Footnight @ Dungeon Servitu

It was my first time finally seeing the new space Dungeon Servitu. I liked the space and thought it was an appropriate location for Footnight.

The theme was elegance, so I wore a very short white satin backless dress. The view of Me going on the stairs was very distracting indeed.

As I walked in, Mazzy Star's "Into Dust" was playing, one of my favorite songs. It set a good mood for me for the evening and then of course immediately being asked for a session.

One of my fantasies came true that night as I managed to stay in one prime location for a couple of hours. As soon as one foot boy left, another rushed in. I was happy to see one of my favorite regulars who had made some extra preparations expecting to see me and he got a little CBT action while I was having my legs and feet adoringly worshipped.

Sadly, I didn't get a chance to see a few people who I know wanted to see me. I'm very popular at Footnight, if you definitely want to see me, I suggest contacting me before and setting a time to meet. It's difficult to check my phone during the night, but you can also try texting me.

Foot Night in New Space

I've missed a couple of Foot Nights due to my kinky international travel, but I was happy to make it out to the last Foot Night. It's in a new space in Downtown Los Angeles. An opportunity should not be missed to view my toes in sexy sandals, nor my body in a sexy bikini!

I think this was the best Foot Night I've been to. The space was nicely laid out, with large private comfortable areas for worship and a full bar.

I met some really wonderful gentleman who worshipped my feet like the Foot Goddess I am.

Here's a few lines from a devotee:



Dear Mistress Justine,

Thank you for participating in the foot parties, and specially, the way you participate!

You were born with amazing genetics, structure and natural beauty head to toe...I thank God & your parents for that.

Justine, you have sculpted the body, nourished the flesh and developed your intellect...I thank you for sharing that with me last night!

Justine, you were great! Took a theme and ran with it, used creativity, agility, poise and playfulness...you made my night.




When I get praise like this, it really makes MY night.

Form and Function

I've been seeing a lot of shoes and boots with multiple uses like the ones below. I like the boots that carry toys, but I'm not so sure about the butt plug heels.











You can find shoes here: Ainsley T and Atsuko Kudo

(A big thanks to Tommy O. for finding these pictures and links for me!)

Dear Joan Jett, I wanna do real bad things with you

Last night I saw Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. You can just tell that she is a naughty little thing. As a lifestyle and professional Domme, I would make an exception and get on my knees for Joany.

She sang my new favorite song, Fetish.





Oh, look good in latex
Get off having rough sex
Surprise, round and round the bed
Restrained while I fuck your head

You are my Fetish

Gaze down, it's time to be my dog
I'll push, to get you in that fog

You are my Fetish

Pain turns to pleasure fast
Relax, while I pound your ass
Cool cat, cool cat, come on I'll give you some
Oh, yea, gonna, I'm gonna watch you come

You are my Fetish
You are my Fetish
You are my Fetish

I order you, you, you
You better m-m-mind
I order you, you, you
You better m-mind
I order you, you, you
You better m-m-mind
I order you, you, you
You better m-mind

Psychology Today

As soon as I saw her at my doctor's office, I knew she was coming home with me! Okay so this is issue of Psychology Today is from August 2008 but it's not likely you read it, so enjoy my opinion of the article, Typically Twisted.

It is not, as I initially expected about sexually deviant, but rather about "being normal" and people's obsession about it. Out of seven possible "oddities," only one relates to sexuality. Although many people may try some kink or anal sex, most people "harbor strong and decidedly subjective ideas about what's simply kinky and what's truly creepy." As a dominatrix, I come across many people's fantasies that have been deeply harboured and there is often a sense of shame or guilt.

"A practice that is harmful, exploitative, or dangerous . . . such as public flashing is deemed abnormal . . . then it's usually called a paraphilia, defined as unconventional sexual behavior that's both obsessive and compulsive. For instance a guy who can only get off only when he's wearing diapers."

And I'm here to tell you, it's all good baby!

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.

The Notorious Bettie Page

This is has been on my list for a long time and I finally procured a copy. I was reluctant to see it, since I heard it was not very good, but being that Bettie Page is such an iconic cult object to a fetish/BDSM crowd, any movie would likely be sub par to such elitists.

I do not know much about her life, but rather enjoyed the movie. Gretchen Mol looks so damn good as Bettie Page, I'm not sure why she bothers with Gretchen. Disturbing to me was the gang rape sequence since I cannot find anything regarding if this actually happened.

It is striking to me that as a fetish model, so many of her photos are of her smiling. Even though much of her style has been endlessly copied, I still cannot think of many modern fetish models who smile in their photographs. I'm always smiling in photo shoots--I have a lovely smile and no one ever sees it. Photographers are always telling me to look stern and serious, but I'm having too much fun, especially if there is another Lady involved.

As for the movie, I love the way it was shot--mostly in black and white, then sometimes in color, but still keeping the same tones and saturation as if it was 50s color.

It's sad that she and other photographers were persecuted for harmless photography and even today, we kinksters are seen as deviants, surely I've met assholes, vanilla and kinky alike. Whatever her reasons, I'm glad she was able to take the photographs that made her such a legend.

Masque

Arriving a bit early, I temporarily panicked when I saw people not of the Fetishworld exiting El Cid. Did I have the wrong venue? wrong date? Or were they just really uninspired for the evening? However, I was correct and hence the universe did not come to a screeching halt. The diners were leaving their evening and inquired about the event about to take place. They said I looked absolutely beautiful.

I felt supremely elegant in a black latex gown by Inner Sanctum. The latex made good sexy swishing sounds as I walked. Standing in the garden, a Beautiful Lady offered me a lube up. Who am I to argue? There's something delightful erotic about being touched through latex, a shiny second skin.

In a couple of hours we were finally seated. I enjoyed the show and smelling other people's food, but myself and surrounding companions were not served. After midnight and several rounds of jack and coke, I lost track of where my food was, where the evening was going and what the fuck I was going to write about in my blog.

I finally quipped, I'm *only* a Dominatrix. Why would I expect any food at a dinner show?

We finally received our appetizers. It was supposed to be seared tuna. Instead we received tuna-sicles. My companions and I were reduced to hysterical laughter. We were tired, hungry and shit-faced. Why didn't we start a food fight? Er, a sploshing fest?

When my date inquired about our appetizers, the waitress responded, We have to make food for all these people.

All Points Bulletin.

It's not really the SERVERS fault. The kitchen is clearly too small to support the amount of diners present.

The performers were amazing. It's been awhile since I have since Sir Poppycock, but he is always such a dashing delight, even if he did not sing my favorite tune, The Last Unicorn. A truly elegant performer and MC. I always enjoy the talents of Bound Lotus, regulars in the fetish club scene and I was introduced to Karis, the Mystical Hooper from La Lucha Vavoom, an event I unfortunately missed this week. For some reason, I have always missed Goddess Soma's performances, so I was delighted in seeing her perform a FemDomme number with the Mistresses Olive and Eva.

The highlight of my evening was spotting a rare pair of Fluevog Grand Nationals. This, to a fetishist, is like a seeing a rare bird in the wild. There's sort of a beautiful moment in the fetish wild when you see a truly unique and or rare piece. People come up to you, sometimes with tears in their eyes and inquire if this is a Real McCoy. I never thought I would see a pair, live. I always thought I would encounter them in a museum, stuffed, beneath glass. So I was quite pleased to see them in their natural habitat. I approached the wearer, gingerly, and asked, Are those a pair of Fluevog Grand Nationals? She replied, Yes, and that she basically sold her soul for them. She added that they were the first run. I asked if I could touch them. She consented. It was one of the few occasions I can be seen in public kneeling. I gave them a good pat.

I attended the play party which was enjoyable, but the proceeding events were so wretched, I was not of mind to play. I enjoyed torturing my boy toy digging My heels deeply into his back while I chatted with other guests.

All in all, there were many splendid moments in the evening, but others were pure torture. And I like to be the one giving torture, not the one receiving it.

C'mon on Barbie, let's go party

In some ways, Barbie is the original life-like fetish object, paving the way for cartoons, blow-up dolls, anime and the like. Drastically unproportionate with a tiny waist, large breasts, big eyes and long blonde hair, many porn stars, models or actresses seek to emulate this look, notably Pamela Anderson.

I have a confession to make. I love Barbie. I used to collect them, but found myself not enjoying the modern Barbie, but instead focusing on the vintage Barbies of the 60s. Like much of the 60s, I'm drawn to the clean, classic lines of her pale blue eyeshadow, thick eyeliner; perfectly coordinated wardrobe with matching shoes and handbags for every outfit. I have stopped collecting Barbies, but love the work of Judy Ragagli who makes photo realistic oil paintings of vintage Babies. Platinum Swirl has been on my wishlist for ages.

The theme at Club Hell last night was Barbie's Hell House. So I posted the following on my social media sites:

Going to Hell tonight as the Barbie who got all her hair cut off by a creative child. And wears all leather. Seriously, why isn't there a dominatrix Barbie? Mattel?

Many people responded. Here are some of the fetish themed Barbies that are out there:





































































As for myself, I geared up with my crotch high black leather boots, corset, short skirt and some metallic hot pink eyelashes. Even though I also wore blue eyeshadow, no one commented on my resemblance to Barbie. I was still a hit.

You know you've made it when . . .

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Worship Me like the Foot Goddess I Am!

Another delightful night at Footnight.

I saw my regulars, submissives and kinksters by nature who I very much enjoy slapping around a bit while whispering fantasies into their ears while I am treated to loving worship on my feet. The private booths set up for foot worship require a bit of ingenuity to put into effect the more encompassing play I'm used to, but I always rise the the occasion. Those who saw me last night will agree!

As usual it was a pleasure seeing Beautiful Ladies like Noir Halo, Miss Mya, January Seraph and Vima Sophia and the many other beautiful models. I can never get over walking into a room full of these Ladies!

I met a couple of other new people I hope to make my pets soon. To J. I'd relish in making you my pretty little slut. To D. I do hope you accept a certain Beautiful Lady's invitation and I can run into you soon. Confidential to A. You bring the doughnuts, but I'll bring the handcuffs! ;)

New Years Footnight Party

Join me this Thursday night for the Los Angeles New Years Footnight Party.



I'm ticklish . . .



I love to have my feet massaged . . .



and my toes sucked . . .



I really enjoy trampling you!



What would you like to do with my feet?

Nine

I can't decide if this movie is great or cheesy, but I'm not here to give you a feminist or intellectual reading of this movie. I'm here to tell you about the reason I saw this movie, which is why you should see it, the women! Featuring some of the sexiest and most beautiful women of this generation, and if you like the older dames, it has those too. Every scene is full of great bones, eyes, lips and legs. The movie drips with legs almost as good as mine, covered in fishnets and thigh highs, ending with stiletto shoes and over the knee black leather boots.

Even if I were to review this movie seriously, I'm not sure what else I would say about it, other than to bring me back to those dozens of legs.

Fetish Nation

Had a lovely time at Fetish Nation the other night, a newish fetish club every other Saturday at Circus by the same people who put on Club Hell.

I wore my new naughty nurse outfit, black patent leather boots with red soles and gloves of course--all to much praise. It may have something to do with it's second skin fit and the fact that most of my legs were exposed. ;)

There was some foot contest for most attractive feet, but I somehow missed the sign-up otherwise I'm sure these tootsies would have won the prize! I had a wonderful foot massage regardless. I have been preloading foot massages when I go out these days--it's a good way to make it through the evening in fetish shoes. Besides, I can never get enough attention on my feet.

A fashion show by Venus Prototype features some rather foxy latex designs including some great printed pieces. Various play stations are scattered in the main area of the club, but I got my own private lube up from a Beautiful Lady.

What I find particularly amusing about this particular club is that Circus is so big, there's actually another club night going on at the same time with "normals." I find the interaction between the fetish and vanilla fascinating. Sometimes we wander through their side with the standard technodisco and strobe light, but lately I have been noticing more and more plaid shirts among the latex when it's time for the shows.

While walking around with a friend who works in the scene, a vanilla girl said, "Ohmygod! You look so hot!" With my friend wearing a fetching ensemble of fishnets, a black corset and ample breasts--I tended to agree.

Out of ear shot, my friend scoffed, "It's my job to look this hot."

Indeed.

Don Corbitt is amazing.

FemDomme and Foot Fetish: The Early Years

For some reason, lately, I've been thinking back to early encounters of the kinky kind. I'm always getting asked about how I began, and you can find a few answers here or there, but really, when I think back, I remember this is always how things were--dominance came naturally to me.

I recall spending time with a group of new friends in college. We were at a grocery store and one of the boys mentioned how good he was a foot massages. In fact, he loved to give them! Well, I instructed him right then and there to prove it. He artfully unbuckled my sandal (I am still, after many years impressed with this) and took my tender, well-pedicured foot in hand.

He was good. He was very good. He was so good I could barely keep composure as he massaged my foot in the middle of the grocery store. I think I leaned heavily against his broad shoulders, but eventually made him kneel so I could sit on his leg and most properly enjoy the foot massage he was giving me.

We all find each other. He had consciously or perhaps unconsciously been admiring my pretty feet and strong will, and as soon as I realized his proclivities, I seized the opportunity.

Now, I'm not saying that I love to dominate and order around all men, but if I can't, I'm just not sure what to do with you.

Double Trouble in New Orleans

Finally, I have booked a flight to see my favorite red-headed Beautiful Lady of the South, Mistress Erin. I will be there from 9/30-10/7.

I wanted to post a photo of us together, but all our photos are um, too spicy for the 'net. Although I plan on getting in a couple of decent photoshoots while I'm there, I think the decadence will inspire me.

I quiver in delight to see what sort of trouble we will get into together in NOLA.

Perhaps you would like to join us?


I'm also looking forward to seeing Don, an old friend from home. He's an amazing photographer but also designs amazing couture fetish clothing. I know we will at least shoot together, but it's high time I get my paws on some of his exquisite creations.

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!

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!

Beginnings . . .

People often ask me, "How did you get involved in all this kinky stuff?" Well, I don't really know. Depending on the climate and the inquirer, I deflect this question many ways.

Sometimes I blame an old kinky boyfriend, but he really cannot take credit for all the trouble I've gotten myself into--and by trouble, I mean fun of course. Considering all he did was blindfold me and torture me with a feather tickler. This is not to say they weren't a lot of other things going on too, but he wanted to introduce me slowly into this world. It turned out to be too slow and really should not have been spent on the submissive side of things, but I would have rather it been this way then some of the other trully horrid stories I've heard.

Other times I think of the first time I felt a cock in my hand and how good it felt. Then I think about the first time I held a whip in my hand and how RIGHT it felt.

Then there are just logistics. A few years ago in Philly, I knew a pro-domme, and had we both stayed in Philly, I probably would have deepened our friendship and eventually gone to work with her at her commercial dungeon, but we both moved on. Suddenly, I was unemployed and in Los Angeles; while surfing through CL for jobs, I remembered how "I always wanted to do that" so I googled "dungeon" with my zip code. It turns out there is a dungeon right around the corner! Welcome to LA! A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in a parlor getting interviewed. I was hired on the spot as a submissive with the promise I would be working my way up as I gained professional experience. The next day, I was on the Strip in Fredericks of Hollywood buying cheap corsets and white shoes.

For some reason, I thought I had to have a white collar. During the next week, I visited every single sex toy shop in Los Angeles--none of them had a white collar, not even Petco. I had to special order it from leatheretc.

How I rose up from sub to switch-in-training to switch to Domme is another matter, but this is a good start to my beginnings.