Frugal toy

I had a particularly lovely heavy session the other day. As I scoured my available toys, I spied this new one hanging up so I thought I would give it a whirl. It was quite well received. Somewhat stingy with a nice punch thanks to the holes along the paddle. Upon closer inspection, I noticed the paddle was rubber coated and I realized this must be a baking implement, not a BDSM implement. Wait, that minimalist metal is familiar, could this be from Ikea? And the answer is yes! Specifically, a Koncis spatula.

As if Ikea was not distracting enough as-is, I will now be spending time looking for potential cheap toys that will pass through airport security with no cause for alarm.

I got my eye on this meat tenderizer. I'm a vegetarian, but I think I got some meat I'd like to be tender.

Spam, Domme, what's the difference really?

It's come to my attention that once again my e-mails are being stuck in spam folders.

PLEASE ADJUST YOUR SPAM FILTERS ACCORDINGLY.

I assure you I respond to every sincere e-mail within 24 hours. There are also many other ways to contact me through Myspace, Facebook and Twitter.

First it was your Mom, then it was your Domme

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Please send me icon gifts and I will kick you ass at WordTwist!

Four Minutes movie review

Pianos are just sexier. The Piano Teacher, The Piano--people who play the piano are just kinkier.

I picked this up, obviously, because of the stunning cover: a beautiful woman in a black backless dress wearing handcuffs.

Jenny appears to be a sociopath in a German woman's prison, but she has the amazing talent of a prodigy piano player. As part of a social program for prisoners, an 80 year old piano teacher comes with a beautiful grand piano--four prisoners sign up for her class. The only person genuinely interested in playing the piano, is a fat, ridiculous guard who Traude Krüger belittles the entire movie. Almost immediately, Jenny beats the ever living shit out of him, partially using the piano which I found . . . hysterical. She is not a very big woman, but she single handedly puts the prison guard in the hospital.

Throughout the movie, Jenny and Herr Krüger disagree and argue, but as you see flashbacks to World War II, you see how much the piano teacher has already been through and dealing with an unruly prisoner, even one who beats up prison guards, is barely a blip in her radar. She has more problems with the warden who she likens to her old SS captain and tells him she's not surprised his wife left him.

As the movie progresses, you learn more about the tragedies in each Jenny and Herr Kruger's lives and how they managed to end up in the woman's prison together. They form a deep friendship through their passions, and ferocity that they demonstrate in very different ways. Although mostly dramatic and somewhat dark, there are some funny scenes interspersed in the film such as on their way to an audition, Jenny does not have proper recital clothing so her teacher makes her switch with her clothing. The sight of this 80 year old woman in high lace up boots and motorcycle jacket was hilarious.

The last scene, with Jenny at the recital, is the most brutal and artistic performances I have ever seen.

Los Angeles Footnight

Tomorrow I will be attending Los Angeles Footnight for some play and model award presentations. There have been some special recession busters such as discounted admission, longer sessions as well as catering and more private spaces.

I will be there starting at 7pm for some much needed foot love so I hope to see you there!

Twitter

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What shall I be sharing here I wonder, my latest pleasure or my latest punishment? Sometimes they are the same. I look forward to appearing on your iPhone.

Beginnings . . .

People often ask me, "How did you get involved in all this kinky stuff?" Well, I don't really know. Depending on the climate and the inquirer, I deflect this question many ways.

Sometimes I blame an old kinky boyfriend, but he really cannot take credit for all the trouble I've gotten myself into--and by trouble, I mean fun of course. Considering all he did was blindfold me and torture me with a feather tickler. This is not to say they weren't a lot of other things going on too, but he wanted to introduce me slowly into this world. It turned out to be too slow and really should not have been spent on the submissive side of things, but I would have rather it been this way then some of the other trully horrid stories I've heard.

Other times I think of the first time I felt a cock in my hand and how good it felt. Then I think about the first time I held a whip in my hand and how RIGHT it felt.

Then there are just logistics. A few years ago in Philly, I knew a pro-domme, and had we both stayed in Philly, I probably would have deepened our friendship and eventually gone to work with her at her commercial dungeon, but we both moved on. Suddenly, I was unemployed and in Los Angeles; while surfing through CL for jobs, I remembered how "I always wanted to do that" so I googled "dungeon" with my zip code. It turns out there is a dungeon right around the corner! Welcome to LA! A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in a parlor getting interviewed. I was hired on the spot as a submissive with the promise I would be working my way up as I gained professional experience. The next day, I was on the Strip in Fredericks of Hollywood buying cheap corsets and white shoes.

For some reason, I thought I had to have a white collar. During the next week, I visited every single sex toy shop in Los Angeles--none of them had a white collar, not even Petco. I had to special order it from leatheretc.

How I rose up from sub to switch-in-training to switch to Domme is another matter, but this is a good start to my beginnings.

And speaking of red-heads, check out this stained glass!

My grandfather was a glazier and I'm lucky to still have some of his pieces, such as light fixtures and suncatchers, unfortunately I do not have a place to put them up in my current abode, but perhaps this Eroti-glass by Wilson is more my speed these days.

Kinky art can sometimes, well, usually be horribly cliched and remind me of something in the dark lair of a rich gigolo's penthouse, right before Babe in the Woods shows up. This lady has got the right idea to perfectly meld class, art and kink. Well-done.

God, how I love redheads.

Kinky Boots movie review

I always think the video store clerk is judging me based on my sexy, kinky movie rentals. I'm not self-conscious, I'm narcissistic. He's pretty cute and I have fantasies of tying him up and shooting hot pink rubber bands at him for hours while playing Lina Wertmüller movies in the background, but I digress.

Wandering about in the comedy section, I could not help but notice this movie, entitled, "Kinky Boots." Loosely based on a real story, meaning not actually at all, this takes place in England at an almost bankrupt family shoe factory. In order to save the factory, Charlie Price must change his product from stuffy mens oxfords, to outrageous stiletto boots. Of course, vanilla Charlie can't do this on his own. He goes to a classic source of inspiration and intrigue . . . the black drag queen!

Enter Lola (Simon) who comes into the factory, designs kinky boots that are sexy and most importantly support a man's weight on a stiletto heel, while opening the minds of the working class in a small town.

This movie is just done really well. It's not sappy or outlandish although it could have very easily gone that route. It's not overly sentimental nor does it champion for trans rights. It just tells a really great story. It's funny, it's got spunk, it's got heart.

Kinky Boots does a lovely job illustrating the lengths some might go to in order to save a family business. There is a tender love strain too budding between Charlie and his pixie-cute employee, intersected with his shrewish, evil fiancee. There are some poignant scenes for Lola as well, what it means to be a man, what it means to be a woman--but she is real, not overly made up ever.

But what I really liked most of all is a boot design that has a slim pocket on the side to hold a matching crop! Lola whips it out through the movie and brandishes it at the factory workers.

I want these boots!

I'm turning Japanese

I ran into a Japanese musician the last time I went to Hell. I introduced myself as Mistress Justine and gave him my contact information. He sent me a note letting me know it was a pleasure to meet me but he didn't know what "Mistress" meant, so he looked it up and told me one of his friends does this professionally in Japan. He wrote: "We call mistress "Jyo ou sama". It means Queen."

Finally, proper recognition.

I have been to Japan before and would love to return again as a Queen. I happen to know Mistress Erin has been studying Japanese for years so perhaps we will head over together. Until then, she's finally coming back to LA after moving to NOLA in a couple of weeks. I can't wait! How I have missed that intelligent, kinky, fun-loving red-headed Mistress o mine!

Recession Sessions

What's your obsession?

1. Saturdays *only* I will offer 50% off my normal rate.
2. New clients *only* will receive 20% off my normal rate.

FAQ
1. Why are you doing this?
The reasons are obvious. I believe this recession is going to last
much longer than anyone realizes or wants to admit. We all still want
to play regardless.

2. I'm a new client, can I see you on Saturday and receive 70% off?
No.

3. You're not going to berate me for asking such a stupid question?
No.

4. How did you get so awesome?
I read a lot.