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Montreal / Kahnawake woman crowned Queen of Burlesque!

1st Indigenous woman and 1st Canadian to win the title

Lauren Jiles ( known on stage as Lou Lou la Duchesse de Rière) has been performing burlesque for more than a decade, but her latest win as the 2018 New Orleans Queen of Burlesque is extra special, as she is the 1st Indigenous woman and the 1st Canadian to win the title.

Jiles is Kanien’kehá:ka (Mohawk) from Kahnawake and is well-known in Montreal’s burlesque community. When she started her career 13 years ago, she was one of only a handful of Indigenous performers across Canada.

The international festival, which is in its 10th year, is known for crowning the top classic striptease dancer. Jiles was crowned on September 22nd, 2018 at New Orleans’ Civic Theatre.

Rick Delaup, founder and producer of the New Orleans Burlesque Festival, said Jiles had an edge over other contestants.

“All seven of the contestants are really established burlesque performers who are very skilled at what they do,” he said. “But when you have them all at one showcase where only one of them wins the title, you have to stand out among the others. She had everything in that performance. She had a really stunning costume. It was more original and it was just really noticeable.”

Watch her award-winning performance for yourself!

Montreal Burlesque Festival’s 10th Anniversary!

It will soon be time once again for Montreal’s popular annual Burlesque Festival, which will be celebrating it’s 10th Anniversary this year!

Held from Friday October 20th to Sunday October 22nd, 2018; the festival holds several shows, as well as workshops.

For more information or to obtain tickets, visit the official Montreal Burlesque Festival website.

Review: Exclusive private Dungeon launch party

Bound and Blindfolded

Here I sit on a quiet Sunday evening (July 10th), propped up with tons of comfy pillows in my waterbed, sipping my Lady Gray tea out of my favorite porcelain dragon mug; quietly listening to my Zen music collection. I have my Tibook laptop with me, and two cats curled up on either side of me, as I ponder Saturday evening’s activities… and so I shall share them with you now my dear reader…

A few weeks ago, I had been invited by a well-known Montreal cross-dresser named Jules, to attend a very exclusive private party for the launch of a new dungeon. If any of you have watched the “Kink” series on Showcase, Jules was one of the main characters that they covered during their Montreal series, which was shown last year. In it, we got a partial view of the industrial shop that would eventually be converted into the dungeon that I would be visiting.

Due to a few last minute incoming phone calls, I was a bit late in getting out and despite Mapquest directions, got a bit turned around, but finally found my way to the address that had been indicated. So, I arrived at about 10:45pm. I was pretty sure that I was in the correct area, and as I parked my Saturn, it was confirmed by the sight of two latex & PVC clad kinksters getting out of their car and heading in the same direction. So much for subtlety…I had packed my leather corset into my shoulder bag – to insure a bit of discretion since it is in a predominantly residential area, secondly because driving in this corset feels like being in a body cast!

The heavy metal door seems quite imposing as it cracked open, to reveal two eager subs that greet us demurely. I feel immediately welcome, because one of them is sabine, the sub of Maitre Pierre & Mistress Catherine, with whom I had enjoyed a party just the previous weekend. We exchanged the traditional Montreal two-cheek kiss, and he gently asked “if he may” and delicately adjusted my heavy jeweled necklace to center it for me. What a sweetie!

I descended a small turning staircase and through a heavy barred jaildoor to enter the new dungeon. Wow, what a sight! The first thing that struck me was the sheer size of the room; it had very high ceilings that were easily 12-15 feet in height. The room itself must have been a good 50-60 feet in length and perhaps 20 feet in width. The walls were painted white and were lit with a few red and blue bulbs, giving a wonderful gentle illumination to the space — not too bright, but not so dim that you couldn’t play properly.

Just to the right as I entered, was a small carpeted sitting and conversation area, with a couch, a chaise-longue and a few wooden armchairs. Above it was a decorative shelf featuring some of Jules’ exotic shoe collection. To the left was a curtained area extending about 15 feet, behind which was a changing room/bathroom and some storage, and just beyond that was an area with a small fridge, coolers of drinks, and a table laid out with shrimp hors-d’oeuvres, crispy snacks and bite-size pieces of pizza, among other things. In the center area, just past the sitting area, was the first of several magnificent pieces of play equipment that were placed strategically around the rest of the dungeon.

As I waited my turn to be able to change into my corset and antique top hat, I spied sabine’s owners, Maitre Pierre and Mistress Catherine (also featured on Kink) and went to greet them and exchange a few pleasantries. I once again thanked them warmly for inviting me to their BBQ/Pool Party the previous weekend, as I had enjoyed myself immensely! I finally got a chance to change and felt immediately much more at ease. I wore my favorite black leather lambskin corset, with my “equipment belt” over it from which hung my thumbcuffs, handcuffs, and into which I had tucked my riding crop and black ostrich plume feather fan. I also wore a floor-length flowing black velvet skirt and my antique top hat — which I had trimmed for this occasion with a strip of red “vet wrap” to match the two red bands in my hair, which I had styled into a french braid and flowed into a long braid that extended past my waist, that was also tipped in red wrap, adding a colourful accent to an otherwise dark outfit.

I began to tour the rest of the dungeon, inspecting the imposing play equipment pieces in detail. The first was a large “inversion” piece that had two “stations” on it — the one on the end of the axle is a X cross, with holes for feet and face and a multitude of straps. The second is hung more in the middle of the axle and is a a seat to which a sub can be very securely strapped in, with their legs slightly apart. There is a large hand wheel at the opposite end, with which one can use to slowly turn the entire contraption, suspending and inverting the strapped-in sub. I got to see it in action later on in the evening and I must say that it is quite impressive. One heavyset sub had received a heavy spanking and flogging while suspended upside down, with her buttocks nicely presented at the perfect height. I also spoke to the two subs, who had each been in one of the two stations, and they were very enthusiastic about their experience. The heavyset sub has particularly impressed at how well she had been supported by the straps and mentioned that she had felt extremely comfortable the whole time — which of course meant that she could concentrate on the sensations being given to her by the Top. Most people had been holding back and simply admired the equipment, but once Jules had strapped in the sub to demonstrate the inversion piece, they loosened up and started playing with their subs on the various pieces of play furniture.

About mid-way in the room, there was a huge metal suspension frame, complete with electric winch to lift the overhead suspension bar. Quite a few of the subs present were practically salivating at the thought of hanging from it’s chains… Towards the far end of the dungeon, were several other pieces including: a very large and imposing wooden chair with rings and tie-down sections, a floor-level piece of furniture that featured many padded areas and supports to which a sub could be strapped in a head-down kneeling position suitable for spanking and paddling.

There was a pair of crosses attached to each other and leaning back-to-back for stability, one being a St. Andrews cross, the other the standard t-shape. There was also a long padded bench, a large wide leaning board with numerous cut-out sections and tie-down sections and lastly, a hanging wrought iron metal cage that resembled some medieval torture device in which a sub’s head and torso could be trapped with their legs hanging out of it. All in all, a very interesting collection of strong, stable and gorgeous play furniture, much better than anything I have seen to date!

All in all, I would guess that there was easily 40-50 people there at the peak of attendance and it looked like the “who’s who” of the Montreal kink community, many of whom were clad in either leather, latex or other exotic fetish styles. I got to see several of my kinky friends and acquaintances.

I didn’t have any of my subs with me to play that night, so instead I enjoyed numerous discussions with a variety of people, and ended up being one of the last to leave at close to 4 am (dawn had arrived). I did, however get a brief chance to speak to Jullianne (Jules’ Mistress and partner in the dungeon) regarding the possibility of reserving it in the future for a potential evening of fun for my new group, the Montreal FemDomme Society — that would be great! I’ll have to see how many people might be interested in such an outing and what the total costs would be to organize it…

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

My last days in Nova Scotia…

Yet another day trip to Halifax with my Mom — at least it wasn’t raining this time! While she was in her meetings, I took the opportunity to drop by the VenusEnvy store and picked up another bondage book, as well as another 60 feet of that beautiful black rope that I got last time.

We stopped in a small strip mall just the other side of the bridge in Dartmouth on our way back. Found a thrift shop and picked up a wonderful comfy little black leather jacket for under $15; one of the buttons fell off and is in the pocket, but I think I will be replacing them with all-black buttons anyway. It has cute leather cross-lacing detailing at the wrists and at the side slashes on the hips. Perfect for club hopping and such…

Also checked out the dollar store next to the thrift shop and found some great quality hardwood pingpong paddles (will be wonderful for spanking!), as well as some nice rubber-tipped clothespins with a lovely bite.

My Mom had to stop at the local coop credit union to do some banking, so I decided to pass the time in the “coop feed store” next door, looking for kinky stuff… Bingo, hit the jackpot! Found two delightful riding crops, one black and the other a nice burgundy red, for only $6 each! The same quality in an erotic boutique would easily run from $40-$60 each. Man I *so* love tack and riding shops for some of my toys — I can buy so much more for so little! I also picked up two rolls of nice bright red “vet wrap” for mummification purposes.

I can’t believe how many kinky goodies I’ve found on this trip… (giggles to herself)

The next day, before leaving to go back to Montreal, I went to check out my sister’s new antique shop in a nearby little village. It’s in a wonderful old historic two story building, dating from the 1880’s. It’s also next door to another antique shop, so it will help with generating new customers for her as well. She is supposed to open in a few days, so she was still gathering and pricing her items before opening day.

While walking through the shop, I discovered a beautiful antique top hat — something which I’ve been looking for on and off for quite a few years. I always hesitated to order a top hat over the net (especially an antique one) because it can be so hard to tell the quality, condition and how well it fits by only a few pictures.

So it was to my utter delight that I picked it up and put it on my head and found that it fit like it was custom made for me! Wow! My sister was amazed as it is a very small size and nobody who had tried it on over the years has ever fit it. (Apparently she’s had it for over 8 years, but I never knew about it.)

The top hat has maker’s marks from Paris and dates approximately to the 1870-1880’s, so it is around 125 years old. It is in excellent condition and even has the box in which it was imported to London England and then to Canada. It felt so right that it fell into my path and that it fit me so perfectly that I just *had* to buy it! I plan on adding a removable black veiling draping off the back to add a more feminine touch and to wear it to some of my future fetish events as it will go so well with my black leather corset and elbow length black velvet gloves.

Afterwards, my sister and I drove out to a very scenic rocky beach overlooking the north side of Cobequid Bay that she had wanted to share with me. It had a cute little lighthouse with a real house underneath it with a family that still lives in it. It was a spectacular view on a clear and sunny day with the tide coming back into the muddy tidal inlets and the rocky coastline. I had my digital camera with me and took some very nice photographs.

Picked up a few small rounded beach pebbles that “called” to me to bring them home with me. On the way back to the car, a large feather caught my eye at my feet. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was an eagle feather! I took it as a special sign that my father was watching over me and that he sent it to me as a reminder that he was always still nearby even though he was no longer living. (He passed away last February and I still miss him dearly.) I tucked it into my top hat box for safekeeping until I return home, to put with the hawk feather he sent me last year during my last trip back from Nova Scotia.

All in all, a nice way to end my visit to Nova Scotia on a positive note. I still had a long drive back but at least I was in a good mood…

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. **