More Moments: Team-Building

His padded leather ankle cuffs jangled as he hobbled forward, the shiny chain leash pulled taut from his neck and wrapped tightly around my fist. I sauntered slowly ahead of him, my legs coltishly long in sleek, thigh-high black leather stiletto boots.

I could see him if I turned my head a little. We were both lipsticked and in lingerie: him in swaths of pink - camisole, bra, panties, and stockings; me in black satin corset and lace tap pants. Blinded as he was with the pink leather blindfold, upper body tightly cocooned in the black spandex straitjacket, he had literally no choice but to be pulled along in my wake.

Trust can be demonstrated in many ways. This instance was very direct: without my guidance, he would have fallen flat on his face, or been marooned in the middle of a huge room.

This delighted me.

"A slave must be willing to trust his Mistress, even though he does not know where she is leading him. He must be willing to suffer, to place her happiness before himself - literally."

With a moan of assent, he relaxed - and was ready.

Text Teasing

Recent text exchange:

Him: "What are your thoughts on abduction and forced regression?"

Me: "I think of a male stripped of adult privacy..."

"Inspections, belittling talk, scoldings for naughtiness. 'How silly to resist. You'll be treated like a child for as long as you act like one. The only way out is to accept your fate and cooperate.'"

Then, the cherry on top -

Me: "One word: thermometer."

Him: "Oh... you are good."

Me: "You know it."

The Right Use Of Resources

My dear friend is finishing her third round of cancer treatment, and plans to celebrate in Las Vegas. She's had a tough road for someone still in her twenties - cancer is a goddamn treacherous thing. 

So: who calls me, in perfect serendipity? My sub boy in Vegas. He's now standing ready to secure a room for her and her mother whenever they decide to go, so they may celebrate their hard-won victory. 

That, my friends, is what I call using influence for good. 

Plotting and Playing

How am I finishing out this week?

Well! A little abduction/forced bi fun with an eager leather slut and a good T-girl friend. The slut: helpless in the face of a commanding woman, especially one in leather boots. The friend: tall, tight-bodied, hung, and a proven play partner. Just how I like to indulge myself when rewarding/terrifying an especially hard-working personal sub.

Then, lots of hard spankings with a few favorite boys. Starring in these vignettes will be my wooden hairbrushes - a boy can feel that impact for days afterward.

Saturday night, my friend Julie Simone will be hosting a play party. She's a modern fetish visionary, and I can't wait to see what she's cooked up for that night.

Hope your weekend is filled with pervy fun!

Who Are You... And Who Do You Wish To Be?

On what do we base our recognition of ourselves?

Gender and appearance: If I take you from hulking everyguy to restrainedly feminine, how does that change what personality traits and thoughts pop forth?

Social roles: What happens when I take those from you, not allowing you control or responsibility? When you don't have to account for, or explain, those dissonant urges that crash against the walls of your upright citizenship?

To one imminent subject: "You look up, into the mirror, and the sight of this... creature... completely disorients you. You raise a hand (it can't possibly be yours - is it?) to touch the face. The hours you have spent being stripped, encased, arranged, reduced, seem but a memory: Who are you now?"

Well?

Behind Closed Doors

About Behind Closed Doors: I've had so many incredible moments during play that I now want to share. First, to savor them, and to give you a sense of what I love about what I do; and second, because fetish films often do not, cannot, convey that intimacy and sheer chemistry. May my recollections bring you a taste of those pleasures. 

They chatted amiably as Mozart shimmered in the background. She tilted her head, the light flashing off her rosy lips and sharp dark eyes as she spoke. At this close distance, the minutest reaction would not escape her notice.

Her leather-gloved fingers clamped around his nipples, slowly released, pulled, twisted... Every now and then he stiffened and gasped silently, eyes wide and helpless, when her nails dug in, or when she ground his swollen nips almost flat between her cruelly strong fingers. When the steely hold softened and withdrew, he collapsed against the bondage bed, a grin of wonder spreading his mute lips.

He told her over and over how special, how wonderful she was. She smiled, laughed, thanked him - then gave his nipples an extra wrench just to hear him stop in mid-sentence. She loved granting and taking away the power of speech, and he was in no position to object.

He could only offer himself, and hope that she would find him worth her amusement...

Jennifer Brooks: Hot Spankings.com

I've just received copies of my Jennifer Brooks movies, "Auntie Ann's Discipline", and "Never Ignore Your Wife". Both are sizzling depictions of hardcore domestic discipline: seriously, have you ever had your asshole whipped by an angry young disciplinarian? How about having your ass beaten so hard that she has to drape a towel across your calves to keep you from dripping on the carpet? (Yes, the marks and blood are real.)

Do NOT delay! Get these movies now, because Jennifer Brooks, one of the legends of domestic spanking, is retiring. After she folds shop, you will not be able to get these movies featuring me, Persephone, Aiden Starr, Kat9, and a multitude of other gorgeous, hard-hitting women, ever again!

This is the stuff that makes spanking dreams. Jennifer's retirement is the end of a twenty-year era, and if I were you, I'd hustle over to secure my bit of spanking history now.

Of Phalluses and Friends

Here are a couple of stills from my new clips. At the top, I'm gearing up for a drilling. Below, Mistress Jessica Kane and I are prepping our cocks for some slut's attention.

I'm having a lot of fun indulging some of my more extreme tastes. Getting in touch with my evil side sure feels GOOD.

A nice surprise today: Aiden Starr stopped into Drake's to do a little shopping, and we caught up over lunch. She's as devious as she is sexy, and I'm excited about shooting with her in the near future.

Later this week, I'll be having lunch with Lady Lily Gardner, a wonderful Domme from New Jersey. Both of us being from the East Coast and rooted in the traditions of Leather, we're going to have a lot to talk about.

I'm being interviewed on Thursday for a documentary about the public and private lives, loves, and attitudes of women in the adult business. My pal Mistress Genevieve granted them an interview and then suggested that they talk to me, for contrast. She and I do make a compelling study in complementary opposites: both intelligent, considered, and deeply kinky, but she's the tattooed hellcat to my sinister sophisticate.

It's good to know your friends. It's better to know MY friends.