Strictly Speaking – With Mistress Karen

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.

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