I was up at 7:30…I had my current lover over, and he had the alarm set for 8:30 so I don’t know why I was up that early.

He left for work, and after my bath I took off to the main Library (talk about the most disorganized library I have ever been in). I walked about 5-6 miles in the trip to and from. I had forgotten my library card on the mantle, and I was sure I had put it in my bag. I was so relieved that it didn’t fall out somewhere.

I have a lot of shit on my “to do list”. I have an especially late session tonight, and tomorrow night I will be at Queensryche, if all goes as planned. I just really don’t feel like going out lately.

The night after, I am considering going to the current lover’s lecture he is doing on Tantric Sex.

If any of my friends get a call from Play Girl doing a survey, I refered you so we all can get free gifts. They called Mistress Pink and woke her, it made her a little excited by some of the odd questions.

Mistress Genevieve,

Greetings! My name is Miss Indigo and I am a Domina in Houston. I
have heard many wonderful things about you over the past few years
that I have been here and I am excited to hear that you will be
performing at the Fetish Ball in Houston this weekend. You left
many depressed submissives behind when you left this area. I look
forward to your performance and to meeting you!

Miss Indigo

The 10th Annual fetish ball has come and gone…every thing has some glitched when you do a show. Ours were so very minor and easily remidied. Like the brand new latex strap on I bought was ruined before it was ever worn.

It was a huge success…1400 tickets were sold in advance, not to mention what was sold at the door…and of the 1400, most were VIP tickets. I talked to the people from Stormy Leather about the event I want to throw early 2004. I will probably be in Houston on Halloween night for a radio show. I also am working out either attending or performing at the Texas Latex Party. I will also be in Houston to perform the Christmas ball if possible…Martin and I are working this all out. And then there was a group in Austin that wanted to contact me.

It was an amazing night for bonding. I had such warm affectionate time with Jamie and Martin, and I got to spend long over due time with my Sandra and Gear-mo. I really miss and love all my friends. Gear mo and I have been friends for over 13 years now.

With out Lara’s natural talent for theatre, her creativity, and her organized driven perfectionist traits last night wouldn’t have been half as amazine. And Jamie is to credit for always being an amazing hostess and keeping everyone over sexed and partying. And Roxanne Collins was a great performer, and sweet little treat.

Domina Athena kept being difficult to contact or work with, but in the end she was there and ready to go. She is stunning too. I didn’t get to talk with her much.

I may be getting another piercing today before I leave town. I was thinking about getting a “Marilyn” with a rhinestone piece of jewelry.

There were so many beautiful people there, such great clothing. I really miss a scene that is so visually stunning.

I saw Mistress Indigo. I will post later the message she sent me about my slaves all missing me since I left, and how they constantly have been searching for someone to fill my shoes, which was also what Mistress Cynthia had told me when I refered people to her after moving away, and having her store and use my equipment till I could fully move the dungeon to New Orleans.

I will head back to New Orleans tonight, and I will have to start researching subjects and writing a stack of articles to submit, since I will now have no less than 4 magazines I am writing in connection with.

I still am working on doing the monthly parties, and I need to outline some fetish performances to take with me.

I am so so tired right now, but I just can’t stop my momentum.

I just talked with Joe at American Dommes, The Vault and Black and Blue in New York over email.

He was interested in my article, and I have been approved to write for his magazines also. Also I have to come back to Houston for Halloween after all for this Radio thing…more on that later…

Thank god I gave up on Zoloft. It was screwing my libido, and ruining my compassion for others, much less I was completely lethargic and it ruined my focus and dedication to my passion for my profession/lifestyle. Being a cold and lifeless zombie is just no good for someone who has as much shit going on as I do.

My slaves all are really happy because they say that I am back…they liked my over zealousness and obsessive love for being a sick and twisted little pervert.

Ugh. A long day a head. I will be up doing stuff a bit later, then there is the show, the after party, an offer for dinner after the after party. Then I want to get home soon soon soon.

I am so sensitive from this fresh piercing. It’s so sensitive that the slightest brush against it sends this intense arousal when I try to do anything.

I spent all day with Purple and his son, Wilde…fun, but kids can wear you out. He is a smart boy though. We ate at Mai’s Vietnamese Restruant. I was hoping to get to take Wilde to Herman Park, the Children’s Museum, or the Zoo. I mean, the whole point of kids is to get to play with them, go on cool field trips that many adults find to be too childish. To teach them neat things, art, culture, funny tricks to do when they are 21 and up in the clubs and bars.

Purple re-pierced my hood and the Monkey boy came to visit right about then. And after years of me and my monkey, I guess he can still spark my interest because arousal made me start bleeding profusely from engorging the piercing throughy arousal.

Then he took off. Purple and I went shopping for stuff for him to wear, and because I had store credit off of the show. I went and bought a great new toy for the dungeon. I bought a jiggly piggy tail butt plug, which is great to go with my pig masks. I have this thing about animal roleplay and humiliation.

I bought a bad ass new wig, amazing quality, and a book on stuff for my lifestyle/profession.

I went to Lara’s, we worked on the shows. I picked out some more music for one of our skits. I added a bit to one of the skits, and fell intime with the other one I will be doing.

I went to Numbers after one. The monkey boy was there, and chasing me trying to disturb my new piercing and causing my butt cheeks much pain. Sandra was worried and not happy with him for being the usual monkey. Chad asked whether I had seen monkey and where was he, while he was standing right there in front of him talking to him.

I took off afterwards with Buddha and Jay Hova…man this is sounding a bit religeous or like a heretical joke. We went to eat at Jaliscience, which is now filled with hideous decor. Buddha took off, we went to Notsuoh (Houston spelled backwards). We went for a walk with Jims dog and talked, and had hell finding Lara’s house to drop me off. So here I am, tired.

I even saw an old lover of mine from when I was a teenager. I hadn’t seen him in 9 years, and he walked up. A lot of people didn’t recognize me at first because of the wig, but Kevin did. I always felt weird when we were “hanging out” because we had the same last name. It was just creepy.

Ah, Houston.

My favorite part of the evening was me and Buddha making up a story and dialogue about jay Hova, using almost solely ABBA song titles and verses. Especially since Jay Hova loathes ABBA.

I am pooped. I have so many people that want to see me before I make it back to New Orleans. I just want to get back because I miss my home/dungeon, my kitties, my toys, and my ability to work my ass off on improving stuff.

I am envious though. Lara’s husband made this kick ass cage for the show and I want one. He was looking for a sincere compliment, he asked ” So, you really like it?” And I even complimented him far beyond what he expected…” Hell!!! I want one!” You know how rare it is for another Mistress has a large piece of equipment that I feel I need and want. I mean, my dungeon seems to have it all to most people (only I think that it has a long way to go till I am happy. I don’t think I will ever be fully happy enough to quit striving for more dungeon furniture and toys, and technical knowledge.

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.

I forgot to let my Houston friends know. My friend Angel of Tickel fashions looked me up yesterday…she is in town this weekend, so I just have tonightto see her. It must have been atleast 5 years since I have seen her.

She is supposed to call me when she gets in and meet me at the club.

Then I have less than 24 hours till I am off to Houston.

I finally have the clinic full in place.

If you want to see a couple parts of my dungeons, they will be in the next Xsite magazines, where some hot friends of mine are modeling…all of you local people in the club scene know KC, well, she is but one of the gruesome twosome in the hot shoot Logan shot tonight.

Oh, so much has changed in this house. I love it!

Everything is perfect, and now
eThe boys are here now, we had a nice dinner made by my guest boy. Damn, he is good in the kitchen. He made mandarin chicken salad, and white chocolate bread pudding. He brought a Buffy series. he is a helpful guy, sweet great cook, and other types of fun. This has been a pleasant couple of weeks.