Cloaked

Cloaked

Open the door to my chamber I am cloaked and forbidden   Are you mesmerized by my beauty or your fear? Have I stepped off the computer screen or did you get sucked in? The trepidation makes me extra-terrestrial and so sexy. Come in. enter the portal into my...

Pondering

  I long for the long road that fades into the horizon, a road that ripples under raw heat and forces you to move on. I long for the smell of hot sage and solitude. I need a day where I don’t have to talk to anyone—a day with me. I’m always anxious. I long...
Evil Kitty’s Boston Marathon

Evil Kitty’s Boston Marathon

The most refined, well-dressed gentleman that had yet to walk through my hotel room door was my sixth session of the day. The cool Boston spring air clung to his overcoat and his eyes sparkled. He was initially embarrassed and found it difficult to admit what he...

Under My Boot Heel

Fetish Girl Diary : Washington DC, November 18, 2000   4pm Trent I don’t know exactly what scared him, probably the entire scene. It was Trent’s first session (I love virgins!) and he booked me for the evening at $1500.00. The plan was he would come by around...

Freedom

I have slipped through the artisan stalls along the Seine and skipped the steps of Montmartre, dined in German castles and raised the roof of English pubs, floated the canals of Venice and rivers of Bangkok. All half-heartedly, as my mind fast-forwarded to the next...

On Different Men

Fetish Girl Diaries : Washington DC, November 17, 2000 I am a causal nexus for many of them. They respect me, honor me and worship me. I stand before each client as Priestess and invite them to enter the mystery. I initiate them through an experience of the Sacred...