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A Guide to Reading Miss Kelle’s Body Language
This is a guide on reading my body language, geared more towards when I am submissive and recieving spankings, but I realized it really works for just about anything.
Body is Tense, not relaxed – I am in pain and not enjoying it.
Grimacing – I don’t like this. Do something else.
Trying to get up/raise myself from my position- I really don’t like this. I am about to hit you. Be warned. If I can’t hit you, my foot will connect with your balls.
“Ouch. OUCH. OUCH!” – This fucking hurts, and I am trying to let you know. You are nearing my limits. Otherwise “Ouch” is not really something I say. This is not a safeword, however. I don’t use an elaborate code system when I mean STOP NOW. I say “red”.
Sitting Quietly with Eyes Closed – I am patiently waiting. Easy, right?
Body slack, quiet – I am enjoying this. Continue.
Soft Noises or Moaning – Yes, I can get used to this. Don’t stop.
Body completely relaxed and making low noises- This is very good. Keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t go faster or harder. This is the place you need to be.
Eyes glazed with a faint smile – If this is after our play, then I am very happy and enjoying my playtime-high. Let me relax and have some water. If you’ve been talking to me for a while and this happens, I’m bored. Tell me something interesting.
Yes, I know women are complicated(trust me, I’m the first person to bitch about it) but there’s a Cliff Notes manual about me, for you. Please don’t make me make this required reading. I’m really not that hard to read. Happy Playing!
Clips for Sale Store
Yes, I know it’s been forever since I updated my store, but I just added two new clips today!
http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/34531
I am taking suggestions for videos as well. Email me : kelle@wickededen.com
This Week!
While age-play is one of my favorite roleplay games, playing with me as a “mommy figure” with a male who is playing younger really is not my cup of tea.
I had a bit of a turnaround this week with a session with Miss Noel. Miss Noel was the Mother of a naughty older boy, and I was her new girlfriend. Of course, I had to make sure that I was respected as the new authority figure in the house as well. We had a lot of fun with corner time, lots of spnakings, paddlings, and I made him write lines in a notebook, “I will not get another B again” while Miss Noel and I were very distracting on the couch. She has such a lovely mouth…mmm.
Good times!
Christmas Wish List
Want to know what I want for Christmas? If your gift is not anonymous, I can thank you and send a pic of me with it, of course!
- Amazon.com Wish List : Everything I want, updated often!
- HauteLook eGiftCard : A website with daily discounts on luxury and designer brands.
- Victoria’s Secret Gift Cards: My sizes are 34DD in bras, Small in Panties, and Medium in Clothing items, fi you’d like to get me soemthing specific.
- Fabric.com or Joann gift cards: So I can do even more sewing!
- I really want a pair of long 100% silk pajama pants!
- A pair of knee high black boots 4- 5 inch heel, pull on with no buttons or laces. One long zipper ok. Size 6.
Some Christmas Cheer! 😉
Testing
New blog post!
She's got a point…
Please read this blog post by Bitchy Jones.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Hey, so, I have a question. And this is what it is:
How come submissive men aren’t the best looking bunch of fucking men in the fucking universe?
And I don’t just mean how come this isn’t true for my pathetic cheap frills in my otherwise pretty pointless window of wakey-wakey-consciousness.
And look, what I am talking about here is not submissive men being pulled from an above-average gene pool – I am talking about them taking care of themselves for the hottery. What I mean is why don’t submissive men dedicate themselves to looking hot? Like, a lot. What could be more submissive than that?
(And, don’t tell, but if you are really into humiliating feminisation, the tyranny of looking sexiliciously buffgasmic 24/7 is far more like what the submissive state of womenhood actually is than walking around knock-kneed in shoes you got off the internet, you woman-hating fucking twatburger.)
Look, just look! How come Club Pedestal or even one of those god-frighteningly awful looking footnight things (hmm, is femdom built on a fear and hatred of women, well I wonder… click for answers) aren’t full of the buffest most worked-on men available anywhere. How come the men on Men in Pain aren’t all modelicious lickables?
How come women aren’t queueing up for dominatrixing lessons? (Well they kind of are, vaguely, in palaces to offensively narrow definitions of female sexuality like Coco de Mer, to get their gas bill paid or project some kind of exotic sexuality on to their weary clit-worn selves.) But how come women aren’t all over this sexuality because the men are so fucorsomely hot, because their actual fucking kink – the thing that makes them hard and makes them wet – is to pay attention to what women want and deliver it to the best of their sweaty head-shaven muscle-toned genetic ability?”
Do us women not take care of ourselves every day for the approval of the people around us? Women make such an effort toward beauty, and male subs…well, I’m just plain not seeing it. Other than one isolated case I can think of personally.
Boys, really. Step up your game.
Humiliation: Public vs. Private
Want my opinions on humilation? No? Too bad.
Humilation is a wonderful tool that can be used for good and evil, and can be very hot and also very damaging. When someone tells me simply that they are “into humilation”, I always ask them to explain. Humiliation can be as simple as stripping naked in front of a woman, or as complicated as dressing someone in an all-out pig costume, and taking them outside to roll in the mud. Actually, I’m lying. It can get much more complicated that that, but I digress.
To really use humilation as a mind-fuck-sex-toy, you really need to know where someone’s triggers are, and what zones are off-limits(if any). Sometimes the lines tend to blur between “that’s hot” and “I think I’m going to go cry now, leave me alone”. Finding a happy medium is most desired for me.
Public humilation is great. I have a couple problems with it, however. A lot of kinky folks like to refer to this as “not involving non-consenting people in your kink”. At kink conventions, most things are pretty much fine, and no one will look twice at a guy in terrible drag and fairy wings, or a girl with a short skirt and her panties around her ankles.
However, in public vanilla areas, the last thing I want to see when I’m out to lunch with my grandma is some guy in head-to-toe latex. It’s just not ok. I don’t care if doing it turns you on. I will not be involved in it.
The alternative? My favorite! Wearing diapers under your street clothes at the mall. People might wonder at that drinkly noise or wonder why your bottom is more ‘fluffy’ than normal…but no one really knows, do they? That’s where the mind games and fun for me begins. Considering drag is not uncommon nowadays, I will also not hesitate to take sissies in public. However, I’ll be doing a lot of work to make sure you look presentable. No trashy clothes or frilly petticoats. Unless of course it’s a kink-friendly place. Then it’s no holds barred.
Wearing a buttplug to work. Under-clothes bondage. Chastity belts. Writing in lipstick naughty words and might peek out from the top of your neckline. Wearing girly perfume. Painting your toenails. That’s only the tip of the iceberg.
I know one of my boys will be wearing a red lace lingerie shirt under his holiday sweater to his family Thanksgiving. Ah, what fun!
That’s about right, so enjoy it while it lasts. Only my name is not Rhonda. 😉
New Manicure and Pedicure
Being that I’m in a goth-glam mood today, here’s my claw-like manicure and pedicure in a deep shade of almost-black berry.
So would you prefer these pretty claws raking down your back or the little dark jewels of my toes in your mouth?
So hard to choose, I know!
Lucious Locks
For those of you who know me, know that I have a very prominent feature. My long chocolate hair, reaching past my tailbone.
It truly is my crowning glory. I take very good care of my hair, and while it’s one of those ‘weird’ things about me that probably prevents me from ever truly being ‘trendy’, I think that’s just fine.
I have not yet crossed paths with any true hair fetishists –with the exception of one Alaskan boy who not only brushed, stroked and worshipped my hair, but also gifted me with a trip to my favorite long-hair salon in Columbus, Rapunzel’s.
I absolutely love having my hair pampered. I don’t mean fancy shampoos or hair products–those I avoid and stick to all natural hair care. I mean brushing, petting, scalp massage, braiding, combing(always beginning at the bottom to comb out the tangles). Who knows, perhaps I have even turned on a few boys to the delight of my silky hair brushing against their bare skin whilst unable to move, or smelling the sweet scent of my locks. I think that’s a not-so-secret indulgence of many men anyway, being able to breathe in the perfume of a beautiful woman’s hair.
I’ve only really cut my hair once, so that it barely brushed the points of my breasts, still quite long by most standards. I still had a 13 inch braid to donate after that! Now that it’s getting longer, I have having trouble managing it. Good thing there are all sorts of beautiful ‘hairtoys’ for longhairs like me! Most of the one’s you can buy at a regular store are too wimpy to hold up my hair now!