My sissy maid was just dismissed on the grounds that there was no common sense or basic common coutesy in average things.

I had distributed a harsh bout of the padle to instill some lesson that is just the most common courtesy that one calls as soon as they know they will be late.
This means if you haven’t left the house 5-10 minutes before the appointed time then you should call immediately.

I had given an hour and a half for her to prepare herself and get here…more than ample for shower, dress, make-up and a 5-10 minute drive. Twenty after she was supposed to be here she hadn’t left the house, and she hadn’t called, and was full of lame excuses.

I would have been lienent if it had not been that the very last day she served she had been disciplined for the same offense, and returned to service with no ability to learn from discipline…and also the other infractions she had been instructed not to do on the previous day of service, such as leave the door open…much less the in ability to think for her self that if you are leaving the house you take the cell phone, not the house phone…

I have had it with those who lack common sense and common courtesy…

I have a busy life and I am only interested in slaves that can remember lessons, and think, much less due simple tasks with out micro-management. When I play with a slave it should be my pleasure as a sadist, not because I am frustrated by incompetence.

My cats seem to learn quicker how to behave with out having to be severly paddled.

Aside from an hour or two here or there watching a dvd, I usually work every waking hour on one project or another and have no time to stop everything to give stereo instructions and repeat myself 50 times.

I had such a great time this weekend in Pensacola…
It was hard to stay completely on my new way of eating, but in retrospect I wasn’t too bad. A few dark hershey kisses and a handfull of bagle chips, stuffed mushrooms and a couple of burritos at Taco Bell.

The show went very well, even though Spooky couldn’t make it.

The scene we did at the Handle Bar was very intimate. It went off with out a hitch except that the limo was late so the wax didn’t have time to melt.

At the end of playing Mistress Natasha, slave girl baby kat and I were huddled up in a hug, rocking each other and basking in the glow of a warm sub and domme space.

We went back to the house and swam a little bit together while everyone else partied. I was the first to bed, and I woke to Natasha and baby kat asleep on the feather bed next to the bed I was on.

We didn’t rush to leave, missy cooked breakfast before I went back for another nap. Then we all woke, sat around chatting with Missy and Mike and took the long road home. It seemed the lunch at Cracker Barrel took almost as long as the drive itself.

When I leave New Orleans it feels like I am escaping some oppressive dark cloud.

I found out today that a beautiful, talented friend died yesterday.

This wonderful person was a dear close friend with an intellect and passionate heart that won me over as it often intimidated others.

This is the second cancer related death to touch my life in a month.

Every time Kattaryna was in town it seems that we would spend the whole night hanging out and talking. She is the one that made my icon on this livejournal.

I just had to share such a wonderful and flattering email.
I marked out all info as to his identity and location, but left the rest in tact to share.

Dear Mistress:

This is your newest admirer from XXXXXXXXXXX who is looking
forward
to my appointment on XXXXXXX. and being subjected to
your
most humbling treatment with the voice, the whip, the paddle, the
sound, electro
shock, and so on. I will be happy if I find that my level of tolerance
to
your methods is making you happy.

I visited your website for more than two hours last night and came
away with
a totally new perspective of your talents. I realize you need such as I
to
stimulate your creativity is developing you various applications that
leave no
doubt you are blessed with the genius for developing unique methods and
instruments for inflicting paid that can on y make stronger our will to
resist and
thus give you greater happiness.

I can hardly wait to receive that first of many slaps on my buttocks,
marking
them as though they carry your brand. My cock and asshole are looking
forward
to similar favors. I’m sure the resulting black and blue tints
covering my
most intimate areas will for days serve as throbbing reminders that
they belong
to you to be punished as you see fit. I will be sorry to have them
return to
normal. However, I must from now on remember that normal is with your
markings.

May I humbly request that once your needs for expression on my body
parts
have been fulfilled, I be permitted to suffer at your talented hands or
those of
you nurses such special developments as penile electro-shock, sounds,
and
anal electro-stimulation. I can feel that big sounds rod going further,
farther,
further and further into my cock right now. Bet I can take a big one
right off.

As you requested, I will call the day before to reconfirm my
appointment. I
wonder after studying your web page if just one hour is long enough.
Perhaps we
should make it ninety minutes. I’m eager to undergo treatment by your
staff
of apparently talented nurses.

Incidentally, though I know you don’t require it, the afternoon before
I
stand before you I will have had my public hair removed by waxing. Sort
of a
salute to you.

Should you need to get in tough, my phone number is XXXXXXXXXXX.

Your most obedient slave to be.

XXXXXX

Mistress Genevieve
http://msgenevieve.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevievesslaves
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevieve
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sincitysyrens
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/storyvillestarlettesburlesque
http://groups.msn.com/NewOrleansSMFetishCommunity
http://groups.msn.com/NewOrleansDominatrix

Today my father and I spent the day in the quarter after having dinner.

My dad is giving me his old digital camera this next week since he bought a kick ass one while we were out today. He told me that now that he is divorced I won’t have to share such hand me downs with my step brother and sister…then we both realized that this also means, as his only hier I will inherit all his realestate.

I know such talk seems selfish, but it’s just practical.

He was planning to open a swingers/nudist resort, but since he was divorced it is a long delayed plan. Being like minded, I wouldn’t mind having a BDSM resort. Such things could go hand in hand. That is some long and far off day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAUDIA!!!

Well, today was a great day.
“empty” brought in the mail when he arrove on my door step. In it was a card of thanks from someone who came here last week with $100 in it.

Things got progressively better from there.

I had a great session. He was a novice, and came here with the wrong thing in mind but I pursueded him that with out sex he could recieve the intensity and release and possibly more than achieved from vanilla acts. I was right and, he left with a new perspective.

From there things still got better.

I had already talked to R. earlier, when “empty” and I were at the grocery store, before the session…when the session was over he called back again.

It turns out that R. talked to Sabrina Belladonna. He told her he was bringing me to Los Angeles for the weekend of the Bondage Ball, and she invited us to her fetish dinner party the next night.

He also said he bumped into “Latex Max”, who I had hung out with quite a bit, sharing a love for lubed up latex at Dressed to Thrill 7 in Las Vegas last month…he told Max I was coming to town and Max said a fond “Hello”. To bad I lost the thank you card with his email address…but that can certainly be remedied when I bump into him at the Bondage Ball.

And to end a wonderful day, Mistress Lucia and I rented 2 really good movies. We watched 50 First Dates and The Order. She passed out after 50 First Dates.

I, yet again, left restless.

So I talked to the guy I like in LA. He called 3 times last night.

I still haven’t even kissed him, even after a weekend in Vegas, and sleeping in the same bed after falling asleep late one night talking.

He is a super nice guy…to the point you have to just pinch yourself. 36 years old, professional, day job he works running a group home for troubled kids, and political job on the side of that in his city politics. As if that wasn’t nausiatingly nice, he actually can bullwhip like a mad man.

I am curious, yet I have been phobic of romantic involvements lately. What will this trip to LA be like?

Ugh,
My sissy maid is on the way over. I must dash to pay the water bill, then back home to pack for the photo shoot, then off to Fi Fi Mahoney’s to get my make-up done by Rhea, then off to the shoot.

“prissy” should be able to pick me up by then, and then she will be back to cleaning the house, which she didn’t finish before my appointments yesterday.

This weekend was a glassblower’s convention in New Orleans, and Saturday Night I runway modeled, with a few of the other girls in our Burlesque show, for the Contemporary Arts Center’s Glass Fashion show.
First Leather, then latex, then Vinyle, and Metal…now glass clothing.

After the fashion show I ran off with Spooky to see Natasha and Alison perform at One Eyed Jacks’ Red Hot Burlesque Invasion. I got to see a few Burlesque performances from Panty Raid, and Bonnie Dunn and Bunny ? and a couple of others from around the country.

I was pooped on Friday from Thursday’s show, and Sunday I rested from Saturday’s antics. I also had to give “empty” his birthday spankings…he definitely didn’t make it through the 52.

I interviewed a new sissy maid. With my crazy schedule and huge playspace, and several others that use my dungeon, as well as my shows and travels I found that i need a slave such as this new “prissy” offers to be, who can be a maid and valt and keep the tight ship maintained…I used to not be so swamped and have the time to do it myself.

prissy starts the trial period tomorrow.