Month: September 2012

I am amazed how flooded I am with emails every week from people who openly admit they’ll never see me. It’s this bizarre phenomenon; someone will take time to write long sweeping fantasies, sharing their thoughts and penning down their deepest secrets for my eyes only,  to disappointingly conclude with something like  “unfortunately, I will never be able to make this a reality” or “I’m afraid I’ll never have the courage to go through with this”. It’s gotten to the point where if I receive a letter from someone new…

I hate Summer, really I do. I know to a lot of Seattleites that comment is complete and utter blasphemy. We endure 9 months of gloom and clouds to reach those magical 3 months of warmth and sun…and yes, it pains me when those months come upon us. I am quite happy everyone else in the city is able to soak up the rays they need to get them through the sunless months ahead, but if you’ve seen my vampy complexion in person, you’d fully understand why I long for…

  He flailed wildly as the saw pounded into him, the powerful motor forcing the determined rod into him over and over in rapid succession. I couldn’t help but watch myself in the mirror, standing above him with the weight of the saw in my hands. The position of the mirror reflected his face twisting in a confused mix of pain, pleasure, intensity and fear. In my mind I joked with myself, thinking this must be an extreme version of ‘cock envy’ on my part – large strap ons didn’t…

He arrived on time, perhaps a little nervous, but he knew this evening he’d just be with me, his doctor. I asked him to disrobe quickly, explaining that all real torture wouldn’t begin until tomorrow. Tonight, my only job is to examine his entire body and document how fit he’d be for tomorrow’s interrogation. Even with my reassurance he didn’t seem to look relieved at all. Without much chatter, I began strapping him face down to my exam table. A flurry of rope and leather swarmed his limbs, holding them…

I stumbled across this absolutely stunning photo and just had to share it with all of you. When I see artistic imagery like this, I’m ever reminded of the beauty behind this craft. The idea of taking something so raw and primal, metal penetrating vulnerable skin, creating a masterpiece – turning pain and patience into something so elegant… it’s moving! I consider myself so fortunate to be an artist with an endless supply of resources and mediums. Now, if only I could construct something as intricate as this!

A rare opening has occurred in my world and if the thought of filling a position in my world stirs something within you, I might have a place for you. My typical ‘dungeon maid’ has been going through some personal changes and will no longer be able to fill this position. I’ve been very lax at keeping other options close at hand since I’ve had this person serving for about a year straight right now, but I can’t dwell on that.  Obviously, a replacement is needed ASAP lest I find…