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I had an interesting photoshoot over the past weekend. It was ribbon and rope bondage and it was my first time being tied up like that. As always I woke up anticipating my photoshoot, jumped in the shower, fed my men, and then the time was mine to make myself look pretty. Since I was planning on the red lipstick I wanted to be conservative with my eye makeup, after all I did not want to look like a very badly made up doll, Dinka Doll, doll, lol, no pun intended.  So I went easy with my eyes, opted in for a smoky light look. Topped it off with red mani and pedi and I was good to go. I jumped in my car, turned on my book and took off. Upon arrival I met my rope specialist Robbie, it was a first time I was meeting him, as far as photographer, and I have shot with him before on many occasions. He proved to be reliable, fun, very professional and what's more important – he is a good photographer, who got me published.   After I dressed, or better say undressed I came out to...

I was supposed to see my Master friend today – it's Friday. I have not called to confirm, I am waiting, I am not really sure I want to go. I turn to my Tarot cards and ask a question. As I am shuffling a card falls out, and I interpret it as a message. I proceed to shuffle, and I get my answer as a NO. So I am already planning on how I will be calling him when I am half way home, and telling him that I totally forgot. Ten minutes later he sends me a text with a reminder, I exhausted every excuse. So I go and see my Master friend right after work. After all we did agree to meet every Friday for my training.  Came over, we talked, chilled, talked some more until the moment when I heard someone was opening the front door. That was his new Slave. A very smart, intelligent overweight and tired looking attorney. She was living with my Master friend for the past 3 month. She was recovering from her very bad marriage that lasted 20 years. All three of us are sitting and talking a...

When you start a relationship with swing it's hard to get away from it. It's kinda always there. Even if you wake up one day and announce to your partner “I think I am done, I just want you and nobody else” in your partners mind it creates a void, like there was something there and now it is gone. Kinda like if you have a wart on your finger and you are so used to having it, and you had it for 20 years, and finally you decide to get rid of that wart and have enough guts to go to the doctor and cut the damn thing off. The next day you wake up feeling that spot and missing it, you can no longer play with it, draw funny faces on it, it can longer bring you comfort when you touch under stress - it's just gone and not coming back. You realize it that it's so far gone that there is a scar that is going to remind you of what you lost. I think swing or “Alternative lifestyle” as some call it can be compared with a wart. There is always that chance that the wart might come ba...

I have been considering sex industry for the main income for a very long time. Sex sells, and always will. I thought about working as a stripper – high heels kill my feet. Thought about being a waitress at the strip club – I am more of a morning person, and the money is not nearly as good as being a stripper. Thought about a porn site, even started working on the content, after one week of constant shooting I gave up on that idea – it was too much, too fast, and you don't see the money “now”, it's only later, but I would still have to shoot a lot more, it was exhausting. By that point I just ran out of ideas and started looking for a 9-5 job. That was ten years ago, when I left my husband and was living with my parents. I really feel like I was having a “round 2”, when I stayed with my parents for a week. Let’s see if we can combine sex industry with BDSM. Yes I am still tripping on the “Bondassage” idea. On Friday I went to see my Master friend, agreed that I will see hi...

I have a good amount of friends, only few are very close. I share my life details with them, and everyone is always eager to help out with an advice. Last night I had a conversation with my husband about his lack of participation in our mutual life. As I was lying in bed, thinking, and rerunning the conversation in my mind I had a vision of my brain divided in quarters, and each one was buzzing with its own logic, insisting I listen to it. First quarter had my mom's voice. Why are you doing all the work? Stop, don’t do that, he needs to help you, make a list and divide all chorus, get everyone involved. Marriage is a partnership, no one should be responsible for everything! Delegate! Second quarter had a voice of my NY friends. Tell your son to talk to your husband, both of them should clean the house while you are at work as a surprise. Then reward your husband for it. Surprise him with some beer and dried fish. Just keep talking to him, eventually he will understand. He ...

Few days ago I came across a new subject that grabbed my attention. It's called “Bondassage” – it's a sensual massage with light bondage with elements of BDSM. BDSM – Bondage & discipline, dominance & submission, sadism & masochism. BDSM is never black & white, there are many shades of gray in between, and it has been pulling me in, like a magnet for a very long time. I see an erotic scene and I want to participate, and I want my partner to play with me, or I will watch some hard core porn – and I am freaked out over it. But the reaction is what is important for me. When people find themselves in that environment they seem more open and honest. I have a Master friend who lives BDSM 24/7 and I came to him for an advice. He said that I don’t need to pay all that money to learn something that he can teach, and he said that it's just a fancy name for the same old stuff. Me, being super exited as I see this an opportunity to make a living, a very comfor...