Katja Minx

Still Reading?

2005-11-03T16:33:00.000-08:00

It looks as though Blogger may be in the process of eliminating all "adult" sites from it's system.

While I'm not sure if my blogs will fall under this broad umbrella, I'm going to stick to posting in one place for awhile, so come on down and visit me here:

http://sadomasokitten.blogspot.com/

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

My Birthday is rapidly approaching...

2005-10-28T12:51:00.000-07:00

On October 31st - And I don't have any firm plans yet!

Some birthday beatings - from me to my purrsonal slaves - are of course in order. But other than that, I'm just not sure this year...

For the last few years my birthdays have been relatively quiet. I had been ill so that's understandable. And I can always cover any feelings of not wanting to celebrate with Halloween cheer (one of the benefits of being born on a major holiday). Dressing up happens no matter what. Ideas? If you were me (and don't you just wish that was true....) what would you do?

WWKMD

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Interview with the... Baby Jesus?

2005-10-24T11:55:00.000-07:00

How odd is this? Some people "find God" and I can kind of see it, and then there are others who seem so far in the opposite direction that you think it would never happen.

Anne Rice has announced that she has now found God and will only be writing books for the Lord now. Could this be promotion for her newest book that is coming out now? Or the other two that she promised would follow it? Sure (she said with hope draining quickly out of her voice). But it seems kind of serious.

I mention her because she's a really incredible writer - I'm more of a fan of the Vampire novels than her erotic/bdsm-lite stuff - Her next book is "Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt," a novel about the 7-year-old Jesus, narrated by Christ himself.

Scarier than vampires....

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Important Petition - The PETS Act

2005-10-21T10:39:00.000-07:00

This is a really important petition for everyone to sign...

Tell Congress - while they might be actually thinking about coming up with plans for dealing with natural disasters - to not forget about including provisions for not abandoning pets in disasters!!!

The PETS Act will require federal evacuation plans to protect pets, and it's a good plan for us all - even if you don't like animals it's good for your karma.

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

The Feline Tarot

2005-10-19T12:40:00.000-07:00

I'm actually quite a good reader of tarot cards, having spent a considerable portion of my life until this point entranced by the occult. I'm a bit rusty at not having done readings on a regular basis for awhile, but it's kind of like riding a bicycle...

The purrticular day that these pictures were taken was the day I shot the BDSM video, the Bondage of Miss Fortune. I was all inspired by the idea of destiny, and being at the mercy of the cards.

Lots of rope was used that day, all of the action that you see onscreen quite real - it was her very first video, although she had been a purrsonal slave of mine for some time.

Maybe I should get back to the cards soon....

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

And the Boots Came Back...

2005-10-18T11:54:00.000-07:00

Just sold another pair of fetish boots - the ones pictured above. Quite nice really, in that they were very stable (chunky heels, big platforms), but essentially a little on the cheap "stripper" side. They were indeed nice for some thudding kinds of trampling, not to mention that with 7" heels they made me quite considerably tall.

So adieu, my dear boots.

In other boot news, my very first ever pair of fetish boots seem to refuse to leave. I have now sold them 3 times to 3 different boot fetishists and each and every time the monies arrive but without anywhere to ship them. Very odd to happen once, much less three times now. And no complaints or angry emails from the gentlemen who purrchased them. Maybe they're all the same purrson... not that this would be odd, I have had quite the assortment of "admirers" over the years, and been stalked several times, enough to be cautious.

They are quite trashed to be sure - I've owned them for many, many years. I purrchased them from the Magic Shoe Company in England way back when I had to send pound notes through the mail (no internet!) and just hope that they would arrive safely. Then pay a hefty duty as customs could never contain themselves and always ripped open my fetish purrchases. They're thigh high boots, 5" heels and 1" platforms, pointy, black real patent leather, inside zips. Large rips at the back ankle area on both boots from serious wear - those boots have travelled all over the world with me until they were literally hanging on for dear life! Very well-seasoned to be sure.

So if you want a shot at being lucky buyer #4, contact me at: sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Being Afraid of BDSM

2005-10-10T10:43:00.000-07:00

I am constantly amazed at how incredibly afraid everyone in the USA is about BDSM. Those of us who are involved in the scene don't think anything of it, that it's all consensual and therefore ok. Unfortunately with the current regime, this will protect no one. There is no such thing as a legally-condoned consensual beating...

If you're not involved in the adult website business, you may or may not know about the 2257 laws. And how the government is now prosecuting businesses it deems "obscene". Yes kittens, BDSM sites are among their biggest targets, because even the "straight" porn world thinks that we S&M practitioners are filthy and vile (well, at least long enough to cover their own asses).

So many folks are moving their websites offshore, which only partially deals with the problem. If you or your company are still located here in the US you potentially still have a very real problem, and may have someone knocking on your door late at night. Max Hardcore was recently raided. The operator of NowThatsFuckedUp was arrested. Even an online story site, Red Rose Stories, was shut down by the FBI.

Shouldn't they be searching for terrorists, by the way?

They're even talking about how to kill porn in church now on Porn Sunday, to rid their parishners of evil pornographic thoughts.

Sites, practitioners, and the like - both large and small - are getting out before the witch hunt really starts. I may not like every kind of porn out there but I will fight for it's right to exist (exceptions - kiddie porn and bestiality). Even some larger websites are shutting their doors.

Just because we're BDSM doesn't mean we're not porn. Lets all get that straight. My shoving a dildo up someone's ass is exactly the same (in fact, it's even worse) as being all airbrushed and giving someone a blowjob. We are all in the sex industry and need to all stand together and help each other when we can. This is going to get really, really ugly...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Medieval Cleavage

2005-10-07T12:02:00.000-07:00

Amongst my many talents, I also make chainmail. Yes that kind of chainmail, the stuff that knights wore. The stuff that goth kids salivate over. For both men and women.

Over the years I did sell some pieces, but mainly smaller things like collars and bracelets. It's an incredibly labor-intensive process, each ring is attached one a time to it's neighbors in intricate patterns. At the beginning I was even making my own rings from galvanized steel wire I would buy at Home Depot (there it is - Pervert Paradise again), and built myself a little contraption that would allow me to wind the wire around it into long coils, then I cut the wire with a fine hacksaw to create nice, even rings. That was a huge pain in the ass, but there were no other sources for already made rings (except jewelry supply companies, and their rings were neither large enough nor nice enough for what I was making).

Then I found a door hinge supplier that was willing to make rings for me and sell them to me by the bag. Stainless steel rings, really nicely made, would arrive in these huge, heavy parcels and I would spent many hours creating pieces, researching patterns, and trying to create things that only my imagination had seen. Everyone who saw me in these pieces was impressed - the medieval/renaissance/SCA people, the fetish folks, the goth kids. Any everyone wanted a piece for themselves (especially my headpieces) - the only problem being that my pieces are so intricate that it takes a huge amount of time to create each one, therefore making each piece wildly expensive to create. Rings aren't cheap, and then to spend several weeks with two pliers in hand, bending rings and keeping track of patterns. So there was definitely a limited pool of people who could afford to commission work from me...

So most of what I created I made in my own size... so I could wear it! I still make some pieces now and then, and stand pliers at the ready should a substantial commission come my way...

Katja Minx

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

The birthday countdown has started - only 24 days left until my birthday!

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Dreaming of Bondage

2005-10-06T15:48:00.000-07:00

To say that this kitty is fascinated by rope is a gigantic understatement -- ever since I first picked up a pile of Home Depot clothesline I've been conjuring up different ways to tie up willing (and occasionally not-so-willing) slaves.

I have had many, many bondage dreams over the years but they always always always focus on the technical: I dream about actual methods of binding, which are the best ways to constrict or allow access to certain areas of the body, what works and what doesn't, and how to do it. Thousands of feet of rope glide through my fingers in my dreams, and every time that I've woken up and remembered what I did in my dream I've found that it worked like a charm. Even if it was just an idea or an inspurration about how to tie someone, it works incredibly well.

The pictures here illustrate one such dream. This was taken a few years ago in my dungeon in downtown LA. The slave was one of my favorite boys for quite awhile while he was available to pose for me... his very first experience ever in BDSM was when he showed up for a session with me and wound up posing for bondage photos for hours.

I like both precarious positions as well as more stable ones, it just depends on what I'm trying to achieve. This one would fall under the banner of precarious - and was made more so by the fact that I was in a slightly evil mood, and felt that tickling his feet while he tried so hard to stay in the position was a good thing to do.

What can I say... taking advantage of tied-up men is something I'm always up for...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

A Girl and Her Tools

2005-10-05T14:54:00.000-07:00

I'm a huge collector of exotic paraphernalia... without a dungeon in which to store all of my evil items beautifully, they mostly sit in boxes these days, meticulously categorized (thanks to one of my ex-purrsonal slaves who had a knack for mind-numbing tedious work that I never could bring myself to do), awaiting their next victim.

I tried to do a little survey once to total up what all of my accoutrements were worth - and it startled me. I had to stop. Much of the collection were gifts from loyal slaves and admirers around the world, as well as many custom-made pieces concocted from various materials and based on a series of wicked dreams that I was having several years ago (I'm sure I'll expound on this topic again in the near future, knowing me...).

The whips in purrticular are the big-ticket items. All handmade, many ordered directly from their artisans, most tailored to my throwing style and specifics. Floggers, whips, cats, bullwhips, and other specialty pieces. They're also my purrsonal favorites, as I'm quite accurate with my whips. They excite me the most. They allow me to either vent my anger or slowly allow my wishes to be purrformed, depending on how and when I use them. They really do have their own purrsonalities - and good days and bad days.

One of my favorite whipmakers was Alan of Snake Pit Leather Works - I understand that he is no longer creating whips under that moniker (although the company still exists) - he was a very cool guy, really into the scene as well as being a first-rate whipmaker. I also really love the pieces that I have from DeTails Toys...

In looking through them I am struck that I never really invested in a longer bullwhip - most of my collection are 4-6 feet, much more practical for closeup, indoor "target" work (your ass being the target, naturally). The only one I had that was longer was a 10' cowhide whip -- more for the wicked crack it had and the commanding presence I made when I held it than for actual whipping. And I sold that awhile ago, as it was no longer giving me pleasure to have it.

It's always dangerous to get me talking about bullwhipping - it's one of my favorite things...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

My Wicked Catwoman Fetish

2005-10-04T16:29:00.000-07:00

I've been going through a few CDs of my photos recently and was struck by this purrticular photo... I think it really expresses a lot of the emotion that I try to convey when I'm dressed up in my Catwoman regalia... full catsuit, boots, ears, cat mask, my cat head belt and my full set of silver claws - not the ugly ones that are sold in so many fetish shops which cover the entire fingers and are more like pokers than claws - but a full set of 10 sterling silver claw rings that I purrchased to fit over my leather gloves. Add my black bullwhip and what do you get -- Purrfection!

Catwoman is a fetish I've had since I was a little kitten myself - I remember distinctly watching the original Batman series and thinking she was the most amazing looking woman I've ever seen. I'm speaking of course of the great Julie Newmar, but Eartha Kitt worked for me as well. There are photos of me dressed up as a black cat as a child for Halloween - yes, that may have been one of the easier costumes for my parents to throw together for me, but I prefer to think that purrhaps they knew there was a little something different about me, something that resonated with felines...

Not to mention the boots of course, 9 inch heels with 4 inch platforms, thigh high and all. I have those babies hanging on the outer door of my closet at home so I can admire them without needing a reason to...

And it inspires me to maybe go for it and make another liquid latex-covered catsuit...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

My Pimp Name

2005-10-02T20:54:00.000-07:00

Hi, I'm Ms. Tease... and who are you?

Your Pimp Name Is...

Ms. Tease

What's Your Pimp Name?

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Nylon Fetish: Stockings vs. Pantyhose Round 1

2005-09-30T10:58:00.000-07:00

Stockings or pantyhose, stockings or pantyhose... an eternal dilemma.

While I generally prefer to wear pantyhose (or tights, black ones most likely) I do occasionally get a craving to wear stockings. Not the awful hold-ups or thigh-highs, I don't think I've ever seen anyone that they look good on.

Part of the allure of the stockings is all of the accoutrements that go along with wearing them - a nice garter belt or suspenders attached to some other garment - as well as the actual stockings themselves. I love seamed stockings and always maintain a stockpile of them in different colors and configurations - I equally love both the classics, black seamed stockings with black seams, and the unusual, nude stockings with colored seams. I always keep some black stockings with red cuban heels and seams around for occasions as well.

Fishnets are a firm favorite, as these pictures will attest to. These were an unusual vintage pair of white fishnets with a blue-ish cast. I added the rosettes on myself. A real favorite, and one that I wore many many times until they were unwearable and purrchased by a hosiery slave for his own enjoyment.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

On Fire...

2005-09-29T20:42:00.000-07:00

Seems like there are an awful lot of natural disasters around lately... first the tsunami, then hurricanes, then tornadoes, now here in Los Angeles we have wildfires. As I was driving into work this morning I saw a huge mushroom cloud not far in the distance in porn valley - it was a plume of smoke taking up almost the entire sky, slowly and ominously coming toward me.

As I left at the end of the day my car was covered in what intially looked like snow - impossible in LA at most any time of the year but especially now as we're going through an unseasonable heatwave with the awful Santa Ana winds - but one whiff of the clogged air confirmed must be ashes.

Luckily I am nowhere near the fires and in no danger, but my thoughts go out to those who are in it's path - personally and professionally - get your animals and your important papers and get out!

The smell of things burning turns my nose - be it physical structures or physical body parts. I have many times in my illustrious career felt the need to singe off body hair from a tightly-restrained slave. Bringing a flame or a candle close to their bodies so that they can feel the heat, sometimes see the flame, knowing that soon it may touch their naked skin or their exposed hair...

Tapered candles are the weapon of choice here, and lessons are to be learned...

In playing games where the slave learns to trust, I slowly push his limits and his boundaries. The threat is almost always greater than the actual sensation, even when physical damage is done or pain is intense. First the slave is gagged, both to prevent his screaming and to taunt him - I will not hear his words clearly and may use this against him. After a lengthy session of rope slithering around his body, stitching him in a standing position by every part of his body to my bondage platform, I smile, walk away, and turn out the lights. With a great flourish, I light one long white taper.

As I approach I can see his eyes - they are on fire too - as his heart rate quickens and his extremities begin to twitch. He may remember a time in the past where I merely allowed the hot wax to drip along his nipples and how that burned but then felt so warm and comforting as the wax cooled and pulled his skin taut. But this time there is to be no predictability, we are playing on a sharper edge now, and my first strokes of the candle slowly singe the hair around his nipples. We can both hear the sound of the hair popping as it burns, partially along its length before extinguishing itself. The slave can feel the heat and desperately tries to beg for this to stop as he can never be sure that the flames will self-extinguish before reaching his skin. And of course he knows where my mind will take my hands next...

He has been bad. He did not remember what he was told last time.

He had been told to trim his pubic hair as I found the forest he had growing there revolting. As a sign of respect, I had asked that it be trimmed neatly before he stepped into my chambers again. As I look down I notice that he has not done so. I remind him of this fact as I pass the candle from hand to hand, and knowing slaves as I do, I realize that this may be something I have to do myself so that he learns - really learns - not to take my requests for granted in the future.

Now he is begging, straining against the ropes, as I look at him and smile, my face illuminated by the single candle. I laugh and press the candle to the first patch of fur with my eyes glued to his.

"You see what happens to slaves who don't remember simple things?", I say.

He is desperately afraid of being burned now, so he freezes as still as a stone. I can hear him whining and feel his body shaking with each pass of the candle. Sizzle... stop. Sizzle... stop. Sizzle... stop. Over and over I burn off small patches of the offending hair as his pupils dilate and he sweats uncontrollably.

I step back occasionally to admire my handiwork, and to see which areas still require my special depilation. When I am satisfied I grab him by the face and blow the candle out inches from him. He is forced to inhale the trail of smoke emanating from my now dead candle.

A quick untie and then he is told to lie on the floor in front of my full-length mirror, legs up in the air. I stand over him and hold his ankles up so that he can see himself - where the hair has been removed - and ask him if he will remember this next time what I've asked....

He lays there stunned for some time. Mission accomplished.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Hurricane Minx

2005-09-22T16:02:00.000-07:00

So here we go again - another hurricane about to ravage the Gulf Coast. My most sincere thoughts go to everyone down there, be safe!

I did a session once during a hurricane, and it was quite intense. The session itself was quite banal - "a little of everything", "not too heavy", "oh, lets just try some things". Yeah, yeah, yeah. Snoozarama. I was working at one of the commercial dungeons in NYC, with multiple theme rooms at the time. I almost cancelled the session because of the approaching storm, but as I had rent to pay within a few days, I decided to go through with it.

I never cancelled sessions - ever - without a good reason. And the reasons weren't just good on my own purrsonal scale, they were always unsurmountable. I've always felt that even when my clientele weren't behaving in a professional manner that was no excuse for any laziness on my own part. I've been stood up literally hundreds of times - standing around in the dungeon in full gear, specific whips and dungeon toys out, cleaned, and arranged, music playing and candles burning - waiting for a client to show who not only did not show but never called.

Their loss.

So during the session in the storm, the wind and rain were incredibly heavy - nothing like our current hurricanes, more of a heavy thunderstorm or Noreaster - and it's banging on the windows of the dungeon was rhythmic... I could feel the clouds passing as the rain and wind changed direction, as the rain poured and retreated. I was intrigued by this.

My client was annoyed. Even with the music turned up loudly he never got into subspace - not that I think this was something he was capable of, or even aware of, he was really one of the many bread-and-butter clients that I've seen where I knew the session would be unsatisfying for me but I had bills to pay - and was complaining.

After almost an hours' worth of half-hearted attempts at giving him some semblance of a real BDSM session, I too was annoyed. I assumed that he wanted to masturbate but he beat me to the punch and committed the "client cardinal sin" - he asked for a handjob.

Never, ever going to happen. Most clients and slaves are smart enough never to ask - you can fantasize all you want, but believe me when I say that I will make your life incredibly miserable in ways that you will never forget if you ask for sexual favors. And I wasn't in the mood to brush it aside because I had enjoyed the session myself - he annoyed the daylights out of me - so I told him to get dressed and that we'd "go into another room". He got excited at the prospect of what he thought was going to be his happy ending and followed me like a puppy dog.

I led him down the hallway and into the elevator (we were located on one floor of a non-descript office building). I pressed the button for the main floor and quickly stepped out as the doors closed.

I could see him exit on our surveillance camera at the main floor, expecting something special. Oh he got something special all right - our elevator was controlled by us on our floor and could not be accessed without our permission. He was jumping up and down, hitting his head against the wall, which was hilarious - he had a huge hard-on and his jeans were unbuttoned and now he was basically in public (viewable from the street in the lobby of our building!)...

I watched him for a few minutes and laughed until my stomach hurt. The other ladies that were working with me that day got a great laugh out of him as well. He tried valiantly to contain his erection without anyone else seeing, and took his humiliation and embarrassment out on the hapless elevator buttons.

Ask and ye shall receive...

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

Wet Heat vs. Dry Heat vs. Wicked Heat

2005-09-20T08:53:00.000-07:00

I'm a wet heat girl - I far prefer the temptation of the steam room to the torture of the sauna. I had a great oppurrtunity awhile ago to recharge my batteries in a desert spa, which was lovely, but no steam room, just a sauna. So what did I do? Put on my fluffy high heeled mules, wrapped myself in a towel, laid back and did my darndest to relax.

For me that's torture - being inside a sauna for any length of time.

For some of my past clientele, becoming acquainted with heat took on a darker, more sinister turn...

A blow dryer seems quite innocuous. We use them every single day to dry our hair, our bodies, other assorted things in the bathroom, and whatnot. Not a tool of punishment per se, not something purrchased in the back room of a dark, S&M shop.

Still very effective when used on someone's tightly-tied balls. Especially when they're tightly hooded and can only hear the sound as muffled.

A client showed up at my door wanting to explore alternative sensory overload - he'd actually not explored nearly all that I thought he would have (for someone so eager to find "alternatives"), but he was curious enough to catch my interest. I stripped him naked and affixed him to my bondage table with thick, padded leather cuffs and left the room, ostensibly to procure more equipment. I could hear him wriggling at this point, possibly doubting his choice of Mistress.

I returned and the very first thing I did was throw a pitcher full of ice water in his face and then emptied it's contents all over his body. He screamed as he was unable to move out of it's way, pulled spread-eagled on my table. He was wide awake now, freezing cold, unable to get warm. I ran through a series of nipple torments and genital torture, all the while reinforcing the fact that he was freezing cold. I could feel him shiver - not from my touch - but from the constant dripping of water from his body, the way it would dry to cool off his skin. He was wildly uncomfortable and yet aroused - he had no idea of what could possibly come next - just as I'd planned.

When you're cold, you want to get warm. Simple. When you're too warm, you want to cool down. Also simple.

I aked him which hand he used to masturbation with? The right? Allrighty-then.
So I unhooked his left hand and told him to masturbate for me. And he wasn't allowed to stop until he could "finish", and then beg for purrmission, naturally.

As he began, another pitcher of water struck him dead in the face. Me, of course. I wasn't going to make this easy. Plus there were still other sensory buttons to push - especially the hot one now that he was freezing cold and wet. So I pulled out my blowdryer, and turned it on full blast onto his balls. Watching him jump and maneuver whenever a spot got a little too hot was priceless (don't forget, he was still tied down by three points). Quickly it was time - time to beg purrmission to cum - as the blowdryer got hotter and his skin got colder.

"Beg", I said, "Beg for purrmission to cum"...

He began to beg, water flying everywhere, his hand moving so fast on his cock.

Purrmission granted - with another bucket of water to the face.

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

The birthday countdown has started - only 41 days left until my birthday!
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Mistress Birthday Countdown

2005-09-19T12:46:00.000-07:00

I've decided that I'm going to put in my daily running countdown to my birthday... fun for me, exciting for you as you watch the days count down.

It should be simple to remember - being Halloween and all (especially Americans, here)...

Check out my Amazon Wish List for ideas... just freshly updated!

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

42 days and counting!

My Assless PVC Chaps

2005-09-16T14:41:00.000-07:00

No real reason for this post other than that I found this older photo of myself wearing PVC assless chaps...

Not the kind of thing I'd be wearing on a regular basis (except when I'm riding a motorcycle - and even then, there is another layer between my ass and the leather...), so it's an unusual pic that I'm not sure if I've displayed before.

That and I'm holding an old bullwhip - one that I only used for intimidation purposes as it's crack was spectacular -- it was way too heavy and unwieldly (cowhide) to be used for the fine target work I'm known for (ass = target), but made a great statement piece.

But it made a damn fine crack...

Pun intended - the circle is complete.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Extreme Restraints

2005-09-15T11:07:00.000-07:00

Here's a great company that has some of the most unique fetish and BDSM equipment out there:

Extreme Restraints

I'm a big fan, and a happy previous shopper (maybe for the future....) Visit 'em today for all of your kinky purrchases!

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

Honey that's not a whip mark...

2005-09-14T12:01:00.000-07:00

Just how do you explain the markings left behind from a BDSM session with a professional Domina? Everyone seems to have a way. I've heard from many slaves over the years, the clever ways they allow their tortured asses, assholes, genitalia, nipples, feet, oh you name it to heal while they come up with some excuse to tell their loved ones. Wearing long shorts to a pool party to conceal a whip-marked ass. Telling the wife that they slipped and fell and must have hit the side of their desk at work. Accidents of some sort tend to be popular...

One of the things I've always asked new clientele is if they can be "marked" - meaning, what sort of marks both do you enjoy, and want to carry away with you? Some marks quickly fade, others are more enduring (and endearing). A lot of this generally depends upon if the client is involved with someone - wife, girlfriend, regular service to another Mistress.

After years of playing, I have very good control over any marks left. I'm quite accurate with all of my whips and toys - as I'm sure you know, not everyone is. It cannot be left to the client to determine how much pain equals how many marks... just because you want it harder doesn't mean that I'm going to pull out my harshest whip if you cannot be marked, or need something that fades quickly!

Imagine this - a new slave appears at my door. When asked during a phone interview, he indicated an interest in heavy caning, to go along with a schoolteacher scenario. I make sure to have my schoolteacher outfit and pumps with me that day, and test a few canes to be sure that they haven't begun to splinter. When he arrives and we sit down to discuss the session, he mentions casually that he cannot be marked in any way - that his wife will find out he does this sort of thing. Lets see, heavy caning (which inherently leaves marks, and not the quickly-fading kind) and no marks. You're kidding me, right?

Then he mentions that Mistress so-and-so did that for him and always does. I counter with, so why aren't you seeing Mistress so-and-so anymore? He blabbers something about them no longer being compatible. I automatically think that he probably hasn't ever even been caned - it's either a fantasy that he's held for ages or that he's seen an inexperienced rent-a-Domina who hit him with something that wasn't even a cane (most likely a flogger, they all seem to at least have one of those...).

If he'd experienced a real heavy caning from me he'd know it - and have the marks to prove it - as well as feeling the incredible heat that would radiate off of his bright-red ass as the session progressed. Depending on his skin type, there might also be a few trickles of blood. I would have him pull down his pants to admit to some transgression, start with a bit of schoolboy humiliation and a good, sound over-the-knee spanking warmup before we got on to the serious caning (based on what he had expressed to me before we met).

In the end I called him a naughty schoolboy, spanked him a few times, and he was so overexcited that he just came. Apologized, practically jumped into his clothes, and ran out the door.

Not the heavy pain slut I'd been expecting, but hey, it's a living...

Katja Minx
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When the Lights go out

2005-09-13T10:51:00.000-07:00

Where were you when the lights went out?

Here in Los Angeles, we experienced a massive power outage yesterday, knocking out my electricity and even my cell phone for many hours (I've never, ever seen the message Network Failure before). It's quite depressing to not know what is going on, or when it will return to normal. I did have some lovely scented candles in my office, so at the very least things smelled nice... and I tried to do some paperwork by candlelight.

Not very effective, I'm afraid.

Something that is effective by candlelight however is S&M. We naturally gravitate toward the dark when exploring the world of BDSM, and candlelight is purrticularly mood-inducing. I had one very memorable session while working at one of the commercial dungeons here in Los Angeles...

I was in a large, private dungeon room with a client who had been writing to me for some time. His fantasies were of intense rope bondage, sensory manipulation, and mindfuck. Right up my alley, I knew the 2 hours scheduled would fly by.
First he was laying down on the bondage table, and I was encircling him in a web of rope. The lights were low, the music dark and moody. I had just finished his torso and was standing over him on top of the table, preparing my next proclamation...

And the lights went out.
There was a loud sound, as though someone had dropped something very heavy. The electricity was out allright, so I tried to keep my slave calm and stepped out of the now totally dark room. The other ladies of the House were standing around, also wondering what had happened. There was only one other session going on at the time - a harsh schoolmistress and tardy student scenario - and they had stepped outside to see what was going on. We could not reach the power company, and our location meant that it was not easy to see if the power outage was limited to our building or to the entire area.

I thought for a moment - this can either be very bad or very good. I grabbed some candles from my locker and returned to the room.

Slowly I lit all of the candles I had, placing them around the room. Speaking in hushed tones, I asked my slave if he was ready to continue. Transfixed by the candles flickering he mumbled "Yes", so I continued building my web around him.

A short aside here is this -- have you ever tried to do intricate rope bondage in almost complete darkness? You think that's difficult, the real treat is untying the slave, but I get ahead of myself...

Now fully entangled in rope, he was powerless to move from his prone position on the bondage table. And now his sense of sight was mostly gone, limited to shadows and faint light flickering in mirrors. There was no music now, my words were the soundtrack. I continued to manipulate his mind with low-spoken thoughts of inescapable bondage, and his body with the tips of my fingernails which cut like knives into his warm, sensitive skin. With no air circulating through the dungeon, the air was moist, heavy, and filled with anticipation.

As he remained in this state I began to untie him. Clumsily indeed, as I could barely see my fingers untying the knots and unravelling the balanced ropes. When he was free I asked him to roll slowly toward me, I had been thinking of what would be the ultimate use of this unfortunate power situation for some time...

I carried him as he slumped over toward the center of the room. There was a suspension swing, which I guided his legs into. After I strapped him in, I brought the candles over to form a circle around him on the floor, and I looked deeply into his eyes and stepped away. My hands on the winch that would slowly raise him from the ground in a sitting position, he let out a yelp at it's first grinding sounds and realized that he would soon be airborne. Only a few fee off the ground but it was enough - he would truly fly today.

One by one I walked around the circle and blew out each candle. Starting on his right, going clockwise around his suspended body, until I reached the final one right in front of him. I picked up the candle, stared deep into his eyes again, and blew it out.
Total, utter darkness. He began to sob quietly, and I pushed him from behind. He was swinging now, completely unattached to the earth, literally flying mentally and physically.
I walked back into the far corner of the room and slumped into the corner. I have no idea of how long I waited there, entirely mentally spent. When I finally was able to stand, I slowly made my way back toward the center of the room until my hands touched the hard leather of the swing.

My slave was completely asleep. Like a baby. Almost snoring, in fact.

So I stepped back to the dungeon door and opened it, letting in one ray of light. Yes the power was still out, I was informed, and when was I going to finish my session? Soon, I said, I just have to bring him back to earth. I stepped back inside and reached for the winch. At its first jerk, he awoke, and slowly came to a complete stop laying on the ground. I unbuckled the swing and lit a candle. He sat up slowly and shook himself. I reached out to give him a hug - he had just returned from a spectacular journey - and instructed him to take as much time as he needed to get dressed and step outside. He did so rather quickly, and as he left he could barely speak (English was not his first language, but this had more to do with the sensory manipulation than not knowing the words).

What was originally scheduled for 2 hours had gone on for almost 4.
And yes, I did see him again many times, but the power always stayed on...

Katja Minx
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A Real Man

2005-09-08T10:19:00.000-07:00

Sgt. Jason Smith of New Orleans rescues a cat on Calhoun Street http://www.nola.com/newslogs/breakingtp

It's so great to hear at least some good news coming out of the ravaged Gulf Coast, especially where animals are concerned. I purrsonally donated to the Disaster Relief Funds of the Humane Society and ASPCA so they can rescue and care for animals left behind... everyone deserves a chance.

Sgt. Jason Smith - a hearty round of applause for you!

Katja Minx
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Another One Bites the Dust

2005-09-07T10:13:00.000-07:00

I was going through my fetish closet in order to do a little spring cleaning in late summer... especially with Halloween rolling around (and yes, that is my birthday for those who have been following the lessons closely) it's generally a good time to sell a few things on ebay to make way for new, wonderful things.

Much of my fetish gear is quite old - I still have, and fit into, many items that I purrchased or had made for me at the beginning of my illustrious career. That's 15 years ago. So a lot of it is in a bit of disrepair, or has been as lovingly cared for as possible but I've had to admit in the last year or two that fetishwear does have a shelf life.

Latex is especially sad when it degrades because of it's initial expense... it's bad enough when putting it on or taking it off you tear it somehow, but opening the latex bags to find that a treasured piece has either melted together or otherwise departed is heartbreaking. I have a few pieces at the moment that are just hanging in there that I keep repairing, but their days are numbered as well.

Leather on the other hand usually ages just fine - so long as it's clean when it's stored and properly conditioned. And not stored tightly pressed against anything with buckles or zippers... leaving an indentation in the leather just isn't pretty (and usually it's right in front, where it cannot be covered!).

PVC tends to be somewhat durable, except with heavy wear. The shiny coating starts to flake off, first in little pieces at stress-point seams, then peeling off in other areas. Higher quality PVC takes longer for this to happen than the cheap stuff you get at Hot Topic, but it still will crackle with wear.

So begins my story... today I pulled out a Versatile Fashions PVC catsuit - a black full length suit with bust cups that I had made especially for my purrformances with Sleep Chamber and the song Catwoman - and realized that it had gone to that great catsuit heaven in the sky... it was too crackly, too crunchy, and from hanging the seams had begun to pull the pieces apart. Not my favorite catsuit for some time (that was the other suit that went bye-bye - read down to Catsuit in Catwoman Heaven for that tragic tale), but for some odd reason it seems that my catsuits are all showing the greatest stress lately...

I wonder what that means.

Katja Minx
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Suction

2005-09-06T10:33:00.000-07:00

Yet another BDSM use for a non-BDSM implement...

I bought my first cupping set from a run-down store in Chinatown because I'd seen it used at a party at the Hellfire Club in NYC (I was in NYC at the time) and thought it was really cool...

Up until that point I'd always used clothespins and string to create that kind of suction on slaves' nipples and genitalia, but this opened up many new evil possiblities...

Cupping sets (and fire cupping bowls where the heat of the flame causes the suction) are inexpensive, look impressive, and actually therapeutic - it's a form of acupressure that's normally used on points on the back to decrease stress (okay, so I'd be using it to increase your stress, but that's just me...)

The sensation is of warmth and of constriction - and useful on most areas of the body, from the nipples (probably the most popular) to the genitals, or if you really want to be wicked, the inner thighs. A slow release of the cup by lightly twisting back and forth allows the blood to move again freely and adds an additional wave of warmth over the slave.

There is a warning to go along with cupping, however, no matter where it is used on the body - it will leave marks. Remember hickies? There was always one slutty girl in high school who's neck would be covered with 'em - large, bluish or reddish marks that look like bruises. Cupping will leave similar marks, especially when done for longish periods of time. Keep this in mind if a Mistress pulls out a set and starts pumping away on the trigger... that would be tough to explain away...

Katja Minx
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Killer Pinky

2005-09-06T08:03:00.000-07:00

Something that made me laugh...

http://media.ebaumsworld.com/index.php?e=pinky.wmv

We all have these days, don't we? I'm a cat purrson, but even my sweet little critters would freak out if I tried to put them on a leash... although never as badly as this poor guy gets it in the thighs...

Katja Minx

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