New Hope, PA

Today I hung out with a friend who paid someone else to torture him (gasp! the horror) as he finished up his tattoo. It was nice to finally put a face to a name, as he had been seeing Tony of the Lion's Den II for over a year to work on his various pieces. I read poetry in the lobby making fun of all the flash in my mind, until finally the conversation in the back brought me behind swinging doors. Politics. Economics. Revolution. Where is it? I liked Tony a lot; balls to the wall guy I can drink with and discourse. Although, I guess we got a little too passionate about the topic of conversation at the expense of the poor friend. I've never been tattooed, but I can only imagine it gets rougher when the artist is also vehemently opposed to corporate bailout co-existing with holiday bonuses and lavish parties, oh and forced foreclosure in Detroit. I am quite the sadist.

On the wall, there was a photocopy of an article from Good Housekeeping 1955 entitled "How to be a Good Wife". It ruffled my feminist feathers, but if you just replace "wife" with "slave" it pleases the Mistress--a later post to follow.

Afterward we went to Le Chateau Exotique where I got my braided flogger from last year. It was a little amusing to me to see brands like Syren and Stockroom tucked away in this tiny cottage-style of a store in a small, artsy town. This store definitely rivals Los Angeles in terms of quality and quantity of toys, media and fetish wear. There was another braided flogger I had never seen before, where the tails were flat braided rather than a round shape. Consider it on my wishlist. my friend offered good advice going into a kinky store where sensual overload is bound to occur and wanting nearly every beautiful, torturous implements: ask the staff what you can't find any where else.

Put Me on on your wishlist

I was very flattered today when danni of Pandemos told me that she put me on her wishlist.

Enjoying . . .

Eighteen year old Scotch. I think I found my new drink. I like fine things.

The Tickle Bean

Today my friend M. came over with his latest toy. He constructed an apparatus to securely strap down a willing victim's feet while she is comfortably reclined on a large bean bag chair. I admired the craftmanship while simultaneously making fun of his retro pre-teen furniture. Right now the feet are secured via handcuffs, resting on a covered memory foam pillow, but this makes for a bit of movement. Therefore I suggested making stocks instead. He is hard at work making the adjustments.

I must say, I really enjoy tickling men, especially when it is coupled with painful torture, usually CBT. I find the contrast so tantalizing.

Hard Candy movie review

Ever since Juno, I have had a crush on Ellen Page. I have had Hard Candy on my must-see list for awhile and I finally watched it this week.

In short, "Hayley" is my fourteen year old spirit-teenager. I love strong, intelligent, diabolical female characters. Hayley thinks that photographer Jeff is a pedophile and seeks to expose him and make him confess his crimes over a day of interrogation, verbal humiliation and my favorite, CBT, or more specifically castration.

As the movie progresses Hayley continually mind-fucks Jeff, lying to him, getting him to confess his sins, in a vicious and tantalizing game.

This movie was a wonderful psychological thriller. What a relief that teenage girls are more capable then just picking out lip gloss and flirting with boys--they do just fine putting the pedal the medal torturing handsome young photographers too.

Yet another mainstream movie that has inspired me for an interrogation scene and let's not forget castration . . .

Did anyone catch this article?

There is so much information out there, it's hard to keep up with it all. I try to read political/news and sex worker blogs daily, as well as keep up with my favorite magazines Bitch and $pread. I just happened upon this article, My Life as a Naughty Boy by Joel Stein in Los Angeles magazine's October issue.

I've been stewing over this for about a week, trying to be understanding, trying to find some virtue, trying to find anything good about this article. I give up. What a sexist asshole!

First of all, what is the point of this article? He just gave himself license to go about town and try some kinda kinky things in town. Who cares? I'm not suggesting he go straight to needle play, but why does he find it necessary to belittle everyone he meets in the "naughty" side of Los Angeles? Secondly, all he did was go to a couple of stores, a couple of classes and one commercial dungeon. For some people, this is a normal week. There are so many other things going on in town, I really hope he did do other things, but they were edited out of the article. Third, he portrays the men in the article as successful business owners, while the women are described in physical terms, sometimes positively as "attractive" and other times as he degrades their appearances from escort to dominatrix to civilian.

Okay, okay, I get it, he's vanilla. He's just not that into this whole kinky thing. Does he really deserve my scorn?

Yes, Mr. Stein deserves my scorn for two reasons: 1) This article was poorly written; no focus, no audience, no information and 2) he poorly represents the kinky community in Los Angeles. The only informative pieces of this article were quotes from people within the industry.

Oh and fact-checker, "corporal" is short for corporal punishment which means pain through physical contact, not "yelling at people." Perhaps he meant verbal humiliation? And who is Mistress Soma? I think you meant Goddess Soma.

Spanksgiving!

This year I was thankful for spending a lovely Spanksgiving with my extended kinky family!

It was everything I had hoped for, deep fried turkey, pumpkin cheesecake, Beautiful Ladies and a foot massage. The party was so cool, a stray dog wandered into it. I was just so happy to be with my friends. That seems so trite, but really, days later, I'm still smiling about it. Kudos to the "newbies" who bravely bent over the spanking horse. Spanks to Mistresses Nina Sparks and Danielle for being such beautiful hostesses. Special spanks to missy sparks for serving me fruit with homemade ganache and having a cute tushie.

I loved the food, I loved the people; I loved the girl dancing circle, I loved the karaoke accompanied by ukulele and accordion.

Thanks everyone for making this my best Thanksgiving by far!

Voted Domina of the Week on Pandemos #3!

Wow, this is the third time I've been voted Domina of the Week on Pandemos. I must be doing something right.

Review of Foot Night

I realize I have not had someone spend as much time worshipping my feet as I would like. Is it ever enough? So I loved being able to get dressed up and have men worship my feet all night.

I ran into a lot Beautiful Ladies I have not seen in a long time. I really miss playing with other ladies and I relished the opportunity to trample with one of them.

Almost everyone I met was lovely and gracious, I wasn't sure what to expect from such an event, but was very pleased with the night. It was a lot of fun playing and chatting.

I will definitely be doing these in the future. I may even attend the Footnight in the OC on December 6th. I will keep you posted!

Attention Foot Lovers

Tonight you will be able to enjoy my pretty pedicured feet at LA Foot Night: Stockings & Stilettos


This is my first time and I'm looking forward to seeing some Beautiful Ladies I haven't seen in awhile. I hope to see you there!

Today is World Toliet Day

I shit you not.

The theme? We deserve better.

Bond and Ball busting

So why didn't anybody tell me about the amazing CBT and interrogation scene in Casino Royale?

I went to see a double feature of Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace the other night at the Arclight Dome. I've never been into Bond movies, but I liked Casino Royale well enough, especially when a naked Mr. Bond is made to set in a chair without a seat. Now what could be about to happen?

A large knotted rope swings to hit the free hanging Mr. Bond. Pain. Screams. Excitement. The latter was for me anyway. The rest of the audience was visibly disturbed at the extreme anguish this must be causing our beloved Bond, I excitedly gripped my date's arm and whispered, I must do this to someone.

I have a perfect chair and plenty of rope. I never gave much thought to interrogation scenes, but oh has that Brit inspired me!

Irréversible Movie Review

"Time destroys everything."

Like Memento and Pulp Fiction, this movie is not chronological, starting at the end and making it's way back to the beginning. The first part of the film is shot in a gay S&M club, Rectum, where you catch glimpses of various fun and debauchery. Be warned that the first part of this film is shot with a frequency of 28Hz (low frequency, almost inaudible), similar to the noise produced by an earthquake. In humans, it causes nausea, sickness and vertigo (compliments of imdb.com). The camera work is also very warped, moving around the club in a smooth, but nontraditional manner. However, the whole film is not like this and worth seeing once you get past this point.

The opening is one of the most brutal scenes I've seen on film. It's an interesting juxtaposition of consensual violence, S&M, and non-consensual violence, vengeance. You see the lives of Alex, her current boyfriend, Marcus, and her previous boyfriend Pierre before what happens in Rectum. The most noted is a ruthless rape scene that lasts for about ten minutes. Reading other reviews, many were horrified and disgusted by the length and brutality of the scene. Yet for some reason I was desensitized to it. I didn't care about the character being raped, she was barely on screen until you see scenes after of events that happened before the rape. But as the scenes scroll back from fucked-up and violent, you see tender scenes between Alex and Marcus in their apartment. Alex theorizes about the meaning of time and your eventually brought back to a place, wondering if she dreamed it all.

The first part of this movie is difficult to watch both for the content and manner in which its shot, but stick with it.


(I'm actually very interested to discuss this movie with someone. If you see it, drop me a line.)

Work I'm liking today . . .

Holiday season . . . I'm drowning in gift catalogs, but this snarky artist caught my eye.

Bed & Breakfast BDSM

I've fantasized about the possibility of opening (in the distant future) a bed & breakfast that served healthy, organic, raw/vegan/vegetarian food. And then have a rockin' barn-dungeon. What can I say? I love good food and kink. But as it turns out a Vendela Zane has her own Segreto Dello Zane BDSM B&B in Scranton, PA.

Well, I never thought I would want to go to Scranton, but I find myself drooling over her gourmet Italian menu and stunning equipment and rooms.

Bordello

I went to Bordello the other night for the first time in downtown LA to check out The Cousin Lovers who are quickly becoming my favorite local band. Bordello is a kind of comfy, resplendent hell. Painted bright red, black chandeliers adorn the ceiling, there is a separate sitting room filled with King Louis furniture; there is a more traditional night club look by the stage which is ornately decorated with gold and teal--I enjoyed the decor and people here quite a bit.

Hope

For the last month or so, I have been treated to a banner of this image hung from a second story of a house in my neighborhood. For the first time in a long time, I really do have hope for my country. Granted it has taken more than eight years for things to have gotten this bad, and it will take more than four to get us out of this quagmire, but I really do have hope again.



Best quote about the election, compliments of my dear friend Misstery: "So I'm all fucked up on pain killers and I wake up and I think its morning so I wonder why the kids are still here, but really its the middle of the night, and I don't know what's going on or where I am and then I hear Obama got elected and I think, is this really happening?"

Election Day

Discounts apply to those who can prove they voted today, beatings for those who don't. Well, for this crowd, I guess I should say exploitation of hard limits.

Please vote today.

Voting feels good!

You do what?

Back in h.s., my best friend O. bemoaned how on her recent trip to Europe, dressing in all black, goth and industrial clothing, someone asked her if she was a dominatrix. To which my friend B. responded, "What's a dominatrix?" We thought he was joking. He wasn't.

I'm going to see him tonight for the first time in almost ten years. I wonder if he ever found out . . .

***Update: He did. I'll leave it at that ;)

The Last Unicorn

A long time fantasy of mine has been to dress up like a unicorn, ever since Masque when I had wanted to make a unicorn mask. Delightfully, Prince Poppycock sang "The Last Unicorn" by America from the movie of the same name.

This Halloween, with the help of the talented and artistic Mistress Foxxy, I became a unicorn.

My first appearance as the Last Unicorn was at Club Hell. I was a stark white slender thing, moving among slick, shiny and black bodies. I towered. I glowed. I danced.

On Halloween, you could find the Last Unicorn at
Moonshadow. Swingers found me of particular interest. My friend Skot informed me a "unicorn" in the swinger scene meant a single female. Well. Wasn't I the double entendre! I entered the costume contest and held out to the last round of semi-finals, losing to the crowd's applause over a couple of bloody women in scrubs.

All Saint's Day found me at a private party with my friend S. dressed up like fairy. We had quite the fantasy world theme going on. Her blue wig and glitter, my unicorn head and shimmer, we were a hit. I was honored with the Best World of Warcraft costume! My prize? a rather long sword to brandish.

Halloween is over, but the unicorn lives on! Thank you everyone for all the fun and compliments. I think I will be exploring my newfound unicorn fetish in months to come.

Veronica Mars

I haven't had cable in over five years, so I'm a little delayed on what all the kids are watching these days. Rebekah Thorne introduced me to Veronica Mars, the series about a high school female detective working on small investigations and ultimately solving the murder of her best friend. We tried to play it cool, but I give up, I love this show. It's all too rare to find a strong, likable female character on television. and I dig her. She sticks to her convictions, doesn't take any shit and faced with the decision of siding with her friends or her dad, she sides with her father leading to isolation in her high school. I love her snarky, borderline verbal domination skills. I love that she stuck by her father and does whatever the hell she wants to do anyway. I love that she does some pretty gusty stuff for a teenager. I love the opening song, "We Used to be Friends" by Dandy Warhols.

Spanking . . .

You begin too light-hearted, joking with me, not being serious at all. I quickly move to change your attitude, demand respect and subservience. I put the thick rubber collar around neck and pull you by the o-ring. You apologize and bow your head. I instruct you to lay out all your toys on the ottoman. When you are done, I want you to bend over my lap. What implement of torture shall I use on you? There is my favorite red and black braided flogger, various weights, ropes, CBT devices, but looking at you, turned over on my lap, waiting in anticipation, I find no implement as perfect as my hand. THWACK! I start spanking you mercilessly, your skin turns pink, then red. I rake my nails over your tortured flesh, parallel, lines immediately emerge.

I find your facial expressions such a delight, I purposelly neglect to put on your spandex hood.

So many toys, so many boys, so little time . . .

Ear fetishist?

A few months ago I had a facial and as is customary, the facialist also massaged my arms and hands, then she moved on to my scalp--I was in "spa space" and nearly asked her to pull my hair. I resisted, but then she moved onto massaging my ears. I do not like massages, but her touch was strong and deeply erotic . . . to my ears? This went on for such a long time, I felt it was not part of the normal facial. I know there are pressure points in your ears and I'm sure that was part of it. However, no one person could be so dedicated massaging one's ears unless she herself derived some pleasure from it as well. Being the kinky arm chair fetishist I am, I wondered, does my facialist have an ear fetish? Moreover, because I am being reduced to a euphoria not often experienced during facials, am I also an ear fetishist?

I hadn't remembered her name or face, so I couldn't request her when I went to get another facial today, but at the end, I realized who she was as she began to massage my ears.

You learn something new every day.

New photo set in my new space

Latex . . . leather . . . velvet . . . soft skin . . . hair you will never touch . . . the cane . . my feet . . . my heels digging into your back . . . my flogger cutting into your skin--let's play!


Check out my new photos by Saryn Angel in the beautiful and discreet play space of my friend Mistress Nina Sparks. Her Hollywood location is also at my disposal. Hope to see you there soon!

It felt so wrong, it felt so right!

"This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to . . ."



My friend Skot invited me to be a part of a underwear fashion show at Moonshadow, a lesbian nightclub in NoHo. Never being one to turn down free panties, I accepted.

I checked out the designer, Andrew Christian, and was particularly excited by the promise of butt lifting technology, because who doesn't need an extra lift? Sexy black mesh panties, oh my. Some of his line is designed from fabrics made from bamboo. This kind of fabric is super soft, naturally antibacterial and renewable eco-friendly. The latter especially appealed to me, being the sexy environmentalist Domme that I am.

I figured we would just put on the goods and strut our stuff and pass out swag making us enormously popular amongst the Ladies on the dance floor. However, as I'm finishing getting dressed, I realize Andrew Christian's assistant is saying something about "booty shaking." My internal DJ turntables screeched to a halt. Excuse me? I am not a booty shaker! I start getting uncharacteristically nervous as I recall the newly reinstalled pole that is on the stage where we are supposed to strategically enter onto the dance floor. Katy Perry's song "I kissed a Girl" begins playing in my head . . . I pulled myself together and did what I do best, spanking booty!

So thank you to Andrew Christian for proving such lovely underwear and thank you Ladies for letting me spank your booty, saving me from shaking my own ;)

Aural Sex--my brain crush on Midori continues

Sometimes I wish I wrote a more political blog, where I could rant and rave about all these ridiculous things going on, but I try to curtail this blog to topics relating to BDSM and my activities as a pro-domme.

But seriously, what is with Sarah Palin?

I was listening to Morning Becomes Eclectic , my favorite morning radio show as it contains actual news and great music, not some stupid morning crew talking about whatever celebrity is in jail or whatever hot intern they used to have, and they were talking about Palin's affect on the polls. Apparently, there has been a shift of white women voters toward the Republicans. I damn near crashed my car. But I think they are counting their eggiweggs a little too soon, since single women are one of the largest demographics to not actually vote.

Here's another feminist's opinion, Gloria Steinam's op-ed in LA Times on Palin.

But on to one of my favorite women. On Wednesday, I went to Midori's class on aural sex at the Pleasure Chest. Not my first pick, but the only one I could get to this week. This is my fourth Midori class, the others were CBT, erotic humiliation and body harness workshop. Although I consider myself pretty well-versed in erotic story telling and sexy voice modulation--I am after all a poet, I think this class served well for most people. We are all so goddamn busy busy and mechanical and secretive and typiety type! Slow down, tell your lover exactly what you want.

Midori is also offering other classes at this luxury store I never knew about, Coco de Mer. They have some really lovely items, but the kinky bibliophile that I am truly loves their collection of vintage erotica!

She is always such a pleasure, and I highly recommend her workshops from novice to expert. I wish I could reach more novices to attend her classes because she is just so warm and funny as an instructor. (I assume if you are reading this, you are at least a little bit dirty and kinky :) But what really amused me about this class was her suggestion to use "Palin" as a safe word! I damn near fell off my chair! Really, she suggested to use Palin as a verb for something terrible, much like Dan Savage's "santorum".

Oh Midori, I have a brain crush on your delightfully dirty and intelligent ways!

Are we on a first name basis?

And the correct answer is: No, Ms. Justine.

The Altered Eye

Last night I attended Alex Storm's show, The Altered Eye, at the Cella Gallery in North Hollywood. It was the first time I had the pleasure of seeing Alex's work in a gallery. I must say I felt the photographs he chose to display were particularly strong and an excellent representation of his work. Alex photographs artistic nudes and BDSM/fetish scenes, so of course there were some of LA's kinksters about the show some of whom have modeled for him. I think it is difficult to photograph the female nude, but I believe Alex does this well and I thoroughly enjoyed his images.

I hope we can work together soon!

Where is my O.?

I have fantasies of making a male my perfect little pet, whether I decide to make him my whipping post or my toilet or my slave, he is always the willing participant in whatever I want him to do. I want him to suck my cock. I want to fuck him up the ass. I want to completely and utterly humiliate him. I want to call him names. I want to make him suck real cock. I want to throw him into a room blindfolded and not tell him how many people are there or what shall be done to him. I want to make him my O. I want him to wait on my every need, every anticipated need. I want him to be the perfectly trained pet I bring to parties, to fetch me drinks, take care of my coat, the valet, to be my personal servant. He waits on his knees until I pull my finger through the metal O of his collar to rise and I whisper into his ear what I desire. I want to make him feel uncomfortable. I want to find out what makes him nervous and exploit it and award him for his venture. I want him to take accupressure and massage classes to better serve me. I want him to accompany me shopping and hold heavy things. When he pleases me, I will reward him by letting him lick my feet. When he displeases me, I will punish him by making him lick the cat litter off my feet. I want him to be my human dildo. He will be bound hand and foot as I use him as I see fit.

Club Hell, finally

After months of ditching and flaking out on Club Hell, I finally went. Wow. It was beautiful, spacious and hot! I saw some of my favorite ladies I haven't seen in awhile, and I spoke to Mistress Nina Sparks' submissive, Elaynna Sparks for a good portion of the night. What a lovely lady!

As usual, I fell brutally in love with all the aerialists. However, I've found the secret to their power, a local class in Culver City that I'm drooling over. Stay tuned for Ms. Justine learning a whole new set of ropes!

I loved the way the play stations were set up, even though it was very open, they still seemed intimate and not institutionalized. There was some pretty intense needle play that scared my date, feathers mohawking out of a man's skull. Ooh!

Mistress Melissa, ever intense, brought a whole new level to her play as she lit her floggers on fire and florentined the beautiful submissive ladies on stage.

What a night. I will definitely be coming back.

Mistress Erin leaves town

It seems like just the other day we were playing in Mistress Nina Sparks' space, going out and causing trouble, and her giving me special lap dances, craftily removing my glasses with her legs. Sigh. While I roam these streets with such a bunch of foxes, I will miss my red-headed five feet of fury and am especially jealous that she will not have to put up with 2am bullshit as she makes her way in the city of New Orleans. I'm planning on passing through on Halloween for some costume and BDSM shenanigans. Also to visit this guy. Don is an old friend, excellent photographer and amazing fetish wear maker. I can't wait for the beignets!

Double your pleasure, double your fun

I am pleased to announce that I am now available for doubles (or triples, etc, the possibilities are endless!) with my fellow Ladies in Black, the lovely Mistress Rebekah Thorne (formerly Mistress Lola of the Dominion) and Mistress Erin.

Please contact us to make a special appointment.

Domming out in the vanilla world

Over the weekend I headed out of town for some much needed R&R with a plethora of "vanilla" friends. They have no idea what a pervert I am, and I rather relish in my deception. We'll see how long that lasts though since being surrounded by so many cute boys, I wanted to slap and tickle them all. Well, that's what I say and it's true, I would start out that way, but then once I get going, before you know it, you're tied up in elaborate bondage with electrodes on your balls and a dildo up your ass--but I digress.

Anyway, I couldn't contain myself anymore and went up to a boy and pulled his hoodie over his head, pulling the strings down tight over his face. He laughed, saying well I can just pull this off my head. I said, Oh yeah? and quickly used the strings to tie his hands together in front of his face, which gave me perfect access to . . . his armpits!!!! Muahahahahha. I promptly went in for the kill. He thought it was all fun and games until he realized that in about five seconds I had quite effectively tied his hands up and it was useless to escape. He exclaimed, Wait! You really tied me up! Ahh!!! And then I found his belly button. He went down! After tickling him on the floor a few times and resisting my urge to kick him, I untied him and thanked him for being a good sport. I went downstairs to find another willing victim.

Downstairs was the Firefighter. Oh lordy how I would love to do more than just tickle him. I crack my fingers and go in to tickle his sides, and inexplicably, as though he reads my kinky mind, bends over! Well, how could I let this perfect ass go to waste? and I start spanking him! Perfection. I love spanking manly men. Those who have lives that involve weightlifting and protein shakes, those that involve board meetings of which they control--men who are usually in control of their lives, and then they give that control to me. I have to stop myself before I get too carried away . . .

The rest of the night passed by without kinky incident. There was almost some ball busting/CBT when a boy tried to get into the hot tub with a bunch of ladies who were sans bikinis, but much to my disappointment he decided to leave to play ping pong.

Sigh. Another night, another firefighter. How was your weekend?

New and updated website

After months of hard work, I am pleased to announce my newly designed website! Still some tweaking to be done, but I am very happy with the new design by (web) Mistress Foxxy. I especially love my new gallery and I hope to have some new pictures soon. Let me know what you think.

New ad on Eros

I've updated my ad on
Eros that reflects my current interests. View on your knees.

New space

I will be playing at Jessica Kane's, a well-equipped space in Downtown Los Angeles. I hope my regulars will enjoy playing with me in my new location and I hope to meet some new devotees. See you at the rack!

Leaving the Dominion

After careful consideration, I have decided to leave the Dominion effective immediately. Stay tuned for my new location!

Spam?

Please adjust your filters to ensure that e-mails from me do not get into your spam folder.

Also, I answer ALL e-mails within 24 hours and usually less, unless I am out of town which will be noted on my calendar If you do not get a response, I did not get the e-mail, please resend or contact me another way.

Estelle Getty dies

Golden Girls is my absolute favorite show and I was very saddened to hear about the death of Estelle Getty who played Sophia. You can read her New York Times obit here

Some of my favorite Golden Girls quotes relating to BDSM: (this is just a paraphrase from my sick twisted mind, to be revised later once I go back to the actual episode)

(Dorothy's old high school friend comes back into town and just beat her in arm wrestling.)
Trudy: How does it feel to have your butt whipped?
Blanche: Well, sometimes I find it strangely tittilating . . .

(Rose is upset the girls won't let her keep a dog)
Blanche: If it's companionship you want, why don't you just get a man?
Rose: I just want to come home and play fetch!
Blanche: You can get a man to do that.


(Rose places an ad for Dorothy in the personals section by accident stating that she will do anything for $8/hour. Guys start coming over, very excited . . .)
Dorothy: I'm just very surprised to see you coming here, I thought I would be coming to you.
Toto: That's the way it works in the future, when I get my video camera back from the shop.
Dorothy: What kind of work will I be doing for you, Mr. . .?
Toto: Toto.
Dorothy: Mr. Toto
Toto: No Mr. just Toto. I'm Toto and you're Dorothy. At least for the next $8.
Rose: Dorothy, you own me an apology. Your ad is right here.
Dorothy: This is in the personal section! It says I will do anything for $8/hour. Its right below an ad that reads: History professor seeks non-smoking Oriental woman into Wesson oil and bears a resemblance Florence Henderson.
Toto: Is that signed Doug?
Dorothy: Yes.
Toto: I know him. He's a sick man.


Blanche: Rose, Ted's coming over later and I don't want that dog making a big mess, he's already been into my personal things.
Rose: Well, maybe we should get him some rubber toys.
Blanche: They do seem to be his preference.


(An off-duty cop makes an arrest in the girls' apartment.)
Cop: I don't have any handcuffs on me!
(Everyone looks at Blanche.)
Blanche: Oh! Okay, I'll get mine.


Blanche: Well, that's a tour of my home, Madam Zelda.
Madam Zelda: Did a nurse die in this house?
Blanche: No, why do you say that?
Madam Zelda: I am getting strong visions of a woman in a nurse's uniform, writhing and screaming whilst a man leans over her.
Blanche: Well, if that was last Wednesday, it was me and the man I'm currently dating, but it was a French maid's uniform.

Dorothy: Ma, if you don't start listening to the doctor's orders, I'm going to tell on you.
Sophia: Oh, what is he going to do? Spank me?
Blanche: Tell him to stop by my room.

(Note: I'm very upset that I somehow missed the Golden Girls Gone Wild art show, but you can view the images here.)

Blogroll

I've been meaning to do this for a long time. There are so many other talented writers in the sex industry, I enjoy reading what they have to say. Oh, the internet. It controls the way I market myself as a pro-domme as it does for most other people involved in the industry. I can't imagine what it was like before! For better or for worse, I feel lucky that I can be exposed to the thoughts and playing styles of so many different people in the industry. I admire them and unfortunately do not read them enough or even know about many blogs that I should be reading. So today I listed many blogs of note, some are pretty well known, some I have read, and others I want to read. I expect to make edits and additions as I spend even more time on my computer doing kinky things.

On a side note, a lot of people have mentioned the Showtime show, Secret Diary of a Call Girl based on the blog of Belle du Jour. (Name taken from a rather unexciting movie about a housewife turned prostitute.) I haven't seen it, but heard she got some lessons from a Domme ;) How is it?

Unconscious

I can't tell you much about this Spanish film without totally giving it away as it is a detective story but, trust me, it's got all your favorites, BDSM, kink, taboo and Freud. I highly recommend it; it was hilarious, tender and intelligent.

Ain't No Pain like Champagne!

A friend invited me to a party at the beach for 4th of July along with other very attractive ladies. I love that since I have moved to LA, I tend to arrive with Beautiful Ladies en masse. This time one of the Beautiful Ladies brought her accordian and played Dresden Dolls' Coin-Operated Boy in the limo.

Entering the house, I saw my future my coffee table. A beautiful mannequin dressed like a dominatrix with a glass topper. I never envied a coffee table's boots before.

It was just such a pleasant day, going down to the beach and frolicking in the waves, drinking Dom Perignon and eating this amazing soul food. I'm not really a mac'n'cheese kinda gal, but this was superb.

Also, I fell in love with a band, Dropjoy from San Diego, who played a set. It's been so long since I've seen a really great modern rock'n'roll band that wasn't a regurgitation of every thing I've ever seen since I was going to shows in junior high. Oh, Dropjoy, why are you so far away from me!

I'm not a fan of fireworks, but I walked down to the beach to view them with my friends. We sang the Star-Spangled Banner which gave me mixed feelings. Great song, we knew all the words--why can't I feel that way anymore? I'm sad to say this is not the land of the free, possibly for some of the brave, but certainly not free.

But to end on a pleasant note, Cousin Lovers closed out the night. I love the fiddle. It took all my strength not to scream out my request for Devil went Down to Georgia, but a love song was dedicated to us, all the Beautiful Ladies on the couch.

Thank you everyone for such a lovely 4th of July!

Masque

This was my first time attending Masque. I must say, I really enjoyed this event. What an excellent idea to have a "black-tie" fetish event dinner show. I love good food, entertainment and kinky beautiful people.

Prior to this event, I got into my head that I really wanted to be a unicorn, but decided it was too complicated to do well with such a short amount of time. For now I decided to go like Audrey Hepburn from Breakfast at Tiffany's, very classic with a simple black dress and a black pearl necklace.

Imagine my surprise when the ringmaster/MC Prince Poppycock burst out into song: The Last Unicorn! One of my favorite childhood animations and the music is so enchanting as well. During a performance, I find the Prince at the bar and tell him how much I loved his rendition of The Last Unicorn and how I wanted to be a unicorn. He told me that he was looking for someone to be a unicorn but we agreed that is a pretty difficult costume to pull off properly. Oh, Poppycock, I want to be your last unicorn!

Domina of the week on Pandemos #2

I have been chosen as Domina of the week on Pandemos again! (June 22-June 29)

I see L.A. as a beautiful blonde with dirty underwear*

I had a delightful time with my best-friend O. who came in from out of town. She is the Blonde to my Brunette, a fellow Tallsie, my partner in crime--when we get together there is bound to be trouble and jealous girlfriends.

It was only her second time in LA and it was uncharacteristically hotter than balls, so we eat lots of ice cream and go to the beach. I finally get to try the strange flavors of Scoops like Jim Beam and vanilla; cardamom and goat cheese and lavender. We admire the many boys of bicycles riding about the street.

She was quite amused at my newest slave who did his best to please us by cleaning and taking care of the litter box.

We go out to a bar and an extremely annoying guy starts talking to us. I'm hoping this drunk slovenly bastard will go away and then he asks me what I do so I tell him I'm a Dominatrix. He immediately gets front and center (interesting how that happens), asking me questions about it, saying he could offer me a spot on his show in exchange for spanking him for an hour. Really? O. jumps in and acts like my agent, asking how many hits it gets etc., but obviously this would boost his ratings more than mine and why would I want to spank you on a internet radio show? This is such a strange thing about LA, it is so about what I can do for you and what you can do for me. I have yet to have someone offer me anything worth my time.

O. has taken some BDSM/fetish photos for me before and I'm hoping we could shoot together again. She also did this wonderful animated illustration of one of my photos. She is so wonderfully gifted, but her time was too short for this trip and it was too blasted hot to do a photo shoot. Instead, she took lots of pictures of my cat and my toys. Cats love BDSM toys. It's true.

After grabbing some sushi, we walk down the end of the pier in Venice. There are lots of people fishing at night. A man stops, stares and shouts after us, Whoa! Are you two ladies Brazilian?


(*David Boreanaz)

I'm back in LA

Most days I'm not really sure I like LA--there's a lot of traffic, flaky people and concrete. But here's what I like about LA--there's no humidity and no bugs. I missed my cats, my ladies and my favorite kinky people.

Adventures in New Jersey

The day I arrive, a heat wave occurs pushing temperatures into the high nineties with equal humidity. I proceed to crash, waking, drinking a pina colada and go for a swim. It's a surprise birthday party. There's a pinata. I say, I have a blindfold! Someone shoots me a look and says, Are you sure it's scene appropriate?

Later, I go to a camping store to fit me for a harness to go rock climbing. One passes a certain point where everything becomes a sex or BDSM toy. I'm very excited to be in this harness testing it out in the store, hanging from a strong nylon tie from an I-beam in the ceiling, I start flipping over, imagining myself to be an aerialist.

Over dinner, I tell my date I will pee on him later that night. He gets visibly excited until he notices my side of asparagus . . .

Thank you!

I have been meeting so many lovely people in my BDSM life smushing into my "vanilla" life, and I just wanted to say thank you!

Bound to be Free ~ Book Review

I have read many books about BDSM and I find many of them sadly lacking. Two reasons exist for sub par BDSM literature, first, these books are written by someone who is first a BDSM practitioner and second, a writer. While a person may be very knowledgeable in his/her field, it does not mean that person possesses the unique skill to convey that information eloquently. Second, it is very difficult, if not impossible to learn BDSM practices from a book, which is written for the general public who may know nothing about BDSM. I imagine publishers of a book that could end up in anyone's hands would prefer to err on the side of caution, meaning one will only read about the most basic of BDSM practices. Also, no one in the scene currently playing will be wont to give out "industry secrets" and want to protect the identity and activities of their submissives/slaves.

Having said all that, I still dutifully read these books in hopes I might find some useful information or could recommend it to others. I think Bound to be Free is one of the best books I have read on the subject for several reasons.

First, Bound to be Free is written by two people; one a long-time member of the community and the second a doctor who is interested in BDSM from a clinical standpoint. I feel that this combination does well to give a well-rounded description of what BDSM is and why people do it.

Second, this book is not a how-to manual. Instead it focuses on the history, why people are drawn to it and various opinions of individuals in the scene. There are anecdotes from submissives, Switches and Doms of all genders and sexualities. They give their opinions on the scene, roles, stigmas, problems etc.

Some of the information is outdated in regards to the kind of groups in the Bay Area or how to find a play partner--most people are now using the internet and play parties/bars/clubs as their meeting grounds.

I would recommend this book to anyone who is interested in BDSM, especially as a novice. This is the first book you should read before getting into manuals. However, I also believe that long-time practitioners would benefit as well since it does such a good job about breaking down why we like this stuff! Might I add that this is also a superb book for kinksters to get their vanilla lovers into BDSM since it presents the subject in a matter of fact light without judgment or stigma. If your Mom accidentally stumbles upon your whips and handcuffs, give her this book so she can understand that you are not nuts.

Currently accepting slave applications

I am currently looking for a slave. I am not looking for a 24/7, live-in situation. I desire someone who can be at my beck and call. Someone who enjoys domestic servitude and proper tea service. Someone who enjoys being a handyman around my house and detailing my car. Someone who can quickly and efficiently organize and clean my home. Someone who enjoys shopping and pampering visits to the salon. Someone who relishes in the pleasure of serving a Mistress and expects nothing other than the privilege of serving her.

He would have to commit to being able to serve me at least once a week for a few hours. I am very busy--I do not expect to be able to see someone several times a week. He should be expected to serve me and be willing to serve my lady friends.

Impeccable references are needed to be allowed into my home.

If you are interested in being considered for such a position, write me a letter telling me about yourself, your experiences as a slave, references and any other information you consider pertinent for my review.

Ma'am?

Why has everyone been calling me ma'am recently? Am I old? Are we in the South?

I know you may be nervous, but it's usually best to address me and any other Domme for that matter, as Mistress, unless she specifically instructs you otherwise.

Work I'm liking today

I came across Samantha Hahn on one of my favorite "vanilla" websites, Design Sponge. I really dig her style. I want to put in my bedroom, my bathroom and my cross-dressers' room. Unfortunately the patterns that I like the most are not up for sale right now, but I'll wait. I particularly love the patterns of women, bicycles and shoes. It's so my style, classic, yet still modern and somehow sexy. Whee!

Sounds of Asteroth

I finally went to see my friend's band, Sounds of Asteroth at El Cid in Silverlake on Friday night. What fun! Any band that combines glitter, good music and drag queens is a band for me.

Also noteworthy was The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players I have seen them before and as usual, also a very fun band to see play. I don't see live music that much and will only do so when I find it particularly compelling, like Jewel yodeling.

Strip City ~ Book Review

As you may have guessed, this book isn't related to BDSM in any way but only sex work, however I wanted to share how much I enjoyed it.

Formula for sex workers turned writers: Take Girl who is edgy, artistic and doesn't really fit it. Girl leaves home and goes far far away. Girl has no money (Crap!) Girl realizes sex work as a viable option to make a lot of money while going to school or pursuing creative goals. Lilly Burana decides to pick up stripping again to get some closure and travels around the country.

Even though she was a stripper for about five years, she claims she never took it very seriously and up and quits to be a full time writer. Her first assignment is driving across country where she meets a man in Montana. (I have a crush on this man, he's from Montana for pete's sake, he does manly things and is even missing a tooth, swoon!) Lily decides to start stripping and to go about it in a more professional way, signing up for stripping school, buying custom made costumes and a shit ton of glitter. She finally learns to be a good dancer. It's a thorough exploration of herself and other women in the biz across the country. In the mix are many interviews with elderly burlesque performers and famous (and not so famous) strippers from back in the day.

She also takes some time to mention how she fought for stripper's rights in San Francisco over the ridiculous, but practically mandatory stage fees that crop up in clubs.

I like her style. I like that she's from NJ. I like that I am privileged to read another happy ending of a woman in the sex industry who is also a writer.

D/s Grammar

As a short follow-up to my earlier post on how to write a proper letter, I thought I should add, I am not a fan of D/s grammar. It really annoys me. I would much rather have a submissive and respectful tone in a letter than all the Y/you, M/me, W/e, I/i because "I/it I/is I/inane." Thanks!

How to write a letter

Although I feel this has already been addressed rather eloquently by my friend Mistress Erin--I believe it bears repeating. It seems that many people need a thorough lesson on how to write a letter. Please consider the following:

First of all, understand that if you are writing me a letter, you are probably interested in a professional relationship, while that may be a very personal one, you should still address me by my name. And since you are writing me the letter, I hope you know what my name is. If you leave out my name, I think you are copying and pasting a letter to send out to all Mistresses which is distressing enough, but then conveys to me there is nothing about me that interests you in the first place!

I understand there is a rampant internet and society based disregard of basic rules of spelling and grammar, however, note that I am a very conscientious writer that appreciates attention to detail. You should spell check and capitalize your letter, if you don't, I do not take you as seriously as someone who does take the time to write me.

Second, please tell me who or what referred you to me. Tell me a little about yourself, what are you looking for, what are your experiences, availability. Again, if you do not tell me what made you write me in the first place, then I think you are sending out the same letter to everybody. This is not craigslist, folks. I am seeking serious players, novice or expert, who would like to enjoy the company of an intelligent, beautiful and skilled Mistress.

Thank you. I look forward to reading your letters.

Website has been updated

Just a few minor tweaks to be noted. I have a few new lovely pictures up and my bio has been changed accordingly to reflect my current interest. I expect a major overhaul of my site in the next few weeks thanks to my dear friend Mistress Foxxy.

I need a new coffee table

For some reason, people do not like my coffee table, so I am putting in a request for a new one. I need something smooth, sturdy, capable of holding my books and magazines, the occasional cup of tea and my feet while I watch t.v. or read. Of course, when my friends come over, it would need to be able to support several pretty feet. But I just need something that will get noticed and complimented. If any one knows where I can get my hands on a good coffee table, please let me know. Thanks!

D.C. Madam

I am very saddened to hear about the apparent suicide of the D.C. Madam. This greatly grieves me for many reasons. Most of which are expressed in the following:

Damnit--D.C. Madam Hangs Herself

Leather on leather

Attention, I have some lovely leather additions to my wardrobe available for worship. Sadly, I do not have a pair of
leather gloves to complete my attire.

Mail order slave

Just the other day the catalog Uline arrived in my mail box. Usually I recycle such riffraff, but today, I flipped through and happened upon some stellar industrial plastic wrap (cling film). What colors! Black, purple and red are my immediate favorite colors being that they don’t have hot pink, of course.

I think the best use for such an abundance of pretty plastic wrap would be to wrap up an able body slave and have him delivered to my door. I would be so excited when my ordered slave arrived, coming home to a large box, marked “this end up.” I’ve been waiting weeks for such a special delivery. I open the box, packing peanuts come tumbling out and there stands my slave wrapped in purple plastic wrap. Too excited to look for a pair of scissors, I begin tearing the wrap with my sharp black nails. Finally, a pile of purple plastic is on the floor around the feet of my new slave. This—is not—what I ordered!

First of all, this slave is too hairy. I specifically remember checking off hairless on the order form. Well, perhaps I can work with that. I grab the dog hair trimmers and start hacking away to see if I can take this down to size. Hmmm, that’s a little bit better. But what are these two roundish objects down here? I most certainly do not require those. There’s more than one way to skin a cat. My daddy grew up on a farm and told me he used to castrate goats with just a rubber band and time. Moving quickly, I get a large purple rubber band from the asparagus and wrap it around those unnecessary things. I’m totally exhausted by this ordeal. Sitting back in my Eames lounge chair, I ponder if this should even be necessary to overhaul my specially ordered slave. Since I would rather not be brash, I decide to call up my dear friend Vanilla Girl to see what she has to say about this. Vanilla, as per usual is shocked and very interested to see the sub par slave that has arrived in my living room.

By the time Vanilla arrives, I have already found many more problems with my slave. He is pudgy, so with Vanilla’s help, we start circling all the problem areas of fat. All the while I am complaining about this utterly disgusting thing and Vanilla is aghast and appalled by my latest mail order slave. She is usually much too nice in these matters, but I am ruthless, pointing out additional problems such as his apparent lack of programming when I ask him to get into slave positions. I throw my Sharpie® down in disgust. We pack this useless thing back into the box, but don’t seal it quite yet. It is time to call the FedEx guy . . .

A Little Piece of History

Respect.

Lady Laura's

I was a Teenage Dominatrix ~ Book Review

If there was a category in the high school yearbook, Most Likely to be a Dominatrix, I would have been it. I’m not sure exactly how I got this reputation, possibly because I liked giving orders and being a bitch, but one year my friend gave me this book, in hopes to start my career.

This memoir is wonderful, but actually has less to do with BDSM and more about the class struggle. It is a woman's journey getting out of the trailer park and becoming educated and worldly.

Shawna Kenney began when she was 19 and then retired in her early twenties. She started working as a stripper, doing outcall in hotel rooms, but found her niche in her “favorite role” being “in charge . . . the ruler, the queen, the BOSS.” The memoir does not cover her training as a pro-domme or protocol in sessions. The sessions she describes are activities like verbal humilation, foot fetish, cross-dressing and GS, but there is some impact play. She works for a private place where she is on call for either sessions in the space or out call, which may include other ladies. Because of this, she seems to talk mostly about the fairness and generosity of her lady boss then the other women she works with. One of my favorites is her menstrual fetish client who buys her used tampons. I love a girl who never throws anything away.

I don't think she was looking for empowerment, I think she was looking for a way to pay the bills. She wanted to pay her way through college; her parents weren't going to be able to assist her and they never went to college themselves. Her description of normalcy was illustrating her humble beginnings and how she continually defied her parents and society norms. I find particularly touching her thrill of backpacking through Europe and retiterates how unbelievable it is that girl like her could go on such a spectacular trip.

This is a hot debate in the BDSM world, if one is lifestyle or professional or both. Lifestyle meaning that one incorporates BDSM as a regular part of one's life; professional being one who plays for money. There are many lifestyle players who are also professional; there are many professionals who do not incorporate BDSM into their lives outside of work. I don't think either deserves our scorn or judgment. Also, every person will only play with what he or she wants to do. Just because you advertise as a professional domme, does not mean you are going to be capable or desirous of playing with every client who wants to play with you. This happened a couple of times in the book and Kenney had that client play with a domme who could give them the type of scene they wanted. This shows her integrity of satisfying a client and keeping her limits intact.

Kenney contends that LA is oversaturated in the domme market so when she moved here, retired. She tumbled into BDSM as a way to pay the bills; she enjoyed it, she was good at it and then felt it was time to hang up her paddle, but knows she can always return to it.

Many of my friends, in or out of the scene thoroughly enjoy this book. Kenney is a very intelligent, go-getter, balls to the wall kinda lady

Are your boots made for walking?

As a professional domme, I often think about my feet and the boots I wear. What's more I think about what I'm going to do with them. I recently came across this campaign for Kenneth Cole, asking for real people who live their lives in a different way, one category they seek to employ are sex workers. I've always liked Cole's thought provoking campaigns and I admire he does seem to be genuinely concerned with making a statement rather than just making a sexy ad for his shoes. I received this information a little late in the game, but thought it may be of some interest:

We are casting the Fall 2008 advertising campaign for Kenneth Cole. The campaign is called NON-UNIFORM THINKING and we hope to shine a light on different types of social issues facing people around the world. In particular we would like to profile those who work to end injustice both at home and abroad. The campaign will be an extension of what is running right now all across America

(www.kennethcole.com/) and will be a celebration of those individuals who strive to make a difference in the world around them. One issue we feel would be interesting to profile is that of sex workers and the dangers they face every day. Awareness is the most important aspect of change and most people do not understand what a sex worker even does and by enlightening those who do not know we can focus on ending the stigma and violence that plagues the community.

The ad campaign will run for 6 months in all print media (magazines, billboards, internet, in-store display) beginning in the fall. In addition we will be filming the shoot and interviewing those involved to be put on the kennethcole.com website. In the interview the person(s) can tell their story and discuss whatever they wish in relation to being a sex worker and the issues they face on a daily basis.

If this were to work out we will pay a fee of $3,500 to be distributed however they wish.

It will shoot in NYC the week of April 14th.

I have included some general information below about Kenneth Cole and images from the current campaign. Please visit http://www.kennethcole.com/thinkers/default.asp to see the complete advertising campaign as well as videos on all of the participants.

For the last 25 years, Kenneth Cole has been both innovative and provocative in raising awareness of a multitude of social causes and issues. As a company Kenneth Cole prides itself on doing things differently, and trying to make the consumer see society from a different perspective. The NON-UNIFORM THINKING campaign embraces this mindset and focuses on real people who live their lives in a different way – either by their own choice or through circumstance. By integrating interesting people of substance into this fashion campaign we hope to dispel all forms of social prejudice by celebrating diversity. Kenneth Cole strives to choose the path least worn and question the status quo. Our attitude is, "If we can't do it differently, it's not worth doing."

If you know of anyone who is interested please have them email info@swopusa.org with their story and a few photos of themselves asap.

Look forward to hearing from you.

Thanks so much

Sex Workers Outreach Project USA

Administrative Team

912 Cole St. #202

San Francisco, CA 94117

www.swopusa.org

1-877-776-2004 #2

Domina of the week on Pandemos

I am pleased to announce that I have been chosen as Domina of the week on Pandemos! (3/16/08-3/22/08)

The Pleasure's All Mine ~ Book Review

I have been meaning to read this book for a long time, hoping it would give me insight into the life of a professional submissive. While I was a submissive, I felt it would be valuable to learn of another professional’s experience. Memoirs about one’s professional life in BDSM are few and far between, usually written after the person has left the scene, probably due to avoid giving out “trade secrets” as well as allowing her/his clients’ privacy. Or some publish personal accounts, but generally on a more educational level such as Midori or Jay Wiseman. However, although Kelly’s memoir markets her life as a professional submissive, I feel her real goal was to find some kinky sex.

Kelly starts by reminiscing of her one and only kinky boyfriend and how she misses the D/s aspect of their intimate lives. She attempts to find kink-like mates at a class offered by a BDSM group. This is a good start, but she doesn’t connect with many people. She does strike up conversation with one man, Clark, who later invites her over to his house to play, but correctly ascertains while she is willing, she is not totally ready to become involved in an extended scene. Clark later tells her about a commercial dungeon where submissives can get paid for role play, but he also warns her that many women can get burnt out playing professionally. I feel this is a fair warning; professional and lifestyle BDSM are as different as night and day. Most notably, professional BDSM does not include sex because as it stands, most of the United States classifies excepting money for sex as prostitution, which is illegal. Also, while some clients may become long-term regulars, lifestyle partners are usually ones that you spend a lot of time exploring and pushing limits.

Once hired, “Marnie” decides very quickly that she loves being a professional submissive, but doesn’t seem to have a clear idea of what that means; she seems unable to define her personal and BDSM boundaries. She allows herself to become much too physically and emotionally involved with a client. Again, this can be a difficult position to maintain because this is an intimate job. However, she enjoys it so much and realizes she can make so much more money than at her boring, dead end job, she decides to quit her straight job and work exclusively as a professional submissive against advice given to her. I feel this is another initial mistake of new professional players, while yes, this kind of job can be way more fun than filing papers and in a few hours can make your 40 hour week look pitiful, it still takes time to build up clientele to survive solely on playing. Also, there are periods of slow down and inexplicable cancellation, such as tax season as Marnie discovers when playing in New York. Even if you don’t “work” much at a straight job, you can still collect a pay check, and other benefits such as health insurance, sick and vacation time as well as many other amenities not afforded to an independent contractor.

She decides to leave the dungeon and become independent after what seems a matter of only weeks. Again, it should be noted that she seems to move through this decisions rather briskly: she has gone from exploring BDSM classes, to professional submissive in a dungeon, to quitting her day job, to finally becoming an independent submissive. While she does find players who respect her, she similarly finds Dommes who treat her merely as a submissive and not a professional player on equal grounds, such as when a Domme offers her a job as her personal assistant. I agree with Marnie that such an offer would not have been made to a professional Dominatrix.

However, throughout the rest of her scenes in the memoir, she sometimes includes sex in her sessions with clients, whether it be her masturbating, to finally having anal sex with a client.

This is a memoir; just one piece of one woman’s life who worked as a professional submissive. There is very little about what makes a successful or good professional submissive, but there are very few on the scene. This memoir serves as a guide of what not to do as a pro sub. She throws herself into the professional BDSM community because she longs for a D/s relationship akin to her one and only kinky boyfriend and because she enjoys making money being a submissive more than she enjoys working in a slow-paced office. I cannot judge her for the choices she has made, however, it seems she would have been better served searching for a kinky playmate to indulge in her fantasies because she clearly wanted to include sex in her play time.

New pictures, new gear, so far it's been a great year

Among many other fun and naughty activities, my friend. took some lovely pictures of me this past week.

I confess we both missed our old haunts from good ole Weird NJ, but we found some great spots in LA's parks. Except couples on horseback kept passing us by. I'm not shy, but I was a little discontented to be standing in a field wearing a corset and holding a crop. We scurried to a more private fenced off section.

He also gave me about fifty pounds of rope, a book on bondage, pliers and metal handcuffs. My gear bag runneth over. I need to slice this rope down to size and practice on some unsuspecting subbies.

LA Kink Ball

Hmmm, this was my very first fetish event and my very first time wearing latex.

I guess I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was a little disappointed. But I'd rather focus on the positive.

First, it's hard to beat showing up in a limo with 20 other foxy ladies. We were pretty stunning.

I loved Eden Wells in her rubber ball. That was pretty amazing. I mean, how often do you see a woman wearing a strap-on encased in a clear latex ball dancing around? I can't dance, especially not in fetish wear.

The Diffidence dance by Elayssa which featured three dances representing Freudian Id, Ego and Superego was by far my favorite. Wow, these ladies were boss. I want to join and be Unconscious.

Oh, Mistress Shae and Natalie, did the most amazing scene that should have been on the main stage. Patient Natalie was strapped in a medical chair while Doctor Shae gave her treatment with the violet wand. We were all cured.

New website! New website!

It took me awhile to find the right person to work on my website, but I'm so excited that I reconnected with an old friend who agreed to work with me to develop something different and fresh. Still a work in progess, of course, and there are some kinks to work out.

Although, I hope there are more kinks that come about from my new site!

What, my cat suit isn't organic?

I try to be an environmentalist, but my kinky profession makes it so difficult!

The Bondage of PVC

Screw the roses, send me the thorns--send me both!

I always thought Screw the roses, send me the thorns, was such a clever title for a book about BDSM. However, I have always loved roses and was very excited to pick up a crop with a dark pink suede rose at the end. Very thuddy. I love thuddy. This morning, I chanced upon this flogger

Roses and thorns? What more could a kinky girl want?

The little red flogger that could

Among other things, someone gave me a beautiful red and black braided flogger made of deer leather for Christmas. I've had my eye on a few floggers from Heartwood for some time. I always thought I would go for something with black and hot pink. But still, red and black are so sexy together.

We spent a few minutes admiring the fine craftmanship; its well-balanced handle, perfectly braided tails ending in pointy little tips. But it wasn't long before I ordered him to strip so I could try out my new toy! It was lovely. The leather is soft enough for a light play, but the braided tails and pointy ends can pack quite a punch. It could get quite nasty quite quickly. And, I admit, I got a little nasty.

I look forward to playing again with my little red flogger. And it goes so nicely with my new boots, black patent leather with red soles.

New Year, new blog, new flog

An idea that has been rattling around in my head for awhile, was to write about some of my adventures, fantasies, commentary and general feelings about my lifestyle. As with most writings, in the beginning I am not sure where this is heading, but I hope it will be an enjoyable read to those interested in this BDSM and more importantly, Ms. Justine.