Saturday, August 18, 2007
Ladies (and metrosexual gentlemen), I need a new purse. You were all very helpful the last time I had to make such a momentous decision, and here I am again. Last year I did indeed buy a black nylon Kate Spade bag, and I've liked it. But it has to go, because it's just a shade too small. I carry so much stuff around that 13 inches across by 10 inches high is just not cutting it. The damn thing is always spilling over and when it's packed full, I can't get to anything in there. Annoying.
If Kate Spade made a slightly bigger one in the same style, I'd buy it. But she doesn't. So I've been shopping and shopping, but damn, it's hard to find what I want. The requirements are: it must be bigger than what I've got - but not too big, of course. Say, 14 or 15 inches across, and 11 or 12 inches high. It must be black, or mostly black. And it must have a single shoulder strap that goes to my waist. With short little straps, your bag is sort of bunched up under your arm, and I don't like the way that looks, especially on a not-tall woman like me. And I don't know how women deal with purses that one must hold in one's hand or at best, loop on one's elbow. I am always either carrying other stuff, or talking on my phone, or something - I need both my hands free.
I know this will come as a shock, but I really am not all that drawn to leather bags. Not plain leather anyway. Patent leather, okay - or really crinkly leather or something, maybe. But plain leather purses just always look kinda suburban to me. Like a mom purse. (I'm sure I'm going to get blowback from all you leather-bag-carrying women out there for that.) So it can't be just plain black leather.
I admit, I'm looking at pretty high-end stuff. I thought about going honestly fake. But I'm getting really spoiled for more expensive clothes, et cetera. It's not like oh, I simply have to have a designer bag, it's just.... they look nice. So I've narrowed it down to some likely options. Give me your vote:
The perfectly basic black Prada bag. It fit my requirements exactly and it goes with everything - although one risks being a fashion cliche. And the retail price tag is rather ridiculous, I'd have to find one on eBay or something. But it's the perfect size and shape. Impossible to go really wrong with this one.
Perlina Patent Leather bag. A little bigger than I really need. And the shoulder strap is a bit short. But it's pretty.
Elliot Luca Drawstring Bag. A strong contender. I could live without the tassels and I wish the hardware was silver instead of gold. But a good size and stylish without being too-too trendy.
What do you think?
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Meanwhile, I'm busy with my world, which is really a lot of fun some days. The key is being creative. Take vibrating nipple clamps. Now, they're nice enough on nipples. But they're much more fun on genitals, and the other day I put a sound in a lovely man's cock, and attached them to the rod. Presto! Vibrating sound. His eyes rolled back in his head, I laughed happily, and Jae was completely fascinated. She loves to watch me do CBT. I had her hold the rig so I could snap a photo. Wanna see?
This one's close up and extremely personal!
Here's Jae looking very absorbed in what she's doing.
Love my life....
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Every Mistress needs nice furniture, and I'm very fond of the stuff I have. Just three really well-made basic pieces - the bondage chair, the bend-over bench, and this, my table. I don't like my dungeon to feel crowded, and I have found that most of the time, one doesn't really use the super-specialized pieces all that much. Stocks, for example. They look nice in porn pictures, but in real life, many people have a hard time staying bent over at the waist with no torso support. And I don't like any bondage position that relies on a fragile area like the throat as a lock-down point.
So I stay with what works for me. It makes me sad that the brilliant twisted man who built all my furniture has since hung up his carpentry hammer. It’s been about seven years since I commissioned my bondage table from Mr. Wood, and I love the piece, but it’s starting to show its age a bit.
I had it re-upholstered about a year ago and that helped. But eventually I’m going to need a new one, and I cannot imagine where I’m going to get one. I know exactly one kinky carpenter and she’s extremely busy.
And plus I’ll have to think about design. This one, as you see, has two inserts that come out. I wanted to be able to lay someone down on their stomach and still get access to the fun parts. Sometimes I lie on the floor and do CBT on boys from that angle. It’s more scary for them when not only can they not see what’s coming, they can’t even see me. Once I draped the bottom with fabric and had Jae hiding underneath there like an evil little sprite under a bridge. Wasn’t that boy startled when he saw me standing several feet away and felt…someone/something… touching his bits. It was delightful.
But perhaps something different for the next piece. I’ll often be playing and think, “Gee, I wish I could do X right now.” And I try to make notes about what I find myself wanting to do and design accordingly.
However, my next piece of bondage furniture will probably be a new addition: a stand-up frame. I have points in the ceiling to tie people's hands up to, but I want something against a wall. Not a
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
So I have a question for the ladies who are NOT sex workers. I want to know why do you choose not to do sex work.
I’m perfectly serious, and this is not rhetorical, I'm really looking for a thoughtful answer. I have a certain point of view on this and I’m going to write a column or something about it, and if you’d like to give me your views, please email me the answers to these questions. DO NOT post them here. If you do that, then they are “previously published” and I cannot as effectively publish them elsewhere.
Got that? Any answers in the comments box will not be considered for part of the article.
The Question: Have you ever seriously considered doing some form of sex work? To include: phone sex, webcam work, porn modeling/performing, bondage modeling, peep shows, jack shacks, exotic dancing, sensual touch/massage, professional domination or submission, and of course, having any form of direct sexual contact with other people for money in any context whatsoever. (If I’ve forgotten anything, let me know, because I probably mean that, too.)
If you did seriously consider it, but you did not do it, why not? Was it due to:
- Fear of assault by client.
- Fear of arrest.
- Fear of STDs.
- Fear of disapproval of other people – purely social/emotional.
- Fear of disapproval of other people – loss of child custody, loss of traditional job, loss of housing situation, ect.
- Lack of means/opportunity - ie, the peep show wasn’t hiring, you didn’t know how to set up a pay cam site, etc.
- Made an attempt, and met with initial negative experience, changed mind.
- Decided it was morally wrong.
- Or some other reason?
Tell me about it, please… The email address is: MistressMatisse AT aol.com
And naturally, all information will be completely confidential. No real names will be published, no email addresses, no identifying details whatsoever.
Monday, August 13, 2007
It was also an an opportunity to wear a fabulous new dress - a white Herve Leger "bandage" dress. This dress has convinced me that Herve Leger has both talent and good business sense. With some designers, you try one of their outfits and think, "This dress is uncomfortable, it makes my figure looks stumpy, and the color gives me the complexion of a three-day-old corpse. Why would I spend money on this?"
Mr. Leger, however, knows how to make a woman's figure look good. Really good. And the stretchy knit is comfortable to wear, how amazing. My female friends told me how nice my dress looked, and my male friends told me how nice my ass looked, so that all worked out just like it should have.
I didn't really play at this party, being in a fairly mellow mood, but I watched some lovely scenes. Candy was also there, making like a trapeze artist on a bar hung from the ceiling. (Photos may follow, if I get permission to post them.) Jae showed up and brought me a little gift - she's always so thoughtful when she sees things she thinks I'd like.
Aren't they cute? And I'm glad no little mice will die in them. They'll serve a much happier purpose in my dungeon.
A handsome man was generous enough to try one of them on his nipple for me, and we agreed that the level of static pressure wasn't too bad. The smack when the spring was released, however, was noticeable. They'd work nicely on cocks or pussies, too. Jae refused to have one tried on her tongue, however.
So Saturday was lovely. Sunday, however, brought...some stressful news. But that's all I can say at the moment because it's actually not my news. More on that as information becomes public.
Edit: The information is now public. Monk had an accident on his motorcycle yesterday.