I had a great combo session with client/photographer, which means he paid for playing and taking photos for his time with me.

He loves and requested latex and rubber.  He likes the “sound” of it as he takes his big fleshy hands over it and then spanks me bottom.  This is the first time I have had a client talk about his fetish in terms of sound.  That was interesting.

Also, the 10 Minute Trainer workouts I have been doing are working.  I felt amazingly sexy fitting into my rubber catsuit and latex play suit, with corsets and all of it sliding on easy.  Proud of my flat tummy, strong core and meaner thighs.  This program is working for me.  YAY!

clients pick up the “Chris Parker” leather strap first when it is laid out with an assortment of paddles, crops, floggers, finger whip.

Which means I start my session begging for something “nicer” to begin with…..

or not.

😉

I love my life.

In Washington DC and about to pack when a good return client I normally see in Chicago called.  Yes, I would see him.

I love feeling the connection, I love the opportunity to serve.  Truly, to open myself up to serve my clients, to make a difference in their lives and return them to their life more satisfied, it is glorious.

So, we play, commands, obedience, spanking….he asks me what shall we do next?

“Have to ever done a zipper?”

No, he hasn’t.    I pick up the ready threaded with cotton string clothespins and explain, handing him the string to hold while I attach the 12 clothespins to the underside of my breasts.  I ask him to please be committed when he pulls.

There is this wonderful moment in time, I am standing looking in his eyes and he is looking back and smiles and then he takes his pull.

Instant pain, but I never leave his eyes, I give it all back to him, though I am not loud, I can express and give my emotions without screaming, we are in a hotel room and it is 11 PM.

The look in his eyes, as he receives my communication, he allows it in and he is fulfilled.

I don’t know how long he held me in a hug.  To give him this experience is priceless.

I love my life.

There is only a few days in my schedule to unpack Sin in the City, Leather and Leis, wash my clothes, pack for my 4 week trip back east, be ready for Saturday’s Animal Role Play Fest of a Social – Play Date – Photo Shoot and I still squeeze in work.

I took his word that he had bought special candles made for wax play that were low temperature.  I’m blindfolded and bound to a chair.

OMG  these drips are freakin’, frilling hot.  Stingy.  OMG.

I am squirming and yelling “Hot, hot, hot!”

You can never tell with people.  If it was Master Entropy and I squirmed and yelled “Hot” he might laugh at me and tell that isn’t a safe word or tell me I had this situation right.  Such is my life serving sadists.

This normal, demure man:  “Yes, take it, take my pain!”  He is dancing with delight all around me in my imagination.  I can only hear his footsteps, feel the motion of movement and the wax dripping from different origins.

Well, at least he had played the video of the Domina torturing her captive with hot wax, dripping it on her with delight in her eyes, the captive crying out and squirming that had thrilled him for me.

My mind races.  wondering how long this will go on, can I make it?

The candles are a finite amount of play.  Still I swear to myself I will supply my own candles next time.

And then it ends.  and he is happy and when I peel off the wax, my skin isn’t even red.

What a baby I am in my own mind.  =P