Just Can't Help Myself

What started as a quick break for some quality time with my sister turned into a longer break to mourn the loss of a family member. On a positive note, I've gotten to reconnect with a lot of dear family members and friends in the town I grew up in. There are blessings, even in loss.

Thanks for your patience.

I haven't been spending too much time on "scene stuff" while I've been gone, but when a friend emailed me about the latest Daily News over yet another, um, misappropriation of municipal resources, I logged on for more details and, while wondering if my fellow Domme bloggers had weighed in, I ended up at my friend Mistress Yin's most excellent blog, where I found this tasty post.

First of all, I want "lover-meat" ... that just sounds delicious (and not only because there's a hot grill within 20 yards of me as I type). Second, I want that Ass Lock Cock Ring she got! I'd seen it a couple months ago and coveted it then and seeing it again just awakens that desire anew! With the nice Spring weather finally on us, I've been itching to get out of the studio, particularly when I can have my play partners rigged up with great stuff (that won't fall off/out) like THIS fabulous hunk of metal.

Though after my recent trip to Fetters, I've promised myself I'm not buying any new gear until the end of the summer. This doesn't mean that someone can't buy something for me ....

I am back in NYC on Sunday for a much anticipated (on both sides!) OE based on LOTS of intense leather bondage and abandonment. Then I'll unpack on Sunday night and pack for New Orleans on Monday. When I get back from Jazz Fest (I'll be taking sessions on Wednesday, April 30 in NOLA) I will be staying put for a couple of weeks before heading off to Chicago for Shibaricon. I am so excited about Shibaricon this year, I could just pop!

And then I'm home for ALL of June. Can you believe it?!?

Hold the Phone

Hey, y'all. I will not be answering my phone for the next couple of days. If you need to reach me, please send an email. Can't promise I'll get to it in a timely manner, but I'll see it and reply when I can.

Public Play

There's a neat thread on Max Fisch about "public play you wish you did." I was going to reply, but I haven't posted there in nearly a month and ... I dunno. I like streaks. And I need to post more on my blog. So. Yay for Whip Smart readers!

The other day a guy called me asking for ballbusting. I love ball busting, but two hours in studio of crackin' nuts seemed like a bad idea. Not to mention he was hoping to come in the next day and my schedule was already kinda full.

Then I had this idea. "Hey, are you cute? How old are you? Would we look good together walking down the street?" I asked. He said he thought so. "I've got an idea!" I bubbled. "I'll see you for an hour. If the weather's nice. We'll go out and do your session."

I got really jazzed up at the thought of us walking down the street and every once in a while, I'd rush him up against a building as if to embrace .... and then discreetly knee him in the mini-coconuts. Then I'd grab his hand, laugh and giddily pull him along the sidewalk until I found the perfect spot to do it again. I loved the image of just tumbling through New York City on a beautiful, brisk day and finding ways to attack his package.

A happy kick here. A flying hand there. A knee. An elbow.

I didn't give him all those details; I just said we'd go out and I'd discreetly ball bust him in public. I wanted the scene itself to be a surprise. "Call me tomorrow if you decide you want to do it," I said. He didn't. We didn't. But damn, I thought it was a great idea.

Good Money After Bad: Operation Field Trips!

Every once in a while I have a session or experience that doesn't go very well. Whatever Tribute I get from it, as a result, always feels tainted. I get really weird about putting that "bad energy" into my account.

Back when I was starting out, I'd spend the money frivolously. My first pairs of Manolo Blahniks were bought during a difficult trip out West. I've had a few lengthy, indulgent massages, as well, courtesy of a badly screened client or two. More recently, I've been setting aside yuck money to fund my IRA contributions, figuring getting it might hurt now, but this way it can help a lot later. Earlier this week, I had a pretty awful experience with a client that left me rather wrecked; afterwards, I sealed his payment in an envelope and set it aside while I decided what I wanted to do with it.

I arrived in Georgia today. My sister, a schoolteacher, lives here. This past school year, many of my clients generously donated Amazon and Barnes & Noble gift cards as well as books to her class so that she could build up her library for her students. The project was a phenomenal success. Tonight, I saw her school's yearbook and again was just so impressed by how much she gives of herself to her students and how much they seem to appreciate it.

My sister and I had talked about what to do for the 2008-09 school year. She said that one thing that's frustrated her as a teacher has been wanting to do activities with her students outside the school, but finding very little funding available for field trips. I watched her eyes light up as she described all the things she wanted to do with her students, many of whom have never been to a movie theater, much less a museum, aquarium, planetarium, or even a dance or theater performance.

So now I know what my little sealed envelope will be used for: I'm officially launching "Operation Field Trips" for my sister's school. My goal is to raise enough money so that every student at her school will be able to go on at least one field trip this year. If you'd like to donate, send me an email and I'll give you instructions on how to do it. I'll also keep you posted here on our progress.

I think this is the start of something good.

***EDITED TO ADD***

If you would like to send a donation in the mail, you can address your envelope to:

Operation: Field Trip
P.O. Box 93973
Atlanta, GA 30377

If you're writing a check or money order, make it payable to: "CIE" and in the memo put "CC Field Trip Fund." I suggest cash be sent with a delivery confirmation.

If you include an email address, your gift will be acknowledged with a discreet personal note.

Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most

One of my blog readers sent me an MP3 of Betty Carter singing this after my Happy Spring post. I should have been playing it last night when I finally got to break in my new springs.


What you're seeing here is the bottom in a Fetters suspendable, leather lined sleep sack, then wrapped in my Fetters suspension sling. Weight-graded carabiners were attached at multiple points, primarily to the sling (which can be used horizontally, vertically, or even inverted!!) and then connected to springs tethered to various bondage points on my MetalBound rig. Underneath all that was a pin prick sheath around his cock and a C&B "bikini" harness (it kinda looks like this. But in rubber.).

The event itself was achieved after some collaboration between my bondage bottom and I. The hoists aren't actually engaged -- the entire suspension was solely by the springs -- but I had them there as safety measures.

So here's what I loved about this set up.

I loved the geekiness of it. The puzzle of solving HOW to do it. One of my favorite parts of play is just figuring out how to realize a vision. How to make it happen. And then it's done and it's just this giddy, "Fuck YEAH! I did that!" And it looks so cool, too, doesn't it? Kinda sci-fi, yet warmed by the mirrors, the drapes, the colors of the room. Me.

I loved that he was really comfortable, yet totally helpless and immobilized. This means I can put someone in this position and there won't be any distractions to interrupt the scene. Once I got him up and secure, I sat with my laptop, excitedly chatting online with MVX about what I was doing (had to tell someone. I was too pleased!).

I loved the potential of it. I want to do this again, and once the bottom's up, invade him with electrics. (There are both rear and front entry zippers on the sleep sack ... or I could have him wired up beforehand.) Or I could add the Venus2K on a timer. Or even just pricker pads on the nipples. I'm fantasizing about "abandonment" or overnights in this spring suspension. Just how long can someone handle it?

At one point, I climbed on top of him while he was suspended. I straddled him first, then lay my full length along his. The suspension straps made it a little uncomfortable for me, but I liked that it could be done and I think there's more exploration that could happen here.

It was just all delicious fun. And now that I've got the blueprint, I'll be doing a formal set up this weekend for the photo shoot. I'm also planning on doing a similar suspension, but vertical and with a straitjacket. I can just imagine having a client, his balls weighted, pulling him down, the springs holding him up, and me just somewhere in the middle of all that, driving him crazy.

Can you tell how excited I am? I can't even make this post make sense!

Mmm. Gear plus Looking for Volunteers

So I'm back from London and my trip to Fetters with Mistress Avalon.

What an unbelievable trip.

First, I want to thank Mistress Avalon who proved to be an ideal partner in kink and traveling companion. Next my gratitude to J&J for their perfect cuppas, side splitting yarns, and excellent English composure. And lastly I'd like to express my appreciation to the clients who made time to play with us. Y'all were great. Enthusiastic, even.

Avalon and I were like kids in the candy store at Fetters, with me pointing out things that I loved from my Fetters collection and Mistress Avalon inspiring me to add pieces based on her shopping list. (Thanks to P for adding his 79 pence as well!) Honestly, between the two of us, I think we're coming close to being majority shareholders in the Fetters collection.

Just thinking about all the amazing leather bondage gear we have between us -- not to mention how incredible our session chemistry is -- got us thinking about how much fun it would be to design some intensive, multi-day leather bondage scenarios. We could kidnap then shuttle our captive between our studios. Bring in some of the city's premiere Dominas to assist us. Just build this extraordinary experience for the leather bondage connoisseur. Spring suspensions in the bondage harness. Innumerable leather head trips. Overnights catheterized in my MaxCITA sleep sack or Fetters suspendable sleep sack. Randomized electrics. Or the Venus. Captivity. Immobilization.

Stay with us. Stay with me. Stay.

Gah. The possibilities are just endless.

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Though there's a fair amount to be shipped, I also brought a bunch of the new stuff back with me, which I'll be photographing and posting early next week (I hope). Speaking of which, I could use a bondage model. I've talked with a couple of you already and there may be some others of you interested: If you're up for a little anonymous shooting in heavy leather bondage gear April 10, 11, 12 or 14, please shoot me an email with your measurements (preference given to men 5'10-6'2, with 34-38" waist), general description, and specific availability. Thank you.

A Request

If you would like to make an appointment to see me, please do not contact me to inform me of your intention if you are not clear about your schedule or ability to actually show up on the day/time you request. I know some of y'all have ridiculous, unreliable schedules that make it hard for you to plan. But so do I. Maybe you think it's a compliment when you tell me how much you want to see me. It's not. Not like this. Please stop disrepecting my time and energy by asking for appointments you're not going to keep. You undermine your credibility, usurp my time and energy that could be going to my clients who ARE showing up, and frustrate me so that I have to make posts like this on my blog instead of all the wonderful, sexy, funny, kinky stuff I'd much rather be talking about.