"You want...to cut...the pattern...
You
want...to cut...the pattern...
It's
very, very hot...take off your clothes...
It's
very, very hot...take off your clothes...
Get
on your hands and knees...
Get
on your hands and knees...
Cut
the pattern naked...
Cut
the pattern naked..."
--Lee,
a Darklady Webcam Watcher
Suddenly
I'm all domestic.
I'm sewing: a kimono, two pair of trousers, and a doublet.
That's pretty damn domestic in my opinion. Good to see
the years I suffered in Home
Ec back in middle and high school didn't go to waste
just because I became a sex writer.
Of
course, I'm sewing the garments for my lover. My Master.
The man with whom I'm engaged in a 24/7 D/s relationship
that no sane human being who knows either of us would
likely have predicted.
The
important thing is that I'm sewing.
OK.
I'm naked and sewing. Naked and in front of the webcam.
But I'm sewing, see? It's all about bringing the wholesome
goodness of the domestic arts to the American audience.
Sex sells. If you want to teach an autistic child, you
find out their fascination, their obsession. Then you
capitalize on it. America has a short attention span
and I have a webcam.
Thus,
I sew naked. Sometimes. Sometimes I'm wearing clothes
because, let's be honest, not many people can go around
the house naked all the time even when they have the
option. I have the option. But sometimes it's just more
fun, more sensible and more socially acceptable to wear
clothing.
Ultimately,
I like variety. So I pursue my dark domestic arts and
crafts in front of the webcam naked, semi-nude, fully
clothed--however the Muse directs me to dress or undress
at the moment, subject to change without notice. If
I could stretch the cord into the kitchen I would share
the magic that it hoards.
I would prepare tuna casserole (every Catholic girl
has a tuna casserole recipe), wash dishes, feed that
cat, or even mop. Yes, the might and wonder of the Internet
knows no bounds and its ability to bring sensuality
to the most mundane activity is beyond question. This
fact became clear to me after I received
e-mail from a viewer who had spent 15 minutes watching
me floss my teeth.
"I received
e-mail from a viewer who had spent
15
minutes watching me floss my teeth."
He
admitted that even he was shocked to have found it so
absorbing. Imagine what the intensity of the moment
might have grown to had I gargled. Viewers might well
have asked the eternal question, "Will she spit or will
she swallow?"
Yes,
suddenly domesticity is sexy--as long as there's a high-speed
connection, a fast refreshing webcam and a voyeuristic
audience hungry to peek
into the bedrooms, living rooms, bathrooms and any other
rooms inhabited by pretty girls willing to flash some
flesh. Perhaps I'll introduce naked knitting, nude lead
miniature painting, or lingerie-adorned classic literature
readings in the future. Amsterdam may well have many
of its sex workers advertising their wares behind shop
windows but even that wild variety can't touch the untamed
nature available to the Internet's Cam Generation. We've
brought the world full circle. They'll arrest you for
peeking in the next-door neighbor's window to watch
her do her ironing naked. But she'll let you do it for
free (or for a reasonable monthly membership fee) if
you visit her website.
Now
that I'm all domestic and everything, I guess it means
I'll have to start ironing. And you know what hot, sweaty
business that can be.
