Dark Planet

Halloween was particularly amazing this year. My supersexyshiny friends and I threw a party, a force to be reckoned with! There were strippers, space brew, and of course the latex Unicorn!

From left, Kitten wearing custom Kaori's Dreams, Jennipurr is wearing Inner Sanctum and the Unicorn in gas mask by Wild Gas Masks.

After several hours as a Unicorn, I changed into my sexy silver stripper bikini. People kept giving me money and stuffing it down my g-string! There's a lot of naughty pictures of me spanking the Ladies and grabbing men's crotches, hehe!



I ended the very long night in the hot tub. I wish more nights were like this, but strangely a lot of my nights are pretty similar! ;)

Torture Garden

Saturday

The Unicorn makes a debut! I lubed up and donned my white latex cat suit and was out the door with my supersexyshiny friends, unicorn gas mask safely in tow under my arm. When we got to the club there is a changing tent because, as it was explained to me, so many people use public transport, they do not want to ruin their outfits. That tent was a madhouse of latex, lube and glitter. I put on my gasmask and emerged fully Unicorn.

My Lady Tigress guided me through the crowds, protecting me from Undesirables as we made our way to the dance floor. The Unicorn can dance! I liked that there was a variety to the music and not just standard industrial/goth/synth, but some things that I actually knew and enjoyed. I shared a slow dance to Blue Velvet with the Tigress. The whole night was a bit of a sweaty, violet tinged blur. The Unicorn still likes jack and coke and she used an extra long straw to get up into her muzzle. At one point the Unicorn ran into a ponygirl and her handler, so Unicorn went over to make friends. The ponygirl's handler patted my muzzle as we eyed each other up and down, finally ponygirl accepted Unicorn and we nuzzled. Luckily one of my Unicorn handlers came over and said, "The Unicorn cannot be tamed!" Indeed. At one point an Undesirable began to bother us and I galliantly defended our turf, a medical table we were all lounging on, by fiercely thrusting my horn in his face. All in all, Tigress told me that everyone smiled and pointed at the Unicorn. I'm glad I could do something different that made people happy.

Bit of a madhouse, the club was huge with several large rooms and performances. I managed to catch Kumi's show were she was a crash dummy victim, and a woman suspended with loops and loops of what looked like videotape--finally someone has found a good use for that stuff. I did not see so much play happening, though Unicorn would love to come back with some white and silver floggers.

So much classier than walking out of a club and running the "Flier Gamut" was a nice purple bag full of fliers, condoms and stickers. Thank you.



Sunday

Was a bit mellower at a local club Ghost which looked like a classy delightful place I would like to go to on another night. Play area had some beautiful furniture, but a little too crowded for me to stay there long. I ran into a lovely gentleman who complimented my outfit and my blog, noting an entry from over a year ago about my trip to Jumbo's Clown Room, a local strip club.

Again it was fun dancing to mash-ups and Salt'n'Pepa. Got to spank some fine latex clad booty too! Lounging in a black leather lined alcove, I ran into a photographer. I poked him and asked where he was from since I heard an American accent, turns out he was James, a photographer from LA. How funny.

So was Torture Garden in London as cool as everyone says? Fuck yes.

The Standard

(Photos: Robert C.)

Latex Party! Part Two

More latex . . . more pets!








(Photos: Robert C.)

Latex Party! Part One

Enjoying my latex pet . . .











(Photos: Robert C.)

Masque

Arriving a bit early, I temporarily panicked when I saw people not of the Fetishworld exiting El Cid. Did I have the wrong venue? wrong date? Or were they just really uninspired for the evening? However, I was correct and hence the universe did not come to a screeching halt. The diners were leaving their evening and inquired about the event about to take place. They said I looked absolutely beautiful.

I felt supremely elegant in a black latex gown by Inner Sanctum. The latex made good sexy swishing sounds as I walked. Standing in the garden, a Beautiful Lady offered me a lube up. Who am I to argue? There's something delightful erotic about being touched through latex, a shiny second skin.

In a couple of hours we were finally seated. I enjoyed the show and smelling other people's food, but myself and surrounding companions were not served. After midnight and several rounds of jack and coke, I lost track of where my food was, where the evening was going and what the fuck I was going to write about in my blog.

I finally quipped, I'm *only* a Dominatrix. Why would I expect any food at a dinner show?

We finally received our appetizers. It was supposed to be seared tuna. Instead we received tuna-sicles. My companions and I were reduced to hysterical laughter. We were tired, hungry and shit-faced. Why didn't we start a food fight? Er, a sploshing fest?

When my date inquired about our appetizers, the waitress responded, We have to make food for all these people.

All Points Bulletin.

It's not really the SERVERS fault. The kitchen is clearly too small to support the amount of diners present.

The performers were amazing. It's been awhile since I have since Sir Poppycock, but he is always such a dashing delight, even if he did not sing my favorite tune, The Last Unicorn. A truly elegant performer and MC. I always enjoy the talents of Bound Lotus, regulars in the fetish club scene and I was introduced to Karis, the Mystical Hooper from La Lucha Vavoom, an event I unfortunately missed this week. For some reason, I have always missed Goddess Soma's performances, so I was delighted in seeing her perform a FemDomme number with the Mistresses Olive and Eva.

The highlight of my evening was spotting a rare pair of Fluevog Grand Nationals. This, to a fetishist, is like a seeing a rare bird in the wild. There's sort of a beautiful moment in the fetish wild when you see a truly unique and or rare piece. People come up to you, sometimes with tears in their eyes and inquire if this is a Real McCoy. I never thought I would see a pair, live. I always thought I would encounter them in a museum, stuffed, beneath glass. So I was quite pleased to see them in their natural habitat. I approached the wearer, gingerly, and asked, Are those a pair of Fluevog Grand Nationals? She replied, Yes, and that she basically sold her soul for them. She added that they were the first run. I asked if I could touch them. She consented. It was one of the few occasions I can be seen in public kneeling. I gave them a good pat.

I attended the play party which was enjoyable, but the proceeding events were so wretched, I was not of mind to play. I enjoyed torturing my boy toy digging My heels deeply into his back while I chatted with other guests.

All in all, there were many splendid moments in the evening, but others were pure torture. And I like to be the one giving torture, not the one receiving it.

Bayonetta

Someone recently e-mailed me to ask if I realized I bore a resemblance to Bayonetta, a "hot video game broad with a degree in ass-kickery." I don't really know that much about video games, but I'll get behind a female that wears glasses and has a degree in ass-kickery!

She also appears to have an attitude like mine: "Bayonetta exudes confidence with a lot of her strength reflected in the way she can practically kill a man with her eyes alone or have them swoon from a simple seductive sideways glance. She is also quite sassy with a rapier wit and a snicker that let’s you know she’s having the last laugh." (SEGA's Make-A-Witch Foundation)

Worship Me like the Foot Goddess I Am!

Another delightful night at Footnight.

I saw my regulars, submissives and kinksters by nature who I very much enjoy slapping around a bit while whispering fantasies into their ears while I am treated to loving worship on my feet. The private booths set up for foot worship require a bit of ingenuity to put into effect the more encompassing play I'm used to, but I always rise the the occasion. Those who saw me last night will agree!

As usual it was a pleasure seeing Beautiful Ladies like Noir Halo, Miss Mya, January Seraph and Vima Sophia and the many other beautiful models. I can never get over walking into a room full of these Ladies!

I met a couple of other new people I hope to make my pets soon. To J. I'd relish in making you my pretty little slut. To D. I do hope you accept a certain Beautiful Lady's invitation and I can run into you soon. Confidential to A. You bring the doughnuts, but I'll bring the handcuffs! ;)

Fetish Nation

Had a lovely time at Fetish Nation the other night, a newish fetish club every other Saturday at Circus by the same people who put on Club Hell.

I wore my new naughty nurse outfit, black patent leather boots with red soles and gloves of course--all to much praise. It may have something to do with it's second skin fit and the fact that most of my legs were exposed. ;)

There was some foot contest for most attractive feet, but I somehow missed the sign-up otherwise I'm sure these tootsies would have won the prize! I had a wonderful foot massage regardless. I have been preloading foot massages when I go out these days--it's a good way to make it through the evening in fetish shoes. Besides, I can never get enough attention on my feet.

A fashion show by Venus Prototype features some rather foxy latex designs including some great printed pieces. Various play stations are scattered in the main area of the club, but I got my own private lube up from a Beautiful Lady.

What I find particularly amusing about this particular club is that Circus is so big, there's actually another club night going on at the same time with "normals." I find the interaction between the fetish and vanilla fascinating. Sometimes we wander through their side with the standard technodisco and strobe light, but lately I have been noticing more and more plaid shirts among the latex when it's time for the shows.

While walking around with a friend who works in the scene, a vanilla girl said, "Ohmygod! You look so hot!" With my friend wearing a fetching ensemble of fishnets, a black corset and ample breasts--I tended to agree.

Out of ear shot, my friend scoffed, "It's my job to look this hot."

Indeed.

Double Trouble in New Orleans

Finally, I have booked a flight to see my favorite red-headed Beautiful Lady of the South, Mistress Erin. I will be there from 9/30-10/7.

I wanted to post a photo of us together, but all our photos are um, too spicy for the 'net. Although I plan on getting in a couple of decent photoshoots while I'm there, I think the decadence will inspire me.

I quiver in delight to see what sort of trouble we will get into together in NOLA.

Perhaps you would like to join us?


I'm also looking forward to seeing Don, an old friend from home. He's an amazing photographer but also designs amazing couture fetish clothing. I know we will at least shoot together, but it's high time I get my paws on some of his exquisite creations.

My First Professional Sex

Check out my interview on My First Professional Sex about my decision to go into sex work. This is a fairly new site about all kinds of sex workers and their introduction to this line of work.

Enjoy!

Saturn Returns

Interesting things happen when you are a woman in Los Angeles. Saging becomes part of your cleaning routine, strappy high heels become routine for daytime wear, Thai massages, highlights, dating actors--but when you turn 27 one of your Beautiful Lady friends hands you a well-thumbed copy of Surviving Saturn Returns.

This is an astrological event that occurs every 27-30 years, and much like El Nino can be blamed for a multitude of things such as love life, job change, etc.

I'm technically a little too early for a true Saturn Returns. But I'm so wise beyond my years I think I'm getting it early. Or maybe I'm just getting caught up with my friends' Saturn Returns.

Regardless, the last few months have been about a lot of loss in the frienship/BDSM department. Two of my dearest Beautiful Ladies moved out of LA; two others retired from professional Domme life; with one I lost the privilege of using her amazing studio. A couple of other Dommes I know socially have similarly retired or withdrawn themselves from the gawking public eye. The recession is felt all over.

I've been feeling a bit Jaded. I've been reconnecting and making new friends in the literary world where I hail from. Some of you have noticed that I haven't been posting as much or responding to e-mails as quickly--for that I do apologize.

I do not see myself hanging up my paddle any time soon, but I don't think I'll be in LA forever. Of course I've been saying that since I got here and I have made absolutely no remote plans to move. It's rather fun here. I love the weather and the farmer's markets.

On a more upbeat note, I do have a couple of very exciting, big things in the hopper that I'm dying to announce, but shall be revealed in due time.

Rubberotica

Meh.

My date and I slither in, shiny and slick in our red and black latex, go up to the bar, and he orders me my standard jack and coke; he wants absinthe and the bar tender tells him he needs to go to the other side of the bar. So he walks over there and another bar tender says, No, you have to go over there, meaning inside the playroom. Oh, that empty space guarded by a velvet rope and extra large bouncer? We didn't notice that the VIP ticket included exclusive access to the absinthe bar. RIDICULOUS. The bartender was so kind as to get him some anyway.

As per every major fetish event in Los Angeles, the promoters insist they will enforce strict dress code and no cameras. So why does every single event I attend inevitably include some lame ass guys in jeans and t-shirts taking photos with their phones? GET THE FUCK OUT. WHO LETS YOU IN? WHY MUST YOU ANNOY ME?

KinkEvents explains it well here, but why do I still see the same infractions over and over again?

I can understand the playroom and roped off section as being VIP, but really must the Elizabethan theater policy extend to the couches along the wall?

The highlight of my evening came from wandering over to the complimentary lube station by Syren. What a clever idea. How I loved being shined up by some Beautiful Ladies also wearing latex. I'm still moist. But I also very much enjoyed the couple who performed suspension bondage. They had a lovely chemistry; erotic, safe and perfectly balanced D/s.

At the end of the night, I found myself sorely wishing for Club Hell, where there are multiple wonderful performers, places to sit and congregate and tons of kinky people, which is why I can't wait to go next week.

I hope the Fetish Ball is better tonight, but I will not be attending.

Footnight, another well spent night

The night started off particularly well for me as a gentleman sauntered up and complimented my feet. Immediately recognizing me, he said, You are first on my list. I thought he was joking, but then he actually took a list out of his pocket and I was certainly first! We had a very enjoyable time as I smushed him like a bug, fitting as he named himself Bug Boy. I cannot adequately convey the elation I feel when I am engaged in a scene and my companion is smiling in ecstasy and content.

I met some very lovely other gentlemen as well, nervous first-timers and others who recognized me from other venues.

My advice to the gentlemen, please do not be shy about approaching the Beautiful Ladies, we LOVE our feet to be worshiped!

Footnight tonight!

Come worship my perfectly pedicured feet at New Years Foot Party and Model Awards.

Hope to see you downtown, my toes wriggling in your mouth as I giggle or perhaps you will be on the floor as I trample you. The possibilities are endless, especially with so many Beautiful Ladies.

Check out interview

One of the most delightful and talented Mistresses I know interviewed on LA Talk Radio here.

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!

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!

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.