Upcoming trip to NY & Greece with Meggerz!

Me in NY in 2007! I've been back several times since but I didn't get any typical touristy photo's.

Me in NY in 2007! I’ve been back several times since but I didn’t get any typical touristy photo’s.

Meggerz & I have had a blast together in Vegas. NY & Greece will be EPIC!

Meggerz & I have had a blast together in Vegas. NY & Greece will be EPIC!

The Cupcake Girls suite in Vegas 2014.

We kind of look like we’re going to get up to no good…don’t we? 🙂

I have very exciting news! A very generous fan, a financial slave who serves my friend Princess Meggerz (http://clips4sale.com/12252), has covered all expenses for me to fly to NY to meet up with Meggerz & then for both of us to go to Greece on vacation for 2 weeks this summer.

I know, sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it? I was skeptical when she first told me about it but I have received my FIRST CLASS tickets to NY & Greece! This guy doesn’t fuck around. He’s treated Meggerz to a couple of these extravagant vacations before so she knew it was for real even when I doubted him. It’s all about the financial domination for him.

So although I’ll be in NY for a few days & I know there are many fans who would like to session with me, I don’t want to be inside a hotel room sessioning the whole time. I love New York & I want to experience it! I already have at least a couple of very generous fans there who want to take me shopping & out on the town, who just want to be in my presence. That’s perfect. I won’t be accepting any 1 hour standard sessions. My time is too limited & valuable. If you really want to see me & you’re willing to make it worth my while, you can throw your hat in the ring via email. Aim to impress.

As for Greece…well, it’s a vacation for Meggerz & I. I wouldn’t rule out seeing a fan under the right circumstances but again, no standard 1 hour sessions. You can propose something via email.

On a side note: I will be doing a big push on filming the first 3 weeks of July in VANCOUVER (before I go on vacation). If you are in Vancouver early/mid July & want to volunteer, I can always use stunt cocks for hand job vids: BIG cocks that cum a lot. I can use loose ass’s to fuck with big toys. Maybe a few other things too. Face not required. You can be headless. Ha ha. Model release/ID for age verification req’d.

Cheers!

Mistress T

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What’s your story?

I had an interesting conversation with someone this week who has a theory that many of those who are into certain fetish or BDSM activities are subconsciously trying to heal old wounds.

What are you into? And WHY?

What are you into? And WHY?

I have specific examples of clients who developed their fetishes based on things that happened when they were young. Not always a negative event, but sometimes. I often ask kinksters who cross my path how they got into what they’re into. I’ve heard many fascinating stories. For example: There is certainly a common theme of guys into humiliation having endured a lot of bullying, rejection or humiliation when they were younger.

Many people say that a person’s sexuality is “hard wired” implying they’re born that way…which I believe is true about sexual orientation, but not so much about fetishes. I don’t think you’re born with a foot fetish, for example. Something usually triggers it. Maybe a hot babysitter making you sniff her dirty feet as punishment at just the right age.

Sometimes one thing leads to another…an interest in being verbally humiliated by women leads to humiliating activities like licking mud off of boots, eating cum, or even more painful activities like getting kicked in the balls. Sometimes the fetishist keeps seeking a greater high or thrill in being humiliated or bullied by women. Sometimes they get ideas from surfing porn on the internet. In an aroused state they stumble across something new & ka-pow, now THAT does it for them too. So one should really go way back to the beginning & try to find the root of the fetish. How it all began. I encourage you all to do that if you haven’t done so already.

I’ve also been watching a show called The Shield and there’s a scene where a straight male cop is made to suck cock at gun point. He’s really messed up by the event and eventually finds himself aroused by rape, then plays out rape fantasies with an escort. It seems for him this is a kind of therapy, a way of processing what happened to him. The timing was interesting for me as it came in the same week as this conversation about healing old wounds through kink play.

I’m a big advocate of acceptance & whatever happens with or between consenting adults is fine. It doesn’t really matter how you got into what you’re into as long as no one is getting hurt (against their will). Being self aware is good and knowing that you’re not alone. I’m pretty sure people who are ONLY into vanilla sex are the minority & the majority of people have at least somewhat deviant fantasies. It doesn’t mean you’re broken, but it can be interesting to figure out how you became the way you are. I encourage you to make a comment here & share your story with your community.

Best,
Mistress T

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Blinded, so you can see…

Why this pic? Because he's wearing sunglasses (like a blind guy)...but also because his character helped many of us to empathize with someone (a 'cook') we may have never thought we would empathize with. Walk a mile in someone's shoes...

Why this pic? Because he’s wearing sunglasses (like a blind guy)…but also because his character helped many of us to empathize with someone (a ‘cook’) we may have never thought we would empathize with. Walk a mile in someone’s shoes…

I recently took a friend to an interesting restaurant called “Dark Table“. It’s one of those places where you eat in complete darkness & all the waiters are blind. Have you heard of these places? They are also in other cities like London, Paris, New York & Montreal.

The unique concept is to give the diner the experience of being blind…to empathize with the visually impared & also to note how other senses are enhanced when you can’t see.

I was really excited about trying this place but as soon as we were led into the pitch dark room by our server I felt like I had made a mistake. Sitting in the darkness trying to get my bearings I even felt slight panic. I found my eyes playing tricks on me. I kept thinking I saw light out of the corner of my eye, but there wasn’t any. My friend said the same thing.

I felt around in front of me & identified a little plastic butter packet, plate, fork & knife. The waiter brought a basket of bread & offered us each a piece of bread. He did that by pushing the basket against my breast & holding it there. It was rather ‘familiar’ to have this stranger in the dark holding a basket of bread against my boob & I wondered how much of an accident it was?

My friend & struggled buttering our bread in the dark & I laughed at how this must look…but when I realized no one could see I gave up caring how evenly the butter was smeared.

When the salad came I found the food kept falling off my fork. I worried there was going to be salad everywhere like when a 2 year old eats & flails food all over the place. I then brought the bowl up to my face & started shoveling the food into my mouth. Table manners? Gone! I had food all over my chin & said fuck it as I literally licked the bowl clean.

All the while my friend & I are trying to carry on a normal conversation while also discussing the food & trying to figure out what we were eating. Did the blindness effect the taste of the food? I think it was meant to, and it was delicious but it wasn’t profound or anything like that.

The drinks came & I was surprised they actually gave me a real wine glass (as he pushed it against my breast). I half expected a sippy cup or something. I was so glad to have wine that I protected that wine glass like breaking it would have cost me a limp.

The salad was a surprise (& not just because he also pushed it against my boob) but the main course we chose before coming into the dark so we knew what to expect, more or less. The big plate of hot food seemed daunting when I realized the food wasn’t pre-cut into bite sizes. I brought a large chunk of potato up to my mouth & struggled to get it all in like an idiot. It was a fucking potato, I just needed to bite it but I was afraid that the part I didn’t get in my mouth would drop & cause some kind of carnage. I imagined it hitting the other food on the plate & splashing god know what all over me or it might ricochet off & hit my wine glass. There was no fucking way I was going to let that happen.

I struggled through the main course with food all over my face & hands even though I was trying to use my utensils. I had been going at it for several minutes before I discovered a green string bean that I had no idea was on my plate. I wondered what else I had missed?

There was still a lot of food on my plate (and everywhere else) by the time I gave up & let the waiter take my plate away. He didn’t touch my boob that time. Probably because he suspected it was covered in food shrapnel.

The dessert came & I only had one bite. I was full & tired of the struggle. It tasted too sweet. I just finished my wine. At this time one of the other diners turned the light on her phone for some reason & I thought there was going to be riot as the other diners yelled at her. My friend, desperate for information asked what I saw from my angle when the light went on. How big was the place, etc.? Hilarious.

We were led to a dimly lite room to pay the bill & then left. I’m glad I went & I would recommend it but I doubt I’ll return.

What I loved about the experience is that it got me thinking about what it would really be like to be someone else for a day? There have been movies done on that concept. Mrs. Doubtfire & Tootsie (men experiencing what it’s like to be a woman), Trading Places (The rich experiencing what it’s like to be poor & vice versa), etc.

Empathy is the capacity to recognize emotions that are being experienced by another sentient or fictional being. One may need to have a certain amount of empathy before being able to experience accurate sympathy or compassion.”

I encourage you to take a moment today & put yourself in someones shoes. Even better if it’s someone that you would normally dislike or judge. A different gender, sexual orientation, race, economic position, weight, health, etc. There are always going to be people who have it better than you & people who are going to have it worse…and you can always find something to feel thankful for. A dose of empathy & gratitude is a good thing *smile*.

Best,
Mistress T

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Spontanious LA Trip!

This will be one of those stories I will cherish in my golden years.

Less than a week ago my girlfriend & I were at the Lana Del Ray concert. We were discussing how we unfortunately missed out on the Die Antwoord concert a few days earlier. My girlfriend got a sparkle in her eye & started to check their tour schedule online. We decided to catch them in LA later that week.

I’m pretty busy with work & life in Vancouver at the moment so couldn’t really go for long. I knew I could stay longer in LA & make it a work trip, take some sessions, do some filming, but with my girlfriend with me I decided to just make it a quick, fun trip. I did post it on twitter, giving fans a chance to meet me casually. I’ve had a lot of great experiences meeting fans in person. I get to pick their brains & gather information to fuck with all of your heads! (insert evil laughter here).

So we got up at an ungodly hour & took a 6am flight to LA. We went straight from the airport to Universal Studios. I love fun stuff like this, roller coasters/rides, Disneyland, haunted houses, big, soft mascots *grin*. I love the creativity, a few minutes inside a cave or riding a boat down a canal, pirates, outer space, the wild west, a jungle, an animated universe, etc.

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After a great day at Universal (SO much fun! I screamed like a little girl on The Simpson’s 4D ride!) we went to the hotel my girlfriend booked. Frankly, I would have been fine with a Motel 6 but she chose a fancy place that felt quite decadent. I took some selfies for ya:

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We chilled for a bit, rested our feet, showered…then we got picked up for dinner. The lucky fan who had seen my tweet & applied to meet me was fantastic. He chose an amazing restaurant & the conversation was fascinating. He tributed generously for the pleasure of meeting the Goddess he’d been jerking to for years.

After dinner my girlfriend and I went to the concert. It was well worth the trip. Powerful stuff.

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Two sleepy girls went back to the hotel right after the concert (no crazy all-night partying stories this time). We were up early again the next morning to catch our flight back to Vancouver. 24 hours in LA!

Best,
Mistress T

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