Labyrinth of Jareth

(Photo by Erzen Design)

This was my first time attending Labyrinth of Jareth, but it was something different from the usual fetish event, and I love dress up, what better opportunity to be The Unicorn, accompanied by my supersexyshiny friends!

To say I was a hit, would honestly be an understatement. This is the closest I think I am going to get to paparazzi. Of course it helps when you are accompanied by a Tigre in custom latex by Collective Chaos.

This was THE BEST DRESSED EVENT I have been to in Los Angeles. More people were wearing masks here then at Masque.

Really, everyone brought game and it made me super happy.

Although there were some performances, it was really the amazingly dressed people that made the event. There were even a couple of other unicorns!

I also enjoyed the variety of music, good mixing with electric, rock and classical. This Unicorn danced her horn off.

Since it was Miss Bella Black's birthday, I got to spank that fine latex clad booty! The elves got excited there was going to be a show, but I wrapped it up after giving the appointed birthday spanks.

Most were very respectful and I didn't get molested like I usually do at fetish events, but a couple of people needed to be "horned" to move on.

I wrapped up the night with being chosen for a group photo with Lenora Claire, promoting her new show.

What a magical night!

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.

Fetish Folly

Latex. Ladies. Drag queens. These things draw me out and guarantee a great evening. This Thursday, I got decked out and headed to one of my favorite venues downtown, Bordello, like I've said before Bordello is a kind of comfy resplendent hell.
(Photo by Robert C.)


The kick off to LA Kink Fetish Weekend, Fetish Folly headlined some of the same performers at Masque. My latest black tranny crush is the lovely Queen Jazzmun who MC'd the event. She also performs the most amazing song by Wendy Ho, "Fuck Me." So brilliant, I think everyone should learn it:







Also performing was Karis, the Mystical Hooper. He is one hot tight little body that seamlessly strips down to cute panties all while shimmering in that golden hoop. Hot damn!

The usual suspects were all there. I love all my sexy friends! I got to molest a boy in a latex hood by caressing his black latex clad face for awhile--I think we were both purring. Joe Rohraff and Blackula were there snapping photos of the shiny folk--these guys are both really great photographers.

I was rocking out with my purple AMF korset and over the knee black boots, I was much complimented and petted for my fierce outfit. Another successful night in this slick city of sin.

PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE

I attended a fetish party last Saturday called PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE.
It was my first time there (it was on a hiatus for several months) and it's open to couples over 30 with a guest list maximum of 50. Luckily, I had a tgirl to call my date. She is quickly becoming my favorite latex clad thing to cling to and perve on--playing with her has also been a delight!

Earlier in the day I had played with one of my favorite clients, a serious pain slut. He is one of the few I use my heavy knotted cane with--at the end of the session we are both trembling. I might have been too hard on my hand though because it felt rather useless and I restricted myself to more sensual play and perving on all the other lovelies in attendance. It's been awhile since I have been to a private play party and it was such a pleasure seeing people truly engage in BDSM for the fun and not for the show which sometimes happens at clubs. Full nudity is also better suited to play and I find the mandatory duct tape on nipples policy ridiculous and another useless remnant of puritannical society in modern day "liberal" America.

There were a lot of sexy, kinky scenes going on that I won't go into detail about for obvious reasons, but I will say that everyone appeared to be having a great time; and also, very important, was playing safe. Am I turned on when I see a single tail crack a slave's back? Yes, but I'm also touched when I see the Mistress end the scene with band-aids. Hehe.

Hot for me was accidentally wondering into an involved scene and being quickly pulled into the heart of it . . .

But aside from play, I had a wonderful time, looking fierce in latex with my thigh high boots and chatting with guests. Tommy O was kind enough to set up a photo area and captured this picture, which he called "the money shot." Indeed.

Unfortunately I will be in New Orleans for the next event, which is being held on the first Saturday of every month, but I will definitely love to go the next time it runs and I am in town.

GwenMedia Prom

I went to the GwenMedia Prom last week that served as the farewell party for Isabella Sinclaire. I must say this was much better than any prom I ever went to. Not only was my date extremely foxy, but I actually knew (and liked!) the people at this prom. It was a pleasure meeting new people as well as continuing to get to know some lovely people I have been introduced to of late. The decorations were fun and festive, I love hot pink! Music was enjoyable--you can't go wrong with 80's pop rock. Comparing it to other proms, there is no comparison. I'm very glad I went. Although, since it was not a play party, I did practice restraint, knowing what wonderful implements were in the wings!

Ms. Justine goes to Miss California

I confess that I went to the pageant fully expecting to hate it. Even on my way to the event my friend said, "Now you be nice to those girls!"

In spite of myself, I actually had a good time. The last time I had seen a pageant must have been when I was a child and wasn't really sure what to expect. I had a running commentary on Twitter throughout the pageant. However, what I most definitely did not expect was how dressed up everyone else was in the audience. I felt too casual among cocktail dresses and strappy heels with my, it must be confessed, dungarees. I didn't think that for many attendees, that this would be a big event for them too, something that perhaps they wished to participate in someday.

I thoroughly enjoyed the talent competition forgetting how much I loved opera and ballet. I continued to enjoy the so-called physical fitness competition. Slightly horrified and dismayed with evening wear and I realized, this was awesome! I got to see very talented, sexy women in many different outfits in a matter of hours! Then came the Q&A and I was incredibly disappointed. The questions were great: how do you see the role of women changing? How has the recession effected you? The answers? Pure drivel. But they are tough questions that could occupy the space of a thesis and I too would be hard-pressed to give an excellent answer in a few minutes.

Several questions plagued me during this event. Why is this an event only for women? I can't imagine men competing this way and I realize it's because they don't have to. Should we continue to objectify ourselves for the sake of scholarship money? Should we perpetuate the ideal that women should be talented, sexy and smart? What is the fetish equivalent?

At the end of the night, I told my date I sure had a swell time. He responded a little too quickly, I can get us tickets for Miss America in Las Vegas!

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!

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.

Kinky Valentine's Day Presents for the Mistress

Happy Valentine's Day!

Tonight I will don red latex to attend Rubberotica and I'm looking forward to the performances, play and familiar faces.

I am kinky. I am green. Kink and green don't often go together, but I came across this post on Idealbite with several viable options for eco-friendly toys. My favorites are the Coco de Mer sustainable wood paddle and recycled innertube harnass.

And when it's time to clean out that toy drawer, instead of making a clandestine run to the dumpster at midnight, you can recycle them to get gift certificates good for more sex toys.

When I think about all those dildos thrown out in haste . . .

BDSM Wedding

Bride and groom in bright red, the backs of their attire cut out to allow room for the suspension hooks to be placed between their shoulder blades, men in black wearing gloves and masks carefully place the hooks, a hushed tension as everything is in place, the wheel cranks, feet leave the floor, the Mistress audibly gasps, they dangle playfully for a moment, then join, holding hands and face the reverend who begins, "Dearly Beloved . . ." Welcome to LA!

I have been to a few weddings and my date and I agreed that none were as touching, and consequently, as hot as this one.

Congratulations!

Here's to all other kinky hopefuls looking for their lifelong partner!

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!

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.

The Altered Eye

Last night I attended Alex Storm's show, The Altered Eye, at the Cella Gallery in North Hollywood. It was the first time I had the pleasure of seeing Alex's work in a gallery. I must say I felt the photographs he chose to display were particularly strong and an excellent representation of his work. Alex photographs artistic nudes and BDSM/fetish scenes, so of course there were some of LA's kinksters about the show some of whom have modeled for him. I think it is difficult to photograph the female nude, but I believe Alex does this well and I thoroughly enjoyed his images.

I hope we can work together soon!

Club Hell, finally

After months of ditching and flaking out on Club Hell, I finally went. Wow. It was beautiful, spacious and hot! I saw some of my favorite ladies I haven't seen in awhile, and I spoke to Mistress Nina Sparks' submissive, Elaynna Sparks for a good portion of the night. What a lovely lady!

As usual, I fell brutally in love with all the aerialists. However, I've found the secret to their power, a local class in Culver City that I'm drooling over. Stay tuned for Ms. Justine learning a whole new set of ropes!

I loved the way the play stations were set up, even though it was very open, they still seemed intimate and not institutionalized. There was some pretty intense needle play that scared my date, feathers mohawking out of a man's skull. Ooh!

Mistress Melissa, ever intense, brought a whole new level to her play as she lit her floggers on fire and florentined the beautiful submissive ladies on stage.

What a night. I will definitely be coming back.

Masque

This was my first time attending Masque. I must say, I really enjoyed this event. What an excellent idea to have a "black-tie" fetish event dinner show. I love good food, entertainment and kinky beautiful people.

Prior to this event, I got into my head that I really wanted to be a unicorn, but decided it was too complicated to do well with such a short amount of time. For now I decided to go like Audrey Hepburn from Breakfast at Tiffany's, very classic with a simple black dress and a black pearl necklace.

Imagine my surprise when the ringmaster/MC Prince Poppycock burst out into song: The Last Unicorn! One of my favorite childhood animations and the music is so enchanting as well. During a performance, I find the Prince at the bar and tell him how much I loved his rendition of The Last Unicorn and how I wanted to be a unicorn. He told me that he was looking for someone to be a unicorn but we agreed that is a pretty difficult costume to pull off properly. Oh, Poppycock, I want to be your last unicorn!

Sounds of Asteroth

I finally went to see my friend's band, Sounds of Asteroth at El Cid in Silverlake on Friday night. What fun! Any band that combines glitter, good music and drag queens is a band for me.

Also noteworthy was The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players I have seen them before and as usual, also a very fun band to see play. I don't see live music that much and will only do so when I find it particularly compelling, like Jewel yodeling.

LA Kink Ball

Hmmm, this was my very first fetish event and my very first time wearing latex.

I guess I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was a little disappointed. But I'd rather focus on the positive.

First, it's hard to beat showing up in a limo with 20 other foxy ladies. We were pretty stunning.

I loved Eden Wells in her rubber ball. That was pretty amazing. I mean, how often do you see a woman wearing a strap-on encased in a clear latex ball dancing around? I can't dance, especially not in fetish wear.

The Diffidence dance by Elayssa which featured three dances representing Freudian Id, Ego and Superego was by far my favorite. Wow, these ladies were boss. I want to join and be Unconscious.

Oh, Mistress Shae and Natalie, did the most amazing scene that should have been on the main stage. Patient Natalie was strapped in a medical chair while Doctor Shae gave her treatment with the violet wand. We were all cured.