I’m getting pretty good at this traveling thing. Like many things in life, you can learn to get better at it. With every trip I learn how to pack even smarter. I get better at coordinating my schedule. I figure out how to maximize my comfort & minimize my discomfort. I get more organized. I consider it an art form & I pride myself on being an excellent traveler.
I identified with the well-oiled traveling machine that George Clooney played in the movie “Up In The Air”. (Not a bad movie by the way, if you like Mr. Clooney, who is pretty much the same character in every movie….but I digress.)
This trip I was even more organized as I had planned on spending my last evening with my pal Samantha Mack screaming like little girls at Playland’s Fright Night (haunted houses).
Very scary night out with Samantha Mack (Playland’s Fright Nights in Vancouver)
All went smoothly. Samantha drove me to the airport in the morning, which is one of my favorite things: having a friend take me to & from the airport. When I take a taxi it’s just not nearly as much fun. There is something special about being sent off or welcomed with a hug at the airport.
I didn’t sleep on the plane as usual, but I watched a lot of TV which is one of my favorite parts about flying. I don’t normally watch much TV so it feels like an indulgence. (Johnny Depp’s ‘Dark Shadows’ is a fluffy bit of silly entertainment by the way. Without him, one of my favorite actors, I would have considered it rubbish.)
I arrived in London expecting one of my fans to greet me. I have been stood up once before by a slave who couldn’t make it at the last minute so ever since I’ve been very nervous about slaves no-showing.
He wasn’t there. He wasn’t answering his cell phone. I had mentally prepared to be disappointed so I calmly made my way to the Information desk to make other arrangements. I tried him once more on his mobile & was actually shocked when he answered and said he was there looking for me.
He was so nervous he could barely function. How a mid-20’s Muslim virgin ended up being brave enough in the 1st place to offer his services as a chauffeur to the Goddess he worships is a bit beyond me. That took balls he didn’t seem to possess.
He was sweet & I was very pleased with how thoughtful he was. He spent the car ride asking me dozens of questions. Everything from the usual like: “How did I become a Dominatrix”, to the more unusual like: ‘How to worship a woman’s ass’. It was at that point that I realized he was a virgin and I was delighted to give him lots of pointers to help him on his wedding night. Here’s some advice a bet a lot of guys could use:
Sex in reality is usually NOT like what you see in porn online. Porn is typically designed for men to jerk off to. The hard, fast thrusting & positions are designed to make your porn watching experience more exciting. In real life, you should care about a woman’s pleasure FIRST. Take your time. Go slow. SLOWER. Be soft & gentle, at least at first. If a woman wants you to fuck her harder she’ll probably let you know. If your new wife is a virgin too she is probably nervous as hell. Go slow & gentle. Take all the time in the world. Pay attention to how she is reacting and feeling.
Gently kiss & touch every part of a women. Don’t just go straight for her tits & pussy/ass. Kiss her shoulder, her neck, her tummy, her back, her hip, the back of her knees, etc.
It worries me that young men who learn about sex from porn are not learning the art of sensual love making.
Anyway. I arrived at Whiplash Towers after having a nice breakfast & picking up some groceries. It was like retuning home as this is my 3rd stay here. I love the view from my bedroom window:
Good morning English countryside!
This pic doesn’t do it justice, but I love the rolling green pastures of the English countryside. I see cows and birds. It’s so peaceful here. Well, peaceful when slaves aren’t in the building screaming & moaning!
I had a nap & then listened to Nikki molesting one of her collared slaves in the dungeon. It was great to see him again too. So sweet. Then I had a foot worship session with one of my slaves. A Hindu this time. A really big fan who has purchased hundreds of my vids over the years. It never ceases to amaze me when someone is THAT bowled over to be in my presence. I may never get comfortable with having that kind of fame.
It was great to see Nikki yesterday too. She is one of the good ones. A real stand up person. I’m honored to count her as a friend.
It was a wonderful first day in the UK & I slept well. As the sun started to rise, so did I. I could hear birds chirping. That was it. Today begins probably the most grueling schedule I have ever set up for myself. Nearly every day for the next 3 weeks is FULL of filming & sessions. I plan to update my twitter feed as I go along. Follow it here:
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xo
Mistress T