December Munch/Service Switch? December 17, 2010

Still feeling a little hung over from the excretions of last night, but having had today off work and spending the entire morning curled up in my warm bed has made me start to feel a little better. I think I’ll update this blog while it’s still fresh as I have a terrible way of putting these things off and off. Not a good habit for an aspiring blogger!

Last night was the regular munch in my little town and as I’d taken the Friday off work I decided not only that would would go to Town House (a local venue that I’ll explain more about later) but I also decided that I might allow myself to get a little drunk too. Although, as I later realised I’d got a little drunk month and had forgotten about it. Wine will do that to me, and really, when they’re selling it for £5 a bottle how can you say no?

Perhaps the alcohol gave me the opportunity to play up a little bit and and made several comments that perhaps in a more sober frame of mind I would have kept to myself but I was happy for them to come out as I do like it when people have a bit of an idea about how slutty I can be. I’m almost nervous about admitting it on my blog but I guess it’s part of the process to accept these things within myself.

There were quite a lot of new people at the munch which was really cool. Normally I’m quite good at working my way around the table talking to new people, especially if there a similar age to myself, but I was a little reticent last night as one of my old school friends made his first apperence!

Fortunately I was expecting this familiar face as I’d seen him mention his interest on Fetlife, and had heard somewhere he was kinky previously, but I still spent most of the evening at the far side of the room trying to keep someones face or body between the two of us. At one point I was down his end of the room as some cake (for somone’s birthday) was passed out and he commented on my boots. I rattled off a quick thank you with a half turn before dashing down to the other end of the room!

Although it’s be the first cross over between my ‘other’ lives, I’m actually not overly concerned. I’m not going to stop going or try and similarly avoid him next time. In fact I’ve already dropped him a bit of an ice breaker on Fetlife to see if he can guess who I am. I think it was just a bit of a shock to jump out at someone and wasn’t sure how he would respond either. Still no answer from the Fetlife note but will see soon enough.

One of the other newbies was an American girl who was now living just around the corner from me. She’d been owned (and currently is owned) online but this was her first forey into the scene ‘IRL’. She was very cool and, as it turned out, was pretty much exactly the same size feet to me and damn close in dress size! In fact, I still have her boots as we did a swap and will have to return them next time we see each other.

I also lent her a skirt as after the munch we went across with a group to Town House International (or THI), a venue up the Wirral which is mostly a swingers club but has a weekly (or maybe monthly, not sure) fetish night. It was their Christmas party so the place was pretty full and it was a good chance to get some play.

I had managed to talk my new American friend into jumping in the deep end and although she was a little nervous she could tell that our little group were trust worthy and would look after her. We got chatting about roles and being submissive and I admitted that, while not Domme in anyway, I did like the idea of doing a bit of spanking knowing that the other person enjoyed the experience.

Without saying much more we soon found ourselves in one of the many upstairs rooms of the venue which had been converted into a play room with bed and St. Andrews cross. I had borrowed a small cricket bat (a toy really) and tried it out, my first time spanking anyone. I think I went a little too hard too soon and it was a learning experience of both of us. I wasn’t too sure if she was really enjoying the experience or if she was on edge. I made sure to check her regularly though and establishes a safe word which she used after about five minutes.

I felt a little bad, especially once I realised that I hadn’t warmed her up properly and had been going for pretty thumping smacks but she assured me I did ok and the main reason for wanting to stop was that the door had been open. As the venue is normally a swingers club many rooms have either windows or open doors and people will watch scenes going on. We’d picked up a couple of voyers which had possibly made her a little uncomfortable.

Any worries I had about having made her experience a bad one went before the end of the night however as we had another session later (this time with my bare hands) and I made sure to warm her up and to try and focus a little more on sensation place then actually causing pain. The fact that I was spanking her with my hand meant it was hurting me quite a bit too! After about 15 minutes or so I chose to end the session but it was clear that she enjoyed it and so I was very pleased. It was actually a very awesome session for my part too as she made some delightful little noises.

When we were talking later about how I felt completely sub but at the same time liked to give pleasure to others my friend said she’d head that kind of thing refereed to as a ‘service switch’ which I kind of liked. I think to call myself a Domme would be a little silly but a service switch I could live with.

I also got to have some play myself that night too, but on that one, sadly the door was closed and I don’t think I would wish to share that kind of thing publically just yet.

You can always try and mail me though.

Lulz FTW

Aimee

P.S Sorry that there are again no pics. I will try and take some for documentation next time but if you want pictures of me you’re always welcome to check out my Flickr (vanilla) page or my section on The Gentleman’s Relish (adult).

Christmas Meal December 12, 2010

A month or so back the people from the local munch mooted the idea of going for a Christmas meal in one of the restaurants of my little town. I think they had done something similar previously but I had decided to sit it out as, while I don’t mind being out in public in places removed from home, I wasn’t too sure about going out on my own doorstep and running the risk of being recognised. Previously I’d passed reasonably well although I had caught a few telling comments (normally after I had spoken) but the idea of being told in a close environment  was a very different preposition.

I allowed myself however to be talked into going and told myself that it was an important step that I needed to take especially if I was wanting to be comfortable enough as a girl where I could go out without fear, or at least without care, of people outing me. The last couple of munches had seen us change venues from the private (and freezing) upstairs room of one pub to another which was a little more open (and a little more warmer) so I guess I was getting more used to being seen out and about in my little town.

The fact that we were going with a large group was also reassuring in that if anything did go wrong there were at least a dozen intimidating Dom/mes who would make sure I was looked after. Six also went out and bought an outfit for me to wear which looked really pretty. I do try and buy my own clothes and event bought a lovely coat at Primark recently (Christmas is such a good time for buying ‘presents’!) but I do have a habit of buying things I wished suited me or that fit my alternative look then what would blend in with mainstream.

Six picked out a very cute top for me that was sexy while at the same time working well to cover the less wonderful aspects of my figure. These worked very well with a pair of leggings and my everything boots (the boots I wear with everything!)  and the top was long enough that it covered my bottom but not the tops of my legs which looked really sexy.

When we arrived at the restaurant the place was really busy with lots of other people having chosen to have their Christmas meals there. Our table was on the far side of a crowded bar and I was very shy about pushing my way past people at such close quarters but one of the guys kindly took me by the hand and led me through. I was able to find a corner at the bottom of the table a little out of the way which suited me well.

The meal itself was a bit of a rip off but it was enjoyable enough and as far as I’m aware I didn’t get told dispute having to push my way past many people at close quarters.  All my friends were very encouraging and I think I need to start believing them. Part of my problem is I always think that any time someone looks at me they’re telling me and so I imidiately look away and avoid eye contact so that this doesn’t happen. However, people always look at people, and then they look away and my evasiveness only draws attention to any perceived differences.

Anyway, the part was a definite step forward and I am certainly gaining confidence little be little. After the meal we went back to six’s for the afterparty. That, however, I think will have to wait for another blog.

Pictorial Indulgence November 16, 2010

I’ve written previously about Club Indulgence, the bi-monthly fet-night that takes place in my little town. Normally we don’t allow photos as encouraging pic taking at this kind of event can lead to a world of pain, but we needed some shots for the website (that I’m mean to be working on…) so we got to have a little bit of fun!

In this first picture I’m demonstrating our groovy St. Andrews cross, a piece of apparatus that I think I road tested twice during the course of the evening (well you never know if it might stop working after a couple of hours!). The first time I got cained by Mac, a sadistic bugger if ever I’ve met one, who also kindly took the pictures – so I’d best watch what I say! I must admit I’m a bit of a wimp when it comes to caning and was yelping and rubbing my ass after only a couple of strokes.

People started to arrive after a little while but I still had half a chance to try out the dog cage which stood in the corner. I do like a little bit of quiet time! I still need to get some proper kitty ears though and maybe a tail. Anyone want to buy me prezzies for Kittymas?

The social butterfly that I am, I spent most of the night chatting to various groups of people. We had a good turn out although unfortunately many regulars were not able to make it. It was a good chance to get to know some other people better though and to chat to a few new people which is always fun.

We always have a House Dom/me at these events, a Master or Mistress who will pick up strays and make sure that everyone who wants to play gets a turn of the gear. A house subbie is less usual but I think that is quickly what I’m becoming at Indulgence due to my inability to say ‘no’ whenever anyone asks to hit me. In order to get the ball rolling due to the lack of an auction or raffle Christina our House Domme took me to one of the benches and proceed to give me a good working over with a flogger.

I do enjoy flogging. It’s certainly one of the easiest ways to send me into subspace and I obediently took it. One of my less wonderful attributes is that  I never ask anyone to stop when they’re hitting me. I have a masochistic tendency that means I’ll take whats being met out to me even if I can’t really take it. There have been few times I have tried to end a session and I have never to this day used a safe word. This is not because I’m hardcore or even because I love pain (which I don’t) but some deep masochism I guess. On this score though Christiana was wonderful, checking several times if I was ok and subtly asking if I wanted to you the safe word (which of course I didn’t).

After we were finished I dithered in sub-space for a few minutes before joining in the conversations in the club and even had another chance to get flogged on the St. Andrews. Much fun!

 

How do you tell your new gf that you’re tg? November 12, 2010

I seem to have found myself suddenly going out with a girl.

This in itself is not a problem. I like girls. Girls are nice. However at the time we got together she didn’t have the foggiest idea about who I was deep down.

I recently met this girl in church (yes, I appreciate how strange that may sound coming from a self-confessed tg bondage kitten but I shall save that discussion for another day) and we started hanging out. We had a lot of shared interest, although I’m fairly confident that I at least have some interest that she perhaps does not share. I started hanging out at her flat and cooked her a few meals, afterwards curling up on her couch and watching some films by one of my favourite Japanese directors, Hayao Miyazaki, who she also loves.

Anyway, one thing led to another and we kissed.

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this. Like I said, I like girls. But could she like me if she knew me? Should I tell her or should I try and hide those things?

I’m generally an open and honest person. In face, if I was not back living in the town where I’d grown up I’d probably be more open about my alternative interests. When I lived in Japan all my closest friends knew I was TG and thats the way I liked it. However, being back home and around parents and old friends things were never so easy.

I found myself wondering if I should ignore this girl or not return her calls so that we would actually go out and I could carry on as before. The only problem is I found it was me who was texting her and popping over. I knew however that we could not go out unless I told her who I really was.

Now I said she was a Christian, but like me I think she’s at a point where we figure there is a God probably, and people in church are nice, but the two facts might not neccesarily be related. I guess you could say we’re both pretty liberal about our faiths. I figured that I would start small and work up. If I scared her off before I told her I was TG so be it.

Perhaps a little forwardly then, one of the first question I asked her when we were out on a romantic moonlit walk by the river was her thoughts on sex before marriage. Most of our Christian friends shun the idea of sex before marriage but I’ve always thought sex should be fun and if you save it for the person you’re meant to settle down with for life then you’re not getting the most out of what is surly a God-given gift? She revealed that she had in fact had sex – although it was before she became a Christian, but seemed quite happy with my idea that sex should be enjoyed. She felt it should be more savoured as a special occasion then a casual occourence which I could agree with.

With a sigh of relief I said that was one down – implying that there was more to follow. I quickly explained that I like her – I thought she was great – however I wasn’t sure if we’d known each other long enough to be really going out and didn’t want to rush into anything before she knew some things about me. If she didn’t like what she heard I was prepared to cut my losses and run, but there was no way I was going to hide too many secrets. That kind of approach has ways of coming back to bite you.

So I pressed on. If she wasn’t phased by the fact I’d had sex she might not be worried that I was effectively bi. I told her I didn’t believe in sexuality and had been with guys. She actually thought this was cute and asked if I’d had a boy friend! I think my ideas about gender and sexuality being social constructs appeal to many people so I was able to expand on this by telling her I didn’t believe gender was fixed either and this, of course, resulted in me revealing that I was transgender.

Again she took it well. As I look back now, I can’t for the life of me remember what she said exactly, so relieved was I that she didn’t reject me. She certainly wasn’t “yay my boyfriend is tg” but she did like the idea that we could now share clothes.

It’s still early days. I don’t want to make out that it’s all done and dusted and she’s accepted me with no qualms. We’ve still not know each other long and although I’ve told her I’m tg she’s no idea what I look like as a girl so the next step perhaps is to show her a photo and ideally some time soon have her over to my place to see me dressed in the flesh.

But it’s a good start. The beginning of the relationship is certainly the best place to mention the fact that you’re tg if you get half an oppertunity. So yeah, watch this space I guess.

Can You Be Fooled? Test Your Power Of Deduction: Man Or Woman? October 16, 2010

I recently came across a link to an article called

Can You Be Fooled? Test Your Power Of Deduction: Man Or Woman?

I decided to take a look as I thought it would be interesting to see if they had some convincing girly boys who had got the power of female illusion down to a t.

I was a little disappointed then to discover that the article showed 14 pictures of attractive women, all (bar one) flaunting the breasts and looking down right gorgeous. At the end the article revealed that only four were “not Trannys”.

While this was a little disappointing it was sadly not all together surprising that the person who wrote the article worked from the equation transexual=tranny=male. I felt I should say something so made a comment asking him if calling the article “Spot the ts” might not have been better than “spot the man” because as far as I could see there was possibly only one person on there who hadn’t been on hormones.

To me it seems not only intolerent and somewhat backwards, but also a little lazy. If he had really wanted to “Test Your Power Of Deduction” surly he could have found pictures of convincing cross dressers who, while transgender, might still be classed as a “man”. (me being one).

Anyway, I aired my thoughts and I hope he’ll get back to me. It’s easy to talk that way if you don’t know anyone who is transgendered but hopefully the write will be open to educating himself as opposed to content to perpetuate bigoted cliches.

What a jerk! October 15, 2010

Hello all.

I’m really quite upset today so I hope you’ll forgive me if I use today’s blog for a bit of a rant.

I’d been talking to a boy quite a bit recently online. He’s local, cute and dated tgirls before so was ticking all the boxes. He’d seen me on cam as a boy and a girl and was ok with that, even going as far as to tell me not to worry as he liked guys too. I was looking really rough the first time I went on cam as a boy so to hear this from him was a real encouragement.

I’ve recently got my own place and so I decided to invite him over and he agreed! I was so excited and we set a date for Friday and spoke a few times before then. I was a little concerned as he seemed a little insecure but hoped for the best.

On the Thursday we chatted and he agreed everything was fine and he was looking forward to it. I said I’d meet him as a boy at the station – I could have gone as a girl but I didn’t want to bring him back here and then him to wake up with an ugly boy in the morning. He asked to see me on cam and I agreed.

I never make the best boi but I didn’t look to bad as we chatted. He had time to have a good look at me and was still happy about coming which was a relief! It was late so I told him I was going to go to bed but at that moment his MSN crashed so I hung around till he got back. It was still late so I said goodnight.

We’d swapped numbers previously and so in the afternoon I texted him to ask what time his train was. There was no reply. When I got home I phoned him. No reply. I texted him again and…you guessed it, no reply. I’d texted twice and rang once so by this point I was starting to wonder if he’d bail – after all, he had seemed a little insecure- and decided to ring again would have been too much.

After I had dinner he came on. Here are some of the highlight of our conversion0n:

jinxy says: heyas ^_^

Paul says: was it you txting me?

i didnt add ur number properly

jinxy says: yes it was

what time is your train?

Paul says: after last night i didnt think we were still going to

jinxy says:

after last night? why, what happened last night?

Paul says: because i was talking to u and u showed ur cam then it lost connection and when i came back u just wanted to go really quickly and i was like… oh.. right ok then…

then u just went really fast

because i hadnt finished talking to u

so i thought u dnt wanna now

jinxy says: i said i was going to bed

no, i want you to come over ^_^

Paul says:i wanted to still speak to u

jinxy says: well you can speak to me now ^_^

so you checked train times?

i texted you two hours ago to ask what time your train was, that should have been a hint ^_^

Paul says: well ive not seen it until now

i wanted to talk about it more last night but u just went

jinxy says: what is there to talk about?

Paul says: before i meet someone i like to talk to them more to make sure

So….starting to get a bit suspicious by now.  The fact that I’d said something last night to make him think I didn’t want to meet came as a real curve ball. Was he just looking for an excuse on why he didn’t want to come?

jinxy says:

we’ve spoken alot

Paul says: not really

Another warning sign! We have been chatting and he was happy before, now he’s trying to make out like we’ve just met. I could see where this was going.

jinxy says: if you’re not going to come just say please

Paul says: just dont rush it

jinxy says:it sounds very much like you’re trying hard to find excuses

i’m quite disapointed really

Paul says: that sounds abit pushy about it

i thought you told me i can come and stay any night

whats the rush to do it so soon

This is true, I did say he could come any time, but we’d made an arrangement so I’d like to start with that! If someone backs out once it doesn’t really encourage you to want to arrange a second meet.

jinxy says: you can

Paul says: its only 50 mins away

jinxy says: but you said you were going to come over

we decided on it

Paul says: yeah

jinxy says: and i was looking forward to it

The next bit is where it starts to get nasty

Paul says: i asked to see how you looked as a guy

soon as i saw u on cam i thought you looked really different from your pics where you have long hair

and then right after that u were like oh i going now

and then went

Now things are starting to become clearer. But notice, he’s still trying to put the onus on me, trying to make out that he thought *I* didn’t want to meet him any more.

Paul says:

u shouldnt rush off to bed

when i was trying to talk to u

jinxy says:

i’m actually quite upset

Paul says:

think what u like

but you shouldnt just go

when i was talking ot u

when i saw u

u didnt look anything like ur pics

so i was abit unsure…

then u rushing off didnt help

Now it’s my fault for rushing off when he wanted to talk, but he didn’t try and stop me and, given the fact he’d seen me previously and agreed to meet me I had no reason to suspect I was leaving a conversation unfinished.

Also I’m starting to feel some of his comments a little hurtful. For someone who claimed he was understanding of tgirls and seen me on cam and a guy and a girl he should have known that I might have looked a little different to my pictures. But still, I’d never lied about who I was, I told him I wasn’t happy with how I looked and he’d been understanding. Plus, he’d seen me on cam so he should have had a decent idea of how I looked regularly.

jinxy says:

you’ve seen me before

and i’ve told you i don’t make a cute boy

Paul says:

u still looked differnt than i rememberd

jinxy says:

and you’ve seen me as a girl

Paul says:

im always nervous meeting new people

jinxy says:

then you shouldn’t agree to meet somone if you’re not sure

please see it from my perspective

Paul says:

i said that after seeing ur pics as a girl

but then u look totally different

So now he’s forgotten how I looked? Well fine, but I stand by my point. If you don’t feel ready to meet someone then don’t tell them you’ll meet them. Or at least have the decency to text in advance to let them know not to expect you. I cleaned and tidied my little flat for this guy! Now he’s starting to suggest I was trying to mislead him!

jinxy says:

so basically, you’ve seen me as a boy and you don’t want to meet me

Paul says:

i was abit unsure

jinxy says:

fair enough, i wish you’d said that when you’d seen me as a boy before

Paul says:

but u rushed off

i dont know

its like i talking to 2 different people

Is that being horrible or just being insensitive? Surly one of the worst things you can say to a transgendered girl is that they’re like two different people! I don’t play a role, I’m myself, and I’m open and honest about that at all times. It get’s worse:

Paul says:

you pretend to be someone else then when i see you

It’s now gone full circle from ‘I thought you didn’t want to meet me’ to ‘you were pretending to be someone you’re not.’

jinxy says:

you’ve been leading *me* on

you told me you were coming

Paul says:

and i said i can come any night

i asked last night and u said yes i can

so ur the one being rushing and not wanna wait…

you just make me feel presured into it

Another excuse, I pressured him! I’d asked him earlier in the week, i’d asked him the night before, everything was ok. He didn’t feel pressure then until the actual day when suddenly he needed an excuse not to come! Quick, any one will do! I told him I thought he was being a jerk to which he replied:

Paul says: well your a pushy guy

jinxy says: and you are very hurtfull

Paul says: trying to force someone to come NOW right NOW!!! or not at all!!!!

What a jerk! I understand if things are too soon but you shouldn’t decide not to come without telling anyone. You shouldn’t agree to come and then back out at the last minute. And if you are insecure and scared and not brave enough to come and meet someone you certainly should try and blame them for it and make them feel terrible.

What a jerk!

Latest Adventures October 10, 2010

It’s been a little over a month since my last post so I guess the headline news is that I am now the proud owner of a tiny little flat! The place is small, the rent is astronomical but it’s mine, all mine!

I’m just an mile and a half down the road from my ‘rents so I guess some people (who don’t know I’m a tgirl) might wonder what is the point of me moving out when I could live at home and save some money. While this does make sense on one level I am *so* glad to have my own space! Not only because I can dress up, much around and have fun at home but because I can come and go as I please without having to answer to anyone.

Don’t get me wrong, my parents weren’t giving me the Spanish Inquisition every time I stepped out of the door but I didn’t feel I could just go out with no explanation as it looked very suspicious. I am, as ever, close to my parents, but now there is a bit of distance which gives *a lot* more freedom.

I’ve been making the most of this new found flexibility and taking pretty much every chance I can to get out and about. Last Sunday I went to the Llandudno  munch and got to meet a few new people as well as experience a different setting as a girl. The only way I’ll ever get confident about being a girl out and about (assuming that’s what I want) is be building up the experience.

I’m getting more confident about going out although I still have a long way to go. One of my closest tgirl friends invited me for a drink during the week in Manchester. We’d not met before so I was a little shy about her seeing me in drab for the first time but there is no way I’m hopping on a train by myself – at least not just yet.

I could, and probably will, write a whole post about meeting Melissa. We talked about so many t-related topics and she is a case study in herself of a successful and gorgeous TS. It is a sad fact that in the world we live in there are far too many tgirl who seem messed up in one way or another that it’s lovely to meet one who is living her life fully.

I can only aspire to be like that, but for now I know I have to take baby-steps to build my confidence. The local munch is planning their Christmas meal and as it’s going to be in my little town at first I said that I wasn’t able to go. The fear of being in a closed environment and being told as a tgirl petrifies me, especially when the person telling me could be someone I know! But six (my wonderful subbie mummy) has persuaded me that it’ll be an important step and that they’ll be enough people with my to make sure that no harm comes to me – at least not before the after party!

With these small steps in mind I did some shopping in Manchester yesterday, only the second time I’ve taken a train to get somewhere dressed and my first time buying something at a till in a main stream shop! (I had previously bought a wig dressed but that’s a little different as there is no way I can buy a wig without admitting I’m a tgirl.)

Six came with me (or I came with six) and we prowled around Primark finding filling a basket full of cute stuff. I bought three new pairs of shoes (some ugg-style boots, some ballet flats and a pair of girl trainers) a really cute skirt with ribbons and a bow, a matching top and some legging to go with them. I bought everything at the till and the girl didn’t bat an eye. Whether she knew or not is another question.

I think I generally pass reasonably well and considering I was hiding under a hat and wearing a coat and scarf it would perhaps be difficult to tell in passing. I know a few people at least did tell me, and each time I realised it was a difficult blow to take. Both times I think it was my voice that gave me away so perhaps if I keep my mouth shut no one would notice?

The first time we passed a couple on the street. I was talking away to six and as the passed I could her the guy whispering (quite loudly) to his girlfriend “that’s a guy, that’s a guy, that’s a guy, that’s a guy.” The second time was in Primark when I was again talking to six about some legging and I noticed some girls aged about twelve or thirteen just standing there laughing and whispering. I wish I’d been brave enough to have smiled at them but I just blushed and hid further under my hat.

Still, these things happen and it’s a measure of yourself how you deal with them. I was actually shocked when talking with Melissa that dispite being post-op, living and working full time as a girl and being down right gorgeous she always feels as if people are talking about her and can tell. I’m sure in her case they can’t but perhaps half of the people I think are telling me are not? I know I have to try and build my confidence but it is a little bit of a set back to know that it is such a challenge.

Please make comments on this post if you have had similar experiences or would like to share your own thoughts. I’d love to hear from you.

Indulgence Slave Auction September 5, 2010

With the cargo net before the start of Indulgence

Last night was Club Indulgence in Chester, a BDSM/Fetish night organised by people from the local munch which I go to. I’ve been going to the munch most months when I’ve been in the country over the past two years and have got to know a few people so I help to run the club night as very much the junior team member. My role mainly consists of chatting to as many people as possible, doing my stint on the door and making sure that all the equipment get at least some use.

This week there was a slave auction so as the resident demo bunny my little touche was first on the block. While the idea of being sold like a slab of meat was very exciting for me, unfortunately a lot of people had cried off and many of those who had come were with a play parter so I was sadly unable to instigate a bidding war. Going first my role was more to warm up the crowd a little bit and break the ice but I still think the £2.50 I managed to raise (which I think was a sympathy bid more then anything else!) was very credible!

Trying out the camera on my new phone

One of the other organisers bought me and made sure that my little bottom got a good work out! I’m still undecided about how much I get out of being really spanked hard, feeling that I’m more into variable sensation play, but it certainly helped me to slip into lovely warm subspace. The first few minutes of getting my ass beaten with a whip made out of an old tired had letting out high involuntarly yelps of pain but after my behind was warmed up a little I got more used to being worked.

It was a good night and great to see friends again (as well as to get some play) but it does seem that there is less people every time I go. Perhaps this was just because August/September is not the best time of the year for people but I hope next time there will be more people.

TV Chix Top Babe List August 31, 2010

The TV Chix top Babe list is a fascinating social barometer, and it is interesting to see its impact on the Chix online community through the amount of forum posts seemingly complaining about its existence. There are few people, if any, who will defend the list -especially if they themselves are not listed- but for those who do find themselves part of its hallowed algorithms the Top Babes list takes on a new light.

It is undeniable that the list is a popularity contest, although the prettiest girl is not always as high as the one who knows the most people, flirts with the most admirers or whores for the most votes. At the end of the day the top girl is the one with the highest cumulative votes, not the best average so as long as you can get 5000 5/10 votes you will be higher then a person who only got 1000 9/10’s. As flawed as the list is however, I would be a liar if I did not say I checked it regularly to see if I have made the grade or deliberately chose provocative pictures that I knew would be more likely to entice people to vote.

Now I am finally in the top 25 (and may I add without whoring in the slightest!) I feel that I can make a few….’observations’ shall we say, without coming across too bitter and twisted.

The most amusing thing I find is some of the blatant vote whoring that goes on. I must admit I was actually disappointed that I could not find more of it amongst the current crop of ‘Babes’ but there were one or two gems!

“New pics. Hope you like them and you still rate my pics and go up the the Top Babe list again. Thanks XXXXX”

This one was bad enough but I actually found one girl who had a running update on her progress up and down the charts on her profile gushing as she reached the dizzying heights of #4. You know who you are! It’s all in good fun though, and I think I should again mention at this point (in case she never talks to me again) that I am mearly making observation and not passing judgement).

As I’m obviously testing a few friendships how could I not highlight this glorious quote by another girl I admire,

“Back on the top girls list all of a sudden. That was a surprise. Maybe I could increase votes-per-day by promising people they get to cum on/in/near me if they just take the time to click on 10.
People seem to like it when I talk about cum.”

Now we’re getting to the lowest form of bribery and wanton cock-teasery! But as I said, we all wish we were number one and are just jealous that we did not think of their subtle tactics first. Some try to disguise this by means of subtlety, “I update my pics quite often …so please vote on them.” Well how could we not given the effort?!

Points for subtlety are also given for this fine effort

“I think I look good and I am not worried about Votes on this site at all,if you want to rate my zero go ahead because BOTHERED NOT!!!!!!!!!”

Surly however if you do not care you wouldn’t mention it? In fairness this quote comes from the very last line of the profile but I am sure there was some calculation here considered when posting. Just mentioning the Top Babes list is enough to raise your chances of being scored or receiving a contribution to your total.

I could go on, but I won’t, however I did enjoy going through the list and checking out the competition. Not that I care a sot about the Top Babes list but if you have been intrigued by this article and *really* want to vote on my pictures and boots me further up the chart I suppose you can find my profile here.

All the best, I’m off to bed!

Night night,

Aimee

Have just put myself down as ‘maybe’ f August 30, 2010

Have just put myself down as ‘maybe’ for BNO. Still need to find someone to share with and maybe give me a lift from the train station…..>.<