Ink

Here is a snapshot, this is the inside of my left wrist and it is about 2 inches wide. The pic is a little blurry but you should get the idea. Here is the shop, I reccomend checking them out on your next trip to Bangkok.

With Steffy the Rubber Doll

An oldy but a goody. Christine Kessler shot this photo of me and Steffy a couple years ago while visiting Portland. Rubber in the park...

New Ink!

Just dropping in to say hello. I am having an amazing time here. I don't want to go into a lot of detail.(A lady must have some personal time...Besides,this is an "erotic" blog, and these experiences have been intimate in nature though lacking even a hint of perversion. Many beautiful women , but with the disease risks involved I will save "Miss Kitty" for the sluts at home.) In the last few days I have been to Pattaya, Rayong, Tombien Beach and a ton of other places along the way. I met some amazing mountain people who had never seen a "farang" before.( Farang = foreigner)Tonight we went down and got new ink to celebrate the trip. It is small, red and written in Thai. It says " Release that which does not serve me ". I am thrilled, exhausted and beaming with joy. Yum.

Ill get back to the perversions of home very soon. For now I must sleep.

stay slick!

Feedback, comments, etc.

It is a very strange thing to publish a blog. You never know who is out there listening. Every time I post I get a few instant messages or emails regarding the subject matter. It is much more interactive if you post them here... Pretty please with staples on top?

I recieved the sweetest letter from the 8's and the sluttiest IM from someone whose name must be changed to protect the guilty. We will just call her "Lily". I thought I would share.


"I just read your latest on your blog. It kinda makes me sad that people
have abused your generousity and love to that extent. I've told you
before and will tell you again that what you share with us and others,
as well as teach us cannot be compaired to anything anyone has given us
before. Hopefully one day those who have taken advantage will see what you
were trying to do. Not only loving, sharing and teaching us all that you
can, but giving us the skills to hold ourselves responsible for all that
we feel and do to ourselves and others. Also that it is OK to feel what
we do and that there is a positive way to work throuh all of that.
Besides the kink side of life, you have been a cherished friend. I only
wish we could show you what you've done for us. You've always been there
as support for us individually as well as for our marriage. You deserve
all the wonderful things that are coming to you. Thank you beautiful.
Mr & Mrs 8"

I am so blessed to have such thoughtful (not to mention beautiful and perverted) friends. To the 8's: We have many more delights to explore and I cannot wait.


an excerpt from "Lily":
"...heavy gummi, lots of lube, gasmasks, tubing, hot tubs, making out, licking, fucking, sucking, spanking, choking, being smacked around in general, tied up, humiliated, spit on, and used like the slut that I am...by a hot German woman who speaks at me in German... ok whoa... uhh... sorry bout that. Good nite"
(This has been filed under future sluttery for June.)


I am blessed to have such amazing friends and lovers.I am getting ready for an overnight to Pataya and then to a friend's garden to pick fresh mangos and watch monkeys. Back to your regularly scheduled perversion...

Venom Studios...the beginning and the end.

I am closing my public space later this summer and I have been reflecting on its past and present during my stay in Thailand. I have run one of the largest play spaces on the West Coast for the last 4 years. It has been a whirlwind of excitement (both good and bad) from the start. In the beginning, I teamed up with a business partner to open a fabulous fetish boutique and pervy play space. She turned out to be everything I never expected and more; unfortunately, our personal relationship clouded my judgment. (Lesson learned.) When I discovered my partner’s bad business practices and misuse of company funds, I dissolved our arrangement immediately and took on the space exclusively. I closed the store to focus entirely on my websites and studio; “Purgatory” had always been more of a side project than a major source of income. As an entrepreneur and artist I take up new projects like most people change their underwear. I need constant change to evolve and thrive. Stagnation leaves me empty...


The studio was sparse and dilapidated when I first saw it, yet I knew there was potential for a magical, erotic playground. Initially it was a dull, institutional grey with just enough decadence to tease our guests. Within one year, it was transformed into a clean, fantasy-filled sexual theme park of sorts. I enjoy celebrating my kink through color and light, my play space reflects this. I find that traditional black dungeons with black and red accoutrements leave a lot to be desired, though tradition has its place. I aimed to create something more unique and vibrant and the outcome has been my own kinky, cartoon land of decadence. Most people find it exotic and intimidating, without being overbearing or predictable. I’ll leave specific room descriptions for another time.
















Owning the studio has afforded me the opportunity to meet some of the most gifted and amazing people in my life. It has been utilized for a myriad of activities over the years. We have hosted fetish events, play parties, private BDSM scenes, art shows, munches, leather tastings, workshops, non-kink oriented events, a handfasting or two, photographers, video companies, international fetish models and magazines, and a slew of other more mundane activities. I have met thousands of people over the years and would not trade this experience for anything. When I was growing up I always knew I would be helping people with their sexuality. My career in professional kink was a natural progression. (Even as an adolescent I was a little “Dr Ruth”, admittedly there was a twist. I wanted my “patients” to confess to me. Some things never change!)

I have learned quite a bit about life, kink and human nature running a public space. One thing that has confounded me is the general perception that as a kink professional one somehow owes other perverts something. I have always been generous with my time and resources yet find it disturbing that there is an underlying expectation from the “community” that if you are a professional pervert you owe everyone else something. Funny thing is, this isn’t expected from the doctors, lawyers or even bartenders that also frequent our events. Not so funny is the fact that the people with the most expectations do the least to reciprocate.


People see a beautiful play space and extravagant clothing and assume that you are wealthy and that you are beholden to the community at large in exchange for being successful. (I use the term “community” to describe a group of people with similar sexual interests who socialize and do charity work together. Midori has written a great article here that expresses my opinions more eloquently than I have the time for right now.) My success is due largely in part to my own ambition. I moved out when I was very young and have been responsible for both myself and others ever since. I am certainly not wealthy but do live a comfortable, kinky existence and have worked hard to do so. The only people I “owe” anything are my wonderful friends, family and servants.


I resent the fact that the same people who find the professional dominatrix reprehensible stifle their disgust just long enough to get what they want. (The play space said career helped to create, etc.) Do not misunderstand; I am in no way implying that this applies to everyone in the leather community. If this offends you, perhaps you should do some thinking on why it strikes a cord. I believe most of the aforementioned people are of the puritanical opinion we are “selling a sacred art for simple entertainment and monetary gain”. For the record, I think that is the most simplistic, ignorant description imaginable of what we do. It is also very self-centered. The service we provide is invaluable for people who are unable or uninterested in getting involved in the kink community at large. The bulk of my job is not slapping some bloke’s ass, but helping people to communicate their needs and explore parts previously hidden to them in a safe, supportive environment.
















Over the years the studio has become a ‘Public Perv Utility Service’. Most major organizations expect deep discounts for charity events and even free rentals. Those same people are never around when it's time to do renovations or if the studio has a need. How does this support our “community”? (There are a few exceptions and you know who you are. I will continue my support of those who have helped us as long as I can.) I have said it before, but I will reiterate. The bulk of the studio renovations and upkeep comes from my pocketbook, not rentals or community events, they only cover about 25% of total operating costs. The labor and upkeep has been done almost entirely by my personal slaves and bits of help from a couple of Mistresses who rent from me. Those are also the people who have treated my space with the most respect and appreciation. They have and will continue to be rewarded for their loyalty and support.

My decision to close the space is based on many factors. I have begun to lose my fire for kink in the stress and politics that are involved in running a public space. (I will not allow this to happen any longer, it is time for kinky travel and serious perversion!) It is also time consuming and costly with little gratitude or assistance. My hope in writing this post is to enlighten players about what the realities are of running a dungeon. It is not some big glamorous fuck-fest that’s going to make you rich. (Ok , sometimes it is a fuck-fest, but you know what I mean.) It is a labor of love and I hope this will inform people about the realities so they can appreciate the next space offered for public use. Also, keep in mind that it’s easy to be an armchair dungeon owner and decide what you would do better. People should spend that same energy making things happen instead of waiting for others to do it so that they can grade them on their performance. Imagine how many wonderful spaces would be available if that energy was put to better use.

In short, Thank you to all the glorious perverts who have supported Venom and respected our efforts. I have many surprises in store for you. To the rest of you… I challenge you to support any dungeon space you enjoy to the best of your abilities. This means paying what it is worth and planning your event budgets accordingly. It is unfair to expect the space to absorb the bulk of the costs even for a charity event. Offering to help with maintenance is another way to show your support. That is the only way our community is going to have such delights available to it.

Schpitz out.

(P.S. I have had inquiries about purchasing equipment. I will be retaining most of the furniture, I purchased it for my own pleasure and most pieces are very special to me. If you are interested in purchasing any of the equipment you can email me with “Venom furniture” in the subject. I will send out a list of what is available closer to our closing date.)

Drowning Dana for WiredPussy.com

She was a sexy little pain slut. Its always nice to go to "work" and do this.

Still alive!

Just popping to let you all know Fanny is doing well but I am spending a lot of time at the hospital. I will update as I have time with some pics to keep it interesting.
Ms B

Notes on personal slavery.

I am very selective when it comes to personal slaves. That is a luxury I suppose all Pro Dommes are afforded due to the high volume of bottoms who are eager to jump under an experienced FemDom wing. I am taking on a new servant when I get home. This is the perfect time to clearly define what I need out of that exchange. Here are things that come to mind...


• Has the ability to problem solve efficiently, effectively and without supervision. These are my major requirements; as well as common sense. It is difficult and time consuming to teach this and I have little patience for bottoms that need constant supervision. Those people do best with a top who enjoys ordering up every little thing in a very precise way. (If I wasn’t busy building a pervy empire, I just might devote the time to such pursuits.)

• I am a “Macro manager” not “Micro”. I prefer to teach a supplicant the way I like things done, and then just be able to say “I’d like dinner at 7” or “Prepare the house for company”. Don’t get me wrong, I want very specific things at times, usually I want to spend my time doing more important things than being bothered with such mundane details. After all, if I was interested in figuring out every last detail I could do it myself.I want them to have the intuition to make a list of my favorite dinners and surprise me with a thoughtful, elegant reminder of how much they enjoy serving me. (I used to have a “house manual”. It was a big book with a list of specific chores, time limits and a map of the house to ensure there are no misunderstandings, my expectations are clear, and I don’t have to baby-sit to get the toilet scrubbed.) I did this in part to be sure clear expectations were set and there was no surprise about how I wanted things done. This made up front communication a snap, the bottom could review a real list of what would be required if they serve me. It enabled a very clear negotiation and cut down on incompatibility issues. I do things a little diferently now but that system served me well for years. I recommend taking the time and effort to make on of these if only for your own benefit. It can be as basic or as detailed as you would like.

• No backtalk. I ABHOR when a servant feels like it is his or her place to shoot off whatever smart ass attempt at being clever that strikes them. (I just want to head butt them in the face, repeatedly, while wearing a Gladiator helmet. Oh wait that’s NOT safe, sane or consensual. I better be careful before they revoke my pervert card.) What on earth would posses a cherished slave, who is well treated to pop off at the mouth like that? It is the fastest way to be removed from service. Depending on the level of disrespect, I send them home immediately or release them from service entirely. I came from a background where respect and manners were prized personality traits. I believe that anyone who has devoted themselves to service needs to do that to the best of their ability.

• I don’t play with S.A.M’s. A “SAM” is a ‘Smarmy Ass Masochist; most people say “smart ass”. I prefer the word smarmy, it reminds me of someone I used to know. You know who you are.) Playing with someone who likes to push at me is draining and the only reward comes from breaking that attitude. That’s not enough at this stage in my life. I enjoy very erotic and interesting games with people who are adult enough to communicate in a concise and truthful way no matter how painful it may be. That is a true sign of strength and I find strong, intelligent bottoms delightful challenging and just plain fucking sexy!


I will add to this a bit later. For now- Thai massage!


(P.S. I found the above drawing online, anyone know the artist? I would love to credit him/her and see more of their work. If you know who it is please let me know.)

Fanny has completed her SRS.

I am so happy I can't even type.
Thank you so much for everyone's well-wishes. She is doing great. YES!

At the hospital now.

Fanny is being prepped for surgery as we speak. I am so excited I can hardly stand it. She is being very brave, not scared at all. The nurses here are excellent, not to mention tasty. I am too nervous to write anything of substance. YEA FOR FANNY!

Sa-wat-dee!

I am having way too much fun running about to give you all the gory details. Soon my pretties, very soon! Here are a few highlights to tide you over:

- I hit Patpong (Red Light District).
- Have had the best Thai food you can imagine for $0.50 US.
- Have decided I need a Thai wife. These women are beautiful and very kind.
- Seen rats 18 inches long.

There is much more detail but it's 3AM here and I am heading out for a Thai Massage.

I am in love with this place and I am already sad our affair will be so brief.

Stay Slick!

(In other news, we had a rush of peeps checking out my corner of the cyber world and exceeded our bandwith this AM. It's been upgraded and should have no further issues.)

Godzilla ain't got shit on Ms B!

I am taking over Tokyo! In the Tokyo airport right now getting ready for the last leg of my 16 hour flight. We are having a delightful day. I managed to meet slave fanny in the airplane bathroom for a bit of bondage and bagging on the sly. Guess I am a part of the "Mile High Perverts Club". We were so discreet that no one noticed me trailing after her into the restroom. She staddled the toilet, hands interlocked over her head and blindfolded. I bagged her for a few and smacked her around a bit. Just trying to get her jucies flowing so that she will be all prepared for surgery. I am a giver, what can I say?

I snapped a couple of photos for your pervy pleasures but will need to load them later. Until then I am thinking "golden shower in the public bathroom at the Tokyo airport". I love doing really nasty things close to other people who are completing mundane tasks. It is so fucking hot to know that people are fixing their hair 10 feet from where I an debasing my slave for my perverse satisfaction. I never do anything I think might offend a reasonable person in public play.

I just wanted to drop a quick note and let everyone know I am alive and starting this trip off with a bounty of lewd behavior. (You can take Lady out of the dungeon but you cant take the dungeon out of the Lady. My kinky mind never slows.)

Stay slick!

PS. Fanny says her thank you for all the support everyone has shown. She is ecstatic.

Shaping up and shipping out!

I leave for Bangkok in two days and I am trying to flip my sleep schedule a bit so I’ll be perky when we get there. I will not be posting much the next couple of days while we are traveling. I am giddy with glee for slave fanny, she has been waiting 45 years for this week. I am so pleased I will be accompanying her through this experience. I have many friends in the transgender community but I have never had the opportunity to be there when someone was having surgery. I want to go into surgery with her, however I am fairly certain they do not allow family in the operating room.

I plan to use this trip to detoxify, meditate and do Thai massage every chance I get. (Thai massage is basically assisted Yoga for 2 hours. I am going to try and do this at least every other day.)I have been slowly cutting back on work projects and responsibilities so that I can focus on myself and my personal relationships. I turn into a workaholic and hermit if there is a lot to do. The result has been taxing on my body and mind. I work long hours, skip meals, and end up eating at 10 or 11 at night and then passing out. This pattern has zapped me of my zest for outdoor adventure and activity. It has been a rare treat to get to the gym or yoga studio and I am ready to spend some time spoiling myself. Once I close my public dungeon this summer I will not be taking on any new major work projects for 1 year. I am going to focus on getting into top physical shape, writing, playing and international travel.

It is a common occurrence for people to neglect their bodies for immediate gratification and the all mighty dollar.I have done this and become complacent and bored with it. I realize that is not the way to lead my slaves by example. It is time for a change. (There is also the small matter of wanting to wear the tiniest pieces of latex and look good doing it!)

Slaves beware: “Betka Bootcamp” will be coming this summer. (Prepare for military style exercises and long hikes in the forest.)

I am off to sleep again. I’ll give you some details about Saturday evening’s extravaganza as I have time.

Stay slick!

about last night.

What a crazy night. It is a blur of electrical equiptment and rubber. I took 3 or 4 mobile shots with my phone, blogger isnt posting them. I am sleepy and on the verge of losing my sense of humor. Details later.

Instructions for my slut.

I have fanny picking up this evening's client at the airport. (I am making her hold a big picture of my face so he will know who she is. If you knew fanny, you would know how shy she is and how funny it will be to have her standing in the airport holding an 8x10 black and white photo of a woman's face. I am all for a bit of harmless public humiliation. The squares will think she is odd without being offended. Wish I was going to be there.

He is flying in late from the East coast and this will be our only oppurtunity to play. I rested all day and devised quite a scheme. I typed him a letter that fanny will deliver when she fetches him. I thought it might be a fun read, enjoy!

"Hello slut,

As you have probably figured out, this evening’s session is going to be very different from our previous experiences. The time has come for you to fully submit to me. No more games and “lip service”. I am going to teach you to exhibit the proper respect for me at all times. You will learn how to present yourself in a pleasing way for my use. We will be going over correct conduct as well as punishment for previous errors in protocol. This is imperative if we are going to attend the Rubber Ball together. It is a privilege you will earn this evening by proving your dedication when things are difficult or frightening.

You will be put through a series of tests, both mental and physical. I expect you to trust me and follow my instructions without hesitation. Keep in mind, every task will be more complicated than it seems. Your responses will be judged and you will be punished or rewarded accordingly. That is the only hint I will give you into the evening's festivities.

The time for you to inform me of your interests has passed. It is now my opportunity to teach you of pleasures and mind fucks previously unimaginable. This evening will prove erotic, intense, frightful and challenging. If you play my games you will learn a lot about yourself. If you do not, you will be released. There will be no whining tonight. Now follow my instructions to the letter. I am watching you right now, from my office.

• Go into the open door opposite the front door and look to the right. There is a bathroom there. Go in.
• You will see a red dog collar and an egg timer on the sink. Set the timer for 10 minutes. You have 10 minutes to complete your clean up.
• Place your wallet, shoes, keys and phone in the black box in front of the sink. Lock it and leave the key on top of the box.
• Drink some water, use the restroom and clean up. Make it fast and do a thorough job, there will be an inspection. If you are found to be unclean you will be scrubbed down and cleaned out in a rather unpleasant way. Stay nude.
• After you have cleaned yourself, put the collar on. Adjust it so that it is snug without choking and snap it into place. This is an electric dog collar. I have the remote control with me. This is to ensure your swift cooperation to any command. It is intense and I would rather not have to use it on you. I will. (Do not test me on this or it will go around the slut stick between your legs.) You will be wearing this for the duration of your time with me this evening.
• Once the collar is in place, grab the egg timer, exit the bathroom and turn right. Go into the third door on your right. It will be open. Wind the egg timer to 30 minutes and set it on the floor, to the right of the door frame.
• Climb to the center of the rubber sheet and get into the face down position with your cunt towards the door. Your head should be all the way down, and facing the right. Legs spread and ass presented in a pleasing manner.
• My assistant will fetch you when I am ready. (I may even have a couple of friends stopping by to check out the show a little later.)

Perhaps now you are getting a better idea about why I have been so excited to get you to Portland.
Sincerely,
Ms Betka"

He is so in for it.

Advice for bottoms

So, you want to be on the receiving end of a firm hand and tight restraints. Now what?

The best thing you can do is educate yourself. This should be done by reading, speaking with respected players (who you will not be playing with), attending workshops, or, depending on your circumstances, finding a professional.

I am talking about a kink-friendly therapist, professional dominant or erotic educator. A skilled professional in any one of these fields could prove invaluable to your pleasure and safety down the road. Their commonality is in teaching you to communicate your desires and enact your fantasies in a safe and healthy way.

Being the bottom in a BDSM scene does not excuse you from educating yourself about the risks and rewards of play. I’ll throw in my usual caveat: “These are my opinions; everyone has their own way of doing things, etc.” This is in no way all-inclusive, it is just a little random food for thought.

• Ask your play partner how they got started. It is reasonable to expect a little bit of background information regarding their previous experience. If someone is hesitant to share that information, slow down and get to know them better before playing.

• Discuss emergency situations before playing. Ask them what they would do in an emergency situation should you end up unconscious. What we are doing here is dangerous, never forget that your life is in the hands of anyone who has you in bondage. Make sure those hands are capable; that’s going to be a lot more important than how hot they look in leather come “911 time”. Do they know CPR? If you are doing bloodsports, what sort of first aid supplies do they have?

• The dominant should be interested in what you have to say during your introduction. (Many levels of protocol allow less input from the bottom as the relationship develops.) Though it is a hot fantasy to be cast into the hands of an evil villain sight-unseen, in actual play, the top needs to have a clear idea of your limits and previous experience to create a consensual scene. Even a slave wishing to be completely controlled should know the person they are submitting to has enough information to keep them safe. Protect your physical and emotional health by playing with tops who are genuinely interested in your history and growth. Anything less and you become food for an over-inflated ego.

• How do they clean their equipment? You have every right to know what is being used to sterilize the equipment someone is using on you. It is not rude or disrespectful to ask; it is responsible. There are so many diseases out there today that it is your responsibility to protect yourself by asking questions and voicing concerns. Remember - it is all about context. Be polite and respectful.


That is all for now. Time to get ready for an 8 hour rubber scene this evening. I am converting my medical area into a “gummi klinic” for perverted experiments. Yum.

( The picture up top was snapped by Bridgett Harrington in a crazy double domme zentai shoot. Check out her stuff at www.blackbookart.com)

Its alive! : A sneak peek at my new website!

It is up! This is the super sneaky peek. I am currently chanting to the VISA gods for approval on the smut section. Those in the industry know just what I am talking about. It is easier to get married than it is to run an adult website these days. Everyone in D.C. is up in a tizzy about "obscenity". I can think of a long list of things they should be concerned with before smut captured between two consenting adults. That is for another entry, for now:

TA DA! The New Betka Schpitz.com

I designed with ease of use and fast page loads in mind. ( When I say "I" ,I mean, "we" as in Steen and I. Yea for Steen!) Only the free area is active until I get the go ahead from my billing company. Until then, explicit content can be accessed here. When the explicit section of BetkaSchpitz.com goes live your membership will be good there. ( The new site includes all previous content in addition to sexy female slaves and convenient new features. It's like "Demonatrix Deluxe".)

The latest version of the site works as a portal to my major projects. This is to simplify your searches. You can now easily jump to the blog, Pro BDSM information, the explicit section or current news from the splash page.

I have tried to make it very clear and easy to navigate with ample information. It reflects my personality and full style of domination more thoroughly than any previous versions. I hope you will enjoy it and look forward to hearing your feedback here.

Mark Ryden is a perverted genius.

I love Mark Ryden. You can never ever go wrong with Mr. Ryden or Trevor Brown. They are deliciously disturbing in the most feminine way. Mark is also from Oregon! (Medford) I came across this today. It would be perfect for my all white bathroom. (I would like to see it when I am pissing on kitten in the bathtub,shhh.)




















Click the photo and then look in "Bunnies and Bees". It is the bottom left painting.( No permalink to go straight there, sorry.)

In the intro to these paintings he says "Paintings created to illustrate divine truth in accordance with the secret principles of science and soul."

What happens when I call a dominatrix?

Mystical clouds part, your posture instantly improves and you fall straight to the floor, knees folded and awaiting instruction… right? Not exactly.

Lets just slow down there, tiger. Here, in reality, things work a little differently. There will be plenty of time for fantasyland and it will be a lot more fun after we decide whether or not we are compatible for such pursuits. It is distasteful for any player, regardless of dominant or submissive status, to begin play with someone they have not negotiated with. Pre-scene negotiation is a cardinal rule within most BDSM circles I frequent. Remember, consent goes both ways.

So what does happen? It varies greatly. There is no “Dominatrix Institute” that teaches you how to screen clients the right and wrong way. Mistresses come from all walks of life and employ countless techniques for how they handle their businesses. If you were to call me, you would be greeted by a friendly voice saying something to the effect of, “Good afternoon , How may I help you?” Sounds crazy doesn’t it? Why on earth would a dominatrix say something like that? I run several businesses, and not all of them have people calling who wish to be submissive to me. Beyond that, we have not started our scene the instant you call me. You don’t get to “test out” my dominance by calling to book your appointment; I have a detailed resume on my websites. When you are calling to set up an appointment, your research should be complete. You should be prepared to convince me, not the other way around.

After an initial greeting I will decide based on your introduction whether I believe you are respectful and sincere. If I find you to be rude or insincere, I end the call as quickly as possible without any further investment of time or emotion. If you are polite, I ask if you have ever seen a professional mistress before. This is to determine whether or not you know the difference between prodomination and other forms of sex work. It also lets me know who you might have seen (should I need a reference) and if our styles are compatible. For instance, if I know you gravitate towards a more “sensual” mistress I might refer you someone I felt you were more suited to. I frequently refer clients who I believe are incompatible with my interests. (Playing only with those people I feel truly compelled to dominate keeps my job fresh and exciting.) At the very least, I would ask you about your sessions with those Ladies to comprehend your attraction to specific Mistresses. This tells me more than potential bottoms can usually articulate in specifics.

Keep in mind this is all about BREVITY. Be polite and concise. (I will adore getting the gory details out of you later.) Let me know basic information when I ask a question; I'll ask for more detail if I need it. I do not want to hear the specifics of your last “pink lacy panty session with Mistress Meanie,” I only want to discover your interests and decide whether we are a good fit. You are not going to get me hot or inspire sympathy by telling me creepy stuff over the telephone. It is perfectly fine to be nervous and I am not going to judge you based on what you say your interests are. It is all about your choice of words. If you are respectful of me and my boundaries, I will be polite and respectful to the sensitive nature of your confession. I am very good at keeping secrets. After we decide we are compatible and available on the same day and time we are off to the races.

Do:

-share a short list of your main interests
-share your reason for choosing to call me
-say where you found my information
-know when you are looking to come in

I’ll save what happens in your first session for a future blog entry. Remember that when you call a dominatrix, be respectful without trying to play some sort of role. She should be forthcoming with information regarding her rates, experience, and equipment regardless of her particular style of client screening. It is not unreasonable to expect her to disclose those things and I would be concerned about referring you to anyone who thought it was.

Following these basic guidelines should help you get your “foot” in the door with most reputable Mistresses. Just remember, everyone has their own way they like things done and throwing in a “But Ms Betka said I should…blahblahblah” is a bad idea. Just use this as gentle suggestion list and find out what each Mistress likes by asking her and reading any information she has written on the subject.

Faceslapping: Smacking my way to ecstacy

If you have never had the privilege of slapping someone across the face you are truly missing out. I am not talking about smacking your rude boyfriend across the mouth for sassin…unless of course he has agreed to that in a safe, sane…blah blahblah. I mean, if someone has never stood naked in front of you, looking you in the eyes, begging to be smacked across the face, that’s what the good stuff is all about.

It goes along with my whole masturbatory fantasy of being a “50’s femme fatale smacking her husband … cuckolding him by fucking his docile secretary in the back of the family sedan.” It is such an intimate and emotionally evocative act to slap someone’s face. It instantly brings up memories of strict parents, youthful indiscretions, and, more often than not, a sincere stream of tears.

I am going to include some tips and safety concerns below but this is not meant to be an all-inclusive article. Do your own research before trying any new activity.


Tips:

• A little goes a long way with a slap and it is fairly dangerous. This can be especially true if the bottom is substantially smaller than the top.
• Small movements that are easily controlled work best. This is no time for a traditional “pimp-hand” slap, that’s for “Faceslapping 201”!
• Use your stationary hand to hold the bottoms face. This is reassuring and also protects the neck.
• Wet the face or your hand for a stingy effect
• When first starting, use a light “snap back” with your wrist to keep from using the full force of your blow.
• Try and use only your fingers until you are confident in your aim.


Safety:

• No closed hand hitting to the face. There are no exact, hard and fast rules for S/m. People take informed risks all of the time that “the books” tell you not to. For our purposes let's leave that for those who are educated about the risks, etc.
• Keep a clear communication flow with your bottom if it gets emotional. Do not assume you know what is going on for them simply because you’re the boss. A responsible top is the boss because they are concerned about everyone’s safety, both emotionally and physically.
• Slapping causes the brain to shake and hit the sides of the skull. This is part of what causes dizziness and causes the “KO” at a boxing match. This can cause brain damage. It is not a joke.
• Don’t hit temples.
• Use common sense. Remove rings and bracelets, be careful in the less padded and delicate areas.
• If you use the back of your hand do so lightly and mind the knuckles.


All this talk of slapping takes me down memory lane to Portland pride last year.
I met a little dyke that begged me to smack her right then and there. She was literally throwing herself at my feet, how could I not oblige such a bold request from a hot little andro? I did impromptu negotiations and took her soft, white face into my hands. She stared into my eyes briefly, seeking reassurance and solace. She was trembling a little and breathing heavily as I began.

I scoped the scene to make sure no innocent vanilla people would be harmed in the making if this memory. Her eyes fell and her lips parted slightly with the first slap, it was swift and crisp. She inadvertently licked her lips and smiled a little. I slapped her in succession now 5 or 6 times until her cheek became flushed and hot. There were no tears with this one, only a small grateful smile and an awkward “good bye”. I had the pleasure of meeting up with her for a more extended introduction at Kinkfest this year.

I have every intention of seeing that grateful smile again, though next time I will get my tears.

Vibrating condoms?

I found this interesting little toy while perusing my latest copy of AVN. ( Adult Video News- an industry magazine for smut peddlers like myself.) They are only $5 and vibrate for up to 20 minutes. I am all for mainstream companies adding vibrators to the shelves to increase condom sales. I am keeping my fingers crossed that Trojan has their design team working it's magic too. I am a sucker for their rubbers. I like the ribbed ones alot and what would the size queens of the world do without Magnum's? I can't count how many times I have used them for fist mitts, they are so durable.

Oops, excuse the tangent, back to the vibes at hand. I am unsure about the engineering of the little buzzer because I can't tell how strong it is or what the casing on the motor is like. ( Virgo's are always caught up in the tiny details.) It does look like it could prove very interesting for CBT regardless of its other charms. I would love to hear your experiences and will report on my personal experiments with it soon. In other news, it is beautiful in Portland today.

Vex now selling Latex supplies!

Everyone who knows me knows I can never say enough nice things about Laura at Vex. Check her out and let her know I sent you, she is a doll. Vex has consistently supplied me with quality latex, faster than any one else and at the best prices. I can not reccomend her highly enough. She is now selling supplies for making and reparing your own latex creations including adhesive and sheeting! Now I just need a few little rubber dolls to begin slaving away my rubber sweatshop...

"Vex Clothing is now offering our latex sheeting by the yard.
Our high-grade sheeting is produced and imported from England’s top manufacturer 4D Rubber.Used by all the top designers. We are currently only offering in stock colors.Sold by the liner yard by 42” wide. Great for self repair!
(To be used with our exclusive Vex Latex Adhesive.)"

Yet another reason to love Laura!

Safer Sex

Knock , knock… “Nurse Betka” here; it's time to talk about safer sex. I am concerned and saddened by the general lack of education and responsibility regarding STD’s in several of my communities. This problem seems to span music subcultures, kinky explorers, artists and even the more educated people in the body modification community, not just the sexual underground I gravitate towards. Part of my job is to keep current on STD transmission and prevention due to the variety of people whom I use my equipment on. I feel very strongly about sex education and disease prevention. Sexually transmitted diseases ruin lives and destroy established relationships everyday. Only an idiot would pretend there is nothing to worry about. (Don’t fuck idiots, they don’t deserve it.)

I have noticed a growing apathy in most of the subcultures I belong to regarding STD prevention. People seem to be of the "out of sight, out of mind" school of thought and I find it repulsive and negligent in the most grievous way. This is not to say I have never made poor decisions regarding safer sex. Everyone has and I understand that people have to learn from their own experiences. The point is, if you are going to lead a sexually extravagant lifestyle, it is your duty to be adult enough to take this stuff seriously. If you cannot be that responsible, you are not fit to play these advanced games. I am tired of the attitude “your kink is ok” even when it is exposing many people to disease and potential death. It is not ok, it is wrong. It kills people. Is that clear enough?

I feel so strongly about this that I ended my sexual relationship with Mr. Skateboard after a 7 year stint due to his dishonesty about safer sex practices. I felt betrayed that a lover and friend would take my life into his hands for the sake of an orgasm. I was “fluid bonded” with him and had unprotected sex in what I thought was an honest, sexually progressive relationship. I felt safe and confident that I was being responsible. I had no idea he was being unsafe with others until I met one of his lovers and asked her about their safe sex practices. I ended our sexual relationship on the spot. I was devastated and confused at the time. I mean, we had all of the talks, laid out all the ground rules, and were on our way to what I thought was a solid future in the land of gourmet sexuality. That incident inspired my desire to educate people on the risks they are taking.

I am loathe to suggest mandatory safe sex rules as I hate “party policing”. I am unsure what the solution is but I know discussing this stuff is a good start. People have to start being honest about STD status with each other no matter how embarassing our frightening it is. People have the right to choose whether or not they are willing to take the risk of contracting diseases other people have. Anything less is manipulative and a danger to everyone's health. It is the only way to slow the spread of these uncomfortable and embarrassing diseases. I am not suggesting that everyone go on a big public campaign announcing any STD they have ever contracted. I am suggesting that people who have contracted a social disease need to be able to discuss their situation with potential lovers, before having sexual contact with them. People who are unsure how to deal with it need to seek a therapist's assistance. It is reprehensible to simply pretend it doesn’t exist because you are embarrassed or you might not get any action.

It would be nice to see some efforts to organize STD testing days for our community, workshops on important prevention techniques (outside of gloves and condoms). I would love to see some sort of discussion about how people who have tested positive can learn to discuss their status with potential lovers. I may try and facilitate something after I get back from Thailand. This problem is not going to go away. I’ll be covering this topic more in coming weeks with a focus on Herpes and HPV, including information on the upcoming HPV vaccine. Herpes is prevalent these days and I just read a statistic on the CDC website that says 4 out of 5 people will contract HPV at some point in their lives. Most never even know. That means most people you know, yourself included will contract the HPV virus. How is that for a wake up call? They are talking about everyday vanilla people in these statistics so imagine how our risks increase as sexual outlaws.

People have to start taking this seriously. Let’s stop pretending this unpleasantness doesn’t exist and, instead, respond like responsible adults who are worthy of living a charmed, sexually charged lifestyle.

A much needed break...

The new site is complete! It has been a month and a half of 60+ hour weeks. I am waiting for the billing company to switch a few things and we will be live. My main focus with this redesign was ease of use and a strong focus on the actual content, not the design. The result is a fast loading, easy to navigate compendium of perversion.( I am really looking forward to hearing other peoples feedback.) After such a nerve racking month, I spent the weekend indulging my roller girl fetish, instigating girl on girl fuck time, and getting rub downs from my alpha slut.

Saturday afternoon rolled around and the web frenzy subsided. I decided to get out and go see the local roller derby matches. I spent much of my youth wooing girls in skating rinks so the derby has a special place in my dyke fantasies. I called up Mr. Ronabell last minute to see if we he wanted to join in on the girl fight-skating festivities. After a lengthy three second consultation, he decided he too had a roller girl fetish and must oblige it immediately. http://www.rosecityrollers.com

The game was fast, fun and lighthearted. I would enjoy a bit more cat fighting but I’m from Texas, what can I say? The girls back home are rough and do not mind taking a tumble for a friendly brawl. I imagine the concrete floor they skate on here has something to do with the less aggressive skating. My favorite skaters were “Goody Two Skates” ( She was aggressive with a nice ass. She seemed to be one of the more serious ladies.) “Soul Train” (She was a skating machine, I thoroughly enjoyed watching her.) “Ava Sk8trix” ( She seemed confident she could take care of business...very graceful with just enough attitude to be intimidating.) I can not wait to go again. June 10th is the next bout. Bring it!

We went to Sabala’s for the after game celebrations. Sabala’s always promises a good time, they have hosted several of the best shows I have seen in Portland. It is a live music venue and neighborhood bar in one building. The “Circus Sideshow Lounge” is my favorite ; it is a freaky little side bar with neon circus freak paintings and carnival caricatures.I have plans for invading that place with perverts in tow sometime soon. We headed off to visit the 8’s by 11:30.

By the time mr. 8 got off work, I had mrs. 8 and “table tramp” positioned in front of the big screen with squirting porn primed and ready. Less than 30 minutes into the feature both ladies were getting slutty and gasping in unison, their eyes brazenly glued to the screen. I was calming preparing rope and talking them through my favorite scenes until one said she just couldn’t watch any more. She was squishy with excitement and couldn’t bear to watch without getting sport fucked was the message I got.

Enter the “table tramp”, a sexy mid twenties little red head with a pretty pink pussy and a desire for rough play. After some light breast bondage using surgical tubing, she all but begged to be tied down and disciplined. You know the type, impish with a smart mouth, they always think sassing you is cute. I don’t like that but decided it would be fun to see her and mrs. 8 enjoy each other. I decided I was willing to guide her through any bratty behaviour that may come out during our brief encounter.

Running through the kitchen I grabbed spatulas, gloves, a whisk, metal knife handle, and various other effective tools for insertion and intimidation. I got her warmed up and sloppy with desire before stuffing my used gloves in her mouth and turning her over to mrs. 8. Mr 8 and I sat back and enjoyed the show as his wife milked beautiful orgasms out of her tightly bound friend. It was scrumptious and a much needed break from too many hours online. Roller derby and the naughtiness that ensued are A-OK in my book. (Thank you lovelies.)

At roller derby

The Crying Game.

There is nothing like a sincere tear to quench my sadistic thirst during a hot scene. I have had the fortune of playing with many bottoms who enjoy being pushed to and past the point of tears. It is such an amazing, erotic thing to have someone so open and available to me. I can mix their fear with pleasure and throw in a healthy dose of confusion. The result is raw sexual alchemy, wet with emotion. They are pliant and slick. Suggestible.

There is a huge amount of trust involved for someone to really let down their guard enough for unrestricted tears. I have seen a lot of whining, begging, wailing, and overacting during my kinky exploits through sessions and play parties. Tears always seem so much more sincere.

It is important for me to know they enjoy that sort of release. If they don’t, the exchange feels different, in a bad way. It is not pleasant for me to take energy from someone who is “weak”. I prefer a strong player who willingly chooses to go to these places with me, and is genuinely interested in exploring their fears and desires. As a matter a fact, I prefer someone strong enough to beg me to make them cry. Some of you know exactly what I am talking about.

For those of you who have not played, imagine what you feel like after a long stressful cry. When the tears have dried up and you are not so puffy. That calmness you get from having gotten rid of bad juju. Now imagine getting that same sense of calm and actually enjoying most of the process. Add a sexual charge to it, maybe even an orgasm, and poof! The crying game simplified.

I am going to use the mobile feature to call in a sexy audio from a session I did in Las Vegas. I was flown down for a rubber weekend with one of my favorite subs. I created a beautiful rubber dungeon in a penthouse suite at one of the luxury hotels. SHHHHH. Don’t ask don’t tell right? As a special treat, he flew in one of our favorite bondage models to play with us. I worked the two of them over for two and a half days in a series of rubber bondage experiments, electricity, humiliation, psychological predicaments and more. A Mistress’ work is never done…

This beautiful little lass told me early on that she enjoyed being brought to tears. She is a very experienced player and seemed more than confident discussing her interests and limits. Yum. There is hardly anything better than a sexy, articulate little bondage slut to get my creative juices flowing. She is tied in a predicament with my male sub. Her mouth is pried open very wide with a dental gag. She is slobbering all down her milky chest, blindfolded and plugged with an electrical device.

There is surgical tubing around her neck that tightens just a bit when I have my ‘gummi slut’ stand on his toes. She has to focus on her breathing to keep from freaking out. I am closing clamps tighter and tighter on her nipples as I crop her cunt. This audio clip was recorded on my MP3 player mid-scene. I just wanted to get a little piece of her crying for safe keeping. Jerk off material for later… You know what I mean. She reads this blog and agreed to let me put it up. Oh how I love a proud slut. Be still my heart.

This is a woman crying, do not listen if such sounds offend you.
For my brethren, grab a Hitachi and "get it"!

***Anyone know of a better way to imbed audio files here? I am unsure about the big wide world of Podcasting.

Make babies without sperm?

It is true pervies. There are scientists working on a new technique that allows fertilization of the egg without "man jam". It's pretty crazy stuff. Currently, it is in the preliminary stages and they have yet to begin any really serious clinical trials. It does appear that they have proved it will fertilize an egg, however there are concerns about certain aspects of development which are controlled by the paternal gene. This is fascinating. I will keep you updated as I hear more about it.

The most interesting thing to me is that they can only produce females this way. If anyone else has info about this please forward it on over.

Now, if only they can figure out how to have the men carry children for us. I would do fundraiser after fundraiser for that cause!

Upated: First 'Official' entry / Usual Suspects

I have updated the first entry to reflect newer features.

There were some photo errors on the "Usual Suspects" page that were corrected today. Now you can see my kinky friends in all their glory. ;)

Please take a moment to review these before continuing to your regularly scheduled naughtiness.

Cock chopping!

This is a shoot I did with Steen in her kitchen down in L.A. I like to infuse a bit of humor and light into our shoots. It just pains me to see the same tired "black leather clad Domina" snarling and smacking slaves in most femdom photos. Who doesn't want to chop a ding-a-ling anyway? You know it looks fun. (Sorry boys.) It is an excellent way to live out your castration fantasies without actually disfiguring one of your lovely pets.
I am feeling silly today and working diligently to complete the new BetkaSchpitz.com. I hope to have everything complete by the weekend!




No real penises were harmed in the making of this photograph.

Gender pt 1: Difference between a transsexual and a cross dresser?

I am getting things prepared for a month long pilgrimage to Thailand with slave fanny for her SRS surgery. I have been consumed with thoughts of transgenderism, foreign surgery, culture shock and excitement about our expedition. It seems that several of my friends are also dealing with issues of gender and sexuality. There is no time like the present to discuss the differences between dressing up and being transsexual. I realize this is a sensitive subject for many people who either are transgendered, a cross dresser or have a loved one who is. Please keep in mind when reading this, it is meant to inform people who really have no idea what any of this stuff is about. I mean no disrespect. If something isn’t said the way you might word it please try and look at the article as a whole , not an opportunity to show how current you are on your politically correct vocabulary.


What is a cross dresser? (Transvestite) A cross dresser is someone who dresses up in clothing or accoutrements of the opposite gender. There are many reasons someone may enjoy this but it is not directly related to gender identity. Sometimes a cross dresser is using this as a tool to express emotions and to develop personality elements that “society “ has assigned to the opposite gender. I enjoy dressing up and putting on my “dirty leather faggot chaps” to become “Daddy”, however I don’t feel like a male. I feel like a kinky woman in drag. I will expand on cross dressing in a later entry.


What is a transsexual? (The simple answer without getting into a bunch of subcategories…)A transsexual is a person who’s brain patterns and gender identity is the opposite of their physical form at birth. This is not all that uncommon as about 1 in 30,000 children are born with it. It is a medical condition and occurs equally in both male and female children. Transsexuality has nothing to do with sexual orientation; however, often time’s a transsexual may be lumped into the “gay” category by society due to prevalence of gender bending and cross dressing there. The gay community is very accepting of sexual differences, making it a safe haven for the wayward tranny. Transsexuals and drag queens are not the same thing. A drag queen or king is dressing up as performance art, whereas a transsexual is simply trying to make the outside match the inside. Some drag artists are also transsexual… Isn’t is fun being politically correct?

Imagine what it would be like to actually be a woman trapped in a man’s body? Or vice versa? Can you imagine being a sensitive little girl forced to run and play hardball with the boys? Imagine the horrible time in high school as all the other girls are filling out and going on dates. You left alone to figure out how you ended up with this “thing” between your legs, your family just thinking of you as the weird little “nelly” boy, the typical high school jock hazing games, all of it must be very overwhelming . Think of all of the teasing that would come on the school yard for either an effeminate “boy” or masculine “girl”…Why would anyone choose this? They don’t. That is the point. It is a very difficult life to live and those who make an effort to live a full, authentic life by transitioning deserve our respect and support. It is a hard decision that takes years of dedication and I admire those who walk the path. You make it easier for others to come out and be who they need to be in order to live a happy, healthy life, even in the face of discrimination and public ridicule. We could all learn a lesson from such bravery.

kitten : On the art of fisting.

Here is a juicy little report I had kitten write on being fisted a couple of years ago. I enjoyed it and thought you might as well...

"Mentioning the art of fisting will send many into a state of bewilderment and horror. i guess it is just too graphic and extreme for the average person to realize what true fun it really can be. i happen to be a lucky little sexual adventurer and the mere thought of it makes me gasp in delight. When i fantasize about Mistress lubing up Her hand and working it in until Her fist disappears inside of my pussy, my libido skyrockets, my clit tingles, and a smile takes over my face. The intensity involved in the activity, both physically and emotionally, encompasses my whole body and mind and makes me feel like another being. It is more than being fucked with a cock, or fingered, or even receiving head; while all of those i thoroughly enjoy, fisting stands out amongst other sexual activities because it's just so big and intense in so many ways.

Hands are underrated. When people think of sex, generally the first body parts that come to mind tend to be pussies and cocks, with nipples and breasts and asses running up close behind, but what starts pretty much any sexual encounter is the hands. i am a sensation junky, i admit it. Simply lay a hand on my thigh with the slightest movement and i will be all over it, if not physically responding, then mentally for sure. Our hands are flexible and versatile, and are what get us through the tasks in our lives. We want to know more about an object, so we touch it, explore it. Hands are intimate, and to have such an important part of someone's body completely inside of your own is an awesome, breathtaking experience.

The feeling of having just a finger penetrate one of the most sensitive and nerve filled places on my body excites me immensely. Some girls can't i guess, or are afraid to take more than two or three fingers at a time...poor things. The times when Mistress has given me Her entire fist i have experienced a sort of orgasm like no other. The stretching really turns me on. It hurts, but so, so good. When She fists me, my senses all seem to come together as one big intense feeling that i can not describe. i must focus really hard to relax and cooperate with Her, and the result of that focusing plus Her action has me quivering in another state of mind by the time She makes Her complete entry. i relish the whole event from start to finish, and that moment when Her whole hand is finally inside is phenomenal. i have felt like screaming, it hurts so good and i feel SO full, and i am that sentimental type that takes a moment to breathe and ponder the fact that the entire hand of another woman is inside of my body. i really get off on reaching down between my legs and feeling a wrist there, feeling how tight my pussy is surrounding it... it's so good. When She takes Her hand out completely, then reinserts (inevitably a lot faster than the first time) it feels SO good and hurts so much to go from stuffed, to empty, to so utterly full again.

Fisting also turns me on immensely because of the fact that the participants become so close, the energy has to shift pretty drastically in order for someone to be so deeply penetrated by another person. When Mistress fists me i feel very close to Her, as though i become an extension of Her. i feel like i am Hers, She claims and controls my entire body with one hand, and at those moments i feel so acutely connected to Her, so invaded and full of Her. my pussy burns and bruises from the inside due to the pressure, and my breath and heartbeat quicken. She knows my buttons and presses them just right until tears spring out of my eyes and i whimper and moan from the simultaneous extremes of sensation. The explosions that happen inside my body when She does this to me are incredible and mind altering- once i get to that point i don't even care if i sound or look stupid, i can't be bothered by insecure human thoughts when the hand of a Goddess is fucking me so deeply. i hold onto those moments and store them in memory to savour over and over.

And so, in conclusion- i love to be fisted by Mistress because it sends me into a delicious mind set, my body is overwhelmed by intense pain and pleasure, and both physically and emotionally i feel very connected with Her and am able to lose my inhibitions and hand my body over to this extraordinary Woman whom i worship."


She does have a way with words... saucy little minx. Note this isnt actually kittens pussy being fisted in the picture. I'll see if I can dig a nice big one of those up in the next day or two.