Kinky Catch-up

Its been an exciting few weeks and I haven't had the chance to catch up so here is the recap:



It is no secret that I am a regular in the NYC fetish and kink scene. I have noticed it is unacceptably male dominated with the loudest groups and families run by THE domly-est of male Doms. I have been dreaming of joining a leather family, injecting some Fem-Domme into the scene and just shaking things up.

Thus, I am excited to announce the New York City Girls of Leather. I am a member of the board with a wonderful group of ladies. We had our first meet and greet followed by a gathering at Parthenon for some play afterward. There was a great turn out and we are excited for all the cool things we have coming up.

A few weekends ago, House of Pain hosted an amazing event, Kabuki. It was a fantastic event that was not only aesthetically pleasing, but a great over all experience. I was lucky enough to serve the magnificent Satin Doll with my friend BeautifulMess. We were dressed up and decorated by Doll. It was an over all awesome night with sexy wonderful people.

And now I am spending the week lounging around the pool, because even Dommes need vacations!

A Reminder

Not often, but every once in a while I forget what it is that draws me to this lifestyle and I fall out of touch with my inner Domme. It is the same with any lifestyle, sometimes you just get burnt out.

But I know that I belong in this lifestyle because that feeling only lasts until I am reintroduced to my own power. This weekend was one of those epiphanic moments that provided me with the clarity I was unknowingly seeking.

I usually attend fetish parties, but don't usually play: I like to keep my play private. Last weekend at The Vanguard Party, something felt different. As soon as I saw sweet Lady Andy with James (a member of the Vanguard), I felt my inner Domme awaken and Lady Andy could tell. She was terrified. For some reason, people tend to think I am a mean and scary Domme. Those people are usually right.

James and I took the trembling Lady Andy into the next room for an amazing scene. I knew that she could take more than she was leading on and I knew that she would be putty in my hands within 5 minutes, not even. I was entirely correct. Some hair pulling, a heavy hand and some sadistic massage had dear sweet Lady Andy deep in subspace.

With a little encouragement, Lady Andy was able to not only handle what we gave her, but throughly enjoyed herself. At the end, she was surprised by how much she took and informed us that she thought she could take even more. I know she can, I can't wait to test her again.

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..... 

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.