Author: Ambre Jade

I find that since my injury (fractured ankle), perhaps as a result of my not being able to sleep in my bed, my dreams have taken on a whole life of their own. More than likely this is due to the meds I am taking, or the pain, seeing as I am not really taking anything that should affect my thought process. Anyway, where was I, oh yes, perverse dreaming. My dreams have taken this whole new level of insanity. It seems that a while different life is being led all while I am restlessly sleeping.

The weirdest part, none of the dreams are odd. They are normal, everyday events. Conversations with people I speak to on a regular basis, the occasional lost friend or lover but really they are so normal that I am never quite sure I am dreaming or not. These conversations are usually simple straightforward. The difference, the biggest difference between my awake self and my dreaming self, is the freedom through which my thoughts become words. Generally, I think before I speak. I think a lot before I speak. Not so much when I type, which is why I write so much. When I speak, each syllable is mapped, planned out and executed in a very deliberate manner. That is not to say I censored myself, I just pick the words, and tone carefully. It takes a fraction of a second, I have always been like that.

I promised some perverse dreaming discussion. So last night’s dreaming was the first that took on a situation apart from reality. I say perverse because this is not a situation I would like to find myself in. Though during the dream I was happy, pleased. I embraced the situation and delighted in it. I was pregnant, early pregnancy. The dream was very specific I was just on cusp of starting my second trimester. Father’s day was very likely the influence of this dream. As a single parent, as a teenage mother, there was no delighting in my pregnancy, a story for another day. Within this dream, everyone was happy. There was bliss in the knowledge that this organism grow within me.

The perverse part of this dream, is the idea of another offspring. I am perfectly content with my life as it is and my son being the age he is, there is no way another child is in the plans. It was nice though, a kind of closure I suppose. Now to hope it was not prophetic 😉

À bientôt,

Ambre Jade

I know, I have missed about ten days in a row now. Kind of shitty of me to have made all these plans and posts and nothing really coming from it for over a week. In my defense, I broke my ankle over the weekend (during training camp) and have literally been unable to get off the couch. It sucks. More than sucks. The pain is one thing but the lack of mobility is excruciating. I am a lucky woman, in that I have people around me that will care for me, in such situations. Mainly my son. It is a reminder that my parenting is solid. All this to say, I have missed a few days.

My hope is that this is not a trend that will continue. That from this point onward, I will manage to continue with my daily posting. I have the time now, as I am still rather immobile. My pain level is still rather high and I am pretty well medicated so no guarantees that all my posts with make grammatical sense. But I need to get it start, punctuation errors or not 😉

À bientôt,

Ambre Jade

I was recently sent a message with the following

whore, let’s see you ignore that

Something along those lines. By recently, I mean like an hour ago or so. And I was just going to ignore it but I thought what a great catalyst for today’s Domme Thought! I have no idea who this person is, obviously they felt they deserved my attention for whatever male entitlement shit they have going on. I think I ignored their friend request on Facebook or something. There is a reason I do not have 5 million friends, I don’t add really. But I digress.

So though giving this statement some attention is obviously what he wanted, and I would normally just leave it as is, I needed something to write about today.

Ways to get yourself blocked from interacting with me:

1. Using whore like it is a bad thing, I actually know several people who have sex for money and I do consider myself a sex worker so it is neither an insult or a crushing blow to my ego.
2. Sending a pic of your cock, we could all do with less dick pics in our lives
3. Thinking you are entitled to my attention or affection. You get neither unless I let you.
4. Asking me “Can you really hypnotise me?” This is almost always followed by a “prove it” which people are expecting for free. I know I can do it, you know I can do it. Otherwise you would not be looking for free attention.
5. Missing appointments… obvious
6. Trying to hypnotise me, I cannot even count how many male hypnotists try this… it is kind of silly, but have fun guys!
7. Being impatient…
8. Sighing in conversations when it takes me longer than 30 secs to reply when you are not paying for the interaction.

SO the lesson here, I don’t get mad, or upset at you for being poorly behaved, you get blocked.

À bientôt,

Ambre Jade

So I just realised that during my ambitious 30 Days of Domme Thoughts, I completely skipped over day 5. I start several posts before actually completing them. As a result I guess I lost track of what day I was actually on. I make silly oversights like that every now and then. I tend to start out post, with the intention of completing them, but the research, the planning and the like tends to run longer than a single day creation. Some things take time and though this is more about witnessing my life, I like to create something of substance every now and then.

Some my Day 5 oopsie, a full day not forgotten but completely skipped over. We all make mistakes. Recognition and admission of an error is more powerful than ignoring the error completely. I believe that is part of my reasoning in creating this whole blog. To let people know that Dommes, professional or otherwise are capable of making mistakes and that ones dominance comes from the ability to admit them, learn from them and have them not repeat.

Sounds pretty heavy right? A slight overreaction to a mere numerical error. But this practice of accountability is what fuels an individual’s ability to dominate their existence regardless of how they identify (Domme, sub, switch, etc). Accountability for our errors is what keeps us on track. Some errors are insignificant but if we cannot admit to something small and silly, how can you expect to admit an error when it is something more intense? I make mistakes, I have several times and I will continue to make them. In my BDSM life, my sex life, my vanilla life, my parenting, my work, my play… you get the idea, mistakes happen everywhere, all the time. Admitting to them, being held accountable for them, whoever small or severe the consequences is what keeps us learning and growing as individuals.

A Domme/Dom who cannot admit their mistakes, their potential errors is a dangerous thing. Someone can be perfect without attaining perfection, but someone claiming perfection without having failed is either incredibly lucky or lying to themselves. It takes once, one crack of the crop that is misplaced or too hard to create a potentially volatile situation. Not just for whomever is on the receiving end but also for the Dominant. It is hard to trust your strikes if you are not familiar with how someone will react. Learning the hard way can be difficult, and rough and just generally unpleasant but not learning, pretending everything was fine or that it was the subs fault (I have witnessed this sort of “explanation numerous times) is not benefiting a single person. You are not growing as a Domme and you may have created a situation where the sub is not willing to express their sexuality in the same way anymore.

I have encountered several situations in which I push too hard. I generally recognize them before any occurs but experience has taught me that. Lessons I previously learned. This is not to say every new experience should be light or carefully planned out (unless you work best that way). It means you should always approach with caution and recognise situation where a mistake is possible and work through it. A Domme, in my opinion, should never get sucked into the moment. They should always be in complete control of both themselves and their submissive. And if you make a mistake, you are willing to admit to it. Not during a scene, unless it is a red light sort of situation but afterwards, as part of your aftercare. “Sorry about that hit right there, it was a little off, you might find it hurts more than I meant it to. I will be more careful in the future…” something like that.

Anyway, those are my Domme Thoughts of the day 🙂 What would you like to hear either from your subs or Domme or partner when a mistake is made? When is the best time for you to hear or share the mistake?

À bientôt,

Ambre Jade

What a glorious Saturday! Though I had some problems sleeping last night, it ended up being an absolutely wonderful day.

My morning started rather early, trouble sleeping and all that. I gave up at 530 and got up, made myself a tea. Eventually I put some clothing on and made my way out of the house for an espresso. Taking my kindle with me to enjoy two hours of sitting on a terrace sipping coffee and reading, so many books to read, so little time. It has actually been a very long time since I last devoted that much time outside my bed to read. It was such a pleasure.

My brother was performing a matinée opera show in the afternoon. Nothing too fancy. That being said, it was great to finally see him perform. It reminded me of my youthful obsession with The Phantom of the Opera. Not the film but the original Canadian cast one. A childhood friend and I loved listening to it as children. Memories came flooding in. I was very young when listening to it. Less than ten. So that was a lovely trip down memory lane. I have been playing it in the background all evening.

Concert complete, we lunched, well slunched as it was after 4PM. Vietnamese. Absolutely delicious. I just love living in a city where any cuisine is available pretty well at my doorstep.

Finally getting to my front door, and guess who was waiting there for me? My gorgeous lover. After a few hours of our connecting for the first time this week (it’s been a long week let me tell you, but there are no visit while my son is home). I really have to write a post about how good the sex chemistry is between us. It’s epic really. Multiple orgasms are but the beginning. More on that, perhaps in this 30 Days of Domme Thoughts 🙂

To finish the day off, 90 minutes of weapons training at the park! Such a great way to end a day really devoted to things I enjoy. My post coitus/post workout face is a little ragged LOL. I did a lot today. It kind of knocked me out. I debated not posting this image as I look quite exhausted but Domme Thoughts is all about honesty so yeah, Dommes get tired too.

I was planning on ending my day doing session but I am well and truly toasted. With karate training camp coming up, I really have to make sure I am getting sufficient sleep. So that’s where I am off to now. Sleep and rest!

Hope you enjoyed this Saturday in my life.

À bientôt,

Ambre Jade