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.

Mistress Genevieve Brown-Georgiev
1800-863-5478 extention 0376164
http://msgenevieve.com
http://www.niteflirt.com/MsGenevieve
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevievesslaves
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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.

Keep your journal daily…avoid personal pronouns and personal possessive pronouns
always refer to “slave” in lower case lettering and MISTRESS in capitals.

meditate this first week for 10 min in both morning and evening…Next week this time will be doubled, so you will need to wake up early enough to do so.
Start meditation by taking lots position with open palms up and back straight against a wall. breathe in through your nose for your natural count of ten trying to fill it till you can take no more…hold for a natural 5 count…exhale through mouth in a firm shhhhh sound with a solid force behind it. Picture yourself breathing in relaxation and out tension and clearing your mind

Follow each morning and evening meditation with 20 affirmations
repeating
“i am a slave, MISTRESS GENEVIEVE’S will is this slave’s pleasure
this body is MISTRESS GENEVIEVE’S possession and i will cherish and treat it as such
i will be patient for MISTRESS GENEVIEVE’S wisdom,
dedicated and focussed for MISTRESS GENEVIEVE’S approval
and obedient to MISTRESS GENEVIEVE’S orders.”

This week I want you to masturbate once every evening but do not cum…only masturbate this once a day…on the 9th of September you are allowed to cum…you must eat all of it.
Repeat this from the 10th of September to the 23rd. On the 23rd, you may cum again and eat it.
repeat this from the 24th of September till October 14th, you may cum on the 14th and eat it.
Repeat from October 14th through November 11th, on which you are allowed to cum and eat it.
November 11th through December 16th repeat this again, this is your final time to be allowed this…by this point I should be in LA and if you are trained to my liking by then it would be a fie time for a collaring ceremony…these aren’t the only things you will be instructed…just the first things.

I still have more to get aquainted with My slave and how he lives in LA before I am able to dictate his full day, but I have already started on some of My methods…

he is keeping a slave journal and I am keeping a Mistress’s journal.

I will soon know his schedule and how I desire him to go about the day, what to eat, methods of hygien.

I have already instructed him in a progressive program of meditation, affirmation, masturbation/orgasm denial to take place before I move to LA and have the collaring ceremony.

I really like this one. We share a lot of simularities in our passions and talents, and his enthusiasm to serve and attention to detail is refreshing.

Only two weeks till I return for a week to my hometown of Houston.

People in this town have no respect for your time. Today, I had not only my own sessions not show, but not the slightest bit of decency and courtesy as to call and cancel their pre-paid 6 hour dungeon rental. And because of this one of my sessions couldn’t be booked.

Enough of that rant…if I complained every time I have this happened in New Orleans I would have no time to get things done.

Anyways, with my impending move, my poor little “slave empty” is sad.

Today he came in to drop off laundry trying to joke about how he isn’t going to come do my laundry all the way in LA because it is too far away, and then said, “I don’t know what I am going to do when you leave. You have ruined me for everyone.”

He had told me that 2 years back, when I had come down with pnuemonia he had snuck off to session with another mistress in town. He was so ashamed and I laughed and laughed at him. He told me he was afraid I would punish him…I told him with the embarassment he felt and the dissatisfaction in the other Mistress’s session it appeared he had already been punished.

Since then my grip on him tightened. We have been through a lot. I even have had him in my service on trips to Florida and Los Angeles. He is the only slave I have ever allowed a key to my home.

He does piss me off and get on my nerves (I tend to be a bit demanding), but actually he has shaped up in the last few months and even amazed Domina Shannon with his servitude and respect.
He’s a good boy over all…but not enough to make me stay.

I didn’t even get dressed today. I just worked on my phone domination and laughed on the phone with some of my LA friends who were off to Torturella’s for a bar-b-que.

I was so lazy today that I didn’t even get dressed when my slave came for my laundry. So, lazy that I made him use his own key to leave.

Just something about a rainy day that I just want to curl up with the cats.