Whores Not Bores

Link To The Floating World Class Schedule (full)

2009-08-18T08:21:00.000-07:00

HERE (LINK) is the full class list available to Rockbottom and myself this weekend at The Floating World. I just wanted to give people an idea of what to expect at a BDSM event for the itinerary. The Floating World is expected to be the event on the East Coast for BDSM education.

Untitled(s) More of My Photography

2009-07-22T09:31:00.000-07:00

If It's Bondage Gear You Want On Sale...

2009-07-17T12:57:00.000-07:00

Subshop.com is having a 40% off sale on all of the bondage gear that they carry right now. BUT, heed this word of caution: Most of the equipment sub shop carries is designed for the female submissive bottom. There are pieces that are gender neutral and a few designed for men specifically, but please bare the overall discrimination in mind. One of the best sections in the store is the metal male cock and ball restraint selection, which can be found Here (LINK). There are some killer deals to be found on this site right now, so do yourself a favor and browse it Here (LINK).

Babeland Sale Starting Today

2009-07-17T11:49:00.000-07:00

Babeland is having a great sale this month. By entering coupon code "SUMMER20" you can save 20% off of your entire purchase. Plus, donating $5 to the food drive and entering the coupon code "DONATE" will get you a total of 25% off of your entire purchase, and that means that everything is on sale. The sale is only happening this weekend (July 17th-19th), and I have a few items on my mental wishlist that would endear a few if not many memorable moments should anyone care to ask what they are. So, by clicking the banner above, you will be whisked away to Babeland's food drive sale and bestowed upon the wide array of high quality dildos, male toys, strap on harnesses, vibrators, and myriad of other teasers and pleasers the site offers for grabs. Good Luck.

Red White Blue Bind

2009-07-07T10:09:00.000-07:00

"Binding Farse" Photo taken by me

"Made of Men" Photo taken by me

Initial Fun Time; Camp Leather Retreat

2009-07-07T10:02:00.000-07:00

I've got to get over camp. I've got to get over camp. Ever wonder how to make better friends? It's about getting to know people that you actually like. You know, people that you don't need to live next to, or see every week, or meddle in the lives of, or vice versa. I call these people friends. They are essential to learning about community and what that really defines. I am looking forward to seeing my friends later this month again.

Strong Pussy is an Oxymoron, Boy am I Having a Hell of a Time

2009-06-16T23:21:00.000-07:00

Well, like, holy shit. I have discovered the secret to having a happy sex life- make sure that your dick can get hard before you try to do it with me. That seems logical, right? I consider myself a fair and open minded person. I like math, reading nerdy books, and women's rights. I enjoy biking, swimming, eating out, and photography. I am pretty well adjusted, considering the seemingly insurmountable odds that I've overcome in my life. However, recently, I've admitted that I attract some of the most heinous guys on earth. Yes, even "submissive" ones. You know I hate it when people think that one word defines them, especially "submissive". It's such a funny contest that men play out in the world all around us everyday, in general. When it comes to involving me in a man's life, I would prefer that the dude: not hate women, and not be abusive to me because I understand what it's like to be one. It would also be practical for him not to think that he can read my mind when he fails to ask me that which is essential to gaining the truth of my opinions. In other words, putting words in my fucking mouth is not healthy for anyone, so I don't advise it. This account of deductions has been so repeated, and I am so sanely through with it and the set of morons that live like they have all issues fixed in their minds, if and only if the rest of the world would just tighten up and cooperate with them... End of rant.

Whores Not Wars

2009-06-09T14:43:00.001-07:00

I thought this street art image by iamthequarry on Flickr totally ruled:

AND, it seems the original designer was selling t-shirts on Etsy with the screen print in many different colors.

Who Cares M'bout Y'all

2009-06-05T20:53:00.000-07:00

I really waited too long for this. I need to slow the fuck down and blog a little more I suppose. I've experienced so much since my last entry that by now it's almost pointless to try and cover everything. I hope that at least some are keeping up with me on my Twitter because I'm usually right there with it. With that said, maybe my focus is shifting to more of a photo blog, ya think? I must hate writing or something. The D.C. scene was fucking great last month. I love love love TNG parties. I missed the last Rapture party on accident due to a social holdup and then maybe the locality of the party vs the hotel I was at with Rockbottom. Speaking of whom, I will be doing an extended scene with over the next two days. No details. This one is private before it happens, public after the details are accomplished.

Classic insomnia driven Niteflirters have driven me almost to the brink of insanity a few times with their three and four a.m. calls which nearly always lead to really long conversations about philosophy or life problems. I'm into it except for, Christ's sake, the guy that jerks off in front of his mom, was hitting my limit- and hard at that. I don't think this guy was for real. I don't want to believe what he said. I simply cannot and will not take someone seriously who tells me that their mother holds their chastity key and that he and his father masturbate in front of her when she lets them out. No. No. No.

I like being Mommy, but not that much.

Doomentia; Slave to Your Own Brain

2009-05-03T10:56:00.000-07:00

"RockBlog" Photo Taken By Me, Spanking Done By Me, Bruises Left By Me

Washington D.C. has been good to me lately, and this month I'll be getting a double dose of D.C. plus Baltimore, Philly, and Atlanta for parties, scenes, music, and photography. I'm excited to say the least about my feelings, but since no one really wants me to talk less than I should, I will elaborate on recent past adventures before moving on to the next set.

I have been suggesting recently that I have suffered from a condition known as "Top drop" or "Dom drop". It is a sadness or a depression resulting from acting out a scene, and occurs after the scene is finished and the brain's chemicals re-regulate back to normal functions and occurrences. This adjustment is not always pleasant or easily accomplished, and bottoms who experience the lateral phenomenon of "sub drop" know that normalizing oneself can be painful. I get quite a bit of enjoyment from scening, and letting someone walk out the door after the play time we share gets me down in the dumps. I've found that being around another bottom or a Mistress helps me readjust, but can not make me feel instantaneously balanced. Music is one way I've been experimenting with emotional responses, and listening to music with others is probably my best advice for someone experiencing feelings of "dropping" after a scene. In my opinion, getting over a scene as a lifestyle player is just as important as performing the scenes by themselves. As plans are made to play, plans should be made for recovery. It is a brain cycle that is very intense.

Not too long ago, I had the opportunity to rev up my brain's juices with Rockbottom, Sublime the notorious foot slave, a Violet Wand first timer I'll refer to as J, and oddly enough, two male Tops who experimented with their "other" side on my behalf. The irony of bottoming as a Top is that typically, the infrequent experience lends itself to a much lighter scene than a more relevant experienced sub/bottom enjoys. Needless to say, male Tops are wimpy compared to hardened male sub/bottoms. Would I myself be a wimpy bottom? Probably, but don't let me catch you discussing it. Trying to hide from me will not work either, as my nipples might start tingling to alert me of your present thoughts.

Embark Upon My Separate Musings

2009-04-16T07:45:00.001-07:00

"First Equine Speculum" Photo By Me at 1763

"An Astute Rope Bottom" Photo By Me in My Play Space

That is Creativity, Not a Joke

2009-04-15T20:55:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling exceptionally ponderous right now, so let's dish. I started my educational regime today. That is to say, my self educational regime without college enrolment. Well, that's not necessarily true, as I have been self educating for quite a number of years, but let's just agree that listening to the first seven chapters of Herman Melville's, Typee (audio book, courtesy of Project Gutenburg), and reading a chapter of calculus in a textbook from a personal collection amounted to a supremely lonely day. That may seem to be logical of forgetting to charge my phone, and it being dead for it's own sake all day, but no one ever stops by unannounced nonetheless.

So, my goal is to listen to the rest of Typee before the weekend trip to D.C. with good buddy, Rockbottom. Oh, I cannot wait to get away from rainy Richmond this week. I've got three nights planned, and then a trip to Virginia Beach on Monday and then Tuesday or Wednesday to Virginia Beach again. Rockbottom took the liberty of ordering two sets of boxing gloves, one red and one blue. They look like a lot of fun. I suppose we will do some practice scenes with them over the weekend. I may need to release some extra testosterone, not aggression, mind you.

Speaking of Release, the munch last night was once again, very large. A few nice ladies at my end of the table were talking about being bisexual, which was a hit. I looked up the definition of "generalization" on my Blackberry, and that led to me reading about a few of the many types of generalizations. I believe that generalization is not an appropriate umbrella term for all things said that fall under one category of generalizing, and that actually is probably a fact. So, for anyone who has ever gotten upset, and stereotyped all generalizations as one big generalization, look it up, Here, and follow the proceeding links. There are quite a many interesting definitions to be read and reread through that Wikipedia article.

An Amazon Without Pollution?...

2009-04-14T14:25:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm wiping my blog clean of an Amazon.com wishlist. The book selling behemoth has decided to construe most books written to a queer, gay, lesbian target audience as too "adult" for the public categorical ranking system. In other words, they have defamed noteworthy authors due to the content of their material in ordinance of public scrutiny. I have a new wish list at Alibris.com which can be accessed Here

Passivity Still Begs To Be Caught Dead

2009-04-13T08:04:00.000-07:00

"Pamela Lounging" Photo Taken By Me

"Submissive" as a label is really twerking me off. I don't even feel like explaining it. I like the guys that I play with, session with, scene with. There is, however, this really big extrapolated group of crazies who think that they can claim an identity through a singular adjectival catch phrase. Adding additional catch phrases doesn't really help build up any character either. You know, one could call themself a "submissive piggy slut", but what would that really tell me? Nothing. On the other hand, the value of formal brief, and dare I say VANILLA introductions has plateaued at a level withstanding bullshitters.

Bondage: Is This My Gender Specific Pragmatism At Work?

2009-04-06T11:28:00.000-07:00

Gee, I can't believe that I went through the trouble of ordering raw hemp rope, and it's on extended backorder. Just my luck. Posting these shots I took of a cutie pie who travelled for a visit.

Extreme Anal Play and David Lawrence

2009-03-30T18:31:00.000-07:00

No, I did not stick anything up David Lawrence's behind, but I did watch him do a suspension on a man for the very first time. For those that aren't aware of who David Lawrence is, Shibari Art Photography (link) will reveal his website to you. His fine black and white nude rope bondage portraits are masterful and full of love and character. I'm not too keen to women in bondage personally, but his work in the field is experienced and tasteful. Even I can appreciate it.

Now, he is doing a male bondage project and is going to tie guys for the next eight months and shoot fine portraits of them also. I want to take at least one of my guys if not two or three to be tied and shot by David. Look at his work for his new book, Rebound, the sequel to Bound, David's first fully published book of his work. The man has decades of photography experience under his belt, and his lovely assistant, Slave Judy, to accompany him while he performs his skill.

Judy and David are D/s lifestyle Dom and slave. She is his demo model for his instructional presentations. Needless to say, she gets tied up just about every single day. David's classes (I took all three this weekend at Atlanta Bound), were edgy, creative, and useful. His suspension technique is so easy, and can be used on someone to suspend themselves. I have been known to tie myself up on occasion, and I can't wait to do this one- on myself and on a friend or two.

Aside from learning more rope techniques, I, for the past two days have gotten to do extreme anal play scenes. The man that I played with yesterday had the most stretched ass out of all the stretched asses that I know. After showing me how to use urethral sounds inside his cock hole, I greased up a shoulder length latex glove with some Crisco and penetrated his rear up to my elbow. Yes, I stuck my whole forearm up a man's ass yesterday. Then, I stuck an equine speculum up his rear, and cranked it about half way open. An equine speculum is the instrument that a veterinarian uses to look inside a horse's vagina. The thing was totally fucking huge. As a gift, I got to keep one of my new found friend's "extra" extra large dildos for more anal play...today.

So, this afternoon I got off of the plane from Atlanta and got ready to drive to Virginia Beach to see my buddy, the pilot. The pilot is good looking, late forties (ish), in shape, shaved, and cleaned out for ass action. All I want to do is to use this new huge red dick shaped toy that he dropped off for me at the club in Atlanta this weekend. He lives there, so it was convenient. Today, he was in Virginia Beach waiting for me at his hotel before he had to fly back out. I pull out the new dildo that I revealed was a gift that had gone unused for a few years. Much softer than the big red dick, the new gift was the first of the two to go in the pilot's rear after my black latex gloved fist.

We must have spent a good half hour trying to ream that toy up his ass. The pilot likes it hard and deep. He needed a break, so I start lubricating the new red rubber shaft, and knew as I was getting it ready that we were going to have a few issues. I honestly didn't know if we were going to get the massive cock inside the pilot's ass, but after a few minutes of persistence, I guided in at just the right angle. Sometimes, just sometimes, I love to hear a man cry, but not with Sarah Palin on the t.v. behind me, thinking that she has a shot at the presidency. So, I'm making funny faces in the mirror undoubtedly because I can tell that this cock hurts, and I know that the pilot won't let me pull it out no matter how much he cries. To be continued...

Atlanta Bound this Weekend

2009-03-25T22:11:00.000-07:00

I'll be out of town at another rope event this weekend. Atlanta Bound with David Lawrence and Tatu will put me over the top with new rope experiences, I'm sure. I'm no where near as good of a rigger as David or Tatu, and my photography has a ways to go before I can really say I'm a master of it, but here are a few more recent pics:

I'm still looking for willing victims to model for me, so let's chat if you want to. My Kontactr buttons do work by the way, and are much easier than emailing me. Just click on the buttons below my picture over on the right hand side of the blog and Kontact me.

Up the Dates

2009-03-25T21:55:00.001-07:00

Tonight was fun. I went to the Sex Worker's Art Show with Miss Jane, and got entertained by some brilliant performers. Better than last year, the troupe was performing in front of a much smaller audience this go round, on a mini tour. Erin Markey, theatre goddess, performed another bit of her musical, Puppy Love; A Stripper's Tale. Fucking Hilarious. She gets my vote for most hours spent on a single piece of sex work related performance art. Lorilei Lee read a really beautiful piece of her writing that sounded like an excerpt from a memoir that exhumed details of the life experiences that relate to her seemingly inescapable destiny as a porn performer. All were noteworthy, but I'm too tired to write about them. I picked up some sweet merch. and moved on at the end of the night.

Last night I had to drive back from D.C. really late. I had a weird no call no show this morning. I'll admit that I did not have my shit together. I was at the TNG Sub Club meet up happy hour group. Iowa Senator, Tom Harkin was partying at the same bar with an adjacent private party. Cool beans. There were like seven Pro Dommes hanging out with a bunch of D.C. BDSM scenesters. Unfortunately, the NYC Domme that I really wanted to talk to left early. I did get to chat up with Mistress Tyler, who is extremely nice and intelligent, plus really really gorgeous. I met a new prospect, we hung out almost the whole night. He wants to be my monkey. Ok.

I Can't Shake It

2009-03-20T15:29:00.000-07:00

This is a shot that I took two weekends ago. What a nice guy! There's more where this came from, and I can't wait to get my next roll of film scanned. I should have some more rope by next month, and I'm really excited about the quality of Twisted Monk's hemp. It's worth every penny. A sexy black 30 ft. piece arrived in the mail today. Yes! Fresh! So who is it going to be next?

Singeneering

2009-03-16T21:18:00.000-07:00

I am not addicted to shopping... I am not addicted to shopping... I am not... fuck, damn. Boy, am I excited. Two great anal scenes in one day, and three hours of internet window shopping later, I am almost tired. Great, it's four in the fucking morning. Anyone want to get tied up?

I have become obsessed with my future. Ask anyone. It's true. Yes, it's also true that I think I should pursue an engineering degree. I am also often thinking about BDSM and just how wide open the opportunities are with it. Screw NYC, screw pro dungeons. I dismantled that idea when client interest in Richmond flew through the roof last year. However, I am not irresponsible enough to rely on my clientele and friends forever. I know that I should try to get a vanilla job at some point in my life. The big question is: How will I keep it? The answer is: Work temporary positions, and learn to make multi year commitments.

Commitment is my friend... commitment is my friend.... shit. I lack qualitative commitments in my life. I mean, I have like one or two, that I think I should try to make the most of at least, and this is like, a first. So, I'm hoping that everyone understands that I'm generalizing all my healthy play relationships into one commitment. With as little contact as I have with some of my favorite partners, I see the whole group of them as one relationship that I care deeply about. I think saying that is quality maintenance in the making.

It's My Goddamn Birthday

2009-02-26T10:05:00.000-08:00

I know I didn't make a big fuss, or even give any notice to my readers, but today is my birthday. Ahh. There's nothing like waking up to a kinky phone fantasy, and getting off while the person on the other end of the line has no idea what is going on with this end. I call that pay back. I deserve to secretly rub one out every once in a while, and try to remain somehow dignified while taking calls from kinky pervs. Not a bad morning. Now, if I can just avoid human contact for the rest of the day...

Two Knotty Boys' Double Coin Knot Video

2009-02-24T10:59:00.000-08:00

This will come in handy if you are interested in learning to tie the head cage, featured below (earlier post). Sorry for the silly music.

How it was...

2009-02-23T21:07:00.000-08:00

My new partner in crime, let's call him, Rock Bottom, allowed me to accompany him to the Winter Fire event in D.C. over Valentine's Day weekend. It was a both incredible and yet disappointing through the occasion, but Rock Bottom was no disappointment. Here's a run down of what happened:

Penny Flame's cock sucking class was "WOW". Rock Bottom and I took this one together only after I mandated that he attend Penny's hand job class without me, so I could learn how to handle bad scenes when they happen. The cock sucking class was without a doubt going to be good after what he described as a "jam packed" hand job demo. Not only is Penny a really hot experienced porn star, but she self advocates her ability to, "suck cock like a pro". She was full of crude yet vibrant character, excitability, and yes, cock sucking prowess. Unfortunately for Penny her boy toy demo partner had stage fright and refused to orgasm in front of a room packed with over seventy five people, but I'm sure he really wanted to. She played up the disappointment pretty well, and still got to mess up her face, the "way it should be done".

Amanda Wildefyre cancelled all of her bondage classes due to illness, yikes. Food poisoning? That's the rumor. No one covered her for the classes which was pretty outrageous, and so I experienced a severe lack of bondage instruction over the weekend. Oh, well. I improvised with naughtiness, and tied Rock Bottom up in the hotel room.

Tristan Taormino's BDSM anal play knowledge was elementary. She did know her way around a butt hole, but her demo was too tame. No strap on play? Ok. So, we watched her stick an Aneros plug into a guy's ass while his remained motionless on his hands and knees for about half an hour. It was too conservative.

The burlesque show was definitely under budgeted. Bella Vendetta, the head liner, didn't have an ensemble. A burlesque star in a jersey halter dress is not my idea of entertaining. She got on the floor and got naked. There was no spot light in the ball room for the stage. I could keep going with the complaints, but I'll stop here and now.

Thank God that Femcar let a brain surgeon cut out a piece of a scar out of her for an objectification demo, and saved my whole Dark Odyssey Winter Fire experience. Objectification was by far the most intense class at the event, and to top it all off, the scar was cooked and eaten in her hotel room after the demonstration. I know because, I was there... Need I say more?

Promises, Promises

2009-02-22T17:54:00.002-08:00

I swear on Jesus' fucking grave that I will be writing catch up posts for this month tomorrow. I have so many intense experiences to write about, so be on the lookout. You won't be disappointed...

Meanwhile, if you are bored, check out this free video tutorial, provided by The Two Knotty Boys; How to Tie a Head Cage with Rope

2009-02-09T22:18:00.000-08:00

Taken from the Dark Odyssey Website:
Dark Odyssey: Winter Fire, Downtown, Washington DC. A 3 day journey of sexual exploration for the BDSM, spiritual and creative sex-positivecommunities. Held at a scene friendly, first-class, nationally-known convention hotel in downtown Washington, DC, February 13-15, 2009. Over 800 people will come to explore different areas of alt. sexuality at 50+ workshops. Shop with our vendors. Party in the Saturnalia Ballroom. Get lost in our huge BDSM playspaces. Saturday Night Banquet and Burlesque Show. Three full nights of parties. Early registration rates and hotel promo ending soon - Sign up NOW. Full info at http://www.darkodyssey.com.

Well, you may have guessed it- I'll be there this weekend. For anyone else who is planning on making it, hit me up, and let's see if we can meet.

PS. The Palin pic is a fake, but not by much, only her face. Kidding, but not really.

2009-02-02T00:20:00.000-08:00

Does anyone have a fucking comment for this? Holy F'ing Shit! Only three million votes away.

2009-01-20T18:08:00.000-08:00

2009-01-20T13:29:00.000-08:00

The Crucible is D.C.'s only sex positive private fetish club with play spaces and equipment. The last weekend in February, (the 27th, 28th, and 1st), the venue is hosting Rope Academy with hands down the country's leading rope bondage teachers. I am pleased to announce my personal attendance to this event.

Lew Rubens, who seems to headline all the major rope bondage events, will be there to reunite me with his very skilled, straight forward suspension classes. Lew is a self taught suspension artist that on occasion is refered to as a master of rope suspension. He is much more humble in person than his resume might allow him to be.

Maria Shadoes has been a rope Top and bottom model for various sites, including Lew's and her own, for several years. She has developed a unique style of tying refered to as, Endless Bondage. She will be teaching a class entitled, Bondage for Sex, that I am excited about.

Jay Wiseman, BDSM legal expert, safety man extraordinaire, and author of The Erotic Bondage Handbook, as well as a few other BDSM titles, will of course be teaching his Rough Rope: Bondage, Erotic Torture, and Predicament All in One! class that I missed at last year's Black Rose event. I can't wait to check it out.

A fellow that I have never had the opportunity to take a class from, but have heard good things about, goes by the name, Dov, and will be offering some classes that seem interesting at the Rope Academy. How about Bondage for Punishment and Pain or a Predicament Bondage class?

Click on Either of the Banners to access The Crucible's Website for more information on the club, or the classes. Have a good one.

2009-01-16T00:45:00.000-08:00

Just so no one forgets how sweet I am.

Whistle Blowing and Sex Positive Wishlist Wrestling

2008-12-20T15:38:00.000-08:00

Photo cred: Sex Positive: a Documentary by Daryl Wein

I, Domina Doom, Dominant woman of sound body and mind, do hereby declare that I will negotiate no longer with uninformed adults with access to the sex industry at large. If you aren't sex positive towards yourself, myself, and others, I have thus informed you, the bad client, that I will refuse to entertain your destructive whims and desires. I will waste no more time on basic sexual education that you need to learn on your own. Respect towards women and sex workers falls into this criteria. This statement is not limited to clients, but refers to men, women, and genderqueers in general. Individuals categorizing themselves as "others", such as "slaves", "sluts", and the like are still considered human on this blog, so yes, I am refering to you as well.

In order to be a better informed Mistress, I myself require adequate reading. Only top notch material from the best experts in the field of human sexuality and S/M will do. So, I have celebrated my new found freedom from sex educational slavery by revamping my A-Mazing Amazon wish list. I hope that as adults in kink that we all can collectively fissure an agreement that we need more informative sex time alongside the real action that we are ever so lucky to encounter. My book list features guides to anal sex, rope bondage, control, female dominance, general kinkyness and much more. Take time to buy yourself the gift that keeps on giving; knowledge about sex. If you like, you may buy me a book as well, but the list is really more for those people who need it most. Recently, I've discovered that this group mainly consists of older adults that received highly inadequate sex education and are light years behind where their information basin should have risen to by now. Young adults, and anyone who is or wants to be sexually active or kinky, are encouraged to browse, buy, and learn. For free general (non kink) sex info, see Scarleteen.com

Until the day when educational sex positive information is widespread, we are left to limited resources in print and viewable media of quality.

Vixen Vibrating Mistress Dildo Review

2008-12-16T20:26:00.000-08:00

YES! I love it. The Vibrating Mistress dildo by maker, Vixen, is one of the best insertable toys that I own. Vixen uses a premium grade silicone for all the toys that they make, and their toys are considered "heirloom quality". After washing The Mistress in the dishwasher today for the umpteenth time, and seeing just how durable it really is, I've ranked it as virtually indestructible. However, the bullet vibe that provided the actual vibration busted on about use number four. Certainly, that was disappointing. I had a hard time getting it out of the shaft, and pulling the string too hard popped it apart at the thread that screwed the two halves together. Oh, well, the bullet vibe can be replaced.

I have used this toy on myself, and at least ten males. It's definitely more fun with me and another person, that's for sure. I don't like it as a personal toy to use alone. I think the size and shape are perfect for anal sex, and find it extremely comfortable and smooth. I like the glide and angle it provides in my strap on while I'm trusting a guy from behind, and the length gives me enough room to actually pump hard, and bounce off the back end for more fun, and pounding pressure against my front end. Love it. Love it. Love it.

My next choice of toys from the Vixen line featured at Babeland, are the extra wide Randy, the large and realistic Johnny, and of course the double pleasure ride for both partners, The Nexus Jr.. Check out the new Babeland banner at the bottom of the blog to access the toy store, or click on the toy links in this paragraph.

This pretty much nails it.

2008-12-08T14:20:00.000-08:00

Goddamn Pony X Tumbler and the PonyXpress! I can't get enough art!

Space Girl By Deidre O' Callahan

2008-12-07T18:27:00.000-08:00

Nerds in the house! I love this, and don't have an excuse for why I haven't written a new blog entry. "Blog" isn't even a word recognised by Blogspot and neither is "Blogspot". Whoa with the common sense programming! I started running Ubuntu on my laptop last week and never want to have to use Windows ever again, but I'm going to have to reinstall XP just to get anything done. So, there it is, my real excuse for all my lacking productivity. Self discipline kicking in...in 5...4...3...2...1. Done.

Two Great Anal Scenes This Week, AND It's Only Hump Day!

2008-12-03T14:03:00.000-08:00

Wow, I am exuberant with how this week has started out. On Monday, I had an outcall, and didn't really know what I was in for, but knew that the guy was sane after talking to him on the phone. I wanted to do some light role play, an enema, and then some anal play with possibly a catheter thrown in for some good pain measure. The bottom had seen a pro in New Jersey maybe once or twice. Ok, I thought, you need your limits pushed a little bit. The guy was in great shape, but I noticed a fresh and rather nasty scar scrape on his forehead. It would have been a first general assumption to think that he had been slashed by a broken beer bottle in a bar fight, but I refrained from asking ignorant questions, thank goodness.
So, once I'm in the hotel room, I start unpacking my toy bag and explaining what I brought. I have a lovely steel enema can and as I filled it with warm soapy water (I used a fragrant goat's milk soap), I explained to the bottom what I was doing.

We decided to not to keep him gagged once into the scene because he doesn't really enjoy having things around his neck. That's fine. I explain that he doesn't have to do anything just to entertain me if it's a limit of his. He takes and expels the enema like a fucking champ. I'm thinking "Wow" out loud, and he is embarrassed because he's on the toilet with the door open and funny noises are coming out of his booty. I prepare the bed with a towel, a chux pad, and lay a few anal probes out with some condoms and surgilube. I get the guy situated and into position, and get ready to choose a toy. He tells me to use the smallest one because the biggest thing he's ever had in his ass was a finger. Wow, I think, unbelievable. This is going to be like taking someone's virginity. I have a hard plastic purple anal bead wand with a nice curve and a handle grip on one end. It doesn't have a fancy name, and I haven't seen one around in a while. I get great results with this toy. That unsuspecting guy had the longest hardest prostate orgasm he's ever had, and didn't even have an erection. I'm satisfied with my work, so on to another day.

Yesterday blew. Nothing cool happened all day until I was able to get to the darkroom and print a contact sheet of my sissy diaper baby photos done in black and white. Today, is another victory story. I get a call this afternoon. The standard question,"Do you have time today to see me". Well, yes, as a matter of fact I did, so new bottom number two this week makes it here between two and three. The only thing he asked was if I did any anal play. Yeah, I do anal play I tell him. Once he's close to town he calls to make sure he's not getting lost, and then goes more in depth about the kind of anal he's into. EXTREME. We're talking fisting galore, huge toys, multiple toys, and insertion length up to the size of a forearm; 12+ inches at least. WOW. I am beside myself when he gets here in and reveals his purple thong. We start right off with nothing but anal penetration (his of course). I work my stainless steel prostate milker into his bum, and slide it in all the way. This toy is heavy, and we play with it for almost half and hour. Then, I move onto a really long purple didlo that he brought, and then I double the action with that and a black butt plug that he also brought. After I see how wide he is open in the back with two toys in him, I am confident that I can get my fist in comfortably and without worry. So, here I go, fist is in (with a glove of course). I LOVE the feeling of fisting a guy's ass. It's tight, and grips. I tell him that this is better than someone holding my hand. We really seem to get along famously. I don't want to remove the hand, but I want to see if he can handle me taking it out with a fist. Of course, he can. We move on to attempting a double fisting. Oh, yeah! I almost got both in, and that should impress everyone. This guy's ass was sooo strong. I finished the scene with some inserted fist pumping that drove hime completely nuts! Accomplishment.

Some Vegan Ideas For Meat Lovers During the Holidays, AND I Am a Food Snob

2008-11-23T21:53:00.001-08:00

If you are like me, then we both grew up eating a lot of meat. I ate meat at least twice a day throughout my informative years (which never seem to end). I'll never forget the person who turned me on to veganism and vegetarianism, although we are really not that close anymore. I picked up a meat free diet with ease, and then started weening myself from dairy products subsequently to be more "sustainable", healthy, and eco conscious. No, I don't have a psychodramatic animal rights pledge for my friends and blog followers to sign, or a petition to ban cruel food in Richmond, but foie gras was made illegal to sell and serve in restaurants in the city of Chicago a few years ago, and that is huge.

I read that Oprah went vegan for 21 days this year, and then checked out the blog she wrote during her three week clense. She liked it. However, Oprah has personal chefs and assistants to get her through the day, but she does blog about cooking and feeding for herself a few times, which means that anyone can learn to cook and eat a vegan meal.

It's not as foreign as some people think, even if you are eating ethnic foods which vegetarians and vegans tend to adore based on the adaptation of meals without meat or dairy, due to the lack of each in some countries. Many places in the world have to create vege and vegan dishes as part of daily meal preparation. The people don't have a choice. So, now is the part where everyone is expected to feel guilty over Thanksgiving turkey and Christmas ham, right? No. Guilt created resentment and retaliation against change and new ideas, thoughts, patterns, and worst of all, food, forever. Yes, people fight food, not just to eat it, but to not eat good food. Do I personally believe killing is part of human nature? I answer YES. People evolved to kill things, including each other.

So here's my suggestion for small changes to your holiday reportoire. Try acknowleging whether what your eating is vegan or vegetarian. Get a feel for how many dishes have meat or dairy in them. Then try to do your own meal math. Just count how often you eat meat and dairy, in a day, in a week, in a month. Next try to count all the meals or dishes you eat without any meat or dairy at all. For most people, there is a huge gap in vege/vegan and non vege/vegan dishes and meals. I grew up like that. Meat and/or dairy at every single meal was the standard without question. Do I still enjoy a good bite of meat, cheese, eggs, and/or fish occasionally, YES, I do. For me, it is important to bridge the gap. Now, don't get me wrong, I am hardcore when it comes to grocery shopping. Over ninety percent of the food that I buy is vegetarian, and about seventy five percent of it is totally vegan. That means that three out of four meals that I eat are completely fucking vegan. I may have given a different percentage earlier in my blog, but these figures are still accurate.

The fastest vegan way to an omnivore's heart? Sweets. Vegan sweets are a-mazing, and a brilliant way to splurge, but to watch your cholesterol, fat, and sometimes sugar intake. Vegans tend to use natural substitutes for white sugar like liquid fruit juice, maple syrup (the real stuff), agave nectar, applesauce, and brown rice syrup. Eggs can also be replaced in almost any style dessert recipe with bananas, powdered egg replacer (that's what it's called), or a concoction of some other trade secrets. Point being, vegan goodies are so much better for the sweet lover, than conventional sweets, really, they could prevent diabetes in some cases. I have type II diabetes on both sides of my family, caused by poor eating habits. My family is weird about food.

Therefore, meat and dairy are my boundaries, not hard limits, but definitely boundaries that I don't exceed. I find myself easily addicted to sugar, caffeine, and carbs, which is bad, bad, bad. Even when I cut out the bread for a week, coffee for a few days, and sugar for a few hours, I find that I am searching for something, and will eventually give into a craving. I find it better to make that craving vegan, like vegan ice cream (mmm, so fucking good), a vegan cinnamon roll from Ellwood's, gggoooood sustainable coffee with raw sugar or agave nectar, organic chocolate, ginger chews, and on a good day, a piece of fruit, a Cliff Bar, a fresh juice or smoothie, or just a peanut butter (or even better cashew butter) and jelly sandwich (no added sugar in the jelly or preserves). I've been an avid food label reader for years, literally. I read every single label on every single thing that I buy. It's a total obsession.

My favorite online veg and vegan resources:
The Post Punk Kitchen (LINK)
Vegan Action (LINK) Vegan Action is a nonprofit organization currently based in Richmond, Va
The Rhizome Collective- Urban Sustainablity Collective (LINK)

My Sissy Diaper Baby Girl- Photos By Me, taken 11/15/08 (Last Saturday)

2008-11-21T16:44:00.001-08:00

Out of Respect... Or Assholes That Are Full of Shit ARE Fucking Amusing

2008-11-19T19:09:00.000-08:00

So, whenever a 'missive is to obviously wasting my time and leading me on I like to pretend to be well, really nice and caring. Take for instance, Spanky (name changed to protect his kids), from Philly. Dude claims he owns an air freight company, was married to a Dominatrix, has two daughters that live with him because "mommy is off being a child... and they need thier mommy". Ok, wow, I had to follow this guy along for the ride because- A: Not many guys can make some shit like that up, and B: He called himself a "stud muffin", which I thought was fucking hilarious. So let's see here, oh yeah, Vegas. This was the guy that claimed he was taking me to Vegas this week. Riiight! Got me all excited and told me that he booked a suite at the Mirage, and that he had gotten me a plane ticket. I believed it... for about three days. Then I knew I wasn't going anywhere whether he had booked a trip or not. Sometimes you just have to run with your intuition. So this same poor man cancelled on me, um, what was it, like three times!? I was going to drive from fucking Richmond to Philly for like an hour long session for Christ's sakes, and I turned down other 'missives for those plans. I'd say all in all, the guy cost me about $1000 this month.

The texts he followed with tonight when I told him to "stop pussyfooting"... "about Vegas" out of nowhere were to die for; classic stupid male ego Dominant rhetoric. AMAZING how some guys act just like the last guy that pulled the same, you guessed it, stunt. Does he think he's original with this crap? So fucking typical, it's too bad I can't get enough of myself when men are this retarded. I mean, I will keep on talking shit forever if someone keeps responding to it.

Now the this was different than the crazy guy who built the website, obviously. This guy has no smarts about anything technical whatsoever. However, he is a male Dom posing as a submissive with an otherwise "weird" fetish that he never really fully explained. So, what's his thing? He, like many men who have contacted me, are trying to test my limits with extreme bullshit. How gullible am I, naieve, or otherwise submissive am I etc. etc.? As highly unethical, insane, nonconsentual, and dishonest this form of play is, they still do it.

What do these men have in common? They are on the outskirts of any REAL tangible part of the BDSM community. They may show thier faces at an event or convention occasionally, but the real deal is this- No one likes them, and no one cares about them. The sad thing is that instead of getting over it, they feel sorry for themselves, and then keep on fucking with the likes of female Dominants who are just trying to make a living. In Spanky's case he gets wasted all the time which has wound up costing him his driver's licsense. Is he coked out too? Probably.

Another identifying characteristic of these 'types' are the verbally abusive temper tantrums that can concure in the presense of stress or conflict that thier actions have pressed to the cause of the drama or mayhem. I'm seriously doubtful that they ever show gratitude for anything nice anyone ever does for them. I for instance was EXTREMELY supportive and nice to this guy more than ONCE. He was very avoidant and didn't really like to talk on the phone, but kept making text message references to me moving to Philly and even moving into his house because he liked me so much. All things aside, if this guy thinks that I can really believe any of the wild ideas he has, then he's more into age regression than he thinks I am because, shit, I don't believe anything a 'missive is promising until it's right in front of me, and even then, I may need to see something in writing, and these dudes aren't writing blogs or contracts involving me that are noteworthy, true, or tangible.

I Do Hate Richmond

2008-11-16T20:29:00.000-08:00

I didn't want to complain too much about life on this blog for some reason, but with that attitude, people are more willing to make things harder or more miserable than they have to be for me, so here goes.

I don't really like this town at all. What a stunner that really is! I feel like Miss Jane and I are laying brinks for the foundation of a young kink community that may become an integral part of the more 'normal' fetish scene here. Like, whoa, it's ok to be a Dominatrix?!! In Richmond?!! Why do it? Why be the only ones? Because the ones who could be, besides us, don't have access to information that they need in order to do it right.

We are pros, but not experts at everything. We work for money. We charge for kink. We like to be pampered and spoiled and not have to worry about buying things we like. BUT, we like to learn too, and learn from the REAL pros in the industry.
So what is it with the 'normal' kinkster disdain of the pro lifestyle? Why would people think it was wrong or bad? I for one have mentioned my relationship history a few times on my blog, and let me repeat, it sucks. No, I don't have a passionate beautiful history of dating men and becoming involved in the 'lifestyle' through loving caring relationships, or even friendships. Most of my kink experience has been pro. Is that bad of me? Does it lead me to expect too much from people?

People who do become integrated into the scene, do look down on others who struggle with thier sexual bouts and identities. People in the scene in Richmond, feel guilty about sleeping with people, as in promiscuity. Most of the the young 'lifestylers' here, are really really conservative. I'm not trying to blame anyone for someone feeling leftout because they can't seem to find a happy relationship, but damn, if it weren't for Release Link, I would have given up on the thought that real poly couples who care about us single folk even existed. Last night's Release party was really nice. I saw some really kinky stuff happening, and it was a completely nonjudgemental environment. I really enjoyed myself, until I realized that my partner in crime, was waaay too drunk to play, and that it was too late to avoid drama. I've been feeling depressed all day. I hate the way I felt all day.

And here's more of the ongoing depressing rhetoric-
It's really difficult to be labeled a sex worker of any kind in Richmond. And if you call yourself one, but don't have sex for money, then you are just asking to be frowned upon and looked at down someone's nose. I am a kinkster. I am a sex worker. I am offended in Richmond.

Whose Cock Will It Be Tonight?

2008-11-11T10:20:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure about you, but MY plans get cancelled all the time. So, tonight is my official night off from Domination and the Supreme Arts of Womanhood. I will get a chance to go back to the darkroom at the community college and just work on some photos. I sent a Twitter yesterday about picking up some rubber supplies, and boy did I. I will probably come home tonight and work on some of those projects as well. I'm going to make myself a neoprene waist cincher, a reinforced rubber sling (for suspension), restraint cuffs, and basic belt restraints. I'm on a hunt for some locking buckles, so if anyone knows where to find any, drop me a line. They are hard to come by. (No I did not take the pictures of the cocks fighting). Hmmmm...

Chronically Single?!

2008-11-07T17:59:00.000-08:00

I have a feeling after watching Jaiya describe tantric sex as "love play" while rolling around naked with her partner over and over again on the Liberator.com instructional videos about how to use thier sex shapes and furniture that I am chronically single, and seriously not into relationships. At least I have a mind to still get sex educated. It may possibly be too late to save my love life, I mean I'm not really raising any white flags here, and I have a knack for finding something wrong with EVERYONE.
Luckily, it's the first Friday of the month and the art walk is featuring a band right outside on the sidewalk playing super hero themes. It makes me feel like one, especially since I found myself at the comic book store today, trying to get a copy of Iron Devil special ordered. Oh, I just threw in the wonderful Lady Death cover for the sake of everyone's enjoyment. Lady Death is my FAVE! There are more great cover scans at LadyDeath.net.

So, How Does Everyone Think That My Ass Would Look in That Girdle Down Below?

2008-11-05T20:10:00.001-08:00

Yep, I really want the girdle, and you've probably guessed it, I have ZERO in PayPal, and no bank account. Yes, I closed my account months ago before the financial bullshit scare. Why? Honestly, I'm not really into banks, and credit, and bank account summaries, nor the thought of losing my money.

Check down the right hand column for an addition to the Sex Industry Blogs and Peeps. Violet Blue is pretty cool. I mean a woman with her kind of experience is way more amazing than any conservative or leftist feminist around these parts, if you get my drift. Yeah, ok, I wish I was her, but that's a good thing.

I've been super peppy about blogging lately, AND it just might be because Miss Jane has FINALLY broken down and started a blog of her own, DUH! She is my ONLY follower to this blog, (see new widget at the bottom of the right hand column). Her blog LINK. Miss Jane and I attended the Black Rose event this past weekend, and she wrote an outstanding article about her experience. Here is the Black Rose LINK

For those of you that didn't know, The Black Rose is a great big BDSM and Kink group based out of Washington D.C. It rocks, they even have a kinky summer camp event.

Last weekend, I got some good education from a couple of professional riggers, Lochai and Lew Rubbins were teaching classes on speed bondage and suspension. They both work for Kink.com doing different websites and have personal pages of interest as well. Lochai's bondage photography and links can be found HERE and Lew, the man behind BoundAndDetermined.com is found right HERE

Just One Quick Think

2008-11-05T10:11:00.000-08:00

Oprah Winfrey. Any ideas as to how much Obama campaign credit came from the only African American woman with more money than God? Do we or will we ever have those figures? Probably not. Did anyone see pictures of her celebrating in the crowd during last night's speech? Whew! Now, I don't have a television (or a microwave), so I haven't caught any of Oprah's recent shows. Has anyone seen her dropping hints about money lately? She likes to drop hints sometimes, and sometimes just the opposite, will act totally obviously like she knows something, but won't say anything about it. I may not enjoy her show, or agree with her spending habits, but I'm a big Oprah fan. I'm not part of the "cult" or anything, I don't buy the things she recommends, but I can still like some of her attitudes. I think that if it weren't for her, singlehandedly, Obama may not have won the election.

Some New Trickery Of My Own, Just To Get What I Want

2008-11-04T23:20:00.001-08:00

OOOOOHHH. There is a fabulous girdle maker out of the UK selling her wares on Ebay (Link to her store). Dark Ladies Wear is quality and exciting fun, so like me. Let's see who the lucky one will be when they get to see me in one of these fine girdles.

So, if that picture isn't making you all think of oh, I don't know, maybe some ass worship while making your cocks a little bit harder, then you might have erectile dysfunction. I have a slave with erectile dysfunction. Oddly, he can fall asleep during a moderately intense caning of his balls. I know, it's strange, but a lot of things are.

I have been going over the dirty possibilities in my mind for how far I should push myself as a pro. You know, the kind of to do or not to do list of things that I am faced with. Oh the barrage of questions from random bottoms and slaves, "Can I lick shit off of your ass", "Will you let me clean you with my tongue", "Will you force me to orally please You, as it pleases You", HUH?

Ok, No. Is that clear? No, not really. So, no, just no, no, no. Does saying "no" make me less dominant? The answer; no. I don't think so. But I'm feeling extrodinarily fiesty right now, and would absolutely LOVE to hear some opinions about this. If you are a male or female, regardless of label or orientation in BDSM and you have an opinion about whether women who don't engage in sexual activity with men for the sake of the sexual dominance in a scene, are in fact, less DOMINANT, then bring it on. Because boy, do I LOVE being a Fucking Bitch to you people. I mean, I've spent months doing it with some, so even if you think you are my friend, just come on, and let me know what you really think. I'm sure that everyone else here would like the opportunity to understand your point of view.

The fact of the matter is, that I took the hard road to get where I am now. Success, was not handed to me politely, and let's just leave it at that. Slave or no slave, bottom or no bottom, males need to remember how to respect not only a woman, but a stranger in a different situation than thier vanilla girlfriends might have. I cannot be compared to a vanilla friend in someone's life. I don't even have a real vanilla life. I never really did. I've never seen one function successfully, that is out of my realm, my reach, and my circumference. Yes, some girls that I knew once, lead normal vanilla lives, but do they associate with me anymore? No. It's great to go out in my lavender running shorts and pink tshirt and try to explain to everyone that I meet that I'm a Pro Domme. It's no short wind of surprise. It's more like a really long drawn out confusing mental assortment of questions everyday people are afraid to ask, and that's perfectly fine.

So Creepy AND Awesome, You Should Be Impressed (Click on Image to See Full Size)

2008-11-04T10:40:00.000-08:00

Watain @ Jaxx, Springfield, Va 10/31/08

Boy, I've Come a Long Way

2008-11-01T11:54:00.000-07:00

Last night's show was phenomenal. I will never forget it. Watain set up the stage with a mike stand wrapped in bones and dead rodents, skins, and roadkill pieces. They had candelabras with small rotting skulls adorning the stage, which to mine and the rest of the front row's delight, kept catching on fire. The club didn't allow them to spray any blood in the club. Ok, but, the smell was still intense enough to get the crowd really roused during the show. Great, because there truthfully weren't that many people there. Oh well. I had less of a struggle getting my photos taken.
I did however, turn around just in time to see a big monkey dumb ass throwing punches and totally smack a really decent guy in the face with one. His girlfriend was bummed out, and pretty much had her night ruined because of the ignorance.
Continuing, I was so close to the stage that the singer's spat kept hitting me in the face, so I kept one foot on the stage (it's knee height) and sort of did a sideways lean over the guard rail.
I ran into a lovely fellow that I had met on Collarme.com, and boy, what a cutie.
After the show, we had to discuss whether Watain had smeared shit (manure) on themselves. They smelled like they did. I mean they were putrid. It was so great.

Fawn Tooth'd Skull

2008-10-30T22:26:00.001-07:00

fawnjaw2s, originally uploaded by mistressstephanieva.

What the hell, I feel like sharing. This is a picture I took a few years ago in The Great Dismal Swamp, North Carolina. It is a fawn skull's jaw line. See, I'm am good at photography.

HandMade Spats on Etsy

2008-10-30T20:23:00.000-07:00

These are a member of a collection you can find at this Link to Ashes and Empires

But Bitch-ums! I want to play with you.

2008-10-30T15:05:00.000-07:00

I recieved a new cord for my laptop. Yay.
Plus, things are really taking off, now that I'm on Eros.com. I guess it's official, I'm a Professional Dominatrix. I've had a great time this week with everyone who has come by to see me. AND, thankfully, I'm still able to go to the Black Rose event this weekend in DC.
In other groundbreaking news, the maker of www.whoresnotbores.com has disabled his attempt to slander me. Darn, just as I completely got over it. I was having some fun directing people to it, and mentioning his first name, and his Collarme.com profile around town. Oh, yeah, people know what he did. Do I need a misogynist switch trans wannabe? NO. Things are really great without his sessions, better for me. I can do more of what I want now. Oh, AND I AM.
I get to see a crazy Black Metal Band on Halloween. I got a press pass to take photos of them. I'm really stoked. That type of band photography was made impressive by Peter Beste, who rose to the top of music genre photography with his True Norweigen Black Metal photo book. Peter is making underground hiphop documenting a noteworthy career as well. I hope that my shots come out, and that I can send him some good ones to look at.
I hope to see some of you on Saturday at BR! Give me a call if you'll be in DC.

More Pictures, If I Weren't Busted

2008-10-23T08:37:00.000-07:00

I PROMISE, as soon as I get my laptop up and running, more pics are coming to the blog. It could take WEEKS!!! AHHHHH!!!!

The Night My Laptop Broke Was Like Technology Fighting Itself Right Alongside Nature

2008-10-22T12:48:00.000-07:00

I had quite an interesting time on Sunday night. I speak for a new experience that not many people will ever have the privelege of owning, and that is to learn needle play from a male virgin slave. I discovered the same night, that the Violet Wand I was keeping AND my laptop both have power supply issues, and neither is working properly. DARN! So, just as I was in the middle of REALLY writing two new book reviews for a post, my battery quite recieving power and slowly faded. Later, I turned on the Violet Wand only to witness a weak piss stream of purple light that wouldn't have phased a newborn infant. Even turning the knob all the way up didn't make any light shoot out of the probes. Boo Hoo. Luckily, the online retail giant where the Wand was purchased, will replace it, AND my laptop is still under warrenty, so I have a new AC cord being shipped. Also, my slave who was teaching me needle play took initiative and ordered me a new laptop battery. So now, all I've got to do is wait, but I hate waiting.

Gluing Latex, and Dressing a Sissy Maid

2008-10-17T19:46:00.000-07:00

Gluing latex is such a pain in the ass! You have to avoid rippling it because the glue makes the edges curl. The shorter the seam the better.

A wonderful man has chosen to dress as a sissy maid for me this evening. She has helped me organize my fabric, and take care of a few necessary tasks around my playroom. We will be playing again, as I need slaves in order to get anything done around here.

Another Vintage Smut Photostream on Flickr.

2008-10-15T19:12:00.000-07:00

Cut It Out You Guys

A Letter I Just Sent To Mistress Matisse

2008-10-11T20:13:00.000-07:00

I'm referencing a blog here,*Mistress Matisse's Blog Link*, that you should check out before trying to understand this letter I sent.

Dear Mistress Matisse,

I'm happy to seek an agreeable point of view with you and to know that you are a woman of reason who seems to want to bring a healthy debate to the table. I for one think that it is unrealistic to EVER form an opinion that cannot be swayed in order to see the realm of other possibilities as they pertain to other individuals in other circumstances.

I myself, like you, have NEVER recieved health care benefits from an employer, but I'm certain our job histories differ even though we both cannot really site lasting employment anywhere. I personally, chose to be a sex worker, and like you I am a Dominatrix. I exclaim that you were dead on the money with your retort to the Wired.com comment about Sarah Palin being like a Dominatrix. If the point Wired made was to say that to be politically involved with John McCain in any way (male or female) that you have to be his "brand of whore", then ok, I'll disagree with you on that and say that she is sort of like a Dominatrix. A Dominatrix can be called a sex worker (whether or not they have sex with clients). Let's venture to say that she is the newest addition to his political team of arm candy, or right wing sex workers, taking the position alongside his trophy wife. Unlike Sarah Palin, Dominatrices do not bear retarded children, and politically gain the country's VP chair furthered by BP, but in this day and age, they may revert to having sex for money with clients just to buy gas at the pump. I cannot think of a better political stunt (untrue) than to be John McCain and to surround yourself with "hot" women and try to maintain a stance that they are somehow empowered through the same political views as you. How obvious is it that he just wants to be "the fucking man", or what?. I'm sure you've heard this view or similar view before, but if not, then I'll write to you more often.

Ok, so about rights and health care, health care is a need, in my eyes. The health care system is set up to only provide affordable service to those with insurance, or government assitance, or who can pay exhorbitant bills out of pocket, except in cases of free clinics. I don't believe that instances of need are entitled to be exemplified as rights. Keeping the two separate is a good sign of superior organizational skills and will subsequently allow SOME people to see that some OTHER people are concerned with getting the basic needs met of those who cannot provide for themselves. People born with disabilities, conditions, diseases etc. that require extra ongoing health care just need it, plain and simple, they have a physically justifiable NEED for health care they might not be able to provide through themselves or a family member. The woman giving birth to a child NEEDS health care to bear it successfully and safely, OR she instead, NEEDED to get an abortion at a health care clinic that would provide the health care to terminate the pregnancy.

The monumental task of creating a system of empathy towards other human beings by expressing that we all have the same basic needs that are met or that are not met is my point here. We all need food, shelter, clothing and health care to survive, but those things cannot be called rights. They are necessities to everyone's survival that must in some way be worked for collectively to produce the goods. Whether or not other people work to provide some individuals' needs is irrelevent to the question of whether or not those needs are rights. They aren't. Just because Sarah Palin didn't have an abortion, does not automatically insure rights to the specialty health care that her daughter needs in order to survive, but she has the right to be handicapped and then subsequently have her needs met. The context that Obama used "right" to describe health care (I'm taking a stab in the dark here) was that people in this country are allowed to seek health care, health care providers have a right to offer it, and that if people can provide whatever it takes to obtain it, that they can't be discriminated against based on race or other rights that they have or maybe, should have. People have the right to be the race that they are and not be turned down for their needs based on that.

So, just as Palin and her husband don't really have a right to live off of money made in the Alaskan oil industry, they need it, they are allowed to make it (although that doesn't make it a right), and meet thier baby's health care needs. Money is a need also, but different than the actual sustanence that keeps people alive, and still not a right. Rights are granted so that people can have the same opportunities to ensure thier survival by getting basic needs met, right? Even healthy people need health care, but they are better equipped to obtain it than unhealthy people, right? Or am I lost? Republicans don't always think that people have a right to survival on this earth, especially, if in all fairness, it means, granting more rights to more people in this country, but traditionally they believe we have the right to be born just to see if we can make it on this earth or not. Who does care if genetics make life unbearable or unecessarily and extremely difficult? Even if the person wasn't born unhealthy, thier race, ethnicity, or nationality are killing factors due to the denial of certain rights, even in America. Maybe Palin does care about physical, genetic disadvantage as an individual mother, but that doesn't insure that the country's needs will be met based on her giving her child the right to live a handicapped life. I take note that her mentally handicapped child will be provided for by the oil companies who will continue to tax the lives of Americans from here to kingdom come, taking more out of pocket than is necessary, and hurting our health, that we need in order to survive, which sends the wrong message to your average working person. Oil kills people, so does Palin, and the kid doesn't prove otherwise, but I think everyone sees the ironic and politically abrasive analogy here about people who depend on petroleum oil to survive. On all sides it is DUMB to do it, and it won't sustain itself or you.

D. Doom

RED is my safeword, and I'm using it, "RED" It seems as though the creator...

2008-10-07T12:12:00.000-07:00

Of WhoresNotBores.com is still reading my blog daily. If you don't like me, get off my blog! I don't take negative comments lightly, and if I have to file a harrassment lawsuit against the forementioned idiot, who took it upon himself to create a slanderous website about me then fine, that's what I'll do. Read my safeword, RED, this is not a fucking game. RED, so stop fucking harrassing me by reading MY blog if you don't like me. RED RED RED RED.

I wasn't going to do this but....

2008-10-07T09:46:00.000-07:00

There is a site that has been up for quite a while that attempts to slander me and my blog. A former client with an alias that he uses on a popular BDSM personals sight made it after we went to Atlantic City together back in late June. He had the URL posted on his profile on the BDSM personals site that we are both members of still. He has since, taken it off of his profile. I cannot stress how important it is for sex workers to keep up a viable reputation in order to stay in business. It does however put them in a very vulnerable position to be manipulated into doing things they don't want to do in order to avoid client reprecusions such as WhoresNotBores.Com. Please note that I did not authorize the making of this site that uses my blog name as an address. Go ahead and have a look at what a switch bottom is capable of when he forgets that he has gone back on his word.

Tell Me This Shit Doesn't Subliminally Scream, "Hurt My Nuts"...Check Out Hellwitch- Torture Chamber! x 2!

2008-09-30T12:08:00.000-07:00

New Suspension Bondage Possiblilities For Me, AND the Secret Lives of Married Kinksters- Sans the Significant Other, Oooh, Gasp!

2008-09-28T21:11:00.000-07:00

So, I've come to the conclusion after several months of debate- the beam across the length in my apartment IS strong enough to support the weight of a human body. Naturally, if the beam was constructed of metal, I would have been more apt to just go ahead and learn how to suspend bottoms from the top of my place, BUT it's made out of wood, and the wood is OLD and dry (but not too dry). Safety has been a top priority since the first time I ever gave a strapon session as a top (that's how I got my start). So to celebrate my discovery, I've taken a visit to Twisted Monk's Site, and I've decided to generate an investment of QUALITY ropes and steel. I'm interested in bar, cuff, and mitt suspension also, but more into ropes at the moment. Now off on a tangent note...

I've taken great care of my subbies, for the most part. I will cut in after making such a bold statement in a not-so-perfect retort that married guys are mentally harder to take care of when they are unhappy with thier personal lives that lack kink. So, I'll admit, we don't always mesh well if you can understand what I'm getting at. Seeking pro services in secret takes a lot of trust, trust in me. It also requires skin tight communication with me and impecable character, to pull it off smoothly. I just wanted to add that, so all my male readers start to try to think about how their personal lives affect me, in the type of work that I do here. No, it's not cheating to see me for a session. I KNOW not everyone agrees with that, but realisticly, it's not. However, women are JEALOUS, generally more jealous than men, but not as aggressive towards anger and physically dominant control or violence of men as men are of women overall. So, as a Mistress, I seek to inform and enlighten MEN (due to thier particluar interest in me) that if they seek kink for thier relationships at home, to keep trying by asking questions and getting to know your wives better. Please, don't take this the wrong way. Women are more open minded than you may think, they just need a little prodding (no reference to my cattle prod) and nudging, gentle nudging.

Really, don't give up on the one's you love, overall it's not as big of a deal as you probably think it is. I believe literature helps warm ideas up in the minds of women more than poor husband communication that is all but complex to them. Face it fellas, your wives know you better than you know yourself sometimes, don't they? Ultimately, it IS about sex for you, but doesn't have to involve sex, right? Although really, it does involve sex, and guys have a HARD time convincing even themselves that they aren't just looking for new ways to screw women, all the time (being in ego denial does NOT count!).

The real work of the secretly kinky and married guy is in how sincerely he wants to kindly, emphasize kindness, involve thier significant other into GASP! thier fantasies. That is hard to do for a man, but not quite as intimidating for a woman. Men are not built to use gentle persuasion, but they soon realize that to be civil is important and sane, and I emphasize the biology of this. It takes effort, and work, and tactical strategy to really convince a woman that you want to empower her with your submission, and convince her that she really can have control of you, and that you will let her explore the artistic side of sexual dominance with you, without you doing or wanting anything "nasty" from her. With that said, my suggestion is to make your attempt efforts as humorous as possible. Be creative, and joke on her pet peaves. Start to be obedient in a fun lighthearted way. Show her you really care about not taking it all too seriously. Attitude is the key to getting what you want in life. You already do it and know it. Just remember that kink is no different than anything else that you HAVE to work for.

Castration is NOT the Answer, So Don't Ask Me To Do It To Your Balls. I Like Balls.

2008-09-27T18:44:00.000-07:00

Rude Boy Review

2008-09-26T11:07:00.000-07:00

So, I recently aquired a Rude Boy, male anal prostate toy. I have begun to think of it as a U-Lock for the anus due to it's shape. It's supposed to be some kind of revolutionary idea. But anyway, it's actually "iffy" with me. I figure after using it on five different submissives with mixed results that I should give my readers a clear picture of this toy, and the different possibilities that they may encounter with it, me, or both.

The Rude Boy has a nonremovable bullet vibe, which I don't like. I like to remove bullet vibes from toys and make them more versatile. The toy has an odd shape, pleasing for some, but not all. It offers pain if inserted too quickly, and can put too much hard pressure on the prostate. I've had one incredible experience using this toy. It was the first time I used it. My submissive was stimulated, in sub space, without a hard-on, and really feeling the sensation that the male P-Spot has to offer. He really loved it, and did not need any other kind of release, something I'll touch more on as time progresses.

I've used it one other time successfully, and three times not quite as successfully. The prostate is facinating to me, and I take male sex toys quite seriously. They can be expensive, like the Rude Boy or even worse, The Nexus Vibro, and therefore I hate for people to just go and read user reviews at some sex toy store online, where the toy is likely to be used on only one person, two at the max before an opinion is given.

If you want to try this toy out for yourself, contact me to make arrangements. I want to encourage all my subbies to buy anal toys for themselves, but if they are feeling apprehensive due to the sizes (size matters to guys too!), and shapes, and prices, jeez, then I'm here to offer my knowledge of toys that I have, and to possibly lend them a hand. Pun intended.

After Fixing That Nasty Typo...

2008-09-14T09:08:00.000-07:00

Whew, I hope I am forgiven for my clumsy dexterity, and lazy corrective eye. Well, at least typos can be fixed, whereas, words said cannot be erased. Something to shed some light on would be last night's headlining comedian at The Funny Bone in Richmond. Goddamn, John Mutherfuckin' Morgan aka "The Ragin' Cajun", BLEW ME AWAY. I have never, repeat, NEVER been so inspired by offensive humor in my life. Anyone out there who likes to joke on redneck politics has got to look up to this guy, even if you don't even know who he is. I'm serious. You can listen to samples of his material on children, marriage, and strip clubs Here.

And if that's not enough to satisfy the "nasty man" in you, I've found a wonderful website devoted to FREE picture galleries of classic enema (girl on girl) sessions. Wonderful, see Classic Enemas. It's retro ass pics galore with lots of full nudity: FOR FREE.

Enjoy Your Ass

Viki's Chest Harness, Decorative

2008-09-12T14:02:00.000-07:00

Rejaculating in MyNastySpace

2008-09-12T13:24:00.000-07:00

Think of this as my mental ejaculation wet nap trashcan. Mmmm, thinking that way probably makes some of you a little bit hungry, squeemish, or both. Well, toying around with ideas like metaphors has made me giddy lately. So, I'm going to just spit them the fuck out at you whenever possible, even if your feeble creativity can't make sense of my humor. I know what I mean, and that's all that matters.

Hey, um, by the way, I need those subbies out there reading this to drop me a line if I haven't heard from you in a while. I want to play, but need YOU to TELL me, yes, TELL me that you want to play too. It's easier that way. Don't leave requests as comments, just email me, whores.not.bores@live.com , and TELL me that you want to get together for a session. I WILL make it happen. All I need is a little effort from you. That's all, just a little bit.

Creative Jitterbug and the Return of Artistic BDSM

2008-09-02T09:47:00.000-07:00

Well, on a personal note, I for one, have been really acting up lately, and I keep getting butterflies in my stomach over writing. I know I've neglected my blog in the last month, but I really had a lot going on with me. So, I've decided not to set my sights too high for the moment, since I will be getting a professional website this month.

Does anyone else out there see BDSM as a real form of art? Performance art, skill, technique, costume, problem solving skills, and humor all play a big part in my work. I take what I do very seriously, and have decided to coin a name for myself, other than my real one, for creative license. Those of you who have been to my apartment know that I am enraptured in an array of artistic projects, hobbies, and ventures on a "just in case I get bored" basis. Well, the good news is that those little projects are coming together quite nicely in fact. One thing leads to another, and before I know it, I'm being productive. Unfortunately, I've had a lot of extra time due to lack of submissive participation in playtime. Now, I'll admit that I've "grounded" a few of you recently. I know, it hurts. So maybe I've started digging my own grave, or maybe not. I need all you guys to put down your shovels and let me dig my way out of this mess that I've seemed to create so miraculously. Communication is something that just about everyone has a problem with at times, so let me put it frankly, there will be NO oral contact with my perianal or vaginal regions by you, whatsoever.

I have not amassed my celebate lifestyle just to sell it away for a skinny bankroll, and believe me, I've been offered more than average Joe can even afford to think about, but have always turned down the offer. No offense, but damn if that's all some of you guys are looking for, then get a FUCKING PROSTITUTE.

Now, for the fun stuff. I, have recently orded some very interesting and fun new toys. I am currently in search of experienced medical play tops or bottoms that have learned the skill of sounding. I have now, aquired a curiously large set of Van Buren urethral sounds. This type of instrument is not meant to be used by just any novice. I understand that I must be shown how to handle these sounds in order to play safely and sanitarily. Second, I have now, a rather large lot of fire cups. Twenty four to be appropriate, and exact. Cupping is less complicated than sounding, and I am pretty sure with enough practice, I can learn these on my own.

So get a clue already, I like medical fetish, and I want the latex Doctor's coat on my wishlist. I want you to order it for me. Yes, you! I can't think of anything sexier, and to me, it blows any sort of naughty nurse fantasy out of the water. I'm not against the nurse thing completely, but come on, how many latex lady doctors have you ever seen?

I've decided that I'm dedicated

2008-08-18T07:31:00.000-07:00

I have carefully reviewed the restaurants around my area, for quite sometime. Knowing how hard it is for women to move up in eating establishments from personal experience. I have vowed not to eat anywhere unless they allow women to cook on the line. I don't think that I'm being unreasonable, irrational, or even ridiculous. I don't want to support an establishment that discriminates in it's kitchen with the notion that women should be in the kitchen at home if they want to cook. Assuming that women want a husband to marry them and put them in their place because they have a culinary desire is still dominating the majority of the small privately owned restaurants in Richmond. I'm not pointing the finger at any single restaurant, owner, chef, or manager, I just won't be eating out anywhere unless I know that there is an open policy on women in the kitchen. Establishments that allow girlfriends of the head chef, or kitchen manager, to enter into a cooking role, don't count either.

Cheers.

Fun Day Shopping for New Toys and Supplies

2008-08-13T19:36:00.000-07:00

It was the first time I've ever been to Discount Medical Supply on Boulevard, today. Wow, were the guys on point with the security for buying things that you shouldn't unless you know exactly what to ask for. I was looking for catheters. Well, they needed to know exactly what kind, "my patient" needed. They said they wouldn't sell me one until I knew what kind "he" needed. They even offered to call "him" and ask. Luckily, I had the ol', he doesn't own a cell, and can't be reached at the momet excuse handy, or fuck, I would have been too embarrased to go back.

They loosened up with me, and one of the two on the Discount Medical sales team even started cursing and snarling when I wanted to take my Advil without water. It was SO funny. He got me a cup of filtered Diamond Springs, and at that point I knew that they had to have some clue about why I was shoppig there. I bought, a woman's hospital gown, enema kit, large adult diaper and a bed pad, plus some other small random stuff. I need to go back for a catheter tray, and gloves.

The tack store where I purchased an amazing horse bit to be made into a bit gag, wasn't quite as uplifting, but hilarious nonetheless. I got the cowboy redneck sales associate cracking poor jokes about the security alarm that kept going off. Like, "he's such an alarming person". The guy actually said that and thought it was funny!

About the Metal Master's Tour..

2008-08-10T07:47:00.000-07:00

It blew me away! OMG. Granted, I got lost, two or three times, got stuck in DC traffic, spent too much time at the record store, and talked to a sissy diaper baby bottom for WAY too long, and then missed Testament, and Motorhead, I still had a fucking awesome time. Not only was I close enough to see the whites of Tony Iommi's eyes (through his shades), I totally had this nonverbal moment with Rob Halford. I think I was the only sober person of age, so it was really easy to ignore everyone but the band members.
I was surprised to see Halford donning an American flag around his shoulders, for the introduction to "You've Got Another Thing Coming", and speaking of all the heroism in this country. I can dig it. I'm not crazy. People here do put their lives on the line, so that others, like me, will never have to join the military. As for the effectiveness of our Nation's military strategies and economical budgetting, blah. No comment. It's better to stay positive about all the bullshit.

Over and Out

Fresh Herbal and Fruit Stocks

2008-08-08T21:28:00.000-07:00

I just made a fresh basil and peach stock, infused with German chammomile. I dropped a tiny bit of vanilla extract into it for flavor. I think I'm onto something here. People traditionally drink warm broth when they are sick. The salt and the warmth of the liquid help sooth sore throats. I've discovered an alternative to expensive tea, salty broth, or hard to find infusions, and it's simple. This recipe can be used with just about any fresh herb, fruit, spice, in any combination you find suitable to your taste or requirements. This is also a great way to make your own mint flavored water, excellent for summertime heat when served cold, or as a drink (such as coffee or tea) mixer.

For a single serving:
You will need some fresh ingredients. Organics are best, but just use what you can find or afford. I did not use an Organic peach tonight.
Cube 1/4 of a fresh, clean peach, leaving the skin on or use the core, leftover fruit attached to the pit. Pit fruits are great stock fruits.
Put the cubed pieces into tea strainer, tea bag, or other apparatus for infusing
liquid, like a French press.
Pinch about the equivalent of three tablespoons worth of fresh basil leaves and stems. This amount would fill two whole regular tea bags, just to give you an idea. More or less of either ingredient can be used to suit your taste buds, budget, or supply.

Pour one cup of water into a small sauce pot with a lid

Simmer the water with the filled tea bags or infusor for at least five minutes. As with other steeped drinks, the longer the steep, the better, but with stocks, it's a simmer and not just a steep. If using tea bags in the stock pot, cover it. If you all you have is a metal food strainer for infusing, just boil the ingredients whole, and strain. Cheesecloth is also an acceptable straining methood for whole ingredients.

I have a tea ball that I loaded with German chammomile, and then steeped in my basil and peach stock. Of course, always let a boing liquid cool to drinkable temperature, and keep steeping while it's cooling, for a lasting flavor.

Herbal fruit stocks can be sweetened with maple syrup, honey, brown rice syrup, sugar, agave nectar, or any other suitable natural sweetener. They can also be salted and used as soup stocks, in marinades, sauces, dressings, etc. These stocks can be substituted for water in any dish or baked good. I prefer to drink mine unsweetened, to allow the tangy flavor of the fruit to sharpen my tongue.

You can try steeping your coffee or morning tea with an herb and fruit stock for a really special treat. Just be aware that soy milk and dairy products can curdle in certain acidic fruit liquids. Test a small amount of your milk in a small amount of your stock to see if they mix.

Herbs I'd love to try this with:
Mint (pinapple, chocolate, and orange)
Basil (chocolate, lemon, and Tulsi Krishna)
Lavender

Fruit I think would diffuse well and taste good with herbs:
Peaches
Strawberries
Cherries
Plums
Apricots
Mangos
Squeeze in fresh lemon or lime juice to a finished stock

Spices or Flavors to add taste:
Vanilla
Cinnamon
Garlic, will also have health benefits
Cayenne, only a little
Sea Salt (smoked or plain)

Ideas for mixing and matching stock ingredients:
Lavender, Cherry, Cinnamon stock, for tea or coffee
Chocolate Basil, Plum, Garlic stock, would be great for a tomato sauce (salt opt.)
Mint, Mango, and fresh Lime, sweetened stock, a non alcoholic delight

Have at it.

Last Night In Virginia Beach, SkeletonWitch

2008-07-30T21:35:00.000-07:00

Inclined to Body Hair Fetish

2008-07-14T14:37:00.000-07:00

My Blog Sounds Like...

2008-07-14T14:15:00.001-07:00

Laughter filtering over the insane hellish pit of dispairing souless masses who call themselves men, by trade

Banter toward lifeless greed and senseless anger directed at the survival of another

Gleeful whimsy engaged with the power to crush every wordly desire sought forth from pathetic primitive ignorance of mind and rights

Sly grinning sarcasm, bent towards the jealous ones who wish they had idiosyncrasies, but share every thought with others just like themselves, and call it different in bland attempts to fool me, through less creative gestures than I am capable of enduring for more than a smidgen of time

I'll never be bought or sold, and I'm not wishful of it either, unlike the way they wish nature had planned, thus, making women the more mature in the enduring world around them, breaking them down to bare repititions of all they know, again and again

Men still attempting to force me to feel and think like they do, over and over again

The same thought, in a different body, the same attempt, on a different mind

The Endless Mindless Nothing Void Cycle is not what I wish for society, for men or thier minds, for women or thier rights

The man's mind inhibits the rights of women, by nature, inhibits the minds of women through depletion of positive attention and abuse, over and over again.

2008-07-11T07:26:00.001-07:00

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Hot as Fuck Vintage Stripper Polaroids

2008-07-06T21:56:00.000-07:00

So, some lucky bastard bought an entire collection of stripper tryout photos from the 60's and 70's for like $10. WTF?! Link

So Anyway, Try Filing a Lawsuit if it Makes You Happy

2008-07-04T11:43:00.000-07:00

I knew when a client/friend of mine, who thinks he can be many different people and not take responsibility for everyone he tries to be, didn't like my blog about the sex work documentary, Branded, that I was going to have problems with him. I'm not into male insecurity, especially when the guy claims to be loaded. I don't want any more issues like this to occur. If clients take themselves too seriously, and start to diagree with me about political, especially sex work related issues, then it's over. You either agree and can be my friend, or you disagree, and cannot be my friend. It's as simple as that. This guy obviously doesn't have anyone else he thinks is any good at topping him, or he wouldn't be so reluctant to just give up.
I can be a very nice sensual top to the right person. I don't allow any sex, but if pain is your thing, I can make it a very pleasurable experience.

He's still searching for the best, most ultimate game player out there, and it's not me. I'm not perfect, and no, not all my sessions are the best in the whole world.
I offer only what I can offer, and I love to have a good time. I cannot be Super Mistress on demand, unless there is some light hearted fun involved, and the expectations aren't being taken too seriously. His threats and demanding nature led him to say that he didn't even believe anything I wrote about had ever happened, not with my family, being a dancer, or anything else ever had happened. Would you call that abuse? He knows he isolated me into a friendship that was controlled by money, but he made a very inappropriate comment to me at lunch one afternoon, right in front of a friend of mine who I pretended not to know when we walked in. I said goodbye to her as we left, and I hope that she realized what happened as soon as he paid and we left.

He acted like the guy at the No Way Fest who made fun of my legs for not being shaved because I had on a pretty dress and make up. He started making comments about my pussy too. All I could do was fight back with dumb jokes that I hoped sounded more hurtful than playful so the guy would get the message as he tried to make his comments seem more playful than inappropriate and stupid.

I have every right to describe what happens in any session or on any weekend, with anyone, on this blog. This is my blog, and I can write about whomever I want at any time or on any day.

Hey Dude

2008-07-04T10:38:00.000-07:00

Quit texting me with threatening bullshit. Everyone knows what you're doing.

Writing About That Guy Again

2008-07-04T07:33:00.000-07:00

So that guy whose name I never mentioned, is going to keep on text harassing me when he reads this. He threatened to call the Feds and the IRS if I ever mentioned him on this blog, and to "...rain a shitstorm from hell down upon you(me). (Since) Money can buy a whole lot of favors." I am going to publish a list of all of the texts he wrote as a bad example of how not to treat a friend or a Domme. Be on the lookout.

Lucky Me, I'm Some Kinky Genius

2008-07-03T16:33:00.000-07:00

No one has the right to make someone do something that they don't want to do. Money passes through the hands of a sex worker, and a customer is expected to cooperate with the situation and let go of excessive neediness and demanding attitutes. Such was not the case for me last weekend. I can name names, give email addresses, and personal site profiles. If the person I'm speaking of doesn't comply with my wishes now, such actions forementioned, can and will take place.
I need this person to stop spreading rumors about me to others who have not met me and those who have. I need this person to stop thinking that he might be included in any further sessions with me, and further more, I need him to reveal to himself how he disrespected me leading up to our trip, during our trip, and after our trip. I'm not going to take him back, I'm not going to see him again, and in no way ever will I forgive him.
I have refused to cater to a relationship with my own father, and believe me, I have no issues refusing one with a submissive, dominant, or switch. I will in no way whatsoever, pretend to have done anything wrong, to feed into him, or sypathize with his ensatiable bullshit. I am not going to be topped by someone who abuses me, not now, or ever.

Branded- The Most Important Sex Work Docu Film I've Come Across Thus Far

2008-06-24T10:39:00.000-07:00

Rooftop Studios has put together from what I can gather, a very serious look at child sex trafficking in Arizona. I have taken initial steps to order myself a copy of thier film, Branded. I suggest that all my readers at least visit the website (link) and watch the trailer under "The Film" heading tab. I am not an anti sex work feminist, and that is because I adhere to an idea of individuals' personal liberties and freedoms. You have all rights to your safety, and no one has rights to harm you. This however, is counterintuitive in many respects with sex work. Sex workers can easily be harmed by thier customers in many circumstances, and pimps are a whole other issue altogether. I don't fail to realize also, that sex workers can be deadly themselves, and have been known to protect themselves on occasion. In many places, the law has given freedom to do harm through the sex industry by not establishing correct barriers for sex worker's rights. Children do not have the right to be sex workers, but in Arizona, as I've discovered through investigating Branded, pimps can loophole the right to pimp them. I'm under the assumption that this kind of exploitation takes a gross manipulation of popular opinions about many sociosexual attributes, including sex worker's rights, porn, and BDSM. This kind of coerced and forced pimping is not what I consider prostitution. Pimping and prostituting are two different activities, and neither has to or should be implemented in the way that the victims in Branded experienced them. Unfortunately, the real life horror of rape goes on everyday, and ultimately rape is what this all amounts to, in and out of the sex industry.

Perception Deception

2008-06-23T19:06:00.000-07:00

I read that the male brain is driven to try and confuse women, make them less aware of situational reality. Men use this natural instinct to benefit themselves at the woman's loss. It doesn't have to be in lieu of a sexual relationship that the male does this. Men can use this methood of domination to gain anything mental, emotional, material, social, or physical. It's a sad fact of biological realtiy and a rough generalization for guys who've been burned before to come to grips with it.

I seem to have altercations in male dominated groups quite often. Let me rephrase that. I can't stand being in a group of guys who don't realize that they aren't cooperating with women at all, unless it's for sexual interaction or the female is totally passive socially to the group, in which case, they will be passive to her, and allow her presence in the group. I don't love anything about groups of men who don't try to involve women with thier activities on thier own. I don't like the music they make, thier sense of humor, the money they make, or the fake psuedo innocence in thier personalities.

Whorehouse Blues- Motorhead

2008-06-23T16:34:00.000-07:00

This Blog is My Friend

2008-06-14T22:17:00.000-07:00

You know, I've gotten pretty good at this Dominatrix thing. Being myself as a stripper, I learned who my "type" was in BDSM. It's like I was mentally a business minded Dominatrix with pole skills, and hot ryhthm. I know I seemed like a cold, hard bitch most of days I spent in the clubs. I just didn't have the patience to get mentally involved with people, and for the most part, when I find myself with that same attitude again, it's because I'm way smarter about reality than the people around me, even if I can't foresee the future. Sometimes it takes two like minded people to see something possible, but that can also be two people being totally wrong together as well. Only time will tell who is right and who is wrong.

I think it's time I get more uniform with this blog, and uniform with my wardrobe.
More on that to come...

I'm Brief

2008-06-14T21:35:00.000-07:00

Reading Hobo Stripper and Grace Undressed has gotten the best of me this week.

The ants crawling into my apartment right under the sill of the window my bed is against are getting the worst of me. I did use them to clean an ox tail bone from a Jamaican lunch with a buddy of mine, and now I have a necklace with an ox tail bone, some buffalo teeth, tourquoise, and glass beads. I did a wonderful photoshoot in a wheat field yesterday with the ex, partial owner of a strip club in Richmond. He's taking me to FetishCon in Tampa this year, and I can't wait. Two hours after the shoot, the boys came and cut the field. We made it just in time.

My apartment is coming along nicely, but I do need some assistance getting the place organized. A local art store is going out of business and I've spent hundreds of dollars on art supplies in the last two weeks. I've become obsessed with water colors, like the ones I lied about to my mom in kindergarden. I traded a painting with the girl next to me and to this day claimed to have painted it, but I didn't. It probably hangs in my Mom's house somewhere, the only piece of my art on display.

I have fallen in love with crossdressers. Part of me feels like these guys are taking initiative to make me feel loved by women when I am spending time with them, and that is something I just can't describe. I once had a dream that I still had my son, and that I dressed up like a man to fill a void and to make fun of myself a little bit. I can imagine how hilarious it would be to see his birth dad dressed up like a woman doing the same thing. Don't cry.

Samual JT Moore III is going to jail. The cops did confiscate some of his porn, homemade porn, that is, of a married seventeen year old, "would have been" stripper, and him. If he had settled out of court before the raid at Velvet back in February, he wouldn't have gone through this mess. I have an amazing intuition about that guy for some reason, and I just knew he was self destructing in ways he couldn't even control. He got sloppy, a token flaw of all notorious bad guys who have been busted. At some point, they just don't care about hiding the truth any longer, and whether it's delusional foresight, or just plain ol' laziness, it gets the best of them.
I'm lucky I let my blog buddies get the best of me first... before I ever get lazy... Ha.

This One Can't Make it to the Show

2008-06-10T10:51:00.000-07:00

Yellow Fever and the Fountain of Youth

2008-06-08T14:52:00.000-07:00

If you haven't guessed what this post is about, just turn your head away and move on.
I have an amazing idea for a photo shoot I'm going to do with a very creative and artistic photographer in Va. I will be spinning ideas from very basic fetishes into interpretive modeling for photographs. You guessed right, golden showers, are my first spoofy art stab at changing fetish art photography forever. So if you've got the "Yellow Fever", and are seeking your own personal "Fountain of Youth", stay tuned, in the coming months you won't be disappointed with my new imagery.

I'm still playing catch up, people.

2008-06-05T18:44:00.000-07:00

Hi, I must seem really disorganized right now. I am slowly sifting through the daunting task of trying to keep up with all the submissives I've met and done sessions with in the last month. The definite keepers, are doing thier job of keeping up with me, and communtcating on a regular basis, in order to keep my attention. I'd like more submissives to get my attention, so anytime, just drop an email in my box!

I'm also going to go ahead and announce that I've discussed building a bigger totally awesome website for myself, and getting the real deal off the ground! I can't wait. It's going to be totally unlike anything ever done online by a Dominatrix! Art, info, video, audio, photography, blogging, articles, fashion, d.i.y., grass roots, anything I can think of!
Mistress Stephanie

Sorry for the Delay

2008-06-03T17:43:00.000-07:00

I'm working on a lengthy post. It's already a page, and counting. So until it's finished, here:
I have come across some really great information on Audacia Ray's Blog,Waking Vixen. She is a sex worker advocate, former sex worker, and has been sex work blogging for over four years. I haven't had the opportunity to read her book, Naked on the Internet, as of yet, but I'm definitely looking forward to getting a copy and checking it out. She has a great interview on CNN circa Spitzer disaster week, about the likelyhood that the young woman involved with New York's former Governor, may or may not have a high price to pay for her involvement with him. Here's the interview
I'm irked that some of the questions asked weren't worded something more like, "So she can't do this anymore, do you think she wishes that she could?" or "Do you think that everyone needs to blame Spitzer for the "price" that this young woman might be paying for her decision to follow this line of work rather than blame her?" In the opening of the interview, Audacia empathises with the girl, and shows disdain for the circumstance upon which her choice to be an escort was revealed (via Spitzer's dumbass money transfer).

2008-05-28T09:28:00.001-07:00

Celebrating the fact that I did see Nuclear Assault for the first time last weekend, here is an illustration by French, who is a die hard Nuclear Assault fan.

The Weekend, Then D.C.

2008-05-28T07:59:00.000-07:00

The Maryland Death Fest was something notable. I met a wonderful film producer there who lives in Jersey and makes spoof films. Wonderful. Perfect. I hope I can work with him. I sent him my contact info today.

I was in D.C. for Memorial Day. I went kayaking on the Potomac, got a parking ticket, shopped at Lush, and ate an awesome salad at Sweet Greens. I also discovered a secret hidaway where a sqatter was dwelling for quite some time. I think he's moved on to living under the intricate structural columns of the Interstate Bridge above his former home.

I don't know what got into me, but I stuck out the five hour gridlocked Memorial Day drive to D.C. with the prowess of a NY cabbie. It should have only taken an hour and forty five minutes at the most, but that damn King's Dominion right outside Richmond... Oh, yeah that reminds me, the new roller coaster at King's Dominion, is- Du, Du, Dat, Du- THE DOMINATOR! Awesome name for a roller coaster! I can't wait to ride that fuckin' thing.

Booking Me Through My Blog

2008-05-27T11:07:00.000-07:00

I have decided after reading nearly 700 emails this month to give priority to my blog readers. I am booking myself this week for Wed. and Thurs. afternoons, and evenings. I have had some requests for really late night appointments, and I am reluctant to fulfill those, but if someone was generous enough I might be pursuaded to start drinking coffee in the evening. So, due to my art exhibit next month at Empire, I'm only available to schedule you Wed. and Thurs. for this week, as I have other obligations for the weekend. If you can give me some advanced notice to an appointment, you will have priority. Anyone giving less than 24 hours notice will need to pay an additional session fee of $50. Email me at whores.not.bores@live.com
for a session, and if you mention my blog in the subject line, I'll open your email first and try to be as flexible as I can with you.
Mistress Stephanie

Mistress Lolita says; Have Happy Memorial Day!

2008-05-26T15:58:00.000-07:00

Thanks David!!!!!

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Because I Love Being a Monkey, and Other Reasons Why I Write

2008-05-25T01:00:00.000-07:00

I should get paid to come up with this shit. Well?! Everyone agrees, I need to go back to school. I decided tonight with one of my scarce female friends, that I could do it, if my attitude was different than the last time, which it is now. It took some time to change, but now that I'm confidently working for myself, I'm rock steady heading toward my goals. I'm going to try to keep my apartment in Richmond, and just visit NYC when needed for work and pleasure. I have a wonderful young fetishist there, who, and I rejoice, will take me heel shopping when he comes back from an oversees trip.

Ah, yes, shopping. I never thought I'd be a great big shopaholic. I've always liked the idea of owning some nice things, but as I've faced my past bout with poverty and homelessness, I've also faced the mental trauma and fear laced logic associated with being poor. This is the first time I've openly blogged about being poor, so let me clear up some fiction with facts first.

My parents are middle class, but my mom was in the Air Force for almost twenty years. I was disowned by her, my father, and both thier spouses. Not in a manner of speaking, I was out right turned away, and rejected. I was left to my own devices, and made to rough it all by my lonesome. The reason for thier strange and abnormal behavior arose with my teenage pregnancy, and the birth of my son, who I subsequently gave up for an open adoption.
Ok. Reality. I dealt with mental illness, separation anxiety, post partum depression, and a slew of other issues after his birth. I guess it was enough 'drama' for the fam, and whether they realized it or not, they weren't emotionally equipped to really give a fuck.

So, there I was, totally and unwittingly unsuspecting of the denouncement yet to ensue. I learned my first year of college how a slow methodic, creeping, withdrawal from my life would take me by surprise, and make me unconcious of having cast the first stone at my family for a GOOD reason. Everything was meant to disorganize, confuse, and disorient me, inevitably leading to everyone else I would ever depend on, acting upon the same pattern of discourse and bullshit. So, yea, one thing right after another, and I didn't understand why. My last post mentioned predjudice. I was discriminated against. To Be Continued...

Disclaimer:
I have been in a pattern of relying on men for safety and comfort for a long time, and now I solely rely on them for thier business and occasionally thier companionship.

Pattern Relationship Soother:
The Curve, an amazing fuck toy.
Buy me one.

That Last Pic, was post 69, and NO, that is not a service I offer.

2008-05-24T23:15:00.000-07:00

Ok, I finally got a working Craigslist post up and running, yea. It's too bad that I need to remind everyone now that I don't do hand jobs, offer full service, or provide "forced" cunnilingus to "submissive" men. Great, I say, there are troves of men who glistfully want to be forced to eat me. Normally, I would have written a post with the tone of "Fuck OFF" assholes, but tonight I've hampered upon a new and exciting avenue of shame. A new venture in humiliation, if I may be frank (Frank, no offense), is very necessary.
I've realized while living in the South, as a citizen of the Capitol of the Confederacy, as a matter of fact, just how inner workings of predjudice can illfully afflict the marginal populus. I know that it's hard for people to accept and befriend others who aren't so much like them. Here's what I'm getting at; I'm choosing to be very, very selective with who I work with from here on out. I do not want to offend anyone, or make anyone feel as if they were ignored for some silly reason. If I'm not into your fantasy, or fetish, oh well, and that's all there is too it. This is and isn't about making friends. So, since I'm the dominant in this relationship you have formed with me, just bug off, and be a friend if it isn't going to work. Don't take offense just to come up with a conversation with me either. If you aren't looking for sex, this doesn't apply to you.

Thanks David!!

2008-05-23T12:02:00.000-07:00

Editorial Response to My First Article From the Boss of the Parent Website

2008-05-21T14:29:00.000-07:00

When I read your work I have to remember I am dealing with a real life Mistress and not a woman who is "pretending" to be a Mistress, writing a column about becoming a dominatrix.

Mistress Stephanie, your column is the real deal. Even when I asked you to do the column I had pre-conceived notions about "How to become a dom" and to me it was cutesy I suppose but after reading your article, you are serious about your art and I really respect that. I truly believe that women who take the time to read your article, women who are curious about the lifestyle can and will learn something from you.

The re-edit is good and I look forward to the next one.

You Want to Be a Dominatrix Now (This is my first column article that took up some blog time over the weekend)

2008-05-20T17:26:00.000-07:00

I don’t care if you are a dude, you’ll want to be a stiletto heeled, ball stomping Dominatrix by the time I get through with you. For all my concern with this profession, I’ve come across a few differences of opinion concerning the classification of sex workers who deem themselves, Dommes, Goddesses, Dominatrices, Mistresses, Female Supremacists and so on and so forth. If you are interested in or have been involved with BDSM or Fetishes at all, then you are somewhat to very familiar with the titles fore mentioned, and terminology used to describe the roles and players. If you as a reader of my column, are newly keen to the different labels for FemDom that I’ve mentioned, then shame, shame, shame on you, but you’ve arrived at some decent information finally, so stick it out with me and learn. I suggest if you are new to all of this, that you be very careful concerning who you tell of your interests, and immediately drop any and all naivety, NOW. There are indefinitely differences concerning the ‘type’ of dominant female you have the choice of being as a professional, and the titles or labels used to describe yourself may work to adversely or positively set you apart in the industry. So, bear this in mind- it’s o.k. to be yourself, sans a label, title, or fake name.

As I foretold, there are scrupulous numbers of BDSM lovers who just can’t come to a consensus about the ‘right’ description or definition of the many different labels a woman can adopt as a dominant role player. I myself, chose the most popular of titles, Mistress. I switch my title with different titles sometimes, just to feel a little unique when I get bored, but more on creativity later… in another article. My attempt to guess about a historical reference is that a Mistress is, or once was a traditional schoolteacher or presumably some other disciplinarian figure head. Now, that’s just my guess. Calling yourself a Mistress as a new or experienced top, is a relatively safe choice, and makes it easy for bottoms to distinguish you as a potential top. Once you’ve talked to a few different types of bottoms, you’ll learn that there is a need for the different titles and classifications to describe different styles of dominance and submission through play and lifestyle. As a Mistress, I have the option to shape and mold my personal limits and style with the fetishes and role play that interest me. I am so lucky to have gained the information I now know, and am pleased to pass it on, to you, my wonderful readers.

You may feel uncomfortable with how bottoms or subs approach, address, even worship you, once you first officially decide to play the dominant role. This job and role of top or dominant are not for the faint of heart female. A woman who chooses to portray her dominant side as a BDSM player, must be advised that not everyone interested in her is a submissive. Not all bottoms, or those acting out or assuming the submissive role, really are submissive. One clear cut example of non submissive players are fetishists who are not looking to be dominated at all, but who instead only want access to a very specific fetish style play. It is important to note also, that when you adopt a dominant role, you are challenging certain types of dominant personalities whether you are trying to or not. There are certain dominant people who instinctively, will challenge you, as well as some you will instinctively challenge. Some fetishists may offend you this way. The conflicting difference has a lot to do with gender roles in BDSM, which I can discuss more in depth as time progresses. Just take note that an open mind is the key to finding yourself, style, and character as a Dominatrix or any other type of female top in BDSM.

I’m looking forward to my next article, and I hope I’ve inspired some interest and questions from my readers. I think I’ll be taking time to do coaching session this week with a brand new Mistress, an experienced Submissive, and lots of money, which reminds me that next week, I want to address learning to top from the bottom and other secret ways to sharpen your wit and skill faster than the competition. Til’ next time…

Your Domme Expose Author and Critic,
Mistress Stephanie

My First Column Entry is Due on Monday

2008-05-16T19:05:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone,
My first "Mistress Stephanie's Guide To Becoming a Dominatrix" column piece is due on Monday. I'm really excited about that. I'm also nervous, but, that's ok. I think it will be recieved well. I've got to redo my wishlist on this blog as well as add some info for subs wishing to pay some of my bills.

Informal Vegan Recipe Post

2008-05-12T22:22:00.000-07:00

I actually have a recipe for Vegan Fajita Style Loaded Sweet Potatoes (They are Fuckin' Amazin')

Inflict stab wounds on sweet potatoes
Coat with Olive Oil or Vegan Margarine (Willow Run is my fav)
Bake them until tender enough to cut with a fork

While the sweet potatoes are roasting in the oven;
1. Cut some bell peppers into strips
2. Cut up an onion (strips also)
3. Cut up any other veggie you want (I used Leeks, and Oyster Mushrooms)
4. Crumble up some really firm tofu
5. Start the cooking (Medium High) of the veggie that takes the longest to cook in Vegan Margarine or Olive Oil
6. Add the tofu and the rest of the veggies
7. Add Sea Salt
8. Add Chile Powder
9. Add a Tablespoon or two of Tomato Paste
10. Add enough water to dissolve the paste and coat everything, get the sizzle noise
11. Split and top the potatoes with Nutritional Yeast, the Veggies/Tofu, and Tofutti Sour Supreme

They are so Yummy!!

True Norweigen Black Metal

2008-05-10T09:18:00.000-07:00

I went to the Steven Kasher Gallery (NY) last night to see Peter Beste's showing for his new photography book, True Norweigen Black Metal. I picked up a copy for $60, a steal for the quality of his work, and the effort involved in producing it. Maybe Ward of Chop Suey Books would like to have a peek inside. I'd be happy to share a look with any subs, or friends who want to stop by and see it. The photos are breath taking. I introduced myself to Peter, who was running about like a mad man all night. The gallery was full for most of the night, and the voices of the audience rose about higher than the Norwiegen folk music in the background all night long. What a good show! I met a few people, and I think new projects are in the making.

2008-05-09T20:10:00.000-07:00

Sadistic Lady Am I

2008-05-08T21:12:00.000-07:00

Mental Ball Busting

2008-05-05T18:28:00.001-07:00

For all the subs who have not yet booked me, or responded to book, shame on you and your testes. I can't wait to get a hold of each and every one of you. For pay piggies, use my PayPal link on the right (it's the black and white pic). I just want to confirm that I am the Domme who is posting ads in Richmond, Virginia. I also want to compose a list of my specialties permanently on the right column of the blog. I am updating it tonight.