Signature Moves

While Suzanne SxySadist was here, I invited her to give a singletail tutorial to me and Mistress Katja of Seattle/San Francisco. Two of my favorite Dommes, a mess o' whips, and tea: what better way to spend a Saturday morning?!? Suze taught us a new stroke (one she says she learned from Dov) called "The Sinatra." Ohhh, is it sexy. It's like a sling of the coat over your shoulder. I was practicing it and a few other strokes for most of the night last night.

Suzanne is a whip connoisseur and I fell particularly in love with her Joe Wheeler whip. I've heard of Wheeler before and was really impressed with him at a whip seminar he did at Purple Passion more than a year ago. His whips are quite sought after ... and it's obvious why. I want a Wheeler signal whip. Someone told me the waitlist is nine months. Talk about patience.

On MF someone asked about 'signature moves.' My first reply was "crotch grab." Then I realized the one thing I do that nearly all my clients remark on is my hug. That's a pretty great signature move, I think.

Don't Ass Me Why

I have no idea why this is, but for the last few days, anal play has been unusually appealing to me. It's not something that's normally in my repertoire or on my menu but I've been having all kinds of ideas about stuff I'd like to do, usually involving complicated, immobilizing positions. I've been browsing Babeland, Tantus Direct, thinking about fat dildos, stay put plugs, remote controlled eggs... what's wrong with me?!?

Oh, yeah... Speaking of immobilizing positions, don't forget: Suzanne SxySadist's Low Suspension Demo is at Paddles tonight at 8:45!

Daydreaming

This isn't a review of one of my sessions. Yet.

What's not to love?

It's a New Blog, It's a New Day ... and I'm Feelin' Good

Welcome to my new blog! I've imported some of my more recent posts from its previous incarnation on MySpace (if you'd like to read my blog posts from August 2006 through October 2007, you'll need to dig in over there).

There were a few reasons for making the change, namely I wanted to be able to post some of my session pictures without MySpace deleting them. Now that I'm here, there are other advantages, like searchable posts, more link options, a sexier layout, and easier commenting.

I especially hope you'll take advantage of the commenting option. I'm going to be spending less time on various discussion boards (such as MaxFisch) but I still have lots of stuff I want to talk about! So this is going to be the place where I'll be posting most of my musings on BDSM and even responses to stuff I've read elsewhere. Writers need readers though, so let me know you're out there and leave a comment! I'll probably respond, too!

Speaking of MaxFisch, you'll notice over to the left a section for links to some of my favorite posts from my time on The Hang. If you've got a favorite, or one that you think is exemplary, informative, or otherwise worth highlighting (it doesn't have to be one of mine, either), please let me know in the comments section with a link and I'll consider adding it to the list. Thanks!

I hope you enjoy the new blog. I'm hoping to post fairly frequently, so check back often. You can also add me to your RSS feed so you can be updated automatically. There will probably be more changes to the look and styling of the site in the near future, but in the meantime, have fun!

Something Special

My talented friend and colleague Suzanne SxySadist will be visiting Salon d'Orleans next week and is available for sessions as well as double Mistress scenes with me Thursday, Dec 21-Saturday, Dec 23. Her specialties include corporal play, rope bondage, and medical play.

Suzanne is an awe-inspiring Domina. Many of the core elements of my practice -- e.g. breath, connection, intention, not to mention some great singletail and rope suspension work -- have been inspired by or learned from her. Needless to say, we love playing together. If you'd like to request an appointment with the two of us, please send me an email or give me a call. You can also reach Mistress Suzanne by email (Mistress @ sxysadist .dot. com ).

Speaking of suspension, Suzanne will be giving a class Friday night at Paddles on the joys of "low" suspension (click here for more details). Should be pretty cool ... and very sexy. Check it out!

S/M Corporal Play

Many of my masochistically-inclined clients have expressed a desire at some point in our journey together to be able to take more pain or a heavier beating for me. To those clients, I've always replied that it's not the intensity of the beating that makes the experience pleasurable for me, but rather the journey itself. Last Friday I found out just what it was like to play with someone who could take far more than I was accustomed to giving.

I had my first session with J, a masochist whose pain tolerance was in full complement to my sadism. I've never played with someone who could take my heaviest strokes, my most brutal whips, my most intense caning (including a blizzard from my rawhide cane and a relentless thumping with two fierce nylon dowel canes he brought for his own torture ... and left one, the worst, as a gift to me. Have you ever been hit with a 3/8" in. nylon cane? OW!). I'd bring up a blood blister on his ass with one throw of my singletail and pop it with the next and he'd say, comfortably, "Mmm. Hurst so good." Wild.

Typically when I do corporal, it's sensation driven, not pain driven. I don't mean there's no pain. It hurts. A lot. I'll bring you to tears. Break you. Whatever. But I'm in full control of what I'm doing and I measure out the doses carefully, guiding you through the experience. I hold myself back, but my body just hums with that energy, that unleashed potential. I'm like a Lamborghini on I-95 around Delaware, feeling my power capabilities but aware of all the speed traps. With J, it was pedal to the metal. Autobahn. Rather than all that energy humming in me, I was letting it out. I told him I felt ... efficient. There was focus. Intensity. Intention. But I was cool. Like, my blood normally runs pretty hot during corporal scenes but Friday night, my hands had almost a chill. I talked.(!) I joked. And I hit him with my single tail and those canes and metal chains longer and harder than I've ever hit anyone in my life. I don't think I even broke a sweat. Though by the end, I was breathless.

We definitely had a good time. In his post-session feedback he wrote:

Friday's session was not the most severe I have taken, it was by a very wide margin the most interesting and exciting I've ever experienced. Normally, when the caning starts, or is about to start, my erection wilts (maybe it's some kind of conditioned response) but it's a tribute to your talent and sexiness that it stood proud through some of the worst of the punishment. You are an enchantress... besides being a skillful and accomplised domme, and as I said on Friday night, I think you're a highly evolved being. I was sorry when my wristwatch said it was past time to go.

I'm looking forward to seeing him again. Gonna hafta make his cock go down next time. Thanks, J, for taking it all.

Something Beautiful

I was looking at the photo galleries on a friend's rope bondage site today and was reminded of what is so beautiful about what we do and why some of us choose to breathe in this world. If you're really into rope, send me a note and I'll give you the link.

The other day I saw a client I hadn't played with in more than a year. We talked for nearly an hour, catching up on life, before the scene began (though, really, the scene began before he even walked in the door...). I pushed him up against the A-frame and whispered "Today, we're going to play, 'Naked Guy in Distress'"as I uncoiled a length of rope. I tied him tightly. Neither of us could stop grinning.

Last night I saw STS, my own beautiful masochist. Every other week or so, he comes by, we talk for a while over a glass of good red wine and then I undress him, tether him to the A-frame or suspension frame and whip him. It's a sensational whipping, the kind that I love. Nearly all singletails, save for the warm up. Once he brought a friend to watch us, once I did: both women spoke later of the palpable electricity, the energy in the room. His friend called me "a ballet dancer with whips." He can feel the heat from my hands before I even touch him. I can't explain what happens when we play. I just know it to be true. And that's another beautiful thing.

There are times that the ugliness of "The Scene" eddys into my world, muddying the waters. But I find when I focus on the beautiful -- be it photographs of passionate bondage, my own exceptional clients, my dominant friends that I choose to be a part of my journey, the players I know who are here with intensity, honesty, and a love for S/M -- then the waters clear and again I'm reminded of why I am here and why I love this work.