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!

Secretary

The last time I saw this movie was years ago, before I became a pro-Domme. It blew my mind what a totally different perspective I have of these movie now.

I still like it, but not as much as I did. Much like the movie Blow had more to do with being working class and making a living than it had to do with coke, I feel like Secretary has more to do with a personal journey of recovery than it has to do with BDSM.

But what I really like about the movie always, is that it showed the difference between bad hurt and good hurt. Lee cuts herself to relieve the pain she feels of living with her alcoholic, abusive father and co-dependent mother. However, when she gets spanked by her boss, she goes to a different place to experience and process that pain, and ultimately the humiliation from her boss. And I like that it shows both characters struggling with how to deal with their love of a D/s relationship, deviating from "the norm."

To me, it's more funny than sexy, like when she tries to spank herself or when she tries to find another play partner--haven't we all been there? It's just not the same as being with someone who rocks.

Enjoy this mainstream movie that touches on D/s. I'm interested in reading the story by Mary Gaitskill that this is based on, I have recently discovered her writing and I find it dark and intelligent.

Spanking . . .

You begin too light-hearted, joking with me, not being serious at all. I quickly move to change your attitude, demand respect and subservience. I put the thick rubber collar around neck and pull you by the o-ring. You apologize and bow your head. I instruct you to lay out all your toys on the ottoman. When you are done, I want you to bend over my lap. What implement of torture shall I use on you? There is my favorite red and black braided flogger, various weights, ropes, CBT devices, but looking at you, turned over on my lap, waiting in anticipation, I find no implement as perfect as my hand. THWACK! I start spanking you mercilessly, your skin turns pink, then red. I rake my nails over your tortured flesh, parallel, lines immediately emerge.

I find your facial expressions such a delight, I purposelly neglect to put on your spandex hood.

So many toys, so many boys, so little time . . .

Domming out in the vanilla world

Over the weekend I headed out of town for some much needed R&R with a plethora of "vanilla" friends. They have no idea what a pervert I am, and I rather relish in my deception. We'll see how long that lasts though since being surrounded by so many cute boys, I wanted to slap and tickle them all. Well, that's what I say and it's true, I would start out that way, but then once I get going, before you know it, you're tied up in elaborate bondage with electrodes on your balls and a dildo up your ass--but I digress.

Anyway, I couldn't contain myself anymore and went up to a boy and pulled his hoodie over his head, pulling the strings down tight over his face. He laughed, saying well I can just pull this off my head. I said, Oh yeah? and quickly used the strings to tie his hands together in front of his face, which gave me perfect access to . . . his armpits!!!! Muahahahahha. I promptly went in for the kill. He thought it was all fun and games until he realized that in about five seconds I had quite effectively tied his hands up and it was useless to escape. He exclaimed, Wait! You really tied me up! Ahh!!! And then I found his belly button. He went down! After tickling him on the floor a few times and resisting my urge to kick him, I untied him and thanked him for being a good sport. I went downstairs to find another willing victim.

Downstairs was the Firefighter. Oh lordy how I would love to do more than just tickle him. I crack my fingers and go in to tickle his sides, and inexplicably, as though he reads my kinky mind, bends over! Well, how could I let this perfect ass go to waste? and I start spanking him! Perfection. I love spanking manly men. Those who have lives that involve weightlifting and protein shakes, those that involve board meetings of which they control--men who are usually in control of their lives, and then they give that control to me. I have to stop myself before I get too carried away . . .

The rest of the night passed by without kinky incident. There was almost some ball busting/CBT when a boy tried to get into the hot tub with a bunch of ladies who were sans bikinis, but much to my disappointment he decided to leave to play ping pong.

Sigh. Another night, another firefighter. How was your weekend?