As My demo, I used the lovely and lithe Katts who was a wonderful sport, even when I teased him a bit. He did very good, and I am quite proud of him. We also discussed video work together and both him and his girlfriend seemed game, so keep your eye out for some hot clips featuring a lot of beating mixed with a good bit of this:
I'm such a horrible tease. And I'm going to fuck that beautiful skinny straight boy up. Look, doesn't My collar already look perfect on him?
By the way, if you've not gone either to the First Friday demo or the rope class, you are missing out. In fact, since Kink Shoppe is not too far from Me, I'm often there just hanging out and playing with Myself a good deal. I mean, BY Myself, excuse Me. In fact, I recently did a little compilation on YouTube of different people's Vine videos which I found and put together.
As you can see, you've been missing a lot of things.
Just last night, I went to the Bike Stop, where a gentleman was celebrating his 31st birthday. Because I always have My toys with Me when I go out, I gave him a sound birthday beating. However, I went past thirty-one, because the little painslut was really loving it. After 45, I realized that another few hits might have been more than he bargained for in the morning, so I did stop. I did have a great amount of fun though, and was complimented by a few nice gentlemen on My lovely form.
It did remind Me of something that I have mentioned repeatedly, although most FetLifers know this already: if I have not felt it first, I do not dish it. I will always bottom at least once to what I top with.In fact, on very rare occasions, when things aren't going very well for Me in the great turmoil that is My brainmeats, I will seek peace and quietude by taking pain, usually in an unusual situation or setting. This is exactly what I did on Thursday at Asylum 13, when I suspended Myself upside down and blindfolded, and let Gabriel Drax, organizer and grand pasha of flogging, beat Me with his particularly nasty dragontail. The results, as can be seen on the left, were harsh (at least for Me, who does not enjoy pain per se). But what was nice was the bit of mental peace that followed. See? This is exactly what happens when you don't follow Me around: I get half naked and writhe about like sandtrout, and you have no clue until it's too late. Oh well.
So what has My brainmeats in turmoil? A couple things. First, the computer I have been using since My own computer exploded is going back to its rightful owner. I have been using it for four months now, and it has served Me very well, but all good things must come to an end.
I do own two other computers, so I will still be posting, booking sessions, and making Myself available regularly to answer questions and fill the internet with My babble, but that is not the issue:
The camera I use to film My Carnaval Décadent videos, a Sony HVR-A1U, is not compatible with any of My current computers. Additionally, newer Macs (I edit using Final Cut Pro X and Adobe AfterEffects) do not have a proper 6-conductor Firewire alpha port to transfer My footage. To top it off, adapter cables do not work with this precise camera model. So I either need a new solid-state camera, or a Mac that still has 6-conductor alpha ports (which, if I am correct, are pre-2010). I'm not in a position right now to purchase either of those things, because quite frankly, bills need to be paid.
In short, it looks like My fetish pornography empire is not going to be as prolific as I thought. It's always one step forward and two steps back. I'm getting really fucking sick of all this bullshit which interrupts My groove.
Let's also add to that issue the fact that some pretty pernicious rumors have been started about Me, which are causing Me strife and calling My morality and motives in question. So I'll speak to two people right now publicly:
To Individual Number One: If someone claims I said something, the correct action to do is to directly come to Me an confront Me like an adult. I have no interest in lying to anyone, as that take away from My well-known neutrality. It's what I have based My entire reputation on, so trust, it's not going to shift any time soon. Also, I have quite the way with words, and those who have taken even five minutes of their lives to know Me can easily distinguish things I say from things others claim I say. I also have no interest in shitting where I eat, by the way.
This next bit is to Individual Number Two, and had no bearing on what I said to Number One: If you decide that you are going to be a negative force trying to destroy Me (either because you do not like Me or are jealous of Me), be assured that I will find you. And I will ruin every bit of your life. Your very name will be a synonym for distrust, unfaithfulness, and damage; and I will make it My personal pleasure to make sure that your very existence as an agent of anything good is destroyed, even across oceans. And if you don't think that can happen, try Me, bitch.
Yelan abo taareesak to a good portion of the scene, by the way. Before speaking, be sure that My eyes and ears are not around. It's the least you can do before digging your own grave.
I had a lovely chat with Goddess Cleo earlier today, and while I stated I did not wish to return to England just yet, I'm now really considering it: I miss London a great deal. Now that was a place where people were honest and upfront, and where social standing was based purely on skill and knowledge, not who you rub elbows with or gossip about.
Now if you will excuse Me, I have a party to get ready for and attend.
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