tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55476184556013083422011-11-17T11:03:12.542-08:00Elegant Control, Exigent CompanionshipMiss Violette Thorngatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229944950538116103noreply@blogger.comBlogger961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547618455601308342.post-28703692990044844212011-11-08T18:06:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:06:04.979-08:00

Here's a bit of news for those wondering what I'm up to. Autumn is my favourite time of year- the crisp leaves and air, the golden quality of light, and all of the holidays dedicated to the gourmand- sweet and savoury.  My new website is deep in production and while I can't give a release date at the moment, I can tell you it looks fantastic so far. New photos, new words, new everything. 

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I'm finally back from France! This summer I stayed seven weeks, primarily in Paris. Little things, tiny sensual pleasures, are essential to my life. Paris is full of opportunities to share those pleasures privately, with a special companion, with a stranger. I collect these pleasures all summer long: walking the extra distance for the baguette which is more perfect. A store that sells nothing

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In the afternoon, my slave and I step out of the golden lobby of the hotel and into the crisp sunlight. My heels are provocatively high, but otherwise we look like a well-dressed couple having a nice luncheon with friends. The friends look the part as well- two women in classic black dresses, wine glasses in hand, beautiful with their no-nonsense smiles and that certain air that only a clued-in

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People love to explain the childhood root of their kink- seeing mother or auntie in silky stockings, being tied while playing cops and robbers, or spankings from the headmistress. I'm sure we all have some some things we've craved since we were young, but what about those that show up later on? I'm particularly interested in our learned fetishes- things that we didn't eroticize at first, but

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The mutt will be both hungry and thirsty after such an ordeal and what you do to meet those needs will make all the difference in the world. It's important that your dog know its place in the home, and food is a great motivator. Food should never be given without having been earned. Humiliating tricks, manual labour, mental work, or requested enthusiasm may be rewarded with food, or perhaps

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If you find a human canine on the street, you must never feed it. If you do, it might follow you home. If you feed it tarte fine aux abricots it will certainly do so. Once such a beast follows you home, you'll find yourself training it. It's as if training were some kind of instinct- difficult for someone like you to turn away from those big hungry eyes and the desperate thumping of its tail.

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Travel is almost always smooth for me. I love the feeling of printed packing lists, itineraries on cream-coloured paper, documents and copies of documents. I love every little thing I could possibly need, packed up with an eye to efficiency of space. Gear is cleaned and fit into suitcases in anticipation of the unpacking and play. I love the feeling of organization and traveling, for me, is like

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Lately my fantasies keep coming back to an equestrian theme. Looking down on a captured slave from my perch on the back of a black mount, wet from the hunt. Sneering at the stable boy before lifting my boot and kicking him down into the muck. Tacking up a ponygirl for display, tucking the bit securely between her lips and holding her face before mine to see the surrender in her eyes. And

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   I usually head to Europe in the summertime, where I am fortunate to find a perfect balance between whirlwind adventures and lazy holidays.    June 22 through 28 I will be in Toronto, Ontario. I'm looking forward to visiting my favourite lunch spot, watching the black (and white) squirrels in the park, and finally seeing the botanical gardens which should be in full bloom. Unfortunately, it

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A photographer friend just happened to be there to grab a candid shot or two.

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As he walks though the doors of the department store, I can see how lost he looks. I'm watching from the second floor, looking down on him as if he were a small cat in a pet shop display. He's talking on his cell phone, trying to make out my instructions for the exact place he's supposed to stand over the sound of chattering shoppers. Beside an empty overstuffed leather chair he pauses, looks

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Days four through seven of the week-long haiku assignment were not bad, although I prefer the favourite I cited in the last post.    A path obscuredDesire and fear mingleBut hide the truth What truth is hidden, I wonder?  Any guesses?  Threads of silk and laceBinding me like iron and steelDoes she hear my pleas ? Again, the insect imagery is the way to my heart.  And of course I hear your

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A certain groveling submissive creature has been laboring to craft haiku for me- one per day for a week. So far, so good. Despite his appalling inability to count syllables, the sentiments expressed are quite nice. For our purposes the frame has been set at the common 5-7-5 syllable pattern. Although of course there are a number of ways to structure a haiku, I think it's best we start with the

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The Aviary Crib is simple, and could double as a cage for non-baby-people, but the website says it has no "corners of entrapment." I suppose that's reassuring to someone, but I find it disappointing. The Baby Dear Crib is actually heart-shaped and comes in "Pastry Pink." The Frette Crib is apparently the only crib on the market with a hand-forged iron dome. Cue my wicked laughter and the sound

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Black cuban heel stockings; check. Needle-thin, mile-high stilettos; check. Opera length black satin gloves; check. The elevator doors opened on the ground floor to reveal him standing in a warm coat, just in from the single-digit cold of a midwestern winter. I smile and offer a hand, swish past him to the hotel's restaurant. Together on the same side of the banquette, I crossed and uncrossed my

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I met Vita/Orlando when she came to San Francisco in the summer last year. A mutual friend had put us in touch while I was organizing my European summer travels. It seemed like the perfect arrangement to swap apartments with a kinky Parisian girl and when I learned that our trips would mostly overlap but allow for a little time together in both SF and Paris, how could I refuse?We got to know one

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Last night I watched a documentary called The Great Happiness Space about the boys who work in one of the approximately 100 host clubs of Osaka. They all seem to sport a very similar style with wispy bleached flock-of-seagulls J-pop hair and expensive clothes and accessories. They make tens of thousands of dollars a month entertaining women with champagne, karaoke, cuddling, flirtation and

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"I was never spanked, but spent a fair amount of time looking up words like 'spanking,' 'paddling,' 'birching,' and 'corporal punishment' in the dictionary. I also used to take down my pants and underwear and lean over the bed, waiting for the punishment that I knew I deserved (but never happened)."This is the most touching part of your letter, j. I just love to imagine you like that, wishing you

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What initially attracted me to Footnight was the image of women in throne-like chairs, arranged in semi-private booths around a plush, dimly lit room. I imagined submissive men crawling from one chair to the next, or lowering to their knees before me, heads bowed, requesting the honour of worshipping my feet. There would be basins of warm rosewater, edible massage oils, a dress code for the

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It was dark out, and the faint glow from the low lights under the fragrant trees lit the walkway just enough for me to see where to place each black patent heel on my way to the pool. Tara was already down there, enjoying the cool desert night on her face and the hot tub's bubbles surrounding the rest of her.Something amazing grows here along the walkway, some sweet-smelling unearthly plant that

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I have been enjoying some wonderful days relaxing in Los Angeles with friends, eating fantastic food and reading some interesting new books poolside. I love the bungalows built for aspiring starlets and the low-and-wide, mid-century modern look of everything from the typeface on signs to the chairs and tables. The glamour of early Hollywood shimmers from everything, sometimes discreetly and

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I'm headed down to L.A. and Mexico for the next week or two to enjoy some warmer weather this chilly holiday season. Some of my hopes for the trip include:-Some time to play with Tara Sterling, my good friend and associate. Play in the sense that we really enjoy working as a pair to wear down your ego, tether your securely, or generally henpeck you down to a submissive sissy over a fancy dinner.-

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I say almost nothing until the arm binders are laced up snugly from each shoulder to wrist, the hands pointed within their mitts. The harness is fastened over his body and cinched tight. I direct him to stand on the black circle in the center of the leather straps piled on the floor like a sloughed off snake's skin.I love the sound of the suspension winch. I feel a swoon bloom over my body with

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I love it when you send him to me.Because he's been awful, he needs to be punished. It bores you to flog him as severely as he needs it, and you need to call in a professional.I love it when you send him to me.Because he's a sissy, a slut, and he needs to be trained. I have all the panties and heels, the make-up and the collar.I love it when you send him to me.Because he's been good, and he

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The San Francisco Chronicle is running a wonderful photo piece about crossdressing in the 20th century. As the article notes, we don't know much about these individuals. Was is a hobby? A costume party? A lifestyle? A kink? I think it's important to note that almost every face is beaming brightly with the pleasure of gender transgression! This image is one of my favourites: the ruffled bonnet,

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Tara Sterling just introduced me to this gorgeous little piece of genius: the Kali's Teeth Bracelet.I can't wait to have one of my very own. There are certain individuals who shall remain nameless to whom it should definitely be applied!Does everyone love it as much as I do?

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Recently I had a very funny message on my voicemail. It was a very cranky voice saying "Ohhh! She never answers her phone!" and then hanging up. I suppose it has been hard to get ahold of me by phone lately for those who are unable to leave a number and a few windows of time in which I might return their call.Beginning this week, I'll be posting my phone hours on my calendar each week. Click on "

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I always love to play in the morning, when everything feels fresh. I like the feeling of going from bright sun into a candle-lit dungeon, and brightness again after. The rest of my day feels enchanted and the stars all align for me. I find the book I've been looking for for 6 years. Food tastes better and I can hear the birds through the city sounds that usually obscure them.The right music, the

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It's good when you do your homework. It's good for you and it's good for me, and it's good for the nice boys and girls at home who are reading along.My sissymaid needs the kind of discipline that can only be administered while wearing a girdle and stockings. This discipline should fall painfully across the rear of a bestockinged submissive, bound over a spanking horse, spread and ready for

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I have less than 48 hours left in the Paris and as always, it's never enough. Never enough good cheese and ice cream, never enough time spent with old and new friends, never enough walks along the Seine or Moroccan tea or picnics at the Buttes Chaumont. I tell myself I won't wait a year to return, that the lure is much to strong, and Paris truly needs the firm hand of a Dominant Lady. I

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Luxury is the keyword when one is on vacation in France. Simple things are so expensive anyway, it seems foolish not to go for the most indulgent thing one can find. Last week I spent an afternoon at the Turkish baths, being scrubbed and rubbed and steamed. I've been enjoying the best shops for fine lingerie, a new found taste for Hypocras, and the agreeable habit of alternating between decadence

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The last time I flew, I made a mental note never to wear a corset when I have a date with airport security. I left the corset packed, but the vintage girdle still set off the metal detectors in Toronto. I wore the same girdle on my flight to paris (via Amsterdam), but at the transfer point it was my shoes that set it to beeping. My friend advises that I wear reasonable clothes, at least for

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I spent the weekend outside the city, exploring the land where I imagine running my fantasy ranch. Driving north through Olema, Inverness, and Point Reyes, I thought it must be a sign when I saw a boat called the Wayward Miss and a road called "Dream Farm Lane." Deer, foxes, horses. A lighthouse, a general store, a cheese shop. They're awfully pretty to visit, but right on the fault line.Further

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Craving an encounter with a roving pack of vicious she-beasts, bent on getting their thrills causing you pain?Wishing you, too, could be the laughing stock of a tough girl gang, fresh from a 1950's pulp paperback?Ever yearned for the picture perfect sissy sleepover party, complete with pillow fights, makeovers, and truth or dare?I've gone and joined a gang.The Girl Gang.

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Bobby was sent to me for corrective corporal punishment- discipline best administered by a knowing parent, of course. To save him the embarrassment of having his pants pulled down in the principal's office and his wails heard by the majority of the student body, I took him into my soundproof bedroom the minute he walked in the door. In addition to being hours late, he smelled as if he had been

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The website! It's here! But shhh. The Grand Debut won't happen until I have a few new photo shoots to share.In the next two months you can expect to see more images, more presence on some of the more interesting message boards (like Max Fisch), and I've finally made the leap to using NiteFlirt. The decision was a tough one- for such a long time, I refused requests for distance training or phone

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I've just posted some specific dates for my European visit in the summer, including a new trip through Dusseldorf and Brussels, I hope. I will be accepting appointments while in Europe, but advance booking is recommended.Though I haven't posted it, I'll be down in Aix en Provence for a day or two for a photo shoot with the world famous Robert Chouraqui. He took photos of me a few years ago which

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Some time ago I attended a Footnight- a private party like a maze with foot worship around every corner! Apparently the parties have been evolving to allow for even more privacy for the twosomes and threesomes (and foursomes...) to trample, worship, bathe, salivate, caress, and discuss the magical powers inherent in those most useful and curvaceous parts of the body. When I last attended, I found

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I have a slick new phone number, featuring encryption for our privacy. I can now be reached at 415.578.4566. If you would like your call returned, remember to speak clearly and leave a number and two windows of time in which to return your call. My regular phone hours will be pared back somewhat for the time being, but I expect to be available more frequently outside of those hours.Oh, and here's

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Nasty slender villain in slippery black silk bewitches shivering nearly-nude creature. Spells are cast, dances danced. There's even a crossbow, which I've always wanted.One of my favourite things to do before the ballet or opera in the San Francisco War Memorial Opera House is to walk through the cafe on my way to the lady's powder room. I feel the longing eyes of stocking fetishists trace the

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I promised the Surprise quite a while ago, but I'm such a perfectionist that I couldn't expose the new thing without tweaking and fiddling for ages. Rest assured it is on it's way.This month has been rain, rain, rain around here, but I've kept myself warm in a number of ways. New colleagues, a heavy pull on my supply of french tea*, and a wonderful day spent at the Fairmont Hotel organized with

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The must-anticipates surprise is going to have to be anticipated a little more!For the moment, I can at least confirm the Paris portion of my European visit this summer. I will be in Paris for the latter half of July, and visiting a few other European cities just before or after. Lately I've had a fantasy of visiting the islands of Greece, but the right invitation hasn't come along just yet.

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This weekend I have a new project being simmered over my creative fire! I'm not giving it away just yet, but if you keep your eyes peeled to my blog, you'll know soon enough.This weekend I will have extended phone hours, visible on my calendar. I am beginning to arrange any winter travel and reserve time for the play I find most rewarding, so now is the time to speak up.Happy Harvest Holidays!

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It's as if all the adult baby dreams have just come true. Not only that but naughty, impulsive little boys who require confinement and kitty cats in heat who are "relieved" through the bars of the cage!The Eiger Institute is now home to a huge, cozy crib, the likes of which you've never seen. The high sides pull down to allow Mommy to attend to her little one, but even then a small set of stairs

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I'm just packing up a few last minute things, preparing to take off for a trip to Toronto. I will most likely not be available by phone very much while I'm there, though I will be checking email. I've had some phone issues in the past two days, but rest assured it's up and running again.J.F. in particular take note: I'll be available by phone tomorrow from 10am to 12pm, and again from 5:30pm to 7

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I certainly had a nicer fair experience this year, largely avoiding the drunk and naked and instead helping out a friend with his wonderful new business, The Inverted Eye, which sells subtly kinky items and discreet fetish antiques. Areas of specialty include baby, young boy/girl, Mommy/Daddy, student/teacher, medical/dental, barber, equestrian/cowboy, vaudeville/circus, domestic and 50's kitch.

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I'm back in the beautiful Bay Area and once again accepting session requests.My plane had barely touched down when my bestockinged sissy maid came to visit in her vintage hosiery and cincher with garters, black satiny bra and maid uniform, ridiculously inappropriate heels and all too necessary chastity cage. Maidy here needs to be taken down a notch and disabused of her alpha male illusions.

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It's not "lawn-jer-ay," as we say in the US. In Paris it's "lan-jri" and I spent half my day shopping for it online with Mlle. Octavie. Her fetish for Chantal Thomass lingerie (however we pronounce it) has begun to rub off on me. It was exactly as you're imagining it: both of us gasping over polka-dot 50's pin-up panties and lacy pink girdles. "Ooh! what about THAT one?" Chantal Thomass has some

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I'm all settled in here in Paris with a French phone number and my shoes lined up neatly in front of the bookcase. I'll have lunch with Mlle. Octavie tomorrow and perhaps make a tour of the BDSM shops of Paris. There is an interesting party hosted by Maitresse Léïa on Saturday afternoon, and I do so love to torture in the afternoon!If you'd like to reach me by phone this month, there are a few

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Oh, the inversion rack. He's still thawing out from his time on ice when we guide him against the rack, tipping him horizontal and attaching the straps at frequent intervals along his legs, his arms secured along his torso. The institutional bondage around his head is the newest piece of the rack, padded but firm, preventing him from thrashing about when the Erostek is turned up higher. I concern

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Here's what happens with the exacting Ms. Eisanna Eiger behind the lens, and a good submissive boy as our assistant. (click for larger versions)For Errant PupilsHow About an (under the) Desk Job?The Elusive Dangling HeelHairbrush CrueltyWell Prepared

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He's such an adorable, nervous one. Meeting him at the door, Eisanna tells him that he's in for a surprise- that Violette is here again to help out with the scene. "Oh boy."He strips and comes into the parlor, shaking and hiding his nakedness as best he can. After an assessment of his exposed parts, he's shackled into the newest of the bondage chairs. This one has a neck iron that fits perfectly

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The fog is rolling in today and I am glad to know the end of the week will be spent in (hopefully sunny) Los Angeles with four of the most skilled, genius Dommes in the world. My availability is just as limited as it seems on my calendar; I don't have much time there, but I have enough time for one more wonderful session on Saturday.During my time in Paris, I will also be offering sessions in

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All of my proverbial ducks are now in a row and I've decided to confirm it- I'm headed south to Los Angeles with Tara Sterling, Kendra Knight, Sadie Dusaga and Lucinda Archer for a weekend of sun, sensuality, and sadism. My session availability will be extremely limited, so inquire immediately if you'd like to arrange something. Five brilliant Dommes surrounding you in a luxury hotel suite sounds

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Speaking of the AllStarDoms.com community, I now moderate a new forum there on animal role play and training! Come on over and add your two cents, ask questions, or tell stories.

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If you enjoy reading the candid thoughts of Dominant Ladies and those who submit to them, you may find a home at AllStarDommes.com. The quality of conversation is great, the participants are generally eloquent and enthusiastic, and the boards are owned and moderated by the Ladies. We talk about our favourite scenes, ask one another questions, and share ideas back and forth. It's a great place to

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As you may have noticed if you watch the sidebar carefully, I have confirmed the dates of my time in France: June 30 to July 30. It's so hot today I can't imagine going to Paris in July where the weather is even hotter at that time of year!I'm looking forward to conducting wicked sessions with Mlle. Octavie and possibly my favourite adorable blonde Parisian pin-up submissive! I am opening my

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The Dog and Pony weekend was quieter than usual this year- it was a very busy weekend for SF perverts with a lot scheduled and the D&P Show announced comparatively late in the game.While I enjoy the time spent in workshop and discussion, I live for the playtime. Two parties and an outdoor romp never seem to tire me out but rather leave me excited for more. This year there were a number of

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A little boy was rummaging through Sister's panties, and surprised by his thrill at discovering his own plastic panties from babyhood! From boy to girlchild to whimpering baby, he was strapped down to his sister's bed, hands kept from mischief inside of soft flannel-covered mitts and face buried in the scents of his infancy- Mommy's panties, sister's dresses, baby lotion and diapers. After a nap

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Ms. Eisanna Eiger shot some simply arresting photos of me in the brand new lower level of the Eiger Institute. I'm thrilled to be using all of the new equipment- some of it ordered by a very giddy Eisanna and some of it courtesy of SeriousBondage.com. It's like a sexy modern art museum now, with bold colours, stainless steel, spacious hardwood floors, and a movable exhibit of flesh!With Ms. Tara

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This year the Annual Animal Roleplay Weekend will be April 17th through 20th. Friday's fetish party at Stormy Leather should be fun, and I will certainly be there. Saturday is a whole tumble of classes, workshops, lunch and dinner gatherings, and a great big play party in the evening. Sunday is the outdoor event, when I harness a strong pony to my cart and enjoy the weather at a brisk trot.I have

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Months of wishing for Yahoo Calendar to become iCal were fruitless. I stared at it for hours, wishing I could just use iCal without changing my entire OS. (Insert clever anatomy joke here.)I have been turned on at last to the wonders of Google Calendar! Now all of my session availability and travel, as well as kink-related classes, parties, and events that I attend, teach, or organize will be

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Yesterday I passed the morning and afternoon at the Eiger Institute with Tara and Devonia, organizing and arranging things.First I worked on the Nursery. There I pulled down piles and piles of soft white towels, adult-sized cloth diapers, and plastic pants, with and without ruffles! I spread them across the floral bedspread and folded each one carefully, stacking them back up on the shelves. I

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I am so glad to have Ms. Tara Sterling back in San Francisco! We've all missed her terribly, and now that she's back, we'll be working together as much as possible in and out of scene. There's a lot of work to be done in the big, beautiful rooms of The Institute to create all of the new play space- Mommy's kitchen, the deep and sumptuous bath tub, and the large, adaptable rooms with their grand,

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For a week or so I took a break to babysit a friend and play partner from Barcelona, focusing all of my unflinching perversity and erotic nurturing on him, including his introduction to the world of public play! He was so nervous about his very first play party, about being in his little boy headspace in such an obvious and even humiliating way. He didn't know if it would make him feel

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As Ms. Tara Sterling brought up on All Star Dommes, the dynamic of a manipulative young girl in control and an older man under her pretty little thumb can be SO exciting! Tara and I make a great manipulative slumber party pair. In fact, I think we're in this role half the time we're together- pity the male authority figure who finds himself between us! As soon as Tara gets back from her travels

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I recently joined a list on Yahoo Groups for fans of the "Dominurturix" Harriet Marwood. For those who don't know, she is the focus of a fictional book variously known as The English Governess or Harriet Marwood, Governess. Trying to search for Mommy/boy erotica, I find almost nothing. Yet here is this list, with hundreds upon hundreds of members, all fans of F/m domestic discipline with the "F"

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He was wearing the tackiest sweater. It was sort of quaintly tacky, like he came from a Scottish isle directly to his session. Awful. He wasn't even Scottish. Crawling up the stairs, stripping, and preparing himself he was very obedient- almost impressive for a relative novice. He wanted to take something big for me, to learn to suck and be taken from behind just for me. I knew who he had

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After a wonderful winter holiday in Spain, I can't wait to settle down into my "normal" life again, having kinky adventures with the people I love cracking open and putting back together.It is with an enormous flood of pleasure and pride that I share with you my latest exciting news! I will now be offering sessions in San Francisco at the Eiger Institute- the most well-equipped dungeon on the

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Last night I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing with all of the possibilities for play with my dear friend Ms. Tara Sterling. We've been talking about playing together more, now that we're in the same dungeon again (more on that later), and I kept myself up thinking of just what kinds of dynamics would be most fun for the two of us. In the past, we have had the best times switching with one

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Barcelona was just as chilly as San Francisco, but I kept myself toasty with a lot of play!Twisted roleplay, humiliating social bondage, and the most warming of all: vicious spanking and paddling with my bare palm and my new stocking stuffer: the Little Mister Bunny paddle. Wayward boys and bratty babies had best behave to avoid (or beg to receive) the sting of Mister Bunny!Somehow my favourite

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I miss Seattle. I miss the people, the trees and the crisp air, the chocolates at Phinney Street and the crepes, well, pretty much everywhere. I'd like to fly up for a weekend of play, but I might hold off until there's snow on the ground. In slightly warmer news, I was so taken with Barcelona this summer that I've planned a trip back around the end of December! I'll be there for two weeks,

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The days continue to get shorter, the sunlight thinner, and the colours of autumn just keep coming. I went to get a pedicure on Friday morning and the fanciful little fall leaves painted on my toe have been making me smile every day since. I am having a hard time hiding them away in close-toed shoes! This morning we had a little photo shoot in the yard full of scarlet Japanese maple leaves- bare

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Sunday afternoon we had brunch and my little boy was a little bit intoxicated. I let him have some of Mommy's mimosa and it went straight to his head. We walked along the sunny streets, visiting shops full of underthings and toys and sweet treats, drunk on champagne but also on the weather and our happy little "family" dynamic. In an alley, I pushed him up against a metal grate and down to my

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I'd like to write a bit more about my Mommy/boy time, but I have a few current events to note as well.Tomorrow night will be Rope::Burn, an event organized and performed by Mike West. Live Japanese bondage and suspension on foxy naked ladies! I'll be attending and I encourage those who read this blog to say hello if you see me!Next weekend will be the Pony Picnic in the Park, where those of us

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I took a bit of time away from the work-a-day world to spend a whole two weeks in "Mommy" role with a wonderful "boy," and I never wanted it to end! Imagine all of the tenderness and power that a Mommy can claim, the excitement of playing out in the world, where no one knows what you are to one another, and the pleasure of intimate rituals shared between Mommy and boy!A few days in particular

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We're planning another lovely day in the park with our carts and human ponies, toward the middle of November. It will be advertised on all of the relevant email lists with specific location and time, but hopefully I will have the chance to play with a variety of ponies in the late fall sunshine.

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Someone wonderful remembered that long ago, I had fallen in love with the Little Something vibrator by Jimmyjane. This someone then just happened to give me the most wonderful thank you gift- the gift of sleek stainless steel stimulation! It's like a Maglite sex toy! Chill it! Heat it! It's beautiful, weighty, and waterproof to something like 15 feet. I don't know when it may be required at such

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As always, the sunshine poured down to warm the flesh of the Folsom Street Fair attendees, and I invoked both sunblock and parasol. I had the pleasure of coaxing a few yelps out of some very new players and beating a favourite rope Top into stunned silence! An adorable human pup called A.J. dropped by the booth with his Owner, Elizabeth. I know them both through the animal role play community,

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For so many kinky people, it really is the most wonderful time of the year.The jingling from the bridles of human ponies and the nipple clamps on mostly nude slaves trotting along behind their Masters! The slapping of bare flesh for charity, fun, or flirtation. Music and bodies and leather and metal and genitals (with sunblock!) freely parading in downtown San Francisco! This Sunday is the Folsom

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On Tuesday night I went to the Opera to see Samson and Delilah, the tickets being a gift from my faithful servant "r." I brought with me a very sweet submissive boy who had never before attended the opera, and we had such a lovely time! With our contraband chocolate and ginger sandwich cookies from from Citizen Cake, we enjoyed the sparkling beards (!), lithe temple dancers, and the lusty force

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On Monday night, Ms. Tara Sterling called me up and asked me if I would join her on a road trip into the desert for a day. At 2:30 AM on Tuesday, we left San Francisco and drove away from the lush green coast and into the Black Rock Desert. The sun on my skin and the clay underfoot were a wonderful way to clear the last six weeks of busy urban life. Reno was a disappointing parade of false luxury

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Ms. Tara Sterling, Maestra Sadie Dusaga, myself, and a few other Dommes will be holding court at a classy, sexy little restaurant and lounge this evening between 7:30 and 9ish. It's a great opportunity to meet us as people, in the real world, as opposed to digitized images and little times-new-roman characters! The pertinent information can be found on Ms. Sterling's blog, and although it's very

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I'm hoping to arrange another PonyPlay Picnic in the Park sometime soon, while the weather is still warm and sunny. I realized that it has been almost five months since the last one, which was the final event in the annual Dog and Pony Show. Thinking about the last one reminded me to look at the pictures taken of Mistress Liliane, pony Ronin, and myself, driving through beautiful golden gate park

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I don't know when my Mommy/boy fetish came into being. One day, I just thought age play was fun, and the next day, I was reading the Children's Story Book of Manners while touching myself! I love age play in all of its forms: the indulgent, smitten daddy and developing, manipulative Girl play I've spoken of before, the two tough schoolgirls, ready to corner the bully of the yard and take their

Miss Violette Thorngatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229944950538116103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547618455601308342.post-74718132850976720162007-08-19T13:11:00.000-07:002008-05-02T09:41:22.511-07:00

I had so many wonderful photo shoot opportunities while in Europe this summer, but of the few I accepted, I had the most fun with Kael T. Block. He has a very "gritty", "edgy", "New York-in-the-80's" aesthetic in much of his work, but his obsession with colour and vivid settings swayed me. We spent the afternoon riding the carousel, lifting my skirt whenever the police turned their backs. After

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I am just returning back to my home base in San Francisco after a full and magical five weeks in Europe. I had intended to post much more while abroad, but after two weeks, my laptop became infected with hamsters or a virus, preventing me from doing much of anything involving the internet. Life also begins to carry us along in such an exciting tumble that stopping to blog seems impossible. I will

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Unrelated to play, unrelated to kink.Well, unrelated to kink for the majority of the people reading this, I'm sure. I think it becomes difficult for me to distinguish between things I feel physically, viscerally excited about and things which turn me on. The line is surprisingly thin. I suppose this is why we think of them as fetishes, rather than the old run-of-the-mill turn-ons. Delicate

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Tuesday morning I woke up and pulled on layers. It was raining and the only jacket I brought was my little black cardigan. Soft modal boyshort panties. Black vintage bullet bra. Cream silk camisol for warmth. Cream vintage full slip. Lacey cream and pink petticoat. Pink vintage swiss dot dress with tiny heart shaped buttons over the bust. Red lipstick. The building I am staying in was built in

Miss Violette Thorngatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229944950538116103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547618455601308342.post-16789099661314679682007-06-28T03:01:00.000-07:002008-05-02T09:41:22.514-07:00

Paris is overcast today, but I have reservations at a three-star restaurant tonight, so I won't let the weather get me down!The world of BDSM here is really far behind the Bay Area, with many unethical players and very little in the way of community. I believe that it is community (and the accountability implied) that helps to develop kink ethics. I'm sure some people are accountable even on

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I want to keep everyone abreast of my travel plans for the summer, so here you have it! I am available for sessions in all of these destinations, but I'd especially like to play in Paris and Barcelona. If you have suggestions about exciting adventures, fine dining, kinky locales, or botanical gardens in any of these places, do let me know!June 25: San Francisco - ParisJuly 16: Paris -

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I have a whim to do a splosh shoe scene while I'm in L.A. next weekend.Someone has just sent me some absolutely pornographic images of cupcakes, and all I can think of is squishing them against my skin, piercing them with my heels, and having the sugary carnage licked off by an enthusiastic bottom. You know that for someone so attached to their shoes, for a Lady with an intense shoe fetish, that

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My dear friend and associate Ms. Tara Sterling has been in town visiting for a few days, and the other night we went out out for a little evening soiree together. We had made plans to "hang around" at Mike West's loft for a while, watching videos of his Rope:Burn riggings, enjoying his cats (Craig and Craig), and chatting a bit. Of course, it wouldn't be Mike's place if someone didn't get strung

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It seems like a kinky person in the Bay Area could be kept busy every day with the unbelievable volume of classes, workshops, munches, play parties, and weekend camping getaways surrounding the Leather community! I try to prune my calendar back somewhat to allow for the other things I care about in my life (like the Alameda Point Antiques and Collectibles Faire every first Sunday, plant sales,

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Last night I attended my first FootNight, encouraged first by Domina Soulstice, then by Pagan Wilde and by Sydney Sweet, and finally by my own desire to have my feet touched in a thousand different ways. I wore a gauzy black dress by Nataya, very 20's-inspired, and open toed stilettos, piped in white, with a flirty bow across the toe. I left my hair down, without ornamentation, but only because I

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