How come it’s always when you are busy that evveryone calls. I had message after message from the time I started session till it ended.

I have one more hour of session today…I am exhausted, and I imagine I will sleep like a baby after this one.

I have a cold.
I woke at 7am to get a few things done with “empty”, now I have a very intense 7 hour session…after that I have an hour and a half to have dinner before the next session is booked.

I really wish my nose would quit running and my throat would stop hurting.

If it weren’t for bills and rent this $1000 I made today would be able to cover a fifth to a tenth of what I want to save up to move…

Then there is the fact that Mistress Natasha owes me $100 of last months cellphone bill, which in just a couple of days will be even more due to it being time for the new billing cycle.

Then I have to concider that on top of my usual monthly bills there is food and lodging on my Tampa trip, and food on the Houston trip, food and lodging on the Atlanta trip, advertising, and god knows what other unforseen money pits.

I was really haing a great dream of trying on all these latex outfits, getting all lubed up in silicon…then some weird alien larva came a long and tried to eat everything and kept getting bigger and bigger…it ate a chair I was holding up to ward it off, it ate my cat, and it managed to eat a latex glove from my hand…why couldn’t I just be able to sleep through the night with sweet dreams of latex and lube?

My old theater coach Basil Thomas gave Me the award for being his best student, and his mentor and the person who paid for his college was Mae West…he always saw a lot of her in Me…he died the summer after I took his course.

Va-Va-Voom! You’re inner Bombshell is Mae West.
You’ve definitly got a lot of wit, a lot of
smarts, and you know how to use people to your
advantage. Ever heard the phrase “doesn’t
take any crap from anybody”? Well that’s
you! Just like Mae you never want to settle
down, and can’t imagine being with just one man
for the rest of your life. You don’t care about
conventions and have no filter from your brain
to you mouth. Check out the movie “She
Done Him Wrong” to see your inner
bombshell in all her voluptuous glory!

Who is your inner bombshell?
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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.