Ephemera

Just some random bits from my life, my thoughts. Like Twitter, but a little more fleshed out.

*Talked with Suzanne SxySadist today and realized we had a little space in our schedule during her visit next weekend. So we're thinking it'd be awfully sweet of us to fill it with a double session or two. Speaking of super Suze, she's been getting me all hot and bothered and inspired with her blog this past week. Check it out.

*I've been tying Carrick Bends (called a Double Coin Knot by 2KnottyBoys) in all the sashes on my skirts and pants lately. It's pretty ... and I hope some rope lover on the street will notice.

*A heartfelt Thank You to my anonymous donor for the store credit as well as to my fellow perv for your unexpected generosity.

*I wore shimmery gold Nippies while sunbathing on Cedar Beach in Babylon, Long Island and now I have these pale butterflies dancing on my sunburned chest. I'd never been to any of Long Island's beaches (except the occasional concert at Jones Beach). Never been to the Hamptons or Montauk or Fire Island. The water was unpleasantly cold no matter how unbearably hot I was.

*Instead of going to yoga on Saturday, I went to the Big Apple Barbecue Festival in Madison Square Park. I loved seeing my food friends. I met a new one and we got to talking and walking and next thing I know we're at my studio. For a seen it all, done it all kinda guy he sure was surprised to see what was inside. Afterwards I rode my bike to a friend's place and spent the rest of the afternoon unspooling rope and sipping on coconut ginger smoothies. Thanks, axe, for dinner. You're welcome for the Beard Papa.

*Friday night I was out with my food friends at an industry party. I sipped martinis and danced to Madonna/Justin. One said to me "Girl, you need to get out more often. You was partying like it's been too long!" I'm embarrassed it was so obvious but on the other hand, I had a great time. Four minutes to save the world ... or at least me.

Speaking of pop ... is Rihanna a closeted domme or does she just play one on TV?
Evidence 1 (Though who doesn't want to Top Adam Levine?)
Evidence 2 (mostly lyrics) ("You look so dumb right now...")
Evidence 3 (check the wallpaper!)
Evidence 4 (Shut up and drive!)
Evidence 5 (ballet boots?! spiked gloves!?! leather halter shorts!?!)
I saw her perform at MSG a few weeks ago and her backup dancers were in latex catsuits, there was simulated spanking, she had on a super-dommy outfit... You didn't even have to be a scenester to recognize it. MVX and I were discussing this the other day, trying to figure out if this is all coming from her or just styling: "Maybe we'll find out if she breaks up with Chris Brown and he goes public about their sex life. 'My life as Rihanna's sex slave: An OK! EXCLUSIVE!'"

*A friend sent me a link for InHerTube. I don't have a tire fetish or even care much for dildos, but I want that hand harness! (The boot harness could be pretty cool too. Give "ass kicking" a whole new meaning, no?)

That's all for now. Feel free to add your own bits.

Let Your Fingers Do the Walking

I finally got my computer fixed. Turned out my fan was busted (actually, I should've known this ... I've spent most of the past 2-3 weeks with ice packs under my laptop because it'd run so hot). So now my laptop has a new motherboard, heat sink, fan, and keyboard. It's like it's almost new!

More importantly, I can actually navigate like a member of the 21st century. So if you've been wanting or meaning to get in touch (or you've been waiting for a reply...) resend it to me. Or write me again. I'll get it! I'll write you back!

What's on your wishlist?

One of my clients sent me an email recently intimating that he'd been fantasizing about picking up something for me at Fetters: "something dark, or sharp, or just plain evil," he said.

What intrigued me about this was just wondering what that present would look like from his point of view. It reminded me about how much I enjoy looking at other Mistresses' wishlists because they not only help me discover great toys, sites, and resources, but because they can tell me so much about the Mistress.

I also get a lot of inspiration when clients send me links for toys they're curious about or want to play with (unless it's some kind of boundary-pushing toy like a Feeldoe or some other kind of genital toy for me...that really rubs me the wrong way (slight pun intended)).

So now I want to know: what's on your wishlist? What piece of equipment or gear have you seen that's gotten your mouth watering? (Or cock throbbing. Or simply activated your "covet" switch.) Paste a link. Show me. Explain why ... or don't. I just want to see.

So, like, I have this fantasy?

Here's one for ya.

Whilst bemoaning my sore feet and sore throat at SMack! the other night, I was again reminded why I just don't like going to fetish scene parties. Whole lotta walkin' around looking for something (or someone) worth seeing. I hardly saw any play myself ... then again, seemed like a girl couldn't swing a whip without hitting all the spectators in the process.

So I've been thinking about hosting a private play party at my studio for a while now. Something small, like, 10-14 people. Thing is, I want everyone to PLAY. One of the ways I thought I'd facilitate that was by having everyone wear a little tag that lists their inclinations for the evening. Like, mine might read:

Hi, My Name is: TROY
Will Top for: Singletailing, rope suspension, trampling
Will bottom for: rope suspension

And then anyone who wanted to be singletailed or suspended or trampled could come up and ask me to do that and I would. Similarly, if I saw someone with a tag that read, say:

Hi, My Name is: BOB
Will bottom for: spanking, CBT, face slapping

And I thought, "Hey! I'd like to spank him!" then I'd be free to say, "Hey, Bob, want a spanking from me?"

You could only ask for what's on that person's sticker. (Bob could ask me to singletail him but not spank him, e.g.). All players -- Tops and bottoms -- would have to agree that all play requests must be honored at least once per player for at least ten minutes, after which either player may say "Mercy" and end the scene. Everyone, in other words, should get to play.

Part II of this fantasy is that I would have one or two service bottoms in attendance. One would be a bondage installation. Catheterized, mummified, with some sort of structural support so that he could comfortably stay in the position for several hours. Perhaps he'd be outfitted with this to make him functional as well. Or install him in the bathroom (ooooh!) with this.

The other service bottom would be a consensual nonconsensual free object. Anyone can do anything s/he wants to him/her at any time. (Okay, okay ... Maybe I'd allow a sticker with three hard limits.)

And since this would be a private -- i.e. non-client -- play party, I would auction off the service bottom positions to non-invitees through my blog and the proceeds would go to my sister's Operation Field Trip fund. (Speaking of which, there's an address now to mail your donations directly! Please click the link for details!)

Wow. That's actually a better fantasy than the one I was originally going to write about .... especially cause this one actually has a shot at coming true!

Found Out

I was cleaning up after a scene when my phone rang. It was the husband of a dear vanilla friend.

"I know your secret identity," he said

"You do? What is it?" I wasn't giving anything away. When I'd first told his wife, E., about my then new career she was adamant her husband not know. "He'd never let you babysit our kid again!"

"You had a birthday party...." he said. For my birthday, I'd hosted a little "mixer" -- literally -- to introduce some of my vanilla friends to my studio as well as some of my kink friends. E, my friend for 20+ years, was there. Solo. She'd told him afterwards.

"I think it's great! It's exciting! It's so different!" he enthused. I would have been shocked except ...

He's a lawyer.

Meat. Blood. Sex.

Usually, when I see him, it's more physical. Hard thrown punches. Fisting. Kicks. Once, even, in a fury of objectification and pure animal, I lashed a dildo to the back of his head and fucked myself on it, smashing his face into the hotel carpet again. And again. He was so turned upside down, he didn't even realize what I was doing. Not that I cared.

But this time he wanted sounds. I was surprised at how tight that hole was, but I slowly slid the steel rod up and down, over and over. His head was pulled back by a nose hook, bound tightly to his balls. "You just looked like this dark, ghostly figure from my vantage point," he said later. I slid several needles into the shaft, zapped them with electrics as he fidgeted madly then roughly withdrew the sharps. His blood trickled in rivulets from the needle points: a dribbling, red ejaculate. I added lube and ordered him to stroke himself with that mix of blood and grease. It congealed, like raw meat fat on his cock. "Look at that," I said. He did and came instantly.

He cooled but I wasn't quite yet satisfied. He'd asked earlier about wanting to have a feeling of violation and humiliation without strapon penetration. And then I remembered something Garrett said.

"Face down on the floor," I told him after he'd gotten out of the shower. I climbed on top of him, stretching my full length on his body. I pinned his hands with mine and hooked my toes around his Achilles tendons for leverage and started thrusting and grinding hard against his ass. My dress a friction between us. Drool glistened on the back of his neck, in his hair. I shifted and slammed my knee into his balls, his ass. Again. And again. Then I climbed back on top of him.

I bit his ear then whispered, "Don't move." My piss flooded his crack, dribbled down the back of his balls. A golden shower. A blown load.

I got up and handed him his shorts.

"Now I'm done with you."

Shibaricon: The Afterglow

So I'm back from ShibariCon and while I had an amazing time the best part about it was that now I do not have any travel currently planned for the rest of June and July. Huzzah!

There are, however, some close runner-ups for "best things about Shibaricon 2008." First would be I learned Master Z's fantastic 12-point suspension rigging which is ideal for larger bodies and people who can't have rope marks. A few of you "anything you want, Mistress" clients of mine are going to be cursing the name of Scott Smith, whose "Needles as Anchors" class taught me some really evil bondage that can be done with needles. (I'm also very pleased to report that when I commented during class about how I've done butterfly piercings (click for a poor example) using a surgical staple gun, Scott -- a twisted, sadistic fuck in his own right -- literally leaped from behind his presentation table and gamboled over to me in the audience to lift me above his head and gleefully proclaim, "I LOVE this lady!"

Sir C taught me some pretty hot hojojutsu moves ... or at least I thought they were until I tried them on a 6' ft. 5" in. friend. Then I just felt silly. I also finally learned how to do the Two Knotty Boys' crossed foot tie, seen on their home page and their Double Coin Knot (also known as a Carrick bend). Actually, I'd learned it a couple times before but this time I'm pretty sure it's going to stick.

Of course I picked up some stuff too. Two 24 ft. skeins of fat, dark brown twisted cotton rope that I have no idea what I'll do with but it was just so pretty -- like a soft, fat baby -- that I had to get it. And I was fascinated by the potential of the flat, woven hemp -- like rope tape -- that I got 100 ft. of it. (At the evening play parties, I saw Mistress Yin use hers as head bondage and loved the feelings of objectification it inspired, seeing that head haphazardly wrapped in strips and folds.)

A few of us left the rope world for an excursion downtown to the International Mr. Leather (IML) convention. As we rode the escalators down to the vendor's bazaar, the scent of leather wafted up toward us, like fresh baked goods. I ran my nails across the rubber skin of a boy in bondage; gawked at another fellow's large, pale pucker as he lounged on a bondage sling, inviting stares; and talked with a couple of guys about the pros and cons of the Ass Lock Cock Ball I'd been coveting, concluding that perhaps it wasn't the right piece for my needs after all.

On the other hand, I fell in love with the gorgeous inventions at Scott Paul Designs, particularly his Click-a-Cuff bondage system and his unique gags and blindfolds. While I managed to restrain myself from buying the collection, I just had to walk away with something so I picked up his Cruel Condom. Oh boy! Also, I found a really fantastic double thick, elk flogger from Heartwood that swings flawlessly and is just the thuddy-thump I needed in my flogger lineup.

So that's all the top-level detail, but there's lots of other stuff I'm still percolating and will share in the days to come. Needless to say, I'm now counting the days til Shibaricon 2009.