Berlin Mayor Embraces S&M

Der Spiegel magazine has a fascinating article on their mayor's embrace of an S&M festival in Berlin, with bits on the leather and fetish scene there...

Great reading here in English

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Hurricane Katrina

My thoughts go out to everyone effected by Hurricane Katrina...

My dear friend Buck Angel and his lovely wife were living and working in New Orleans and have had to evacuate (they did make it out safely) - my thoughts are with them as their lives will be uprooted (both purrsonal and business-wise) for many months to come.

Buck runs an amazing website - http://www.transexual-man.com - please take a look at it and consider joining for a month or two, or watch his videos on AEBN (search for Buck Angel) ... you get a thrill, he gets a few dollars. Everyone wins.

I purrsonally have donated to the Humane Society (so many people forget the impact on animals in natural disasters) and the Red Cross, and I encourage everyone to give whatever they can to help those whose lives have been devastated by this horrific disaster.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

My Amazon Gift List

I've just updated my Amazon gift list...

While I have my Most Wanted list on my website (in the Material Girl section), I've found that many admirers aren't comfortable buying (and having a charge on their credit card) from adult businesses, so as I actually have a "real life" outside of professional Domination and executive Pornography (yes things spill over, but that's why you read this blog everyday, yes?), I've found some really great things that I'd love to have, and so I put this list together just for you...

My birthday is October 31st - yes, that's Halloween - for those who wish to prepare early...

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Beauty is Pain

I was sitting in my office the other day watching porn (this is something that I'm actually required to do, that if I didn't do I'd lose my job) - not your run-of-the-mill hardcore, but some special DVDs that I've acquired for our websites. Much of it is incredibly dull, I can easily be disappointed in what I see out there. It seems like every single woman in the world has made at least one porno somewhere down the line.

Especially BDSM videos. They're so freaking boring usually, either because it's a straight porn video masquerading as BDSM (cannot tell you how many times I've seen the "Domina" get fucked at the end of these and then take a facial) or if it's even somewhat real the action is soooo contrived.

Most Mistresses are not good actresses, nor are they good extemporaneous speakers. The lines are canned, the action obviously not planned out in advance, and the plot, well, plodding.

I was entertaining several of our UK webmasters last week, and they would occasionally drop into my office while I was looking through these videos. We were mostly laughing about them (most of the critiques were from me, naturally). I remembered that I had a copy of 2 of my videos, the Beauty is Pain series, so I popped in the original Beauty is Pain and forwarded through in bits and pieces so that they could see the action.

There is something really priceless about seeing a roomful of hardcore porn webmasters cringe when a singletail meets someone's cock. Especially while said purrson is singing "I Feel Pretty" at the top of his lungs while tied in restrictive bondage and exotic fetish boots.

A quick view through Beauty is Pain 2 brought us back to slave wildboots, this time suspended in my leather strap cage and taking a harsh beating both front and back and Meowing!!!

I'd really forgotten how much fun these videos are to watch... even if some of the action falls dangerously into plodding at times (I cut myself slack when there's bondage involved - it takes hours sometimes to tie someone up properly!).

Check them out for yourself via AEBN

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

The Mistress' Presence

Did you miss me?

I've been posting most days for awhile now, and sometimes it gets a bit lonely here in cyberspace. Unlike most blogs that I see out there, I really think that mine is quite action-packed, full of information, not to mention some saucy pictures thrown in for good measure.

So as I was busy with my real life adventures (escorting several of my best UK webmasters around town, working my expense account into overdrive, and trying to keep us all from making trouble) I thought very specifically that it might be time to take a little time out from posting. Just a few days to see if anyone missed me...

Blogs are funny things - well, actually I felt this way as well when I first created my website and with all subsequent major overhauls of it - a lot of work goes into creating it and the presentation of such, and once it's been "born" I want the world to notice me! (Insert me jumping up and down like a spoiled 3 year old here - of course that would be a spoiled 3 year old in high heels but that's just me). But there is so much for the world to look at these days, that getting noticed is tougher and tougher and can definitely dampen ones spirit to putting a lot of effort into creating something great.

Purrhaps this grey cloud will pass soon and I'll be back to my merry, evil self. Shopping usually does it - snaps me out of a pessimistic mood - but I wasn't able to find anything that would completely fulfill me this weekend so hopefully by tomorrow I'll snap out of it.

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

Preparing the Slave for Anal Violations

A slave telephones me and asks if I do dildo play, anal play, ass play, etc... If that's all they're into, I'll generally decline as that was always my red flag...

Any sort of penetration can be considered prostitution. Depending on the laws where you live there are variances of course, but basically if there is something inside of you, I'm breaking the law. Even if my intention is purely evil and torturous (with no pleasure involved at all), in the eyes of the law I am penetrating you with the purrpose of pleasure - prostitution.

Yes I have been visited by our boys in blue many times over my career. There have always been all sorts of lies purrpetuated by the professional Dominance community as to what a cop can and cannot do once inside your chambers. My advice to anyone is to listen to your gut - if you think he's a cop, he probably is, and is it really worth that extra couple of hundred bucks to get busted and have all of your equipment confiscated?

Basically anal play is something that I would only indulge in with clients that I knew - someone who had seen me before or been given a purrsonal recommendation for. Not that this is foolproof, but since I've never been busted for prostitution, my record must be pretty good in this arena.

I have on many occasions popped new anal slave cherries, violated slaves assholes until they were red and bloody, and fisted slaves well past my wristbone. I enjoy it because I enjoy being in the power position, and it's easy to create the scenario in my head of where I want the slave to be during the violation.

Enemas - absolutely necessary. If you haven't taken one (and believe me, I'll know), you will be given one. Not handed a puny little squeeze bottle and sent off to the bathroom, you'll be laid down on your side and take a whole bag before you begin the waddle of shame to the bathroom trying desperately to hold in the contents (and hold it in you will - under peril of extreme degredation).

Now that you're nice and clean, we begin by placing you into position. This varies wildly depending both on my mood and on the available surfaces. Lets just say - because of the benefit of the scene photos here - that you're bent over a bondage horse, legs spread wide.

I cannot express the importance of lubricant here. The choice of lube is up to me (depending on how sadistic I'm feeling...), and it's time to rubber up with two pair of gloves, which saves time once I remove the first pair. See how kind I am, making sure you get even more time to be ass fucked?

Even for fistees, there will always be some exploratory warmup. Starting with my well-lubed rubber fingers, I first insert one, then two, then three, then I generally tuck in the thumb and go right for the knuckles... if you can take it, that is. I'll turn my hand fully around to explore and to spread the lube. If you're a good boy I might even indulge in some prostate massage, but you've got to be a really good boy for that.

Once the opening has been prepared, it's time for the toys. Whether they're strapped on or handheld, they're coming at ya so you'd better not tense up. Squealing, of course, is encouraged.
I'll start with my smaller dildos and work my way up to my larger ones - larger in both length and width of course - and the intensity increases as we go along. I'll push you to that point when the pain becomes intense and you think you can't take even one more thrust of my giant rubber cock, but then you do because I've told you that you will, that you have no choice but to be my bitch and take whatever I give you...

Your purrsonal cleanup, however, is up to you. For that you will absolutely do the waddle of shame to begin the lube removal process in the bathroom... both from yourself and from my dildos.

What a good little slut you are.

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

Erotic Tickling

Bondage and tickling... they go together like all of the best things in life (insert your favorite things here...)

Especially when you're tied down to a bondage table, arms tightly tied to your sides (so that you have just a precious few inches of wiggle room for a bit of extra torment), legs up and hanging... This is always a very tempting situation for me. Do I torture the ass that is being presented to me? Do I further torment the cock and balls which have been already tightly tied so that they are separated from the body? Or do I just go in for the kill and start tickling.

Usually, this all starts with a simple question - Are you ticklish?

If the answer is yes, I know that this is going to be simple. Most people are ticklish in certain areas - the sides of the body, the underarms, and of course the big daddy of ticklish places, the feet. So an already ticklish slave is in for a good amount of fun as I am a firm believer in tickling as torture - stop and go, hooded or not, the slave anticipating where I might tickle next or just suffering at not being able to stop it as I look into their eyes and laugh.

If the answer is no, then I know there is going to be more work involved. For it's not just about being merely ticklish, there are other sensory triggers that will need to be pushed. The slight touch of my fingers on a slaves side will work up a ticklish sensation after some time. Or having a slave hum repeatedly for a few minutes creates an odd sensation in the lips that seems to work on other areas of the body... this was put into play during the scene pictured.

Not ticklish you say? I can fix that... Feathers and soft cat toys are not always my first tickling implements of choice. Sometimes the sensation of a long leather strap, or the slow pull of a thick leather flogger over your skin can begin the tickling sensations. Sometimes I'd simply turn on a fan or air conditioner in close proximity to my slave - cold is a wonderful tool (as is heat, but that's another story) to motivate slaves and also to provide a full sensory experience. And...I always always always laugh along with my slaves as I'm torturing them. I can't help it. It's amusing and makes me happy as they giggle, then laugh uncontrollably, then beg for it to stop, then cry...

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

Those BDSM Endorphins

So many people ask me what the allure is of being beaten?

Endorphins, my friend.

Whether they are brought on by the physical pain actually inflicted or drawn out by deep memories buried deep in the subconscious, it's all about our brains' processing of endorphins. Hormones, hormones, hormones.

Now having an autoimmune disease as I do (Hashimoto's Thyroiditis) I know a lot about hormones. Which may explain why I've always been incredibly intuitive about a slave's needs for ever-more pain. Sometimes I think the picture given may have been that I was a heartless bitch, but in fact I really understand how endorphins work and how they can raise your BDSM game ever higher. Not just to please your Mistress, but to really get to the precipice and then let yoursel fly.

The slave pictured above arrived at the dungeon just looking for the hardest pain he could find. Nothing more esoteric, simply raw unending pain.

After being strung up with his arms in tightly pulled bondage, his ankles were hitched to the legs of the bondage table. He was hooded in a double layered hood of supple black leather for both of our purposes - for me so that I would cease to see him as a suffering being, and for him to block out all unnecessary stimuli. And the hood was effective on both points.

I began by laying out all of my harshest implements, and formulated my plan in my head. It is not always beneficial to start with the "softest" pieces and work your way up to the most "extreme", especially when dealing with a pain pig or heavy masochist of any stripe. While a warmup of sorts is necessary, it is easy to lose them psychologically if you start out too easily or lightly - they drop from their expectation of heavy pain very quickly as many have experienced this at the hands of lesser experienced Mistresses.

So with a heavy wooden paddle I delivered the first heavy blow. It was enough to elicit a sharp cry from my slave, and a shaking of the table. I have to make him want it, I have to make him beg for it, this is what I feel at moments like this, I've given him a taste of the sweet nectar of sensation and if he truly wants and can take more, he must react. He must sweat, his muscles must shake, I must be completely convinced that I am engaging his brain so that endorphins will be released. Another heavy blow after a few moments have passed, and I can see the wave of pain that is slowly washing over him, the glow of his ass being bright red and the heat that begins to rise all over his body. My hand comes closer to his skin and moves within inches all over to test the heat. Not too much time shall pass before the next blow, and then the next, more quickly now with less recovery time between direct hits, the wood meeting his skin with sharp slaps over and over again.

Then as my arm tires from the heavy blows, I reach for my leather strap. An implement that I know will break skin, and that I know exactly how hard I must hit to do so. While I know the limits of safety when dealing with blood and bodily fluids, I am quite keen to push that envelope and drawing blood does not make me squeamish in the slightest. The strap comes down hard on his bright red ass in the sweet spot - the space where the skin is brightest and the pain is the most intense even still - and the first droplets of blood appear. Both my and my slaves' pulse are racing now, I can feel the moisture on my forehead with my effort and on his body from his ordeal. I mention that blood has now been drawn and will continue and he breathes heavily, almost exhausted as the leather meets his skin over and over again, harder and faster building to a crescendo where pleasure and pain have truly mingled and are now completely indistinguishable, where he can feel literally every single cell in his body, his brain is on fire, and he is sobbing uncontrollably, not because of the pain nor because he wants it to stop, but because he is being fully and overwhelmingly released - he has walked up to the edge of himself and has jumped off and is flying....

After such a flight, a soft landing is necessary, and the warmth of my hands on his boiling hot ass slowly bring him down to earth. His arms and legs are released and he falls like a ragdoll onto the bondage table, panting and entirely spent. For over an hour he lays there, deep inside his hood and his head, until he is ready to rise and slowly merge back into the world. The hood is removed and he dresses silently. He doesn't look back as he leaves my parlour, as expected.

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

Kitten with a Whip!

Have I mentioned my day job before? I can't remember and I'm a bit too lazy to go looking through my archives...

By day I'm a high-powered executive in the porn industry. I oversee a large staff of worker bees who create and maintain several large, well-known products on the adult internet. While I never thought I would wind up in a "desk job" ever again (after spending the last 15 years pretty much exclusively as a professional Domina) this one was a bit too sweet not to bite. I am so well-versed in the adult industry, it would be a shame to waste all of my experience. And imagine, I didn't even have to invent anything on my resume to cover the years where there are gaping holes...

Interviewer: Um, ok, so your resume is a little bare... what have you been doing for the last 15 years?

KM: I was basically self-employed.

Interviewer: Ok... doing what?

KM: Providing artistic services.

Interviewer: Ah, so you were an artist? What kind of art did you make?

KM: Well, not exactly an artist. More of a purrformer.

Interviewer: Oh, like on videos or something? Were you in anything I would have seen?

KM: I did do some videos, but (thinking fast here) they're all out of print, weird artsy small things you never would have seen.

Interviewer: Ok, but what jobs did you have? Is there anyone I can contact for a reference?

KM: Hm. (contacting past slaves for references might be amusing for me, but it's definitely going to work against me in getting this -or any - job).

Interviewer: How about any skills that you have?

KM: (thinking again, probably not a good idea to mention the bondage skills, the humiliation skills would probably be out of bounds, the cbt skills might be just too much) Well, I can type really fast and I make websites.

Interviewer: Great, what websites have you worked on?

Ok you get the point, I'm pretty much screwed here.

Being a control freak helps me out a lot here at my current job as well - though I'm sure my staff might whimper and disagree at times. I'm actually pretty much exactly the way that I was when whipping was my main profession - easygoing until something goes wrong and then I get pissed. I even keep my little 4 foot Morgan snake whip in my top desk drawer to keep everyone in line... it's effective and fun!

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

Secretary of Domination

I am the Secretary of Domination in Cyber Yugoslavia:

http://www.juga.com/idcard.asp?id=5009

Something I completely forgot about, I've been the Secretary of Domination for years as I know the Commandantina Dusilova... well, I guess that's pretty standard for a government official such as myself -- but I actually have been out there mixing with my constituents, enforcing my own branch (and switch) of government, creating my own laws about the universe...

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

My Life as a Barbitchuette

I know that I previously mentioned that I was a Barbitchuette for many years - one of the fetish dancers with the band Sleep Chamber. I found some other photos to share with you...


We purrformed at venues large and small, all over the US and Germany.


It's really amazing that I don't have many more than these - probably no one does other than a handful of photographers purrhaps still trolling the Boston music scene.


Even the behind the scenes photos in Germany - I only have those because they were taken with my camera! The pity is that the video camera we had brought along to record the tour was "liberated" from our dressing room in East Berlin while we were purrforming. If anyone ever hears about that tape surfacing somewhere, I'd really loooooooove to know about it - no worries about the camera itself, but the tape would be very amusing. I thought for sure that it would have ended up on the internet somewhere, maybe German ebay, but so far (and it's been years now) no dice.

Some rarities...

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

Fetish Ballerina

When I was a little girl I wanted to be either a veterinarian or a ballerina.

I studied the habits of my family's cats and dogs closely, took out books from my school library on dog and kitty care. I learned to read very early and was reading everything I could get my hands on about dogs and cats. I would pretend to do "checkups" on our family dog and cats, and was fascinated when my poodle Fifi (yes, I had a little black poodle named Fifi - she was adorable) had puppies. And watching my cat give birth on my bed (why do they always do it on your bed or your good clothes?) was absolutely amazing.

I also danced like there was no tomorrow. We didn't have much money when I was growing up, so I took classes here and there. Always in the same black nylon leotard and pink ballet shoes. I tried tap when it looked like we weren't going to be able to find ballet classes that we could afford, but it wasn't really me. I advanced to pointe classes quickly, even though my studies were sporadic. I've always danced, whether it was in a nightclub or in a classroom.

I suppose that I've been able to incorporate more of the ballerina job description into my adult working life than the veterinarian (although there have been some invasive techniques used that would definitely fall farther onto the veterinarian area of the playing field), especially where my photography was concerned. The day I took this photo I had just found an old pair of black pointe shoes that I had used for a purrformance ages ago and strapped them on...

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

Glamourpuss

Female transformation. Very few clients ever sought out my services for full-on transformation. Most enjoyed the trappings of the feminine - panties, silks, heels, makeup - but not necessarily anything more "transformative" than that. I was just someone who would indulge their urges without making any judgements (and lets face it, that was my main raison d'etre)...

It's a shame that more mens accoutrements (fetish and non-fetish alike) aren't silky or soft. Not necessarily pink and frilly, just softer. Many men seem to enjoy the light stroking of satin against their cock, or a soft feather run across bare, exposed skin.

I do enjoy using feminine transformation against a slave's wishes as well - for the humiliation factor - but then the scenario generally goes like this:

You are a slutty girl who has been working for me out on the pier at night. Giving blowjobs for cash, and whatever else a customer wants. You haven't been bringing me enough money lately, even though I know you're a complete whore. So I decide to tart you up a bit, give you tips on the right red lipstick (and just how far on a customers cock your lipstick ring should go), put you in a tight miniskirt and high heels and watch you totter around. Then it's time for you to demonstrate that you really know how to both give it and take it - because I want to be sure that you're not shorting me money because you're avoiding being a total slut. So first you must show me your blowjob technique on my giant dildo - which I will stick to the wall (it has a suction cup mounted on it). I want to see how far you can deep throat and how you will suck on every part of it. Once I'm satisfied with your gagging and begging for more, I will strap on my own large dildo and smack your ass with it. While you're still sucking on the wall-mounted dildo, I want you to beg me for more money to violate you. Just like with a customer. You're willing to do anything, no matter how demeaning or painful, to please your customers, but you have to get paid! Once I agree to pay you but only if you make my dildo cum, you offer your ass, spreading it wide for me. I instruct you to keep deep throating that dildo in front of you while I brutally and repeatedly fuck you in the ass. I generally wait until you can't really stand in those high heels anymore, and the lipstick is now a red clown ring around your lips before I decide it's time and that your sore, red ass has made my dildo cum. As a reward to a good slut, I might allow you get into the shower stall to clean your filthy self up and masturbate (only for good sluts, of course).

Traditional, of course, but wickedly effective.

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

Just Who is Mistress Katja Minx?

Well, my website hasn't been down, but I did receive some very odd requests yesterday asking about me via email... while I'm pretty sure that you only want to see my colorful Mistress bio because you're going to steal it and use it on some other "Mistress" site, here it is:

I am the Tigress.

Stalking her prey, ever aware of her power over the entire animal kingdom. It is you who are caged, and I who pace in front of you as the oddity that you are. Playing, teasing, yes, but this serves my higher purpose. I taunt to learn about my preys weaknesses, to find its weak spots, to manipulate and use it to my best advantage. I may seem cuddly and precious at times, but my outer demeanor only serves to disguise my true purposes... my claws are sharp, as is my mind.

The exchange of power, the potential for life-changing and life-affirming experiences... Reveling in my desire for control over all who dare to venture into my lair... Taking a slave out of his everyday world into mine rich with fetish and fantasy, if only for an hour, and then returning him, changed but ultimately unscathed, to his own - these are a few of my favorite things. I live for the hunt, and I hunt to live.

I am purrticularly adept at intricate rope bondage, and I enjoy providing the corporal punishments that a naughty slave requires. Psychodrama, bordering on true hypnosis, is also in my arsenal of skills. My own purrsonal fetishes run toward exotic boots and shoes (of which I possess over 100 pair), fine leather and latex clothing, and tight (20") corsetry.
I also have a wicked Catwoman fetish that I must indulge in on a regular basis, complete with catsuit, mask, bullwhip and claws...

My dungeon is vast and varied, with enough furniture and toys to stimulate the imagination and enough space to properly use them in. Ambiance manipulation, central location, and implement diversification!

First and foremost I adore bondage in all of its many forms, and depriving the senses of their visual, aural, and tactile cues so that I may alternately deny and overload them gives me a thrill like no other... hearing the rush of a singletail as it breaks the sound barrier, and inflicting pain of the most erotic sorts with all manner of whips, cats, floggers, crops, clips, paddles, canes and other implements... Not to mention tickling a helpless slave until he physically cries, piercing tender skin, or fully feminizing a hapless male... I adore the journey as much as the destination. I will not purrticipate in any illegal, nonconsensual, nor sexual play. I am a professional Dominatrix, well-versed in the dark arts, sit before my altar and receive my wisdom.

I am a dancer, and possess a body of feline grace and femininity - 5'10" tall, long and lean, with curves in all the right places. Tiny waist, toned legs that won't quit, and feet blessed with long, thin toes. Hair the color of the darkest night, chocolate eyes to melt your resolve. A tattoo of Le Chat Noir, placed for all to see on my left arm. I make an impression in a crowded room....
My alliance and utter devotion to the world of the feline is the seat of my power - a slave is my prey, a pitiful mouse or a frightened bird that I shall taunt before its soul is devoured. This gives me an easy sensuality, even as I administer the harshest whipping, or the tightest cbt, or the most intense humiliations, you will never sense anger in my actions. I do not raise my voice - a deep purr whispered in your ear, a velvet-covered command, or a throaty laugh are all that I require to bring any slave to his knees.

When the time comes and you seek guidance from a true femme fatale, find your way into my lair in Los Angeles... you will become a totally different animal for the experience.

So who is Mistress Katja Minx?

Born under the sign of Scorpio in the year of the Snake, Mistress Katja Minx began life as the strongest kitten in the litter, able to mesmerize and traumatize with one stroke of her claws for as long as she can remember. She began her exploration of the darkest and deepest waters of BDSM in the puritanical city of Boston, where she cut a deep swath and left its citizens reeling for many years. Even New York City could not hold the Tigress, and she escaped relatively unscathed even after stints as a House Mistress at many of its celebrated dungeons. Purrforming before thousands, both in the US and abroad, and posing for fetish publications large and small have given her a fierce notoriety only matched by her own real life. With age and experience has come wisdom, and after years of sharpening her claws on the denizens of cities all across the globe, she finds herself ensconced here in her own devilish dungeon, where she can be free to taunt, tempt, and torture the citizens of the City of Angels and beyond from a lair both devious and divine.

Indeed I've been ripped off many times on the internet, I used to have one slave whose only job was to troll around looking for my photos or my writings being used without purrmission (it was a busy job there for awhile)... and it was always fun for me when he found someone who was illegally using my writings or pictures - I would pick up the phone and call Mistress So-and-So:

So-and-So: Hello? (in a weird, artificially deep breathy voice)

KM: Yes, is this Mistress So and So?

So-and-So: Yes it is...

KM: I'm Katja Minx, a Dominatrix in Los Angeles. You may or may not know me... You are using my photos and text on your website.

So-and-So: Oh, I don't do my website myself, it must be something my webslave did...

KM: Well, that's all fine and good, but can you please take it down right now. It's plagiarism and theft of my copyrighted works.

So-and-So: Well, all of my photos are of me except for maybe something that my webslave found and put up there without me knowing... how do I know it's yours? (getting uppity now)

KM: Take a look at my website, it's been around for years. And all of my photos are of me - taken by me - and I do all of my own writing and run my own website.

So-and-So: Uh....

KM: Do you specialize in Catwoman and rope bondage sessions?

So-and-So: What's a Catwoman session?

KM: That's my specialty and you feature it prominently on your front page of your website next to a photo of me.

So-and-So: Ok. (busted)

KM: I will purrsue legal action if these pictures and text do not come down right away.

So-and-So: I'll talk to my webslave.

KM: And by the way, it's really not good business practice to misrepresent yourself... if a client shows up at your door and expects to see me and sees you instead...

So-and-So: I'll take it down. Who did you say you were again?

An actual conversation I had with a "Mistress" once. Most were far less curteous (but always accusatory and obnoxious). Ladies please... if you don't possess the ability to create fresh words to describe yourself and your playstyle please either hire someone else to do it or just put a lot of pictures on your websites (and none of my pictures either.....)

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

Minx Ballet Boots

Ok, so I'm on a boot kick this week - not that this is incredibly unusual (ask anyone who knows me or has sessioned with me, boots are generally a part of the program) - which brings us to some of the most extreme styles.... ballet boots!

Honestly, these are not my favorite pair. It's not because of the style - I really love ballet heels - it's that they were purrchased as a gift, off the peg, and the fit isn't spectacular. The heel is a bit clunky and too wide, and while the foot area fits decently well, it's quite wide, as is the calf area, with not nearly enough curve in the back ankle area (something that is really important to me, and that separates the great boots from their lesser imitators).

So I've worn them sporadically, mostly for a few boot fetish sessions (with worship focusing on the extreme heels generally) and for photo sessions. It's a bit of a shame, but when you have a closet full of graceful heels and extreme platforms such as I do, then you expect a lot from every pair. I'm a definite fetishist in this regard - and as I become more of a connoisseur I get even pickier.

Still photographs quite nicely, tho....

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

My Bettie Page Boots

I had the great pleasure some time ago to actually wear and handle a pair of boots especially made for, and worn by, Bettie Page. They were black patent laceup boots, absolutely exquisite, all handmade. Knee high with the most gorgeous, flattering cut.

The boot slave that showed them to me also owned a pair of Bettie's gloves. Lucky for me she had larger feet (size 9!) but unlucky for me she had tiny hands. So I could only admire the gloves but they were butter soft, black leather elbow length ones.

I'm a big Bettie Page fan, I've always loved a retro look and that purrticular style of bondage. The damsel in distress thing. Very sexy.

When I saw these boots and tried them on, it really stirred something deep inside me. I have hundreds of pairs of fetish shoes and boots, but never anything this exquisite had I tried on, and the history involved... it was great. So I wanted a pair of my own. My boot slave (you can see him in my Beauty is Pain video series - he was an avid collector of exotic boots and leather paraphenalia) said not only was this possible, but he already had the boots... when his regular bootmaker (an older Greek gentleman in the UK) was copying the Bettie boots to make a pair for him, his initial copy was the same size as the original - my size - and the bootmaker had sent it to him as a prototype before crafting a pair in his size. This pair was in black leather.

Suffice it to say, those boots were quickly mine. They are cut as though they were made for me - the way that the ankle tapers in at the back to purrfectly hug it with every step, the exact diameter of my own calves, the true round babydoll toes, the absolutely purrfect heels and platforms... lined in blonde calf leather, fully laced down the front with only open eyelets...

Thanks Bettie.

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

Catsuit in Catwoman Heaven

I hate it when a day begins like this...

I was rearranging some of my fetish wear when I noticed that several pieces seemed to be stuck together. Upon careful examination, the situation became more serious.

My favorite Catwoman catsuit has been disintegrating for some time. I made it myself about 8 years ago. It is a basic cotton/lycra unitard to which I added a front zipper. I put on the garment and stepped into my NYC apartment (re: tiny) shower stall and armed with a sponge applicator and a gallon of black liquid latex, proceeded to cover the unitard completely. Several coats were necessary to achieve a certain thickness and the look I wanted. Then I added several pieces of rope to the chest and back area and voila -- a purrfect catsuit that fit me purrfectly, and that people always thought was either latex or leather.

For others thinking about doing this, I have a few caveats: Yes, it's much cheaper than buying a suit made of pretty much any other fetish material. And, it's far more durable than either latex or leather. But... It gets incredibly cold when inside the catsuit and painting on the latex. Incredibly freaking cold. No, really, it gets so cold. Did I mention it gets cold? Just keep that in mind - wintertime isn't the best time to be doing this sort of thing, however warmer times work well. Also, the liquid latex is not an easy medium to work with - and I'm a crafty purrson - and you will definitely find it to be a much slower process than purrhaps expected. And the liquid latex drips everywhere.... Not to mention that you have to stand inside the suit, arms and legs away from your body, for extended periods while each coat dries.

In other words, it's not a process that I wish to repeat. My catsuit has been a part of my life for so long, others that I've had have been nice but nothing like this one. I had noticed that it was starting to degrade several months ago, but each time I have slipped into it since then I've put the thought out of my head that it was serious.

Well....

Today the suit literally fell to pieces in my hands.

I supposed that's a poignant way for it to go, but it still leaves me so very sad.

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

Black Slaves

Now here is something that can be touchy... but in my 15+ years as a professional Dominatrix, I have seen black clients exactly twice. And when I speak with other Dominas (including those of color) they say the same thing - black men do not seek out their services.

I have seen clients of all backgrounds, and from all over the world. Some wished to indulge in stereotypical scenarios (the Brits loving their proper spankings and canings, for example) and many did not. I have gone places during roleplays that I would never consider in my purrsonal life (racist scenes, Nazi scenes, and the like). I enjoy variety and like to have my creativity buttons pushed, even when they take me into uncomfortable places.














This purrticular slave came to become a favorite of mine - he would pose for me whenever our schedules would purrmit at Kismet. He was open to anything, even things he had not experienced before, and had the loveliest demeanor (and was a very obedient boy). I enjoyed tying him up mainly because, well, I like tying up anyone who walked into my dungeon, but also because of the different contrast that his dark skin had on my colored ropes.














I'm not positing theories as to why most clients of professional Dominas are white, middle-management, slightly older (35-55), and comfortable-to-affluent: they just are (not that there's anything wrong with that - add Seinfeld inflection here). I'm just also always pleased when men outside that demographic seek me out.

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

Man Ray, RIP

(Me in futuristic latex hosting the 6th B&D Ball)

If you've ever been through Boston and are into the alternative scene at all, you know Man Ray. It was only the best (if stickiest) club ever, and where I made most of my mischief in my younger days.

I've just heard that it's closing down! Yes, they are supposed to be reopening in another location soon, but that hasn't been confirmed. It's like an organ that I kind of need has just fallen out of my body, laying there and mocking me. Yesterday they had an auction - one can only imagine what actually made it out of there - memories, memories, memories.

I started my illustrious career at Man Ray - the girl who went just to dance and for the longest time never talked to anyone. I would literally go 3-4 nights a week, get dressed in my goth finest (which basically meant anything black that you could dance in, the goth scene wasn't nearly as fetishized back then and you really couldn't find some of the great clothes they have today), walk over to Central Square and dance. I always was having so much fun dancing (ok, and showing off) that I missed the last T home and had to walk. Always. I only had enough money to pay admission, and would steal plastic cups from the bar and fill them up over and over from the tap in the ladies bathroom - no alcohol when you're dancing that hard - and then walk home for an hour in the middle of the night.

Once I finally started talking to people, I made some of the dearest friends I've ever had - most especially Chris Ewen the DJ, truly one of the coolest people I know. Even after I moved away from Boston back to NYC, he would still play a Siouxsie song for me whenever I showed up... nothing like his 80s nights, I always felt welcome at Campus (gay nights) and loved to dance with the ladies on Sundays. Terri the bartender, always at the ready, and all of the folks I'd dance with. It really became my life - my whole social scene revolved around people I knew there, and the purrsona I was developing.

It was also the first place that I began purrforming - which directly led to my career as a professional Domina. After one of my shows (which I did both weekly and monthly), a member of the audience asked if I was a "professional". I assumed he meant professional purrformance artist, which I definitely considered myself to be at the time, and said Yes. He then handed me $50 for a spanking. Now, I didn't get paid much - if at all - for my shows, and that was a huge amount of money to me at the time. So I said, sure, pulled his pants down as he leaned on the stage, and spanked the hell out of him. No finesse, no buildup, just a pure spanking. He thanked me, pulled up his pants, and ran out. While I was a little unsure of what had just happened, I was happy.

Lots of other folks witnessed the event - and I developed a reputation. And a purrvert was born.

So RIP Man Ray - with your sticky basement dressing room (which I always felt so honored to be one of those cool enough to use), your mostly non-working ladies room, your front rooms for when the smoke got to be too much, your stage which no one ever kicked me off of, your crowded dance floor, your crazy denizens of whom I was always inordinately fond, Don, Terry, Ruby, Cusraque, Laura, Diana, Bianca, Barb, Mimi, and everyone who ever let me in for free (especially when my name was on the poster for the nights entertainment) and everyone else I ever danced with or played with there...

LULU SENDS HER LOVE













(the downstairs dressing room before a show)

Rise from the ashes my dear friend,

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Lovin the Lamb

Humiliation is a specialty of mine. It's not something that I ever set out to cultivate, nor necessarily wanted to be one of the tricks up my (leather) sleeve. But it would be hopeless to deny my purrticular affinity for it, how naturally I fall into the role of mental tease.

Humiliation is wonderfully effective because it can seem so benign - being asked to purrform an act or task that only seems embarrassing until one is fully aroused and willing to do pretty much anything can be a no-brainer. It's not as heavy as degredation, or torturous and heavy-handed, humiliation always retains it's mocking tone. Whether this is done in public (about which I have definite reservations - but that's a posting of its own) or in the privacy of a dungeon, it just works.

I've always said that SM is 95% mental and 5% physical. Without the brain going along with the game, SM is generally unsatisfying. You have to be willing to go with the flow, get into your role. You can have the hottest woman in the world in your dream outfit, beating you exactly the way you like, but if your brain isn't engaged, it's not a true - nor completely fulfilling - experience. And if you don't already have a predeliction toward BDSM....

So this session was all about humiliation with a purrsonal slave of mine at the time. He would come over to clean the dungeon (rather poorly, I might add, but don't they all?), get dressed in his PVC french maid outfit and heels, then do some scrubbing and vacuuming. Occasionally I would feel the need to punish him for his poor skills, and this day was one of those days.

I sent him to my crossdressers closet to find a slutty outfit and wig. He was then told that because he was such a pig, I was going to find him a playmate to keep him out of my hair... and then I produced my Lovin' Lamb.

For those of you who haven't seen a Lovin' Lamb, they are generally sold at adult and party stores as a "novelty" - it is a blowup plastic sheep with an accomodating opening under its tail. Why have a blowup doll when you can enjoy all of the fun and frivolity of watching someone fuck an inflatable sheep?

I blew up the lamb as he laid on the floor, blindfolded, in his slutty dress, ratty wig, and heels. Then I told him that I wanted to watch him fuck the lamb. He had to make barnyard noises as he was doing so, and I wanted to see him be creative about positions. He rolled onto his back and moved the lamb up and down, tried to fuck it in a spooning-type position, but the real piece de resistance was when he was begging to be allowed to come (don't forget that he was screaming out barnyard mating calls by now) while on top of the Lovin Lamb and fucking it.

After a good, hearty laugh on my part I gave him purrmission to cum and he must have lost his focus -- he started to pound on the lamb, forgetting that his sex partner was made of plastic...

POP!

It was hilarious... he was still trying to reach orgasm with a now completely deflated white plastic sheep. Watching his hairy ass fall down onto the floor was priceless. I really couldn't stop laughing, and didn't even notice when it was all over. Just that the frantic movement of the white plastic and the wild bleeting stopped.

A good thing that a new Lovin Lamb is easy to find and relatively inexpensive (not to mention that it's the type of BDSM implement that I'd much rather replace than clean.... unless a slave specifically asked to take it home with them, into the trash the lamb would go after one real use)...

The Simple Life, indeed.

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

Artful Trampling

I learn something new every day as a Domina. Whenever I ever started to think that I knew it all, had seen it all, that nothing could surprise or shock me, I was inevitably proven wrong. Luckily, I generally kept my mouth shut - I've never purrported to be an absolute expert on anything - so I never looked like an idiot.

I learned a lot about trampling (as I've done with most fetishes and predilictions) from my slaves. Especially about which areas are the most sensitive, which respond to direct hits, which can take more of the poking kind of pain that only high heels can inflict, and of course, just how much blood is acceptable during an intense high-heel trampling session.

This purrticular session pictured was interesting, however, in that it involved much whole foot walking on his abdomen. Some slight jumping, much "kneading" of the toes (like a cat does - lets just say that this was not a new thing for me to learn about), and digging deep into the abdominal cavity with the feet. I actually always enjoyed barefoot trampling because I could be more in control - occasionally when wearing heels one might bobble, or indeed fall or put more pressure than intended on any given area - so barefoot was preferable for more "control" (there's that word again....).

It began with some high heel worship (the sky-blue patent leather heels with the see-though 6" skyscraper heels shown on the floor in the picture), then my slave was allowed to remove my shoes and gently massage my feet in preparation. He then applied my favorite foot lotion, and used his reflexology skills to deeply massage my feet and toes so that they were at their most flexible.

Then he laid down and the trampling began - the mood of the session was light as I walked up and down his body, no taunting just teasing, and practiced my "dismount" (I quite like to jump on and off of slaves like a gymnast and give myself points for how creatively I can do so). Lots of digging with my toes and prolonged pressure with my feet and full body weight. He was allowed to keep his eyes open the entire time, and as a trampling aficionado, completely enjoyed the experience, feeling each of my toes separate (they are quite flexible) and some lovely toe imprints left on his abdomen when it was over...

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