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There is a really cool show there tonight called "Dark Fairy Tales". My favorite artist, Mark Ryden, will have a piece there.

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(Azar)



(Azar)

Excerpt From Azar's Bio

Age: 20 something
Born: CA, Bay Area
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Tattoos: 3
Piercings: 5
Favorite Color: Purple & Black
" " Music: Industrial/Punk
" " Artist: Wumpscut
" " Author: HP Lovecraft
" " Movie: Toyko Decadence
" " Food: Don't have one (vegetarian)
Pets: 1 Rat, 2 Kittens
Biggest Fear: Spiders
Favorite Body Part: My stomach, waist
Least Favorite " " : My ass
Age started in sex industry: 17 (in San Fran)
What I want to be when I grow up: Dictator of a small country.






(Girl . . . another naughty school girl)

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(Pics Azar took of me . . . hands bound)

Tie Me Up

When I worked at the dungeon, many customers came in, wanting to be tied up.

On one occasion, a customer came in for the hot talk/lingerie show, which costs a little more than the regular lingerie show. I greeted him in the lobby with thigh high PVC boots and a black PVC (skin tight) strappy dress, which is normally a no-no. We normally greet the customer in the lobby wearing something more feminine, yet sexy, as many of the customers are coming in for the lingerie show vs. the BDSM/fetish show.

Some men associate PVC attire with pain and get scared off. However, I had just finished a session in the dungeon and didn't have time to change when this customer came in. The customer didn't seem to mind at all and even complimented me on my outfit.

The customer was an attractive, older man (somewhere in his 50's) and was dressed in business attire. He was from out of town on business and had never been to a place like this before. He seemed a little nervous.

I walked him back to the room where the show was to take place and told him I would be right back . . . to go ahead and get comfortable. He asked if I could keep the outfit I was wearing on for the show. I was surprised as he had asked for a lingerie show, but I smiled and said, "Of course."

I left the room and went back to the dressing room to touch up my makeup real quick and to give him enough time to get "comfortable."

After a couple of miunutes, I went back to the room and knocked on the door. "Come in," he said.

I opened the door and he was sitting on the couch with nothing but his underwear on. His clothes hung neatly on the arm of the chair next to the door.

I walked over and stood right in front of him. He looked me up and down, admiring my outfit. He seemed somewhat mesmerized . . . like I had provoked something within him. He finally said, "Wow, you look great." "Thank you," I said, smiling.

I asked him what he wanted to talk about. He told me that he wanted to be tied up and spanked with his own belt. I asked him why he didn't get a BDSM show and he explained that he was too nervous to ask at first. I went on to ask him some more questions as there are a series of questions we have to ask before doing a session involving spanking or bondage.

We always ask if they have any medical problems, if they are under the influence of drugs/alcohol, and what experiences they've had with BDSM/fetish, and what are their wants and desires for this session. After he answered the questions, I realized he had limited experience with BDSM. I told him I would be willing to tie him up (very loosely) with some rope and spank him very lighly with his belt. He seemed really excited.

I told him that we would still do the show in the lingerie room as the dungeon was occupied and that I needed to grab some rope.

I went to the dressing room and grabbed some rope and came right back to the room. This time, the customer was totally naked, sitting on the couch. I brought a chair over in front of the couch and told the customer to bend over it. I proceeded to tie his wrists very lightly ( you can cause nerve damage if you don't know what you're doing).

I walked over to the chair where his slacks were hanging and took off his belt. I then walked back over to him and began spanking him very lighly on the fleshy part of his ass (far away from his spine and hips where you can also cause nerve damage).

I watched the color of his ass closely as I didn't want to mark him. I also checked with him to make sure there was no tingling or numbness in his hands. He told me everything was fine. He started moaning and asked me to spank him harder. His belt was the thick leather type and made a nice smacking sound as it hit his bare ass, but I knew that it could do some damage if I wasn't careful. I also knew that his endorphins were kicking in and he wasn't feeling much pain. Even though he wanted me to do it harder, I knew I couldn't without marking him. His ass was now a nice rosy pink and I knew it was time to quit.

[Note: In the State of Washington it is illegal to break the skin during a BDSM session. However, during a caning session, blood can come through the pores even though the skin is intact, which is perfectly legal.]

He seemed somewhat disappointed that we had to stop, but was quite exhilarated at the same time. He was experiencing an endorphin high and was as hard as a thousand year old redwood.

I untied his wrists and had him move them around for a moment to make sure everything was fine. I left him alone in the room for a moment to gather his thoughts and to get dressed.

I came back after a couple of minutes and knocked on the door again. "Come in," he said . . . softer this time. I walked in the room to find him fully clothed on the couch. His face had a peaceful look and he seemed very relaxed.

"How did you like your first BDSM experience?," I asked. "I loved it," he said, smiling.

I, myself, like to be tied up and blind-folded. I'm not one for physical pain (although I don't mind a light spanking or flogging here and there), but I like the feeling of being restrained . . . knowing that I can't get away and am totally at the mercy of whoever has tied me up.



















Last week, all the dancers and staff were given a copy of the new "Drug-Free Workplace Policy." We all are subject to this policy, which provides that we consent to searches of our lockers, wallets, purses, etc. as management feels necessary. In addition, we are obligated by this new policy to participate in drug testing based on "reasonable suspicion."

This is absolutely absurd. The dancers are not even employees and the language of this policy refers to employees. Not to mention the fact that a drug policy for dancers is absurd. I am against drug testing for the most part. I guess I can see the need for drug testing for pilots, doctors, police officers, or in other occupations where being under the influence of drugs could endanger someone's life . . . but a stripper. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

We are suppose to read this new policy and sign it. No fucking way!!