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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!

Annual PowWow Trip

PowWow

It’s been a very hectic two weeks… I had to prepare and pack for another trip to the Maritimes — and with a non-functioning air conditioner in the main living area of the house, it was extremely muggy and exhausting.

I left around 4 am Wednesday morning (July 13th), and at least that meant that it was marginally cool driving, since the air conditioner in the car was on the fritz again. The dealer had refilled it with coolant and added a tagger to trace the leak, and sure enough, it had started leaking again — so no more A/C on the drive down. Starting around the New Brunswick border, it rained off an on for the rest of the drive to Miramichi. Luckily, I had replaced my wipers while I stopped in Edmunston, as during the drive through the desolate Plaster Rock park, it rained extremely heavily. There is almost no shoulder on that back road, and very few places safe enough to pull over, so it was actually safer to keep on driving, albeit a very slow 50-70 km. The rain was so loud pouring down that I had to have the sound system blaring just to hear the music over the rain hitting the car’s exterior!

I arrived in Miramichi around 8pm Thursday the 14th, and dropped into my Aunt and Uncle’s place to see if anyone was home. No one there. Ok, off to the powwow grounds to find a good spot and at least set up my screen tent. Figures, it rains again while I am trying to put it up, but some very friendly neighbours helped me to get it up quite quickly. I also added the side tarps, to protect the interior from rain, so the ground wouldn’t be soaked the next day and I could put down my ground sheet. Finished up just as the last of the daylight was going and drove over to my relatives and spent the night recuperating from the long drive.

Next day I slept in a bit and ran some errands; such as going to the bank to make sure I had enough bills for change and picked up a Subway sandwich to eat later, as well as some Tim Horton’s French Vanilla, tea biscuits for a quick breakfast, as well as a half dozen muffins, also for later.

I must admit that Miramichi is one of my favorite powwows, because it is big enough to draw a good variety of people but not so huge as to become a major commercial style event. The organizers do a very good job and the grounds themselves, located beside the Miramichi river, are beautiful. They are also one of the few powwows left that do not charge either the vendors or the attendees, which certainly helps both in terms of variety of goods on display, as well as the growing number of visitors. I understand that this year drew about 3,000 people, practically twice as big as last year.

I didn’t get to see as much of the activities up close as I did last year, as there was more crowd between my tent and the dance circle. I also rarely had relatives drop by to spell me for bathroom breaks; my Aunt dropped by for an hour on Sunday so that I could actually take some photos of the dancers and their regalia — otherwise I pretty well would have missed the best of it. Did meet a hoop dancer from Maniwaki who turned out to be the niece of one of our very old family friends; pretty cool how small a world it is sometimes!

Saturday night had a fireworks show, quite tiny compared to the annual International Fireworks Competition we have in Montreal, but it is located much closer to the spectators, so comparitively speaking it seems quite large and impressive. Was quite fun to watch as I haven’t seen that many fireworks this year…

The entire weekend was extremely hot and muggy; at one point, my travel clock that features a temperature sensor, measured a high of 38.5 degrees Celcius in the shade of my tent. Outside in the sun, it measured 50 degrees Celcius or 120 degrees Farenheit. I even took a digital pic of the temperature reading, because I was sure that nobody would believe me later… So many people commented on how cool my tent was compared to outside, so the shade was definitely a bonus for attracting and keeping potential clients to look and shop for my charm bracelets that much longer…

I didn’t do quite as well as last year (about $100 less), but there were so many more vendors than last year that the visitor’s spending money was probably spread that much thinner as a result. Still, a good part of it will go towards the repair costs for the car’s A/C unit, as well as other expenses. It was also very nice to spend some time with my Aunt, Uncle and cousins, and my Mom took the train from NS to join us, so I drove her back and I am currently spending some time here in Nova Scotia.

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

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. **