No technology required... knitting experience, however, is helpful

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Technology Rant

Grrr....

As much as I adore technology, almost to the point of geekdom, is as much as I hate it when it doesn't work properly.

Today, as I've tried for the umpteenth time now to get it to work on both a PC and a Mac, my little Dazzle card reader has let me down. Oh it lights up all right, plugs in like a champ, gives me the impression that all is well in card-reader-land. But then when I slide in the Smart Media card... nothing.

I try again and again, first sliding the card in gently then more forcefully, carefully wiping off it's surface, and first laying blame on a faulty old 128 mb card. But then just as a test, I slide the card back into my trusty Olympus... and it works fine!

So it's the evil Dazzle out to ruin my day. In a bit of misguided rage, I threw it across the room. With nothing significant to hit, it just plopped to the floor. I picked it up gingerly, brought it back to the computer, and plugged it in.

And once again, it taunted me with its little green light - on.

Bastard.

Katja Minx
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Lady of Leather
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Contestants for So Cal Leather Woman Contest

Do you know a Leatherwoman who is a risk-taker? A thrill-seeker? Who wants alittle edge play in her life? Who is interested in meeting just about everybodyin the BDSM/Leather community?

Seen the press releases? Heard the buzz? There’s a new women’s contest in town,a different kind of title. Do you know someone who could be the next SouthernCalifornia LeatherWoman ?

Southern California LeatherWoman Contest
Saturday, August 6, 2005
Passive Arts Studios at 10914 So. La Cienega Bl in Los Angeles
Just East of LAX, at the 405 and 105 Freeways
For applications and more details: www.SouthernCaliforniaLeatherWoman.com

Submission deadline date is July 15, 2005

Everyone in the community is invited to attend the Southern CaliforniaLeatherWoman Contest.

Instead of judges, it is WE, men and women of thebdsm/leather community, on the night of the contest, who will select the womanwe feel best represents us, and is best able to connect all of us and ourorganizations. Be there!

~*~ SCHEDULE OF EVENTS ~*~
5 p.m. Buffet Meet and Greet
7 p.m. Competition
8:30 p.m. Fashion Show by Octaviana
9 p.m. Play Party featuring pansexual, women-only, and men-only play spaces

Admission price: $30 includes all of the above.
Host Hotel: The Clarion Hotel near LAX at 5249 West Century BlvdRoom rates are$73.00 per night if reserved at least two weeks prior to the event.
Phone1-800-266-2200 or 1-310-695-3277 and mention SoCal Leather Productions to get the special room rate.
The Clarion is one mile from the contest venue PassiveArts Studios and just off the 405 and 105 freeways.

For more information, visit www.SouthernCaliforniaLeatherWoman.com or write to socalleatherproductions@yahoo.com.

Have questions about what a Leather Title is all about? Or questions about whatis expected of the contestants and Title Winner of Southern CaliforniaLeatherWoman? Write to Ms. Duff Roberts, Producer of Southern CaliforniaLeatherWoman at socalleatherproductions@yahoo.com

Katja Minx
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Hm... Now Blogrolling is up

Literally as soon as I posted the message about it being down it came back up (damn, I'm powerful)... but I still can't access their main site.

So we shall see.

What I'm watching in the meantime (and oldie but one that bears repeating):
http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=catdrum

Katja Minx
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Thinking feather-y thoughts about working websites...

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Looks like Blogrolling is down...

Just as I was checking in to take a look at my blog, it looks like Blogrolling (www.blogrolling.com), the folks that I use to keep track of all of my links, has gone down. I tried to contact them yesterday because I couldn't add any new links - I assume there is a larger problem.

Luckily - for once - I remembered to take a backup of all of my reciprocal links. So if Blogrolling is out of commission or has longer-standing issues, I'll put them all back up as hardlinks.

That will be a huge pain in the ass. Someone had better send me a present (some shoes? makeup? cash?) or I'll get really cranky...

Katja Minx
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An example of how to smoke seductively...

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Smoking, a filhty habit

I'd probably be accused of having slightly more filthy habits than most people - yes I already know that and it's most likely true - but smoking is definitely one of the filthier ones (that I'm willing to talk about in a public forum). While I'm not much of a smoker these days, I've made quite a bit of cash from selling photos of myself smoking.

There is something undeniably sexy about watching someone smoke - seductively. Others have made that blanket statement without the qualifying word, which is "seductively". Take a look around when you're in a group of smokers (less easy to find these days, especially here in the US, but you can still find 'em if you look hard enough). For the most part, I wouldn't say that watching most people smoke is sexy. Unless they're "working it", it's not a sexy habit.

I've never been serious about my smoking... I'm a lightweight in that arena (Capri 120s, mostly), and only on occasion these days. Plus, here in Los Angeles, where is there that it's still legal to actually smoke? You can't smoke inside, can't smoke in bars or restaurants, can't smoke on the beach, can't smoke in basically any public places....

I guess that's one way to quit.

Katja Minx
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Fetish DIY
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Pedicures

I'm one of those odd creatures who absolutely cannot stand to get a professional pedicure. I can hear the groans from here - but it's so relaxing, so nice, so pampering to have someone else at your feet filing off the world's grunginess and painting your toes pretty colors. I see women every day here in Los Angeles reclining on these big overstuff chairs like bleached whales (pun intended), with their tiny barnacles (generally Asian women pedicurists) attending to their extremities. Large shopping bags spilling all over, and the advanced Starbucks coffee balancing act.

I hate it * I hate it * I hate it

As much as I have enjoyed foot worship, I cannot sit still for a pedicure. Foot worship is a different animal altogether, someone at my feet because they believe that's where they should be, someone at my feet simply because they adore and are aroused by the scent of female feet, someone at my feet licking the dirt off of my soles because they have been ordered to do so and the humiliation of purrforming degrading acts turns them on... I have spectacularly long toes which are very flexible (and come in handy for toe pinching).

Despite my aversion to the professional pedicure, I do like to take care of my feet and keep my toes in tip-top shape, but I do it myself. There is nothing in the world like a nice warm bubble bath, then some moisturizing lotion really rubbed in (not just rubbed on), then some filing and scratching, and then the painting.

And on this I am a classicist - I always go for red.

Katja Minx
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A real Catwoman head! And some kick-ass silver claws to boot....

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Mistress Cat on My Head

OK, how much do I love this?

http://www.catonmyhead.com

You KNOW that I'm making a "cat on my head" picture as we speak, right?

If you make one, leave a comment, let everybody know...

Katja Minx
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Latex underwater!


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March of the Penguins

OK, I don't usually cry at movies - I do try to keep an outward decorum even when they're sad or moving - but this one made me cry like a baby, I saw it on Sunday.

Yes, I'm a sucker for nature films, but this one was so incredibly well done...

http://www.marchofthepenguins.com

An incredible story about emperor penguins and their circle of life. Highly recommended (two whips up!)

Katja Minx
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The Caged One...?

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Those Contained in Cages

I feel restless. Like I want to do something crazy. Like I've been contained in my cage for too long now, and that quick dart to freedom may help me break through some mental blocks I've been carrying around for awhile now.

Creative blocks. Creativity. Lack of such. Inability to concentrate. Too many things going on at once to devote proper attention to any one.

Grrr.

As I look around my office maliciously, I'm thinking that maybe instead of planning world domination, purrhaps I should just go get some lunch.

That will do for today... but who knows what will happen this weekend when I'm free to roam?

(insert wicked, overly-dramatic laughter here)

Katja Minx
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Land of the free?

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A Dark Day for the Adult Industry

June 23, 2005

Today is the day that the 2257 regulations go into effect here in the US - and the day that many adult businesses will either shut their doors, move offshore, or have been pulling their hair out in order to get everything in order for....

Text of the new law is here:
http://straylight.law.cornell.edu/uscode/html/
uscode18/usc_sec_18_00002257----000-.html

An explanation of the changes are here:
http://my.execpc.com/~xxxlaw/2257Tables5.24.05.htm

If you are involved in the adult industry, please consider donating to the Free Speech Coalition: http://www.freespeechcoalition.com This is important stuff kitties, and will effect how/what adult materials your government allows you to see in the future.

Katja Minx
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Mama needs some new shoes... have you been a bad boy?

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Boot & Shoe Slave Vacancy

I am now taking applications for a new boot and shoe slave...

My most recent supplier of lovely heels has moved on in his life, to a place where he can no longer provide the regular correspondence and (most importantly) the footwear that was the cement in our Domina/slave relationship.

The qualities I am seeking in someone are:

Generosity - Shoe and boot slaves must truly adore their position, for they will be asked to procure exotic footwear for me, which is generally relatively expensive.

Regularity - This is a regular, ongoing position, and once a schedule is agreed upon I expect it to be fulfilled... whether it's a once a week or once a month arrangement.

Creativity - In the past, shoe slaves have chosen special pairs on their own, added special touches inside boxes that arrived (including extra pairs, special socks or hosiery), written poetry, and the like.

Each week or month as my newest pair of heels arrive, I take photos for you of me unwrapping the package, trying on the shoes, and modelling them for you. Sometimes I've even sent a pair of my worn-out ones to especially devoted slaves. It all depends on you - your level of devotion to the heel fetish, and to me!

Interested parties email me directly: sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

Katja Minx
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What are you drinking?

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Be Nice to Pandas Too

Not as good as the koala joke from last week, but still amusing:

A Panda walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a meal. When the meal finally arrives, he eats it quickly, then shoots a drunk, and leaves the bar.

A patron walks over to the bartender and asks, "What was that all about?"

The bartender replies, "Look up 'panda' in the dictionary, pal."

And so, the patron retrieves his Webster's dictionary from his coat pocket and looks up the word 'panda.'

"What's it say?" asks the bartender.

The patron replies with a grin, "Eats shoots and leaves."

Katja Minx
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Continental Torture...
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Accordion Torture

The power of an instrument used as a torture device cannot be understressed.

Several folks have asked me about the accordion I'm holding on my website - yes it's mine, and yes I play, and yes I generally have a long Capri 120 hanging from my mouth while I'm doing so. It's a vintage Italian model, still in great shape with the power to bring slaves to their knees. It's not a schtick - I'm not punctuating one-liners with it - it's actually kind of hypnotic (ok, stay with me here) in that it's very rhythmic and makes the body sway as I play...

Basically most slaves are just so surprised when I pull out the accordion (usually after a heavy beating or during some electrical play) it breaks up any tension... also a great way to bring a slave back from "sub space" quickly and get them the hell out the door, when necessary of course...

Katja Minx
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Whatta way to cool off...

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The First Day of Summer

Where has this year gone? It's already the first day of summer in the desert of Los Angeles, and the heat is already oppressive. Earthquakes, heatwaves, mudslides, gee this really is a great place isn't it?

My disdain for LA has been well-documented, even taking into account some of the very amazing things and people that I've encountered while here.

The first day of summer of the first year that I spent here in Los Angeles was a memorable one... a longterm slave of mine, whom I had only seen previously in New York City when he was travelling, lived out in the desert near Palm Springs. A purrticularly generous slave, someone who I both enjoyed his company immensely as well as his gentlemanly reimbursement skills. A connoisseur of unusual bondage positions, lycra, and high heels.

I decided to make the drive out to the desert to see him for an extended session. A long drive to be sure, but as it was my first time driving out there I didn't really mind - I'd left early enough in the morning with my purrsonal slave (at the time) so the heat wasn't even that dreadful. I stopped at the diner with the T-Rex (where a scene in the Pee Wee Herman movie was filmed - I love Pee Wee - of course I had to go up inside the dinosaur through it's butt), had a fine, greasy grilled cheese sandwich and fries and continued out to my destination.

His place was just outside of Palm Springs, slightly isolated but close enough to town to probably be a part of Palm Springs proper. When I went to the front door, it was open, and he was inside on his knees in the living room in full lycra dress - catsuit that covered him from head to toe with only a ninja-style opening at the eyes. I was ecstatic, and directed my purrsonal slave to fetch some rope from the car.

My desert slave had set up a sort of treasure hunt for me - first I saw a large amount of blue rope coiled on the table. I picked it up, intending to use it, when I saw a note fall to the floor. It read - Thank you Mistress - with an arrow pointing toward another part of the room. Curiosity piqued, I looked in that direction to see a large box with a bow (how did I miss that when I first walked in?). Opening the box I saw a pair of exquisite high heels, black leather pumps with 7" heels and 2" platforms, the Demask ones that I'd wanted. Giggling with happiness, I put them on and heard him moaning. I paraded in front of him for awhile like that, as he stayed on the floor on all fours, until my purrsonal slave returned from the car with the requested rope.

I looked around for a suitable place to begin my tying. And then it was obvious - outside in the backyard there was a purrfect palm tree, situated between two others that were more delicate. I went outside to prepare my ropes and called for them both.

My purrsonal slave's job was to keep me shielded from the suns rays at all times - a black umbrella (with fringe, naturally) would do the trick. My desert slave stood at attention (in all ways, naturally) and steadied himself against the middle palm tree. I began by tying his wrists together behind the tree and worked my way up and down his body, encircling it in rope, and tying a beautiful web between his bonds and the two adjoining trees. Really beautiful bondage, not inescapable nor overly tight, just the kind that a true connoisseur could enjoy the feeling of restriction for many hours. No words were exchanged, just glances, and I could see that I'd made a good choice.

I had a plan - to leave him tied up and helpless - and to go stay at a local motel for the evening. I told him of it as I was finished tying - I brought him his cell phone and placed it near his feet. I would expect a call from him before evening, before darkness fell, saying that he had loved being in bondage and that he had managed to extricate himself. If I did not get this call, then I would come over immediately and untie him. He understood, my slave moved away the umbrella, I said my goodbye and left.

Back at the motel I sank into the hot tub and waited. Bondage is always a risk - generally I would stay close by to watch to be sure that nothing unpleasant or dangerous happened, but I knew this slave well and could leave him for many hours before. The difference now was the surroundings - his own home, helpless in the backyard, in a compromising position and outfit (to be sure), and the blazing sun. I had a light meal and a relaxing massage, all within reach of my cell phone.

Then the call came.

At about 7:00 he called. He had just extricated himself after several hours of slowly trying, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible, deep inside his head. He was drenched in sweat, and was going to jump into the shower with his catsuit on. He was walking toward the bathroom as he spoke. Then I heard a gasp of surprise. All of those hours spent in the sun had given him a nasty sunburn... mostly on his face around his eyes, so he now had a bright red reverse ninja mask!

I laughed and he loved it. It would be something relatively easy to explain to anyone who asked (forgot the sunblock one day and borrowed these weird glasses, or just sit out again and try to even out), and each time that happened he would be reminded of the day we spent together in the desert.

I was happy too, all went very well. On the drive back I got to stop at the outlet mall at Cabazon and spend much of what I'd just earned.

Katja Minx
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Reading is fundamental!
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New & exciting reading for you...

Here are a few other great sites that you should be reading... I'm wading through the world of porn, working my fingers to the bone, to find great things that will enrich your, ahem, mind...

http://missfuzzybunny.blogspot.com
http://www.fetishflame.com

You're welcome.

Katja Minx
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Lady in latex
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A purrticularly interesting blog...

For those who enjoy reading blogs, here's a great one I've just found:

http://www.latexlifestyle.blogspot.com

Enjoy!

Katja Minx
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Catsuited bondage in progress...

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Evil and effective...

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Experience Domina & Shibari Artist for Adult Photographers

15 years experience as a pro-Domina, very creative rope bondage artist... from very tight intricate work to classic 50s bondage styles, suspension and more.

Looking for someone to tie up models for bondage photos? I'm your gal. See my website for more details about me: http://www.katja-minx.com

I am an experienced dominatrix, fetish model & purrformer, and have an exhaustive fetish wardrobe of leather, latex, corsetry, boots & other accoutrements if you require me as a Domina in some photos (clothing/boots not for hire). I'm not a flake, I'm a true professional, and expect the same with those I work with.

I have hundreds of feet of colored and plain rope for exotic photoshoots and videoshoots, and can procure other colors for special needs. Fees are negotiable, depending on your needs and requirements. Travel is possible, with all expenses paid.

Katja Minx
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Exotic Leather Shoe Gag... for Bettie Page style Bondage!
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Finding a favorite BDSM toy...

There's nothing like going through boxes of things that you haven't seen in awhile... since I lost my dungeon, I've had most of it's contents in bright orange and black plastic bins in my home, organized to be sure, but still in bins. (Bright orange and black because I bought them after Halloween, of course!).

Sometimes I like to just pull one down and start rifling through it, and this morning I pulled down one box that was full of bondage equipment and there it was - my black with red trim leather high heel shoe gag. It's a spectacular piece, and purrticularly effective. It holds the toe end of a high heeled shoe (the pointier the better) in place in a slave's mouth, then locks around the back of his head. Very humbling, especially for the hardcore heel fetishist. It works best with non-platform court type pumps.

Brought back some great memories.

Katja Minx
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Slave to fashion?
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A slave's feelings...

Recent writings from a distance-training slave...

*my feelings* by slave
i am at the threshold of a mixture of fear and comfort that i have never known before. events have been so uncanny, when they involve Mistress Katja Minx. first, there are the changes in physical circumstances, that happen when i am doing my slave duties to Her: these are *uncanny*: there is no other word for it. but when my reality is torn open and unexpected things happen, they give me comfort. i am not certain how to describe this combination of emotions, that are never combined in hum-drum lives. it is not a high-volume, high-amperage, state of reality. actually, when things are most uncanny they are cool, calm, and in fact just the right temperature and condition for comfort. an internet kiosk miraculously appears on a Saturday, when i am on vacation in Brunswick, Maine. a piece of software that has always perfectly done its job, telling me when an email is incoming, failed tonight--just when Mistress Katja Minx's email came. it was a bizarre failure: it lagged on the sign-in process and stayed lagged. when i noticed this i was resigned yet frightened, for it was not the first such co-incidence. i thought to myself that, if Mistress Katja Minx's email had come while the software went into its unique, bizarre, and unprecedented limbo, then it was a certain sign of Her power over my entire reality. i checked the mail: Mistress Katja Minx's email had come during this time. yet how re-assuring it is to get desired mail. i stare worshipfully at a picture of Mistress Katja Minx, and the screen-saver comes on just as i reach meditative absorption on the image. i ask my ex-wife, whom i take care of, to do without me on a trip out of town to visit relatives: she goes, just before mail from Mistress Katja Minx arrives, bearing a collar tag. the timing is perfect, and unsettling. i am grateful for the condtions of comfort even in an uncanny and synchronicity-laden dance of phenomena. i am danced down into slavery. so, i keep coming back to the notion of perfect weather. it is not like the advent of some psychotropic drug, or like the different sort of disruption--Tibetans call it trek-cho, or cutting completely--in habit, that can happen when a Vajra Guru pops you open. it is just as surprising and total, in the assumption of control of the Other over the phenomenal world you live in: but this is a perfectly easy new world to get along in, that comes about when You tear away my habitual patterns of reality. when i lived at Buddhist retreat centers, we would sometimes all stare at each other in disbelief at things that happened in that environment, which was charged with magic. so it is a comfortable dissolution of accustomed reality. for the moment. i really cannot describe the exact contours of this amazing fusion of *total* uncanniness (which usually gives me the chills)--as custom and habit is ousted--and total comfort. like a cat taking a terrifying and seeminly preposterous leap, everything twirls in mid-air as it takes a completely unforeseeable trajectory--and then lands, perfectly, skillfully. and walks away sans souci. at any rate i am so grateful for this, and thank you. the two decades on and off with major gurus, which led to some real ripped-open experiences, were not necessary. i think they left a certain hardness and cynicism deep inside, in what was originally a stupendously sensitive boy. i am still shaken that my postman saw the word "slave," but he is usually nice to me, and i to him. the humiliation is delicious and perfectly placed. i must get a post office box, but for now the resonance is good, from that bit of public acknowledgment of slavery. it built lots of confidence and enthusiasm and assurance. i am so happy and so grateful and so proud/humbled, to have received the device identifying me as Your property. thank You, Mistress Katja Minx.

Yours Truly,
slave

Katja Minx
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When something tickles my fancy...

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Some Michael Jackson Ebay Silliness...

OK, just had to pass it along as I got a chuckle out of it...

http://search.ebay.com/michael-jackson-toast_W0QQfkrZ1QQfromZR8

Katja Minx
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A Vision of Wickedness in Patent Corset
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Buck Angel - Transexual Man

My great friend Buck Angel will be travelling to Portland for presentations and parties - if you're in the area and want to see him, here's his schedule:

Portland June 23-28

Meet & Greet Buck Angel
Friday, June 24, 2005
$5 donation encouraged
8:00 pm - midnight
Darklady Estates(RSVP darklady@darklady.com for details)

Love & Lust During Time of Transition: A Female-to-Male Transsexual
PerspectivePresentation & Audience Q&A
FREE
Saturday, June 25, 20051:00 pm - 5:00 pm
Portland State University
Smith Memorial HallRooms 228 & 298
Co-sponsored by PSU Women's Resource Center
Send Questions to: darklady@darklady.com

Play Party
Darklady Estates
$15
Saturday, June 25, 2005
9:00 pm - 2:00 am
Ages 18 and above(RSVP darklady@darklady.com for details)
Proceeds to benefit Blackout Leather Productions
Write info@blackoutleather.org or darklady@darklady.com for moreinformation.

More information about Buck Angel can be gained at:www.buckangel.com and www.transexual-man.com or on his blogs: buckangel.blogspot.com transexualman.blogspot.com

Katja Minx
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The generous, giving Dominatrix
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Looking for Link Trades

Run a blog with a similar theme (BDSM, Female Domination, Fetishism, Bondage)?

Want to trade links?

I will place your link in my blogroll which shows up on all of my blogs:

http://sadomasokitten.blogspot.com
http://mistresskatjaminx.blogspot.com
http://mistressminx.blogspot.com
http://katjaminx.blogspot.com
http://miauhaus.blogspot.com
http://fetishfemmefatale.blogspot.com
http://studiokismet.blogspot.com
http://www.myhotblog.com/sadomasokitten
http://www.livejournal.com/users/katjaminx

Lets trade! email to: sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

Katja Minx
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Hot shiny PVC - DIY Domina
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My fetish link list... and some history

I was just looking through my Lynx list on my website - I haven't touched that thing in probably years, and it's still pretty comprehensive.

When I first started out on the internet (more than 10 years ago) there wasn't much to see - I had a Macintosh TV - yes, a black one - a crappy modem and Mosaic. It was extremely possible back then to "get to the end of the internet" because there just wasn't much available, and it was really hard to find. Especially fetish-wise. All of my clothing, shoes, and equipment were purrchased by mail from the backs of dirty magazines or an occasional early issue of Skin Two or another fetish magazine (when I could find one), generally from either the UK or Germany, and at great expense - exchange rates, shipping costs, customs costs - and when you sent out your few pounds or marks (gotten from your local bank where they looked at you like you were insane) for a catalog, you just hoped it was a real company. Most of the time, a catalog arrived several weeks later to salivate over, and then the real fun began - trying to order something from overseas from a company that hasn't existed for very long (a few were long timers, like Kunzmann), for an item that may or may not fit when you receive it.

It was definitely nerve-wracking and full of mistaking-making, but it was exciting. The rush of actually getting everything together to place the order was great. The waiting for it to arrive had a certain ache, but then when that package arrived at the door or was waiting at the post office, it was heaven.

Now of course this is all basically a moot point - even if you do order from overseas, the internet has made it easier to see what you're buying, what the sizes are, and just put in your credit card information here and we'll get that right out to you. There is still the ache while you're waiting for the parcel to arrive, but it's not the same. It doesn't have that "dirty" feel to it anymore, like you're buying something that you definitely shouldn't, something "bad". Something for sex. Something that should stay a secret. Something that if the neighbors found out you were buying they'd be appalled.

I miss that.

Katja Minx
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Cozy bondage ropes for the connoisseur
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Extended Rope Bondage Session

An account of a very intense rope bondage session, written for Mistress Katja Minx, as experienced by slave puppydog:

I arrived at the door, as instructed. I put myself here willingly, I must remind myself, seeing Mistress Katja Minx has become as essential to my existence as food, water, or air. But was I ready to totally relax and surrender myself to Her will, as she requires? I contemplated this as I entered Her dungeon.

Dimly lit, dark & foreboding, the deliberately placed lighting pulled me in toward the bondage table. I obeyed its luminescent call and slowly walked toward it as I could see little else. Then as if out of nowhere, the door slammed shut behind me. I turned, terrified, to stare into the dark nothingness, for I could not see the hand that had closed it so suddently for my eyes still had not adjusted and could not focus clearly. But I could still hear Her. The distinctive click of Her high heels on the cold, hard floor. But where exactly was She? The sound bounced off the walls in much the way a ping pong ball travels. Even, concentrated, a sould like a metronome that slowly became the soundtrack of my slavery. How I wished to fall to the floor at that very moment and worship Her boots - I have had the exquisite please of being permitted to kiss and worship several pair of Her boots in the past when my suffering has pleased Her - not always of course, I undersatnd that it is a prviledge to be earned and not an automatic reward to be squandered.

The dark, musky smell of leather intoxicates me. Whenever I get a whiff of it - on the street, in a store, or in the dungeon, my body immediately becomes warm and my cock swollen. I have to fight the urge to drop to the floor and drown myself in its odor as well as to hide my erection. Most especially when I am in the dungeon, as the Mistress prefers my entire body to be under her direct control. I do hope that someday soon She will see fit to place me in prolonged chastity. I have already begun my6 search for the perfect device, which I will purchase and present to Her when She deems the timing just right. Must wafts through the air. Lost in my leather-drenched thoughts, I had lost contact with reality for a short, but very pivotal moment. She had crossed the room, chosen a CD, and begun playing it. Exotic Indian rhythms filled the room, fueling my fantasies, mesmerizing me. Relaxing yet full of incredible fear, I fell backwards onto the table as I could hear Her approach.

Her presence enters a room before She does. This is a quality both rare and erotic, I have never met another Domina who possesses it to the same extent, nor embodies it as Mistress Katja Minx does. Physically she is impressive; tall, strong, and sleek, Her waist curves in that most female hourglass shape, legs a mile long, long black hair, porcelain skin... I could go on for volumes about Her beauty, but She is not merely beautiful. That would be selling Her far short. The glint in Her eyes as I scream under Her ministrations, Her full, throaty laugh at my expense, Her cat-like grace as She moves... the perfect package. Alas I do drift off on these tangents way too easily, as I am suddently brought back to harsh reality by a smack adcross the face so hard as to knock me off my feet. Thank goodness I was standing so close to the bondage table as I surely would have fallen to the floor, and knowing my clumsiness, would definately have injured myself. Instead, I fell toward the table, using it to brace myself and soothe my aching cheek.

"Good afternoon", was all She said. That voice. That voice that has enslaved me. Instinctively my eyes glued to the floor as I could not even begin to look at Her as of yet, I begged Her pardon and began to stammer. For which my reward was another sharp slap across the face.

"Remove your clothing". I did as I was told, quickly and neatly placing my clothing on a chair. I could feel Her eyes watching me, and felt my heart beating faster. Once I was entirely nude, I returned to the place in front of Her near the bondage table. Where did She get all of that rope? I could swear that when I had seen Her only a minute ago, there was no rope to be seen. Now the black rope pooled at Her ankles in a large pile and She was pulling it through Her fingers. I heard the soles of Her boots tapping. Then the sound of rope being drawn through fingers.

So it was to be bondage. This is both my most and least favorite activity. I always balk at first because until I am completely hypnotized I cannot relax enough. I wriggle, my skin itches at inconvenient moments, and I am a pain in the ass in general. She knows this. My eyes wandered from the pool of rope to Her feet, and I let out a startled cry. She was wearing the most exquisite boots I had ever seen... as my eyes took in this amazing sight, my nost became overwhelmed with their scent. My mind could not begin to calculage how high the heels were, 9 or 10 inches? A high front platform, maybe 4 or 5 inches? But of this I could be sure... the toes were pointy and the long zippers on the inside must reach to the top of the boots - yet, I could not raise my eyes to see how high they climbed. The heels were thin and tapered, sexy, elegant, and evil.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Allow me to introduce you. These are my newest boots, custom made for me. The exquisite heels are 9" high, the thick black leather hugs my legs perfectly, and the boot shaft rises high on my thighs. Why don't you snap out of that stupor and get a closer look"? She didn't have to ask twice. I threw myself to the floor and the sensations were overwhelming: the cold hardness of the floor on my naked body, the warmth of Her feet inside those amazing boots... I began kissing them, starting on the front of the platforms, working my way slowly around, contorting myself so that She does not have to move (as She prefers). The pleasure is to be brief, as She orders me to stand. As I stand, I can now appreciate Her full height. In those boots, She towers over me, making me feel even more powerless and insignificant than before. The rope slides between her long fingers, looping around my neck.

"Tell me you're ready", She said.

"I am ready, Mistress", I said, and I meant it. Like a snake, She expertly coiled the rope around my body, pulling tighter in some areas, more loosely in others. Twist and pull, knot and tighten. I could feel each part of my body becoming paralyzed, unable to move, and my breathing becoming more shallow and restricted. All the while my eyes were glued to Her boots as She circled and encircled me. The exotic rhythms and the winding actions of the rope in Her hands transfixed me. Without a word, She moved my body down onto the table, on my back. The fluffy white pillow brushed against my cheeks, making my whole body tingle. It became a struggle now to control my erection. She had said nothing so far about its occasional presence, was She testing me? I know from recent beatings that I must control it and allow Her to have control over all of my functions, so I tried valiantly to maintain focused and do as I have been trained. I could not begin to tell you how long it took for Her to completely immobilize me. Time became a completely arbitrary thing, vastly unimportant and impossible to measure anyway. What seemed like miles of rope, so tightly intertwined around every inch of my body... first She would wrap one section of my body and then its corresponding other side, as She has told me many times of the important of balance in all things. Perfectly symmetrical and diabolically effective. Once my body was wrapped, it was tied to the table, again using each wrapped point to attach it to the table, then strings pulling upwards from my harness of hell both relieved pressure and increased it. I wanted to cry out, but I stopped myself, my body remembering past beatings for unnecessary cries. Through the web, with the aid of the tiny lights that twinkled overhead on the canopy above the bondage bed, I could see Her face. Twisted in concentration, I was reminded of how serious of an exercise this is for Her - how important that the knots are tied just tightly enough, and how the ropes lay just so. Otherwise, I would not be able to stay encased in this way for nearly long enough to please her, and that would certainly mean that I would not be invited back. My greatest fear - far worse than any physical or mental tortures that She could devise - would be if She would banish me from Her presence. I could think of nothing worse. This line of thinking lulled me back into my relaxed state, just as She had tied the last rope and finished off the final knot. I waited for some instruction, perhaps even I dared to think, some praise for my performance, but there was to be none. Her heels moved away from me, I could hear them yet not see then, nor Her, as my head was securely lashed to the table. As they clicked away, I wondered if She too planned to leave.

I was rewarded with total darkness - She had flipped the light switch off and now I was plunged deep into my own head, devoid of any outside stimuli save the tight ropes which firmly bound my body. Had she left the room? Or was She still there, watching my every move? After a moment of panic, I realized that I would not be able to tell and that was exactly as She had planned it. She knew I would panic, anticipated my weaknesses, and expertly exploited them. I drifted off into what could most closely be approximated as sleep, but in which I was far more aware and less at the mercy of my brains' own terrifying scenarios. I could feel Her presence even if I could not see nor hear Her, much less know if She was even in the building. And then I slept...

The distinctive feel of rope scraping across skin. The light impressions and abrasions that remain. The skin returning, slowly, to its original position. Blood once again moving freely through its vast network of arteries and veins. Breath, blessed breath, returning as lungs fully expand and contract. Was I still asleep? My mind struggled to remember. As I regained consciousness fully, my ears made out that distinctive sound that effects me much as that bell affected Pavlov's dog - the click of high heels. As I tried to sit up, I felt no ropes binding me anywhere, and slowly raised my body to a sitting position.

"Ouch!", I cried, as something heavy landed on my chest, knocking me back down on the table. As the shock wore off, I felt around for what had hit me, as the door slammed shut. They were my own clothes. Silently and in complete darkness, I dressed. More difficult than it sounds, but I had soon gotten myself into what I assumed must be presentable condition. I stumbled through the darkness in search of the light switch, which must have been quite comical should anyone have been able to see me, but I soon found it and turned on the main light. The light pierced through my eyes, instantly making me regret my decision to seek it out, and I tried vainly to find the switch again to turn it off.

And then that laugh.

I sat down on the floor, waiting for my eyes to focus. Facing the bondage table, I saw the piles of rope that had until recently been my cage. Blinking agin, colors began to take shape and ocme into sharper focus. I could see a large white rectangle inside the pile of ropes which I had not seen before, and I crawled toward it. As I came closer, I reached out and held it up to the light. It was a newspaper. It was dated Wednesday.

My session began on Monday.

*finis*

Katja Minx
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Exotic heels & whips... all the better to torture you with, my dear...
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Going through my fetish archives...

It's really amazing how many photos I have of myself sitting around - mostly on unmarked CDs, but also cluttering up my external hard drives. Purrhaps that will be my next slave organizational task.... no, that's the kind of thing I'd better do myself. Which means it might take awhile.

Some of them seem like they were taken a lifetime ago - and in many ways, they were - and some seem like yesterday. Some I have fond memories of, and some much less fond memories. Many fetish outfits, boots, and shoes that I no longer possess. Some people crop up in the photos who I miss dearly, and some that I would stab in the heart repeatedly should I see them on the street today.

So while I wax poetic on my decades of dominatrix-ism, you'll be the beneficiary of some photos that have never been seen before, and some that have only been seen as tiny, dark specimens.

Katja Minx
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Fetish femme fatale... Mistress Katja Minx

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Search Engine Optimization

I'm usually really good at keeping track of my stats - all of those little bits and pieces that add up - and tell me where, when, and how anyone finds me on the internet.

Usually, the list has a few semi-amusing words typed into search engines that somehow brought a surfer to my site.

Today I have a new favorite:

self-bondage stupid accident stuck

Brought one lucky purrson to my doorstep.

Welcome, all.

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/

Dedicated to his craft...
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Be Nice to Koalas

OK, so here is a dirty joke to get you through the weekend...

A koala walks into a brothel.

He takes a look at the girls, who are all really nice to him, telling him how sweet he is, stroking his fur, and he's getting excited.

One of the girls picks him up and takes him into a private room. The koala is really excited and they lay down on the bed and he begins to lick her all over. He enthusiastically eats her pussy until she has a screaming climax.

Then the koala gets up and starts to leave. The prostitute runs screaming after him that he can't leave, he hasn't paid. The koala looks confused. She cannot explain to him that he has to pay for the time he spent with her. The koala looks more confused.

Agitated, she picks up a dictionary and flips to the letter P. She finds the word Prostitute and reads the definition to the koala: Prostitute - a person who has sex in exchange for money.

The koala picks up the dictionary and flips to the letter K. Then he finds the listing for Koala and reads it out loud: Koala - Eats Leaves

Katja Minxwww.katja-minx.com

Cat Drumming

OK, this made me actually laugh out loud:

http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=catdrum

Best when the volume is up loud - and no one can see you laughing.

Katja Minx
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Oo la la...
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My Favorite Lunch

Has to be a nice, thick Caprese sandwich with a giant green salad, a big iced tea (with Splenda, or barring that, Sweet & Low), a good fashion magazine, and a big, empty booth all to myself at my favorite little French cafe here in Los Angeles, Cafe Angelique (go eat there, you'll be a fan too - http://www.angeliquecafe.com).

Sometimes I forget the magazine, or the latest issues aren't out yet (I'm a complete magazine whore, I'll read anything, but fashion, art, or cat magazines purrticularly tickle my fancy) and so I bring the laptop along (Mac G4 titanium - what, you thought I used a PC? Perish the thought....), and write some porn. Sometimes for friends, sometimes for myself, it's always amusing to be typing away - type, bite, type, bite, swig of tea - while writing the nastiest, most degrading porn I can think of while watching the folks walk by, eat next to me, feed their kids, etc.

That's how I'll be spending my afternoon today, inside, out of the punishing LA sunshine.

But I'm thinking a lot about some upcoming projects, which I'll write more about soon.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Shoes to hurt someone with...
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A Massive Fetish Accoutrement Undertaking

So here is some fun...

I decided yesterday that my fetish clothing and shoe closets are unacceptable. This happens to me sometimes, I suddenly need to change things simply for the reason that damn it, I want it to change. While they were well organized, the presentation lacked a special something.

So I sent one of my occasional purrsonal slaves (I say occasional because he's not available on a regular basis to be used and abused - I suppose wifey wouldn't understand his need to be emasculated and financially raped - hell, what wife doesn't understand that? Must be some other reason. Note to self: find other reason) to one of my favorite stores on the planet: The Container Store.

I'm sure they will be thrilled with being mentioned in a Dominatrix blog and with this product placement (you too can reach this target demographic), so let me say in advance how much I love The Container Store for all of my containment needs - both BDSM and everyday-life related. I love it probably about as much as my other favorite purrvert paradise - Home Depot.

His job was to take my handwritten note about exactly what I would need to reorganize my closets, procure the items, ask female employees for assistance, make sure they put those little handle-things on the bags, then bring them back to my abode and get to work on the closet reorganization. Simple, right?

Lets just say that since he wasn't allowed to read the list before he arrived at The Container Store, he was a little surprised at how long, detailed, and involved it was. Specific sizes, drawings, oh yes I'm thorough, and lots of 'em. When you have a vast collection of fetishwear of all stripes and fabrics like I do, those bright hangers from the 99 cent store just won't do. And then of course there is the shoe closet....

Good thing he brought the SUV, because the plastic boxes, rods, and hangers started adding up. And even better that he brought the platinum card because it's expensive to be organized!

It was like The Container Store exploded in my place - which made me so happy - and what do we do first when we have finally dragged all of those bags inside and up the stairs, past the cats and the catboxes? That's right, we have to pull off all of the price tags, making sure that no price-tag-smudges remain.

Once that fun chore was finished (who says I'm mean?), it was time to get to the closets. Everything had to be removed, placed gently down on a table, and the closet had to be scrubbed out and vacuumed. Necessary. Wash the walls down so they sparkle. Place the new rods in their spots (nice and shiny now), then slowly, deliberately, rehanger all of the fetish gear and place it in the closet - close enough to have room for everything, not so close that any of it touches it's neighbor (I read that in some magazine and have become obsessed).

Time for a quick checkup - yes, things going well - now get to work on those shoes and boots....

I now know that I have, drumroll please, 203 pairs of fetish shoes and boots. That's why I've always had a special closet to keep them in, but was never satisfied with the arrangement - they just don't make shoe racks to accomodate 9" heels comfortably. So, the Mens Shoes and Boot boxes from The Container Store work really nicely for this. All of the shoes and boots had to be taken out, the closet scrubbed (again!), and the crappy shelving system removed. Then the shoes had to be categorized by height (so that the right shoes would go into the right boxes), and each pair photographed. Then the shoes are lovingly polished and placed in each box. The Polaroid picture taken of each pair is then affixed to the front of the box, and the boxes are arranged - and rearranged - and rearranged again - inside the closet so that they fit well, and all can be seen.

But not all was well in happy-closet-land - the bastard forgot the Moth Dead, my most favorite product (actually I'm not sure if it's called Moth Dead, that's just what I call it) to be sure that no pesky moths make it into my purrsonal collection. So I beat him with the nearest thing I could find (the old curtain rods), and felt much better.

He was then excused and allowed to crawl back under the rock from which he came.

Katja Minx
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Catwoman - old school!
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Great Catwoman Site

Here's a link to a great Catwoman site:
http://www.catwoman-copycat.net/home.htm

Fetishists (especially those of the latex variety) will appreciate it!

Katja Minx
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My exotic custom made Bettie Page boots!
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Vivienne Westwood Shoes

Hi, I'm Katja and I'm an addict.

(hi Katja)

I have this incredible need to procure amazing shoes from Vivienne Westwood, the most exotic and outrageous platforms, the better. This has been going on for some time, however, I thought I might be in remission from this compelling addition until I saw this months' UK Elle with a pair of bright lipstick red platforms with a little tie at the toe area and I've started down the slippery slope once again.

What makes this addition most painful is that Vivienne Westwood shoes are not easy to procure for me here in the US. Fevered emails to their UK offices have yielded nothing in the way of how can I get my mitts on these shoes.

So if anyone in the UK wants to make my day and make this shoe junkie smile, I wear a size 8UK in Vivienne's creations....

Katja Minx
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Keep warm & have a great weekend...
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Happy Birthday Buck Angel!

This weekend is the birthday of one of my dearest friends, Buck Angel of Transexual-man.com... why don't you stop by for a visit, sign up and say hi!

From his site:
This is the only FTM porn site on the net, and it's been challeging to say the least. I am basically inventing a whole new category of porn. Thats why I value any feedback you are willing to share with me. I try to make it nasty and sexy but it might not be what gets YOU horny. Since I am bisexual I think I can please most tastes! I am a pretty nasty guy as you can see, and not shy about it. I add new content all the time and I'm very happy to fulfill YOUR fantasies.

So go and check out the most unique guy in porn - something for EVERYONE!

http://www.transexual-man.com/
http://www.buckangel.com/
http://www.fetishbuck.com/


Katja Minx
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Time for a little relaxation
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New XXX Domains

Have you heard the news? There will be a new .xxx domain soon, it has just been approved. From what I understand, it will be available later this year.

Maybe I'm eternally looking at the darker side of life, but when I first heard my thoughts were: oh great, so now all adult sites will be forced into this new virtual red light district and there will be massive censorship of the "regular" internet. Almost anything can be considered pornographic - depending on who you ask - and that this was the first wave of policing the internet.

I hope I'm wrong.

Here are links to the ICM and their press release for those with an interest:
http://www.icmregistry.com/
http://www.icmregistry.com/ICMPressRelease.html

Katja Minx
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Another new Mistress site...

... of me!

http://www.prodomina.net/viewdomme.php?id=269

At least I can be a *little* productive, broken toe and all. I managed to cajole one of my boys into scrubbing the bird shit off of my car - someone who knows nothing of the dark world that I inhabit - which was great fun. There's nothing like the tenth or so "You missed a spot" to set someone's competitive instinct on fire..

Katja Minx
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Trying to think happy thoughts...
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June Gloom

How to stay upbeat on a dark day? Honestly, I'm a girl who likes the darkness, likes the cloudiness, likes the air so wet I can feel it lubricating my bronchial tubes as I breathe... but this "June Gloom" thing makes me nuts. For those who don't live in the Los Angeles area, June Gloom is this peculiar time of year when you wake up and every single day it's dark and overcast, then by 11 am it's blazing hot.

Impossible to figure out how to dress (a leather or a latex day?), and it's really the imminent arrival of the blazing-hot-ness that makes me so grumpy. And this will continue for the most part for the next month or so.

June starts off with gloomy, mucky air, then an idiot cutting me off on the freeway repeatedly (while never one to shy away from confrontation, I admit that LA drivers make me nervous - go ahead, idiot, speed off in front of me, just don't shoot me, ok?).

A bird that made a special delivery literally one inch away from where my windshield wiper blade could reach.

Stepping out of my car, I smashed my pinkie toe so violently that it's now a lovely shade of purple (I don't really like purple, but especially where parts of my body are concerned) and trying valiantly to curl as much as possible, to return to the mother ship as it were. But it's definitely broken, I've been here before, I know that feeling and that lovely shape that it's taking on.

So damn it, now I have crappy air, bird shit, and a broken toe to deal with. And no slaves available to help me break this mood. Not quite lunchtime yet, either.

Purrhaps time to wade through the special closet of fetish wear - I actually haven't done that in awhile - while my fetish shoes and boots are still *mostly* in full rotation (but this broken toe may force me into flats for a bit, grrrrr), since I haven't been a full-time Domina in awhile I don't have the chance to wear all of my amazing fetish couture on a regular basis.... which I sorely miss. Maybe finding a small studio somewhere will help with all of these problems (except the pesky toe), or at least make me forget about 'em for awhile. I keep threatening to do that, but just haven't found the right situation...

Ramble, Mistress, ramble on...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com