I had such a busy day. I was up around noon, out the door and on with life after searching for the music for Lara and me to use on one of our performances.

I ran out and got the type of strap-on I desired for stage, since I don’t like the way my 3 other strap-on’s fit. Then I opened it on the way to dinner, and it was damaged, i had to run back and get it exchanged.

From there it was off to dinner. I went to theis supposedly nice restruant. I think the chef had a reall freudian complex…all his food had the over powering taste of alcohol. I think that when a chef allows something to over power the natural flavor of his food he is compensating for not being able to cook. The creme brulee tasted like charcoal covered in Grand marnier. The crab with artichoke reaked of white wine. The one good thing was the one oyster I ate, so I didn’t eat even half the food. I was glad I had a bite to eat prior just incase. And thanks to Leo, who after being so evil as to have sushi infront of me, gave me the last of the Nori salad. I am a sea weed fiend.

I came home and got dressed to go out and meet up with Angel. I was surprised because I didn’t recognize Mistress Morgan Monroe…we had never actually spoken before…but almost 10 years ago we were dominatrixes in Houston at the same time. There is so much gossip in the scene that Angel was trying to explain before we met up that she had lived with me and the rumors that I “hated her” were unfounded…She even told her that I had said that I never met her other than seeing each other in the same room…

I find it so funny when in this scene people talk about what someone they have never met does in a session that they were never in, and how a dungeon they have never been in is cared for, and how they care for equipment when they have no point of actual witnessing.

I have heard the stupidest rumors about me…some are just catty, and others are down right insane…such as the odd mention of gun running. I have never had a gun in my house! I mean, my father collects antique guns, but I don’t think that it is wise to keep guns. I mean many people are killed with their own guns! I personally like swords and daggers. But I haven’t had a sword in over 6 years! In my moms house, she believed in base ball bats. I mean, for photos i like guns, but too many people have had their houses broken into and the burglers have shot them with their own gun. I believe you should have the right to bare arms, but I observe the right to NOT bare arms, which is the flip side of the Amendment.

Well anyways. Morgan said that she had thought about returning to domination at one point, but was told by a very influential friend of a great many dommes around the world that it isn’t the same…It’s true. Just 4 years ago, almost every session kept the appointment. Now it seems that most are just people playing with themselves on the phone, or looking for sexual services that aren’t permitted. Sadly, this ruins it for the serious dommes…they get jaded when stood up, or having to deal with so many calls in a row of people saying “hey baby, I was inquiring about full service, will you come to my hotel?” Hell now. I have an infinite and amazing collection of options of how to play with a subby in my personal dungeon, and not one of them involves my mouth on them, or my using their prick for anything more than teasing and torture. And to try and fit my favorite toys in a travel bag is nearly imposible…I would want everything. And if I left something at home, I would most certainly desire it the most when I am playing.

I have always wondered why half of them will contact you with their genital dementions as part of their introductions…like I care. I can shock and clothes pin them no matter how small or large. Otherwise, I have no interest in them but for my own sadistic intentions.

If I want a lover I don’t think I have to place an add in the paper to cover that. Much les,s I don’t think I would be interested in having someone around as a living dildo. I mean, if I want a dildo, I can buy one that doesn’t lie, doesn’t get me pregnant, and doesn’t come with the question of health…if I want a sex partner I rather have a friend that I can play that way with. Fuck buddies, and lovers are fine…I am especially fond of casual dating, but indescriminate sex and overly committed relationships aren’t what I desire.

So anyways…it was a fun night with them, then they left. I sucked down 3 Red Bulls, and hung out with Christian, Petunia, and my usual Thursday night gang. I was hoping that Mike Marquez (also here with Morgan and Angel) would have made it to the club…but no.

So, I came home like a good girl (and asked when I left if I was taking Jacque with me…NO, I am not her mommy. If she wants to be a good girl then it is her responsibility to head out, but I have responsibilities to take care of, and sitting around the club all night is not one of them. Speaking of which she just walked in.).

I came home to the pleasure of a hot bath. Now I have to pack, do a once over of the house, and head to Houston. I will sleep on the way there.

Purple will be picking me up when I arrive,. We will hang out for a bit. I also am getting my hood repierced by him tomorrow, and then off to Lara’s for the pre-show slumber party.

Then Saturday. The big day. I get to meet with everyone, and bust my ass. Then I am running back to New Orleans early Sunday.

Christian kept trying to make me relax so he could do a proper massage, but I kept trying to explain that I don’t know how. I am obsessive compulsive (which I think is an asset, not a fault), I am a very anxious person, and very ambitious. I love to work and be productive, and lately I am so into the work-a-holic phase. I tried to explain to him that I don’t know how to relax…he said that I refused to relax…no, I honestly have no concept of relax. I want to get stuff going. I get really depressed when things are stagnant. When I feel productive I feel happy.