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This blog post is dedicated in no small part to Mistress Mara Mayhem. I have learned much from various “Legends of Professional Domination” but I also keep my mind open for advice from those who are not on everyone’s radar. Mistress Mara is a breath of fresh air when it comes to new acquaintances made. Some women I regret ever having met. Not she! One of the aspects of our friendship I am most grateful for is her advice on touring In The World As We Know it.

Back in the “good ole days,” one could announce a trip on a Femdom Forum and your website. The polite inquiries would happen almost immediately and sessions would be booked well in advance of departure. Sadly, those days are basically over. The only men who seem to be able to abide by any type of planning are those in the AARP set. There is nothing wrong with that, but it’s a comment on the state on “younger clientele.” They simply can’t or won’t plan. Thus, what to do? In my case, I listened to someone who has a different perspective on touring.

Mistress Mara has been invaluable not only for destination advice, but also how to wade through the mire of new and often-times last minute applicants. I have to admit I was a wee bit skeptical when she recommended Detroit as a destination. I will admit that it’s quite easy to pay attention to the fear-mongering that the media spews out regarding certain cities in the US: Oakland, Chicago, formerly NYC, etc. Well, I have worked in all of those destinations and never felt unsafe, so Detroit must not be all that bad either, right? Right! Detroit completely exceeded my expectations as a Femdom Destination.

Suffice it to say, both Mistress Mara and I were appreciated in the Motor City. I enjoy traveling with her as we are complimentary to each other. She is a red head and I am a brunette. Hair color matters immensely in this line of work. If you don’t believe me, then just ask “the only blonde Mistress” in any given city how well she is doing and you will have your answer. Mistress Mara and I also share, shall we say, some rather unique interests that shall remain unpublicized. This makes the hours in between torturing slaves fascinating and entertaining. No, get your mind out of the gutter. We weren’t having “hot lesbian pillow fights” in the hotel room. We are far more cerebral than that ,my dear reader.

One of my longest-serving clients also made the trip outstanding. We have been meeting each other all over the country since 2000. Detroit was our latest adventure. He was full of advice of where to dine and what to do. We had amazing seats at Comerica Park

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Great seats for the game!

 for a Tiger’s game and then shared a meal at a world-class steakhouse.

The trip went so well, that I plan on returning with Mistress Mara Mayhem in November. Yes, I plan travel out that far. The dates are set and I will be spending time in not only downtown Detroit, but the suburb of Troy for a few days. The Troy portion of the trip already has interest so I wouldn’t delay on introducing yourself.

I wasn’t home for long before I had to pack my bags again for another trip. This time it was to our nation’s capital: Washington, D.C. Again, I heeded the advice of Mistress Mara Mayhem for this journey as well. I was able to maintain an open mind profit from the result.

Traditionally Washington, D.C. has been a trip of double sessions with Mistress Tyler. Despite my love of working with her, the timing doesn’t always work out for those who want to see us together. Some brave souls WERE able to book us and I had an amazing time tormenting them. There are only a handful of Pro Dommes around the world that I share a professional chemistry with. Mistress Tyler is one of these women (Mistress Mara is the latest addition to these ranks). It’s never a competition when we have a slave to share. It’s truly a complimentary situation that only benefits the male creature under our finger tips. We were able to demonstrate this experience to “lita.”

I’m writing specifically about this session as it filled a void that had been in my BDSM brain since the Sunday before my trip was due to depart. My beloved transformation client (talk about the last of a dying breed), had to cancel our session together. We are only able to meet twice a year or so at this point. This cancelation simply couldn’t be helped, but I was saddened that I was going to miss out on the opportunity to watch his “inner slut” blossom and manifest in front of me. It’s not like there was going to be another transformation on my plate right around the corner…or was there?

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lita transformed

I credit Mistress Tyler for coming up with the idea of what to do with lita. To be honest, I was shocked and amazed at the result of applying cosmetics to her eyes and lingerie to her form. The transformation I had been missing, happened before my eyes! In honor of discretion of all parties involved, I’m including a small snippet of the result. I hope to meet lita again on a future trip. She certainly exceeded my expectations!

Sadly, there were MANY eager supplicants who missed out on my DC trip. They either contacted me too early or too late. I will be returning in March 2018 with Mistress Mara. We plan on staying in a hotel suite that will accommodate our kinky tastes and allow us to welcome those who have missed out in the past.

What’s in store for VQ now? I am home for the duration of the summer. If you are local to the SF Bay Area and interested in seeing me, I recommend you contact me asap. The next 90s are going to pass quickly and my regulars have missed me.  For those interested in future destinations, I will be in Chicago in September, London for the Femdom Ball in October, New York after London, Detroit in November, and then Antwerp in December.

In the meantime, I will be in my garden…

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Beauty in the garden.

My upcoming visit to Antwerp in April will be tinged with sadness. I have known of “the news” since December 2016, but I kept my word to not discuss it until now. It was then that Mistress Shane informed me that she would be moving from Antwerp back to New York City. Her time in Europe was coming to an end.

I know that many of my readers don’t know of how I first came to travel to Antwerp in the first place. Why there? Why not any other city in Europe? How did my bi-annual trip come about? It seems like now is an appropriate time to share the story.

The year is 2007. I was attempting to promote my DVD business by attending various shows that featured a BDSM theme. Domcon LA and Fetishcon in Florida were two of my destinations. I had heard of the market in Europe but had no idea how to break into it with my Femdom content. I came up with an idea to bring my DVDs to the Venus Fair and entice distributors in person. I purchased my airfare, made my hotel reservation, and crafted my plans to visit Germany to ply my wares.

Unfortunately, this business that I’m in doesn’t breed the best of alliances. People who claim to be friends (for years) often turn on you when their selfish desires get the best of them. That’s what happened with my plans to attend Venus Fair. I’m giving the Reader’s Digest version of the events that transpired. I’ve told the cautionary tale of whom to trust to those who know me personally. Needless to say, I had to cancel my trip after it became apparent that my so-called friend wouldn’t be an ally during the Fair. It just didn’t seem wise to make the journey if the ONE person I was going to know was turning his back on me. I canceled my airfare and hotel reservation, but that wasn’t the end of the story. I had six months to use my ticket credit. Now what? Who did I know in Europe?

I’m usually a fairly risk-adverse person. It’s just my nature. I over-research EVERYTHING and generally don’t do crazy things in my life. I have no idea what got into me, but I decided to take a big chance. I knew of ONE PERSON in Europe. How about  I visit an almost total stranger in a strange country to work? I would travel alone. I wouldn’t know anyone locally. What could possibly go wrong? This was even riskier considering what had recently happened with my so-called friend of many years. What if my host turned out to be a “great friend” like he was and stab me in the back? How did I even know her?

I had met Mistress Shane back in 2006 at the Black and Blue Ball in NYC. I remember her being SUPER nice. She wasn’t the usual bitchy standoffish woman who I have encountered many times at BDSM events. To this day, there are countless Pro Dommes who simply stand and stare at everyone passing by them. They couldn’t be bothered with a simple, “hello”. Not Mistress Shane. She not only exchanged pleasantries, but she invited me to come stay with her and work in Antwerp. It was this brief meeting that I decided to base my trip on. Sure enough, when I emailed her about visiting, she welcomed the prospect and made the experience as seamless as possible.

Nine years later and I have more regulars in Antwerp than I do in the SF Bay Area. Mistress Shane not only turned out to be a great host, but she also became a great friend. We have gone through a lot over almost a decade of visits. We have shared the stories of our lives and torments. We have bounced ideas off of each other. We have bitched and moaned, and laughed and cried. Thanks to Mistress Shane, I am comfortable traveling solo to Europe without batting an eye. I am not only a better Dominatrix thanks to her, but I am a better person.

I will admit that I was sad in a very selfish way when Mistress Shane told me of her impending move. All I could think of was, “Where will I work? Will I be able to return to Antwerp?” I wanted to be happy for her, but it was difficult. My friend was leaving! Ever the consummate professional, she had already researched my next host after she broke the news.  I felt bad for being so self-centered. She was clearly thinking of how to help me out. We used my last visit in December to plan out my next trip and discuss her future in NYC.

Thus, I will continue to travel to Antwerp twice a year. During my next visit, April 8 – 12, I will be hosted by Mistress Morticia. She has a wonderful studio just outside of Antwerp. I am looking forward to seeing my regulars and new clients. These regulars are almost all thanks to the generosity of Mistress Shane sharing her faithful devotees with me in double sessions over the years. I’m also looking forward to visiting Mistress Shane in my favorite city in the future: New York.

Thanks Mistress Shane for helping to create  the European Chapter of my Dominatrix Career. I couldn’t have done it without you!

 

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Vinyl Queen and Mistress Simone out to dinner in Chicago.

I should have updated after I returned from Chicago in September. I should have updated when I returned from New York in October. Now it’s November and I find myself at the Dulles airport with hours to kill. It’s a perfect time to update regarding my recent travels.

Fall kicked off with me visiting Chicago for my second visit ever. I had made a weekend stop back in 2008, but this trip was to be longer and for more than just one client. I had the good fortune of being treated to the services of a chauffeur and kinky ambassador or sorts. I get MANY offers such as this when I travel, but I usually turn them down. It wouldn’t be within my best interests to allow a man I had never met to fetch me from the airport. This person was referenced by a Domme friend, and she vouched for his reliability. I was thankful to not have to schlep my bags onto the train. I don’t MIND it, but after a red-eye, nothing sounds better than being driven somewhere.

I had a fabulous time working with Mistress Simone. It’s always a honor to meet someone who paved the way for other Dommes. I remember seeing her ad in Bitches With Whips before I made the decision to turn pro. She looked so cool and intimidating. If you had told me then that I would some day be working at her studio in Chicago, I never would have believed you. I also had the good fortune of participating in a double session with her. I never know if I’m going to have synergy with another Domme. You can get along perfectly well outside of the dungeon, but not be on the same page with a sub at your feet. We worked very well together and I enjoyed using her facilities immensely.

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Nothing is sacred when I visit an art museum.

It felt like Chicago had been waiting a very long time for my visit. All of the clients who came to see me had a history. They knew of my videos and were totally familiar with my work. One gentleman claimed to have been a fan since he was 25! Others gifted me generously before the trip, and one ardent supporter came all the way from Iowa. Needless to say, I will be returning in 2017.

Chicago wasn’t all work though. Mistress Simone was nice enough to take me out and show me sites that I hadn’t visited during my previous trip. We spent the afternoon at the Art Institute. I was delighted that she had my inner 12-yr old’s sense of humor. Despite serious backgrounds in art, there were lots of giggles when we strolled by the painting to the right. I guess “dick pics” aren’t just a function of the digital age?

My trip ended with a lovely steak dinner. We had worked up quite an appetite walking around earlier in the day. It was delightful to relax and enjoy an outstanding meal with a like-minded Domina.

Onto NYC…

Chicago was great, but NOTHING compares to my favorite city in the world: New York. I will remind my dear readers that I was raised by a native of New York City, and the attitude is very much alive in me. I think that is why I feel so at home whenever I return. I no longer have to deal with the blasted “laid-back” behavior from California. People walk with purpose and MOVE. It also helps that I get to stay with my best friend from childhood whenever I visit.

I find that the Eastern Seaboard clientele appreciate me in a manner befitting of my station. My long nails, fully-fashioned stockings, and leather attire are treasured and valued. I find there to be many more fetishists in New York. I also find the BDSM to be more intense than in the SF Bay Area. With that said, I always enjoy my time at The Parthenon. Mistress Ariana is another Old School Domme who has been around longer than I have. This trip we decided to get out of the dungeon and spend some social time together. We shared a lovely lunch on my first day in The Big Apple. I enjoy Ariana’s company because she is someone who isn’t too “caught up” in this business. She has a very healthy perspective on life. We share many of the same concerns and interest inside and outside the dungeon. It’s also an hoot to sit around the studio in between sessions and hold court with the younger Dommes who utilize the space. Mistress Ariana has taught them well and they all show the proper amount of deference to those who came before them. For her perspective on my visit, check out what she wrote in Her Blog.

I had encountered Mistress Ariana’s slave black pearl in the past, but this was the first time I was able to hang out with him at the studio. He possesses one of the most valuable traits a slave can have: a good sense of humor. The laughs kept coming as Mistress Ariana would intermittently torture and torment him. Yes, I find that type of thing funny folks. I like it when I see men being used for a Lady’s amusement.

NYC wasn’t all work and no play. I had a wonderful time going out and about with a client during the Saturday of my trip. We enjoy walking around Manhattan and taking in new sites every time we meet. We always cap off my visit with drinks and then dinner. We were finally able to get a reservation at Peter Luger in Brooklyn. It was definitely worth the wait.

Last, but not least: Washington, D.C…

Our Nation’s Capital is just filled to the brim with kinky goodness! I’m never disappointed when I visit. I am fortunate to be able to work with Mistress Tyler while I am in town. Some of the clients who used to see me WAY back when, at the beginning of the century, are her local regulars. Imagine that! It turns out that some of these men only made one or two trips to San Francisco on business, and never returned. Now they see me when I am in DC and everyone is happy. I share a great synergy with Tyler as well. I am truly fortunate to have Domme friends like her in the cities that I visit.

I know that there are some who are frustrated I do not advertise solo availability when I am in Washington, D.C. This is due to the lack of a rental dungeon in the area where I stay (Northwest, D.C.). I also travel on the cheap these days and no longer book hotel rooms. I lodge exclusively in “vacation rental” properties. These locations are usually studio apartments with a lot of sound transfer. They are NOT ideal for BDSM. However, there are exceptions to every rule. Thus, if you would like to see me solo during a future trip to Washington, D.C., here are your instructions:

  1. If you are interested in a fetish focused session, you have the best chance of seeing me. Foot worship and trampling are ideal for small locations such as where I stay. You will need to convince me that you are a safe and sane player before I will welcome you as a new client. References and deposits are mandatory for making me feel comfortable with seeing you solo.
  2. If you are interested in a solo BDSM session, you MUST contact me well in advance of a future trip (like NOW–I’m serious). I plan my visits to D.C very far out. If there is a credible requests for a solo BDSM session, I will procure a hotel room to see you. A larger deposit will be mandatory to insure that I’m covered due to a last minute cancellation. We will also need to negotiate regarding what types of equipment I bring with me to insure your session goals can be achieved.

If you wait until I arrive, the chances of seeing me are slim to none. It’s as simple as that.

So where am I headed to next? I will be in New Orleans for Domcon NOLA Nov. 17 – 20. That will be your last chance to see me outside of California before I head to Antwerp in Dec. Catch me if you can!

VQ

As Spring is upon us, my travel schedule is well under way and it’s time to update on where I’ve been and where I’m off to. For those who have very short attention spans, my next trip will be to Irene Boss’ Compound in Pittsburgh, March 17 – 20.

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Burt Reynolds being interviewed at Barrett Jackson, 2016.

January found me in Scottsdale again for the Barrett Jackson Auto Auction. I make a yearly pilgrimage to this event with a long-time client. We are both big auto aficionados. We plan the trip around dining, tourist attractions, and of course The Show. If you serve me consistently throughout the years, this is the reward you are granted: traveling with me for multiple consecutive days. I have to be comfortable around you and know that you won’t act-out in public. I also need to know that you won’t drive me nuts. There has to be somewhat of a personality mesh. Traveling can be stressful, even when the goal is to have fun. I have zero-tolerance for complaining. It’s nice to know that I can walk for hours with a client and he will maintain a consistent demeanor.

A highlight of our trip was happening upon Burt Reynolds as he entered the building. I was able to snap a couple of images as he was being interviewed next to the Bandit car. I was a huge Smokey and The Bandit fan as a kid, and this fulfilled a lifelong dream to see not only one of the vehicles affiliated with the movie, but also Burt Reynolds! He doesn’t move as quickly as he used to, but he certainly hasn’t lost any of his wit and charm.

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Tony Llama boots and a sterling silver buckle for Dress Like A Texan Day.

I made it to Houston in February once again. I visit Mistress Precious for business and pleasure. We work together tormenting our slaves and then have a great time afterward. She is the consummate host. We have new adventures whenever I visit. Our first session involved a repeat customer who wanted to recreate the activity in one of my videos. He was a real sport and brought in a custom CBT board that he hand-crafted at home. He also came armed with six fish hooks that he had ground smooth and polished so they could enter and exit his flesh easily. The idea was we were going to impale his scrotum with each hook and then tie them down to the board. Our lucky slave quickly realized that the folks who appear in BDSM videos are usually a breed apart. They can take A LOT more than the average person, pain-wise. Also, he had brought in a much larger hooks than was used in my video. This added a lot more pain and suffering to the equation. He was a real champ, and we were able to thoroughly pierce him with more needles after the impaling. Unfortunately, I can’t add any images from the session. They were definitely NSFW!!

I was lucky enough to visit Houston during the commencement of the Houston Rodeo activities. I love rodeos. I wasn’t able to stay in Houston long enough to attend any of the events, but I was able to strut about on Dress Like A Texan Day. I brought my old belt buckle and Tony LLama boots to fit in. Of course there were also some other very “Texan” activities to do such as eat delicious BBQ and TexMex food.

I’m looking forward to my next set of travels in March, April and May: Pittsburgh, Washington, D.C., Belgium and Domcon LA. If you’re interested in seeing me at any of these destinations, I recommend contacting me early. My regulars contact me quite early and some trips are already at least 50% booked up!

I recently returned from my last working trip of 2015. It’s always a pleasure to head to Antwerp. I’ve been visiting twice a year since 2008, and I have quite a few clients who see me each time I return. This is due in no small part to the tireless efforts of Mistress Shane. I used to exclusively do double sessions with her during my first stays, but now many of those clients will see me solo. She also finds me clients for us to dominate together each visit. It’s convenient that we share the same tastes in activities so I can be assured of compatibility with each new slave I encounter.

Some people return home for the holidays–I go to Antwerp. This might sound silly, but the people I encounter in the studio are like an extended family to me. Some of them have been seeing me professional since 2004. A few have visited me in the United States or other countries in the EU. Since Europe isn’t as riddled with sexual guilt as our Puritan Nation, my clients there have a different relationship with me. They share more about their lives and it’s not “weird” to them. In turn, I know that my discussions with them won’t be peppered all over social media if we should have a falling out. Speaking of social media, one client didn’t seem to know who KK was! How nice that the evil influence of that family hasn’t spread everywhere.

Another big difference between, at least Antwerp itself, and San Francisco is the lack of obsession with screens. It’s like returning to a different time walking around that city. People aren’t compulsively staring down at their phones, or checking their iPads while they eat. I got strange looks when I had to check a map on my device while strolling around. It’s also nice to not see every single child looking at a device while they are out with their parents.

Belgium isn’t perfect by any stretch, but Antwerp is a nice location to visit during the holidays. The Christmas markets, the Cathedral bathed in holiday light,2015-12-12 23.57.46 and a lack of tacky Christmas installations (inflatable yard figures disgust me) make traveling there in December good for the soul. Of course it doesn’t hurt that I’m immersed in kink for the duration of my stay. Most people attend vanilla holiday parties. I was able to visit the Femdomania Party during my stay. Mistress Shane and Mistress Morticia host an amazing  evening of Female Domination at The Fetish Cafe. A lucky slave from Paris attended the party with me. He was by my side as we witnessed male slaves serving their Dominas and prospective slaves vying for the attention of the Ladies in attendance. I was fortunate to have a fellow American to chat with. Domina M graced the event with her presence and we caught up after not having talked in many years. She shared with me that her new home base will be in Paris. How exciting! My worldly travels pale in comparison to where this lady has visited. I made sure to pick her brain and ask her all the questions I have about various locales. I’m delighted that she was more than happy to share tales of her adventures.

I missed seeing the lovely Mademoiselle de S at Femdomia, but at least I was able to share a double session with her at Mistress Shane’s. She is a true Lifestyle Domina that I met through a former client. She has participated in some of the videos I have shot while in Belgium. We are kindred spirits and I love to hear her order her slave about in french. For those who are aware of her, she IS available for double sessions with me when I visit Antwerp. I highly recommend serving a true Lifestyle European Domina. It’s an experience unlike any other.

While I enjoyed my visit immensely, I’m happy to be back in the US. I couldn’t live anywhere else. My travels only assert that the SF Bay Area is my home and probably always will be. There is a reason why everyone wants to live there!

Happy Holidays,

VQ

 

 

While I would love to update the world on my recent trip to Antwerp, I’m no fool. I know that my words will be drowned out by the drum beat of Star Wars fans populating the internet with reviews, images, etc. Thus, I’ll share a personal story from an experience about a decade ago.

I had a trip planned to New York that was to coincide with one of the “new” Star Wars movies. I don’t remember the title or the year, and frankly those details aren’t important. This was in the days before Uber and Airtrain from JFK to the subway. The economical option was a shuttle service to take me to my hotel after my flight arrived. For those who don’t know, I am one of those people who suffer from motion-sickness. I know how to mediate it, but one of the hallmarks of this malaise is yelling “shotgun” every time one gets into a multi-passenger vehicle. This doesn’t work in public places, but instead I do my utmost to sit upfront to see out the windshield. This is how I ended up directly behind the driver when I got into the van.

For those who have never had the unpleasant experience of suffering along in a hotel shuttle to Manhattan, the van starts its drop offs at one end of the island and makes its way up VERY SLOWLY. If you are staying anywhere near Midtown, it’s going to be some time before you’re out. Get ready for a long and jerky ride from hotel to hotel. You will also find yourself alone with the driver eventually. This is what happened in my situation.

As we approached Midtown, traffic came to a crawl. The driver was doing his best to take the least congested route. We ended up on a one way side street that happened to be near a theater where one of the new Star Wars movies was to premier soon. I’m a fan but I’m not a super nerd. I chuckled as we saw the various people dressed up and camping out in tents along the side of the building. I shook my head as we crept along, then eventually stopped. “WHAT NOW?” I thought as my patience was coming to an end. My journey seemed like it was never going to end.

Traffic was halted and there didn’t appear to be any reason. The light ahead was green, so what was the hold up? As I peered from behind the driver, I saw two storm troopers approaching either side of the van. It seemed like they were making up their own traffic control.GREAT. I had NO desire to be drawn into any more fan nonsense than I had already seen. Now I was getting irritated. Yes, it’s a common theme in my life.

The driver was getting frustrated as well and he wanted to figure out what was going on. He rolled down his window (remember doing that?), and looked at the approaching centurions. He started to ask them why they weren’t letting traffic through.

Now sometimes I come with a quick retort that is completely appropriate for the situation at hand. This was one of those moments. I leaned in behind the driver’s head and sternly said to the storm troopers,

“These are not the droids you’re looking for.”

The men in costume looked at each other and waved us on.There was a collective sigh of relief in the van. A few minutes later I was able to FINALLY reach my destination. Needless to say, the driver was grateful for my intervention.

And THAT is my Star Wars story folks! We will return to our regularly scheduled program of Femdom Discussion in our next episode…

VQ

 

2015-11-13 20.30.56I visited Washington, D.C in November. It almost felt like New York, Part 2, as I followed up with a client I had seen with Mistress Amiko. This particular gentleman had visited me in San Francisco many years ago. We reconnected via a double session and he was kind enough to offer himself up if I needed any help while in D.C. Do you know how long I have been waiting for a chauffeur during my travels? The only time it has ever happened was with the wonderful Albert in Amsterdam. Sadly, I’m not going to entrust myself and my luggage to any random guy who offers me a ride. Thus, I have held out for someone who is trustworthy and reliable. Enter Trainee still.

I usually take the Red Eye as I prefer not to waste an entire day in the air. This means I land at an ungodly early hour and usually have time to burn before I can check in. Trainee still provided a seamless experience of airport pick up, a place to nap, as well as an outstanding lunch! I arrived at my Washington, D.C. Air Bnb location rested and content. I couldn’t have asked for better service!

The rest of the week went by in a flash. My schedule was fully-booked with doubles with Mistress Tyler. Oddly enough, two of the men we saw together had visited me during the same time period as Trainee still–1999-2001. I thoroughly enjoyed reconnecting with these folks, even though I’ll admit my memory was a bit weak remembering them. I regret that I don’t have every single client I’ve ever seen seared into my brain. Mistress Tyler and I were treated to an amazing meal at Le Diplomat with one of these gentleman. I have never done a “double Domme” dinner like that before. I highly recommend it. How often do you get to dine out with TWO beautiful women with the wit and savvy to match?

My trip would have been outstanding if I had made my way to Washington, D.C. alone, but I had the good fortune of meeting up with my friend and partner in crime NicoNicolette. She is not a Pro Domme but she is a wonderful compliment to what I offer in session. We obviously have different limit structures so this adds to the possibilities when we meet up. The doubles we have done together have been truly out of this world, as at least one lucky client can attest to! We stayed in my Air Bnb together and generally networked and shared as only two sex workers can do. Friday night we had our one evening together. We went The Hamilton for our Girls Night Out. I wanted to show NicoNicolette this amazing location. Needless to say, a good time was had by all. We walked by The White House on the way back. It was cold and windy, but always a proud moment to see the home of the POTUS within site.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to introduce Trainee still to NicoNicollette. She had to return on a much earlier flight than mine. I was treated to another amazing experience when he came to fetch me later that morning. He took me to Trummer’s on Main for a breakfast that will go down in the record books. It was honestly the best one I’ve ever had. He really went out of his way to show me sites that he found special and unique. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience to bookend my trip. Thank you to Mistress Amiko for the training you have done. It really shows with him!

I’m back home now for a few weeks and then I’m off to Belgium. Stay tuned!

 

 

Autumn Travels

October and November saw me visiting the Eastern Seaboard. I was in New York City and then Washington, D.C. respectively. I enjoy my travels to this part of the country because I feel totally at home there. As I love to tell people, my mother was from New York City so I was raised with “that attitude.” I might have grown up in California, but I don’t have the same laid back mindset. If anything, that drives me nuts. I am direct, to the point, and I speak my mind whether you like it or not. I have the good fortune of my best friend living in Brooklyn. Thus, I have a welcoming place to stay when I am working in New York.

This trip, I made sure to explore parts of New York City that I haven’t been to before. My best friend and I traveled to The Bronx to visit my mother’s childhood home. I don’t know much about The Bronx other than the way it’s portrayed in the media. Understanding that Oakland gets a bad rap too, I figured that The Bronx would be equally as diverse with its neighborhoods. I wasn’t disappointed.

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My best friend is quite resourceful and we ended up finding the exact address where my mother lived when she was growing up. It made sense as to why California eventually became depressing to her. She didn’t enjoy the “golden hills” in the summer and she longed for green all the time. That is one thing I don’t mind about the SF Bay Area. I enjoy the landscape and its microclimates.

We HAD to visit “the REAL Little Italy” of Arthur Avenue while were in the general area. I have to say, I was disappointed with the meal I had. So much for authentic Italian food. We both agreed that the food was subpar compared to where we usually dine in our respective areas. I guess we had the misfortune of picking an establishment that wasn’t that great–despite good reviews. Keep in mind that my best friend is of Italian extraction and lived in Italy for a period of time. She’s a good judge of Italian food. I just know what I like and this wasn’t it.

The other touristy experience of my trip was my journey to One World Trade Center. I went with a long-time client who books me for an entire day whenever I am in New York City. Each trip we explore some place new together. This time we went to the top of the tower and checked out the 360 degree view. It was impressive to say the least!

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Yes, I took this photo :).

Of course there were amazing sessions to be had, but I’ve already touched on those via Twitter and the like. If you’d like visuals and information about what went on at the NYC Rubber Studio, check out my Twitter feed.

In Part 2, I will discuss the Washington, D.C. segment of my travels…

 

I recently visited Irene Boss at her Pittsburgh location: The Compound. I admit I had a lot of trepidation before embarking on my journey. I had met Ms. Boss at varying points in my career, but I had never spent all that much time with her. I knew she had built a vast business empire, but what would it be like to work with her in person? Nerves ensued as my departure came to fruition.

I don’t want this post to be a maudlin love-fest. No one believes those anyhow. What I CAN say is that Irene Boss puts the P in Professional Dominatrix. She is a rare gem leftover from the Golden Age of Professional Domination. If you THINK you have a good business model as a Pro Domme, it most likely pails in comparison to Irene Boss. I am no stranger to this line of work and know how to do it successfully, but I felt like a kid with a lemonade stand compared to what I witnessed during my stay. It was exciting and humbling to recognize that I still had a long way to go in my career. Ms. Boss enabled me to think outside the box on a number of situations specific to being a Dominatrix. It’s not that I’m doing anything wrong, but there can be another approach on how to handle the curve-balls we encounter from time to time.

I think every business person needs this type of experience at certain points in their career. Unfortunately it’s more difficult to arrange in essentially a grey market area where it can be tough to ascertain authenticity. Yes, there is a convention we can attend to tap into the peer knowledge base, but been there, done that. Most professions have continuing education/certification programs but we Pro Dommes have to often make it up as we go along. Visiting irene Boss was exactly what I needed. It’s not like we sat down and she gave me a mini-class. I was simply able to observe her in action, which is often the only thing a skilled crafts-person needs to soak in knowledge.

Not only is Irene Boss talented but she is also the real deal. She isn’t someone who plays the part of being a Dominant Woman and then reverts to a shrinking violet after a session is over. I didn’t need to experience a fake “voice” that she would coo to her clients (VOM!). Her energy is genuine and a force to be reckoned with. What you see is what you get. I can’t say how often I’ve encountered “so-called Dominant Women” in the Scene, only to find out they simply put on a good act in front of their clients.

I am returning to San Francisco invigorated with a fresh perspective on what I bring to my work and how to do it better. Thank you Irene Boss for allowing me to experience your magnificent world. You have constructed a universe that needs to be experienced at least once in a lifetime.

VQ

In anticipation of a major site redesign on my part, there will no longer be “room” for slave stories.  My current site is bloated and outdated. In an effort to make it current, certain pages will need to be pruned. I feel that these accounts need to have a home SOMEWHERE, though. What better place than my blog? The first in a series of posts of slaves who have seen me in the past:

My trip to New Orleans in 2000

Could this be real? After all my planning and preparation was My Queen really coming up the gangway? Yes, yes, there she was walking right towards me smiling from ear to ear! I wanted to drop to my knees and kiss her feet with joy, but instead she hugged me tight, let me take her carry-on and off we went to get her luggage, me hanging on her every word as she told me about her trip. She is so beautiful and her voice is so sexy, I almost ran into a door just walking down the corridor listening to her.

I so wanted everything to be perfect for her first visit to New Orleans. Since we’re famous for Mardi Gras I had a nice string of beads for her, then surprised her with a white stretch limo complete with champagne (California, of course) and cold drinks. My truck would just not have been appropriate for My Queen. She was gracious enough to allow me to remove her shoes and kiss and massage her feet during our trip to the French Quarter. It felt so natural to sit on the floor worshiping her feet and listening to her talk. She had some questions about the weekend ahead and I excitedly told her about all I had planned. The idea was for her to see as many New Orleans highlights as comfortably possible, enjoy the best of the local cuisine, be totally pampered and get her hands (paddles, crops, etc.) on my ass. Flexible arrangements had been made for all of her meals and I gave her my suggestions with much excitement. She was genuinely pleased and that was reward enough for me.

It would not do for her to stand in the check-in line so I had already taken care of that and prepared the suite. Of course a regular room would not be fitting for My Queen so I had requested the most private suite available. It was perfect, top floor, end of the hall, large sitting room and all the amenities of a first class hotel. I had completed the arrangements with a dozen red roses, French vanilla candles, an assortment of cold drinks and several new outfits. She was pleased with the accommodations and extras and that was what I wanted to hear. Knowing that she would be a little tired from the trip I excused myself, leaving her to rest and get ready for a walking tour of the French Quarter with me as her guide.

At the appointed time I knocked softly on the door and noticed that I was shaking with excitement. She let me in, told me to strip, lay out the lingerie that I had with me and wait for her in the sitting room. You see this was not going to be a regular walking tour, oh no. I had learned long ago that everything I do with the Vinyl Queen is exciting. She had me put on a matching set of bra, garter belt, stockings and thong panty. Then she watched with an amused look on her face as I, following her instructions, bent over and inserted a remote control vibrating egg into my butt. She let me wear regular slacks and a Polo shirt, but no socks with my loafers. She tested the remote and off we went.

It was so exciting to be seen with her and be around her. I love to watch the looks on guys (and girls) faces when they see her coming. They try not to stare, but usually are not very successful. Little whiffs of her perfume, her beautiful smile, her sexy body and her astute and amusing observations made for a wonderful time together in the Quarter. She got the biggest kick out of waiting until I was in the middle of describing a landmark then turning on the egg. As soon as it started buzzing I would go blank and I stammer and stutter trying to complete my thought. She would laugh and say, “Go on, tell me the rest!” or “What were you saying, again?” One of my goals is to provide amusement for her and she was definitely amused.

We returned to the hotel and had a most enjoyable time just sitting and talking. One of the things that I love the most about being with My Queen is her capacity to make the most of every situation and this was no exception. Whether I’m in her dungeon, restrained with my ass on fire or just sitting quietly and listening to her, it is always exciting. It was with much reluctance, but satisfaction that we returned to her suite so that I could change and head home.

My sleep was fitful that night dreaming of spending a large part of Saturday with My Queen. I arrived at the appointed time to find her well rested and in a wickedly playful mood. She was stunning as always in her catsuit and boots and had me in lingerie kneeling at her feet in no time. She added rope to my outfit this time and it always excites me how much more restrained I feel with rope wrapped and knotted artfully around my body and pulled tight between my legs. She had allowed me to bring nail polish remover, cotton pads and pick the color to go back on her toenails. I showed her my choices and she was pleased. Before letting me begin she cuffed my hands, just to make it more interesting. What a thrill to sit at her feet and work carefully on those gorgeous toes!

During our first visit, in San Francisco, My Queen wanted to give me a real taste of corporal punishment. Unfortunately due to a lack of sound proofing in the room I was staying in she was unable to really cut loose on me. It was a wonderful time and perfect for the beginning of a long-term Mistress/sub relationship, but she was itching to really redden my ass, and that was to happen in New Orleans. She was very picky about where and how to position me, left the shackles on and began to educate me on the instruments of pain that she had with her. She would explain the construction and best use of each one before attacking my butt with it. She would go slowly and methodically, then fast and furious, always keeping me guessing. It was the most intense paddling that I had ever received up to that point. It hurt so bad, but was so mentally cleansing. She is a true artist in several respects, including corporal punishment. It is amazing to me how much mentally stronger and more confident I am after each time she works me over.

During the afternoon she changed into several other fabulous outfits and we played some other games for her amusement. She posed me for pictures and laughed at me when my sore butt would hit the carpet. She taught me how to lace and unlace her boots and gave me one of the greatest privileges I can ever have, by letting me give her a body massage.

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Yes Ma’am with The Vinyl Queen in New Orleans, 2001.

When it came time for me to leave I was sad, but so very satisfied. We hugged and said goodbye and I must confess I had tears in my eyes when I hit the down button for the elevator. They were tears of joy that the weekend had worked out so wonderfully and tears of sadness that it was ending. She had once again opened new, exciting doors for me and I knew that no matter how much I did for her in return, it would be inadequate. She let me know that she was pleased with my efforts, appreciated my attention to detail and was enjoying her weekend. Music to my ears!

The Vinyl Queen is truly a unique mix of beauty, intelligence, imagination, artistic ability, mind reader, tease, tormentor and confidant, in a graceful and exciting, killer package! She is My Queen and for that I am so very thankful.