Barbie has a whip, Ken


   The equable superiority
   of Princess Bridgette

In an age of increasing female dominance, few images call to mind the old stereotype of womanly submission more than that of the Hooters Girl — which, as one former employee of the chain observed, offers some of the best training a young woman can find for building patience, quick hands, and a sense of humor.

Enter Princess Bridgette, who couldn't help but notice how many of her customers seemed to have their eyes, and even their nostrils, fixated on her pretty little tennis shoes and musky stockings. It wasn't long until she started allowing them the honor of groveling for a few licks and kicks, sponsoring her dates, and thanking her for the privilege.

After the transition, there still exists a server-servant relationship, of sorts — but a much more powerful one, and jujitsued in a more appropriate direction.

After watching several of her clips, and chatting (as it were, via email) briefly over just a few days, we developed a strong sense that this is a major personality, a woman made to dominate males.

On the one hand, particularly in chatting about domination per se, Princess Bridgette exudes a growing awareness, excitement, and even awe at her own powers.

Unjaded, she seems to make new discoveries, even within a given session, about the extent to which she can drive males — even powerful, sophisticated males — to do pretty much whatever she wants.

In short, as she puts it, "I really am 19." Ambitious and talented, to be sutre, she's nevertheless not so "used to it all" that she can't let out an appreciative giggle, effervescing into full, cruel laughter, as she watches grown men crawl after her in slavish devotion.

On the other hand, particularly for her years, she is cool and objective towards the world of males in general and slaves in particular. There is little or none of the faux anger or gratuitous bitchiness in her demeanor — Princess Bridget stirs her drink with ice.

This observation may reveal as much about my standards as about anything else — but, very well, it stikes me as much more appropriate for a woman this beautiful, and interesting, to have a certain sang froid. Dominance is confident; ownership, an attitude.

Indeed, Princess Bridget is a very different physical type, but in her movements, she brings to mind the demeanor of Lauren Bacall. (Add a sardonic edge to PB's Grace Kelly bearing, and the picture will just about be complete.)

Princess Bridgette remains a work on progress — her own hand painting her own canvas. Which is part of why it's so interesting, yet also daunting, to make her acquaintance at this time — but already, a great work of art is she. One is tempted to warn readers; but why bother? Meet Princess Bridgette, and submit to her awful loveliness and the greatness of her becoming.



Likes and dis-es

DieForHer.com: Nieman Marcus — or Sotheby's?
Princess Bridgette: Nieman Marcus... I like shopping, and auctions can be a bit tiresome.

DieForHer.com: Dwayne Wade, or Charles Barkley?
Princess Bridgette: Neither! Ew.

DieForHer.com: Gun, knife, or poison?
Princess Bridgette: Hmmm, difficult. Damn...depends on the poison, I guess!

DieForHer.com: Non-fiction: The Disposable Male, or Why Women Should be Rule the Word
Princess Bridgette: The Disposable Male.

DieForHer.com: Private jet — or slow train ride?
Princess Bridgette: Private jet. Wow... that was an easy choice.

DieForHer.com: Well, we meant in one of those romantic compartments. Like an old Hitchcock movie.
Princess Bridgette: Okay, well, I'll still take the jet.

DieForHer.com: Wedding — or funeral?
Princess Bridgette: Mmmm, wedding. (Got one of those to attend this weekend, as a matter of fact.)

DieForHer.com: Who's your least favorite person on the planet? If he or she were in your apartment tonight, and there were "no rules," what would happen to them?
Princess Bridgette: Tom Cruise. And I'd have him tied up with his legs spread and unable to close them. Then...

Princess Bridgette on
Dominance and fetish
( Continued in part two... )

Footboys, pantyhose slaves, and
More — from Princess Bridgette