Hooray for Boobies!

Happy Rocktober! Home to Halloween and Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Last year, I donated my panties to help raise money for breast cancer in Australia this year I'm going a little more local. So I'm doing something a little different. Every $25 you donate to the Susan G. Komen Foundation enters you into My virtual raffle where you get a chance for a 1 hour session with Me. Donations to this foundation are also deductible.

That's right. $25 to an amazing cause and you might have an amazing hour with Me!

And just because I really want to make sure you donate, I'll sweeten the deal by discounting your session for the month of October. So you get a discount to the session you were already planning with Me AND you get a chance for another one!


Why?

Don't you love breasts as much as I do? And honestly, because I'm TELLING you to donate to this amazing cause.

How does it work?

Go to the Susan G. Komen Foundation Donation page I have specifically created for this project. I will be notified when a donation is made. (If you decide to donate another way, I will need to see proof to enter you into My raffle and discount your session.)


Rules:

1. MY sessioning protocol still stands, i.e. will not be doing something not listed in my interests.
2. Must show proof of donation.
3. Drawing will be on 10/31.
4. One hour session at a location of our mutual agreement; after one hour, standard rates apply.




Both my mother and best friend died from this terrible disease. I am creating this page in their memory.

So please donate, because we all have mothers and best friends.

And we all love breasts, so let's keep them around!

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.

D/s dinner date

I love fine and fucked up things.

I enjoy well-prepared, exquisitely crafted gourmet food. I love port paired with stilton cheese. I love caviar, marbled fatty tuna, chocolate souffles, creme brulees, truffles . . .

I also enjoy humiliation and domination.

What better than to meld the two?

Perhaps we began in my powder room where I dress you as I see fit. Shall I do you up delicately in lacy pink panties? a full garter holding up your seamed stockings? Are your toenails painted? Maybe I'm feeling more brutal as I tie you up in full body harness and write "meal ticket" across your chest with my red lipstick. It's also possible I have attached carefully placed electrodes somewhere in the dark of your, ahem,manly bits and I will use the power box at my discretion throughout the evening. But whatever kinky under layer I choose, I will put on one of your tailored suits over it. My, my, your pinstripes will never be the same again.

I think I will be wearing my Prada little black dress. I'm fairly subdued myself except for my high satin stiletto heels. I simply glide across the room with them, but will also use my pointy heels on you at my discretion. My nails are painted deep violet.

We go to a fine restaurant of my choosing. When you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, I will order for both of us. Perhaps I will be so kind as to leave a liquid lady present in your drink. Discreetly spitting in your drink takes hardly any talent at all! The truly skilled can pass golden nectar into your water, rubies into your wine.

The food arrives. I will constantly pick off your plate because I ordered you the second dish I wanted. My heels dig into your crotch. My fingers nimbly play with the PES controller. I smile. I laugh.

You squirm and quiver in pain and delight.

Dessert arrives, but you shall have none of it because of course I ordered it for myself. I may permit you to lick my spoon when I'm done. But I may just hike the dial up to 10. We'll see.

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 . . .

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.