This shot is not just of me, but I think nicely sums up the whole Folsom Experience.

Yes, that’s a guy holding his dick behind my head. No, I have no idea he’s there. (My Master thought this was very funny!) Many guys walk around the fair entirely naked, or wearing just a cock-ring, or nipple rings, or a collar. Not many women do! Happily, most of the naked guys are gay, which means they don’t bother me at all — I think gay men should romp naked in the streets at every possible opportunity! But for some reason, the kinds of straight guys who choose to wander around naked are always the kinds of guys who just come off as a little slimy, the not cool kind of perverts.

Although I must say that this year I didn’t get my ass grabbed when we were in the crowd — people really seemed more polite this year. Folsom gets really crowded — there are parts of the street where it’s just a seething mass of people, with not more than two inches in between them, and all are pushing and shoving to get in their desired direction, which is generally the completely opposite one from the people around them! It’s pure chaos, but as you look around you, people are dressed in leather and latex and schoolgirl outfits and ponygirl gear and uniforms and, well, every fetish there is (including the guys walking around naked) and it’s really an amazing experience.

Anyway, in the shot above, I was just in between taking pictures. Here’s a couple of the shots I was taking. Since the “which do you like best post I did last week was so well received, I’ll ask your artistic opinions again, do you like the first one or the second one best?
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I’ve got Victorian spanking stories on the mind. I’ve been re-reading The Pearl, a long-time favorite, and I have to say that, with the exception of Janus magazine (and Blushes and Roue, too, of course!) Victorian erotica is what I will turn to when I want to read something that will get me drenchingly excited.

When I was about 17, I was stuck with my family in a vaction house over the summer. There were no friends around, and the locals my age had no desire to fraternize with a vacationer. So it was just me and my little sister, and we could get tired of each other’s company pretty fast.

But the house my parents had rented was full of bookshelves. So, being the bookwormy geek that I am, I settled down for a summer of reading other people’s books.

And then I found, innocently enough in a shelf with other random paperbacks, A Man with a Maid and that seriously effected the rest of my summer, which was then spent mostly in my room!

I didn’t have any sex toys, so I went looking around the house for some likely insertable, that no one would think was too strange if they found by my bed. Lo and behold, the table knives were these huge utensils, with sleek, rounded handles. They also curved nicely to one end, as if made to seek out a G-spot! So a knife was secreted by my bed, and I figured if Mom found it I could just tell her I’d been having a late-night snack, “And the knife just fell down there — I was wondering where it went! Couldn’t find it for the life of me!” (It would have been soooooo transparent, but happily my mother never found the furtive bed-side table knife!)

After I went off to college, I could more easily lay hands on erotic books (and keep them undiscovered!) so books like Beauty in the Birch, Frank and I and, The Yellow Room. These were read over and over, and cherished, and if I was a guy, the pages would have been sticky! (Although I’ve never fully understood that. What I do is read the story until I get to a fevered pitch, and then put the book down and replay scenes from it in my head whilst I masturbate. I don’t have enough hands to hold the book up, at the same time, and it would be awkward, anyway, which is not something I particularly desire at that very moment!)

While I was looking up my old favorites online, I discovered this one, and am ordering it right away — I had never heard of it before, and I’m so excited just by the title alone: Tales of Fun and Flagellation!

Kaya says, “It’s cunt week.”

And who am I to disagree with her?!

Also, my very bestest fan, Paul, has been quietly agitating for more pictures of me to show up in this blog, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone: a picture of my pink bits to make both Kaya and Paul happy campers! (And hopefully the rest of you will enjoy it, too!)

From lsgmodels.com
Gotta love the girdle and stocking action! Also, check out my sexy stilettos!
Bondage is by Midori and photography by Craig Morey.

What a wonderful weekend I’ve had! Play every day! But let me start with Friday night….

Our local dungeon was having a Victorian theme night. Since this is a serious fetish for me, my Master indulged me by agreeing to go (and dress up in a kilt for me! Phwoar!)

So in the evening, I took a bath and shaved off any undesired body hair (that being most of it!) and did my make-up, and got into as much of my period Victorian dress as possible on my own. Which wasn’t much: the chemise, corset (un-tightened), real silk stockings, and boots! When my Master got home, he tightened the corset (the man gets way too much delight from tight-lacing!), put on the petticoat, bustle pad, and then the skirt and bustle, and then finally the beautiful jacket.

For me, getting into this outfit is part of the foreplay, as the authentic period layers are put on me, I can feel myself sinking back in time, to be that modest Victorian lady who didn’t even want to expose her ankles (although half her bust was just fine!), who was helpless and submissive, who lived first under the command of her father, and then her husband. My favorite fantasies are of my skirts getting flipped up, and my virginal self being beaten and then “used vilely.”
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Actually, I’ve always found a spanking to feel more intense when I’m laced into a corset. Anyone else ever find that to be true for themselves…?

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My wonderful Master and I will be in England, prepping for the wedding, for the next 10 days.

So my posting will be sporadic. We will mostly be in areas with internet access, but we have a few lovely days planned in the countryside, nowhere near such modern amenities.

It’s really a working trip: he’s on a business trip, I have way-too-much work to do for the evil and despised jobby-job, and every spare moment will be sucked up with visiting the florist to finalize the order, getting a special license so my Master can marry the heather auslander [grins], and meeting the photographer to show him around our lovely wedding-day-location so he can get ideas for shots.

In other wedding-related news, I went for a fitting last Friday. The corset is done, and is frickin’ amazing. I was astounded when they laced me up, it’s so beautiful and gives me the most amazing shape! It’s my first custom corset from Dark Garden, and let me just say that the extra money a custom costs is really worth it!

Then they went to put on the muslin mock-up of the skirts, bustle, etc. (for those who don’t know, my dress is fully authentic Victorian, down to the bloomers) and I actually swooned!

I think it was because:

• I’d had a really stressful week
• I was taking zinc to fight off my Master’s cold, and that has made me dizzy before
• I had spent 3 days off my Wellbutrin (due to a stupid mix-up), and this was my first day back on it
• And, finally, because I locked my knees. Stupid! How many times have I been in rope bondage? I can’t even count them! What’s the first thing you learn? “Don’t lock your knees or you’ll pass out!”

Well, so I almost passed (I finally realized what was happening and let Autumn, the store owner and general goddess of corsets, know what was going on, and she got me unlaced in time.

It was actually really fascinating. At first I just felt kinda weird and ignored it. I mean, I’ve been tight-laced in performances on stage, working in the Dark Garden booth at the last two Folsom Fairs, and for photo shoots, and I’d never had a problem before, so why should I, now?

I kept feeling worse and stoicly ignoring it for some while, and then suddenly blackness started closing in on me, and it was all I could do to gasp, “I think I need to be unlaced!”

Autumn got me out of the layers and lacings faster than you could have thought possible. Then, suddenly, my body rushed with this wave of heat, and sweat poured off me.  I don’t generally ever drip sweat, even at the gym on a hot day.

Then, I got chilled. Probably because I was damp all over with sweat!

After I recovered, Autumn put me back gently into the corset, and we proceeded. No more swooning, although I still didn’t feel top-notch.

So, we’ve decided I probably won’t be tight-laced for the wedding. We don’t need me passing out at the altar! Even if this was totally anomalous, no need to take chances! I can tight-lace later, for the pictures. But now I know my mantra for my pre-wedding jitters: “Don’t lock your knees, don’t lock your knees…!”

It is amusing to me that the first time I get into a proper Victorian outfit, the first thing I do is swoon like a proper Victorian lady! Go me!

Happy Valentine’s Day from Dark Garden! The Valentine’s Day SALE from Feb. 8 through Feb. 14!

To celebrate this fun holiday with something longer-lasting and better for you than chocolate, come
down to the store and get 10% off all accessories, and 10% to 30% off selected garments! We have beautiful jewelry, satiny gloves, and sexy hosiery to dress up your new corset purchase. We have just gotten in the cutest array of ruffly panties and sheer mesh garter belts, as well as parasols and fans perfect for a romantic photo shoot!

To suit your needs, we are offering 10% off all custom corset orders during this time as well.

Need a last minute gift? Gift certificates purchased between February 8th and 14th will include a coupon for 10% off a custom corset order.

(These are the lovely people who are making my wedding dress, and one of my dearest friends works there. They are a wonderful independent, woman-run company and deserve to be supported. And, of course, they make astoundingly good corsets.)

Kaya, as per usual, rocks the world with her latest post, which includes the lyrics to Depeche Mode’s Song “Blue Dress.”

This had weird correspondences for me, because I just happen to ripping Depeche Mode: The Singles 86-98 right now, and also because the image below just happens to be the “Pic of the Day” at Rubberdollies.com

This image leads nicely to what I was going to say about dressing for my Master’s pleasure. My Master loves me in catsuits (latex, spandex, anything tight and shiny!) He loves to see me in schoolgirl outfits, or very feminine outfits (which lends nicely to my own secretary fetish!) Most of all — he loves me wearing riding breeches or jodhpurs, preferably full rinding outfits with a black leather waist-cincher!

And I love to dress for his pleasure! I do not understand why any person would NOT dress to suit their partner’s fetishes — Reason number one: if you love them, then it gives you delight to make them happy and that’s such an easy way to do it. Reason number two: it gets you laid. Lots. All people who have fetishes (or even just strong preferences) really appreciate when you take the time and thought to making their fantasies into reality. It’s a way to show you are thinking of them and care about them. It also makes them horny. Who doesn’t want a horny partner, one who is just dying to get their hands on you! (Although I’m not sure Kaya actually needs her husband to be hornier than he already is. He may well split her in two!)
When women gripe and moan about sex not being the same as the beginning of the relationship, I always think about how they most likely got dressed up, put on the sexy nether-garments and etc., when they were first dating that person. Then, I think of them now slouching around the house in sweats. Who wants to have sex with someone in sweatpants? (As I can tell you from painful experience with an ex, sweatpants, are not sexy.) Dressing for your partner’s pleasure should be considered part of a good relationship, in any sane world.

And for a D/s relationship … well, that was the first rule my Master put in place, so obviously he’s of the same mind as me. But then, we’re both photographers, so aesthetic pleasures rate highly for us both. (Which is a fancy way of saying we like to look at hot people in sexy outfits! Well, more than just that, but that does take up a fair share of our attention!) I was talking the other night with a gal about this very topic, and she said something to the effect of: “That’s all very well for you, but for those of us who aren’t built like you —” (and at this point she gestured to her own body) “it’s not so much fun. I get embarrassed about wearing some of those clothes.”

Which made me sad. If you are a gal who is “pleasingly plump” or “lusciously pear shaped” or whatever your body-image issues are, yeah, society’s obsession with skinniness is going to be pretty hard on you. I know it from experience, myself. But if you have found a partner who thinks that your body looks good in items ranging from a catsuit to some strings of dental floss (or what-have-you), well, you’re one lucky duck, and you should make sure to enjoy every minute of it, and flaunt yourself for his/her delight in you. If there is something your partner wants you to wear that really makes you miserable, and they want you to leave the house in it, well, all you have to do is explain how you feel and suggest some other outfit that is sure to please. (Unless you’re in a situation where your Master is actively trying to humiliate you, in which case, you’re screwed and you had best just suck up and deal with it with as much dignity as you can muster. Although that does sometimes lead to what I think of as inconsideration to the general public. I think it’s not very polite to foist your sexuality onto unwilling others, who just don’t want to know. Dressing up as an adult baby at your local dungeon, or out at the Folsom Street Fair, is one thing. But you shouldn’t wear the adult diapers and bib out grocery shopping, no matter how much you or your Master likes it. It’s just not considerate of others.)

Anyway, I think dressing for your partner’s pleasure (be they your Master or not) is a seriously overlooked part of a relationship — which is strange, because nearly every issue of Cosmopolitan that I’ve ever been stuck flipping through at the gym tells you that relationships and sex-lives are better if you do just that. (For once, you should listen to the women’s magazines!) I know that I feel so much sexier and more vibrant when I am wearing clothes that draw my Master’s eyes to me, that encourage him to think of terrible things to do to me. When I am wearing those clothes, I tend to strut down the street, feeling like sex on wheels (”Uber baby!”)