Throw each punch as though it will be your last

Get your minds out of the gutter-it's just a cigar.

It never ceases to amaze me how resilient the testicles are. I can pound and pound away with my dainty fist, yet I never do any real damage. No blood, no bruises, and they pop right back into shape.

I acquired a new pet over the weekend. I will call him Hot Chocolate because that he is what he brought me. Hot Chocolate said I could do whatever I wanted to him. "Pants off!" I ordered. Whatever I want is usually spanking and CBT. I guess I like torturing the rounder body parts. Hot Chocolate was a Mistress' dream. He was very obedient and he smiled a lot which made me want to hear him cry all the more! He tried to muffle his whimpers in a pillow while I punched his nuts but I could still hear him. After he left, I had a spring in my step for the rest of the evening. It feels good to know that little ol' me has the power to make a grown man cry.

Whenever life makes me feel frustrated and powerless, I will think of your balls.
Thank you, Hot Chocolate.

Everything You Need is Downtown

8pm on a Saturday night and looking for trouble.

Last weekend I made it my mission to party as hard as I could. My mission brought me to the Standard Hotel in downtown LA, which is a party mecca for wacky young types like me. A tall, dark and handsome was introduced to me by a friend of a friend and I immediately got that vibe from him - that strong secure vibe from a really stable guy who is totally in control of himself and can get things done. Like the kind of guy I'd call if I ended up in jail.  He opened with a pick up line I get all the time: "Hey, you've got a great ass." Snooze . . .

But then he followed up with, "You must be an Italian girl." It was an astute observation made just by looking at my ass. Why yes, I am a full breed Italian-American. If you stare at my ass long enough you can see the generations of pasta eaters and grape stompers.

Tall, Dark and Handsome brought me downstairs to his suite where I finally got the birthday spanking I've been waiting for. It was so good I couldn't even stay at the hotel to party. I had to go right home and snuggle up in my bed. I am still bruised!

I always swell with pride when I see my bruised ass in the mirror. And underneath all that pride, a part of me wants to get revenge.

Everyone Wants to Bang the Wardrobe Girl

A Mararon Ménage à Trois

I got my birthday wish today. I got spanked. I got way more spankings than years under my belt. I am a lucky girl. My spanker got lucky too, when I decided I needed revenge and spanked him way harder that I thought I could!  After my spanking a boy friend (not a boyfriend) called and offered to take me out for a belated birthday gourmet burger.

The best part of my fancy burger dinner was that my pal told me that he had his very first threesome. He recounted every detail of his new adventure. You never forget your first threesome! I had mine years ago at an after party for a musical I worked on, back when I was a wardrobe girl on Broadway in New York. It started off with a game of spin the bottle with me, the stage manager and his assistant. It ended with me strolling to the subway station at 5 in the morning. Snow was on the ground, my thong panty was in my purse, and there was a huge grin on my face. It must have been 10 degrees but I wasn't cold.

Now I live in Southern California and I never see snow. Between the balmy weather and the kinky sex, I always stay extra warm.

I've been bad. Someone spank me now.

What an innocent face!

On Tuesday, my birthday, I made a smoothie, I went to yoga, my friends took me out for Thai and I turned in early. I thought, what a great way to start off my year! Finally, I am growing up. I can still have fun without drugs and alcohol and that's the way it should be. On Wednesday, the day after my birthday, we hit the Chateau Marmont Bar and I thought I would reward my good behavior with one glass of champagne.

Fast forward to this morning. My roommate is screaming that she can't take a shower because our bathroom is covered in puke.

One of my fabulous pets took me out to lunch this afternoon where I drank my body weight in ice water and inhaled a steak sandwich, and I was back to my normal self in no time.

We all get a free pass on our birthday right? Or in my case, the day after my birthday.  My only regret is that I have yet to receive my birthday spanking! And after last night's fiasco, I really deserve one!

In a Pissy Mood

I couldn't find a pic from Mexico, so here's me being fabulous in an old cemetery.

With all this rain in LA this week, I am reminded of the first time I gave a golden shower.

I was 21 and fresh outta college. I was up for anything. I met a 40 year old screenwriter with long hair and a Mercedes!  He told me he was was writing a screenplay 'on spec' (which is a fancy Hollywood way of saying "for free") about Mexican druglords, and invited me to join him on a research trip to Acapulco. One hour later we were fucking in an elevator. I never knew people seriously fucked in elevators!

When we landed in Mexico, he asked me to pee on him. I drank lots of tequila and did it.

I have since tried to pee on another person, and I haven't been successful at all. I can't get drunk in order to do it because I don't drink heavily anymore. Just like I also don't date screenwriters anymore.
But I just learned that a little champagne does the trick. So now I know how I am going to spend my time indoors this cold, rainy week!

Sex-free Saturday :(

One of my prospective booty calls invited me over to his apartment finally. I wore my sequins booty shorts for the occassion. The apartment has two bedrooms even though he lives alone. What a baller! His pit bull stuck his nose in my crotch and ran, and then I thought I'd go for it, so I threw myself at the Baller.

Him: I've got to get up early tomorrow.

Me: Goodbye, asshole. (I said "Goodbye" but only thought "asshole." I'm a classy lady).

I am not used to being rejected. Who doesn't want to bang me? I know who- it's the one guy I want.

But I am not gonna let it get me down all you wild things out there! I am going to play the rejection away!  Of course, I'll need your help, but you know I'm worth it.
switchsophie@gmail or (323) 903-7184. And don't be afraid to leave a voicemail if I don't pick up. It's a private voicemail box, not the answering machine I share with my grandma. Just kidding, she's dead. Hope to spank your all your asses very soon! XOXO

Season of the Scorpio

A lovely surprise showed up this evening when I was paid a visit by my newest bitch boy! Can he take a good face slapping. And I went at him hard. I always get a little over-zealous when I find nice new bitch boy. The little slut likes a nice paddle on his ass too! (And when I am being a little slut, I like the paddle too!)  It's like my birthday came a few days early. And speaking of birthdays, mine is a few short days away and I love getting naughty presents (My wishlist) over flowers any day. I love to play the most, but presents are a very close second!


Let's play very soon. . . Sophie Blue

Slaves and Sobriety

Happy All Saints' Day! I was raised a nice Catholic girl so I have to say that. Wait a minute. I lapsed and grew up to be an atheist. Nevermind.
I met a lovely young man on the streets of West Hollywood last night. He is an ex-Marine and quite a strapping stud. He humbly admitted to me that he'd love to be my personal slave. Oh, sometimes the planets align and good things fall into Mistress Sophie's lap! And he lives down the street from me!
I didn't say yes however. He needs to show me how bad he wants it. In my secret fantasy, he shows up at my door in his costume from last night (shirtless cowboy) with wonton soup, dark chocolate and Bombay Sapphire. Then, in between sips of my dirty martini, I treat cowboy bill to some ballbusting. I kick him, over and over, right between his legs. So hard that I get a bruise on my foot and cowboy has to rub it out. . . sorry, I spaced for a second. Just visualizing. . .
I would never drink and ballbust of course. It's just a fantasy, the drinking. The ballbusting is reality.