Sloshed at the airport

It never fails, my flight is delayed. Luckily, I prepared for the worst and had two double Kettle One screw drivers and some chicken tapas. I was dancing to Helen Kane but a soccer mom has 4 kids and a stroller next to me and it is killing my groove with her shrieking.

I decided it best to check some email. So now I am in the bar listening to a rockabilly girl describe in great detail how some guy tried to strangle and rape her. She is practically screaming across the restaurant. The airport is strange place.

I am gonna go check out the book store.

Slicking up for take off

I have been out getting pampered since early this morning. I got the uber femme works: mani,pedi,wax,massage, tan, and a little last minute shopping. Im ready for a thorough inspection should my daddy decide to break out the speculum and lights. I am feeling worn out from recent slave drama and looking forward to a relaxing fetish fuck fest for the next few days. Then I have sessions and shoots stacking up. I like the leave things a little more open ended in LA than other cities. Plans tend to change at the drop of a hat and opportunities present themselves in the strangest ways. My goal for this evenings Bondage Ball:

A forced man on man blowjob. I don't know what it is about seeing a perfect stranger suck another man's dick for my pleasure. That's what I am in the mood for today. I want to watch a cock fight.

Ok, time to stop day dreaming and get to packing. Kitten is on restriction so I am preparing for this trip without her assistance. (Oh the horror.)

I expect to be missing in action for several days somewhere in Hollywood (with latex pussy covering my face). Don't be suprised if this place is a ghost town.

Around the House of Schpitz...

I am out of my funky mood and have the ship running full steam ahead. I have been working diligently to finish some energy work and space clearing at the studio before I head out of town. I added some new draperies and lighting, as well as 2 new altars. It is nice to be able to leave my altars out. They make perfect spots to leave bottoms in extended bondage and add such a beautiful energy to the space. Speaking of, I am working on a new studio website.

I am going to hit the ground running in LA tomorrow night. As soon as I land, we are heading for the Bondage Ball. I am wearing latex on the plane. I love going through the airport in pervy clothes. I wear a jacket so it feels extra dirty, like a latex flasher.

My outburst earlier this week was a result of one bad Kitten. I don't feel like getting into the specifics but basically she has been neglecting her chores and procrastinating. I finally had to clean up a mess she made and that is unacceptable. To make a long story short, I cranked my boot down on her neck and applied some firm pressure.

For starters, she is not allowed to lick my pussy until further notice. She is a cuckolded, femme-bitch who is constantly teased and denied. Pussy worship is her greatest form of sexual pleasure. She may be worshipping panties for a long time.

She is also not allowed to get into my bed. She will be caged on the floor. She has lost her dress up privileges. That probably sounds strange. Let me clarify: When we are heading out to an event, she will no longer be allowed to wear anything but her uniform. This is because she needs to stop being so concerned with her outward appearance and refocus on her duties as my servant. The uniform will be a black spandex, zentai suit. Talk about objectification. She will be a spandex orifice available to cater to my devious whims.(I may even keep her gagged.) I prefer that to slutty eye candy any day of the week. The fact that I love spandex certainy doesn't hurt.

This will free up her energy before and during events. I told her she can let her personality hang out all over the place when she is out with her little friends. When she is with me, her attention should be focused on my needs, not her garter belt.No more wardrobe malfunctions, bad hair days, make-up problems. Just a simple, suited slut for my amusement and use, as a slave should be.

Speaking of amusement, I had her cunt pierced last weekend. I have been planning on lining her lips with heavy gauge rings for some time. I was patiently waiting to do such a heavy modification to be sure she was ready. Our anniversary was the perfect opportunity; It celebrates another modification and my ownership. She is marked with the same symbol that is on my right wrist. It sits in the center of her chest, over her diaphragm. It means many things, but the most significant for me is "the combined spiritual energy of everyone on Earth." I decided that would be a lovely thing to draw on with my dominant hand. (Oops, don't get me started on tattoo talk, I will ramble.) Back to the pussy at hand.

"Be at the studio at 7 PM, I have something planned." I had set up the new fantasy rack in the hallway.

It spins 360 degrees and has legs that crank open and lock. The head stock makes it intimidating and inescapable. I locked her in with the steel restraints and hooded her. She made a big deal about trying to tell me she was on her period when I went to crank her legs open. "Why would I care about that?" Time for a gag. "I just wanted you to know. Your grace, I have been good, why are you gagging me?" Now she was definitely getting the gag. "Because it makes my pussy wet, it makes me laugh and I like hearing those muffled sounds. Any other questions, princess?"

She was not pleased and I was thoroughly amused. I had such plans for her. She hadn't seen my Erocillator yet and I planned to give her an orgasm before the piercer arrived. (I owe Madison Young big, squirting orgasm for that sex tip. That thing deserves it's own post, another time. Ladies, do yourself a favor and go get one now.) My scenes are normally smooth, organic dramatizations of my fantasies. This one had some growing pains. The rack is great, but a little clunky if your adjusting it with someone on it. This caused some unexpected delays in her orgasm. She was trying to mutter something I couldn't make out from under her gag. " I can't hear you, you have a gag in." I chuckled. "Exactly" she sputtered from under the gag. Oops. For future reference: Obstinance is not a good idea when you are gagged and strapped into suspension bondage... in a locked room... with a gleeful sadist. Silly girl.

"Fuck the orgasm. I was going to give you a little pleasure before seeing to it you can't use that little trash can between your legs for awhile. Since you don't know how to show appreciation and make it hot for me, I have other plans. Did you hear me say your not going to be able to use that hole for awhile? Think about that while I get some things ready, you ungrateful little guttersnipe."

I came back and told her to take some deep breaths and relax. I knew we didn't have long, so I walked her through a short breathing exercise and talked softly to calm her down. I assured her that if she did as I asked she would be rewarded, and if she continued to be obstinate and mouth off she would suffer unbelievable consequences. She was sobbing a little but calm after a couple of minutes.

The piercer arrived about 10 minutes later. I had discussed the situation with her so she expected us to be in scene when she arrived. Luckily, she is a player so she was not going to be deter ed by Kitten's meek protests. My slut started begging. " I am not ready, I am not ready." I gently placed my hand over her mouth and asked the piercer to give us a moment. She stepped into the other room.

" This is going to happen. It can happen in a sacred, intentional way or in a more brutal, hot coat hanger, gangster sort of way. I would prefer the first, but I can beat off to the latter, so make your decision now. The time is here. Now take a deep breath and relax, you want this to be a fond memory don't you?"

The actual piercing was quick and almost bloodless. The best part was the noise she made. She sounded like the whore of Babylon getting fist fucked by a gang of succubi. It was delectable. (She is working on a report for my members section, Ill share a snippet here when she is done.)

Now almost a week later they are healing nicely and she is obsessed with her pussy lips. She keeps idly touching herself through her clothes. I am chomping at the bit to get my kinky hands on them. I can not wait to make use of such a stunning set of bondage points. It is good to be queen. ( Of my pervy little castle atleast.)

Time to start my day.

Running bitches is hard work.

Never let anyone tell you different.

I want to hit the gun range but I am buried in busy work. I have kinky news to share but I am not in the mood. I am cranky and franky, I would rather piss fire down some one's excuse ridden throat.

If there is a little piggie seeking a ball busting session I will give you a 50% discount: this evening only.

Prepare for maximum impact, I am in a mood.

Old St Nick

Be safe and be dirty!
Ms B

I must have been naughty...

A secret Santa sent me a brand spanking new 80 GB Ipod! It just said Merry Christmas. I am flipping with geeky joy. Thank you mystery Santa, I am a very happy pervert.

Last night I was a naughty elf for a queer night in town called Booty. They had me in a little white trash corner with "Pornaments" strung about. These were chains made of cut up porn mags. Pretty funny. People were supposed to come have their picture taken with "Mrs. Claws". I decided as a diesel femme the likely hood of me settling down with old St. Nick is slim to none. I opted for a kinky elf ensemble instead. I did bring Santa though...

He was stripped down to red long johns, black boots and a "Secretary" style yoke. I decided to entertain myself by kicking Santa in the balls. Picture it: a six foot tall dominatrix wearing huge candy canes on her head, and blasting Santa's nuts with glee. Those 'nilla queers didn't know what to think but the dykes sure did giggle. Who doesn't want to see Santa drop kicked in the balls? (Only a spoiled sport thats who.)

I was screaming "Happy Solstice!" "Where are my fucking reindeer Santa?" "I told you if you didn't bring me diamonds this would happen!" Spanks joined in the fun by taking turns busting his nuts. Between her pointy little oxfords and my stomper boots he was squealing like a prison virgin after lights out. Good times. I forgot, we were also whacking him with candy canes. He was getting double caned on the cock and balls with 3 foot long plastic candy canes!

There is photo evidence floating around somewhere, I'll share if they turn out. It was dark and we were drinkin and rebel rousing so who knows.I am gonna get my Ipod loaded for the extended corporal session I will be doing later. I have a boy being sent in by his Mistress for a brutal caning.

I love the holidays.

Help Sex Worker Media!

My good friend Eve Minax is a kinky superhero on the front lines of the battle for perversion. She forwarded a call to action yesterday to help a fantastic publishing house stay afloat during a rough time. I feel strongly about Spread magazine and what they are trying to do. I will extend a $50 discount on your next session if you provide a reciept for a donation of at least $25.

If you donate more... who knows what special treats might await you behind the green door.


Here is the scoop:

"Subject: Emergency Message from Clamor Magazine

First, we'd like to thank everyone for the well-wishes and concern you've shared with us following the announcement that Clamor would be ceasing publication.

Today we are writing to ask you to help us protect and sustain Clamor's closest allies:

Just Seeds, Left Turn Magazine, Spread Magazine, Critical Moment, Alternative Press Review, Infoshop.org, Faesthetic, Vegan Freak, and Left Out all use the online infoshop we've built over the last few years.

On Friday December 15, we received word that Sky Bank, one of the banks to which Clamor owes money, froze our bank account and intends to block the transfer of the infoshop to the crew that was going to take it over. This move runs counter to what we (our lawyer included) thought would happen, and it has profound repercussions for the people and projects that were depending on us to continue providing distribution and making regular payments.

The sense of loss we have felt in closing Clamor is completely overshadowed by the knowledge that we have jeopardized these otherwise growing and healthy projects. Without the money Clamor owes them, some of these projects will not survive.

WE NEED YOUR HELP to ensure that these valuable independent media projects do not go down along with Clamor. ( From Betka: For brevity I am just going to link Spread. If you are interested in helping other media outlets listed send me an email and I will forward you the entire list with links, etc.)

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$pread Magazine is a quarterly, glossy magazine by and for sex workers and those who support their rights. This current situation may have grave effects on their future ability to continue publishing. Please step up and donate using their link."



Having a resource where articulate, experienced sex workers can display their art, opinions and work experiences is vital for our industry. It educates clients, as well as the public, about the realities of this work and the women who persue it. There is so much misinformation and propaganda put out by the conservatives it's nearly impossible to glean the truth about sex work from main stream media.

Psst,donate what you can... even if it's a dollar.

Pretty please with lube on top?

P.S. That's Minax and a very tipsy Betka in the pic at Stephen Elliot's reading in SF. She has such an amazing smile. That was a fabulous evening. In the photo, we are picking out a cock for our midnight rendevous. If I shared all the naughty trouble two dominatrixes can get into when there are no slaves afoot... you boys might just gnaw through your arm.

Interview for Arena Magazine

A couple of weeks ago I was invited to do an interview for the sex edition of Arena Magazine. It is for the new Singapore edition. I am guessing they are not going to stock that at the local Border's... so without further ado:

1) When did you have your first fetish experience and
how did you discover that your taste in sex was
different from others? What was your first experience
like?

I have been pervy for as long as I can remember. I adored dressing up in glamorous costumes and playing childhood abduction games. I always knew I was different from my friends, though I never felt a sense of shame or guilt. That self-acceptance early on made it easy to explore my fantasies.

I have fond memories of setting a papa-san chair in front of a television to watch smut flicks stolen from my best friend’s step dad. I put my mother’s back massager in the chair and my best friend, her older sister and me took turns masturbating with the vibrator. This seemed like a fun way to spend time together and while I understood we could not share this pastime with our parents, it felt natural and harmless. As I matured, I realized that this was not a common occurrence and it reinforced the progressive nature of my sexuality from an adolescent age. My earliest interactive sexual experiences were power exchanges with a lot of physical domination like biting, scratching and face slapping. I loved the element of surprise and finding out exactly how far my lovers would go to please me. My first experiences were edgy and raw, just like I like it.




2) How long have you been a professional dominatrix?
Since you’ve started, what are the three biggest
changes you’ve seen in the fetish scene? Why do you
think they’ve changed so much?

I have been a professional perv for 7 years. The biggest changes I have seen involve how the public is accepting BDSM into popular culture and mainstream media. Elements of fetish and power play in advertisements, television shows and music. This seems to be increasing as the web expands. The Internet has made it a snap to find kinky personals, how to information and niche smut sites. It is bringing the full spectrum of sexual fantasies out into the light of day and making people feel more comfortable with their own kinky desires. This increased awareness has made it easier for isolated kinksters to realize there are many other people who enjoy the same things. I think the professional domination scene is changing rapidly due to new technology and the increased awareness about kink in general.


3) What is the average profile of your clients now (in
terms of age, occupation, male/female, single/married
etc)? Have they changed much since you started?

Most of the people who see me for pervy playtime are men with enough expendable income to afford a hobby that runs several hundred dollars an hour. They are all unique in terms of age and marital status. Most of them are powerful and in control in their “vanilla” life. They seek solace in the confines of my dungeon because I accept and encourage their desire to submit and play with taboo fantasies. The changes I have seen in clients over the years are in the men themselves. When they see me for an extended period, they grow emotionally and physically in profound ways. It is a very powerful affirmation to have someone who understands these desires to play with and learn from. The cocktail of experience, erotic accouterments and extraordinary understanding is an intoxicating and transformative experience.

4) What is the most popular form of play that’s
usually requested of you?

People generally find me based on my interests and I specialize in a number of perversions. The most common request I receive is for an immersion. Immersions involve extended power play and psychological games that are more extravagant than a traditional hourly session. The goal is to bring them out of the everyday world into a place where time stops and they live in the moment. I might be flown to another city or country and organize a 2-5 day extended session that involves other submissives, dominants, fetish playmates, etc. The possibilities are endless. Popular sessions involve bondage and forced feminization, corporal discipline, humiliation and psychodrama, as well as extreme rubber fetish play.

5) What are some of the more unusual requests in terms
of what turns them on? Could you describe the most
unusual session that you’ve had?

I have quite a kinky sense of humor and believe that anything between two or more consenting adults is OK. All of my sessions are unusual; as each player is unique in their erotic proclivities.

Some of the more eccentric sessions I have done have involved pie throwing, public humiliation, transsexual talent shows, medical role plays, outdoor “hunting” trips, religious role plays and heavy rubber sessions involving rubber dolls and full latex enclosure.


6) I’ve done some research and have come across some
very niche fetishes – eg crush fetishes, spectrophilia
(turned on by ghotsts), voraphilia (turned on by the
idea of being eaten) etc. In your opinion, how did
sexual fetishes evolve to become so niche?

People often times hyper focus on some event or object from around the time of their earliest sexplorations. Most people with very niche fetishes develop them at a young age and tend to be men.

7) In your view, how has the Internet help to bring
elements of fetish sex into the mainstream?

As I mentioned above, the availability of kinky information over the net has made gourmet sexuality possible for people everywhere. It is simple to go online and find other sensualists with similar interests and get explicit how to information. The availability of niche adult websites has given people confirmation that there are others out there wanking to the same forbidden fantasies. In other respects, it has made it very easy for people with ill intentions to take advantage of inexperienced players. I recommend educating yourself through trusted websites of respected experts.

Also, can I ask your age?

Age is irrelevant in the fetish scene. It is a player’s experience that is most important. I have traveled for years indulging in my perversions. Here’s to you deciding to explore some of your own exotic adventures.

Amazing

That was stunning. My friend took those hooks like he had done it a thousand times. It was flawless. He hung for about an hour spinning and dancing in the air to moody jazz music. (And a sprinkling of Willie Nelson.) Surreal doesn't begin to cover it. I had 6 altars set up from the entrance to the main dungeon. It was like a winding tunnel to someplace I had never been before. My heart is happy and my juju is razor sharp.

Thanks F for inviting me to do that with you. I am honored you asked and pleased it went so well. You sir, are a rock star.

Facilitating a ritual today

I am doing a suspension ritual today for a friend's birthday. He has never done anything like this but seems grounded and eager. I am cleansing the space and prepping now.

Yesterday's session was delightfully diabolical. I will have to jot down some highlights when I have the time. Thanks Spanks- we must do more double interrogations. Though I wonder how many boys could actually handle us... We make quite the vicious duo.

Attention busy bodies of Portland:

How's about you mind your own fucking business. Is that clear enough? I am in a very unladylike mood in case you can't tell. I am sick to death of lonely little busybodies trying to stir up bullshit where there is none to be found. I heard there is a rumor that I am now living at my studio. It amazes me people are still grasping for ways to involve me in their community sewing circles. Knock, knock: THE STUDIO IS CLOSED. Move on, I have.

This was brought to my attention after a friend of mine was interrogated the other day by someone I barely know about my living situation. The agressive brute actually persisted after she politely informed him she did not wish to discuss my or anyone else's personal business. What I can't figure out is how my home is anyone's business but my own since I am single, self employed and over 18. What if I did live there? What if I live in a box under a bridge? Or a huge estate in the West Hills? How about worrying less about my life and focusing on your obvious lack of social skills. Then you might have friends to take up the time you spend concerning yourself with me.



For the record, I have a house with Kitten that is just a stones throw away and I spend a lot of time in both places. We even have a washing machine and a dryer! Now you are really in the know... Wow your friends with that juicy gossip.

It is drama artists like this that made the decision to close the studio so easy.
I am off to a double interrogation scene with Spank's and her piss pet. Pray for him, he is in for a real humdinger of a time today.

A hook suspension

I recieved an email from Mr. Skateboard's new gal pal yesterday. She attended the hook ritual I facilitated for him in November. This is her account of what happened. She sent this to a few of her close friends afterwards and gave me permission to share here. I thought it might be an interesting point of view for you guys since most of you haven't attended a suspension either. (Thanks MJ!)


I don't really write about my spiritual rituals here. I must to have some sort of privacy and that's one of the limits I have set for myself. Energy work, meditation and creating sacred space is a large part of my life. Sharing this gives you a peak into that without getting too detailed about the more personal aspects. Enjoy.

"Hi ladies,

I thought I'd write and share an experience I just had.



Some of you may or may not have heard me talk about my friend J. He is my favorite new favorite person these days - we've known each other about a year and a half in this lifetime, but in many before this. Anyway, he's my best friend and my sibling and my crush and my teacher and my student and very important to me right now. It was his brother that died while I was in Chicago.



Last night he did a suspension and invited me to be part of it with him. It was him, his ex-girlfriend of many years - a dominatrix named Betka who did the piercing and suspension, an old friend of theirs from Texas named Char and me. I was really apprehensive going into this. I've never been part of this level of extreme fucking with your body before. Never been to a stage show where suspensions were being done. Barely seen pictures even.



For anybody wondering, a suspension is a ritual in which metal hooks are put through the flesh (called "throwing hooks") and then attached to a winch which is pulled up and the person ends up suspended by the hooks in their flesh supporting their entire body weight.



J was using this as a ritual to deal with heavy stuff surrounding his brother's death as well as a huge shift in him about the way that he relates to his world.

I was asked to stay sober and to eat real and good food throughout the day and further took advantage of the heavy magic being invited into my life to head home from work and have a pot of tea and put on music and create an alter which I've been meaning and wanting to do for a long time and meditate and get as high and holy and clear as I could before walking into this ritual. J had done the same and when he came to pick me up (so I could drive after) we were both just buzzing with energy and about as grounded as I've seen either of us, it was really nice.



So we go to Betka's space. Rooms full of every kind of equipment and costumes and props you could imagine and then much more. And beautifully done. She is clearly a powerful woman and creates a very safe place for people to reach the edges of their fantasies and desires and fears. Beautiful rich colors and fabrics, good solid furniture and great stuff. Again, not a place I've lived or even really visited in my world, but it's easy to recognize the quality of her space and her work. J talks about her living with intention and her space is an amazing example of this practice.



She has set up a room where she and J will do the piercing and has invited Char and I to "hold space" in the room where the suspension will take place and where the alter is. She invited me to bring a white candle to the alter so I made one with much magic and love and also made a print of the dancing ganesh which is a strong god for J and gave them to him for the altar. Char and I sat and meditated while J and Betka worked on the piercings which we could hear through the wall and sounded like they were being kind of rough. She eventually came in and asked me if I would help them as she was having a hard time doing this particular kind alone. There were four hooks along his upper back so I held the skin up so that she could pierce it through with a HUGE needle then thread the hooks through. Pretty intimate and pretty gnarly I must say. And there I was three inches from it when I hadn't been sure I wanted to even be in the building. But I did well and to J's credit after she "threw the hook" (she'd gotten two of them on her own so this was the third of four) and he breathed through it and she asked if he was okay and he said that he was, he asked if I was okay. I was just like "dude, you have a big metal hook through your skin and you're asking if I'M okay?" But I thought it was nice because he knew that this was a hard thing for me to be part of at all, let alone be PART of, you know? But we all did it together and then he was ready to move to the next part of the ritual. Hanging. >From hooks. In his skin.



I was really struck by is how beautiful it was. How aesthetically pleasing these hooks through his flesh were. I had no idea I would think that, but totally aside from the emotional aspect of (and very clear physical) understanding what it took to get them there, just visually, as though I were looking at a photograph, beautiful.



So into the suspension room where Char has been holding space for us. Some water drinking, some meditating, some choosing of music, some waiting to be ready to DO THIS. Finally we all are - well, mostly J is, but we all have a level of investment at this point. Getting off the ground was hard and intense and amazing to watch him choose, a little at a time and to watch the skin pull and stretch away from his body. Then he was up. And then he was so happy. Flying and swinging and it really looked like it felt good. I don't think I can explain how that could be possible, but it was amazing to watch this person that I really really love go through this release. The release I think comes from there being no room in your psyche for anything other than paying attention to RIGHT NOW. You are forced to just let the rest go because there is no room to hold on to it.



The three of them had prepared some writings to burn to "release" while he was hanging and Betka asked if I'd like to participate in that which I was grateful for and we all sealed our papers with blood and burned them while J was suspended and it was so holy. We were all so high in this intense moment. Not silent or anything, but reverent. He hung for about 45 minutes before asking to come down, he was ready, he was done.



Then the afterwork and the being done, the coming down. The little bit of visiting, the thanking, the acknowledgement of a shared experience. A late night dinner for J and me and then home where I laid in bed for a very long time with my eyes wide open and finally a deep and completely dreamless sleep.



I am grateful to have gotten to share this experience with him. And Betka and Char and myself. It has been a long time since I've been this connected to my universe and I hope that I can maintain the remembering of how important ritual and meditation and holy space are to being at peace with yourself and with life. I've been asking the universe over the last couple of months for an opportunity to find that space because I'd been having such a hard time getting there on my own. I would not have guessed that it would present itself quite this way, but I am glad that it did.



I love you all so very much and I look forward to seeing each of you soon."

Interview with Kinkk.com

Here is a brief interview up I did with Kinkk.com. Enjoy!

Oops I did it again...

I couldn't help but snap a couple pics from my session earlier. Lacy is such a riot, she does everything I tell her to and it is priceless. I have a wierd sense of humor. Without further ado:

Busy B

I am working my fingers to the bone on site updates. I just realized that the navigation in the explicit preview was a little confusing and the cost of the site was buried in the join page. That spawned a methodical search through every page on the site. It is taking a while...

I also added a couple new features here I will be filling out over the next few days. You get two new pics each time you check the blog now. The small thumbnails down below are from the explicit section. Blogger just introduced labels. That is going to make it a snap to tab out entries for easy navigation later. It is going to take me a little while to get to the back entries.

Basically, I am busy, busy. I have a play date with the utterly ridiculous lacy sissy tomorrow. I think I'll leave the cameras out of this one. The new boy is still doing great, pussycat did not forget confession and I could not be happier with the latest studio renovation.

The world is a temptress.

So my new boy is on day 10 without an orgasm. He says his prostate is swollen. He doesn't know swollen.

I have taken the key and he is pretty much at my mercy, unless he removes the device entriely. That would result in something more unpleasant than he can currently fantasize about. Apparently his ex wife( They are still friends.) called him out of the blue this morning. She told him she was having wild sex dreams about him today and wanted to fuck. Priceless.

He had to tell her he was under lock and key to someone and that would not be permitted. The amazing thing is they haven't connected sexually in a very long time. She must have heard the sound of the lock closing on that little worm.

Talk about timing.

A new chastity slave...

Well, a new applicant anyway. We shall see if he has the stones to keep up with me. I am optimistic by our interactions so far. I required him to turn his key over yesterday for a two week probationary period. He has that long to impress me and I have that long to decide whether we are a good fit. He is being required to keep a slave journal. His entry for today:

EDITED: This Entry has been edited to protect the guilty from themselves. Sorry, I have to lock this story up.

Boys and girls I do believe I have a live one on the line. He comes over tomorrow for his first day of studio service. Silly boy, he only thinks he is frustrated now. Soon he will understand desperation, real groveling and the sweet rewards of a job well done. He has had himself locked up for a little over a week. For a chronic masturbator, I am certain that seems like an eternity. He has no idea how devious I can be... yet. (You can only garner so much from a person's website and I would never give away my full arsenal of tricks.)I am excited and thinking about getting a Venus 2000 so his only release is with a robot or a prostate milking.

That is entertainment.

Slick Fetish Editorial site

Tony Mitchell has put up a new site that looks very promising. He is a globe trotting pervert who edited Skin Two for ages and is now persuing his own projects. His perspective is engaging and the visuals are smoking. It is just a sneak peak for now.

http://www.thefetishistas.com

500 strokes with the cane.

"Come over at 10:15 and wear tight pants."
"Yes Your Grace, shall I shave my pussy?"
"Did I say shave your pussy?"
" You did not."
"Ok then, do as you have been instructed."










When she arrived she had no idea she was in for a punishment caning. The tight pants were to keep the marks from lasting too long or splitting the skin on her ass. I had no intention of warming her up.

Last week I inserted some new rituals into our play. Every Sunday she is to set up a time to come over for confession. During that time she will have the opportunity to confess her transgressions for the previous week and what steps have been taken to remedy the situation and be more mindful. I told her I am very busy and it is her responsibility to schedule this each week. If she forgets she will receive 500 cane strokes as soon as I recall our weekly ritual has been skipped. I knew I would have to work hard to ensure she wouldn't enjoy it. I was up for the task and felt no mercy or compassion for her. She was warned clearly. I made a decision when I told her this that if I had to do it, it would be as brutal and humiliating as possible. The little strumpet eroticizes everything so physical punishments must be rather unpleasant psychologically to be effective. (To be perfectly honest , that sort of brutality makes me wet for weeks after. Thanks to the pervy pundits for the concept of R.A.C.K., SSC is so 1994. I would just rather be doing it for fun, it takes a lot out of it when I have to do it to reinforce her training.)

She gets very embarrassed when admitting to wrong doing and carries around guilt that detracts from service. I want to see her able to identify and remedy mistakes without focusing so much on how bad she has been. I decided this ritual based absolution would be not only effective, but highly sexually charged for both of us. She was also given a possibility for reward. It is a modified "communion" that I may share with you at another time. Let's just say she isn't gonna be snacking on the blood of the lamb.

Long story short: She forgot her first confession. Her new school schedule and a few other factors have had her off kilter for awhile now and it was time to set a precedent. When she arrived she had on a pair of spandex pants. Tight, but no cigar, I wanted denim. " Go back home and put on some tight jeans. Make it snappy."

When she returned I quickly hooded her into a leather discipline hood. It is tight with only a mouth hole and two grommets for the nostrils. Next a red ball gag was strapped in as far as I could get it over the hood. She was thrown over the prayer bench at the foot of my bed and locked into steel restraints on her wrists and ankles. Her skin pinched in one of the cuffs and she started to scream. "Stop whining and calm down. You will live." (I am never this callous with her and generally start our scenes in a much sexier fashion.)The skin pinch turned out to be painful but no damage to the surface so I was not going to slow down for her discomfort. She needed to feel my physical authority over my property. She needed to be reminded that this is not a game and things could get very intense for her if I am unhappy.

At this point she knew something bad was coming and started the shallow breathing and hint of tears. "You still haven't figured out what's going on here have you? It seems a certain someone forgot her confession on Sunday night. I told you punishment would be swift and severe. That time is here. I do not care what you have to say for yourself, hence the gag. I do not care if you cry, scream, or shit your pants for that matter. You will not be released until you have received 500 strokes of the cane. There will be no warm up and it does not matter how it feels for you.You will pay your dues and have some dignity about it."

to be continued...
I know. I know. I am a professional tease, remember?

(Oh yea and before you ask, no I did not commit the atrocity in the photo, it's some foreign punishment caning photo I have for inspiration.)

How to keep 24/7 fresh and kinky...

Friday night Bad Girls (Local women's leather organization)did a discussion on D/s in everyday life. I was unable to attend but it did give me some food for thought.

I have certain rituals and practices I require of my personal servants that remind them of our dynamic. I think the key to keeping things fresh with long term D/s is constant adaptation and evolution. I am consistently implementing new things to keep my pets on their toes and myself entertained.

Kitten is not allowed to sit on the furniture in private. When we go out or eat special meals at home she is allowed to sit at the table. She is constantly curled around my feet reminding her that her place is under me, taking care of my needs. (It also reinforces the foot fetish I have successfully given her.)She must always ask if my needs are met before sitting down to relax.

She is required to wear a collar that is attached to the foot of my bed anytime she is in it. This reminds her even when she is sleeping she is my property. Every time she enters my space she is required to announce herself "It is I slave kitten". This way there is never an unannounced visitor (She has keys.) startling me. Each time she exits she is required to kiss each of my feet on her way out. These simple practices serve as a constant reminder to be humble and appreciative for her position.

It also doesn't hurt my feelings to look down and see a beautiful girl gently pressing her lips to my feet a few times a day. It generally prompts a grope, slap or tickle and some salacious commentary. Other things I do to keep things steamy generally revolve around organic evolution of otherwise mundane duties. I might decide that she should put on a saucy outfit to do the floors or insert a butt plug while she is painting. She never knows what may be required of her and my wicked whims can turn on a dime. This keeps her on her toes.

I had intended to get into a more serious discussion about this but I am busy working on site updates so the more superficial stuff will have to do for now. I will have some exciting developments in the next few days to share.

Until then, stay slick.

December Newsletter

November was one busy mother.

I am thinking about crawling into my rubber bed with a video camera for an impromtu photo shoot. I need to feel cold heavy latex sheets on top of me this afternoon...

Plushie Porn

You know you want to.

New Studio Pics

Here are some photos of the renovations I have been up to. There are also some random shots of stuff around the studio. These were shot with my little point and shoot camera with no professional lighting. I need to get a pro in here to really showcase it soon. If you click the photos in the slideshow it will give you a little blurb about what you are looking at.