Figging

I have been reading recently about the deliciously Victorian torture of figging. The Victorians knew their kink! While food and sensation play are certainly things with which I am accustomed, figging is a delight with which I have had fewer experiences.

What is figging? you wonder, perhaps. You could perform an internet search quite easily, but allow me to explain in Valentine style. You, bound, perhaps face down on the table, or bent over the sling, so that you can squirm just enough for my amusement. The ginger, skillfully carved into plug shape by my hand for insertion. Then, I watch in delight as the ginger tingles, burns, torments, and works its aphrodiasic magic. After twenty, maybe thirty minutes, any touch I deign to give you will be absolutely electric.

I think of this whenever I am at the grocery and see hands of ginger.

New deposit policy

As much as I am chagrin to do this, I am instituting a new policy. Any first time client or client booking a "special session" will be required to provide a nominal and non-refundable deposit, counted toward the tribute of the session. Any special session is a session that is over two hours in length, involves another or multiple dominants, or any other circumstances out of my usual practices. While there are a handful of you whose loyalty and service I appreciate and may exempt from this policy, that is a very, very few. It is such a shame that recent record level of last-minute cancellations is forcing me to do this.

Preview

My wonderful photographer sent over this lovely preview of my new photography set. Enjoy!

Photo shoot

I had a lovely, creative photography shoot yesterday with a very talented photographer. I've worked with her in the past (results of which are not available here) and she takes stunning photographs. Check back frequently for a sneak peak and the redesign of my website. It will be worth the wait, I promise.

In the meantime, might I mention how enjoyable it is for me to privilege a submissive with multiple golden showers in one session? Something about the anticipation while already dripping my liquid.

Quote of the month.

"Yet pain, like any other experiential mode, cannot be reduced to a set of immediate sensory qualities. It is ultimately a manner of being-in-the-world. As such, pain reorganizes our lived space and time, our relations with others and with ourselves. [...] In pleasure there is ordinarily no threat to one's being, no mysterious etiology, no aversiveness to be removed. As such one simply 'enjoys' the pleasure." -Drew Leder

You may ask yourself what this has to do with the subject matter I ordinarily concern myself with here. If you have played with me, you know I am not a strict sadist. Rather, I think this work goes directly to the heart of why comingling pleasure and pain is the joy of play. Don't think of pain and pleasure literally, alternatively. Think of pain as discomfort, submission, in relationship to joy and desire. What good would submission be without desire, and vice versa?

New old photograph.

Particularly stirring photograph of my feminine attributes, no? I discovered this photograph while cleaning off an old laptop.

Your Mistress's birthday is approaching rather quickly. Last year on my birthday, I was traveling through eastern Europe. This will be the first birthday I spend in Chicago. I hope to make it memorable.

Voyuerism and group scenes

My recent escapades into voyeurism have been delightful, I must say. I have been both the observer and the observed. While I try not to give too much critical analysis to what piques my interest, so to speak, I have been considering this.

I suppose I find being observed and group scenes enjoyable partly because I am a performer. I enjoy entertaining those who find my play pleasurable to watch. Perhaps as well I enjoy the added element of power. I have both power over my submissive, and the power to amuse or terrify the observing party.

When I demonstrate on your flesh my skill with my crop, does it amuse or intimidate her (or him)? Or is it both? When you submit to me, fully, intimately, does it inspire mirth or envy even? Or perhaps that added set of eyes and upturned mouth simply confirms your predicament?

I have this wild fantasy I find myself drifting into. Another dominant and I, both with our respective submissives, playing side by side. Maybe sharing, maybe not. Maybe competing for the most amusement of the other. I am competitive by nature. I would strive to inspire complete obedience.