Swing yer partner, round and round, turn yer corner upside down

For some time now, I’ve been aware that I’ve had a kind of vague desire to wander back over to the other side of submission… again.

Thinking about some events over the past several months and also looking back over the writing I’ve done on this site, I can see that desire peeking out a little here and here , and definitely doing a pretty bold drive-by here .

For the most part, my domme-ish side* has been packed away and lurking around just beneath my personal radar - where it’s been for many many years (about 20… give or take). But lately, it’s become increasing obvious to me that the little green domme!-domme!-domme! light has begun to blip pretty hard again.

There are probably several reasons for its reappearance right now. I know that recent changes in my marriage along with the rapid personal growth we’re both experiencing right now has a lot to do with it.

Also, lately, I’m feeling a sense of personal freedom and power that seems very similar to what I felt when I previously danced on the dominant side of d/s.**

And I also suspect that the changes of menopause, particularly my theory concerning revisiting previous stages of life at this time, which I talked about in this post , may also have something to do with it, too.

Now, before anyone has a chance to over-extrapolate and take issue with that last sentence, let me just stop here and do this little disclaimer:

I am not saying that menopause is THE reason I am suddenly getting massively turned on by the thought of whacking men’s butts again and/or making them crawl on the floor and/or enjoying the hell out of watching them endure all sorts of other deviant torturations I choose to put their delicious male bodyminds through.

I am not saying that all women are dommy time bombs just waiting to go off when the menopause clock finally clicks zero.

I’m just noticing how my experience of menopause combined with the current changes in my marriage and with my own natural slant toward sexual alchemy and the power play that goes with it are all conspiring to resurrect a longing in me to dance on the dominant side of things again. As in, I’m just making a subjective statement about my own life here.

Ok, now that that’s out of the way, where was I?

Oh, yes. Whacking men’s asses with thwacky smacky implements and such… right. Yes, this is what I’m thinking about lately… a lot.

Kneeling men, sweating and squirming under my gaze. Supplicant, bowing men who long for the opportunity to serve my will by offering their most protected vulnerabilities to me. Big strong, good smelling men who grunt and moan under my hand… and cry epiphianic tears… and thank me for it in oh-so many ways, later.

I find this emerging development in me kind of intriguing in general, but especially so in light of my efforts to get my dance mojo back . Yes, very interesting indeed…

More on all of this later. Obviously

* I wrote a little bit about my domme-ish side here , but the parts where I talk about it directly are sprinkled throughout this very long rambling post. If you want to read the whole tome, go for it, but if you don’t, here’s the short version: Basically, my past experience on the domme side of things was primarily in the context of sex work and was conducted as a service, meaning that my job was to "fill customer orders" rather than allow myself to fully engage in my own need/desire to explore my own organic dominance, which is, by the way, exactly what I think is coming up now at this point in my life. The chance to explore that, I mean.

**I do not capitalize the D in dominant when speaking of dominance and submission (unless the word occurs at the beginning of a sentence or in a title). I definitely respect the choice of others to use that notation (D/s, or Capitalized/uncapitalized first names) to indicate the power differential in a relationship (or whatever else it may mean to them) but, I personally don’t choose to use it for reasons which I explained in this post on my previous blog .

Image credit: Joseph Caprio

About the title: That’s a little Square Dancing call , y’all. You know, I always wondered about Square Dancers… all that fancy spinning around and do-si-do -ing… all that partner-swinging and such. They were up to no good. I’m sure of it.