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..... 

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!

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KITTENS: uncaged.

It started Saturday morning when my dear kitten friend Tyyris picked me up and drove me to my dungeon. I had a session planned for that afternoon and while this new client requested a solo session, he did want to meet my friend. As Tyyris and I changed quickly into our fetish wear, we wondered if he would let her session as well.

As the new slave crossed the threshold of my dungeon, Tyyris wasn't even phased. I knew she had helped our mutual friend The Stunning Margot Rose in a session or two, but I had yet to see her dominant side. To me, Tyyris is a kitten, a dirty little sex kitten, and I was excited to see if there was really a dominant side to her.

Initially our new toy didn't want her to play, so I banished her to the corner to watch as I played with someone else, knowing this would be a form of torture in and of itself. Lucky me, I had two toys for a Saturday afternoon.

As the session went on, I ashed in his mouth. I made him suck on my heels as I spit in his face. And it wasn't long before the new slave was begging for Tyyris to spit on him. She walked over casually, and then let him have it. She covered this lucky slave with her precious spit. I was in awe with my little kitten, she really could be dominant.

When the session was over, the lucky new slave left us each a wonderful tip.

For a job well done, Tyyris and I headed out to that nights kink party. As her reward, I dragged my sweet kitten around the party by her hair and showed her off. I locked her in a cage and rewarded her with the play she wanted all day. My kitten made me proud. I can't wait to see her in action again.