Folsom Street Fair, Folsom Street Fair, i can’t describe it, you had to be there. Beat me, fuck me, make me suck your cocks, Princessa Natasha really rocks! Yes, there was me, doing cheers for Princessa’s glory, there was Her entourage, some of the most enjoyable people i have had the pleasure of serving Princessa [...]

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I have to say that was one of the most fun filled Folsom Street Fairs ever. I had my picture taken at least a million times but that was NOTHING compared to how many times sandra had hers taken! She literally could not take two steps without someone stopping her to snap a few shots. [...]

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I’m heading off to Folsom Street Fair this Sunday and would love to run into a couple of my readers, fans, clients, friends. I’ll be there early – probably about 11am. syndi and sandra will be there with me, as well as Nova and Atticus from www.FetishFlame.com and other fun friends. Drop me an email [...]

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This is exactly the sort of thing that makes me think I should once again retire from professional domination and just play privately. It simply sucks that the Bush administration is so concerned with what we, as consenting adults do and look at in private. With so many other problems going on in the world, [...]

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Mistress P said she was hungry, and at J.s request i had brought sushi, but where to eat, where to sit? Mistress P suggested pillows on the floor, but what to use for a table? Ah~ me! Onto the floor on my back, closely covered with plastic wrap, i lay very still and sushi was [...]

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Ahh! Happy Birthday sandra! I’ve boon out of town so much that I knew I wasn’t going to have time to fully celebrate sandra’s birthday as I would like, so I sent her to see a friend and her Mistress. sandra may finish the story if she would like to share. It involves some pretty [...]

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For my birthday, Princess Natasha gave me to J. an escort of Her acquaintance, to allow me two hours of body worship, something i have been forbidden over the last year and a half. J. met me at the door of her apartment, looking like a business executive, but for the lacy red top she [...]

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