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 . . .