Favorite image from my archives.
Favorite image from my archives.
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Found a photo of myself on Tumblr last night with comments like, “I wonder what Vinyl Queen is up to? She doesn’t post on (fill in website of your choice here) very often.” Hey guy and girls, guess what? There is this thing called GOOGLE. Did you know that I have a website that is SUPER easy to find and you can do this thing called EMAIL ME if you’re so damned curious as to WHAT THE VINYL QUEEN is up to? What a concept? Someone even claimed I was DEAD earlier this year because of what he THOUGHT he had found online about me. That speculation could have been cleared up with—GASP—A PHONE CALL. Imagine that? Directly contacting someone that you’re wondering about?
So the next time you people are talking amongst yourselves on whatever subsidiary website there is, why not just DIRECTLY CONTACT me and find out what I’ve been up to? Just because I don’t post my life happenings every day like your personal copy of the Inquirer doesn’t mean that I’m not still working away keeping submissive men in line at my studio. I realize it’s a foreign concept I’m promoting, but it sort of works.
Things to think about the next time you don’t understand a woman…
When I first starting taking professional sessions way back in 1997, the Mistress who was running the space I rented from had some very sage advice for me. She told me that the two types of clients who were most likely to NOT follow through were those who requested caning ONLY, and sisses. Of course I didn’t believe her at the time. I thought she was just jaded from her time in The Business. Boy was I wrong!
The caning guys were a no-brainer because they would always ask for “how many strokes are you going to give me Mistress” as they made their wank calls to me. Their breathless tones made it easy to figure out they were wasting my time. Their emails were equally as predictable.
The sissies were another story. I used to do A LOT of full transformations, but remember. That doesn’t count as being a sissy. The clients who’s goal it was to appear as realistically female as possible were straight-forward in their booking. They didn’t pepper their emails or phone calls with “what-ifs” and “what could be’s.” They confirmed, showed up and didn’t quibble about tribute.
The sissies were another story, AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN. My GOD! What is WRONG with you people? Just when I think I have found ONE who isn’t a lily-livered time-waster, IT HAPPENS AGAIN. Thus, sissies are the reason why we can’t have nice things. Or in other words: the necessity for deposits and multiple confirmation procedures.
You sissies are such an annoying lot. Are you just so damned bi-curious that it fills you up with the inability to think straight (you see what I did there)? The countless emails and phone calls about JUST WANTING TO SUCK COCK are getting a little old. I try to respect everyone’s interests but there is a way to get what you want. It’s called showing up. If you want me to stick my plastic penis in your mouth, awesome. If you want me to call you a filthy slut. sure thing Bubba. You need to stop with the game playing. The smartest decision I ever made was when I called to task the sissy who has been contacting me annually since 2001. “I’m coming to San Francisco for a convention…” This time I made him pony up with an item from my wishlist before I’d continue with our discourse. Amazingly enough, he followed through but then the discussion ended. What, no longer interested when you don’t think you’re fooling me? How pathetic. Mind you, this wasn’t some 20-something kid who is green to booking procedures. No, this is a professional who is lauded in his field. He has now poisoned his relationship with me and will never grace the inner sanctum of my space.
So you’re asking yourself, “Why does she even BOTHER? Why continue to advertise you will see these wastes of space?” The reason why I haven’t taken this type of session off of my interest roster is because I ENJOY IT. I enjoy the process of feminizing a male and seeing what humiliating things he’ll do in my presence. I enjoy the connection that happens when the trappings of the male world are no longer part of our interaction. I was REALLY excited when my last sissy encounter started to spool up. Maid fifi contacted me about becoming my maid. Ultimately he wanted to become my rubber made in full regalia. I was encouraged at the prospect of having a long-term project on my hands—until, you guessed it—HE DID THE BAD THING. Why didn’t I demand a deposit? Yes, shame on me. I guess the proverbial optimist in me wanted to believe that fifi was some how different. That this so-called fan of mine wouldn’t be like “all the rest.” How romantic and stupid of me!
So if you consider yourself a “sissy” and you’d like to see me for a professional session—consider yourself warned. You will need to prove yourself on a number of levels before I will consider you believable. Have that credit card ready as a deposit will be in order to get us to the third email. You simply have to pay for the sins of those who have come before you.
This is why I travel to Antwerp twice a year…I need to make myself available to my European contingent :).
I clearly need to continue working for another decade so that I can enjoy the likes of you dear boys!
It’s refreshing to receive feedback from the “next generation of kinksters” out there. There has been a lot of speculation amongst my peers as to whether or not your kind will find it’s way into our clutches, or if you will just dabble in all of the “lifestyle” and free offerings that the internet can make available to you.
You are obviously wise beyond your years regarding your needs and desires, but remember that your older counterparts are still—for the most part, riddled with guilt and shame regarding their kink. Most of the jackasses who yank my chain and give me “9 miles of shit” can’t reconcile themselves to this NEED they have to submit. Thus, they turn it against the focus of their desires so that I will reject them for their bad behavior. They don’t have to deal with feeling guilty about a session if they can’t make it past my initial screening. Convoluted logic? Definitely!
I look forward to the day when you CAN visit me in person—whenever that may be. I shall assail you with stories that will blow your mind and you shall serve me well.
No one is. The title doesn’t exist folks so stop claiming to be “THE BEST.” It’s even more laughable when you have less than a decade of experience under your belt. #dominatrix
Call me repeatedly late at night. Then call back the following day as if you weren’t bothering me the night before. #dominatrix #blacklist