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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!

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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

Kinky Tennis Anyone?

A commercial for the new tennis video game “Top Spin 4” is drawing a lot of attention and controversy, thanks to an appearance by real-world tennis star Serena Williams … and her very curvy derrière.

In the ad, Serena dons studded bracelets, lace-up thigh-high stockings and a sleek black bodysuit that seems more appropriate for a night of BDSM and fetish rather than an afternoon of well, you know, tennis.

The video shows plenty of butt shots and sweaty cleavage as well as lots of sexy grunting — and makes this video game of tennis into something out of a teenage boy’s wet dream, as they call out “Yes, Mistress Serena, hit me again!”

Unholy Harvest – Oct. 10-12th, 2008

Unholy Harvest

My dear friend Andrea, the former Montrealer now living in Toronto, otherwise known as the Sex Geek, has been mentioned in an article regarding the upcoming Unholy Harvest. It’s a very cool women’s only event which is happening this coming Thanksgiving long weekend (yeah, we Canadians celebrate our Thanksgiving holiday a month before Americans).

The Unholy Army’s early goal was to queer kinky spots by inviting a critical mass of lesbians to play spaces on quiet nights. Building on that success, St-Urbain and co-organizer Andrea Zanin launched Unholy Harvest in Ottawa last year. It’s a weekend getaway for lesbians and transfolk into BDSM (bondage/discipline, dominance/submission, sadism/masochism.)

To read the complete article and more about this event, check out the Ottawa Xtra online version: “Leather Dykes Revel in Unholy Harvest“. And here’s a link to the website for the Unholy Harvest; weekend memberships are $110, contact them through their website to see if there are still any spaces available.

Review: May 2nd Club Sin Fetish Friday

Club Sin May 2008
On Friday, May 2nd, Club Sin was celebrating it’s 50th consecutive “Fetish Friday” event at Club Cleopatra’s here in Montreal. Quite an accomplishment as fetish events go here in the city.

Earlier in the week, I had arranged for my submissive “g” to pick up a few of the free tickets that had been offered by Club Sin via some of the kink-related shops in town. He was ordered to show up ahead of time and reserve us a good seating area, since I was also expecting a few of my other friends to show up and wanted to be able to sit together with them.

My alpha submissive toriko helped me to prepare for the night’s outing; laying out my choice of clothing for the event. I decided to have a bit of fun and dressed as a “Pirate Slaver Queen”, complete with a black leather corset with lots of silver spikes and buckles, a white low-cut lace-up pirate blouse that displayed my cleavage nicely, along with my trusty chrome handled flogger over one shoulder and an 8 foot long leather bullwhip coiled and slung over the other. It was all topped off by a superb dark leather tricorne hat that I picked up last fall. All in all, a quite striking and unusual outfit which garnered a number of compliments that night.

We had originally hoped to bring our good friend, the lovely Lady Roxy with us, but at the last minute she was simply too tired, especially since she had to get up early to work the next morning; so we made arrangements to catch up again later. I miss her warm smile and sweet soul a lot…

My lucky blessings from the all-powerful urban Parking Gods continued to hold well; a car pulled out of a spot about three doors away from the Club Cleo‘s entrance just as I drove up. The chances of that are extraordinary; especially on a busy Friday night in downtown Montreal!

I had toriko call “g” on his cellphone to let him know to come downstairs and give us our tickets. It was at that time that we discovered something that was rather upsetting. Apparently, the organizer had decided at the last minute NOT to honour the free tickets that had been issued and distributed, and instead to charge people at the door. I was *seriously* NOT impressed — those kinds of actions are the type of thing that can ruin an event’s reputation in short order, despite years of good publicity.

Anyways, I guess an awful lot of other people bitched and complained about the situation as well — because when we finally arrived to the ticket-taker; she explained that the promoter had backed down and that it would be free after all. Still, what a fiasco; especially since it was so unexpected — we’ll have to see how it affects Club Sin’s general reputation in the long run. As it is, I’m not sure I’ll bother going again unless I’m supporting a friend who is performing and has put me on their guest list; at least that way I can be sure, hmmm, or can I? :sighs and rolls eyes:

It was around 11:30pm by the time we got in and the club was already quite packed. was nice to see so many familiar faces including: Lord Peter (whom I hadn’t seen since New Year’s Eve), Sir Marc, Mistress Zyra & Malcolm, slave ricky and many more… My pretty boytoy toriko found and brought over our young lady friend of recent acquaintance; I have bestowed upon her the pet nickname of Tatsu (because she was born in a Year of the Dragon, just like myself). She was wearing a pretty new dark blue and black brocade custom corset that looked absolutely gorgeous on her, especially with her matching hair falls.

The seating that my submissive “g” had reserved for us was in the upper level and consisted of a rounded comfy rounded couch area at one end of the small play zone. It was a good spot, as it kept us from being crowded and banged into by the milling crowds. It was unfortunate that throughout the evening, despite having clothing, purses and toybags on our seats whenever someone stepped away to get a drink, have a dance or even use the washroom — that some of the more clueless or drunken males would try to plunk themselves down, hoping to get a good spot to watch some of the nearby play action or during the stage presentations. However, between myself and my boys; we managed to keep our reserved zone to ourselves. Hey, if they want a good spot, get here early or have someone else hold them a good seat; but don’t go stealing other people’s seats! Jeez, how rude!

Shortly after midnight, there was a video presentation to honour the birthday of a local fetish community member known as “The Richard”. Totally didn’t get to see any of it; since too many people came up to our upper level and plunked themselves in front of our seating area. So much for the good sight-line! When it came to the follow-up fashion show by Creation SIS, us smaller ladies actually had to stand up on the couch in order to be able to see above the crowd. What I did see was not too bad; however I would have preferred more fashion (ie: more outfits and shown more clearly) and less of the lengthy onstage fondling. I’m sure that part of that is due to a limited working budget of course.

After the show, we were joined by several friends, including Ambrosia Demise  who came over and we had as nice a chat as we could, considering the loud music… speaking of which….

One of the reasons that I rarely attend Club Sin anymore is because the music is simply too *fucking* loud! I actually had to have my boys dig out the “emergency” ear plugs out of the toy bag. Unfortunately there were only two sets; so toriko and I made use of them as we were both getting headaches and our ears were ringing. Even with the ear plugs, I found it loud and difficult to carry a conversation for any length of time. I know an awful lot of other people in the community feel the same way and won’t attend Fetish Fridays anymore for the same reason — they value their hearing.

One of the redeeming features of the night was catching sight of one of my occasional play parters, submissive “v” — I asked him if he was available and we proceeded to enjoy a relatively subdued play scene, because the environment was not the best for anything more intense or involved. I had toriko reserve the play area with the chains hanging from the ceiling (there was only one other play area besides that).

I had a good flogging session with submissive “v” and then had my other boys prepare my candles and some ice for some sensual hot wax play. I love to play with two candles in one hand; it doubles the drip rate of the wax — I’ve also been told many times that it does look rather spectacular from an observer’s viewpoint. Afterwards, I “shaved” the wax of his back with a shiny but safe-edged knife.

We followed up with some much-needed aftercare (for Me!) by having “v” giving me one of his intense foot massages, “g” being my “drink boy” holding my silver tray and drinking goblet nearby and slowly fanning myself with my chinese fan while toriko saw to the toys being stowed safely away. I had a good chuckle when someone mentioned how everytime they saw me, I always had so many submissives around me catering to my needs… I looked around at all “my boys” and realized that she was right — damn I’m a wonderfully spoiled Lady at times! I do love my life as a Domme!

At the end of the evening, as people were going around saying their farewells, I was joined by the sexy skin-tight catsuit-wearing Maîtresse Malycia; it was so good to see her again. She, along with Sir Marc, decided to join the boys and myself for our usual breakfast tradition; however this time we ventured to a quaint little 24hr café in the Gay Village, since we haven’t been particularly pleased with Picasso’s as of late.

As we drove there, it was quite interesting to observe the wonderful variety of people pouring forth onto the streets of Ste. Catherine as the bars and clubs closed. Montreal is such an amazing city; I love the diversity and perversity of it all!

Breakfast was much needed by all by that time; it had been such a long time since any of us had anything to eat. We got a chance to catch up and discuss a variety of topics, and best of all, without having to shout at each other! 😉 The sun was slowly rising as we left the café shortly after 6am and drove Maîtresse Malycia home; then toriko and I headed back to the West Island for some much-needed sleep.

Kinky leather shopping…

Kinky Shopping

Yesterday was the first day of spring and it was a rather beautiful day here in Montreal. The sky was blue and clear of clouds, the sun was out and it was relatively warm, as long as you were out of the wind.

I’m still feeling under the weather, but I’ve also been starting to go stir-crazy… Since I was having a better day than most, health-wise, I decided to take the opportunity to “make a break for it” and escape from the house, if even for a few hours. I loaded myself up with my cold medication and brought along a small hoarde of cough drops so that I could keep my voice going.

My co-conspirator for the afternoon would be my best friend, Lady Katana, who is also a member of the Montreal FemDomme Society. We haven’t had the opportunity to spend much time together these past few months, so it seemed like a perfect chance to head out to do some kinky leather shopping and catch up with each other.

We first dropped by Le Melange Magique; it’s been years since I had been here and it was nice to check it out again. I picked up some wonderful scented oils both for use in my henna blends as well as for aromatherapy.

From there we decided to take the scenic route to our next stop by driving along Ste. Catherine street, since it was such a beautiful day. We headed out to Montreal’s Gay Village district, to check out Northbound Leather‘s big going out of business sale, as they are closing their Montreal location.

We spent about an hour there, checking out what stock was left. The store had already been picked clean of all the smaller accessories, so I didn’t have any luck with any of the stuff that I was looking for. I did, however, come across an absolutely gorgeous floor-length black leather coat. It had a very slim fitted waistline that flared out to a very full and flared skirt. The zippered front came up to a very flattering cowl-style hood.

There was only one left and I convinced Lady Katana to try it on. It was a bit snug with her sweater’s bulky sleeves so I found a fitted leather lace-up bodysuit instead to try out under it. My jaw dropped when she came out of the fitting room, as she looked absolutely stunning in the combination! I couldn’t resist snapping a few pics to capture the moment. Even the young salesman thought she looked great in it.

However, even at half-price, it would be almost $700 with tax; which was rather over our budget for the day… I joked that we will have to find her a rich sub to help sponsor her excellent taste in fetish clothing!

Lady Katana did pick up her ticket for next weekend’s April Fool’s Fetish Ball. Several of my kink friends plan on going and we are really looking forward to a night of kinky fun. We stayed for a little while after the store closed and chatted with the friendly young salesman for a while before heading out to find a bite to eat.

We decided to splurge for a nice fancy dinner, since we didn’t find anything we wanted to buy, or could afford to buy at Northbound. So we headed off to one of our favourites – Bâton Rouge. Lady Katana’s side ceasar salad was huge, so we split it. For our main courses, she had filet mignon and I chose the chicken breast and ribs combo. Their ribs are magnificent; smoky and sweet and so tender they literally fall off the bone. As a final luxury we treated ourselves to a nice drink — she selected a Tropical Blitz and I had a non-alcoholic Strawberry Daquiri (I was still on my cold meds after all). However, due to the remnants of my “bug” I wasn’t as hungry as I thought I was, especially after the big salad, and only ate about a quarter of my dinner; so I ended up bringing the rest home.

We were both feeling quite full and rather tired out, so I drove Lady Katana back to her place and headed back home myself. My afternoon’s escapade had definitely taken it’s toll on me and I could barely keep awake and headed off to my comfy bed, to sink into my fluffy duvet and pillows and drifted off to sleep.

More black leather… Ummmmm!

Black leather couch

I kinda strained my back yesterday, as my neighbour’s hedge was really starting to crowd our driveway, and so I trimmed our side of it — as he had already given me permission to do so if it ever bothered me.

While I was at it, I also trimmed the cedar bushes on either side of my front entry, as well as the mock orange bushes in front of the house. Then I got inspired to use the weed-wacker to trim underneath the edge of the hedge, as it was becoming overgrown as well. So between all of that and then raking all the debris up, I overdid things a bit and was feeling rather achy last night; so I needed to dig out my heating pad to soothe some strained back muscles.

Today consists mainly of trying to clean out the living room, to make way for a new black leather couch, which is due to arrive tomorrow. I got my existing couch secondhand and I had it for a good 8-9 years. The couch was supremely comfy but had a very ugly fabric upholstery; which was remedied with the use of a nice golden velvet cover and some gold and black cushions. However, some of it’s coils and webbing finally bit the dust and caused a major sinkhole in one end — so it’s time to say a final “adieu” to it.

I already have two black leather rocking Captain’s style chairs with matching rocking footrests, so at least everything should meld together relatively well. I was originally looking at this other couch that was on sale at the same store, but when I checked it out in person, I realize it was covered in microfiber — very nice, but deadly in a house with three cats. It would be like having a giant lintbrush in my living room…. not a good idea. The leather should discourage any major furry deposits and I’m not worried about them scratching it, as I have the cats well trained to use their scratching posts.

The new leather couch is extremely comfy — which is an absolute *must* for me. I need to be able to sink into it and Michael needs to be able to stretch out on it, as he occasionally falls asleep watching TV. The armrests have built in pillow-like cushions, as I detest straight sided ones, as they do not lend themselves to curling up in the corner with a good book.

So, anyway — back to work on clearing out a path to the living room for the delivery guys… Better put on some good music to get me moving!

~ Mistress Jade

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