Category Archives: BDSM Montreal

A Weekend of Family Time & Kinky Time

An interesting weekend filled with both family obligations, and some kinky social time…

My partner Oudjat and I had the weekend to ourselves for a change, and spent the first part of it just chilling out, cuddling and taking it easy. Extremely relaxing!

On Saturday evening, we had a family obligation for a Birthday dinner, with a lovely home-cooked meal and topped it off with a magnificent 5 Layer Chocolate Mocha cake that Oudjat picked out at my favourite local Moroccan pastry shop in his neighbourhood.

Chocolate_Mocha_cake

After a quick turn-around to my place to freshen up, and pick up our kinky “toy bag” of goodies; we headed downtown to Club L’Espace, our favourite dungeon and kinky social zone. It was a delight to meet up with an old friend, my former submissive “g”, as we hadn’t seen in each other since last December and it was very enjoyable time chatting and catching up with each other.

We stayed at Club L’Espace until closing (after 4am) and headed back home as the morning sun was rising and the sleepy city was slowly coming back awake. I really love that quiet interlude between when the night’s noisy party-makers have already headed home, and Montreal’s early morning workers have yet to make an appearance. It’s a great time to take a nice walk in one of the many parks, or even a slow drive home through the almost-deserted city streets is that much more enjoyable.

I really love my city and it’s many facets!

Celebrating My 10 Year Blog Anniversary in 2015!

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Today marks the 10th anniversary of the launch of the “Adventures of a HeadMistress” blog!

Little did I know a decade ago that I’d still be online and sharing my views on the kinky life with others. I must admit that is has had it’s ups and downs; from keeping up with changes in blogging software, technology, the never-ending annoyance of spammers and hackers, and so much more — but I still find it quite rewarding.

I hope that I’ll still be around in years to continue sharing my blog with my many web visitors and readers!

Montreal’s Divers/Cité Festival On Edge Of Bankruptcy

Divers/Cité

Founded in 1994, Divers/Cité was responsible for the organization of the popular “Divers/Cité Festival”, a celebration of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transsexual and transvestite pride.

As of March 3rd, 2015, it sought protection from creditors, thus ending all it’s activities. According to documents from the Office of the Superintendent of Bankruptcy Canada, total debt amounted to nearly $ 214,500. A third of the debt consists of salaries ($ 71,500) while the rest is divided between 23 other creditors.

Usually held in the Village, the festival was moved to the Old Port of Montreal in the summer of 2012, a blow by Suzanne Girard, co-founder and CEO of the organization.

“Since we were on the dock of the Old Port, we ate all our financial reserves”, she had said in the” Fugues magazine. “The fact that it is a free outdoor event, it was never profitable.”

For an in-depth article:

The Day Divers/Cité Died

Letting sleeping houseboys lie…

During the past few months, whenever my houseboy toriko stayed overnight, I have allowed him sleep on our new comfy leather couch. However, apparently my pretty boy hasn’t been sleeping well because his back requires a much firmer surface.

About three weeks ago, toriko stayed up very late one night setting up the air conditioner in my bedroom for me. Since it was really a very hot and muggy night, I allowed my pretty houseboy the privilege of sleeping nude on the floor at the foot of my bed so that he could also stay cool and comfortable.

Although toriko stated that he had absolutely no problem with sleeping on the bare hardwood floor; being a creature of comfort myself, I could not imagine that could be very restful since he needed to be at work extremely early the next day. So I ordered him to roll out a thin mattress pad from my storage room for him to use instead of the bare floor.

This worked out quite well – as my boy was not far away when I had a coughing fit in the wee hours of the morning and he promptly fetched me my glass of ice tea and a cough drop, so that I was able to fall back asleep fairly quickly.

I’ve been so pleased with this set-up, that as a result I’ve been allowing toriko to continue with this special privilege whenever he stays overnight. I have him at my instant beck and call should I require him, and my lucky pet is extremely happy with his sleeping mat on the floor.

I find that I rather like the thought of having my beautiful dark-haired boytoy sleeping naked at the foot of my bed. Besides, he looks so cute, peaceful and innocent when he is sleeping — it just inspires me to want to do wicked and nasty things to him all the more… hehe!

Deep Thoughts on Mother’s Day


Isn’t it the greatest when you realize your Mom is an even more cool lady then you ever thought possible? Today being Mother’s Day, it got me thinking about my own Mom and how she’s been such a big part of my life and gave me the strength to be who I am today.

The hard part of coming “out” as a Domme to some friends and family is trying to figure out how they will “take it”. In some ways, I figured I could handle or ignore any of my family finding out, but I wasn’t too sure how my Mom would handle it. She is definitely from another generation and was largely raised by nuns in a boarding school and so had a fairly narrow upbringing, fell in love with my Dad and was married at age 18. She will be celebrating her 65th birthday next month.

My father passed away very suddenly last year in late February after having survived several heart attacks, having a pacemaker installed and two types of cancer. I travelled back to the Maritimes (Eastern Canada) for the funeral and ended up staying a good part of the year helping my Mom, keeping her company and helping her get her life back together. In many ways, it was a time of discovery for myself as well, as it allowed me to take a “step back” from my own life and gain some perspective on a lot of things that were overwhelming me. It also allowed me to spend the most time I’ve ever had with my Mom since I graduated high school and went out on my own… We ended up bonding even more, if that is possible.

So, here it was back in January that my Mom comes to stay with us here in Montreal for a week to get a change of scenery and take it easy. Now I have a huge “write-on/wipe-off” calendar covering the freezer door of my fridge, so as to keep track of various events, activities, meetings, holidays and such. I forgot that my Mom was there and hadn’t changed any of the names… so here she comes to me and asks “What’s Fetish Friday?”

Hmmmmmmmm

Wow.

Oh boy, where do I even start?

A couple months back, I *had* mentioned a growing interest to her in some aspects of the leather fashion scene here in Montreal, as my parents are native and were quite well known for their custom-made native-style leather clothing, as far back as the 70’s. So *that* she understood… She had even heard the word “fetish” because it is also associated with tiny native/aboriginal figurines. She also knew of my interest in theatrical makeup and scifi/fantasy costuming through the years. (Heck, she even helped me with some of my award-winning costumes!)

So I managed to tie these aspects all together to explain the lighter aspects of the fetish club scene, leaving out the heavier kink aspects. She definitely understood the people-watching/voyeristic aspects of it, as Montreal is definitely a great place to people-watch all year ’round. (If you’ve ever seen all the cafés on St. Denis street, you know what I mean…)

I managed to explain the basics of dominant/submissive relationships and she easily grasped that concept, as my parents had often been considered gurus/leaders/guides by *many* other people throughout their lives and helped to guide them to a better way of life by understanding themselves better.

In particular, my Mom reminded me of a young native man who ended up living with our family for over a year when I was around 6; as he had a strong need to be guided and naturally gravitated to my parents. He helped out in our family’s store as well as around the house and such, almost like a family member. After some consideration, my Mom realizes that he must have had some sub tendencies to their dominant personalities, without the kink involved — therefore she know understood what I was talking about. Mom and I stayed up to the wee hours of the morning, discussing the many other forms of D/s relationships we’ve seen through the years. It was quite an enjoyable and refreshing eye-opener for both of us…

The week before, I had splurged and ordered myself a gorgeous black lambskin corset as a late Christmas present for myself, to wear to the January Fetish Friday event and it finally arrived the day before. So, to end things off, it was my own Mom who laced me into my first leather corset! And of course I couldn’t resist telling her “tighter, Mommy, tighter!” (à la Scarlett O’Hara-style), while we both giggled ourselves silly before she sent me off for my evening of fun…

Wow, now isn’t that the coolest Mom?

** Mom, you are and have been the best and strongest woman in my life. And through the years, you’ve taught me to be strong within myself no matter what life throws at you, and that has undoubtedly been the best lesson I’ve ever learnt. **