Food.

I am a woman who loves food. While I've read books and books on the subject, it still puzzles me that the dainty, abstaining woman entering our societal consciousness as ideal. The bird woman who pecks at her salad. The fainting femininity. I will have none of it. I do not suggest that we should all eat fast food and live out of vending machines. This is not a love of food, either.

I am a woman who appreciates and enjoys a dining experience. I work hard and I play hard. I like to eat well. I love to travel, and part of my love of traveling is to eat the local cuisine.

Those of you who have been fortunate to session with me know I like to incorporate food. Whether you are on your knees at my side feeding me fresh, perfectly cut fruit, or preparing something for me in hopes of winning my favor. Perhaps you must eat yours off of my feet or from the floor, while I watch.

Food is incredibly sensuous. The dribble of juice winding around the fingers, wetting the lips. Spices so intense and overwhelming, like the pleasure/pain of flogging. Delicate, soft skins and textures, easily crushed between the fingers.

It stirs my passions to imagine all the naughty ways food fits into my play.

The body electrified.

I have a guilty pleasure, and that is erotic thrillers. Perhaps my favorite is Crash, the older version based on the book.

What is sexy to me about this moving is the erotic and artful combination of flesh and machinery. I find the intersection of the human body and technology erotic and exhilarating. Flesh, electricity, a curious juxtaposition. Perhaps this is why some of my favorite toys are technology. The Tens, the violet wand. The gentle and then biting electricity. Sounds, tenaculums.

The vibrator was invited in the late nineteenth century in order to allow doctors to pass on the work of the genital massage for the female patient. Lacking real knowledge (or ignoring such) of the role of the clitoris, genital massage was thought good science to release women's neurotic energy. Thus, the vibrator fell from the ranks of good medical science and into the hands of perverts. I use the word pervert lovingly.

The body intersects with the scientific, the inventions. That intersection is erotic.

A note on referrals.

As you may know, I always request a referral from another professional, or other information. If you have had a lesson with me an for whatever reason wish a lesson with another of Chicago's fine professionals, I am always able to provide a referral. I do hope that other Dominants will be professional enough to understand my requirement.

If you are new to this practice or are hesitant to embrace its merits, I just ask you keep in mind the outstanding, sensitive instruction myself and others provide.

I hope you are enjoying the snow. I know I am. Nothing like a city at night with snow falling. Beautiful and brutal, just what I love.