Category Archives: Midori

Midori, sexual educator, writer, author, consultant, traveller, model, fetish diva, rope diva, bondage, workshops, seminars

Montreal’s International Kinky Festival, August 7-10th

International Kinky Festival

So as many of my regular blog readers have realized by now, Montreal is a downright kinky city — full of lovely decadent folk and plenty of perverted activities.

This weekend is an exemplary one, because Montreal is hosting the first annual International Kinky Festival; complete with plenty of great workshops, various parties and of course to top everything off, a grand Fetish Ball! Here are a few other hightlights to look forward to:

My amazing “little sister” Domina Jade presented one of her workshops last night, entitled Dirty Talking, which I’m sure was a total success as usual.

Montreal’s former Sex Geek Andrea Zanin, now living in Toronto; will be returning to our kinky city to present two workshops, including one on the Pleasures of Female Fisting on Saturday afternoon.

One of my friends from California, the reknowned sexual educator and author, Midori, will be presenting Scene Dynamics and Psychology of Rope Bondage on Saturday afternoon, and later on that evening will be doing a mind-blowing suspension show along with Kumi Monster, at the Dark Fairy Tales Fetish Ball, to be held at Bain Mathieu.

I plan on attending the Fetish Ball along with my alpha submissive toriko, as well as the company of Sir Marc and Lady Nikki; I’m awaiting confirmation from the rest of my leather family as to their attendance…

All in all, I am looking forward to a wonderfully exhausting weekend absolutely full of kink!

Midori’s getting married today!

Midori - Art of Japanese Bondage

A lovely kinky lady friend of mine is getting married today… You might know her as Midori “the Fetish Diva”.

Midori and K are getting married today; on the 7th day of the 7th month of the 7th year of this century. That is 07/07/07 in numerical terms – I sure hope that it proves to be lucky for them! It certainly is a very memorable date.

It will be a small ceremony in San Francisco, followed by a BBQ surrounded by friends in their newly renovated backyard. I sure hope it was a great day, weather-wise and that all went smoothly for them.

Lots of love and best wishes to them both for many many more years together!

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

PS: Here’s Midori’s own post-wedding entry in her blog

Attending the April Fool’s Fetish Ball

Fetish Fool’s Ball

On March 31st, Isabeau hosted another of her fabulous Fetish Balls. This one was held once again at the Bain Mathieu, here in Montreal. I was originally supposed to be attending with my good friend Lady Katana, but unfortunately she was side-lined by a nasty migraine, so she was not able to come with us.

I had been feeling not up to par earlier in the day, due to another one of my coughing attacks; so I opted for a restful nap with my submissive houseboy toriko attended to various household duties. I was gently awoken by my boy, who brought me some freshly-made hot mint tea to my bedside, to soothe my achy throat.

I have not had much of an appetite these past few weeks while I have been fighting this virus, but I do realize that I need to eat in order to keep up my energy. So toriko brought me a light meal to enjoy with my tea, and then went off to draw a hot bubble bath for me and lay out my evening’s wardrobe. After my bath, I had my boy give me a light foot and leg massage with one of my favourite lotions, to lock in the moisturizing softness.

I began my preparations for the evening, ranging from my make-up and perfume and including putting my hair up in my trade-marked long braid which hangs to past my waist. I also wore a small black jeweled metal headband and chose to trim my braid in red, to match the gorgeous new red leather corset that my boy had bought for me and which had arrived the day before.

Since this was the first wearing of the corset, it took a little while to get the corset lacing adjusted just right, but once it was, I found it to be *extremely* comfortable and not constricting — like a snug and sexy leather hug around my body. I wore my elbow length black velvet fingerless gloves and an elegant floor length black skirt with decorative draping trim.

Earlier last week I had picked up a new matching collar and leash for my boy; it is made of a chic reflective neon green material, which would make it perfect for keeping an eye on him in the dark environment of a club or dungeon. On to the collar was added one of my special marks of ownership, a shiny customized gold dogtag inscribed “Property of Mistress Jade Dragon“. I also had toriko help pack and carry one of my smaller toybags, as I was not sure how much playing I would be doing, depending on my energy levels.

In keeping with Montreal clubbing traditions, we arrived at around midnight and I began to make the rounds of the Fetish Ball, with my pretty-boy submissive in tow behind me on his leash.

Immediately I noticed that Isabeau had arranged for the majority of recommendations that our Club Fetish group had made regarding improvements that could be made to the dungeon play space area. Unfortunately she was unable to obtain the downstairs area of Bain Mathieu this time ’round, so the playspace was in a marked off in an elevated area behind the dance floor. There were tall railings around two of the sides, with a 8-10″ deep bar top for people to lean against and to put their drinks.

The third side was roped off, leaving only two smaller entrances to the actual playzone itself. This meant that there were no casual walk-throughs of the play scenes from any of the non-players. In the past, many fetish people who are not aware of good play scene etiquette tended to crowd the players too much, sometimes to the point of being with the strike zone of a flogger’s back swing. Many serious BDSM players simply did not feel comfortable in such surroundings and would not play in conditions that they could not feel in control, both for the comfort of themselves and their bottom, as well as for those around them who might inadvertendly get in their way.

There was also a sign-up sheet for the various playstations, to make sure that nobody would “hog” a particular area for the whole night, and that one could sign up for a spot and wander off to return at the designated timeslot to find it ready to use. This proved to be quite a popular change and meant that there was a nice turnover of players over the course of the night — which was quite the treat for the multitudes of observers who crowded the railings for practically the entire night.

Kudos also go to the various playzone monitors who made sure that things ran smoothly and that the established rules and guidelines were kept by all, including the new “no breakable glass or bottles” in the play area. Last time, it was noticed that there were a number of broken bottles littering some corners, which can be dangerous with so many near-naked or latex-clad bodies wandering about or playing.

There was a comfy lounge area at the opposite end of the building, elevated on the far side of the DJ area and dance floor, which is of course located at the bottom of the former pool floor bottom. There were numerous couches, including some inflatable ones; and many were congregating there throughout the evening to socialize.

One of the visual highlights of the Ball were several performances by talented fire-dancers on the dance floor. A variety of fire implements were used by the performers; much to the delight of the observers. One female performer used a kind of large metal hula-hoop with a half dozen flaming tips on it, which she proceeded to not only spin around her waist and her outstretched arm, but also around her neck — which alarmed several of us who wondered how she managed to not burn her hair while doing so. There was another who danced on tall stilts, with a large flaming headpiece and elongated finger wands and another with large fire fans. Of course, there was also the traditional fire poi dance, which is fiery balls which are spun around on ropes or chains. All in all, a beautiful visual treat enjoyed by all!

Partway through the night, while I was watching the playzone from the observer railings, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and discovered it my friend, the beloved “fetish diva” Midori stopping by to say hello. We hugged and then chatted for a while; Sir Michael and I had been hoping to take her out to one of the local “cabane à sucre” during her stay here in Montreal, but it looked like Mario from Polymorphe Latex beat us to it. So, instead we made tentative dinner plans for Sunday or Monday night instead. I introduced Midori to some of my other friends who were nearby, as well as to my submissive toriko, before she continued on her rounds to check things out.

Finally found my friends Domina Jade & Sir Marc in the playzone, tag-teaming with their spanking and flogging techniques on the submissive sabine, who seemed to be in a absolutely blissful state. I would have to wait until they were finished to say hello and spend some time with them later.

I was pleased to cross paths with Master André and Vivian who were having lots of fun in the play zone introducing people to the pleasures and pains of the electrical wand. They were showing how the connection would flow through multiple people, as they and those they were playing with reached out to some of the observers for them to feel the ripple, buzz and shocks of the wand.

I also had the pleasure of seeing Maître Éric (AKA Gargoyle Toes) once again; as I had not seen him since the Club Fetish/FemDomme Society dinner back in February. By the way, Maître Éric has begun to make his own hemp rope, dyed in the most scrumptious jewel-tone colours and will soon be making them available for sale. I have been privileged enough to receive a gift of some of this rope, in a gorgeous deep green.

Let’s see who else I got to see and spend time with…. Argaive the fetish photographer and his lady friend, the thin and lithe J, one of my favourite ladies to tie up; we had been hoping to do a Midori-style rope dance, but I had not brought my rope bag and by the time someone found some for us to use, her ride had to leave for the 2 hour drive home. Damn, hopefully next time things will work out more to our advantage.

Met another old photographer friend of mine, who was doing press photos for the event and we chatted briefly. Got a sensuous hug and cuddle from ChainedV, a lovely lady sub of my acquaintance. I was once again introduced to “j”, a young submissive friend of my houseboy — he does knows how to charm a lady, as he never fails to kiss the back of my hand, this time with a deep bow.

In the latter part of the night, I needed to rest and get off my feet, but still wanted to stay near the playzone with my friends. So I decided to enter the playzone and stationed myself along one of the stepped edges, with my boy on the floor in front of me. We had a very hot and sensual play scene, but I’ll save that story for another time…

At around 3am, Domina Jade, Sir Marc and sabine were considering heading off, however I tempted them into joining us for one of our long-standing traditions of breakfast at Picassos after a night out of fetish and dungeon fun. It wasn’t hard to convince them, since it had been such a long time since we had the chance to do so. I also managed to convice my submissive toriko’s friend “JF” to join us as well.

It was about 3:30 am by the time we arrived, but we found a nice long table for the six of us. In almost any other town or city; we would have made quite the spectable — as I was still clad in my red leather corset and some of the others were also wearing latex and leathers, and sabine was dressed totally “en femme”. However, Montreal being the wonderfully kinky and eclectic city that it is, we barely rated a second glance from the other late-night patrons.

Breakfast at Picassos is a wonderful tradition; it allows us all to “wind down” from the night’s fun and to recap some of our adventures to each other. I believe that it has really given us a great sense of bonding as well because it is such a wonderful casual feeling to share our stories and experiences over a good meal — of course it doesn’t hurt that we are all usually starving by then!

“JF” told my boy that he only needed to be dropped off at a metro so that he could begin the long trek home (Picasso’s in in NDG and he lived in the north of Montreal, easily an hour and a half or more of travel at that hour). toriko wisely told him that the decision was not up to him, but rather rested in the hands of his Mistress. I, of course, would have nothing to do with that and stated flatly that I would have toriko drive him right to his door. “JF” seemed a little surprised but did not object to my decision; it also gave me a chance to chat with him during the ride and get to know him a bit better — something that is a little difficult to do in the rather loud environment of a Fetish Ball.

Afterwards, my submissive toriko chauffeured me home, as the sun rose in the eastern sky; it’s sunbeams making the early morning frost glisten and sparkle like diamonds. What a beautiful way to end a kinky night’s fun at yet another fantastic Fetish Ball!

Kinky friends from Montreal, the Maritimes & California

Friends

I’m still not feeling 100%. The past few nights, I keep getting coughing fits which don’t let me get any sleep at night, so my sleep cycle is pretty well upside down for now. I’m managing to get at least some work done, but I still find that I need an awful lot of sleep to feel fully rested. For now, I’m just listening to my body’s cues and taking care of myself the best I can — I *really* want to make it to the big April Fool’s Fetish Ball this coming Saturday.

Let’s see, got to catch up with a few friends over the weekend. As mentioned previously, Sir Marc dropped by on Friday night and we chatted primarily about geeky and kinky stuff. I also had a chance to talk briefly with my good friend Domina Jade; I hope to see her at the Fetish Ball as well. I’m still behind in some of my email correspondence and phone calls though — my throat is not always up for long phone calls.

I was also lucky enough to catch a good kinky friend of mine from the Maritimes, Lady Shade, in one of the online chat rooms; it was real nice to talk to her again. It’s been such a long time since I got to spend time with her. If I remember correctly, it was probably Halloween 2005, when I attended the big weekend-long party at the Top Floor dungeon. It was a magnificent event, where I got to meet tons of wonderful local kinksters, including several nice subs that I got to play with.

I think one of the reasons we originally hit it off is that we are both of such small stature. I’ve never met anyone else whose hands were as tiny as mine; hers looked like a mirror image of mine! If I remember correctly, she also really liked my hugs. There is something so perfect about hugging someone the same height as you, especially when you are only 5 feet tall; I guess because it is so rare — that it feels like you can just fit into each other’s arms nicely and rest your head on their shoulder too… Yep, I like short people hugs.

Our friend from San Francisco, Midori, arrived in Montreal today; she’s got 5 workshops that she will be presenting during the coming week. I’m hoping that we might have a chance to take her out for dinner like we have in the past, but it will depend greatly on her tight schedule, and of course, on how my health is doing.

Friday night with pizza and a friend

Pizza

On Friday night, my friend Sir Marc came by for an impromptu visit. I had been working quite hard during the course of the day on one of my client’s web projects and was really due for a break. So, literally within minutes of putting away the project for the night, I get this phone call — it’s Marc and he’s bored…

Well, I was in the mood for a bit of socializing, but not quite up to heading out of the house — my earlier adventure this week to Northbound Leather with Lady Katana took quite a bit out of me. So we decided that he should come over here and we’d catch up on stuff over a pizza. I managed to keep my voice going all night by constantly sipping on hot tea, along with the help of lots of cough drops.

We ended up spending several hours chatting about geeky stuff; mainly about website design, marketing and publicity. As he put it, he wanted to “pick my brain” on ideas on how to make his upcoming website work well with some of the ideas he has.

I brought out my sexy Apple laptop to show him some stuff I’ve been working on recently. He was caught off guard at first until I explained that we have the house and studio equipped for wireless high-speed internet access with my Airport Express.

I also showed him my newly revamped blog. He really liked the look of it a lot and it seems to have inspired him to catch up on his blog entries as well. Sir Marc’s blog is now listed in my “Kinky Blogs” blogroll on the right hand side.

We also discussed about some of his recent purchases of new latex clothing. I showed him a pic of the new red leather corset that I have ordered and that I hope to get in time for next weekend’s big April Fool’s Fetish Ball.

Speaking of which, we also did some last minute brainstorming. Our group of kinky friends, Club Fetish, has been coordinating with the Fetish Ball organizer, Isabeau, on how we can help to improve the BDSM dungeon area of the event. Hopefully by implementing some of our tips, it should make for a safer and more enjoyable playzone for everyone, as well as improving the overall traffic flow in the downstairs lounge area.

We also commiserated how little we’ve had the chance to practice our bondage techniques since we both graduated from Midori’s Rope Dojo last fall. We both hope to remedy that in the near future though.

All in all, Sir Marc ended up leaving at around 3:30 am to drive back home. I’m really glad he dropped by; it was an enjoyable evening with a kinky friend that did me a lot of good mentally. (I’m not too sure how much good it did for my throat though, as my voice has been rather rough all day Saturday and I’ve had to let several phone calls go to voicemail since I was not in any shape to talk very much…)

On My Way Home…

Covered Bridge

The day I left from Nova Scotia, my Mom was also packing up for a trip to Cape Breton, so the house was a bit chaotic. After another late night, I tried getting up early enough to be on time for the opening of the online registration of Midori’s Rope Dojo that is being held on the weekend of October 28 & 29th in Montreal.

I had a touch of panic when the registration wasn’t operating yet, as it stated that it would open at 6am Pacific time. I would be heading on the road soon and wouldn’t necessarily have another chance to try until I got home. I remember how fast Midori‘s previous Rope Dojos had sold out and wanted to make sure that I could register for our two spaces.

I remained calm and ran a few last minute errands around town; including picking up a handful of good quality riding crops and two dressage whips from the local agricultural Coop for some friends back home. When I returned to finish packing my wagon, I tried the registration process one more time — Success! What a relief! So, Michael and I are now registered for Midori’s Rope Dojo and we are really looking forward to it.

I left on the road at the same time my Mom left and we waved again as we went our separate ways. Although I did not manage to get as many things done on my to-do list that I would have liked (primarily due to the weather and my car key crisis); it had still been very enjoyable to spend time with my Mom and my older sister.

The first leg of my trip to Fredericton was relatively uneventful and I pulled up to Dooleys at around 8:45 pm. I had made last minute arrangements to meet with some of the local kink community on my way back home. I was greeted by two friendly locals, Bob & Mad and we sat in the comfy couches near the fireplace to exchange some stories and share experiences. We had some interesting discussions including comparing & contrasting our respective kink communities — quite the difference! It was a fun experience and I am looking forward to the next time I have the opportunity to stop there again, hopefully with more lead time so that more people could make it out for an informal munch type gathering.

I stopped for a quick bite to eat before continuing on the road around 11 pm. About a half hour afterwards, it started to rain, a little while later and it was an absolute downpour. Even with my Rain-X rain repellant on the windshield it quickly became undriveable, so I found a safe rest-over place at a 24hr truck stop/restaurant/gas station and slept in the back of my wagon until morning.

Continued on my way, enjoying the countryside with the early morning fog. Found a lovely spooky abandoned farmhouse along the way, so I stopped to do some photography. I even enjoyed a breakfast of handfuls of wild raspberries from amidst the masses of wildflowers; what a nice way to start the morning. Stopped briefly in Hartland, New Brunswick to refill my Tim Horton’s French Vanilla Cappucino and to photograph the world’s longest covered bridge in the morning fog. (See my blog photo on the top.)

As usual, I crossed the border at the Edmunston NB & Madawaska ME border, in order to fill up on relatively cheap gas (at least compared to Canadian prices). Stocked up on some of my favourites – Sobe Green Ice Tea, as it is hard to find back in Montreal.

The last leg of the trip across the province of Quebec was extremely hot and muggy; thank goodness for air conditioning! I was originally planning to stop in Quebec City to do some more photography but the heat made me decide otherwise, since it would have made for too much of an exhausting day, especially since I still had three more hours of driving back to Montreal. I’m glad I skipped my excursion, as I was already very tired when I pulled into my driveway at around 4 pm, with not even enough energy to unpack the car.

I was very glad for my new iPod during this trip to the Maritimes and back. There are several parts of the journey when there are few if any decent radio stations; and it allowed me to listen to my own collection music with absolutely no commercials or annoying announcers, and without having to change my CDs all the time. Strangely enough, the last song that played on my iPod as I drove the last few streets home was entitled “I’m Going Home” by Chris de Burgh; the opening line of which is “I left my home by the ocean…”

Michael was a sweetheart and had burned some of my favourite scented oils for my return, so the house smelled so sweet and inviting when I walked in the door; to be welcomed by him and the cats. I do love travelling and exploring, but there is nothing quite so nice as returning home to your own comfy bed…

Review of Midori Rope Bondage workshop in Ottawa

Midor - Art of Japanese Bondage

Got so many stories to share from the past month — better catch up before the details fade away too much from all the other stuff that I have been doing…

At the end of August, I drove to Ottawa twice to attend some Midori workshops. One of them was “The Art of Feminine Dominance”; as it turned out, I am very much beyond this workshop’s level, but it was still quite entertaining with quite a few points of interest that were raised. In retrospect, I could have probably skipped it with no great loss, but then again, it’s sometimes hard to tell this from a simple workshop description.

I stayed overnight and visited with a very old and dear friend, who lives in the suburbs near Manotick. He allowed me to indulge myself with a very looooong soak in his lovely enormous bathtub. It’s so huge that I can actually float without touching any of the sides or the bottom! What a wonderful way to de-stress oneself after a long drive.

The other Midori workshop was an “Intro to Japanese Rope Bondage” that I attended with my Dom partner, Master Michael. I’ve been studying this style of bondage lately, but wasn’t too sure where I would rate in terms of level. As it turned out, I was definitely past the basics, so I encouraged Michael to take advantage of all the workshop’s lab time to practice on me, since I get more of a chance to practice then he does as of late…

We both thouroughly enjoyed Midori’s demo of her style of “rope dance”; which is much more interactive with the bottom — passionate, emotional and extremely sensual. She never stops moving and touching the bottom, caressing and stroking their body with both her hands and the rope. She uses the rope’s texture and roughness to stimulate their skin and overall body, from their crotch to their nipples.

This style of bondage is much more physically active then the more static styles of bondage that I’ve been more familiar with up ’till this time. Bondage had always consisted of tying “pretty knots” in very symmetrical patterns. However, Midori’s style of “rope dance” is much more “ad-lib”, almost always asymmetrical. And yet she has such magnificent control of the bottom’s body, because she uses the ropes to help her discover the person’s individual center of gravity and uses it to her advantage. She is able to manhandle and physically move around a person twice her physical weight, with what seems to be great ease.

This ad-libbing consists of very impromptu moves and ties, using the ropes as they drape, move and fall into place. It keeps the bottom very off-guard, especially if they are blindfolded; as they have a hard time anticipating the next move or tie, unlike regular bondage, which can sometimes be very predictable.

Although I was entranced by Midori’s demonstration; I was sure that a great part of it had to do with the particular sub that she had as a volunteer body. This bottom seemed to go very easily into “rope space”. As a result, Michael and I were both left feeling that “Sure it can look great, IF you have a rope-slut to play with…” However, our opinions were to change the following week when we attended another of Midori’s workshops in Montreal…

Master Michael picked up a copy of her new “Kink” book. I had brought my copy of her Japanese bondage book and she was nice enough to autograph both of them for us. We had also brought her a special little gift; one of my “kinky” italian charm bracelets that I designed (and for which I’ve been gaining a reputation within the Montreal community). I had selected a number of kink-related charms, along with her name “Midori” spelled out in gold letters on a black enamel background, and a pair of BDSM emblems and tiny handcuffs. She seemed genuinely pleased and surprised by our gift.

To be continued…