Double Take in $pread

Corset or jeans, I look fiercely beautiful in both! Check me out in print: the Summer 2009 issue of $pread's feature, Double Take. I answer a few questions about my style in the dungeon and on the street. Photos are by the lovely Jenny DeMilo.

$pread is a much needed magazine "illuminating the sex industry." Also, in this issue are interviews with alt-porn performers, articles on D.C. activists fighting prostitution-free zones, stripper tarot and reviews on strap-ons. Informative, sexy and awesome--go get a copy now.

Fresh

You lie beneath me, eagerly gazing up my long uncovered legs, under my short black leather skirt to a dark corner between my legs. You see flashes of flesh and black lace as I walk over you. On the floor, you remain helpless, only able to explore with your eyes, as I have fully and thoroughly restrained you. Limbs are safely tucked in by your sides, you wouldn't dare move anyway after my explicit instructions with the rather explicit consequences of disobeying them.

I crouch over you, begin to bend my knees over your head, you smell my legs, my lavender lotion, the fine leather of my skirt, closer you begin to smell me, as I firmly plant myself on your face, knees on either side of your head. Your senses heighten in a frenzy, suffocating on mouthfuls of lace and scent. After a minute or so I rise, allowing you to breath fresh air, but we both know you would much rather struggle to breath against me. I sit on your face over and over again, seeing how long you can endure my weight on your face.

Finally, I decide to move away from you. I position myself behind you, so you can't see me or even touch me, but just so that you can hear me. I think about many things while I have my hand down my skirt, pressed against where your nose just was; I think about the exquisite training of potential slaves, their eager eyes; the gasps of hurtful canings, the moaning of pleasurable spankings, the way I pulled her hair, the way that she pulled mine, all these memories and desires coinciding with my own gasps and moans, ending with a very wet pair of panties indeed.

Should you desire a chance at these panties, I suggest you visit this site for the used panty raffle; proceeds to be donated to the National Breast Cancer Foundation


***Update! Over $2,000 was raised for breast cancer research. I will be sending my black lace panties abroad to the lucky winner.

Do you wanna be my girl?

I start by stripping you bare, you become new before me. I discard your pants, shirt, shoes; I take off your watch, your glasses and put them all away. They are no longer needed.

I begin with picking out the appropriate lingerie. Shall you be my innocent maiden or my slutty girl of the night? I decide on the latter, and pick out black lace panties and bra. You step into the panties, I slowly pull them up past your thighs, up to your hips, comfortably tucking everything away. I bring the bra in front of you, and you slide your arms into it, I fasten you up in back. We're both quite aroused at the sight of you in your sexy black lace lingerie. I take a moment to cop a feel, feeling up your breasts, pinching your nipples--you moan and gasp in delight.

Moving on, I bring over a black satin garter, clip it around your hips. I choose sheer black stockings with a seam running up the back. I gather the stocking in my hands and inform you to stick one delicate foot into the pile of sheer and slowly stretch the stocking up your leg, carefully adjusting to make sure the seam is straight and clip it to your garter. I repeat with your other leg. Now both legs are beautifully encased in sheer black stockings. I softly run my nails up your legs, squeezing the inside of your thighs.

I take the black corset and wrap it around your waist, fastening the silver hooks in front. I firmly grasp the ties at your back and pull tight, working from top to bottom, pulling, adjusting, cinching your feminine waist tighter and tighter. The corset pushes your breasts upward and makes your ass stick out ever so slightly, so I smack it. I pull up your panties into your ass and smack again, turning your delicious little fanny into a girlish shade of pink.

To finish dressing you, I decide on a very short black leather skirt. I can still see the tops of your thigh highs and garter, but as my slutty girl it's ever so appropriate. I complete your outfit with tall shiny black boots. Your transformation is complete.

I ask you to walk toward me, with your best seductive gait, slowly swinging your hips, teetering ever so slightly in your new high heels, I pull you close by sliding my finger between your breasts into your bra and whisper, Do you wanna be my girl?

Two Knotty Boys Show You the Ropes ~ Book Review

This book is nicely laid out with large color photos. It breaks down the bondage into five sections: the knots, basic, decorative, dominance and sex bondage. In other words, something for everyone. If you are like me, you utilize all sections within a single enjoyable evening.

This is a pretty sexy book about rope, but I found some of the pictures seemingly straightforward, but were rather complicated in action. I don't think this is necessary fault of the Knotty Boys, I just think it is very difficult to show someone with text and photographs how to tie bondage. They show a few impressive knots and systems that look great upon which you can expand. However, it does not, for example, go into how to safely rig someone for suspension.

Someone actually made me a rather thoughtful binder of all knots, not just kinky ones, but functional ones. I can still use them for sinister purposes. Eco-savy BDSM tip: befriend rock climbers and ask for their retired rope. Take out the core and you will have tons of great bondage rope that will impress Midori.

Like Mae West said, a girl who knows the ropes is less likely to be tied up.