Goddamn, It seems like I am getting gifts everyday lately.

Yesterday, I recieved some sexy black patent leather 8 inch open toe stilettos and a pink rubber corset (too large).

Today, I recieved a box of Godiva truffles, 2 gold rings, gold earings, and 2 bottles of Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds.

Just the other day I was given 2 bottles of champagne and 2 bottles of wine, and another day I was brought wine also…it is good to be queen.

I am so exhausted. I had a lovely steak dinner at Houston’s for lunch, and then came home for a busy day in the dungeon.

I just got my computer back from a neighbor who fixed it, and am waiting on the real computer to get in because this laptop computer, even though it is fixed, is a piece of shit, and the monitor is wearing out.

Over all yesterday and today have been great.

Last night I had another session with one of my “repeat-offended”.
He he he. poor little one had gotten aroused by ballbusting on-line and requested we explore that amongst the ways I cared to entertain myself by torturing him. Such a noble fantasy…but the reality of it is only logical. Every man in the world has been racked at one time or another so why are they so surprised when they get ball busted?

I started off lightly, slapping and increasing the force, as well as playing other cbt games, but once the first light kicks started he was on that safe word like white on rice…silly boy ballbusting hurts no matter if you warm up or not.
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So, today I spent the day in the cemetary in a photoshoot, despite the rain.

I am very precocious as a model so this was the second time I have stirred up a wasp’s nest in a shoot. Luckily, this time I wasn’t stung by wasps…but I was burnt by the fireworks I bought to play with in the shoot. The embers blew on my forearms and palms while playing with the sparklers.

I can’t wait to see the pics I shot that i might use in an add. They are where I am reading my “Anarchist’s Cookbook” and The text would read “Mistress Genevieve-World Dominatrix plotting World Domination”.
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Tomorrow is loaded with dungeon rentals, rehearsals and a birthday party so I guess no more photos in the ran for a bit.

Ah, yesterday I had just the type of scene I needed.

Rope bondage is like meditation…
balance, fluidity, art, beauty, and I really love when someone who is coming to session, and says that the like bondage and only bondage…

I love all areas of play that I do, but I find that anything more than 15 minutes of rope tying is too much for many masochists…where as I have been known to take 600 feet of rope and tie knots for about 4 hours with the right tight-roped slut.

Mistress Natasha hadn’t gone home since the party the night before and she often says she wants to learn more about rope from me, so she had a chance being in the right place and the right time with the right subby.

I had him fully roped and harnessed down to his toes, and then I strung him from the suspension frame.

He had brought a bottle of wine when he arrived…so afterwards Mistress Natasha was quick to pop the cork and poor 3 glasses, and he stayed with us an additional hour chatting and relaxing before having to drive home.

Afterwards Mistress Natasha decided she wasn’t in the mood to go home so her sister came over and we all watched “House of 1000 Corpses”, ordered some delivery dinner and had some of the wine still left in the fridge.

Right before the end of the movie it seemed Mistress Natasha had fallen asleep, and that is nothing short of simulated death in her case…so I decided to go to bed myself.

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The night before last was my party. Mistress Penelope was too fatigued to make it (she is here now)…but we did have Mistress Natasha, Carla Wild and her slut, and all the other guests aside from my slave and “Mr. Born Hard” seemed to be women. This is odd for me, since I am used to quite a few of my parties ending up with me being the only woman, or only dominant woman in the bunch. It wasn’t until Club FEM and I threw parties together that I got other Femme Dommes to enjoy the festivities with.

Afterwards we went to this new posh Jazz Hooka bar to meet up with friends, before returning to Colette’s Swingers club with them.

I was pretty unnerved by the sight of one club goer who was giving an unsafe brutal flogging…even more so because that person earlier came up to me asking to work in my dungeon.

Mistress Kendra was with us too, and she was even more unsettled by the fact that this woman had been inadvertantly flinging pre-cum accross the room in the process.

Tomorrow I will finally meet Mistress Penelope from New york…my schedule has been so screwy that I haven’t bee able to rent the dungeon to her, and she has bee trying for a couple of days.

I am trying to streamline around here…
I know my schedule is hectic, but there are some changes I can make to get things running smoother, but to do so I also have to start trying to get things beyond my control to run smoother and more efficiently…meaning the burlesque show. So many hours set aside to rehearse…1, I improve most of my stuff
2, it always starts an hour late, and the certai people duck out early leaving no time in which we are all together actually working on the group number, or doing more than chatter.

I also am trying to reclaim this house after my youngest cat finally was fixed. I just threw out my futon he destroyed with his nasty kitty balls. I also had to toss a chair and pillows due to that little bastard.

Another change to increase efficiency is clearing out all the useless clutter that has been piling up since I broke my collar bone. It is mostly made up of crafts from costume making, old mail, cds, notebooks and sketchbooks.

I love moving the furniture about, replanning and organizing…but it gets old midstream.

Since I am always writing, I am always reading too. I research psychological contributing factors to fetishes all the time, and a fetish I seem to have even as a dominant is feet.

It is one of the most common fetishes and it is deep rooted throughout the history of tons of cultures…

I found this foot fetish test…
http://pages.prodigy.net/abelg/fetish3.htm

Do you have a foot fetish? When did you first notice your own tendencies? What are your favorite foot activities?

As a woman I love shoes, pedicures and massages…as a sadist I love to do bastinado, pop ruber bands on their soles, trample, pinch nipples with my toes, tickle thier feet…I also have been known to do thigs to slaves, like spread peanut butter and jelly on my feet and telly them for lunch they were having a peanut butter and jelly foot sandwhich and they had to eat it completely off till I was no longer sticky. I love to slap with my feet, and I even found pictures in an old sketchbook from my highschool years where the whole page was a foot dipping in a pool and a drop of water falling from the big toe.

My bathroom has tons of pedicure tools and foot baths…
I also remember a foot fetish/fashion photo shot by John Waters for Vogue or Elle that I had pinned to the wall in the office of a pro-dungeon I used to work at about 8 years ago.

I even remember admiring my mothers feet all through childhood…she had amazing arches where her feet looked like Barbie Doll feet. My last fiancee had the same type of arches.

Mistress Genevieve Brown-Georgiev

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I am wrapping up my writing of the “Cleaning and Caring for your toys” lecture.

It is appauling how manytimes I have been in dungeons where there was no care given to the leather equipment, no condoms used on the sex toys, and other highly questionable practices of toy hygien.

It seems that sorces are in conflict on the disinfecting of leather…
One will tell you never to use acohol, while another recommends you to soak the surface in it.

In actuality, alcohol isn’t as effective as this scene gives it credit for…If anyone ever paid attention to my travel tackle box of BDSM toys…I have a small spray bottle always on hand with not just rubbing alcohol but 15% of the liquid contained is bleach.

Many people I have seen never clean leather at all…and then others fear the distruction of their toys…
People, leather should regularly be conditioned as well as the alcohol ad disinfecting that can dry it excessively!!!

I wish hospital sanitizers weren’t so hard to aquire and so friggin’ expensive…but then again such prevention of the spread of disease is far less expensive than the potential complications arrising from staph, hepatitis, fungi, tuberculosis, and a long list of other ailments left by the numerous body fluids that potentially get on equipment.

Peni drip, vaginas ooze, they both occasionally squirt…then there is the toxins released in the skin while playing which often will contain an invisible or slightly visible tint of blood, and the sneezing, breathing, and other saliva/mucous transfers possible in this lifestyle.

Even more odd is that many people don’t think twice about using sex toys with out condoms. Even if this toy is used on only one person it is still advised that you cover it in a barrier. I even put a rubber glove over my body massager.

And a fright I have often encountered in my personal life is those who don’t think that a glove is neccessary in anal play if with their regular lover…hello, staph and other things live under finger nails…one scratch on the sensitive tissues of the anus and you welcome in a ton of diseases and infection. Much less the fact that cleaning thouroughly under fingernails is almost impossible and you could get fecal matter under then, wash them after and then wipe your eyes, pop a pimple, scratch an itch…and find out that washing still left behind this feces ad fluids, which now have incubated and entered your system in such a simple way.

You are an SRDL–Sober Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you a mob boss. You are the ultimate alpha person and even your friends give you your space. You can’t stand whiners, weaklings, schlemiels or schlemozzles. You don’t make many jokes, but when you do, others laugh out loud. They must.

People often turn to you for advice, and wisely. You are calm in a crisis, cautious in a tempest, and attuned to even the finest details. Yours is the profile of a smart head for business and a dangerous enemy.

You have a natural knack for fashion and occupy a suit like a matinee idol. Your charisma is striking and without artifice. You are generous, thoughtful, and appreciate life’s finer things.

Please don’t kick my ass.