Venus Ropes: Enduring Passions & Passing Fancies

When Disaster Strikes!

2009-09-11T14:29:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting here waiting for my landlord to return home to fix my exploding toilet. I had just started a dye batch of Lolita Pink and went back to cutting up black nylon rope when I hear a burst of water spraying. At first, I think I forgot to shut the washing machine off and all my dye is going down the drain. Then, I realize it's coming from the bathroom.

I peek in and see an intense blast of water spray coming from the shut off valve hose. Luckily, I have half a brain and know how to stop the water flow. I throw towels on the floor to soak up the mess and unplug and move the little space heater I keep in the bathroom for cold mornings.

Shit. I start looking around the bathroom to see if I have any dildos or butt plugs laying around drying or waiting to be cleaned. Then I start moving all the bins and bags of rope to my bedroom so he can't see it all. I pack up the hemp in a box. Some stuff is still in the trunk of my car. I left it there as it is going to camp next weekend. I throw my bathrobe over a few big coils of rope. Okay, I scan the room for other things. A black latex dress, a corset, fuck me shoes all get thrown into my bedroom. I hope I've gotten it all or at least the worst of it. Bras, thongs, stockings hanging to dry all get moved.

Now I call my landlord on the phone and tell him what's happened. I examine the piping and explain to him where the plastic connector has split right under the tank. It's a simple job to fix it I think and I'm right.

He's actually stopped in and replaced the hose in a matter of minutes.

So just remember when disaster strikes, hide your dildos!

I'm Gonna Be In Pictures

2009-08-03T18:52:00.001-07:00

Well, not me really, but my rope is. And not just porn, but in an art film.

David Lawrence called me last Saturday asking if I had some red hemp rope available. Luckily, I had just done a red dye batch mere days before he called. It wasn't cut up yet or anything, so his timing was great. Turns out he needed 240 feet for a film shoot in NYC on Wedsnesday. He's going to be doing the rigging in an alternate lifestyle film. He won't be in the film, but his work will. I'm eager to find out the title as I'm just going to have to go see it.

I met up with David in New Hope, Pa. just hours ago. One of our topics of conversation turned to The Floating World at which David will be teaching and I will be vending. I can't wait to see the size of the Dungeon, with equipment from the Black Phoenix and The Crucible.

It's interesting to me who uses my rope and what it gets used for. In the past month, I've had two different clothing designers buy bright colored synthetics for fashion shoots.

We always talk about pervertables, but what do we call it when someone de-perverts an item?
One woman bought a 100 feet of red 4mm hemp to cut up for book marks. Re-vanillaized? Born again hemp? Unperved? Depervertalized? It's almost as bad as the time I used my clover clamps on a potato chip bag. Hey, they were handy. It's my only excuse.

Boston Fetish Flea Market

2009-07-13T12:58:00.000-07:00

I hadn't been to Boston in years and I was really looking forward to going there. The only time in fact that I'd ever been was years ago on a trip with the Girl Scouts.

Boston is clean. It's a really clean, attractive city yet the parking situation is horrible. Most parking spaces are reserved for the residents. Blocks and blocks are marked for resident parking stickers only. If I went back, I would negotiate the city differently.

The weather was great. I'd heard stores about the "meltorama" where the flea market was being held. The morning was cold and clear and as a result the unairconditioned market wasn't too warm. I loved the industrial bathroom. Exposed copper piping ran across brick walls and worn wooden beams added to the textures in the room.

There were a total of 4 rope vendors at the event. My sales were solid, but not anything out of the ordinary for what I would expect from a one day show. I'd go back. My purchase of the day was a silicone dildo in the shape of an octopus tentacle. Lindsey found an "I love anal" pin and promptly attached it to her shirt. I laughed as my "rope bitch" urged shoppers to buy my rope as she told them I was saving up for a kidney transplant.

I did a demo, which was lots of fun, and got t0 tie up two cute redheads. I swear I had them both done in 15 minutes flat. A few girls came by the booth wanting breast harnesses and buying the rope after the demo. Lots of newbies were buying their very first pieces of rope. I also ran into previous customers, some from Shibaricon and some from Dark Odyssey events.

Friday night we cheaped it out in a Motel 6 just outside the city limits. Saturday luxury awaited us as I had prepaid for a room at Le Meridian, one of the nicer hotels in Cambridge. I paid the fat hotel parking fee. I wasn't going to let thousands of dollars of rope sit out on the sidewalk. We were informed that as two queen beds weren't available I'd been upgraded to a suite with a King bed and a convertable queen size bed.

I also indulged at dinner at the Rendezvous just a few blocks away. Oysters, Bluefish, Fava Beans and Gnocchi were all great choices accompanied by the Italian white wine. I'm terrible at remembering the wines I ordered. I have however realized picking wines that sound like Porn Stars is not the way to go. Ahem, Rodney Strong.

I also discovered that Lindsey's bar tab might actually be worse than Jefferson's. Midnight brought an invasion of the minibar searching for gin and tonic. My crackberry roomate sent me down the hall in my nightie to get ice. "You, you sex thing, you're hot, you go out in the hall and get the ice." Twittering and emailing and talking away, she mutters, " I'd kill my mother for a lime." I shake my head and finish running credit cards on the computer while she finishes the port I brought upstairs from the bar. We talk and talk and talk, but eventually we tire out.

Some how we're hungry again and stuff our faces at the hotel buffet. We drive around Boston a bit as I want to get a feel for the city and see the harbor. We realize we're never going to find a parking space anywhere near the art Museum we want to see and decide to head home.

I think I could spend two weeks there, easy.

Tesfest 2009

2009-07-09T12:37:00.000-07:00

Top Ten Fun Tesfest Happenings:

1. Getting staked to the lawn and tormented by Zelda and Uncle Marty.
2. Having my clothes cut off during a scene.
3. Getting to fuck Rita Seagrave at the non-bio gang bang. (What a hot bunch of women!)
4. Getting to kiss Rita at the gang bang. I think I actually enjoyed the kissing more.
5. Watching Naylon and his smoking cigar play on the patio.
6. Buying Boymeat at the Celebrity Auction for Zelda's Anniversary present.
(Three years! Which is fifteen in BDSM years.)
7. Giving Nix a self-suspension lesson.
8. Caning Zelda and then throwing her down on the floor to make out.
9. Getting an Uncle Marty spanking!
10. Winning the plaid short green kilt skirt at the auction for $40 bucks. Hilton tells me that skirt screams "spank me!"

Four Strand Bavarian Blond

2009-04-08T12:46:00.000-07:00

I'm so happy that I'm buried in raw hemp rope again. It took me months to find a new distributor after Ecolution fizzled out of rope. I still don't know what happened with them exactly, but I knew it was time to go on the hunt for alternative suppliers. I NEVER want to be dependent on just one supplier ever again.

My hemp rope drought ended in March. The four strand Bavarian shipped in from Munich on a Friday and the following Monday I was struggling to drag in hundreds of pounds of European hemp rope off my front porch. What a relief! I had 9 orders waiting to be filled and I got right to work.

In the above picture, the raw Bavarian is on the top of the pile. I was awed by how clean and pristine it is in it's raw, untreated stage. I processed it, (the lower pile on the left) and It truly is the nicest, most buttery soft, supple and delicious hemp rope I've ever had my hands on.

I'm offering it for $1.50 foot at Black Phoenix's Boot Camp on April 18th. For those of you who know how much this rope sells for on other sites, this is a really great deal. I'm tempted to keep most of it for myself, but business comes first.

The coils of rope on the bottom are 8mm on the left and 6mm on the right. The 8mm has a very golden color. Well, for those who thought you can't get 8mm, I have quite a bit.

Pussycat, Pussycat, I Love You

2009-03-24T14:13:00.000-07:00

Many people like to indulge in animal play. Pony play and petting zoos are examples of the more popular ways I've seen it expressed. I've always felt like Zelda treats me like a pet. A few weeks ago I told her that is exactly what I put on my Fetlife profile. I'm also a niece to Uncle Marty and that's my other special relationship.

On the way back from Winterfire in February we stopped at the Coach Outlet in Maryland just past the Annapolis Bay Bridge. We always check out the clearance stuff in the back.

"Oh, Look at this!" she exclaimed as she picked up a pink and brown dog collar. I give her a dirty look as she puts it around my neck in the middle of the crowded store. It's on sale for 15 dollars and this kitty's getting a fancy collar.

The next time we play she puts it on me. It's comfortable and I know it is a symbol of her love and affection for me. And that's a whole 'nother topic, collars and what they mean. Zelda and I will be together for 3 years soon and it's a perfectly natural expression of our relationship for her to put a collar on me.

I get a phone call one day. "What kind of a cat are you?" She wants to know. "Are you a tiger, a cheetah, an alley cat, a Siamese cat? What kind of cat is my Jo-cat?" I think for a minute and I'm definitely no alley cat nor am I some huge wild beast. "I'm a regular house cat. A pampered indoor house cat. I am not running around outside fighting with other cats. I am a yellow tabby like my own cat, Carter." "Send me a picture of Carter", she says. I want to know what my cat looks like. Eh? I look down. I thought she knew what my pussy looks like already. But, okay, she wants a picture, she'll get a picture.

Last week a new Coach outlet opened up near her home. "I found a pink and brown leash to match your collar." She also got me an ID tag. Jo-cat it says. A cute little tag for my collar.

I am one special pussy. PURRRRRRrrrr.

The Black Phoenix Club in Philly is going to start having Pony Play, Animal Play nights on the third Saturday of the month, starting in May. I know Zelda's going to put my collar and leash on me that night. I'm proud to be her pussycat.

Baking Bisquits

2009-03-23T19:59:00.000-07:00

I've had a hard time the past 5 months trying to get my hands on a new hemp rope supply. It took work but I found a new distributor and a source for German hemp rope as well.

I the past few days I've gotten my 4 strand Bavarian Blond from Germany and a huge order of regular hemp has come in from Eastern Europe. I have giant pots that I simmer my rope in and decided to go buy another one.

Ya know how they say one should never go shopping on an empty stomach? Well, I was bad, very bad. I never even found the kettle I wanted to buy and ended up buying all kinds of food.
Some good, some not so good.

I bought granola, oatmeal, yogurt, crackers, choc covered sunflower seeds, key lime cookies, choc chip cookies, jello cups, Dark chocolate coffee beans, Apricot preserves, Blueberry preserves, bagels and let us not forget the pecan crunch bars.

The fumes must be getting to me. Boiling rope is giving me the munchies.

Loving One's Slutty Self

2009-03-20T21:42:00.000-07:00

Something I haven't thought about in awhile came up recently and it's really gotten me boiling. What is it that lit a fire under this kettle? Small minded, judgemental people and the unpleasant reminder about what I hated about double standards before getting into this lifestyle.

Recently, someone made comments I find offensive regarding my beloved Zelda. Comments that labels her a disgusting slut because she likes to play with different people. First of all it just makes me mad because I don't like to hear about her feeling insulted or bad for being who she is.
I may not have the urge or need to have the variety that she craves but I am a slut as well.

It's been awhile since I felt humiliated or degraded. Growing up I was quickly labeled a slut. The first party I ever went to my Freshman year of high school turned into a humiliating nightmare. I lack sense when it comes to sex. I was curious and wanted it. I really didn't understand this bullshit about guys wanting it and then hating you when they actually got what they wanted.

I fucked around in my 20's. I don't think anyone ever took me seriously as girlfriend material. It took me a long time to accept and understand who I was. It took me a long time to get over the Catholic guilt for wanting sex. I never understood the game of withholding sex. I always knew right away if I wanted to fuck someone and didn't see the point of playing games about it.

Finally, in my 40's I found this lifestyle. I could explore my fantasies and talk about them and actually be valued for that. Up until this lifestyle I didn't have any relationships that actually lasted a year. Now I have that. I have that and more. I am okay with myself. Zelda and I are sluts and that's a damn fine thing. In fact, I happen to think it's a valuable commodity.

I think people should do what feels right for them. Just don't think that by making insulting and derogatory comments you get to impose your value systems on me. For a minute, I went back to a place that I had forgotten about. It's not a place I like to visit but it made me reflect and think back on how lousy things once were in my life.

So, I'm a dirty slut and that's just the way it is.

The really good new is I got 4-Strand Bavarian Blonde hemp today from Germany and it is gorgeous! Really beautiful rope. It's yummy.

Said To Me Yesterday

2009-01-16T12:45:00.000-08:00

"A whole lot of trouble could have been avoided if he had just told me I was prettier. She has squinty eyes and looks like an old woman."

Me: "Watch who you're calling old."

"You. You're like a 16 year old. You have the libido of a 16 year old."

Me: (Laughing) "Well, I'm sure not going to argue that point."

I think that's about how old Suzie is anyway. She's a squirrelly 16 year old.

Rope, Rope and More Rope

2009-01-15T19:32:00.000-08:00

I thought this winter was going to be a quiet time. I didn't think there was going to be much business. Already I am wrong. The month is barely half over and I've done well, surprisingly well.

Vending at The Winter Solstice turned out to be great. I made more at that then I did at Black Rose in 2007. Then I got a freaking huge order which I am still working on getting out. One order for 3,150 feet of nylon. Yesterday I got an email asking me to vend at Dark Odyssey Winterfire. So I said yes. Also yesterday, I finally got notice that I am on the Fetish Fleas' vendors mailing list. I applied to get on that list a year and a half ago! I thought they had forgotten about me.

I didn't think there would be any events to vend at until Shibaricon.
The list so far:
Feb 15-16 Dark Odyssey Winterfire- Washington D.C.
Feb 28 Mardi Gras at the Black Phoenix-Philadelphia
April 18 Boot Camp at the Black Phoenix-Philadelphia
May 26 weekend Shibaricon- Chicago

I don't know about the rest of the economy but it doesn't seem to have affected rope sales.

Jo-B-Q

2009-01-07T12:30:00.001-08:00

"We need some Cole slaw to go with this."

It was New Year's Eve at the Black Phoenix Club in Philadelphia. I was naked, a slab of meat that was slowly being heated. Laying on the table on my stomach, Steve B. and the Ace of Hearts were toasting me like a marshmallow.

I'd worn a pretty party dress. The kind of dress I save for a special fancy event and now I was feeling like that girl in the Elvis Costello song.

Steve B. had talked him into getting the fire play kit so I figured it was only fitting that he give him a lesson on how to use it. Of course, there's nothing like hands on learning. It also doesn't suck when two guys are topping you together.

I'd had some tense days working up to this night. I'd been in charge of registration and badges and the program. I'd spent the first few hours checking in the guests. Now, I was totally and fully relaxed. The heat from the fire was soothing. I focused on the touch of their hands and the warmth of the flames.

Flipping over was a different story. First of all you can now see the fire. That's not so relaxing! It was a bit tense at first watching the flames come and go and they used different techniques of fire application. I found the dissipated warmth of the flames that were fanned from a spritzer bottle of alcohol most enjoyable.

I've always had very sensitive nipples and I wasn't too crazy about having them set on fire. On the other hand I'm a glutton for pussy torture and loved that end of it. More! More!

At the end, as I was putting my stockings, garters, dress and boots back on, Steve B. commented, "That's the problem when play ends. They put their clothes back on."

Well, I just glad somebody still wants to see me naked!

If You're Going to Quote Me, Get Your Shit Straight

2008-12-29T21:20:00.000-08:00

Earlier this evening I got an email from Ansley asking for Free rope to review.

My response was:

Nice Try.
I happen to be personal friends with many bloggers. If I gave rope to you, a total unknown, Vivianne, Wendy Blackheart, Lynsey, Axe, Tilda, Desire and Jefferson (oh, I did give rope to him and he still plugs me) would have a fit. Your site looks totally commercial and has no personal anecdotes at all.

Order? What order? With all this frenzy of blogger swag and testing products I guess she thought it was a good idea to go fishing to see what she'd catch.

Thanks, Viv for pointing out the twitter to me. Thanks, Avah for sticking up for me. Avah earned her rope by being my rope assistant on many occasions.

And writingdirty dude, your rope is cut and just needs to be whipped and shipped out tomorrow.
So what's your blog? I just saw the twitter.

Anyhow. I know way too many cool people that buy rope from me. There'd be a riot if you got some. And now, I'm REALLY not impressed.

I have given rope to a few people. And it's always been in person. Jefferson for one. He earned his keep at Shibaricon last year when he found a bag of 400 feet of hemp I almost left under a table. Woosh. I would have cried. He also helps!

I gave Graydancer rope when Lee Harrington gave some of his away in the raffle at the Baltimore Erotic Arts Festival. I have given Shibari Warrior tons of rope, but he's the one that got me started in this business. I have donated rope to various events for fundraising purposes. Let me just say Jefferson again and boy, I really do miss his writing.

Lolita Wolf has been given and has bought rope from me. She even gets one named for her: Lolita Pink!

I still have no idea who the hell you are and if you would even know what to do with it. Ever been in a dungeon? Ever been to an event? I'm all riled up now.

You miss, are no Lolita Wolf.

Dear Uncle Marty's Boss

2008-12-28T12:09:00.000-08:00

Dear Uncle Marty's Boss,

I really need you to stop making Uncle Marty work weekends and all those late nights. He's just not getting all the blow jobs he needs. It's really hard to keep up with my chores if my poor uncle is at work all the time.

Right now he's laying on my bed in his white socks with a sleepy grin on his face. He looks so peaceful. It's amazing what sex and a nice blow job can do for a guy.

I learned today that I can take off all my clothes with a cock in my mouth! Well, it's kinda hard to do that when the cock is at work all the time. Maybe you could start a program with visitation rights like they do in prison since you keep him locked up there all the time.

Santa brought me some nice presents but there is nothing like the gift of a rock hard penis. We even found a red condom to put on and made it very festive. It also tasted like strawberries! Durex makes some fun stuff.

That's the end of my plea, but please don't forget "all work and no play makes Uncle Marty a dull Uncle."

Sincerely Yours,
Slutty Suzie

Recent Pillowtalk

2008-12-25T20:39:00.000-08:00

We're just laying in bed, sort of resting and talking in the afternoon. Zelda's cat jumps up on the bed and joins us.

Zelda: "Angus is such a cute cat, I think I'll have the Native American people (it's a company that does a lot of events) stuff him when he dies."

"me: "You're going to stuff the cat?""

Zelda: "Sure, he'll make a nice paddle."

me: "I can see it now. Dead cat play. You swinging a dead cat by the tail in the dungeon. That ought to really freak the shit out of people. I've seen some really intense stuff , but this'll have them totally bonkers."

I haven't written for lack of material. I'm just so unbelievably busy. I've been helping out www.blackphoenixclub.com get ready for the Winter Solstice event this New Year's week.

It's going to have a really great rope track. I was really impressed when I found out Jay Wiseman, Graydancer, Dov, Steve B., Firefly, David Lawrence and Shibari Warrior will all be presenters.
There's more that that but ya know, first and foremost it's about the rope with me.

I've paid my fees to vend at Shibaricon. The early bird rates end with the new year.

I've added a fourth store to the list that sell my rope.
NYC- Purple Passion
Baltimore- Sugar
Philadelphia- Passional
Milwaukee, Wisc. - Tool Shed Toys

Happy Holidays and I hope some of you can come out to the Black Phoenix.

Black Phoenix Winter Solstice Event

2008-12-05T19:03:00.000-08:00

The Black Phoenix Dungeon in Philly will be having a 4 day event called "Winter Solstice" beginning with a New Year's Eve Party at 8 PM. The next three days will follow with classes, vendors and evenings at the play space.

The www.blackphoenixclub.com website is up with more information. You can buy tickets for $75.00. They are available on the Venus Ropes website so click here to purchase. This includes the whole enchilada. As this price is quite reasonable there is no individual day fee available. So come one or two days or come for the whole shebang.

One of the highlights will be January 3, where the focus will be on Pony Play and will culminate in the "Pony of the Year" contest. Shibari Warrior, Dov and Steve B. are teaming up to give a great day of rope bondage on January 1. I know that Jay Wiseman is flying in from the coast to attend and teach.

I wish I could explain just how much work has gone into improvements. It is trully a labor of love and some trully dedicated individuals have worked very hard to bring this place into being. Please lend us your support!

Quashing Hemp Rumors

2008-12-01T12:38:00.000-08:00

A week or so ago, I received an email from a rope competitor, Aja rope. They pretty much stated that Ecolution had ceased hemp rope production and wanted my business. I sure didn't want a competitor as my supplier and also, having been in touch with Ecolution, no indication from them that they had any plans on ceasing to supply rope. In fact, it is their biggest selling item.

I spoke to Ecolution regarding the deliberate misinformation being spread. I forwarded the email to them. They told me Aja is not one of their customers and has never been one and that Aja does not sell Romanian hemp. The rope they sell is Asian, it's different. I think Romanian and other European blends the best kind of hemp.

I'm not sure what Aja is up to. I just know that I'm suspicious of their motives and that Ecolution assured me that I will indeed continue to get the rope I need from them.

Spank Bank

2008-11-28T21:45:00.000-08:00

I've been watching season four of Rescue Me. Firefighters talk about sex a lot apparently. One episode focused on the term "spank bank". I'd never heard that term before but I really liked it. I'm pretty sure my ears perked up as soon as I heard it uttered.

A spank bank is the clip of hot scenarios that your brain calls up when you are masturbating and need to crank up the arousal. There's one scene where the guys are sitting around the lunch table sharing who they have stored in their "banks". Actresses, models, hot girls they've known are all fair game for the bank.

The conversation stops dead and the silverware and knives are quickly removed from the table as one not so bright fellow casually drops the name of one of the other guys wives.

"You're married to my sister and jerking off to my wife?"
I love the writing on this show. The shit they talk about is hysterical.

Of course, that made me think about what I "think about." It's not actors or people I don't know. I tend to relive exciting moments I've had already. Imagining sex with those I've been hot for in real life tends to be my motivator. So, of course, I'm curious. What do others think of when they masturbate? What do guys think of when they are trying to get hard? I wonder if there's a significant difference in what guys visualize compared to what women visualize.

So, I put the question out there. Who's in your spank bank?

P.S. How can I not like a show that has the line "with these ropes tied tight, we can do no wrong" in the opening theme song?

Bondage Slam

2008-11-18T14:29:00.000-08:00

I've been very busy and it has occurred to me that I have neglected to talk about a lot of the interesting things I've been doing.

One new and fun thing that I participated in was the Bondage Slam at Dark Odyssey Camp this past September. Zelda and I had never been in any kind of contest before and we thought it would be fun to try. Our rope skills are pretty good we figured we do well enough that we wouldn't look like total dopes.

It was a learning experience. We usually don't play escape artist stuff and being judged on how long it took people to get out of my ties was somewhat humbling. One of the contests was the fastest hogtie. The kicker was that you couldn't win it if your bottom got out in under two minutes. I stood there there pissed with my mouth open as the chick kicked right out of her ropes.

I knew I was going to have to change up fast as most of the things we were doing were being judged this way. I finally won one. We had to do a tie including a broomstick. This was similar to using a piece of bamboo. I'd also observed the best way to keep a bottom from being able to untie themselves is to include a wrap around the neck so that they are limited in how they can move and what they can see. Also, making sure the ending tie is no where near their hands helps.

I used the broomstick like a spreader bar and lashed the feet to it as the bottom kneeled. I then lashed the hands to the broomstick behind the bottom's back. If only we were allowed to take pics at camp! For good measure , I looped a length of rope around her neck, asking first it that was okay.

The last and most interesting contest was the challenge of doing bondage without any rope. We could use anything else we had and anything in the pavillion. I ended up in as one of the last three finalists.

I was wearing my orange corset and a length of silky matching material. I ripped my skirt out from under my corset and used it to bind my bottom. I also used my arms as well.

The winner was brilliant and deserving of it. She had her bottom lay on the ground and then simply placed a chair on top of him, pinning him down. She then sat on the chair with her boot on his chest. I loved that!

It's Only A Day Away

2008-11-07T14:39:00.000-08:00

It's a good thing when your biggest problem for the weekend is what to wear.

First I have to pick out an outfit for a photo shoot I'm doing with Desire. I've already done one shoot with Avah, back in July with this photographer. I wore my dark orange corset last time and can't wear that again. I'm leaning towards the red leather dress I bought from Le Chateau at Tesfest. With red fishnets and shoes, I'll look sizzling against the black backdrop. I have 6mm cranberry red hemp rope to tie with along with a bit of green khacki 4mm hemp. I think the colors will pop.

After the photo session, I'm crawling back through the tunnel to finally treat the Ace of Hearts to a romantic birthday dinner. Sophisticated and sexy is the look I'll project at the little French bistro he's picked out. Black and gold might be the colors of the evening. Bra? No bra? Tough choices. How sexy should I get? I don't want to be outright slutty for this type of evening.

There's a time and place for everything. Later in the evening, he can pull that top and dress off me and leave me in stockings and heels. Then, slut that I am, I will get down on my knees and suck that lovely birthday cock. Of course, I may have to give him a spanking first.

I can't wait until tomorrow!

7 Random Facts- a meme

2008-10-24T20:51:00.000-07:00

I'm jumping from Wendy's blog to do this meme.

1. The first time I was ever tied up was in Girl Scouts. I have no idea how it started but the other girls would tie me up in a chair and then time me to see how long it took me to get out. They were always amazed that I always got out no matter how long they took to tie me up.

2. I've always had a cat for a pet. Right now Carter is my fuzzy bunny. Earlier pets were: Wally, Koko, Sneakers, Nubian, Kitch, Tigerlily.

3. I was born pigeon-toed and had to sleep with stretcher bars on my feet. I wasn't allowed to go barefoot or wear sneakers and had to wear corrective shoes.

4. I got really mad when I was about 4 or 5 and my mother told me I had to start wearing a shirt out of the house. I have 4 brothers and they didn't have to wear shirts. I didn't get it. First the whole bit with the shoes and now I have to wear a shirt! wtf!

5. The only time I've left the country was to go to Mexico for one day. I have this fear they won't let me back in if I leave. I don't have a passport. The USA is big enough for me.

6. My blood type is ab positive. I'm on the Eat Right for Your Type diet. I went from a size 16 to a size 10. I abhor high fructose corn syrup. It's poison! Don't eat it!

7. I completely missed my first blogoversary! It was September 24! So I'm a month late.

The Black Phoenix is Back!

2008-10-24T20:30:00.000-07:00

Yeah! The Black Phoenix Dungeon is back in the same space in Philly. The lease was renegotiated with the owner and things are back in place.

I can't wait to go back when it reopens tomorrow night at 9 PM.

Life is never dull.

I'd better get cracking as I have a lot of sewing to do. I have a shirt to finish, a costume to alter for someone and my own costume to make for the Black Rose costume party next weekend.

Cha Ching

2008-10-15T16:04:00.000-07:00

The last 72 hours have been amazing. I've gotten orders for over 1000 feet of hemp and 600 ft of nylon. Luckily, I have most of what they needed.

Venus Ropes Romanian Hemp will now be on sale at Passional in Philadelphia. I dropped off over 700 feet of rope in time for "Everything You Want to Know About Rope, but Didn't Know Who to Ask" with Klawdya Rothschild. Klawdya is the lady that organized the Erotic Arts event in Baltimore last July. She also teaches at Shibaricon.

I'm just dizzy at how fast the orders are flying in this week. My day job is almost getting in the way.....

Sunday Was A Good Day for Hugs

2008-10-14T14:02:00.000-07:00

I met up with the Ace of Hearts Sunday night for dinner after vending at the New York Leather Weekend Street fair.

"I was going to give you an assignment this weekend", he tells me.
"I wanted you to get some hugs, like a Lolita hug."

The Ace of Hearts thinks Lolita hugs are way up there in the hug department.

"I did get a Lolita hug!" I told him. In fact, I got quite a lot of hugs once I thought about it.

"I also got a Boymeat hug, a Don Quixote hug, a Pyrosadist hug, a Dottie hug, a Dov hug and a Lindsey hug."

"Tell the truth, and tell me who had the best hug. I think Lolita hugs are the best." says the Ace of Hearts.

I thought about it and considered them. First of all I think it's a really healthy thing to get hugs and kisses from people you like. I had to give it to the Don Quixote hug. It was a soft, enveloping hug. A big fluffy down comforter kind of a hug.

"Of course," He tells me, "There's no replacing the Uncle Marty hug."

Later, as I'm ready to drop him off I take my seat belt off in the car. I want a big hug. A full body contact hug. I inhale a big whiff of him as I nuzzle into his neck. I want to absorb the scent of him before he goes off into the night. "This has to last me all week." I tell him.

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The street fair wasn't as eventful as last year's media frenzy. It was more laid back and in a more industrial area. The construction crew working across the street surely had an interesting eyeful.

The best part of the day was just hanging out with friends. I did okay in sales. I wasn't expecting a lot and packed light which turned out to be the way to go. Boymeat and I played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours " with our cuttings. Several people came to me for rope to tie things down as the wind picked up. Lindsey got me a yummy chocolate coffee. We drank those to keep warm as we talked astrology.

It was a generally good day.

I Miss Her Today

2008-10-11T11:35:00.000-07:00

I really miss my Zelda today. It's tough when she works two weekends in a row, which means I haven't seen her in two weeks. Yes, we talk everyday yet I miss her. I imagine being in her arms with my head laying in softness, surrounded by love and feeling totally peaceful and secure.

I know next weekend I'll be with her. It's her birthday next Saturday. I don't know what we'll be doing and it doesn't matter. We have fun no matter what we do. We could be working on the garden or suspending someone in a dungeon. I wrote her a poem last year and told her that everyday with her is a holiday. It's been 2 1/2 years of the best time of my life.

It's the Ace of Hearts birthday next weekend, too. It helps having something to look forward to. I know we'll all be together on Sunday to celebrate. Sometimes it's all or nothing. Coincidence? The fact that my two favorite people have a birthday a day apart? Well, it's my mother's birthday today. That says something about the Libras I have in my life.

When I first met Zelda I had to laugh at the similarities between her and my mother. They have the same dishes. No curtains on the back kitchen windows so that you can see the birds at the feeders. They both OCD over the dishwasher and the washing machine. I know Zelda's going to reorder stacked dishes even when I think it looks fine. It used to pain me as a child when my mother used to redo it after I'd finished. Now, I know it really has nothing to do with me.

I'll be busy all day tomorrow working the street fair. It's going to be a lovely day. It's one day closer to getting to see the people I love.

Uncle Marty's List

2008-10-05T18:00:00.000-07:00

"One thing's for sure", says Uncle Marty. "If I go to Winterfire I'm getting my own room."

"Oh" says Suzie, "I get to come and visit, don't I?"

"Nah" says Marty, "It's a Suzie-free zone."

I pout. A Suzie-free zone? Surely not!

"What! No sex in your room?"

"No. It's just for sleeping" he responds.

Right about this time my hands are feeling his warm body. We are tucked under the covers for an afternoon nap. I find his hard penis. "We have to get these shorts off."
"Just start tugging", he orders. But I want the shorts off and soon he agrees all underwear needs to shed. My mouth finds his cock and I crawl in between his thighs and start to suck and fondle him.

"Hmmm. Maybe blow jobs and sleeping."

It would be sad not to have blow jobs in Uncle Marty's room, now wouldn't it? I suck and play with his cock and finally I ask if we can fuck. Lazy Uncle Marty stays flat on his back as I crawl on top of him and ease slowly onto his cock. His hands start feeling for places to tickle me and I rock up and down.

"Well, there could be sleeping, tickling and blow jobs. I'll put a list on the door."

I tell him a story of a time when I was a licensed pest control operator and was sent to a home to exterminate for roaches. The lady had a list on her door of what people couldn't do inside. I think she was Baptist or something. No singing, no dancing, a bunch of other stuff and woman had to wear skirts. No pants were allowed. Well, I was wearing pants.

I explained that if this had to be rescheduled it could take weeks for someone else to come. I also didn't think the cockroaches would mind. Finally, she lets me in. It's a good thing because she had a bad infestation. I ended up tucking my socks into my shoes and putting bee gear to cover myself it was so bad. They were in picture frames, chairs and anything made of wood. There must have been hundreds of dying roaches when I left. That lady really needed to get control. Mind you, she wasn't messy, her house was not a pig sty. One thing she had to do was to throw out all the paper bags she was saving.

But back to the bedroom....

He fucks me good and we are laying on the bed. Uncle Marty is still good and hard.

"I think it's hand job time." I go get lube because he likes a really slippery hand job. It takes a long while to get him off. I'm playing with his cock and balls again and using corkscrew motions and two hands and some of the stuff I learned at camp.

"Well" He reconfigures, "Maybe it should be sleeping, blow jobs, tickling, hand jobs, some biting in there somewhere, and spanking."

I laugh as the list gets longer. Later he takes out his single tail and shows me how its starting to break in and that he can crack it now. I can think of another thing to add to the list on Uncle Marty's door.

But no sex. Sure...........

West Village Leather Street Fair

2008-10-03T19:09:00.000-07:00

On Sunday, October 12th Venus Ropes will be vending at the West Village Leather Street Fair from 2 to 7 PM.

I did this last year and it was quite the event. I never did see any footage that made it onto The Colbert Report but there was plenty of coverage and photos on the internet.

The Street Fair has moved to a larger spot on West 13th Street between Washington Street and West Street. It's about 5 bucks to get in. I hope the weather is as great as it was last year!

It Flys Out of My Pocket

2008-10-02T13:59:00.001-07:00

I wish I was better at budgeting and saving. I thought I was going to have all this extra money this month and somehow I've pissed it away. I have enough for all the essentials, don't get me wrong. Rent, food and basic bills are covered. I had a pretty good month and just thought there would be more left over at the end.

I went to Marshall's and bought clothes I didn't really need and shoes and boots I really didn't need. Lets not even talk about the underwear. I must have 100 panties and g-strings. It's not like I NEED more. That, and indulging on makeup. Lancome had really good gifts this month. Did I really need to spend over $150 on cosmetics? Geez.

I get mad at myself. I need a new sewing machine and with what I spent I could have gotten one.

Or I could have paid my vending fees for the Long Island Fetish Event.

And I need to be saving up the fees for Shibaricon vending. Yes, they want them already.

Oh yeah, and I want to register to go to Black Rose for Halloween. I wasn't chosen to vend this time around. Ticks me off as they have a better bondage classes this year. I'm looking forward to seeing Lew Reubens.

The other big ticket item I want to save for is a new bed. I really, really want a new bed. A bed big enough for Uncle Marty to fit in comfortably. It's not good when your lovers can't fit in your bed! A nice, soft cushy bed so I don't wake up with a sore back.

I have to make a jar or something and throw money in it each week for the things I want. Every time I go to spend, I'll have to think twice about how it might be taking me from my goal. I don't need to scrimp and suffer, just be a bit more thoughtful.

I want to be clear on the fact that I don't have any credit cards. I use my debit card for everything. If I don't have the money, I don't do it, buy it, or eat it. Some weeks are flush and some weeks are spare. Some months, such as May tend to be tight as I put every cent into product for events and until I start making money at said event, I am cash poor.

I am making a promise to myself to be more careful and have stronger intention. I am going to focus on goals and stay the path. I'm going to accomplish all these things. I'll have that bed by Christmas!

Giving Back

2008-09-27T08:49:00.000-07:00

I was really sad to see Paul Newman died. What a man. My mother used to have a picture of him taped on the wall in the back pantry of the kitchen. After watching some of his movies I agreed with her. He was steaming hot.

When he came out with his line of salad dressings we had pictures of him lined up. I enjoyed his sense of humor and always read the back of the bottles. He knew how to live life and have fun.
He also did good deeds with the funds from his food line. Life was lived at full tilt with his love of racing. He loved his wife and family.

As a side note: I need to stop trying to reason with raging lunatics. They are too full of acid and vengeance and nastiness. There are some things I need to stop reading as it ceases to be any form of constructive. It just goes in a big circle, round and round and round. Will it ever exhaust itself? Only time will tell.

I don't understand the level of hate and vindictiveness I see. I just don't get it. Ex-wives seem to be in a class of their own with the lengths they can go to destroy their exes. I'm not talking about just one person. It's something I've seen more than once. It's something I've been at a loss to understand because I wouldn't ever do that to someone. I've had the opportunity and the information at times to wreak havoc on another. I guess its just a weapon I don't want to use.

I gave a lecture last night on the Midlife Crisis. It was for an astrology group and yes, there are specific transits and a timetable that the midlife crisis follows. The 60's babies that are now in their 40's are going through them now. They are having a really horrible time because they all have a Pluto/Uranus conjunction in their chart. This planetary combination exits for all born in that era. It makes it that much worse and it can drag it out.

The Midlife Crisis consists of a combination of major transits occurring together in the early and mid-forties. It lasts 4 to 5 years and will be most challenging period of any one's life. The good news is that it does end. Transiting Uranus comes to oppose Natal Uranus. Transiting Neptune comes to square Natal Neptune. Saturn makes its second opposition to itself. This combination only hits us once every 42 years. Most of us make it through the first one. The second time around, near age 84, like Paul Newman (age 83), we don't survive it.

My own Midlife Crisis started when I was thrown out of an apartment I had lived for 8 years and a comfortable job. The cost of living in New Jersey had a huge effect on the fact that new owners purchased the building and jacked the rent up $400 per month.

One of my brothers agreed to take me in temporarily. He lived more than an hour south of where I was and I ended up leaving the job I had as well. It took some time to find another job. I was really broke and without the help of friends I would not have kept my car. I even applied for food stamps. I was glad at this point to have a roof over my head.

Strangely enough, this is when I got interested in BDSM. I hadn't been dating at all for many years. All of a sudden, I had a guy and sex was part of my life again. No job, but I had sex! I worked as a babysitter for a friend through the summer and then got a job at a country club right after that ended. Things got a little better.

After a year and a half, my brother asked me to move out. Again, with the help of friends loaning me money for a rental deposit and physically helping me to move I found this apartment. Weeks before the move, my father died. I was devastated. Financially, I couldn't even go down to North Carolina for the Memorial Service and take the unpaid time off from work. I had to move! How was I going to do this? A friend handed me a check for a thousand dollars and told me I didn't ever have to pay it back. I could now afford to take off a week of work, go down and spend time with my mother and stay for her birthday, which was two days after the service.

I got into a car accident on the way back to New Jersey. I had to take a day off to get a rental car and take care of insurance and car repair details. My first day back into work my favorite boss of all time tells me he's given notice. When the shit piles on, the shit piles on. Now, I have to look forward to moving. Oh yeah, and this is when the guy I was seeing decided to dump me.

I left that job six months later and went through a year working at three different places. I wasn't happy and nothing felt stable. I had no social life and no sex life for a year. I decided to start my own business. An Uncle of mine died and both my mother and an Aunt each gave me $5000. I paid back all the people that had lent me money. I took care of my debts.

Now, I have my rope and painting business. I have a regular job that offers fantastic medical benefits. I'm still cleaning up my mess. I still owe to credit card companies that I defaulted on when I was so broke for those few years. I'm climbing back up that hill I fell down. I've got a fulfilling social life and people that I love. My world has improved greatly. I don't know that I'll ever own that house I want so dearly, but things are better.

This is why when I see my friends in their 40's going through awful, awful shit that I feel I need to help and support them. I had people that believed in me and knew I was going to get back on track. I know what it feels like to be in those shoes. I know what it feels like to have the world cave in on you. Friends, my friends and their generosity got me through. And I'll give back anyway I can. I don't know why people seem to think that you're supposed to do it all alone.

The thing I learned the most out of all of that is what to value. It wasn't money, although we do need it. It was the people that helped me and believed in me and knew I was going through a rough spot and that someday I'd work myself out of it. That's the kind of person I want to be for my friends. I'm not going to stand on the dock and watch them drown saying how they ought to have taken swimming lessons. I'm jumping in!

Food Meme- So What Have You Put in Your Mouth?

2008-09-25T13:38:00.000-07:00

I found this on The Evil Minx's site.

1. Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2. Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3. Cross out any items that you would never consider eating
.4. Optional extra: post a comment on Very Good Taste, linking to your results.

1. Venison — yes.
2. Nettle tea– no
3. Huevos rancheros —si!
4. Steak tartare — amazingly delicious
5. Crocodile — Can't I just wear it? Does turtle soup count?
6. Black pudding — no
7. Cheese fondue — how retro
8. Carp– I think so.
9. Borscht– Yes, I LOVE beets.
10. Baba ghanoush– Yes, I'm a big fan of eggplant when it's cooked right.
11. Calamari — best I ever had was on the boardwalk at Point Pleasant
12. Phở — Yes, I love Vietnamese food.
13. PB&J sandwich– Of course, and let us not forget the Fluffernutter.
14. Aloo gobi- Yes
15. Hot dog from a street cart – Many times in NYC
16. Epoisses — Yes, but boy does it stink.
No.17. Black truffle — Yes, and I know why they are so expensive.
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes. Does Cherry Bounce count?
19. Steamed pork buns — Yes
20. Pistachio ice cream — Yes, and I prefer it smooth, without nuts in it.
21. Heirloom tomatoes —Yes, they look cute, but a Jersey tomato picked from garden is much better.
22. Fresh wild berries — Yes
23. Foie gras– Yes, despite my horror at how it's produced.
24. Rice and beans Yes.
No.26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper, most likely, I've tried every kind of pepper.
.27. Dulce de leche — I absolutely love the ice cream version.
28. Oysters —I prefer Bluepoints. I was lucky enough to work in a 3 Star Resturant and got to try many different kinds.
29. Baklava–
30. Bagna cauda — No, but I would. Anchovies and Garlic.
31. Wasabi peas — great snack
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl , No, but I want to. Has to be New England, I don't like Manhattan.
33. Salted lassi — no
34. Sauerkraut — yes, I am half Polish. I grew up on the shit. We call it capusta.
35. Root beer float — Yes, many, many, many although now I prefer the Diet version now.
36. Cognac with a fat cigar — Yes. Grand Marnier and a Cigar. Port and a Cigar. Ah, those were the days.
37. Clotted cream tea – no
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O– yes. I can't remember.
39. Gumbo Yes
40. Oxtail — They are very good.
41. Curried goat — Yes
.42. Whole insects — I leave that to my cat. Only if I were absolutely starving.
43. Phaal — Yes! I have a rating system for curry. It gets one star every time I have to blow my nose.
44. Goat’s milk no
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/€80/$120 or more not interested
46. Fugu — I'd better write my will first.
47. Chicken tikka masala —
48. Eel — My favorite sushi.
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut — The best doughnuts. They even have a Key Lime doughnut.
50. Sea urchin — Some day when I go to Japan.
No.51. Prickly pear —Yes, overrated.
No.52. Umeboshi — no
No.53. Abalone — No
54. Paneer — .I may have and I would.
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal — Yes. But I am a Whopper girl at heart.
56. Spaetzle– Yes
57. Dirty gin martini — no thank you.
58. Beer above 8% — I'm sure some of the Weiss beers I've had qualified.
59. Poutine — no. I would really like to try this. Who wants to go to Montreal?
60. Carob chips — yes.
61. S’mores — Should I get out the girl scout uniform?
62. Sweetbreads — No, but I would.
63. Kaolin — Clay? It's clay? No, but I'm sure I've put some on my face.
64. Currywurst —no
No.65. Durian — sure, more stinky food.
No.66. Frogs’ legs — Yes, tastes like chicken, very tender chicken.
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake. Yes!
68. Haggis — I'd taste it.
69. Fried plantain — yes.
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette– no
71. Gazpacho — yes.
72. Caviar and blini– Yes, and I've even made blinis.
73. Louche absinthe — No and I believe I've done enough damage to my brain cells.
74. Gjetost, or brunost — no.
75. Roadkill —only if i have no other choice.
76. Baijiu —I say no thanks to the Chinese version of white lighting.
77. Hostess Fruit Pie — yes, blueberry.
No.78. Snail — Yes, smothered in garlic and butter and served with lovely thick bread.
79. Lapsang souchong — Yes.
80. Bellini — yes
81. Tom yum – Yes
82. Eggs Benedict — a favorite brunch item.
No.83. Pocky —OOOH! At first I thought no, then I looked up what it was.
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant — I'm going to say yes. I've worked as a garde manger at some and I've certainly tasted more than that.
85. Kobe beef — what a treat.
86. Hare — yes, it's all about how you prepare it.
87. Goulash — Yes.
88. Flowers — Yes, nasturshams are peppery!
89. Horse — I'm not sure.
90. Criollo chocolate —Yes, I have cooked with this. Best on the planet.
91. Spam — yes, but it was more fun to toss it.
92. Soft shell crab — oh, yes.
93. Rose hariss —I think this is misspelled. Rose Haissa is a chili pepper.
94. Catfish — best when blackened.
95. Mole poblano — another favorite.
96. Bagel and lox — yes, with capers.
97. Lobster Thermidor —yes, and I don't like it. Just give it to me with lemon and butter.
98. Polenta — Yes
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee — Yes
100. Snake — no, but I would. If it tastes anything like eel, I'm there.

I'd try most of this stuff. The only things I'd tend to avoid are the alcoholic substances. Of course, who know what I'd put in my mouth.

Wanna do the meme? Go for it, but let me know that you have.

It's Always A Good Day....

2008-09-24T19:06:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was a pretty good day. My car passed inspection! It's 8 years old now and I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was the last car in line. My car insurance has dropped considerably. So here's to another year without a car payment!

I had my first bone density test yesterday and I was relieved to hear I have good healthy bones. Without my medical insurance from this new job I'm sure I wouldn't have had one done. These things are ridiculously expensive. I think this is the first time in about 10 years I've had medical benefits so I am going to have every test and go to each and every doctor I can think of.
Twice, at least twice. The chiropractor I see weekly.

For those of you who don't have medical benefits there are some free options available. If you make under a certain amount you can apply to get pelvic exams and mammograms for free due to a program for cancer screening from the federal government. I believe we have former President Clinton to thank for that program. I've taken advantage of that one in the past.

There are also free HIV testing available at various county clinics. I had my first HIV test done this way. I'm all for taking advantage of what's out there.

The next two events I'll be vending at are the New York Leather Weekend Street Fair in October on Sunday of Columbus Day weekend and the Long Island Fetish Fair on November 15.

How to Be a Smart and Ethical Submissive

2008-09-22T14:58:00.000-07:00

1. Educate yourself. Join a group such as TES or Knot4Every1 or MAST. Go to classes and meetinging and munches and events. Learn what is acceptable behavior in the lifestyle and what protocols are standard.

2. Have a safeword. One of the things we like to do in the BDSM world is to push limits and try new things. The most basic safewords are colors, Green for go, Yellow for slow down and Red for stop. Some smart asses have included beige as well, an indication that they are Bored! I use Red. Keep it simple. Discuss your safeword before you play with someone. It's your responsibility!

3. Make friends in the lifestyle. When I first got involved I only had online friends. Then I joined a group and made friends. In the 6 1/2 years I've engaged in BDSM the number of people I know in real life has soared. I've met at least 75% of the people listed as friends on my FETLIFE profile. You should have someone to talk to and confide in other than your Master. My first Dominant told me I needed to find someone I could talk to. A responsible Dominant will encourage you to have friends as opposed to someone who tries to limit who you can have contact with.

4. Expect a learning curve. They say that the first two years have the most emotional ups and downs. You can hit a land mine and have an emotionally distressing reaction to a scene. Be aware that this can happen and don't blame your top when this happens. It's much harder when this happens in a scene where you are not close to the person. It can leave you hanging on an emotional cliff. Have a back up plan when you need additional aftercare. Don't agree to a hardcore scene with a stranger if you're not prepared!

As an added note: I find that some of the most upsetting things can happen to people at play parties or orgies. I read of one girl having different people come by and tie her up and at the end she was stuck with no one to get her out. It helps when in a group to designate a primary top for the scene. Again, you need to make sure there's someone at the end to depend on. I'm a big fan of the buddy system. It's like swimming, it's not safe to go in the water alone. Often, Zelda and I co-top. We'll designate who is the primary in running the scene.

Sometimes a scene can go bad. Both the top and the bottom have responsibility here. Be clear on the safeword so that the top really knows you are in distress. A big joke is that "stop" is not a safeword, screaming and "ow that hurts" are not safewords. A week or so ago I was being double topped by Zelda and the Ace of Hearts. I was screaming and saying all kinds of things. The Ace of Hearts noted, "She's making lots of noise, but I notice she's not saying a safeword." That's right. The noise and struggle are part of the fun for some of us.

If a scene does go bad, don't make more out of it than what it really is. If there is a problem or you are upset with something have the decency to let the top know first before you start telling stories about them. I've had scenes that were very intense and some that went too far. It's happened enough that now I know what is going on. Buried deep seated feelings can be purged as a result. You can have a bad experience with a long-term play partner as well as a one-time scene.

A pet peeve I have is hearing people complain about a top. The thing I don't hear in the story is that they took the time to negotiate beforehand and I often don't hear mention of a safe word being called. Again, take responsibility to discuss things beforehand.

5. Play with people you trust. I play with people I know or who have an established reputation. If you don't know someone, make sure a friend knows where you are and what you're doing. Often, people ask me to top them and being asked to suspend someone is the most common request. One of things I hear often is that they feel that they can trust me. I've established a reputation as having a skill in that area.

Watch how a person behaves during a scene. Is this someone you can respect and trust? One of the things about playing with someone who knows you well is that they can test limits and push you and be able to take you places.

6. Doing alcohol or drugs impedes both the ability of the top to gauge the scene and the bottom can put up with pain that when sober would cause alarm. Be aware that by engaging in this way the chances of problems increase.

7. Be respectful. There are people I'll never play with again. I don't mean tops. I mean bottoms. Don't embarrass the top or act out during the scene unless its part of an agreed dynamic. I'll never forget one girl screaming as I suspended her. I cringed as everyone in the dungeon stared at us. Then to be told, "I act any way I please." as I explained to her that her behavior was not acceptable. I seriously wanted to drop the spoiled brat on her ass.

So, that's my say on the subject.

HNT: Taking a Picture of Your Own Ass is Not That Easy

2008-09-17T18:53:00.001-07:00

I took I don't know how many pictures before I actually got a good shot of my first cutting. Zelda and I had talked about it for some time and agreed we would do this at camp.

Zelda used a #11 scalpel to make the cuts. I screamed a lot. Afterwards I got on my hands and knees and she put to good use what she had learned in the fisting class. I was flying on the endorphins. I mean really, really flying. This was the biggest buzz I'd ever had from anything.

Zelda was going to spin Fire Poi for the first time and we went and I watched. Some of the people we really skilled at it. Soon, I found myself nodding off. I was crashing. I became exhausted and had to go right to bed.

That meant no peepshow. I had planned a whole masturbation scene including self bondage and it's going to have to wait. I had no idea I was going to have the reaction that I did. It was an intense experience and I've had some good ones.

So here's a little picture of my first cutting. I have no idea how my body is going to react or how long it will last. Some people redo their cuttings over and over. I think I want to try doing a lizard next. I've always thought about getting a tattoo of a lizard. Now, I understand the tattoo junkies. Once you get a taste for this, it doesn't leave you. Body modification can be addictive.

Just For the Record

2008-09-17T18:53:00.000-07:00

On certain blogs these days the conversation turns to the subject of outing. I personally think it the most heinous of crimes. In the BDSM community privicy is very important. If one were to do such a thing to another, surely they would be black-balled throughout the groups and events as a dangerous and untrustworthy character.

It's unforgiveable. It's hateful and cruel. I cringe at the mere idea of it.

The BDSM community has ethics and rules. I'm wondering if the sex-blogging community understands they ought to have the same. It's one thing to be publicly out on one's own terms.

I'm thinking a lot about character these days and about values.

My resolve is being sorely tested.

R. I. P. Cody

2008-09-16T13:01:00.000-07:00

I called Zelda when I got home from work today just like I do almost every day. I'm not quite sure when it started, but we usually talk at least once a day. Sometimes as much as five times a day. We just always have something to talk about. It's that way.

Today she answers and right away she tells me Cody died this morning. Cody was her big black German Shepard. He wasn't doing too good. His hip was really bad for one thing and he had other medications to take as well. He needed help getting up and down the stairs for the past few months. I thought he wasn't going to make through last winter and I was sure this winter would be worse trouble.

Zelda had let him outside this morning and when he didn't come back barking to be let in she went looking for him and found that he had passed. I'm so glad he waited for her to come back from camp. If he had died while she was away she would have felt awful. We knew he didn't have too much longer. I'm glad she didn't have to make the decision to put him down.

Cody will be cremated and placed along side previous pets ashes. She still has her puddy cat Angus to keep her company. She's not looking to replace the dog. We go on too many trips.

Zelda loved Cody a lot.

Top Ten Cheap Camp Thrills

2008-09-15T16:49:00.000-07:00

1. Snapping Lolita's garters (she looked so cute!)

2. Wendy feeling up my tits.

3. Swimming topless.

4. Watch M and L fuck.

5. Getting bit in the ass by a mosquito while coming.

6. Watching Luke (formerly Hunter) get all gussied up.

7. Watching Nina Hartley suck Rascal's dick.

8. Getting flogged in the pool.

9. Kissing a mermaid.

10. Selling rope without even trying.

Off To Camp

2008-09-11T19:07:00.000-07:00

At this late hour I am half packed for Dark Odyssey Summer Camp. I'm tired but looking forward to arriving at camp just before noon tomorrow.

Much has been going on even though I may not have written much in the past few weeks. There was Floating World and the Floating World After- party.

The Black Phoenix Dungeon is in the process of relocating. I got an emergency phone call a couple of weeks ago asking for help in removal of the dungeon furniture. We got the most expensive stuff out but unfortunately much of the food and cleaning supplies were left behind in the limited time we had.

I attended the fundraiser for FOJ and donated $100 worth of Venus Ropes stuff. The hemp rope went fast! Two 30 foot hanks of red 6mm hemp didn't sit on the table for long. Selina Fire scooped them up. And no, I am not a douchetard. If that is even a real word. Ugh with the name calling.

It's been hard being in the middle of so much drama of different sorts going on. My friends are my friends. I don't want to have to pick sides. I may not like some of their behavior nor does that always mean I'm in total agreement with everything they do and say but I'm strong on loyalty. Even if I'm angry or frustrated with them. The friends I have in this lifestyle are important to me. I really hate some of the crap that goes on.

Camp surely won't be the same as last year. Some important people won't be there. I've got a list of things I want to do this time.

The Bondage Slam on Friday night will be fun. Zelda has her hog tie down and we can do some fancy shit with a 10 foot piece of rope.

I want to do something in the peep show. My partner from last year is AWOL so I've concocted a masturbation scene including some self-bondage for my performance.

Zelda's going to do some cutting on me. She has a special knife and stencils for the design. I told her I want a "tramp stamp". That poor girl, first I have to explain fluffers to her and now the tramp stamp.

I have no idea if I'll fuck anyone new. I'm not sure that its that important anyway.

The Ace of Hearts told me that if I get bored I should just go over to Lolita's cabin and slam the door. Hmmm.......we'll see.

Any Asshole Can Buy a Shirt

2008-08-19T13:27:00.000-07:00

This was the one thing that really pissed me off at Floating World.

I see this guy coming around on Saturday, looking at the rope. The second time he came over to peruse my wares I started asking him questions. I had assumed from the t-shirt he was wearing that he knew something.

The shirt stated that the wearer is a qualified rope bondage instructor. Now, my friend Shibari Warrior has this very shirt and has every right to make such a claim as he has taught at various events and for many different groups.

I ask the dude what he's interested in.
He doesn't know.
I ask him how much rope he owns.
He tells me he doesn't have ANY!

At this point, I may have scared the newb off. I think I sputtered and said something to the effect that he had no business wearing the shirt. I was ready to take him down and remove it and put it on over his head backwards.

It just mother fucking pissed me off.

Bottoming From the Top

2008-08-13T13:08:00.000-07:00

"Suzy's got chores to do. Suzy's been very bad, she hasn't been doing her chores."

He stood over me as I sat on the sofa. As he said this, he began undoing his pants. I began to get down on my knees thinking he wanted a blow job.

"No, no, no." He pushed me back sitting on the sofa and then lay on top of me pinning me with his bare ass in my lap. "You're going spank me until your hand is sore."

And spank I did. I spanked with one hand slowly and two hands fast. I smacked that ass hard and watched it get red. My hands were getting very sore. When I couldn't spank anymore I undid his shoes and pulled his pants off his ankles.

He sat as I got on my knees. He pulled his shirt over his head as I began to suck his hard cock.
I could feel my pussy getting wet as I sucked and licked.

I looked up and opened my eyes. His were closed.

"Why is it that you're naked and I still have all my clothes on?" I asked.

"Well, that's just wrong. Besides I know what Suzy wants now. She wants Uncle Marty to fuck her like the slutty girl she is."

I pulled my clothes off quickly as we moved to the bedroom. I got on my hands and knees on the bed and waited for him to enter me. Three weeks I had waited for him. Traveling had kept him away. He slapped my ass as I gasped. I could feel spasms almost immediately after he entered me. I've heard of men getting so excited they came as soon as they were in. This time it was the opposite. I came immediately and then settled in. We fucked dog style for awhile. Then he needed a rest and laid down on his back while I rode him for awhile.

We shifted position again. He stood at the corner of the bed and we fucked with my feet in the air which happens to be a great vantage point for tickling. I think we invented a new one, or at least a new one that I'd never done. I ended up in a fetal position perpendicular to his body at the bed edge. It felt delicious. I love having his cock in me.

We laid down and I settled in between his legs. I got lube and a glove and put one finger in his anus. I licked his balls as I yanked away with my other hand. I stroked gently and slowly and softly licked his balls. I commented that the lube tasted minty (ID Glide). It felt so cozy down there between his big strong thighs.

He warned me he was going to come. Big spurts shot out. I held his still hard cock carefully, knowing they can be very tender afterwards.

"Did you ever do a circle jerk to see who could shoot the farthest?"

"No, but I'm sure that's something we could arrange at camp or something."

My money's on Uncle Marty. I'll be his fluffer.

Feeding Frenzy

2008-08-10T17:02:00.000-07:00

I am an astrologer. I study behavior and behavior patterns in charts. Some time ago I wrote a paper regarding the patterns of behavior in the chart of the USA and its culture. I compared some of the behaviors in our culture to that of ancient Rome.

"This is a culture in which addictive violence has become not merely a collective spectacle but also one of the crucial sites where private desire and public culture cross. The convening of the public around scenes of violence has come to make up a "wound culture": the public fascination with torn and open bodies along with torn and open psyches, a public gathering around the wound and the trauma." Robert Rossler

I see a glimpse of the enjoyment of "torn and open psyches" in Silence of the Lambs. Hannibal Lector shows a visceral enjoyment at the pain of Agent Starling when she describes to him the killing of the lambs at the farm she lived on as a child. His sadistic enjoyment of his patients' pain as a psychiatrist was longer enough to satisfy him. He needed to devour them physically as well.

We live in a culture of afternoon talk shows that encourages people to hurt and abuse each other. A psychological Roman arena where "guests" are encouraged to display their emotional pain and to publicly hurt the other person/people on stage. And like the mob in the Roman Coliseum, the audience cheers and yells and eggs on the participants in a feeding frenzy of emotional and psychic pain hoping to encourage the violence to become physical and ultimately more satisfying.

The theme of violence and mass media can be seen in the Mercury-Pluto opposition in the USA chart. This same theme has us forever fighting about our power of free speech and first amendment rights is the same energy that pollutes our press and media with violence and fear.

In "Bowling for Columbine", Michael Moore has made this observation, that we are a country where violence is splattered across the headlines and the media seems to promote fear and box office hits include movies whose main focus is to produce spectacular effects of bloody violence and mass destruction. He goes across the border to our neighbor Canada and cannot understand how going just a few miles dispels this energy. Canada does not have aggressive Mars in its first house. It is not gun crazy like the USA.

I have always ignored shows like Jerry Springer and the like. They are not constructive. They feed the mob. It's cheap and easy to jump on the bandwagon. I am glad that certain situations are not up to the mob. Lynching is illegal.

I had a reporter for a roommate once. The most important thing I learned from her was that they did not care what happened to the subjects they interviewed nor did they care how what they wrote affected others. They just wanted a story. The rest was tough shit. I just hope all the vindictiveness I'm seeing lately is worth the page loads. Ah, what we sacrifice to amuse ourselves in the doldrums of summer.

Catalyst

2008-08-06T17:25:00.000-07:00

The definition of catalyst is: an agent that provokes or speeds significant change or action.

For me Jefferson was a catalyst. I first met him after a rough breakup. I was terrified at the time. I didn't know when I'd have sex with a man again. I'd had frequent, minimum once-a-week sex for a few years and I hated losing that. I was afraid.

He filled a void for awhile. At first, I had hoped he'd be the next love of my life. I soon realized he wasn't offering that. "You're trying to buy milk in a hardware store. He has no milk!" Zelda would admonish me. Luckily, I had Zelda all through it. "Get what you can out of it." She's a realist.

Being bisexual is complicated. As much as I love Zelda I still need a man in my life. I am a horny bitch but I am also a sensitive woman. I prefer to have a close relationship with my lovers. Luckily, I have found that. I have what I need. I adore my Ace of Hearts. It took me some time to figure out what will work for me. Sometimes you have to fall on your face first. Nothing great is ever achieved without risk or failure.

I am torn watching Jefferson get dissected. I can't argue with some of the things said nor the emotion behind them. This fucking Internet intervention makes me ache. His children are at stake! I have already lived through one friend losing custody because of his lifestyle. I cannot tell you the pain it brings. I'm glad I have no children to lose. I could not bear it.

I am not perfect. I have my flaws. I am glad people will love me anyway. I love me anyway.

Jefferson was hardly the perfect guy for me. There was a lot lacking. But hey, I really like the guy. He's a brilliant writer and an interesting conversationalist. I'm proud to know him. I've met really wonderful people through him. I was all googly when I found out he was friends with Lolita. I still have fantasies of sticking my tounge down her throat. (OOps, did I say that out loud?) One day, it'll be as if I knew Oscar Wilde or D.H. Lawrence. I'll have been in his circle. I'll never forget my first tea at Viviane's. The last time I attended one of Viv's teas I met Suzanne Portnoy. I got home and thought, how cool is my life. I get to meet amazing people. This is the mother fucking shit.

As an art student I learned about the movements in art and literature. I saw that most creativity does not occur in a void. It happens within a group. I ached all my life to be part of something like that. After meeting Jefferson, several months went by and he encouraged me to start a blog. When I was younger I wanted to be an artist or a writer. I dabbled in both. I'd had shows and had articles published. Starting this blog was a new adventure for me.

I now feel that I've found myself part of an amazing creative movement. What we are doing, we bloggers, we sexual revolutionaries is historic. I pinch myself that I am in the middle of a major creative force. Jefferson using his blog financially doesn't bother me. He is a writer, that is his work.

Love him, hate him. I don't care. I just don't think we should destroy one of our own. If you really need to tar and feather the boy please have the consideration to wait until after the damned hearing is over.

I for one, support his custody effort. Go visit onelifetaketwo.blogspot.com and find out how to help.

Cut the shit, will ya? Lets all look at the bigger picture, folks.

Naked Hula Hoops

2008-08-04T19:25:00.000-07:00

Oh that Zelda. One just never knows what she's going to say. She's much more likely than I am to dribble out tidbits of our not so vanilla lives.

Friday night, I got a call from her. She was very upset that her car had died. She was waiting for AAA to come and get her. Poor thing. Her car was full of groceries and umm, stuff. Well, earlier she had called me from Toy R Us. I knew about Home Depot being a good place for pervertables. I Knew about Staples being a good place to get pervertables. Toys R Us?

I think she called me about 17 times on Friday. One of those calls was from Toys R Us.

Zelda: They have hula hoops. We should get some hula hoops? How many?
Jo: That would be fun. I'm a good hula hooper. Go for it.
Zelda: How many should I get?
Jo: Three or four?

She got four sparkly hula hoops.

Zelda: They have these foam darts. We could shoot them at each other. They have targets.
Jo: Can we paint targets on naked people?
Zelda: No, but we can tape the circles they have for targets onto people. The darts only stick to the targets, not to skin.
Jo: I'm sure you'll test it out on me first. (Lucky me)

Zelda: I got the bubble wrap for the human pinata and nerf bats.

We ended up suspending Avah, wrapping her in bubble wrap and beating her with the nerf bats. What a mess! It was fun. She got all hot and sweaty. Then I poured water all over her.

But, I digress, lets get back to Friday night. Poor Zelda waited almost two hours for them to come and get her car. The guy was nice and took her home to empty out the car before he brought to her mechanic. He commented on the hula hoops.

Zelda tells him they are for the Naked Hula Hoop Contest Saturday night.

Of course, he wanted to come.

This is almost as good as the time she told the shoe salesman in Nordstroms that she needed a new pair of fuck me shoes to wear in the dungeon.

We are definitely bringing this stuff to DO Camp.

(It was the alternator and it got fixed by noon the next day.)

Special Event this Saturday at Black Phoenix

2008-07-28T16:14:00.000-07:00

Kinky Carnage will be going on at the Black Phoenix Dungeon in Philadelphia on Saturday, August 2 at 9 PM.

Demonstrations by Lolita Wolf, Jocasta of Venus Ropes, Zelda, PyroSadist and others will be ongoing.

Rope Suspension, Caning, Fire Play, Flogging, Spanking and Whippings will be offered as well as games and prizes.

Venus Ropes will be giving away 1000 feet of nylon rope throughout the night.

At midnight, everyone who wants to can indulge in a game of shibari twister and get tied up.

Other games include:

CBT marble toss
Human Pinata
Clothespin Contest
Latex Painting

Yes! We will be looking for volunteers to participate! Come and learn, experience and have fun!

Buy your tickets at: http://store.venusropes.com/merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=VR&Product_Code=KCT&Category_Code=ItsforJ

Dungeon location will be emailed after ticket purchase.
Proof of legal age required at door. Adults only.

Act One: Zippety Do Dah! I'm vending at Floating World! Scene Two: Things I Stuff Up My Snatch

2008-07-24T18:18:00.000-07:00

I just came home and opened my email to find an offer to vend at Floating World. Woo hoo! I wasn't sure I was going to. Lucky for me, there was a cancellation so I'm in.

Kinky Ropes will be there, too I was told. Not a problem, said I. Jack is colorblind! He deals with all different types of natural ropes. I do hemp and solid braid nylon and my thing is the colors. We come at things from two different angles. They also have some other stuff I don't have like weird looking rope dildos.

Zelda bought one of his rope dildos two years ago at Shibaricon. It was so funny looking. I laughed so hard the whole time she was fucking me with it. Now, I've stuffed some strange things in there, but this was the fugliest thing ever.

Now there's a question for you all. What things have you stuffed up your snatch? I started out as a teenager with the head and shoulders shampoo tube. That's the first thing I remember.

I then graduated to cucumbers and bananas. My favorite vegetable hands down is the Japanese eggplant. They last a lot longer than the average cuke. Nice and smooth too.

I've got glass, silicone and plastic store bought dildos.

Now concerning the other end of things, I did use the end of a candle snuffer up my ass. I really liked the ball on the end of it.

Woo hoo!

Comeback of the Weekend

2008-07-21T19:21:00.000-07:00

It was hot and sticky in the Load of Fun space in Baltimore but we made the best of it. Friday night featured Porn Stars and Burlesque. Saturday was more about giving the curiosity seekers a taste of BDSM and a dungeon space was created.

There was a combination of acts on stage and demos on the sidelines. Kind of the three ring circus effect, I'd say. I didn't wait until 9 PM to start suspending. There was this great metal cube we had to play with. The best thing about it was that it defined it's play area. Lots of people had no clue as to dungeon etiquette so the cube protected us.

I started out by suspending Desire and then myself. I messed around with her and we kissed and made out up in the ropes. Lolita was on hand to help out with the scene. Soon, Lolita had her own bottom to work with. We had to turn down at least three people who wanted to get suspended as we had to turn the cube over to the next scheduled demo.

Lolita had been wanting to tie up this hunky naked guy that was around. Hah! He comes up to me and asks if he can go up. I ask him if we can tie his balls up and he says okay. Oh, Lolita! Guess what! Well, bummer, we never got to him as we had to share the equiptment. Firefly was around and he was going to suspend me and that never happened either. I took a raincheck on that one.

My hemp rope was so soaked with sweat by the end of the night. This will teach me to bring a set of nylon. So hot and sweaty! It was due for a cleaning anyway.

Poor Graydancer. Lee Harrington mistook his private rope for a donation and gave it away in the raffle. I kept trying to give her my donation of two 30 foot pieces of nylon and she told me she already had rope. I told her it wasn't from me and insisted she take mine anyway. Later, Graydancer was looking for his rope for his skit and we figured out that it was mistakenly given away. Ooops! I did give him a 25 foot piece of red nylon that he needed.

Afterwards, we headed for much needed food. BLT's, toasted cheese, gyros and french fries were in order. The Ace of Hearts and I both got fries with gravy. Desire looked at them and was disgusted.

"That looks like menstral discharge. It must taste gross."

I'm thinking, so what do you say to that?

The Ace of Hearts picks one up, tastes it, and says, "Naw, tastes like a fourteen year old."

Sugasm

2008-07-21T19:19:00.000-07:00

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And I Thought I Was Going To Be Good and Stay At Home....

2008-07-16T13:35:00.000-07:00

I was going to be good and stay in tonight. Earlier my cell rang and Zelda was on the line to tell me that Graydancer is going to do a Podcast from the Black Phoenix Dungeon tonight. Well, fuck. I'm not going to miss that. I mean, really, how often is he going to be in this neck of the woods.

So, I'll be going out tonight and I won't stay out too late as I have to work early tomorrow. The good news is I just have to get through tomorrow as I'm leaving for the Baltimore Erotic Arts Festival on Friday.

The Ace of Hearts and Lolita will be coming along for the ride. Desire will hook up with us on Saturday. I'll be vending in the Load of Fun Space on Saturday night.

The schedule goes something like this:

Friday July 18th:
7pm Doors Open 3rd Floor
MAIN STAGE7pm- Doors Open
7pm-8pm Poetry In Baltimore-
8-9pm- Annie Sprinkle, My Life in Porn* working title
9-9:15- INTERMISSION9:20- Atomic Cheesecake Pageant Pt1
9:30- Cocoa Monroe
9:40- Lee Harrington
9:55- Dix Washington
10:05- Atomic Cheesecake Pt
210:20- Rebecca Nagle
10:30- Eliza Charming
10:40- Shortstaxx
10:50- Lee Lucious11- Atomic Cheesecake Pt 31
115-11:45- DJ ACTION PAT
11:45- Garnet Hearts

2nd Floor MAIN SCREEN
7pm- Doors Open
730-830 CrashPad Series 1
8:45-10:30 Un Chant d’Amour, Jean Genet Cult Epics
10:45-11:30 Black Glove
11:45-12:30 Ecstasy in Berlin
1st Floor Transformation StationViewing Station 1- Cult Epics, Julie Simone, Liberty in Restraint veiwing
Station 2- Annie Sprinkle, Maria Beatty
Peep Show Booth- Live Performers and Films

Saturday July 19th:
7pm Doors Open
3rd Floor MAIN STAGE
7pm-8pm Syn Ether and Elisa Urtiaga : Burlesque/Poetry/Bondage
8pm- Julie Simone
815- Python
830- Mistress Faith
900- Klawdya Rothschild and GrayDancer
920- INTERMISSION/DJ Mindcage
945- Python10- Sacred Mark Sanctuary
1030- NCSF Fundraiser
1045- 12:30- Open Play 3rd Floor DEMOS:
815-Mistress Faith
845- Sacred Mark Sanctuary
915- Venus Ropes- I'll be doing a demo!
945- TBA1015- Klawdya Rothschild Elevator Suspension11- TBA

2nd Floor MAIN SCREEN:
730-815: Silken Sleeves, Maria Beatty and Midori
830-10: Liberty in Restraint
1015-11: Audition
1115- 12: Julie Simone Presents
1215-1- Cult Epics Presents
1st Floor Annie Sprinkle’s FREE Sidewalk Sex Clinic Viewing
Station 1- Cult Epics, Maria Beatty, Julie Simone Viewing
Station 2- Annie Sprinkle
Peep Show Booth- Live Performers and Films

As soon I find out what the deal is for the peep show, I'm planning on worming my way in on that action too. I loved doing the Peep Show last year at camp!

Hmmm. Just saw Graydancer at Tesfest, then tonight and again this weekend in Baltimore. He just might think I'm following him around.....

That, or we just both happen to know where the cool places to be are.

Device Bondage

2008-07-16T13:00:00.000-07:00

Rub a Dub Dub

2008-07-14T14:35:00.000-07:00

I kiss him hello and immediately begin to undo his vest and shirt buttons. I pull his shirt off and drape it over a chair. Next I unfasten his belt buckle and pull the belt out from his black jeans. Getting down on my hands and knees, I untie his dusty shoelaces. One at a time I pull each shoe off as he lifts each foot. Smelly socks from a long hard day add to the pile. Unzipping his pants, I pull them down as he steps out of them. Now he was clad only in boxers.

I start the bath water and go to get him a beverage. He teases me about forgetting "something". I smile and remove the boxers. Organic milk bath was added to the warm water as he climbs in the tub. I pull off my top and shorts and climb in with him. We sit facing each other as I begin washing his arms and chest. Each arm was washed gently as well as his chest. Shampoo was lathered over his head and beard. He closes his eyes with pleasure as warm water washes over his head and chest. I scrub legs and feet next, playfully grabbing his bobbing cock.

Washing myself is next. Sliding backwards, I extend my legs upon his chest with my feet at his ears. "Oh, Susie's getting comfortable," he remarks. We talked and lounged this way until the water began to cool. I wished we could fuck right there in the tub. I wished we didn't have to worry about condoms and could just go ahead and do it right there in the water.

Stepping out of the tub first I grab my favorite towel and began to dry him off, top down to his feet. Rubbing under his ass and balls I got down and took his cock in my mouth. A nice, wet clean cock is lovely right after a bath.

We headed for the bed and tuck in for a nap. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, feeling more sensitive as I wait for the fuck I know will come later. Wrapping into each other I do my best to take a much needed nap.

I awake and face him, feeling for his dick. It was rock hard and waiting for me. I scoot down between his legs and begin to suck and lick and enjoy my "treat."
I gave it some time down there before sprawling full body on top of him. I sit up and got on his cock. I gasp as he enters me and settle down. He pumps up into me for some time until we switch positions and I get on my hands and knees.

He grabs hold of my ass and begins to work his cock inside me fucking me vigorously. I grab onto the headboard for support. He slaps my ass as he continues to pound me. He starts to tickle my feet and I let him know I want that.

He loves to tickle. In the beginning, I really had no great desire to be tickled. Now as time goes on I have learned to crave it. I love the pleasure it gives him. But more, I now want it. Especially when we're fucking. Especially the bottoms of my feet. I swear I have another g-spot in the middle of my right foot. It sends me over the moon.

He's still fucking away and I've come twice already. I'm sure I've said "Oh God" a dozen times already. It's a fine hard cock he's working into me. I collapse on the bed and he falls out of me. I get back up and position my ass back in the air. He reenters me and keeps going. I've hit a new plateau of pleasure and he announces he's ready to come. Grabbing onto me even tighter he plows in as deep as he can.

We curl into a cuddle. He stays in bed as I go make our dinner. I throw a top on, but wander about bare assed.

Later, after we've eaten I take stock. I gave him a bath,a nap, a blow job,a fuck and a meal. I've given him my utmost attention and care. It's a lovely afternoon and evening. I didn't want to go out. I wanted to relax and stay in and just be together.
Umm, nice, it was very nice.

So now, reliving, rethinking yesterday, I find I am unbelievably horny again.

Why Am I Awake?

2008-07-13T11:14:00.001-07:00

I didn't get to bed until 6:30 AM and kept waking up, finally getting out of bed at 10:30. I drank so much coffee to stay awake last night I'm still all twitchy.

My mind is racing all over and my body struggles to keep up. I do little constructive things here and there. Focus eludes me as I constantly change my mind. Eating oatmeal was a chore.

Why was I up so late? I vended at Black Phoenix in Philly last night. It was a successful evening. Forty or more showed up for the regular dungeon hours and after 2 AM another forty person or so jammed in after the Libertine Ball ended. Shibari Warrior promised he'd keep the dungeon open until 6 AM.

I was helping at the main desk when a group of the hottest guys walked in. Of course, they were gay, but my goodness; I couldn't help but salivate.

I watched my booth and helped out while Zelda got to have fun. Steve B. suspended her and then she went to practice with her new bullwhips on her poor stuffed duck. She had started out using Bouncy the Bunny but preferred Mr. Duck in the end. At one point, I walked over to the end of the dungeon where the whip area was. A cute stuffed mallard duck was hung by his neck with rope.

I made a face. "The poor duck."

Zelda grinned. She had a bunch of guys watching her and commented that she needed to give the duck a name. I knew that at some point that would be me over there and not the duck.

Fuck.
A duck.

Other Women

2008-07-12T10:36:00.000-07:00

I've finally had time in the last few days to spend some time on the computer simply to read blogs and generally amuse myself. As a result, I've added four blogs to my list. What compelled me to add them? One of the reasons I have a blog roll is for my own convenience as I use it to read the blogs I'm interested in.

The four I've chosen are intelligent, interesting and pithy; containing substance one can viscerally sink ones teeth into. I find their voices clear and meaningful. I get tired of trying to read that which is all flowery curlicues or simply the effort of one trying too hard instead of just allowing a natural voice to emerge.

Always Aroused Girl always seems to have something interesting to say and its well written to boot.

Calico not only has a waist that Scarlett O'Hara would envy, she has a brain and a sense of humor to add to her attractions.

Marcelle may look sweet, young, innocent and pretty (I met her once at one of Viviane's Tea Parties) but in Sexegesis her writing takes on a maturity and edge that belies her seemingly soft exterior.

The Debauchette is uncannily well informed and speaks of areas in the sex industry I know little about. One comes away feeling they've actually learned something.

My Cat is No Pussy

2008-07-10T14:15:00.000-07:00

Zelda's dog is terrified of her whips. Her big black German shepherd has crawled into the bathtub on occasion in order to hide. If you don't want the dog to do something, merely show it the whip and it backs off. He hates the sound of it. He's got a big bark and sounds mean, but its all show.

My cat, on the other hand, is not so easily intimidated. She's not scared of the vacuum either. She just sits and eyeballs my new snake whip as it flicks back and forth. She thinks rope is fun, too. There are lots of hemp cat toys about that I've made for her from scraps of hemp rope.

Anyone remember the Cramps old song, "Can Your Pussy Do the Dog?"

I Was Bad!

2008-07-09T14:01:00.000-07:00

I spent a third of the money I made at Tesfest on the four items pictured above. The gorgeous leather dress was from Le Chateau out in New Hope, Pa. The glass double dildo and clover clamps were from Achella-Torvea. My lovely new 16 plait 4 foot snake whip is from Details Toys. I have a beautiful moose flogger I got from them last year at Floating World.

Speaking of Floating World, I just found out I'm on a waiting list to vend. I've got my fingers crossed that some vendors will drop out so I can wiggle my way back into the lineup. This ticks me off as I am local to NJ and belong to one of the sponsoring groups. I know they are trying to be fair, but well, hell I had my best sales there last year. I know nothing will be able to compare with my sales at Shibaricon this year, but I still want to go back!

Bloodsport at Black Phoenix

2008-07-01T13:46:00.000-07:00

Zelda strained to hold tightly to the long ribbons wrapped around the leather gloves on her hands. Match grunted and growled animalistic sounds as he pulled in the opposite direction. The ribbons were attached to fish hooks embedded in his back. Blood dripped down his naked flesh as he proceeded to walk, crawl and climb about the dungeon. The skin pulled 2, 3 inches out from his back.

At one point, he had walked backwards up a support pole. His body was about two feet off the ground completely parallel to the floor below him. The tension on the ribbons that ran from the hooks in his back to Zelda's hands were the only thing keeping him from falling flat on his face. She later told he that she felt she had "a wild demon" to tame.

Avah, Dov and I stopped to watch. Dov had been helping Avah do her first suspension on Desire. Poor Desire was suspended face up and couldn't really see all that was going on.

"This is so hot." I whispered low. I inhaled deeply and shuddered at the sight. This was one of the most intense scenes I had witnessed in awhile. "Where the hell is a camera?" Dov commented that it looked just like an Escher painting.

They had the space to do the scene. 10,000 feet of dungeon space allows for that.

Dark Phoenix officially opens July 12. Contact Shibariwarrior@aol.com
All attendees must be pre-paid to attend. He'll be helping me out at the Venus Ropes booth during TESFEST if you want to pay in person or sign up for a quarterly membership.

Later, that evening (or morning) after we had closed up the dungeon we stopped for a bite of fast food. Shibari Warrior asked us what we liked most about the dungeon.
I thought the music was great. It was very atmospheric and just the right volume. 75 people had attended the pre-opening party and everyone had plenty of space to play or socialize. There was plenty of equipment and the smoking room was well used.

Dov thought it was a great site for photographers. He started calling it Kink East. He loved the old fashioned galley sinks in the bathrooms and couldn't wait to tie someone up in the bathroom. Nix thought a photo shoot on the gates of the freight elevator had potential.

I was amazed at all they had done in a week. Ceiling fans and chandeliers had been hung. Window treatments, banners and draped fabric helped to create a cohesive visual impression.
Antique furniture had been reclaimed from items stowed in the warehouse and added to the atmosphere. New toilets had been installed as well as a sink.

I was jazzed to find myself listed on the VIP list. Pretty cool, eh?

Busy July

2008-06-26T14:04:00.000-07:00

I'll be doing a lot of vending in July! First the Fourth of July weekend at Tesfest.

On July 12 I'll be vending at the Grand Opening of the Dark Phoenix Dungeon in Philadelphia.
My good friend Shibari Warrior has done an amazing job of putting this together. He's gotten donations of time and goods from people in the community that desperately want this to happen! There has been a void since the The Darkside folded. He's got a pre-opening party happening this Saturday night and Avah did a great writeup on the details.

We got a tour of the space last weekend and it is huge. He's got big ideas for it. The post party for the Libertine Ball will be heading on in the wee hours of the 12th, or should I say the 13th.
I'll be there all night- he wants me to stay until 6 am so I hope the coffee pot stays full. I'm used to getting up at 5 AM......zzzzzzzz

July 19 will find me in Baltimore at the Erotic Arts Festival. Go to www.loadoffun.net for details. I'm booking a mini suite at the Biltmore. We'll see what friends end up joining me....

I come home from "work" and start working on rope. It'll be non-stop if I keep selling it all off each month. That's okay, bills are getting paid and I've got more fun money to play with.

Did I mention the corsets I got at Shibaricon? Picture, I know, I need pictures.

Didn't I Just Do This?

2008-06-20T17:03:00.000-07:00

Tesfest is coming up in a couple weeks and Venus Ropes has to get ready. I sold out of almost everything at Shibaricon. I did really well there $$$$$$ and had to reorder hemp and nylon rope as soon as I got back home. Avah is coming over to help me tomorrow. Her poor fingers will be worked to the bone once more. The red hemp is ready, electric blue is in the washing machine and pots of natural hemp aboil on the stove.

The dryer, $300 later, is fixed and working. This speeds things up considerably. Turns out the dryer was fine, but the burning I smelled was the dryer plug melted into the 240 volt box. My sewing machine also underwent repair this week.

I'm going to be vending next at the Baltimore Erotic Art Festival on July 18 and 19. It's going to be fun! I've invited a few friends to join me and I want to stay at the beautiful Biltmore Hotel nearby. I attended a fabulous play party in a Biltmore suite in Providence, Rhode Island earlier this year and it was a grandly appointed mini-suite. Regal and decadent at the same time! Mais oui!

I've still got a lot of work ahead of me in the next two weeks. I'm still waiting to hear from Floating World......

Things I've Done in the Last 30 Days

2008-06-14T13:26:00.000-07:00

I've gotten chastised for not blogging lately. I've been too busy and too tired to blog much.

Here's the bullet points of the last 30 days.

May 17: Avah comes over to help make rope for Shirbaricon. The Ace of Hearts comes over and well, em, comes while Avah watches and tickles my feet.

May 18: Avah and I settle in and get a whole lot of rope whipped while we watch a Xena- thon.
Lucy Lawless kicks ass.

May 19: More frantic rope finishing.

May 20: Had to go to a wake. My sister's mother in law hadn't looked good for some time. It was not unexpected. I swear she looked like Jerry Garcia at Christmas. Yeah, with the whiskers.

May 21: I get off of work early to pack and finish up. For once I'm not in a hurry for Zelda to show up. That was until 7 PM went by, then 8 PM and 9 PM.....
We finally got my shit packed and on the road to Chicago at 10:30 at night.

May 22: We love the Love's gas station stops in PA. We buy all kinds of stuff including carryall bags. Somewhere in Indiana around noon I can't take the butt plug anymore and it comes out.
We arrive in Chicago around 7 PM and unload the rope store. We set it up first and then go for a late night grocery run with Avah. Jefferson stays in room and eats all the pizza.

May 23: 10 hours of vending is a long day but I break a new sales record. Most I made in one day ever! More than I made last year at Shibaricon. Fun in the dungeon later on trying out stuff we learned in class.

May 24: Yet another great day in sales. I feel icky and send out Zelda for cold meds. I finally wander down to the dungeon after midnight and find her hogtied courtesy of Dov. Ivan Boulder's stalker "girlfriend" follows us up in elevator. Weird chick.

May 25: More sales! I am so flabbergasted by how much I've made I have to celebrate and indulge a bit. I buy two corsets from Martha's corset and buy my helper Avah one as well. She'll be coming over soon to work that off. We look rocking in our corsets Sunday night. Ivan tells me someone thinks we're married. We just look so cozy together. Honey? Did you feed the dog?

Zelda has me tied up on the floor to a piece of bamboo and is doing a fine job of working me over when Jefferson starts to trample me with his hot boots. He leaves marks on my chest and hips.
The boy gets down to the business at hand and snaps on a latex glove. Why is it we're not supposed to yell in the dungeon?

May 26: A few more sales as we pack up what's left. I can finally relax and indulge in a bloody Mary at lunch. The hotel restaurant in this Hyatt is much better than the one in DC by a mile. No contest. Later this day Zelda and I will find Oinks.

May 27: I get home and stare at the mess in my living room. Work and TES tomorrow. I'm not ready for the real world.

May 28: I teach a class at TES on "Little Ropes". The highlight of the class is when Boymeat jumps in to hold down Avah. I'm trying to show foot bondage and she keeps giggling and jerking her foot away. Boymeat punches her to take her mind off things. Isn't he helpful?

May 31: I meet up with Zelda for dinner in Woodbridge. We go shopping.

June 1,2,3,4 I paint a mother fucking deck. Almost. It's not quite finished.

June 5: I get a pedicure and a manicure. First time by a guy. I like it when he punches my feet and calves. I masturbate when I get home. Such cute toes! I had them painted deep red orange to match the corset outfit I will wear for the photo shoot.

June 6: I go to Zelda's for the weekend. First time staying over in a month! During the day on Saturday we go to Mast's Jay Wiseman classes in Philly. A quick pit stop gets us ready for a beach orgy play party. Once again, all the guys fuck the young girls. Oh, well. Thank goodness I have Zelda to tie me up and beat me and jam that hitachi into my pussy until I can't come anymore.

June 7: The Ace of Hearts comes over to Zelda's for grilled chicken and beef tenderloin. We just hang out and relax. While sitting in his lap I get a phone call telling me a good friend has died. Someone from my past that I hung out with a lot when I was younger. The wake was last week and I am sad I missed it. It's nice to have a strong shoulder to cry on.

June 10: I get a much needed haircut. Shopping at TJ Maxx I find for the first time in years: thigh highs! I buy all 14 pairs I can find in my size. Woo hoo! They are still in a bag on my living room floor next to Shibaricon bags.

June 11: Avah and I do a really cool photo shoot in NYC. I drop off my donation for Leather Pride Night at Purple Passion and meet up with the Ace of Hearts for dinner. The three of us pick Italian. I am bad and have not one, but two Margaritas. The first one is pomegranate and the second is made with Passion Fruit. I liked the latter better.

June 13: I finished that mfing deck after work. Cut my arm up on wire fencing and fell into bed exhausted.

June 14: I am so backed up on laundry and my dryer is broken. I go to a laundry mat for the first time in years. It sucks. I hate the laundry mat. Only 7 minutes for a quarter? Only its not even a quarter, I had to buy a stupid card for three bucks so I could use it on the machines. I call Sears when I get home. Ugh. The simple things we take for granted.

My toilet awaits scrubbing. I still have stuff I haven't unpacked from Chicago. I have to reorganize my drawers to fit new stuff. I need this day at home.

Water Bondage

2008-05-31T00:01:00.000-07:00

Sabrina Sparx

I just tied myself up and got in the bathtub. Why? A discussion I had at the TES meeting on Wednesday with Lolita is why. She's doing a water bondage class at TESfest which is being held in NJ this coming Fourth of July weekend. The discussion concerned which was the best rope to use in water. I had always assumed MFP would work as it floats and doesn't absorb the water.

Lolita said it was too loose. I know hemp is not good. The knots swell and I know someone that had to be cut out of wet hemp. Considering how expensive it is, no one I know would willing have to cut their hemp rope up.

Zelda suggested using white solid braid nylon as it would be cheaper than the dyed or cotton clothes line and who would care if the chlorine in the pool messed it up. Then I remembered I had some hard construction black nylon rope that just might work. It's a bit stiffer that the soft construction but doesn't absorb that much water and doesn't get as droopy. I would tie a bit tighter for the water then on dry land as it did loosen up just a bit. I had no problem getting the knots out. It looks like they might be using white nylon in the above picture. Anyone got any experience with this? I'd be curious to know what the best thing would be.

I think it's very cool that she's doing a class on water bondage. I cannot remember ever seeing one offered at any of the events I've been to in the past few years. I'm looking forward to it.

On The Way Home From Shibaricon......

2008-05-27T18:43:00.000-07:00

Zelda told me to start the drive out of Chicago since I had lived there and she figured I would do a better job of it than she would. Somehow, however, we ended up heading up on 94 N in Michigan. "This isn't right. What highway are we on?" I stated after seeing a sign for Kalamazoo. We tried to turn around but the ramp going south was closed.

We detoured heading south and immediately saw this sign for Oinks. Anyone that knows Lolita knows she always has the Oink cabin at camp and she has a whole poly pig thing going.

"It's pink!" I exclaimed, "It's Lolita pink! And it's her pig and her oink!

"Pull over and back up the car," ordered Zelda. "I'm taking a picture with my phone."

We looked at each other. "We have to go there" I said. Zelda agreed and jumped out the car door to snap the photo.

We drove a few miles praying it would be open. Scads of people in line for ice cream swarmed the front area. "It has a gift shop. We have to find a gift for Lolita!" We pulled into the parking spot labeled "Play Boar". Other spots offered "Miss Piggy", "Big Hogg", and "Piglet".

The gift shop was full of pigs and t-shirts and hats and stuff. Finally I found the perfect thing. I held the object up and showed it to Zelda. "She might want some for the people in the cabin." I don't know how many are in the cabin. So I got 10 of them.

We were supposed to get lost and find Oink. We were magnetically pulled to the Oink epicenter.

Sitting outside Oink we compared notes on my Mountain Blackberry and her Yellow Cake Dough Ice Cream. Mine was delicious. She liked hers but it wasn't for me. It was too sweet.

"I would get this again. It's wonderful." I stated.
"I'd try something else next time." Zelda said without hesitation. "I like variety."
"Like the way you are with men?" I inquired. "I tend to stick to my favorites."

That about sums it up.

Waiting is the Hardest Part

2008-05-21T14:28:00.000-07:00

While I sit here waiting for Zelda to pick me up on our way to Shibaricon I've been reading the blogs.

Do me a favor and go to Urban Gypsy and vote for me so I can get some Babeland swag. She's having a contest that consisted of making a hot sentence out of 10 words. I thought it was supposed to be a sentence anyway. Just have a lot of words strung together. Certainly, creating an erotic 10 word sentence is harder than Fuck Slut Cum Suck Cock Slit Cram Face Bent Blow job.

Or harder to piece together than:

Face sitting, cocksucker, butt licking, candy covered apples and cotton candy.

Jam your big dick up his swollen anus, lick balls, squeeze

Jefferson jammed jelly, joints jumble joyfully, Jocasta jumps jiggling.

Avah angles an anus, applies artful astringent, abuses an acquaintance.

I just lost my mother-fucking mind, fuck my senses back.

We're all going to Shibaricon........la la la la la

Oh yeah! Lolita just put up the list of classes and presenters for TESFEST.
It's a great list. Boymeat has done a fine job with the presenters.

I'm so excited! I was told today I get to be a vendor. So much to live for.....

Paridise by the Dashboard Light

2008-05-20T14:24:00.000-07:00

I am going officially bonkers. Is it not enough that I have to leave for Chicago and Shibaricon a few hours after work tomorrow? Is it not enough I have been working night and day the last few weeks. No, now I have to stop everything and go to a wake tonight. I must go or I will be vilified and disowned by family.

I was so stressed last night I broke down and cried. Zelda called me in my puddle of tears and asked how I was. "I'm all stupid!", I cried and felt like a big mess. She comforted me and we commiserated on how hard we've been working all month and haven't really spent that much time together.

It doesn't end after Shibaricon either. They talked me into staying at the regular job. I have a deck and kitchen to paint as side jobs when I get back. And the day after I return I'll be teaching a class for TES. I do know how to burn the candle at both ends.

Uncle Marty ordered me to stuff a butt plug up my ass for the ride to Chicago. At least that makes me smile and takes my mind off all the other stressed out shit. Suzie likes.

She also knows that somewhere in the next 48 hours shes going to finally get to try out that new silicone double dildo and bury her head on Zelda's soft plush breasts.

It will get better...
It will get better..

HNT and Legs

2008-05-15T19:10:00.001-07:00

I found these cool thigh highs on sale at Hot Topic. Zelda and I both bought three pairs each. For five bucks how could we go wrong? You can't even see the sweet black bows on the backside of my thighs. I've been moaning since TJ Maxx and Marshall's stopped carrying stockings. It seems I may have a new place to go to look for cool stuff.

Taking a moment to pile a bunch of rope in progress on my bed and roll around in it takes my mind off all that needs doing in the days to come.

Thar She Blows

2008-05-13T14:57:00.000-07:00

Can you be sad and happy at the same time? I was touched and pleased to be asked by Lolita to be her spanking bottom at the TES demo this coming Saturday. Unfortunately, I already have too much going on already. Avah is coming over for the weekend to assist with Shibaricon preparations.

The Ace of Hearts is stopping by also and the future only knows if hi-jinks will ensue. I've warned Avah to wear her raincoat. No explanation was needed as she knew well I was referring to the trajectory of his ejaculations. She's been soaked before. He laughs when I cover the perimeter with towels and jump for cover when the load unleashes.

Should we have a rating system for the power of the ejaculation? Arc? Distance? Quantity? This is a man who has no fear of premature leakage. His endurance is remarkable. Fucking on and on in various positions and slippery half-hour hand jobs barely crack a dent in his staying power. When it comes, it comes in a torrent, an explosive spate of sperm through space.

There is a term, "the blood circle" which is taken from the Boy Scouts to refer to the area any work done with tools might harm another. If you are using a whip we refer to the area that the swing might cover as its "blood circle". I think we need a term for the area the ejaculate might travel.

I've got pots of rope boiling and buckets of dye with the washer full as well. If I were on a farm I'd love to hang it all out to dry in our finally sunny weather.

I know now why we worshiped the Sun God. His power is great.

Too Damn Cold

2008-05-12T14:50:00.000-07:00

It's just too damn cold and rainy and it's slowing me down. My landlord turned off the heat weeks ago. Right now I'm drinking coffee and have the oven on and candles lit all over in a desperate attempt to warm up. My rope isn't drying as fast as I'd like. It's chilly, it's damp and not the kind of "damp" I'd prefer to be experiencing.

I yearn for a sunny day and warmth. One nice warm body to snuggle up to. Meanwhile, I soak in hot baths to ease my bones and turn on the space heater in the bathroom. I know that, too soon, I'll be cursing the fact that I need the air conditioning on to be comfortable. I know that at her home, Zelda is walking around in lingerie twiddling her thermostat to her heart's desire.

I watch the weather report with the same lost, winsome desire I would a lost lover. Hoping I'll be rewarded for patience and the sense of satisfaction and wholeness when my longing is sated. Shall I write my ode to a sunny day? Glimpses of sunshine seem rarefied. My lack of control over the situation leaves me coping in small practical ways.

The promise of warmth....

Chop Shop Girls

2008-05-08T14:44:00.000-07:00

I have the Ace of Hearts to thank for a great nickname for Zelda and myself. At Winterfire, while watching the two of us suspend not one, not two, but three lovelies in a row, he turned to Steve B. and commented on the speed with which we worked.

He started calling us the "Chop Shop Girls." I think its a great nickname and he keeps teasing me about it. I was talking to Zelda on the phone the other day and the following conversation occurred:

Jocasta: He keeps calling us the "Chop Shop Girls," don't ya just love it. He told me he was talking to Dov and told him he'd better be careful at Shibaricon because if he gets too close to us he might find himself tied up.

Zelda: Dov? No way.

Jocasta: You don't think it could happen?

Zelda: Are you kidding? Mr. "How to Foil the Escape Artist", no I really don't think so. Besides he has experience with take down scenes. I did one. I got to take down Midori at the rope dojo. That hardly qualifies me as an expert.

Jocasta: So you think if all three of us had rope, we couldn't tie him up?

Zelda: I guarantee he'd have the two of us tied together. We don't stand a chance.

I don't know if she's right, but I'm sorely tempted to find out. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.

Device Bondage

2008-05-07T13:17:00.000-07:00

I'm home and surrounded by various colors and types of rope. It's wild and untamed right now. Soon it will be whipped into shape and coiled in well behaved baskets with fellow denizens. I have so much going on in the next two weeks. I have faith it will all get done. I will be ready and generally organized when travelling to Chicago for Shibaricon is necessary.

It will be a two day drive each way. There's no way to bring this all on a plane. I've got a significant amount to ready for pre-orders. There's no way it won't be better than last year. My biggest competitor won't be attending so how can I not sell more hemp? I need this. I quit the day job.

It's hard to be treated like a serf once you've been in business for yourself and are used to people treating you decently and with respect. I've had bosses that were embezzlers, leches, drunks and there is no way to convince me that somehow they are innately superior to me.

It'll be a mad two weeks followed by 5 days of working all day and playing all night. I have a TES class to teach the day after I return.

Then I can collapse, relax and plan for the next big thing and maybe, just maybe I'll get to see Jefferson before my next birthday. I've forgotten what he looks like. Well, except for his feet.

New Birthday Stuff

2008-05-01T16:35:00.001-07:00

New stuff I got last month: two rattan canes and a silicone double dildo. Zelda gave me the canes as a birthday present. I loved the ones they had at one of the stores at the Providence Fetish Flea last February. Zelda got a set and I'm pretty sure that Lolita had one of them during her cane class. I have red canes and red crops and I'm going to need a cane bag out of the new red micro suede material I just cut patterns for.

I have not yet gotten to try the double dildo with another person yet. Silly me, I forgot to bring it to Zelda's last weekend. I did try it myself. I am so glad I spent the money. It doesn't smell like some of the cheaper dildos and the material is um, well bouncy. Yeah, it's bouncy. I'm very happy with it. I've been wanting a silicone dildo for some time. I have a glass one I'm rather fond of.

I'm picky about what kind of materials things are made of that go into my body. So I like the glass, stainless steel and silicone items for that reason. I don't like cheap stinky sticky before you even use them dildos. My first dildo was cheap and stinky. I finally threw it out after I fucked a guy in the ass with it. It was stinky enough before and I wasn't thinking and didn't cover it with a condom. No way in hell was it going back in me after it was in his ass.

No matter what anyone says, I do have some standards.

Not a lot, but some.

Whipped Ass and Red

2008-05-01T15:55:00.000-07:00

I did a bunch of test dyes on 1/8" solid braid nylon in search of a perfect or at least, a better red. I'm pretty happy with my results. Coloring things is so much fun! Avah and I were talking about thrilled we'd get when we got a new big box of crayola crayons or new pastels or new paints.

I once had an Art Prof tell me that I was seduced by color. Best thing anyone has ever said to me. Ever. These girls know that pop of red is hot. Red is primal engorged desire. It is the blood that flows through our veins and in our hearts. Gray cars are not hot. Red fast cars are sexy. Red ball gags and red boots elicit visual responses. Red is my favorite color.

Sandra Romain and Angelina Valentine

The Things I Find in My Pockets

2008-04-28T15:13:00.000-07:00

I was wearing my brown leather jacket today and had my hands in the pockets. I felt deep down in the right pocket and fished out a g-string. I was standing in the parking lot of my post office so I quickly shoved them back in the pocket.

I have not a clue as to when or where they ended up in my jacket pocket.

Those panties could have come off anywhere. At anytime.

Top ten possibilities:
1. In a dungeon
2. At one of Jefferson's orgies
3. In a car (haven't you ever been ordered to take them off and pull your skirt up?)
4. At Zelda's
5. They could have been extras
6. In a cemetery
7. At the car wash
8. In a dressing room
9. At camp
10. They are someone elses.

I know I'm not the only one this happens to.

Thirty Seconds

2008-04-23T17:27:00.000-07:00

I am going like a crazy person.....and I have little time to post. I have too much to do to sit and type.

I ordered 5000 feet of hemp rope yesterday.

I ordered a catalog from a shopping bag company. I need cool bags!

I bought #5 embroidery floss in a rainbow of colors.

I have rope to whip.

I have a month to get ready for Shibaricon. There is not enough time in the day.

I slept with my glass dildo in all night last night. I needed something to calm me down!

Here I go..............

Weekend Whirlwind

2008-04-21T13:26:00.000-07:00

Another crazy weekend has come to an end and I'm still cleaning up afterwards. My hemp rope is shit-piled and the rope I didn't sell at the Knot4Every1 Bondage party needs to be organized and put away.

I worked Saturday day painting a bedroom. The brushes are still sitting in a bucket of soapy water. I Never do that to my brushes! I love my brushes and I usually invest in expensive ones. I have some that are 30 years old.

I got home five minutes before Avah showed up on my doorstep. She sat in the bathroom and talked to me while I showered and did my hair and makeup. We packed up solid braid nylon and hemp rope to take down to the dungeon in Trenton. Hellfire NJ has more suspension points than Paddles and it has a pit with a winch above it that is fun to use for suspension.

We stopped and grabbed burgers and fries and kept on heading south. I called Tina Rock to let her know we'd be about 15 minutes late. Tina informed me that as a penalty for lateness, my associate would have to endure 2 lashes for each minute we were late. I informed Avah of this and she made a face and said, "That's not fair!"

Ah, too bad.

We walked in the door to a living room full of people. I would guess about 30? Piggy was already about to start with a tortoise harness demo. When he finished I grabbed different sizes of hemp rope. I showed them the difference between 4mm, 6mm and 8mm. I talked about the differences between hemp and nylon.

I took two 30 foot natural hemp ropes and fashioned a breast harness with a crotch rope attached to show them how you can make a harness by linking rope. I demonstrated a double column tie and a single column tie or a bola bola.

It took the next two hours to finish handling all the people that wanted to buy rope. Avah was a big help and got a 30 foot piece of electric blue hemp rope as a reward. She also got a few other goodies from me as a birthday present including a hot pink whip bag for her new whip. I want to see pics on your blog of the cane and whip bag Miss Avah!

One couple wanted to know how to do a traditional Japanese tie so I showed them how to start by binding the wrists and then wrapping around the arms and chest and tieing off under the arms.

Finally, at around midnight, Avah got a tour of the 3 floors and we did a suspension and caning scene in the pit. We were ready to leave after that and I had to turn down a request to suspend someone. Sorry, but I was so tired. We flopped into bed like dead things as soon as we got home.

Sunday I was supposed to meet Viviane and the bloggers in Chinatown for Dim Sum but realized I was never going to make it into NYC for lunch. I called Lynsey and told her I would be there for the hang at Viv's afterward with her new red hemp in tow. Notice I spelled your names correctly girls. They both gave me shit yesterday for misspelling their nom-de-plumes.

The lovely Suzanne Portnoy was a guest as well as Violet Blue. Suzanne was very fun and down to earth and had really cool and comfy pants on. They were groovy! She had this cashmere and silk top on that was also very nice. I think I'd like to go through her clothes closet. Very chic! I know when I see a girl with some style.

We all pigged out on these crazy donuts in wild flavors that Lolita and Don Quixote bought. I finally dragged my exhausted ass home. I did have to stop and buy toilet paper as I was on my last roll.

I have a freaking mess to clean up.

Bye!

Just What the Doctor Ordered

2008-04-18T20:35:00.000-07:00

I walked into her office at the end of the day. The receptionist looked at me quizzically. "I'm here to meet Zelda." "Oh!" She exclaimed, "You must be Jocasta!"

Zelda looked all official in her white jacket and said she had to finish up some paperwork. I grabbed a copy of Grey's Anatomy off the bookshelf and started looking at the diagrams of the nerves that run through our arms and hands.

Zelda walked her assistant out. "She said we make a cute couple. How did she know?"

"She's obviously not stupid. Hell, she thought I was 35. You're leaking out the edges, girlfriend."

Finally we were alone in the office. Zelda handed me a batch of forms to fill out. Family medical history. Father, died of heart disease. Mother has had kidney problems. Maternal grandmother died from TB. Paternal grandfather was 92, does it matter? Five uncles on mother's side died from strokes. Needless to say I watch my salt. I've got aunts in their 80's and then there is my mother, the baby of 8 siblings. I've got some longevity in the blood.

I finished the forms and handed them back. Zelda got up from her desk and walked back to an examination room. "Strip and cover yourself with this." She handed me a paper gown. I sat on the examination table as she listened with her stethoscope to my back and chest. I inhaled deeply as instructed. She took my blood pressure. It was 110 over 60. It used to be under a hundred when I smoked. I wasn't allowed to donate blood. Next she told me to lie down and put my feet in the stirrups. She snapped latex gloves onto her hand and inserted a dilator. "Ow!" I complained.

She felt inside and then said, "I'm afraid you have a terminal disease. Insatiable pussy disorder. This will need years of treatments. I'm sure this started when you were younger."

I looked up at her and grinned.

"I started playing doctor with the girls in the neighborhood when I was 7 or 8."

I got caught once too. I was in the basement with some girl and my mother started to come down the stairs. She just backed out and left. She never said a word but I was freaked out.

I'm looking up at my beautiful lover and I'm so glad we're doing this. Having a date in the middle of the week because our weekends are shit for the rest of the month. Zelda grabs the hitachi and puts her fingers inside me and starts to massage my g-spot. I'm naked under my paper gown. My foot caresses her breasts and face as she cautions me not to make too much noise. There are other offices on the other side of the wall.

She'll take me to dinner afterwards. She'll call me every day. We'll be comparing notes all weekend. She's going to Midori's rope dojo and the after party this weekend. I'll be with Avah at the KFE Bondage Party Saturday night and then on to Viviane's get together for Violet Blue on Sunday.

We'll have lots to share and talk about. But I'm gonna miss her anyway.

{I still haven't finished my taxes. Shh, don't tell!}

My Fun Birthday Weekend

2008-04-13T18:09:00.000-07:00

I started off my birthday weekend Friday night. I met Avah and Zelda at Paddles. Lolita was speaking on Polyamoury, a subject we all needed to gain perspective on. After her lecture, which had so much good information and started much churning in my brain, she asked if I was ready for my birthday spanking. I was.

Lolita was sitting on the booth bench. "This is my spanking hand." She waved her right hand and I climbed onto her lap facing the wall. She lifts up the hem of my dress to expose my ass.

Lolita: So how old are you?

Jocasta: **

Lolita: This is a nice ass. This ass does not look **"

Jocasta: Thank God.

She starts by gently paddling my buttocks.

Lolita: You know I'm being nice to you right now.

Jocasta: I'm sure that will end at some point.

The song "Runaway" is playing in the club. Lolita starts singing with it and spanking to the music. She has a pretty good voice and good rhythm. I'm laughing at all this. The spanking intensifies to punching. There's a reason she has a spanking DVD and book. She's very good at this. She does light slappy spanks and punchy spanks and there is a great variety in between. At one point she grabbed my hair and after that I was a big fluffy cotton ball.

Lolita: I started counting but I stopped and lost count at some point.

Jocasta: I think I'm 271 at least. I'm as old as Methuselah.

I curled up next to her and watched Boymeat and X play dodge ball with Avah. Boymeat would punch her in the chest and then X would kick her in the ass. Each one kept trying to get the last shot in. Finally it stopped and Lolita and Boymeat said their goodbyes and went off.

I had a leather harness outfit on and Zelda tied me to a table. At one point Zelda and Avah were both whipping me together. Zelda kept calling me her gladiator slave girl. My poor ass was pretty sore and stingy by the end of the night.

Saturday, I got on the road by 10:30 AM to head down to Baltimore to deliver the rope order to Sugar for Lee Harrington's class on Sunday. They were really pleased and offered me 40% off any item in the shop. I bought a silicone double dildo. Pictures will follow.

The shop was in a very fun, hip, trendy section. There were lots of eclectic shops and lots of eclectic people. Goth girls, gay couples, tattooed boys and arty types strolled the sunny street. Spring was evident and it was warm and lovely as I walked around talking to Zelda on my cell phone. After a few hours I got in the car and headed back to NJ. I had really enjoyed the day.

Sunday morning I ironed, cleaned and organized. The Ace of Hearts was coming over to spend my Birthday with me. Zelda had called me on her way into work. We learned our lesson after the last time we went out for a big dinner and had sex before we went out to my favorite French Thai restaurant. Curry puffs, crispy duck salad, monk fish and wild boar were on the menu. We finished off with one order of chocolate mousse and coffee ice cream with berries. A very satisfying day.

A very satisfying birthday weekend. Oh yeah, and I found my glass dildo when I was cleaning this morning!

The Shopping List

2008-04-10T17:15:00.000-07:00

At Zelda's last week she pulled out a piece of paper. On the top it said "Dojo shopping list."

"You have Midori's grocery list?" Wow. She got to have Midori's bamboo delivered to the house and now she has her shopping list. Of course, I was curious as to what she would have on her very mundane grocery list.

Lots of breakfast stuff: bagels, bananas, cream cheese, coffee, etc.

And guess what.

Midori wants 25 spoons.

(Some of you will get that. Others will simply be confused.)

Rope to the Rescue

2008-04-10T16:11:00.000-07:00

I got an email yesterday from Sugar, The Shop in Baltimore. They sounded a bit frantic and needed rope for Lee Harrington's Rope for Sex at Sugar on Sunday, April 13. This also happens to be my birthday. I found that they needed 30 lengths of 30 foot solid braid nylon. That's 900 beautiful feet of rope.

Luckily, I had just gotten a shipment in the day before. I had also cut up 1000 feet of black nylon into kits 2 hours before I read the email. I suggested a mix of colors, which they agreed to. I offered to drive the delivery to the store on Saturday so they would have it on time for their class. I've dyed purple, burgundy and strawberry rope in the past two days. There wasn't time to dye and dry the rope and cut and whip it and have it arrive on time by mail.

I was going to sit and do my taxes on Saturday. I've been procrastinating something dreadful in regards to working on them. Instead, I'll be transporting rope over state lines. Some people will do anything in order to have an excuse not to sit in front of a pile of papers and receipts.

Where the Heck is My Dildo?

2008-04-04T14:05:00.000-07:00

Avah and I both have birthdays next week. I did the math and the exact midpoint is on 4/11 at 7:11 AM. She laughed at me when I told her that. "I can't believe you spent the time to figure that out!" It's way too early in the morning to do anything at that time so later in the evening we'll be heading our way to Paddles in NYC to listen to Lolita talk about poly.

I've been invited to help out at KFE's (Knot4Every1) next bondage themed play party. Avah is coming to assist me and I'll be bringing rope to sell. It should be lots of fun! I'm still wanting to do a giant bondage melange of bodies.

I've been gearing up for Shibaricon and just ordered a batch of solid braid nylon. Let the dyeing begin! I've got my fingers crossed as I'm hoping to vend at both TES fest and Floating World.

This day finds me as horny as hell. I'll be jumping Zelda's bones in about 24 hours. The clock ticks.....

Remind me never again to pack my favorite dildo. Ugh. I took my glass dildo to Winterfire and now I can't find it. I've been missing it all week! Masturbation is just not the same without it.

Note to self. Need separate travel dildo. Some toys should stay at home!

Sugasm 125

2008-04-01T18:15:00.000-07:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

Want in Sugasm #126? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Filling Myself“We too want, need, conversations in which someone listens to us and considers our needs, not just their own.”

Sex Worker Solidarity: Amanda Brooks“There’s a lot of love among activists, even those who disagree with one another.”

Need“These images that come from the artistic workings of your inner soul speak to me, as mine do to you.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself (one from the vaults)10 Lies Pornographers Tell

Editor’s ChoiceThough We’ve Never Met

More Sugasm Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and ExperiencesEverything we said the last time we had sex.Exposed A game of seduction A glorious Tuesday evening…I can suck a few more cocks IOU The Kiss A Long Awaited Meeting Lust and Laundry Quiet Quickie Soaked- BBG’s first ejaculation (You’re only) the best I ever had
NSFW Pics, Videos & AudioBlonde MILF tastes her pussy in gangbang
Half-Nekkid Thursday: All Nude Kasandra K from Models Are Us
Spanky The Clown
Sex WorkFor The Love Of Gawd,
Don’t Be An Adult Marketer
Sex News, Reviews & InterviewsBondage Strap-On Movie: Double Trouble
Anna Rose Is A Beautiful Pony Girl At Naked Gord
The Deviant List
Having Your Cake & Eating It Too
My night at Torture Garden plus review Yay, um… Fox?

BDSM & FetishCheet’n the Limits Extremes on a Friday afternoon
Half-Nekkid Chick with a Dick
How to Become a Slut In Three Easy Days
Need No Talking Riding the edge play…Surrender?Ode to Anal: Daniel and Franklin Ownership
The Science of Submission
Tie me up tie me down-A bi-girl shares her first SM experience
“You hold on to our kisses with your breath…”
Sex HumorDid We?LOL Spank - Rulez She Haz Dem
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships“And Now A Saucy Word From The Sponsor…” 1967 Down to the Sexy Letter (Part 1)
Joy of Butt Plugs Male Intimacy: In a Non Sexual Manner

Slattern

2008-03-30T17:18:00.000-07:00

"Slattern? What's a slattern?" Asks Zedla, "I've never heard that word before."

A slattern is a messy, sloppy woman and/or a slut or whore. That's what I tell her. And up until I cleaned my apartment today that is what I was. I let it get really bad. All that running around to go to Dark Odyssey and then Friday night out at Paddles with Avah and Zelda to see Dov's whip class was leaving my place a big mess.

I finally unpacked my bags and did a few loads of laundry. I even put a new bag in the vacuum. Now maybe I can find all the paperwork I'll need to work on my taxes. I was self employed all last year so that is no easy task. I have work ahead of me to get it done in the next two weeks.

Ugh.

I'm jealous. Everyone is going to have a whip except me. Avah ordered one. Ace of Hearts ordered one. Zelda already has a Michael Murphy and a Roddy Williams.

I've got whip envy.

HNT: Here's something I'd like to Try

2008-03-27T20:42:00.000-07:00

Mark Davis and Sophia

Can You See My Halo?

2008-03-26T17:22:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling pretty good about myself right now. Why? It seems I put a good measure of my energy this weekend into making sure others were taken care of.

Besides helping out Avah with her room problem we managed to have lunch together twice. I also know when a girl needs a good beating. That girl needed it bad. We enjoyed shakes and burgers at Johnny Rockets on Sunday. "Come Go with Me" and other fifties tunes were piped in our flashback diner. I was glad I was able to lend a helping hand and a caring ear.

It made me feel good to look out for Linsey and Tilda. Linsey sent me a lovely email today thanking me and telling me that she was able to let go because she felt so safe with me and my Zelda. That's a great compliment.

I made an effort to spend time with people I know and cared about. I ignored the nasty bits floating about. I was in a happy bubble all weekend and no one could burst it. I was really quite touched Saturday night when the Ace of Hearts informed me we would be playing with rope in the dungeon that evening. He had enlisted Dov's help as a mentor in order to be able to suspend me. It showed planning, thoughtfulness and nerve. Zelda was impressed.

La, la, la, la.

Even the news tonight that Zelda has to work my birthday weekend (the 13th!) hasn't really wrecked my mood. I hope I find something to do that weekend.

I won't be going to Midori's rope dojo in Philly the weekend of the 19th with X and Zelda. It's too expensive. X was instrumental in locating the space it's being held in and gets a free pass. Lucky bastard! They came home from Dark Odyssey to find Midori had shipped two huge boxes of bamboo to the house.

Poor Zelda is having Midori sex dreams. She may have to settle for her bamboo between her loins. I won't tell.

How to Become a Slut In Three Easy Days

2008-03-25T14:42:00.000-07:00

Day One: Dip your toe in the water. Keep lily white panties firmly attached to rear end.
Day Two: Get drunk. Look longingly at the water. Watch everyone play in water. Gather ideas.
Day Three: Jump off cliff. Take off your panties and have four orgasms.

I do have to say that Linsey came a long way in a short amount of time.

Friday she was tentative. I talked to her before we started her suspension scene. I wasn't sure what she was ready for being that she didn't have a whole lot of experience. She had never been sexually intimate with a woman nor had she been in a dungeon before. I asked her what she planned on wearing that evening and warned her she would have to take her skirt off. She was willing to try some caning to see if she liked it.

I didn't want to scare the poor girl so I didn't push her too much. I didn't think she was ready to get touched intimately either. It was kind of funny when she saw Tilda getting the vibrator and the orgasms to go with it and chimed, "Next time I want to do that!"

There's something to be said for leaving them wanting more.

I saw her briefly Saturday night but I had reserved that evening for the the Ace of Hearts and she would have to wait until Sunday to get tied up again.

She was rip roaring ready when Sunday night came. The fucking machines class got her engine all revved up. The pristine white panties were gone. She was ready to be penetrated, hitachied, touched and whatever it took to get off. "If I don't have an orgasm I'll put a gun in my mouth." she asserted. Linsey was primed and ready to let loose. I asked if she wanted fingers or an object inside her. She voted for an object. Zelda had just done a scene with me and we had used the pussy hook so we cleaned it up and readied it for Linsey.

Zelda and I tied her up for a vertical suspension. We used a taut line hitch to adjust the pussy hook in place. We took her glasses and blindfolded her. The tightness in her jaw was about to leave the building. Zelda began with the vibrator after the hook was inserted. I watched as peace and light shone from her face. I swear the secret of youthful beauty is to look like your about to cum.

Our neatly wrapped Linsey was unraveling. The next thing I new all caution was thrown to the wind. She was begging Zelda to put her fingers inside her and was letting loose with directions, up, down, to the right, etc., etc. Soon she was begging me to touch her breasts, to play with her nipples. At her final climax, I deftly pinched her nipples as she stretched in abandonment, her body straining as she orgasmed for the fourth time. She glowed. The girl positively glowed.

We took her down and gave her lots of hugs. I started cleaning up rope but she said she needed more aftercare. I sat cross legged and took her head into my lap and cradled and petted her. I was glad she had a golden ending to her weekend. I was glad I waited until she was ready to ask for what she needed.

What a little slut you are!

Winterfire-Day One

2008-03-22T15:36:00.000-07:00

Yesterday went fast. A series of room crises ended up for the better. The powers that be cancelled our room reservation but we ended up okay. Avah's room was given away but she ended up in Tilda's room.

As soon as I got down into the dungeon I set up the rings on the rig. We had three lovelies to suspend. Linsey, Tilda and Avah all wanted to go up.

Linsey went first and I put her up in a face up position with her lovely red shoes strung in the air. I took it easy on her as it was her first suspension and her first visit in the dungeon. She didn't like the cane or much of anything pain inducing. The sensuality of some knife play was okay. My amethyst hemp rope looked great with her red shoes.

Tilda had never been suspended before but I know her a bit. We've been naked in bed together so I knew she had no qualms about being touched by a woman. I also knew from reading her blog that she liked things rough.

Zelda was going to put her up sideways. ''We can slap this one around." I told her. Tilda nodded her consent. Zelda's golden yellow hemp rope looked lovely on her warm brown skin. Tilda has a wonderful softness to her. Zelda grabbed her new rechargeable Hitachi and proceeded to work on Tilda's snatch as I spanked and caned her. At the end I was banging my hips into her ass as the crowd watched us. She swayed back and forth as I rocked her towards Zelda and the vibrator. Tilda's head was wrapped up in soft suspension cloth and she could not see but I could hear her gasps of pleasure. I knew when she quieted that she was done and ready to come down.

I saved Avah for last for various reasons. One of them being I knew we would beat her longer than the others. I needed to save the bulk of my energy for her at the end. I told her I was going to string her up like a slab of beef and beat her. I tied her in a tortoise shell and then added a breast harness that tied her arms behind her back. As she lay on the floor face down I cranked her legs into the air creating a partial suspension. Zelda and I punched, caned and paddled her ass pink. Zelda got the Hitachi out again and started working her. I bit Avah's ass and back and arms I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, sinking my teeth in the back of her neck. I felt it was time to get her out of the rope and began dropping her down. As I cleaned up the ropes Zelda stood her up and continued to flog her.

Lindsey piped in that she'd really like to try the Hitachi the next time. I was afraid to use it on her initially as I wasn't sure she'd welcome the intrusion. I guess the girl is ready.

Hours to Go.....!

2008-03-20T19:25:00.000-07:00

Ah, I'm at Zelda's watching her pack. The toys are packed. Now, we're working on her clothes.

Most of my stuff is already in the car. A few things wait. The latex paint and some things she is lending to me for the event such as stainless steel suspension rings.

I have some things I want to do.

I would love to play Shibari Twister. I want about 8 people to participate. I want to tie them together. Different body parts tied to different body parts. A giant rope organism will result. Bodies tied in different shapes with different colored ropes. A giant Easter egg of bodies.

I'm bringing the latex paint. I want to paint others and be painted.

I want to give Avah a beating. Paddles and padded gloves and punching.

I'll take it easy on Lindsey. I figure she'll be a "deer in the headlights" screen saver by Monday. Of course, the girl may surprise me if not herself.

I hope to meet a few new people. Have fun with the friends I already know.

Socialising will be easy. I know lots of people going. I'm looking to our trip to Chinatown on Saturday night.

I'll have lots to tell next week.

Counting The Days

2008-03-18T18:34:00.000-07:00

Only three more days before I leave for Dark Odyssey Winterfire. Only two days until I get to see Zelda. Tomorrow I gotta make strings for two corsets I got. The ones they came with are too short. I like to see some skin in the back. I'm going to use black 1/8th inch nylon rope to make them. Zelda said 10 yards should do it.

One again, I've gotten myself into trouble. I made a comment on my profile referring to the fact that Zelda and I often fuck guys together. So far there have been four such lucky guys. The Ace of Hearts and Jefferson are two of them. X is another.

So now I'm getting hit on about it and I'm not sure it's something I want to do. I tell Zelda.

"What did you say to him?" I demand. "Not much. Just that you're going with me." "And of course he's hitting on you. You're cute." I laugh. "Okay, then what put the idea in his head?" I ask, and then I remember. What I wrote. "Fuck."

I tell Zelda he must have read my profile. That's where he got the idea. She tells me how silly I am. God, I miss her. I already told her she has to fuck me Thursday night. I know she'll be up late still obsessing over what to pack. I'll do my packing tomorrow night.

I can't wait to get there. I have lots of people to tie up.

Too Full To Fuck

2008-03-17T12:46:00.000-07:00

We lay naked on the bed moaning. Our full bellies rose like the humps of a camel under the covers. "I feel like a snake that swallowed a pig." I said. "I can't move. I want to fuck but I'm too bloated to move." The Ace of Hearts agreed and decided we should take a nap instead.

Inside my cavernous stomach Ginger Glazed Duck with a Black Cherry Demi glace mingled with my Goat Cheese and Beet Salad. Giving it liquid was some Rodney Strong Merlot and a Mexican Coffee with 3 inch high whipped cream topping it all.

The Ace of Hearts had the salad as well as Lobster Bisque and Brazilian Skirt Steak with pesto. Mixed Berries and Asparagus with Hollandaise Sauce bobbed along.

"We ate too much." I groaned.

"You can't go to a restaurant that good and not do it right." He explained.

Everything was superb. Everything was perfect. The warm goat cheese mixture covering the simple toast point was the single finest moment of the meal. Sounds of pleasure escaped my mouth as I tasted the first sample of my glaceed duck. "You have to taste this!" I exclaimed, wanting to share my succulent meal. We traded tastes back and forth. It was all excellent. We had all five courses including fancy coffees with dessert. I thought my Pear and Cranberry Crumble had a bit too much sugar but overall it was a fine meal. The meal was the sex. The meal was our pleasure.

"This should hold me until Tuesday at least." I declared.

We spoke on Sunday. He had gone to brunch with friends and could barely eat anything. I wasn't surprised after the meal we had. I finally ate some chicken around dinner time.

He had told Viviane about the restaurant. She wanted to know about the wine list. "They have a wine room. We never even looked at the bottle list." I explained to him later. "Good thing we didn't." He said, " We'd have had a $300 bill instead of a $2oo bill.

We gotta make sure we don't do this at Winterfire. I don't want to be tied the dock unable to sail next weekend. Small meals, just enough to keep me fueled is a better plan.

I have leftovers yet to savor. Duck and black barley with spinach is still in my doggie bag in the fridge. Next weekend I'd rather have it doggie style than have a doggie bag.

Woof! Woof!

HNT: Are They Really That Pasty?

2008-03-13T13:48:00.000-07:00

I know I'm obsessing. Pasty white thighs. Pasty! I just can't get that word out of my skull.

The new thing I did today was to join www.fetlife.com

It's a new BDSM interaction site. Bondage.com and Alt have gotten so that you have to pay to talk to anyone at all. This is the new thing. Avah sent me an invite to join. Right now there are no fees. We'll see how long it lasts. The only thing about it that bugs me is that your age is plastered right up front. Ugh. Sorry but I'm just not all that happy that I have to be contantly reminded how old I am. I'm just glad I don't look it even with my pasty white thighs.

Things To Look Forward To

2008-03-12T14:03:00.000-07:00

I'm finally registered for Dark Odyssey Winterfire. I found out today that I have off Good Friday and the Monday after Easter. I am quite pleased to know I don't have to rush back on Sunday. I've got some new outfits and new boots to wear so I'll have fun packing for the event. Getting dressed up is part of the charge for me.

I've always loved lingerie and sexy clothes. When I was younger I'd buy things just to get dressed up for myself. It was part of my masturbation ritual to don black lace and garter belts. The sound of a garter snapping is delightful. The feel of silky stockings being drawn up my own form of foreplay with myself. I get a great deal of enjoyment just getting ready for an event or an interlude.

I saw Zelda on Sunday. "Should I be insulted?" I asked her. "He said I have pasty white thighs. Pasty! Why not creamy white thighs or delicate white thighs? Jefferson called them pasty!"

"Don't worry about it." was her advice. She went on to explain that was once a look that was aspired to. Women of means did not tan way back when. Zelda and I do not go to the beach and bake. Her skin is even whiter and finer than my own. I stopped going when both of my Aunts got melanoma. I stay out of the sun in the summer. I'm not taking chances. I don't want skin like leather. I quit smoking years ago because of vanity. I didn't want to look like trailer trash or Keith Richards. I didn't want smoking to age my face.

I had begged Zelda to hogtie me. I needed to be tied up really tight. How can I explain the sense of peace it brings me? It's a mini-vacation. I'd had a stressful week at work. Last Thursday I got so upset I was in tears. I really, really needed to escape. I am so thankful for Zelda. She listens to me and helps to give me what I need.

Zelda got out her "mink" rope. This solid braid nylon was a one of a kind "mistake" I'd made when I started dying rope. I had been trying to get black rope with the acid dye but it comes out grey or silver. So I took the grey rope and dyed it with rit black dye. What I got was an anomaly. The rope turned out a deep brown with black in places. Zelda saw it and immediately bought the whole batch. I thought it was a disaster. She thought it was lovely. She named it "mink rope" because its the color of a mink.

We lit all candles downstairs and Zelda ordered me to strip. She began by putting a tortoise harness on me with several knots down in the crotch and anus area. We usually put three in as we figure one of them will hit a good spot. She wrapped up my ankles and then looped ropes around my shoulders and and snugged my wrists and ankles together. I melted into a very quiet safe place. I feel so safe when I am tied up tight. I feel at peace when all my limbs are bound. It's heavenly and restful. She spanked and punched my ass as I drifted deeper and deeper into soundless space.

My body rocked softly as I rubbed my clitoris against the rope, straining for an orgasm. Zelda shocked me out of my reverie for a moment as her ice cold toes poked at my pussy. Was I meant to be her foot warmer? She thinks so. She plugged in the Hitachi and placed it against the rope above my crotch. The vibrations on the rope filtered down and buzzed the area. I squirmed and rocked my body into the knots she had made. Release came and the rope began to hurt in an unpleasant painful way. I let her know I was done and she began to undo me.

I needed that so much, I told her. I thanked her for taking care of me. We kissed and held each other. My dear, sweet, wonderful Zelda. I left her that night calm, centered and sated, able to start off a new week perfectly adjusted.

I can't wait to spend four whole days with her. Meanwhile, I have the fun of picking out outfits to pack.

Vote For Me! and HNT

2008-03-06T14:48:00.000-08:00

I came across this today: http://www.bondageawards.com/

I have no idea who runs it or who votes for who on this but what the heck. There are a bunch of categories for best rigger, best model, best bondage writer, best bondage products, etc. etc.

So I've decided to throw my hat in the ring for the writing award. Please feel free to vote for my http://www.venusropes.com/ store site or any of my rope products. Bondage isn't just about rope, but it's what I love the best.

Supposedly, you can vote everyday which is kinda nutty.

It's been almost two weeks since I've been tied up and I really want to get tied up again soon. I may tie myself up tonight and masturbate. I had a stressful day at work and am so glad Friday is coming up fast. Saturday looks to be fun as I've got a trip planned with Avah to go to the botanical garden for the orchid show. We'll both have our cameras on hand.

The more I think about it the more I know that as soon as I finish typing this I am going to get out some hemp rope. I'll take a 40 foot piece and fashion a breast harness out of it. Two fifteen foot pieces will be roped around my feet and tied to the front of the breast harness. I'll have my Hitachi and favorite glass dildo and my little red butt plug on hand.

I'm getting excited as I write this. I feel my cunt coming alive. It twitches and my hand reaches out to pet and soothe. All I have to do is think about rope and I get excited. I'm really fucking horny now. Gotta go. So much for foreplay....

On a Slutty Afternoon

2008-03-03T18:53:00.000-08:00

How long can you suck cock? 10 minutes? 20 minutes? Half an hour? An hour? Can you throat it? I did him. He did me a long, long time. Until I begged him to put his fingers in me. I craved something inside me. I flipped over onto my stomach as fingers probed and twisted into my G-spot. Moaning, pleading, begging for a spanking as he fucked me with the other hand.

Oral sex is a Good Thing, Martha. Tell that to your housewives.

New Job

2008-03-01T20:03:00.000-08:00

I started a new job this week. A regular job with benefits and everything. No weekends, paid holidays and it sounds like I should be able to take off for the events I want to go to. Getting up early is not my favorite thing to do, but I'm doing it. I think my cat is already on the schedule. She tried to wake me up at 5 AM this morning. It's Saturday, Carter, it's Saturday, we get to sleep late.

Sleeping late got me to 8 AM. I used to think that was getting up early. My lazy days are over. I tried to go into business for myself and I held on for 2 solid years but it came time to face facts. I just wasn't making enough money so I bit the bullet.

Yes, I'm still keeping my rope business and yes I'm still going to vend at events. I've already paid my fees for Shibaricon and I want to vend at TES fest and Floating World. I'm kind of sad about throwing in the towel but there's something to be said for a regular paycheck. The stress of searching for new work and painting jobs every week got to be too much. I don't have gobs of money to advertise. Most of my work was word of mouth. Most of it was from people I know.

I still make have Astrology Consultations know and then to bring in some extra money as well. I was thinking I should promote myself as a kink friendly astrologer that people could be open with and not fear judgement. I know I'm careful with who I tell things to.

I just hope this works out. That having a regular job doesn't mean giving up the real passions I have in life. I've had jobs in the past that destroyed my social life. I want a balance between fun and work. I just hope it works out for the best.

HNT- But Really, It was Sunday

2008-02-27T20:38:00.000-08:00

Okay, so this isn't exactly what I was wearing at the Tea, but it still is new!

Actually, it was the outfit I wore at a dungeon party Zelda had last Friday. It was fun, there were 8 of us. I got to see some friends from camp and to meet some new ones. There was rope suspension, flogging and Zelda got some cupping done on her back after I went to bed. I had to get up early Saturday to do readings at a Psychic Fair. We were supposed to go to another party Saturday night but we were too pooped. I get totally exhausted after doing a bunch of psychic work. All my energy gets completely sapped.

Zelda put leather arm binders on me Sunday and hooked me up to her bed. She crabbed tied my legs and went to work with some serious pussy torture. Then, she milk boned me! Yes, you heard that right. It's a new fad, using dog biscuits for dildos. You don't even want to know the rest....

Some Day, Some Way

2008-02-25T10:02:00.000-08:00

One of my desires and fantasies that has yet to be realized is my wish for a menage' a trois with two men. A fantasy that includes DP or double penetration. I was hoping it might actually come to fruition on Sunday, but sadly, it's not in the cards. Logistics aren't going to allow it.

I have the men lined up. My two favorite men in fact, so what could be better. This is much more likely to happen and to be lots of fun as I'm totally comfortable with both of them. Unlike my last attempt with an unknown quantity and Jefferson. The unknown quantity balked at the eleventh hour and despite his peppering me with words of lust and want, he backed out.

His excuse? He was falling in love with another. Okay, that's nice, but next time before you decide to approach someone for a rendezvous make sure it's what you really want. Consider this a slap on the cock. Some people talk the talk. Others walk the walk. Thank goodness our dear Jefferson positively swaggers. (Occasionally he is known to shimmy!) I know I can count on him to follow through. I also know the Ace of Hearts is enticed by the idea as well. I'm blushing already at the thought of what these two will do to me.

Perhaps this time at Dark Odyssey Winterfire I'll get my wanton wish to come true. My nipples tingle at the visions of orifices being entered. My body getting twisted this way and that as they fill me and use me, pumping into me from various directions. Me on my hands and knees getting ploughed from behind as my mouth is fastened on the cock in front of me. Two sets of hands touching me, feeling me, forcing me this way and that.

It is my fervent desire for this to become reality. When Jefferson suggested this in a email I swear I blushed. I was excited at the idea. Nervous when I called the Ace of Hearts to find out if he would participate. "Oh, wasn't this one of your camp fantasies?" He recalled this correctly. He practically purred this at me. His voice was sultry and interested. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt very open and vulnerable asking him this. It's a humbling thing to put your desires into words. In a way it feels that I've offered myself up for sacrifice. Yes, this is my secret, tender craving and I'm baring my soul to you to let you know that my dark, depraved sexuality needs constant diversion, constant exploration.

When I got into this lifestyle five years ago I had no idea where it would lead me. No idea of where I would be now with my sexual being. It astounds me all I have done. I still haven't got it all figured out, where each hallway and doorway leads or what or who I will encounter next. There have been bumps and bruises and tears along the way. Learning new ways to share and love and feel are not always easy or painless. I have been stretched and broken and remade.

We get told all our lives what we are supposed to want. This is how is looks, they tell us. This is how it works, they say. I for one, have never had that picture or that life. The ordinary promised land does not exist for me. Things come to me sideways and in unexpected forms. I've learned not to expect conformity or what most consider normal. I am not normal. I live on the edge of the parabola. I'm finding the others clustered in our percentage.

In some ways, the waiting makes the dream more palpable. I close my eyes and imagine the scent of them. It's heady and I inhale the aroma. An aromatic feast wafting from our heated entangled bodies. My tongue rolls around in my mouth, emerging from soft eager lips to lick and taste. Sounds of suction and slapping, sighs of delight and groans of pleasure fill my ears.

It will happen. Some day, this will happen. I wait for it thoughtfully and eagerly. Some day.

Not Quite A Pound of Flesh

2008-02-23T21:18:00.000-08:00

Jocasta: Did you weigh the money?

Avah: Lol, no, why?

Jocasta: X is always saying he wants a pound of twenties, sliced thin.
Which is $10,000

Avah: Mmm

Jocasta: so I'm teasing him saying you have half a pound which is blowing his mind.
He's trying to calculate the weight now.

Avah: Well, it's $100s though.

Jocasta: oh, now we're all fucked up, Zelda has a calculator.

Avah: lol

Jocasta: we think its a 1/4 lb , really 5/16 of a pound.
It's really boggling his mind that you got 1/2 a pound of twenties in one shot.
If it were 20's.

Avah: I think it's 1/10 lb- since it's 50 bills, which is 1/10 of 500, which is how many $20s 10,000 dollars is. 100s are prettier. Shoot, i would love a $5000 bill if they had one!

Jocasta: but it would be easier to lose.

Avah: true

Jocasta: Zelda says its a 1/10th of a pound

Jocasta: I told X that he could probably get that pound of 20's if he was willing to let some desperate fat guy fuck him up the ass, he claims he's not that desperate.

Avah: lol, my guy wasn't really fat or desperate. He's a very handsome, very nice wealthy man.
A banker type- wears brooks brothers.

Avah: gorgeous Manhattan apartment

Jocasta: wow, cool for you, it just boggles my mind

Avah: this is the guy everyone freaked about me doing the "no limits" with.

Jocasta: i got that. don't ever say that to X. He can be seriously sadistic.

Avah: dude- i hang out with Boymeat! lol

Jocasta: well, that's true, but I's scared of him!

Avah: you were meaner to me with those chopsticks than he was that night!

Jocasta: amateur

Avah: lol, he said he was going easy on me- which he probably was
but omg i seriously loved that electro stim device

Jocasta: please, I'd come at you with a razor and a permanent marker
you'd call it before i did anything

Avah: a permanent marker?

Jocasta: so i can write stupid slut on your forehead after I shave your head.

Avah: not my hair!

Jocasta: I know your weaknesses.
Then you'd have to suck on my toes and then I'd feed you weird food
It has nothing to do with physical pain levels!

Avah: gah! i hate weird food!!
(girls' feet don't weird me out as much, unless they're dirty, lol)

Jocasta: i know, heh, i'll find a guy with scraggle toes

Avah: eeww

Jocasta: it's almost too easy......

My First Tea Party

2008-02-21T18:20:00.000-08:00

Last Sunday I was thrilled to be invited to one of Viviane's blogger teas. Zelda wanted to know if there was really going to be tea. Yes, there was tea and it was served in lovely, thin wonderful china cups. I was looking forward to seeing some familiar faces and a few new ones.

I hung my coat out in the hall and proceeded into the small galley kitchen. Lolita and Axe were busy in the kitchen. I was promptly shooed out as they didn't have space to work in. Lolita smacked me on the ass which only put a smile on my face. Makes a girl just want to be bad!

I managed to grab Axe's hand for a shake and an introduction later on, but didn't manage a proper dialogue with the boy. Clad in his leather pants (we're so glad you kept them!) and an apron he was quiet and busy all day until he had to depart.

I was eager to meet Tess, of Urban Gypsy, which I've added to my blog friends. She's so tiny! Somehow I'd thought she be taller and more serious but she's a little bundle of cuteness. Of course, we had to talk about shoes and fetish attire, but especially shoes. I also pointed out that I had on my pearl necklace. We'll get to canoodle again at Winterfire.

There was lots of food and i quickly helped myself to some sushi and other goodies. The chair next to Jefferson was open so I quickly parked myself. Various tea sandwiches and sweets covered the coffee table. I nibbled here and there and was inquiring who some of the people were and what blogs they had. Rascal popped over, standing between us and inquired, "Why are all the luscious people over here?" Jefferson and I both enjoyed the compliment.

Later I pulled out a bag of rubber gripped clothespins and popped two on Jefferson's earlobes. "I hear you like to play dress up." I told him. "From where?" he wanted to know. "Bridgett's blog", I answered and he nodded in acknowledgement. I tried putting one on his eyebrow but the poor thing complained. Rascal had grabbed a couple and was targeting Jefferson's nipples. "Ouch, it hurts!" He complained. Hmmmm, I thought, payback is a bitch. By this time I was sitting behind him and was inhaling the smell of his hair. I swear he is infused with a sweet scent that must emanate from all the bourbon in his system.

Wendy, Lolita and Madeline were celebrating birthdays and there was plenty of cake to go around. Wendy was checking out the clothespins. They were something I'd picked up at a dollar store. I should have gotten bags of them as everybody liked them.

I had a date to get to afterwards and was all dressed up in new lingerie underneath. How could I leave without taking off my dress? I just couldn't! I had to show them so a small group gathered 'round as I unbuttoned the front of my dress to show them. "It's not a party until we see Jo's underwear." declares Jefferson.

I was wearing a dark brown bustier embellished with cream colored embroidery and satin ribbons laced up the front. Burgundy fishnet stockings finished the look with dark brown boots. I turned around to give Rascal a view of my ass.

"You go have fun." I tell Jefferson as I smooch him goodbye. "I'll go have fun. At some point we'll have fun together." That is, if I can get him away from that pot of pork.

Water Bondage

2008-02-20T12:11:00.000-08:00

Berlin

The Sugasm #119

February 19th, 2008 by Vixen Last modified: February 19th, 2008
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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #120? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s PicksThe Rule of Blowjobs for Women“Tease. Spend time. Don’t just start out like a Hoover on overdrive.”
Commercialising Romance or “I bought you this card now where’s my blowjob?”“If it takes a specific date for your partner to show you he loves you then what do you have?”

Relax“She smiled up at him, from her vantage point between his knees, and continued what she’d been doing.”

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What do you twiddle when you google?

2008-02-18T19:23:00.000-08:00

An amusing pasttime of bloggers is looking to see what keywords are getting people to their site.

I get a real kick out of some of the word combinations.

Some are pretty simple and fairly obvious, such as: Sex, Pussy, Peep Show, Butt Plug or Fucking Machines.

Quite often there are some nutty combinations.

Across the USA we find:

Suzy sweet anal plug games - New Bern, Fla

Fuck my pussy brown boots - Bay City, MI

Head car suck his skirt uncle - Chicago, Il

Suck uncle's cock- Lufkin, Tx

Uncle fucks niece - Kalispell, Montana

And spanning the globe:

Venus masturbation - Manila

finger sex in my ass- Dubai

BDSM bananas - Wales

Tentacles octopus my cock- Moscow

Bed the pony, naked girl - Germany

But, my very favorite has to be:

Zelda's naked underwear

When I tell Zelda about this she laughs and is amazed. Then she says, "Someone really googled that? How can you be naked and wear underwear? It makes no sense."

Someone in Moncks Corner, South Carolina has some 'splaining to do.

Positional Asphixia

2008-02-14T20:14:00.000-08:00

I've been following a story line posted on Viviane's Sex Carnival regarding a bondage/suspension accident in NYC.

The first story was from WNBC and was as follows:

NEW YORK -- An unidentified patron of a Midtown S&M club who was bound and suspended from a ceiling while wearing women's high heels and a neck choker was hospitalized in critical condition Friday, police sources said.
While an accident is the most likely cause, police said they are investigating whether he was the victim of a crime. Officials said a preliminary check showed that the club is a legal business.
One law enforcement source said this incident appeared to be an accident because the man apparently had consented to the treatment. Due to the seriousness of his injuries, police started an investigation, said an NYPD spokesman.

"Detectives are investigating whether there is any criminal culpability with the operators," said a police spokesman.
The man was found about 1:30 a.m. inside the East 33rd Street club known as Nutcracker Suite and Artistic Innovation, wearing his pants but not carrying any identification, police said.
He's listed in critical condition at St. Vincent's Medical Center, said police sources.
Detectives are trying to determine how long the man was left alone once tied up, sources said. He was discovered in apparent respiratory distress after a club worker checked on him as he was suspended from the ceiling and noticed that his hands looked blue, a police source said.
Attempts to reach the club were not successful.
The law enforcement source said that the club's staffers were cooperating with the police and told investigators that they had checked on the man in regular intervals after he had been bound and suspended.

After reading this I had a lot of questions. First of all, one word screamed at me through all of this. The word was ALONE. I would never bind or suspend someone and leave them alone. NEVER.

I wanted to know what position he was in, how he was tied up. How old was he? How long was he tied up?

Jay Wiseman discusses positional asphixia and monitoring in his "Erotic Bondage Handbook."
There are three basic levels:

Closely Monitored Bondage. The top keeps a constant close watch on the bottom. The top is sober and awake and close to the bottom. The top leaves the bottom for 2 minutes or less to get water, go to the bathroom, etc.

Loosely Monitored Bondage: The top stays in yelling distance to the bottom. The top is half a minute away. Note: a gagged bottom cannot yell. There should be no locked doors inbetween you and the bottom.

Unmonitored Bondage: The bottom is tied up and abandoned. The top cannot see or hear the bottom. If there is a problem, the bottom cannot depend on the top.

"While the degree of risk in a loosely monitored situation is somewhat increased over the degree of risk in a closely monitored situation, both degrees of risk are much less than the level of risk associated with an unmonitored situation. Just as there are many cases of infants who have been badly harmed or even killed after being left alone, there are also many reports of people being badly injured or even killed after being left alone for long periods while in bondage."
p. 43 Jay Wiseman, Erotic Bondage Handbook, Greenery Press, Emeryville, CA 94608

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Next, Viviane posted a link to this article from the NY Post:http://www.nypost.com/seven/02102008/news/regionalnews/choke_gal_quits_sm_gig_344066.htm

February 10, 2008 -- The dominatrix who trussed up the mystery masochist who nearly choked to death at a Midtown bondage parlor says her days as whip-toting flog-meister are over.
"I don't plan to work there anymore," said 30-year-old Taki Noriko, who was cleared of any wrongdoing in the submissive fantasy gone wrong at the Nutcracker Suite on East 33rd Street.
The man - whom police are still unable to identify - remained in critical condition at St. Vincent's Hospital yesterday on a respirator. It is believed that on Friday he suffered brain damage from a lack of oxygen, sources said.
"He likes bondage. He just stays there for hours," said one club employee.
Noriko trussed him up by his arms and with a leather rope strung from a ring on his dog collar to a hook on the ceiling, and then he was left alone. She insists he was on his feet the whole time and was never dangling off the floor.

I cannot even begin to tell you how ratshit pissed off bonkers I got reading this. Pretty little 30 year old gets herself a job as a "professional dominatrix". I have to wonder what kind of training, what kind of standards the club and this girl have.

Let us notice that he was hung to a suspension point by the neck. Jay Wiseman will tell you one of the biggest causes of injury in bondage is falling and anytime you attach a person to an inaminate object that danger increases.

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Next came Jefferson's article, Post Will Happily Name Every Adult Caught in a Dog Collar.

He has a different bone to pick but included two more articles from the Post.
I got a few more answers to my questions. The man was 67.

Benjamin was taken to the hospital at 1:25 a.m. Friday after he choked and turned blue while wearing a hood and being trussed up in an S&M contraption called "the wheel" at the Nutcracker Suite, a pain palace on East 33rd Street.
The ex-prof, whose hands were bound behind him, had a leather collar around his neck that was attached to a rope secured to a hook on the ceiling.
He was wearing nipple clamps, and his feet were in women's high heels.
Cops said Benjamin began choking when one of his feet slipped out of the tall shoe.

Now, I'm really incensed. Bondage and breath play- because that is what it was- and poor monitoring. What a recipe for disaster. I was wondering if he has suffered from positional asphixia. What is that? It's when a body is placed in a position where it is unable to breathe properly. Breathing takes muscular work. A person can die due to respiratory muscle exhaustion. This can take minutes or hours.

Four positions most likely associated with breathing problems.
1. Hogtie
2.The fetal position
3. The crucifixion position.
4. Top sitting on bottom.

I searched the web for additional information and came up with some educational sites for medical workers and the police who are trained to restrain people as part of their job.

I found this site on Hobble Restraints.

I found a Medical Site on High Risk Positions.

I also ordered a book from a site that offers training on this topic: Risks of Restraints

I play with some edgy shit. I'd like to think I do it as intelligently and as RACK (Risk Aware Consenusual Kink) smart as possible. I can guarantee you I would never leave anyone alone while I am in charge of the scene and I would never play with someone who would leave me alone or who I did not trust to be responsible. This shit just makes me crazy.

The question you always have to ask is: If I do this, what is the worst thing that could happen?

Less Emphasis on Leather? Not in My Closet.

2008-02-14T18:53:00.000-08:00

I have a bunch of stuff I want to talk about today. One is that the strap on tutorial was a big hit and I'm planning on doing more. Since it came about to fill a request, let me ask the question, what rope tutorials would you like to see? I like sharing my knowledge with others so its a perfect way to do it.

My second topic is that I was contacted by a new blogger wanting to swap links. Her blog is Sextoysfashion. I took a look at the sight and found some interesting things and a comment I just couldn't agree with. She, however, did have this photo of cute fucking bananas. I like that positon, personally.

She states: " Sex stores less and less place an emphasis on handcuffs, scourge, chains, leather clothes and other sadomasochism attributes. Pain and violence are not fashionable today."

Huh? WTF? Thouroughly confused at this statement as it certainly doesn't agree with my personal knowledge and the fellow vendors I see at BDSM events I had to wonder where the heck she got this information from. I'm convinced she's from another country and that English is her second language by the way she describes and phrases things. It's also interesting to see a very different point of view.

If anything, I think facets of BDSM and its clothing and traditions are leaking out into the vanilla world more than ever. Of course, I'm much more aware of those things now that I am apart of this subculture.

Honestly, even looking at the kind of movies that are coming out of Hollywood and the fact that we are in a war, to say that "pain and violence are not fashionable" is kind of nuts.

I've been to a fair amount of events this year: Dark Odyssey Springfire, Shibaricon, Black Rose, Floating World, DO Sex Camp and the New York Leather Weekend Streetfair. I see what the other vendors are selling. No way has bondage or leather gone out of style. I look at sites online and they vary. Not all sex toy companys carry bondage gear but it certainly doesn't mean that there is less demand.

I do like the fact that this made me curious. Got me whipped into a lather.

Now, I just want to go fucking bananas, or fucking like bananas.

Hmm, nuts, bananas, whipped? Why I am I so hungry all of a sudden?

My Boot-a-lishish Valentine

2008-02-13T19:54:00.000-08:00

I mentioned to Zelda last weekend that Marshall's was having it's year end clearance sale on boots and shoes. I told her I had found a pair of brown boots for $10!!!! So on Sunday she drove our asses to the one in Freehold. There was so much good stuff. Zelda's picking out stuff and throwing it in the cart. I'm trying to be discerning as I only have so much I can spend. She tells me, "Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out later. Besides, I haven't gotten you anything for Valentine's Day yet." Well, okay, I can get down with that.

We also ended up going through the shoe department in Value City that's in the same mall. More boots! More shoes! The two salesmen were laughing at us as we chugged over to checkout. The cart was filling to bursting!
These I actually bought myself. Can you believe it? Nine bucks. Don't piss me off or I'll kick your ass. Better yet, I'll grind my boot in your groin. Ouuweee, just looking at them gets me all toppy.

Zelda insisted I get these. They actually look better on me. Zelda is playing shoe model. I'm behind the camera this time.

Too cute! How could I pass them up for $5.00? And they are comfortable.

Gotta have a pair of basic black.

These will be great for the dungeon. I like shoes that slip off quickly.

I fell in love with these. They are so comfy. Beautiful leather and you feel like you have slippers on. Zelda bought them in all four colors: Black, brown, red and buff. $23

Another pair I had to have. The insides are finished with a creamy gold leather. They were marked down to $29. They were well worth over a hundred.

Now I can retire my falling apart brown boots. Happily.

For $25 these were a steal. Real leather and the most fetishy with the patterned cutouts.

So my honey really surprised me by buying me 7 pairs of boots and shoes! This is the most boots I've ever owned at one time. We don't even want to talk about Zelda Emelda Marcos' shoe closet. I couldn't venture to guess how many pairs she has.

Since I won't be with her on Valentine's Day she told me to wear a pair of the boots and masturbate. So I'll be getting all dressed up for a date with myself. Wasn't Woody Allen the one that said, " At least mastubation is sex with someone you love."

Keep Your Eyes On My Cock

2008-02-12T20:23:00.001-08:00

I'm doing this strap on tutorial for Wendy. She asked, pretty please, so here it is. Zelda showed me this and it may be a slightly different version that what is in Midori's book. She thinks that's where she got it from. I don't own that book, so I can't check.

We were discussing skills at last week's TES meeting. Boymeat's great with canes, floggers, whips and such but doesn't know much about rope. Me, I'm good at rope. Jefferson's so-so with the above mentioned but his real skill is those fingers, his amazing fingers and what they do to orafices. Lolita's good with lots of stuff, especially rope, spanking and canes. "Anal" says Wendy, "I want to be known for being great with anal."

She's seen me at parties and events and has seen me use the rope method to tie on my strap on. I used it to fuck Avah at DO Sex Camp while she was suspended in rope. I showed Wendy how to do it at the last orgy we attended, in order to fuck Desire after I had roped her up.

First, "Get your cock center of gravity" as Lee Harrington would say. I tuck the balls inbetween my legs and squeeze them in order to keep the strap on in place. I'm using a 30 foot piece of solid braid nylon for this. It's doubled. Take the bight (the end that is folded over) in one hand and the working end in the other.

Loop the working end through the bight. We just made a lark's head. It is one of the most common knots you'll make. Don't tighten it, we need it loose enough to fit more rope.

Run the rope around your waist and loop back through the circle. Notice how my hand is hardly purple anymore! Next we are going to make a figure eight around our thighs.

Loop back around your left leg and come up inbetween your legs and loop in on the right bottom side of the circle. Pull the rope all the way through.

Now we are going to loop around the right thigh.

Bring the rope between your legs.

Loop in on the left bottom of the circle.

Pull the rope all the way through. This is when you should pull and tighten all the ropes and make sure they are snug and tight.

Now we are going to make a square knot on top of the strap on to lock it in place. That's right over left.

And left over right. Pull to tighten.

Bring the ropes up to your waist and wrap around.

Pull snugly and make a 4. My fingers are holding the rope at the top of the 4.

Loop through and tighten.

Take the ropes and split them. Tie behind your back in a bow.

Makes your ass look cute, doesn't it?

Zelda helped me take the pictures. She was being a bit of a pain in the ass, so I had to throw her bitchy butt down on the bed and fuck her and slap her around a bit. Man, that woman loves to argue!

Ok, Wendy, I hope that helps!

G-Spot Pickle

2008-02-12T20:12:00.000-08:00

Zelda and I had lunch at a diner yesterday. This cute pickle came with lunch. And look, it's with a cute tomato!

Zelda: It's a G-Spot Pickle, look at the way it curves!

Me: I have to take a picture of it for my blog.

Zelda: You have to try the pickle first.

Me: It's only half a pickle. Besides I'm concerned for the acid balance in my vagina.

Zelda: You could put a condom on it. I wouldn't care.

Me: Of course you wouldn't care, you're a big slut.

I ate the pickle.

Pickle is my favorite funny word.