New thoughts, new ideas, new parts of my life

I don't really know where to begin, so...I won't.  This entry will just be a collection of ramblings, and comments on different things that are happening to me, around me, etc. 

I'm playing more at parties now.  I'm coming out of my shell more (believe it or not, I tend to be quieter in crowds), and strangely enough...people are responding.  In droves.  Being an extreme introvert, for a long time, I have been quite content staying home, working on projects, thinking up new ideas for kinky times, trying to find ways to make myself do what I do better, faster, and more intense.  In other words, I live inside my head and my heart much of the time.  If I'm not careful, my LACK of need for the company of others will get out of control, and the next thing I know, I'll not be able to remember the last event or social gathering I went to because it will have been so long since I'd been to one.  To avoid this, for the past few months, I've been making sure I attend at least one social event per week, and volunteering for different groups.  I was pleasantly surprised to see the welcome I received, and the positive response I got from nearly everyone I meet.  The party invites, girls-night-out invites, date requests, invitations to play were surprisingly frequent.  I'm not trying to brag, just speaking of how I really was surprised to see that taking place.  I keep to myself enough that it never occurred to me that people would seek out my company on a regular basis.

I'm still dropping weight, and since my "diet" became pretty much a different lifestyle, I don't even notice the "diet" anymore, or feel like I'm "dieting", so when the weight keeps coming off, it surprises me.  I've known for awhile that my clothes are getting too big, but that's because I wore them, so I would know first if they started fitting differently.  Now, other people are noticing that things don't fit me anymore.  I finally gave up on trying to make do with the foundation garments that I've had (i.e. underwear) and finally boxed up 30 pairs of panties, and 12 bras this weekend and put them away.  Then, of course, had to go out and buy all new ones. That sucked, since I don't wear cheap lingerie.  But, the panties simply had gotten so big that they weren't even comfortable anymore.  It literally felt like I had a bedsheet underneath my pants whenever I got dressed because there was so much extra fabric.  As for my bras, the straps wouldn't stay on my shoulders, and the rest of the bra wouldn't stay put because they simply weren't tight enough around to grip me anymore.  Don't even get me started on the bagginess of the cups, because I'll cry when I think of my breasts shrinking .  I was NEVER one of those ungrateful bitches who complained about her boobs being too big. I LOVED being stacked.  I still am, but...I really don't want them to get any smaller.  Other people have noticed that my shirts are too big, and they notice that I have to pull my pants up rather frequently.  It's nice, but as I said, since I don't notice myself dieting anymore, it's always a surprise when someone asks me about it.

My holidays were quiet, but nice.  I spent it with family, and people I share love with, so there's no better way to spend them, I figure.   Christmas is my favorite time of year, so as I sit in my living room and type this, I look at my Christmas tree, and am already lamenting having to put it away in a few days, along with all of my decorations.  

I'm getting closer to someone who up until now, was just a play partner.  A bond is growing, and that's ... surprising for me.  I'm pretty good at keeping my emotions in check when it comes to play, and sex.  I never had a problem separating sex/play from emotion.  In some ways, I'm pretty much a guy with tits.   So it was an interesting moment when I realized that there's someone in my life that I've been intimate with for awhile, but now, there's more affection, a deeper bond. Still not romantic love, or even infatuation, but...something else.  Respect, maybe? Love of the friendship variety, perhaps?  Who knows?  I just know that its reciprocated.  In fact, that's how I figured out my sentiments were changing, when I realized his were first.  It's a nice feeling knowing that the man I've chosen to share a big part of myself with appreciates it, and that we have found a mutual level of endearment, and that it is growing a bit.  It's nice to know that after only 2 years (lol), we really do like each other.  

I think I'm going to finish my glass of wine (label: The Prisoner-a beautiful red that I am now addicted to) and float away to the Land of Nod.

Directly underneath this post, there is a post I just put together that includes some pics and a video I took last night when My Marine came over for some post-holiday cheer.  And ass play.  

More fisting- photos and a 3 minute video below....

My Marine came over last night, and he's always good for a good time.

The male form is absolutely breathtaking to me and the Marine's is no exception.  He's one of the most beautiful men on the planet, and it is SO hard for me to not take pics of him when he's around. He likes his privacy, though, which is understandable, but he's gotten to where he's comfortable as long as I keep his face out of the shots. In the one above, it just seemed kind of tender how I had my hand resting on him as we spoke, and he covered my hand with his.  His hands are huge, and mine aren't small, so I got a kick out of how his kind of dwarfed mine. 

A killer party yesterday

For those who don't know, I'm pretty active in my local kink & Fetish community.  I am the owner of one local group with over 80 members, and I am a leader of another group that has over 200 members and is growing steadily.  That second group, PANGS (Phoenix Area New Group Social) had a demo/bbq yesterday.  The demo was on rope suspension (I still need to learn to do that) but it quickly evolved into a full-blown party.  I got to take lots of pretty pictures, and be in a few myself.  There was needle play, and rope suspensions, and flogging, and whipping, and wrestling and grappling, and it was just awesome.  I'm posting a couple pics for you to see below. The first one is of me flogging a girl that I tied up.  This particular shot is of me getting her right in the pussy with a flogger.  The one below that is where the same girl and I were cuddling together on a bed.  She's one of my closest friends, and gives the best cuddles.  She and I had been playing hard, so we both needed some aftercare.  And yes, I blurred her face out to protect her identity. 

Playing with a girl again...

This time, it was my oh-so-cute roommate.  She used to be involved in the kink lifestyle, but took a step back from it for awhile, only to find that she missed the physicality of playing, if not the "submissive" mindset. So, when she asked if I would do some impact play, I, of course, obliged.  

Here are a couple pics of her getting flogged and single-tailed. 

An exciting cuckolding session tonight..... Pics & (short) Videos

Ahhhhh... it's nice to have fun.  I had a fabulous cuckolding session tonight with Sir Max and a wonderful man that I've been playing with for years now. This is not the first cuckolding fun we've had together.  As usual, he was an exciting combo of elegant and nasty, and I couldn't have asked for more.

When we got to his place, Max and I walked in and we were greeted by a beautiful bottle of "The Prisoner" red wine.  He thought the name appropriate for the situation.  My first time trying that particular label, and as usual, the man we were visiting did NOT disappoint in his choice.  He's someone who knows a thing or two about good wine, and being a (nouveau) wine enthusiast myself, I am always happy with his choice, and thrilled to find something new that I like.  For Max, he had a bottle of Maker's Mark whiskey waiting especially for him. 

We chatted and caught up for awhile, and then the fun began.  I ordered both men to get undressed, and for our host to start pleasing Sir Max.  I took some nice videos and pictures of this happening, which I will include below.  Then, it was time for Max and I to have our fun while our host watched, and envied the very lucky Max (aww...who am I kidding? Max is a total prize, so I'm just as lucky as he is).  Our host even was kind enough to kiss my boots while I was being..uhmm..occupied by Max.  Then, when our host was allowed to cum, like a good little boy, he licked it all up off of his bed, which I also took pictures of. I showered while our host and Max relaxed (I have GOT to get one of those "rainshower" shower heads), and then Max and I were on our way, each of us with a smile, and I almost dozed on the way home.  

Enjoy the pics and videos...

Cleaning up after himself when he was done...such a good, thorough boy!!

Afterwards, I made him stand with the balcony curtains open so that people down below might see him

Oh my God! I want to do this to a girl someday!!

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Chastity- A lament...

I find myself missing having a boy in chastity.  I had a boy in chastity before for an extended period. I miss the many daily texts from him, asking me how I'm doing, asking if I need anything, do I want a foot rub, or a back rub, or ... whatever?  When I realized how much he was thinking about me while I had him locked up, I asked him exactly how much time I was in the front of his thoughts.  He said that if he was sitting down, and not moving much, he MIGHT go as long as 2-3 minutes without seeing my face in his mind.  If he was up and walking around, then I was a constant presence in his thoughts.  I miss that.  There is SUCH a connection between a chaste man and his keyholder.  There's an intimacy that is forged and nurtured when a man is willing to give up his cock to you.  

I'm lucky that I have found a boy who, although he cannot engage in chastity much, suits my needs nicely when he is able to do so.  When slave orion is in town, he is locked up, and he dutifully sends me daily messages telling me what he's thinking and feeling, and even the things about being locked up that make him chuckle.  He finds it highly amusing that when he walks, the lock rattling against the plastic of his device can sometimes be heard making noise.  

I long to once again wear a key around my neck, or on my keychain.  I really miss the whole process, though.  The negotiations, the locking on of the device. The tease & denial, the milking, the eventual release..yummy.  Le sigh. 

Makes sense now...

I'm down 58lbs since July. 

Now it makes sense why none of my clothes fit and why I look like I'm melting when I'm not wearing any.

Saline scrotal infusion pics...

This first one is was taken when we just started, the 2nd one was taken after about 45 minutes and about 6oz of fluid was taken into his scrotal sack.

Redoing the playspace, and by the way, boys, I'm BACK.

Once again I got bored with the status quo and am changing it up a bit. I'm re-styling my play areas, and trying to figure out my favorite new way to store my toys and such.  I've been gifted lots of new items lately, and it's a perfect shame to have to have them packed away all the time. Plus, I'm an "out of sight-out of mind" kinda girl, so if I don't see it, I'll forget I have it.  It's better for me and everyone I play with that my implements of ass-destruction (as well as other body parts) are in view so that I am constantly inspired to do crazy, fucked-up things with them and give whoever I'm playing with a nicely well-rounded Stormy Experience (I'm narcissistic enough to adore how that sounds, and when a play partner lovingly referred to our recent session in that term, I jumped on it). 

A new piece of kink furniture will be delivered this week, and I'm anxious to try it out, and now that more space is opened up again, it means I can finally put the REST of my furniture back in the playrooms as well.  It feels good to be getting back into my groove again. 

I've got pics and a short video coming from a 3 hour medical session I did a few nights ago.  A full exam, including urethral sounds (I had 4 of them in his cock at once-super duper cool!), a scrotal inflation, TENS unit'ing, violet wanding, needles, etc.  Way fun and way exhausting. Of course it culminated in an ass beating and good strap-on ass fucking.  How else should it have ended???  

Stay evil, my kinky bastards.  I miss you, and am finally back to being me in full force.  

** edit approximately 8hrs later: I've been working on my playrooms pretty much since I wrote this blog about 8 hours ago.  I can't explain how empowering it is to finally be getting everything back together and making it ready to rock again.  Having everything at my fingertips again is so ... liberating.  And I have so many new toys to put up and use since I last had everything hanging on hooks and racks along the walls, so I found myself in the WONDERFUL quandary of trying to find room for everything.  

Fun with a beautiful girl

I went to a party tonight, a gathering of a local kink group that I am a member of.  It was a photography party, and then after that, a regular play party.  I ended up playing with a beautiful young girl, whom I have known for quite awhile, but for some reason or other, never played with before.  It was getting towards the end of the night and she walked by me looking bored. I asked her if she was going to play this evening, and she said "There's no one to play with!" I, of course, volunteered to top her, and she took me up on it. 

We negotiated the scene, her likes and limits, and then I tied her to a St. Andrews cross and went to town.  First, impact play on her breasts.  Slapping them, hitting them with a cane, then a flogger made of rubber hose, then a dragon tail, and a single tail whip.  I had already put her in a rope dress, with a knot tied right over her clit.  Since the cross was formed in such a way as to have elevated foot rests, her legs were spread, so I began switching off between hitting her breasts and using the whips to hit the knot over her clit.  She made the most beautiful noises!!  So much glorious fun!

After I did this for awhile, I took her out of the rope dress and then turned her around on the cross, so that I could begin working on her back and her butt.  I went between all of the above mentioned toys, skipping back and forth between her back and her bottom.  She was so giving of herself in that she was highly responsive, very vocal (with sounds, not words) and just wonderful at actually sharing in the energy instead of just taking it all.  There were lots of growls, screams, cries, and finally, tears and sobbing.  I ended the scene with my single tail whip, and that was what pushed her over the edge into subspace.  Long, racking sobs were heard, drawing a crowd to watch from all over the party.  When I took her down and walked her over to sit on a sofa for aftercare, she was so blissed out.  Since this was our first time playing, I'll admit to being concerned that I took her too far.  Not everyone can handle the intensity of a single-tail whip, but she was ecstatic.  She said it was hard to find people who can take her that far out there without taking her so far that it becomes a bad thing.  And that it is hard to find people who don't try to make it sexual.  

It definitely was a much-needed recharge of my kinky batteries.  It probably doesn't surprise any of you readers to hear that I like to play at very intense levels.  Unfortunately, the number of people out there who can do that is limited.  I'm lucky in that my tastes and personal kinks cover such a broad spectrum, but...I can't lie.  Doing the minor intensity stuff 95% of the time can get a little...staid.  I miss my pain sluts. My corporal punishment devotees. My needle boys. My extreme CBT fanatics.  My fisting afficionados.  

I miss cries of pain.
I miss blood. 
I miss the exhaustion that comes after giving someone a good beating. 
I miss the feel of burning hot skin under my hand. 
I miss the texted pictures the day after showing the bruising left by my handiwork. 

Sigh.  

Hmm...

Long day, went to lay down to go to sleep, but was kinda horny.  I decided masturbation was exactly what the Doctor ordered, so I grabbed my laptop, and after the following series of porn snippets: 

1) Straight missionary style, man/woman
2) lesbian "terrporn" (horror movie style porn) 
3) homemade kitchen floor porn  man/woman
4) 1 girl taking 2 cocks in her vagina

finally concluding with:

5) hentai tentacle rape scene

all added up to one orgasm'd out Stormy. 

Good night world!!

An almost-forgotten fetish

I don't do many foot worship sessions.  I enjoy it immensely, but most guys who book for it no-show on their appointments, so it's not something I do for newbies.  But, today,  I had a visitor who requested it, so I enjoyed a long, relaxing session getting my toes licked and sucked on, and got to once again experience the erotic sensation of grinding the bottom of my foot into someone's face.   It was SO relaxing, but arousing, as well, of course.

I go about my day, and decide to go get a pedicure.  I come home, and am relaxing with a glass of wine when I get a text from an old friend.  We messaged back and forth for a bit, and then I remembered that he also had a foot fetish, and, frankly, I was in the mood for it (again).  I invited him over, told him my feet needed his attention, and an hour later, he was at my door.  We went into my bedroom, and I laid down on my bed, on my stomach, and grabbed the book I'm reading right now.  He laid on the bed at my feet, and I spent a good 90 minutes getting my feet and legs worshiped and massaged while I read, sipped a beautiful merlot, and relaxed.  It was very nice letting someone take care of me for a change.  By the time he left to go home (darn it, he had to get up early for work) I was a puddle.  

I'm going to sleep very nicely tonight.  

I'm still available, just choosing to not advertise right now

Hello all,

I know I haven't been writing much, or advertising much.  I'm still around, I'm just choosing to not post ads as much for awhile because I want to see only regulars for the next few weeks.  There's a major..thing (for lack of a better term) happening in my life right now, and while the excitement and discovery and explorations of a new partner are always fun, right now, I need the familiar comfort of faces (and other body parts) that I know and already connect with.  So, if you've seen me before, and are wondering if I'm here, yes, I am.  And you can still call and session with me, I'm just not trying to attract any new partners right now.  I'll still advertise once a week or so for the people who don't have the luxury of being able to keep my phone # handy in their phones, or my site/blog cached in their browser history. 

I don't want to talk about this thing, because...even I have my limits about how much of my soul I will lay bare.  Considering that I pretty much tell you boys and girls EVERYTHING, the fact that I want to keep this one close to the vest will hopefully impress upon you how important this is.  I'm not in any legal trouble, and it's not anything health-related, for me or anyone close to me.  I have no illnesses, major, minor, or mental (wait-is being a sadist still considered a mental illness by the AMHA?), so I'm all good.   This is something going on within my soul and my heart and nowhere else.   As I said, I just want to focus on the friends I already have (I adore you!!) instead of finding new ones. 

So, if you're a new person, and I don't answer my phone, or tell you I can't see you, don't take it personally. If you want to, call me again in a few weeks.  If you would rather find someone else immediately, I'm down with that, too, and happy to make a recommendation depending on the type of session you are looking for. 

If you're a regular, and you call, leave a voice mail, or text message, and I'll get back to you.

No, I don't switch.

After the pictures I posted in my last blog, I got inundated with requests for pro sub sessions.  As in, ME subbing.  My regulars and friends, once they pick themselves up off the floor from laughing too hard, know that that rarely  happens.  

The pictures I took were for fun, for art's sake, and to show me just looking different than I usually do.  I don't play as a bottom professionally, and rarely do personally.  I have blogged about taking a cathartic beating before, but that's always when I have some deep emotional bullshit happening and I need to bring it up to the surface and deal with it.  I will also bottom in a demonstrative capacity (aka: topping from the bottom) if someone asks me to show them how to do something and I can't find a last-minute stunt bottom.  I believe that people in the kink community who engage in our kind of passions have a responsibility to teach others how to explore different kinks safely and with consideration for all involved.  I wouldn't be where I am today if many very kind people had not taken the time over the years to show me new things, and show me how to do them properly.   

That's kind of what I find so sad about the new generation of kinksters.  This new generation is primarily operating within the mindset of "I can do it all by myself, and no one needs to show me anything".  So many traditions, and so much knowledge is being lost because of the arrogance of youth.  I'm not saying there's only "one twue way" (yes, I meant to write "twue" instead of "true"-it's a kink community joke) to do anything, I just think it makes more sense to learn how it's BEEN done for a very long time, and if you want to do it differently after you learn it, THEN modify it.  That way, you'll be able to make an educated and informed decision about something, rather than just hearing about something, or reading about it, and appointing yourself an expert on it without ever having received any actual instruction.  Nothing makes me roll my eyes more than attending a party and getting a 10 minute lecture from a 21 year old "Master" who still lives at home with (and off of) his parents about how to properly throw a single-tail only to have him sputter and make an excuse when I hand him mine and ask him to show me what he's talking about.  Yes, that has really happened to me.  He had never picked up a single-tail in his life, but felt he knew all there was to know about them and how to use them.  There are also lots of lessons in courtesy, etiquette, and manners that are being lost.  It really is unfortunate. 

Oh, and speaking of courtesy, when/if you call a Domme at 12:30 at night to try to make an appointment, if she doesn't answer the first time you call, that is not tacit permission to call her over and over again until she answers the phone.  This happened to me tonight.  I was laying in bed with a migraine, and when I put my phone down, I had left it across the room and forgot to turn the ringer off.  My head felt like someone was driving spikes through it, and my vision was almost non-existent.  The phone went off, and it felt like 200 boot camp cadets were marching through my head when the phone wouldn't shut up.  I finally stumbled across the room to answer it, and this yokel says "Yeah, I wanted to make an appointment."   I replied "I'm not working tonight. Bye" and he said "What? I can't hear you. I want to make an appointment for tonight."  I said "What I said was that I have a migraine from hell, and am too sick to work tonight, so no thank you."  He started to say something else, but I was already hanging up.  2  minutes later I get a text from him.  "Sorry."  I ignore it.  3 minutes later, I get another one from him that says "Ok sorry about that." Again, I ignore it.  2 minutes later, I get another one that says "Did you get my texts saying I was sorry?"  I turned the damn thing off at that point.   Seriously. What a moron. I get that he might not have understood the debilitation and agonizing pain of a migraine, but the phrase "too sick to work" usually resonates with someone if they have at least half a brain.  Apparently, he didn't.  

Here's a couple pictures of slave orion that I took a few nights ago.  He's back in chastity again, this time for a few days. I'll take him out of it tomorrow night. But I thought he looked cute in his bondage the other night when I tied him up.  

Upping the weird factor for Halloween

I wanted to get a little crazy with some pictures. So, I thought, and thought...and came up with an idea.  I had a nurse friend safely and per medical standards draw some of my blood prior to the shoot, and asked my friend Joshua come over with his camera.....    No one was hurt, and this was all consensual (uhmm..I'm the only one in the pics, and I give Scouts Honor that this was all in good fun, and except for some residual rope burns on my wrists, I came out of this unscathed-my blouse, however did not fare as well)  The shoot was fun, and while this is not something I would ever want to experience in reality, being tied up, gagged, and splashed with my own blood for the sake of art was actually a hoot.  We also took some full body shots where blood had been rubbed on the inside of my thighs, but it just didn't translate well into the picture, so I left those out.    And of course, there were the obligatory shots taken when it was almost over showing me bloody and torn but laughing so people know that these weren't taken during an actual crime. 

Some pics

slave orion said I could post his pictures, so here they are..

The pic I took of him bent over.....he has such a gorgeous physique, and I love the curves and planes of a man's body, especially when they are in a "head down, ass up" pose.    And, curiously enough, he had a PA piercing years and years ago, and it never healed.  So, he showed me how the lock to his chastity device fit perfectly through the hole left by his PA piercing.  It probably wouldn't have kept him from having an orgasms, and DEFINITELY would not have kept him from getting hard, but still..the sight of a lock locked onto the head of his cock was thrilling.

A couple random things..

First of all, had a wonderful session this evening with Orion.  He is fast becoming a favorite.  I had him locked in a chastity device for a few days.  Put him in it a few nights ago, just took him out of it tonight.  The play and energy were both wonderful, and I think we're going to do this again, soon.

I took some very cute pictures of the play, but as always, I am waiting for him to review them before I post them.

I saw the following list of Ponderous Points on someone's Fetlife profile. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to repost it.

Number 8:
Life is sexually transmitted.

Number 7:
Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

Number 6:
Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see a gleam in his eyes, make him a sandwich.

Number 5:
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks, months, maybe years.

Number 4:
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospitals, dying of nothing.

Number 3:
All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

Number 2:
In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

And The Number 1 Thought:
Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers--what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.

- and as someone recently said to me:
"Don't worry about old age--it doesn't last that long."

A little clip of some fun

I had fun with a superbly fun new boy last night, who let me do whatever I wanted, and took everything I threw at him like a champion. I can't wait to see him again.

FInally some pictures.

These pics were taken a couple of weeks ago during a session with an absolutely wonderful new playmate, and I like to call him Bethany. :)   Oh my, he is such a blast!!  He's come to play with me a few times in the past few weeks, and they are always fun. He's such a giving partner in that he really interacts with me, instead of coming in, telling me what he wants, and then sitting back and letting me "do the session".   It is truly a give and take sort of play, and I'm thrilled that he chose me. The last pic is of my new violet wand on some part of his body. It's dark, but if you look closely, you can see the spark connecting between the skin and the wand.  Yumm!  And, I'm dancing around in my happy panties because I get to play with ropes with him. I don't get to do nearly enough rope bondage. 

First things first.. I am SO proud!!

My buddy, Gespenst, makes all kinds of kinky toys out of silicone. He specializes in butt plugs, particularly ones in the shape of tentacles (yes, as in octopus tentacles) since tentacle porn in so popular in the kinky community. 

I like supporting local kinky craftsmen & craftswomen, especially when they are my friends, so I commissioned a HUGE dildo, specifically in mind for my Marine, who so enjoys fisting, and being stretched. Gespenst made me a wonderful dildo to my exact specifications.  It's about 7 inches long, as has the same girth as a soda can.  The very cool thing is that before I had a chance to go pick it up from him, he had it on display during some of his vending events, and people loved it!  For shits and giggles, he named it after me, "The Stormy".  And people started buying them.  So now, when he vends at events, you'll see a selection of enormous dildos with a sign in front of them that boldly declares "The Stormy".  

Yes, I take pride in that, and am proud that he is proud to name a toy after me. 

Here's a link to "The Stormy" on his etsy website:

http://www.etsy.com/listing/101186984/the-stormy-in-fire-dragon-red?ga_search_query=stormy

I also have bought floggers, and silicone paddles from him.  He's awesome with everything he does.

Secondly, I went to the "Festival of Flesh" last night at Joe's Grotto in Phoenix, with one of my closest friends, N.  Waaaaaay fun!! Since Gespenst was there last night, I bought a new red silicone paddle from him.  And, later in the evening, got to flog a lovely girl for awhile, got to give another her birthday spankings, and got to give a couple people some lashes with a single-tail whip.  All of this in front of everyone in the bar.  I don't always like playing in front of people, but it had been so long since I had that last night it was fun.  Here's a picture of me and my date for the evening: (face was blurred for privacy reasons)

And I have another friend who make awesome toys in the form of wood paddles and canes.  Here are the latest ones from him (the big one in the middle he gave me just tonight, so I can't wait to use it!)

And, here is a picture of a cock cage/5 gates of Hell that a client gifted to me yesterday:

I have SO much catching up to do....

...but right now, it's almost 4am, and I have miles to go before I sleep, so I'll leave the picture uploading and lascivious details for tomorrow.

Suffice to say, that I started actively taking in more kink sessions again this week (had to take a break for awhile), and today was brutal around my playground.

Lots of sessions, and the first one of the day was an ab/dl session, which I have not done in quite awhile, so that was an awesome treat, and I can't wait to write about it.

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A whole bunch of new toys...

I know I'm late to the party, but I am so excited to share:

I FINALLY GOT A VIOLET WAND!!!

I know, I took forever, but oh well.

I went to a kinky party this weekend to do a demonstration, and when I went to pay my party fee to get in, they told me I didn't pay a fee since I was presenting.  It's a good organization, and I wanted to give them money, so I saw they were having a raffle for something (I didn't know or care what) and so I told her to use the money for some raffle tickets.  I wrote my name on them, and gave them to her, and promptly forgot about it, since, really, who always wins those things? Other people, that's who.

But then,later on in the drawing, as I was chatting with one of my friends, I hear my name being called. 

So, I looked up and said "huh?"
 
Whereupon everyone laughed,and someone told me I won the raffle.  

My uber-sophisticated response was "No shit?"

I went to collect my prize and found a huge goody bag filled with:

1) A new bunch of red silicone rop and a matching silicone blindfold
2) A new padded black leather bit gag
3) A new set of tie-downs for a bed
4) A bottle of chocolate flavored lube
5) A regular bottle of lube
6) A violet wand, with a bunch of fun attachments

Yeah, I was a happy girl.

After that party, I went to another kinky party, and since I knew pretty much most of the 40-ish people there, and already had a play date with one of them, I promptly started telling them about my new toys.  Next thing I know, everyone's sitting in a circle around me ooh'ing and aah'ing over my toy bag, which already had a bunch of stuff from my own collection in it, so it turned into a scene resembling a bunch of hyperactive 2 year olds on Christmas morning tearing into everything, using everything on each other and we were all screaming and laughing like banshees. People seemed to think it was funniest when I would accidentally shock myself and would scream and cuss (Mistress Kiley has always made fun of my potty mouth, and that night, it was in full effect). The amount of elated, ecstatic energy being shared was magnificent.  Best party I've ever been to.

I was able to keep my playdate with the young lady that had agreed to play with me. Her Master lives in another country, so she doesn't play too much with others, per his request. He did, however give her permission to let people play with her feet if they wanted.  So, I deciced to get out my TENS unit and so I hooked electrodes up to the bottom of her feet and did some foot torture. It can hardly be called torture when all she did was giggle and laugh and wiggle uncontrollably, but, I still had a great time.  I don't play with women often enough, and I miss it.

And, since there was so much ample cleavage on display, I ran amok and left plenty of bruised breasts in my wake as I (with permission, of course) tore up some titties with my hands, whips, and Evil Fucker.

A male Dom there also enjoys electricity as I do, and he even had some home-fashioned seriously intense electrical toys, so then I got to zap a few testes and cocks.  ALWAYS a good time, there!!!

Yes,  A wonderful evening was had by all, and we all left the party in a deleriously happy haze.

Not 1, but 2!!

Tonight, I will be going to not 1, but 2 kinky play parties. At the first one, I'll be facilitating a demonstration/discussion about anal health & play.  Then, after that party, I'll be heading to another private play party.  This one I'll be taking my whips, and paddles, and TENS unit.  I'm pretty sure I can go ahead and count this as a great night. 

And this is after sessioning for a couple of hours today.

And the common cold, apparently.

Got back from a wonderful few days in Yuma, and woke up with a cold. A bad one.  I didn't session this week because a) I didn't feel like it and b) I didn't want to spread it around.  I'm finally feeling better again, so I plan on having fun this weekend. 

I saw this today, and I fell in love with it.  Law Enforcement, physics, and the common cold. :) 

I'm having a wonderful time..

This weekend has been exactly what I needed.  It's been way too long since I've seen my parents, and as usual, they went overboard with spoiling me while I was here. 

Their home is a gorgeous, designer home that my dad, master contractor that he is, built himself.   Huge open floor plan and bedrooms big enough to get lost in. I brought my roommate, and 2 puppies up here with me.  They weren't kidding. They had presents piled pretty high on the dining table, and more scattered here and there throughout the house, so I'm hoping we have room in the car to take everything home. 

Last night we had prime rib and king crab legs, and tonight, they took me and my roommate to a restaurant here in Yuma called "Jack & Rosie's".  It's sort of a local institution, and has been around since the 40's.  I guess the original "Rosie" used it as a way to not only serve food and drink, but, to....ah... "run" girls out of it. She was a madam, and was also in the "providing adult entertainment" business.  I got a kick out of that.  Long story, short, after 2 1/2 hours of laughing, drinking and eating (and a $200 bill later) I decided that Jack & Rosie's was my new favorite steak joint because it was the best I ever had. Seriously...if you're down in Yuma, stop in and have dinner there.  It's amazing.  

The weekend was more relaxing than I could have ever hoped for, and I am feeling great.  Of course, that could also be the Absolut & cranberry juice cocktails that my mom keeps making for me, but...who wants to split hairs?

I'll be home tomorrow night, and back to the playroom starting monday.

2 super hot sessions...

As I write this,it's 5am and I am taking a break from getting everything together for my trip to Yuma this weekend.  I leave sometime this afternoon, and I'm debating whether or not I want to try to get in a session or two before I leave.  I probably will.  Things have been pretty busy for me this week, so shy not have the fun while I can since I probably won't be playing this weekend..? Sounds good to me. 

Today I had two fantastic sessions.  The first with a new boy and I look forward to many more with him.  

The second, was a forced bi session with a previous visitor and of course, Sir Max.  Since I was pretty excited from the first session, when Max walked in early before the 2nd guy was here, I almost dragged him into my bedroom, but...I didn't. I was a good girl.  The "forced" session was a steamy turn-on, and Max was, as usual, in excellent form.  After using our "victim" six ways to Sunday, the session was over, and we were all smiling.  Max and I were smiling so much, in fact, that the visitor looked at us and said "Wow, doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you'll be tearing at each other as soon as I walk out the door."

Max and I looked at each other in fake innocence with expressions like "Who, us??" 

Yep. Today was a good day.  

I adore my boy/In Yuma this weekend (10th-12th)

Tonight, my boy and I were texting back and forth, lamenting the fact that our schedules tonight were not conducive to some kinky fun together.  As usual, it devolved into teasing and tormenting over the phone. 

I told him to take a camera, and to video record playing with himself, and send it to me. He asked if I wanted him to send include his new HUGE dildo  that he just bought for himself. I said "Of course".  So, shortly thereafter, my boy sent me a video of him jerking off and backing into a rather large rubber cock that he had suctioned to a wall.  

Hearing him say my name while doing this all for me was absolutely beyond hot.  

I've always loved watching a man masturbate. At the risk of sounding like a total peeping tomstress, I'd love to watch a man who doesn't know he's being watched.  

But, I'm so hellbent on the consensuality issue, it'll probably never happen.  Oh well. It's not like I don't get enough fun in other ways. 

I'll be in Yuma this weekend, spending some much needed time with my parents.  I haven't been up (down?)there in awhile, so they're going kinda crazy in preparations.  My dad painted the room I'll be sleeping in so it would be pretty for my visit, and my mom already has our massage & pedicure appointments booked for Friday evening, and dinner reservations for Saturday night, and a huge stack of presents for me on the formal dining table (some from my birthday, and a lot just because).  She always goes overboard and does way too much. 

Speaking of my mom, she tried to have a literary discussion with me about "50 Shades of Grey".  I almost tossed my cookies when she asked if I could relate to the character of Christian Grey, even though he was a man. My mom and I are tight, but DAMN! I don't even want to think about my mom reading that book and thinking of me in the same light. Sheesh!  I know she's just doing it to try to relate to me, but still.  

Oh, and my only complaint about my boys video was that he has chopped off all his hair since the last time I saw him.  Not good. He had the most beautiful deep brown, thick, soft hair, and I adored running my fingers through it and playing with it and pulling him around by it.  He is in SO much trouble now. I told him he might want to start getting nervous, because he wont be able to sit down without thinking of me for about a week after he visits me next. 

WHo'd have thought Dr Seuss would give a kinkster life lessons?

Saw this today for the first time, and it really resonated with me.  Trying to live it. 

I love play parties

Last night, I went with B. and a friend of hers, CryoPup, to a private play party.  We arrived, and there were people being tied up and forced to orgasm, spanked, whipped and paddled 'til bleeding, covered in hot wax, tied up in chains, and of course, there was the requisite fisting, fellatio, and lots of hitachi's being used everywhere.  


B. had put a butt plug in Cryo's ass, and a dog's shock collar around the base of his cock and balls, and therefore, Cryo was driving just a tad nervously, but it was all in good fun. After we arrived, we socialized for a bit, then B. had Cryo undress, and I admired his erotic accessories for a bit while B. showed me some recently acquired new paddles and straps.  She handed me the controller  for the shocker and I had my fun with that.  It was big fun pressing a button and watching someone jump and their eyes get wide.  I think I turned the intensity up a bit too high, but that's ok.  I didn't mind.  


 Throughout the hour or so, B. and I paddled and singletailed Cryo, and that was so nice.  Real pain sluts are so few and far between than finding one is like finding a buried treasure, and I was so appreciative of B. sharing her boy. After that, the playtime culminated in me, B., and our friend, Cat pouncing on Cryo on a bed and forcing him to endure some serious tickle torture for awhile.  I don't mean soft, sweet tickle torture, I mean, having to sit on him to hold him down kind of torture, and still he was almost able to throw us. 


And I may or may not have pulled down Cat's bustier every so often and smacked her hard across the tits.  


Cat is a beautiful, bouncy friend of mind, who's a total bottom, until she's not, if that makes sense. Anyway, I have a rubber paddle that I call Evil Fucker.  Many of you are well acquainted with him. Anyway, a long time ago, when Cat and I were playing one evening, I said something funny, and she giggled while I was whipping her breasts.  Sometimes, if she laughs hard enough, she snorts a little (not in a horrible way, a cute way), and during this playtime, she happened to snort. Since I leap on any opportunity to inflict pain on someone who loves it, I grabbed Evil Fucker and got her right on the tit with it, and I informed her than in the future, for every snort, she'd get a whack with Evil Fucker.  This has been going on for awhile, and it's becoming such a well-known game between her and I that others have gotten in on the action and now if she's out with kinky friends and snorts, I'll get a text from them informing me that Cat snorted that evening, and how many times.  I now keep a dry erase board with tic marks on it so that we don't lose track of how many smacks her breasts will get the next time we play.  I told her about the dry erase board last night at the party.  Her eyes lit up, and she laughed (no snort though, dammit) and kindly informed me that she had snorted earlier in the night so I might want to add another mark to her board. 


It's good to be me.  :) 

Renewing

One of the nice men I had the fortunate pleasure of spending time with yesterday visited me late last night.  I'm sure that most of you know by now that I do massages as well as Domination play.  He texted me last night, a new boy, asking for a massage appointment and was it too late? It wasn't, so we settled on 10pm. 


The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was how attractive he was.  Twinkle in his eye, boyishly handsome, big smile, and a wonderful attitude.  And he had big, broad, beefy shoulders that made my mouth water. Shoulders are my favorite part of a man's body.  Shoulders, then backs.  Anyway, as usual with visitors, I greeted him with a hug, and was very pleasantly surprised to feel the wonderful energy coming from him.  


We went into my play room and he undressed and laid down on the table.  We chatted for a bit while I got things ready, and I softly stroked my hands over him, acquainting myself with his body, and acquainting him with my touch.  He was so generous with his sighs and moans and whispered compliments while I worked on him.  He gave back just as much as I was giving him. 


Let me explain.  I like giving massages because I like the healing energy exchange that can take place between two people sharing touch.  The warmth, the affection. It might only be for an hour, but if there's a connection made, it's an amazing hour. I'm usually almost as relaxed as they are by the time I'm done. 


I found myself feeling relaxed and revived at the same time.  His words made me smile and served to remind me of how much I love what I do, both the Kinkery (my word and you may not use it) and the Massages.  


When the massage was over, he was lying on my table and I was just stroking his skin, basking in the warmth of the moment. When he felt up to it, he sat up, and I stood behind him and stroked his back some more.  He was still drifting, so I leaned forward, and kind of put my arms around his shoulders, he leaned back into me, and it was another few minutes before he sat up straight, and got dressed. Both of us were all smiles, and we hugged again and I walked him to the door.  I stumbled around the rest of the night, more relaxed than I have been in weeks.  


Now THAT was a good session, and a good evening. 

Sorry I haven't written in so long.  Life gets in the way sometimes, and, after the ridiculous technical snafu on my previous blog, and after subsequently reviewing 2 1/2 years worth of blogs, and transferring the pertinent ones (one by one) over to this new blog address, I have to say...I was completely sick of myself. Not to mention that in the middle of all of that mess, I had to build a new website.  Sheesh!  I completely lost my perspective about who I was in regards to the online stuff, and subsequently lost the motivation to write anything. 


I think I needed some time off.  


I'm back, though.  I found my fingers itching to do some typing tonight, and so I sat down at my computer, and found myself here. 


First, I checked the view stats, and was pleasantly surprised at how many views this thing is getting.  I figured that after my old blog kinda being dead in the water for so long, I'd have lost a fair amount of readers.  Not the case, and in fact, was quite the opposite.  More readers daily and weekly than on my old blog.  


Nice.  :)  I missed you, too. 


I would like to take a second to give a very big shout-out to Mistress Kiley.  I am fanning this woman with a palm frond as we speak (well, not really, but you know what I mean).
When my life was getting in the way these past few weeks, she was a rock, and the true north on my compass.  With just a few words, she can remind me that I can get through anything. She is also great at making me laugh, no matter the circumstances. She doesn't always tell me what I want to hear, but she always gives it to me straight.  There's not a lot of people in the world who will respect you enough to go out on a limb and tell it like it is, for whatever reason.  It's not always comfortable or easy to tell someone the truth, and there's always risk involved.  Risk of it turning from a conversation into an ugly confrontation, loss of friendship (which is pretty much on the shoulders of the person who can't handle the truth, but still....), etc.   She doesn't back down even when I'm behaving at my worst, and that tells me that she sees me as an adult, and as someone who can handle reality.  She accepts me for the human being that I am, and doesn't expect me to be perfect.  She is a true friend, and those are rare.  I thank my higher power every day for the people like her in my life.  


Other than that, a few new adventures in my life, and I'm still as silly as ever. 


The other morning, my guy and I grabbed the dogs and went to the lake at around 5am. Saguaro Lake, Butcher Jones beach.  It's always so quiet there in the mornings, and it never fails to surprise me. The water was perfect, and we had a wonderful time swimming and splashing and playing with the dog.   I decided I was going to swim out to the buoy, which is pretty far out there. I got within 20 feet of it, and I felt something tickle my leg. Now, I do NOT do well in murky water that's full of slithery things.  It was only a bit of seaweed, but of course, I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT.  I turned around and started swimming towards shore for all I was worth, screaming my damn fool head off.  My man turns around at my first screech, and even from hundreds of yards away, I swear I could see the color drain from his face.  He jumps into the water and starts swimming for all he's worth.  You see, he thought I had gotten tired and was going under.  As he's ferociously swimming to me for a gallant rescue, he yells at me "I'm coming! Hang on!" and I screamed back "there's something on my leg!"


At which point, he stops swimming.  


And gets a disgusted look on his face. 


And yells back to me: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

When he sees me still frantically swimming towards him, he hollers at me "Stop being such a pussy!" and turns back towards shore. 


I hate fish, and dead things.  So, while the calm, rational, grown-up part of me was quietly repeating "It's ok. Just some seaweed. No big deal. You're fine. ", the irrational, panic-stricken 5 year old inside me was screaming at the top of her lungs "THERE'S SOMETHING ICKY RIGHT HERE NEXT TO ME AND IT'S TOUCHING ME AND IT'S GONNA LICK ME AND I'M GONNA DIE!!"


Guess which voice I paid more attention to?


Think about it.  Go on.  I'll wait.  


Yep. That's right. 


The one that made me look like a jackass. 


As usual 


Sigh.