The Bondage Party

Let's tie one on.

Months ago, I met a charming and handsome older man at the Standard Hotel. The story is here.

We have maintained a relationship. Usually, I go to his house and he dominates me. Then we pass out and go to breakfast. Occasionally, we meet a diner for brownie waffle sundaes and talk about life. The last time we met over waffles he told me about his new girlfriend. They are in love and he suggested I meet her.

I met her a few nights ago at swanky play party. I was a little apprehensive that she wouldn't like me. Even a woman in an open relationship can get possessive of her man.

I loved her. She loved me. We got along famously and she was totally cool with me and Handsome getting it on once in a while. Then she gave me a shot glass of something everyone at the party called sassafras. They said it would make me feel like I was on ecstasy. I shot it.

I was laying on the ground when the sassafras hit. There was a hot naked lady messaging my feet while her husband was rubbing my shoulders. "This feels really great but I need some air!" I jumped up and ran outside because I was feeling so dizzy. A bespectacled older gentleman followed me outside. He asked me if I was OK, and introduced himself as a fetish porn star. He told me that he wanted to suspend me from the ceiling by rope. I haven't been suspended in years, since I was a professional sub at the commercial dungeon, so I jumped at the chance. Plus that happy, lovey-dovey feeling was kicking in so it seemed like perfect timing.

The fetish porn guy suspended me by my ankles, knees, hips, chest and hair. After about a minute I had to make him remove the rope from my chest because it was too uncomfortable. As a result he had to untie the rope from my hair, so I was hanging upside down. It felt freaking great. My spine was long and loose. My head felt like a ball hanging from a string. Then his 21-year old slave girl put a Hitachi wand on my clit. I forgot all about my spine.

As soon as I was lowered and released, I excused myself to the bathroom. I puked my guts out. By then the sun was up and everyone was passing out. Handsome and his new girl gave me a ride home and I spent all day in bed.  I woke up in time to watch the season 5 premiere of Mad Men.

Sin City Re-cap

The house always wins. Bend over.

I am back from Las Vegas. It was a 5-day blur of sessions, slot machines and sleaze. I went with Mistress Justine and Siren Savannah.

The Snake Man never came to see me. It turns out he didn't actually own the snake; he was hoping to borrow one from a friend. But when Snake Man told his friend he planned on taking the snake on a kinky field trip, the snake's owner objected. So Snake Man cancelled our session altogether.

The girls and I had a great time, acting like average tourists during the day - shopping, swimming, stuffing our purses with cookies and muffins from the buffet. And at night, we met all kinds of Vegas submissives. Some were locals, and some were tourists who wanted to do their part in putting the 'sin' in Sin City.

We stayed on the 28th floor of a fabulous hotel smack in the middle of the strip. The last night of our trip, the 3 of us were laughing and chatting and heard a knock on the wall. It came from the room next door.


"Hey ladies, I got hella alcohol in my room! Can I come over and make you a drink?"

The voice was of a California native in the next room. He'd heard us talking and wanted in on the fun. We shouted at him to knock on our hotel door if he wanted to come hang. I did a quick survey of the room and took every errant clothespin, piece of rope or other torture device and threw it in the closet. The dude came in and sat and we chatted. He was a 20-something guy from Northern California who had just checked into his room and didn't know anyone in Vegas. He wanted to take us out partying but we had to leave for LA early the next morning so we declined. The Nor-Cal Boy said goodnight and walked toward the door, but something stopped him in his tracks. He looked over at the bed and saw a piece of equipment I had overlooked when I de-kinked the room. It was Mistress Justine's giant wooden paddle.

"Oh shit! I see what's going on in here!" Nor-Cal Boy's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Don't touch that," I said. "We're getting up early tomorrow. You need to go."

He didn't hear me. He started swinging Mistress Justine's paddle around and talked about how he'd always wondered what it would feel like to get a good paddling.

"If you don't put that down, we're gonna use it on you!" With that, Mistress Justine finally got his attention and yanked the paddle out of his hand. But Nor-Cal Boy didn't walk out the door, he sat back down on the bed.

"You asked for it!" That was his final warning from Mistress Justine.

Savannah crept up behind him on the bed and pinned his arms above his head. I unbuttoned his cargo pants and pulled 'em down. That dirty boy wasn't even wearing any underwear! We flipped him over and while he was face down on the bed, we each gave him 10 hard smacks! He tried not to cry out at first, but by the time it was my turn, his wails were guttural. Nor-Cal Boy was breathing heavily as his pulled his pants back up, but managed to thank us while limping out the door.

The 3 of us finally got to sleep, and by 9am, we were on the road to Los Angeles, feeling like we had successfully made Vegas our bitch. 

Vegas Babies! March 7-12

I'll blow on your dice. 

Viva Las-Sophie's-coming-to-Vegas!

This is my first trip to Vegas exclusively to play. I am staying on the strip in one of the hot casinos with Mistress Justine Haughty and Siren Savannah. We're there March 7th through the 12th, so if you are in Vegas and want to play, you know who to call!

I've been to Vegas before, many times, because my best friend from college lives there.  Back when I was a college girl, I told my parents that I was staying on campus for spring break to catch up on school work, but really, I caught a flight from Boston to Las Vegas to party in Sin City for the first time. The partying started before we even boarded the flight. I got drunk off Jack Daniels in my dorm room before the cab showed up to bring us to the airport. By the time we got dropped off my head was spinning. By the time we made it through security, right in front of a Starbucks, I puked. One of the baristas ran from her latte assembly line with a stack of paper towels and told me to start wiping it up. I told her to screw it and I ran to the bathroom. Because of my sweet and innocent face, and a story about how some stomach bug was going around my dorm, airport security let me on the plane and spared me from ending up in airport jail for some kind of vomit terrorism. I made it to Vegas in one piece, and barely remember any more details from spring break. I must have had a great time.

I have already started getting calls for Las Vegas sessions. I'm getting requests for the usual-bondage, golden showers, strap-on play. But I did get one call that ranks right up there as one of the most bizarre requests I have ever gotten. A gentlemen called me, to request that I dominate his girlfriend while he watches. He wants me to tie her up and blindfold her while I place his snake on top of her body and we both watch it slither all over her! At first I thought 'snake' was his nickname for his penis, but he meant the reptile. I'm not afraid of snakes, but I had to admit to the Snake Man, "Hey, I've never even owned a cat, I don't know to handle a snake!" But lucky for us, my Mistress friends who are coming to town with me, have handled plenty of snakes. One even had a boa constrictor as a pet when she was a little girl! I've done lots of crazy things in Vegas before, but if this snake session comes through, it will take the crazy-cake.

Check back in a few days for the snake-update! As the expression goes, "What happens in Vegas, ends up on my blog."