Another Great Week!

What can I say but that the past week was absolutely fantastic? You see, when I know that you're thinking about me, it makes me smile. It doesn't necessarily matter what those thoughts are, but the mere fact that you ARE tickles me inside. I'm an artist at heart, and I learned a long time ago that it doesn't necessarily matter HOW someone reacts to your work, just as long as it's a strong reaction. I have figured out how to translate that statement into my work as a Professional Dominatrix. The emails I receive from those condemning me for being a "sick fuck" are as interesting to me as those lauding my site or complimenting me on an outstanding session. If someone takes the time to respond to what I have put forth in the cyberworld, then that means I have elicited a reaction in them--and thus they are thinking about me. I also know that I am difficult to forget, even when you want to. You may say that it is an arrogant statement, but I know it's true. Just ask those who have waited half a decade for an in-person audience with me...

I Love Scotch, Yum, Yum, Yum...

...into my belly, watch it go down. Can you name the movie that quote comes from? ANCHORMAN of course! Watching Ron Burgundy sip on scotch at work cracked me up as I remember my own father bringing his portable cocktail mixing set on business trips with him. My how times have changed...However, I DO love scotch!

I was turned on to single malt scotch by a friend during a dinner date one evening. I didn't think anything of it until I gave it a try. My first impression was NOT good though--WAY too smoky for my taste! However, I figured that there HAD to be a scotch out there for me. The process of finding My Favorite Scotch has been long, but well worth the effort. It has also been highly amusing.

Can you believe that in this day and age women get hassled at the liquor store for inquiring about scotch? It's almost as bad as when I call a mechanic for an auto repair quote. Most guys have NO idea how women are STILL treated like second-class citizens, or at least as if we are morons when dealing with some of the last bastions of male dominance. Trust me, it STILL happens, even in the very progressive Bay Area. I vividly recall my experience when inquiring about the scotch selection at a local liquor store during a trip in February. I walked in and one of the salesmen ran around the counter to apprehend me. When I asked him where the scotch was, he shot back at me, "You drink scotch????" It was if I were asking him where the Kryptonite was kept. When I replied that, yes, I DID indeed drink scotch, his look was incredulous. He kept at me as if I was REALLY going to be purchasing a gift and that it couldn't possibly be for me. It was at that moment that I SO badly wanted to tell him what I did for a living, just to see the look on his face. However, discretion is the better part of valor and I politely followed him to the appropriate aisle and made it clear through my body language that his assistance was no longer needed.

It was roughly at this same time of year that I was able to have a wonderful experience at the Ritz Carlton in San Francisco. Turns out they have a FABULOUS selection of scotch ( the menu was like a phone book), and I was able to stumble upon my new favorite. Cadenhead's Authentic Collection Tomatin's Distillery 17 yr was a single malt we chose more on a whim than anything else. I can hardly describe how wonderful it was. It felt like oil as it slid down my throat--it was so smooth. We finished the small amount they had left in the bottle and I made sure to take down the name so we could purchase more. Yeah right. Turns out this particular scotch is no longer available in the US, and my sources have only been able to locate it in Germany and Amsterdam. However, since I will be visiting Amsterdam in October, I have every intention of purchasing a bottle while there. Thus, if anyone who reads this blog knows where I could obtain a bottle of this fabulous elixir of joy, let me know.

The Week To End All Weeks

I've been away from my blog for a little while, but at least I have a very good reason for being MIA: I had one of the best week's in recent memory. I'll break it down day by day as things kept getting better and better:

1. Sunday was my regular session with my Personal, james. It was especially fun for me as I got to do lots of cigarette-based torture with him. I just love to burn his most tender bits with the glowing tip of my Virginia Slim 120s. The fact that I know that I can do whatever I want to him only makes our time together even more fun. So far I've whipped, pierced, cut, and burned him. I guess one of these days I should do ALL of that in one session and see if he's still left standing. He might not be but at least I know he'll have a big smile on his face.
2. Monday saw the return of sub norm. He's been visiting me off and on for the past four years or so. norm is lots of fun because he is really into humiliation. Over the years, we've experimented with what works to get him into the proper headspace, and this time he requested that I up everything a notch. I told him he had to arrive to the session with panties underneath his street clothes, but they had to be a specific color. I also had him purchase something very embarrassing as a bit of an "accessory." I have to give my dungeon partner, Natasha Strange, credit for the original idea of a blow-up doll. I figured it was high time to see what I could get one of my subs to do with this modern day contraption. norm didn't disappoint me and I had a giddy time snapping embarrassing images of him doing "things" with Cleopatra, as the box named her.
3. Tuesday was a big FIRST for me as I was able to something that I have contemplated for a very long time: the Mistress shopping trip. Now don't get me wrong. I have been taken out to get AN ITEM at a specific store, but I have NEVER spent the day with a slave walking around, going from store to store, and picking out whatever I fancied. Everything was all planned out and we had a marvelous time discussing everything we saw while I blithely added to my wardrobe. Shopping was followed up by dinner at a four star restaurant, and then we made our way back for the session. I'd share more details, but I'm feeling selfish and want to relish in the rest of the memories privately ;).
4. Wednesday saw the return of a slave who first visited me at the Chambers of Angel Stern last year during one of my trips to New York City. She introduced us over dinner and then we had our first session together. Since then, I have continued to torment him on whichever coast he catches me on during his business travels. This time around was different, however. He wanted to experience an extended session with confinement, as well as a new premise for us to be meeting under. I never know how these long sessions are going to end up since they are usually brand new territory for the slave, but everything ended up swimmingly. We have taken things to the next logical step in our relationship and we are both pleased at the result. Dinner at one of my favorite restaurants followed and we were able to discuss all of the details of the session. Another great way to end an evening, but I wasn't quite through with my night...
   
5. A rather new sub returned for a late appointment and I was able to break out the electrical toys. He had never experienced electrical play when he first began seeing me, and now he is a veritable electro-slut as it were. I just might need to make some additions to my electrical accessory inventory if he keeps up as he has been.
6. Thursday was the San Francisco Foot Night Party. I attended with Trample Dave who also happened to appear on HBO series Cathouse that same night! Dave was the star of a five girl trample scene while he visited the Bunny Ranch. Of course I had to be the first woman to trample him at the party, and the fun didn't stop after that. There were lots of new guests in attendance who enjoyed the new location. I had an outstanding time having my feet and nylons worshipped throughout the night. I finished things off by dancing on top of Dave with another one of the foot models. He was truly flattened after we were done with him.
7. I finished up my week with a new visitor to my studio. He drove all the way down from Oregon to see me. This youngster has been a fan of mine for some time and now he was finally able to get under my feet. He had never experienced high heeled trampling before so I figured out a way for him to do so without getting injured. He's a pretty slim guy so the danger of a heel going right through his skin was high. I ended up putting a towel over his torso to act as a buffer between his skin and my heels. It still hurt--and even left marks, but not to the point of puncturing him in a dangerous fashion. I think he was pretty darned happy to have found a way to experience this type of trampling, and I know I was happy to do it with him. We also did a lot of face-standing and bare-foot trampling, but my highlight was doing something with him he had never done before.

There was some sort of Fetish Week that happened in San Francisco, but I had my own week of fun and fetish I guess you could say. Commercial events are just fine, but when you get to have fun in private like I do, it just can't be beat by dressing up and going out with a bunch of strangers.

Here's to some time to catch my breath and get ready to do it all over again soon!

VQ