Last night was fun.

I had 3 hours of play with an intense masochist from Italy. He actually wants to write about me for a European fetish mag. Makes me wonder if I shouldn’t go over seas, since I have been recieving a lot of recognition in Cz, UK, and Italy, and not counting the numerous German fans I have. I seem to really enjoy my Europeans too, they seem a bit more adventurous. i love it. I especially have really bonded with the Scots I have played with, which there were many in Houston.

After the session, he and I went to dinner, I went out shopping down Bourbon Street and to a night club with him.

My lovely assistant/friend/roommate/play partner will be going to dinner with one of my slave boys and myself tomorrow, she missed out last night. We seem to eat out with slave boys atleast 4 times aweek. We are supposed to go to SixFlags with one, but we never wake up intime…we rather a weekday. We are also supposed to go to the Country Club and swim.

Last night I met up with her when she left work. We were with all the old Hide Out crod at Lounge Lizards. They are now 24/7 so all the Hide Out people don’t end up without a place to congregate.

Well, I am about out the door for the evening. I just had a delicious spinach crab and mozarella salad, coffee enema, and a bath aand feel all fresh and clean and wide a wake. Time for Jaque-oh and I to eat our vitamines and dash.

I love the new cell phone, I down loaded a Twisted Sister ring tone…Now I hear “We’re not gonna take it!” Umpteen million times aday. I almost don’t even want to pick up because I want to let it play.

Jaque oh and I shopped ourselves to death today. I bought tons of new matching panty and bra sets. This is one of my obsessions. She got new boots and a sexy outfit, and jewelry. And I have this current obsession with black O-ring bracelets like Madonna used to wear on the self titled album.

Too much fun. I just had to go to Smoothie King for a healthy snack before this next session which will be a bit lengthy. I don’t know if I will still go out tonight.

Walking down Bourbon St. last night with jaque-oh, I accidentally got a job…I am bartending for private balcony parties for Bourbon Street Balconies and Facilities. It was fun last night. This well to-do man and his cute little girlfriend rented out the whole place for just the two of them so I basically did nothing but watch them throw beadas while Jaque-oh and I had a couple of drinks with them and listen to music.

My friends all seem to be looking for work and Jaque-oh and I just land on this job by accident. She and I are going to be on call for balcony rentals, and if I can’t make it she can, and if she can’t make it I can.

I knew the owner of the place, but didn’t know he owned that set up. We just saw him on the street asked him to come out for a drink, and he said, “Why don’t we just go to my bar?” Then he explained he was about to have the place rented for a few hours, and I offered to help since he was alone, and got hired.

He’s curious about the dungeon too.

It never hurts to have supplemental income, especially in a fickle adult buisiness. Domination is a luxury, and when the economy suffers, luxuries are the first to go.

Well, things are actually doing alright. I have a subby from yesterday coming back tomorrow, and I have a session in less than an hour.

When Jaque-oh wakes up we have to do an over haul around here. My two favorite dungeons are clean, but we dress and socialize in the rest of the house, so there are clothes, papers and hair stuff to be organized and put up. It is clean but currently unorganized.

Jaque-oh starts at a new club tonight. If I don’t work at one of the balconies I will be at 735 watching movies till Jaque-oh gets off work.

Man, we came home earlier than usual last night and I still woke up wearing my boots. I have a bad habit of that. I come home so tired that I just go to sleep in my clothes.

It’s been a fun weekend. If you consider a weekend starting on Wednesday. Skip Thursday, and Friday was a fun night at home with Jaque-oh, Legion and movies (George told me I could reschedule with him to hang out and now he is pissed about it. I love the new Charlie’s Angels), Saturday was wild clubbing with a bag full of kink, after seeing League of Extraordinairy Gentlemen (Pete Townsend was exploding my panties, and the movie was pretty, but lacked a lot…very comic book, just like it was based on).

Yesterday I was exhausted. Jaque-oh and I slept all day, went to dinner, went out clubbing, I fell asleep with Leo at the club, and woke to tell Jaque-Oh I just needed to be home.

I got up for a session, back to sleep, woke to Jaque-oh cooking breakfast. About to go do more domestic stuff with jaque-oh, have another session, while she heads to work, and then catch up with her there.

Jaque-oh said she was trying to beat me to cooking breakfast for once. It’s nice having someone artound. Usually I like living alone, but since Alien died, I hadn’t wanted to be alone.

I have taken on a novice dominant. We have been friends for a little while now, but as of lately she and I have been inseperable.

I am really sentimental sappy and happy about all of it. There are a lot of typo-s in the following post because I am just bubbling over with mush emotional PMS. So I really made a lot of errors by just trying to keep up with my excitability. I am so so so happy. But I still am fiesty and wickedly sadistic as well.

WARNING: THIS ENTRY IS VERY LONG, VERY INTENSE, AND GRAPHIC.
IT IS ABOUT A DAY OF NOTHING BUT HARDCORE BDSM. ABOUT THE INTENSE SPIRITUAL, SEXUAL, MENTAL ASSESSMENT OF ALMOST 24 HOURS OF NONSTOP BDSM…AND I STILL AM HUNGRY FOR MORE.

Life is good. I have been having fun with my slaves and working a lot, and for almost every second of the last 4 days I have been hanging with Jaque-oh.

I don’t feel very desciptive today. I have so much to do, I have 2 sessions, a meeting and a dungeon rental, “empty” is coming by and I am going out with Jaque-oh to dance and be merry after she gets off work. And Thursday is about the same run down.

Everything seems to be in it’s place. And this week has provided a lot of stress relief with handling one of the “problem children” in my life. Of course that was probably further aided with PMS. It seems last time I had PMS I had to handle another boy who was chapping my ass in much the same manner.

I have lived with my own problems and those of friends of mine that were caused by psycho, shit talking little boys. If there is one thing I have learned through my own experiences, it is to nip it in the bud. Don’t take shit…I rather die on my feet than live on my knees. (I have a theory that some of this is the Texan in me).

If you want to know why a certain someone hates me more now then ever before…it is because I finally got fully fed up with his psycho phone calls at 5 in the morning, his harassment, and finally he destrurbed my contentment of him giving me the silent treatment to open his mouth and talk shit to me…

Some people are just asking for it, and if they ask from me, I just might give it to them…repeatedly upside the head!

You’d think that having a new cat would help me to get over my baby’s death. Not this shitty kitty!

I just bought a new cell phone, and charger just a few days ago. I leave him alone for 5 minutes ( I had accidentallty forgot to recover the cord with a towel) and low and behold, I no longer have a charger for my phone!

Oh he wasn’t satisfied with all the cat waster products I had to pick up, all the clothes he’s ruined, the apholstery on my dungeon equipment that he has torn to shreds, and the getting all hyped up and biting and scratching me…NO. This little fucke has to destroy some thing very important that I use daily! My phone charger!!!!

I have given up on his name. He is cat, kitty, freak, freak show, dirty little nasty bastzard, shit machine, asshole, filthy little fucker…oh yes. I must be desperate for kitty companionship to allow this worthless little asshole destroy everything. I don’t want to share myself with other people very often, but I think I should of stuck with a female cat. I never had a problem with girl kitties. Boys are nicer, but I like prissy bitch kitties. My aAien was the most spoiled priss in the world!