Happy New Year!

Getting ready to launch a super classy site with some new hot photos of me and my pet in latex. I know what you are thinking, I'm already fucking awesome: you worship my photos, read and reread my entries, what else can I possibly do? I'm going to blow your mind! The new site will be the BEST Dominatrix site on the planet, there will be new photos, free clips, and more frequent updates.

So here's just a tiny taste of the hotness to come . . .





So while you are waiting on your knees, consider a few of my favorite moments of 2010:

*Torture Garden in London

*Labyrinth of Jareth

*My supersexyshiny friends

*custom latex Unicorn outfit

*St. Leather floggers

*Stephen Elliot

*Raising money for breast cancer

*New Orleans (a special shout out to Douglas!)

*Latex Invasion at the Roosevelt



(Photo by Robert C., flogger by Saint Leather)

127 Hours Premiere

I came. I saw. I wore latex, do you really want to know about the movie?

Probably not something I would normally see unless I was still with my infamous rock climbing ex, but I still enjoyed the film., which is based on the true story of Aron Ralston, who got stuck in the desert for 127 hours because his hand is pinned by a boulder that fell on him. While I was a girl scout, I'm no regular adventurer, so here is my dominatrix reading of the film:

First of all, safety clown says its always a good idea to tell someone where you are going and have the proper supplies. Do I begin mummification with saran wrap before I have my safety scissors laid out? Fuck no. It's all fun and games until someone loses a hand or can't get out of the mummification before his lunch hour is up.

I was impressed with Aron's single handed rigging with rock climber rope and carabiners to attempt to lift the boulder, but as he quipped, I really need a different kind of rope, a couple of pulleys and eight burly men to do all the work. Surprisingly, I've often had a similar thought. But I'll take the rope advice of a rock climber any day and still have the handmade binder detailing knots etc. lovingly prepared by said ex. (Bonus tip: get retired climbing rope and take out the core, it makes great bondage rope Midori even said so!)

Finally, the bloody gory cutting off his arm part. Considering I am a person who routinely tortures people (with their expressed consent) and has made some lovely bloody messes--this scene didn't really bother me at all. I may be jaded. There was a great build-up and suspense, but honestly I would have tried to cut my arm off by Day 2. Most people were cringing and hiding their faces, including my date Stephen Elliot, but I like to think of it more as snuggling in my latex loveliness, compliments of Atsuko Kudo.

Oh yeah, in the beginning of the film, there was an emergency of someone needing a doctor because apparently a woman was having a diabetic seizure. There was a call to raise the house lights, but it never happened. Leave it to Hollywood to not interrupt anything seemingly important. I personally like to attend to all my medical emergencies in the blasted dark. Perhaps someone had the flashlight app.

Afterwards, there was routine Hollywood boozing, schmoozing and fawning over my dress. Amber Tamblyn, one of the few other people in the movie, couldn't believe that I was still wearing my patent leather sky high stilettos, towering over everyone. I told her I would die before I took them off. She had ditched her Louboutins earlier being in them since the afternoon. I was concerned for their safety as I warned some errant shoe fetishist might make off with them (okay, me) but she assured me they were with her agent. We discussed the power of a great sexy shoe.

What a lovely night!

Dark Planet

Halloween was particularly amazing this year. My supersexyshiny friends and I threw a party, a force to be reckoned with! There were strippers, space brew, and of course the latex Unicorn!

From left, Kitten wearing custom Kaori's Dreams, Jennipurr is wearing Inner Sanctum and the Unicorn in gas mask by Wild Gas Masks.

After several hours as a Unicorn, I changed into my sexy silver stripper bikini. People kept giving me money and stuffing it down my g-string! There's a lot of naughty pictures of me spanking the Ladies and grabbing men's crotches, hehe!



I ended the very long night in the hot tub. I wish more nights were like this, but strangely a lot of my nights are pretty similar! ;)

Latex Invasion @ the Roosevelt

The Tigre and I love latex and pools, so what better way than to combine the two! So we planned to head our supersexyshiny crew over to the Roosevelt for a latex invasion that really flipped people out.

We rocked out with some fucking hot latex bikinis by Jane Doe and sexy Agent Provocateur and strutted around the pool area, drinking mojitos and champagne. Sin Fisted joined us in full get up: black rubber hood, corset and shoes. She looked very cute in a bright pink blow-up tube. Miss Bella Black looked like a vintage bathing beauty with her black boy shorts, bikini top and black and transparent hood. Eventually a monkey suit came over to ask us to take off the hoods, he was apparently "very into it," but the manager objected.

Our lounge chair area was quite popular and several cute gay men professed their love to us. Unfortunately, they stopped letting our crew in otherwise our latex forces would have been much stronger. They claimed it was because they were at capacity, but let's face it, Ron Jeremy was there and he took up a lot of space. The choice between beautiful women in latex and Ron Jeremy is obvious.

I chatted with an English woman at the bar and she was really into it which just reaffirms my opinion that Europeans are cooler and why aren't I living in London anyway.

Is Los Angeles nothing but beautiful women in latex? Gosh, sometimes it seems that way!

Gummi in Berlin

Being the kinky intellectual I am, I wanted to check out the Erotik Museum whilst in Berlin. We walk into a sex shop akin to Hustler and are instructed to go upstairs to purchase tickets for the museum, which as we soon realize is what very few people are here to do. When upstairs, we realize there are video booths and pretty liberal rules about hooking up in them. This was actually the only place on my trip where I got totally cruised as several smoky men wandered out of their sexy booths and apparently thought my friends and I were ladies for their amusement. Oh poor diluted ungentlemen! You are only here for MY amusement.


The museum itself was okay. The first floor was pretty new with lots of video and interactive activities about sex, attraction and anatomy. There were male and female mannequins that had a "spank-o-meter" in their ass, but sadly, it was broken. I thought I could prove myself, the kink equivalent to the punching bag at Gilley's in Urban Cowboy. The other two floors contained erotic art.

Hautnah was the only latex/fetish shop we went to in Berlin. German latex (gummi) is very strange feeling. Downstairs was a very sexy place, smelling of rubber and cork--it was also a wine cellar! I think fetish and wine go well together. It must be nice to have a tasting down there. Perhaps I will have a latex & wine tasting party. This is where I learned Germans have a fetish for raincoats, rain boots and serious gas masks.

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.

Latex in London and beyond!

I think some of the best latex designs are coming out of the UK, so it was a pleasure to visit the brick and mortar shops in London.


Libidex - I must say, I think I like their catsuits best. I was particularly noting their white latex which seemed quite bright. It has some fun antique sexy toys in the basement.


House of Harlot - They just have the best uniforms! Here I was also introduced to Prong Jewellry, some pretty edgy fun stuff that goes well with fetish wear, but is not cliche, or looks like its off the rack from Hot Topic.


Showgirls - This is where Atsuko Kudo latex lives. This is where I wept because I wanted everything! You can also get tickets for the monthly fetish Club Rub where you can get lubed up and they will also wash and powder your latex after the night is over.


Christina Aguillera dons latex from Atsuko Kudo and House of Harlot in this very hot supersexyshiny video you can watch here.

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

The Standard

(Photos: Robert C.)

Latex Party! Part Two

More latex . . . more pets!








(Photos: Robert C.)

Latex Party! Part One

Enjoying my latex pet . . .











(Photos: Robert C.)

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.

Latex loves Me

Here's a sneak peek of an impromptu photo shoot with Tommy O.



We had planned to hang out, but not to shoot. We didn't stand a chance--I look amazing in latex, and he loves to shoot amazing ladies in latex. Just an hour before I was trolling the farmer's market, picking up organic winesap apples for my kickass pie. So if you were wondering what I looked like on my "off" day, it's pretty much what I look like everyday.

Latex Pool Pervert

I'm trying to take a nice relaxing dip in my latex gown, but a pervert is spying on me!

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.

Latex pool pervert

I refuse to let summer go. Here's a sneak peek at my new photo set with Jim Groves. We had a lot of fun in the pool, as I modeled my black latex gown, he took photos of me from above and below. We agreed it was by far the best thing we've done in the pool this summer.

What have you done in the pool this summer?

Double Take in $pread

Corset or jeans, I look fiercely beautiful in both! Check me out in print: the Summer 2009 issue of $pread's feature, Double Take. I answer a few questions about my style in the dungeon and on the street. Photos are by the lovely Jenny DeMilo.

$pread is a much needed magazine "illuminating the sex industry." Also, in this issue are interviews with alt-porn performers, articles on D.C. activists fighting prostitution-free zones, stripper tarot and reviews on strap-ons. Informative, sexy and awesome--go get a copy now.

Corsets

I decided to buy a new red latex corset for upcoming kinky Valentine's Day themed events in Los Angeles.

I am a pretty recent convert to latex. At first I didn't understand it, but for a fetish "fabric" it can be so versatile, but always looks enticing.

As for corsets, I have long loved their look and feel. The steel bones holding me in along my long waist, pushing my breasts upward, accentuating my slender neck--this is what makes me feel sexy. I love the feel of the constant hug around my middle. I feel proud. I feel confident.

And yet every time I don a corset I remember what My Spanish professor in college said, "Women were literally encased in whales. Oh yes, it's true!"

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.