Damn, I was on the phone with R last night, expecting a harmless night at home when Blake calls and says he is paying My way into the Cramps if I can be ready quick.

I rushed R off the phone, and was out the door.

The bad part comes in when I bump into a hot lesbian friend that I have had a crush on forever…I asked her where he girlfriend was and she said she was dumped. The first words out of My mouth were, “Let’s celebrate!”.

So with that as My que I planted one on her so hard that we flew back to the ground on the steps of House of Blues making out. I took her down stairs to hang out with Scary Kerry, Mark, ad Myself, just so I could make out with her all night.

Damn, I had been waiting for that hottie to be single.

Now I am hours away from the Playboy interview, and trying to get rid of this ringing in My ears and throbbing pain in My knees from us hitting the floor when I first kissed her.

I need a chiropractor and a shot of B12.

PMS doesn’t help.
I just got a call from Mistress Maxine from New York. She is lost in the quarter and looking for food. I sent her to the Country Flame for cheap mexican.

Just a week and a half til Empress Asia is here.

I got a second call from House of Shock, asking that I perform this years haunted house’s pre-house stage show, yet I told them to call Me back when I was back from Tampa.

I have to prepare My show for Halloween at Elise’s Playground, so I need a subby for that since miss Trixie la Boom aka slavegirl babykat is busy.

After all this internet hoop-la I am off to exercise a bit before prepping more for the Playboy shoot tomorrow.

I missed the shoot for the TV pilot I was supposed to work on completely, so they shot just the villains and not the Detective I was cast as. I may catch up with him in Las Vegas this winter to complete his shooting needs.

I still have to work on My lecture for Dom Con, and I haven’t even picked a subject.

Berlin is a life saver!!!

We called My airline after the run around I was getting on all flights out of Tampa, changed the departure city to Orlando, drove to Orlando and put Me on the first available flight.

My slave was actually in Orlando on a later flight that arrove the same time I came in, so I had a ride from the airport…funny how things work out.

And now I have just booked our tickets together for DomCon in Atlanta in November (the 11th-14th).

I am all hyped up for Dom Con because this is the first time I will be a Guest of Honor, rather than a Special Guest or Industry Attendee. I was a Special Guest and Lecturer at the last event.

I still have to get this house and Myself together for PlayBoy and call them first thing in the morning to let them know I got back sooer than the rescheduled flight.

Well, it is 30 miles away from here.
There is a work shop in an hour that we all want to see, but we are in the over flow hotel.
Check out is in an hour.

I may be stranded here.

Last night I had a blast at Fetish Factory. The ashtray slave smokey from My site showed up to the club and was luckily used by Domina Athena, Domina Betka Shpitz, Anegla Ryan, Juliette and Myself.
At one point we had 4 of us cherry teasing, blowing smoke in his and Athena’s slave punchee’s face and ashing in his mouth. At one point punchee was down on his hands and knees with his face at Athena’s feet, and I was kicking his balls to the beat of the music. I felt like I was doing jazzercise.

Earlier Athena and I had too much fun at punchee’s expense. I had pictures taken by Mistress Veronica (who I work with in Los Angeles) while torturing him to living hell. It had been a long time coming. We didn’t have a formal dungeon environment, but the table in the hotel worked just fine. His poor balls were spread apart with My “pirahna clips” around each thigh and up to his wrist, and he was set where his attempts to flail his wrists in pain would further rip his balls around his thighs. We jhad caned that ass, ripped his holey tighty whitey’s of him, tortured his already ripped up niplles, cock and balls. And we also made his ass have a lasting fond memory of us to keep him in check through the evening while his tight latex pants compressed and squeezed his swollen flesh with each step.

The show by Jean Bardot *aka* Rubberella at Fetish Factory was the hottest I had seen, with her rubber slut in a huge latex ball and lubing the ball that burst then the hot slave came out to worship her huge latex inflatable breast. Julie Simone did a brief rope scene and The Spider with her blonde hot Little Miss Muffet, and their was a number by Emily Marilyn.

We all made it out the door at the close of the club, seeing a parade of fine latex make it’s way out of the doors. We caught up with Julie Simone who had no idea how she and her girlie were getting back to our hotels so she rode with us.

This morning I woke exhausted. My body is about to fall apart, and I made it down to the Con just early enough to attend the workshop on hand and foot bondage that Julie Simone gave, and long enough to get some good hemp rope for bondage, new urethral sounds, get some lunch and return to the room to sleep the day away.

There is another huge fetish party tonight hosted by Darla Crane. I have to question whether I have it in Me to attend since I check out tomorrow, and I have been traveling for almost 2 weeks straight.

I am just hoping that this Hurricane skips oveer Tampa and allows Me to leave on schedule, and that I don’t miss the shoot for the TV pilot I am doing and the SexCetera interview for Playboy TV.

I also have to hope it spares My slave “empty”, he is stranded in Orlando while I am in Tampa, and the airports have been closed down.

It is Fetish Factory tonight, as well as something at the Masquerade…Darla Crane’s party at Club Czar is tomorrow.

I got in My latex and I am rearing to go after Domina Athena and I shoot some video with slave punchee.

So, one more night left in Tampa before I fly out, back home hopefully before this Hurricane hits. This means I miss the big ball on Sunday night

So, blah blah blah, and all that shit. So, I guess it is on with the party.

How many faces do I see from last weekend here. There is Sea, Persephone, and Phil.
How many that I chat with on LJ? There is Berlin, BabyDoll, Persephone (again), and so many more.
How many people do I know here from other chatting, or meeting in Texas or Los Angeles? Betka, Ahthena, Isabella Sinclaire, Jim Groves (who I made an instant connection with his wife while at Donna Ricci’s weenie roast in LA) la la la, lots of people. Even My old neighbor Kendra James.

I even had My little brother hanging out with us at the party last night…yes, My biological little brother. I kept telling him I was going to tie him up and call it “family bonding” and throw him to a pit of Dommes…aren’t I so kind?

Well, today I was up at 6am. I woke Athena’s slave punchee and went to breakfast.

I have a little toilet bitch here, and I really had to pee last night at the bar, so I snuck off to a hotel room and nearly drown him. He underestimated My bladder capacity.

The boy I last shot a video with in LA is here, and he has been one pushy bottom. I haven’t played with him yet, but perhaps when I am ready he will have learned not to be so pushy. Hint to subbies, the more you push, the more3 a dommes is going to take her sweet ass time.

I wonder if I am going to be stuck in Tampa due to the hurricanes headed here for Sunday?

Domina Athena has mentioned having Me come to Dallas for a guest performance with Burlesque on the Fringe.

I have been really thinking about how I need to put a page in this DomCon’s program, and work on some of the stuff ASAP, and I guess today is a good day to start, seeing as Cyan is here. I think I need to decide on My lecture for this DomCon too.

I need your phone numbers, and I don’t have them for this weekend in Tampa…so call Me 504-220-3770

So much to do, so little time.

I still have to pack for tomorrow morning’s flight. I have to verify My flight info, ready this house, and make a few last calls.

I also am tying up a few loose ends the best I can for Playboy. They rescheduled with Me so many times, and now the final date is right in the middle of a hell week.

I am so exhausted with My travels and schedule that even My eyes have matching luggage.