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FetFest 2012 Photos!

So I've decided to not really post My full FetFest 2012 review and description. Quite frankly, I'm pissed that the only record of My writing was deleted with My Tumblr, and was full of juicy details and quite lengthy. I just don't feel like writing it again. Fuck Tumblr. I will do a brief highlights right now, and you'll have to fill in the blanks yourself.

I attended a myriad of classes by some of the best educators in the lifestyle. I am honored and humbled to have been able to hear some of these wonderful people speak, and I'd like to thank the entire staff and BLP for putting on such an amazing festival.

I was so happy to return to the fire. For those who do not know, I was turned into a human torch last year, and it was a magical transformatory experience for Me. The capable hands of fireplayers Phoenix and Barbara doused Me in fuel and My, how I shone. In fact, I have just received two pics from last year's human torch from wonderful photographer TwistedView, and I share them now with you.

It was so wondrous, I decided to return to it. Again, the fire overtook Me and gave Me peace, cleansing Me. An amazing experience.

My One and I brought some sexual diversity to the Saturday night orgy and I got a kick-ass blowjob in the middle of it all. It was wonderfully sexually freeing to be able to enjoy Myself in such fashion in the open air. Very refreshing!

At the Primal Arts trials, I underwent the trial of Water. Last year, the format was different, and the trial and sacrifice that had to be made to the tribe was by Fire, which is where I got My brand.

This year, I wanted to go through something else. My original desire was for the Air trial (a hook suspension) but I ended up deciding I wasn't feeling it. And so I went for the water trial... which was waterboarding.

Waterboarding was not as scary as I thought it would be, due to the fact that I felt "prepared" for it. Truth is, nothing can truly prepare you for it, but I have topped for waterboarding before (and love it), and have studied the subject from both anectodal and scientific bases. So I'd like to think I had a good grasp of the subject short of submitting to it. But in the end the panic just sets in and I safeworded out (or rather safegestured) in less than 30 seconds. And believe Me, that's agonizing when freezing cold water is running down your nostrils. So there was that, and it was intense. But it was important I get it done, as I hadn't bottomed for it before, and I only tend to to top with methods I've bottomed to. This was a hard one. I had a little drowning spell when I was 10, and refused to go through it again. So at least it's done, and My mind is clear. Hooray!

I had a great time watching the dancers at Lucky's Club, and even tried out a move or too. After a bit of boozing, I have come upon another grandiose decision. I have decided to lose some weight and get back into shape. And I will be stripping at Lucky's Club next year!

So there's the gist of it. I am so happy and grateful to have come in contact with so many wonderful people this year, and can't wait to do so again next year! Are you coming?

And now, without further ado, here are a couple of shots from this year's FetFest, where I happily returned to the fire, taken by the wonderful Stacie Joy.

So I hope you enjoyed this good fun with Me. Now I have to sleep, I have to teach French tomorrow and punish a naughty student...

Needles and Blood

Had a lovely needle and bloodplay session today... wonderfully relaxing! I got permission to take some photos, and I'm sharing a select few on here with you. Enjoy!

If I don't play with you... I must not exist!

I live among illogical animals.

I'm so tired of butthurt queerboys who send Me hate mail when I tell them I'm not interested in playing with them. Seriously. I denied a really rude boy the medical scene he wanted (not only was he a complete boob, but he didn't read My info and interests), and all of a sudden, I'm a delusional fake, who has no BDSM skills, and don't exist in the public lifestyle.

Mind you, I get this hate mail the day after Aviary, one of the local play parties in the area. You know, the one where I suspend people, beat them with a sjambok, pierce them with a medkit, and generally get dangerously deviant with.

Yep.

Same party I went to last night, the one that on My way to, two boys on the subway came up to Me, said they saw My local advertisements, and wondered if I would take a picture with them.

So, delusional? No.
Unskilled? No.
Not a lifestyler? No.
Unknown locally? No.

If I deny you play, I probably have a good reason. If you inquire for a session, and then tell Me you're not going to tribute Me, I'm not going to magically stop everything to play with you just because you're hot. That's why I have personal play partners, and trust Me, they are much better looking than you, and their skill makes Me way hotter than your could ever hope to.

Rope, Swords, and Woodlands, Oh My!

I just went to take some photos out in the woods yesterday to display a couple of new toys with Ms. Leah Vicar and a very confused straight vanilla boy. He was a good sport although terrified. Here are a few highlights:

The full set can be found on My FetLife and select pics will make it on My Facebook as well as My website.

A very special thanks to the fans and visitors who have given Me the equipment featured in these pictures! You know who you are...

Testimonials and other Minutiae

Phew. I've finally finished reposting all of the main things I wanted from My now-dead Tumblr. They refuse to even answer My support e-mail. Fuckers. Anyway. I wanted to repost a couple of things as one single entry, so here it goes.

• Testimonials: all of My testimonials and reviews are archived on Facebook as well as on My Website for all to see. I didn't repost them because they can be found freely in the aforementioned places.
• Hot pics of Me with a strap-on: Sorry. You only get one. You can blame Tumblr. I don't like how the pic upload works here.

• What I want right now: I didn't repost about the things I wanted or the things I've received from appreciative visitors and fans because that's tacky. My current toys of fascination are the masturbation sleeve, as well as a new electro box and some electroconductive rubber tubing. All three can be seen on My Amazon Wishlist. Visitors who bring Me those are sure to be rewarded!
• The rude e-mail series: Sadly, I do not have those conversations any longer. So consider it a free pass. I will be restarting this series on this blog.
• My post about attending FetFest 2012: I will rewrite that and repost that eventually. I am NOT happy about having completely lost that one.
• Nick Anderson's hot short stories about Me: These can be found here, and here. Read them and follow this hot fucker.

So hopefully, things will be back and running soon. Between My Philly newspapers ads not being up and now My Tumblr crash, things have taken a bit of a blow, but I am optimistic. Ooh, and this Saturday is The Aviary! You should come meet Me if you're in the Philly area!

Sir vs. Master (repost 08/20/12)

As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to. 

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During My journey, I’ve met several types of people, and each has their own protocol and manner. Being pretty laid back (am I?), I am not extremely strict on how protocol is performed. However, there is one detail I like to emphasize.

I’ve already mentioned in My Ten Commandments that My preferred form of address is “Sir,” as opposed to “Master.” I wanted to clarify a bit on that, and why I have that requirement.

As defined by a dictionary, the first five definitions of the word are as follows:

1. a person with the ability or power to use, control, or dispose of something
2. an owner of a slave, animal, etc.
3. an employer of workers or servants.
4. the male head of a household.
5. a person eminently skilled in something, as an occupation,art, or science

I am going out on a limb, but I assume most people who desire to call Me “Master” wish to do so out of respect inspired from Definition 1. However, I interpret “Master” as being defined almost exclusively by Definition 5.

I believe that anyone My age who calls themselves “eminently skilled” might be cause for concern. In My eyes, “Master” means that there is little more to learn. It means that I consider Myself above others automatically. Now, I believe very strongly in My skills. But I am humbled by the people who I meet who are much more experienced than Myself. I call them “Master” or “Mistress,” because in My eyes, their skills are worthy of such a title. I feel that every day is a step forward in learning and growth. Therefore, as a rule, I don’t tend to like being called “Master” Myself, unless I am being addressed by someone regularly training under Me.

I am partial to “Sir” and “Boss,” depending on My mood. Both of them define respect, as opposed to superiority. And I love respect.

I’m less fond of complete doormats.

Most Epic Phone Call I've Received (repost 08/17/12)

As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to. 

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Me: Hello?

Caller: Hi, I was wondering if I could speak to Sir Brian, please?

Me: This is He.

Caller: I just saw your name in the paper, and I was just wondering if I could stick this big dick in your mouth?

Me: Oh, I'm sorry, did you miss the part in the paper that said "no sex."

Caller: Oh? Oh! I think I did.

Me: That's alright. I appreciate the time you took to call Me, but I don't offer any kind of organic sexual service, just straight up BDSM and kink.

Caller: Oh, I'm sorry. I just woke up with a stiffy and the CityPaper, and you know...

Me: No, I understand. But I do like readers.

Caller: Alright then, sorry about that. Guess I'll let you go.

Me: Have a nice day.

Caller: Yeah, thanks! You too!

Manners: They Count, or How to Cancel (repost 08/10/12)

As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to. 

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A few days ago, several boysluts lacked the balls to call to cancel their appointments with me, and have grossly wasted My time. How have I dealt with them? Simple: I have banned them from the dungeon and refuse their out-calls.

So why am I writing this? Simple. A boy made an appointment yesterday for a session this weekend. Earlier this evening, I received a message from him, profusely apologizing and telling me he was not going to be able to make it in to his session. I think he expected Me to chastise him for wasting My time.

I did not.

If anything, his dedication and politeness showed Me that he was genuine and that his apology was sincere. I thanked him for letting Me know in advance, and invited him to reschedule his session at his convenience.

As I said, I have no issue if you cancel your appointment with Me, as long as you do so in advance. Doing so shows sincerity and politeness.

One small detail: If you cancel your session with Me three times, I will ask you for a $50 non-refundable GreenDot deposit if you choose to rebook a fourth time. I can understand a single cancellation. Hell, even a second one. Things happen. But a third time makes me doubt your dedication and respect for My time.

Financial Domination (repost 09/11/12)

As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to. 

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As I recently mentioned, I’ve taken a page out of Goddess Pandora’s book, and her private profile has something written on it that struck a chord in Me. Since I’ve been recently asked about it, here are My thoughts on financial domination.

I’ve slightly modified the writing to reflect My own beliefs:

Financial domination isn’t about giving Me your extra money. It’s about going without so you can tribute to Me. It’s about putting Me first, because you appreciate Me and wish to be attentive to My needs.
You don’t make Me comfortable after you are comfortable. You make Me comfortable instead of yourself. You must go without comforts as a reminder of your service to Me. I revel in your discomfort… as much as I revel in your gifts.

This struck a chord in Me, because she explains it quite eloquently. And so, I wish to add some thoughts of what I personally believe.

Too often do I see a young, stunning Domina act like a complete bitch and hide under the veil of “financial Dominant.” A very well-known online foot Goddess revels in just that attitude. Her entire site is dedicated to insulting people, claiming She is way too fabulous to talk to any of these “losers,” and that people should pay their ugly tax, loser tax, and a whole bunch of other things for her because She’s just so great. She shows no respect to the attention given to Her.

For Me, financial domination is very simple: it has nothing to do with taking your money. I believe that financial domination is about controlling your assets, which is a different thing. You will give Me your money because you honor Me, not because I’m taking it from you. In exchange, I will manage where your expenses go to entertain Myself, and you will secondarily benefit from My pleasure.

I do not demand tribute because “I’m just so fucking fabulous.” I demand tribute because My time is My own, and I am a busy human being. Tributing Me shows that you are willing to go without in exchange for My time. It shows you are understanding that My seeing you is a time that I specifically spend with and dedicate to you, and for that, you wish to compensate and thank Me. And when you do, it does not go unnoticed.

A fictional example: A slave comes to Me for training. I’m already dedicating My time to training and teaching them, and they chooses to tribute Me in exchange. I could go two ways: I could demand extra tribute for My time, as it extends beyond session, and use said tribute freely for My wants. Or I could demand that they set it aside, and entrust My wants directly to them.

But only one of these two options establishes a full control.

What if they wishes to learn formal tea service? I surely will not entrust My personal set to a slave who may be clumsy. They must bring Me one of suitable quality to work with. How about extended chastity training? Should I have to go without My device for the likes of a boy? That would be preposterous.

On top of this, now that I am dedicating My time to them, should I have to place the additional burden or strain of having to go get the item Myself? Then they are lazy in their desires.

What if they were a boot worshipper who enjoy seeing regular images of My boots between sessions? I’m fully entitled to say “Give Me $50 a week for the privilege of talking to Me out of session, pig.”

I don’t want to do that.

I want to be able to one day down the line say “Today, I want these boots, and you are going to buy them for Me.” And then they would do so, and would have the privilege of spending time with Me and the boots.

It’s also about making yourself feel happy when you make Me happy. It’s not about Me getting things because I’m just so cool. There is power exchange.

A visitor who brings Me something is a visitor who will often see that something used to My pleasure. And if My pleasure is their pleasure… why would they deny themselves?

Should a financially dominated submissive pay for My electricity bill if I demand it from them? Here’s the thing. I wouldn’t demand it from them. Of their own accord, they should want to simplify and improve My life.

When I force them… it is extortion.

My Ten Commandments (repost 07/09/12)

As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to.

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These are My Ten Commandments if you wish to come see Me. I had been toying around with the idea of writing My own list of rules and requirements for sessions so that everyone could see. Most are simple and common sense, but it seems that people are idiots. Failure to abide by these rules will result in the incursion of My wrath. Repeated transgressions will result in My throwing you out of the dungeon.

1. Honesty: You MUST tell the truth at all times, even if you can not or will not follow a direct order. Even if I will “never know that you are lying.” First of all, I will know. Second of all, trust can not be based on lies, and will never be fulfilling if it is. I am not a part of your outside world. I am part of your inner world, and I demand absolute honesty and truthfulness from you. What you say remains with Me.
2. Obedience: I am in charge and that means you must follow My orders. A servant’s heart means that My will is more important than your own and My pleasure comes before your own. Does it hurt? The answer is not important. Are you obeying Me? That is the question you should ask yourself.
3. Respect: I am Sir Brian. Never dude, man, bud, etc. Never fail to address Me properly before speaking to Me or at the beginning of a communication. My preferred form of address is “Sir,” and I reserve “Master” exclusively for those who train under Me, and then, it is still their choice whether to call Me “Sir” or “Master.” You will answer questions clearly, maintain proper posture, and ask permission to speak.
4. Gratitude: Always say thank you. If I punish you, thank Me. If I reward you, thank Me. If I speak to you, thank Me. You are thankful for everything that I give to you and everything that I take from you. Show it.
5. Control: If I see you more than once, we will establish rituals and individual rules for you. They may include what you can wear, how and when you contact Me, or even tasks outside of your time with Me.
6. Chastity: I am a professional Dominant, as well as a lifestyler. My lifestyle choices are My own. I prefer to keep My submissives in chastity during their time with Me, but I understand some things are limits for everyone. I still expect chastity from you. I will never “get you off” or tolerate your open sexual desire for Me. You are not to fantasize about Me, unless it be to realize what you will never be worthy to have.
7. Worship: To you, I am a god. That means I expect to be worshiped. How do you worship Me? You praise Me, you obey Me, you learn how to please Me, you follow and don’t try to lead, you communicate with Me, you tribute Me, you are humble, loyal, dedicated, and respectful.
8. Loyalty: I expect you to communicate fully openly with Me. Tell Me what is going on in your life, who you are meeting, and what you feel. Have no secrets. Do not hide things from Me you think I do not wish to hear. “Thou shall have no other gods before Me,” I think is the phrase I am looking for. And as such, I wish to know everything there is to know about you.
9. Attentiveness: Your attentiveness will show you are worthy. This spans a lot of things, from knowing this list of rules and be able to recite them, to knowing how I like My coffee (handed to Me… not I’m not joking, but for reference, I like it with 2-3 sugar substitutes and cream) to having proper spelling, grammar, and sentence if you communicate with Me through writing. Unintentional occasional mild spelling errors will likely be overlooked, but I won’t have written communication with someone who cannot string a sentence together, is functionally illiterate, gives one-word answers, or seems unable of having an intelligent thought process.
10. Release: If I am regularly training you, and you wish to be released, you will ask respectfully to be released. You will understand that as long as you are under My control, you give up your right to decide to just walk away. If I determine that the problem can not be sufficiently resolved, I will allow your release. However, a good faith effort will be required from you. A two-week “trial separation” period in which you are making the effort to stick it out must take place before it. During this time you must consider why you want to be released, and prepare Me a two-page writing telling Me these reasons. If at the end of two weeks, you are still certain, come in for a final session, hand Me your writing, and you will have your release.

Why Porn is Destroying Professional Domination (repost 06/03/12)

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My Original Blog Got Shut Down... But I'm Back, Fuck You!

Apparently, My Tumblr, Wicked Wanderlust, was shut down due to a post. And so, the first post I am doing on here will be the exact post that got Me shut down. I have accepted an online public exposure session, and part of that exposure was to be done directly on My blog. I have a contract that is available right here for download, releasing the copyright of those pictures and the information that goes with them. Tumblr, apparently not realizing that this was completely consensual, decided it was time to shut Me down on the basis of harassment and privacy exposure. To which I replied:

YES. THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT. HE CONSENTED TO IT.

 So right now I'm here on BlogSpot, a server I do not like whatsoever. Like a lot of Google things, it's too simple. But I also support Google when it comes to freedom of speech and the right to do whatever we wish when we have clear consent. So I am reposting the exact thing that Tumblr didn't like. Please note that I do not condone the harassment of this individual by others. I'm merely doing it Myself. His identifiers can be found on My Page o' Shame. So show some support for this filthy fucker, and repost this little cocksucking faggot across the web please. Thanks!

As far as this blog, I will keep it running until I either get My Tumblr back or move to a new server. If I like it, I will stay here. I will be speed reposting all of the posts I have backups for, but sadly, most of it is completely lost.

Fuck those Tumblr assholes.