Strictly Speaking – With Mistress Karen

It’s been a while since Candice left. I was going trying to clean up the place a bit. As I was putting away the chocolate covered long gloves that I had slept in, I started to get nervous because they totally looked WORN. Crap.  The handcuffs had scuffed the wrist area of the gloves. I should have never slept handcuffed like that. Also, the gloves had plenty of new wrinkles from wearing them and they just didn’t look new still. I started to panic and decided I have to straigten them up in order to get them back to “new” condition so I could get my refund. First, I found some shoe polish that seemed to match pretty well and I carefully touched up the areas where the handcuffs had rubbed. Then I put the gloves flat on my kitchen table, and started stacking all kinds of heavy books on them in order to flatten them out again. Jesus, this “Netflix” concept is eventually going to fuck me up. But for now, I think the gloves will be in good enough condition that they won’t question the return.

As the gloves sat there getting pressed, I started getting a little blue and lonesome. It was fun having Candice around and now the place was empty. To change my mood, I sat at the piano for a while. It started working.  I think they’ll take the gloves back.

Honestly, I am pretty easy-going but I really have a problem when people aren’t punctual. It’s probably mostly my own problem, but it just seems rude to be flaky.

So as you know, Candice was supposed to visit for the weekend. I was so excited to see a friend since I hardly know anyone up here in my new digs in Northern California. In my mind, I had the whole weekend figured out… where we would eat, what we would do, how we would play, etc.

Candice said she was going to arrive here on Saturday at 11am. This would make it easy for her to drive up from San Francisco after a leisurely post-breakfast departure. At 10:50am, I put the water on for tea. Of course I had already dressed (and re-dressed a few times) in the “perfect” outfit: kind of casually sexy. Though it wasn’t supposed to be any kind of official date, I was somehow nervous about setting the right tone with my outfit because I haven’t seen Candice in a while. So I ended up wearing a simple plum cashmere sweater with a ballerina neck line, and some camel corduroy pants tucked in to some knee-high, lace up riding boots. So the look was kind of casual, but still had that kind of an earthy, dominant feel to it.

At 11:15am, I poured myself a tea and sat on the sofa, not knowing if I should unpack another moving box or just twiddle my thumbs for the next few minutes.

At 12:10, I was bored and getting pissed. I decided to leave a note on the door and get out of the house to make her feel guilty. So I left a note, “Candice, I was getting hungry and ran out to a restaurant. Back later.”

But as I was walking down the front path, the FedEx truck showed up and the driver had me sign for 12 packages from high end retailers!! They were my “NetFlix” clothes and shoes. Wow. I suddenly didn’t feel like going out anywhere; I just wanted to open all of those boxes and try everything on.

So I poured myself a glass of Sirah, put on some classic tango music and started playing dress up. Candice was a vague thought and if she showed up, I would answer in whatever garment I had on at the time.

The clothes looked amazing and I was getting really turned by feeling all the couture fabric against my skin and the shoes were getting me pretty moist. I have a bit of a fetish for super expensive shoes with a towering heel. I guess they make me feel like a sex object and I love that feeling. My chocolate brown opera gloves showed up and I had to immediately take a little break, put them on and masturbate.

I was so ready for Candice to knock on the door. But she didn’t. I had gone through all the boxes and no Candice. How rude could she be. I didn’t remember her being like that. Finally, at 3:30 the phone rang and it was her. She babbled a litany of the usual excuses and I found her explanations really annoying. She said she was just leaving San Francisco and would be here in about an hour (which really means two hours). That was just enough time to get really petulant.

Ding Dong. The doorbell rang at exactly 5:30. I opened the door, now in new jumper, the opera gloves, and some wicked-high Gucci pumps that I could hardly walk in.

She was all smiles and babbling about how sorry she was to be late. Blah, blah, blah. She didn’t even dress up for me, but showed up in some jeans and a t-shrit with some cutsie saying on it. I didn’t even say a word. Instead, I grabbed her talking lips and squeezed them together to let her know that the babble must stop. I think I hurt her a bit because she jolted to an angry look. As I held her lips as if grabbing a duck’s bill, she finally settled down and I dragged her by the lips toward the bookcase where a thick, 8ft. chain was waiting. I ordered her to put her hands together, then I chained them together securely with a padlock. Then I took the other end of the chain under her legs from the front and went up her back and looped tightly around her neck, locking it with a second padlock. I could tell she was getting turned on. With the remaining bit of chain hanging from her neck, I took it around a post that is part of the room divider near the living room. I drew the chain in really tightly around the post, leaving no slack for her head to move. In fact, her head was in full contact with the post and it didn’t look very comfortable.

But then I looked at her there, and it still bothered me that she was so casually dressed. It was almost like she dissed me on purpose. Whatever. She had on these stupid Converse tennis shoes that really insulted me. Remembering that we had the same size shoe (6 1/2″) I left her there and went to my fed ex boxes where I found some 5″ Chloe wedges (probably the sexiest shoe I have ever seen). I yanked off her Converses and forced her feet into the Chloe’s. I could tell she was loving it… and those shoes. So there she was… chained at the neck to a post, that chain running down her back and through her crotch to her hands that were chained together in front. I liked her jeans a lot better with a big chain over them. And the Chloe’s looked even better on her than on me! Good thing my place is carpeted or I would never be able to return those shoes.

I took her chin in the firm grip of my glove, looked her right in the eye and coldly said: “Don’t ever be late again”. Then I marched out of the room, turned off the light and went upstairs to my bedroom. I changed into some schlubby clothes, went back downstairs, walked right past Candice and out the door because I felt like seeing a movie. I was hungry too, so I decided to eat at a restaurant first before the movie. After I ordered, the thought that Candice was standing in those high wedge shoes was getting me going again. Dinner was fair, then I was off to the movie, a romantic comedy.

But in the movie, I started getting scared that Candice might have to pee and accidentally ruin those shoes. I couldn’t take it much past the first hour, so I bailed on the movie to make sure Candice didn’t wreck my shoes.

At home, I played it cool when I came in the door. It was a relief to make a quick glance and see she hadn’t made any puddles. But she did look pretty drained from standing there all that time. She started to apologize, but I really wasn’t in the mood, so I strapped a leather gag in her mouth. Then I took off her shoes and put them neatly on the shelf. Phew!! I unchained her neck and led her by the chained hands to the bathroom were I locked the loose end around the base of the toilet. Nighty night. I switched off the light and closed the door behind me, ignoring her garbled pleas to be released.

Upstairs, I took a hot shower to wind down. After relaxing in my robe on my bed for a bit, I kept looking at the chocolate brown opera gloves and thinking about how much they turn me on. So I put on the gloves, turned off the light and handcuffed my hands behind my back. I really wanted to sleep like that. So worked my way into the sheets, hands still locked in those long gloves behind my back and I tried to sleep. I tossed around for about 45 mins before I finally was relaxed enough to doze off. I loved being locked like that. I loved having Candice locked in the bathroom downstairs.

In the morning, I was awakened by Candice’s sorrowful whimpering. I think she had learned her lesson about being late. My hands were still locked behind my back in those scrumptious leather gloves and I loved waking up like that. I made my way out of the bed and found the handcuff key on the dresser. But the gloves made it difficult for me to maneuver the key into the hole and I ended up dropping the key several times, having to squat down, grab the key with my locked hands behind my back and start over again each time. But finally, I heard that joyful little “click” and I was free.

As I approached the downstairs bathroom where Candice was, I started getting this rush of guilt for being overly harsh. I wanted to give her a taste of sweetness. When I opened the door, she looked utterly miserable and uncomfortable. Clearly, she hadn’t had a very nice night. As I unchained her, I spoke in a normal, sweet voice and tried to comfort her. She was so relieved when I took the gag out and there were impression marks all over her cheeks. I left my dominatrix personality out of the room and concentrated on reversing the harshness that I had dealt to her. First, I handed her a fluffy robe to change into while I made a protein smoothie as quickly as I could. Then I drew a hot bubble bath in the upstairs bathroom. I gently led her there where just slipped into the soothing water. The look on her face turned from anguish to exaltation.  After a few moments of letting her settle in, I handed over the smoothie, which she took straight to her lips (she hadn’t even eaten dinner). I sat on the floor next to the tub.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

And she started to cry gently: “Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a little traumatic. I really wanted to be with you.”

I assured her that we were “cool” and I that I regretted having given her such harsh treatment.

She warmed up to me and I told her that after her bath, she can put on something nice and we can go to a restaurant downtown for an omlette and some coffee. I left her bathside to clean up too, putting on a CD of some Keb Mo’ music.

After a while I came downstairs in some jeans and a floral blouse (kind of retro) and Candice was in her same jeans, a turtleneck and boots with a rounded toe and a stacked wooden heel. She looked elegantly hot, but comfortable at the same time.

We went to the restaurant and had some great girl chat ( FYI… hardly touching on kink).

Then we checked out an estate sale on the way back to my place. At home, we felt so spent from the night before that we decided to lay down on my bed for a little nap. I thought it was sexy that we were both still fully dressed. I loved seeing her sleep in her boots.

When we awoke, we both felt refreshed and a little melancholy because we knew she had to get back to San Francisco. We said goodbye in the driveway and as she was about to pull away, I whispered in her ear…

“Don’t be late next time.”  She smiled and headed off.

- Karen

I was going through online catalogs looking for a new bedside lamp when I meandered over to the Nordstrom site. Next thing you know, I was drooling over this straight wool skirt that had the lines of the 1940’s but had been updated with a little tighter cut and an earth-tone herringbone pattern. I could see that skirt with a crispy white blouse and some insanely high mustard-colored mary janes that have an extra thick strap across the top of the foot. Needless to say, I had to have that skirt. But… AKKKKK! It was $485!! Okay, at least I have good taste. So in an ultra masochistic move, I decided I could do without the bedside lamp and apply that money toward the skirt.

A couple days later, the FedEx guy showed up with my box. I immediately opened it and found that the fabric felt even better than I imagined. It was seriouly high quality with a silk lining over felt padding. I tried the skirt on, and even just with my bra, it looked amazing on me. So I grabbed my mustard mary janes from the closet and put them on. So now with the super high heels on (kind of a chunkier classic heel, not a stiletto), it looked like a million bucks.

The next day, I wore the whole outfit to work. It’s amazing how a high end skirt can give a girl some confidence. I really felt sexier and more powerful. It’s like how a little kid puts on a super man cape and they really think they can fly. Suddenly, all these compliments from both men and women were coming at me.

Four days later, the credit card bill came… and that skirt instantly lost its luster. Crap. So much for my self esteem. It was kind of like a bad hangover. Sure the night before was great but the next day you feel like crawling under a rock.

As I was making some tea to sit down and drown my sorrows in a Netflix movie, this major light bulb went off in my head. What if clothing were like Netflix! In other words, what if I could return the skirt, get the credit back on my credit card, buy a new skirt, wear it, get compliments, and return it and keep them coming just like my DVDs. Wow, I would never have to wear the same outfit twice. For that matter, I could order all kinds of couture kinky clothes from Neiman Markus or Barneys New York, let my slaves experience them (of course, I would need a slave for that first) then return the garments and have no credit card charges.

In a second flat, I was working hard to carefully re-insert the tag back into the fabric of the wool skirt. Luckily, I didn’t spill coffee on it at work that day. I sent the skirt back and prayed that the money would go back on my card. So much for the hangover.

The genie was out of the bottle. For the next 4 hours I was drunk with ordering from the high end web sites like e-luxury.com and all the big department stores. First I found some killer shoulder length opera gloves for $395. They are hot!!! Though I’m mostly dominant, I was couldn’t help thinking how sexy that would feel to be handcuffed in those gloves that have buttery leather going all the way up to my shoulder. The mental image of the steel cuffs against the chocolate brown leather makes me want to handcuff myself with my arms behind my back and sleep like that. I’m serious.

Then I ordered about 5 more skirts, each costing over $600 and then about 3 dresses that were over $800. Then it was off to BlueFly.com where I started creaming over all the shoes! I’ve never been able to afford thousand dollar shoes… until now. But I realized that shoes are different and are more difficult for the Netflix model because you can’t wear them on anything except carpet. That kind of puts a kink in the plan. But at least when Candice comes over on the weekend, I will be able to impress her around the house. If she’s tied up, I can visit her throughout the day in different couture outfits and she will think I’m the baroness that I feel like in my own mind. Or I can have her dress me in all the different outfits and shoes for a little game. I just have to be damn careful (or she does) because if I get a coffee stain on anything, I’m screwed!!! My formerly zero balance credit card now has a whopping balance of $14,215. Shit! Let’s pray I don’t lose a tag. I sure as hell won’t be eating any spaghetti in any of those clothes.

Boy, am I relaxed! Decided to check out this “country spa” out here in the wine country. The place was beautiful and serene and what followed was actually a bit of a surprise. My visit started with an outdoor shower that looked out over a garden, then I wrapped myself tightly in a kimono and waited in a meditation room. I was going to be served tea and didn’t really think much about it as I was trying to let go of a  problem at work. The tea arrived on a tray carried by a very attractive girl named Deborah and she knelt down in front of me (and she wasn’t even Japanese) and asked if she could serve me the tea now or if I would like to wait. She was definitely speaking my language now. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, I chose to have her serve me right away. I watched her delicate hands move expertly to pour the tea into the cup and then reaching out to me. I was getting a bit excited, but realized of course it probably wasn’t that kind of place. Deborah then explained how my first treatment, a “cedar bath” worked. I wasn’t really that clear on it, as I was a bit distracted, but I followed her when she led the way.

She took me to a large room with a huge square vat of hot cedar and enzyme chips and told me to get into the vat, cover my torso, and she would leave the room and be back to cover me more. Slipping inside the vat of hot wood chips was so relaxing and a very odd feeling. Deborah came back and proceeded to bury my whole body in the hot chips, except my head of course. It was really dense and my arms felt pinned. Kind of like being buried to the neck in sand at the beach (which also used to turn me on when I was little).

Being a switch, I easily changed gears from my dominant mental pose and let her take over. Each time she asked if I would like more weight of the chips, I whispered “yes please”. She would leave the room and come back every five minutes or so and swab my face and forehead down with cool wet cloths as this stuff really made a girl sweat. She would leave the wet cloth over my eyes and touch my lips with a straw, where I could drink cold water. This went on for 1/2 hour. She said most people could only take about 20 minutes, but I really wanted to make it last and I felt like I was somehow pleasing her by taking more. I was soaking it ALL up! I got really excited every time I could hear the door open, but couldn’t see her and didn’t know where she was or if she would speak to me or give me more water. After what seemed much too soon, Deborah said the bath was done and left me with a type of horse brush to clear the cedar chips off and it was back to the shower, where I cleaned off and took care of another unexpected piece of business, and I am not talking about the one from my job. I will definitely save my money for more trips to this place. I think I have discovered my new fetish for spa bondage!

The universe works in strange ways. Today I was getting a little blue and feeling a little lonesome in my new neighborhood which is 400 miles away my lifelong home in L.A.  Just when I was about head out to the mall to get even more depressed, the phone rang. It was Candice, a girl I used to play with from time to time in L.A.  Sometimes we would go out to coffee, but mostly, she was my sub and liked to be tied up and neglected.  Anyway, it felt so good to talk to her. She now lives in San Francisco!  We set up a time for next weekend when she wants to come and take a little abuse. Part of me wants to just visit and do girl stuff, but the other part of me wants to give her what she craves and deserves. Maybe I’ll find the perfect balance. Come to think of it, it would be kind of fun to chain her up and get all my unpacking done while she stays put. Of course, I could occasionally whip or clothespin her to break up the drudgery of unpacking. What I should actually do is stick a bit gag in her mouth and cinch her into a corset and posture collar… then have her unpack for me.

The thing that’s great about Candice is that she is classically simple-looking and beautiful at the same time. I would say she reminds me of a female local news anchor without the makeup cutsie wardrobe.

It feels good to know that I will soon have a friend visiting.  Maybe we’ll start with a latte first. I’ll keep you posted.

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Confessions intimes avec Maitresse Karen
(Titre original: STRICTLY SPEAKING ?WITH MISTRESS KAREN)? Documentaire télévisé
(Interdit au moins de 16 ans)

Film mettant en scène une icone du 7eme art / petit écran, Monique Parent ainsi que Maitresse Karen. C’est un documentaire authentique et mondialement connu  invoquant des sujets tel que le fétichisme, l’asservissement sexuel, l’utilisation de menottes ou de sangles, la domination, les habituelles cuissardes de cuir noir et la sulfureuse excentricité de la sous-culture SM.

Confessions intimes avec Maitresse Karen explore le monde intriguant du sadomasochisme, de l’asservissement sexuel et du fétichisme.
Dans un voyage a travers cette dimension obscure de la sexualité, votre guide ne sera autre qu’une jeune dominatrice âgée d’environ 20 ans et d’apparence a priori innocente et ordinaire…

Ce documentaire a été diffusé à travers le monde entier sur les chaines Tv et Câblées. En 2005, il renait sur une chaine italienne dans la ville de Vérone en Italie. Cet œuvre  constitue aussi une ressource pédagogique non négligeable pour les départements universitaire traitant le domaine de la psychologie.??Grace a sa touche d’humour et de légèreté, Confessions intimes est un outil imparable lorsque s’agit de briser la glace ou pour toute personne désireuse d’explorer sa sexualité et d’expérimenter de nouvelles pratiques avec un partenaire.

Par chance, Confessions intimes a pour héroïne une sulfureuse sirène, Monique Parent, qui sera votre hôtesse durant l’intégralité du film. Initialement sortit en 1997, ce documentaire est un portrait historique de la culture S/M au sein des quartiers de Los Angeles. De rares documents visuels contenant des scènes d’asservissement sexuel de l’époque sont aussi inclus.

Ce documentaire télévisé n’est à présent plus en libre distribution. Son acquisition légale ne peut se faire que sur ce site Internet.

Catherine Applefeld Olson a d’ailleurs écrit une critique plutôt flatteuse concernant « Confessions intimes avec Maitresse Karen » dans le  Billboard Magazine’s  (Publication de  Feb. 21, 1998). En voici un extrait :
‘Félicitation au créateur de ce documentaire unique qui introduit avec brio le sujet du
Sadomasochisme de manière intéressante  et raffinée sans pour autant rentrer dans un quelconque conformisme. La communauté S&M n’aurait pas pu trouver un meilleur porte parole que Maitresse Karen, délicieuse dominatrice âgée de la vingtaine et a l’allure a priori innocente et ordinaire. Elle constitue l’hôte d’un univers frappant de chaine et de cuir; et possède un charisme et une assurance digne d’une étoile montante de la télévision. Tous les recoins de ce milieu intriguant seront explores, en allant de l’asservissement sexuel, en passant a travers les accessoires, le cyber S&M et en finissant dans le monde de la mode, c’est l’ensemble des aspect de cette sous-culture qui seront dévoilés dans cette œuvre intelligemment mise en scène et a peine plus dérangeante qu’un film pour adolescent’

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Catherine Applefeld Olson reviewed “Strictly Speaking With Mistress Karen” in Billboard Magazine (Feb. 21, 1998) and wrote:

“Kudos to the creators of this unusual documentary, which manages to present sadomasochism as a compelling subject without being offensive and educational without trying to conform. The S&M community couldn’t have asked for a better spokeswoman than the delightful Mistress Karen, a 20-something dominatrix who looks like the girl next door. She hosts this journey into the world of whips, chains, and leather with the charisma and poise of a TV news anchor. While it leaves no stone unturned in the areas of bondage, hardware, cyber S&M, fashion, and just about every other aspect of this subculture’s lifestyle, the cleverly filmed tape is about as disturbing as a PG movie.”

STRICTLY SPEAKING WITH MISTRESS KAREN erforscht die geheime Welt des S/M, Bondage und Fetisch. Begleiterin auf dieser informativen Reise in die dunkleren Bereiche der Sexualität ist eine Domina in ihren Zwanzigern, die durchaus als Mädchen von Nebenan durchgehen könnte.

Diese Dokumentation, im MTV-Stil produziert, wurde rund um die Welt im Fernsehen und auf Kabelkanälen gesendet. 2005 wurde sie in Verona/Italien zum wiederholten Male gezeigt. Sie ist als wertvolle Quelle für die Psychologie-Abteilung von Hochschulbibliotheken genutzt worden.

Weil der Ton im witzigen und offenen Stil gehalten ist, eignet sie sich fantastisch als Eisbrecher für jeden, der in dieser Richtung gern mit einem Partner experimentieren möchte.

Billboard Magazine Das Billboard Magazin gab STRICTLY SPEAKING eine überschwengliche Beurteilung. Viele Leute haben uns geschrieben, dass sich diese Dokumentation vorzüglich als Hintergrund Video für eine Party oder einen Club eignet.

STRICTLY SPEAKING hatte das Glück, Bildschirm-Schönheit Monique Parent als Fetish Model präsentieren zu dürfen. Ursprünglich 1997 veröffentlicht, ist diese Dokumentation eine historische Momentaufnahme der S/M Kultur von Los Angeles. Sie enthält auch seltene Aufnahmen von Bondage aus früheren Zeiten.

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After feeling guilty about not being able to respond to all the email that is sent to me, I have decided to start a blog.

I recently moved to Northern California and have finally settled in a bit. It’s refreshing to have a new town, a new job and hopefully some new friends soon. It’s much slower here than L.A., that’s for sure. The only problem so far is my place here is much smaller than my old place and I am trying to find out what to do with ELEVEN PAIR OF BOOTS!!! Although I think just diplaying them around like art is a great idea, my boyfriend (who doesn’t even live here but visits on weekends when he can), thinks I might have a hard time explaining such a display of footware to potential new friends. Especially since four pair are thigh high boots that you just don’t throw on to go to Whole Foods, unless of course you get really bored and want to shake thinigs up a bit.  I’m thinking at least for now I don’t have to have anyone over here, so several pair of my boots will just line hallway, reminding me of all kinds of situations I have been in while wearing them, and anticipating some new adventures that are waiting for me. I’m really close to San Francisco and you know it’s pretty foggy and rainy up here this time of year. The perfect weather for boots. The perfect opportunity to check out a new scene, if you know what I mean.

- Karen

“Strictly Speaking” was fortunate to cast screen siren, Monique Parent, as the fetish model throughout the film. Originally released in 1997, this documentary is a historical snap-shot of the S/M culture of Los Angeles . It also features rare clips of vintage bondage. Monique was thrilled to be tied up in an arm binder and also loved trying to walk in 6 inch stilettos and a hopple skirt.  Of course, her dominate side really shined through once she put on the corset and thigh high leather boots.

You can check out Monique’s home page here.