Life is SO SO GOOD! Last night I had a live financial domination session. It was easy, fun and totally profitable. How was I a pro-domme for so many years without ever even hearing about this fetish? He was a phone client from keen. We've spoken several times over the last 2 weeks and yesterday he finally got together the balls and the money to see me in person. He had inquired about paying via credit card and while the dungeon does take CCs, cash is always preferable, so I purred into the phone, "You could pay by cold impersonal plastic, but I think it would be a much better idea for you to go to the ATM and pull out as much casssssssh as it will let you." So after he paid for the session and we had begun, I reached into his pocket, removed his wallet and slid out a twenty. I handed it back to him and told him to run it along my neck. He rubbed the bill along my neck and shoulder while I said stuff like, "Money is so so sexy, don't you think?...I love the way it feels against my bare skin...lift up your shirt Mike, I want you to know how hot this twenty feels against your chest." Then I stuffed the bills into my cleavage and pushed my breasts together and asked him, "Doesn't this look hot? Wouldn't it make a really sexy photo?" He stammered "y-y-yeah." Then I said, "Isn't it even hotter knowing that this money used to belong to you?" He sighed and let out a long slow "yeeaaaaaah." Understandably I was in a terrrific mood last night.

This morning I got up at the crack of dawn to head over to the NYC Department of Health for my long overdue HIV test & STD screening. This visit was more for my friend J who is a 23 year old sexually active gay male in NYC and he's never been tested for HIV. When he told me last week that he'd never been tested I yelled at him and then agreed to go with him. More on that story later.

Had a lovely Sunday! Actually slept in, woke up on my own, no alarms, phones or boyfriend prodding me. Got up, had brunch over at Lotus Club by myself, bought really expensive conditioner and a new comb, then proceeded to spend the next 2 hours detangling my hair. I actually got sort of metaphysical about it. Thinking about each strand and how much they wanted to be free and long rather than knotted and therefore short. Then C came home, we cuddled, talked about last night's fight and then had some really excellent messy sweaty sex, marring my perfectly clean and freshly showered self. Then I threw on some comfy old clothes and did a batch of laundry. Now I'm at the shop and feeling inexplicably nauseous. Got a repeat keen call tonight from the guy who plans to break up with his girlfriend so he can belong to me completely. We had a really fun session where I asked him what his most prized possession was and when he told me it was his tennis court, I threatened to drill holes in it and cover it with gravel. The other day I had another fun call with a guy who has a foot/shoe fetish but he actually was fantasizing about taking it a step further. Going shoe shopping with me and having me "force" him to worship my feet right there in the middle of the shoe shop. Talk about public humiliation. Honestly it sounds fun, I would totally do that, I mean fuck, this is New York, like anyone would even look twice!

This afternoon C & I saw The Man Who Fell To Earth up at the Walter Reade Theater. We drove at warp speed--we made it from Union Square to Lincoln Center in exactly SIX MINUTES! Though our travel time was exceptional, it was a combination of the bike, C driving as if he were playing a video game and hitting that perfect rhythm of green light after green light.

You may have noticed a trend...photos! I guess I may have been spending too much time checking out my friend Thomas' fotolog The Use of Fiction. A few days ago I decided that my clients fantasies were SO much more interesting than what was actually going on in my life that I would start sharing them with you; however my last few calls were short and somewhat boring/inappropriate.

Me: Hi there. Who's this?

client: This is John and I have a huge cock.

Me: That's nice John, why are you calling me today?

client: I want you to suck my knob

Me: Really John, that's not what I'm here for. I'm here for you to serve me. Are you ready to descend toward poverty in my name?

client: I want you to suck my cock.

Me: John, that will never, ever happen. If you are lucky, I might allow you to suck some cock while I watch. Would you like to be my little slut John?

client: No, I want you to suck my cock.

Me: Wow John, not only are you a pathetic insignificant male, you are stupid too. Did you see my listing on the web or did you only hear me on the phone?

client: I heard you on the phone and I want you to suck my cock.

Me: Aaaaahh, I see. Were you mezmerized by my sexy voice? Do you need a strong woman to take advantage of you?

client: No, I just want you to suck my huge cock

click....What the fuck? There are dozens of chicks available for straight up phone sex, why call me? All of my listings say "DOMINATION." My phone intros are about "Let's MAX OUT your credit cards" and "Professional Dominatrix demands financial worship." There is no cock sucking involved in those two things! Whatever, I promise I will relate a better call soon.

So guess where Tori & C were at 5 am christmas morning? The pix are HOT and they both maintain that they didn't see another soul until 5 minutes after they finished the shoot. I've been spending quite a bit of time doing Keen/Niteflirt calls and am thoroughly enjoying myself. Particularly this financial domination fetish. Sure I got gifts as a prodomme. I own a $2000 custom made David Menkes 5 piece leather outfit and yes I was flown to London to attend the Rubber Ball a few years ago. However, I have never before been given straight up gifts. There were always implications, insinuations, the slave that bought the leather for me stopped seeing me because I chose to go out with friends on a night that he said he "really needed me." And the trip to London was great, but I had to suffer through attempting to teach my client's girlfriend how to really dominate him, since even though they switched, he completely topped her from below. Today, in addition to the cash I earned from his phone calls, a client sent me a $50 Amazon gift certificate. I bought three items that were on my wishlist: the Audition dvd, Martin Gore's Counterfeit CD and a hot air popcorn popper. I am particularly pleased since at the time he sent me the gift certificate, I had not yet received a single gift this holiday season and was somewhat bummed about that. I have since collected an Elizabeth Arden Red Door Spa gift certificate and a bunch of Happy Bunny stuff. I LOVE HAPPY BUNNY!!!! I haven't gotten it yet, but I fully intend to purchase the item below: Is it perfect or what!?!?

So it seems that even though I am stuck in a record/bookstore for over a hundred hours a week, all of my interests are of the prurient variety. My boyfriend recently took some pix for a friend of ours who will soon be a SuicideGirl. She has "gone pink" which I guess means they'll be posting her nekkid pix very soon. Her name on that site is Tori, so check her out. They talk nearly everyday trying to figure out where to shoot her next set as the powers that be over there are sick of bedroom shots. They want something more creative, so current locations in the running include the subway (but she heard that's been done before) and they both independently came up with the Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park

So I had a session last week. It was phenomenal. He was a client I picked up on keen.com, he is my best client from that site and to date I have earned $714.74 chatting with him while he pays $2.99/minute. Over the last few weeks he has gone on about what a heavy masochist and complete pain slut he is and after the day I had following my last post (laptop fell & the screen shattered, the shop flooded because the community access tenant upstairs can't flush a toilet properly) I had plenty of stress that I was looking forward to taking out on his ass. And so...I did. Afterward I walked something like 30 blocks in the cold feeling powerful and sexy. I'm sure it was a combination of my swagger, my shiny blow-job-red lips and the leather boots I was wearing, but more men checked me out during that stroll than have in the last three months. I am not particularly interested in what psychological defect I have that causes this chain of events (domme-work=immediate increase in projected selfworth/attractiveness) and as unhealthy as it may be, I'm glad it exists.

I have new daily reading: Belle de Jour diary of a london call girl. I guess having stuck my toes (literally, hehehe) back into the sex industry has sent me looking for other intelligent, still sane people who can actually separate their sex work from their real lives. It isn't that I haven't met a few at our dungeon, but they are rare. I stopped at the new studio tonight on my way to break into my old boss' apartment to feed her cats. The dungeon moved over 2 months ago, but I haven't done any sessions and have been lazy about checking it out. Misa was there doing a photo shoot, and it was terrific to see her. There are only 2 rooms up and running for now and I have an intense preference for the red room over the white. Of course there aren't any pix up yet on the web to show you, but I'm sure they'll be there eventually.

My week in review: Sunday night--deep stress and fear regarding pending visit with Dr. Zaroff for neuro-psych evaluation as recommended by one of our couples therapists due to excessive memory issues. I'd never experienced this fear of going to the doctor's office. I haven't had a root canal and my childhood dentist was a family friend. My first gyn exam was with a friendly middle-aged woman who was upset with her assistant for having had me disrobe before meeting her; after inserting the speculum, she had me sit up and handed me a mirror so I could "see what's going on down there." No doc related stress ever. But this time I was really scared that I was going to find out that I have a tumor, or brain eating bacteria or even that my brain had irrepairably atrophied from lack of use and that within months or years I'd be a drooling idiot. In short, scared. So Monday afternoon, C and I go in for the hour long preliminary interview, he leaves and I spend the next five hours arranging colored blocks, trying to recall grocery lists, filling in circles with #2 pencils and naming animals and colors. The results? I'm "of superior intelligence" with lower than average short memory/thought organization processes and once I start taking my effexor regularly and deal with the depression/mood swings/ADHD that have been present since I was 16, I'll be fine. Tell me something I didn't know when I walked in the door!"

For someone who works well over 100 hours a week, I am suddenly very busy outside the shop. Well, not really, I guess babysitting for a 5 month old, going to MORE movies and being paid to chat via keen isn't actually a social life, but it feels good. Tonight C and I made three sets of conflicting plans. The first was to see Gone With The Wind, but we thought that was tuesday. The second was the one i was actually interested in. Ben Lee playing a Jane Magazine party at Bloomingdales. But the third is the one we will actually attend, a documentary about Gary Wilson a possibly not even one hit wonder guy. He had this album in the 70s, but it seems to be a NYC rock culty thing, so of course we'll be there.

Went to see Gone With the Wind up at Loews 34th st for their classics @$5 last night, but it is playing thursday NOT tuesday. So instead we headed down to Union Square and saw Alien (the director's cut) followed by a "sneak into" Scary Movie 3. We already bought tickets to YOU THINK YOU REALLY KNOW ME: THE GARY WILSON STORY up at Lincoln Center for Thursday, so I guess I will remain a GWTW virgin.

I spent time in my bed last night for the first time since wednesday night. Thursday night I slept @ C's mom's apartment in Queens which we are finally packing up for storage, now that she's been gone a year and a half. The I worked until Saturday evening when I went to see NEW MODEL ARMY!!!. They haven't played the US in 10 years and I found out about the last show the day after it happened. Not only did I go to this show, I got in for free ('cuz I was on the list, yo!), but I went to the early and the late show!!!! Joy. Joy. Joy. Then I came back to work, until Sunday afternoon when it was time to head off to AMMI for the Tim Burton fest (let no one tell you that the Batman movies are worth seeing) followed by Kurosowa's Seven Samauri. It is 50 years old, over 3 hours long and undoubtably one of the best films I have ever seen.