Slippery smooth

I'm about to embark upon a night of sadistic debauchery, but first, I thought this was worth mentioning: I got my first bikini wax last night!

There were definitely strong sensations involved - this is a very sensitive area, after all - but it was not as excruciating as I expected. My lovely esthetician neglected to apply numbing agent beforehand, so I got the full sensory experience. She claims not to be a sadist herself, but she is certainly a masochist, so perhaps she was just trying to share the wealth. She did a fantastic and professional job.

Now I am smooth, smooth, smooth, save for a token tuft on my mound (Max's request, as he likes to tug on it). I don't really mind shaving, but I could get used to this kind of long-lasting smoothness. Happily, a few other people will also get to appreciate the results in the next couple of days. And on that note, my evening begins!

Happy May Day!

This is my very favorite day of the year. In celebration, here are my top 3 songs about May Day (which reveal my bizarrely eclectic musical tastes). Pretend I have just rung your doorbell and run away, leaving a basket of flowers on the doorstep.



(Language on this one NSFW. Download the mP3 here.)


This video is of questionable quality - although probably safe for work. Here's higher-quality audio of the song.

Mark Yu - Coming Soon!

Don't forget, Mark Yu will be in town next weekend presenting several wonderful workshops, as well as sharing an Intimate Dinner with a small group on Thursday. He has an incredible breadth of knowledge about rope bondage, SM play, healing arts, and bodywork, and this is a unique opportunity to ask the detailed questions he won't have time to answer during his workshops. If you're curious about Mark and the work he does, either professionally or in the dungeon, I highly recommend this event. Pre-registration is required and closes Tuesday, so get registered ASAP!

(Also, wow! This is my 100th post!)

Not tonight, I have a headache

I realized yesterday that I have, for the past couple of weeks, been too tired to masturbate. It actually wouldn't take that much effort - due to the backlog (and some other influences) I have been walking around in a perpetual state of arousal, such that I have been tempted to duck into my office bathroom for a quickie during the day. But by the time I'm at home and settled in, it has seemed like a much better idea to just roll over and fall asleep.

So, official new rule: Too tired to masturbate is too tired, and signals that it's time to re-prioritize.

Luckily I just completed my Huge Work Project, so I will be returning to my usual level of crazy busy instead of frantic. The other draws on my time have been much more interesting. The Seattle Fetish & Fantasy Festival turned out to be big fun. I assisted Max with 8 hours of nearly nonstop education, which included some physically rigorous rope demos, and after dinner, we did another intense suspension demonstration. By the time all that was finished, I was pretty fried, and not really capable of anything more exciting than a soak in the hot tub. We met a bunch of friendly folks (and tied some of them up), and despite a little culture-clash, I look forward to returning to New Horizons sometime with a less demanding schedule. I'm not sure swinging is really my thing, but hey, I'm willing to give it a chance and see. I hear the event producer is planning a similar event in October, so if you missed this one, keep an eye out for it. New Horizons is an amazing facility - just getting to spend some time there might be worth the cost of admission.

There are other exciting things happening in my life, but you'll have to wait to hear about them. Right now I'm getting caught up on things, and indulging in some well-deserved post-project pampering.

Quick Event Notice

I have been too freakin' busy to blog, but here are some event announcements.

It's last-minute, but today is Max's Fundamentals of Rope Bondage workshop at CSPC. A great class for beginners or to brush up your technique!

Early registration for the Two-Day Intensive ends today, and there are still a few seats open. If you were thinking of registering, this is the last day of early-bird pricing, although you can still register until April 20th if space allows. (ETA: This event is now sold out!)

Next weekend I will be assisting Max at the Seattle Fetish and Fantasy Festival at New Horizons. He'll be teaching three rope workshops, plus one bondage exhibition, on Saturday, and we'll be at the evening party that night. This will be a new experience for me, as I have never been to a swing club/event before. Check it out!

Demanding Footwear

I'm scurrying around frantically, getting ready to leave for Kinkfest in a matter of moments. Last night found me throwing lingerie all over the room, and shimmying in and out of a number of skimpy outfits, trying to decide what to pack. One ensemble, in which I'll be topping on Friday night, makes me look like the Mistress of Black Shiny. I have never felt so much like a stereotypical fem-domme, all tall patent boots and painted-on PVC dress. Normally I tend more toward the softer side of sadism - lingerie sets, flowing feminine frocks, matte heels, or as often as not, bare feet. But Armani was kind enough to present me with the oh-so-fabulous boots I was lusting after, and these boots are demanding. They demand submission, they demand attention - and they demand a dress with the same attitude.

So, off I go to be demanding - at least, for one night. The rest of the time I expect to be submitting to the demands of my darling top. I wouldn't put it past Max to require service from me while I'm wearing the boots, for that matter, so the boots will just have to follow my lead and learn to switch gracefully.

A Study in Contrasts

I'm back from my whirlwind tour of distant lands. I had a good time in all locations, though in completely different ways. I had meant to blog along the way, but ended up with a crammed schedule. My hometown trip was busy and intense, as I had some "coming out" discussions and reconnected with old friends and lovers. It was divine to take a mini-vacation upon my return, especially as I was indulged beyond belief by my companion, for which I am profoundly grateful. Unfortunately, now I'm paying for my days of fun, as my day job had an upswing in business while I was gone, and I am swamped with work, and will be for the next month.

A week ago I was in the boondocks visiting with my parents and catching up with old friends. A day ago I was sitting in a gorgeous hotel being treated like a queen and doing things that would make the Marquis de Sade blush. Today I spent 12 hours at my desk, crunching data and wading through resumes. Talk about a study in contrasts. As different as those chapters are, however, they are all examples of me doing what I do best. I have a very eclectic range of talents, which this week included: healing via touch and conversation, building intimacy, sharing food, enhancing connections, being incredibly sadistic, massaging data and spreadsheets, and driving in snow. (Regarding the last, my drive back to Seattle on Sunday ended up taking 9 hours instead of 6, the last 3 with chains. I felt very bad-ass doing that all by myself.)

Big thanks to all the people I saw in my hometown for a lovely (if tiring) visit, and welcome to a few new blog readers! I'm incredibly thankful that I could share so much of myself with you, and be received so lovingly.

Due to all the upcoming work, I'm officially abandoning the idea of going to Norwescon. It will take place during the penultimate week of my project, and I just don't see myself having the time or energy. Max and I also decided to skip Shibaricon this year - sorry, out-of-town rope friends! You'll just have to come visit us in Seattle!

A Counterpoint

Most of this week has been devoted to running around like a crazy person. I’m leaving tomorrow to visit family for a few days, and will be off the radar in Seattle for another couple of days as soon as I return. In the meantime, there is a hell of a lot to do to prepare for my absence. I am the sort of person who, when packing, suddenly finds it vitally important to get my bathroom and kitchen spotlessly clean. Even without that kind of diversion, I have a lot of moving parts in my life, and they all need to be ready to do without me for a short time.

Before I leap back into the fray, however, I want to do a little follow-up to my retail extravaganza from last week. Obviously I’ve had shopping on the brain lately. That theme was big fun to write about and to share with all of you. Luckily the window-shopping is at least half the fun, because I’m sure not buying everything I featured.

This recession is affecting just about everybody, and I am not immune to it. I know a lot of people are struggling to make ends meet. I am incredibly fortunate to be relatively untouched. I have steady sources of income, a nice place to live, everything I need and many of the things I want. I have supportive family and friends, who not only indulge me in my material desires from time to time, but would take good care of me if I lost my job. Nevertheless, I am well aware that this could all change overnight in this economic climate. I am being much more careful with my pennies, questioning luxuries, putting more in savings, and investing for the future.

So as a counterpoint to all the retail lust, let’s take a break from our busy day, and focus for a moment on the priceless experiences that give meaning to the material.

The breath of a lover on my skin, the scent of longing and lust and fulfillment, kissing, touching, sliding across one another

Moonlight across my bed, the blue light of dark-o’clock when I’ve stayed up with you all night, the wonderment of connection

Love letters from years ago, the words that reignite the intensity and remind me of the beauty shared

Your moans of pain and pleasure as I dig my fingers into your skin and squeeze

Rope gliding across my skin, cinching tight, binding and freeing me, commanding my body in words it can’t ignore, releasing me from gravity for a few moments

Hands pulling my hair, dragging me to my knees, slapping my face, cradling my head, telling me in a thousand ways that I am cherished

Crass Materialism Week: Kinky Toys Edition

It's Crass Materialism Week here in LittleRopeWorld, where I lust after things I want, celebrate those I've already splurged on, and tempt the weak-willed to follow me into retail gluttony.

For our final day of Crass Materialism, before I get all this retail madness out of my system and write about something else, it's all about the kinky toys. I am still a baby kinkster in many ways, but have built a nice little collection of toppy toys. Not complete, never complete, but enough to satisfy most of my current desires.

This Christmas I received as a gift a toy I never thought I would want: a stun gun. I am terrified of them as a bottom: they are one of the few soft limits I have with Max. Little did I know how much fun I would have zapping other people! Besides, the one Matisse gave me is so tiny and adorable, it's hard not to love it. It's about 4 inches long, a lovely pearly mauve color, and packs a 350,000 volt punch.



Of course, now I'm on the prowl for other cute little stun guns to add to my collection. They come in many shades of purple! I actually found a purple one online that boasts 2 million volts. That's probably substantially more effective against a genuine assailant, but seems a little excessive for applying to testicles or any other part of someone I like. I'll stick to under 600K, thanks.

Another recent purple acquisition was some delicious rope, a skein of Twisted Monk's Midori/AIDS Lifecycle fundraiser color "Hope". I've already mentioned how much I love the Bavarian Blonde. This is the same gorgeous stuff, but dyed a deep dark purple. I haven't tied anyone up with it yet, because I've been too busy rolling around in it (NSFW). Big thanks to Monk and his crew for supplying me with my latest hemp fix.

So what else is on my list for enhancing my reputation as a mean top? A single-tail whip, for which I'm hoping to shop at Kinkfest. Max has promised to give me some lessons as soon as I get my own whip to practice with. I'll probably get a 3 or 4 foot signal whip, which is about the longest you can reasonably swing in most indoor spaces.

I'd also like to get an ErosTek 312 someday, although that is a hefty investment at around $500, especially if I want any attachments to go with it. It's just such a neat device, and so well designed for what we do, unlike most electrical toys. What other gadget has a setting called "Orgasm"? That one I'd even play with at home by myself.

I have two sets of sounds already, of which I am inordinately fond, but there's another set I have my eye on: the Rosebuds. A traditional sound is a straight or curved cylinder, sometimes with a slightly different diameter on each end. These have a small (or not so small) oval-shaped ball on the end, which tapers to a much thinner shaft. The guys at Kinky Medical assure me that there are all kinds of neat things you can do with these, and I'm eager to explore the potential on some equally eager gentlemen.

All fancy equipment aside, I can get a lot of mileage out of a length of rope, my bare hands, and maybe a few needles. And in fact, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to go do that...


Common Sense Warning: All these items can be dangerous. Know what you're doing before playing with them, and be aware of the risks.

Crass Materialism Week: Home Office Edition

It's Crass Materialism Week here in LittleRopeWorld, where I lust after things I want, celebrate those I've already splurged on, and tempt the weak-willed to follow me into retail gluttony.

Okay, this post is going to be all about computers and office things. Most people don't think that's very sexy, although I can think of a few (you know who you are). However, I submit that my home office can be a sexy subject, because most of my computer time is spent:

1) corresponding and networking with kinky friends
2) writing blog posts
3) viewing and storing porn (sometimes of myself)
4) doing paid work that supports all of the above habits

Therefore, my office technology is very important to me!

I finally bought a desk for my apartment a couple of weeks ago. I agonized over this purchase, because I wanted it to be a perfect desk (such a thing does not exist, any more than a perfect purse), and I didn't really want to spend the money. But the absence of it was a logjam in my unpacking process, and I was getting pretty tired of the living room looking like a storage unit. So I finally bit the bullet and chose one, fit it into my very compact space, and unpacked all the office supplies into their new home.

Little did I know this simple purchase would inspire a retail frenzy (or at least a potential frenzy).

My enormous CRT monitor takes up the whole depth and much of the width of the desk, it's incredibly awkward (and physiologically problematic) to use my laptop there without a port replicator or docking station, and my desktop CPU doesn't fit in the cabinet designed for it. So, the shopping list begins: flat-screen LCD monitor, docking station. This draws my attention to the fact that I really need a better backup solution, like an external hard drive. Add that to the list. Oh yeah, I should actually start paying for wireless instead of pirating it, because the desktop won't pick up that weak signal. And of course, now it's time to face the fact that I'm overdue for a computer upgrade, because neither of my machines has enough hard drive space for my needs, and one is decidedly cranky.

Both machines were gifts, and both were lifesavers when I received them. The gift of the desktop also included a bunch of hours of data recovery and transplanting my old drive into a new box. Technically the price of this was meant to be me dancing around wearing nothing but Cool Whip, but I never paid up, so let's call it free and incredibly generous. (Thanks, M!) It has done the job, but it has some chronic hardware issues and the noisiest fan on earth. The laptop arrived in my life just as the finicky desktop was starting to drive me completely nuts, and saved my bacon during my move. (Thanks, H!) I hadn't even started up the desktop since October.

After noodling around with a number of options, I think I'm resigned to shopping for a new laptop, and ditching the desktop entirely in favor of a semi-permanent docking setup for working at home. I love my Thinkpad, and I'm looking at getting another one, unless I find something I like better. They offer big hard drives as an add-on, big enough that I can have all my data in one place with room to grow. I'm still debating other features to figure out just how much machine I need.

So my relatively modest desk purchase suddenly spiraled into a pretty hefty shopping list. Each piece on its own isn't too bad, but the bottom line is a little daunting. Some of that can wait indefinitely (I can live with a big-ass monitor), but now that I have my eye on a new laptop I'm eager to squeeze it into my budget before something catastrophic makes it a necessity. Somehow this doesn't thrill me as much as shopping for naughty underwear.

Of course, in the process of all the web research, I started looking at the iPhone and the Android G2. A new phone is definitely at the bottom of the priority list, but still, it can't hurt to look...