness to seduce and beguile them. I thought we’d jumped that pond and were settled comfortably on the shores of sexual expressionism.
I’m not going to dive into the meaty goodness that is my article, but I will ask: Do we unwittingly limit our sexual passion when we tie ourselves emotionally to others? Do we, after the ring and kids, lose that burning desire for uninhibited lovin’?
Perhaps it’s not lost at all. Maybe the dry spell occurs without our knowledge because we become so caught up in the quotidian drudgery that makes up every day life with our spouse, we find it difficult to see them (and by proxy ourselves) as the primal beasts we once knew.
Or maybe it’s a sticky combination of things deep fried in a hot vat of WTF...who knows. One thing is certain, the reasons behind ones loss of intimacy are infinite and arbitrary which inherently makes it hard for people on the outside looking in to understand.
In the end, the question is how does one get it back? Or does one really want it back? Wanting intimacy with your spouse is key. If the very thought of your spouse touching you gives you the willies, you might want to sort that roadblock before you move forward.
“It’s not that I don’t want sex or intimacy, I just don’t want it from you.”
Ouch! Yes, those words hurt both the giver and the receiver but if its how the person feels then it’s valid. Admit and validating those feelings are the first steps to getting to the bottom of the problem. Understandably, some aren’t ready to take that step. Besides ‘Hey, little Billy isn’t your son’ or ‘Remember last Christmas at your sister’s house?’ telling your spouse that you no longer want them in an intimate capacity has to be the hardest words to utter.
Fret not; the vacuum created from the inability to face certain areas of one’s relationship is quickly filled by other means. No, not cheating. I’m talking about escapism….aka what pays my bills. Ummm, I’ll say no more.
Once the article is complete, I’ll post it here as well. Goodnight.
BTW, I'll try to write shorter blog post. Sorry....:)
Hide The Firearms, It's A Mini Rant
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 28, 2010
I’m sitting on a panel as I type this mini rant whose genesis was a full rant but I have neither the emotional nor mental capacity for all that jazz. The topics that driven me into blog retreat are the views of Andrea Dworkin, a radical feminist and writer best known for her criticism of pornography. And Cathy Young's statement “Intercourse is the pure, sterile, formal expression of men's contempt for women”. Wiki it, it’s all there. I more than anyone dislike clips of someone’s statements being used against them because they can be taken out of context. So please, if you’re not already familiar with their views, feel free to read up on them before you form your opinion.
Long story short, I don’t like Cathy because, to put it plainly, she’s a world-class twat. And I dislike Andrea’s views because they’re too extreme and she contradicts herself on a number of occasions on very poignant topics, aka the very foundation of her arguments.
In one breath “All heterosexual sex is rape” and the other “I think both intercourse and sexual pleasure can and will survive equality…. Since the paradigm for sex has been one of conquest, possession, and violation, I think many men believe they need an unfair advantage, which at its extreme would be called rape. I do not think they need it.”
I smell a contradiction. Or do I?
I studied Andrea’s work in college and beyond. It took me a long time to work out what she meant by saying 'all men are rapists'. I thought she meant that ultimately all men are governed by their wanks and, given their hardwired predilection for violence, they’d inevitably rise up and sexually assault a female. It’s only fairly recently that I've learned that she meant the sheer act of penetration is, by definition, rape.
Okay, so that’s still fucking rubbish but not as bad as saying all men are rapist because give a lesbian a strap-on and she to can aspire to rape. Now the playing field is even!
But there still I have a problem. It’s easy to analyze various actions, sexual or otherwise, in a purely abstract context, without considering human feelings, the essence of what makes us people, or in these context women. My contention is that any woman (and indeed any man) can do whatever she wants sexually as long as it's adult and consenting.
I reject the notion that all heterosexual sex is rape. What makes it so? Penetration? Um, that defense reeks of dick envy if you ask me (and by reading this blog post, you did ask me!).
I don’t have dick envy. I rather like my cooter and take very good care of her. And I certainly reject anyone equating sexual intercourse with rape. One doesn’t parallel the other in any way shape or form.
Let me end this mini rant before I pull out my Domina ID and show out. Back to your regularly scheduled orgy....:)

Rips: My New Addiction
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 26, 2010
You guys are going to think I’ve gone crazy-er. I have a new addiction. Rips Candy! They’re bite size pieces of really sour licorice. Holy cow they’re good and their distributed from Iowa!Momma Ames took BC to Walgreen’s the other day and, somehow, he came home with a bag. After eating a couple and thoroughly burning his tongue, I inherited the bag and he went back to eating sour grass (don’t ask).
Anyway, Greg purchased every bag on the shelf and I’ve eaten so many my tongue is raw. It’s bloody painful! Now I know how BC feels when something burns his tongue.
Other than that, we’re adjusting to country life. Zora and BC have their quirks but she’s an excellent teacher. BC’s adding and subtracting is coming along well…too well. We can’t get anything over on him anymore. He’s even learned his French numbers up to twenty…and thanks to the botany exchange students working on the farm, he’s learned Japanese numbers also.
Well, I’m off to do something about my tongue. It feels like its bleeding. I really should get a new addiction. Yikes!
Pumpkin Waffle Recipe Is Available
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 25, 2010
Hello All,
I had a request for pumpkin waffles with vanilla bean butter. You'll find our favorite on the "Foodies" page. I've made a couple of tweaks which I've mentioned. I'll also post the butter recipe later tonight after I've remade it.
Ok, I don't write these things down--I wing it. :)
Chat later!
"Reveal" A Poem By Christopher Reilley Is Now Available
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 23, 2010
Good evening folks,
Christopher has posted another poem for your viewing pleasure entitled "Reveal". Next to "Roses of Blue", this is my favorite. He is an amazing scribbler and I hope you enjoy his work as much as I do.
Cheers!
Quick FB Note
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 23, 2010
Hey folks,If any of you have sent me friend request on Facebook and haven't received a confirmation, please shot me an email. I currently have 1,843 pending request...Emily, Greg, and I are weeding out the weirdos as quickly as we can. :)
Thanks and chat soon.
Tracy
Tales From Shanghai
- By Tracy Ames
- Published August 23, 2010
I’ve been meaning to share this account with you from my trip to China. Some of you may remember this trip because of my earlier blog about my adventure into Shanghais’ hip-hop scene. To bring everyone up to speed, here’s the short version: Mom and I went to China right before the Olympics, my mom lived in Hong Kong for a number of years before coming to America so she speaks fluent Cantonese, she left me alone in Shanghai when she went to visit her friends in Beijing. Little Tracy all alone in Shanghai!
Now that everyone’s on the same page, the story begins…
I’m fearless when traveling. I’ve done it all my life. My grasp of most languages has given me a sense of comfort so going to new places alone never frightens me; I'm bound to have someone to talk to. When possible, I eat and shop local; there’s no better way to get the full experience of a culture then going local.
Well, I came down with a nasty case of food poisoning. Imagine the worse case of food poisoning you’ve had and times it by a hundred. Yep, that’s where I was. After two days of violent shaking and vomiting, the concierge called a taxi to take me to the hospital. It was about 11 o’clock at night when the driver dropped me off at the hospital. Again, I’m alone. The hospital was state of the art and beautiful…but absolutely empty. Not even a security guard greeted me.
Close to death, I walk around the place looking for anyone to help me or at least call my mom to let her know I’ve died. I heard voices so I followed them until I came upon a doctor sitting on a small office. Horrified, he looked up then invited me to sit. I told him what was wrong but vacant expression on his face said his grasp of English was the same as my Mandarin. Zero.
I asked for a French or English speaks doctor. There was none. A hour went by; I threw up right there in front of him several times. Finally, he had me drop my pants and he gave me a shot of something. Whatever it was worked within minutes!
I’m admitted into the hospital. Two days go by, my mom is trying to talk to the doctors but they can’t understand each other, and she couldn’t leave Beijing because of the government travel restrictions in place for the Olympics. To make matters worse the drugs were beginning to make me sick. I cried to leave. Then I heard English coming from the hallway. I screamed for help.
A really handsome Chinese doctor with the same horrified look poked his head in my room. I told him everything that happened while he looked over my records. He immediately took the IV out of my arm—the enzymes in them were the root cause of my continuous nausea. He explained that he was a Jehovah’s Witness who recently returned to Shanghai after completing med school in Europe.
He called my mom and gave her the 411 then called an ambulance from the international hospital to pick me up; he transferred me over there because they spoke English. He stayed and we talked about random crap; his travels, my travels, hs family, my family, and so on until the ambulance arrived. I BEGGED him to come with me but he couldn’t—he was at work. Damn it!!! But he promised he'd come see me…and he did. He even called Greg and told him what happened.
We never talked about religion nor did he try to convert me. He was just a really nice man. When I was preparing for discharged, he made sure all of my insurance paperwork was properly done, checked that all of my medical records were in order and he even translated them for my PCP.
He put me in a taxi and told the driver where to go. I never saw him again. I wonder about him sometimes. How is he adjusting to being back in China after so many years in Europe? How are his parents? Did he ever try hairy tofu? Did he ever go to the Italian restaurant I told him about? Does he still laugh at his own jokes? I hope so.
He was so a kind soul. I hope he’s well.
Next time on Tales from Shanghai: Tracy & The Tea Room aka "I'm not putting that in my mouth!"
To see more of my travel photos, check out my FB page.