I have a ton of the medical room packed, and the cbt devices, rope and nipple devices are all in traveling storage containers so I can still use them, but easily re-pack them. I even have a convient case for the over 60 canes and crops.

I have sent off the books to the neighbor, aside from My box of sketchbooks and My huge box of BDSM literature. I still have to box My tremendous collection of fetish magazines.

I am getting rid of all of My kitchen except the microwave and electric can openner.

I still have to pack the full dungeon, but I will wait for that till I have all My dungeon rentals pass. I have to get the exercise equipment broken down. The dungeon furnishings need to be broken down and sold off.

I have 4 rugs than need homes, which I may just send them to “empty’s” house to store till I find out what My apartment in Los Angeles will be like.

I still need to know who likes Living Dead Dolls, because I need to find a home for all of them.

Empress Asia got a break in Her busy day of “manhandling” men and got a ride down to My house so We could head to the quarter together before She put the next burly wrestling boy in a vise.

I took Her to Coop’s place for the undeniably best jambalya in the city, We took a stroll through the French Market & Jackson Square, and ate beignets.

After a week of rain it was like the clouds had parted just so We could enjoy our afternoon.

Too bad She has to rush back to NYC in the morning,, and I have to continue the packing for LA.
Atleast I can save all those unpleasantries till after My nap.

One month till DomCon Atlanta. This is the first time I will have been to Atlanta…
it seems like great fun.

I have to pack these bags, because the whole house will be packed and there won’t be a way to get back into My stuff if I forget something.

I will have to have 1 suitcase for My boots and shoes, another for My daily wear, which is the same clothes I will have with Me for the first week of Los Angeles, and another suitcase full of fetish clothes. I want to go to the French market and get one of the matching sets, since right now I have only My stroller suit case, and am borrowing Mistress Natasha’s.
She will need hers because she is coming to California at Christmas.

I also have two stroller toy cases that are very heavy.

Atleast “empty” is going to Atlanta with Me, because he carries next to nothing and that means I can check 2 extra bags in place of his.

God, lugging this luggage will be as cumbersome as when Carla Wild and I went to Las Vegas for Dressed to Thrill7.

I talked to Veronica (from the Dominion) last night. That girl needs a travel buddy, lol. Maybe I’ll suggest that we travel together since we got along fine when I found her walking about Fetish Con in Tampa not knowing which hotel she was in, and not having a way to reach the people she was rooming with since they were on a flight. I just took her and her bags to our room, and offered to let her stay there if she never found her friends. Damn!, that was nothig compared to her recent trip to London…lol. She definitely needs a travel buddy, either that or a palm pilot!

Thanks to Denver I have come to know that the link was wrong for my fetish stuff and pn-up stuff on www.cafepress.com/msgenevieve
I think I put in the extra dot com because my site is msgenevieve.com
that and having had a 12 pack of diet mountain dew over the last 3 days…

I had a little fun last night. I got one of those little on line shops, and made some merchandise of a couple of My sketches, and the last Pin-ups I did.

There are some that are actually little slogans, rather than art and photography.

There are calendars, hats, buttons, bags, mugs and all sorts of stuff.
Don’t you want to have a pin-up calendar of Me on your wall?

There are cuckoldress shirts, cuckoldress thong panties, Smart Assed Masochist shirts, Bottom Topper shirts and other stuff for the scene with out My image or My art on it.

I will probably make some other ones when I dig through My old sketchbooks. I have so many of them.

So drop in http://www.cafepress.com/msgenevieve

I also will eventually have media disks on there for you boys that would like to have cam files, and audio files and pics of Me for your very own private viewing.

Mistress Genevieve Brown-Georgiev
for phone domination call 1800-863-5478 extention 0376164
for financial domination call 1800-863-5478 extension 0463039
http://msgenevieve.com
http://www.niteflirt.com/MsGenevieve
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevievesslaves
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevieve

A session this morning, despite the crazy stalker guy. I just deposited $300 in the bank, so after I mail off all these checks for bills there will still be over $2000 in the bank. And I have another session.

The way I estimate this all going…By the time I leave for Dom Con I will have $5000 to $6000 saved for the move…I will take off for a month to LA to set up, and return around Christmas to pick up my equipment and take it all back to LA.

The place Drew is working out for me is only about $500 a month-$600 a month in the heart of Hollywood. It is small but it will do for this transition phase…it’s nicer and cheaper than the first place I had here when I moved out on George.

With in a year and a half here I had a huge 2 rooms, so I imagine that I can get back up to that in about a year in LA, it took 2 years for me to be up to 3 rooms, by 3 years to make it 6 rooms of dungeon, and this town is impoverished and sessions cost less.

It will be nice to not have every session here, and get more privacy.

There were more calls today from that freak…but I called back after a bit and informed the people that owned the phone that if they allow him to use the phone and this problem continues that they will have cops on their porch and it will cause them unnecessary problems.

He keeps calling under different names. I am seriously thinking about buying a Louisville slugger and waiting for him to give me a reason to take my stress out on him…all I need is for him to try to get in this house…reports have been made.

See, I am actually a sweet person as far as not starting shit…but I save it all up and wait for the annual bastard that deserves his has taught a lesson, and he gets all the other aggression I have been trying to keep controled.

The simple rule…I am a great girl, just don’t piss me off. Very straw that broke the camel around here.

Well, it was the first one in more than 11 years of profession sessions…(aside from one that Michelle Fury and I ran off and found him trying to do felonious chemicals in My house and waskicked out immediately about 6-7 years ago) I had a crazy person show up for an appointment.

I had to call 911 today, and I never saw the cops come so fast.

The minute the fruitcake came through the door he started getting all agro claiming to be the next president of the USA. He wore a dirty cheap suit and had a black eye and the second I saw him I said “Is that how you come here? You are a mess!” Once he spoke his psychotic paranoid delusions were confirmed a possitive!

I matter of factly turned him around and marched him out the door…he started sitting on the prosh and throwing things…mad that I wouldn’t take him in and spank him. I looked out the window on the front door and he got up and screamed at me through the glass as I called the cops.

The cops came and asked too many questions as to why he was here…so I just laid it on the line…”He wanted a spanking…and that is what I do, he called an ad.” They laughed and told me to keep up the good work before they went after him.

To cover up my role in this would only make the reality seem like fiction and start to make me look like I was doing something wrong…honesty is the best policy.

It was a lady cop and a guy cop…and she was pretty so most of you boys would have been thrilled to see her knowing smile and laugh in the uniform with her handcuffs on her hip.

Crazies don’t scare me really, it’s the ones that are sociopathic yet totally cognant of their malice, yet they don’t care. He just pissed me off that he wasted my time, and put me in an awkward moment with the cops questioning me…no harm done…but he needs to be in a nice padded room, where they will drug and delouse him. No longer a harm to himself or others.

I went with Natasha to her work, then went to Aunt Tiki’s to spend time with My friend Brian before this move…he was being a crabby bitch…and I know why…poor Brian.

I wasn’t to very motivated to get off the stool and ride the bus home, and because Mistress Natasha’s bike was stolen I didn’t ride My bike so I could join her on the streetcar. Luckily Seal came in, and she lives blocks from Me, so I wated till the heavy rains stopped and rode home with her and Boone.

It was nice, just a few good people and a rain shower…watching “Once Upon a Time in Mexico” and “Chicago”, people playing board games on the bar, and music on the juke bnox…come to think of it I am describing the recroom of any Mental Institution. Well the Quarter is one big incestuous funnyfarm. I like low key nights like that…but I miss the days of the Hideout…when it was rowdy, the jukeboy was better, we had Candace, Todd Pamela, Avo and Wendy…women danced on the bar as Prince would sing “Pussy Control” and we all had “Red Headed Sluts”. And we thought there wasn’t much to do in New Orleans back then…we took so much for granted…now we have this deep recession and look at us…all that we had has closed down or gone to the dogs. Everyone has moved away.

Walking down Bourbon ST. I saw an amazing new scene of unbathed, homeless panhandling gutter punks…all in the clothes that are so dirty that they start to match in different shades of the same colors…whites reds greens browns and blacks all seem to turn some weird shade of brown-green on them from dirt, body oils, filth and nicotine…yum.

And for a gutter punk joke:
“How do you get a gutter punk girl pregnant?”
“Cum in her boots and let the flies do the work.”

This town depresses Me.