A Night on a Piss Pig: A Public Humiliation and Financial Session

We had talked briefly through a few texts. His name was Steven, and he was a thick, rugged-looking businessman from Atlanta. In fact, he had told Me he played rugby when I instructed him to show up wearing a jockstrap under his suit. I had opted for leather: knee-high boots, jeans, a vest, cap, and a pair of biker gloves.

He arrived a tad late, something I had expected, as he has stopped to pick Me up a cigar at a local shop, and walked from there. We sat and briefly introduced ourselves properly. He handed Me a bag containing not one, but five cigars. Having paid attention to our conversation, three of them were Acid Blondies. I knew we were going to have a good start.

I ordered him to get Me a drink, and we shared some small talk. I looked at him. He was rather comical, in his suit, looking out of place. He was a big guy, had an eager face, and was polite. One thing I noted very quickly is that he couldn't tie a tie. Now, I am a bit of a stickler for that kind of thing, so I removed it and set it aside. He would learn later, but I certainly would not be seen with him wearing it the way he had it.

It was time to step outside. He set his beer to the side, and we proceeded to the alley. I sat on a step, with this quiet, eager man next to Me. I clipped and lit the cigar Myself (he had no experience), and his hands flew up in a bowl shape, ready to catch My ash. I smoked for a while, thinking, using My newfound ashtray. I dipped My fingers in the ash and brought them to his mouth, and without missing a beat, he eagerly sucked them clean. Oh, things were going to be fun tonight.

We headed back into the bar, and he went upstairs with Me. I asked him to fetch another drink, while I waited. He headed down the stairs to do so, and I noticed something on the table. That chubby moron has left his phone and wallet on the table. Personally, I was always told not to leave My things lying around, or they would be gone. So with a quick hand, I slipped both of these newfound treasures in My pocket. I knew that the wallet contained both his cards and hotel keys, and that the phone was the one issued by his job. He would need those back.

He came back with the beers, and a brief puzzled look upon noticing the disappearance of his valuables. He said nothing, so I told him very clearly that I had them. I offered he keep Me entertained to earn his things back, and started by making him take off his shirt and coat. He was fat and pale, and I couldn't imagine he'd be good at much (after all, if you're stupid enough to leave your things about, you're probably a grade A moron). Because trash belongs on the ground, I ordered him onto it. He would not get to sit in a chair for the rest of the evening.

I put My boot up to his face. "Lick it." I tell him. He tentatively sticks his tongue out, and begins running it across My leathers. "Make sure you get the treads." I specify.

He works them for a short while, but I quickly stop him. I grab his face in My hands and let him know I mean business, in My usual polite manner: "Look... I understand that you're not good for much... however, if you really want to get your things back, I suggest you make sure I can feel your tongue through the boot." I give his head a little encouraging push.

With My guidance, he does much better, and in the space of some ten minutes, My boots look shiny again. Apparently, he seemed to do OK as a bootlicker... but I hadn't really started. A few minutes later, as he sat at My feet, ideas came to My head as I pulled out My clamps and clips box.

"We're going to play a little game, you and I," I tell him, pulling out a pair of clover clams. "The object is simple: I'm going to put these clamps on your nipples. All you need to do, is keep them on for ten minutes. You do, and you get your phone back. You don't, and there will be... consequences." Without really waiting for his agreement, I put the clamps on his nipples, and order him to return to My boots. By this time, a few folks from the bar were looking on with interest.

I was surprised that a big boy like him could take the nipple pain, but six minutes had passed. From experience, the bigger boys tend to fall harder, but he was holding on pretty well. I smiled. I don't tend to lose. I reached in My box for a couple of weights and I added them to the chain. I toyed with them, pulling them, twisting them, playing with them... until he faltered and begged for them off, a mere minute from the end.

The first bout of consequences wasn't too bad. I announced I'd empty his wallet of physical cash, as well as write that he was a weakling on his body in Sharpie. At the last moment, I grabbed his nipples and began squeezing them, telling him I'd let go in exchange for the first digit of his PIN number. He didn't want to, but in less than a minute the pain was unbearable, and he gave Me the number.

I made him strip out of his pants to his jockstrap (which was a silly orange color) and led him downstairs, where he fetched Me another drink. As I sat on a high seat, and he sat on the floor, My boots rested on him as I downed the beer he brought. I enjoyed My new near-naked footrest, and grinding My boots into him was quite a relaxing activity, and I pulled out My Sharpie for some more exercise.

By this point, the main floor of the bar had filled up. More than a few people were looking on in interest, a few of them whispering among themselves, laughing at the chubby businessmen lying below My booted feet. I noticed one or two snap a couple of discreet pictures. He must have looked pretty ridiculous on the floor, in his tiny underwear, his body adorned with "Sissy" and "Whore." I decorated him with a few more slurs on his body and dragged him outside for another cigar. Outside, he serves as My ashtray again. The bar is in a side-street, yet still close enough to a well traveled avenue in the middle of Center City. It was well into the evening, and quite a few folks passed by, looking at the half naked man outside the bar, flesh written on, taking ash into his hands. I grinned and slapped some ash into his face, and ashed into his mouth.

Back inside, I paraded My prey around a little bit. A few of My friends had come to the bar, and were delighted by his appearance. I even suggested they go ahead and decorate him a little bit, as there was a LOT of room available. And I mean a LOT. And so they did.

On My end, I felt that the few drinks I had consumed were passing through Me, so when they were done, I grabbed the pig and dragged him into the bathroom, where I made him kneel near the urinal to watch Me piss. He looked so eager... I sent him out and grabbed a glass, in which I finished My business. Upon coming out, it seemed as though I had a full pint of beer. But I knew better.

He sat on the floor near our spot, holding it. Two guys next to him were pointing and laughing, so I walked over and offered they go on and do a little writing themselves! One of them laughed as he penned "Meaty" on one ass cheek, while the other drew and arrow on his ass with instructions to "Try Me." Back in our seat after they were done, I present the glass to him. Another little game: "Drink this within three minutes. All of it. Fail, and I'll have to get the next number from you." I wasn't even ten seconds done that he began chugging My piss like if it was the most delicious refreshment available. He finished the entire pint in 45 seconds, smiled at Me, and gave Me the second number.

I have to say, I was surprised. I knew he was a pig, but that was straight up hungry piss slut behavior. I felt that he was almost throwing Me a challenge, which I wasn't expecting. I smacked his stupid face and gave him a few kicks, and he yelped out the third number to stop Me. What a wuss! I know second-graders who are harder to bully.

The night was coming to a close, but was punctuated by My friend Maso, an incredibly attractive and hung pup, who brought Me a bottle filled with his own piss. I was quite delighted by all this: I had hoped a few of My yellow-flagging friends were going to show up for the evening, and was convinced none had come through. Watching him down that bottle like he couldn't get enough was very entertaining. If only I had thought to organize a group party... As Maso walked away, I slipped him the pig's car key, telling him to hold on to them for a bit.

Another drink later, it was time to go. I was running out of writing space on his body, and was growing tired. So I told him that if he wanted to go, all he had to do was give Me the final number of his PIN. In an almost inaudible murmur, he told. Triumphant, I walked Myself to the ATM in the bar, directly in front of him, and slid the card I have taken from him into the machine. It's so easy to do, punching in his PIN, taking a look at the different sums available. I knew I could have emptied it, and looking back on it, perhaps I should have. But I had been mildly entertained for the evening, and figured that the next day should be spent only with a little shopping and self pampering (hangovers and all that), so I withdrew a mere $100 from his checking account and tossed him back his card and clothes. I still had his wallet and phone in My pocket, and although it was late (much later than anticipated, in fact), I wasn't done.

We begin to head out to his car (of course he was going to drive Me home... he wants his things back, right?), and a few steps from the bar, I tell him that Maso has his keys. I order him to go in there, thank him, and beg for them back (I really should have specified he do it on his knees in the middle of the bar, but hindsight is always 20/20). I few minutes later, he returns, keys in hand.

We drive back to My neighborhood, making small talk on the way. I tell him that he will be accompanying Me to My home, but that I will not be letting him in. However, he can enjoy My company outside in the yard as I have another smoke. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, we arrive back to My neighborhood, and I lead him to a covered yard. I am now quite tired and not so much in the mood for a smoke anymore, but I desperately need to piss. I order him to remove all his clothes and kneel before Me. He is worried, and his eyes dart to the street, only a couple of yards down. This might as well be completely out in the open, and he hesitates. I remind him that he needs his things if he wants to return to Atlanta in the morning.

Still worried, he complies and kneels before Me, naked. I flash a smile as I start pissing: all over his face, on his chest, and his his open mouth. He is moaning, and jerking his tiny dick as I empty My bladder all over him. With a final moan, he cums just as I finish, and in a moment, My cock is back in My pants and he is sitting on the floor, naked, spent, and covered in piss. I laugh at how pathetic he looks and take a couple of pictures for posterity:

I throw his wallet back at him and tell him to piss off (#pun). He gathers his clothes and puts them back on, and realizes he's missing something. He looks up to see Me taking a look at his phone. It's a nice piece. The kind you can't get without a deposit... so I tell him just that and motion for him to follow Me. A few blocks down, I point at a local Chinese restaurant with an ATM in it and tell him to go in and withdraw $50 as a fine for leaving his phone around. He hesitates.

"Is there a problem?" I ask.

"Do I have a choice?" he replies.

I shake My head and smile. He walks in there, reeking, his shirt damp from My piss. Moments later, he returns, shoulders slumped, and money in his hand. He gingerly hands the cash to Me and I give him back his phone. I send him on his way and finally walk back to My own home.

Tomorrow, I'm going to dine on that pig's dime, and smoke his cigars. How kind of him to take Me out on a night on the town, and make sure My hangover is well taken care of the next day. Heh heh heh.

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My August schedule is can be found here.

Aviary is this Saturday.
AndroShare is next Monday.

A New Year

I wanted to post. I really did.

December got the best of Me. Between the weather affecting My moods and getting busy with both work and personal matters, I managed to go through most of the past two months without posting. Instead of ranting about what happened while I was not posting, let us focus on the future! I am hoping for a lot of positive changes this year, in many aspects of My life. 2014 will be a time for Me to take care of My body and mind, as well as a time to grow and expand in the scene. I am planning more appearances, more outreach, more art... just "more" in general! Last year was plagued with a lot of personal strife, and this year is to be one of liberation. I enter it head on, with a loyal submissive at My right, and amazing friends at My left.

Now, the first order of business: I had mentioned I was going to be posting up some of the things I have received during birthday and holiday season. I have already done so on a couple of other networks, but missed it here. Doing so gives Me a chance to acknowledge the gesture publicly and to thank the lovely person who has given it to Me.

Not all is pictured (the gift brat, for example, came with a penis gun and a strawberry daiquiri candied cock). Asylum 13 gave Me a kick-ass blowgun, which I would love to wield when it's not tits cold. From what I understand, an awesome friend from London has sent Me some of My favorite bath products, and a dirty, filthy whorepig from the bowels of Philadelphia has sent Me a couple of surprise toys... Thank you to Lydia, Kobal, Rose, and everyone else who thought of Me this holiday season through gifts or means to them! To those of you who missed your chance, My Amazon Wishlist is still full of other exciting things you can take a gander at and send to show your appreciation. I am particularly fond of clothes and unique toys. So take a look!

Next order of business is related to unique toys: I have a new obsession. Have you seen Aliens? More specifically this scene? I'm a big fan of science fiction, particularly the Dune, Alien, and Rama series. And I like to do horrifying and perverted things to folks. So why not combine?! Dear reader, I present you with the Splorch, a fully functional, alien ovipositor dildo:

This fucking amazing invention is made out of 100% silicone by the folks at Primal Harwere. It comes with a mold to make your own chicken-egg sized gelatin eggs. Intended for all of those alien impregnation fetishists and assorted strangelings. And guess what? THAT IS ME. I must absolutely have one of these things. A little voice in My head tells Me this is a very good idea. I must absolutely obtain this thing. I am making it a personal goal. I've mentioned it on social networks and such, and now am doing so here. I already have a willing host, who will gladly volunteer his ass as a breeding ground for My alien brethren.

 

And My, what a sweet host he will make. So how do you, dear reader, fit into this plan? It's very simple. I want a Splorch, specifically in the Blackhole color (that's really not negotiable). At $120, it's an awsome thing, and I absolutely must have it. The person who gets Me this will receive a custom 20+ minutes video of Me using it on My first host.

Yep, that's the sweet body you see above. I have completely gotten into this idea, am designing My own alien race, and will soon release a video on YouTube, featuring a bit of roleplay... In fact, I have already released a test video somewhere. Can you find it?

Final order of business: The Aviary has moved to a new location! With time, we have grown into a great monthly event, and simply outgrew our prior location at the Arts Garage. Still on the second Saturday of every month at 9 PM, the Aviary is now at the William Way Center, located at 1315 Spruce Street. This location is now conveniently located in a beautiful space with more room, more equipment, and more awesome. YAY! This month's was a fantastic success. I am certain that February's, which will take place on the 8th, will be even greater. So you should come.

So things seem to be coming together this year... be on the lookout for several updates everywhere. I had a hot ass session yesterday with a real good butt boy. I do hope to hear from him soon, as his champion hole was able to take a good 10 inches of black cock, and was hungry for more! When he returns, I will snap a couple of pictures of that impressive ass and come back to share them. It will be fun, I promise.

CBT Nightmare, Double Trouble, Festival Wishes, and Item Sale!

I have been ridiculously busy these days, which I suppose is a good thing. I had a wonderful visitor last week who brought Me much joy and pleasure! I had been meaning to write up some of My session, but there is no rest for the wicked. However, here are some pretty intense and NSFW pictures of his pained cock. He was a handsome, Sean Penn-looking fellow who made some pretty interesting sounds... since I took pictures, I also had a chance to take a brief video!

 

Yes, that's blood on his balls. Whoopsy tootsy! Bah, he had a lot of fun, I'm sure. Actually, he did mention the next day that it was a great time. I do hope I get to see him again. The little whimpers of pain were incredibly entertaining, and I would enjoy hearing them again. And of course, since he doesn't mind pictures being taken, I'm always game for that as well.

Asylum 13 is, as always, a blast every Thursday. Last one saw a pretty awesome double inverted suspension by Me, which I managed to capture on My phone and upload to YouTube. Seriously, folks, there is nothing better to do every Thursday night in DE. Come and fly with Me!

My video shooting is delayed, as always. I am full of plans, but not so much action. This is because of all of the changes happening around Me and in My own life. Chances are, return to fully operational status will not occur for at least another three to six months.

I am, however, ecstatic to announce that I will be attending The Floating World this year, where I will be vending for Echo's Fire for the entire weekend. Since the vending stations are not open during the evenings of the event, I will have full availability for sessions, microclasses, and just for discussions. As of right now, I have not been booked, and have not made any private plans. If you are signed up to go to this event this year, be sure to seek Me out and have a chat with Me! I will be bringing My usual arsenal of rope, needles, knives, and more

Due to My psychotic previous roommate having effectively swindled Me for almost a grand, I will not be attending FetFest 2013. I have gone to FetFest the past two years, since it began, and I am extremely sad that I will not be able to be there this year. The moronic asscunt I lived with made sure of that. However, being bitter is not going to really get Me far. I have until August 24th to register. Most likely, I will not be doing so. However, if you want a great chance to spend and entire weekend, day and night, in masochistic ecstasy with Me, and you would consider purchasing an additional weekend pass, get in touch with Me. I will screen you for suitability, and should I find you to My liking, will spend the weekend with you in exchange for a ticket and event T-shirt (I have one from both past festivals, and intend on having one every year I go).

Finally, I am getting rid of a few of My things, and replacing them with items I have a greater need for. The main item I would like to offload is a plain black men's corset, size 32. Since I have lost some weight since purchasing it, I no longer need it, and would like to pass it on to anyone who may want to buy it off Me. It's a high quality piece, and has been worn less than 20 times in the past year and a half. If you are interested, feel free to e-mail Me. I will also be putting it up on the local Philadelphia barter boards. I am asking for either $75 in cash, or BDSM toy barter. Make an offer! You never know what I will take in exchange. A good way to see what I'm seeking in terms of barter is to look at My Amazon Wishlist by item priority.

I will also be selling a complete black CB-6000 set with extra rings and plastic locks, probably for $75 as well. This set will be cleaned with surgical grade cleaner and inventoried before being sold, but interested parties are welcome to inquire about it.

I am sure I had more to post up, but I'm spending the day with the boy Stitch, and he's working My nerves a good deal, because he wants a beating... so until I do that, I'm not going to be getting much done.

The Part You Throw Away

Apologies to those of you who have been worried. My life has gone completely upside down in the past week or so.

I pondered how to write something that would be clear, concise, and express exactly what I feel while protecting Me and Mine. I have not come up with a proper way of doing so.

In the past week, I have been physically assaulted as well as extorted  for over $1700 by My psychotic ex-roommate. Now, fairly, I did owe him some $850. However, the OTHER $850 come from the inability of this individual to take no for an answer.

I admit it, I stuck My dick in crazy. Funny, isn't it? I champion not sticking your dick in psychos, yet that is exactly what I did. And when I told psycho that I was not interested in him in a romantic sense, that's when shit started going down.

It all started with a phone call last Saturday, when attending a private event. Truly, the discomfort had started earlier in the week, but that's when I was faced with an ultimatum. One that I was fine with, but that forced Me to put a deadline down on monies owed. I was confident that I could come to an agreement with this crazy motherfucker. Turns out that when things got physical between us and he threatened My livelihood, as well as the life of one of My play partners and My One, I knew I had to leave, even if I didn't have an immediate place to go.

And that´s what I did. The entire situation was not only becoming psychologically and physically dangerous, but was simply getting worse by the second. I left without knowing where I would sleep that night. So right now, I am in an extremely twisted situation. I am still taking sessions, although not same-day appointments until further notice. Additionally, I will not be updating this blog or My profiles much in the next couple of weeks, perhaps even a month. I have given My website an update, including the events I will be attending, as well as My seasonal specials, but that will likely be how it remains for the rest of the month.

I will be doing bondage demos all day on July 6th, during Old City District's Inside Out. Come enjoy yourself throughout the day, and then join Me at 4:30 PM for a mini workshop: Bedroom Rope: Bondage for Sex. I will also be be joined by Echo, of EchosFire.com, who will be doing fire massage demonstrations. He will also be running his own workshop, "Art of the Fire Massage" at 7 PM.

Be sure to stop by and make Me smile, I need it.

Here are a few pointers to close things off:

1.) Don't stick your dick in crazy, much less codependent, drug-addicted crazy.
2.) When offered things of any sort, refuse them. Before you know it, you're running a tab you were unaware of.
3.) Don't stick your dick in crazy.
4.) Remember Micah 7:5 - Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a guide: keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom.
5.) Don't stick your dick in crazy.
6.) Never forget when your loved ones are threatened. When they are, keep that close to your heart, even if your vengeance takes years to exact. Nobody touches what is Mine and gets away with it. Not for long, anyway. Tee hee!
7.) Don´t stick your dick in crazy.
8.) When the person you live with calls you an amoral sociopathic heathen, it's time to go. If they've told you that they are sending friends to drive-by your home every hour, you are too late.
9.) Don't stick your dick in crazy!!

And because no post is complete without at least a pretty picture, here is one of a recent Asylum 13. The handsome young man on the right is Echo, in fact. As of late, he's been coming to events with Me and offering his service (since I'm usually running around like a headless chicken). If you see us out together, be sure to chat him up about his excellent fire massage services! Seriously, the fellow is talented.

PS: Regarding My situation, anyone who asks Me face to face will be provided with full description and stats if they wish, to avoid the crazy fucker I just left. Trust Me, it's way easier to fall for his bullshit than you'd think. I'm the second person he's done this to in the past couple months. The first had to file a police report, and from what I understand, still does not have her property back.

Computer 'Splody... Let's Answer Some Questions!

So the laptop is going through it's last few days. My One got a great deal on a brand new Acer, but it didn't agree with our install of Windows 8 (according to the interwebs, the issue was one of those one in an million deal, so of course the Universe wants Me to have the experience). Reverting back to Windows 7 terrified the poor piece of hardware, and it completely forgot it's wifi drivers. My One in the process of trying to get it back in working order, while the old computer threatens to bring down Armageddon upon our home. However, I am finally accessing a computer and doing all the things I have been neglecting.

I have done some major updating to My website and pages, adjusting and clarifying information. Hopefully, in a few days, I will be back on track with a computer that connects to the internet and doesn't trigger nuclear fallout. Meanwhile, here are some news, as well as some paragraphs addressing a lot of questions that I have received lately:

I recently had two wonderful evenings at The Bike Stop, Philadelphia's only gay leather bar. My first evening was an absolute delight, spent with a gentleman we will call Nast. Nast has been a good gentleman and friend, and he came down to Philadelphia from upstate New York for a temporary exhibit he missed back home. We has some very stimulating conversation, and as usual, when you leave Me too long with My toys, I got a bit publicly bondagy. For some reason, I don't think he minded... I know I didn't!

Then, just this Saturday, I stopped in for the Liberty Bears social and Excelsior NYC night. The place was packed, and I met a whole bunch of fascinating wonderful people. I also got to smack a couple of cute boys around, so I'm not complaining. :-) The evening was finished off at the Broad Street Diner with pup Wolfy and boy Josh, where we unexpectedly ran into MORE kinksters! I was pretty surprised. Kink is taking over Philadelphia!

I mention this because so many people have said they were never sure how to approach Me through phone or e-mail. This is one of the main reasons that I am out and about at so many events and places around town: it's a fantastic way to meet Me and ask Me any questions you may have. Pick My brain! As long as you are generally polite, I can always talk! In fact, let Me remind you of My regular public availability:

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Every Thursday, I am at Asylum 13, Delaware's only kinky industrial night (quite frankly, I don't know of any other local kinky industrial nights, so it's pretty fucking special!). I am usually found in the middle of the dance floor, rigging up beautiful half-naked beauties through the air (the photo above is of Arwen, our gorgeous regular flyer!). Since this is My big rope night, I do not have vast amounts of social time or time to play, however, if you catch Me between flights, I always have a few minutes to talk. And you never know if I have time for... anything else, so give it a go! If you enjoy interesting haircuts, wild industrial and metal, and sexy kinky fun, this is definitely the place for you! And only twenty minutes from Philly, so definitely worth it! Mojo 13 is located at 1706 Philadelphia Pike in Wilmington, Delaware (19809), and the night goes from 9 PM to 1 AM, and it's some of the best drink specials in the area as well!

Every second Saturday of the month, I am at The Aviary, Philadelphia's best public BDSM play party! Once a month, kinksters take over the Arts Garage (1533 Ridge Ave, Philadelphia, PA 19130) for some ontological deconstruction. This is a relaxed and fun event, focused on socializing and playing as opposed to dancing and music. Both upstairs rooms are filled with kinky furniture to appease every fantasy! Come as you are or dress in your finest leather, The Aviary is extremely friendly, the chilled out atmosphere being perfect for the newcomer. The cover is $20 per person. I do work a short early shift as Dungeon Monitor and I do tend to run around quite a bit during this time, but as soon as I am done, I am ready to play (and usually have at least one brief scene)! Not sure if you'd like to see Me or just want to talk? Just approach Me!

Please remember that these are public social events, and as such, are not sex-positive. They are also not hook-up clubs full of loose-moraled people just waiting to spank you and fuck you. I have had no problem throwing out individuals from public events before, and I have no problem doing it again if I deem that you have come with nefarious intentions.

If you wish to reserve some time specifically for guaranteed public play with Me, I suggest you let Me know at least a few days in advance. You will be expected to attend the party and serve Me in a submissive capacity for the evening (fetch Me drinks, carry My supplies, give Me a massage should I need it, etc.). Serving Me is not a hard task, and if I am pleased with your service, I will reward you with a scene within your interests. A great way to get your feet wet!

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I'd like to make note of something that happened at Asylum 13. I am known for My dry, barren humor and My very unfazed attitude. However, last Thursday, I was very impressed when a very good looking young man approached Me for a chat. Although he has a name he prefers, until he confirms it with Me, I shall call him Eru. As it turns out, we seemed to have similar interests on the sadist/masochist scale of things. We decided to maybe try a little play: I always like beating cute boys! Because I was rigging all night and (as I said before) had little time to play, we delayed everything to the very end of the night. My friends, the next 20 minutes I spend beating the living Hell out of his were positively magical. It is a rare thing when a masochist tires Me out or surprises Me. I don't consider Myself king of all Sadists, but I'm not a stranger to My partners hitting "Yellow," and quite frankly, I know most of My partners' limits. I was amazed to see that Eru did not seem to have many, when it came to pain. The picture you see to your right is his back after some 20 minutes of crop and dressage whip. And My arm was a little tired. A brave boy. I was proud of him, even though we had only met less than a couple of hours before. Good pain sluts do gain respect with Me. After our scene, we had a brief chat. As it turns out, Eru is an ex-kinkster trying to get back into the lifestyle, and also an ex-pornstar. And he's looking to return to erotic films from the kink point of view. We are in early stages of discussion, but be sure to keep an eye out! It seems Eru may be joining Me on some hot clips for My Clips4Sale studio (which I have been delaying the opening to for a while, I realize... get over yourself and wait)!

While on the subject, I'd like to remind all potential visitors and fans that I am constantly looking for new faces and hot new sessions for My budding media empire (videos, erotic photos, and artistic shots). If you find that My demanded tribute is steep, I do urge you to consider asking Me about participating in My videos. If you assist Me, I will happily lower or even waive My demands. Not model material but still want to play? Still finding it a struggle? I am not only looking for subs, you know! Do you have a sexy location I can use? Are you a photographer or videographer looking for some experience and a close up intimate look at BDSM? You can still serve a purpose! So contact Me, and I am sure we will find some mutually beneficial agreement...

I would also like to remind potential visitors that My tribute tends to drop if you do some of My shopping for Me. Collected tributes go to the upkeep of My wardrobe, the maintenance of My dungeon space, and the fresh stock of My toys and supplies. However, running around and setting apart the time for the items that I need is a boring and tedious task for Me, and I would rather be doing 10,000 other things. So how can you simplify My life, and in doing so enrich your own? Take a look at My Amazon Wishlist. On it are tons of items that I have My eye on. Surely, some of them are simply vanity things that would please Me greatly, but if you sort them by priority, you will find that there are some items that I need, stat. Getting some of those items for Me would please Me immensely, and would likely have Me look favorably upon you. The lucky sub who brings Me or sends Me both the COLT and the Trinity Vibes anal training sets (a total of six plugs) might not only be rewarded by getting to break them in, but will find that My demands for their tribute have been generously halved for their session! That seems to be a fine arrangement, don't you agree?

A note about third-party involvements during sessions: a few of the requests I receive may benefit involvement from a third, actively sexual party. Personally, I prefer My sessions to not be split that way, but it is sometimes the best way to go! I know a sissy fag cocksucker or two who are ready to graduate from practice cock to the real man-meat. They might have been champions at sucking and getting fucked by Big Red, one of the popular strap-ons of the Chamber a couple times. Should I feel satisfied that their bedside skill will not be an embarrassment (only the best behaved and diligent boys get the privilege of servicing My friends), I may consider putting them to the test. However, I'm sure that My horny friends have better to do than to get sucked off by an amateur, and I like to keep My perfect image. Impress Me in your training sessions, and I will think about it. Although third-party involvement is at My choice and discretion, and although My tribute stay the same if I do chose to test-run a submissive slut, I strongly suggest that you show your appreciation if it happens: Tipping is not a city in China. This is not as much for Myself as it is for My guests, who may have dropped in for a brief five minutes originally and ended up staying an hour, willing to give you a chance. Should one find you worthy of letting you near Him or Her, demonstrate that you value Their time like you do with Me. It will be noted (by both Them and I), and you may be rewarded.

Finally, I'd also like to remind visitors and fans that I am available for more than just one-on-one sessions. I also do enjoy sessions with sub/sub couples or friends. I also always find co-topping someone's lover with them to be extremely enjoyable. If I am not doing a session, I am also available to teach and train single and/or partnered individuals in the finer arts of BDSM, free of standard protocols. Since My tribute is mostly geared at compensating My valuable time and fine skills, it does not increase if I am playing with a couple (or even a trio, mmmh...). Finally, if neither a session nor training is what you seek, I am also an alt-sex consultant and advisor, and offer those services as well at excellent rates, again free of protocol. I, of course, will protect your confidentiality. Sometimes, you don't need to be bound in a sleepsack with a fucksaw raping your hole. Sometime... you just need a person to talk to.

Remember how pup Loki was distracting Me during My last post? He succeeded quite admirably: I completely forgot to mention that fellow blogger Boots LS (who I wrote about some time ago when I read a wonderful story about boot worship he authored) wrote a wonderful piece inspired by Me called Bastinado Bondage. It's sexy and delicious, and involves some of My favorite things: inverted suspension, falaqa punishment, and wax. You should definitely check it out and let him know you liked it!

On a completely different endnote, I scrapped the videos of Asylum 13 that I was going to upload independently, and chose to put several of My suspensions together in a single video... since I get new footage every week, I may keep doing it this way to avoid overcrowding My channel. So here is the first video of multiple suspension. You know how you could see this live, right? That's right, attend Asylum 13, which I mentioned earlier in this article.

Thanks for sticking all the way through this beast of a ridiculously long post. As I said, wanted to get a lot out there. See how much I care?

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.