Because I am a master procrastinator, I wrote this about Floating World before I attended, and never posted it.
Besides the sex, it seems a lot like other BDSM events I’ve attended. I had a rollicking good time at them all. The better the class list, the more conversation you can have while asking […]
I have nightmares sometimes where I’m covered in scars. I see my back in the mirror, crossed with white lash marks, and in the dream I feel incredibly ashamed.
When this came up in conversation yesterday, it sounded vain. I am vain in reality: I would be love to be covered in scars and tattoos. […]
(Disclaimer: I have nothing against China. Or Bitchy Jones. Colloquially, China is where one ends up when one digs a very deep hole.)
We’re past butterflies and tornados, in my land of kinky pseudo-sociology. Here in New York I fuck a guy in the ass for $200, and in China, a submissive man […]
Despite frequent requests, I’ve never taken a wrestling session at work.
Not that it is beneath me as a “pro-domme” — please, I do peanut butter — but I am a little girl who knows nothing about wrestling. Also, how could I win against someone twice my size? I lose money for declining these […]
I am not being productive here this week.
Last weekend I had excuses: a nude beach, a playparty, a tea party of sex bloggers. I got sick, and took Monday off work to let my tonsils fight amongst themselves. I worked Tuesday night (I never work nights), had a photoshoot Wednesday, worked Wednesday night […]
Let’s get the rest of the morally dubious saved stories out of the way, so I can go back to talking about how hot and dominant I am.
Loving sex is not always enough to love sex events.
Attending an orgy was a stretch for me. I’m into sadomasochism: swingers and sex parties often leave me […]
Summer is slow for my industry. “Five Things I Hate About Being A Dominatrix In The Summer” really says it all. We’ve thoroughly tested the iced-coffee theory in this heat; maybe tomorrow we’ll lay off playing with my webcam and obtain asparagus out of sheer boredom.
These may be the first photographic evidence […]
I got my septum pierced today on a whim. The needle barely pinched, but I got scared and grabbed the poor piercer by his shirt anyway.
My bravery astounds me sometimes.
The retainer I bought seems to hang straight. Cross your fingers for me? Now, if no one hits me in the nose for a couple months, […]
