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!