Saturday Raunch

I do not consider myself a performer. That makes doing performances a little weird. I do not choreograph things or plan acts beyond the music and implements. A pile of pervy implements, a willing slut and a nasty song do a lot more for my creative juices than a set list. Saturday evening’s show was a wet and messy, rubber dyke fuck-fest. There was Latex. Tubing. Breath Control. Boot Worship. Lubricant. Double Dildo. Bags. Straps. Canes. Punching. Slapping. Forced blow jobs. Funnel gag. Spitting. Simulated facials and golden showers. (Like I said I am surprised we didn’t get arrested.)I love living in such a vivacious, sex positive town.

I started the girls off facing each other with thin surgical tubing around their necks. It held them in place as well as in close proximity to each other. Their mouths were no more than a couple of inches apart. They were instructed to put their hands behind their necks while I cinched in a tight waist strap. Their cunts were forced together in an akward position and their balance thrown off. I worked them over with a cane before placing a cordless vibrator between them so Kitten could simulate fucking Darva. ( And give her a little clitty massage to set the tone.) “Do not drop the vibrator.”

I went back to quick , superficial strokes on their inner thighs and calves with the cane. They danced beautifully between blows trying to dry fuck the pain away. Time to make this a little more interesting. I inserted a thick 18 inch cock with two heads into their mouths.

They gave street walkers a run for their money with the sheer sluttery of their mouths. It was fucking smoking. I caned them hard for a few minutes, mercilessly hitting the same area over and over. Good times. I ended that little segment by putting a refrigerator bag over the two of them and adding another strap at the waist so they could recycle air while they ate the double dick. Did the audience like it? Who fucking cares, my pussy is still wet thinking about it.

Things heated up considerably in the next couple of hours. I wanted to do something fun for Darva since it was her first time playing with us out in public. A couple of things. First off, she is a leg humper. She gets completely gooey over them. She also gives a mean lap dance. Hmmm, Me, Kitten, and a lap dancing leg humper. Perfect.

I rigged Kitten into an asymmetrical arm harness and sat her on a short bench. She was outfitted as a rubber gimp with a mask and huge black strap on. I left her a free hand to jerk it off while she was getting her lap dance. I had Darva crawling back and forth in front of us on the floor. Seducing our attentions by slowly sticking her ass up and whore grinding for us.

Damn it, I always get caught up in these and can’t finish. I have to go but will finish this up soon. It is worth the wait. The girls really out did themselves. (And at a major music venue no less.) I love Portland.

Procrastination

Procrastination leads to many other mistakes and stressors that detract from service. If there is a single trait that should be erased entirely from a slave’s memory, this is it.

As a servant your goal is to make the owner’s life more comfortable and easy to manage. Procrastination has the opposite effect. This is one of the main areas of trouble I have with Kitten. Her intentions are always good and her devotion is solid ,but her procrastination causes the majority of problems that get her into trouble.

I switch from amiable, pervy top to vitriolic cunt in about 2 seconds when I find she has neglected to do what I have asked. It is always the simplest things that are overlooked or put off. In her mind she asks “ Why is this such a big deal, I did everything else. How come she is so angry about this little thing?” My patience becomes a thing of the past as soon as I see the look in her eye or hear the tone in her voice of “ I am sorry, but why are you so angry about this little thing?” I would rather just complete the tasks myself than follow behind asking “ Is this done? Is this done?” And if I am just going to do it myself, what are we doing here?

It makes me want to hang her up over the trash in the garage, covered in honey until she figures out what I am upset about. Problem is, the little strumpet would figure out a way to eroticize it, so the only thing that works is isolation. They always understand not being allowed to come over. That increases my workload, making me even crankier about the whole situation.

It is a frustrating waste of my valuable time. I have said it before and I’ll say it again: I would rather be fucking. ( That’s my catch phrase for “there is always something better to do with my time”.) In that vein, here are some ideas to consider about procrastination:

*Procrastination is self sabotage. It is an easy trap for an emotional masochist to fall into because of the stress and trouble it causes. Can you think of a faster way to fail than to put things off as long as possible? The stress it causes can be just the fix someone who enjoys being emotionally tormented needs. There are much more interesting and inspiring ways to get those needs met.

* Procrastination is a form of rebellion. It is a simple way of saying “you can’t make me” either directly or indirectly. Does that sound like the right attitude for anyone in service?

* Procrastinators look for distractions. Almost anything but the task at hand will do, especially something that seems important like email or other seemingly important tasks. It is much easier to admit you did not follow through on a particular task due to a distraction that to say, “I was worried I would fail so I didn’t do it.”

According to Dr. Joseph Ferrari ( He is a psychiatrist specializing in procrastination in Chicago.)there are three types of procrastinators:

1. Thrill seekers: wait to the last minute for the euphoric rush.
2. Avoiders: avoid fear of failure or success. Would rather have people think they lack effort than ability. Very concerned with other’s opinions.
3. Decisional: Not making a decision absolves them of the responsibility of the outcome.

I would love to hear about your experiences in dealing with procrastination as either a top or bottom. After my massage, I'll try and recount all the nasty goodness from Saturday night. I am still surprised we didn't get arrested.

To tide you over...

Until I can get to the details of last night's debauchery.

Portland Erotic Ball 10/28/06

I will be perving it up for the Portland Erotic Ball on Saturday night at the Crystal Ballroom. I have a bevy of beauties and a gallon of lubricant. It should prove rather interesting. So far the roll call includes Mommy Char, Kitten, Darva, Ling, M.P. ( A delicious little queer masochist),Rixon and a couple of last minute guests.

We will be creating naughty ambiance and doing demos all night.

Let's hope those vanilla boys can behave themselves around my girls. I'll be carrying a cattle prod, just in case.

NY NY

The tale of my trip is long and naughty. I couldn't and wouldn't recount all the dirty details. I loved NY and plan to get back there every chance I get. I am sorry I waited so long to get there. My only regret was being unable to connect with some of the people I wanted to meet due to my fully booked schedule.

The studios I used were both beautiful and well equipped. Ariana's rubber collection was everything she described and more. She was gracious and very funny. Her stories about the NY domination scene kept me entertained for a few hours. (Thanks for keeping it real.) Her space was 2,500 square feet in the heart of Midtown. It's walls were hand painted with lush designs and regal colors. Each room outfitted with just the right accoutrements. My favorite piece of furniture was a 60's-70's birthing chair on hydraulics. MMM. It looked like a freaky science fiction experiment waiting to happen. I must find a medical auctioneer and get one, stat.

Arena was equally impressive with its immaculate rooms and lush decor. The staff there were friendly and knowledgeable even referring me a client or two. I look forward to spending more time there on my next visit. Their equipment and attention to detail make it obvious that the women who put that studio together take their craft seriously.

I spent a good amount of the weekend getting into trouble with Minax and her boy. We are always uber raunchy. This time was no exception but I haven't the time to get into too many details. I ripped a latex garter belt whoring it up for Minax during a lap dance at the X Rated party. Ooops. Grey Goose makes me a very friendly cohort, what can I say? Let's just pray a pic from that night doesn't halt my political career in its tracks.

The biggest surprise I received over the weekend was the news of the Playboy Radio review of the blog. I was pleased over all. (You can not expect radio boys to understand the intricacies of this lifestyle and present it in an educational manner.) I am going to drop them a note and give them hell over the Russian whore comments.

I am thinking about reading some older scene reports and podcasting them for kicks. What do you think? Not sure how all that works but it can't be too difficult.

For now, it's time for crab cake eggs benedict and a mimosa.

DF on Playboy Radio!

I am wiped out from my NY trip. (Got the sniffles.)I wanted to share this great news and let you know I am alive. Dangerous Femme was featured on Dirty Spoke yesterday. It is a Playboy Radio sex blog review segment.

The boys who do the morning show are run of the mill cheerleader fuckers, so they are a bit wierded out by some of the content. They think I am a "crazy Russian" woman.

Crazy people are confused. I know what I am doing and I love it.

(Betka is a Czech name by the way.)

Here is the audio from the show.

I am a happy Mistress.

From an old lover..

I always liked this.

Leda and the Swan


A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

W.B.Yeats

I heart NY.

It's true, I am already in love with NY. It has a vibrant energy that makes me feel naughty. The people are friendly but straight up. No time for bullshit. My kind of place.

I had my first session here a little while ago. It was with a talk, dark, hard-bodied bitch with a monster cock and a wonderful whimper. I ran my newly sharpened claws down the length of his body and told him how turned on it made me to hear him gasping for air. I dug my nails in. I stayed close, breathing on his neck and incessantly kneeing him in the balls.

He took it like a good boy. I wish we had more time, I did not even get to break out the electrical toys. I don't want to get into the gory details but he was stuffed into a body bag, strapped in tight and forced to succumb to my most wicked whims while I alternated between clips and smothering him with my hands, ass and latex tits.

Don't get too excited boys. He was fully deprived of all senses and probably wouldn't have even known it was a breast if I hadn't told him. I like to do a combination of hand over mouth with any sort of smothering, keeps eager beavers from trying to take liberties.

Good thing too. Boys who try and take liberties set themselves up for a swift, hard kick to the balls or a black eye. Chew on that while I explore this fabulous town.

Ms. Betka needs a shopping spree. Is that the Demask store I smell?

A peek into Fetish Night

"I'd like to chain you to the toilet and fuck you up the ass. Get in here with us."

Enter silly emo boy.

"Drop your pants so we can see what we are working with here..."

He drops trou. Not bad. 7.5 inches but a little thin.

"Damn look how hard he is. What a little whore. Do you always go into the bathroom with women you don't know?"

"...You two are wearing latex I can't help it..."

"That cock is made for ass fucking (Meaning a little thin for use on a cunt. I figured it would look good sliding in and out of his partner in crime.), where is your little friend?"

Uncomfortable giggle and man speak for "I am scared."

"Turn around and let us see your asshole."

He blushes. "That's a bit much."

"This conversation is over."

I handed him a card and told him to give us a call when he grows up.

He had been slinking around sniffing our tails all night. Mr. Emo just happened to be walking by as Spanks and I stepped into the bathroom. Lucky little man.

I forgot to mention another woman came into the restroom mid inspection. She knew him and giggled hysterically. He worked at the bar.

Mike Tyson wants to foxy box.

Last post of the day, promise. This was too good to pass up. Mike Tyson wants to go on a boxing tour where he fights women. I am serious. Who is the genius PR person he has working for him that forgot to mention convicted rapists shouldn't try and sign up for exhibition bouts with women?

What a disgusting little troll. I would love to see him punch fucked by a mob of petite feminists. That's what I call entertainment. If anyone has a lead on that, my credit card is in my hand.



I love how he says "It's all fun. I am not looking to smash anyones brains in."

Tech questions.

I need some technical advice about page layout. The text here does not go all the way over to the right side bar. Anyone know how to fix this?

Also, I am looking for information on selling mobile content. Any smut peddlers out there have a company you love?

Thanks.
Ms B

Oregon residents-last day to register.

I love my sexually progressive, sleepy little state. Let's not let some homophobic quasi moralist muck things up. I have my doubts about these "elections" and their validity but not voting won't solve the problems. I don't trust either of these money hungry parties but there really aren't any other viable options. Whoever you vote for, get your ass registered.

No fuck that. Get registered and help boot these life sucking coporate whores into the streets. I am mad and you should be too.

(Taken from the leatherpdx list. Thanks Damien.)

"No matter how much trouble the Republicans are in elsewhere, we're in
trouble here in Oregon. Saxton is heading to beat Kulongoski.

If you're not already registered to vote in Oregon there's still time if
you hurry (did you get a Voter's Pamphlet this past week? If not, you've
not registered, or have let it lapse).

1) Visit this site:
http://www.sos.state.or.us/elections/votreg/vreg.htm
2) Download and print the form.
3) Drop it in TUESDAY'S October 16th's mail or drop it by any location on
this list: http://www.sos.state.or.us/elections/other.info/clerk.htm

You must do this today.

Please understand how important this election is. Some polls are now
showing Ron Saxton ahead of Gov. Ted Kulongoski, and The Oregonian is
doing a full-court press to get the right-winger elected. The Republicans
smell blood, and are dumping huge money into Saxton's war chest.

If Ted Kulongoski wins, we are all but guaranteed to have major advances
in GLBTQ civil rights in the coming two years in Oregon. If Ron Saxton
wins, he has sworn to veto anything pro-LGBTQ that hits his desk, which
means we're hopeless until at least 2010. His "family values" will also
make life difficult for anyone straying from the "straight and narrow",
regardless of sexual orientation."

And if you need a little more motivation check out this snazzy new "terror interrogation law" the shrub gifted us with yesterday.

Two blogs you should check out...

A couple of friends of mine have new blogs that I have been remiss in getting linked up. They are both fantastic and deserve their own post anyway.

Tony Mitchell
This pervy pundit extraordinaire was an editor at Skin Two for the last 100 years and is now moving forward with some fantastic projects of his own. His writing is sharp, succinct and is very editorial in nature. This is a great blog for keeping up perversions in the vanilla world as well. He posts interesting tidbits about fetish fashion moving into the mainstream as well as book and film review. In short, it's genius. So skedaddle.


Christine Kessler
Let me begin by saying I am biased and partial. I have been friends with Steen for years and she is generous, intelligent and has a beautiful, playful eye for fetish photography. (When I make my first million, she's at the top of the list for in house photog.) Her blog is short tid bits about her kinky travels with some photos as well. It is a great behind the scenes look at the life of a prominent fetish photographer. (I am gonna try and persuade her to talk about the naughty things she does, and trust me, she can be naughty.)

She also just released her first book. It's called "Pervy Girls" and features some of the top fetish models in kinky couture. Her work speaks for itself so have a credit card read and click here. Hope I'm not being to subtle.

In other news, I am wiped. I’ll be busy this week preparing for NY so if I am absent that’s why.

Fetish Night Tonight! Be there or be...

gang raped by demonic clowns. Seriously, bring it.

I have been trapped in the studio since Friday and I am ready to get publically pervy.
Dress in your kinkiest couture and meet us for cocktails. Mother needs a drink.

Where: Berbati's SW 3rd and Ankeny
When: 10:30(ish)
What: You and a bag of tricks.

Mr. Ronabell came over earlier and he said he is throwing down some serious fuck beats later.

A bevy of clam...

Whew. Friday the 13th was quite a night. I have one of my rubber sluts in from out of town for an extended session. Said slut occasionally brings a beautiful girl with him to join in our reindeer games. She is a bright, edgy masochist with a striking face and a hard body. She used to be a bondage model, now she just plays personally. She joins us because our play styles connect well and gummi-slut really enjoys watching her and I play.

I organized to have my newest personal supplicant here and to also have Kitten join us after the dyke party she was DM'ing at. I rigged my gummi-slut into a steel cross with restraints from head to toe. He was strapped into an Access Denied , steel chastity belt and hooked into a Nova Pro for a bit to slip into wonderland. His head was secured with a long, thick posture collar held tight by an overhead strap.

He had no idea I had arranged for extra players. While he was blindfolded and being hypnotized by the Nova Pro, I strung up two girls in front of him. I tied them back to back with simple chest harnesses that connected to an overhead point. Then a double crotch harness. Each time one of them moved it slipped between the other's cunt lips. They were also standing on a large lazy susan type device made for spinning car engines. It was a fetishy feast. Then I added surgical tubing around their necks and gags. It was a vision of fantasy come to life. They looked fucking amazing.

When I took gummi-slut's blindfold off, his eyes rolled into the back of his head with pleasure and disbelief. I removed his chastity device and added an electric cock ring and corona stimulator. I tied a vibrator to his cock with surgical tubing and told him if he orgasmed he would be going to bed early while I entertained myself with the ladies.

Enter Kitten. She was dressed in a snazzy military outfit. She had just come from being a "dungeon monitor". Her first party shift ever. My little pussycat is growing up so fast. She was amped up from the dyke energy and sprung into action as soon as I commanded. I ordered her to keep gummi-slut occupied while I molested the girls.

I attached a vibrator to their crotch rope and choked them a little. The tension between the two of them was extremely hot. They were clawing each others thighs and rubbing their asses together like alley cats in heat.

The next several hours were a blur of activity. I am about to toss gummi-slut in a vac bed for a couple of hours...Perhaps I will give you the whole story after they leave tonight.

I also got a call from an entertainment company in London who wants me to come to SF on Monday for a documentary on edgy dominatrixes. Not sure that is going to work considering this terribly busy week. I head off for NY on Thursday. I would like to staple kitten mouth shut and give her a saline infusion for all of Europe to enjoy...

Too many eggs in too many baskets.

Edited: Sorry for all the typos and such. I haven't gotten a replacement computer yet and this one has silly lines that make it difficult to see mistakes.

Portand Perverts and VFM members

Sunday: Fetish Night @ Berbati's. Mr. Ronabell is spinning and I will have just gotten out of a very long scene. There is also a hot Mistress visiting from SF. I am gonna try my best to talk her into coming. It will be decidedly dirty. And I smell an afterparty...

(Provided I am not the walking dead after the insanity coming up this weekend. I can not elaborate because it will ruin the suprise. I am going to try something this weekend that will push me as a sadist, a catalyst and a dominant all at the same time. Details next week...maybe.)

A boy's meanderings....

I had some fresh meat drive in from out of town to see me earlier in the week. It was a great session focusing on fear, control and cbt. The boy performed wonderfully. I was surprised due to his age, he was pretty young. I usually end up screening out a lot of young guys due to their pillow biting, "do me Mistress" attitude. This boy was very respectful and took no less than 40 knees to the groin in just a couple of hours. Nice. When he would whimper I would bury my latex clad fist in his mouth and manipulate him verbally into taking it for me.

My fondest memories were of the face slapping. I was right next to his face, cheek to cheek. I would lightly brush his cheek with mine, stroking the other side of his face lightly. Talking softly about how hard he would work to please me... Then WHAM! A cold, hard slap to the face. And another for good measure. I did this on and off for an hr or so between ccok and ball vice experiments and predicament bondage. It is a special feeling to put a man's nuts in a vice and smack him across the face repeatedly. A feeling I like. ALOT.

I also really enjoyed tying my 6 and a half inch stiletto oxford into his face. The heel went deep into his mouth and I forced him to suck it. ( Little does the punk know he left teeth marks in my shoe. He is going to pay for that. I am thinking Mistress need's some new shoes sans dental impressions.) He was zipped into a latex body bag with electrodes hooked up to his cock. No where to run...

He started to panic initially. I talked him down and he kept it in until I was ready to take it out. He is going to be a good little bitch boy. I may even use him for some video work if he plays his cards right.

I ask my boys to send in a short review of our time together afterwards so I can see what worked and what didn't during our scene. This one is brief but will give you a general idea. I am working on an article on the importance of scene reports in training. Enjoy this prelude:

"Hi Mistress,

Just wanted to thank You for the wonderful session yesterday. You are even better looking in person! Among the things i will remember most about what transpired-

How i felt when You told me You were going to train me to be the best slave possible so You could sell me to the highest Female bidder.

The cbt as You blindfolded me, strung me up and had Your way with me. Though i was blindfolded, i felt the pain and pleasure as You toyed with me. It was a bit unsettling not knowing what was going to happen next, but obviously by my reaction i liked what You were doing.

The constant knees to the groin You subjected me to. i don't think i knew how to react- either with terror knowing You were in control of my most sensitive areas, or joy because You were touching me.

The rubber bag You put me in- very restrictive yet also very erotic. Leaving my head and groin exposed for Your entertainment was amazing. Esp the electricty, hot wax and breath control.

i felt absolute fear when You stuck Your high heel into my mouth and nearly choked me. my gag reflex kicked in, and i almost panicked. But it was reassuring to know You were there, and that it pleased You that i was expanding my limits. i am also glad You appreciated how frightened i was, yet didn't use my safeword. When You sat on me, and controlled my breathing, it was heavenly.

All in all it was one of the most intense experiences i've had and i will remember it forever.

Thanks again and i look forward to getting back to Portland to serve You again in the future.

Submissively,
**

P.S. Thanks for not getting too mad at me for being overly anxious before the session and for going into the wrong room a tthe beginning ;)"

A tax break for clergy members?

I guess I am going straight to hell, cause I say fuck no.
( I know I cuss a lot. It makes Kitten's pussy wet when I curse and we all know by now, I am a giver.)

Back to the clergymen...Why on earth do they get a break on their housing tax yet none of the tantrika's I know do? I don't support their doctrine, believe their fables or agree with their politics. Those tax breaks would be better served on teachers who serve all religions, races, etc.

I want them to pay all of the taxes other Americans are forced to pay. (The taxes that are being used to pay private bankers interest on money your government spent years ago on things you likely don't agree with.) I am trying my best to stay away from these sensitive political issues. I would much rather inspire you to nourish your pervy desires but this is beyond ridiculous.

People please get off your asses and vote.

Performance Video- Today Only.

I stopped punching myself in the face over the silly laptop thing. My super cool video guy and extended pervy family member ( Via Mr. Ronabell) is gonna loan me an older Mac until I can budget for a new super crazy Power Book. Enough of the ick, time for slick:

I got some new video work done and wanted to give you guys a little teaser. The quality here is really bad cause a) its free and b) its a 5 min video that is a 1 Meg download. ( It is flash so you'll need flash to view the player.)

It is from a performance I did last November with Kitten at Societas Insomnia. They do some of the most interesting collaborations I have ever seen. The best thing for me about this was the live orchestra playing music based on the energy of the scene. It was intense and fun and felt as thought the musicians were really interacting with us.I gave her a saline breast infusion, stapled her mouth shut and bagged her. All on stage at a popular Portland night spot.

I heard of more than one guest leaving as it was too much for them. I might have felt bad if they hadn't been warned beforehand to expect blood, fire and nightmarish activities. The organizers thought it was great we could cause that sort of reaction. I was focused on my pussy...cat, so I didn't really notice the tourists leaving.

I am only going to leave this up for a day since the full edited version hasn't even hit my member's site yet. But here is a little cunt tease for you.

She suffers exquisitely. If you watch closely, you can see me licking up her tears.




This makes me want to shave my head again.

Edited:
The actual video has been removed, this is just a a preview gif.
I thought it would be a fun way to test new videos and reward regular readers. (Also a nice cock tease for the slackers who read sporadically.) I thought her eyes and the tears were the most beautiful part. Those mixed with the violin and I could have stayed on stage torturing her all night. I need a violinist.

NoNoNo anything but this.

I was giving Kitten a little love pat on her way out to her first day of ( Massage) school this morning when I tripped the cord to my laptop. To my horror, it went flipping through the air and crashed on the ground. It is out of warranty by a couple of months. It now has big streaks that cross through the screen.

I was in such a great mood this morning too. I don't know what else to say but FUCK. This is not good timing.I need to be able to work on the road as I have almost 25 hours of airport time coming up.

Thats what I get for being such a fucking pervert. All I had to do was let the girl go off to school. Bah.

Kinky Commandments- Private Perv Parties

I was designing little signs to put out for my sexy get togethers and thought the rules might be of interest to people who have never been to a private fetish party. Rules for larger parties will generally include policies on edge, messy and fire play as well as drugs and alcohol. I put these together so I can make sure all party guests are on the same page and understand basic fuck party etiquette. I also want to expedite the naughtiness. The more comfortable people feel the quicker the scenes heat up, and I like it burning hot in here.

I feel a delightfully dirty party season coming on. I am so happy in the dungeon these days, it has never looked more beautiful. I am inspired again and it feels wonderful.




Kinky Commandments

To ensure everyone enjoys a positively pervy time in a safe, supportive environment please adhere to the following:

1. Never divulge another guest’s name outside the party.
2. Leave drama, judgments and negative commentary at the door.
3. Respect other players by not interrupting unless explicitly invited.
4. Always ask politely before touching people or toys.
5. No’s should be both given and accepted gracefully.
6. Use the safer sex supplies provided.
7. Treat everything here as you would your own.
8. Clean up your own mess and sterilize the furniture you use.
9. Respect other guests and if you find you cannot, please leave.
10. Contribute something inspiring.

Stay Slick,
Betka

NY Domina's Beware Dangerous Client

I received a link to this today and thought I should share. It's pigs like him that make stringent screening necessary. These Neanderthals don't realize Mistresses communicate and have networks to inform each other about bad clients.

Best wishes to Mistress Snow for putting this ugly mess behind her. I hope this guy is picked up and sold to a crack pimp for glory hole duty somewhere in a junkie ghetto.

I just put in a call to Mr. 8 so I can sweet talk him into giving us a lesson in take downs. Time to brush up on my pressure points and arm bars.

Edited:
Here is some more info on this asshole. I am leaving out a couple of specifics but this should be enough to identify him if he writes or calls you from his cell. (Predators take note, your confidentiality goes out the window as soon as you cross the line into physical abuse.)

Name: Brian Borens***n
Age: 31
Email: bborern65**@optonline.net
Phone: 516-2*7-13*2 (mobile)

"He is approx 5'10 to 6' , with black hair and
brown eyes. He was flabby around the midsection, but about 200 lbs. He
looked like he'd been into fights before, because part of his mouth looked
damaged almost like someone who's had a stroke. He requested a session
consisting of extreme nipple torture and smothering with your feet."

This guy has assaulted at least 3 Mistresses and abducted one for three days. He is very dangerous and can flip at any time, even after seeing you for many sessions. His MO varies but is generally triggered by premature ejaculation. (Go figure.) He will do everything from impersonate a police officer to trashing the place or being violent. He also likes to convince women to see him outside of a dungeon.

Don't any of you NY Domme's have a mafia client who can teach this puke some manners? I would love to read he tried this shit with someone who unleashed a killer beast of a bodyguard on him. Oi. The one thing I miss about Texas is the men there know damn well the women are likely armed and trained with a gun.

Some dogs are born bad and need to be put down.

Stephen Elliott reading pic...

I keep finding pics from my recent trip to SF. Here is one of Stephen and I at Good Vibrations after his book reading. (If you still haven't bought that book your wasting wank time, it is brilliant.)The pic makes me giggle cause I am obviously sort of tipsy and he looks tiny next to my boobs (Just like a little Stanton man.)

I should sit down and finish writing the story of what happened after that literary escapade...

The pony girl, the diaper, the butt plug and the spitting. Most importantly the two dominatrices fucking while two helpless gimps were tied, blinded and forced to listen.

I'll try and find the time later.

Pssst, Stephen if you see this send me that picture. I can't download it.

Folsom Pic

I still haven't completed the lascivious scene reports from Folsom. If I end up not getting to them, rest assured a very nasty, tasty time was had by all. Here is a pic we took in the middle of the day with a well known SF scene photog. It is my exceptionally kinky, exquisitely epicurean cohort Mistress Minax and her little German friend "Slim". Slim was a sweetheart and really went out of her way to make sure our needs were met. ( Even when it meant picking up two tipsy dominatrices from a champagne and oyster orgy in Knob Hill. I mean orgy as in feast, not actual group action.)

Thanks Slim, I would like to introduce you more thoroughly to my fist sometime as a reward.

Kitten stars in a webcam sex show!

Last night kitten was supposed to come over and give me a feast of ass perversions. I have been bringing her anal love affair along slowly. It started with her being required to wear a plug each time she masturbates. I implemented that rule a couple of years ago. Since then I have done some minor ass stuff with her, but left her to her own devices to build and nuture what is sure to become her strongest fetish. I have a subtle way of gifting people with kinks that last a lifetime. This is one of my gifts to her.

She owed me a nasty little show and was expecting to come and do it in person. I decided it would be fun to make her do it online. She was shocked and a little shy. She wanted to know where I was watching from and who was with me. Yea right. As if I have to explain myself.

Hello property, meet Owner.

Sometimes my servants mistake my kindness and laid back attitude for a weak link in the chain. I assure you this is a mistake. I choose to exert my dominance with a calm mind and subtle but strong force. I am also a woman who demands to get what I want and I will settle for nothing less with my slaves. (Particlarly personal ones.)

I told her there was no getting out of it. She needed to stop with the dramatics and get to lubing her fuckhole. I had to go run an errand so I told her she had until I returned to come up with three items to stretch her ass with. She whimpered about not having a lot of sex toys...

"Go to the fridge and tell me what veggies you have."

" But...your grace.."

"DO IT NOW."

" Lettuce, tomatos, brussel sprouts,.."

"Perfect! Brussel Sprouts will make nice anal beads if you tie them together with rubbers."

Here is our instant message conversation leading up to the show. I thought it was a pretty funny glimpse into our interactions. Pardon the short hand, some of the things I was typing she was responding to on cam.

"
Maitressebetkaschpitz (10/5/2006 10:54:28 PM): you ready?
Maitressebetkaschpitz : ...

tivakat: hi.

Maitressebetkaschpitz: what have you selected?

tivakat: i have a confession.

Maitressebetkaschpitz: no confession.

tivakat (10/5/2006 10:56:50 PM): it is a juicy, dirty one.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : answer my question.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : what have you selected?
Maitressebetkaschpitz : you will confess later.

tivakat : i took Your idea and made some brussels sprout beads.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : that is filthy.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : what are the other two?

tivakat : i hope that is not too filthy.. i thought it was a creative idea Your Grace.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : it was.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : answer my question.

tivakat : i had some trouble, really didnt want to stick asparagus up my ass...

Maitressebetkaschpitz : I dont want to hear this
Maitressebetkaschpitz : what did you come up with.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : 3 items
Maitressebetkaschpitz : brussel sprouts,?

tivakat: so i have this seafoam green dildo

Maitressebetkaschpitz : dildo
Maitressebetkaschpitz : and
Maitressebetkaschpitz : I said 3....

tivakat : well Your Grace... this goes with my confession...

Maitressebetkaschpitz : AHEM
.
tivakat: the third item is something i got awhile back but was too embarrassed to tell You about.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : oh...

tivakat : it is a butt plug.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : what kind of butt plug?

tivakat : a nice silicone one
tivakat : it is kind of big so i dont use it much.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : your embaassed to tell me you bought a butt plug?
Maitressebetkaschpitz : what are we "vanilla parents"?

tivakat : but thought it was time to make the debut to You.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : ok lets make the debut.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : fire up that webcam

tivakat : im so shy Your Grace.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : ...
Maitressebetkaschpitz : Ill not have this
Maitressebetkaschpitz : you owe Me an ass fuck scenario.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : I want it now or I am going to bed
Maitressebetkaschpitz : drop your pants
Maitressebetkaschpitz : lube your fuckhole
Maitressebetkaschpitz : and flip on the cam.

( CAM On Now)

Maitressebetkaschpitz : nice.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : go ahead

tivakat: how do You want me positioned and do You want a close up or far shot?

Maitressebetkaschpitz : leave the sound on so I can talk if I want
Maitressebetkaschpitz : put me on speaker chat
Maitressebetkaschpitz : then I can order you around
Maitressebetkaschpitz : I want you positioned so I can see everything
Maitressebetkaschpitz : and then zoom in bit
Maitressebetkaschpitz : for insertion.

tivakat : zoom? there is zoom on this thing?

Maitressebetkaschpitz : I mean back your ass up
Maitressebetkaschpitz : not zoom
Maitressebetkaschpitz : are you going to use that big bottle on the bed?

Maitressebetkaschpitz : ok
Maitressebetkaschpitz : let me see

Maitressebetkaschpitz : again

Maitressebetkaschpitz : the beads

Maitressebetkaschpitz : so dirty.

tivakat : i cant figure out how to make them more attractive without risking losing veggies.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : I should totally be filming this. DONT risk losing veggies.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : plug.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : thats a hot plug.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : you must have spent $60 on it
Maitressebetkaschpitz : ass whore.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : NO typing.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : time for fucking
Maitressebetkaschpitz : !!!!
Maitressebetkaschpitz : Now.

tivakat: (some silly shy emoticon)

Maitressebetkaschpitz: ...

tivakat : im SO shy Your Grace.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : ...
Maitressebetkaschpitz : you totally want to do this.

(Here she was hesitating. Trying to be coy.)

Maitressebetkaschpitz : Do it. ( She tried to come type something to me.)
Maitressebetkaschpitz : NO TYPING.

tivakat (10/5/2006 11:09:32 PM): you are just going to think i am such a slut though and tease me forever...

Maitressebetkaschpitz : night.
( At this point I was going to bed. She disobeyed and was obviously stalling. I don't beg or persuade. She was either going to do this or I was going to watch a little "Squirtwoman" and call it a night.)

tivakat : oh!

Maitressebetkaschpitz : I said no typing
Maitressebetkaschpitz : we will try this again tomorrow
Maitressebetkaschpitz : and there will be guests.

tivakat: oh please Your Grace.. im sorry

Maitressebetkaschpitz : tisk tisk.

Maitressebetkaschpitz : I told you to do it.

tivakat : what would you like me to start with???

Maitressebetkaschpitz : But you pushed me.I don't like that.

tivakat : im just priming, not pushing... im sorry
tivakat : see im wearing gloves

Maitressebetkaschpitz : No, your not following directions.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : You should have been ready to go when I sent a message.
Maitressebetkaschpitz : You knew about this.

tivakat (10/5/2006 11:13:58 PM): yes. Your Grace.

After this she put on a good 45 minute dirty anal sex show for me. Then she came over to my place with a plug in her ass and a cock taped into her pussy for a little queening. I had planned to bury her face in my crotch for an hour or two before going to sleep.

The double penetration was too much for her so she was sent home to bed Sans Schpitz juice. This morning the dildo that pissed her off was excommunicated. She sent me this:

http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/ers/216763213.html

My little entreprenuer. This whole situation made me giggle so I had to share.I think I should become a virtual pimp and make her do dirty things for all of you to enjoy. What do you think?

( Edited: I am not sure what happened to my ability to speak and spell the english language properly yesterday but I have since cleaned up the typos. Maybe it was the sheer nastiness of her cam show. Carry on.)

NY Playspaces - solved

Ok,so I didn't get any reccomendations here but everything is coming together beautifully for NY. I will be sessioning out of three different spaces depending on the type of scene. It is so nice to have so many options!

I will be at The NY Collective in SOHO for classic domination and fetish scenes.

I am also very excited to meet and play at Mistress Wynter's space which is uber equipped for medical. They even have an autoclave. Any place that concerned with cleanliness sounds like my cup of kink. (She is in Brooklyn.)

And finally this morning I got some fantastic news. I am able to rent one of the most luxurious latex dungeons in the US. It boasts a dozen body bags, 6 straight jackets, 4 inflatable hoods, three leg binders, 2 dozen latex ensembles for clients and dozens of gloves and stockings. I am slick with excitement.

They host the US "Rubber Addicted Club". Mistress Arianna Chevalier boasts a huge collection of latex and only accepts rubberists for pro sessions. Her collection reflects that infatuation. Drool.

This is shaping up to be a fantastic trip. Now these boys had better hurry with their deposits so I can plan my extra ciricular activities. (One thing about traveling to other cities is the flake factor can really muck up an otherwise fabulous trip. These days I only see established clients and those who send deposits.)

I have some naughty goodness to share in a bit, kitten is such a little minx.

NY Dungeons

Hello Pervies,

I need some space recomendations for NY. This will be my first trip to the city so I will just be getting aquainted. Please do not reccomend spaces that are in obscure locations or will require any travel outside of NYC.




I am looking specifically for a space with a decent latex collection and preferably a good selection of medical devices. (I am a rubberist of many years and know how to use, clean and preserve latex. I have references and can provide a deposit if neccisary.)

I have already contacted The NY Collective (By Mistress Leda from Arena)and plan to session there during this trip. They come highly reccomended, seem well equipped and have been very professional.

I would like space reccomendations for private studios. What's your favortie space and why?

Please send a review.

I am working on something and I need some reviews. Can all of you lovely lurkers out there take a moment to email me a review of this blog? Pretty please, with lube on top. (If I get atleast 10 I'll put up a dirty movie for you to enjoy.)

If you have a website please give me the link so I can link ya back. Please keep them a couple of paragraphs or less.

mistress@betkaschpitz.com subject: blog review

Thanks.

New York 10/20-22nd

I am planning a quick jaunt through NY later this month and will be accepting limited sessions the 20,21, and 22nd. Interested players can drop me an email with your interests and availability. I will require a deposit for all sessions.

Oh Astra...we must cause some trouble together. MUST.

The Princess and her pee version 2.0

Here is pussycat's version of the other morning's festivities:

She talks about doing and changing so many things. Not alluding to the fact that She doesn't follow through, it's the opposite. She accomplishes so much and gets so many, many ideas it is just impossible for one single person to implement all change and put so many brilliant ideas into action.

i had no idea that She would follow through that morning. We were having a sort of lazy beginning to the day. i'd been slutting it up in hopes of getting fucked. Snuggling and having my face buried in Her flesh and pussy grinding on Her thigh twisted up in the mass of feathers, spandex, and luxury that is Her bed.. it was almost too much glee for my slutty mind to handle. i had to pee, but ignored my body's needs out of fear i'd return from the bathroom and find Her sorting through email or putting together a plan to take over the world.

So i put off asking for a long time until i realized She may indeed fuck me, and i knew i couldn't take it with such a full bladder.

"What are you going to do for Me?" She asked.

i was a bit dumbfounded, bartering is not something i am prompted to do often. Every perverted thought that crossed my mind seemed terribly self-centered. All of the practical tasks i could think of to offer i couldn't bear to offer in exchange for something. i feel that i just do these things with nothing in return, not even the privilege of using the bathroom. i started thinking about my to-do list.

She refused to let this one go. i never know when or where She might decide to pursue things like this, but when She makes up Her mind there is nothing to do but comply.
But i could not think of a good enough barter for toilet privileges. How ridiculous. i continued to let myself get distracted and lost in thought until Her tone changed and She sprung into action.

At the time this all happened, i was naked on the bed with my arms under my head, on my knees with my ass high in the air. She demanded again that i answer. Nothing. The next thing i knew She was chastising me and locking me into the metal shackles that hung on the wall. She told me i could piss the bed for all She cared, that i was not being let out until i came up with an answer.

At this point the severity of the situation was sinking in. She had stripped the blankets from the bed so i had no security to cover up with. The chilly chain between the shackles rested on the small of my back, waking me up and keeping reality focused.

The bondage was very uncomfortable. A combination of the sudden cold, the metal biting into my ankles as i found my center of balance, the fact that She was really irritated with me, and i hadn't done as i was told.. it all put me in a state of mild shock. Then, there was the gag.

That was fucking awful. She left for a few seconds after tying the shackles together and quickly returned, shoving a gag into my mouth HARD. i thought at first She held it so tight just until She found the proper adjustment. i was very wrong. She has never gagged me so severely before. The straps bit deep into my face and bits of inner check pinched between my teeth and the plastic ball. i tasted blood and choked a little. my head was slightly stuffy and it was impossible to breathe through my nose in the position She'd put me. The ball slipped further into my mouth and hit my gag reflex, making my eyes tear up. The tears just kept coming after that.

She demanded that i calm the fuck down, but i was very upset and still trying to figure out how to breathe and swallow. i feel extremely out of control when i can't control my bodily functions, like swallowing my own spit, pissing in a toilet, and wiping my nose. i did not like this at all and i was scared, but being scared makes my pussy wet... What a predicament.

A lot of the next few minutes are a blur. i was pretty much an emotional wreck. i wondered how things could go from being so perfect to being so awful in a matter of minutes. She again told me to calm the fuck down and i tried, getting a little closer to composed but still periodically sobbing uncontrollably. She told me She was going to take a shower and threatened that if i didn't stop She would have Julie baby-sit me while She showered and dressed.

Umm, no.

i don't need a damn babysitter. (She knew this would work) i sucked it up and stopped crying pretty much immediately. i started to choke again and frantically looked for something, anything to wipe my face off. i HATE HATE HATE being covered in snot. It is just disgusting. There was nothing around me at all except spandex covered mattress, so i perched awkwardly in the bondage to keep my face out of the gross puddle i'd created.

Nice job kitten.

Then enters Julie Spanks. It was about then i realized that though i was miserable and frightened at the wrath of Her Grace, i really needed this, and maybe even enjoyed this. i honestly can't tell you if i would have been extremely humiliated or secretly turned on if Julie had opened that door and seen me there naked and obviously in punishment bondage with a tear streaked face and frizzy hair. Probably a combination of both. Her Grace got out of the shower and returned a few minutes later. All the time She'd been gone i did no thinking of a fair barter exchange. i'd known before She even locked the shackles on what i was going to offer.

She questioned me and made me attempt to answer back through the gag. It was very humiliating and difficult. Finally i was able to communicate that i was ready to barter and She removed the gag. It felt divine to have use of my mouth back. She graciously gave me something to wipe my face on. After regaining composure i offered to have the equipment room organized by the end of the weekend. i figured the practical was a good way to start. She wasn't into it, so i offered to show Her how i could fist fuck myself. This was found to be acceptable and a time for this to take place was agreed upon. She let me out of the bondage at last and i apologized for my behavior.

i know now that i really needed that. Her Grace rarely exhibits physical domination and punishment over me. i can think of one other time when She immediately sprung into action with physical discipline at one of my infractions, and that happened 4 years ago at the very beginning of our relationship when i tested boundaries and mouthed off like a stupid novice.

i guess i don't realize sometimes when i am pushing boundaries. i like to think i am quite aware at all times, but it was pretty dumb to not take Her barter demand seriously and provide immediate answers and ideas. Though the bondage, humiliation, and fear turned me on (She commented on my wet cunt when i was released), Her being angry with me is absolutely devastating.

In the future i will definitely be more aware of when i am being defiant and not answering questions promptly.

Freedom to Fascism

My playdate was fantastic Friday night. I took the girl out for a serious test drive with an hour and a half of pretty intense caning. I cut her tits out of her top and sliced her little velvet shorts up with my dagger. Her head was restrained in a tight harness and her elbows pulled together behind her back. I cinched the hoist up over her head until she was teetering uncomfortably in the bondage.



Her flip flops made the cutest little scratching noise as she ran from my cane. I was relentless with my strokes bringing her to the point of tears several times. I wanted her to understand the depth of plain exploration we could do together. I think she got a nice taste test of what is in store for her. I ended with 27 of my best before strapping her to the medical table. She was fastened in with little room to move and then properly fisted. It was her first time and boy did she ever turn the whore up loud and clear. Wow. She suffered beautifully for me.

Oh. The movie, that's right...

I went to see Freedom to Fascism,it was great. I watch a lot of documentaries and the thing is, they are starting points for your own research. There was a lot of great information in there regarding our civil liberties being peeled away. ( the 800 internment camps being built right now, martial law, Habeas Corpus-Not anymore, NAFTA, New World Order, etc).For those who are unaware that the Federal Reserve is a private bank there is a wealth of information on how a bunch of private bankers hi-jacked our money and likely our gold. It also touched on the New Federal ID card coming into effect in May 2008. You know, the one they want to put RFID into? (Tracking device.)This stuff is happening everyday and it's getting scarier and scarier. People have to start paying more attention to our government than the local "half year sale". Hello, they want you to be in debt and scared so you follow directions. Put down the credit card and pick up the Constitution.

I am really happy Aaron Russo put this film together but I am always cautious about taking things like it at face value. ( Sometimes the propaganda machine works in weird ways.)I have been doing my own research about his claims that the Income Tax is illegal. I have found a lot of info online but I don't want to get too far off our kinky exploits so here is a short list of links to research if your so inclined.

Income Tax: Voluntary or Mandatory?

It's so simple it's ridiculous!

Cheek Vs. United States
( Well Documented Supreme Court Case)

Internment Camp Links

Katherine Albrecht
( A lot of info on RFID chips and why they are so scary.)


If anyone finds other interesting links about this stuff please send it to my email. I don't want to turn this blog into a political debate but I do feel like people should at least look into some of this. They are talking about "checkpoints" for our National ID cards.

Do you have your papers?