Boys for Miss Lotus

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It's five in the morning (okay, the clock's turned back already, still to me it's five in the morning) and I JUST NOW got home.

I worked at a haloween party as a Domme. I was doing active topping darn near non stop from 8:15 pm to 4:00 am. My shoulders are going to KILL me in the morning, but I made decent money and some tips.

It was also fun, but I hadn't played a party strait through since... gosh, before Ed and I dated. It's been a while.

I didn't even feel it the morning after the last time I did it, and I would think that I'm just in worse condition now, but I just realized I did a BITCH of an ab workout this morning...

Yeah. I'm gonna feel THAT one. Hehe, it was still worth it. :)

I topped...four pretty boys and three really hot women. It was a LOT of fun. I'm worn out and tired and I need a foot massage and a bubble bath. :)

I have recently joined Niteflirt, on the advice of a Domme I respect. I am posting this here as an experiment for my chastity boy in Oklahoma. If anyone else wants to contact me, though, feel free.

Miss Lotus

Everyone who's dropped me a note with a LJ name has been added to the community. If you requested to join the community, you've been accepted. If you did NOT, then I sent you an invitation and you will HAVE TO ACCEPT THE INTIVE to join the community.

Welcome.

This last few days I haven't had interenet access. Sunday was the triathalon I'd mentioned in passing.

I got injured in the swim, and had forgotten my goggles, so instead of swimming 800 meters, I swam closer to a thousand. The happy lifegaurd men in canoes were very worried about me, they kept having to swing by and get me back on course as I started heading out to the middle of the lake...

I made it about 1/3 of the way thorough the first loop of the bike route, but my ankle was really sore at that point, and I decided that it was more importaint for me to leave happy, with a positive memory of the event, than to push myself past the point of pain and spend the next 5 weeks limping. This is a BIG point of personal growth for me, because I used to simply push on harder and faster after I was injured. I used willpower to force my body to work long after pain should have shut me down. Now, I know I can do this, and keep moving, running, dancing, fencing, swimming, racing, or whatever else I'm doing long after my body has quit, but I also understand that there is always a price doing something like that. You pay for it in a recovery time that's not in hours, but in weeks, or sometimes months.

For those in the know, this has been the busiest and most stressful week I'm going to have all year. I'd gotten about 3 or 4 hours of sleep each night during the week, and after I'd gotten back to my friend's house, I went to sleep (at about 12:30) and I got up at about 2:30 in the afternoon- the next day. I slept 26 hours- wow, I guess I really DID need that.

But, being offline for a few days IMMEDIATELY after starting this community was probably not the best thing I could have done. Oh well, what's happend has happend, and I did what I needed to do.

I'm not sitting at a Texadelphia, using their free internet access, and eating a yummy sandwich one of my boys got me (you know who you are- thank you, sweety!), about to drive the 45 minutes I need to go home.

I've had a very, very happy weekend and I am so up right now it's goofy. YAY!

Madam is a french term for a married woman. I make it very clear that I am NOT married, which leaves one other definition for the word Madam in common usage. A madam runs a whore house.

In real life, when someone calls Me madam, I'll often quip "Oh no, honey, I just work here, I don't own the place." Some of them get it and laugh. Some of them don't get it, and are confused. Some get it and are horrified.

Some get it a few moments after I said it, and then are amused, horrified, and embarrased. He who laughs last, thinks slowest :)

I deeply enjoy word games and verbal acrobatics. I also have a odd, but prominent, sense of humor. If having your Miss joke about being a hooker would make you die, then you probably need to find some stern-faced hard ass. I laugh during all of My scenes, because I'm having such a great time, and I love it so much.

One, I figured if My boys are going to serve together in person, I might as well give them a chance to get to know each other more beforehand. Not only to see if they interact, but how they interact.

Two, I keep loosing conversations on collarme.com, which is where I find a lot of the boys I do not meet in real life. They have no threading for messages and it irks me to no end.

Three, I like the thought of being able to check in to one place, and see how all My boys are doing, and read their latest progress reports and assignment reports.

I look forward to building this, hopefully to a large, vibrant, safe, fun community.