The princess and her pee.

"Can I go to the bathroom; I have to pee really bad?" "What are you going to do for me?" (I say in my best Devil's Rejects voice.) She looked a little stunned. "I asked you a question, what are you prepared to do for me in exchange for using my toilet?"


She just sort of whimpered a little bit and said she didn't know what I wanted her to say. We have played this game before. She whines about the assignment and I lose interest. Not this morning. Today, I pressed her. I tell her she can either come up with something interesting or be strapped to the bed and left until she pisses herself. “This is not interesting, inspiring or sexy. I know you can do better and until you choose to you can hold that piss or wet the bed."

I spoke a few weeks ago about needing to step it up a notch with her training. I was speaking of incidents like this. She is around all the time so I do not use high protocol with her. That means she gets away with more than the average little slut who comes in on a limited basis.

I recently decided to start more strictly enforcing protocol and re-training her to follow through without hesitation. Somewhere in the last year or so we have come to a place where she believe it is appropriate to ask why I want her to do certain things. I do not mind questions, provided they are asked at the right time. I do not believe questioning my motives mid task is the proper time. She needs to be focusing on finishing as thoroughly and efficiently as possible. Back to this morning...

I grabbed the shackles off my wall so she would know I was serious. They are extreme custom-made restraints with a hex key that screws the shackles together. No lock, just cold hard iron. I did the same to her ankles and secured the heavy chains together in a modified hogtie.( She was on all fours with her ass up, ankles and wrists secured together with chain and rope.) She began to cry softly when she figured out I was not going to let her out. I retrieved a small, hard ball gag with a hole in the center and strapped it aggressively to her face.

"One more chance to give me something succulent or I am going to go and take a shower. You can lie here and wallow in your piss and snot for all I care so you had better make it hot."

She sobbed. "Fine, I'll be back after my shower, I suggest you find a way to be entertaining. This is not a difficult question." Setting up the shower I could hear here muffled cries. I walked back down the hall. " If you do not regain your composure I will wait until Julie arrives and ask her to baby-sit you. Do I need to do that?" I could not leave her in bondage alone if she were violently crying, I wouldn't feel like she was safe from choking, etc. Besides I would rather she save all those juicy tears for when I am there to taste and appreciate them.

I knew her pride would make her calm down. She abhors being humiliated in front of my Mistress friends. It is silly really but she really loses it over the simplest things in front of them.

When I returned from my shower I again asked her what she had to offer in exchange. She cried, whined, and begged me to tell her what I wanted. "I want you to use your brain. You’re a smart girl, what can you offer me?" "I will reorganize your equipment room by the end of the weekend?" That was nice but no quite what I was looking for. “I will show you how I can fist fuck myself." Bingo. Now was that so hard?

"That means as soon as you’re done pissing you will be back to fist fuck yourself right?" She begged to be allowed to shave to make it sexier for me and then assured me she would comply without hesitation and in a charming way.(Edited: I have since reschedlued her performance for this evening, after she returns from work. She is to suck my foot off until I wake up and them put on a sexy little show for me without saying a word. I will have a guest in my bed. This should prove interesting.) I was not satisfied.

I suggested I would like to be sucked off before she pissed. She whimpered a bit begging to have the snot removed from her face. She also hates having her face covered in tears and snot. I dig the tears and the snot comes with the territory. I like the look but agreed to wipe off her snotty face. Not into "green showers", thanks though. I properly fucked her face for a few and she was released to go tinkle. That's how we started our day today.

I love my princess pussycat.

(P.S. Haven’t been able to write about all the dirtiness in SF. I'll try and get to it but I have a hot play date tonight with Mrs. 8 and that definitely takes priority.)

Watch this movie trailer.

Here is a new documentary I am gonna go check out tommorow. I guess I can't stay away from this political shit no matter how hard I try. It is called From Freedom to Fascism.I found it on Natalya Sadici's blog. If you are really interested check out the 40 minute interview with the director.

All I can say is people had better wake up.

Here is a quick pic from Folsom.

Back Home

I am back home with many dirty tales to share. I am going to recover for a day or so and then decide which gory details you will be privy too.I had a wonderful time and got to see some people I never get to run around with. I was wined, dined, spoiled and fucked. It was divine.

Reason #784 to love SF:

On the way out of town I bought 3 blow up dolls for $5 at a dyke garage sale. No joke. They had castrated one of the boy dolls. I am not going to tell you my plans for them but rest assured there will be orgies 'o plenty.

I also bought "HOTEL LACHAPELLE" which I have been creaming over for years. I love him, he is beyond brilliant.

I have decided I need a nice Queening seat for watching movies with Kitten. Any ideas for a supplier? I could just have one made but I would like to get some ideas.

SF

I love San Francisco. I mean really, I love it.(It is second only to Portland in my pervy heart.) I have decided to make it a more permanant part of my life by coming back every other month for sessions and fun. (I am going to start that in November boys, so mark your calendars.)I just came down from a rooftop overlooking the city where I spun poi for an hr. It is breathtaking outside.


Stephen has been a nice low key host. Its always nice when you meet someone you have been corresponding with and the conversation is easy and authentic. He is a kinky superhero in my book for being so unapologetic about his sexual preferences (publically). It is refreshing. Tonight is his book release thing at Good Vibes (6:30Pm) so if your in the city get your booty down there.

Oh...you want to know what happened at Folsom. A lady has to have some secrets doesn't she? Here is a little prick tease: I made out with dominatrices, spanked "baby dykes", humiliated sissies, drooled over leather fags and schooled a lot of lookie loos about respect in a sexy environment.

The golden shower? Yes the golden shower happened but it wasn't as you might expect. There are pics somewhere, when I get them I may give you a more intimate account.

No pics of me in my catsuit yet but I'll post them when I get em. Here is a candid of me changing into comething more comfortable later.





That is all.

Getting slicked up for Folsom...

Latex- check.
Lube- check.
Bag of tricks- check.
Camera- check.
Toe socks- check. (Didn't know I had a sock fetish did ya?)

I am taking goggles and gloves as well. Armed with goggles, gloves and a latex catsuit I will go (almost) anywhere. The goal for the day is a public golden shower. I love pissing in public. Lets see how dirty this meat market really is.

I'll be back later with juicy details.

Airport

Heading to SF in about 30 minutes. My flight was delayed an hr. Grrrr. I would like to fuck the pilot up the ass in the airport bathroom while I wait. Is that too much to ask? Bored Ms. B sipping a screwdriver while I wait...

Discretion-Personal Ads/Sex work

I have been reading blogs about this cunty little boy in Seattle who outed a bunch of people that responded to a faux personal ad. He posted a vulgar, inarticulate ad with a picture of a gaping hole to bait the boys. And bait them it did. They sent him face shots, cock shots, phone numbers, work emails, the works. Dumb. He posted their info on public websites. The guy is a lonely little troll seeking validation that he is smarter than most. I did not want to give him any more attention or traffic but I thought it was a good time to talk about discretion.

Online Ads:

Consider the level of discretion you need before placing/responding to an ad, particularly anything with a photo. People may use information they obtain to harass you, especially if you reject them. Do not give them anything that you would not want ending up in the NY Times and you are all good. Save the intimate details for a more appropriate time and place. (After you have established some trust.)

Go to Gmail and set up a free email account if you don't already have one. Seriously, do it right now. That is your first step in having a bit of privacy on the net. If you are emailing from work or signing up for websites with your work address you might as well send a memo to HR letting them know you are into anal fisting. Stop asking for trouble. Things happen, people talk and somewhere down the road that quick hook up note you try and zip off before 5 is going to come back and bite you in the balls.

Do not send out information to strangers that will help them find your company website. Hello Dr. Cock, think with your other head for a moment. Why does a random internet hook up need to know your VP of public relations for the city? They don't. If you are posting a personal ad or responding, try focusing on your personal qualities and interests instead of your resume.


Do not give out your phone number until you have established a mutual rapport. I have used reverse directories for years to let wankers know just how easy it is to come across their information. (A wanker is someone who calls to set up false appointments, harass or discuss potential mutual interests only to garner a few minutes of free phone time. They are the most frustrating part of my job. I consider them bottom-feeding thieves who steal valuable time from real clients.)

Do meet in a public place to discuss your initial rendezvous. This is not a guarantee of course but take a little while to access whether this person is someone you want knowing your address or phone number. There are plenty of people looking for sexy fun, make sure your choosing a play partner who is authentic and compatible before putting yourself at risk.

Don't park your car in sight for the initial meeting. DMV records are easy to get and can give someone a wealth of information about you.

Do not lie about your marital status. It is a shitty thing to do and it sets you up for a nasty blackmail scheme should an enterprising little gold digger decide to mess with you. Spend the same time and energy you are trying to get laid with and go see a therapist or an attorney. It is unfair to involve someone else in your marital drama.

When seeing a sex worker:

Do some research and find someone who meets not only your physical expectations but also appears to hold similar ideas about discretion and privacy. If they do not address privacy concerns on their contact page, politely inquire about their policies. Things to consider include:

Who has access to their emails?
How is client information stored?
What happens if someone calls and asks her what sort of business this is?
Will anyone else be in the facility? If so, will you see them face to face?
What sort of parking is available if there is an incall location?

Use the same precautions you would when answering a personal ad. If they ask for further identifiable information for safety reasons do that as discreetly as possible. If you are uncomfortable giving personal details, ask that a deposit be used in lieu of personal contact details. If you are respectful and up front most women will find a way to work it out so they feel safe and your protected as well.

Discuss what happens should you two encounter one another in public just to be sure you’re on the same page. (I pretend I do not know them and expect the same.)

Discretion goes two ways. Never ever go up to a sex worker and say “ Oh you are such and such aren’t you?” It is rude, even if they are infamous in your area. Perhaps they are entertaining a friend or family member who is uncomfortable about their job. Maybe they do not want to discuss work or be “on”. The reason is not important, what is important is mutual respect of privacy and boundaries.

Happy Cruising!

A little something to chew on...

Free ParentalControl Bar Released

I am busy getting ready for my trip. I thought pervy parents could use this, I support anything that makes parents responsible for policing their children's online habits:

CHATSWORTH, Calif. - WRAAC.org, a not-for-profit organization and a member of the Free Speech Coalition, has developed and introduced the ParentalControl Bar. The bar is a simple-yet-powerful tool developed to help parents shield children from sexually explicit websites. Although no system is ever perfect – and no one can guarantee that all unwanted websites will be blocked – the bar provides parents with a filtering tool that will allow them to control more effectively the types of websites their children access.

For the full article go here.

La Vida Loca

Nothing terribly sexy to report today. Yesterday, I had a great time at the Race for the Cure. I was surprised to find out that the Portland race is larger than LA, SF and Seattle. Nice to know our sleepy little stoner town will put the move on for a good cause.










I entertained myself by playing loud heavy music on my MP3 player and pretended it was the War of the Worlds.(It's not everyday that you get to run through the streets of downtown with thousands of people after all. Godzilla fantasies also produced many chuckles.)

I wore pink polka dotted knee socks over black spandex tights with a short pink and black dotted skater skirt. Topped off with a fetish ball t-shirt, black shell toes and a power puff girls head band it was not the usual parachute shorts and cross trainers. It was fun, thanks Ling for the invitation. (This was her 3rd year.) We decided to organize a group of pervs to run together next year under the name "Pink Kink". We will have plenty of time to organize the pink zentai.

Last night just as I was getting ready to go the Fire Jam (A monthly fire/drum jam on the waterfront)I received a hysterical phone call. It was Mr. Skateboard, he had a violent death in the family and asked me to come meet him. I haven't seen or spoken with him since January. It was intense and emotional. There is never any perfect thing to say when that sort of stuff happens. If you throw in the complications of an 8 year relationship, you get a recipe for emotional tsunami's. I am depleted today, looking forward to having Kitten shave my legs later and give me a foot rub.

The party at the studio went great. They cleaned up after themselves, nothing was broken, and nothing was out of place. Score. If it was that easy all the time I would still be renting this place out. Thank you B/boys!

Excuse the ramble, I need a nap.

Scariest film of the year

Damn. Jesus is popping up all over the place this week.I got a set of preview tickets for "Jesus Camp" in the mail today.I heard about the film a while ago; It is far more frightening than I had imagined. It is a documentary about kids who attend a camp in the hopes of becoming Evangelical Pastors. It also visits their home life and the political views of their parents.


"There are two kinds of people- those who love Jesus and those who don't." The world can be summed up so easily by fundamentalists. Keep in mind this is being taught to a huge room full of small children. The good pastor is training them to go out and be little "warriors for christ".

This movie should be a wake up call for anyone who doesn't understand we are losing our separation of church and state. The poor children in this movie seem so angry and brainwashed. They are throwing their little hands up in rage as if they are marching off to war. It is pretty telling of what the rest of us are up against if you ask me. (Still cruising for a new country, I think this one is going to capsize into an even scarier police state if something drastic doesn't happen.)


Taken from an interview with "Pastor" Becky Fischer:

A particularly inflammatory scene that heightens the political overtones for viewers takes place at a revival meeting lead by Fischer and her associates, in front of well over 100 children. In the scene, Fischer takes a life-size standup photo of President George W. Bush to the stage, and with a large American flag in the background, asks the crowd to raise their hands towards him in prayer.

Yes, you read that correctly. This "preacher" is making children raise their hands in prayer to the president under the threat of eternal damnation. She believes it is her mandate from "God". Did you notice its the "Kids on Fire" camp held at Devil Lake? Sounds a bit like training for a life of Hell to me.

I am so freaked out, I think I will head over to Divine Interventions and peruse for a bit.

"Do you want to give me a tubal ligation?"

Isn't she romantic? Kitten uttered these words to me this morning after I told her I just ordered a new speculum. (Nice.) The weighted one I have just isn't very practical for "everyday" use.

You should have seen her whoring it up for me this morning. I molested her last night in her sleep for a couple of hours. I like to masturbate on top of her when she is sleeping, I also finger fuck her. She starts making little mewing noises and sometimes, she tries to back up onto my arm. I like the fact that most of the time she doesn't even realize she is doing it. It's her natural state of sluttery. (I know,I know, I am a sick perverted deviant, yadda yadda yadda.) It always makes her horny the next day; She woke up today practically humping my leg.

Speaking of leg humpers, good morning Mrs. 8...

She was throwing her ass and freshly shaved little fuckhole in my face from the moment I got up. I teased her a bit talking about my double nexus. For those of you who haven't discovered this little gem I highly recommend giving it a whirl. Especially for hot dyke fucking, I dont know how well it works for hetro fun but I'll do a bit of research and get back with you. I should devote an entire article to the Nexus alone. I will say it works better for some people than others depending on your internal hardware. I digress...

So, she is looking up at me with this expectant "come fuck me" eyelash bat and I tell her to convince me. Then I whip out my cock and present it to her. "Yes, Suck it. Show me how much you love my cock and if you do a good job I will fuck you." She tried to get all sheepish on me. "Fine, no dick for you." Before I could even set it down she was eating it.

I started to force fuck her mouth a bit until she gagged. " Does my cock make you sick? Why are you about to throw up? You don't like my cock? Well ,I will stop repulsing you and just put it away then. I am sure the last place you want it is between your legs if you find it so disgusting it makes you gag." Muffled protests. " Oh, so you do like my cock. Well prove it by taking it deeper into your throat." After a few more minutes I directed her to put her fingers deep in her pussy and wipe them on my leg. Blank stare. "Do it now." Hmph. Only slighty damp.

I inserted the smaller end of my prick into my pussy and forced her head down. She was kissing and suckling ravenously around my cock trying to access the clit I hid behind it. Eventually I pulled the cock out and full on rode her face for about 20 minutes. I like locking her head in with my thighs and suffocating her until she is just about to pass out. Her mouth responds best that way.

After I was finished with my morning ride, I put the cock back in/on. I instructed her to dip her fingers once more into her cunt. This time when she swiped I had her do it on my nipple. It was a nice thick creamy consistency that contrasted nicely with the tan flesh it was slathered on. (Damn this is starting to sound like a cheesy romance novel. Time to wrap it up.) She giggled as I instructed her to lick it off and then mount me.

I forced her knees open and fucked her hard from below for a few. The rest is a blur of pink parts and manual dexterity. It was hot. That is all.

Me and Jesus, few years back...

The Exorcist picture reminded me of this shoot.

Folsom and other tidbits...

I am heading down to SF for a weekend of nasty pleasures.

Who else is going?
I plan to hit the Folsom fair on Sunday, Stephen Elliott's book release on Monday and Trannyshack on Tuesday. I head back Wed. evening and gear up for a playdate with two of my favorite sluts. Provided a certain someone hurries up with his confirmation. (Gummislut- I need a confirmation stat! Astra- I can't wait to see you.I have some nasty plans for you both.)

I had a sit down with Mrs. 8 yesterday about her coming on for formal training. It went well, we are still negotiating the specifics. I met with Mr 8 a few days ago to get his ok and that went great. If all goes as planned, we are going to move forward with a month long trial to see if it works out logistically.

On a side note: I have decided I have a cuckolding fetish that works a little differently than most. Most of the time, wives want to fuck other men in front of their husbands or the men want to be humiated by being "forced" to watch. I like to fuck men's wives in front of them and I especially like it if they are tied up and have something blurring their vision. ( I.E. Scarf, saran wrap, blindofld on askew)

Fanny came over and walked me through a sink installation yesterday. I have been playing plumber this week, I removed a toilet and sink. I reinstalled a new sink, including a new faucet and fittings. Not the most glamorous thing I have ever done, but it feels damn good to know I can take care of that stuff if need be. It has been nice to get some closure with Fanny. I have a lot to say about her post last week, I just haven't had the time to put it together.

Kitten is in the dog house. Err, cat house. You know what I mean. Time to rethink some training methods with her. I made a mistake somewhere along the way; She needs more discipline. (She gets by on her pussy licking skills far too much.) Time to walk the talk pussycat.

Tonight, I am heading out to the dinner with a fabulously kinky couple I haven't seen in awhile. Tomorrow night I am sitting down with a cutie pie who contacted me through Mr Ronabell to learn more about BDSM. She is sexy and smart and I hope I can give her whatever information she needs to venture out into the kinky world safely.

This weekend is one of the final parties at the studio. There are two. This one and a party in November. I have been working my ass off around here and I am pretty nervous about having people in here fucking things up again.I just painted the backroom floor. That means they can no longer move the furniture which should help alleviate some damage. I am going to roll up the rugs, remove the artwork and cover the nicer furnishings I have added in plastic. Seems like a such a shame I have to do that but I swear if someone breaks another expensive piece of artwork or furniture I am going to flip. My head might even spin around.

Someone buy Mr Olbermann a lapdance!

I generally refrain from including political stuff here that isnt related to the sex industry but this must be watched. Wow. (and on MSNBC no less) Keith Olbermann is my new hero.

Let's impeach the asshole.

Hanging Kitten

I started really playing around with rope in the last year or so. I am falling fast and hard for it. I love its versatility. Bondage has always been about functionality for me. I just wanted to strap them in nice and snug to get to the meat of the matter. Shooting fetish porn has afforded me the opportunity to see some of the world's best riggers in action up close and personal. It has inspired me to learn more.

Yesterday was a busy day for my rope kit. I did a self suspension in the afternoon; I had never done that before. (Well, there was that one time up on hooks but I have not been suspended in rope.)It was fun and challenging though I need to work on some more comfortable positions so I can stay up longer.

Last night, I took Kitten on a little flight as well. I was just practing some simple ties and something clicked. She was soon flying over me in her little green polka dotted dress. Yum.

I am working on rope suspension a lot these days.(Thank you Bridgett! She was so patient with my silly questions during our class. If you need rope skills, I can't reccomend her tutorials enough.) I want to start doing outdoor suspensions and to feel good about that I need some more skills. I need willing victims to let me string them up.

Time to break out the big black book.

Oregon residents check this out:

Normally our state is pretty sexually progressive, I was suprised to see this on the FSC's website.

If you are a Salem resident take a moment to let the city counsel members know there are people in the community who enjoy having adult entertainment available. I wish that the frigid moralists in office would bang out an orgasm or two and leave the important government decisions to people who are not so sexually challenged. How can they concentrate on important decisions with those bright blue balls?

I am feeling frisky today.

You must see this film. SHORTBUS

Well...I must see this film. Wow.

To the "necrophiliac" spammer...

I think just about everybody's kink is ok. (Even if you want to pretend the wife is a dead fish.) That being said, I don't appreciate juvenile attempts to drop unrelated websites in the comments here. What did Fanny's post have to do with fucking dead folks?I suggest more time on your content and less bothering people who are not interested.

Nothing like the smell of necro spam in the morning.





Added later:
I was discussing this necro fella with my girl this morning on instant messenger. I get pretty pissy about spam so I was talking a little trash. This is a little snippet of our conversation.

"Maitressebetkaschpitz: how about I kill HIM and then he can go fuck himself
tivakat: hahaha
tivakat: that is funny
tivakat: guess it un PC to post that huh.
Maitressebetkaschpitz: brb
Maitressebetkaschpitz: nevermind, can't figure out how to say it in a funny way
Maitressebetkaschpitz: it sounds too violent
tivakat: just post a picture of a kitten after You say that. it will counteract the violence."

I heart her.
Cuddly kittens to counter my violent streak.

A post from Danaya/Fanny....

I recently met up with Fanny to work on some financial business we have together and discuss our previous relationship. This picture is from the airplane bathroom on our trip to Thailand. Mile high bagging club?

It was good to have a nice honest discussion about the way things went down and she seems to be coming to terms with everything which is great. She asked me if it would be okay to post here and I agreed. I have some things to add to this but I am in the middle of renovating my dressing room so it will have to wait. I have been in "super" mode the last week at the studio. Painting cages, floors, re arranging, installing art, and a host of other decorator duties.I'll come up for air a little later and respond and expand on some of this:

"Losing more than my dick in Thailand
by Fanny



Three months post-op. Exchanging emails back and fourth with Ms. Betka, I have a much better understanding of how, and why my relationship serving Ms. Betka came to and unimaginable end. Now having the opportunity to meet with her and talk. After a couple of times talking I asked her if I could write an entry for her blog. To my surprise she said yes.

I want this to be about a valuable lesson in life, being a proper slave without loosing yourself doing it.

I feel I must start from the beginning, but I will try to make it as short and to the point as possible.

I still remember it as if was yesterday. I met her though friends of hers. I was at their house when she walked in (all ready having some knowledge of her) I knew from the minute I met her I wanted to serve her. Time went by I was allowed to help serve at a couple of her parties. Then the day came she asked me if I would be interested in an interview for a position to serve as her maid. Of course this was a dream come true, I said yes.... We sat down and did a complete layout of what she was looking for, needed, and expected. Covered what I was looking for as well as my needs, and my goals. My main goal was to complete my transition, and to be able to serve a woman as Ms. Betka was perfect. To understand my story I feel you need to know I travel half way across the country to serve another Mistress. It did not work out I was taken for a large sum of money and was feeling my dreams were all but gone. I was on the edge of being homeless for the first time in my life. At this point Ms. Betka took me in under her wings. Helped me move all my stuff out of storage let me move into the studio. Life was at an all time best for me, other than trying to deal with my family back east that were at lost with my announcement I was going to be the woman I knew I was all my life.

With a lot of hard work, guiding, and a push from Ms. Betka I was getting back on track with my transition. I went though a lost of my Mother, and I will never forget how Ms. Betka was there for me, helped me and pulled me though it. At this point in my life I felt I was so blessed to have her come into my life.

As time went on I wanted nothing more than to bring pleasure to her life. Nothing made me happier than seeing a smile on her face.

This all sounds wonderful, but this is also were the problem started. I simply would put nothing before her including me and my needs. Talk about self destruction. It could have all been handled in a proper manner, only if I would have been open and honest with her that my needs have changed over time. Which meant they were not being met. As this went on it only brought tension between us. She however stuck with me though our struggling relationship. Then the time came for me to have my SRS. There were problems that made this harder than planned. Ms. Betka addressed these issues as they arised. Unfortunately it meant I had to make sacrifices that I honestly thought I could handle. As I told her everything was going to be fine, and do not worry. Then I was in Thailand with the one person I wanted with me. Never scared going into surgery, and very Thankful Ms. Betka was by my side. I was really looking to do some FFS, but due to unexpected circumstances it was not meant to be. I let my emotions, along with my past holding in on my true needs get out of track. Things were said that could have been avoided if only I would have been up front and openly honest with Ms. Betka in the past about my needs.

I lost the one relationship in my life I wanted most.

Ma'am Thank You for the courage You gave me in life, and the understanding You gave me on what it is to be true to yourself, and with other's.



fanny"

I think she wanted this to be an insight into how important authentic communication is to the these relationships.

By the way, She is looking healthy and for the inquiring minds- her new pussy is in fine working order.

Thanks Fanny Faye! I am proud of the work you have done to get yourself where you are.

Ms B

Race for the Cure 9/17/06

Ling and I are going to be skipping in the PDX Race for the Cure on September 17th. Running with these boobs seems detrimental to my health; I figured a fast skip should do it. We are talking about doing it in pink zentai, though I think we are getting too close to make that happen. ( Any super fast seamstress sponsors out there?)

The Race for the Cure is one of the largest organizations raising money to bring an end to this devastating disease. They raised 40 Million dollars last year.

"Breast cancer is the leading cause of cancer deaths among women ages 40-59 and remains one of the biggest threats to women's health. And although far less common, men also get breast cancer. Early detection is the key to surviving this disease: when breast cancer is found early enough and confined to the breast, the 5-year survival rate is over 95% percent."

Show your boobie love by donating here. To sponsor us specifically list Venom Studios as the business your donating on behalf of. Please feel free to cross post this to any pertinent lists. Also, if your a Portland pervert who wants to join us, drop me a line.

Your favorite erotic blogs...

What blogs do you dash to first thing after email in the morning?




When I first decided to start this one I did a lot of research. I looked high and low for people who were delivering the kinky goods. I did not find many sexy blogs that made me want to go back. Unfortunately, most of the sex blogs out there are excuses for affiliate programs and the content shows it. Even some of the ones I see linked everywhere are just a mish mash of online commercials with content that is pulled from other's creativity rather than an original effort.

I am not talking about review sites or blogs that are intended to showcase specific interests and not individuals. I also don't mind when people give recommendations for products or sites they are affiliates for if there is other interesting content. The problem for me is when I am forced to look at flashing felching ads in order to read a 4 sentence paragraph intended to trick me into clicking on an external site.

For those of you who do not work with adult websites, affiliate programs are set up to pay people who advertise your site. When I land on a blog with tons of affiliate banners down both sides and obvious affiliate content through the articles, I feel I have been tricked into watching a commercial. I would much rather they send me to a recommended links section or give me a sexy account of something they did while using the affiliate content to illustrate it or linking to products they may have used for their exploits. There should be a happy medium and people writing about sex should have enough of there own experiences to fill out their posts.

I also found some people who were excellent technical writers but they weren't really giving any juice. Some sex writers are afraid to talk about their own experiences and what moves them. What is that all about? I don't want to just hear about your travel schedule, I want to know why you prefer to fuck woman on top, or how you get your rope to last a few years longer. I try and make this a mix of pertinent technical information and personal essays about my interests and experiences. I am looking for other blogs of a similar nature and I need your help.

I am going to be re-working the links section here. I will be adding some amazing resources from my personal bookmarks and removing any blogs who don't have me linked. I also want to exchange some of the ones I linked to because their ranking was nice for quality erotic blogs written by people who get it. So..Without further ado:

-What blogs trip your trigger? (Why?)
-What makes a blog interesting and sexy for you?
-What turns you off in a blog? (Please do not mention specific sites in response to this question. No need to be catty.)

It's B-E-T-K-A.

There has been a recent string of comments and emails with people mispelling my name. Not to sound ungrateful for your compliments but it really waters down those fuzzy feelings to read "becha, bekta, becha, betcah". There are five letters boys... It is B then E then T then K then A. Two syllables. I know you can do it. So, "write it down, take a picture, I don't give a fuck."

Just remember it. Unless of course you need me to carve it in your back. Hmmm... speaking of which, I need to get to SF.

Today was a good day. I just finished an amazing ball busting session. I love kicking and punching boys in the jewels so much I have been known to rearrange my schedule for a same day appoitnment for such pleasures. A woman can never kick enough balls. Ladies if you haven't tried it, do some reasearch and get to it.

This boy is very responsive. He begins wailing and sticking his ass up like a Vivid girl on her first film after signing a 5 million dollar contract. He is into it. Yum.

I have a family mystery to sort out this week so if I am MIA that's why. Until then, fuck like its your last day on earth.

An evening with the 8's.

I am still recovering from the madness that was my birthday. I always have these grandiose fantasies about how I am going to write long sexy prose and share the intimate details of my experiences. Unfortunately, by the time I am finished fucking I don't have a lot of energy for writing. And trying to remember the details of such a raunchy week is an exercise in futility. I end up recording about 20% of the actual naughtiness in these posts. Chew on that for a second.

Back to the beach house...
I was pleasured and pampered in all the right ways. It has been a busy summer for Kitten and I. She has been preparing to go to school this fall, both of us moving, renovations at the studio and my new workload with the site have kept us running.

We arrived at the house to find a beautifully appointed beach cottage with a huge wrap around deck. The house is owned by a friend of ours who has an Age Play fetish so it has a certain "Alice in Wonderland" feel to it. Bright colors, interesting textures and overall a bit of a whimsical feel. (Not in that puky unicorn sort of way.) There winding staircases up the front and back that are overflowing with flowers and greenery. It was a perfect spot for my kinky weekend. (That's how it turned into a week.)

Rather than give you a play by play of the entire week I thought I would highlight an evening with the 8's. I am blessed with a stunning array of kinky friends. These two are no exception; they are beautiful inside and out. Their shyness around kink really gets me going. I know they want to be completely turned out and used in the dirtiest of ways. They just scream a collective "VIOLATE US". I try to accommodate that any time I can. I am a giver, what can I say?

I have been bringing the 8's along slowly for a couple of years now. I give them advise about all things kinky and occasionally we play. I have taken my time with them because I would like to see them develop into regular play partners. Our energy melts together in the sexiest ways. I have had to do a lot of damage control caused by an incompetent top that Mr 8 played with some time ago. He was mislead into believing she had the experience and expertise to train a full time slave. Her dishonesty became clear early on and he was able to escape a bad situation fairly unscathed. The whole thing left him confused and frightened of falling into another unhealthy situation. He has a constant fear of falling too deeply into "play" and not honoring his responsibilities. I think our time together over the weekend may have shown him some interesting possibilities.

Early on, it came to our attention that Mr 8 brought his stockings and garters for our little soiree. He tried to act coy. “You want me to put them on? Really? I am shy." Yea right. What the hell were they doing in the one small bag you brought? We all knew he wanted to wear his frill’s for us. Once it came out that kitten had a matching girdle for his lovely wife the deal was sealed.

We all opted to dress for pleasure at this point. I slipped into a high-waisted, black latex girdle with bows over the garters. The 8's slipped into matching black spandex garters with VS thigh high's. Kitten, ever the attention slut, wore a chaste white top with white stockings and a baby blue girdle. She looked like a nubile innocent who had accidentally wandered into the wrong end of the pool.

I decided early on that Kitten would dominate Mrs. 8 by proxy when I was away or otherwise occupied. I set a little plan in motion early in the day leaving the two of them to hang out in the hot tub and chat. They never get a chance to talk alone and I knew they would hit it off beautifully. I also knew that they were completely enamored with each other. I had a delightful time orchestrating the two of them in front of the fire. Kitten tried to act like she did not know how to give a spanking. Luckily for both of them I can be very specific. “You put your head down and your ass up, spread your legs and turn to the side so we can see your silhouette in the fire. Kitten grab her hair and hold her head to the ground and begin to lightly slap and massage her ass cheek."

That was all it took. Silly girls. Kitten was wailing away on her ass in no time. Fast forward an hour or so. We are in a small bedroom on a full bed. The four of us are a tangled lingerie mess. Mr 8 is lying on his back. I begin to force his wife’s head down onto his cock. The two hard-bodied spandex clad sluts really came alive at this point. I ordered Kitten to mount the Mr and smother him with her tits. She was instructed to place her ass on Mrs. 8's forehead.

I got a rhythm going with Mrs. 8's head. I instructed her and told her how nasty she looked as I held her face down. His cock was buried in her throat for a long time. I would move her ever so slightly when he was fully in, then quickly grab her hair and pull her off violently. She was gasping and spitting like a real porn star. Simply beautiful.

I am running out of steam here but the evenings festivities included a ton of surgical tubing, moonlight dancing on the deck, lots of choking, plenty of face fucking and enough nasty talk to jump start a phone sex operator. Next time I will just have to run a video camera. Good times indeed.


Gifty Goodness:
Someone left me a package with a cute anime girl and a DVD. The DVD is a Kung FU movie dubbed with hip hop artists for the voices. Pretty funny. There was no name or note so I figured a thank you here would suffice. So, THANK YOU!