The good old days.

I look to good to do housework. 

The girls got together to do a retro lingerie photo shoot. The fabulous Christa Faust brought her collection of vintage goodies and set me up in a bullet bra and girdle. We added an apron even though I don't cook or clean!

We drank champagne, giggled and looked fabulous. Don't you agree?

Getting messy with the girls.

Love to get a snap of my WAM supplies! 

Summer is over technically, but here in SoCal it's still really really hot, which is perfect for sploshing. Last week Fetish Jade, Velvet Fox and I did a triple session with a young hottie who showed up in a nerd costume-glasses, a tie and dress shirt and tightie whities! We roleplayed that we were the bitchy popular girls, and lured him from the library our back yard to torture him with pies and ice cream.

We tied to him a tree, stripped him to his shorts and covered every inch of his body in chocolate syrup, whipped cream, pudding, eggs, canola oil and ice cream. Our nerd didn't get any studying done that afternoon!

What's better than being dominated by a hot chick? Domination by 3!

For live sessions, messy or otherwise, call (323) 903-7184 or email switchsophie@yahoo.com

Ring Ring Kinksters!

Just rolling around the floor a little. 

Yesterday morning at 9am the phone rang and it was a gentleman calling from New York. I imagine he had gotten up a little early, before everyone else to sneak in a naughty phone call. When I do phone sessions, I usually describe all the creative and sadistic ways I would dominate the man, if he was in front of me. This call was a little different. NY Guy just wanted to get a few things off his chest and it was quite a confession.

NY Guy had recently found a new Domme. He would go over to her house, dress up in a French maid's outfit and clean her house. Then when he was done, she would take advantage of her slutty maid, and then he'd go back to his regular life. But one day, while he was doing his Mistress' laundry, her 19 year old daughter came home early. As she opened the door to the house, he was about to scramble into the bathroom when the Mistress told him not to move a muscle. Then the Mistress instructed her daughter to give any dirty laundry that she had to the slave. The daughter didn't go up to her room to grab laundry, but instead, took off all of her clothes and handed them to NY Guy!

He dutifully ran back to the laundry room and while he was in there, the daughter showed up with her strap on! NY Guy hit the jackpot! He found a Mother/Daughter Domination Duo. Then, as soon as he finished his story, he said. "Nice talking to you Mistress, goodbye!" and that was it. I don't think I said more than 3 words. But it was fantastic. I love hearing about all your dirty experiences. Keep 'em coming. Your secrets are safe with me. ;)

WAM CAM!

Crisco domination from my last 'live-action' WAM session.

Yesterday I got a call from a boy in Minnesota who wanted to have a cam session over Skype.

Minnesota Boy loves to get messy and admitted to a sneaker fetish.  Minnesota Boy took me on a tour of his apartment and finally set down his laptop on the floor of his kitchen where he had laid out a plastic tarp, and 3 large bowls of vanilla cake batter. He dyed the batter so one bowl had pink batter, one had green and one with blue. He showed me 4 different pairs of new sneakers because he wanted to get messy in a pair, so I told him to put on the hot pink Reeboks. You read that right- he owned a pair of hot pink sneakers.

Minnesota Boy stood in front of his laptop, naked, except for the kicks, with the 3 bowls set in front of him. I told him to rub and pour the batter onto various parts of his body and his shoes. I make him dunk his face in each bowl. I told him to stroke himself using the pink batter as lube. Finally, under my instruction, he ejaculated into his left shoe. I made sure to let him know that he was not to wash the cum out of his sneaker before the next time he wears it. I was quite pleased with myself for coming up with such a twisted idea, so after we finished, I rewarded myself with a trip to the movie theater to see Magic Mike.

We are WAMing at the Catsuit Lounge all summer! It's perfect weather for it! 
(323) 903-7184 or if you don't live in SoCal email for WAM CAM details! switchsophie@gmail.com
 

Fetishes of the Rich & Famous

Click here to see a list of famous foot fetishes. 

Worship my famous feet at the Catsuit Lounge. 

(323) 903-7814

OK Cupid acknowledges us kinksters

I found this while trolling the internet for foot fetish material.

OK Cupid is a lot more helpful that I thought!

http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8696984711431823232

Let's get messy

That's my ass getting stuffed with kiddie pasta!

The other day I showed up at the Lounge and walked right in on Fetish Jade tying a lucky boy to a tree. She had tubs of ice cream, large cans of pudding and Spaghetti O's, countless bottles of chocolate syrups and more sticky and slimy foods lined up on the ground.

I stripped down to my pantyhose and jumped right in. First we coated Messy Boy in vanilla pudding. I had a particularly good time pouring chocolate syrup over his head and watching it run down his body, making all kind of sexy dirty designs. Even though we stuffed his tighty whiteys with melted ice cream, his erection showed no signs of abating. It was very impressive, although we are very sexy WAM Dommes, so I understand why he was able to stay so hard with all that ice cream between his legs.

Then it was my turn to get dirty. Messy Boy bent me over a chair and spanked me over my pantyhose. (Oh how I love to get spanked!) Then he poured pudding over my head and down my back and stuffed my pantyhose with Spaghetti O's. By the time we were done the 3 of us were covered head to toe in pudding, ice cream, syrups, cooking oi and generic cheese whiz.

It's nice and warm out so you if you are a splosh fan, or want to try it for the first time, get messy with me under the hot sun!

Listen to My Voice

Charge that iPhone!

Now I can dominate you no matter where you are!

I am now offering my services over the phone through 2 very sexy sites!

Talk Sugar - Click here or on the telephone icon above

And:

NiteFlirt - Click here or on the telephone icon above

Maybe you want to suck my soft toes?  Perhaps you'd like me to dress you up like the dirty slut you are. Or you need a beautiful woman to tell you what a small penis you have...

Now you only need your phone to escape to My world.

An extra sweet session

Sugary treats for you to suck on!

A gentleman called me last week and told me that it was his fantasy to lick cupcake frosting off my feet and legs. He said that he would get the cupcakes from Sprinkles Cupcake Bakery in Beverly Hills. I told him that I would only agree to the session if he showed up with cupcakes for me, in addition to the ones that would be eaten off my feet.  And then, like a good cupcake slave he asked, "What are your favorite flavors?" It was on.

I nibbled on a heavenly carrot cake cupcake (my favorite!) while he smeared cream cheese frosting on my legs and feet and licked it off. I have been having my feet worshiped for years, but it was the first time my tootsies were covered in frosting. It tickled while he licked it off, and I did a lot of giggling in between bites of my cupcake. I had a blast. Thank you Cupcake Slave. I think I have a new fetish.

Gentlemen Prefer Hose

A little 'artsy' leg action for you.

I saw a new gentleman last week. He called me early in the morning to make an evening appointment. He asked if I would put on my pantyhose as soon as possible so by the time he met me, they would have a nice lived-in smell.

Our session was straight forward, yet lovely and playful, pantyhose worship. My favorite part about pantyhose worship is that the tingle I feel when someone touches my legs. I get goosebumps from fingers or lips running along the taut lycra. And he was ultra excited by the musk created by my running around all day in hose. In fact, he suggested that next time I work out in my hose before meeting him!

That gave me a great idea! I don't belong to gym, but I am a major yoga enthusiast and I practice at a yoga studio every morning. For those of you pantyhose enthusiasts, I would love to wear my pantyhose to my yoga class before hitting our session. I do vinyasa, power and Bikram yoga and if you know yoga, you know those are rigorous sweaty sessions!

I am at the Lounge in the afternoons and evenings this week, so call to get your sweet pantyhose fix!

XO, Miss Sophie Blue, Full-time fetishist, part-time Yogi

The Ballad of Sissy Mike

Guess who's legs, Give up? Mine!

Another tale from my first week as a professional fetishist:

I was alerted by the dungeon manager Bella, that a gentlemen dubbed Sissy Mike would eventually session with me. "He only sessions with the new girls," she told me. "If he likes you he will see you for a few months, but he always moves on the newest girl." Sissy Mike was a cross dresser and he wanted the same role play every time. According to Bella, Mike would fill me in about everything. Then Bella and the other girls, all dungeon veterans, giggled. That was all they were going to tell me. They didn't want to ruin the surprise.

One rainy Monday night Sissy Mike wandered in and requested a session with me. He was in his 50's and wearing a powder blue tracksuit. He was uncomfortably quiet, and he was all business as he dragged me to the sissy closet. He meticulously picked out a bra, panties and stockings, and then he grabbed a flogger.

"So do you like to be flogged?" I asked.

"No," he answered.

We got to the room and Sissy Mike laid out the scenario. I was a clerk at the lingerie store and he would come in to buy some presents for his girlfriend, but I would force him to wear the lingerie himself. So that's what we did. I dressed him in women's underwear and even did his makeup. Then he picked up the flogger and dug into this track pants pocket. He pulled out a magnum condom and unrolled it on the handle of the flogger.

"Call me a bitch and make me suck this."

That was how I learned that a cross dressing man never feels like his outfit is complete unless he has a 'dick' to suck.

I timidly asked his bitch-ass to suck my dick while holding the flogger a foot away from my body. He sucked and his lipstick smeared all over his chin and the condom. The sight of a hairy middle aged man in fuchsia lipstick sucking this makeshift dildo was gruesome. I needed a productive way to channel my disgust.

I took the flogger and put it between my legs with the handle poking out from my crotch.

"I don't think you are sucking hard enough, you ugly bitch!"

Then he really went at my dick. At some point he lay back on the ground, flipped his legs over his head and jerked off onto his own face. Surprise! It's been 4 years and I still haven't seen a man, other than Sissy Mike, ejaculate on to his own face.

After he came, he turned in to the friendliest man you could ever meet. He wanted to talk about literature, movies, the weather, my childhood. Sissy Mike was a completely different person once he got his cross dressing rocks off.

Sissy Mike saw me every Monday night for the next 6 months. He always wore the same track suit. He always barely spoke until the scene was over. His session always had to be exactly the same. I must have seen him come on his own face at least 25 times. When Miss Layla got hired and replaced me as the dungeon newbie, I never sessioned with Mike again. Sometimes I would see him with a new girl in the sissy closet picking out the perfect bra. I always said "Hi Mike" even though he would never answer back.

My first CBT session

This picture was taken on my first day at the dungeon.

It was 4 years ago and I had been working at the commercial dungeon for a couple of months. I showed up for my Saturday afternoon shift and Miss Bella, the receptionist, told me that I had a double session with Mistress Trinity to top a dude named Larry. Mistress Trinity was rail thin, covered in tattoos and had a spiky black mohawk. She looked like the female version of Sid Vicious and I was dressed like a college girl in cheap lingerie. I couldn't believe Larry had paired us together for a session. Obviously, he liked variety.


I had never even spoken to Mistress Trinity before that day, because her bad ass looks intimidated me. She was actually quite soft-spoken and she told me that she had sessioned before with Long Balls Larry. That was his nickname around the dungeon, as he had a extraordinarily low hanging nutsack.  All the girls had seen them at one point. She said he was into CBT and that I should just follow her lead. I tried to get more info out of her, as I had never done CBT before, but she was so blase about the whole thing and didn't say much.

Long Balls Larry had a lazy eye and was in his 50's. He stripped and lay on the ground. Mistress Trinity stood over his body and pressed her booted foot (both of us had been instructed by Larry to wear boots with stiletto heels) on top of his penis, pushing it against his torso. Then she took her foot away and motioned for me to do the same. I was afraid and unsure of how to do it. I tapped my boot against his soft penis. He looked bored. Then I took a swift kick to his cock and he moaned and wiggled. He was happy. Only one thing was going through my head - I can't believe a man is paying me to do this. 


After a bit of that, Mistress Trinity ordered Long Balls Larry to sit up, with his legs spread apart.  Then he lay his cock and balls flat out on the ground between his open legs. Mistress Trinity took the heel of her boot, positioned it right in the middle of one ball and leaned into it! I stood there stone faced, because I didn't want them to see how shocked I was. She was putting all of her body weight on this guy's nut!  The look on Long Balls face was a combination of euphoria and agony. Then it was my turn.

I had never inflicted such pain on a man before and I worried that it may be against my nature.  I grew up with a younger brother, and I could always exert my authority over him by threatening a kick to the groin, but I never actually went through with it. I guess, as a little girl, I was more into the psychological torture than the physical.


I stepped up to Long Balls Larry's long balls. It was starting to make sense to me. His long balls were a byproduct of the years of hardcore CBT. Many great Mistresses before me had stepped on these balls and many other Mistresses would do so for years to come. It was like I was getting ready to squash an institution. I placed the heel of my boot in the middle of his sack, I held my breath and balanced all of my body weight on the heel. And something happened that I never expected to see at that moment. His cock went from flaccid to rock solid. I exhaled. A boner! A sure sign that I was doing good!


Before our session was over, Mistress Trinity asked me if I was up to kicking him in nuts a few times. Yes, yes, yes! I was on a power trip and torturing Long Balls was getting addicting. He kneeled with Trinity standing behind him so he could brace himself during the kicks. I kicked him in the crotch 10 times, over and over, with my right foot.



Long Balls Larry tipped us an extra 50 each and went on his way. When I took off my boots I saw that I had a faint purple bruise on the top of my right foot.

Going to prison has never been this sexy.

Who likes pain? You do!

A young man pulled up to the dungeon on a motorcycle last Sunday afternoon. He requested a warden/prisoner roleplay, with me as the warden. I put on my black thigh high boots because that seemed to me like something that a sexy warden character would wear in a porno.

I handcuffed Biker Boy and pulled him over to the bondage table. Then I checked him out a little bit. He was in his 20's and had a nice head of dark hair and big dark eyes. I pulled his hair and slapped him in the face a few times. I asked him if he was remorseful for the crimes he'd committed.

"No. Let me go and get back to your lip gloss."

Biker Boy was a sassy submissive and wasn't going to make it easy for Warden Sophie! I took the cuffs off and made him strip. I pushed him down on the bondage table and he struggled a little, but not so much that I couldn't strap him down. That's when the real fun began. I clipped my clamps to his nipples and tied up his cock with shoelaces. I twisted and pulled on the clamps, but I didn't take them off. I stood up on the bondage table with one foot on each side of his body. I held on to the bars (we have bars hanging from the ceiling over the bondage table, like the bars that hang over a message table in order for the therapist to safely walk on your back). I used my foot to press his erect cock against his stomach and then I put my full weight on it. I demanded that he tell me he was a sad sorry criminal. He shook his head and said "Never!" I couldn't let the prisoner get away with such audaciousness so I straddled his legs and kneed him in the nuts. He moaned. Then I removed the clamps, which is actually the most painful part of playing with nipple clamps. A little more nipple torture, a little more CBT, and then our time was up.

He left and I stayed inside to straighten up and change back into my civilian clothes. When I was leaving I ran into our Madame. She said that she saw Biker Boy practically skipping off to the parking lot with a huge grin on his face.

Popped my WAM cherry

Someone has a sweet tooth! 

I started sessioning at the Catsuit Lounge last summer. The Lounge is on a large piece of property and we can accomodate clients who want to play outside. Because of that, several of the Catsuit Domme's do splosh sessions. I didn't know a whole lot about sploshing, or WAM, and I didn't anticipate getting any requests for it, so I never gave it much thought. Until. . .

A man called me last week about sploshing and explained that he wanted to be covered in cake batter and whipped cream. I was immediately relieved. Some people like to splosh with baked beans or mud or spaghetti sauce. But cake batter and whipped cream makes me think of a slumber party that's gotten a little out of control. Innocent, fun and sweet.

So the big day came and I met the young man at the Ranch. He was a soft-spoken biologist in his late 20's from the mid-west. He told me that he had never sploshed before, but he had fantasized about it all through childhood while living in a pristine museum-like home under the strict rule of an OCD-clean mother. We drove to the nearest grocery store and he filled the cart with 24 boxes of cake mix and 10 tubs of whipped cream. He was courteous enough to ask me what my favorite cake flavor was.  I told him that I liked to eat white cake but for the purposes of what we were going to do, it really didn't matter. The checkout girl commented that we must be making lots of cakes, and Cakeboy replied "Bake sale."

"Yup!" I pipped in and smiled. "It's a fundraiser for children." I love being a kinky freak who blends so well into normal society.

The set up included mixing the cake batter with water in 3 large buckets, preparing 15 paper plates of whipped cream, laying down a tarp in the back yard and changing into panties and an old tank top (he was nude). And finally, I was ready to dominate. I started by holding a paper plate in each hand and then smashing the plates into the sides of his head at the same time, like I was playing the cymbals.  Then I found an old paint brush and dipped it in the batter and flicked it onto his chest and belly, Jackson Pollock-style. I dunked his head in the bucket, and for the grand finale I emptied the entire bucket over him, until ever bit of his body was covered. My legs and arms were sticky, and I had a few batter clumps in my hair.  He was giggling, and I'd had more fun that I thought I would. I felt like a little kid playing in the mud.

The dungeon only has one bathroom and I told Cakeboy he could shower first. "No you first," he insisted. "I'm gonna be in that shower for a loooong time." Then he grinned from ear to ear. Oh, I get it, he's gotta clean himself up and jerk off. I showered first.

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."

Don't make Me shove this foot up your ass!

A little conversation?

I've been thinking a lot about feet, since there are more die-hard foot fetishists popping up in my life these days. My first foot session is described here.

What I neglected to mention, is that the Buckets-of-Cum guy sucked on the heel of my shoe first and when I decided that my heel was sufficiently aroused, I blasted him with hand creme to symbolize my heel/cock ejaculating. (All his idea, he was very creative!) The beginning of our session started out with the gentleman very intently staring at my feet. It must have gone on for at least 10 minutes, which doesn't sound very long. But it certainly felt like a long time as the 2 of us were sitting in total silence, while he cradled my foot. It looked to me like he was developing a relationship with my foot. He massaged and kissed and stroked my foot like it was the face of a lover. That was the first time I had seen such a thing.

Years ago, I read somewhere that women love shoes so much because the part of our brain that processes 'sex' is closest to the part of the brain that processes 'feet.' It sounded like bullshit to me at the time, like an urban legend the ladies of Sex and the City may have chatted about. Today I found this article via a google search. 

My toes are really stubby, and they were great for ballet when I was a little girl, but as a teenager I was self-conscious about how fat my toes are. While the other girls were obsessed with their butts and hips, I was stick-thin and worried about my toes. (A teenage girl can always find something "wrong" with her body).  Now it all seems silly, especially since my fat little tootsies have so many admirers these days.

I have to get back to polishing off this box of chocolates. I mentioned in my last blog that I had come down with the flu, but I have recovered and I am ready to play tomorrow and milk Hump Day for all it's worth! Happy Valentine's Day Players!

XO, Sophie B.

My cure for cabin fever, & details on my LIVE appearance.

Come see me use 'the wand' this Friday in Hollywood!

The past few days I haven't done much of anything because I've been a pretty sick puppy.
Just watching lots of Dexter (that Michael C. Hall can come after me with the plastic wrap any time he wants!) and sitting in bed playing with my new toy. My new toy is a neon wand and I have already tried all of the electrodes and I was able to turn up the juice all the way. My bedroom smells like a blown fuse, but I had to keep myself entertained while recovering from my fever.

I finally started feeling better after a gentleman friend of mine appeared on my doorstep today with Thai coconut soup to help rehabilitate me. He is always showing up with little presents or food but claims that he only does it because he wants 'good karma.' He calls it karma. I call it 'being my bitch.' Tomato, tomahto, I suppose.  

I am going to bust out the electric wand this Friday at a comedy show called Paid or Pain. A brilliant, yet sick and twisted producer friend of mine had the idea to put on a stand up comedy show where the audience can vote on whether the stand up comic deserves money or torture after performing. Usually comics hate to bomb but a few of these pervy performers don't mind because they know that if they don't get any laughs, I will be coming after them with the wand!

I will be causing trouble this Friday, February 10th at 10PM and you can see me in a rare live appearance!

Details are here:

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 10TH, 10PM The Comedy Store 8433 Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90069 (btwn La Cienega & Sweetzer) 323.650.6268

PAID -OR- PAIN?-->Tired of being tortured by bad comedy? NOW, comedians join forces with burlesque dancers and a dominatrix. Comics perform & the audience decides; will they be PAID in cash or administered PAIN by a dominatrix? PAID or PAIN: a sociological comedy experiment.
Hosted by Josh Filipowski & Dominatrix Sophie Blue! Plus Sexperts and Special Guests!
$10 in advance online (BUY 8, GET 2 FREE!)/$15 at door. 2 drink min. 21+ THIS WILL BE FILMED Buy tickets here.

The Mistress Takes A Slave

Naughty Nurse Sophie got her hair did!

My little toes fit perfectly in the little mouth of my newest slave! When he presented himself to me, he said he could be of service in many ways- cleaning, laundry, cunnilingus. But I hear those things from potential slaves all the time. Like my idea of a good time is running around my house after my slave, making sure he knows how to properly use the steam cleaner and is separating the whites from the colors. And I also have plenty of wonderful and sexy friends who can provide me with oral service, thank you very much. But this guy really piqued my interest when he told me that he is a recent graduate of a very prestigious hair styling academy.

Finally, someone who can really help me out!

A little secret about me - I hate washing and blow drying my hair. It is so thick and lustrous (I know, I know, it's hard being so beautiful). It's a absolute chore and I dread it. So I met the hairdresser for coffee and we chatted about the lifestyle, our experiences and our needs. He described himself as a giver, someone who really gets off on making people happy. I am really fascinated by people like him, since at heart I get off on being served and pampered. The hairdresser seemed sweet and sincere and he had huge exotic black eyes. I took him home and he washed and massaged my scalp for 20 minutes. It felt so good that I could have let it go on for hours. When we were done, he opened his bag of tricks, pulled out styling tools, hair products, a variety of brushes and combs, and went to work. I looked so glamorous and I was so pleased, that I took him out to my patio, made him lay on his back, and stuck my little toes right in his mouth. He licked in between each toe and groaned in such ecstacy, that I felt something I don't usually feel. I wanted to do more. I wanted to take him further since he devoted his entire day to me. So I pulled down my panties, squated over his face and pissed right in his mouth. He swallowed every drop. (He was obviously quite experienced at drinking piss!)

He was so intoxicated with pleasure he could barely whisper a "Thank you, Mistress." It turns out that I can be a giver after all!

A Little Kink in My Christmas

Happy New Year Perverts!

Last week, I did my first phone session. It was with a gentlemen who I like to call the Cross-dressing Cameraman. Back in November, he saw my ad and called to request that I dress him up like a French maid while he cleans my apartment. We chatted briefly and I learned that he is a cameraman at the same movie studio where I used to work as a copywriter. However, I still suggested he come see me at my place of business, the Catsuit Lounge, because I don't like to invite strangers into my home. He said he would think about it and never called back.

Fast forward to the day after Christmas - I was out of town visiting my parents and staying at the same house that I grew up in. Cross-dressing Cameraman sent me a text that he wanted a 30 minute phone session. At that very moment, I was sitting on the couch in my pajamas watching re-runs of Curb Your Enthusiasm. It was 1AM and everyone in the house was asleep except for me. It was the perfect time to take my first phone session.

I talked with Cross-dressing Cameraman while sitting on the bed in my old bedroom. I was surrounded by some old stuffed animals that I never had the heart to throw away, and on the walls were framed photographs of me in costume from various childhood dance recitals. The room was also full of my father's belongings, because now that I don't live there, he uses the room as storage. He'd left stacks of paperwork and his golf shoes on my floor. And I am gazing over all of this while trying to sound sexy and mysterious. CC asked me lots of questions about my sexual history, like how many girls I have fooled around with (too many to count), if I ever play in my personal life (oh yes I do) and if he could scrub my toilet while wearing a dress.

I was a little nervous about the phone session, because I wasn't sure of what I was supposed to say. But shortly after we started talking I realized that a phone session is whatever we make of it. Some of the time, we were talking about what we would do to each other if we ever met in person, and some of the time we just shared kinky stories from our personal lives. It was very liberating to admit some of my naughty secrets to a complete stranger. And I felt like a rebellious teenager again, because any moment my parents could wake up and bust me dirty talking!