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Kink Music Video of the Month: “Nightmare”

Halsey's Nightmare music video

Amazing and beautiful Halsey is back again with a hell of a music vid for her single, “Nightmare”.

The music vid features an all-woman cast that includes appearances by Cara Delevingne and Debbie Harry, as well as latex clothing, schoolgirl outfits and a red rope bondage spider web, with Halsey wrapped in nothing but red rope.

“Nightmare” is a timely feminist anthem, where Halsey angrily sings “I’m tired and angry, but somebody should be.” Another great line: “No, I won’t smile, but I’ll show you my teeth.”

Feast on this!!

Our Canadian Thanksgiving happened a few weeks ago, and next week will be American Thanksgiving — what better time to feast on this yummy video of Katy Perry wearing latex and surrounded by food? Enjoy!!

Lenny Kravitz Rocks With His Cock Out!

US artist Lenny Kravitz made headlines this week when he literally rocked his pants off at a rip-roaring gig in Scandinavia on Monday night –- apparently Kravitz shredded so hard on stage, that his cock fell out!

Lenny_busting_out

Appearing in a concert in Stockholm, Sweden; the rocker wore tight leather pants; when he crouched during his first song onstage, he busted right through his pants and left his “family jewels” dangling for all to see. Continue reading

Recuperating from the weekend’s fetish fun!

Montreal at night

Well, today has been a wonderfully lazy Monday for me. In some ways I still feel like I am recuperating from this past weekend, but in a wonderful way as I am still feeling very high from all of it.

Starting around Wednesday last week, things started falling into place for having a group of several of us attending Club Sin’s Fetish Friday event. They are held on the 1st and 3rd friday of each month, and I knew I would be out of town for the second one.

We ended up with, ummmm, lets see: Myself, my Dom partner Master Michael, my male sub jon, a new Domme friend I met last month and two of her friends and the last minute addition of Red Claws, who is a part of my Club Fetish gang. So 7 of us in total.

Master Michael and I arrived a bit later than we hoped; parking was hell downtown, but then again it was one of the first really nice weekends in Montreal and people were out “in masse” on Saint Catherine street. In fact, just around the corner from Club Cleo, there was an entire a block and half of motorcycles parked side by side — looked like something out of a Bike & Motor show. Wow, what an assemblage of motor power; it was kinda hot and sexy to see all that chrome and horsepower in one place out in the open.

We finally got parked and up to Club Cleo just before 11 pm and found some of our party already there. We moved over to my favorite large corner booth (the one on the upper tier with the “fence”) and commandeered most of it. (There was a couple in the corner that stayed all night, with her in a full jute or hemp rope body harness under her skirt and blouse and him making subtle adjustments to it most of the night.)

As many of my friends know, I am very much a people-watcher and Fetish Fridays are a great source of observation for all sorts of BDSM, fetish, goth, vampire, leather & latex lovers, as well as a variety of TG/TV/CD folk. A virtual smorgasbord of kinksters! I love it!

Over the months, we’ve gradually given descriptive nicknames to some of the regulars we’ve seen but do not know personally. (It makes it easier to describe who and what kind of crowd were there to somebody who couldn’t make it.)

There is one very slightly built young man that we’ve affectionately dubbed “Bouncy Boy” who *always* dresses in the same head to toe black latex, complete with gloves and full head hood. The name derives from his dancing style which reminds of us a string marionette being bounced up and down. He is quite the active dancer, which has me wondering how exactly he can handle the heat, since it can get quite warm in the club, never mind with all that latex. I certainly admire his endurance!

There was one guy who had us giggling all night… Someone dubbed him “Crooked Thong” for his habit of keeping his thong strap waaaay over on his left butt cheek — it just looked sooooo wrong. I am *so* lucky I wasn’t sipping on my drink when he was first pointed out to me; I would have spiffed it everywhere! I mean, why wear a thong if you are not going to wear it properly? If you really can’t stand the feel of a thong strap between your butt cheeks, why not wear a jockstrap style with the two straps on either side?

I was, however, very pleased to see Maitre Pierre and Mistress Catherine and one of their subs, sabine (dressed in full sissy gear) at the event. I hadn’t seen them since a few weeks back at the local slosh they organized. (A slosh is a bit like a munch but usually held in the evening over drinks and perhaps some munchies, but not usually a full meal.) If you’ve ever watched the show “Kink” on Showcase, Maitre Pierre and Mistress Catherine and their subs were featured on the Montreal-based series, which has been showing this past season.

Mistress Catherine introduced me to Domina Jade at their table. I thought I recognized the name and asked if she also went by AsianKinkySiren online. Indeed, it WAS her and it was such a pleasure to meet her. Later on in the evening, when some of our booth was freed up, I invited her to join our tables. We chatted as best we could with the loud music and discovered that we had quite a bit in common — it was a great way to end the night!

I slept in on Saturday until around noon; I had a great night’s sleep and woke well rested and refreshed. I chatted on the phone with one of my Domme friends, Lady Katana, who lives quite near to me. She needed to run some errands too, so Master Michael and I picked her up in our car and we all did our errands together, as it made the day less tedious and more fun. It’s so delightful having friends who have as warped a sense of humour as you do; it’s nice not to have to explain the pop/media references, the movie quotes, etc.

At the end of the day’s errands, I treated everyone to our favorites at the local Tim Hortons coffee shop — extra large French Vanilla Cappuccinos for Lady Katana and myself, and an Iced Cappuccino for Master Michael. Mmmmmmm…. what a great way to end the day!

Sunday was quite leisurely and easy-going as well, with a few phone calls to track down my Mom and give her my best wishes and an afternoon visit to Master Michael’s Mom to deliver some flowers and spend some time with her… I spent a good part of the evening catching up on email, surfing the Net and working on installing some new software for the Club Fetish site. All in all, a great weekend.

I’m already in the planning stages for this coming weekend’s events; a fetish play party sponsored by Il Bolero on Friday the 13th (they recently changed the date so it wouldn’t conflict with other similar events) and changed the location to a new bar, Club L’Eclipse. I’ve never been to it, as it was always held on the same day as the Club Sin Fetish Fridays, and I love those. I’m hoping to check it out with my sub and a Domme friend so we can do a review of it for Club Fetish.

On Saturday the 14th, there is a BDSM-themed night being held at Le Chateau. Again my sub jon, and another Domme friend of mine are planning on attending, as we had such a great time there together last month, with some other of our friends.

This will be my last weekend in town before heading out to the Maritimes until the end of the month… Things are certainly more “rural” out there as regards the BDSM & Fetish scenes, so I want to fill my system to last me until I get back!!

~ 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. **