No new clients after December 2007.

I have been doing a lot of thinking about where I would like to be in the next few years. I have decided that I will stop taking new clients at the end of this year. I have a wonderful stable of servants both personally and professionally and I am just tired of the screening process of professional domination. I spend so much time interviewing and grooming my professional play partners that I miss out on quality time with my personals. I also want to remove the exchange of government issued paper from my kinky equation. That energy is not worth mine any more. So boys, I recommend you impress me with your manners if you would like to stay on. (Consider this your courtesy call.)

And so it is.

Latex, zentai and a new focus.

I have had an amazing weekend spending time with a few of my favorite people. Most of that time we were rebreathing and meditating together. I want to do an article that describes just how transformative some time with a rebreather bag can be. I have lost my motivation to teach right now. I am having such a fantastic time living and welcoming in the spring... I want to be selfish.

Studying and a film to consider.

Thank you so much for the links everyone sent me yesterday. Lovely to know I am in such magically delicious company. I have weeks worth of study material to peruse, and I am locking myself in my room for the day to feed my soul. (Ms Asfuk, I am so pleased to have your email again. I don't know how I forgot it... you nasty little minx.)

I just got a movie that you should check out. It is called Go Further. It is about organic and sustainable living. A quote from the film " ...If you can't pronounce it and mother nature did not produce it , you shouldn't fucking eat it. Get on the bus, say no to corn dogs. They are not food..." Amen. Those little innards wrapped in skin make me cringe.

It follows Woody Harrelson (who I adore) on a road trip where he bikes from Seattle To SF educating people about the importance of responsible, sustainable, organic living, taking care of your body, and leaving a light imprint on the earth.

He says "...There is still hope for the world, but only if we stop being such dickheads." It shows a lot of sad footage of clear cutting. When you live in an area surrounded by lush forests you really appreciate how horrific it is. The land looks like it has a huge scar with nothing but amputated carcasses where magnificent trees once stood. The film discusses paper options that do not require lumber (in a digestible format. Those documentaries are generally too hippy for me.) Woody keeps it entertaining. I just keep picturing Mickey Knox with a personal yoga coach and raw foods cook.

Caution: Globetrotting sadist on the loose.

I have had a windfall of travel come my way so far this year. I am in negotiations for playtime in Vegas, Hawaii and Mexico between now and mid May! I also found out I will be hosting an rubber party in LA the weekend of April 21st. That is going to be lots of fun but mums the word until I get confirmation.

I am moving my office at the studio today so no time to chat. I want to get done in time to crawl into my latex body bag for some mediation this evening.

All you pub crawlers have fun, DO NOT DRIVE and have a rip roaring St Patricks Day for me.

P.S. Anyone know what artist drew the hot bondage slut above? It has been on my desktop for ages, I would like to thank them.

Developing your own style...

There is a fine line between being influenced by other people and blatantly biting their style. I see "McDomina's" popping up right and left stealing text and ideas from those who came before them and it makes me laugh. A McDomina is the term I use to describe simpletons who believe that a shiny outfit, a crop and a snarl is all you need to be a Mistress. They put their ego before education and can usually be found "training slaves" via Myspace. If you do not have the creativity to come up with your own verbiage and kinky rituals, what the hell makes you think you should be doing this professionally? Try data entry, since you obviously enjoy copying text. This is a job that requires constant creativity and tact, neither of which is demonstrated in a badly executed website with stolen words. Do these people not realize clients are going to notice when you take text from someone's site who has been around far longer than you? It is just silly.

Spanks and Veronica recently changed most of the text on their sites after a neophyte was so bold as to actually take text word for word in the gift and contact sections. I change my site around frequently to keep the ankle biters at bay. (I find that the best solution is constant evolution. It is hard to take on someone else's style when you are busy trying to catch up.) When you spend time educating people it is natural that they would develop similar ideas and it is natural that a fledgling Domina would look to other more established Mistress' sites for ideas. We all take things from our life and use them to develop our style and preferences. What I find pathetic is when someone takes another woman's rituals and desires on in a lie, in order to benefit financially. That woman muddies up the title of Professional Dominatrix by being nothing more than a bitchy hot topic clone with a couple of keys. You know who you are.

I was cruising around earlier today and found someone had ripped off the design of the logo I had done. It pissed me off to no end that some intellectually bankrupt jackass would take the look and feel of something that took me weeks to hash out for his own. I hope I do not find out that the artist helped them in that task, that would be very poor form. Oh sure, they changed enough to make it a different drawing but the colors,character and layout are the same. For shame! When that incurable case of anal itch hits you, know that I sent my incubus to visit.

I was going to take this opportunity to give some advise on developing your own style as a top. I decided it would be better to let the professional plagiarists of the world know that even if no one calls you on your bullshit, we notice.

A baldy pic...

There is nothing on earth like rubbing a bald head on a freshly shaved cunt.


( I am still working diligently on studio renovations. I will be back with regular updates very soon.)

All is well in smut city...

The heathens have been dealt with and everything is back to normal. I am taking a break from my phone, so if you need to reach me email is the best way. I need more personal time and am trying to decide what the best way for me to spend less time on the phone is. Kitten has school and family responsibilities so she is not available to answer my calls very often. I am thinking of just getting a voice mail box for new clients and changing my number. Any Mistresses out there use just voice mail? If so, please drop me a line at mistress@betkaschpitz.com. I am curious how it has worked out for you. On the home front, I had a delightful weekend with my pussycat. We spent a lot of time rebreathing. I wish I could find the words to describe what it is like. "Hose sex" is the only phrase that comes to mind. When I am breathing for her it is like I am fucking her from the inside. We have to hyper focus on being completely relaxed (initially) and then I can feel even the slightest difference in her energy. When we really get going I can make her muscles contract and her body react almost like an orgasm with just a strong puff of air. It is amazing. I am newly inspired to make some gummi dyke porn.

Drama in da hood'

I am not going to make it to the Ball this evening due to a problem with the trashy breeders who live behind my studio. I can not get into too many details right now but basically these despicable monsters live behind the studio and they have children who are horribly behaved.

The "parents" are typical toothless Springer addicts who pay more attention to how much ice cream is in the freezer than how their ill bred offspring are acting. Said mini monsters have been destroying the back windows at my studio for several years. I finally caught them in the act this evening. When I went to tell Mr potato head about his fucking heathens, he became belligerent. I am a very reasonable person when it comes to dealing with unpleasantness. I told him we would just let the police handle it and that he should have a nice evening. He was under the impression I would not want to call them because of the nature of my business. Wrong, jackass.

Now I have to wait for the Police to come and deal with this rather than convincing downtown Portland to "Just Suck It Already". I am concerned they will do further damage, I keep hearing things being thrown back there. Since it is non emergency on a Saturday they could not tell me when they would be here. I sent safer sex supplies and promo materials for the ball but I have to stay here and handle this. I detest drama but that ignorant pig has no idea the can of worms he just opened. I am gonna piss on Kitten while I wait for the cheese, perhaps that will lift my spirits.

Down with Springer addicts!

Blasphemy Ball- Tonight Dante's

I will be out with my pervy clan this evening taking confessions for the Blasphemy Ball. I have received a ton of emails from people planning to attend, so it should be a full house. One of my nuns flaked but I should have enough perverts to keep things interesting. I am not interested in hearing about how you took the Lord's name in vein either, you better make those confessions juicy, lest ye get the boot. I want to hear all about your filthiest sins and most dangerous liaisons.

I will be taking confessions from about 9:30 or 10 until 11:30.

We will also be passing out safer sex supplies so you perverts can wrap it up before you go for that 3 AM booty call. I would like to thank our sponsors:

Babeland supplied our lube and dental dams as well as latex gloves.

Syren has our back with latex and media contributions.

Divine Interventions sent us a few of their kinky cocks to demo proper condom technique. (We will also be giving lessons in how to apply a condom with your mouth for those of you who want to get fancy pants.)

And Cascade AIDS for saving the day when Condomania flaked on getting us our rubbers in time. (Anyone have a lead on other sources to supply our condoms? I can not deal with flaky companies, I don't have the time.)

It is going to be a slippery feast of freaks and I can not wait.

Rapist in Southeast Portland.

Back home you could shoot a predator in the face as soon as they entered your house, unfortunately, it is a little trickier here. Ladies please be aware of your surroundings and don't try to stumble home after drinking in that neighborhood. Pay the cash for a cab. Portland Po Po please do your job and bust this fucker. (The police were called and confirmed the SE rapist information.)

"He forced a woman into her apartment while she was outside smoking at 1am around 30th & Stark and raped her at knife point for over an hour.

The neighborhoods of concern are between 30th & 39, between Stark & Hawthorne.

If anyone can help please do. PLEASE REPOST!

The latest info on him from the woman mentioned above are as follows:
Caucasion male of average build
Green eyes
Very yellow teeth
Black ski mask, two pairs of gloves
Smelled of bourbon and cigarettes"

The gift of time.

I am so busy these days I have become known as "she who does not return phone calls that are not work related". I am working on several projects and find myself being reclusive. I have been debating about whether or not I want to take on the responsibility of another full time house servant. I enjoy having two full time personal servants. Screening and training a new slave is tedious (and most of the time their fantasy does not jive with reality) so I am apprehensive. Their idea is they will be traipsing about in fancy fetish clothing, faux scrubbing my floor while I humiliate them for being a dirty slut. Hello silly fantasy- meet reality. I need actual work done around here, toilets scrubbed, glass dusted and floors shined. I have decided that when I seek a new slave their time will be better spent entertaining me and helping with intellectual pursuits. With Kitten being in school and having family responsibilities her time is limited and that leaves me holding the mop. I have scrubbed enough floors and painted enough walls to be quite humble, thank you very much. It is time for me to focus my energies elsewhere, full time. I found the solution to my problem today with a simple Google search. Between this and wash and fold service my life just got a lot easier.

So boys, take note: They offer gift certificates. I rarely send out "gift" ideas but this is something that I could not resist. I would much rather you send a gift certificate for someone who is a professional to come in and clean than feign interest in something you would rather not do. (You should be sucking my heel and spoiling me in more interesting ways after all.) There are plenty of ways to show your service to me and badly executed cleaning is not one them. The gift of time is the most thoughtful thing you can do in service to me (currently) and this is a prime example of ways to serve and please me from afar. It allows you to scrub my toilet from half way around the world, how could I not love that.

Dinner with Gwen...

Here is a snapshot Tony Mitchell shot of Gwen and I at the Masque dinner. I had enough of the awful food there and decided to eat her instead. She tasted far better than the beefy noodles they tried to pass of as a gourmet dinner.What do you think of my new assless skirt? A few people could not figure out why I would have a spanking skirt on. Um hello, let us not forget about the rimjob factor. Meow.

Spring cleaning, new gear and sluts abound.

I am on another rampage at the studio remodeling and such. I get an itch every 6 months or so to change the energy by doing a massive overhaul with paint and rearranging the furniture. I have been doing most of the work myself this time since Pussycat is in school and I haven't had time to train anyone new. It is too bad my chastity bitch didn't work out, he was a strapping lad who could have helped with a lot of this. As soon as he had to come out of chastity (for unrelated reasons), his responsiveness and desire to please went out the window. I just don't have time to waste with people who are not serious. The upside of doing this work myself is knowing it is done with efficiency and attention to detail.

2007 has been very good to my toy box and wardrobe. I have acquired a massive stockpile of new gear in the last six weeks. It has been so much fun. I have been playing catch up from my screwy business partnership for the last few years and have not indulged in a lot of equipment upgrades centered specifically around personal fetishes. I am buzzing with kinky glee while I finger bang these sexy goodies. Some how I have racked up 11 new latex hoods (including two new dolls faces, thanks Pants!), 10 new pairs of shoes including my first pair of ballet shoes, and a dozen new cocks. Yes, one dozen. MMM.

I spend a lot of my time helping other people come to terms with and expand their interests. It has been absolute bliss to focus on my own kinks and interests almost exclusively this year. It is good to be queen.(Of my own kinky little universe.)In my quest for pervy hedonism I even spent an entire day lounging in an 8 snap garter belt, stockings and ballet shoes. I drank fresh juice and talked dirty for hours. That was the life. (Back to reality camp.)

I have been reconnecting with Mommy Char and introducing her to the pleasures of breath control. She has jumped head on into her rubber fetish by ordering a big box of gummi accessories. We now have a full rebreathing circuit with two gas masks, and a long third hose with a cock at the end. The cock has a hole drilled into the center so kitten can suck it while Mommy and I breathe for her. To say that is is spectacular would be a grave understatement. It is fucking genius.

I have also been getting acquainted with the fucking machine my friend Gwen left during her stay. She graciously left it for me to use after I gushed on about how much I love them. Well if I loved it before, I would full on stalk the thing now. It is phenomenal. I highly recommend getting one if you enjoy penetration. (I would further recommend that you convince Kitten to suck you off while you ride it. Good times indeed.) I have since found a gang bang machine. I am so excited after looking at it again, I can not think of anything of substance to say. I am gonna go play doctor.

Settling in...

I am back from La La Land and fully recovered from two weeks of non-stop debauchery. In case you can't tell, I have not been in the mood to write lately. I am working on a FAQ that will be done in the next couple of days. Thanks for your requests for educational articles as well. I have a nice list of subjects to delve into as time permits.