I am now a Baroness

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Los Angeles Footnight Tonight

The theme? Spring Soles'n'Toes.

I expect my hot pink little toes to be well attended.

Looking forward to seeing you there!

Slice

I have sliced off my hair to a sexy textured messy medium length thing of beauty.

I mention it here because I have plans to make it into a hair whip similar to the one here.

Will you be so privileged to feel my silky mane caress your newly beaten skin?

Doubtful.

But you can hope.

Frozen River movie review

Although Frozen River is about human trafficking, the movie's title carries a powerful metaphor throughout the film. Two single mothers must make difficult and ultimately illegal decisions to provide for their children. Because of economic peril and desperation, they have become frozen to the moral or legal realities of their respective worlds. Ray Eddy, a single white mother to two boys, loses her husband and subsequent deposit on a new double wide trailer to his gambling addiction. Lila Littlewolf, loses her husband to trafficking on the river; unable to maintain a job because she needs glasses but chooses to forgo them to provide for her son thus continues her dangerous money making venture. Both women fall victim to circumstances inflicted by men in their lives which are further compacted by racial tensions. Throughout the movie, Lila maintains Cacausin Ray does not have to worry about being stopped by the police or even have to worry about the loss of her car, overlooking that this white woman takes the same mortal and legal risk becuase she of her similiar desparation. Furthermore, Rays needs Lila to make contact with the other Mohawk traffickers.

Gradually, the movie points to poignant scenes that have led these women to such acts of crime. Poor Ray lives in a beat-up trailer with two sons and works part-time at a dollar store; even though she has been an exemplary worker for two years, her young male boss refuses to move her to a full-time position because he sees her as "short-time." We see how things really are, when a cute young employee comes in for her shift late, again. Mohawks try to help Lila stay on the straight and narrow by helping her find a job which she quits because of her poor vision, but allow her in-laws to take her newborn son right out of the hospital. When Ray questions this, Lila replies "tribal police don't get involved in things like that."

While there is one scene that teeters on cheesy, but still poignant, with an obvious metaphor to the rebirth of Christ, the film as a whole is brilliant and masterfully done. The plot is more about the struggle and relationship of these two women, brought together by the seemy undertones of human trafficking. Usually human traficking yields a high profit, yet none of the people in this movie are depicted as wealthy, on the contrary all seem to turn to trafficking because of economic hardship, the same reason creating conditions for people to become trafficked.

While the first runs of cargo are men, only at the end do we see a couple of women who are obviously being trafficked into sex slavery. The pick-up location is a strip club/bordello in the backwoods of Montreal. When the hand-off man, Jacque brings the human cargo out--two young, terrified women who appear to have already been brutalized--Ray and Lila appear conflicted because this is not the typical shipment they have accepted in the past. Against their better judgment, they decide to take them which leads to their so-called demise. But the movie ends proving these unlikely women develop a bond beyond friendship or crime partners. Their fierceness and tenacity to provide and care for their children and compassion for each other make way for an ultimately more sustainable, trafficking-free life together. And the two young Asian women safe in police custody hopefully do not get retrafficked into sexual slavery.

Reviews

During my time as a Domme in LA, I have had many lovely encounters at the Dominion, as an independent and even at Footnight. If you would like to post a review of me on Maxfisch or Allstardommes, you will receive a 20% on your next session with me. If you do not have an account at these sites and do not wish to make one, you can also give me permission to post your e-mail about our experience.

I would like to eventually post these reviews on my site. Of course, I will keep your information private.

Bea Arthur dies

I'm sad to post about another Golden Girl's passing. In honor of both Bea Arthur and Estelle Getty, I give you one of their funniest moments as mother and daughter:




Some of my favorite lines:

(About her mother)
Dorothy: I can't believe this. We have to find her. The last words I said to her were, "Shut up, Zulu."

(About Stan)
Dorothy: I could vomit just looking at you.

Stan: Hurry back muffin.
Dorothy: My feet have wings barf bag.

Gary

Back when I was just a wee deviant I used to spend quite a bit of time finding helpless males to torture via AOL Instant Messenger, when one would actually call it such, and not this new-fangled AIM.

I was introduced to "Gary" through O. He found her, because as a joke in her profile, she had written that she enjoyed repurposing electrical toothbrushes as castration devices. Little did we know what a serious fellow this was and we engaged in many a conversation over the best way to relieve him of his unnecessary appendage.

We talked at length how we should be the last to use that thing between his legs for our pleasure, not for his. We wanted to have our way with him for hours. We would never let him cum. Then after blissful torture we would remove his disgusting manhood. The remodeled electric toothbrush would be switched on, a spinning frenzy of torture and delight, applied precisely and firmly to his testicals, zip, zip--faster than a haircut, we would simply slice them off.

Discussion still continued over what to do with the mess now that we had separated it from said owner. I was of a mind to bronze them and use them as paper weights. Perhaps now I would have used them as CBT weights. I think that would be rather fitting. I like to reduce, reuse and recycle.

He was so intent and enraptured by our sick, creative minds, he offered to pay for our passage to his town to engage in this fantasy. We never had the pleasure of castrating dear ole Gary, but I have delighted in many lovely castration scenarios since then.

Why Same Day Appointments are Impossible

There has also been a rash of eager beavers hoping to get a same day appointments. Suddenly, I realized that I have never granted a same-day appointment.

So my little ones here is why:

1. Logistics
I respond to every sincere inquiry within 24 hours. Even if you are sincere and I do not think we are a suitable match, I will still let you know. Many times I will respond to e-mails within hours, but I choose not to live by my inbox. Since I enjoy so many other things, it seems limiting. So when you e-mail me at 10pm, wanting to see me at 11pm, it is very likely that I have either retired for the night or am out making my own trouble. Do you respond to all your e-mails within minutes?

2. Preparation.
Even if I did get your last minute e-mail, I couldn't possibly prepare for our time together. I start thinking about it the moment you contact me, from space, to toys, to lighting, to wardrobe, right down to the music I will play. I do everything I can to create a mutually enjoyable scene, which is not something I can do with short notice.

3. Classiness/Respect
I am not a corner barber shop you can just wander into on a lark. I am a Lady. I lead a very full schedule. It is disrespectful of Me and My time to inquire about a last minute appointment. Do you expect to be seated with no reservation at four star restaurant?

I want to play with you. I want us both to have an amazing time. Please schedule your appointments with as much notice as possible, ensuring that amazing time.

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.

Human Furniture

I really enjoy furniture play. A body becomes the perfect foot rest for my well pedicured feet while I read The Piano Teacher. Or perhaps you will become a neat little stool upon which I sit while chatting with my girlfriend on the phone. A truly lovely idea is to have several new chairs made for a lively and ultimately kinky dinner party.

If only this fellow was not across the Pond:
Need Someone to Turn Me Into Furniture