Thursday, April 24, 2014

Bare-ing Soles

Sometimes, I have really stinky feet. I mean so stinky even I can smell them, and right now is one of those times. As I sat here pondering my stinky feet and wondering what it is that makes foot worship one of my favorite things, a distant memory popped up. It is the type of memory that only makes sense to me now. 

When I was younger, I hung out with the kids on my block. I was the self declared queen and no one dared to question my authority. I ruled the playground, the neighborhood and all the kids in our little crew. Everyone came to my blanket fort to pay their respects.  

One neighbor in particular, named Michael, frequented my blanket fort and endlessly pledged loyalty to my self proclaimed crown. On this one day I recall, he was in my fort telling me how much he loved me. Keep in mind, I was about 8 at this point and he was 10. I told him that if he really did love me and respected my crown, he would kiss and rub my feet. And to my surprise, he did.

He is now a member of the United States Navy, married and has two beautiful children. I wonder if he kisses his wife's feet. 

Its so interesting how fetishes can sometimes be traced to a very specific moment..... 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Back in NYC

After the insanity of Amsterdam, returning to a grey New York City was a grim prospect.

Thankfully, I had a few things to look forward to. Last weekend, I was invited along as a guest of one of the members of The Vanguard to a private kink party at Iron Bell. It was a lovely evening filled with wonderful service and beautiful submission.

I was reunited with my wonderful kitten, the lovely Tyrris! Soon after I saw her pink hair, it was wrapped in my fingers as I dragged her around the stunning dungeon. It had been so long since she has come out that we all made sure she had a special night full of face spitting, kicking, punching, wiggling, caging, pressure points and general service. She was such a good girl, showing anyone who asked her new trick: smoking a cigarette with the lit end in her mouth, making her an ashtray for herself. She is such a great sport with such things. At one point I turned around to find her cleaning up spilled drinks with her hair!!

I was also lucky enough to catch up with my dear sweet Daddy this week, who had just enough time to snap some new photos of me!

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Then I went to Amsterdam

Every so often, through a strange series of events, my life takes on a fairy tale like quality. The month of March was the next chapter of my kinky fairy tale.

After two weeks of hard work in the dungeon, one of my wonderful slaves spoiled me with a week long trip to Amsterdam. He joined me for three days of adventure, international exploration, and torture. He spoiled me with shopping trips and indulgent meals. I love walking into a store knowing that I can pick out whatever I want or looking a menu and knowing nothing is off limits.

On the final day of his trip, I rewarded my loyal slave with a scene to remember. I wasn't sure my toys would make it through security, so I was lacking my usual implements.

It is amazing the things one can use to torture a slave. We had a creative scene that utilized a hanger, a iPhone charging cord, two pillow cases, a bar of soap, a handful of quarters and a lighter. After the scene was over, my slave looked up at me and expressed his surprise. Usually my scenes are more light hearted with this particular slave, rather than serious or strict. But over the trip, my slave had gotten too comfortable and needed to be reminded of his place. I doubt he will forget it again.

After he left, I was on my own internationally again and I set out on my usual conquest of convincing strangers to try something new kinky with me. I found this lucky man when I went to Vondelpark in search of inspiration. I sat there watching him, and once he walked over we proceeded to chat for two hours. In that time, we covered topics ranging from international politics, weird parental relationships, sociology of group dynamics and, of course, kink. We parted ways with a promise of a kink meeting that evening.

When we met up, it was a whirlwind of face slapping, spanking, wrestling, and a delightful bath. We both laughed as he spanked me, he had never met a girl who could take one of his solid swats. I didn't sleep my last night in Amsterdam. With my head still spinning, I left for the airport still giggling at what has just transpired.

My quest for kinky adventures has just begun.