Tomorrow I am going to choreograph and costume a number for this Sunday to the song “Tits and Ass” from Chorus Line.

I had heard a local band wrote a song about me, but I haven’t seen or met the band or heard the song. So today the XBF was mad at me for changing our plans on Sunday, and he was trying to stay mad, but then he was listening to the radio and the song about me came on.

I called him and he was asking if I was sending out psychic messages to him, and I said “no, why?” and he asked then if i knew that this song existed, and I had heard of it but not heard it. I am so flattered. I am such a cheesball ham; I love seeing my face and hearing my name.

Well, last night I had a session where something unusual happened. I had had people ejaculate in session with no stimulation other than mental and pain, but this was the first time someone has ever cum in one of my sessions from an enema.

Finally, it has warmed up.

It had been a long week. I swore I was going to wake at 10:30 and here it is, I have over slept till 2:30. I have decided that this week is one of those major spring cleaning weeks. With having 2 shows in the last 3 days, and one of them being out of town, I have all my costumes and stuff from the trip needing to be put away.

Well, I have to get caught up on cleaning before my session calls to confirm. Get myself put together and alive. If it weren’t a weekday I could have someone in here at this hour cleaning. That is one of the lovely things about slaves, I haven’t had to clean my own catbox in several months.

Tonight was a really quality audience. I am not saying that there was a lot of people, but everyone was very supportive. I had friends that I hardly ever get to see show up. One was Memory, who I hadn’t seen in a year and a half. Then there was Gerald and Margot. Rob slipped out before I could go chat with him. Randy was there. I had to call him in to help out because the house cd player broke tonight, and we are expected to get one, even though Howlin’ Wolf needs one for their concerts too.

Randy came in all depressed, and I convinced him to stay. I was trying to explain that if he just watched the show he would feel better, and I got him a drink afterwards. Once he listened to me, and stopped moping back stage trying to talk about it, he went out and saw the show, and he really got off to heckling our comics.

We didn’t make a dime, but it is a labor of love anyway.

We spent $70 today for a pillow and the trim enough to decorate the edges of it, and a smaller pillow I had bought last weekend for the show. I spent 5 hours sewing all sorts of sfinge beads and sequins on the pillow. I wanted them to be super gaudy. I mean a lot of burlesque stuff is exagerated and way over the top.

During my I Love Lucy number (It’s called Babaloo) I stumbled. Aldo said he was surpised at my recovery. I figured, what the hell, I am on the floor, just dance with the floor for a second like it was intentional. Hey, I am a theater brat, you never react to a mishap, you just roll with it.

I really wasn’t feeling it much tonight. I think I need to work on a new finale since I am tired of Puss and Boots. Plus, originally I didn’t strip tease in the number, and my corset gave me grief getting out of it during that number.

I’m thinking of which number I need to do next. I actually think maybe I should swing 2-3 new numbers at once. I have this great leather corset that looks like a black widow, and I am thinking that I need to use this huge web from Halloween and be a Black Widow, and dance to “The Female of the Species Is More Deadly than the Male” And do some rope bondage with it.

Also I want to do a Little Red Riding Hood number, since I have the costume in vinyl. I was thinking off pantomining the whole “what a big nose…mouth, eyes” part and then in the end have the guy playing the wolf use a dildo to look like a big erection beneath the blankets and pretend to get scared of it and run away.

Then there is this song..”She took a walk with her…French Poodle” and I would want to make a big fake pooddle and dress in my striped tight sweater, with a scarf around my neck, and a pencil skirt, girdle, corset, cuban hose, and oxfords with the 9 inch heels and be the Parisian with her french poodle.

I have been really getting back into set construction, props and costuming, so I have a bunch of ideas for some new props.

I am having “empty” make a big die for the stage, and I am going to make some playing cards out of poster board to fan out behind it, and maybe a big bottle of jack Daniels or fake martini glass for the stage. There are so many things that can go with the theme of gambling, and drinking, especially in new Orleans…like “Living in a Fool’s Paradise”. So many costumes would work with it.

I even thought of making both a fire place and a window with a hotel sign outside it for the stage…so you could be the type of boozer red light lady of Tom Waits songs, or you could do the whole “It’s Cold Outside, But it’s Warm in Here.” There are a ton of romantic sex kitten burlesque numbers that could go with the fire place and a fake bearskin rug. My mother has tons of animal bones, I am sure I could call her up and get an old dog skull or something to make a bear rug with faux fur.

God, so many ideas and not enough cash. Jesus, just 5 yards of sequins and fringe, with a few appliques costs $60 plus $10 for the pillow. But the prop bed on stage needs it. I proposed the idea to the group that we all make one pillow to contribute to the bed to make it look more luxurious, and everyone agreed to it. So far, I made a mad dash to get it done for tonight even though we aren’t due for it till next week. And I even did two so it could look even more full.

I also want to get a princess phone or one of those fat fifties phones with the rotary dial. There are a lot of pin-ups poses and pictures you can play off of with the platinum blonde girl tossing around talking on the phone in sexy lingerie.

I still have to work on my “Dark Lady” number where I am a Gypsy to Cher’s song, and I use a voodoo doll to control a girl and make her lie down and pretend to do a ritual and then do candle play. I’m really imaginative, I bet I could even make a fake chicken to pull’s head off and drench her in blood. Now, I am starting to sound like Sadie with all the blood skits.

I have to start working on this poison Ivy bit too. I have a few old tired corsets that I can use and put other fabrics on, and decorate, and just wear a good corset underneath so the bad corset doesn’t hurt me.

I love this too much.

I just got a call from one of my close friends in houston. He just saw me on the Discovery Channel on a program on Body Modification. I wasn’t speaking, I was hanging out with The Lizard Man and about to do a Fetish ball with him about 2 years back. Infact, Memory, the girl I had with me for that fetish event, is coming to visit tomorrow. She is coming in from a visit to Los Angeles on her way back to California.

I performed in Pensacola last night with Immaculate Deception. They are actually a really good band. This is the 3rd time I have performed with them, but only the second time I performed to them. I stayed at Mike and Missy’s house. They are the sweetest. I model for Missy’s art events when she does fetish and pin-up art.

I did an incasing on Spooky. I had her in rope bondage to a stool, and started to cut the encasings till I had here down to her underwear. She started out as looking like a purple glitter spider man, and then she slowly was teased with the scissors between floggings and hot wax till I had her looking like she had never been in the encasement. I fell so intime to the music. It’s like when I flog I am almost in meditation. I just fall into one rhythm for my breathing, the music and the flogging. By the end I was shredding and ripping her open.

I actually saw a guy I went on a few dates with. He actually wasn’t acting all wierd about hanging out and talking. I sat and chatted with him, and a few other people. All the people were really nice. A few had come specifically because we were doing a live fetish piece and they don’t get that type of stuff around there. And one person told me they had been waiting all week for me to come and perform.

Well, I am back at home, and about to get back to all the updates on the website. I am adding a lot of galleries and pics.

Now that the collar bone is pretty much fully healed I am back to starting to corset train again.

I have a new pink satin corset I got right after the bone broke and I have been wearing it for long durations the past 2 days. It is a 24 like my black satin Voller, but it isn’t broken in yet.

Corsets make you feel like a super hero. They feel so inpenetrable. You stand so tall, and feel just like a Tex Avery girl when you put your hands on your waste.

People always ask if it hurts or if I can breathe. I wouldn’t call it hurting unless the corset is on too tight or if the corset is poorly design or old. You simply can cannot settle on those things that Fredericks and Victoria’s Secret like to call corsets.

Where does the week go. Tomorrow is rehearsal day for the Lil Beaux Peep Show. I am off to Pensacola for Friday to perform. I was just mailed an article about the show. Their was a blurb about me performing with Immaculate Deception. They are really sweet. the band is a friend of mine and his son.

I am so tired. I just woke from one of those naps that makes you feel like you slept through 2 days, even though it was only 3 hours. Very disorienting.

Well, today wasn’t really all slacking and email.

Tonight I played with “empty” for the first time since right before Christmas. I had been through broken bones, being sick, being busy, and being just plum in a bad mood about all the stuff I saw happening in the world (I need to quit reading and watching the news again, it gets me pissed) and just all around not in the best of conditions to be in session. It’s easier to turn off these discussions when playing with someone you don’t know, but my slaves and I are friends as well as having a dynamic of me being the one who dictates what we will and won’t do when hanging out, and them serving practical functions in helping me in keeping this house and other domestic responsibilities and helping with the show in ways I deem necessary.

Well tonight I started to resume our play time. Well, he should of known better. You catch me displeased with the world around and I often get rather sadistic if you give me the green light to treat you anyway I please. I had been a softy on him and working with him more through meditation and hypnosis and rhythym applications of flogs and stuff prior to our suspension of playing. Not only was he out of practice from our not playing, he was out of practice since I hadn’t been pushing him to take as much for a few weeks before the break. Well, I tossed him in the deep end.

I had him tied to the new suspension frame. His arms were above his head, and his ankles had a stock board holding them apart. I put him in some predicament bondage. His nipples were tied to the opposite side of the suspension frame and the same teather was connected to his cock. I tied the loop around his cock further down to the stock board.

The wonderful thing about male genitalia is it tries to seek the warmth of the body. When you have a cock and balls tied off and pulled out from the body and then place them in ice water they get very very sore from the cold and try though they might they can not retreat into the body cavity. It came to a point where he said he couldn’t feel the cock and balls. “Oh really? Well then let’s see if that is true!” “Whap”, the leather slapper slapped sharply on his scrotum that was tight and shriveled about his balls from the previous cold. Then the quick repitition of light slaps. To a man’s genitalia nothing is considered light…there is just varying degrees of hell.

When he jupmed back in responce to the progression of slaps on his sack, no matter how light they were he would pull at his already taunt nipples.

Of course I treated him to his favorite area of play…flogging

I must say, we women are so lucky. I know that when I slap my crotch hard it actually is pleasant. It is a sharp sting followed by a nice vibration of the pain subsiding. If you put ice on a woman’s crotch it may be shockingly cold but it is in no way like freezing a man’s restrained testicles.

We may have PMS, menstral pain, and the pain of pregnancy and giving birth, but there is only a window of 40 years we have to endure all that, then comes post menopause. Men will have pain in their testicles when hit for as long as they have feeling at all, birth to death…ha ha!

Also, most men have such issues about vasectomies. Women don’t feel themself to be less of a woman by choosing to get a tubal ligation. Women get them all the time when they feel that it is the best birth control for them. Both procedures don’t prevent testosterone or estrogen from being produced.

Tons of girls get genital piercings, and then you watch a vast majority of guys scared of anything happening to their precious cock (though that doesn’t prevent some of the vary same people from having unprotected sex, even in extremely high risk situations).

Boys are silly. Girls rock.
(Given, I couldn’t handle my first pull when pierced with hooks and made to balance in platform heels on a small top to a box, but I think if I was relaxed and on stable ground I would be a bit different).