To the ticking of the clock, the cracking of the whip

Today, while enjoying a tasty Hendrick at 3rd St Coffee (warning, will open a MySpace page) I was asked what I was eating. I replied, "The Hendrick." Then explained the lucious olive-y, cheesy, vegetably goodness that is this sandwich. Oh, and it is good.

But as conversations are wont to do, the tide turned, and we discussed our lives. She offered me her card, with the warning that it had the itinerary from a workshop she had attended on the back. A BDSM workshop.

And then I kinda loved her a little more than I already did just for her willingness to ask about my sandwich.

She brought up the term "hypnodomination." One I hadn't heard before, but could easily guess the meaning.

How cool is that? I mean really. It might not necessarily have been my bag before, but I love the idea of being able to tantalize the mind of anyone (because let's face it, I am the luscious goodness), and to do it through hypnosis? Wowza. Fun times.

That's all, just been thinking about that and admiring the business card with such fun phrases as "Flogging--An introduction" scrawled on the back in lovely, choppy handwriting.