Palm Springs

Need a weekend in the desert, so I will be going out to Palm Springs 10/14-10/17.

The military base Twentynine Palms is close by and I am offering a discount to all military personnel, because I love a man in uniform. Consider this my contribution to the war effort. Marilyn Monroe lent her voice to raise spirits, I'm sure my flogger will do more!

Southern Decadence in NOLA

I showed up at LAX wearing my tall black leather boots as requested by a client--to make sure my feet get all leathery and sweaty. I decided it would be a good idea to get them shined and low and behold there was a station right by my gate! I step up to get those beauties properly shined. This guy was a shoe shiner/fortune teller. He took one look at me and said, "You are very well-read, aren't you?" Why yes, I am. A few minutes later, he said, "You do something very interesting for a living don't you?" He had me pegged and did an excellent job, I tend to overtip.

Right out of the gate, I had my first session at my upscale hotel on the riverfront. He was so into these boots he fell to his knees the moment he entered the room. The gentleman was very grateful to catch me this time in town as he had missed me the last time I was in town and he was actually moving that weekend to Europe. I gave him my sweaty black knee high socks as a going away present.

That night, Mistress Erin and I went out to a classy New Orleans restaurant to enjoy some crawfish etoufee and Stellina de Norte wine. The rest of the night we roamed the French Quarter stopping in her favorite bars and hanging out with all the lovely people. I ran into Ryan St. Germain whom I just adore--want to put him in my pocket and keep him. He writes a sexy blog and takes pictures of sexy Ladies. One day I'll get stuck in his f-stop.

Saturday morning I saw D., my biggest fan in New Orleans. We had a lovely time as usual--my stockings, leather straps and heels were involved, but I don't think this is what Herman Miller had in mind when he designed his infamous chair. He also brought me a yummy vanilla Fleur-de-lis candle--ooh wax play!

Later Miss Erin and I went to the clothing optional Country Club full of festive gay men. In the pool, a man came up to me and said, "I just have to say you have magnificent ta-tas! I'm a gay man, but I can still appreciate them." You know you're doing something right when in a nude pool of seething gaymance, men are checking you out and complimenting you!

At night I wandered around the Quarter with my dear friend Don (amazing photographer + fetish clothing designer), dropping into various bars. Not as much leather as I expected, though it was still very humid and hot at night. I love those leather harnasses, perfect for pulling a slave around, but I don't think these guys would have went for it. Don and I decided to go into a strip club, but were denied entrance because he wasn't wearing sleeves. We go to another strip club and were again denied by Don's offensive arms. I love tease and denial, but not when it's done to ME! Damnit, and they were actually going to charge me. Since when do Beautiful Ladies get charged at the door for a strip club?

We slept off most of our debauchery on Sunday after waking briefly for some delicious breakfast in bed from room service. Miss Erin and I had dinner at a local pub, Yo Mamma's. This was my kinda place, it was decorated with a St. Andrew's Cross and chained handcuffs hung from the ceiling, floggers lined the walls. I was very distracted from eating my dinner.

My last day, I enjoyed the rain, then some coffee and beignets at the infamous Cafe du Monde.

I had such a lovely time, I am returning at the end of November because I know Miss Erin and I will make it the best Spanksgiving ever! I give excellent spankings and make the best pie. :)

The Unicorn

I had a smashing time in London and Berlin, where among other things, I attended Torture Garden. For the main night, I dressed as a white latex unicorn. I consider unicorn play the Dominant version of pony play. I remain untethered, but had a couple of Unicorn handlers to protect me from Undesirables. Here are the pictures from that night. I will be posting them as I receive them. Gas mask is by Wild Gas Masks.








(Photo by Nikki Thorn)

London called

I answered and said, Yes!

I'm very excited to be going to London and Berlin with some of my favorite supersexyshiny friends. I will be there for the
Torture Garden parties.

Though I am well-traveled, I have never been to London nor Berlin; neither have I been to any TG parties, so I am thrilled!

I plan to be very busy with TG, and being a tourist, but I'll be sneaking in some sessions too!

I will be in London and Berlin from April 25th to May 8th. I will be at TG on Saturday and Sunday. I am having a special unicorn outfit made for the occasion!

When I know more specifics I will be posting updated travel arrangements.

Cheers!

Season's Beatings in New York

New York travel dates confirmed: 12/24-1/2.

Even though I lived in New York for years, I never played there! Pity, I know. So you should take this opportunity to play with me now!

I expect to be pretty busy but I hope to make a few new friends while I'm in town.

Caribbean Fetish Fest in Jamaica

It could have been the haircut. It might have been the latex. It probably had something to do with my sassiness. But somehow all these magical elements combined and I was off to Caribbean Fetish Fest in Jamaica for a week with a group of like-minded, kinky individuals--BDSM performers showcasing at Hedonism II for a week.

Most of the crew was from LA with a couple of additions from New York, Master Vito and his submissive; and aerialists/firespinners from Reno whom I promptly renamed the Reno sprites since they left a trail of glitter and delight in their wake. Tommy O. was there to attempt to photograph our deviant, hellacious entities.

We caught the tale end of another event, the Penthouse Key Girls. The one that took the cake was a lady we affectionately called "Candlewax Girl." Her performance included several lit candles and a sheet. I knew where this was going, but the audience seemed perplexed. She invited a couple of them up to the stage. She gave them candles, flipped herself over and instructed them to pour the white hot wax into her girly bits. I was delighted. She then dripped it across her magnificent breasts. Finally, she ended with her legs stradled over her torso like a contortionist and dripping hot wax into her ass. At that precise moment, I realized, life couldn't get any better than this.

But of course it did when our crew took over! We had some hot suspension from Master Vito, angle grinding sparks from Snow and Noir Halo, and oh just about everything else we were allowed to get away with on this island. The performances were really playful but steamy, it was a pleasure to be seated and comfortable while perving. I enjoyed seeing performances out of context where I could really concentrate and watch as opposed to being in a club where I'm distracted.

We did the resort stuff like laying about nude on the beach drinking fruity frozen concoctions. We went to Rick's Cafe, the infamous bar at the edge of the island where people dive off the cliffs. A couple of people from our group dove off the cliff; one Reno sprite managed to do flips that earned local praise. I went kayaking and sailing. Most of our time was spent saying, Damn, we are so awesome.

And we are.

Upcoming Travel Plans

I haven't been on a vacation it what seems like in forever, so I have decided that I will make time to visit the following within the remainder of the calendar year:

* New Orleans (doubles and trouble with Mistress Erin)
* Seattle + Vancouver
* New York (Fall)

I will keep you updated with my final dates.

New Hope, PA

Today I hung out with a friend who paid someone else to torture him (gasp! the horror) as he finished up his tattoo. It was nice to finally put a face to a name, as he had been seeing Tony of the Lion's Den II for over a year to work on his various pieces. I read poetry in the lobby making fun of all the flash in my mind, until finally the conversation in the back brought me behind swinging doors. Politics. Economics. Revolution. Where is it? I liked Tony a lot; balls to the wall guy I can drink with and discourse. Although, I guess we got a little too passionate about the topic of conversation at the expense of the poor friend. I've never been tattooed, but I can only imagine it gets rougher when the artist is also vehemently opposed to corporate bailout co-existing with holiday bonuses and lavish parties, oh and forced foreclosure in Detroit. I am quite the sadist.

On the wall, there was a photocopy of an article from Good Housekeeping 1955 entitled "How to be a Good Wife". It ruffled my feminist feathers, but if you just replace "wife" with "slave" it pleases the Mistress--a later post to follow.

Afterward we went to Le Chateau Exotique where I got my braided flogger from last year. It was a little amusing to me to see brands like Syren and Stockroom tucked away in this tiny cottage-style of a store in a small, artsy town. This store definitely rivals Los Angeles in terms of quality and quantity of toys, media and fetish wear. There was another braided flogger I had never seen before, where the tails were flat braided rather than a round shape. Consider it on my wishlist. my friend offered good advice going into a kinky store where sensual overload is bound to occur and wanting nearly every beautiful, torturous implements: ask the staff what you can't find any where else.