Meet Me at Footnight Boston

Boston boys, many of you ask Me for private foot worship sessions. While I don’t allow just anyone the privilege to worship My feet, I do love foot domination and foot smothering. Or perhaps you want to just chat about your foot fetish while giving Me a nice foot rub – maybe showing off some foot reflexology skills? 😉

I am pleased to announce I will be appearing at the next Boston private foot fetish party (started by

More information on the Boston Foot Party website here!

Lovely Weekend

I had an amazing time at the Variant Ball on Saturday.  I donned a beautiful pink latex outfit from head to toe – wearing My big, stompy buckle boots that I love so much.  (I have a huge boot fetish, in case you didn’t know.)  The club was packed to it’s capacity and yours Truly was a shining star, as always.  After such a long day stomping around in those boots (I’d come straight from the annual Boston/NORML Freedom Rally in Boston Common, after doing LOTS of canvasing and awareness spreading of the upcoming ballot vote to decriminalize marijuana possession in Mass) and then parading around on stage,  I didn’t have as much energy to dance as I usually do, but I still jumped up there and Dominated My favorite pole for quite awhile.   A blonde cutie wearing an open leather jacket and nipple tape jumped up on there with Me at one point, and I spanked her with a riding crop in front of hundreds of onlookers.  It was pretty fuckin’ hot, to say the least!

I saw many of My friends, some that I hadn’t seen in quite awhile.  My gorgeous, favorite hottie was there too, and he was all over Me during My few moments out of the spotlight.   ^.^

On Sunday, My feet were quite sore, so Cykros picked Me up from work and gave Me a nice long foot massage.  Carrying 10 extra lbs underneath your feet for 14 hours straight might make them hurt a little bit, huh!?

Yesterday, My feet were STILL sore.   ben, one of My occasional humiliation bitches, met Me on campus with the Starbucks I’d requested, and rubbed My feet until I went off to class.  He had been at the V Ball as well, but he only got the chance to see Me briefly, so he jumped at the chance to see Me last night.

This evening is Boston’s first FOOTNIGHT of the year – and I’m highly anticipating it!  It’s been so long since there’s been a FN here – I really hope to see some familiar faces, but I’m looking forward to meeting new ones as well.  I’m still deciding what to wear – at first I was thinking eveningwear, but now I think I’ll just be pink, comfy, and CUTE, in some tight pink sweatpants and a white tank top.

BY THE WAY – My birthday is coming up next month, in case you weren’t aware!!  I just updated My amazon wishlist a little bit, but I still have some more to add to it ….

Needless to say, I expect HEAVY spoiling from all of you little secret admirers from afar, and wannabe or current servant minions.  🙂     Even if you don’t consider yourself a servant minion, you can still buy Me something to please Me on My special day – and remain completely anonymous if you wish.    However, keep in mind that My more generous givers often receive quite a bit more attention from Me, and My attention isn’t always easy to get!  ^.^

Well now, I’m off to start My day. Don’t forget to complete your assigned tasks today, minions! Hit those VOTE LINKS to keep My website traffic UP, up up!

boys are toys

Yesterday evening, I had one of My subjects pick Me up from work (yes, I do have a day job, morons – I’m not some lazy fuck) and give Me a nice, long foot rub. After 8 hours of being on My dainty little feet, I sorely needed it.

Of course, as this particular bitch is prone to do, he got all hot and bothered by My beautiful feet and cute little toes, and soon had an erection, which I disapproved of. He sheepishly looked down at his pants and said, “It’s big again…..”

I sneered at him and proceeded to give him a nice sharp kick to his balls. He winced and said “ow…”, but that wasn’t nearly enough. I kicked him in the balls a few more times, with much more strength before he finally keeled over from the pain. “I’m sorry!” he exclaimed. I told him to keep rubbing My feet, and where they were still hurting. When I felt better, I slid My shoes back into My sneakers and we headed back to My Palace. (Since this slave’s apartment was on the way home, W/we had stopped there so I could get My foot rub immediately after work.)

There was something else I needed Ari for, some minor unpleasantness that I was dreading returning home to. Earlier in the day, I made the discovery, that My cat, Damien, had killed his first mouse. I hadn’t noticed this immediately – I had first seen what I thought were some stray feathers he had pulled from one of his toys, sticking out from underneath his food bowl. So, I had ignored the apparent feathers for a couple of days, but as I reached down that morning to refill Damien’s food bowl, I got a closer look at what it really was. I was completely aghast – the mouse was lying on it’s back, and for some reason it was stuffed underneath the food bowl. I had noticed that Damien had moved the bowl around, but he does that from time to time anyway. For some reason I guess he decided to try and hide the carcass underneath his bowl. Why, I’m not sure, but it was very evident that Damien had been steadily gnawing at his kill – there was dry blood, and parts missing from the body.

While I was proud of My little One for catching and exterminating this intruder, it was also not something I ever desired to see up close. The image of the poor little mouse stuck with Me throughout My entire day at work, and it left Me with a very uneasy feeling.

But, that’s why Goddess put men here for us Women – to take care of such unpleasantries. Ari removed the mouse for Me, while I stayed in the other room. Damien, when he saw what was going on, became upset and rushed over, protesting with angry, cute little meows. He didn’t want us to take away his dead little plaything. It was awfully cute of him, if was able to speak, I’m sure he would have said, “Hey!! What do you think you’re doing!? Leave that there!”

I almost felt bad taking his toy from him….. but obviously it needed to be done. Apparently, it was quite stuck to the food bowl by then (I think it had been there for some days at this point), and Ari had to scrape some of the remains from the bowl, and off the floor. I was particularly glad I wasn’t dealing with it, after realizing how grisly the scene was. After removing the body, he cleaned the floor and the bowl with bleach, and removed the trash from the kitchen.

I sighed, much relieved, and thanked him before dismissing him.

And that, is one of the many occasions that I have been glad to have a stable of slaveboys at My disposal.

This evening I had Cykros bring Me a large coffee from Starbucks, since I have quite a bit of website work ahead of Me. He also brought Me all of the music composition software I requested that he find – so that I can begin to compose again once more. It has been far too long since I wrote any new hatred.

Well, I’ve got tons of work to do. For now, you should go and join My yahoo group/mailing list. There are more photos there, as well as information and orders that I send out from time to time. JOIN IT NOW!