Mail order slave

Just the other day the catalog Uline arrived in my mail box. Usually I recycle such riffraff, but today, I flipped through and happened upon some stellar industrial plastic wrap (cling film). What colors! Black, purple and red are my immediate favorite colors being that they don’t have hot pink, of course.

I think the best use for such an abundance of pretty plastic wrap would be to wrap up an able body slave and have him delivered to my door. I would be so excited when my ordered slave arrived, coming home to a large box, marked “this end up.” I’ve been waiting weeks for such a special delivery. I open the box, packing peanuts come tumbling out and there stands my slave wrapped in purple plastic wrap. Too excited to look for a pair of scissors, I begin tearing the wrap with my sharp black nails. Finally, a pile of purple plastic is on the floor around the feet of my new slave. This—is not—what I ordered!

First of all, this slave is too hairy. I specifically remember checking off hairless on the order form. Well, perhaps I can work with that. I grab the dog hair trimmers and start hacking away to see if I can take this down to size. Hmmm, that’s a little bit better. But what are these two roundish objects down here? I most certainly do not require those. There’s more than one way to skin a cat. My daddy grew up on a farm and told me he used to castrate goats with just a rubber band and time. Moving quickly, I get a large purple rubber band from the asparagus and wrap it around those unnecessary things. I’m totally exhausted by this ordeal. Sitting back in my Eames lounge chair, I ponder if this should even be necessary to overhaul my specially ordered slave. Since I would rather not be brash, I decide to call up my dear friend Vanilla Girl to see what she has to say about this. Vanilla, as per usual is shocked and very interested to see the sub par slave that has arrived in my living room.

By the time Vanilla arrives, I have already found many more problems with my slave. He is pudgy, so with Vanilla’s help, we start circling all the problem areas of fat. All the while I am complaining about this utterly disgusting thing and Vanilla is aghast and appalled by my latest mail order slave. She is usually much too nice in these matters, but I am ruthless, pointing out additional problems such as his apparent lack of programming when I ask him to get into slave positions. I throw my Sharpie® down in disgust. We pack this useless thing back into the box, but don’t seal it quite yet. It is time to call the FedEx guy . . .

A Little Piece of History

Respect.

Lady Laura's

I was a Teenage Dominatrix ~ Book Review

If there was a category in the high school yearbook, Most Likely to be a Dominatrix, I would have been it. I’m not sure exactly how I got this reputation, possibly because I liked giving orders and being a bitch, but one year my friend gave me this book, in hopes to start my career.

This memoir is wonderful, but actually has less to do with BDSM and more about the class struggle. It is a woman's journey getting out of the trailer park and becoming educated and worldly.

Shawna Kenney began when she was 19 and then retired in her early twenties. She started working as a stripper, doing outcall in hotel rooms, but found her niche in her “favorite role” being “in charge . . . the ruler, the queen, the BOSS.” The memoir does not cover her training as a pro-domme or protocol in sessions. The sessions she describes are activities like verbal humilation, foot fetish, cross-dressing and GS, but there is some impact play. She works for a private place where she is on call for either sessions in the space or out call, which may include other ladies. Because of this, she seems to talk mostly about the fairness and generosity of her lady boss then the other women she works with. One of my favorites is her menstrual fetish client who buys her used tampons. I love a girl who never throws anything away.

I don't think she was looking for empowerment, I think she was looking for a way to pay the bills. She wanted to pay her way through college; her parents weren't going to be able to assist her and they never went to college themselves. Her description of normalcy was illustrating her humble beginnings and how she continually defied her parents and society norms. I find particularly touching her thrill of backpacking through Europe and retiterates how unbelievable it is that girl like her could go on such a spectacular trip.

This is a hot debate in the BDSM world, if one is lifestyle or professional or both. Lifestyle meaning that one incorporates BDSM as a regular part of one's life; professional being one who plays for money. There are many lifestyle players who are also professional; there are many professionals who do not incorporate BDSM into their lives outside of work. I don't think either deserves our scorn or judgment. Also, every person will only play with what he or she wants to do. Just because you advertise as a professional domme, does not mean you are going to be capable or desirous of playing with every client who wants to play with you. This happened a couple of times in the book and Kenney had that client play with a domme who could give them the type of scene they wanted. This shows her integrity of satisfying a client and keeping her limits intact.

Kenney contends that LA is oversaturated in the domme market so when she moved here, retired. She tumbled into BDSM as a way to pay the bills; she enjoyed it, she was good at it and then felt it was time to hang up her paddle, but knows she can always return to it.

Many of my friends, in or out of the scene thoroughly enjoy this book. Kenney is a very intelligent, go-getter, balls to the wall kinda lady

Are your boots made for walking?

As a professional domme, I often think about my feet and the boots I wear. What's more I think about what I'm going to do with them. I recently came across this campaign for Kenneth Cole, asking for real people who live their lives in a different way, one category they seek to employ are sex workers. I've always liked Cole's thought provoking campaigns and I admire he does seem to be genuinely concerned with making a statement rather than just making a sexy ad for his shoes. I received this information a little late in the game, but thought it may be of some interest:

We are casting the Fall 2008 advertising campaign for Kenneth Cole. The campaign is called NON-UNIFORM THINKING and we hope to shine a light on different types of social issues facing people around the world. In particular we would like to profile those who work to end injustice both at home and abroad. The campaign will be an extension of what is running right now all across America

(www.kennethcole.com/) and will be a celebration of those individuals who strive to make a difference in the world around them. One issue we feel would be interesting to profile is that of sex workers and the dangers they face every day. Awareness is the most important aspect of change and most people do not understand what a sex worker even does and by enlightening those who do not know we can focus on ending the stigma and violence that plagues the community.

The ad campaign will run for 6 months in all print media (magazines, billboards, internet, in-store display) beginning in the fall. In addition we will be filming the shoot and interviewing those involved to be put on the kennethcole.com website. In the interview the person(s) can tell their story and discuss whatever they wish in relation to being a sex worker and the issues they face on a daily basis.

If this were to work out we will pay a fee of $3,500 to be distributed however they wish.

It will shoot in NYC the week of April 14th.

I have included some general information below about Kenneth Cole and images from the current campaign. Please visit http://www.kennethcole.com/thinkers/default.asp to see the complete advertising campaign as well as videos on all of the participants.

For the last 25 years, Kenneth Cole has been both innovative and provocative in raising awareness of a multitude of social causes and issues. As a company Kenneth Cole prides itself on doing things differently, and trying to make the consumer see society from a different perspective. The NON-UNIFORM THINKING campaign embraces this mindset and focuses on real people who live their lives in a different way – either by their own choice or through circumstance. By integrating interesting people of substance into this fashion campaign we hope to dispel all forms of social prejudice by celebrating diversity. Kenneth Cole strives to choose the path least worn and question the status quo. Our attitude is, "If we can't do it differently, it's not worth doing."

If you know of anyone who is interested please have them email info@swopusa.org with their story and a few photos of themselves asap.

Look forward to hearing from you.

Thanks so much

Sex Workers Outreach Project USA

Administrative Team

912 Cole St. #202

San Francisco, CA 94117

www.swopusa.org

1-877-776-2004 #2

Domina of the week on Pandemos

I am pleased to announce that I have been chosen as Domina of the week on Pandemos! (3/16/08-3/22/08)

The Pleasure's All Mine ~ Book Review

I have been meaning to read this book for a long time, hoping it would give me insight into the life of a professional submissive. While I was a submissive, I felt it would be valuable to learn of another professional’s experience. Memoirs about one’s professional life in BDSM are few and far between, usually written after the person has left the scene, probably due to avoid giving out “trade secrets” as well as allowing her/his clients’ privacy. Or some publish personal accounts, but generally on a more educational level such as Midori or Jay Wiseman. However, although Kelly’s memoir markets her life as a professional submissive, I feel her real goal was to find some kinky sex.

Kelly starts by reminiscing of her one and only kinky boyfriend and how she misses the D/s aspect of their intimate lives. She attempts to find kink-like mates at a class offered by a BDSM group. This is a good start, but she doesn’t connect with many people. She does strike up conversation with one man, Clark, who later invites her over to his house to play, but correctly ascertains while she is willing, she is not totally ready to become involved in an extended scene. Clark later tells her about a commercial dungeon where submissives can get paid for role play, but he also warns her that many women can get burnt out playing professionally. I feel this is a fair warning; professional and lifestyle BDSM are as different as night and day. Most notably, professional BDSM does not include sex because as it stands, most of the United States classifies excepting money for sex as prostitution, which is illegal. Also, while some clients may become long-term regulars, lifestyle partners are usually ones that you spend a lot of time exploring and pushing limits.

Once hired, “Marnie” decides very quickly that she loves being a professional submissive, but doesn’t seem to have a clear idea of what that means; she seems unable to define her personal and BDSM boundaries. She allows herself to become much too physically and emotionally involved with a client. Again, this can be a difficult position to maintain because this is an intimate job. However, she enjoys it so much and realizes she can make so much more money than at her boring, dead end job, she decides to quit her straight job and work exclusively as a professional submissive against advice given to her. I feel this is another initial mistake of new professional players, while yes, this kind of job can be way more fun than filing papers and in a few hours can make your 40 hour week look pitiful, it still takes time to build up clientele to survive solely on playing. Also, there are periods of slow down and inexplicable cancellation, such as tax season as Marnie discovers when playing in New York. Even if you don’t “work” much at a straight job, you can still collect a pay check, and other benefits such as health insurance, sick and vacation time as well as many other amenities not afforded to an independent contractor.

She decides to leave the dungeon and become independent after what seems a matter of only weeks. Again, it should be noted that she seems to move through this decisions rather briskly: she has gone from exploring BDSM classes, to professional submissive in a dungeon, to quitting her day job, to finally becoming an independent submissive. While she does find players who respect her, she similarly finds Dommes who treat her merely as a submissive and not a professional player on equal grounds, such as when a Domme offers her a job as her personal assistant. I agree with Marnie that such an offer would not have been made to a professional Dominatrix.

However, throughout the rest of her scenes in the memoir, she sometimes includes sex in her sessions with clients, whether it be her masturbating, to finally having anal sex with a client.

This is a memoir; just one piece of one woman’s life who worked as a professional submissive. There is very little about what makes a successful or good professional submissive, but there are very few on the scene. This memoir serves as a guide of what not to do as a pro sub. She throws herself into the professional BDSM community because she longs for a D/s relationship akin to her one and only kinky boyfriend and because she enjoys making money being a submissive more than she enjoys working in a slow-paced office. I cannot judge her for the choices she has made, however, it seems she would have been better served searching for a kinky playmate to indulge in her fantasies because she clearly wanted to include sex in her play time.

New pictures, new gear, so far it's been a great year

Among many other fun and naughty activities, my friend. took some lovely pictures of me this past week.

I confess we both missed our old haunts from good ole Weird NJ, but we found some great spots in LA's parks. Except couples on horseback kept passing us by. I'm not shy, but I was a little discontented to be standing in a field wearing a corset and holding a crop. We scurried to a more private fenced off section.

He also gave me about fifty pounds of rope, a book on bondage, pliers and metal handcuffs. My gear bag runneth over. I need to slice this rope down to size and practice on some unsuspecting subbies.

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.

New website! New website!

It took me awhile to find the right person to work on my website, but I'm so excited that I reconnected with an old friend who agreed to work with me to develop something different and fresh. Still a work in progess, of course, and there are some kinks to work out.

Although, I hope there are more kinks that come about from my new site!

What, my cat suit isn't organic?

I try to be an environmentalist, but my kinky profession makes it so difficult!

The Bondage of PVC