| Domme Dietrich of Manhattan: whip. You: horse. |
Hei-yo, Slaveboy... Away!on the exquisite appositeness of female equestrianism... with a bit in every male mouth PERHAPS NO SINGLE ACT more poetically symbolizes the proper and emerging relationship between women and males than in as rider and pony. I invite any and all males who understand their need for the rein to apply humbly for membership in my growing stables. Among my specialties is a talent for assisting established gentlemen in the transition from an untutored yahoo, burdened with substantial financial assets and a complex, multinational portfolio, into a penniless but useful, and even articulate, pony. 
THE MORE SUCCESSFUL or powerful a man is, for some reason, the more he longs to don the saddle and the bit, and place the cruel whip in my pretty hand. To me, the male is not a human pony. He is an inarticulate Mr. Ed, and with this difference: Mr. Ed was a horse, and had no choice in the matter. The male, under my irresistible and firm guidance, chooses to become a beast of burden. Oh, yes: I have asked many males if they want freedom — or the spur and the branding iron. They always choose "spur and branding iron." Oh, yes -- the branding iron.... — Domme Dietrich Dane Home, horsie! |
