Strictly Speaking – With Mistress Karen

Now that I’m coming down from the extended “vacation” of being chained in a dungeon for an entire month, I’m starting to feel a little more like my dominant self. First of all, I got pissed that the assistant I was paying to handle my bills while I was away screwed up and my cable got shut off yesterday. Bitch. That would certainly bring anybody’s dominant side back. So last night, I called up Candice again to drive up here so I can abuse her a little. She is going to have to pay for my assistant’s sins (even though they have nothing to do with each other and have never met). I can’t wait to see Candice (don’t tell her I said that!). She really needs to be punished. I just bought some new boots on my “netflix” boot service (the “Dionne” boot by BCBG – see below) and I’m going to make her kiss them for an hour while I drink tea. I’ll have her in a posture collar connected to a thick leather leash (the kind that feels like a heavy strap). God, I’m so pissed about the cable. Sorry Candice, but that kind of crap is just not acceptable.

Ciao, Karen.

Hello,

I know some of you are getting a little weary of my submissive side rearing it’s pathetic head, but don’t worry. I’m sure it won’t be long until I get back to the right end of the whip. Well, actually I prefer a riding crop. Any way, it turns out I have a bit of the “Stockholm Syndrome”.  You know… where a captive falls in love and identifies with the captor.  So last night, I was longing for that uncomfortable feeling of a heavy chain around my neck again. I guess a month wasn’t enough.   I crawled into my cozy comfortor on my super snuggly bed…  and then decided my neck had to be chained to the headboard. So I got out of bed, put on some 5 inch heels (Mary Jane’s), grabbed a heavy chain, crawled back into bed with my heels on, locked one end tightly around my neck and the other end to the head board post.  Ahhh. Now I felt comfortable. I set the key on the night stand and gave it a little flick to make it rest a few inches out of my reach. Feeling very satisfied and secure, I dozed off to sweet dreams. Then, many times throughout the night, I would be awakened by the tug and hardness of the cold chain.  Now that’s what I call a good night’s sleep. In the morning, I had to masturbate a few times before using my shoe to help reach the key and get myself out. I’m in love with my captor.  Fuck me.

Sorry it took me so long to finish my Halloween story. Anyway, at the office Halloween party, it seems that my “mistress of the ranch” costume was quite the hit. For some strange reason, the women in particular were very interested in my thick leather collar. One woman actually said it was “so cute”. I don’t know about “cute” but I do know one thing, when you strap a thick piece of leather around your neck with a heavy metal buckle, wear a classy skirt and riding boots, the room is yours.

About an hour into the party, and after a couple drinks, a guy from marketing was flirting with me and seemed to have all kinds of interest in my dressage whip. I wanted to fuck with him. In kind of a game, I ordered him to get down on his knees and unlace my left riding boot. Of course, I urged him playfully with the whip. And this was in plain view of everyone. People were laughing it off as funny halloween play, but some folks got uncomfortable when they saw how serious and dominant I was… kind of like… “Is she being serious?” The squeamish ones drifted to other parts, as if they felt too voyeuristic for this funny Halloween play. There he was, kneeling down and unlacing my right boot. The vibe in the room was getting really sexual and almost everyone left that area except for another couple that tried to ignore the innocent unlacing activity.

Once he had the lace completely off, I whispered a command into his ear. I told him to go in the bath room and tie that lace tightly around his cock and balls. He quickly disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later he returned and his trousers seemed to have a very large bump in them… which he tried to cover with his baseball jersey (he was a ball player for Halloween). Again whispering in his ear, I told him to go out and buy me another shoe lace within a half an hour or I would tell everyone about about our little game. And he was off.

Exactly 24 minutes later (and I have no idea how he did it so fast) he returned with the exact same brand new replacement boot lace. Of course, he still had that strange bump in the middle of his pants. I was pleased. By that time, a couple of girls had wandered over to chit chat with me since I was sitting their all alone with an unlaced boot. I told the girls, “I own this guy.” They kind of smirked in confusion. “Watch.” I said. Then I gave the guy a swat with my dressage whip and commanded him to lace up my boot. The girls were impressed when he jumped right down on his knees to do it. The blond joked “Maybe we should all carry whips for getting men to do what we want.” As they were chuckling and the guy was finishing the lacing, I forcefully grabbed the his chin and pulled his head in close, where I strictly whispered… “Every single time we are at a company gathering, your cock and balls better be tied tightly with that shoe lace. Do you understand?” He nodded. The girls watched in quizzical disbelief as the guy turned white and nodded in agreement to my command. “Get out of here. Can’t you see I’m visiting with these nice young ladies?” The guy shamefully disappeared. The girls were like… “What the fuck was going on there?!”

The brunette said “Wasn’t that the V.P. of marketing? He can probably get you fired.” “Yeah” I said. “I own that guy.” The girls looked at each other and their expression made it clear that they knew there was something sexual between me and the V.P.” But then again, all he did was buy me a boot lace.

First off, my credit card was credited with the return of the brown leather gloves! YAAAAY. Now I can order some new ones. Maybe I’ll go for the $850 Gautier ones. Now honestly, no matter how hot they are, they could never really be worth that kind of money, right? Well, on second thought, they might be pretty damn hot.

Anyway, as you know Friday night was Halloween and I have some rather interesting stories from that night. I decided to dress up as myself… well… at least my private and sexual self.

I work in an office with about 30 regular co-workers. Last year I went as an angel. I wish I had been blogging then because it was a pretty great costume, complete with a boned satin corset. The halo clashed with my real one so I left it at home.

But this year, I thought I would shake things up a bit and let them see a bit of the real me. Usually, I keep to myself at work and would say I’m not the most gregarious. It’s true we have to all work together all day, but I’m not the best at bullshitting at the water cooler.

But fuck it. I really wanted to go as a dominatrix to our company party. And knowing there was going to be booze there, it seemed like it would only be a matter of time until people dropped their guard and would be revealing their true submissive or otherwise kinky side.

My standard dom outfit was feeling a bit cliche as I was getting ready in the afternoon. You know the drill, my hair was up with a black chopstick holding it together. My neck was cinched into a high-end posture collar. I had a full corset and my black shoulder-length gloves with fur trim. Definitely an expensive look. Then on the bottom I wore a long black rubber hobble skirt and wickedly high lace-up oxfords.

But when I looked in the mirror, it really felt like a costume, like I was getting ready for a big scene or something. It made me want to just lay down and start playing with myself to some Philip Glass music. And actually, that’s exactly what I did.

So it was back to the shower to start over. While the water was pouring over my head, I came up with the perfect outfit for the office party.

When I arrived at the party, which was in full swing, I knew I had made the right outfit choice when I saw the heads turn. Not to be rude, but with some folks (like diabetic Dan) it doesn’t take a whole lot to get their heads to turn. But when Michelle and Sarah, the run-of-the-mill office hotties, take notice… well ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived.

I had on a camel colored A-line flowing skirt that went just below the knee… where it met my lace-up dark brown riding boots (the real deal from an equestrian store). Tucked into the top of the skirt was a crisp white blouse. I hid the skirt/blouse transition with a super wide (almost corset feeling) brown belt which felt sturdy and rugged against the white shirt. Can you say Catherine Hepburn? And to top it off… turned out the be the most sexually charged accessory I have ever worn. In fact, it ended up being an instant ice breaker, conversation starter, and object of verbal foreplay. Flirting abounded.

You see, at the top of my crisp white shirt was a classic starched collar and the front of the blouse was unbuttoned a little to give that feminine allure. But the elegant neckline was contrasted by a two and half inch wide leather belt that was strapped around my neck with a simple heavy buckle in front. It was actually a belt I was a little tired of, so after the Philip Glass music, I got an Exacto knife and shortened the belt to a little over a foot long so that it would fit snuggly around my neck.

Oh my God, it got more attention than any fetish gear I have ever worn in my life. Oh, and of course, I topped off the outfit with a dressage whip I held in my gloved hand. The gloves were short English riding gloves, kid leather.

In wondering about the outfit, people asked “Who are you supposed to be?” I invariably replied, “Someone you want to meet in a tack room.”

Now I’m out of time for writing, but I will create another post soon with some of the details of the goings on at the party.

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.”

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.

Mistress Karen is a girl-next-door who happens to have a dark side.

Mistress Karen, a dominatrix demands respect from a slave in the documentary “Strictly Speaking”

Mistress Karen, usually a dominatrix, sometimes likes to be at the receiving end of a whip as a submissive