Photos.

I have been asked and have received comments about why I do not show my face in my pictures. This is not because I am not attractive, I assure you, but for other reasons. All professional dominants have their own styles, but mine is built more on this sense of mystery. I do not wish to be easily identifiable by my photos on the internet. I also prefer that my appearance and expressions be reserved for deserving submissives. And finally, if I were easily viewable online, how could I take you out in public and enjoy a nice dinner? All the while you and I knowing some secret, like you are wearing a thong and stockings, or are sipping wine mixed with my effusion?

Halloween.

Fall is arriving in Chicago. I adore fall, the slightly chill air, the changing trees. One of my favorite activities is walking around the city in either the fall, wrapped up in sweaters, or on a winter night with snow falling.

What I love most about fall is Halloween. What other time of year can you dress up as anything you want to be? As much as I am in support of women dressing brazenly, I think the creativity has gone for most. I believe that a stocking-clad leg is always sexier than a bare leg. This is true for Halloween costumes. A well-thought Halloween costume can be far sexier than much of what I've seen.

Sounds

As I was in session the other day, in heels, I took special notice of the exquisite sound of my high heels on the hardwood floor. I contemplate these days a submissive who would be utterly bound and blind-folded, only able to hear and feel, and I think about the kinds of sounds that I absolutely adore.

Of course, the sound of my heels. There is nothing more indicative of that mix of feminine power and pain. What I could do with my heels! That is what this sound reminds me of. I love the sound of the crop on skin. The perfect, well-placed crack. I love the sound of my hand on a bare ass.

I especially love the sound of whimpering. I am not so much a sadist. I do not so much enjoy the kind of whimpering that sounds like please-no-more-mistress whimpering. I love the sound of whimpering that comes from a place of surrender and pleasure, that comes from a place of should I stop, it would be the most cruel thing I could do.

Escape.

I am escaping the city for the weekend. Off to see old friends, and an old submissive playmate. I am excited to see this one again, to see how far he has progressed in his obedience to me. I want to put on my highest heels and walk on him.

In the meantime, I like this photograph of me.