Happy 50th birthday to My mother.

I must admit, no one ever taught Me as much about torture as she did. It was she that taught Me of “sheeting”, the Victorian torture used in mental institutions. She is the one that taught me about Venus in Furs by Leopold von Sacher Masoch. She is the one who taught me of the Marquis de Sade. She even gave Me a custom made spike collar that belonged to her when I had my first professional domination session. She is the one who introduced Me to punk rock music, Diamanda Galas’ music, Nick Cave’s solo career and so much more. She is the epitomy of “cruel to be kind”.

I am finally starting to see results. Mistress Natasha had warned me that it was just My period making Me look as if it weren’t working.

I have My slaves all geared and focused on health and physique lately as well.

For a subculture based on discipline it sure seems to lack discipline on all levels.

I have successfully lived without bread, pasta, potatoes, carrots, fruit and sugar for weeks now. I have substituted sushi nori (seaweed) in the place of bread. Instead of sushi I have sashimi or a seafood salad.

I constantly exercise through out the day. I hoola hoop, bike ride/walk, dance, and workout everyday.

I drink nothing but water and lots of it. Unless I have got unsweetened soy milk. I rarely allow Myself a sugarfree Mountain Dew or sugarfree Red Bull.

I have a ton of vitamins I take each day.

I think if I expect My slaves to be health conscious and start to take better care of themselves then I should lead by example.

I want to be able to walk into a store and have every out fit I find cute flatter Me and fit.

This is the day I go on 106.7 The END fm radio.
I don’t even listen to the radio but this is my 4th time on the air in the last few months.

Ugh, then it is off to the DMV because I lost my ID and I will be needing it for my flight to Houston and Tampa this month.

Attention Houston, if baby cat doesn’t fly out to meet me I will be needing a boy or girl to join me on stage at the Houston Fetish Ball.

Hmmm, there was no journal entry for yesterday for this slave. I spoke to him last night…he will have to pay for that later…usually he is such a good boy.

I skipped Southern Decadence on Saturday night, and just went to a movie, hung out at the Dervish and One Eyed Jack’s briefly.

But today, I turned into a lobster.
We got to the quarter right on time for the start of the parade. Buddha, Jay Hova, slave empty, Mistress Penelope and I kept walkig about the parade. We lost Penelope and Buddha to their ow adventures, only to find Penelope and meet up with Master Jin when he got off work.

I am so exhausted I don’t even think I can stay awake to call the massage boy I had lined up.

Now, Buddha and Jay Hova have drive back to Houston…I have the house to Myself. Tomorrow I have peace and quiet and I think I will play with “empty” since he and I have limited time together. He says he doesn’t know what he will do when I leave, that I have ruined him for anyone else.
I wonder what happened to Mistress Samantha and her slave. They were supposed to session and video shoot in My dungeons, but I haven’t heard from them.

Let’s see. Since June this is the 3rd radio show I will have been on, and there was another one I did in March.

Tuesday morning at 7:30 a.m. keep your dial turned to 106.7 am The End.

I got the call for it just yesterday. The Chef Duke and Rock show really like calling me in, they requested me 3 times but I could only accept twice…but they passed my ame and number along to the producer of this morning show on an alternative rock station, recommending them to call me.

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I know a little boy in LA that better have a box of tampons on hand, because it is that time. And another “vampire-red-wing-bitch” elsewhere in the country that should be ready to get a package in the mail.

I believe that sould have slaves should have sympathetic periods. If I cramp bad then they should be prepared to have cramping induced by cool and large volume enemas.

Those who are lucky enough to be here may end up with a ruby red version of “chinese water torture”.

For fun I could dress in My fetish nun’s habit and we could role play a demon mass, where I give a mock of Ash Wednesday.

In the class room I could dress as the teacher and make you finger paint, or finger paint on you in it.

Due to My Atkins chocolate is off limits.
But spa trips, foot worship and pedicures will certainly make Me feel better.

So start calling foot sluts, because for a few days I will want pampering even more than usual.

My new slave in Los Angeles who I plan to be a live-in (which is rare for me) has been instructed in his next list of instructions.

He is a very good slave thus far, but this boy must prove himself.
In my training I have a goal of not just owning him and having me serve him as a FemDom, but I want to instill certain practices that keep him completely humbled and respectful of women for all the things our hormones and society puts us through.

here is today’s little expansion on my instructions…

“Trust Me, you will learn to control the male urges.

I am going to set up a schedule of confession for Sundays and Wednesdays…
at which point each misdeed or misconduct will result in a minute of kneeling on rice, since I can’t very well physically discipline from this distance by disciplinary spankings…but these types of play are far more humiliating and therefore more interesting for my enjoyment.

I was very impressed with your eating habits, and already acceptible and disciplined lifestyle. It seems the way you conduct your diet and daily life needs no reprimand and restructure…not to say I might not devise some variant just for my own pleasure I recieve as a dominant slave owner.

I will be wanting you to obtain a small buttplug, and have you insert it before and retain it while you sleep. This instruction begins on the 9th, immediately prior to your being allowed to ejaculate for the first time in a week of sexually frustrating orgasm denial at your own hand.

I also need you to obtain an enema bag. On Sunday nights you will be required to cleanse internally…depending on the confessions I have heard from the week, you might expect very cold water, or prolonged retention as a further punishment for misconduct or misdeeds.

From now on you will also sit down on the toilet at every point of urination during the day. This is in honor and tribute to women, and their ways.

I also want you to get a box of tampons, because on my days of menstration you will be more than sympathetic. I will notify you when that is. Depending on my suffering each month, not only will you wear a tampon to share my discomfort…if my cramps are excessive you will have additional enemas of cosiderable retention time and size and other specific instruction so you will share in my excrutiating pain.

Though you will have certain pleasures and indulgences when I am so generous, if I am in pain you better bet you will suffer with me.”

Due to R. and me constantly talking late into the night and several times a day, every day, I still haven’t gotten back to New Orleans time. He annd I wake at the same time, and go to sleep at the same time, only for him it isn’t nearly 5 in the morning.

I must say he is the most honest, kind and well put together person I have ever met, both inside and out.

I don’t think I’m in love. I am just in awe because just when I start getting negative about the world around me…he really gives me hope that not all of the world is flakey, stupid, diseased, dirty and corrupt…just by being who he is.

I felt as amazed the second I met him at DomCon as I do now.

All my friends in LA that know him constantly keep telling me how amazing he is, which I didn’t even need to be told. In fact some of my closest friends in LA are people that he introduced me to in Las Vegas in May.

To say we are close friends is true but somehow lacking. I am totally phobic of the “boyfriend” word and it seems to imply some monogamous vow that doesn’t exist between us. “Lovers’ sounds so gay. “Fuckbuddies” sounds so more exciting than it is…I don’t even think I want to know what it would be called, so why do I keep trying to peg it?

Damn him for waking me up about an hour ago. I told him a bedtime story just a short bit ago, now he’s a sleep and I can’t sleep. It would be so much easier if my bed weren’t empty.

And now I just keep thinking about those black leather pants and double bullwhips cracking.