Slave, where art thou?
My email box is bursting with session requests all of a sudden, most the sort of traditional one line missives with absolutely no information and giving me zero reason to reply... an odd spike.
What happened? Where were all of you when I had my dungeon in Pasadena?
I'm not really taking many sessions these days - without my own studio I'm fairly limited anyway, but I really like to have all of my toys with me so dragging them around town to someone else's (usually pretty lousy, unclean, and/or ugly) studio doesn't excite me. So many things need to be "right" for me to session in the first place, hence the reason that I opened my own dungeons.
Purrhaps I'm a bit more esoteric than many other Mistresses, purrhaps I'm just an egotistical control freak. Most likely a bit of both. I have great difficulty sessioning in hotel rooms, white rooms with some dungeon equipment in them, and ugly dungeons. Kismet was spectacular - red lacquered walls with high, black ceilings, and one room in bright blue with black accents. Dramatic black curtains divided the main dungeon space from the entrance and seating area. A full shower, changing area, and bathroom. Fully equipped with suspension, exotic accoutrements not found everywhere else, slings, bondage tables and cages... If this can be said about a dungeon, it was really, really nice. As soon as you stepped inside, something happened to you - you knew that you were in a different place, out of your everyday life, which worked greatly to my advantage.
I drove past there yesterday - I just happened to be in Pasadena, and thought I'd see what had become of it. I was expecting absolutely nothing - from the outside, it was a non-descript white building.
Imagine my surprise when I saw that it had been turned into a 98 cent DISCOUNT STORE - one of those local shitholes where they sell more drugs than merchandise. I got out of my car intrigued, and walked inside. The entire space had been repainted, my walls torn down and repositioned to divide the space into two - an outer retail space, then something resembling a sweatshop in back. And it was BRIGHT WHITE.
I walked back to my car and actually cried. It's been quite some time since that space was mine - I had experienced an horrific flood (the toilet had literally exploded because of shoddy work in another unit) and then had my landlord not renew my lease - but it was a really special place, full of amazing energy and memories, and I had been really hoping that some artistic soul had taken it over. Boy, was I wrong.
I think that all of my recent nostalgia for having a studio was reinforced by that - it was really a slap in the face (and I'm the slap-er, never the slap-ee so I didn't enjoy it). Purrhaps sometime soon, somewhere far away, my own little piece of hell will once again be available for BDSM fun and frivolity...
Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com
What happened? Where were all of you when I had my dungeon in Pasadena?
I'm not really taking many sessions these days - without my own studio I'm fairly limited anyway, but I really like to have all of my toys with me so dragging them around town to someone else's (usually pretty lousy, unclean, and/or ugly) studio doesn't excite me. So many things need to be "right" for me to session in the first place, hence the reason that I opened my own dungeons.
Purrhaps I'm a bit more esoteric than many other Mistresses, purrhaps I'm just an egotistical control freak. Most likely a bit of both. I have great difficulty sessioning in hotel rooms, white rooms with some dungeon equipment in them, and ugly dungeons. Kismet was spectacular - red lacquered walls with high, black ceilings, and one room in bright blue with black accents. Dramatic black curtains divided the main dungeon space from the entrance and seating area. A full shower, changing area, and bathroom. Fully equipped with suspension, exotic accoutrements not found everywhere else, slings, bondage tables and cages... If this can be said about a dungeon, it was really, really nice. As soon as you stepped inside, something happened to you - you knew that you were in a different place, out of your everyday life, which worked greatly to my advantage.
I drove past there yesterday - I just happened to be in Pasadena, and thought I'd see what had become of it. I was expecting absolutely nothing - from the outside, it was a non-descript white building.
Imagine my surprise when I saw that it had been turned into a 98 cent DISCOUNT STORE - one of those local shitholes where they sell more drugs than merchandise. I got out of my car intrigued, and walked inside. The entire space had been repainted, my walls torn down and repositioned to divide the space into two - an outer retail space, then something resembling a sweatshop in back. And it was BRIGHT WHITE.
I walked back to my car and actually cried. It's been quite some time since that space was mine - I had experienced an horrific flood (the toilet had literally exploded because of shoddy work in another unit) and then had my landlord not renew my lease - but it was a really special place, full of amazing energy and memories, and I had been really hoping that some artistic soul had taken it over. Boy, was I wrong.
I think that all of my recent nostalgia for having a studio was reinforced by that - it was really a slap in the face (and I'm the slap-er, never the slap-ee so I didn't enjoy it). Purrhaps sometime soon, somewhere far away, my own little piece of hell will once again be available for BDSM fun and frivolity...
Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com
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