Happy Holidays!

I end this year filled with gratitude for the amazing people and experiences made possible through the Parlor and the Blue Belles. Thank you for your continuing loyalty, trust, and goodwill. 

Best wishes to you all for a happy holiday season and a 2019 filled with ever-increasing beauty, authenticity, and freedom—inside and out!  

Love, 

Ms. Ava

The Silence of the Diva

Darlings, please understand something… I don’t make regular blog and social media posts. That doesn’t mean I’m idle.

I consciously try to savor my life and work, immersing myself in the  moment. My thoughts rarely turn toward documenting my experiences and thoughts for the  masses. Once the moment has passed and I’ve relished its juicy goodness, I’m off to the next thing.

Here’s my confession: The pressure to regularly report my activities and thoughts online makes me want to dig in my heels like a petulant child.  Will adding more memes, cleavage pics, and links  to the digital clutter on social media really bring new friends to the Parlor who wouldn’t have found me otherwise?

Writing posts of value takes time, thought, and effort.  I  find myself drawn instead to spending that time with other human beings, or in quiet reverie, or playing, or learning, or planning, or—best yet—immersed in a new experience or adventure. Because that’s what life’s about.

Is this lack of consistent posting bad for marketing? Conventional Wisdom says so—but I’ve found CV  to be an untrustworthy advisor. Is it self-indulgent, or even lazy? Perhaps. I do have things of value to share. But I’m more driven to maximize the time I spend living life and making a personal difference to others.

Sometimes I am inspired to post. When I feel like it. When I have something to say. Sometimes even in flurries. But not on a schedule.

Even if I’m quiet online, I’m here in real life. Maybe you should be, too. Schedule an appointment with me, in person or by phone, and create a new life-enriching experience of your own.

Chastity Is About Harnessing the Knight

The best place for this key is between my breasts.

My attitude and approach toward female-led relationships (FLR) and dominance in my personal life is sometimes hard for men to understand when all they’ve seen (thank you, porn sites) is the more aggressive and demeaning variety. Just sharing this tidbit from a recent online conversation:

Him: I can see how breaking down an alpha male could be a turn-on for you. Obviously, chastity is a tool to make it all work, so you must enjoy that as well.

Me: I am not interested in “breaking down” an alpha male… it’s about harnessing the knight in him, allowing him the opportunity to be of service to, and cherished and owned by, a strong, smart, affectionate woman with high standards who’s invested in his personal development and self-actualization.

Chastity appeals to me not as a tool of subjugation, but as a tool for improvement in the male. Orgasm control and erotic energy play create biochemical reactions in the body that increase his worldly power, drive, and focus, and his attention to me…. and those are the things that turn me on. I enjoy the willing submission of strong and accomplished men, not weak, needy, indiscriminate, or broken ones.

In short, I like to feel tamed muscle between my legs. I have never felt the desire—or the need—to turn a thoroughbred into a mule, or a knight into a knave, to create one that is even stronger, more responsive, and well trained.

Pink nitrile gloves perfect for sissies

Come Here, You Little Sissy

Pink nitrile gloves perfect for sissies

Don’t you think pink is a perfect color for disposable gloves at the Parlor? I can’t bring myself to use anything else.

Ah, and that tasty crisp “snap” as I finish pulling them over my wrists! Like Pavlov’s dogs, some pets hear that sound and go all a-quiver in anticipation of delights in the rear near future. How I love to watch them wriggle!

Have a Seat

I saw this lovely pink Sybian at another dungeon a few weeks ago. Wouldn’t this be a great addition to the Parlor for training, rewards, and fun and games?

What Is a Goddess?

Ms. AvaThere are many types of Goddess and Mistress, all with their merits. Some are weathered, scowling, rough-edged predators who emasculate men through force and humiliation. Some are elegant and emotionally aloof. Some are young and perhaps less focused or life-experienced, but full of bounce and raw erotic energy. Among others.

I am a developmental Goddess, a warm, sane, strong, intelligent woman whose kink is to bring out the best in the hidden you. I get off on helping you experience the feminine energy buried deep within you that aches to be released. To luxuriate in the sensual joys of being female. To bring your fantasies to fruition through guidance, and example, and practice, and acceptance.

I administer behavior modification through physical and verbal correction to make you the best you can be. Strict, sometimes harsh, correction or punishment when warranted, of course, but always purpose driven—I am rarely motivated by pure sadism.

You honor and worship me because I’m a deserving and rare creature, and you’re smart enough to know it, not because I’ve coerced or manipulated you. I represent what you want to be and have, not what you are afraid of. I can teach you secrets of attractive and receptive womanhood.

Yin needs yang. All of us contain some of both. I have no interest in beating you down to release your feminine energy. I adore men and honor male humanity and sexuality (flawed and one-dimensional as it often is). There’s some of that in me, too—as reflected in some of my favorite toys and activities.

Yes, Goddesses of different types abound. No one size fits all. I am not for everyone, nor do I wish to be. But if you have the urge to explore and feel your femme, to have it brought forth and touched and respected for a full human experience, whether for a few hours or a lifetime, come to me.

I Love Men en Femme

My first full immersion into Femdom was as an office manager/dungeon den mother at a large commercial dungeon in the early-ish days of the internet. Among other duties, I interviewed, hired, and managed the mistresses and houseboys. I’ll leave the details for another post someday. But it was the best gig ever.

On the first floor of this Victorian house was the sissy parlor… a large sitting room filled with man-sized clothing and shoes, makeup, wigs, full-length mirrors, and more. Garters. Stockings. Lingerie. Slutwear. Maid outfits. Evening gowns. Street dresses. Tutus and tights.

I loved seeing first-time visitors’ reactions when I flung open the French doors to reveal a feminization nirvana.  For some, it took their breath away. It brought damp eyes to at least one. These were competent, intelligent men who wanted to be beautiful and soft sometimes, and to be appreciated and celebrated as they tapped into their feminine energy all too rare in society. One particular incident with a closeted sissy fueled my passion for enlightenment and acceptance through sexuality education. You can hear it during the first few minutes of this old interview:  https://youtu.be/8wauOXJFYXA

Since that day, crossdressers, sissies, pantyboys, transwomen, and other gender flexers have held a special place in my heart. There’s a strength to people who break free of gender typecasting, a richness to those willing to tap into both their male and female energies. Many cultures believe that such people have spiritual or other powers. While I can’t say if that’s true, I can tell you that there’s something special about the human beings who come to me for en femme exploration and fun.