C is for Cleavage

Mona Darling
C is for Cleavage

C is for Cleavage

Cleavage. The great equalizer. Man or woman. Gay or straight. We have ALL made idiots of ourselves over cleavage at one point or another. If you tell me you haven’t, I will assume you have done something so entertainingly horrific over cleavage that you are still in court ordered therapy for it.

Because if Jane Mansfield and Sophia Loren can create this masterpiece of inappropriate staring, then imagine the scene common humans like us create every day.

In the dungeon, I wear my cleavage like a weapon. Fredricks of Hollywood helps me raise my well worn milk makers to new heights creating a monument to boobs everywhere. I play a mean game of “I Dare You To Look” with my cleavage and my whip hand.

And boys lose every time.

Of course, in the dungeon, it’s a consensual game. I put my cleavage out there, and they gladly pay the price for a peek.  And truthfully, it’s a sad day when they are so well trained that they can resist looking.

In real life, cleavage has its ups and downs. (Heh. See what I did there?) Ever been in a job interview where you realize your interviewer is paying more attention to your ladies then what is coming out of your mouth? Or plucked the boobs up out of your armpits and pulled your shirt down tight against your bra innocently making the most of your cleavage while the highway patrol is taking that long, slow stroll up to your window? Or arrive in a strange town only to realize that the dress you brought to wear to a wedding that evening no longer covers your, new, larger, pregnancy/progesterone boobs?

What is your relationship with your cleavage? Friends? Or Enemies?


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Mona Darling spent close to twenty years as an A-list professional dominatrix before becoming a D-list mommy blogger. After spending many years traveling the world being told that she is fabulous, she now spends her days being told she doesn’t drive fast enough by her five-year-old son. She is also a sex positive life coach and enjoys helping people live a full and happy life embracing all their quirks and fetishes. She also helps couples strengthen their relationships by learning about and understand each others quirks and fetishes.


  1. kittyn
    May 7, 2012 at 5:04 pm

    YAY late response! (I’m good at that, have ya noticed?)
    I wish I had cleavage, Unfortunately, my boobs like being little enough that no amount of push upping, or cheater bra usage, or even corsets have managed to make them have this awesome thing -sigh-. The male likes them though, which is good enough, even if they sadden me sometimes. The clothes I could fill if only…
    I’ll very happily ogle any that walks by though ^.~

  2. eddie
    April 22, 2012 at 9:44 am

    I love cleavage.

  3. Judith
    March 27, 2012 at 1:02 pm

    Just wanna tell you I found this post fascinating and I’ll be pinning this on pinterest!

  4. Jenn [ Crippled Girl ]
    March 27, 2012 at 5:33 am

    ahhh Progesterone. That magically little pill that makes me fly off the handle, eat like a pig, and has added at least half a cup size to the girls. 😛

  5. JustHeather
    March 26, 2012 at 11:18 am

    Oh, I think my relationship with my cleavage is a bit of friends and enemies. I know my hubby loves my breasts and I love him loving them, but sometimes I do wish they’d be a bit smaller. With this pregnancy, they are only getting bigger and bigger and I HATE bra shopping. Mostly because I don’t like underwires and I have the hardest time finding something that is comfortable for me. It also looks like I desperately need to head to the bra shop yet again because these ladies have grown even more int he last two weeks! LOL