I have to meet today to discuss opening Bourbon Streets only private dungeon. I will be decorating it, designing it, managing it, promoting it, and working as Head Mistress…on top of still maintaining my Garden District dungeon which is filled with more equipment that any could hope for.

I fell asleep really early last night (since I was pooped from being up all morning with my lover, tormenting the hell out of him). Now, I am up and a wake, and ready to start the day at 6:30 a.m.

I couldn’t even manage to stay awake for the end of X-men 2 last night.

It is friggin cold this morning. I am in my baphomet sweater and debating on going to the library after I work on this proposal. Cold makes my stomach shake and that makes me slightly queasy…just like drinking coffee does to me.

Jay Hova and Buddha were supposed to come in from Houston last night, but they got held up doing stuff, and still aren’t here. Buddha is a trained chef so I am looking forward to his cooking fine french food in my kitchen.

Due to my new dungeon adventure…it looks like Jacque’s guy will be working at the sex shops that belong to the owner that I am opening this for. I also talked to the owner about getting to buy toys straight from his catalogues for my dungeon.

2 more days till rehearsal for the Burlesque show I am doing, and that is a ton of fun I can’t wait for.

I start rehearsal on Thursday, this should be fun….Sadie Corset and I have a lot of stuff already planned.

Just one of a million things on my schedule. Work can be very therapuetic. I find when I get pissed off I tend to start scrubbing things. I start fraantically washing dishes and cleaning thins when I get in an argument (to prevent hauling off and punching dumbasses in the face I re-direct that anger at the cleaning).

I love what I do.

Not ever again…if she pulls that shit one more time I am fucking kicking her out!

This is written here for public record that when that point comes it wasn’t that she didn’t know. When she wakes up that is it…I am fucking telling her that it was the last time last night.

Sshe gets fucked up, she gets depressed, she hides behind liquor and sex rather than even slightly trying to get right with herself, and then it is time for the “watch me slash and burn show”!!!!
Fuck that. I signed on for a roommate and a partner, not for a toddler or a fucking single patient psych-ward where I have to hide all sharp objects, all equipment that she wants to use the last of so I won’t have any when it is time for a session.

Last night she promissed before she started to go there…I knew she wasn’t dealing with her depression and I told her “tonight, no cutting yourself up, and no piercing , none of that shit.”

Now this may seem hypocritical knowing my past, but I WASN”T DRUNK OF TONS OF LIQUOR AND CHAMPAGNE< WHEN I DID IT! I had to find her one night moping in the dark being oh so "uber goober goth tard" with all these needles and razor blades fucked up. I had to fight her to pull them out, and then I had to spend a half hour stopping her bleeding because drunk people don't tend to clot really well, and they allso tend to nick a vein a bit and bleed stronger than just flesh to flesh. Just what I need...I could lose my lease, and have a whole shit load of other problems if fucked up little girls end up leaving my house in ambulances or hearst! I don't like having to clean up after it the next day either. Anyway, she promised "I won't". Then while we were in the middle of the room all hanging out it didn't first occur to me that she was playing with gloves. Then I realized there was a bottle of alcohol on the floor, and I walked over and said," No, I know what this means..." and I took the needles away. Not to mention I have already had half of my needles wasted on her bullshit. I went through the house hiding the scapels and needles. She promised that not again, that she hadn't done it (which is the same as standing at a bank teller'swindow with a gun and being stopped before asking for the money. then using that as your plea for inocennt in court). They all tell me that it is over, and then twice more this morning I had to deal with her tantrums because she wants needles and stuff. She already has no clue about piercings, and she goes and nicks her veins well enough that it is full constant flow. One night it took me close to a half hour of putting pressure to get her to stop bleeding. I don't feel fucking sorry for her, and I don't have time to be on safety watch so I don't have to explain that a person not allowed on my lease is living with me.!

You’re Most Like The Season Winter …

You’re often depicted as the cold, distant season.
But you’re incredibly intelligent, mature and
Independant. You have an air of power around
you – and that can sometimes scare people off.
You’re complex, and get hurt easily – so you
rarely let people in if you can help it. You
can be somewhat of a loner, but just as easily
you could be the leader of many. You Tend to be
negative, and hard to relate to, but you give
off a relaxed image despite being insecure –
and secretly many people long to be like you,
not knowing how deep the Winter season really
is.

Well done… You’re the most inspirational of
seasons 🙂

?? Which Season Are You ??
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This year My Birthday is on Lundi Gras!!! That means that people will be partying all over this town on my birthday. At the stroke of Midnight Mardi gras will be in full swing. I anticipate my friends will all be all over the place and a BIG MESS!

Hello Mistress Genevieve …

I thought You were fantastik at the Dare-Ware Fetish Ball. I confess though i did find the needle and feather show with Mistress Paine a bit intense to watch. Still, i enjoyed the BAll I was in the front row … the only one that evening wearing a tie and the Zorro Mask. … how out of place could i be?

Weve actually met before at the HPEP ball a few years ago. Maybe if im lucky i’ll get to see You again at some of the upcumming Halloweeny activities here in houston …

take care and thanks again for the entertainment…

slave h

I had a great session with “empty” today and yesterday. I had him so far gone I just left him alone to nap when I was done, he could barely collect his head to get up and walk to his car as it was. He told me yesterday that he was addicted to me.

Tomorrow we will go to Six Flags, and then “empty”, Sean and I are going to the Lil’ Beaux Peeps. I am supposed to be working out performing with them. that will be fun, and also one of the girls is interested in subbing for me.

The more toys I get, the more inspired I am to play, the more I want more toys…I have been scoping out new chairs and tables so I can have torture chairs and bondage tables in atleast 2 more rooms. I mean, those 2 additional rooms already have a bondage laced queen size bed, and a bondage futon, but I want bondage tables too!

I also went looking at the “high heel” chairs today. I even found some on ebay.

I also have been working on designing a pony cart…which would be fun for pony boys to save my precious feet from walking all over the French Quarter in heels. There are ways to disguise people (hoods, for one) and it would be fun for Southern Decadence and Mardi Gras, and my yard is huge enough to cart around in.

I have been drooling over fucking machines, and various medical/ massage/weight lifting equipment that can be modified, and serve multiple purposes in the dungeon.

I am also looking for “love dolls” I just want a whole collection to use with these dirty little subbies.

My dildo collection has been growing out of control. I have just been going all sorts of obsessive with more and more toys to use on the most fortunate of submissives.

I didn’t really feel like being out thursday after I found out Deana wasn’t at 735 any longer…actually it just added to my already not wanting to go out. But I went out any way.

But last night I sat at home with Sean watching Sifl and Olly on line, and the FruitCake Lady on line…

His lecture on Eastern and Western Sex magick was GREAT. I found it funny when he brought up “sub space” and I reminded us that we Dommes have “Dom-space” too. He hadn’t known of “Dom-spac”. Also I introduced him to the reason and purpose of the “guiche” piercing, so we went to Rings of Desire yesterday for more info, after we had researched more on line. he doesn’t really have piercings and tats, but he really liked the idea of the guiche and wants to look into it.