Studio Kismet

Still Reading?

2005-11-03T16:34:00.000-08:00

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...

2005-10-28T12:52:00.000-07:00

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?

2005-10-24T11:57:00.000-07:00

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...

2005-10-18T11:52:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-10T10:40:00.000-07:00

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

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

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!

My Amazon gift list

Dreaming of Bondage

2005-10-06T15:19:00.000-07:00

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

A Girl and Her Tools

2005-10-05T14:48:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-04T16:24:00.000-07:00

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
http://www.katja-minx.com

My Pimp Name

2005-10-02T20:47:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-30T10:52:00.000-07:00

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...

2005-09-29T20:41:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-22T16:01:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-20T08:51:00.000-07:00

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!

My Amazon gift list

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

2005-09-16T14:40:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-15T11:05:00.000-07:00

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...

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

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
http://www.katja-minx.com

When the Lights go out

2005-09-13T10:47:00.000-07:00

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
www.katja-minx.com

A Real Man

2005-09-08T10:18:00.000-07:00

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
http://www.katja-minx.com

Another One Bites the Dust

2005-09-07T10:11:00.000-07:00

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
www.katja-minx.com

Suction

2005-09-06T10:31:00.000-07:00

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
www.katja-minx.com

Killer Pinky

2005-09-06T08:02:00.000-07:00

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

http://www.katja-minx.com

Poison

2005-09-02T10:29:00.000-07:00

My very favorite fragrance, the one I dare to wear only in the evenings and while in session because of it's potency... there is something very dark and mysterious about it, from it's deep purple color to the heaviness of the glass bottle...

The name of course is what initially appealed to me - I remember when it first came out, it was a sensation, who would name their women's perfume Poison? Names have always been sweet or sexy, but the word poison does not really fit either of those categories.

From the first time I rubbed the glass stopper on my wrist I was hooked. The smell is like absolutely nothing else, it is a scent that people can pick out immediately - most people know that I'm wearing Poison or are intrigued enough to ask what my scent is. I am far less interested in the new lighter versions (they don't pack the same sensory punch), and only buy the largest bottles I can get my hands on (when you have a signature fragrance, you wear it often).

Scent is one of the senses that remains with us the longest, one that creates a deep impression. It's said that the smell of black licorice and apple pie, oddly enough, are two of the most aphrodesical scents... depends on who you ask, of course. I'm not much of a flowery scented kind of girl (in fact my other favorite fragrance - this one for daytime - is Thierry Mugler's Angel, which has a sharp note of chocolate that makes it difficult for women without strong purrsonalities to wear), and find that this dark oriental suits me purrfectly.

When you're tightly bound in full leather, strapped inside a tight bodybag on the floor, snugly hooded and blindfolded, there are fewer senses that you can trust. Sight is out of the question, hearing is muffled at best, touch is exquisitely gone... but smell, the scent of the Mistress is still there, and it's heightened as your other senses are dulled. You may not be able to hear, see, or sense where I am in the room, but you will know it when your nostrils are filled with the scent of Poison, that I am close by (and generally holding something to torture you with, my dear).

Poison is something that's forbidden, something that you know is bad for you, something that you're not supposed to touch.

That's me in a nutshell.

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

Humane Society Disaster Fund

2005-09-01T16:30:00.000-07:00

Please consider donating to the Humane Society's Disaster Fund:

Katja Minx

http://www.katja-minx.com

Cigarette Holders - A Purrsonal Fetish

2005-09-01T11:23:00.000-07:00

As I've written, I'm not much of a smoker anymore... however, I do find smoking ephemera irresistible. I have a large collection of vintage and new cigarette holders, lighters, cigarette cases, and matchbooks that I love and occasionally pull out.

I do court the elegant side of BDSM - aggressively taking a huge drag on a cigarette isn't really my style - even though what I do with that lit burning ember may not always qualify as "ladylike". Using willing slaves as ashtrays is quite civilized (although I'm not a big fan of forcing them to eat the remaining filter, as some Mistresses do), especially when leaning a lit cigarette around the edge of their mouth, forcing them to remain as still as humanly possible to avoid being burned...

But back to my cigarette holders.

Very few people smoke with them anymore, whether long and dramatic or short and practical. It's a shame, they look quite good, don't you think?

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Berlin Mayor Embraces S&M

2005-08-31T09:32:00.000-07:00

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

Great reading here in English

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Hurricane Katrina

2005-08-31T09:05:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

My Amazon Gift List

2005-08-30T14:27:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Katja Minx

http://www.katja-minx.com

Beauty is Pain

2005-08-30T09:33:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

There is something really priceless about seeing a roomful of hardcore porn webmasters cringe when a singletail meets someone's cock. Especially while said purrson is singing "I Feel Pretty" at the top of his lungs while tied in restrictive bondage and exotic fetish boots. A quick view through Beauty is Pain 2 brought us back to slave wildboots, this time suspended in my leather strap cage and taking a harsh beating both front and back and Meowing!!!

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

Check them out for yourself via AEBN

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

The Mistress' Presence

2005-08-29T10:25:00.000-07:00

Did you miss me?

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

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

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

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

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

Preparing the Slave for Anal Violations

2005-08-24T11:24:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a good little slut you are.

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

Erotic Tickling

2005-08-23T14:34:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those BDSM Endorphins

2005-08-22T11:52:00.000-07:00

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

Endorphins, my friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kitten with a Whip!

2005-08-19T10:49:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

KM: I was basically self-employed.

Interviewer: Ok... doing what?

KM: Providing artistic services.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Interviewer: How about any skills that you have?

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

Interviewer: Great, what websites have you worked on?

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

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

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

Secretary of Domination

2005-08-18T09:43:00.000-07:00

I am the Secretary of Domination in Cyber Yugoslavia:

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

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

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

My Life as a Barbitchuette

2005-08-17T09:18:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

Some rarities...

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

Fetish Ballerina

2005-08-16T10:33:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Glamourpuss

2005-08-15T10:03:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

Traditional, of course, but wickedly effective.

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

Just Who is Mistress Katja Minx?

2005-08-12T10:21:00.001-07:00

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

I am the Tigress.

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

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

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

I also have a wicked Catwoman fetish that I must indulge in on a regular basis, complete with catsuit, mask, bullwhip and claws...

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

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

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

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

So who is Mistress Katja Minx?

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

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

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

KM: Yes, is this Mistress So and So?

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

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

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

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

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

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

So-and-So: Uh....

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

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

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

So-and-So: Ok. (busted)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minx Ballet Boots

2005-08-11T10:44:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Still photographs quite nicely, tho....

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

My Bettie Page Boots

2005-08-09T10:40:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks Bettie.

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

Catsuit in Catwoman Heaven

2005-08-08T09:23:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Well....

Today the suit literally fell to pieces in my hands.

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

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

Black Slaves

2005-08-05T09:08:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Man Ray RIP

2005-08-04T08:43:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LULU SENDS HER LOVE

(the downstairs dressing room just before a show)

Rise from the ashes my dear friend,

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

Lovin the Lamb

2005-08-03T10:40:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

POP!

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

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

The Simple Life, indeed.

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

Artful Trampling

2005-08-02T15:07:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Fetish Archives #5 - Ring of Fire

2005-07-29T12:19:00.000-07:00

These shots are from a long, involved bondage session and shoot...

Lots of rope and wine were utilized (well, the rope by my slave and the wine by me), dark moody music was playing in the background, and I just wanted to do something different... so I pulled the futon away from its frame and moved it down into the bed position. Then I instructed my slave to put on his latex hood, and lay down, spread-eagled. I put on some dark, moody music, dimmed the lights, and got to work.

Doing bondage in the dark is no fun. The ropes get hopelessly tangled, and the result is always less than physically pleasing to me. So I looked around (the overhead flourescent light would have been too harsh) and saw my candles - boxes of them - and got an idea. I found a bag of Ikea tealights (as always, large corporations are always thrilled to get a mention on my bdsm blog... apologies, I absolutely loooove Ikea) and grabbed a box of matches. I lit the entire bag full and placed them - not in the lovely outline you see in the photo - but just around my "work" area. So I could see (well, okay, just see a little). Mystery isn't a bad thing...

I started with a cock and balls tie - to lift and separate - and to keep the mood flowing. Then the web of rope was woven, all while my slave relaxed inside his leather hood. Nothing required, just relax.

It took about an hour to get him fully restricted, then I wanted to photograph my masterpiece. But the low light level proved problematic. I decided to take the candles that had heretofore just been providing low lighting for rigging, and use them as a "Ring of Fire"... I carefully placed each one on the wooden slats around his body, careful that he could feel the heat but would not be burned, and also that no rope was in danger of catching fire (take that, Smokey Bear).

The results were striking, visually and sensorally.

After photos were taken, he was allowed to stay in this position for another 30 minutes. Then it was time to begin untying. Pools of red and black rope spilled from my hands to my feet. Once he was entirely untied I asked him to first sit, then stand (as he had been laying prone and still for so long, the drop in blood pressure can be severe if you go from that position to standing too quickly).

He had been sweating during the bondage. Nothing unusual about that. Except that as his body dried while the untying was taking place, he had become slightly stuck to the wooden surface. And the slats - while not even slightly uncomfortable while he was in his bondage bliss - were now like nails in his back. He could feel the long ends of each deep in his skin. Verrry slowly he sat up and showed me his back, asking what it looked like...

It was lovely indeed. I brought around a mirror so he could admire them as well - and he did. In fact, he insisted on this purrticular pose as a final shot.

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

The Fetish Archives #4 - Corset Training

2005-07-28T16:39:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, I was corset-training. Wearing a corset day in and day out, and a special one overnight.

I loved what the corset did for my figure - to this day, my waist is proportionally smaller than most women - but I really hated wearing the damn thing. Corset training made me really cranky because I am a woman who really likes to move... to dance, to run, to stretch... and those things are quite difficult to do when corsetted. Not to mention eating. I'm pretty sure that my growing thyroid doesn't help matters much, as I'm occasionally out of breath just from the windpipe constriction...

But I was in my early twenties when I first corsetted seriously, and in the earliest stages of my fetish education. There wasn't much around at that time for reference, and certainly less that was "modern" - most references were from either the 50s or the 1900s. I had more patience then...

While I have a great regard for those who take on full-time corset training (or other serious body modifications), it's just not for me. I prefer the painful pleasure of the high-heeled shoe or boot on a regular basis than the constriction of the corset around my waist. I do love to put slaves into this sort of predicament - whether they are feminized or not - even with a rope corset tied tightly around their midsection.

There is indeed little like the feeling when a corset is removed - slowly, deliberately, please! - and the flesh is allowed to expand. The lovely marks on the back from where the lacings were, the imprint of the busk on the abdomen.

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

To the Tips of His Toes

2005-07-27T12:19:00.000-07:00

Some of the most extreme reactions in a dungeon setting don't always occur when harsh pain is being inflicted, outrageous humiliation, nor even in the face of overwhelming degredation.

Try touching someone's toes.

I've known purrfectly relaxed and happy slaves that simply jump out of their skin when their toes are touched - even the slightest breeze caused by my fingers coming close can set some of them off.

So toe bondage is a touchy area (pun, of course, intended). There is first the issue of cramping, which is very real, and can be quite uncomfortable for the bondage-ee, and force an early end to a session as I'm not generally inclined to massage a slaves foot to stop the cramps unless absolutely, positively necessary (i.e., their foot starts to change into strange, unnatural shapes). So usually, untying at this point is the only way to go so they can un-cramp. Grrrrr.

Stretching of the toes is a very unusual concept for many folks. We walk on our feet every second of every day, yet rarely do we stretch the toes. Even if we stretch as part of an exercise program, the little piggies usually get left out and are un-stretched. So pulling apart the toes for placing in bondage, just from a stretch-y standpoint, can be difficult for some slaves.

Then there is the tickle factor. Even un-ticklish folks can be wildly ticklish when that first piece of rope is placed between two toes. Yes, I generally encourage such things, as I know that tickling can be as much of a torture as beating... and after the first few evil giggles of my own I have to grab the foot to keep it still so that the bondage is done properly.

And of course, it really looks pretty...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Barbitchuette

2005-07-26T09:10:00.000-07:00

Yes, I was a Barbitchuette.

What is a Barbitchuette you ask? She is one of an elite group of dancers that purrformed with the band Sleep Chamber. We were notorious in Boston (and beyond) for our wild shows, where the ladies would interact both with each other and the lead singer, John Zewizz.

I remember when I first got involved with them, I had been a fetish purrformer (starting out in the goth scene - of course!) and had been making a name for myself at the Cambridge club, Man Ray (which is going to close on July 31 - I cannot believe it) and caught the eye of Laura Graff, fetish photographer, purrformer, and fellow Barbitchuette. Laura was an amazing person, someone I always loved dearly, but someone clearly on an unmovable, destructive path. She passed away on my birthday several years ago, and I'll always miss her.

Laura had literally grabbed me - she was just starting out as a fetish photographer and needed models. Happy to do it! Then she needed more girls for one of the Sleep Chamber shows... happy to do that too! Soooo many people had warned me to stay away from Sleep Chamber and that group of people - that they were weird, that they did hard drugs, that they were just dangerous - but I've never felt so at home with a group of people ever. Not that there weren't always drugs or other temptations around, there always were, but such a cool, dark group of people being creative.

We literally made almost nothing for every show, because there wasn't much money to be made - the band was small, but add in another 5-10 girls and the payments were tiny. Sometimes they were nothing. Not that it mattered, I did it because I loved doing it - showing off onstage has always been a huge thrill for me, and add in dancing and playing with other sexy women in fetish gear..... fun fun fun!

We did huge shows (The Limelight) and tiny ones (The Middle East), played big clubs and little ones. Toured through Germany and around the US. Our German tour was the beginning of the end, as John's addictions grew. We were shipped all over the country playing sold out gigs in Berlin, Munich, Stuttgart, Hamburg, Augsberg (where they had an amazing fetish festival that I won't soon forget)... We were on German TV, everyone loved us, but we were still living out of the back of a van with no daily stipend (that meant I survived by stealing candies - Haribo - macht kinder froh - from gas stations), and a lead singer who was completely zonked out on methadone. He actually fell asleep onstage in Heidelberg (at the university) which wasn't funny at the time but seems pretty hilarious now.While we were never a huge success financially, John was prolific with putting out CDs on the German label Funfundvierzig.

But like many things, drugs giveth and they taketh away. John fully descended into a heroin addiction that - to my knowledge - still eats him to this day, and nothing creative has been done since.While I could never go back or would never purrform in those conditions again, it was a great, great time in my life that shaped a lot of who I am today. I wouldn't give up my time as a Barbitchuette for anything in the world...

At that time, I was known as Lulu...

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

The Fetish Archives #3 - Tomcat

2005-07-25T09:23:00.000-07:00

My Tomcat.

An exquisite gift from a very dedicated slave (who I have not heard from in ages, it's a pity) quite some time ago. One of my most beautiful items I own, and chosen well (how could I not love something called a tomcat??).

The Tomcat is essentially a singletail - with many tails. It has a handle like a snake whip, very fast and flexible, and instead of just having one long tail with which to inflict damage it has many smaller, tighter, nastier ones. And little knots at the very ends. It is an amazing piece of workmanship - made of red and black kangaroo leather and purrfectly balanced.

It's a toy that takes a bit of getting used to - most of the other Mistresses that I have allowed to handle it have immediately used it more like a flogger. Which works, of course, but does not take advantage of the extended range that this toy provides.

Some dear friends of mine run De Tails Toys and make a similar toy called the Flipcat for those BDSM folks ready to move up from the standard floggers to something really painful and fun. They are fine artisans and cool folks - Skye and I met many years ago when we were both plying our trade at the Nutcracker Suite in NYC, and lucky girl, I dragged her with me through Germany when I was touring as a Barbitchuette with the fetish band, Sleep Chamber. And somehow she still likes me....

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

The Muse

2005-07-22T14:39:00.000-07:00

Several people have written to me recently wanting to share their Katja Minx artworks with me.

Sounds fabulous! I'm looking forward to seeing them...

Feel free to send me either digital files (to sadomasokitten@yahoo.com) or originals (as you wish, address provided by my slave Puss at secrtrix@yahoo.com), I'd love to share them with the world.

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

When Pigs Fly

2005-07-22T09:07:00.000-07:00

Ok, hold onto your vodka (my purrsonal drink of choice when I imbibe) everyone...

It's time for a little Pigsploitation!

Diving Pig To Set Record

Where Pigs Fly

Roadside America

I wish I had a good reason why this stuff fascinates me today - other than that I was looking for porn and somehow stumbled onto this. What did I do before the internet??

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

Corsetted Beauty

2005-07-21T09:36:00.000-07:00

Beauty is Pain 2

2005-07-21T09:33:00.000-07:00

Click Here to watch my video!

I've been using AEBN for years - they've been my streaming video hosts, and have provided a spot where fans who didn't want to purrchase a DVD could still watch my cinematic exploits.

On their newest galleries, one of my titles shows up with free clips:
It's from Beauty is Pain 2, one of my favorite videos because it features some of my very favorite things -- exotic boots and heavy pain! This one is truly a sequel, anyone who has seen the first one will know what I mean (wink wink nudge nudge), and this time my boot slave is taken even further in his painful journey. Leather suspension, very exotic boots and leather gear, spankings, paddlings, cock torture (with cigarettes!), and singletailings...

Check out the clips - they're short but sweet.

Then go watch Beauty is Pain 2 and my other titles on AEBN:
Beauty is Pain
Bondage of Miss Fortune
Beat Me Hard
Katja's Smoke Slave

Makes me really miss making videos... maybe I'll fix that in the near future... any bondage, fetish or torture video companies out there interested in a sassy feline dominatrix?

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

Purrmission to Cum

2005-07-20T10:01:00.000-07:00

What a great control issue for someone like me - a Control Freak of the highest order - having a slave on his knees, masturbating along with my directions, begging for purrmission to cum. And having it be denied, or prolonged...

Many slaves can't take it of course, and in many cases that's the point. Over the years I've used this simple manipulation trick in order to get a purrticularly annoying client out of my dungeon. "Purrmission granted" are those golden words that he's anxious to hear, but not nearly as happy as I am to say. Very little drops a slave out of subspace as neatly or as quickly as being allowed to ejaculate. Especially as most slaves that a professional Domina sees aren't really slaves... hey, there's nothing wrong with indulging in a bit of kink now and then, and that's the vast bulk of any Domina's clientele.

So being allowed to "finish" is a key component in many sessions - and in some cases, inevitable despite my demanding that it does not occur.

One of my very favorite games involves this very action - a lucky slave, who has purrformed well during the past hours may be allowed to play. It begins with me reinforcing - during the session - that the slave will only be allowed to masturbate if he does all that I say during the session. Something that he can focus on, a carrot being dangled if you will. When that fateful time comes, I instruct him to kneel on the floor in front of me and I produce a towel, which I lay out in front of him on the floor.

This is how the game works:

On my command, the slave will begin to masturbate. As he does, I will be counting backwards from 10. As I reach 10, I will fold the towel in half. Then the counting begins again. And lets face it, I'm counting with dramatic flair and quite quickly. At every 10, the towel gets smaller and smaller. When the towel can be folded no more, it is taken away.

Oh, did I mention the most fun part of this game? Silly me.

Yes the slave is allowed to cum - by asking for purrmission first, of course - but every last drop has to hit that towel. Which is getting smaller every 10 seconds or so - beginning from a fully open towel area to, oh, nothing. And if he misses even one drop? He has to lick it up.

Needless to say, this exercise definitely increases a slaves focus and ability to control his ejaculate. And it's a helluva lot of fun for me.

Which is all that matters, yes?

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

Ahem, Hot Fetish Boots

2005-07-19T10:45:00.000-07:00

Ok my ebay fetish kittens, one seller has some spectacular fetish boots available - in my size!

Hot pink leather thigh boots with 7" heels... ah, sounds simply yummy... Ebay #7701396596

Not for long walks (except on errant slaves), more suitable to spending the day in the dungeon or seated working on fetish blogs... these are really great, crocodile-type leather with needle heels! Ebay #7701396427

As always, please let my secretary Puss know when you are sending items (secrtrix@yahoo.com) so we can expect them! She will also give you the best address to be sure that the items arrive...

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

BDSM Accoutrements

2005-07-19T10:22:00.000-07:00

Studio Kismet

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

So I looked at a small studio space over the weekend that I've been running back and forth in my head...

It's in an artist's building on the outskirts of LA's Chinatown, in a quiet building with other eclectic (non-kinky for the most part) folks. It's tiny... but relatively inexpensive. It catches my fancy to have a little spot to play and take photos in. Great creaky old staircases. A ridiculous number of people looking at it because space is at such a premium here in LA. (All of the great old buildings are being turned into high-priced "artists lofts" and condos. So you can live/work in a large-ish, very "designed" space for ridiculously high rents and still step over drunken homeless as you leave your place, hoping that your car hasn't been smashed or stolen so that you can drive the several miles necessary to get to a grocery store). No working lights yet. A hot tattooed dyke showing me the place, making me feel really comfortable. I miss taking BDSM photos. I miss having my own space to tie people up and do nasty things to them.

I needed to make a decision quickly. Would this be the place where Kismet would be resurrected?As I think about it more seriously I cannot help but remember that I have a TON of fetish equipment and furniture. Some of which would barely fit in through the door, much less have a happy home inside. It would be more of a storage space than a place to create great fetish art.

Maybe I'll just hang on until I get out of this god-forsaken city of Angels... my quest continues for a livable city with cool people and a decent standard of living. That's where I'll hang my (leather) hat.

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Some Rope and a Smile...

2005-07-18T15:43:00.000-07:00

Fun with Nigerians

2005-07-18T15:39:00.000-07:00

Most folks know about the Nigerian scammers... you get an unsolicited email from someone in Nigeria (or Kenya or South Africa) saying that they need your assistance in getting large sums of cash out of their countries' banks, and that if you fork over a small amount (several thousand dollars should do it) or make a quick visit to Nigeria, that for your trouble you will get something in the ballpark of several million dollars.

Scam, right? Of course it is. Yet people all around the world fall for this every single day. Here's a link to an article - http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20050716/wr_nm/nigeria_fraud_dc - that gives you an idea of the extent of the problem.

But the title of this little post is Fun with Nigerians... http://sweetchillisauce.com/nigeria.html This site is great fun when you have a little time to kill. It is the correspondence between Nigerian scammers and one crazy Australian guy - where he pretends to be different "marks" and gives you all the back and forth letters. It's really hilarious -- Sigmund Freud is one of my favorites, and a good place to start, also Don Quixote and Princess Tikka Masala.

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Setting the Mood...

2005-07-18T10:02:00.000-07:00

Scene Music

2005-07-18T10:00:00.000-07:00

What do you like to listen to as you're being tortured?

I've been amazed over the years at some of the choices that some Mistresses have made for session music - loud, bangy things that have ridiculous screaming, or silly, obvious "scene" music (NIN and Enigma come to mind here).

I've always been an admirer of instrumental music as well as world music - I find that it's the rhythm, not the melody, that is what can best transport a slave's mood from the everyday to the extraordinary. I just hate songs for sessions. I want an extended soundtrack, not songs that begin and end, sucking the energy out of the room.

Instrumental comes in many forms - it's hardly just about classical music (which can be soothing, but is generally not rhythmic enough for my taste) - there is a lot of heavier, industrial instrumental music as well as some of the more gothic stuff that heightens the senses (without the annoying gothic female vocals - more on that in a bit), preparing a slave for some punishment to be inflicted.

I really like middle eastern and asian music tho - the rhythms are really incredible, and much of it relies on its silences as well as its tones. It is here that I will tolerate the occasional vocal, because I cannot understand the language it is not jarring to my ears. I have some wonderful CDs that are full of middle eastern music, chinese music, indian drumming, belly dance music (!) that - when playing in proper order - create an incredible ambiance for a session.

I mentioned annoying female vocals for session music - there is one major exception to that rule. Enya. Yes, I know, it's not something that I listen to on a daily basis either. But when used specifcally for this purpose it's really amazing. After spending hours in bondage with mere whisps of music, slowly turning on Book of Days really is the soundtrack to the chrysalis opening and the butterfly emerging. Try it sometime - be conscious about your choice of music when you play - see what a difference it makes, how the rhythm speeding up and slowing down effects what you do. Yet another weapon in your sensory arsenal...

Katja Minx

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

Dance Google, Dance!

2005-07-15T10:23:00.000-07:00

Well, thank you Google!

I went from a zero page rank to a 4 today on this blog... and my website (which has been around forever) is still only a 3 (ok, Google, maybe you are bastards).

Unless you have a website, you could probably care less about what a page rank is. But for those of us who do, you know it's a very, very important thing that makes it easier for like-minded purrverts to find you! Purrhaps I could purrsuade some purrverts at Google, through subtle and not-so-subtle manipulation that a manipulation of my page rankings (to oh, at least a 9 - for my 9 Lives) would be in order...

The funniest thing is to look at the Way Back Machine http://www.archive.org/web/web.php to see what your website looked like years ago... how things have changed. Before I started katja-minx.com, I had many other smaller sites advertising my wares, usually just one-page things with a few pictures, but I was always really aware of design. I was definitely one of the first Dominas to use this new medium - this is back in the days of Mosaic (ok, I'm dating myself here), just when AOL was a brand-new thing, and you paid for slow internet access by the HOUR. With a 14.4 modem. Not that there was much to see...

I have never, ever paid anyone to make a site for me. I'm proud of that - teaching myself how to use the computer and then html and then photography - so that my vision comes across as purely as possible. And yes, I do all of my own web work, I take all of my own photos, do all of my own updates, style all of my own shoots...

Can you say Control Freak? I certainly can...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Little Miss PSA

2005-07-14T14:50:00.000-07:00

Well it seems like I'm just a walking Public Service Announcement today... I'm always happy to pass along info about events/issues effecting the BDSM community, or for animal (especially cats, dogs, and big cats) issues.

While I can't say that over the years I've felt all warm and fuzzy and a part of any BDSM "community" (in fact quite the opposite - many folks that I've come into contact with in the BDSM arena have tried, and some succeeded, in stabbing me in the back numerous times), I really do know how difficult it is to get the word out about events, parties, or just things you're doing... so feel free to email your announcements to me and if relevant, I'll post 'em. I also put a notice up in my Yahoo group - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistresskatjaminxsdungeon - which currently has over 10,000 members, one of the largest Mistress groups there ever (at least it was for some time, I have no idea if it still is!).

I'm always trying to build up good karma - which is why I feed my local stray cats and post PSAs - to absolve myself of past naughtiness (who, innocent little me?).

Katja Minx

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

L.A. FUK

2005-07-14T10:42:00.000-07:00

You are cordially invited to:

L.A. FUK NIGHT OUT !!

Tuesday July 19th, 2005
7:30 PM - 10:00 PM
The Bungalow Club

7174 Melrose Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90046
Two blocks west of La Brea
323-964-9494
http://www.thebungalowclubla.com/

L.A. FUK, Los Angeles Females United in Kink,
is a group for women who participate in the Los Angeles area
BDSM/Leather Community/Lifestyle, regardless of role
(Domme, switch, bottom, sub, slave, girl, boi, pup, Top, etc)
or sexual orientation (straight, bi, lesbian).
Transgendered people who identify primarily as female are also welcome.

We foster communication, friendship and sisterhood by providing a place
for women interested in this lifestyle to get to know each other socially
and cultivate positive loving friendships with one another.

Please won't you join us?
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LA_FUK

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Adopt a Shelter Animal

2005-07-14T10:25:00.000-07:00

If you've been looking for a new furry friend and are in the Southern California area, this Saturday the East Valley Los Angeles Animal Shelter is celebrating Animal Independence Day!

Saturday, July 16th
10 a.m. - 5 p.m.
Discounted Adoption Rates
Free Gift Bags for Adopters
Dog Trainers! Adoption Counselors!

Find a new friend - shelter animals are the best because they really need you and show so much love!

East Valley Los Angeles Animal Shelter
13131 Sherman Way North Hollywood
818.971.5007
info@rhala.org or visit http://www.rhala.org/

Please feel free to spread this information to any others who might be interested!

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

A time out

2005-07-13T10:19:00.000-07:00

Some days are better than others...

2005-07-13T10:17:00.000-07:00

Today I feel like a truck has run over my neck.

That's really exactly what it feels like when you have thyroid disease and you're in what I call the "Riding the Hormone Highway" phase. Because my body cannot produce the correct amount of thyroid hormones anymore (hey, can I help it if even my thyroid gland is yummy?) I supplement with synthetic hormones. The problem with this theory is that the human body is a finely-tuned machine, able to release and regulate the flow of hormones as needed. The pituitary gland looks around, makes a decision, and tells the thyroid gland what to do.

When you're only supplementing the same dose every day, you're bound to be out of whack from time to time (something I can be *quite rightly* accused of), and windpipe constriction, tightness, fogginess, and low blood pressure all result. That's me today.

I cannot concentrate enough to put together a proper posting today because of this... forgetting words as I write them leads to a pretty sloppy post so I'll make this short but sweet.

So here is my moment to tell all 30-something women (and men!) out there to get their thyroid function checked at their next doctor exam. It's a simple TSH blood test (even me, hating needles as I do, can handle it). It may save you years of trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. I have thyroid auto-immune disease, yours may be less serious, but most women will have some thyroid-related problem in their lifetimes, so why suffer?

You can thank me later.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

On Pins and Needles

2005-07-12T10:43:00.001-07:00

The Fetish Archives #2 - Play Piercing

2005-07-12T10:43:00.000-07:00

I should start by saying that I hate, hate, hate needles. Because of my thyroid disease, I'm subjected to an abnormal amount of human pincushioning and I hate it. I purrsonally hate pain, cannot eroticize it, specifically the pain associated with a needle being inserted anywhere into my body.

But I love play piercing slaves.

Ah, the feeling of a needle breaking into the delicate skin of the penis... the picture above illustrates the beginning of a long scene involving needles. My little devil horns were to illustrate just how hot it was getting for that slave that evening. It was late and he had arrived late (something I detest as I'm incredibly punctual) and I was annoyed. Sitting around in my vinyl catsuit, a new box of needles in my hand. Because of the issues involved I generally never kept a large supply of needles in my dungeon - I didn't want anyone to find them and think I was up to no good (especially when my purrposes were quite innocent - relatively speaking) - so I had to procure them for this evening specially.

Sitting there, fully encased in shiny black pvc, toes tapping on the cold dungeon floor. Finally, finally he arrived. Luckily (in this case) atmosphere meant nothing to this slave, he was only interested in the raw pain of the needles in his skin. No buildup, no special lighting, no music (except whatever I happened to be playing in the background), no incense. In other words, none of the things that usually make my sessions intense.

Just raw pain.

I placed a length of plastic underneath him and tied him down just because I always do - a slave in pain may lash out at me and this barrier of rope has saved me on several occasions - and then got right down to business. Starting with his cock, a long line of needles piercing horizontally down its shaft. Then moving to the balls, the remainder of the box being inserted, one by one, each one causing him to draw in his breath and take in the air slowly, his heart to speed up, and his skin being to moisten. Endorphins enveloping his body.

In his case, he stays in this position for about an hour. Then it's needle removal time! I instructed him to take a few deep breaths, then I hold the skin taut and quickly begin to pull out the needles in rapid succession. It's a final burst of pain and intensity (not to mention dexterity and aim - I have to get those little suckers back into a cardboard box as I pull each one out), and as the last needle is liberated I instructed him to grab his cock and masturbate, giving him purrmission to cum. Little drops of blood everywhere, and the sensation when his sweaty, salty hand touched his bloody cock caused him to cum almost immediately.

Looks soooo innocent in the picture, though, doesn't it?

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Appropriate Walking Shoes

2005-07-11T14:06:00.001-07:00

London Town

2005-07-11T14:06:00.000-07:00

So it looks as though I might be in London for a few days sometime in August... travelling for other reasons (other than just Domination, that is...) but may wish to see a select few clientele and/or shop while I'm there.

Interested?

Contact me directly - sadomasokitten@yahoo.com - it's been some time since I was last in London, I'm not so familiar with the Ladies there (from whom I could possibly rent session space) and would appreciate some recommendations.

I will also definitely be scheduling some time to visit the Vivienne Westwood boutique (yes shoe fans, you may be lucky enough to accompany me there and purrchase some shoes for me!) as well as some other fetish boutiques. A visit like this may include spending some time with me shopping then purrhaps either a session, a public spanking, or lunch... I will definitely take photos to share with the world of your adventure if you'd like.

So please send along (or post comments here) on where to go, what to see, and which Mistresses I really must meet when/if I'm in London!

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Blog Link Trades

2005-07-11T11:54:00.001-07:00

I'm always looking for links...

If you want to be in my purrsonal blogroll (and appear on the right side of my screen everyday) or link to my main site with a banner exchange (http://www.katja-minx.com/), just drop me an email:

sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

I think I'm one of the handful of real Dominas who create their own blogs, and post all the time... I've seen a few others (which were quite nice) and a huge pile of ones that were not. I prefer to link with other kinky folks either in the BDSM scene, or other alternative sexuality scenes... to give my readers something interesting to chew on.

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

Not just any Mistress... a Pierrot ballerina!

2005-07-11T11:54:00.000-07:00

Yet another use for testicles

2005-07-11T10:16:00.001-07:00

The Fetish Archives #1 - Rack 'Em Up

2005-07-11T10:16:00.000-07:00

The scene pictured above demonstrates yet another use for testicles. After being tied down to the bondage table, the balls and cock are separated from the body by a tight tie (therefore making them of acceptable size, being somewhat pathetic on their own)... and then for my amusement, a bit of pool-playing practice!

I got to practice my aim (which is generally good, especially after striking the balls repeatedly with the end of my cane), and got to inflict a brand-new type of pain on this purrticular cbt pain pig. He came to me asking for cock and ball torture - nothing else - and would be happy so long as the pain continued.

We can do that.

The tight tie coupled with the constant poking and smacking (he had never had his cock and balls tied before - imagine that, a cbt slut who had never been tied!) produced some truly lovely bruising, which he enjoyed immensely.

Of course it lent itself to a lot of great one-liners - 8 ball in the corner pocket!

And my purrsonal favorite, "Scratch!"

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Boots on Ebay

2005-07-10T17:18:00.000-07:00

Anyone want to make me smile?

Here are some great boots I just found on ebay that I'd love to have... at a discount!

Black leather, nice and high, the kind that I wear everyday... good for stomping on hapless slaves, of course, but as I do a lot of walking (well, ok, a lot of walking for someone living in LA - nothing compared to when I lived in Boston or NYC) I need these kiddos...

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/
eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&rd=1&item=
3984837335&ssPageName=STRK:MEWA:IT

or just search for item number: 3984837335

If you want to purrchase these for me, email my new secretary (more about her this week!) at secrtrix@yahoo.com and she will give you all the details! Her name is Puss, and she lives to serve...

Katja Minx
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Opening the archives with a bang (and a whip!)

2005-07-10T16:44:00.000-07:00

The Fetish Archives

2005-07-10T16:40:00.000-07:00

Wow, I've been quite the photo-slut for a loooong time.

I've just been looking through my photo archives - print and digital - and it's really amazing! I've worked with so many photographers over the years, and then there have been the last few when I concentrated on developing my own photographic talents (well hell, I already had the model thing down after doing it for so long...). It was really fun to coordinate shoots, tie up some willing victims, put others into precarious poses... and then leave them there and get all dressed up in my fetish finery.

It's a good thing to be photogenic.

Pretty much all of the photos that I've posted (and that are on my website) are photos that I took myself - on AUTOTIMER! - with my trusty Olympus digital camera. Olympus, I'm sure you're thrilled to be having this product placement, having your fine products recommended alongside hardcore S&M photography - I love, love, love my Olympus. I wouldn't use any other brand of digital camera, ever. Back when I shared a dungeon space with another Mistress, she had a Sony Mavica - the hottest thing at the time - which took the shittiest pictures I've seen. But the camera had all the latest geegaws (even a nice lens), but somehow the pictures always came out muddy and unsatisfying (well to me anyway). Even before I had my present Olympus I had the "beginner" model from them - and it took far superior photos to the Mavica.

So if anyone wants to ever purrchase camera equipment for me, I'm an Olympus girl.

I'll be posting pictures from my archives here on my blog for awhile.... things you may or may not have already seen (as my photos have been ripped off all over the internet for a looooong time).

Katja Minx
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Alas poor dungeon, I knew you well...

2005-07-08T10:46:00.000-07:00

Slave, where art thou?

2005-07-08T10:45:00.000-07:00

My email box is bursting with session requests all of a sudden, most the sort of traditional one line missives with absolutely no information and giving me zero reason to reply... an odd spike.

What happened? Where were all of you when I had my dungeon in Pasadena?

I'm not really taking many sessions these days - without my own studio I'm fairly limited anyway, but I really like to have all of my toys with me so dragging them around town to someone else's (usually pretty lousy, unclean, and/or ugly) studio doesn't excite me. So many things need to be "right" for me to session in the first place, hence the reason that I opened my own dungeons.

Purrhaps I'm a bit more esoteric than many other Mistresses, purrhaps I'm just an egotistical control freak. Most likely a bit of both. I have great difficulty sessioning in hotel rooms, white rooms with some dungeon equipment in them, and ugly dungeons. Kismet was spectacular - red lacquered walls with high, black ceilings, and one room in bright blue with black accents. Dramatic black curtains divided the main dungeon space from the entrance and seating area. A full shower, changing area, and bathroom. Fully equipped with suspension, exotic accoutrements not found everywhere else, slings, bondage tables and cages... If this can be said about a dungeon, it was really, really nice. As soon as you stepped inside, something happened to you - you knew that you were in a different place, out of your everyday life, which worked greatly to my advantage.

I drove past there yesterday - I just happened to be in Pasadena, and thought I'd see what had become of it. I was expecting absolutely nothing - from the outside, it was a non-descript white building.

Imagine my surprise when I saw that it had been turned into a 98 cent DISCOUNT STORE - one of those local shitholes where they sell more drugs than merchandise. I got out of my car intrigued, and walked inside. The entire space had been repainted, my walls torn down and repositioned to divide the space into two - an outer retail space, then something resembling a sweatshop in back. And it was BRIGHT WHITE.

I walked back to my car and actually cried. It's been quite some time since that space was mine - I had experienced an horrific flood (the toilet had literally exploded because of shoddy work in another unit) and then had my landlord not renew my lease - but it was a really special place, full of amazing energy and memories, and I had been really hoping that some artistic soul had taken it over. Boy, was I wrong.

I think that all of my recent nostalgia for having a studio was reinforced by that - it was really a slap in the face (and I'm the slap-er, never the slap-ee so I didn't enjoy it). Purrhaps sometime soon, somewhere far away, my own little piece of hell will once again be available for BDSM fun and frivolity...

Katja Minx
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Here Kitty Kitty...

2005-07-07T15:24:00.001-07:00

Feeling Purrticularly Frisky

2005-07-07T15:24:00.000-07:00

In the spirit of my recent doggie post, I thought that equal attention should of course be given to the feline members of my purrhaps-a-bit-unusual BDSM arsenal:

Bondage. Of course. Only this time it wasn't rope that enslaved my client, it was pallet wrap. Thick, stretchy, and exceedingly warm. I rolled him like a giant jelly roll in an inside layer, then used my handy roll of saran wrap (which I always use on a paint roller - didn't I tell you that Home Depot is Purrverts Paradise and that most of us strolling the aisles are up to no good?) to cover up any areas that were still exposed.

Nice and toasty.

For about 2 hours he laid there on my dungeon floor, all cozy and snug as a bug in a rug. His head was wrapped as well, but his entire face was exposed. As I expected him to be encased for some time, I didn't want to have to go back and unwrap any portions if the pressure on his head began to cause problems (I'm just always *thinking*, aren't I?).

I placed a small pillow under his head (the one tha tI have that says "You Dirty Rat" in needlepoint), - which he didn't even notice. He had fallen soundly asleep, arms tightly tucked to his sides, legs straight out. He looked so peaceful.

Well, we can't have that, now can we?

One of my cats, Kismet, was a fat orange tabby (he passed away several years ago - RIP Kizzie). It is for him that my dungeon is named. He was a super sweet cat, very playful, and very large (about 20 pounds). He walked into the main dungeon room, started to purr and rub against my leg. I thought, oh, he must be hungry (he was always hungry), and left the room to open a can.

Something happens to cats when you pick up a can. Any can. They get so trained and fixated on what is inside, and really, really excited. As I said, Kismet was a fat cat, purrticularly well-fed and happy for it. So I opened the can of Friskies.

And then had a stroke of brilliance.

I put down the can, much to Kismet's chagrin. He followed me out to the dungeon area. Without waking my client, I turned him over so that he was lying on his stomach, then took my safety scissors and cut a long, quick slash down his back through the pallet wrap, exposing his spine. As he began to stir, I took the can and my spoon and placed a careful line of wet, slippery cat food on his spinal cord. The entire length, from the top of his neck down to his ass.

He had been in a deep sleep, and this woke him slowly as he tried to figure out exactly where he was and what was going on. I told him to relax, be quiet, we weren't finished just yet. He was still bound by the heavy wrappings.

Kismet didn't waste a second - as soon as I stepped away from my client he jumped onto his back and began eating... and I began watching.

I asked my client to describe the experience after it happened (as I could only watch from this point on to see if this would work as I thought)... He said that the cutting of the wrap was like a cutting open of his body - a sudden rush of fresh, cold air felt like a knife was cutting the skin itself. Then to feel the cold wetness of the cat food (which he couldn't really smell from having his face in the pillow - too bad, that would have been an interesting addition) dripping down his spine, and just when that began to register feeling a heavy, furry cat jump onto his back - his sharp claws "kneading" into his skin, his weight holding him down, the brush of his dense whiskers - and the most intense thing was the feeling of Kismet's teeth biting into each piece of cat food, and his mouth opening and closing as it did so.

Without knowing it (and without my purrmission) he actually came inside the plastic wrap right at the end of the cat food trail... just at the top of his neck, where his head and neck meet.

He's said that it was the most intense sensory experience of his entire life.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-07-07T08:55:00.000-07:00

London

2005-07-07T08:43:00.000-07:00

My thoughts go out to everyone in London this morning in the aftermath of the horrific bombings in the transit system...

And to all of my friends in London - please call or drop an email when you can - it's impossible for me to reach you and I want to be sure you're ok.

Katja Minx
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2005-07-06T12:18:00.000-07:00

Simple but beautiful bondage ropework...

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German Shepherd Bondage

2005-07-06T12:15:00.000-07:00

I love, love, love, love bondage in all of its many forms. Rope, wrap, leather, latex, even forced German Shepherd bondage (more about that in a minute), it's all good.

Especially rope fascinates me, it always has, and it's something that I've developed over the years - using traditional sources and techniques mixed with my own experimentation. I also knit, as anyone who has worked alongside me at any of the commercial dungeons where I have plyed my trade can attest, and this also fuels my bondage fires.

The sense of complete control over someone - restricting their breath, their movements - is powerful indeed, and something that I'd generally incorporate into most sessions, even if it was not the main focus.

Until a few years ago, I had an amazing German Shepherd - he was a massive dog, about 125 pounds, all muscle. Furry, gorgeous, and fiercely intelligent, I could walk the streets of NYC in the middle of the night with my dog at my side, no leash required, and he wouldn't so much as look off to the side as we walked, stride for stride. Intimidating? You betcha - folks would jump off the sidewalk to clear a path for this mighty beast. Sweet? Well not exactly - super sweet with me, guarded with strangers, dominating with other dogs. Answered to commands primarily in German. In other words, the absolutely right kind of animal you want to have by your side in this crazy world.

His name was Schnuff.

I would occasionally bring Schnuff with me into sessions - he has assisted in the training of many human "puppies"... that's a story for another time... and provided the right level of intimidation and realism that many of my sessions required.

Schnuff was exceedingly obedient and intelligent - it was simply impossible to train him to do stupid parlour tricks, he simply wasn't interested. He would look me in the eye as if to say "Oh come on, that's sooooo undignified"... yet still picking up the task if I insisted.

I generally had Schnuff somewhere in my dungeon in case of emergency. I'd be willing to bet that 99% of my clients had no idea.

Schnuff was involved in many sessions over the years, but one purrticular session sticks out as purrticularly special:

I had a bondage client alone in my dungeon. His first time with me. He was someone who was experienced, but not as experienced as he had let on (why do clients lie about their level of experience? why do we lie when we go to the doctor?), and after spending over an hour enveloping him in a web of rope and placing him into a leather bodybag, he had started to complain. To bitch, to whine, to start trying to manipulate me into untying here, loosening there....

Now I understand that a lot of clients are a bit like spoiled, prissy children - other "Mistresses" have let them get away with a lot, or they have been able to direct their sessions - but I'm a bit of a hardass. A Dominant. A Top.

The more he complained, the more irritated I got. He kept trying to untie himself (a challenge to me - "oh, I've never been in inescapable bondage, no one has ever been able to do that to me"), and instead Houdini managed to not only mess up my beautiful rope web but make the bonds even tighter! I wasn't willing to cut my beautiful ropes (I only do so in a medical emergency), so I bitch-slapped him and started to untie the ropes myself.

But first I called over Schnuff.

Schnuff sat next to me and looked down at my client. The look in my client's eyes was really priceless - not only was he afraid of dogs, but this one looked like he meant business. When he started to protest again, I stuck a towel in his mouth (thou doth protesteth too much, my dear) and got back to a neat, orderly, untying. The layers of rope came loose slowly (he had fucked it up royally by pulling and struggling), but as he couldn't bitch anymore with that towel in his mouth, I didn't feel purrticularly stressed about loosening him quickly. Once the ropes were completely off, he stood up quickly and again launched into his tirade that "he couldn't be held, had never been in inescapable bondage" and that I was just as bad at this as every other Mistress he had ever seen....

Now, some dogs are trained to not let someone in the house. A good technique to be sure, but still there are determined intruders who might try to get past even a good dog with a big steak, or some other treat.

Schnuff was trained to not let someone leave.

Even without my asking, Schnuff moved into position, slowly and non-aggressively, walking slowly toward my client who backed toward the corner.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked.

He complained again, this time including my dog. Who did I think I was, I couldn't be really dominant, blah blah blah...

So I instructed Schnuff not to let him leave.

Schnuff sat there, and every time my client tried to make a move away from the wall, he merely lifted his lip a tiny bit and let out the lowest, deepest slight growl. My client shrunk back against the wall.

"The more you complain, the longer I'll have him keep you there", I told him. And I sat down, pulled out a magazine, and began to read. About 30 minutes passed, the magazine was now fully absorbed, and I walked into the other room of my dungeon. Schnuff didn't move even a muscle, one ear turning toward the sound of my walking away was his only reaction.

"Don't leave me here!" my client screamed... "Not with this dog"!

"So, then you agree that you cannot escape from this bondage?" I said. "Schnuff doesn't have any other plans for the day, he can stay as long as you can".

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I agree! Inescapable bondage! I can't escape! Now get this dog away from me!!!!". He was actually crying now.

You can only begin to imagine how much I loved this. I called Schnuff, and he ran to my side, turned around, and sat down right next to me. I instructed my client to get dressed and get the hell out of my dungeon. Still crying and now sweating, he put on his clothes. Schnuff and I watched. When he was finished, I told him to get down on his hands and knees and crawl out of my dungeon - that this was the only thing that would not ignite my dog's chase-and-kill instinct, and that even my dog had proved that he was the better man. Quickly, obediently, my client dropped to his knees and began to crawl toward the door.

"The first truly Dominant woman I've ever met. Thank you, Mistress", he muttered as he opened the door and crawled toward the street.

It was a big Snausage day for Schnuff. He earned it!

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-07-05T10:57:00.000-07:00

Give a girl the right pair of shoes...

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It really comes down to shoes...

2005-07-05T10:54:00.000-07:00

Wow, I don't think I've had a long weekend in posting since I started this blog a few months ago...

Alas, no holiday pictures featuring slaves with firecrackers up their ass, but the sky was lit up over Los Angeles anyway... in my neighborhood it's like Baghdad - the entire weekend, every night until after midnight, some idiot was either firing a gun into the air or lighting off crappy fireworks that are more bang than flash.

Scared my cats like you wouldn't believe. I had cats scrambling to get deep inside my shoe closet (which was kind of hilarious) - a big fat, red tabby diving nose-first into a pile of un-boxed stilettos, a black Siamese pushing clear shoe boxes out of the way to make a kind of plastic fort, a gray and white spotted furball following behind the red tabby as he cleared the path, and a brown and white tabby flattening herself as much as cat-ly possibly...nothing like a bunch of shoes to protect you from all the evils of the world.

My thoughts exactly.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-07-01T14:39:00.000-07:00

The Passing of Bob Zak

2005-07-01T11:33:00.000-07:00

I knew Bob in New York City, where he was beloved by many of the Mistresses of many of the professional dungeons as the guy with the latex - he always had a trunk full of the finest pieces from Demask and always gave us amazing deals, which kept the ladies well-dressed for many years.

The outfit in the above photo was one of the first real latex outfits I ever purchased, and probably was one of the most expensive. When I was at the Nutcracker Suite in NYC, Bob sold me that outfit for a fraction of it's cost, and I still have it, lovingly stored.

I was not in touch with him here in Los Angeles, where he had started GwenMedia, and I am not affiliated with that company. But it is a very sad day for all, and my condolences to all of his family, friends, and cohorts.

****************************************

It is with great sorrow that the GwenMedia family announces the passing of company founder, Robert Zahurak, known to friends as Bob Zak.

Robert's body was found at the GwenMedia Studios in the San Fernando Vallery, Monday evening, June 27th. Late for a dinner engagement, calls to him went unanswered, which prompted concern. Bob was 51 years of age. Cause of death has been attributed to heart failure.

He will be greatly missed by one and all.The entire GwenMedia staff wishes to extend their thanks to everyone who has telephoned or e-mailed their condolesences. It was Bob's wish that the video/DVD company he created continue strongly in his absence, which it will. A planned memorial service will be announce as soon as date and location is secure.

Please look to GwenMedia.Com for further details.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-07-01T10:44:00.000-07:00

A special kind of cooking...
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4th of July Weekend

2005-07-01T10:18:00.000-07:00

My original plan was to try to schedule a photoshoot with a slave with a lit firecracker up his ass.

I know, I know, not really safe. Not really sane. Probably not even consensual.

But it would have been really fun. I've never had anything go horribly wrong during a photoshoot, so my track record is quite good. I'm pretty fast - especially in heels - so I couldn't imagine it actually exploding before I got to it.

(insert a healthy dose of sarcasm here - just a bit of holiday fun)

So while I got carried away thinking about this, I managed to not do any holiday shoots at all. Which is a shame during this time of purrsecution of the adult industry and all. I'm sure that someone out there has shot some naked girls in Uncle Sam hats so all is not lost. And as long as they're not being "sexually suggestive" (whatever that means) they probably won't be prosecuted.

On this July 4th upcoming weekend, it's just been announced that Sandra Day O'Connor is resigning from the Supreme Court, Rehnquist is most likely next. This is going to become a very scary country kittens -- with two potential appointments to the high court by the current administration....

I'll be firing up the BBQ this weekend along with everyone else - except my nourishment of choice is veggie dogs, sweet corn (roasted in foil with fresh herbs), and fresh okra (skewered and bathed in chinese sweet and sour sauce). And lots of fresh iced green tea as I'm the designated driver (yes, having a control freak like me is a good thing when you'll be drinking).

Enjoy, all.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-30T12:11:00.000-07:00

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

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Technology Rant

2005-06-30T12:07:00.000-07:00

Grrr....

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

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

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

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

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

Bastard.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-29T12:25:00.000-07:00

Lady of Leather
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