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."