Books! Books! Books!

I finally pulled my bookshelves and books out of storage and set up a corner of our living room as a little book nook/reading area. My husband is bewildered at the amount of joy this simple act has brought me. As a lifelong bookworm, I just missed my books! They've been in storage since our short lived move to SF 6 years ago! It was like greeting old friends as I pulled them from the boxes. Now I suppose it is possible that there's a box of books still sitting in our storage space that I missed, but my big surprise was the titles that just aren't there. The very first how-to books I ever read on BDSM (penthouse forum letters excepted) were S&M 101 by Jay Wiseman and Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns by Philip Miller & Molly Devon and NEITHER of them seem to still be in my collection, thus they've been promptly added to my amazon wishlist.  I did find that I own more "sexy books" than I had realized.  A combination of erotica, BDSM how-to and more intellectual sexual theory take up several shelves.  I'm going to have to do a culling before our extended family is in the house for our daughter's birthday.  I'm thinking it will be fine to leave the sleeping beauty books, but perhaps The Family Jewels will need to find a more discreet spot in our home.


A Decade of Anticipation

Last month I had a session with someone who has been trying to see me for a full decade. My travel plans, blizzards and the universe in general seem to have colluded to keep him from getting under my feet and being humiliated by me in person. We've had dozens of Niteflirt chats since 2006, but actually playing together  just never coalesced until last month. I was excited to meet him and very very slightly anxious--I'm not the same woman I was a decade ago. Speaking of which, I really need to find a photographer and update my site--I just threw my old site up at a new URL: I've no desire to advertise falsely, I just don't have new pictures yet (I so remember being a snotty 24 year old house mistress being like, why are those dommes advertising with old photos?!?! It's like lying!) Anyway, our session was so much fun! There were moments where he was so scared of me, his eyes wide with terror, drawing in his breath and unconsciously holding it until I reminded him to breathe for me. His suffering was absolutely delicious! We did some basic CBT (thankfully he understood that Cock and Ball Torture is NOT an euphemism for a hand job! LOL), a bunch of verbal humiliation, some foot and leg worship and a touch of smothering. I also finished with a golden shower, like monsoon finale! Perhaps I overwhelmed him, I probably asked if he was OK half a dozen times before we parted ways. 


My site is gone, but...Instagram! Twitter!

As you may or may not have noticed, is no longer my website. It's some link farm that has absolutely nothing to do with me. You see, I never owned my domain. A friend registered it for me and then (very kindly, I might add) hosted it for free for approximately 15 years. The unfortunate part is that I never even had the chance to renew it when it expired this last time as it was out of redemption and owned by someone else by the time I realized my site was no longer live. So...that kinda sucks, but I'm a grownup now and will be taking care of registering a domain and hosting my site myself.  I suppose new photos were in order anyway. That will happen along with a new site at some point, but in the meantime, I've joined Instagram and Twitter. My handle on both is @MsOctaviaArena


I feel like I left you hanging with my pregnancy....

My daughter is now two and a half. This kid had stories before she even came out of the womb! She was conceived on our one year wedding anniversary during the Hurricane Sandy blackout.  I did not discover I was pregnant until we were 19 weeks in (no, I am not an idiot, I just have PCOS and a very irregular period). She then made her grand entrance into the world via emergency c-section 9 weeks early. Basically, to my knowledge, I was pregnant for 12 weeks. She is so smart, utterly adorable and amazes me nearly every single day.  She is also healthy, but her first year was pretty intense.  To put it succinctly, she was (is?) medically complex.

She was born with a birth defect that required three surgeries in her first year.  She was hospitalized four times and underwent full anesthesia four times before she was 7 months old. Her genetic anomaly is called Imperforate Anus and means that she was born with her tiny baby butthole sealed shut. Modern medicine and surgical techniques are truly miraculous because unless you caught sight of her colostomy scar, if I didn't tell you, you would never know.