Whew...I could get used to this fast lane lifestyle. It might kill Me, but I would die happy. First, four nights in Vegas with the girls of the Wildside Group. Elaborate dinners out, clubbing at Studio 54, racy lingerie parties with some very over the top photoshoots on the mirrored bed, shopping expeditions, fetish themed nights including a trip to the new Power Exchange Sex Club, a day of VIP Cabana treatment at the adult pool of the Trop, and to top it off, a night in the VIP at Club Pirahnna. We owned the whole VIP floor Friday night!
I met many new friends and got to see many old ones. Rooming with My great friend Jennifer Long was so much fun. I am not usually all about roommates, but Jen darlin', you made it so much fun having a 'mirror mate' there to get ready with every night. And a real highlight was getting to meet a longtime cyber pal, CiCi, the Fetish Doll. Tall, sexy as hell and the real plus, submissive as the day is long. We barely scratched the surface of what I KNOW is to come! Left both of U/us wanting for much MORE!
Then barely a week before I was surprised with a last minute invitation to the Fetish Factory Anniversary Weekend. I had all but blown this event off this year due to financial strains, but a new admirer paid My way, set Me up in a lovely room at the host hotel and paid My way into all the events. I would love to have reciprocated with some training, domination and ...you know.....My little hero. But you went awol on Me so that will have to come at some future time!
I have OODLES of pictures and vids from this best of all Fetish Weekends. These will roll out over the coming months. The video chats will tell the story so I will hold back on all the juicy details and let them tell you in their own special way.
Here to get you started is a two parter shot after the first night. Very very late, but hey....I am holding up remarkably well!
Well you know how insufferably modest and self deprecating your Mistress is....RIGHT? (I know those are some big words for some of you slaves.....get a dictionary and look them up!)
Well be that as it may, I have to say I have never looked better than I do in this juicy little talking body video chat. (Kind of like the usual talking head vids...just add a torso and some nice long, tan legs!) Just some news on a new local slave, a developing night out to the clubs with the girls, and general chit chat about the site and how things are going, including some of the latest updates.
In a chatty mood after a lovely session with a new slave. In this vid I chat at length about the upcoming trip to Vegas with the Girls of Wildside. Should be a blast. I DID purchase a new camera this week and will try it out there so hopefully, there will be some improvement in picture quality in upcoming photosets.
Thanks to those who have filled out the preference poll in the member section. I will be responding the some of the points made there in a future journal entry. I do take your suggestions to heart dearies
I DO have a new little music vid up on youtube....just do a search on there for Mistress Divinyl and it should pop up as the featured vid. On a sadder note, if any of you have enjoyed some of My pics on flickr...well....no more of that! Flickr summarily jerked My profile and all pics off of their site. Apparently, since I did NOT have My pics flagged as restricted, or adult content (there is a reason they were not...they were all tame as can be) all it takes is one cranky fundamentalist or perhaps someone I flamed in a chatroom seeking revenge to file a complaint against Me and poof....I am wiped out...with no warning and no recourse.
On a happier note, I was named CoverGirl for the TGirls4Studs yahoo group (what an awful name). But a win is a win!
At any rate, sure you are anxious to start watching so I will leave you to it. The journal this week is in two parts because as usual...I didn't know when to shut the hell up!!!
Ciao for now. btw...if any of you frequent alt.com, you may be able to catch Me on live webcam as We broadcast our parties from the party suite in Vegas on Wed and Thurs nights, starting around 9:30 Vegas time. Probably in the Transgender Chatroom.
I cut this little video before heading out to the club with Mistress Astria and Lady Robin. Just a catch up on whats been happening here in Smallville. Enjoy.....
Wow, it has crept up on Me. My jaunt to Vegas with the Wild Side Girls is two weeks and a smidge away. I met this group last year...a very diverse and fun bunch of t-gals with a few admirers sprinkled in for fun. Ostensibly begun as a part of Diva Las Vegas, a large gathering of t-ladies similar to Southern Comfort or Be All without the educational components thrown in, the Wildside Girls have now carved their own path and do our own thing. Basically, that involves a lot of shopping, sunning, drinking, carousing and non stop partying. A perfect fit for Sin City where lets face it....sleep is for pussies! IF YOU WANT A SESSION, OR WOULD LIKE TO BE IMMORTALIZED IN A VIDEO PRODUCTION WITH ME, THEN TIME IS RUNNING OUT TO GRAB A SPOT ON THE OL SCHEDULE!!!
Top that off with a trip to Power Exchange with the kinkier gals on Thursday night and VIP night at the Pirahnna Club the following night, and its quite the tantalizing blend. I heard rumor that PE is now 'trans owned' since its move to Vegas. Hmmmmm....wonder if Shavonna Star is involved in that??? Guess I'll find out.
On the home front, spring has sprung. The flowers are poking through, the pear trees, redbuds, and soon, the dogwoods will be in bloom. The horses are running at Keeneland and its all in all a very nice time before the dreaded heat settles in. And My dear dungeon becomes unusable. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Not to fear, I have a backup plan....My friends Mistress Heather's dungeon which is comfortably AIR CONDITIONED! Of course, I can use and abuse to My heart's content in the comfort of your own hotel room dearies, so keep those Apps To Serve a comin'.
And a special welcome to all of you who are reading this journal for the first time courtesy of maxfisch.com. I have been trying relentlessly for a year to finally get listed on that particular site. I don't know what odd confluence of stars and circumstances finally got Me in, but it has released a floodgate of calls, applications and even beloved join ups!!
WOOO HOOOOOOOOO!
And last but not least, a journal just wouldn't be worth it's weight if it didn't include another nonsensical, rambling chitty chat on video. I stepped away from the laptop cam in favor of the vid camera for this one. Lets Me do a little more primping and posing. Same talking head....only this time its attached to a torso and legs....which isn't a bad thing now is it?
AND AHEM.....MEMBERS.....FILL OUT THE POLL ON THE MEMBER UPDATE PAGE!!!!
You know, it seems like I am always a month or two...oh hell a year or two...behind here. Lets see, journals typically are like chronicles of whats going on NOW! Oh well, just one way your Mistress is different from the norm. Fact is...theres just too much good, fun, juicy stuff in the vault not to share it with you.
So before I dive into telling you about last months trip to SF for Brides of March, its catchup time to talk about last year's trip. The accompanying vid was shot the first night in town before heading out to Asia SF and on subsequent days/nights...Lime in the Castro....The Brides of March Parade and drinkathon...and of course a visit to Power Exchange (a moment of silence for the now gone San Fran institution.
And in italics below after the video clip , I have included My slave's journal of the happenings of this very special weekend.
With all this out of the way now...I have only to cut a journal video documenting the Brides experience and then I will be moving on to the next events on the horizon, the Wildside Divas Do Vegas and the Fetish Factory Weekend ...both in May.
My Fourth Annual Excursion to San Francisco with Mistress Divinyl
Hello all,
Mistress Divinyl requested that i, slave d, record my own journal containing my thoughts, feelings, and accounts of our very recent trip out to San Francisco where we attended the annual pilgrimage of the “Brides of March” procession.
W/we actually first started making the trip out to San Francisco to attend the Annual Fetish Ball sponsored by Madame S Fetish Wear. But, as things turned out and just by dumb luck, W/we stumbled on to this event, and now look forward to attending and participating in this every year. So, here goes:
Thursday afternoon, March 13th, 2008
I always try and make sure I arrive first at the destination on any trip I take with Mistress so I can get things situated at the hotel for Her, have everything set up, and she can just move in and get underway and look forward to a restful, stress free, pampered, and pleasurable weekend.
We originally were going to stay at the Sir Francis Drake this year, but after viewing virtual photos of the room on their web site, I was pretty convinced Mistress would not like this hotel:
Helpful notes to all slaves who someday hope to travel with Mistress and put Her up in a hotel:
She needs plenty room, style, and comfort. Make sure You have a hotel with closet and drawer space
Plenty of mirrors and definitely full length. Preferably a room with a separate vanity and make-up area; one small luxury that made this area extra special this year was a chair so Mistress could sit down while applying her makeup. A room close to the elevator and ice machine, well ice machine is that not important because the slave should be getting ice any time Mistress requires it for drinks and such.
She loves a room with a view. Wi-fi of course, a must! Mini fridge would be nice for Her drink mixes and olives. you might want to be close to a nice coffee and breakfast shop, so Mistress doesn’t have to wait too long for Her morning coffee and breakfast cake.
Well after viewing the virtual photos of the Drake, I convinced Mistress to allow me to make changes to our reservation and I put U/us up at the Handlery Hotel where we stayed O/our first year out in San Francisco, and W/we pretty much loved the room. As per my request to the front desk, they did put us in the very same room again this year.
I always get in town first; and make sure my luggage is stowed away and out of Mistress’s way. I bring all the toiletries for the bathroom; if any of you slaves need a list of what this consist of and what Mistress requires, I can always provide you with a list of what items to purchase.
I then wait for Mistress’s call and She tells me when She should be arriving, and that is my signal to get out of the room so She can get Herself situated and ready. I don’t know if any of you know this or not, but after almost four years of serving Mistress, I have never seen Her out of Divinyl mode. This is a very strict rule of Mistress’s. She feels it would totally ruin the illusion and fantasy if I was ever to see Her in guy mode, and I tend to agree with that!
She then gives me a shopping list of things she will need that She forgot to pack or thought of while on the way. It usually is guaranteed that I will be making a trip to a drug store and liquor store.
I did my shopping and ran my errands while Mistress checked in and began Her transition to Mistress Divinyl mode. She called me after She settled in and allowed me to return to the room. She use to make me wait until she had completely transformed and was dressed, but know Mistress allows me to come back and stay in the room while she is still prepping. W/we have a great system down now, where as if she needs to come out of the bathroom to grab something or for some other reason, before She does come out, I make sure my eyes are closed or I am looking the other way. I enjoy this very much, because she knows I always love the so-called unveiling, when she steps out of the bathroom for the first time wearing one of Her newest fashion creations, and believe me, she never disappoints in this regard!
On Thursday evening she came out wearing a white sequined dress and quite possibly the shortest length dress I have seen on Her yet! She told me I would have ass duty once again tonight, whereas it would be my responsibility to alert Her when Her dress would start riding up and would need help pulling it down. This certainly is never a problem since I can’t keep my eyes off of Mistress! She just has the knack for making basic black and white work for Her all the time. When she wears white, it works so well on Her because of Her full-body tan and that million dollar sparkling white smile!
Mistress had on the white dress, white pumps, and Her bed-head wig which actually worked very well with this outfit. We do our customary hug and greeting, and I tell how much I missed Her, how much I missed serving and worshipping Her, and if I beg convincingly enough, I am allowed to kneel down and kiss her pumps and the tops of Her exposed feet, an area she knows I just crave and adore!
Mistress informed me that she already made reservations at Asia SF for dinner at 8 PM. Mistress then made one of Her little web-cam videos, and we were off for the first of four nights in O/our favorite town. We arrived at Asia SF, and I took a couple pictures of Mistress outside the restaurant. We went inside and were seated at the bar right next to the stage. For those of You that don’t know, Asia SF is a restaurant/ club where all the wait staff is Asian Transgendered. I know Mistress loves the food here, but I think she made this reservation mainly as a treat for me, her slave. She remembered how I talked about wanting to get some pictures of myself with the show girls. The food was extraordinary just as W/we remembered it to be, but I kind of got myself too caught up in the entertainment that i didn’t even realize I was ignoring Mistress. She did mention that, “gee, how many pictures do we have of the girls here, and how many of me? Let me think, I think we have two of me!” I knew right away by the tone of that statement I was neglecting my duties and possibly hurting and ignoring the one person I adore and worship more then anything in the world!
After dinner and the stage shows, Mistress and I headed to the downstairs club to see what was going on. There were a few TVs down there but nothing much else going on, but, there were some great background settings all around the club for some good photo opportunities, so we took advantage of that and I got some great shots of Mistress.
It didn’t look like anything much more was going to develop down at the club in the way of entertainment, so Mistress decided it was time to head back to the hotel room. I think we were both starting to feel the jetlag and time zone change and were in a mood for just going back and relaxing in the room.
I got a few more great shots of Mistress underneath the Asia SF sign outside the restaurant before catching a cab back to the hotel. Once at the hotel, we took a few more pictures in the pool area before heading up to the room.
The rest of the evening just turned out to be a relaxing night for the both of us. I was certainly enjoying myself being allowed to massage and worship Mistress’s feet until She dozed off into a very peaceful, restful sleep. Mistress knows how much I love worshipping and massaging Her feet after a long day in her heels. I always tell Her how nice warm and toasty they feel, so soft, warm to the lips, and just the right dash of aromatic flavor!
Friday morning we woke up around O/our usual time, which is usually 9ish most mornings. I always follow the same routine, immediately going right for Mistress’s feet and legs, rubbing and massaging them, praising how beautiful Mistress looks, even in the morning right after waking up, Mistress is always radiant looking! I always ask Mistress if she is ready for her morning coffee and breakfast snack, and She will let me know when to run and get this for Her. I get dressed quickly and immediately out the door on my way to get Her coffee and run any other errands that might need to be done. Another nice reason I like staying at the Handlery is because directly across the street from the hotel is a Starbucks Coffee Shop.
Mistress always wants a coffee and a scone She tells me Starbucks always carries and have in the bakery case. Well, I never go to Starbucks because I am not a coffee drinker, so the only time I do go in one is when I am on a trip with Mistress and getting Her morning coffee. And in almost four years of running out each morning to get Mistress Her coffee, I have yet to see Starbucks have any scones in their bakery case! I always end up getting Mistress some other kind of coffee-cake.
I hurry back to the room and the great thing about this is, when I leave to get Her coffee, Mistress is still in her cute little Victoria Secret jammies ensemble. But, when I return, She is usually in some matching bra, panties, and pumps, all made up, and stretched out relaxed on the bed looking so sexy and hot!!! WOW!!
While Mistress has her coffee and cake, I always kneel beside the bed and massage Her calves and feet, and We usually discuss careers, life, politics, or plans on what She would like to get accomplished and do during the day. Today she wanted to visit a hair salon we went to a couple years back and have a new wig cut in, stop by a tuxedo shop for the missing piece to Her Brides of March ensemble, and then do lunch somewhere before meeting all Our friends for dinner later that evening.
Well, sometimes these mornings turn out to be special for me, and Mistress demands some oral worshipping of Her beautiful, long, slender, tanned, soft Goddess body, and this morning just happened to turn out that way! Yeah-Hoo!!! This always starts at Her heels and feet and always ends up with being allowed to work my way up Her gorgeous Goddess body to that very special spot, and I don’t think I need to elaborate where I am talking about or how it ends! Wink!
After Mistress has sufficiently been serviced and satisfied, she gets herself up and gets ready to go out for the day. She came out of the bathroom wearing the same outfit she wore on the last day of Our Christmas weekend getaway in Cincinnati that I am just crazy about! Somehow during that day, I only managed to get two pictures of Her in this outfit outside of a “Z Gallerie” store. This is an all black number, black boots, pants, turtleneck top, and black tux jacket, and just the perfect accent of bling, as Mistress calls it. In this outfit Mistress looks like one of those tall blonde, high society, Rodeo Drive shopping, rich bitches that always turn heads for their style and height.
As usual, which is par for the course, we are always running a little late, and head immediately to the hair-dresser. While in the hairdressers, I sit patiently with my back turned of course, because I am never allowed to see Mistress in anything until She Herself, is happy with the look. The wig She was having cut was the one She was planning on wearing with Her Brides of March outfit. After the hairdresser had finished, Mistress allowed me to look at it and wanted my opinion. I am always use to seeing Mistress in a certain way and look, and sometimes it does take time for me to adapt to a change. Somehow over a short time, I always cotton up to any change Mistress makes to Her look and end up loving it. I guess it is just because we are talking about Mistress Divinyl, and anything she does I love and worship!
From there we were off to Mister Chow’s Tuxedo Rental Shop down on Geary Street. A place Mistress’s web designer friend Ritchie recommended. We went in and his shop is on the second floor of this building. His store looks like a tuxedo warehouse and he has about 500 or more tuxedos hanging on the rack in plain view and displays all over the shop. So when Mistress told Mister Chow that she needed to rent a tux jacket, this nice little, bent-over, 80 year old looking china man informs Mistress that he doesn’t rent tuxedos anymore. He then proceeds to go on rambling something about how he is very old and sick, and will probably be dead by tomorrow; a very weird experience indeed. He does however suggest another tuxedo shop which is just a few blocks away.
He sent us up to Selix Formal Wear, and I am rather glad he did because when we got this shop, the people working there immediately fell in love with Mistress! Mistress knows how much I enjoy this, watching people cater to Her and treating Her like someone very special, because She is of course! There was one young boy working there in the back room that had to come out front and get himself a closer look at Mistress. I was watching this kid; he couldn’t keep his eyes off Mistress! While there, we actually learned that this was the tuxedo shop the Brides of March procession always stopped in along their route, and this young boy was very excited since this was going to be his first Brides of March experience. I believe he was probably thinking it was going to be a bunch of people who looked liked Mistress.
The shop didn’t have the exact size that Mistress needed, but they told Her they could have a nice clean tux jacket ready, in Her size, first thing on Saturday morning. I told Mistress that would not be a problem. I could run up to the shop first thing on Saturday and pick it up for Her in plenty time before we needed to be ready, so that is what we settled on doing. The shop clerks pleaded with Mistress to make sure She stopped by on Saturday during the Brides of March possession. I believe after Mistress told them she would certainly try, the young boy probably creamed in his pants from anticipation!
Once again, the time creeped up on us and Mistress had to get back to the room in order to get ready for dinner tonight. We grabbed a quick lunch once again at the “Daily Grill”. Thank God for this place! It is directly connected to the hotel, and Mistress and I both like their menu offerings, so this restaurant is usually a life saver when time is tight.
Mistress was also having an online friend named Gina, whom Mistress had never met in person, but has been communicating online for sometime now, come down to the hotel at 6 PM for drinks in the hotel bar, and get acquainted before joining us for dinner. It was getting close to 6 PM, and Mistress had me go down to the Hotel bar, grab a table, and watch out for Gina. Gina arrived and I introduced myself and we sat and small-talked, me talking and blabbing away mostly about how wonderful Mistress is of course, while we waited for Mistress to come down and join us.
Mistress finally made her appearance and is certainly never one to shy away from making an entrance! I think she accomplished that with the outfit she was wearing! This outfit was supposed to be what She called Her mobster look; white shirt, rep tie, vest, short short shorts, black thigh highs with white bows at the thigh, black spiked pumps, and topped off with a fedora! Suffice to say, She turned quite a few heads!
We sat and Mistress had a Martini. Mistress and Gina talked and were both so happy to finally meet one another while I got a few pictures of them together. Around 7 PM Mistress had me go out and hail a cab so we could get down the Castro to a place called “Lime” and meet up with our San Francisco friends for dinner. Mistress and I actually knew about the place we were going for dinner, because on our very first year out in San Francisco, after touring the Castro district on Sunday, we stopped in here for a Martini.
We arrived there to meet Ritchie, his wife, and Blast out front of the restaurant. As soon as we got inside and were seated, our friend Ruby and her friend arrived. It was great seeing them again and we had a wonderful time at dinner, getting reacquainted, snapping pictures, and discussing the rest of the evening’s agenda. These folks are just great people that Mistress and I made friends with just by attending the “Brides of March” event a couple years back.
The restaurant served a menu of finger-food type plates, something Mistress says they do a lot of over in Spain. I thought the food was excellent. We ordered a variety of dishes and shared them amongst the table. I got some great photo shots of Mistress at the table along with our friends; of course Mistress had to remind me I wasn’t snapping away often enough! Mistress was having a wonderful time and I loved seeing this. It gives me so much joy and such a rush when I see Mistress smiling and laughing and really enjoying Herself. I know what it is like when things are quite the opposite; not working out the way she planned or hoped, and if I add to the frustration by doing something stupid, things can get pretty ugly!
After dinner we let Richie be our tour guide and he suggested a club/bar pretty much right down the street from the restaurant; I believe this was called the “Hot Spot”. We went there and actually spent the entire evening at this bar. Even thought the bar never actually got crowded or hopping, we still had a wonderful time with our friends; got some great pictures and videos, and Mistress seemed to be having a wonderful time.
Finally it was just Mistress, Gina and myself left. The rest of our friends decided to call it a night, but when you want to tag along with Mistress, You will usually close any place you are at with Her. Before leaving, Mistress had me get some more pictures of Her and Gina outside on the stairs of the bar, and then She instructed me to hail a cab so we could head back to the hotel.
Gina joined Mistress for a nightcap, and they ended up making a webcam video together. I think this was the very first time Mistress actually saw me a bit on the inebriated side, and I started to fade and fell asleep. A little while later, Mistress woke me and told me she was going to walk Gina to her car and would be back. I got the room straightened and things ready for bed. When Mistress returned, I went through my usual routine which is to fix Her a glass of ginger-ale, helping Her change and put Her things away, then kneeling at the foot of the bed rubbing Her poor tired feet until She drifted off to sleep. Mistress needed Her rest because tomorrow was the big day!
Saturday was here and so was the main reason we make our trips out to San Francisco each year, The Brides of March event. This was a very exciting day for me. I was dying to see how Mistress could possibly top last year’s outfit! She was such a totally hot and sexy bride last year and it seemed like she stole the event and all attention was on Her.
We performed our usual morning routine, no not that, just the coffee, foot rubbing and morning chat, reminiscing about the night before, and planning for the upcoming day.
After Mistress had Her coffee, I ran out to pick up her tux jacket at the Formal Wear store. She called me a little while later and told me to stop by a camera store because She needed a USB cable to download the camera pictures into Her laptop.
I got at the formal wear store, and couldn’t believe the long faces when I showed up without Mistress. They were really expecting Her to pick up the jacket and inquiring in a disappointing tone where she was. I explained that she just woke up and was starting to get ready for the big day. They once again pleaded with me to make sure She came by later that afternoon with the procession, because they definitely wanted to see her.
I got back with the tuxedo jacket and the camera cable and Mistress had me download the pictures in to the laptop while she got ready. We debated over getting lunch before the event which was to start at 2:30 PM. Mistress was worried and didn’t think we had enough time for that, but also didn’t want to spend an afternoon of downing martini’s on an empty stomach. I convinced Mistress that we could fit it in, so it was down to the old reliable “Daily Grill”. We ordered something that was quick and simple but I can’t recall exactly what i had. I know Mistress had the Caesar Salad. Of course anytime Mistress is out, it also means photo opportunities, so we had to stop by the pool area for a few pictures and a couple shots sitting in the restaurant. After lunch it was up to the room so we could get ready. As usual, we were running late and I knew we were not going to make the first stop on the Brides of March procession route, but I never in wildest dreams expected the wait for Mistress to be so damn special! I didn’t think she was going to top last year’s outfit, but She did and in a big way! When Mistress came out of the bathroom, I was speechless! I was in shock and total awe! I always think Mistress is the most beautiful Domme in the world. I know I am certainly partial when it comes to this, but how Mistress looked today was completely over the top; She totally outdid Herself! I couldn’t wait to get Her out the door for the whole world to see! My heart was racing and an atomic bomb couldn’t have wiped the smile or gleam off my face! I was in the presence of shear beauty and greatness! I hope Mistress will share one or two pictures with You all, because trying to describe Her outfit with my limited vocabulary and the way she looked, would not do it any justice.
Sometimes when we leave the hotel, we can go out the back entrance around the garage area which is a very short walk and saves steps for Mistress in Her heels, steps she will need later in the day so Her feet don’t end up hurting too much. The front entrance through the main lobby is quite a distance from our room and is a pretty good walk, but I begged and pleaded with Mistress to use the front entrance so everyone could see Her. Boy I was such a proud slave! We stopped by the pool area again to take some pictures and then walked through the lobby so everyone could get an eye-full while Mistress waited in the lobby while I hailed a cab.
We knew we missed the first bar stop on the Brides route, so we had the cab driver travel the route until we caught up with the rest of the Brides. The cab driver was very cool about this and played along with the excitement and fun of the event.
We caught up to the brides on Maiden Lane on their way to Union Square. Once we were out of the cab it really started. The only way I can describe it as if it was like Paris Hilton was joining the procession. The paparazzi were all over Mistress and it never stopped. She probably posed for more pictures in this one day, then I have taken of Her in the 3+ years I have been Her slave. It was incredible, young college girls, guys, even young kids wanted their picture taken with Mistress. What made me laugh were even the old men, old enough to be my grandfather, whipping out their cameras to get Mistress’s picture. Normally, these are the type of guys i classify as grumpy old men; you now the kind mumbling something like “what is the world coming to” or nothing like this went on in my day!” but not today, these old folks were all over Mistress!
It is just my opinion once again, and I know I am a very partial slave, but I got the feeling that Mistress is fast becoming the most famous attendee at this event. I even had a couple people come up to me, telling me they remember me from last year because I was with the tall, tanned, leggy, blonde, Domme Goddess, and I just say yep, point to Mistress and say there she is again this year!
We met up with all our friends, Ruby, Richie and gang, and taking tons of pictures. I was trying to work the still and video camera at the same time. I am not perfect at it yet, but am learning to become quite the multi-tasker, between carrying Mistress’s purse, running both cameras and going up to the bar and getting Mistress’s drinks, I am learning to keep Mistress happy by capturing as many photo opportunities as possible. And, oh my God, I think Mistress’s purse was the second biggest attraction there! I couldn’t believe or count just how many people commented on it and how cool it was! Mistress had her little pink poodle purse that is shaped like a high-heel shoe. And to think, she almost didn’t take it because it did not match her outfit, but the only reason She did was because she forgot to bring Her white purse on the trip.
Union Square seemed particularly crowded this year because it was Saint Patrick ’s Day weekend and a lot of celebrations were going on around all the in the bars. We were concerned how crowded the Gold Dust Bar would be, since this seems to be a popular Irish toned hangout. This bar is the last stop on the Brides procession each year. Our assumptions were correct and it was pretty much impossible to even move in this bar let alone trying to get a drink, so a lot of the participants moved the partying back to the Tunnel Top Bar, which was the starting point this year.
Mistress wanted to get there ahead of the crowd to get a good seat. When we arrived not many of the Brides were there yet, but there were several young college aged looking girls sitting at the bar, You know, the Alicia Silverstone looking type. When Mistress walked in they were immediately all over Her wanting their picture taken with Mistress. After one of the girls had Her picture taken with Mistress, she was viewing the picture on Her camera and became upset, telling Mistress, she couldn’t show this to anyone because it wasn’t fair that Mistress looked so much hotter then her, and she was a GG!
That’s pretty much what Mistress heard the entire afternoon, was the fact the hottest looking bride in the whole damn procession wasn’t even a genuine girl!
The Tunnel Top bar started to fill up, and all the Brides participants starting filing in, but to me it just didn’t have the same feel and flair as being down in the heart of Union Square. I missed that part of the event and love seeing Mistress admired, greeted, and having Her picture taken with so many of the tourist as they strolled by the Gold Dust Bar.
The whole event is such a blast, and we plan on attending next year. It’s really something having all these people walking on the street come up to you asking what in the world is going on and what this is all about. And the event seems to be getting larger and larger each and every year we attend.
Around 8 PM things do start to die down and the fascination and excitement begins to wear off. Mistress told me she pretty much had enough and was ready to go back to the room and get changed for dinner.
I hailed a cab and we got back to the room, but before Mistress got out of Her Bride outfit and broke my heart, She had me take a series of totally hot and sexy lingerie pose bathroom pictures. We then changed for dinner and once again we decided on a quick, no nonsense dinner at the CheeseCake Factory so we would have time to get back to the room, change, and possibly visit the Power Exchange Club, something omitted for the first time last year. Besides that, Mistress was also in the mood for some outside dining.
We got to the CheeseCake Factory and once outside Mistress decided it was just a bit too chilly to be dining out there, so we had our table changed to inside seating.
This entire trip couldn’t have been more perfect. It seems like everything went our way this time, from weather, to travel, to hotel, everything. Usually we have one little mishap or crisis here or there on our trips. If I would have to say something went wrong on this trip, I would have to say it was at dinner this evening. We did not have the most attentive server the CheeseCake Factory had to offer. I don’t think she was the winner of too many “Employee of the Month” awards. It wasn’t a major deal, but Mistress and I were getting a bit annoyed, plus on top of that, we had a very large and loud young dinner crowd sitting right next to us.
By the time we finished dinner it was nearly midnight. We left the restaurant and took a few pictures outside but it was really getting a bit nippy so we decided to head back to the room to contemplate on what we were going to do next.
I think the whole excitement and gander of the afternoon, the drinks, and very late dinner had an effect on both of us. We kind of had that very tired, energy lacking, and just wanting to relax feeling. I didn’t see us being able to make it down to Power Exchange and neither did Mistress. So we spent the rest of the night doing something I never get tired of, which was massaging Mistress’s legs and feet and pampering Her until She was ready for bed.
Sunday was spent relaxing, pampering and later shopping and dinner in The Castro at our favorite seafood restaurant there. Then a little camming, journal productions and then...oh my....Mistress came out dressed in a black turtleneck, a sheer black miniskirt with these really cool leather swaths across the naughty areas and rhinestones all over, fishnets and studded heel pumps. Well I knew what this meant!!! Mistress would not have dressed like this on a Sunday night unless it meant.......A VISIT TO THE POWER EXCHANGE CLUB!!! My heart was racing needless to say.
We took some pictures out in the indoor pool area and it was frankly hard for me to concentrate thinking about what was coming. Namely...taking a stern beating for Mistress' pleasure in front of bystanders and onlookers. I will do anything, withstand any humiliation or pain just so people know that I am Her plaything and slave. If I could walk around with a big t-shirt that says 'Mistress Divinyl's slave, slut and toy' for the rest of My life, I would be thrilled. Hmmmmm...maybe I should not say that in front of Mistress! Careful what you wish for right?
Well Mistress did not disappoint. She led Me down to a private play area downstairs (well nothing is really private at Power Exchange...but it was behind an iron gate people could view through). Mistress secured me in a sit down stockade and attached ball and cockstraps to me which She then hooked up to the Eros Tek. She then strutted around in front of me while punching Her remote control. She had it in the training mode which is used for JUST THAT...and when She hit that button ....well if I had not been secured in the stocks...I think I would have hit the ceiling. This was all punctuated with hard face slaps, heel stabs to my thighs, karate kicks to my ribs and LOTS of verbal abuse. Then Mistress started digging through Her bag of tricks for what seemed like forever. I wish it had been forever, because what She finally found would turn out to be the most unwelcome abuse She has treated me too in memory. She walked seductively up to me and leaned in so I could feel Her hair against my face and smell Her intoxicating perfume. I was in heaven especially when I felt her soft hand caressing my cock and balls. Well that pleasure was very very shortlived as I realized She was massaging me there with a handful of Icy Hot cream. It started as a cool minty tingle but soon progressed to irritating heat and then the most intense discomfort I have ever felt down there. Over the next ten minutes it got worse and worse and worse, all while Mistress laid comfortably on the bed posing provocatively and punching the Eros Tek remote, which She had turned up to a very painful level.
I was literally in tears and sobbing....begging Mistress to please release me and let me wash it off. But She did not....She just laid on the bed and smiled more beautifully with every sob and plea. She was really enjoying my suffering and the power She held over me and was in NO mood to cut Her fun short. It seemed like forever before She finally strode up to me , released Me from the stocks and then led Me up on My knees at the end of Her leash into the upstairs coed bathroom. I was bent over, rocking back and forth, trying to weather the pain and discomfort until Mistress allowed Me to wash it off. But Mistress was not ready to end My suffering.
She stood across the room with Her back to Me, opened Her purse and stood at the vanity slowly freshening up Her lips and eyes and powdering Her nose. She was totally ignoring My suffering and My begging. I would sob....'Please Mistress...PLEASE let me wash it off'! And She would just pout Her lips and slowly redraw Her lipliner on, ignoring me totally. I was in tears and sobbing. When it looked like Mistress was finally done with Her makeup, I thought surely now She would turn and give me Permission to wash up. Instead, She pulled out Her cellphone and started checking messages. And She took Her time. People filed in and out to use the bathroom urinals next to where I was kneeling and crying. Mistress just went about Her business as if they weren't even there. I think they didn't dare say anything to Her for fear they might wind up in my place!
She turned and stared sternly at me for the longest time just drinking in My suffering. Then She finally allowed me to take three pieces of toilet paper...THREE...and use Cold water to try to wipe away the cream. Well you might have guessed, this only made it worse. I am pretty sure Mistress knew that would be the case and loved my predicament because She had the biggest smile on her face and laughed hysterically when I realized Her permission would result in even more suffering. The pain would finally start to subside thirty or forty minutes later.
When I first met Mistress, all of my time with Her was spent in actual sessions, being disciplined, trained and tortured. Since then I have been fortunate enough to spend time dining, talking, clubbing, shopping and just relaxing with Her. But nights like this remind me of my place and that I am Her slave completely. I miss the Bitch Goddess side of Mistress that drew me to Her years ago when we spend so much time at leisure. And as hard as it may be for others to understand, these moments when She chooses to remind me of my place and indulge Her unbridled sadism are among my happiest. Because I know I am bringing Her entertainment and pleasure through my suffering and submission to Her.
I Am the luckiest slave in the world!!! That simple!!
slave d
3-15-2009
I Say a Tearful Goodbye...
Hello My friends and submissives. Those of you who check in here at the Journal regularly already know that My dear sweet Bob Earl has been ailing for the last six months or so. Goes with being the ripe ol' age of 13, which for a Golden is a real stretch. So I have been facing the inevitable for some time now. That doesn't make it any easier when it does come, and it came for Me this past week.
As I looked into My dear sweet old friend's eyes one night, and listened to him labor to breathe and be comfortable, I saw in them a clear voice that said...."I am just so tired...sooo tired. I have battled and tried my hardest to beat this, but I just can't. And I just want to be able to sleep"!
So the next morning, I fixed him his last fancy meal of mashed potatoes, eggs and fried chicken, brushed his coat, took him for a short walk and loaded him in the car for the drive I have made before in My life, but dread like nothing else. I held his head in My hands, kissed him on the nose and thanked him for everything he has given Me these past thirteen years as I watched him slip away into the sleep he so desperately wanted.
It was the right thing to do....and I will continue to ponder why I didn't do it earlier. And I know he is at peace now, running with his old litter mate George who I lost at the tender age of one to a car. But it is an eerily quiet and empty place I occupy now. Its the finality of it that hurts so bad.
Those of you who have or have had dogs know of what I speak. I think of them as God's angels on earth. They teach us through their wonderful examples of loyalty, happiness and unconditional love. I have had the honor to have known five of them as My special friend in My lifetime. And when I think of how unfair it is for a creature so loving and noble to have such a short lifespan on this earth, I gain some comfort by knowing that were it not for that, I would not have known but one or two. And I would not get to know and appreciate that new special friend who someday will look up at Me through the chain link at the animal shelter and say....'Please take me home!'
If you have never had a dog, or lost one and were hurt by their passing so much you could not contemplate owning another one, I would offer you this advice and hope. Not everyone is cut out to own a pet. Lord knows. But if you have the will, the means, and the dedication, you will be doing a great service to adopt a dog at your local rescue or shelter. And it will make you an infinitely better person. Their nobility will rub off on you....and thats a good thing. They will be your trusted and true friend for life, and who couldn't use that?
I apologize for lagging behind in updates to the site during this period and especially for the chronic lapses in webcam chats. It was just hard at times to summon the will and fire to do them. I hope you all understand. Things will get back on track directly.
Mistress D
2-18-2009
San Francisco and Beware The Brides of March
On March 11th I will be winging My way back to the City by the Bay for the fifth straight year. I can remember the first visit. I had met My now very precious slave 'd' for the first time a mere five months earlier for a session, and had not seen him since. And yet...here I was bound for a four night stay for the San Francisco Fetish Ball with 'd' as My designated provider, spoiler and total slave. There was a lot of nervousness on that flight...more for him than Me. But it was a magically fun four days and Wwe both fell in love with this wonderful place. If I can ever find his original diary of that first trip with Me I will post it here. It makes for great reading.
I still come back every year at this time, but not for the Fetish Ball anymore. I don''t even think its being held this year. No, I come back now for Beware The Brides of March. About the most fun you can have with your clothes on for five hours on a Saturday afternoon! I found out about this whole tradition quite by accident. Four years ago, I was standing outside of a restaurant d and I had just had dinner in, on Powell Street. he had gone to get the car from a nearby garage and then it was to be on to the hotel to get changed for the Fetish Ball that evening. Suddenly I heard this great clamor of tambourines, drums and voices coming toward Me in a great commotion. And then I saw this huge pod of people crossing the street in the most bizarre collection of wedding dresses, various states of dress and undress and all having a somewhat drunken great time. As they filed past and into a local watering hole called the Gold Dust Lounge, a couple of the girls waved and motioned for Me to join them. "You belong with us!!" they shouted and were in no mood to take No for an answer. So when d came around with the car, I simply said...."Take it back and get back down here!"
Well, several hours and drinks later, I had met Ruby, Jacquie, Cheri, Richie, Michelle Michelle and many more and would have friends for life...or at least I hope so. I almost blew off the Fetish Ball and the only thing keeping Me from that was the six hundred dollar investment I had in My latex outfit for it. Otherwise I now know I would have had a much better time hanging with this wonderfully fun group of people.
This will be My fourth encounter with the Brides and of course, I have dressed the part the last two times. People seem amazed when I tell them I come all the way there from Kentucky for this, but if you ever attend one, you will know why. I seem to know more and more people each year and it just gets better and better. I am providing a link to the information site as well as a flickr group where you can see how crazy this bunch is. (There are a few of Me hidden in there...see if you can find them!)
Hope to see some of My west coast friends there!!! btw....the next updates will feature photos and vids from past Brides!!
Mistress D
2-17-2009
Random Thoughts and Musings......
How cruel....no video blog this time....you will have to READ like in the bad ol' days!
Lets see....whats been going on? Well I had an interesting session last week with a new slave from out of town. Rather than a typical dungeon session, W/we opted for a night out on the town with a heavy emphasis on public humiliation. I do adore such sessions as this is certainly one of My passions, and you know how I love showing off for a crowd.
W/we met at a local glbt friendly establishment, the Bar Complex, and I took slave aside to lay down the rules for the evening as well as to extract any clarification of hard limits he had. For those of you uninitiated, hard limits are those a slave neither wants breached or even challenged. The 'don't go theres' in other words. Surprisingly few which delighted Me of course. Then I had him drive Me to a seedy local adult book/novelty store on our grunge alley of town. He was always to kneel and kiss My boots upon exiting the car and was to lift My legs into the car upon entering. This ritual was to be performed regardless of location and how many people might be there watching. I sensed no hesitation on his part which was admirable.
W/we then set about inspecting the wares of the establishment, and I took several pictures of My toy perusing the offerings in the gay porn section. Never hurts to have a little blackmail insurance under My belt. I needed a place to attach some devices to My slave for the evening's fun so W/we stole away in the private employees bathroom there. What a hole...pardon the pun! Barely room for two people to move in there but I attached a strap around his cock and balls and a little cock head harness complete with a nifty little urethral sound. I thought the boy was going to pass out when I slid that thing down his little hole. I actually think what hurt more was My clawing at his cock head with My very long and sharp fingernails, trying to get it through the too small harness hole. But finally all was set and I hooked him up to the Eros Tek pack, concealed the leads and armed Myself with the remote control. Now I had control of My toy for the evening. This device is such fun. I can set it for a variety of pleasure modes or three different 'training' levels for pain and correction, all with levels of intensity from 1 to 100. I can control this all from across a room. Don't think I miss out on the opportunity to zap him good when he is up at the bar ordering Me a drink. The device sends electrical pulses similar to a tens unit between the two attachments, in this case the strap around his cock and ball base and the harness around his head and the sound down his urethra. It can bring a smile to his face or can bring him crashing to his knees from as far as fifty feet away. I LOVE it!!!
Then on to Mia's for dinner and cocktails. I made quite the entrance....all 6'7 of Me in thigh high stiletto boots, a leather skin tight dress and cinched corset, My toy dutifully collared and led in behind Me on a dog leash. Hey.....gotta be noticed dearies!!! And I think slave would agree that it was quite humiliating sitting up there at the bar in his collar and leash, with My booted legs swung up over his lap, while I tormented him with the eros tek remote!
W/we left there and proceeded to a busy quickie mart where I commanded slave to go in and purchase Me a pack of Virginia Slims and a lighter....a nice emasculating touch. I of course had human ashtray servitude on My mind. Then it was on to the Bar Complex to fill out the evening. Its fun standing at the bar ordering a tini with this boy standing dutifully head down at the end of My leash, paying for everything of course. W/we went into the show lounge to see the drag show which was on break, so W/we played a game of pool to kill some time. It was great fun watching him squirm and intentionally missing shots or scratching because he knew he was NOT to win! After fouling up one of My setup shots, I commanded him to lay on his stomach on the floor while I damn near ran the table, all the while standing on his back with My heels digging into him unmercifully. I always say....billiards is a game better played standing on a slave. Gives One a better view of the table. Helps Me take out My frustrations over a missed shot by just rocking back on a heel and twisting it in deep! A little slave cry or wimper can change a frown to a smile on My face in no time flat! Final note....I blew the game by scratching off the eight ball!!!!
My little toy betrayed himself with a smug grin. That would cost him!!!
Then upstairs to the wonderful disco. I'll say it again...best damn dancefloor and lighting I have been privy to! I think its the mirrors I like so much. Its a real vision for a slave to look into one of those full length mirrors, the pusling lights rainging down on U/us...and see Me holding him on My leash, My hand wrapped in coil after coil of chain, bringing his face close to My neck to smell My perfume, and even guiding his hand up under My miniskirt to feel the swell in My thong. Then I found a nice table off the dancefloor and had slave get down on his knees behind Me. I propped one booted foot up on a booth seat and pulled his face into My ass with the leash. I raised My skirt up so he could get in good and enjoyed some ass worship while watching the dancers on the floor. LOL....I kept bitching at him that I couldn't feel his tongue up My ass and then I realized....I HAD ON PANTYHOSE FOR GOD''S SAKE!!!! What a ditz I can be after a few drinks!
I had been pounding the water as well all night because no evening of humiliation is complete really wihtout some toilet servitude. And I feel that tingling sensation and drag slave to the boy's room, where I command him to kneel against the wall. I take a small tupperware container from My purse and have him hold it beneath his chin to catch any overflow he cannot handle. This is his first time. I DID have the foresight earlier in the evening to cut a hole in the front of My pantyhose (wish I had done that in the back as well for My ass worship...lol), so all I had to do was pull down My thong in the front and I began to use My toy as My private urinal. he will have to lap up any overflow in the bowl of course like the doggy he is. Now I had My back to the bathroom door so several people entering made the incorrect assumption that I was being pleasured and beat a hasty retreat. In hindsight I should have had him kneel between two of the urinals so it would not have looked that way. I could have also offered another the use of My toilet if I wished.
Well here is where for this particular slave, the reality did not meet the fantasy. Having been a submissive in My former life, I certainly understand this. In certain scenes, I would have forced the issue, but it did not seem right in this one. So W/we stopped at that point, and I think he never regained his footing so to speak. Lots of talk about needing to get on the road because of early meetings in the morning. But I know that would not have been a factor had he been still into the game. A shame because I had so many more plans for the boy. But the mind as W/we know is the most erotic of the body's regions and when it starts working on you in the wrong way....there is no use in going further at that point. Perhaps he will visit again, or perhaps this scratched the itch and that will be that. But I did enjoy the evening thoroughly, even ending a bit prematurely as it did.
Well thats about it for now. My San Francisco trip is back on....HOORAY....and I will talk about the history behind My annual trip there in a separate journal entry.
