Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean
Jack ate all the lean,
Joan ate all the fat.
The bone they picked it clean,
Then gave it to the cat


For whatever reason, lean was the only kind of meat Jack could eat.
And his wife could only consume whatever sort of fatty meat they were having.

If Joan or Jack had married someone who only ate what they did, a lot of the meat they had would have been wasted.
Because Jack only fared on what his wife did not–and vice versa: By working together, none of the meat they had went for naught.

In My exquisite, extensive, exciting experiences, one size never has and never will fit all comers.
No matter what they genuinely offer up, no subbie is a fine fit for any and all Dominants.
And despite what anybody says, writes, thinks, feels, assumes, declares, guarantees, or whatever–irrespective of what They bring to the table, the dungeon, or the play room, there is not, and cannot be, one Dominant, or genre of Dominant who will be perfect for all the kinds of subs there are.

And BTW- Jack and Joan need a lesson in animal care.  Perhaps they need a spanking or better yet a cat’o’nine tails whipping  to remind them that cats are superior creatures.

That’s right! Lose yourself & Find your way in OUR EMERALD EYES!