This week on my clips site I am introducing my new pet Slave Jay! Enjoy watching me torture him with a wide variety of implements from my heels to my hands, a cattle prod to a whip! There will be many more updates to come. 😉Stay tuned every Wednesday after noon for new clips and new sluts! Link Here
When our eyes first met I knew she would be trouble; She was twisted like I am, improper but hiding it just beneath the surface of herself that she presented to the world. When she spoke her words flowed in a tone that oozed confidence and control but much like how she presented herself, there was another side to that. A side which I as determined to explore simply because she was fighting so hard to conceal it. Our interactions began benignly enough; A little dirty joke here, an accidental touch there but of course our interactions were bound to escalate. Which they did and quite swiftly at that. One evening when we were innocently enjoying each other’s company while working on our own projects I decided to test the waters and see how far she would allow me to push the envelope, our relationship and of course, her. “Come closer, little girl.” I cooed at her from over the ominous glow of my laptop. She paused for a moment and gave me a look that could only mean that she was both insulted and intrigued by the words with which I chose to address her. Yet she inched up off her seat and walked across the room towards me with the little wiggle in her walk that she often used to garner attention, probably unintentionally. I set my laptop aside and patted the couch next to me “Sit.” I hissed softly while a smile crept across my face. She …
“I’m not into anything weird.” He said, unabashedly but rather awkwardly. Immediately, I knew he was different but I didn’t know what exactly to make of him. “Maybe… He’s lying.” was of course my first thought and of course if someone is lying to a professional who deals with the deepest and darkest desires and fantasies of others it must either be something really awful or something really awful must have happened to him and now he feels the need to conceal his true intentions and desires. Either way, it was a cause for concern. That concern only grew when he informed me that he just wanted to hangout with me over dinner, in public and chat about shit that regular people talk about. Don’t get me wrong; I think I’m pretty freaking awesome but honestly, who pays someone to just shoot the shit? Apparently Jack does.And Jack is awesome. Jack is a funny guy; He’s straight laced with a very off color sense of humor (in fact he has supplied me with the absolutely WORST jokes I have in my arsenal), he’s the most casually professional person I have ever met, he looks a lot like the first boy I ever loved and he is dying (which he confessed to me once and then promptly forgot.) Jack is hilarious, what he does is hilarious, his sense of humor, his ideas, the way he conducts himself; Everything. It is impossible to be uncomfortable around him and even more impossible to …
This evening I filmed some new content during a session with one of my favorite submissives. He’s obedient, trusting, always on time, a great conversationalist, respectful yet not timid, he can take what I dish out and I genuinely enjoy his company in and out of session; Our dynamic together is always good and our sessions are always fun. After filming, I started going through what all was on my camera which turned out to be a bunch of sessions I had filmed over the last year or so. Like most people, over the last year I have grown A LOT and it shows on camera. Everything from how I carry myself to my skill level in session has changed drastically and I would say for the better. Most notably, I have become very skilled at interacting with people and controlling their actions. I have never considered myself to be lacking skill in either of these areas but these days it appears that I effortlessly flow through conversation, banter and play to the point of where it looks utterly effortless. I’m pleased to say that I am quite proud of the way I have been conducting myself, save for a few off days and the confidence shines through which only seems to make me shine brighter. On a side note, I really should film more; It’s a freaking blast!
I’ve always been into Primal play: The kind of play where no power exchange dynamic is certain, everything is a battle, the struggle is rough and dirty and sometimes people do actually get hurt. Maybe it’s because I get to be both a sadist and a masochist that I love fighting oh so very much. Wrestling, grappling, submissions, punching, kicking, slapping, grabbing, pulling, head locks, leg locks, arm bars, pins, choke outs, pressure points, scissors, lift and carries… Oh my!The process of the battle is just so intoxicating; The rush of anxiety at the beginning, the stress of the battle itself, the glory of winning, the embarrassment of losing and the afterglow courtesy of the endorphins racing through my body as a result of intense physical activity. Nothing else quite captures me the same way as a physical power struggle does because nothing else seems to outline both roles so boldly while at the same time leaving them both up for grabs. The dominant party is only the dominant when they are winning or have won and the next second could be completely different; Dominance must be won or earned. Which quite honestly, is a concept I think more people involved in D/s and power exchange should consider or even be aware of. In many ways I find traditional power exchange (I am the dominant because we’ve decided this) to be corny and unrealistic. In many situations it isn’t an accurate representation of that person, their skills or even the role …