Studio Kismet

Scene Music

2005-07-18T10:05:00.001-07:00

What do you like to listen to as you're being tortured?

I've been amazed over the years at some of the choices that some Mistresses have made for session music - loud, bangy things that have ridiculous screaming, or silly, obvious "scene" music (NIN and Enigma come to mind here).

I've always been an admirer of instrumental music as well as world music - I find that it's the rhythm, not the melody, that is what can best transport a slave's mood from the everyday to the extraordinary. I just hate songs for sessions. I want an extended soundtrack, not songs that begin and end, sucking the energy out of the room.

Instrumental comes in many forms - it's hardly just about classical music (which can be soothing, but is generally not rhythmic enough for my taste) - there is a lot of heavier, industrial instrumental music as well as some of the more gothic stuff that heightens the senses (without the annoying gothic female vocals - more on that in a bit), preparing a slave for some punishment to be inflicted.

I really like middle eastern and asian music tho - the rhythms are really incredible, and much of it relies on its silences as well as its tones. It is here that I will tolerate the occasional vocal, because I cannot understand the language it is not jarring to my ears.

I have some wonderful CDs that are full of middle eastern music, chinese music, indian drumming, belly dance music (!) that - when playing in proper order - create an incredible ambiance for a session.

I mentioned annoying female vocals for session music - there is one major exception to that rule. Enya. Yes, I know, it's not something that I listen to on a daily basis either. But when used specifcally for this purpose it's really amazing. After spending hours in bondage with mere whisps of music, slowly turning on Book of Days really is the soundtrack to the chrysalis opening and the butterfly emerging. Try it sometime - be conscious about your choice of music when you play - see what a difference it makes, how the rhythm speeding up and slowing down effects what you do. Yet another weapon in your sensory arsenal...

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Scene Music

2005-07-18T10:05:00.000-07:00

What do you like to listen to as you're being tortured?

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Dance Google, Dance!

2005-07-15T10:28:00.000-07:00

Well, thank you Google!

I went from a zero page rank to a 4 today on this blog... and my website (which has been around forever) is still only a 3 (ok, Google, maybe you are bastards).

Unless you have a website, you could probably care less about what a page rank is. But for those of us who do, you know it's a very, very important thing that makes it easier for like-minded purrverts to find you! Purrhaps I could purrsuade some purrverts at Google, through subtle and not-so-subtle manipulation that a manipulation of my page rankings (to oh, at least a 9 - for my 9 Lives) would be in order...

The funniest thing is to look at the Way Back Machine http://www.archive.org/web/web.php to see what your website looked like years ago... how things have changed. Before I started katja-minx.com, I had many other smaller sites advertising my wares, usually just one-page things with a few pictures, but I was always really aware of design. I was definitely one of the first Dominas to use this new medium - this is back in the days of Mosaic (ok, I'm dating myself here), just when AOL was a brand-new thing, and you paid for slow internet access by the HOUR. With a 14.4 modem. Not that there was much to see...

I have never, ever paid anyone to make a site for me. I'm proud of that - teaching myself how to use the computer and then html and then photography - so that my vision comes across as purely as possible. And yes, I do all of my own web work, I take all of my own photos, do all of my own updates, style all of my own shoots...

Can you say Control Freak? I certainly can...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Little Miss PSA

2005-07-14T14:53:00.000-07:00

Well it seems like I'm just a walking Public Service Announcement today... I'm always happy to pass along info about events/issues effecting the BDSM community, or for animal (especially cats, dogs, and big cats) issues.

While I can't say that over the years I've felt all warm and fuzzy and a part of any BDSM "community" (in fact quite the opposite - many folks that I've come into contact with in the BDSM arena have tried, and some succeeded, in stabbing me in the back numerous times), I really do know how difficult it is to get the word out about events, parties, or just things you're doing... so feel free to email your announcements to me and if relevant, I'll post 'em. I also put a notice up in my Yahoo group - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistresskatjaminxsdungeon - which currently has over 10,000 members, one of the largest Mistress groups there ever (at least it was for some time, I have no idea if it still is!).

I'm always trying to build up good karma - which is why I feed my local stray cats and post PSAs - to absolve myself of past naughtiness (who, innocent little me?).

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/

L.A. FUK

2005-07-14T10:44:00.000-07:00

You are cordially invited to:
L.A. FUK NIGHT OUT !!
Tuesday July 19th, 2005
7:30 PM - 10:00 PM
The Bungalow Club
7174 Melrose AveLos Angeles, CA 90046
Two blocks west of La Brea
323-964-9494
http://www.thebungalowclubla.com/

L.A. FUK, Los Angeles Females United in Kink, is a group for women who participate in the Los Angeles area BDSM/Leather Community/Lifestyle, regardless of role (Domme, switch, bottom, sub, slave, girl, boi, pup, Top, etc) or sexual orientation (straight, bi, lesbian). Transgendered people who identify primarily as female are also welcome. We foster communication, friendship and sisterhood by providing a place for women interested in this lifestyle to get to know each other socially and cultivate positive loving friendships with one another. Please won't you join us?
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LA_FUK

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Adopt a Shelter Animal

2005-07-14T10:31:00.000-07:00

If you've been looking for a new furry friend and are in the Southern California area, this Saturday the East Valley Los Angeles Animal Shelter is celebrating Animal Independence Day!

Saturday, July 16th
10 a.m. - 5 p.m.
Discounted Adoption Rates
Free Gift Bags for Adopters
Dog Trainers! Adoption Counselors!

Find a new friend - shelter animals are the best because they really need you and show so much love!

East Valley Los Angeles Animal Shelter
13131 Sherman Way North Hollywood
818.971.5007
info@rhala.org or visit http://www.rhala.org

Please feel free to spread this information to any others who might be interested!

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com

A time out

2005-07-13T10:24:00.000-07:00

Some days are better than others...

2005-07-13T10:20:00.000-07:00

Today I feel like a truck has run over my neck.

That's really exactly what it feels like when you have thyroid disease and you're in what I call the "Riding the Hormone Highway" phase. Because my body cannot produce the correct amount of thyroid hormones anymore (hey, can I help it if even my thyroid gland is yummy?) I supplement with synthetic hormones. The problem with this theory is that the human body is a finely-tuned machine, able to release and regulate the flow of hormones as needed. The pituitary gland looks around, makes a decision, and tells the thyroid gland what to do.

When you're only supplementing the same dose every day, you're bound to be out of whack from time to time (something I can be *quite rightly* accused of), and windpipe constriction, tightness, fogginess, and low blood pressure all result. That's me today.

I cannot concentrate enough to put together a proper posting today because of this... forgetting words as I write them leads to a pretty sloppy post so I'll make this short but sweet.

So here is my moment to tell all 30-something women (and men!) out there to get their thyroid function checked at their next doctor exam. It's a simple TSH blood test (even me, hating needles as I do, can handle it). It may save you years of trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. I have thyroid auto-immune disease, yours may be less serious, but most women will have some thyroid-related problem in their lifetimes, so why suffer?

You can thank me later.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

On Pins and Needles

2005-07-12T10:50:00.000-07:00

The Fetish Archives #2 - Play Piercing

2005-07-12T10:48:00.000-07:00

I should start by saying that I hate, hate, hate needles. Because of my thyroid disease, I'm subjected to an abnormal amount of human pincushioning and I hate it. I purrsonally hate pain, cannot eroticize it, specifically the pain associated with a needle being inserted anywhere into my body.

But I love play piercing slaves.

Ah, the feeling of a needle breaking into the delicate skin of the penis... the picture above illustrates the beginning of a long scene involving needles. My little devil horns were to illustrate just how hot it was getting for that slave that evening. It was late and he had arrived late (something I detest as I'm incredibly punctual) and I was annoyed. Sitting around in my vinyl catsuit, a new box of needles in my hand. Because of the issues involved I generally never kept a large supply of needles in my dungeon - I didn't want anyone to find them and think I was up to no good (especially when my purrposes were quite innocent - relatively speaking) - so I had to procure them for this evening specially.

Sitting there, fully encased in shiny black pvc, toes tapping on the cold dungeon floor. Finally, finally he arrived. Luckily (in this case) atmosphere meant nothing to this slave, he was only interested in the raw pain of the needles in his skin. No buildup, no special lighting, no music (except whatever I happened to be playing in the background), no incense. In other words, none of the things that usually make my sessions intense.

Just raw pain.

I placed a length of plastic underneath him and tied him down just because I always do - a slave in pain may lash out at me and this barrier of rope has saved me on several occasions - and then got right down to business. Starting with his cock, a long line of needles piercing horizontally down its shaft. Then moving to the balls, the remainder of the box being inserted, one by one, each one causing him to draw in his breath and take in the air slowly, his heart to speed up, and his skin being to moisten. Endorphins enveloping his body.

In his case, he stays in this position for about an hour. Then it's needle removal time! I instructed him to take a few deep breaths, then I hold the skin taut and quickly begin to pull out the needles in rapid succession. It's a final burst of pain and intensity (not to mention dexterity and aim - I have to get those little suckers back into a cardboard box as I pull each one out), and as the last needle is liberated I instructed him to grab his cock and masturbate, giving him purrmission to cum. Little drops of blood everywhere, and the sensation when his sweaty, salty hand touched his bloody cock caused him to cum almost immediately.

Looks soooo innocent in the picture, though, doesn't it?

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Appropriate Walking Shoes

2005-07-11T14:13:00.000-07:00

London Town

2005-07-11T14:10:00.000-07:00

So it looks as though I might be in London for a few days sometime in August... travelling for other reasons (other than just Domination, that is...) but may wish to see a select few clientele and/or shop while I'm there.

Interested?

Contact me directly - sadomasokitten@yahoo.com - it's been some time since I was last in London, I'm not so familiar with the Ladies there (from whom I could possibly rent session space) and would appreciate some recommendations.

I will also definitely be scheduling some time to visit the Vivienne Westwood boutique (yes shoe fans, you may be lucky enough to accompany me there and purrchase some shoes for me!) as well as some other fetish boutiques. A visit like this may include spending some time with me shopping then purrhaps either a session, a public spanking, or lunch... I will definitely take photos to share with the world of your adventure if you'd like.

So please send along (or post comments here) on where to go, what to see, and which Mistresses I really must meet when/if I'm in London!

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Not just any Mistress... a Pierrot ballerina!

2005-07-11T12:56:00.000-07:00

Blog Link Trade

2005-07-11T11:56:00.000-07:00

I'm always looking for links...

If you want to be in my purrsonal blogroll (and appear on the right side of my screen everyday) or link to my main site with a banner exchange (http://www.katja-minx.com/), just drop me an email:

sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

I think I'm one of the handful of real Dominas who create their own blogs, and post all the time... I've seen a few others (which were quite nice) and a huge pile of ones that were not. I prefer to link with other kinky folks either in the BDSM scene, or other alternative sexuality scenes... to give my readers something interesting to chew on.

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/

Yet another use for testicles

2005-07-11T10:18:00.000-07:00

The Fetish Archives #1 - Rack 'Em Up

2005-07-11T10:17:00.000-07:00

The scene pictured above demonstrates yet another use for testicles. After being tied down to the bondage table, the balls and cock are separated from the body by a tight tie (therefore making them of acceptable size, being somewhat pathetic on their own)... and then for my amusement, a bit of pool-playing practice!

I got to practice my aim (which is generally good, especially after striking the balls repeatedly with the end of my cane), and got to inflict a brand-new type of pain on this purrticular cbt pain pig. He came to me asking for cock and ball torture - nothing else - and would be happy so long as the pain continued.

We can do that.

The tight tie coupled with the constant poking and smacking (he had never had his cock and balls tied before - imagine that, a cbt slut who had never been tied!) produced some truly lovely bruising, which he enjoyed immensely.

Of course it lent itself to a lot of great one-liners - 8 ball in the corner pocket!

And my purrsonal favorite, "Scratch!"

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Boots on Ebay

2005-07-10T17:19:00.000-07:00

Anyone want to make me smile?

Here are some great boots I just found on ebay that I'd love to have... at a discount!

Black leather, nice and high, the kind that I wear everyday... good for stomping on hapless slaves, of course, but as I do a lot of walking (well, ok, a lot of walking for someone living in LA - nothing compared to when I lived in Boston or NYC) I need these kiddos...

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/
eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&rd=1&item=
3984837335&ssPageName=STRK:MEWA:IT

or just search for item number: 3984837335

If you want to purrchase these for me, email my new secretary (more about her this week!) at secrtrix@yahoo.com and she will give you all the details! Her name is Puss, and she lives to serve...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Opening the archives with a bang (and a whip!)

2005-07-10T16:45:00.000-07:00

The Fetish Archives

2005-07-10T16:41:00.000-07:00

Wow, I've been quite the photo-slut for a loooong time.

I've just been looking through my photo archives - print and digital - and it's really amazing! I've worked with so many photographers over the years, and then there have been the last few when I concentrated on developing my own photographic talents (well hell, I already had the model thing down after doing it for so long...). It was really fun to coordinate shoots, tie up some willing victims, put others into precarious poses... and then leave them there and get all dressed up in my fetish finery.

It's a good thing to be photogenic.

Pretty much all of the photos that I've posted (and that are on my website) are photos that I took myself - on AUTOTIMER! - with my trusty Olympus digital camera. Olympus, I'm sure you're thrilled to be having this product placement, having your fine products recommended alongside hardcore S&M photography - I love, love, love my Olympus. I wouldn't use any other brand of digital camera, ever. Back when I shared a dungeon space with another Mistress, she had a Sony Mavica - the hottest thing at the time - which took the shittiest pictures I've seen. But the camera had all the latest geegaws (even a nice lens), but somehow the pictures always came out muddy and unsatisfying (well to me anyway). Even before I had my present Olympus I had the "beginner" model from them - and it took far superior photos to the Mavica.

So if anyone wants to ever purrchase camera equipment for me, I'm an Olympus girl.

I'll be posting pictures from my archives here on my blog for awhile.... things you may or may not have already seen (as my photos have been ripped off all over the internet for a looooong time).

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Alas poor dungeon, I knew you well...

2005-07-08T10:44:00.001-07:00

Slave, where art thou?

2005-07-08T10:44:00.000-07:00

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

Here Kitty Kitty...

2005-07-07T15:26:00.001-07:00

Feeling Purrticularly Frisky

2005-07-07T15:26:00.000-07:00

In the spirit of my recent doggie post, I thought that equal attention should of course be given to the feline members of my purrhaps-a-bit-unusual BDSM arsenal:

Bondage. Of course. Only this time it wasn't rope that enslaved my client, it was pallet wrap. Thick, stretchy, and exceedingly warm. I rolled him like a giant jelly roll in an inside layer, then used my handy roll of saran wrap (which I always use on a paint roller - didn't I tell you that Home Depot is Purrverts Paradise and that most of us strolling the aisles are up to no good?) to cover up any areas that were still exposed.

Nice and toasty.

For about 2 hours he laid there on my dungeon floor, all cozy and snug as a bug in a rug. His head was wrapped as well, but his entire face was exposed. As I expected him to be encased for some time, I didn't want to have to go back and unwrap any portions if the pressure on his head began to cause problems (I'm just always *thinking*, aren't I?).

I placed a small pillow under his head (the one tha tI have that says "You Dirty Rat" in needlepoint), - which he didn't even notice. He had fallen soundly asleep, arms tightly tucked to his sides, legs straight out. He looked so peaceful.

Well, we can't have that, now can we?

One of my cats, Kismet, was a fat orange tabby (he passed away several years ago - RIP Kizzie). It is for him that my dungeon is named. He was a super sweet cat, very playful, and very large (about 20 pounds). He walked into the main dungeon room, started to purr and rub against my leg. I thought, oh, he must be hungry (he was always hungry), and left the room to open a can.

Something happens to cats when you pick up a can. Any can. They get so trained and fixated on what is inside, and really, really excited. As I said, Kismet was a fat cat, purrticularly well-fed and happy for it. So I opened the can of Friskies.

And then had a stroke of brilliance.

I put down the can, much to Kismet's chagrin. He followed me out to the dungeon area. Without waking my client, I turned him over so that he was lying on his stomach, then took my safety scissors and cut a long, quick slash down his back through the pallet wrap, exposing his spine. As he began to stir, I took the can and my spoon and placed a careful line of wet, slippery cat food on his spinal cord. The entire length, from the top of his neck down to his ass.

He had been in a deep sleep, and this woke him slowly as he tried to figure out exactly where he was and what was going on. I told him to relax, be quiet, we weren't finished just yet. He was still bound by the heavy wrappings.

Kismet didn't waste a second - as soon as I stepped away from my client he jumped onto his back and began eating... and I began watching.

I asked my client to describe the experience after it happened (as I could only watch from this point on to see if this would work as I thought)... He said that the cutting of the wrap was like a cutting open of his body - a sudden rush of fresh, cold air felt like a knife was cutting the skin itself. Then to feel the cold wetness of the cat food (which he couldn't really smell from having his face in the pillow - too bad, that would have been an interesting addition) dripping down his spine, and just when that began to register feeling a heavy, furry cat jump onto his back - his sharp claws "kneading" into his skin, his weight holding him down, the brush of his dense whiskers - and the most intense thing was the feeling of Kismet's teeth biting into each piece of cat food, and his mouth opening and closing as it did so.

Without knowing it (and without my purrmission) he actually came inside the plastic wrap right at the end of the cat food trail... just at the top of his neck, where his head and neck meet.

He's said that it was the most intense sensory experience of his entire life.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-07-07T08:54:00.000-07:00

London

2005-07-07T08:43:00.000-07:00

My thoughts go out to everyone in London this morning in the aftermath of the horrific bombings in the transit system...

And to all of my friends in London - please call or drop an email when you can - it's impossible for me to reach you and I want to be sure you're ok.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-07-06T12:16:00.000-07:00

Simple but beautiful bondage ropework...
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German Shepherd Bondage

2005-07-06T12:14:00.000-07:00

I love, love, love, love bondage in all of its many forms. Rope, wrap, leather, latex, even forced German Shepherd bondage (more about that in a minute), it's all good.

Especially rope fascinates me, it always has, and it's something that I've developed over the years - using traditional sources and techniques mixed with my own experimentation. I also knit, as anyone who has worked alongside me at any of the commercial dungeons where I have plyed my trade can attest, and this also fuels my bondage fires.

The sense of complete control over someone - restricting their breath, their movements - is powerful indeed, and something that I'd generally incorporate into most sessions, even if it was not the main focus.

Until a few years ago, I had an amazing German Shepherd - he was a massive dog, about 125 pounds, all muscle. Furry, gorgeous, and fiercely intelligent, I could walk the streets of NYC in the middle of the night with my dog at my side, no leash required, and he wouldn't so much as look off to the side as we walked, stride for stride. Intimidating? You betcha - folks would jump off the sidewalk to clear a path for this mighty beast. Sweet? Well not exactly - super sweet with me, guarded with strangers, dominating with other dogs. Answered to commands primarily in German. In other words, the absolutely right kind of animal you want to have by your side in this crazy world.

His name was Schnuff.

I would occasionally bring Schnuff with me into sessions - he has assisted in the training of many human "puppies"... that's a story for another time... and provided the right level of intimidation and realism that many of my sessions required.

Schnuff was exceedingly obedient and intelligent - it was simply impossible to train him to do stupid parlour tricks, he simply wasn't interested. He would look me in the eye as if to say "Oh come on, that's sooooo undignified"... yet still picking up the task if I insisted.

I generally had Schnuff somewhere in my dungeon in case of emergency. I'd be willing to bet that 99% of my clients had no idea.

Schnuff was involved in many sessions over the years, but one purrticular session sticks out as purrticularly special:

I had a bondage client alone in my dungeon. His first time with me. He was someone who was experienced, but not as experienced as he had let on (why do clients lie about their level of experience? why do we lie when we go to the doctor?), and after spending over an hour enveloping him in a web of rope and placing him into a leather bodybag, he had started to complain. To bitch, to whine, to start trying to manipulate me into untying here, loosening there....

Now I understand that a lot of clients are a bit like spoiled, prissy children - other "Mistresses" have let them get away with a lot, or they have been able to direct their sessions - but I'm a bit of a hardass. A Dominant. A Top.

The more he complained, the more irritated I got. He kept trying to untie himself (a challenge to me - "oh, I've never been in inescapable bondage, no one has ever been able to do that to me"), and instead Houdini managed to not only mess up my beautiful rope web but make the bonds even tighter! I wasn't willing to cut my beautiful ropes (I only do so in a medical emergency), so I bitch-slapped him and started to untie the ropes myself.

But first I called over Schnuff.

Schnuff sat next to me and looked down at my client. The look in my client's eyes was really priceless - not only was he afraid of dogs, but this one looked like he meant business. When he started to protest again, I stuck a towel in his mouth (thou doth protesteth too much, my dear) and got back to a neat, orderly, untying. The layers of rope came loose slowly (he had fucked it up royally by pulling and struggling), but as he couldn't bitch anymore with that towel in his mouth, I didn't feel purrticularly stressed about loosening him quickly. Once the ropes were completely off, he stood up quickly and again launched into his tirade that "he couldn't be held, had never been in inescapable bondage" and that I was just as bad at this as every other Mistress he had ever seen....

Now, some dogs are trained to not let someone in the house. A good technique to be sure, but still there are determined intruders who might try to get past even a good dog with a big steak, or some other treat.

Schnuff was trained to not let someone leave.

Even without my asking, Schnuff moved into position, slowly and non-aggressively, walking slowly toward my client who backed toward the corner.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked.

He complained again, this time including my dog. Who did I think I was, I couldn't be really dominant, blah blah blah...

So I instructed Schnuff not to let him leave.

Schnuff sat there, and every time my client tried to make a move away from the wall, he merely lifted his lip a tiny bit and let out the lowest, deepest slight growl. My client shrunk back against the wall.

"The more you complain, the longer I'll have him keep you there", I told him. And I sat down, pulled out a magazine, and began to read. About 30 minutes passed, the magazine was now fully absorbed, and I walked into the other room of my dungeon. Schnuff didn't move even a muscle, one ear turning toward the sound of my walking away was his only reaction.

"Don't leave me here!" my client screamed... "Not with this dog"!

"So, then you agree that you cannot escape from this bondage?" I said. "Schnuff doesn't have any other plans for the day, he can stay as long as you can".

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I agree! Inescapable bondage! I can't escape! Now get this dog away from me!!!!". He was actually crying now.

You can only begin to imagine how much I loved this. I called Schnuff, and he ran to my side, turned around, and sat down right next to me. I instructed my client to get dressed and get the hell out of my dungeon. Still crying and now sweating, he put on his clothes. Schnuff and I watched. When he was finished, I told him to get down on his hands and knees and crawl out of my dungeon - that this was the only thing that would not ignite my dog's chase-and-kill instinct, and that even my dog had proved that he was the better man. Quickly, obediently, my client dropped to his knees and began to crawl toward the door.

"The first truly Dominant woman I've ever met. Thank you, Mistress", he muttered as he opened the door and crawled toward the street.

It was a big Snausage day for Schnuff. He earned it!

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-07-05T10:58:00.000-07:00

Give a girl the right pair of shoes...

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It really comes down to shoes...

2005-07-05T10:55:00.000-07:00

Wow, I don't think I've had a long weekend in posting since I started this blog a few months ago...

Alas, no holiday pictures featuring slaves with firecrackers up their ass, but the sky was lit up over Los Angeles anyway... in my neighborhood it's like Baghdad - the entire weekend, every night until after midnight, some idiot was either firing a gun into the air or lighting off crappy fireworks that are more bang than flash.

Scared my cats like you wouldn't believe. I had cats scrambling to get deep inside my shoe closet (which was kind of hilarious) - a big fat, red tabby diving nose-first into a pile of un-boxed stilettos, a black Siamese pushing clear shoe boxes out of the way to make a kind of plastic fort, a gray and white spotted furball following behind the red tabby as he cleared the path, and a brown and white tabby flattening herself as much as cat-ly possibly...nothing like a bunch of shoes to protect you from all the evils of the world.

My thoughts exactly.

Katja Minx
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2005-07-01T14:38:00.000-07:00

The Passing of Bob Zak

2005-07-01T11:32:00.000-07:00

I knew Bob in New York City, where he was beloved by many of the Mistresses of many of the professional dungeons as the guy with the latex - he always had a trunk full of the finest pieces from Demask and always gave us amazing deals, which kept the ladies well-dressed for many years.

The outfit in the above photo was one of the first real latex outfits I ever purchased, and probably was one of the most expensive. When I was at the Nutcracker Suite in NYC, Bob sold me that outfit for a fraction of it's cost, and I still have it, lovingly stored.

I was not in touch with him here in Los Angeles, where he had started GwenMedia, and I am not affiliated with that company. But it is a very sad day for all, and my condolences to all of his family, friends, and cohorts.

****************************************

It is with great sorrow that the GwenMedia family announces the passing of company founder, Robert Zahurak, known to friends as Bob Zak.

Robert's body was found at the GwenMedia Studios in the San Fernando Vallery, Monday evening, June 27th. Late for a dinner engagement, calls to him went unanswered, which prompted concern. Bob was 51 years of age. Cause of death has been attributed to heart failure.

He will be greatly missed by one and all.The entire GwenMedia staff wishes to extend their thanks to everyone who has telephoned or e-mailed their condolesences. It was Bob's wish that the video/DVD company he created continue strongly in his absence, which it will. A planned memorial service will be announce as soon as date and location is secure.

Please look to GwenMedia.Com for further details.

Katja Minx
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2005-07-01T10:42:00.000-07:00

A special kind of cooking...

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4th of July Weekend

2005-07-01T10:19:00.000-07:00

My original plan was to try to schedule a photoshoot with a slave with a lit firecracker up his ass.

I know, I know, not really safe. Not really sane. Probably not even consensual.

But it would have been really fun. I've never had anything go horribly wrong during a photoshoot, so my track record is quite good. I'm pretty fast - especially in heels - so I couldn't imagine it actually exploding before I got to it.

(insert a healthy dose of sarcasm here - just a bit of holiday fun)

So while I got carried away thinking about this, I managed to not do any holiday shoots at all. Which is a shame during this time of purrsecution of the adult industry and all. I'm sure that someone out there has shot some naked girls in Uncle Sam hats so all is not lost. And as long as they're not being "sexually suggestive" (whatever that means) they probably won't be prosecuted.

On this July 4th upcoming weekend, it's just been announced that Sandra Day O'Connor is resigning from the Supreme Court, Rehnquist is most likely next. This is going to become a very scary country kittens -- with two potential appointments to the high court by the current administration....

I'll be firing up the BBQ this weekend along with everyone else - except my nourishment of choice is veggie dogs, sweet corn (roasted in foil with fresh herbs), and fresh okra (skewered and bathed in chinese sweet and sour sauce). And lots of fresh iced green tea as I'm the designated driver (yes, having a control freak like me is a good thing when you'll be drinking).

Enjoy, all.

Katja Minx
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2005-06-30T12:12:00.000-07:00

No technology required... knitting experience, however, is helpful

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Technology Rant

2005-06-30T12:06:00.000-07:00

Grrr....

As much as I adore technology, almost to the point of geekdom, is as much as I hate it when it doesn't work properly.

Today, as I've tried for the umpteenth time now to get it to work on both a PC and a Mac, my little Dazzle card reader has let me down. Oh it lights up all right, plugs in like a champ, gives me the impression that all is well in card-reader-land. But then when I slide in the Smart Media card... nothing.

I try again and again, first sliding the card in gently then more forcefully, carefully wiping off it's surface, and first laying blame on a faulty old 128 mb card. But then just as a test, I slide the card back into my trusty Olympus... and it works fine!

So it's the evil Dazzle out to ruin my day. In a bit of misguided rage, I threw it across the room. With nothing significant to hit, it just plopped to the floor. I picked it up gingerly, brought it back to the computer, and plugged it in.

And once again, it taunted me with its little green light - on.

Bastard.

Katja Minx
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2005-06-29T12:24:00.000-07:00

Lady of Leather
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Contestants for SoCal Leather Woman Contest

2005-06-29T12:20:00.000-07:00

Do you know a Leatherwoman who is a risk-taker? A thrill-seeker? Who wants alittle edge play in her life? Who is interested in meeting just about everybodyin the BDSM/Leather community?

Seen the press releases? Heard the buzz? There’s a new women’s contest in town,a different kind of title. Do you know someone who could be the next SouthernCalifornia LeatherWoman ?

Southern California LeatherWoman Contest
Saturday, August 6, 2005
Passive Arts Studios at 10914 So. La Cienega Bl in Los Angeles
Just East of LAX, at the 405 and 105 Freeways
For applications and more details: www.SouthernCaliforniaLeatherWoman.com

Submission deadline date is July 15, 2005

Everyone in the community is invited to attend the Southern CaliforniaLeatherWoman Contest.

Instead of judges, it is WE, men and women of thebdsm/leather community, on the night of the contest, who will select the womanwe feel best represents us, and is best able to connect all of us and ourorganizations. Be there!

~*~ SCHEDULE OF EVENTS ~*~
5 p.m. Buffet Meet and Greet
7 p.m. Competition
8:30 p.m. Fashion Show by Octaviana
9 p.m. Play Party featuring pansexual, women-only, and men-only play spaces

Admission price: $30 includes all of the above.
Host Hotel: The Clarion Hotel near LAX at 5249 West Century BlvdRoom rates are$73.00 per night if reserved at least two weeks prior to the event.
Phone1-800-266-2200 or 1-310-695-3277 and mention SoCal Leather Productions to get the special room rate.
The Clarion is one mile from the contest venue PassiveArts Studios and just off the 405 and 105 freeways.

For more information, visit www.SouthernCaliforniaLeatherWoman.com or write to socalleatherproductions@yahoo.com.

Have questions about what a Leather Title is all about? Or questions about whatis expected of the contestants and Title Winner of Southern CaliforniaLeatherWoman? Write to Ms. Duff Roberts, Producer of Southern CaliforniaLeatherWoman at socalleatherproductions@yahoo.com

Katja Minx
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Hm... Now Blogrolling is up

2005-06-29T11:34:00.000-07:00

Literally as soon as I posted the message about it being down it came back up (damn, I'm powerful)... but I still can't access their main site.

So we shall see.

What I'm watching in the meantime (and oldie but one that bears repeating):
http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=catdrum

Katja Minx
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Hm... Now Blogroll is up

2005-06-29T11:30:00.000-07:00

2005-06-29T11:25:00.000-07:00

Thinking feather-y thoughts about working websites...

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Looks like Blogrolling is down...

2005-06-29T11:20:00.000-07:00

Just as I was checking in to take a look at my blog, it looks like Blogrolling (www.blogrolling.com), the folks that I use to keep track of all of my links, has gone down. I tried to contact them yesterday because I couldn't add any new links - I assume there is a larger problem.

Luckily - for once - I remembered to take a backup of all of my reciprocal links. So if Blogrolling is out of commission or has longer-standing issues, I'll put them all back up as hardlinks.

That will be a huge pain in the ass. Someone had better send me a present (some shoes? makeup? cash?) or I'll get really cranky...

Katja Minx
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2005-06-29T10:44:00.000-07:00

An example of how to smoke seductively...

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Smoking, a filthy habit

2005-06-29T10:41:00.000-07:00

I'd probably be accused of having slightly more filthy habits than most people - yes I already know that and it's most likely true - but smoking is definitely one of the filthier ones (that I'm willing to talk about in a public forum). While I'm not much of a smoker these days, I've made quite a bit of cash from selling photos of myself smoking.

There is something undeniably sexy about watching someone smoke - seductively. Others have made that blanket statement without the qualifying word, which is "seductively". Take a look around when you're in a group of smokers (less easy to find these days, especially here in the US, but you can still find 'em if you look hard enough). For the most part, I wouldn't say that watching most people smoke is sexy. Unless they're "working it", it's not a sexy habit.

I've never been serious about my smoking... I'm a lightweight in that arena (Capri 120s, mostly), and only on occasion these days. Plus, here in Los Angeles, where is there that it's still legal to actually smoke? You can't smoke inside, can't smoke in bars or restaurants, can't smoke on the beach, can't smoke in basically any public places....

I guess that's one way to quit.

Katja Minx
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2005-06-28T12:07:00.000-07:00

Fetish DIY
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Pedicures

2005-06-28T12:05:00.000-07:00

I'm one of those odd creatures who absolutely cannot stand to get a professional pedicure. I can hear the groans from here - but it's so relaxing, so nice, so pampering to have someone else at your feet filing off the world's grunginess and painting your toes pretty colors. I see women every day here in Los Angeles reclining on these big overstuff chairs like bleached whales (pun intended), with their tiny barnacles (generally Asian women pedicurists) attending to their extremities. Large shopping bags spilling all over, and the advanced Starbucks coffee balancing act.

I hate it * I hate it * I hate it

As much as I have enjoyed foot worship, I cannot sit still for a pedicure. Foot worship is a different animal altogether, someone at my feet because they believe that's where they should be, someone at my feet simply because they adore and are aroused by the scent of female feet, someone at my feet licking the dirt off of my soles because they have been ordered to do so and the humiliation of purrforming degrading acts turns them on... I have spectacularly long toes which are very flexible (and come in handy for toe pinching).

Despite my aversion to the professional pedicure, I do like to take care of my feet and keep my toes in tip-top shape, but I do it myself. There is nothing in the world like a nice warm bubble bath, then some moisturizing lotion really rubbed in (not just rubbed on), then some filing and scratching, and then the painting.

And on this I am a classicist - I always go for red.

Katja Minx
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2005-06-27T16:24:00.000-07:00

A real Catwoman head! And some kick-ass silver claws to boot....

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Mistress Cat on My Head

2005-06-27T16:20:00.000-07:00

OK, how much do I love this?

http://www.catonmyhead.com

You KNOW that I'm making a "cat on my head" picture as we speak, right?

If you make one, leave a comment, let everybody know...

Katja Minx
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2005-06-27T10:23:00.000-07:00

Latex underwater!

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March of the Penguins

2005-06-27T10:17:00.000-07:00

OK, I don't usually cry at movies - I do try to keep an outward decorum even when they're sad or moving - but this one made me cry like a baby, I saw it on Sunday.

Yes, I'm a sucker for nature films, but this one was so incredibly well done...

http://www.marchofthepenguins.com

An incredible story about emperor penguins and their circle of life. Highly recommended (two whips up!)

Katja Minx
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2005-06-24T12:21:00.000-07:00

The Caged One...?

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Those Contained in Cages

2005-06-24T12:17:00.000-07:00

I feel restless. Like I want to do something crazy. Like I've been contained in my cage for too long now, and that quick dart to freedom may help me break through some mental blocks I've been carrying around for awhile now.

Creative blocks. Creativity. Lack of such. Inability to concentrate. Too many things going on at once to devote proper attention to any one.

Grrr.

As I look around my office maliciously, I'm thinking that maybe instead of planning world domination, purrhaps I should just go get some lunch.

That will do for today... but who knows what will happen this weekend when I'm free to roam?

(insert wicked, overly-dramatic laughter here)

Katja Minx
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2005-06-23T12:11:00.000-07:00

Land of the free?
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A Dark Day for the Adult Industry

2005-06-23T12:09:00.000-07:00

June 23, 2005

Today is the day that the 2257 regulations go into effect here in the US - and the day that many adult businesses will either shut their doors, move offshore, or have been pulling their hair out in order to get everything in order for....

Text of the new law is here:
http://straylight.law.cornell.edu/uscode/html/
uscode18/usc_sec_18_00002257----000-.html

An explanation of the changes are here:
http://my.execpc.com/~xxxlaw/2257Tables5.24.05.htm

If you are involved in the adult industry, please consider donating to the Free Speech Coalition: http://www.freespeechcoalition.com This is important stuff kitties, and will effect how/what adult materials your government allows you to see in the future.

Katja Minx
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2005-06-22T09:55:00.000-07:00

Mama needs some new shoes... have you been a bad boy?

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Boot & Shoe Slave Vacancy

2005-06-22T09:43:00.000-07:00

I am now taking applications for a new boot and shoe slave...

My most recent supplier of lovely heels has moved on in his life, to a place where he can no longer provide the regular correspondence and (most importantly) the footwear that was the cement in our Domina/slave relationship.

The qualities I am seeking in someone are:

Generosity - Shoe and boot slaves must truly adore their position, for they will be asked to procure exotic footwear for me, which is generally relatively expensive.

Regularity - This is a regular, ongoing position, and once a schedule is agreed upon I expect it to be fulfilled... whether it's a once a week or once a month arrangement.

Creativity - In the past, shoe slaves have chosen special pairs on their own, added special touches inside boxes that arrived (including extra pairs, special socks or hosiery), written poetry, and the like.

Each week or month as my newest pair of heels arrive, I take photos for you of me unwrapping the package, trying on the shoes, and modelling them for you. Sometimes I've even sent a pair of my worn-out ones to especially devoted slaves. It all depends on you - your level of devotion to the heel fetish, and to me!

Interested parties email me directly: sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

Katja Minx
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2005-06-21T10:50:00.000-07:00

What are you drinking?
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Be Nice to Pandas too

2005-06-21T10:46:00.000-07:00

Not as good as the koala joke from last week, but still amusing:

A Panda walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a meal. When the meal finally arrives, he eats it quickly, then shoots a drunk, and leaves the bar.

A patron walks over to the bartender and asks, "What was that all about?"

The bartender replies, "Look up 'panda' in the dictionary, pal."

And so, the patron retrieves his Webster's dictionary from his coat pocket and looks up the word 'panda.'

"What's it say?" asks the bartender.

The patron replies with a grin, "Eats shoots and leaves."

Katja Minx
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2005-06-21T09:08:00.000-07:00

Continental Torture...
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Accordion Torture

2005-06-21T09:04:00.000-07:00

The power of an instrument used as a torture device cannot be understressed.

Several folks have asked me about the accordion I'm holding on my website - yes it's mine, and yes I play, and yes I generally have a long Capri 120 hanging from my mouth while I'm doing so. It's a vintage Italian model, still in great shape with the power to bring slaves to their knees. It's not a schtick - I'm not punctuating one-liners with it - it's actually kind of hypnotic (ok, stay with me here) in that it's very rhythmic and makes the body sway as I play...

Basically most slaves are just so surprised when I pull out the accordion (usually after a heavy beating or during some electrical play) it breaks up any tension... also a great way to bring a slave back from "sub space" quickly and get them the hell out the door, when necessary of course...

Katja Minx
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2005-06-20T10:38:00.000-07:00

Whatta way to cool off...
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The First Day of Summer

2005-06-20T10:35:00.000-07:00

Where has this year gone? It's already the first day of summer in the desert of Los Angeles, and the heat is already oppressive. Earthquakes, heatwaves, mudslides, gee this really is a great place isn't it?

My disdain for LA has been well-documented, even taking into account some of the very amazing things and people that I've encountered while here.

The first day of summer of the first year that I spent here in Los Angeles was a memorable one... a longterm slave of mine, whom I had only seen previously in New York City when he was travelling, lived out in the desert near Palm Springs. A purrticularly generous slave, someone who I both enjoyed his company immensely as well as his gentlemanly reimbursement skills. A connoisseur of unusual bondage positions, lycra, and high heels.

I decided to make the drive out to the desert to see him for an extended session. A long drive to be sure, but as it was my first time driving out there I didn't really mind - I'd left early enough in the morning with my purrsonal slave (at the time) so the heat wasn't even that dreadful. I stopped at the diner with the T-Rex (where a scene in the Pee Wee Herman movie was filmed - I love Pee Wee - of course I had to go up inside the dinosaur through it's butt), had a fine, greasy grilled cheese sandwich and fries and continued out to my destination.

His place was just outside of Palm Springs, slightly isolated but close enough to town to probably be a part of Palm Springs proper. When I went to the front door, it was open, and he was inside on his knees in the living room in full lycra dress - catsuit that covered him from head to toe with only a ninja-style opening at the eyes. I was ecstatic, and directed my purrsonal slave to fetch some rope from the car.

My desert slave had set up a sort of treasure hunt for me - first I saw a large amount of blue rope coiled on the table. I picked it up, intending to use it, when I saw a note fall to the floor. It read - Thank you Mistress - with an arrow pointing toward another part of the room. Curiosity piqued, I looked in that direction to see a large box with a bow (how did I miss that when I first walked in?). Opening the box I saw a pair of exquisite high heels, black leather pumps with 7" heels and 2" platforms, the Demask ones that I'd wanted. Giggling with happiness, I put them on and heard him moaning. I paraded in front of him for awhile like that, as he stayed on the floor on all fours, until my purrsonal slave returned from the car with the requested rope.

I looked around for a suitable place to begin my tying. And then it was obvious - outside in the backyard there was a purrfect palm tree, situated between two others that were more delicate. I went outside to prepare my ropes and called for them both.

My purrsonal slave's job was to keep me shielded from the suns rays at all times - a black umbrella (with fringe, naturally) would do the trick. My desert slave stood at attention (in all ways, naturally) and steadied himself against the middle palm tree. I began by tying his wrists together behind the tree and worked my way up and down his body, encircling it in rope, and tying a beautiful web between his bonds and the two adjoining trees. Really beautiful bondage, not inescapable nor overly tight, just the kind that a true connoisseur could enjoy the feeling of restriction for many hours. No words were exchanged, just glances, and I could see that I'd made a good choice.

I had a plan - to leave him tied up and helpless - and to go stay at a local motel for the evening. I told him of it as I was finished tying - I brought him his cell phone and placed it near his feet. I would expect a call from him before evening, before darkness fell, saying that he had loved being in bondage and that he had managed to extricate himself. If I did not get this call, then I would come over immediately and untie him. He understood, my slave moved away the umbrella, I said my goodbye and left.

Back at the motel I sank into the hot tub and waited. Bondage is always a risk - generally I would stay close by to watch to be sure that nothing unpleasant or dangerous happened, but I knew this slave well and could leave him for many hours before. The difference now was the surroundings - his own home, helpless in the backyard, in a compromising position and outfit (to be sure), and the blazing sun. I had a light meal and a relaxing massage, all within reach of my cell phone.

Then the call came.

At about 7:00 he called. He had just extricated himself after several hours of slowly trying, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible, deep inside his head. He was drenched in sweat, and was going to jump into the shower with his catsuit on. He was walking toward the bathroom as he spoke. Then I heard a gasp of surprise. All of those hours spent in the sun had given him a nasty sunburn... mostly on his face around his eyes, so he now had a bright red reverse ninja mask!

I laughed and he loved it. It would be something relatively easy to explain to anyone who asked (forgot the sunblock one day and borrowed these weird glasses, or just sit out again and try to even out), and each time that happened he would be reminded of the day we spent together in the desert.

I was happy too, all went very well. On the drive back I got to stop at the outlet mall at Cabazon and spend much of what I'd just earned.

Katja Minx
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The First Day of Summer

2005-06-20T10:34:00.000-07:00

2005-06-20T10:05:00.000-07:00

Reading is fundamental!
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New & exciting reading for you...

2005-06-20T10:00:00.000-07:00

Here are a few other great sites that you should be reading... I'm wading through the world of porn, working my fingers to the bone, to find great things that will enrich your, ahem, mind...

http://missfuzzybunny.blogspot.com
http://www.fetishflame.com

You're welcome.

Katja Minx
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2005-06-17T15:48:00.000-07:00

Lady in latex
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A purrticularly interesting blog...

2005-06-17T15:44:00.000-07:00

For those who enjoy reading blogs, here's a great one I've just found:

http://www.latexlifestyle.blogspot.com

Enjoy!

Katja Minx
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2005-06-17T09:43:00.000-07:00

Catsuited bondage in progress...

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Experienced Domina & Shibari Artist for Adult Photographers

2005-06-17T09:38:00.000-07:00

15 years experience as a pro-Domina, very creative rope bondage artist... from very tight intricate work to classic 50s bondage styles, suspension and more.

Looking for someone to tie up models for bondage photos? I'm your gal. See my website for more details about me: http://www.katja-minx.com

I am an experienced dominatrix, fetish model & purrformer, and have an exhaustive fetish wardrobe of leather, latex, corsetry, boots & other accoutrements if you require me as a Domina in some photos (clothing/boots not for hire). I'm not a flake, I'm a true professional, and expect the same with those I work with.

I have hundreds of feet of colored and plain rope for exotic photoshoots and videoshoots, and can procure other colors for special needs. Fees are negotiable, depending on your needs and requirements. Travel is possible, with all expenses paid.

Katja Minx
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Finding a favorite BDSM toy...

2005-06-16T10:29:00.000-07:00

There's nothing like going through boxes of things that you haven't seen in awhile... since I lost my dungeon, I've had most of it's contents in bright orange and black plastic bins in my home, organized to be sure, but still in bins. (Bright orange and black because I bought them after Halloween, of course!).

Sometimes I like to just pull one down and start rifling through it, and this morning I pulled down one box that was full of bondage equipment and there it was - my black with red trim leather high heel shoe gag. It's a spectacular piece, and purrticularly effective. It holds the toe end of a high heeled shoe (the pointier the better) in place in a slave's mouth, then locks around the back of his head. Very humbling, especially for the hardcore heel fetishist. It works best with non-platform court type pumps.

Brought back some great memories.

Katja Minx
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2005-06-15T12:30:00.000-07:00

Slave to fashion?
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A slave's feelings...

2005-06-15T12:25:00.000-07:00

Recent writings from a distance-training slave...

*my feelings* by slave
i am at the threshold of a mixture of fear and comfort that i have never known before. events have been so uncanny, when they involve Mistress Katja Minx. first, there are the changes in physical circumstances, that happen when i am doing my slave duties to Her: these are *uncanny*: there is no other word for it. but when my reality is torn open and unexpected things happen, they give me comfort. i am not certain how to describe this combination of emotions, that are never combined in hum-drum lives. it is not a high-volume, high-amperage, state of reality. actually, when things are most uncanny they are cool, calm, and in fact just the right temperature and condition for comfort. an internet kiosk miraculously appears on a Saturday, when i am on vacation in Brunswick, Maine. a piece of software that has always perfectly done its job, telling me when an email is incoming, failed tonight--just when Mistress Katja Minx's email came. it was a bizarre failure: it lagged on the sign-in process and stayed lagged. when i noticed this i was resigned yet frightened, for it was not the first such co-incidence. i thought to myself that, if Mistress Katja Minx's email had come while the software went into its unique, bizarre, and unprecedented limbo, then it was a certain sign of Her power over my entire reality. i checked the mail: Mistress Katja Minx's email had come during this time. yet how re-assuring it is to get desired mail. i stare worshipfully at a picture of Mistress Katja Minx, and the screen-saver comes on just as i reach meditative absorption on the image. i ask my ex-wife, whom i take care of, to do without me on a trip out of town to visit relatives: she goes, just before mail from Mistress Katja Minx arrives, bearing a collar tag. the timing is perfect, and unsettling. i am grateful for the condtions of comfort even in an uncanny and synchronicity-laden dance of phenomena. i am danced down into slavery. so, i keep coming back to the notion of perfect weather. it is not like the advent of some psychotropic drug, or like the different sort of disruption--Tibetans call it trek-cho, or cutting completely--in habit, that can happen when a Vajra Guru pops you open. it is just as surprising and total, in the assumption of control of the Other over the phenomenal world you live in: but this is a perfectly easy new world to get along in, that comes about when You tear away my habitual patterns of reality. when i lived at Buddhist retreat centers, we would sometimes all stare at each other in disbelief at things that happened in that environment, which was charged with magic. so it is a comfortable dissolution of accustomed reality. for the moment. i really cannot describe the exact contours of this amazing fusion of *total* uncanniness (which usually gives me the chills)--as custom and habit is ousted--and total comfort. like a cat taking a terrifying and seeminly preposterous leap, everything twirls in mid-air as it takes a completely unforeseeable trajectory--and then lands, perfectly, skillfully. and walks away sans souci. at any rate i am so grateful for this, and thank you. the two decades on and off with major gurus, which led to some real ripped-open experiences, were not necessary. i think they left a certain hardness and cynicism deep inside, in what was originally a stupendously sensitive boy. i am still shaken that my postman saw the word "slave," but he is usually nice to me, and i to him. the humiliation is delicious and perfectly placed. i must get a post office box, but for now the resonance is good, from that bit of public acknowledgment of slavery. it built lots of confidence and enthusiasm and assurance. i am so happy and so grateful and so proud/humbled, to have received the device identifying me as Your property. thank You, Mistress Katja Minx.
Yours Truly,slave

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/
copyright Mistress Katja Minx writing originally published on www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-15T12:11:00.000-07:00

When something tickles my fancy...

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Some Michael Jackson Ebay Silliness...

2005-06-15T12:07:00.000-07:00

OK, just had to pass it along as I got a chuckle out of it...

http://search.ebay.com/michael-jackson-toast_W0QQfkrZ1QQfromZR8

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Buck Angel - Transexual Man

2005-06-15T09:12:00.000-07:00

My great friend Buck Angel will be travelling to Portland for presentations and parties - if you're in the area and want to see him, here's his schedule:

Portland June 23-28

Meet & Greet Buck Angel
Friday, June 24, 2005
$5 donation encouraged
8:00 pm - midnight
Darklady Estates(RSVP darklady@darklady.com for details)

Love & Lust During Time of Transition: A Female-to-Male Transsexual
PerspectivePresentation & Audience Q&A
FREE
Saturday, June 25, 20051:00 pm - 5:00 pm
Portland State University
Smith Memorial HallRooms 228 & 298
Co-sponsored by PSU Women's Resource Center
Send Questions to: darklady@darklady.com

Play Party
Darklady Estates
$15
Saturday, June 25, 2005
9:00 pm - 2:00 am
Ages 18 and above(RSVP darklady@darklady.com for details)
Proceeds to benefit Blackout Leather Productions
Write info@blackoutleather.org or darklady@darklady.com for moreinformation.

More information about Buck Angel can be gained at:www.buckangel.com and www.transexual-man.com or on his blogs: buckangel.blogspot.com transexualman.blogspot.com

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Blog Link Trade

2005-06-14T12:10:00.000-07:00

Run a blog with a similar theme (BDSM, Female Domination, Fetishism, Bondage)?

Want to trade links?

I will place your link in my blogroll which shows up on all of my blogs:

http://sadomasokitten.blogspot.com
http://mistresskatjaminx.blogspot.com
http://mistressminx.blogspot.com
http://katjaminx.blogspot.com
http://miauhaus.blogspot.com
http://fetishfemmefatale.blogspot.com
http://studiokismet.blogspot.com
http://www.myhotblog.com/sadomasokitten
http://www.livejournal.com/users/katjaminx

Lets trade!

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

My fetish link list... and some history

2005-06-14T09:27:00.000-07:00

I was just looking through my Lynx list on my website - I haven't touched that thing in probably years, and it's still pretty comprehensive.

When I first started out on the internet (more than 10 years ago) there wasn't much to see - I had a Macintosh TV - yes, a black one - a crappy modem and Mosaic. It was extremely possible back then to "get to the end of the internet" because there just wasn't much available, and it was really hard to find. Especially fetish-wise. All of my clothing, shoes, and equipment were purrchased by mail from the backs of dirty magazines or an occasional early issue of Skin Two or another fetish magazine (when I could find one), generally from either the UK or Germany, and at great expense - exchange rates, shipping costs, customs costs - and when you sent out your few pounds or marks (gotten from your local bank where they looked at you like you were insane) for a catalog, you just hoped it was a real company. Most of the time, a catalog arrived several weeks later to salivate over, and then the real fun began - trying to order something from overseas from a company that hasn't existed for very long (a few were long timers, like Kunzmann), for an item that may or may not fit when you receive it.

It was definitely nerve-wracking and full of mistaking-making, but it was exciting. The rush of actually getting everything together to place the order was great. The waiting for it to arrive had a certain ache, but then when that package arrived at the door or was waiting at the post office, it was heaven.

Now of course this is all basically a moot point - even if you do order from overseas, the internet has made it easier to see what you're buying, what the sizes are, and just put in your credit card information here and we'll get that right out to you. There is still the ache while you're waiting for the parcel to arrive, but it's not the same. It doesn't have that "dirty" feel to it anymore, like you're buying something that you definitely shouldn't, something "bad". Something for sex. Something that should stay a secret. Something that if the neighbors found out you were buying they'd be appalled.

I miss that.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Extended Rope Bondage Session

2005-06-13T14:38:00.000-07:00

An account of a very intense rope bondage session, written for Mistress Katja Minx, as experienced by slave puppydog:

I arrived at the door, as instructed. I put myself here willingly, I must remind myself, seeing Mistress Katja Minx has become as essential to my existence as food, water, or air. But was I ready to totally relax and surrender myself to Her will, as she requires? I contemplated this as I entered Her dungeon.

Dimly lit, dark & foreboding, the deliberately placed lighting pulled me in toward the bondage table. I obeyed its luminescent call and slowly walked toward it as I could see little else. Then as if out of nowhere, the door slammed shut behind me. I turned, terrified, to stare into the dark nothingness, for I could not see the hand that had closed it so suddently for my eyes still had not adjusted and could not focus clearly. But I could still hear Her. The distinctive click of Her high heels on the cold, hard floor. But where exactly was She? The sound bounced off the walls in much the way a ping pong ball travels. Even, concentrated, a sould like a metronome that slowly became the soundtrack of my slavery. How I wished to fall to the floor at that very moment and worship Her boots - I have had the exquisite please of being permitted to kiss and worship several pair of Her boots in the past when my suffering has pleased Her - not always of course, I undersatnd that it is a prviledge to be earned and not an automatic reward to be squandered.

The dark, musky smell of leather intoxicates me. Whenever I get a whiff of it - on the street, in a store, or in the dungeon, my body immediately becomes warm and my cock swollen. I have to fight the urge to drop to the floor and drown myself in its odor as well as to hide my erection. Most especially when I am in the dungeon, as the Mistress prefers my entire body to be under her direct control. I do hope that someday soon She will see fit to place me in prolonged chastity. I have already begun my6 search for the perfect device, which I will purchase and present to Her when She deems the timing just right. Must wafts through the air. Lost in my leather-drenched thoughts, I had lost contact with reality for a short, but very pivotal moment. She had crossed the room, chosen a CD, and begun playing it. Exotic Indian rhythms filled the room, fueling my fantasies, mesmerizing me. Relaxing yet full of incredible fear, I fell backwards onto the table as I could hear Her approach.

Her presence enters a room before She does. This is a quality both rare and erotic, I have never met another Domina who possesses it to the same extent, nor embodies it as Mistress Katja Minx does. Physically she is impressive; tall, strong, and sleek, Her waist curves in that most female hourglass shape, legs a mile long, long black hair, porcelain skin... I could go on for volumes about Her beauty, but She is not merely beautiful. That would be selling Her far short. The glint in Her eyes as I scream under Her ministrations, Her full, throaty laugh at my expense, Her cat-like grace as She moves... the perfect package. Alas I do drift off on these tangents way too easily, as I am suddently brought back to harsh reality by a smack adcross the face so hard as to knock me off my feet. Thank goodness I was standing so close to the bondage table as I surely would have fallen to the floor, and knowing my clumsiness, would definately have injured myself. Instead, I fell toward the table, using it to brace myself and soothe my aching cheek.

"Good afternoon", was all She said. That voice. That voice that has enslaved me. Instinctively my eyes glued to the floor as I could not even begin to look at Her as of yet, I begged Her pardon and began to stammer. For which my reward was another sharp slap across the face.

"Remove your clothing". I did as I was told, quickly and neatly placing my clothing on a chair. I could feel Her eyes watching me, and felt my heart beating faster. Once I was entirely nude, I returned to the place in front of Her near the bondage table. Where did She get all of that rope? I could swear that when I had seen Her only a minute ago, there was no rope to be seen. Now the black rope pooled at Her ankles in a large pile and She was pulling it through Her fingers. I heard the soles of Her boots tapping. Then the sound of rope being drawn through fingers.

So it was to be bondage. This is both my most and least favorite activity. I always balk at first because until I am completely hypnotized I cannot relax enough. I wriggle, my skin itches at inconvenient moments, and I am a pain in the ass in general. She knows this. My eyes wandered from the pool of rope to Her feet, and I let out a startled cry. She was wearing the most exquisite boots I had ever seen... as my eyes took in this amazing sight, my nost became overwhelmed with their scent. My mind could not begin to calculage how high the heels were, 9 or 10 inches? A high front platform, maybe 4 or 5 inches? But of this I could be sure... the toes were pointy and the long zippers on the inside must reach to the top of the boots - yet, I could not raise my eyes to see how high they climbed. The heels were thin and tapered, sexy, elegant, and evil.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Allow me to introduce you. These are my newest boots, custom made for me. The exquisite heels are 9" high, the thick black leather hugs my legs perfectly, and the boot shaft rises high on my thighs. Why don't you snap out of that stupor and get a closer look"? She didn't have to ask twice. I threw myself to the floor and the sensations were overwhelming: the cold hardness of the floor on my naked body, the warmth of Her feet inside those amazing boots... I began kissing them, starting on the front of the platforms, working my way slowly around, contorting myself so that She does not have to move (as She prefers). The pleasure is to be brief, as She orders me to stand. As I stand, I can now appreciate Her full height. In those boots, She towers over me, making me feel even more powerless and insignificant than before. The rope slides between her long fingers, looping around my neck.

"Tell me you're ready", She said.

"I am ready, Mistress", I said, and I meant it. Like a snake, She expertly coiled the rope around my body, pulling tighter in some areas, more loosely in others. Twist and pull, knot and tighten. I could feel each part of my body becoming paralyzed, unable to move, and my breathing becoming more shallow and restricted. All the while my eyes were glued to Her boots as She circled and encircled me. The exotic rhythms and the winding actions of the rope in Her hands transfixed me. Without a word, She moved my body down onto the table, on my back. The fluffy white pillow brushed against my cheeks, making my whole body tingle. It became a struggle now to control my erection. She had said nothing so far about its occasional presence, was She testing me? I know from recent beatings that I must control it and allow Her to have control over all of my functions, so I tried valiantly to maintain focused and do as I have been trained. I could not begin to tell you how long it took for Her to completely immobilize me. Time became a completely arbitrary thing, vastly unimportant and impossible to measure anyway. What seemed like miles of rope, so tightly intertwined around every inch of my body... first She would wrap one section of my body and then its corresponding other side, as She has told me many times of the important of balance in all things. Perfectly symmetrical and diabolically effective. Once my body was wrapped, it was tied to the table, again using each wrapped point to attach it to the table, then strings pulling upwards from my harness of hell both relieved pressure and increased it. I wanted to cry out, but I stopped myself, my body remembering past beatings for unnecessary cries. Through the web, with the aid of the tiny lights that twinkled overhead on the canopy above the bondage bed, I could see Her face. Twisted in concentration, I was reminded of how serious of an exercise this is for Her - how important that the knots are tied just tightly enough, and how the ropes lay just so. Otherwise, I would not be able to stay encased in this way for nearly long enough to please her, and that would certainly mean that I would not be invited back. My greatest fear - far worse than any physical or mental tortures that She could devise - would be if She would banish me from Her presence. I could think of nothing worse. This line of thinking lulled me back into my relaxed state, just as She had tied the last rope and finished off the final knot. I waited for some instruction, perhaps even I dared to think, some praise for my performance, but there was to be none. Her heels moved away from me, I could hear them yet not see then, nor Her, as my head was securely lashed to the table. As they clicked away, I wondered if She too planned to leave.

I was rewarded with total darkness - She had flipped the light switch off and now I was plunged deep into my own head, devoid of any outside stimuli save the tight ropes which firmly bound my body. Had she left the room? Or was She still there, watching my every move? After a moment of panic, I realized that I would not be able to tell and that was exactly as She had planned it. She knew I would panic, anticipated my weaknesses, and expertly exploited them. I drifted off into what could most closely be approximated as sleep, but in which I was far more aware and less at the mercy of my brains' own terrifying scenarios. I could feel Her presence even if I could not see nor hear Her, much less know if She was even in the building. And then I slept...

The distinctive feel of rope scraping across skin. The light impressions and abrasions that remain. The skin returning, slowly, to its original position. Blood once again moving freely through its vast network of arteries and veins. Breath, blessed breath, returning as lungs fully expand and contract. Was I still asleep? My mind struggled to remember. As I regained consciousness fully, my ears made out that distinctive sound that effects me much as that bell affected Pavlov's dog - the click of high heels. As I tried to sit up, I felt no ropes binding me anywhere, and slowly raised my body to a sitting position.

"Ouch!", I cried, as something heavy landed on my chest, knocking me back down on the table. As the shock wore off, I felt around for what had hit me, as the door slammed shut. They were my own clothes. Silently and in complete darkness, I dressed. More difficult than it sounds, but I had soon gotten myself into what I assumed must be presentable condition. I stumbled through the darkness in search of the light switch, which must have been quite comical should anyone have been able to see me, but I soon found it and turned on the main light. The light pierced through my eyes, instantly making me regret my decision to seek it out, and I tried vainly to find the switch again to turn it off.

And then that laugh.

I sat down on the floor, waiting for my eyes to focus. Facing the bondage table, I saw the piles of rope that had until recently been my cage. Blinking agin, colors began to take shape and ocme into sharper focus. I could see a large white rectangle inside the pile of ropes which I had not seen before, and I crawled toward it. As I came closer, I reached out and held it up to the light. It was a newspaper. It was dated Wednesday.

My session began on Monday.

*finis*

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com
story copyright Mistress Katja Minx, originally published on www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-13T10:21:00.000-07:00

Exotic heels & whips... all the better to torture you with, my dear...
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Going through my fetish archives...

2005-06-13T10:17:00.000-07:00

It's really amazing how many photos I have of myself sitting around - mostly on unmarked CDs, but also cluttering up my external hard drives. Purrhaps that will be my next slave organizational task.... no, that's the kind of thing I'd better do myself. Which means it might take awhile.

Some of them seem like they were taken a lifetime ago - and in many ways, they were - and some seem like yesterday. Some I have fond memories of, and some much less fond memories. Many fetish outfits, boots, and shoes that I no longer possess. Some people crop up in the photos who I miss dearly, and some that I would stab in the heart repeatedly should I see them on the street today.

So while I wax poetic on my decades of dominatrix-ism, you'll be the beneficiary of some photos that have never been seen before, and some that have only been seen as tiny, dark specimens.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-10T14:55:00.000-07:00

Fetish Femme Fatale... Mistress Katja Minx

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Search Engine Optimization

2005-06-10T14:50:00.000-07:00

I'm usually really good at keeping track of my stats - all of those little bits and pieces that add up - and tell me where, when, and how anyone finds me on the internet.

Usually, the list has a few semi-amusing words typed into search engines that somehow brought a surfer to my site.

Today I have a new favorite:

self-bondage stupid accident stuck

Brought one lucky purrson to my doorstep.

Welcome, all.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-10T09:43:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to his craft...
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Be Nice to Koalas

2005-06-10T09:39:00.000-07:00

OK, so here is a dirty joke to get you through the weekend...

A koala walks into a brothel.

He takes a look at the girls, who are all really nice to him, telling him how sweet he is, stroking his fur, and he's getting excited.

One of the girls picks him up and takes him into a private room. The koala is really excited and they lay down on the bed and he begins to lick her all over. He enthusiastically eats her pussy until she has a screaming climax.

Then the koala gets up and starts to leave. The prostitute runs screaming after him that he can't leave, he hasn't paid. The koala looks confused. She cannot explain to him that he has to pay for the time he spent with her. The koala looks more confused.

Agitated, she picks up a dictionary and flips to the letter P. She finds the word Prostitute and reads the definition to the koala: Prostitute - a person who has sex in exchange for money.

The koala picks up the dictionary and flips to the letter K. Then he finds the listing for Koala and reads it out loud: Koala - Eats Leaves

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Cat Drumming

2005-06-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

OK, this made me actually laugh out loud:

http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=catdrum

Best when the volume is up loud - and no one can see you laughing.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-09T10:35:00.000-07:00

Oo la la...
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My Favorite Lunch

2005-06-09T10:30:00.000-07:00

Has to be a nice, thick Caprese sandwich with a giant green salad, a big iced tea (with Splenda, or barring that, Sweet & Low), a good fashion magazine, and a big, empty booth all to myself at my favorite little French cafe here in Los Angeles, Cafe Angelique (go eat there, you'll be a fan too - http://www.angeliquecafe.com).

Sometimes I forget the magazine, or the latest issues aren't out yet (I'm a complete magazine whore, I'll read anything, but fashion, art, or cat magazines purrticularly tickle my fancy) and so I bring the laptop along (Mac G4 titanium - what, you thought I used a PC? Perish the thought....), and write some porn. Sometimes for friends, sometimes for myself, it's always amusing to be typing away - type, bite, type, bite, swig of tea - while writing the nastiest, most degrading porn I can think of while watching the folks walk by, eat next to me, feed their kids, etc.

That's how I'll be spending my afternoon today, inside, out of the punishing LA sunshine.

But I'm thinking a lot about some upcoming projects, which I'll write more about soon.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Great Catwoman Site

2005-06-06T12:04:00.000-07:00

Here's a link to a great Catwoman site:
http://www.catwoman-copycat.net/home.htm

Fetishists (especially those of the latex variety) will appreciate it!

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-06T10:00:00.000-07:00

My exotic custom made Bettie Page boots!
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Vivienne Westwood Shoes

2005-06-06T09:54:00.000-07:00

Hi, I'm Katja and I'm an addict.

(hi Katja)

I have this incredible need to procure amazing shoes from Vivienne Westwood, the most exotic and outrageous platforms, the better. This has been going on for some time, however, I thought I might be in remission from this compelling addition until I saw this months' UK Elle with a pair of bright lipstick red platforms with a little tie at the toe area and I've started down the slippery slope once again.

What makes this addition most painful is that Vivienne Westwood shoes are not easy to procure for me here in the US. Fevered emails to their UK offices have yielded nothing in the way of how can I get my mitts on these shoes.

So if anyone in the UK wants to make my day and make this shoe junkie smile, I wear a size 8UK in Vivienne's creations....

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

2005-06-03T09:20:00.000-07:00

Keep warm & have a great weekend
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Happy Birthday Buck Angel!

2005-06-02T16:16:00.000-07:00

This weekend is the birthday of one of my dearest friends, Buck Angel of Transexual-man.com... why don't you stop by for a visit, sign up and say hi!

From his site:
This is the only FTM porn site on the net, and it's been challeging to say the least. I am basically inventing a whole new category of porn. Thats why I value any feedback you are willing to share with me. I try to make it nasty and sexy but it might not be what gets YOU horny. Since I am bisexual I think I can please most tastes! I am a pretty nasty guy as you can see, and not shy about it. I add new content all the time and I'm very happy to fulfill YOUR fantasies.

So go and check out the most unique guy in porn - something for EVERYONE!

http://www.transexual-man.com/
http://www.buckangel.com/
http://www.fetishbuck.com/

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/

2005-06-02T15:30:00.000-07:00

Time for a little relaxation!
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New XXX Domains

2005-06-02T15:24:00.000-07:00

Have you heard the news?

There will be a new .xxx domain soon, it has just been approved. From what I understand, it will be available later this year.

Maybe I'm eternally looking at the darker side of life, but when I first heard my thoughts were: oh great, so now all adult sites will be forced into this new virtual red light district and there will be massive censorship of the "regular" internet. Almost anything can be considered pornographic - depending on who you ask - and that this was the first wave of policing the internet.

I hope I'm wrong.

Here are links to the ICM and their press release for those with an interest:

http://www.icmregistry.com/
http://www.icmregistry.com/ICMPressRelease.html

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/

Another new Mistress site...

2005-06-01T15:32:00.000-07:00

... of me!

http://www.prodomina.net/viewdomme.php?id=269

At least I can be a *little* productive, broken toe and all. I managed to cajole one of my boys into scrubbing the bird shit off of my car - someone who knows nothing of the dark world that I inhabit - which was great fun. There's nothing like the tenth or so "You missed a spot" to set someone's competitive instinct on fire..

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/

Busy Kitty...

2005-05-31T15:44:00.000-07:00

Here's a fun link from my past:

http://www.smack-fetish.com/parties/cartoon/index.html

It was from a purrformance from 1997 (!) in NYC...

Enjoy -

Katja Minx
http://www.katja-minx.com/