SadoMasoKitten

Bondage Artist

2007-03-14T17:12:00.000-07:00

Do you currently or are you interested in shooting exquisite rope bondage? Maybe just a little bit, Bettie Page-style, for something retro or burlesque? Or do you work in the hardcore S&M genre and want to see someone in real pain with marks that last?

Mistress Katja Minx, professional Dominatrix, BDSM photographer, and fetish model, is seeking photographers and videographers wanting to take their shoots to the next level - they just need the right bondage artist to make their vision happen. Hire a professional Dominatrix who REALLY knows her way around ropes!

I have lots of rope and lots of experience - bondage is my passion. Rope of any style or color can be procured with a little notice for your special needs.

See some of my work here: http://www.katja-minx.com/Mistress.html

I work with male, female, and transgendered models. I have experience in the BDSM world, the straight porn world, and the alternative porn world (I dare you to try to shock me). Everything from mild to wild - my only restrictions are absolutely no bestiality, no crush of any kind, and obviously no minors. I also have a large cache of S&M equipment that may be available for rental (no clothing or shoes) when I'm working with professionals.

Let me know what you have in mind, I work with many budgets. Travel possible (currently I am in Los Angeles) for larger projects. I'm a no-drama professional.

Just say no to sloppy rope bondage! Drop me an email: katjaminx@yahoo.com

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Will the Chocolate Last?

2007-01-25T21:56:00.000-08:00

An exciting question posited on this very blog some time ago...

This installment I'm certain shall not fail to satisfy, much as a large block of dark Belgian chocolate melts on the tongue and quiets both stomach and mind.

When we last left our heroine, the ever-practical Katja Minx, we were in a bit of a pickle caused by an oaf at the helm of a studio that we had been hoping to rent. More talent was coming and as the day turned into night it became imperative to have a Plan B: Make it up to us with a freebie day to use the studio. I'm sure the oaf had a new asshole ripped for him by his employer, but this was really the only way to make things right.

So we had several days to think, plot, and plan our final two scenes - to be completed on one day of filming. Always difficult when you're trying to get something special out of one major talent (Buck Angel) but he's a trooper. Basically we came up with the idea that if anyone shows up, we fuck 'em (it was a looooong week) since we knew little to nothing about the performance track record of either guy who we'd scheduled.
Our first guy arrived in an odd manner for Los Angeles - on time. Another first for us - he's Mexican. Buck had communicated briefly with him before the shoot and we knew that verbal communication might be a bit difficult. I don't speak Spanish at all (despite living in Los Angeles where I really have absolutely no excuse for not knowing more than the words for food and how to count to ten) and even though Buck recently moved down to Mexico his Spanish is still a bit limited.

Certain words they just don't teach you in the Berlitz books.

He was young, good looking, and well hung. Ready to speak the language of love (or more pointedly, lust). He was able to quickly get an erection with a little bit of Buck's eager cocksucking. So far, so good. He and Buck move from position to position on a grubby black leather couch (hello 80s!) and all the while our latin lover is deep throating Buck. And when I say deep throating I really mean deep: at several times during the action, Buck had to push him away so that he could vomit spit. One of the times when not having any time for breakfast was a really, really good idea (see kids, you don't really have to eat breakfast if you don't want to).

Honestly as much as I've personally gagged many many past clients to the point of puking with my biggest dildos, I'd never seen such copious amounts of liquid spew from someone's mouth during cocksucking. It wasn't just forming a pool at his feet, it was a lake. And of course I managed to capture all of the magic moments on film - I'm good at things like that. I don't naturally flinch or turn away just when things are getting nasty, I usually focus more intently on the subject (which makes me a pretty darned good pornographer).

As much as we tried to change up the action from deep throating to maybe some fucking, our hot tamale wasn't having any of it. He was a machine! I could only sit back and laugh at Buck's predicament - the show much go on - and he had to take even more throat fucking just so we could get the guy to cum and the scene to end. Since I spoke no Spanish I couldn't communicate with the guy at all, and since Buck's mouth was otherwise engaged, on and on and on he pounded. Finally he was ready to cum and managed a perfect pop shot on spit-covered Buck's chest. Success!

Our next performer arrived - also on time - and I was beginning to question myself... everyone in LA is late, all the time, without exception. Usually to the point that I get a call on my cell phone when I am at the decided upon destination at the decided upon time and they're just leaving their place, there might be some traffic, and do I want a coffee or something because they're going to stop off on their way over?

So... another first (two in one day!) our next guy was an Asian boy. He'd done some porn before but seemed really young and inexperienced. No matter, he was ready to go. He had some Viagra (which seemed odd for someone so young to want, need, or use) and took one just before we were going to start.

The scene itself - pretty straightforward fucking scene. I was trying to get as many different angles as I could in a room that I've shot now waaaay too many times, with decor that could at best be described as cheap. For the kid, things seemed to be humming along just fine, he was able to maintain his erection and get through a fucking scene with Buck (which has tested the virility of many men - it's amazing how many of them freak out and cannot cum because their minds are so blown at Buck's body in person - hey, there was no false advertising he's the Man With a Pussy). Pussy sucking - done. Fuck scene - done. Pop shot - done.

Sometimes we like to do a little interview at the end of a scene, especially with new performers. Just ask them a few questions on how it was, what it felt like to fuck Buck, etc. So the boy stands up next to Buck and I start taping. Buck is standing next to him, turns to him, and says, "So, how did it feel to fuck someone like me?" and the guy slowly lost consciousness, bent his knees, and fell to the ground. Passed out cold. In absolute slow motion. As if ON FUCKING CUE. Except that he really did pass out (again you'll be happy to note, I kept on filming).

For anyone concerned, he was OK. I'm pretty sure the combination of filming, being nervous, not eating much before he arrived, and popping a Viagra caused his blood pressure to drop while he was on the bed, then he came, and then he stood up too quickly. Was it scary? Yeah a bit, but I've had many scarier moments in session over the years where a client didn't disclose a medical condition or any prior pharmaceuticals they had ingested. Luckily he didn't hit anything on his way down so there was no physical trauma there either. Ultimately, he had some cookies, rested for awhile and was fine.

To quote: "Just another purrfect day... I love LA" (tongue firmly planted so far in cheek that teeth are slowly grinding through it)...

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Fun at Porn Shoots, The Reality

2007-01-07T21:03:00.000-08:00

For The Fantasy, read this first: http://www.sadomasokitten.com/blog/?p=669

Now onto the bitter Reality, that evil pill that scrapes all the way down your mental esophagus, alternately choking and releasing your breath in gasps and spurts.

The day started off promisingly, with fair weather and easy directions to the shooting site - a basement apartment (or "mother in law" if you will) soon to be renovated but still in it's long-term, dark and grungy panelling state. I arrived first with all of my gear in tow, doing a preliminary sweep-up and an obligatory new-IKEA-sheet-covering of the twin sized bed sitting demurely in the corner, hoping NOT to be used if any way, shape, or form today (yes I'm sure that IKEA will be thrilled to know that they are used for this purpose but hey, you can't beat three bucks for a brand new bedsheet in an array of solid colors to match the many dingy backgrounds that are de rigeur on porn shoots - and for that same three dollars I have absolutely no qualms about cleaning up the entire area with that sheet and then throwing it triumphantly into the garbage can at the end of the shoot).

Just the basics today - we are planning to shoot several scenes with Buck and an FTM boy that we've worked with before, and from what I understand this boy may also be bringing by several friends to also perform. Well, okay. The more the merrier (ok, I'm laughing as I write this), the more performers you have then the better chance of shooting something terrific, right?

Buck shows up on time, and fully loaded down with gear. He has his entire studio on his back, including cameras, tapes, a full lighting system, and of course the requisite snacks. The bags of dildos, condoms, and other assorted toys are opened and examined.

We get our first inkling of worry when the appointed time for our first talent to arrive comes and goes. But this is Los Angeles - everyone has a cell phone, right? - so we attempt to call. The call goes through... to his voicemail. Okay, apparently he's a bit shy about answering every call that comes in so he prefers to let it go to voicemail and will then return it. All-righty. So while we're waiting for him to get back to us we decide not to waste our valuable time in the studio and begin shooting some solo stuff of Buck. His blue underwear get mighty dusty rolling around on that floor and near that fireplace, but he's a trooper. We actually shoot two complete galleries before the cell phone rings.

Yes, it's our talent. No he's not here. Supposedly he's on his way. But he's lost. Yes he printed out directions. Yes he's too stupid to read them (I added this one for flavor). He's gone way too far down Sunset and is now probably deep in the heart of East LA. His buddy is driving, and we give him directions over the phone (it's literally one street off of Sunset, not difficult at all to find like so many addresses are here in LA) so we're eagerly awaiting their arrival. It shouldn't be long now...

We dig into the snacks. Arrange the dildos, condoms, and lube. Pace nervously. Bitch about past business partners and current so-called friends.

Almost an hour (yes you read that right, an HOUR) after the first phone call we hear a ruckus out front. Now the talent has been instructed that because this shoot will be taking place in a private residence that we have to be QUIET - low-key and not make a lot of fuss about our being there. Arrive with your bags, park your car, and quietly make your way to the back of the house. Well I can hear (and smell) them coming up the hill, way before they're at the house. Because I'm the only one fully clothed, it's my job to run outside to try to corral these beasts before they ruin things before they even get started. They're easy to spot - our FTM boy has a hairdo of alternately bleached sections and black ones, and is in full goth-boy regalia. His buddy has baby blue hair (calling it hair is giving it too much credit - it's basically strands of blue spiderweb hanging off of his head) and a black trenchcoat. As they exit their car (which barely made it up the hill) they announce loudly that they almost ran out of gas coming up the hill and so it will be great to get paid for fucking today so they can put some gas in the car...

My better nature kicks in and rather than kicking them I implore them to keep quite so we don't upset the delicate natures of the neighbors. They grunt their understanding, continue to talk loudly, and I corral them into the studio.

Since we haven't all met before this is where things kind of stop dead - everyone feels the need to chat a bit about themselves, the industry, what pisses them off, who they've worked with and can't stand... it's fine and all but eats up at least an hour of going back and forth before we even begin to talk about the scenes we hope to shoot today (and the snacks are wearing perilously thin).

The blue-haired "friend" has supposedly done porn before - both starring and directing/shooting - and then treats me to his treatise on "real" punk rock porn and how no one has done this before... I cannot keep from rolling my eyes almost to the back of my head but he doesn't notice because he's so busy trying to impress everyone and dropping names. It's very hard to concentrate because he's just really completely dirty - as in unclean, unwashed, and kind of stinky - and he's got the worst teeth I've ever seen. Not just a little un-perfect, these were shooting in all directions and bright yellow with brown edgings (trust me, I look so you don't have to).

As an aside - It's really funny to watch people pull out their own rope, begin to tie it into a hangman's noose, and slowly slip it over their own heads just before jumping into the abyss of ignorance...

So after regaling us with his tales of his incredible film career I do the unthinkable and pop his balloon - I ask for his ID. As many of you know, it's an absolute necessity in this world of 2257 laws to have a valid ID with you when you show up to shoot porn. There is no one (at least in the USA) who will shoot with you without this valuable piece of plastic. It would be a huge waste of time - and completely unusable. The photographer or videographer could not use, nor sell the images without your ID. No performer would even think about showing up without theirs. Well, Mr. Professional announces that "oh my god man, I totally lost my ID - it was stolen with a bunch of my other stuff"... he said more, but after that line all I could hear was "blah blah blah" (you know, like what dogs hear when humans talk to them - or like the adults in the Charlie Brown cartoons). Basically it came down to me saying a version of this: WE CAN'T USE YOU YOU IDIOT AND IF YOU WERE A PROFESSIONAL YOU'D KNOW THAT. Insert smiley face here.

So blue-boy had to sit in the corner for the duration of the day's shoot because he had no other way home... luckily once he was busted he was relatively quiet which helped things at least for awhile. Now back to our regularly scheduled program...

Time to start shooting with our FTM boy. Now we've worked with him before so no pleasantries are really necessary and Buck's scenes are straightforward: Just get to the fucking. So we shoot one scene with Buck and the boy on the bed. I'm yawning as we're shooting because it's soooooooo boring - you see, porn performers really have to turn up the excitement level (whether it's real or not - but generally it's all fake anyway) so that it comes through on film. Lots of positions, some great facial expressions, hell even some movement would be good. But this boy - even though he is physically attractive and has the added bonus of being an FTM - is just boring to watch. He has presented himself to us as a hardcore top but he becomes a limp noodle when he's around Buck in a scene. So it's really tough to get a good performance out of him - and a lot of extra work for both Buck and myself.

Too much time is spent on comparing dildos and various types of lube. Everyone seems to not only have a preference but also something that they're either wildly allergic to or that has given them some really nasty rash in the past. The advantages of one type of condom versus another. And is anything really ribbed for anyone's pleasure?

As we're about to begin round 2 of this "grumble in my jungle" Blue-boy announces that he's going to call the third person - a girl - who has been invited to today's bacchanal. Noticing the time she was supposed to be here about an hour ago - of course. He reaches her and she too is lost (when I got home that evening I did a check on Mapquest to see if it was at fault for leading so many of our circus folk astray but for once it was accurate) but supposedly will be here - magically! - soon. Ok, time to film a bit more.

It is almost physically painful to watch porn being shot when the performers are so obviously not into each other, when you can see them counting their day's pay in pennies in their heads as they're fucking. No amount of cheering them on or making suggestions can make that time go any faster for me as the videographer, and no one has yet invented the camera angle that can make this shit look good. But on we press for we are determined to shoot as much as possible in the hopes of cobbling it together into something saleable... and then it's too much. I pull the plug under the guise of "not using up all of the energy" before our next performer arrives. Whew! I can walk outside for a few moments and remind myself why I never finished college...
And then she arrives. With a bang and a growl. I can hear her dragging her bag of crap all the way to the back of the house as it bangs loudly against the metal fence, every single bar on the way down. I look over and greet her with a simple, "Hi, I'm Katja" and she barks at me "Uh, hi" in a voice that I will kindly describe as gutteral.

Hm, can this day get much worse? First everyone is late, then they show up and one guy doesn't have ID, then the performances are a bit limp... but no, purrhaps this girl showing up will change things, turn the tide, make the day into a great day in porn...

(choking up a hairball here)

She stomps into the studio area, drops her stuff and immediately begins complaining. Buck and I look around because there is something a little off about her, but neither one of us are completely sure of what it is. There is also something odd about the interpersonal relationships going on in the room now, which we are also not privy to. Technically it's no matter, we're here to shoot porn, and can we get onto it please it's been a long day and did I mention that the snacks are now gone?

The girl mentions that she's paranoid about her lipstick not smearing, that she's very sensitive about her skin appearing perfect. Um, ok. She's also in a sort of goth-girl uniform: heavy platform boots, striped stockings, black satin corsolette & panties, and black stretchy dress. Powdered white face, black hair, red lipstick. If you've seen any gothy girl you'll know what I'm talking about, but as I said earlier, there was definitely something a little "off" about her. I notice that her ass is covered in pimples.
We get her ID (Aha! She's actually brought hers) and she makes funny faces as we take pictures of it. We have to explain to her that this is a necessary thing and I ask if she's done porn before - ahem, no, this would be her first official porn film but she's done "lots of stuff" before. O-kay... We talk about what will happen today, explain what sex acts we're expecting her to perform, and she agrees.

The girl and the FTM boy obviously have something going on together more than just friends that invite each other to screw on camera. So I suggest they start the scene together, on the bed, he undressing her and then moving on to the fucking. Buck can join in later. So they start out with some kissing and odd touching (it's like watching junior high schoolers "make out" under the bleachers) and he removes her clothing - except for the corsolette, which she insists on wearing. No one is playing anything close to the camera, so I try to make up for the complete absence of sexuality by moving the camera around a lot and focusing on genitals. But she insists on not moving at all, at laying literally as stiff as a board, and whenever she is touching in any sort of a sexual manner she would GRIMACE. Yes, not just look like "Oh my god your cock is sooooo big, I can barely take all of that in my tiny little pussy", but grimace like she'd been force-fed lemons for days. And make little unpleasant noises. And turn her head away from the camera. Honestly it looked like she was being completely coerced into doing something that she really really really didn't want to do, and I expressed my concern. They talked and said that everything was ok, so we continued.

This went on for about fifteen minutes when I just couldn't watch anymore. I began to unnaturally focus the camera on her pimple-covered ass just for my own amusement. I started making faces at Buck who walked into the scene with a big dildo. He pushed off the boy, told him to sit on her face, and started to fuck her hard with the dildo. Ok, now things were finally getting interesting! There was some action - although she seemed really unhappy to have the boy's pussy in her face she wasn't resisting, in fact she definitely seemed to start to like it. When Buck was calling her a slut, spanking her on the ass, and fucking her with the dildo all of a sudden life wasn't so bad. It was like she had gone into a dream-state.

But then as with all good dreams, you have to wake up. That position had gone on long enough and Buck decided to change things up - he handed the dildo to the boy to let him do the fucking and moved over to sit on the girls face. All of a sudden we weren't in Kansas anymore...

She started to cry. Everything stopped. We all asked what was wrong. She didn't want to tell us. The boy seemed to know what was wrong but wouldn't tell us. He kept trying to convince her to continue. But then she said, "Ok, when I said yes this wasn't what I signed on for". Huh? We had fully explained to her what would be happening today, and she had said ok, and that she fully understood. Now the drama would truly begin: she started to heave and sob and left to go to the bathroom. The boy followed closely behind, apologizing to us. We waited (what else could we do?) and heard them yelling at each other, she accusing him of not telling her what would be involved, him trying to get her to shut up. This goes on for some time... Buck gets dressed and we start packing up because it's pretty obvious that we're not filming any more porn today. The room is thick with discomfort.

When they emerge, the boy is apologetic to the point of being pathetic. She's just all bitchy and demanding her money. He insists that he should forfeit his day's pay for all of the trouble "he" has caused. She insists that she should get paid NOW because she's leaving. Um, ok. Buck remains professional and simply pays everyone what he promised, leaving them to divide up their booty however they please. I have already thrown their stuff into their bags because I just want them to leave, which they do rather quickly. There is no goodbye, no after-porno drink, no promises of future work. This is just really b-a-d, and Buck and I have no idea why.

But we were about to find out.

Exhausted, we head out to dinner. Both of us cannot fully understand or explain what has happened today. But we know that something just wasn't right. We get a phone call - it's from the boy.

Not to careful readers: This is the point where if you weren't sitting down with a bottle of headache pills within easy reach you might want to do so because this is the big wrap-up.

After more profuse apologies, we finally get the full story: They are now at the hospital, more specifically the emergency room, where they had to go immediately after the shoot. The girl may be having a miscarriage - she was PREGNANT. The FTM boy used to be romantically involved with the girl who was also on her way to becoming an FTM but stopped (I know, exactly how and why do you stop a process like this??? When you decide to change from female to male??? But at least it explains her voice - still very, very male) so that she could HAVE A BABY. But now they're not romantically involved anymore, just friends. And no one could actually completely say that she really was pregnant.

Ok, now there are so many things wrong with this that you would easily be expected to have your head spinning like a globe right now. She never disclosed to us that she was pregnant (or even thought she might be pregnant) and it's unclear if the boy knew beforehand. She was obviously still full of hormones and most likely really, really confused about her sexual and gender identity. And now she's at the emergency room - because of what, the dildo fucking? The anxiety at having made a porno? The realization that she might be having a baby or not having a baby?

Sheesh, I thought I had problems. These are the kind of things that basically I really, really don't want to get involved with. Takes all of the fun out of shooting porn. I automatically assume that there is some greater reason that any actor or actress is here before me, wanting to fuck on film. But it's not really my business, nor ultimately do I much care. I just need to know if everyone is going to be safe before we proceed, and care that they are safe when they leave.

There is not enough chocolate in the world to wash the bad taste out of my mouth that day. Such irresponsibility, such craziness. What a downer it was. Usually after a shoot we laugh about all of the nutty stuff that happened (and most things are pretty nutty, to be sure) but no laughing this time.

Ah Reality, what a harsh Mistress you truly are...

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Curiosity Kicks the Kitty

2006-12-19T18:00:00.000-08:00

When last we saw our heroine, Katja Minx, she was embroiled in a bit of a pickle... left hanging in a way that she really doesn't enjoy, she had to reschedule 3 Buck Angel porno shoots in a single bound - 3 bangs in 2 days - and was a bit cranky.

Luckily a hero entered the picture - a good friend of hers who just happens to own one of the oldest continually-operating movie studios in all of Los Angeles - and he offered her the use of the studio to make her "funny movies". Hoorah! All was saved!

Or was it...

I will confess to a pesky curiosity that can be at times, well, obnoxious. Today's shoot would be groundbreaking, exploring brand new, never shod upon sexual territory - Buck Angel, the female to male transsexual (the Man with a Pussy as it were) would be fucking Autumn, a post-op male to female transsexual.

A mercifully brief aside here - after meeting and knowing many transsexuals I've developed a deep compassion for them as I could never truly in my heart understand how terrible it must be to be born the wrong gender, or with the wrong equipment. The surgery required to make all of the changes either necessary or desired are brutal, expensive, and do not always produce the desired results. I have purrsonally seen more of the male to female gender reassignment and it's usually not pretty. Neither for that matter is the floppy sausage that passes for female to male gender reassignment much of the time. No orgasm and a floppy sausage? Doesn't sound like much of a meal to me.

Back onto the yellow brick road... while I was busily setting up the set, pulling out the necessary sex toys and yes finding the remaining chocolate, our talent arrived. Rather than wasting time chit chatting, I thought that bringing her back to the dressing room and choosing outfits might be a better way for me to quickly see the new plumbing - and then hopefully, quench my curiosity so that I might be able to focus back on the lighting.

Luckily she wasn't shy and quickly an outfit was chosen of tight corset, suspenders and stockings. Then it was time for her to change. Yes, so that I might accurately report all that I see I sat down squarely on the floor ready to help with the adjustment and attachment of the garter belt to the stocking top so that I might get a better look.

And you know, apparently there are some much better doctors out there than there have been in the past (ok, just from my limited viewings but as I think I see more than the general public you'll just have to go with me on this). Her pussy had a shape and folds just like the standard female equipment and I was surprised to learn that she could still experience pleasure as well as orgasm. I asked her about toys - was it possible for her to use something, and just exactly how large are we talking here? We purrused the table full of dildos and her eyes lit up at the Manrammer.

I had brought the Manrammer for explicitly this purpose hoping that she could take it. This was considered the "medium" size but purrhaps medium on the planet Jupiter can have a different connotation than here on earth for one might say that this was sized for purrhaps a medium-sized elephant vagina, all black with a nice handle for, well, ramming.

She picked it up enthusiastically, lubed it up, and slid it in. No problemo amigo! So we all ambled over to the table set up to look kind of industrial and dirty, and Buck and Autumn got right to fucking. As I'm standing behind the camera hoping that I've remembered to turn the sound on (don't ask) they quickly move from chatty interview to rough manhandling and manramming, until much orgasming is had by all. I come in close to catch some shots from below of the manrammer doing it's dirty work and then it's eventual removal and pop as it slides out of its cozy cave. Our girl is still kind of worked up so I continue to film when all of a sudden I notice that it's kind of raining - hey can you make it rain in here? - but the rain is coming from just above. Who knew that she could squirt? Who asked? And hey, you're still filming right? Didya get it? Are there droplets all over the lens?

Well - not me, not me again, yup camera is still on, oh yeah I got it all right, and uh-huh, I'm not cleaning that.

And this is what is considered a successful day.

Basking in the afterglow (well we all had our own glow) I remembered that there were still two more scenes to try to schedule (two guys that we had never worked with before) so that I could not relax just yet. We bid farewell to my friend, thanking him profusely for the opportunity to use his studio space, only to throw ourselves into the abyss of uncertainty of where we would film next. We must film, but where? And how? And would there be any other challenges that we would have to meet, head on, clothes off, tackle out?

If it were anyone else in the world, you might have reason to wonder. But it's me, so be sure that the fun continues...

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Make Mine Minx

2006-12-15T21:46:00.000-08:00

I'm continually on my toes while running with scissors through the world of porn filmmaking. As you know I've been makin' a livin' doing camera work (both photographic as well as videographic) for my dear friend Buck Angel. Did I mention that he's been nominated as Transexual Performer of the Year by AVN? Or that Buck Angel Entertainment has been nominated as Up and Coming Studio by XBiz? Or that one of the scenes that I shot has been nominated for Best Outrageous Sex Scene by AVN?

I haven't? Wow, that's uncharacteristically humble of me.

So in order to feed the monster we must produce a very large amount of footage to be cut part and parcel into smaller bits that may have a similar theme running through them and packaged in a way that will make your heart and your naughty bits tremble. This means filming with a LOT of different talent (yes it's time to take your medicine, grab a comfy chair and hold onto your hats).

The back story for those who don't have any idea of what I'm talking about is this: Buck is a female-to-male transexual. He was born a woman and has transformed himself into a man. But he still has his female genitalia, fully-functioning and slightly enlarged from all of the hormones. He's a big heavily muscled guy with lots of tattoos and facial hair - if you didn't know his "secret" you'd never guess. He's out to change the world of porn and if you're looking for something a little different (that's still sexy) you should definitely check out his DVDs.

So... porn filming. My rants on this have become somewhat legendary and for a good reason. Other than trying to film complex BDSM scenes, or film with (god forbid) another Domina, filming "straight" porn (I use the word straight literally for lack of a better word because the hour is late and my brain is fizzing) can be quite challenging. Throw in some time restraints, some communication issues, and some Viagra, and kids we've got a party on our hands.

This past week did not disappoint - it hit all of the major areas squarely in the bullseye and then pulled a few punches to the package.

Firstly, there is nothing like a speeding ticket to get your 8 hour filming day off to a great start. Thank you LAPD for keeping the streets safe (hey at least we were driving the right way on the road unlike some of your celebubots) and being concerned about my gas mileage.

Next it's always a crucial thing to make sure that the studio that you will be using (or hotel room or vacant lot or ok wherever you plan to film and burrow) has been properly reserved. I felt that speaking with the manager of the studio the day before would be sufficient. Getting that human touch, the calm voice on the other end of the line reassuring you that yes, you have indeed reserved the entire studio for the entire day, and will you look at that it's for tomorrow just as you thought it was and boy I can't wait to meet you - ending with a flourish of "See you tomorrow!" makes a girl feel all warm and fuzzy - one less major thing to worry about.

Yes I know what you're thinking here - how bad could it be? Why is she complaining? Surely things will go smoothly and a large, heaving orgasm will be had by all?

Ok sure. If that's what you need to think then I tell you what. Stop reading now. End this fairy tale on a high note. Have a sugary snack and call me in the morning.

For the rest of you who realize that my life has been all about starring in my very own Grimm's Fairy Tale, take a load off and sit yourself down a spell. Now this won't hurt a bit...

I arrive a bit early - as is my preference - with a large amount of crap in tow. I have backdrops, my tackle box filled with tools, several bags full of sex toys that I've purrsonally chosen, gloves and cleaners, CDs, and the ever-important candy and diet Coke. Of course there is no parking available close to the studio door, so I drive around the block a few times until I find a spot conveniently located between the crunchy girl with the matted hair who is obviously living out of her burgundy colored van (clues - she had boxes and boxes of pieces of clothing both inside the van and outside which she was picking through and then using to tie up pieces of her matted hair into an even less-appealing version of the rats-nest she already had going, and at one point she was actually doing a version of the whore bath while sitting on the open side door of the van) and the asshole who had parked about 3 feet away from the building forcing me to back in and out, in and out about 5 zillion times until I could squeeze my car into the parking spot.

But drag my stuff down to the studio door I did, even arriving a bit earlier than I had planned, ready to get everything set up before Buck and the talent arrived, maybe have a few Hershey's Kisses (yes I'm sure they're thrilled to be mentioned here but all I can say is that the dark chocolate ones and the caramel filled ones are divine) and mark my own can of Diet Coke before the circus came to town.

So I'm standing in front of the door, stuff in tow, and I ring the bell. Hm. No answer. That's odd. Must fuss with my pocketbook (If you said that Katja is from NYC based on her use of the word pocketbook you'd win a prize!) to find my cell phone to check the time. Well ok, I'm a few minutes early. Maybe the studio manager is caught in traffic. Maybe he's been pulled over by the LAPD. But wait... what if he's actually in the studio sleeping or something? Why not call (I thought to myself out loud) and dialed the number. Yes that sinking feeling sweeps over you when you hear the answering machine in both your ear and in your other ear. Then you hear your voice as you're leaving a message on said machine, with only a locked door in between you. Ok, I guess that theory might have been wrong, why not relax a bit - remember you're early - of course they'll be here. We reserved the studio yesterday, by phone, purrsonally, with all of the assurances that all would be ok.

Ten o'clock comes. Then ten thirty. I'm not terribly eager to call Buck to tell him that the studio is still not open, and I'm still thinking that purrhaps it's a simple case of Los Angeles traffic (because of course it couldn't be my fault). Ten forty five Buck arrives, wondering why I'm standing in the street with bags full of sex toys and candy (you add your own wisecrack here, go ahead I dare you). I tell him that the studio is locked, and the manager is nowhere to be found. We both leave mildly nasty messages on the machine and hunker down.

It is too late to cancel the first talent that is scheduled - she is supposed to be here at 11 am. And she is driving in from Orange County. And we cannot reach her by cell phone. And the maze of streets that comprise the Artists District of downtown LA are freakishly difficult to navigate for someone who doesn't know where they're going.

And the damn studio is still not open, nor any manager sightings.

The talent arrives, and joins our little merry band. We all are channeling our inner Bitch Queens, for it is difficult to think of anything else other than our predicament. What will we do? Can we film somewhere else on such short notice? Just how do you sneak several trannys and a cart full of lighting equipment (and of course all of that candy) into a nice hotel?

Our minds are racing and our stomachs are grumbling. We actually wait there until 12-fucking-thirty before we decide to at least go get something to eat. Of course that means driving away (I'm afraid that burgundy van girl will annex my car as a porch or a lavatory soon) and dragging all of my crap back to my car. But what else could we do? So rather than trying to find 3 all-new parking spots in downtown LA on a weekday during lunch hour we drove out to Silverlake and the Good Microbrew on Sunset. At least the food is good, we can sit and bitch.

After sitting and bitching for a good hour, we try the studio on Buck's cell phone. Surprise surprise, the manager is there (ahem, why didn't he call us?) and is extremely apologetic. Freaking out might be a little closer to the exact emotion, but you get the idea. It's the end of our meal and our morning talent has to drive back to Orange County but we might still be able to salvage our evening talent (who we were not able to reach by phone all day and were very nervous that he was going to show up despite our repeated messages that the stupid studio was locked and we had given up to present offerings to the goddesses of sandwiches). So we drive back to the studio.

Yes he's freaking out, yes he's kind of scared, yes he has a novel excuse for "forgetting" our booking - he was supposed to quit that day. Sure Sherlock, do what you need to do but you could have given us a call.... Luckily Buck was in a slightly more social mood than I was so he chatted with the guy as I set up the studio for our shoot. Much chocolate was quickly consumed. Music was blasted, lights and backdrops hung from the chimney with care, you get the idea.

And then - after all that drama - the talent arrives along with the videographer (this scene will be specially shot on an incredibly cool camera that shoots video that looks like film - for the special upcoming Buck Back Mountain release), everybody gets naked, Buck gets fucked so hard he's kind of laughing and crying at the same time, the money shot is captured, and we're all happy campers. Doin' our happy camper porno dance. Simple.

But before we can really breathe properly again we realize that we're going to have to reschedule all of the other talent we had planned on using that day for the next 2 days as they are Buck's last days in town. How will we do it? Will we be risk-takers and try to use the same studio again? Will we opt for the unexciting yet oddly comforting rental of a crappy hotel room? And most importantly, WILL THE CHOCOLATE LAST?

Tune in again - a different Cat time, but this very Cat channel, for the answer...

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Flexing the Bondage Muscles

2006-12-13T22:36:00.000-08:00

This week I've had the opportunity to do some bondage rigging for a photographer/videographer... this is something I've wanted to do for some time, but hadn't been able to "make it happen", generally because of something that was lacking on the part of the photographer/videographer (in other words, it wasn't me that was the problem). Soooo much flakiness in this business, not that this is a surprise but still.

Several other folks that I've tried to work with just haven't come through. Either they get flaky models who don't show, or they keep changing plans, or they want to know a little too much information about me before they'll work with me (hey, how hard is it to find out information about me - being a public figure and all - you can find pictures of me with my fist up some lucky slave's ass for goodness sake). Basic unprofessionalism, which drives me nuts.

But this week has been, well, pleasant. The scenes being shot are mostly of the tickle torture variety with some bondage thrown in so they're "soft". The girls tickle each other or are tickled by another party, fully clothed, just giggling softly at first then working up to an uncontrollable laugh. You'd think this would be an easy thing to film - but you'd be wrong. Apparently for some young women (and I stress the young part as so many models are very, very young) a simple direction like "ok, now when she tickles you you laugh" is too difficult. Even if they're adorable it still isn't enough if they forget to laugh - over and over and over. It's a head-slapper.

Then onto what seemed like it was going to be a little more hardcore. Some asymmetrical bondage, a vibrator, some toys. But oops - someone's Aunt Flo is visiting - so I guess unless we're planning to fulfill some menstruation fantasies the videographer can't film the scene he was planning. O-kay... so we move onto something that the young one should be able to handle, a handjob scene. The victim is tied down (I did a very effective job of tying his legs apart, stretched wide, arms behind his back so that he was completely immobile and at the mercy of his - ahem - tormentor) and the lady arrives on the scene. The scenario is this - the gentleman is the slave of her mother, who has gone away for the day. She has left him tied up. The young lady enters, decides that she would enjoy this plaything for the day, tells him that she has always fantasized about having a slave to suck on her toes and then to torture him by making his body convulse by constant manipulation of his sorry member. Basically, a little bit 'o teasing and torturing, and then an extended handjob. Shouldn't be too difficult.

Now acting ability isn't something that most porn stars possess (I'm not even sure that most of them want to have it, or even should). But sometimes it could really help. Especially when a scene should be about 20 minutes long and basically involves nothing more than a handjob. After awhile even the most fervent devotee of digital manipulations would pop out for a sandwich.

As I've basically already given it away it was difficult. Trying to give advice and an explanation of the basics behind the "character" went pretty much nowhere. Imagine trying to explain to a young girl who has mastered only the porno girl face that she must now take control of a man's body and use it for her sadistic pleasure and none of his own, teasing and taunting him both verbally and physically until he is absolutely ready to burst and then not allowing it for any number of ever-changing reasons...

Ultimately we settled for just the handjob and a few "you're a really bad boy" phrases. Once finished of course I couldn't resist in taunting the now exhausted slave, making him think that we would indeed just turn out the lights, lock the doors and just leave him there...

I'm always sad at the end of long bondage shoots - even ones like these that aren't my own - as I'm untying the ropes, cleaning them a bit, and placing them back into their bags. It seems like such a waste of sexual energy when used on someone that doesn't appreciate both the beauty and the sensation of being in bondage, and cannot be released quickly enough. But it's still good for me to flex my bondage muscles, and I can surely tell you that I've still got IT...

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Giving Thanks...

2006-11-22T19:07:00.000-08:00

Some years it's harder than others, sometimes the bounty springs forward in your mind and you're quick to answer. What are you thankful for?

It's an odd thing, an officially-sanctioned, governmentally-recognized (and enforced) holiday simply for the idea of giving thanks. Yes you're supposed to eat turkey and go see the family, but that's not a requirement either (I live thousands of miles from any close family and have been vegetarian since childhood). It's like we have to be forced to stop, reflect, and actually think about the things in our lives that we are thankful for. Is it that difficult? Are we that focused on the mundane, gotta-get-it-done-ness in our lives? Letting stress rule us like the cruel Mistress that she is?

Yup.

This year I've radically pulled back the number of things I'm thankful for. Sometimes I can ramble - mentally and linguistically - so for all the basics it's yada yada yada. I'm not religious in any way so god is out, I'm not very close to my family so they're out, a good number of my slaves have moved on to other pastures so they're out, this has been a year of jettisoning a ridiculous number of friends and acquaintances who I've finally realized I'm better off without so they're off the list, my car is dying which is pissing me off so it's off the list, I've had to sell off some of my precious rare fetish boot collection so I suppose my boots are off the list (you may not understand, I am very close to my boots), traffic sucks, Los Angeles sucks, hell I even hate the 90 degree-plus always-sunny weather so all of that is off my list as well. Riding that thyroid highway and not having full control of my health, well there's not enough time in the day to fully describe the fresh hell that this is. And don't even get me started on US politics...

What does that leave? If you answered not much, you'd be right.

Other than my precious animals (my Airedale Terrier & 4 cats - who can do no wrong no matter how much they scratch, destroy, shit and piss on everything I own) I suppose this year there is not a lot. Does that sound kind of jaded and annoyed? That's probably the case, but it might be mixed with a cup of resignation and a smattering of reality.

Ah well.

So reach down, dig deep, find your own things that you're truly thankful for this holiday - not just the squishy, happy ones, but the ones that really mean something to you. It's not easy, it's generally not pretty, but it's worth it.

Katja Minx
Sadomasokitten

The Sole of the Matter

2006-10-27T06:25:00.000-07:00

After receiving many private email requests essentially asking me the very same thing (may I buy you a pair of shoes for your birthday, Mistress?"), I've decided to post several pair of fetish shoes that I currently covet and that would make a lovely birthday token for those so inclined. Links included, of course.

I wear an American size 9 which is generally a UK 7 but occasionally if the style runs small it is a UK8. All of the purrticulars are noted for you so none of the thinking has to happen with your big head, just the little one (I know that is soooo much easier for so many of you).

Alex Victim, Black Leather, size UK8

Jean Flair, Black Leather, size UK8

Lola Plat, Black Leather, size UK7

Chloe Flair, Black Leather, size UK7

Chloe Frieda, Red Leather, size UK7

So there you are my kittens, for those who want to purrchase something more purrsonally aligned to my footwear fetish!

Of course trinkets from my Amazon Gift List or Sephora Wish List (always search for Katja Minx if not automatically connected to my lists) are always appreciated as well...

For those who've waited this long, I'd say that belated Birthday cards may be in order - or extra spankings for your tardiness!

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Rediscovery

2006-10-26T15:40:00.000-07:00

Today as I sit at my computer pondering both my own writings and my other focus of promoting my buddy Buck Angel, I decided to reload the Ipod. This is my second Ipod - the first one was one of the very first available with that awful wheel, and after a few years of fairly constant use the screen went dead (which was endlessly annoying) and rendered fairly useless. Luckily one of my purrsonal slaves noticed my frustration with it and gave me a newer model, of which I am quite fond. I’ve even decorated a boring black leather case with some kitty prints, so everyone knows it’s MINE.

Anyway, as I was going through my stash of CDs I found my separate case of CDs marked “Session Music”. I put in what I remembered to be one of my very favorite ones - Ephemeral from Synaesthesia - and have now spent one very happy hour daydreaming about past sessions spent with this dark melodic music playing.

Nice.

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Fun at Porn Shoots, The Fantasy

2006-10-24T17:43:00.000-07:00

Ask anyone what they think a porn shoot is like and I'm sure you'll get many answers. I have been involved with many shoots on every level - as purrformer, model, director, costumer, cameraperson, dildo-wrangler - and can say that it's one of those experiences that everyone in world should have once: because once is usually enough.

The fantasy usually goes something like this (insert or force tongue firmly into cheek here): The folks behind the scenes spend hours and hours getting everything ready, they want the background, costumes, and scenario to be absolutely perfect. Nothing is left to chance. Nothing is forgotten, in fact everyone makes sure to bring extras of everything - condoms, lube, toys, lights, batteries - as well as some tasty, upscale food to folks to munch on (don't want anyone having an energy dip!). The surroundings are always luxurious and plush - nothing but the best for our performers! Fine hotels, upscale houses, top-notch Hollywood sets, it's all here. Everyone arrives ontime and in a good mood, ready to put in 100% to make this the best damn porno ever made.

Then precisely on time, the talent arrives. Fresh as a daisy after a full 8 hours of sleep and a light, healthy breakfast of fruit (don't want to ruin this morning's enema!), freshly scrubbed and smelling of flowers or clean linen, they walk in and greet everyone with a hearty hello and the European double kiss! They bring with them large bags with several changes of costume (just in case!), a few pairs of shoes, lots of extra panties and accessories, their own toys and dildos, a pouch of their favorite condoms and a tube of their favorite lube. As they sit down, they find the person in charge and hand over their AIM test results and 2 forms of valid ID and smile prettily while holding them up to their faces so the cameraperson takes a few shots to satisfy recordkeeping requirements. Why wait for anyone to ask?

Then it's off to makeup and hair. The female talent has made sure that they're nice and clean, and freshly shampooed. And would you look at that, they've even brought some of their own makeup and favorite hairspray to share with the makeup artist and hairperson! We can all hear them giggling in front of the mirror as they have to only spend a few minutes to make all of the girls jaw-droppingly beautiful. The male talent are always ready for their close-up, and made sure to add a few extra sets of bicep curls and crunches to their ordinary workout schedule, just so that they will be more defined and look better for you in closeup. And imagine that, they took the time to get a decent tan and you can just smell the Irish Spring every time they walk by.

This all takes but a few moments (as everyone is naturally gorgeous and needs so little makeup, hair, or other cosmetic enhancements) and then the talent steps out, ready to have a pleasant little chat with the director and cameraperson about today's filming. But basically, everyone is just ready to go! We all form a circle and say the Porno Prayer (please God, bless our little film...) raise our hands in a group "Whooo!!!!" and then it's time to start.

Now it's time to get to the sex. Since everyone is so incredibly beautiful (and you know that only beautiful people can have beautiful sex), absolutely no direction is required to get exactly the shots that are needed... the talent already know exactly what to do, when to do it, how far to pull the hair, pussy, balls, ass aside so that the camera can see the action so everything is just all engines go! Players are added and taken off the field at just the right moments so that no one gets too fatigued, and we always have our best players "in motion". Once a player has been called off the field they are patted down with a moist towel and given a big fluffy robe and slippers, maybe some hot cocoa with those little tiny marshmallows to make sure they're nice and comfy and ready for their next scene.

No one ever says stop, or that's too hard, or that's not in my contract, it's all about taking one for the team and always giving the camera the right expression. After all, we can always talk about it later, after the action is over! Because how many women that you know would reasonably object to being fucked by an "extra" guy they've never met, being tied with their hands way above their heads for an hour or so, or a little double anal penetration? It's a given - they're PORN STARS after all - so what if the bukakke wasn't planned? Hey we've got everyone here, the camera is rolling, and the guys are all ready to cum so why not?

If anything goes wrong or not as planned, we just call it a "blooper" - our fans love to see that stuff anyway - so it's never a wasted moment and everyone just has a good laugh.

Oh, and EVERYONE has an orgasm. A real, visible one. On cue.

Once the filming is over, everyone applauds the good work, and we have a group hug. Then each person peels off to get themselves all fresh again and makes sure to take only the things/costumes/toys they came with. On the way out (since it's so crass to talk about money - this is art!) each performer is handed an envelope with their day's pay inside, a thank you card, and a little mint. The crew cleans up quickly, making sure to leave the studio in better condition than they found it, and they all go out for a few brewskis and talk about how great the days shoot was, and how much they all can't wait to work together again.

Stay tuned for Part Two - The Reality

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

My Amazon Birthday Wish List

Spam sandwich, anyone?

2006-10-08T21:55:00.000-07:00

You’d be absolutely amazed if you saw how much spam I receive daily. Whether it’s on comments to this blog or gets clogged up in the filters on my email, it’s really insane. Of course because I have logged many zillions of miles on the old XXX odometer the, ahem, quality of the spam that I receive is of a particularly low quality and terribly unimaginative.

Unfortunately that doesn’t allow me the luxury of not having to delete it constantly. And even having to look at it takes time. To the spammers of the world I say…

Hey, at least give me a side of something interesting to go with the entree of crap…

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

That Time of the Month

2006-10-04T21:25:00.000-07:00

(How a real Dominatrix celebrates her birthday! Party hats are NOT optional.)

Yes, it's that time of the month - and year - to remind all admirers, supplicants, and just those who have enjoyed whatever little piece of me they have managed to acquire over the years that my birthday approacheth.

The happiest day of the year is OCTOBER 31st.

Yes that's right Einsten, I'm a Halloween baby. All of the ghoulishness that goes along with this special day goes along with me. And of course it explains a lot.

So should you wish to celebrate along with me, I do have an Amazon gift list as well as one with Sephora (always search for Katja Minx in California). Wish to purrchase something more purrsonal? Send me your ideas to sadomasokitten@yahoo.com, you might be able to tempt me.

Katja Minx
Sadomasokitten

What a Girl Wants

2006-10-03T21:23:00.000-07:00

Staying alive in the adult industry is such a different animal than it was in the "good old days". It's really amazing for me to see all that has swirled and changed around me. While I still do see select slaves from time to time, my life as an everyday pro-Domina has slowed considerably. I do keep my stable of purrsonal slaves (because a girl just can't go cold turkey) and do keep my toes dipped into several other pots that keep the creative juices flowing.

Lately I have been spending much of my time as the webmistress for Buck Angel - a truly unique purrformer in the world of adult. We met years ago when we were sharing dungeon space in downtown LA, and have stayed close since. Buck is the only kind of purrson I want to associate myself with anymore in the BDSM or any "scene" - someone who is exactly what they purrport to be. No bullshit. No more dominatrixes who are actually sexually submissive. No more fetish purrformers and models who put on the outfits for going out but would never think to go home and fuck while wearing them. No more clientele who claim to be "really into" something yet have never tried it before and must suffer accordingly. No, Buck truly is the Man With a Pussy, an FTM pornstar out to create an entirely new genre of porn, and one of the most down-to-earth and real people I've ever had the pleasure to know.

I do mean to write more often, really I do...

Katja Minx

Sadomasokitten

Get Me Out of Here

2006-09-15T10:21:00.000-07:00

Months without rain are rotting my brain.

Katja Minx

Technical Difficulties, Please Stand By

2006-07-26T17:22:00.000-07:00

Of course it happens just when I sit down, inspired to write...

My host is down - the host of my sites and my blog (Sadomasokitten) - so first I noticed that something was askew (I admit I haven't checked my site in about a week or so) and that the "theme" has gone awry. Allright, a big pain in the ass but I can rework that. And then as I was doing so, the plug got pulled on me.

So, if you're looking for something and see nothing... never fear.

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com
www.katja-minx.com

I Oughta Be in Pictures

2006-07-12T19:31:00.000-07:00

Here's a funny thought that just struck me hard in the head.

For years, I took hundreds of photos of myself almost every day. Purrhaps you didn't know that every photo you see of me on my websites was taken by me. I was the model, set designer, costumer, makeup artist, hairdresser, prop mistress, bondage rigger, predicament purrpetrator, lighting tech, and yes, photographer. The autotimer was my dear, dear friend, and allowed me to capture thousands of photographs that would not have been possible had I been reliant on others to do the dirty work for me.

Well that's never been my style anyway... I always do my own dirty work.

Since closing my dungeon Kismet, I've rarely taken any photos of myself except for a few here and there as gratitude for generous slaves who have sent me lovely presents. Not even in my "regular life" (although I have almost no photos of myself in "everyday drag" anyway). When I do try to get back into that groove I find it incredibly difficult - I'm sure that the majority of this tension comes from not having my own studio anymore - but now I have to work so much harder to set the mood and get everything arranged even for a simple few shots of myself in a gorgeous new pair of leather heels that recently showed up on my doorstep. And that's not like me!

I must do something - I must not lose my mojo...

Katja Minx

www.sadomasokitten.com

www.katja-minx.com

The Dominatrix Blues

2006-06-20T17:12:00.000-07:00

How I miss the days of relative anonymity... when every girl DIDN'T want to be a Dominatrix, when you couldn't buy shiny purrvert clothing at the local mall, when purrverts weren't brought out into the light, drawn and quartered for the public's amusement, and prosecuted for consensual sadomasochism.

As much as I terribly miss being a professional Domina full-time, I must say that things are really getting out of control. I was fortunate to be there at the beginning of the current fetish movement - when Skin Two was brand new and not available at Tower Records - when it felt really, really special to finally find a group of like-minded people who enjoyed their alternative sexual preferences. As opposed to now when it's all about what you're wearing (and I know sooooo many people - especially Dominas - who once they're done posing or playing in public then peel off the latex, unhook the boots, untie the leather and would never think of then actually having sex while all trussed up).

I remember the first time I spanked someone in public - the thrill at being watched, the excitement of doing something "forbidden" and the gratification at the acceptance and approval of the crowd. Nowadays that's old hat, and if you're not sticking meat hooks through someone it's not really a "show" and people stand around looking bored.

Ho hum. I actually have an idea for a purrformance that I would love to do sometime that involves the intensity of bondage and allows the audience to feel that they are a part of it, engages their minds as well as their nether regions, to really show the power of SM and not just the outer candy shell.

Maybe someone organizing a fetish event would be interested... here's your little taste: It involves myself, 3 male slaves in partial suspension, and 2 female assistants. Lighting must be controlled - a spotlight on a raised platform where the action will take place - as well as musical volume. I plan to use thousands of feet of rope and use my slave's bodies as instruments.

Intrigued?

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com
www.katja-minx.com

Another Dominatrix Bust

2006-06-19T16:55:00.000-07:00

Interesting article.

I do not know this Domina purrsonally. On the surface it looks like she did everything "right". She had a business permit specifically to create adult content in her home office/studio, she had an apparently above-board financial situation about her business, and it appears that the local authorities knew about her business for some time.

I cannot tell from the article whether she was a practicing Domina or not - that is, was she seeing clientele in her home dungeon - or if she was just online and creating niche websites and videos. She's been charged with many things, including prostitution which leads me to believe that she may have been seeing clients there. Or it could have been that she was simply filming "sexual" (exactly what does that mean under the law these days?) acts.

She insinuates that it may have been a tip from a competitor that brought the police to her house. Sure, that happens a lot. It could have been complaints from neighbors (although she says on her site that no one had complained directly to her). Could have been a lot of things.

The reason everyone should care about this sort of thing is this: The police were able to go into her legal place of business and seize everything she had. Warrantless. And she was subjected to humiliation from the police about the BDSM items in her possession - which were then all taken from her without itemization. She can bet that she won't be getting those items back anytime soon (but the police who taunted her will have something new to play with at home tonight). Anyone who works in the adult industry (especially those of us in the "deviant" BDSM community) and thinks that they are immune to this sort of thing is dreaming.

I purrsonally know many people who have left the US, taking their businesses with them, because of the oppressive laws and ease of prosecution for real or imagined "crimes". Even here in California where it seems like anything goes as far as adult is concerned there is reason to worry. The money isn't there anymore for folks to take the risk of an arrest and trial lightly - as this Domina's article shows, many thousands of dollars worth of equipment (both BDSM, computer and photographic) was taken, which will likely never be returned. How many businesses can survive that?

Again, I do not know this woman. I do not know the true circumstances of her arrest and the confiscation of her livelihood. But my heart goes out to her for it's a terrible, terrible thing to be drawn out and prosecuted for your BDSM lifestyle - especially in this day and age when far more terrible things are going on in the world.

Katja Minx

www.sadomasokitten.com
www.katja-minx.com

The Mark of the Beast

2006-06-06T15:48:00.000-07:00

Happy 6.6.06!

Today that's the mark of the red-headed beastess... (yes, the red is a new color that I'm exploring...)

I realized that I'd been long overdue in taking some photos while smoking the lovely gift of Fantasias that I received awhile back.... I'm rectifying all that now. Not that I believe that the world will end today or anything (I'm not a religious purrson), but it never hurts to get all of one's ducks in a row.

And this is what happens when one fails to restrain a happy Airedale puppy deep in training to be verrrry protective of his Mistress...

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com
www.katja-minx.com

Where's Katja?

2006-06-05T21:39:00.000-07:00

Hm... looks like my host is having some issues. All day long I haven't been able to access www.sadomasokitten.com and www.katja-minx.com.

Don't they know that the world needs me? That the sun may not rise in the morning if I am not available online? That my stories are just that important?

Well, I've notified them in any case. Hopefully when I wake up tomorrow morning this won't be an issue (grrrrrrrr)...

Katja Minx

Veronica Lane

2006-06-04T07:35:00.000-07:00

Veronica Lane has done a really lovely review of this blog...

http://veelane-sexreview.blogspot.com

My apologies for not posting this sooner... it seems like so much of my important email these days gets caught in my super-duper spam filter.

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com
www.katja-minx.com

An Interesting Encounter

2006-06-03T15:13:00.000-07:00

Just another boiling-hot day here in the City of Angels...

I decided to tear myself away from my computer and dash out for a bite to eat at my favorite cafe. Every Saturday I leash up the pup to go to this cafe... they make absolutely divine sandwiches and I can sit outside with him (I go less and less places lately where I cannot take my dog).

Catwoman with a dog - yes I know. I've heard it so many times now. But deep inside me there is always this need to be training someone, and for the moment my Airedale is my furry challenge.

Anyway, I went to the cafe, hitched up the pup and went inside to order. Looking around showed the basic SoCal-sunny-day attire - shorts and flip-flops - in various stages of acceptability. Not me. I'm a black-is-better-everyday-even-when-it's-five-zillion-degrees kind of girl and I almost always wear heels. Today it was 5" platforms, even almost respectable.

A woman approached me after I'd ordered and was heading outside with my iced tea. She stopped me and pulled on my arm and said, "I just want to tell you that you're absolutely gorgeous". Wow. That's the kind of thing that doesn't happen just everyday out of the blue. I thanked her and went outside.

Sitting there thinking about the comment I rolled scenarios over in my head. Was she hitting on me? After some thought I decided that no she wasn't, she was an older Asian woman eating with a friend. As much as I love the concept of giving unsolicited compliments (this is actually something I try to do as well as I think when you put good vibes out there the universe takes care of you - eventually) I couldn't get my head around this one.

My sandwich arrived and it was yummy as always - and my pup enjoyed his bit of it as well as some much-needed water. Just watching the people go by and answering questions about my puppy... a nice (if incredibly warm) day.

One last iced tea refill and then I was going to leave. So I went back inside and saw that the same woman was standing at the iced tea machine.

She turned when she saw me and said, "You know, each morning when you look at yourself in the mirror you KNOW that you're not ordinary, don't you?". Wow, how to answer that question.

"I really mean it", she continued, "There is something particularly special about you. You're not ordinary". I continued to stand there, taking in the words she was saying... no snappy comebacks were coming to me, and she was incredibly sincere, almost too serious.

"Something is coming for you soon, it's not a religious thing, but there is something very special for you very soon". Now I'm afraid I'm caught in some sort of fortune cookie bizarro world, but I'm really intrigued by what she's saying, in such a way to a complete stranger.

Then she looked at me, nodded, and went back to getting her iced tea.

I walked out, unhitched my dog, and walked away with my brain reeling. So many things went through it at once... it's just odd to have such an encounter with a complete stranger, especially not in my "Mistress" mode.

I hope she's right.

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com
www.katja-minx.com

Memoirs of a Domina

2006-06-01T21:13:00.000-07:00

I tell a lot of stories.

All of which are true, the names or details may be slightly changed to protect the guilty from time to time and depending on the circumstances of the telling... but they're generally entertaining.

I can be quite the hit at parties once my "illicit life" comes out. If it's a crowd of people who "get it". Otherwise it's a horrible thing to have people know as they avoid me and point on their way to the onion dip.

So many times I hear people tell me "You have such great stories, you really ought to write a book". I keep thinking about it. Every few years I get the itch to start writing it all down (in fact that was the impetus for this very blog) and thinking about putting it into some sort of interesting and/or readable form. Something always gets in the way (writers block, persnickety comuters, potential litigation) and I never seem to get any coherent chapters committed to paper (or pixels).

I do have a very dear friend who insists he would be happy to edit a manuscript for me should I ever get my shit together enough to produce one. While I truly enjoy writing I've mostly only written BDSM erotica and well, this blog. I suppose it's been good practice (especially when I was writing on a near-daily basis) and practice makes purrfect.

So maybe someday soon... that would be one helluva book tour!

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com
www.katja-minx.com

Catwoman Stalking Gotham

2006-05-30T08:37:00.000-07:00

I haven't seen these pictures in years now...

Just stumbled across them while sorting through some things... you know, some kitties just never change their spots. These were from a fetish party held at a downtown NY dungeon (The Berlin Underground in the LES for those old enough to remember) during a SMack party...

I am (obviously) Catwoman and one of my fellow Dominas is Poison Ivy. We diabolically caught the Boy Wonder and ensnared him in our web until... the inevitable catfight!

I wish I could remember what music I used to accompany this purrformance - usually my memory is so good for such things but on this I'm drawing a blank. I do remember quite vividly that there a very small stage area and that there was no air conditioning in that place for which I paid dearly. That was one of the first public outings of my newly-created catsuit (now dearly departed). Needless to say it was incredibly hot for me under the lights and fully encased in my catsuit so right after my show I peeled off my catsuit behind a curtain more quickly than I've ever disrobed in my life...

As I sat there half-dressed and panting a piercer friend of mine found me and reminded me that I had wanted to have my ear repierced. One of my 9 holes in my left ear had healed badly. Would I like to have it done now? Well gosh, why not, I was already full of endorphins from purrforming and heat exhaustion.

So I pulled back on my catsuit (but not my cat mask) and walked through the dark dungeon. Cleanliness was never next to godliness there, so it took us awhile to find a suitable place for me to sit down and for him to take out his equipment. It turned out to be on a bondage table next to a fully-engaged pair of scenesters in full Master and slavegirl mode. She was tied up (badly) and writhing around as her Master smacked her large, floppy breasts repeatedly (tough to get that visual out of my mind, even so many years later).

Then the needle came out, I took a deep breath, and poof. Repierced. I hadn't noticed that a crowd had formed around me, obviously thinking that I was going to either have something far more intimate pierced or that this was also some sort of show.

I thanked my friend for the new hole and packed up my things. Luckily I didn't live too far away as I'd be lugging my props back home on foot. Also luckily New York City isn't a place where a 6 foot plus tall leather-clad Catwoman in high heeled boots carrying several large duffel bags stuffed with BDSM equipment at 3:00 in the morning causes anyone to even look twice.

I made it home just fine.

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

Updated Wishlists

2006-05-29T08:10:00.000-07:00

Purr several requests...

I have updated my Sephora and Amazon wishlists (links on the right sidebar). Many thanks to those who have asked and yes, I always love to receive gifts.

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

Tying People Up for Fun and Profit

2006-05-28T19:48:00.000-07:00

Wanna get tied up in photos or videos? Well then meet me, Katja Minx, well-known Domina and bondage artist - I'm making my bondage skills available for hire to work with photographers, videographers, and performances specifically geared toward bondage in all of its many forms..

I am expert in the art of rope bondage, both strict and decorative. See some of my work here: http://www.katja-minx.com/Mistress.html

Contact me if you have models or a project and just need someone to do some great unusual rigging. Everything from light Bettie Page-type retro bondage to strict, sadistic genital torment. I have lots of rope in many colors, and can procure special types/amounts for your needs.

I am also a fetish photographer and have worked with many fetish photographers and adult stars. I'm always safe and professional, and I've worked with easily thousands of men and women over the years. My rates vary depending on the project. Travel considered for larger projects.

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

Zentai Catsuits

2006-05-26T21:16:00.000-07:00

I stumbled across some really lovely zentai catsuits on ebay... but before I took the plunge, I thought I'd ask if anyone else has ordered one before and what their experience was...

The ebay seller is zentaistop in China. The suits that I am interested in are all pictured here.

I greatly appreciate any feedback. As you may know, I've lost many of my catsuits recently to old age, deterioration, and just plain wearing 'em too much and these look pretty good in the photos (and the prices are fantastic).

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

Boudoir du BurLez

2006-05-24T15:55:00.000-07:00

There is going to be a great event in town next week - my great friend Buck Angel, The Man with a Pussy, will be performing at Boudoir du BurLez! It's 10PM - 2AM at The Palms, 8572 Santa Monica Blvd, LA 90069.

For more information, see the website www.burlez.com

Or send an email to: info@burlez.com

Katja Minx

www.sadomasokitten.com

Cabaret

2006-05-23T09:06:00.000-07:00

Erotica by Mistress Katja Minx...

**************

Midnight. Interior.

A dimly-lit nightclub on the wrong side of the tracks. Smoke filled room punctuated with a gin-soaked air of desperation that oozed from the pores of the denizens within. And that was not all that was oozing. Tattered cushions and torn curtains told a tale of debauchery and treachery. But who was I to pass judgement? I adjusted my fedora, did my best to give a look of knowing ennui to the sweet little thing at the door, and walked inside.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am a private investigator. In my line of work, I see a lot of strange things. Kind of think I have seen it all. Nothing can shock or surprise me. Especially not a dame. But I get ahead of myself. I had been assigned to this case only hours before, and it seemed like it was going to be a piece of cake. All the signs had led me to this club, and to a certain slimy reptile who was the owner. I knew I could get him, all I needed was the opportunity. That opportunity was about to present itself.

I figured that the show was about to begin because the stained old curtain rustled. Several shrill, high-pitched female voices clearly swearing in a not-too-feminine tone. I settled back into one of the vinyl chairs, careful to avoid the pools of variously colored liquids that surrounded me. This was going to be a long night. It started out standard enough; shake-shake, boom-boom, lose the top, bend over, shake some more. The blond babes with the big breasts knew the routine, could con any sap in the room out of his life savings. I wasn't impressed. I was considering my options when the stage cleared, and the bimbos descended upon the audience in a frenetic hunt for twenty dollar bills. The multi-colored kaleidoscopic light show went abruptly dark, and the disco-era soundtrack disappeared. In their place came what sounded like a morose cello being brutalized by industrial machinery. And a single blue spotlight. I adjusted myself and my seat and leaned forward a bit, curiousity piqued.

Note to myself: Curiosity killed the cat.

To the strains of the demonic soundtrack, She appeared. A hush came over the room, and even the most pathetic creatures in the room had no choice but to put their tongues back in their mouths and sit up to take notice. At first glance I thought she must have been over 8 feet tall, her presence loomed so large. Slowly, confidently, she swaggered down the catwalk. Killer body poured into a latex catsuit that covered every inch of her as it revealed every inch of her. Skin as pale as porcelain, dark eyes embedded in her face, lips painted the color of blood. Her black bobbed hair competed with her attire for the shiniest object in the room. She wore what appeared to be a corset - I didn't even know they still made the damned things - which practically snapped her in two, it was that small. All this balanced precariously on six-inch heeled boots that rose high on her thighs and clung for dear life to those legs, those mile-long legs, that could easily kill a guy who wasn't careful. The room got noticeably warmer. She stopped mid stride and surveyed the room. Slowly, carefully, her eyes moved over each and every one of the assembled creatures, barely stopping long enough for recognition, but it was obvious that all felt the force of her icy stare. I tried my best to stare back, perhaps to challenge her, but I was as quickly looked over and dismissed as anyone in the room.

Or so I thought.

Slowly she crouched down, and in one swift motion, she relieved some poor slob near the stage of the very stool he was sitting on. He fell to the floor with a loud thud, unable to take his eyes off of her. She hoisted the stool high in the air, then expertly poised it under her arm. She struck a pose highly reminiscent of a lion tamer, an image that somehow got stuck in my brain. At this, the music died, and in a deep, throaty voice she said, "Good evening. I am Mistress Katja Minx. Enter, my slave".

Well, this was definately not the usual blue-place special.

On his knees, her slave crawled through the curtain. Wearing a collar and lead, and some sort of leather harness, he made his way slowly toward Mistress Katja Minx. The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The only sound came from the clink-clank of the chain attached to his neck as it met the doggie-bone-shaped ID tag that I strained to read.

"Property of Mistress Katja Minx".

For her part, Mistress Katja Minx continued to stare straight into the audience, slowly bringing the stool down to the floor beneath her, and straddled it as her slave approached. The slave sat up on his haunches and offered her the handle of the silver chain. She grabbed it violently, causing the slave to lose his balance and fall clumsily to the floor, even as she pulled his face closer to her own. From where I was sitting I could see her snarling something at her slave, but my lip-reading skills weren't all they should be. I'd have to work on that.

With her other, unoccupied hand, Mistress Katja Minx made a sign and the music - well, can I really call those macabre sounds music? - resumed. This time it was oppressively loud, yet it had the effect of a potent anaesthetic, numbing the body while the mind remained alert and active. Her slave felt it too, as he began to slowly swerve from side to side, the chain wrapping ever more tightly around Mistress Katja Minx's latex-enveloped hand. Abruptly she released him and he fell to the floor. Obviously startled or awakened by the feeling of his head making contact with the wooden floor of the stage, the slave quickly composed himself and crawled close to where Mistress Katja Minx was sitting. She turned that icy stare upon him, and he threw himself at her feet - it appeared that he was trying to kiss her boots. With incredible deftness and grace, Mistress Katja Minx grabbed him around the neck with her legs, turned him and threw him to the ground. She leaned closer to him to correct him, he lying prostrate on his back in front of her, and she raised her booted leg and brought it down with incredible force on his cock and balls. The teacher smiled as her student winced, the faintest hint of a smile crossing her blood-stained lips.

Time for a little negative reinforcement.

"So you think you are worthy of licking my boots?" was all that I could understand as she grabbed her slave by the hair. He muttered something unintelligible, and she threw him back to the ground. She stood up, then retrieved a small object from a large bag that sat next to her stool on stage. Where the hell had that bag come from, I wondered, almost aloud, it was as if it just appeared. Mistress Katja Minx unwrapped the parcel and revealed a large bar of what appeared to be soap. She raised her hand, and once again the music stopped.

It was obvious that she wished to be heard clearly.

"You are a filthy piece of trash. I have no idea where that mouth of yours has been. And you wish it to touch my boots? Not until it is absolutely clean".

She grabbed the collar tightly as she shoved the soap into his waiting orifice, working it in and out, sliding it deeper into his throat and using his teeth to scrape bits of it off that slid out, dropping to the floor.

"Now amuse me", she said, "suck on it - suck on it hard like you really want it", to which the dutiful slave set to sucking, no, devouring, that bar of soap. This continued until more than half the bar had disappeared, and for all of his ministrations, Mistress Katja Minx's slave was granted one kiss of her boots. It appeared that the show was now over, and Mistress Katja Minx stood up. The audience, not knowing quite how to react, began to applaud slowly, trancelike, then as the spell over them began to dissipate they dissolved into the hoots and hollers from earlier in the evening. The slave, apparently quite pleased with himself, stood alongside Mistress Katja Minx to share in the accolades. A hush came over the crowd.

Even I could have told him that was a dumbass thing to do.

Uh-oh. In one swift movement, Mistress Katja Minx grabbed a whip from her bag with one hand and grabbed her slave with the other. Leaning the whip over her shoulder, she positioned her slave over the barstool, taking only a moment to secure his wrists to its legs. He was facing the audience, and his bare ass faced Mistress Katja Minx. His face had dropped, the smug expression from only a moment ago replaced with one of fear and anticipation.

"For that little transgression, my pet, you will receive thirty", said Mistress Katja Minx as she lashed his ass mercilessly with the full force of her body thirty times. The torment on his face was incredible, yet he never let out so much as a whimper. How incredibly cruel, I thought to myself, as what had been growing admiration turned to a slight distaste when I saw his now-free body laced with welts and small trails of blood. She spread his legs and made him bend over to give us all a good view of her "handiwork". Enthusiastic applause.

I was about to make my exit. I stood up and realized that my cock was hard as a rock. This was an unexpected development. A bit confused, and more than a bit uncomfortable, I followed Mistress Katja Minx and her slave through the curtains. The backstage area was treacherous to navigate, and I'd be damned if I ruined my good shoes. I lost her for a moment in the maze of wooden hallways and was about to ask the whereabouts of her dressing room when that deep voice said, "Get your ass in here".

I had been standing in front of her open door. I felt I had to be cautious, but I went in anyway. Mistress Katja Minx was seated in front of the large mirror, her slave on his knees in the corner facing the wall.

Without turning she said, "I know why you're here Detective".

Oh, really? I tried to explain that the person I was really looking for was her boss, but the more I was talking, the less I was saying until my words became an incoherent tangle of sounds. Mistress Katja Minx never moved a muscle, only stared at me, no stared through me, as she probed my mind. It took all of two minutes.

Now I was getting scared.

Exhibitionist though she was, what she truly enjoyed, she said, was the power - the control - the way her performance was able to mesmerize her audience and the way she could manipulate their minds with her body.

"If they only knew", she lamented, "the damage I could do were I allowed to use my mind". She turned back to that exquisite reflection in the mirror.

"You little slut. I know why you're here. I know what you're looking for. And perhaps you have already found it, no?".

I just stared, allowing her words to soak into me.

"I could see it on your face, you were so easy to pick out of the crowd, it was so obvious that you were watching me with different eyes". I still could not respond. "And oh yes, that erection. All the proof I needed - you're quite guilty - you might want to let your boss know that this little stakeout of yours is going to run a bit late".

With that she snapped her fingers and her slave quickly crawled to her side.

"Slave," she said stroking his hair, "why don't you help the good detective slip into something more comfortable"?

I now know with absolute certainty that pink is not my color.

Mistress Katja Minx had me try on what seemed like hundreds of outfits. I wanted to resist. Really I did. But once I slipped on that first g-string, and felt the softness of the fabric caressing my balls, I was putty in her hands. Mistress Katja Minx, however, was not that easy to please. Her sense of aesthetics was quite exacting, and she found the tiniest details irritating. There was the red sequinned spandex dress that pulled in the wrong places, the white patent bikini that did not fully cover my balls, the see-through chemise that exposed my padded breasts and the pink satin teddy that, as she said, made me look like a fat sausage. I was not allowed to touch her latex. Because of its extreme sensuality, it was a pleasure reserved only for the Mistress, and not such a lowly little slut-in-training as myself. I wanted nothing more than to please her, and I modelled each outfit dutifully. She would accept nothing less than perfection. As I discarded each rejected outfit, her slave would crawl over and worshipfully replace it on its hanger. Mistress Katja Minx explained that my attire must reflect my inner self as well as being a covering of my outer self. So what does a fire-engine red lycra thong and matching rhinestone-studded padded bra say?

I'm just doing my job. I'm just doing my job.......

"Ah, that's it. Now come here, put on the heels that match it."

I slipped the matching red 5-inch heeled pumps on my feet, and Mistress Katja Minx commanded me to walk in front of her.

I'm afraid I still need a bit of work in that area.

"It doesn't matter my little slut", she said, "you won't necessarily be standing that much anyway". At that, I tripped, and fell rather ungracefully to the floor. She beckoned me closer to her, and her slave turned up the lights. A little bit of makeup, a short black wig to match her own striking hairstyle, and a slash of blood-red lipstick.

"Now my darling, the time has come for you to get what it is you came here for. You will find what you seek out there, on the stage. Just go out and take it".

Then she kicked my ass out.

Tottering in the high heels, I tried to manage a bit of a stride but it was no use. In a rather masculine way I stomped out onto the stage, looking around for the character I had come to this nightclub to nail. The crowd went quiet when they saw me. For a moment I was terrified, and yes a bit embarassed. Then the music came on. That damned disco stuff. As I strained my eyes, I found my hips starting to move - sure my legs were bent, but I was starting to really feel the music. The lights started flashing. I could feel it on my skin - tightening it, warming it. The audience was watching with interest, I felt all of their eyes on me. They leaned forward, offering cash, trying to grab at my body. My first instinct was to back away. After a few steps backward, I bumped into something. Or someone.

Guess who?

It was Mistress Katja Minx. She brusquely turned me around to face the audience.

"Think of this as your coming-out party, detective. Go out there and be the little slut that you really are". Again she kicked me in the ass.

I staggered to regain my footing, slowly turning, to see Mistress Katja Minx staring at me, hands on her hips, directing me in my "routine". I grabbed onto the pole. Staring back into those disapproving eyes, I began to rub my cock up against the pole, swaying my hips, shaking my ass. Then I ran my tongue up and down the pole, flicking it in and out. I did this bump-and-grind more wildly until I saw her expression change slightly.

"Come on slut, take it off", she said.

Awkwardly, I fumbled with my bra top until I felt the click of its clasp falling apart. The audience cheered as I removed the top, swinging it around for good measure. I stooped to collect some of the cash being offered, and felt the eager hands of the patrons on my breasts and grabbing for my crotch.

Looking backward, I saw Mistress Katja Minx. She had retrieved her stool and was sitting on it, legs spread wide, riding crop in her hand. Those eyes again, imploring me to come closer. My already hard cock got even harder. I dropped to my hands and knees, and crawled over to her feet. She pulled the remaining garment from my body so that I was quite naked, and turned me so that my face now faced the audience.

A fleeting moment of deja vu came over me but was quickly interrupted by the stinging hot blows of the crop on my ass. Again and again she struck me, each slap louder than the last, until I screamed out, a combination of exquisite pleasure and intense pain.

Then it stopped.

Mistress Katja Minx turned me around, spreading my cheeks wide for the audience, so that now I was the "handiwork" to be admired. The audience cheered, and I could feel the coolness of her hands as they touched my white-hot skin. She turned, and I followed her backstage on my hands and knees.

I had never been so incredibly humiliated or excited in my entire life, but never had the chance to say so.

"So, detective. You found what you were looking for."

And she slammed the door in my face.

My clothes were in a pile outside her door at my feet.

Daytime.

A later date....

I never did catch the guy, and I'll admit that the report I filed did have a few "details" changed.

But I'll never forget that night.

Or the cash.

Or that dame.

Oh yeah, the pay isn't as good, but I'm still a private investigator....

Barbaro

2006-05-21T20:21:00.000-07:00

First I should say that I'm generally not a racing fan - not of horse racing nor of dog racing. The exception to the rule is of course, Jack Russell Racing which for anyone who's never seen it is the single most hilarious thing in the entire world. A field of highly-caffeinated terriers chase a furry thing on a string toward a finish line at top speed - and there is only one terrier-sized hole at the end for the winner to get through. The rest of the pack slams against a padded wall until they find said hole. So. Much. Fun.

Anyway, I did manage to catch the Kentucky Derby this year. The most exciting 2 minutes in sports, they say. It was truly incredible. Watching Barbaro come out of nowhere and then run so much faster than any other horse was true poetry. I was moved.

Then to hear today that Barbaro was running in the Preakness and after one false start managed to break his leg in several places. I never really understood fully why horses had to be put down if they broke a leg, but oddly enough today's LA Times had a great explanation (I generally buy the times only to line my catboxes with). It's quite sad, apparently many times they put the horse down right on the track when this happens.

But Barbaro is in surgery now at one of the top equine hospitals... sending some serious love to you Barbaro! I know you won't ever be able to race again, but here's to hoping for a nice long life on the stud farm!

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

I Love the Rain

2006-05-21T20:03:00.000-07:00

Living here in Los Angeles has never been my dream. Ever. I was never seduced by the lights of Hollywood nor interested in the "it never rains" benefit. I quite like the rain, actually. It's raining here tonight which reminded me of how much I really miss it...

My last apartment in New York City was in the East Village. It was quite small - of course - but cozy. The neighborhood had already gentrified, and I've never felt even the tiniest tinge of fright at letting my freak flag fly while I lived in NYC (unlike LA where EVERYTHING is fake and scary).

One purrticular evening we were having a thunderstorm. I had been working all day at a midtown dungeon and was tired. Usually I walked home after work, whether it be dinnertime or last-call time. Midtown to east village, yeah that's a bit of a walk but I really loved it. On this day my last client had requested that I wear latex, one of my favorite things, so I was dressed in a latex catsuit and rubber thigh high boots. Simple and elegant, right? The session was oddly unmemorable (I really hate those kind) other than the request for latex. That was odd at this time in NYC (10 years ago-ish), generally requests ran more toward lingerie than fetish gear. At this dungeon they did not have a shower facility, and you know how hot it can get when encased in rubber for awhile. So after the session rather than trying to peel out of my casing and risking a powder-filled mess or worse a rip in my catsuit, I decided to wear it home and peel it off in the shower.

Note to rubberists and would-be-rubberists: The sensation of removing tight latex clothing after sweaty play in the shower is AMAZING. First always let the shower pulse down on your body, feel the coolness of the water as it beads all over, then slowly begin unzipping or rolling the latex off... you'll also find that it slips off very easily with no danger of rips or tears (unless you have jewelry on or ridiculously long fingernails) and the inevitable puddle of milky-colored sweat already has a place to go other than your dungeon or bedroom floor.

So anyway, I left the dungeon in full gear with a coat on of course. I've always had more than a touch of the goth girl in me (old school, that is) so having a long black trenchcoat in my locker at "the office" was a given. My boots were from Magic Shoes (you can still buy them at www.pennangalan.com from the UK) and it was a big deal when I bought them... they were really expensive for me at the time and when you cannot try something on beforehand and you're spending a lot of time and money on boots, shipping, and customs it's a bit scary. Black thigh high boots with side zips, patent toes and heels. Heels about 4" high, not too crazy.

This being New York City and raining no one really stops to study me. I catch glances whenever the rain slows down but nothing more. Once I get to 14th Street, I'm pretty soaked through and my coat is basically useless. But it's not really cold outside, it's one of those thunderstorms that happens after a long hot summer city day when it's a relief to finally feel a bit of coolness and you can almost see the asphalt simmering. So I decide to take the coat off as it's become cumbersome anyway as it's gotten soaked.

I ran through the streets in the center of the street whenever the rain picked up, and walked confidently on the sidewalks whenever the rain slowed down. It was an absolutely amazing experience. Mostly for the physical feeling of being so warm inside and yet cool on the outside more than any direct commentary from admirers or detractors.

Many many times since then I've been out in public in full gear, so it's not about shock value for me. I don't have to have people see me in a latex catsuit or a leather corset out in public. It was just the freeling feeling of running through the streets, money in my pocket, letting everything go, feeling no pain and no stress, just letting the rain wash away all of my sins (well I guess they may have been stuck on with super glue because those babies haven't gone anywhere)...

I miss that.

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

A Powerful Woman

2006-05-03T11:01:00.000-07:00

Here is a FANTASTIC quote for the day:

"Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't".
~Margaret Thatcher

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

Interview with Bare Back Magazine

2006-05-02T10:45:00.000-07:00

I've just done an interview for Bare Back Magazine... Reflections of Erotica Unleashed Into Reality, an online Erotica magazine.

Read it HERE

Katja Minx
www.sadomasokitten.com

Katja Minx on XPeeps

2006-04-23T10:15:00.000-07:00

Another site for "friends"...

XPeeps is the adult-oriented version of MySpace - for both industry people and those who just love porn.

http://www.xpeeps.com/sadomasokitten

Damn, but I'm getting very "friend"ly lately...

Katja Minx
http://www.sadomasokitten.com

Katja Minx on MySpace

2006-04-22T10:12:00.000-07:00

I've resisted joining MySpace for a long time... the few times that I've used it I actually got really annoyed because I didn't find it that easy to use, or that easy to really find people that I wanted to be my "friends".

Maybe it's just that I don't play well with others.

Anyway, I've gone and done it. Wanna be my friend?

http://www.myspace.com/sadomasokitten

Katja Minx
http://www.sadomasokitten.com

Looking for Me?

2006-04-02T20:01:00.000-07:00

I've finally done it. Something I've been threatening to do for some time, and which took me forever and a day to finish.

And for a change, it's something you'll love.

I've just added an entire special section for you to purruse on my main blog SADOMASOKITTEN. Now... look to the right of where you're reading right now toward the upper right of the sidebar... just under the flags, see the link that says Katja Minx in Photos? Well click on that. Wait, finish reading this first... then you'll be allowed to click.

I've put together a bit of history - my life in prose and photos - for all of my wonderful supplicants and admirers who have been bugging the hell out of me since I took my main website down.

Now. Purrmission granted. You may click.

Katja Minx
http://www.sadomasokitten.com

Opening Pandora's Box

2006-02-22T21:14:00.000-08:00

Some time has passed since I've last posted...

Not for lack of jaw-dropping events in my life, quite literally it was due to not being able to move.

My thyroid disease grabs me by the throat like a pit bull and won't let go from time to time. I am exhausted all the time, and get deeply depressed. It's a very dark place that I'm not able to share, even with those closest to me. I just ride the wave, wait for it to make landfall, smash my head against the shore, get up, wash the sand outa my pants and move on.

What should have taken a few days took over a month. Good grief. But at least there was some method to the madness. I've just put up the new blog that I've been threatening everyone with - at http://www.sadomasokitten.com - in case Blogger takes me down. The initial plan is to post on both, so if you've been reading here and are happy with that, you should be taken care of.

Enjoy - while I wash the sand outa my pants (don't you just hate that?)...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Punxsutawney Phil

2006-02-02T11:23:00.000-08:00

The only groundhog worth listening to, Punxsutawney Phil, says 6 more weeks of winter.

My money is always on Phil - he's quite the stylish rodent. I like to watch the guy in the fabulous hat drag Phil's ass out of his hole each February 2nd and ask the cranky groundhog what he thinks about the weather. Some day Phil will tell (or show) him what he's really thinking... but for now it must be such a great gig that he just plays along.

With all of the things wrong with America, Phil is something soooooo right. An interesting article about Groundhog Day here for your reading pleasure...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Dominatrix Acquitted

2006-01-30T14:33:00.000-08:00

You can read the article here

OK, I'm not sure how I feel about this. If you've been reading my blog, you know how I feel about women in the dominatrix business who have little to no regard for professionalism or the safety of their clients while in their parlours. Basically if someone is hurt or is having some sort of adverse physical reaction, call 911. Simple.

Mistress Lauren M. was acquitted of all charges today in the death of a client who died while in bondage in her studio. Supposedly he had a heart attack while in bondage and she panicked, and she and her boyfriend cut up the body and drove it to another state. She confessed to this. But today because of a technicality - the police somehow didn't tape the confession (?!?) nor save their notes - she got off.

I basically feel that it doesn't set a very good precedent, while it may be very good for her purrsonally. This man died during a BDSM session (he had taken out his session money just before, and his car was found nearby). It would have been best if the body had been found and she was acquitted because she didn't actually commit the crime, and hadn't been negligent in her most basic role as the Dominant.

This makes my stomach hurt.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Philosophy

2006-01-28T17:56:00.000-08:00

As quoted from the inimitable Katherine Hepburn:

"If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun".

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Dear Mistress Minx: The Purrformer

2006-01-28T07:57:00.000-08:00

(photo from www.harkavy.com/sleep_chamber.shtml )

Dear Mistress Minx,

I think I read somewhere that you were part of the band Sleep Chamber? I've heard of them, but I don't have any of their music or anything. I've seen pictures of their shows and they seemed pretty crazy but I can't figure out which one of them was you.

Signed,
music lover

Dear music lover,

Yes indeed I was a member of the Barbitchuettes - the elite female dancers that accompanied the band Sleep Chamber. I lived for many years in Boston and used to frequent the gothic/industrial club Man Ray in Central Square in Cambridge (now defunct). It was there that I was spotted by Laura Graff - who became a well-known fetish photographer before her way-too-early passing - and asked to join.

(photo from www.harkavy.com/sleep_chamber.shtml)

Many people had warned me about becoming part of SC - I heard all sorts of rumors. But honestly it was really one of the best things about my life at that time - not financially (we were rarely paid more than cab fare if at all) but purrsonally. Getting to wrythe around with other exotic half-naked women was definitely a blast, and we purrformed at very large clubs all around the country as well as tiny dives. Sometimes there wasn't even a stage! We even travelled through Germany on our last tour.

I became well-known for purrforming and inspiring their song Catwoman, and appeared in a multitude of fetish outfits during our time onstage. We would do live whippings and other SM scenarios (naughty nuns spring to mind), and occasionally purrformed with the Women of Sodom, who really did put on a full audience participation show. Most of the Barbitchuettes were strippers, some dancers, some fetish models. It was an always-changing carnival of flesh.

We were also famous for something we did during the last number of our shows (in later years, it was "Infatuation"): because people threw so much shit at us, we'd bring out a large industrial flooor fan, bags of (usually just paper or confetti) garbage, turn on the fan and blow it into the audience. Girls writhing on top of the fan, others shaking that bag in front of it, others rolling around on the floor or with each other. Good times.....

I can still smell the incense that burned at every show.

Drugs were the ultimate downfall of SC, and it's a shame. Anyone looking for more on Sleep Chamber can read the articles on the official SC website or the most recent article I've seen published on John Zewizz in the Boston Phoenix.

I have no regrets.

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Jury Deliberates Dominatrix's Fate

2006-01-27T14:37:00.000-08:00

The most recent article is here. It's in the jury's hands now.

This is the ongoing case of Mistress Lauren M. in Massachusetts - you remember her, the one who instead of sanely calling the police when her client who was in bondage had a heart attack, instead waited for him to die, cut up his body into pieces, placed them in plastic bags, then drove them a few states away to a dumpster (supposedly... his body has never been found)?

Charming gal. Gives us all a really good name.

Way to go darlin'. If what they say is true and that man did die because of your negligence I do hope that you pay for your crime. I'd like to also say that I hope that the jury doesn't take the fact that you were a pro-Domina into account, or that being into BDSM had something to do with this awful scenario. Which of course they will, and there will be renewed interest in busting Dominas again. Not to mention private couples participating in BDSM games. And it snowballs from there...

I purrsonally know of many stories over the years where women working in the BDSM business have hurt clients. Or have been negligent, left them hanging by their arms, caused all sorts of injuries. The vast majority were young, new to the business, or in it "for the money". This woman was older, and had her own dungeon for crying out loud. Accidents happen, but nobody accidentally lets someone die.

All the more reason for everyone to learn CPR. And if someone in your dungeon (or bedroom) has a physical problem don't be stupid - call the ambulance.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Dear Dominatrix

2006-01-25T17:43:00.000-08:00

Dear Mistress Minx,

I've fantasized about being dominated all of my life, but I've never had the opportunity to visit a Domina or had a girlfriend who was into it. The few times that I tried to get a girlfriend to dominate me or to wear leather clothes, it was always a disaster. I spent a lot of money on some really hot outfits and boots, but they won't actually dominate me, even if occasionally they'll wear the clothes just to make me happy.

I've been trying to get my new girlfriend into it and to share my fetish. I don't want to screw it up this time. How can I do that?

Sincerely,
confused

Dear confused:

Believe it or not, this is one of the most common questions that I was ever asked as a Domina. There seems to be this sense out there that women aren't "into" being Dominant because they aren't "naturally" Dominant. Or that experiencing BDSM at home with a loving partner is somehow less serious than seeing a Domina or playing in public.

BDSM for most couples is "play". They do not live the full-time fantasy (and there are very few people who do, even those who profess to be "lifestyle"). It's a pleasing sexual diversion, something they may incorporate once, twice, many times or every time in their sexual repertoire. They find a few things that they both enjoy, and that becomes an item on their sex menu. Appetizer, entree, or dessert.

A purrsonal relationship is far different that a professional one. As a pro-Domina, I accept cash in exchange for BDSM play. A girlfriend on the other hand, will still be around after the hour is up. If you are into something heavy because you've been actually indulging in BDSM for years you should think back - there was a time when you were a newbie too, and hadn't done anything more than fantasize.

There may have been many things that you masturbated to for years that you thought were so sexy, and then when you actually experienced them in real life they may not have excited you at all. This is incredibly common. Many times a client would bring in pictures, stories, or even entire scripted scenes of predicaments that they wished to experience. Once we began, many times they would ask to stop, or I could discern that things were becoming too heavy or too distracting and I would stop or divert the scene. Some clients were pleasantly surprised at how activities to which they had professed absolutely no interest could really get them into serious sub-space, or be very enjoyable. A fair portion of my collection of exotic toys was procured this way - a client would show up with an item or a collection of items that they wanted to use during the session. Usually something they had just purchased, or hadn't used before. We would try them out - and surprise, surprise, they weren't nearly as pleasurable as their mind had told them they would be. So they'd either "leave" them behind (I found many things tangled in ropes or towels after a client left) or specifically give them to me. Whee!

The brain really is the biggest sex organ in the body.

Sometimes seeing a "professional" is the only way to experience certain things - I am very skilled in mental and physical manipulation, and how to do it relatively safely. I am not going to become physically or mentally involved with you after our agreed-upon time is up (I'm not one of those Mistresses who ever, and I mean ever, crosses that line with one of my clients). If I do not specialize in the type of activities that you wish to indulge in, I will recommend you to someone who does.

If you describe yourself to me as a "pain pig" or a serious masochist, I am still going to start out our session lightly. I am going to familiarize myself with the local topography, and slowly build up to the desired intensity. Because I have done this for so many years, I can see when you are at your peak. I can tell when you cannot take anymore, and when you are just whining for the pain to stop when you really mean that you want to be pushed over the edge.

Hell, even I bring my dog to a trainer on occasion because there isn't that emotional bond - someone non involved with my daily life who can see behavioral issues and punish my pooch where I might not.

You'd be surprised at the very high number of pro-Dominas who are submissive in their "real lives", or who are sexually submissive at home. I've known many and must confess that I was almost always surprised because they were the most "dominant" ones in the scene. The ones who were most well-known and well-respected. It's about doing what turns you on, what you enjoy, and what you enjoy with your partner. Not to mention the same phenomenon that brings clients to my door: when you're dominant and in charge all day around the office, sometimes you want to just come home and wear a pair of panties and be told what to do and how to do it.

For those men who are interested in getting their girlfriends or wives "into it" (I'll offer separate advice for women in this position with their husbands and boyfriends at another time) my best suggestion is this: Start slow.

Don't show up in a full rubber catsuit and gas mask if you're trying to ease her into latex.

Handcuffs with keys? Might be better to start with scarves and pantyhose or those furry cuffs so that there isn't the distraction of Don't Lose the Keys in the Heat of Passion.

Want to try being beaten? Why not have her start out by lightly spanking you, say things like "I've been a really naughty boy for asking you to do these things, I might need a spanking". Remember that she's not a mind reader nor someone who has done this day in and day out. Give verbal and physical encouragement.

You can always turn up the heat if you find that these activities are something that she enjoys. And it's usually a good idea to include whatever your usual sexual activity is so that she doesn't feel like she's just being used to fulfill your fantasy.

And most importantly, don't forget to make her feel good! Especially if she's dominating you or punishing you... you may want to offer her something "special" in return...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Dear Mistress Minx...

2006-01-24T10:02:00.000-08:00

I've thought about adding a sort of "Dear Abby"-type feature to my blog...

Basically I would answer questions (and provide needed guidance) posed to me via email, post pictures from the ask-ees if supplied, etc.

So I'm soliciting those deep, dark questions you've always wanted to ask a Dominatrix. The ones you were always too chicken to ask, or too deep into subspace when I kicked your ass out of my door to remember.

Send those questions to me directly at: sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

I'm still in the midst of a major redesign and update to a "real" blog (www.sadomasokitten.com). Then I can really feature much more than my rantings...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Slaves and Anal Violations, Part Deux

2006-01-23T16:55:00.000-08:00

For the incredibly annoying slave who keeps writing over and over and over... yes, I did a post awhile back entitled "Preparing the Slave for Anal Violations". No I don't know why you cannot seem to locate it, it was easy enough for me to find....

Ah, then I remember. You're a slave thinking with his cock and not his brain.

So here it is again, in all it's glorious-ness:

A slave telephones me and asks if I do dildo play, anal play, ass play, etc... If that's all they're into, I'll generally decline as that was always my red flag... Any sort of penetration can be considered prostitution. Depending on the laws where you live there are variances of course, but basically if there is something inside of you, I'm breaking the law. Even if my intention is purely evil and torturous (with no pleasure involved at all), in the eyes of the law I am penetrating you with the purrpose of pleasure - prostitution. Yes I have been visited by our boys in blue many times over my career.

There have always been all sorts of lies purrpetuated by the professional Dominance community as to what a cop can and cannot do once inside your chambers. My advice to anyone is to listen to your gut - if you think he's a cop, he probably is, and is it really worth that extra couple of hundred bucks to get busted and have all of your equipment confiscated?

Basically anal play is something that I would only indulge in with clients that I knew - someone who had seen me before or been given a purrsonal recommendation for. Not that this is foolproof, but since I've never been busted for prostitution, my record must be pretty good in this arena. I have on many occasions popped new anal slave cherries, violated slaves assholes until they were red and bloody, and fisted slaves well past my wristbone. I enjoy it because I enjoy being in the power position, and it's easy to create the scenario in my head of where I want the slave to be during the violation.

Enemas - absolutely necessary. If you haven't taken one (and believe me, I'll know), you will be given one. Not handed a puny little squeeze bottle and sent off to the bathroom, you'll be laid down on your side and take a whole bag before you begin the waddle of shame to the bathroom trying desperately to hold in the contents (and hold it in you will - under peril of extreme degredation).

Now that you're nice and clean, we begin by placing you into position. This varies wildly depending both on my mood and on the available surfaces. Lets just say - because of the benefit of the scene photos here - that you're bent over a bondage horse, legs spread wide. I cannot express the importance of lubricant here. The choice of lube is up to me (depending on how sadistic I'm feeling...), and it's time to rubber up with two pair of gloves, which saves time once I remove the first pair. See how kind I am, making sure you get even more time to be ass fucked?

Even for fistees, there will always be some exploratory warmup. Starting with my well-lubed rubber fingers, I first insert one, then two, then three, then I generally tuck in the thumb and go right for the knuckles... if you can take it, that is. I'll turn my hand fully around to explore and to spread the lube. If you're a good boy I might even indulge in some prostate massage, but you've got to be a really good boy for that.

Once the opening has been prepared, it's time for the toys. Whether they're strapped on or handheld, they're coming at ya so you'd better not tense up. Squealing, of course, is encouraged. I'll start with my smaller dildos and work my way up to my larger ones - larger in both length and width of course - and the intensity increases as we go along. I'll push you to that point when the pain becomes intense and you think you can't take even one more thrust of my giant rubber cock, but then you do because I've told you that you will, that you have no choice but to be my bitch and take whatever I give you...

Your purrsonal cleanup, however, is up to you. For that you will absolutely do the waddle of shame to begin the lube removal process in the bathroom... both from yourself and from my dildos.

What a good little slut you are.

Katja Minx

http://www.katja-minx.com

Fur Kills

2006-01-18T11:18:00.000-08:00

http://www.furkills.org

I've just made a donation to this organization (endorsed by the HSUS) - people who do good work in trying to halt the massive fur trade, especially coming out of China, that causes so much anguish to so many animals. Every little piece of real fur adorning your clothing is a little piece too much.

Please do whatever you can - there is an action area where you can write letters, attend rallys, donate money, or just get stickers and materials to show the world you care.

"The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated."

Mohandas Gandhi

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

The Mistress in Action - Real BDSM Scenes

2006-01-16T14:51:00.000-08:00

More places to see me "in action":

Beauty Is Pain
beautyispain.dooza.com

This is my very favorite series - Beauty is Pain follows the exploits of slave wildboots - fans of very exotic boots and heels will love this one (especially the extended lacing of the slave into crotch high black leather ballet boots) - and it features some extraordinary shibari rope bondage in some great positions, very very severe cock and ball bullwhipping, exotic leather suspension and bondage, and some of the most amusing Mistress/slave dialogue and singing - yes, I said singing - anywhere.

Katja Minx
katjaminx.dooza.com

Nipple torture slaves rejoice! This site features scenes of intense nipple torture, exotic ropework bondage, toe tickling, and smoking! It features an early smoking video that I did using long cigarette holders, cigars, cigarettes, as well as the extinguishing of my cigarette on my slaves' cock, human ashtray play, and a very amusing ashtray.

Dominatrix
dominatrix.dooza.com

Looking for something exotic? Enjoy true Mistress/slave interaction? This site includes some of my many specialties, including exotic ropework and positions, extreme taunting of my slaves, cbt, cropping (and foot torture) as well as some exotic hair bondage. Also my dual Domina scenes with Ilsa Strix, one of my ex co-conspirators.

When you join the Dooza megasite on one of my sites, you get access to the entire network of titillating videos - including a great BDSM and Femdom section. Join today and you can download my videos as well as thousands of others to watch over and over and over...

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Huge Giant Pain in the Ass

2006-01-13T16:58:00.000-08:00

Ok, this replacing my entire sidebar thing is really getting on my nerves. Grunt work was never my specialty, and it annoys me to no end to have to replace everything I worked so hard to get just purrfect for so long. Some things are lost for good, but most just mean that I have to track down the banner, track down the linking code, and then update the html in my blog template. Takes time kitties, and mental energy.

So here's a fun assignment for all of you. Today I received an email from the idiot who hijacked my blog - actually it was sent to several accounts that I have at blogger which is even funnier, so I imagine that he's added blog spamming to his portfolio - trying to solicit links to his shitty porn blogs. I post these here for your spamming pleasure:

bitches4you.com
spermgag.com
misterbukkake.com
livebukkake.com
bitcheslinks.com
gangpussy.com
bloghardcore.com
supermalastv.com
maxgrana.com
whoresmovies.info
jonhkerry.net

Do me a favor and have fun - please make this asshole's life miserable with a lovely piece of spam, sign him up for your local bestiality or child porn sites - or just fuck with him. I have already submitted his info to many bestiality boards and some of the more offensive sites I could find, so if you see that he's already registered, well, that was sweet little ol' ME.

His email is: planoweb@gmail.com.

Of course I also have his name and home address, which I will gleefully provide to anyone who asks. Look out, Rogerio...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Hijacked

2006-01-11T11:56:00.000-08:00

Yes folks, yesterday I almost had a heart attack.

When I tried to login to my blogger account to update my blog I discovered that I couldn't log in. Hm, odd. So I tried to check out my blog. And some obnoxious asshole had replaced my blog with something called The Lost Blog - a crappy porno blog. Then today he replaced it with some generic links to his shitty porn sites.

Well let me tell ya - Rogerio Anicio Oliveira in Santana do Paraiso Brazil (the offender, I have his home address for anyone wishing to send him some purrsonal thanks) - that was an incredibly shitty thing to do. I'm sure I wasn't the only one you were able to steal from, and now your karma is fucked.

And when you die and join me in hell remember this - I'm going to be one of Satan's favorites, I'll have a good seat, and I'll be able to torture you for eternity in ways that I promise you won't enjoy...

As for everyone else, I will slowly be adding back my sidebar. I had hundreds of links (luckily I'm smart enough to have saved at least a picture of them all) that I now have to look up and add back manually, so please have patience with me on that.

And a HUGE HUG to Sarah at Blogger who saved my ass, got back all of my posts, and stopped the hijacker in his tracks. Within one day she got me back up and running (in high heels, so not terribly fast but fast enough for me).

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Year of the Dog

2006-01-04T17:06:00.000-08:00

2006 already, time does fly.

I've decided to start making some changes for this Year of the Dog, ferreting out the dust bunnies in my website and my blog. Of course this means that I actually have to carve out some time and learn how to use some new software... and put more work into it again (unless I can find a talented blog designer - wink wink nudge nudge). This will be a huge pain in the ass, of course, but will also be creatively fulfilling so I'd be willing to bet on the side that I'll actually do it.

For me it's more properly called the "Year of the Airedale" but that's because I'm in the midst of puppy training (a "real" puppy for a change, not a human one!). I always need a break from that.

Look for changes soon...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Happy Fucking New Year

2005-12-31T14:49:00.000-08:00

As promised...

Awhile back I had mentioned that I drove past my old dungeon Kismet in Pasadena, and it had been turned into a discount store. Depressing.

Well today while mewsing on the past year I found myself near Old Town and thought I'd swing by to see what had become of the building. When I was there, the exterior was painted a very non-descript white, only lit over the door by a large lamp. The heavy glass bricks were blocked by walls so no one could see inside.

I had spent several weeks completely on my own in preparing the space after I rented it. It was painted godawful colors - browns, golds, blues - with really cheap crappy paint. I devised a system using floor-to-ceiling black curtains to block off areas for privacy (and deviance), painted the main dungeon area and the main sitting areas bright lacquer red, painted a second dungeon room a glorious deep blue, and completely re-did the bathroom area in a leopard-beige theme. I put in a full office, a sitting area that could double as a "domestic" setting, and painted the entire ceiling black. I installed all of the bondage equipment myself, especially the red padded bondage beds that I attached to walls in both rooms. I set up suspension and hanging areas. I moved in all of my equipment.

And I used it well - for sessions, parties, videos and photographs. Not to mention my own purrsonal use. The sexual energy in that space was apparent and intense.

So it pains me to see that the discount store has flourished where Kismet passed on. Knowing the neighborhood, I'm sure that drugs are more plentiful than cheap goods, and that is what keeps it in business. Knowing the landlord, I know that the current tenants probably don't complain about the toilet exploding and the subsequent flooding the way that I did.

Every single day I think about that space and how much I miss it. I've never come across a purrsonal Mistress' dungeon space that could hold a candle to it for both open space, creative backgrounds and equipment, and sexual energy. I fear it cannot be recreated and that makes me sad.

Starting 2006 on a low note was not my intention, but it is my feeling. More in looking back toward things that should have been rather than looking forward at what is to come. Something for me to work through (purrhaps best accomplished while beating the tar out of someone, but that's just me...).

To better things,

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Barkback Mountin'

2005-12-25T21:35:00.000-08:00

It seems I can never get away from the "adult" world, even on Christmas day.

My pup chose this day, his first Christmas, in front of a large party full of people, to do his first major hump. He found a friend's dog, Sneaky (an older neutered male) and began humping away. Even when Sneaky would kick him off and run away, Bogart would continue to hump.

All day long.

Luckily the group was already relatively inebriated, so they found this hilarious and made their own jokes - and no one brought up "where he might have learned that from" (Bogart also cracks a mean leash, but that's another story). I could just sit by with a drink in my hand (an untouched "holiday" concoction, I was driving) and laugh.

Merry Christmas to All,

Katja Minx

My Elf Name... Apparently

2005-12-24T16:57:00.000-08:00

Your Elf Name Is...

Spicy Tinsel Toes

What's Your Elf Name?

Gearing up for the Holidays, Dominatrix-Style

2005-12-22T17:01:00.000-08:00

I'm not really a jolly Christmas type.

Don't get me wrong - In my time, I've violated many slaves in amusing Christmas manners and with many seemingly innocent Christmas items. But this year for some reason I'm really not in the mood. Even the little silver tree that twinkles on my desk isn't doing it. And even more tellingly, even my new little Airedale isn't kicking my ass into the spirit.

I did, however, take him to Petco to have his picture taken with Santa (above). It is an odd thing, tho, how sometimes my new less Dominatrix-y demeanor slides aside to reveal the evil bitch lurking inside...

I showed up at the PETCO in the San Fernando Valley. The times that Santa were supposed to be there were 9am – noon. So we got there around 9:30.

Was there a Santa? Nope. Was there a photographer? Nope. Were there several really angry people with dogs? You betcha. We were told by store staff that Santa wasn’t going to be showing up because he was too sick to work (because he had been drinking heavily the night before – hey, I know that it must be really lousy to have a career as a pet-store Santa but come on, at least show up…). We were also told that the photographer left in disgust. So there we were, standing around in a half-cleared out space in the bird department with our animals.

After about 30 minutes we were told that the photographer would return (ah, I guess he’d heard that there were now people there waiting), but he had to stop and get a Santa suit somewhere. Great. So we waited awhile longer, and he did finally show up at around 10:30 with a Santa suit and a really unhappy looking Petco employee who had obviously been pressed into Santa duty.

Then he set up the most pathetic backdrop I’ve ever seen in my life. Blue filmy fabric that only went about waist high and taped onto a pole.

I felt quite bad for the employee pressed into Santa duty – once he got over feeling obviously unhappy he was quite nice. The photographer on the other hand was a complete amateur. He had no idea of how to pose animals with Santa, seemed really irritated at all of us… so what was he doing here?

I realized at about this point that a switch had gone off in my head and that I was becoming "The Mistress". I had ordered Santa onto his knees to hold my dog, and was telling the photographer how to take the most flattering shots. The more he protested, the more ruthless and pointed I became, the more I ordered him around. After a few moments he seemed to sense that resistance was futile, and allowed himself to be led around by the nose (unlike my puppy, who still does whatever the hell he wants - I'll be fixing that very soon).

Eventually I picked one photo (remember, I’ve been here for HOURS by now). He wrote down my address, handed it to me, and sent me to the cashier. I actually had to ask the cashier how much I was going to be spending (it turned out to be $15, of which $5 was donated for a Tree of Hope ornament?). But again, at this point I thought FINE.

I was told by the photographer that the pictures would be printed out and sent the next day. Since the photos were digital, I asked if he could just email it to me. Answer was no. Ok, so I’ll get them in a few days. I wanted to put them into my Christmas cards.

Cut to December 20th – and no sign of any pictures.

I went back to the Petco last night to ask about photos, and the staff there gave me the photographer’s telephone number. Big mistake for him. I called him today and was told that NOTHING HAD BEEN PRINTED YET, and BOY WERE THEY BACKED UP. Ah, ok. He was obviously out somewhere (easy to hear in the background) and most likely wasn’t involved in a massive print run right at this moment. Hm.

So I wrote the most evil letter I could think of directly to Petco, and not just their customer service people. I managed to find the email address of the president of the company as well as several of his underlings.

Wow, the ass-ripping was fast and furious. This photographer called me back within an hour of my sending the wicked email apologizing profusely. I let him go on and on and on and only told him that the photos had better be good after all this and that I wanted them NOW.

Well lookie-here... photos arrived today. Are they good? Well, no. The bottom line was that he was a crappy photographer. But at least they are better than they would have been, and I got to flex my Dominatrix muscles a bit.

And it feels good.... I've still got it.

Katja Minx

Thanks Are in Order...

2005-12-15T09:24:00.000-08:00

Yesterday had seemed like a normal ho-hum kind of day until the postman arrived.

I think I've confessed to this before, but I absolutely love to receive packages. It *almost* doesn't even matter what's in them, just so I receive a package and get to rip it open. Bliss.
Recently I've been sending out more packages than I've been receiving, which just doesn't have the same feeling... although if anyone is listening from the US Postal Service, I've just got to say how very much I love using those new send-it-yourself postal machines. I get to watch everyone else standing in long lines, looking at the machines and basically being afraid of them, while I walk in with my piles of packages and confidently stride up to the machine. They're really easy to use, but I'm not telling anyone that, I don't want just anyone to feel like they can use the machines...

But I digress. I received the package of Fantasias that I had been waiting for (thank you Rubber Seal, I will enjoy them immensely), as well as a package from Amazon with several DVDs (thank you Catfan). Then there was another one...the new Olympus camera that I had on my Amazon wish list!!! I can only say to the anonymous admirer who sent it my true thanks (if you wish to be publicly thanked, please let me know), as my old camera has just begun to deteriorate after years of heavy use. And this one is an 8 megapixel whereas my old one was 4.1, so I feel like I've moved up in the world.

I'll update my Amazon Wish List today for anyone "just looking"...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Would Someone Please Give This Man a Blowjob?

2005-12-12T11:41:00.000-08:00

OK, this is my new favorite bumper sticker:

If I actually put bumper stickers on my car this would be the one. But alas I do not (only a tribal cat, and she's on my back windshield).

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Dog & Cat Adoption

2005-12-09T11:16:00.000-08:00

Looking for someone to love this holiday season?

Hurricane Katrina Super Adoption

December 11th 2005

Sunday, 11 am - 4 pm

Event hosted by:

Rescue for Ruffugees & New Leash on Life

www.newleash.org

www.rescueforruffugees.org

Santa Monica Airport Barker Hangar

3021 Airport Ave.

Santa Monica, CA 90405

Rescued animals from Louisiana and Los Angeles

30+ rescue organizations

Pet supply vendors

Free Admission and Parking

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Vitriol and Bile

2005-12-08T10:58:00.000-08:00

Another year is rapidly coming to a close, which always seems to bring out the crazies.

I don't know what it is, but it seems to operate like clockwork every single year. December hits, the nutty emails start. Not that I've ever minded unusual fetishistic requests, nor turned away gifts you understand. But sometimes the vitriol and anger packed into these - sometimes verrrry long - missives just brings me down.

I'm not a full-time Dominatrix anymore, at least not for pay. I've actually given that up some time ago, not wanting to put up with the significant client and fellow Mistress bullshit anymore. 15 years is enough. I do still see clients, however, when the mood strikes. I do still participate in photoshoots (both as the model and the photographer), and do bondage shoots with other photographers on occasion. And I do still have purrsonal slaves that drift in and out of my life (as all slaves do).

I will never miss the midnight phone calls from clients who have no idea of what they're looking for, the solicitations for straight sex, the petty jealousies and thievery of other Mistresses. I always functioned best when working on my own, despite all of the pitfalls inherent within - felines generally do.

Most of the time these emails are easily dismissed, deleted from my mailbox and my brain instantaneously. It's a shame that when someone is sitting in front of their computer that they feel this sense of power, of relative anonymity, that gives them the freedom to be the assholes they've always wished they could be in purrson. I have confronted many people over the years about things they've "said" about me on bulletin boards, in emails, etc. Every single time they backpedal - oh, it's out of context, I never said that, blah blah blah.

I will always be a Dominatrix. This defines so many of the aspects of my life and my way of living. But as I've always said (and wish I'd trademarked)....

I am not your Mistress
You are my slave.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Another Pimp Name Generator

2005-12-07T11:46:00.000-08:00

What's YOUR Pimp Name?

Mine is: Fine Ass Minx Ice

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

It's Just Wrong - And Fruity

2005-12-05T17:01:00.000-08:00

Yet another random sex-related site I've stumbled across today (yes, I'm a bit bored at the computer, why do you ask?).

Watermelon Guy

It's really classy - don't forget to read all of the accompanying text for the full effect.

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Sexy Furniture - Wine on Heels

2005-12-04T16:40:00.000-08:00

Normally most of these "sexy furniture" types of artisans aren't really producing much sexiness, but I stumbled across this one today that I thought was quite lovely:

http://www.sexyfurniture.nl

It's in Dutch & English.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Another Pro Domina Raided

2005-11-30T11:44:00.000-08:00

OK, I don't know the purrticulars about this case nor am I involved, but it's still an interesting read.

I had just written a long diatribe bitching about how Pro Dommes don't ever cover their asses legally. Somehow as I was publishing the post something happened and it disappeared. Maybe that's for the best as it was a bit vitriol-fueled. The bottom line, however, is that if you work as a pro Domina you're open to be busted for anything at anytime - especially if you work out of your home, basement, or garage. Have a commercial space? Doesn't completely cover you. Work at a commercial dungeon? Sorry, only if the management has a good relationship with the local police and they don't need a high-profile pervert bust that week (and none of this covers what your coworkers are doing in session....).

BDSM sites and professionals are going to be under more scrutiny than the general porn community - don't forget we're the PERVERTS here - and calmly explaining to the nice policeman or judge that there is a difference between professional domination and sex isn't going to get you very far. You took money to kick that sweet man in the nuts. Or that the nice man who is getting his ass beaten bloody has completely consented to having his cock tied up and to being whipped (by the way there is no such thing as legally consenting to be abused - that would make you "insane").

When I had my last dungeon Kismet, I had a business license with the city (I was a photographer, after all), had all of my legal paperwork in line in regards to models. I had a lawyer and a corporation. I rented a commercial space. I paid taxes. I was careful about who was coming and going. And it would have made no freaking difference if someone had decided to bust me. All of my equipment could have been seized, my name ravaged by the mainstream press, and my business ruined. Just because.

This should be yet another warning shot fired high over the heads of everyone in the BDSM community, especially online but also providers who provide in-purrson services. Do the very minimum - Get compliant with 2257 laws, know your local ordinances, run your business like a professional, ladies please don't work from home (and don't even think about it if you have children in your household) and always have the name of a good adult-industry lawyer in your boots - and then just hope that your number isn't up.

We'll visit each other in prison, right?

Katja Minx

http://www.katja-minx.com

Oprah, Queen of Porn

2005-11-29T15:16:00.000-08:00

Today this billboard went up just outside my office:

Kind of appropriate. Gave me a chuckle. Which I needed after today's bloodletting (don't get excited here, I was just at the doctor... I love sticking needles into other people, just can't stand it myself).

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Eagerly Awaiting the Fantasias...

2005-11-28T12:33:00.000-08:00

I just love getting packages. Big or small I'll take 'em all, and rip them open with glee.

Right now I'm waiting for one to arrive with some Fantasias inside, a gift from an admirer. I plan to take a few pictures with them, and as I said in a recent post, I've missed smoking them!

We'll see what develops when they arrive...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Giving Thanks & Talking Turkey

2005-11-23T08:07:00.000-08:00

Ok, so being a vegetarian I don't eat turkey (and don't show up with any of that nasty Tofurkey either, I tried that one year and decided I'd rather eat kittens) nor am I into the whole gorging-then-collapsing ritual of the traditional Thanksgiving. When I think about trussing something up, it usually looks more like this:

Yet I was thinking that there are many things to be thankful for, even when life is kicking you in the arse. Here's my list this year:

1. Of course, Me.

2. Whipmakers devoted to their craft, even though they take a ridiculously long time to fashion their creations whenever I order one.

3. Bootmakers and merchants, for keeping my feet happy even while they are being tortured by ridiculously high heels.

4. Porn lovers everywhere who eagerly purrchase memberships to the large networks that I am involved in promoting... a girl has to eat.

5. My devoted slaves, supplicants, and admirers around the world who always seem to provide me with something lovely whenever I'm feeling down. Yes kitties, presents DO help.

6. Corsetiers who keep the tradition alive, creating made-to-measure corsets that whittle my waist, take my breath away, and make me look absolutely stunning.

7. Cats - in all of their glory and of every stripe.

8. My newly devoted Airedale who puts all of my doggie trained human pups to shame - at 3 months of age.

9. Countries other than the USA where sex isn't a crime, nudity isn't obscene, and everyone gets a month-long paid vacation.

10. Being alive and healthy for yet another year so that I can continue to corrupt the corruptible, pervert the pervertible, and manipulate the manipulate-able.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

The Demise of Adult Blogs on Blogger?

2005-11-14T12:16:00.000-08:00

Seems like they're going though another round of deleting "adult" blogs on Blogger.

Exactly what constitutes an "adult" or "offensive" or "obscene" blog?

I suppose if it's just full of pussy shots and nothing else then it's considered "adult".

"Offensive" - now do I want anyone to decide for me what's offensive? Is offensive simply shocking? Unusual? Out of the ordinary so out of my comfort zone? And offensive to who - the average guy on the street or a well-seasoned Dominatrix who works in porn?

"Obscene" - wow, there's one I don't want anyone to get anywhere near in deciding for me.

The only reason for posting this is that I'm sure at some point they're going to get around to deleting this blog - it hasn't happened to me yet (although my Yahoo Group has been regularly unceremoniously deleted - thanks Yahoo - in the past... even though now it has over 10,000 members...) but there's always a chance. Yes I do have a backup of all that I've posted. And since I own all of the photos there's no chance of them disappearing forever.

I'll probably get around to moving my blog over into a "real" blog one of these days. That means building a template and learning WordPress I guess.... I'll keep you updated as to when/if/how this progresses.

Grrrrrr.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Breasts not Bombs

2005-11-08T12:17:00.000-08:00

Here's a link to a great article...

Once again highlighting the absurdity of the American character - women arrested in a protest at the California legislature from a group called Breasts not Bombs...

Apparently breasts are more dangerous than bombs.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Purrfection

2005-11-07T11:10:00.000-08:00

A birthday story from an admirer - Enjoy!

They all waited obediently at attention for Her.

The dungeon, black and crimson, was merely a collection of obscure shadows, lit only by the flickering candlelight.

The throne was a high backed hand-carved creation, with feline patterns imprinted upon it ¦and conspicuously empty. It was at a place of favor in the center of the mysterious room.

To the left of the throne a slave kneeled, his arms chained behind his back, his build was clean and athletic.

She would be pleased.

His only article of clothing, the aforementioned chains and a blindfold that only intensified the sounds:

Strange music that would otherwise be soothing, if the circumstances not so twisted.
The echo of if his every move, and also the sound of another...

A meow.

While a few real felines were indeed scurrying about, this particular meow came from a human. A female was on the other side of the room. The slave was not alone.

Her body was tight and petite, her auburn hair bobbed in a way to suggest kitten ears. She lounged on a collection of fluffy pillows, wearing a diamond-studded collar, a hook for a leash. She was a pet. Her pet. She curled around a bowl of cream from which she grinned.

"It's only a matter of time," She purred.

He couldn't muster a word, simply a grunt, a slight turn of the body, his chest expanded, he was breathing heavier now...

She will enjoy breaking you...

She twisted around, licking her paw...

So will I

CRACK!

The unmistakable whip cut through the shadows, the two submissives jolted back into position:

"Enough!" a powerful, electric voice commanded from the shadows.

"Yours is not to issue threats, yours is to do as I command"

"Yes, Mistress." Kitten's courage disappeared, pulling her bowl closer to her as she curled into a ball.

The silent seconds seemed an eternity then...

HISSSSS

The whip slivered across the floor like a snake towards the shadows as the Mistress wound it into a tight coil. Her heels clicked against the floor, tick tock tick tock... only a matter of time indeed.

Finally, out of the shadows, Kitten gazed in awe. The Mistress' form was almost incomprehensible.

Six inch, thigh-high, latex boots gave her already statuesque figure further stature.
Her catsuit clung to her body like a second skin, her body indeed having nearly impossible dimensions. Her legs seemed to go on forever as separate columns, only to finally converge in a place of divine, wicked, pleasure...

But pleasure would be for another day, her long, black, opera gloves punctuated by silver talons, indicated as much.

She curled her body into her throne, slowly twisting, licking her talons, her blood red lips bending into a wicked grin. The eyes neath her pointed domino eye mask flickered as she gazed at her slave for the evening.

She ran her hand through her raven hair, near the Cat ears that held it ever so tightly in place, thinking to herself what fun she would have.

Her grin became like a crescent moon, she could hear him breathing heavier still. He was frightened.

The pet looked up at her Master. It seemed as if the pet had pleased her so she fished for a compliment:

"How did I do Catwoman?"

"Purrrfectly", Katja Minx declared, "Purrrrfectly".

And she rubbed her taloned gloved gently across the Kitten's head, pouring more milk in her now empty bowl.

"Thank you, Mistress."

...and her eyes didn't leave the Offering.

"Thank You Kitten".

She leaned down to the fool, still bound, noticing something...

His cock.

It was now erect. My, my, Kitten had done very well indeed. He was quite a specimen.

She got up from her throne and towered over him.

He could smell her perfume, feel her energy, and his cock only got thicker, longer, as his breathing became heavier...

He moved his head around, as if he was trying to twist his skull out from the tight blindfold so he could finally see her.

Katja's hand was a whisper from his cock, but she didn't touch it. He could feel how close she was.

"This is highly disrespectful."

"I'm sorry."

THWACK!

Catwoman used the handle of her whip to strike the slave across his back. He let out a scream...

"I'm sorry what!"

"I'm sorry Catwoman!"

"Gooooooood."

She pet his back.

And with that touch, again, his cock began to rise...

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are not much a gentleman."

"I'm sorry Catwoman, I am jus-just...

THWACK!

"I didn't say you could speak! I don't care what you are!"

She leaned down and hissed into his ear:

"All you need know from this moment forward is that you. Are. Mine."

His Adam's apple rolled in his throat. His lips sealed.

Her teeth were still grinding together:

"Say it."

"I am yours."

THWACK!

"I am yours Catwoman!"

"Purrrrrrrrrrrrrfect."

She cackled wickedly, her body pacing around him. He was trying to see her through the sounds she was making, make a shape of her through her scent...

He had had a fetish for Catwoman since he was a child. From the first sight of her on the TV, he was hooked, and now, he was in the same room with the flesh and blood Catwoman. And he couldn't even see her.

The irony was all part of her plan. She smiled. To add insult to injury she walked over to a full size mirror in the corner of her dungeon. Taunting him, she looked at herself...

"My Goodness I look purrrfectly stunning."

She moved her hands over her body and even began to twist her body around - her tail specifically - she even began to make little mewing sounds...

"rrrrrr owww"

Truly, a Cat Woman. Her flashing eyes danced proudly all over her reflection - in fact she became a little wet. She kept this to herself after all and while the Kitten's body was so playful, so fun to have and this new specimen was indeed promising. The vision in the room was Katja Minx herself.

"Look at me" She whispurrred to herself.

She was like a piece of art, conceived of and painstakingly crafted. It's true she took care of her body, but she had been blessed by the Goddess.

And then she spoke to them.

"Look at me!"

"You're beautiful Mistress"

"Thank you Kitten."

Her eyes left her twisting, dancing reflection but for a moment, seeing the boy sweating in the background.

"And what do you think, slave?"

He struggled his head around again in the darkness.

"I c-can't see you Catwoman!"

THWACK!

"B-B-B-But I want to desperately!"

The Catwoman was on all fours now, a hair from his ear, in attack position, feral:

"You pitiful fool, you dare answer me that way!"

"But-But-"

"But Nothing! Strap him down!"

At that moment Two Servants came from the shadows and took him to a table, spread him across and bound him down - and quickly as the two appeared, a door SLAMMED announcing they were gone.

It was but the three of them until Katja looked at Kitten:

"Leave us."

Kitten nodded, and crawled into the shadows, leaving the slave to Katja and Katja alone.

The Slave was spread out, bound to the table.

Katja prowled around the table then wandered back to the mirror.
She could see him bound over her shoulder, and she stared at her body again and began to caress herself, purr and mew...

By the Goddess she looked amazing. A tear crept into her right eye and trickled down her cheek. For what only the Mistress would know - but her grin rolled up, exposing her teeth and she caught the salty tear with her tongue & drank it like an elixir and began to twist her feline body.

She was gorgeous. The vision of her body in the mirror and the specimen in her total control - Her beauty and her power - Indeed she was wet now...

"It's my birthday, did you know that Slave?"

"H-Happy-Happy Birthday Mistress."

"Thank you"

"I just love cake don't you?"

She prowled toward him, the smiled, sensing his confusion.

He lay there in the darkness, flat on his back - all he heard was an occasional click, a shuffle.

"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress."

Then he felt Her on top of him, straddling him, ¦crawling on top of him like a cat.

He smiled, his cock again began to betray him.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk! What kind of cake are you going to make if you blow out too early? Hmmmmmmmreewow?"

"Cake?" He questions.

A quick flick of her whip across his cock, and in one feline move she was laying a series of candles across his chest and down to his cock.

"Yes, You're my cake." She cackled.

"And everyone knows you can't have a birthday cake without..."

She lit a match.

"Candles!"

And slowly began to light them, occasionally glazing the flame across his skin.

"AH AHAH" - He would scream.

But she wouldn't say a word. She was silent until she whispurrred,

"You still haven't answered my question".

The anticipation was building in him. His cock had never been this hard before - Though he couldn't see her, he knew beyond the thin layer of that blindfold was his greatest most erotic fantasy - he didn't know how much more he could stand and he hadn't even seen her yet...

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

Her lips were an inch from his face, flames danced on the candles across his chest, he tried not to move, but the excitement made him breath quickly, flicking wax painfully, stinging his taut body. But he knew the answer to the question - with a sincerity only learned from this twisted experience:

"Yes. You're the most beautiful Woman in the Universe Catwoman."

She smiled, in the distance she saw the reflection:

Her purrrfect form arched over his firey body. She indeed was sex, power - she was:

"Purrrrrfect, Slave. Purrrrfect."

"Now it's time to make my wish".

"Yes, Mistress."

"Since you were such a good slave, do you know what I'm going to do?"

He hesitated to answer. He felt he had won her approval, but one false slip could ruin everything - but:

"No, Mistress".

She thought to herself, Shall I playfully slap this bitch of mine for kicks, or shall I get to it? After all, it's getting late and this is my night to howl...with that in mind she simply said:

"I am going to give my wish to you, slave, provided it's the right wish."

The pressure. What is the right wish? - but The Slave knew it was the purpose for everything and indeed his true wish.

"I wish I could see you Catwoman".

With that she sucked in her lungs and BLEW out the candles on her cake, wax and flames biting down on his flesh, he erupted with a screeching, howl of pain, while she erupted with a MRRRRREEWOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW of power!

She kneeled on top of him, he chest heaving just below her now soaked patch of pleasure..

She slowly removed the blindfold, finally revealing herself to him.

The moment he saw her, his fantasy, he immediately trembled in climax.

She walked over to the mirror and gazed again at herself, her trophy on the table.

"You are beautiful Catwoman. And I am yours."

"Purrrrfect, Slave. Purrrfect."

Katja Minx

www.katja-minx.com

Something I miss... Smoking Fantasias

2005-11-04T11:39:00.000-08:00

Having a birthday recently made me think a lot about things that I enjoy - and things that I miss.

One of those things is smoking - I'm not a heavy smoker nor have I ever been. Mostly a Capri 120s kind of girl. One of the other types I always enjoyed were the Nat Sherman Fantasias - the brightly colored ones - and I'm thinking purrhaps of doing a new photoshoot featuring these.

Nat Sherman Fantasias

Anyone care to purrchase some for me? I will have a new Post Office Box this weekend, I will post the details for those who are curious.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

30K

2005-11-03T16:27:00.000-08:00

Yet another milestone... so many of you reading, yet there isn't much audience participation if you know what I mean. Sometimes it's like talking to myself in front of a mirror.

I suppose that's better than blind internet criticism - so I'll just shut up now.

Thanks to all who've sent along well-wishes (and especially presents!) for my birthday... I've updated the Amazon list to remove items no longer available and will do the same for my Most Wanted list asap.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Happy Birthday to Me....

2005-10-31T08:56:00.000-08:00

Happy birthday to me...

Happy birthday dear me......

Happy birthday to me.

This is how I celebrated last years birthday - well, there were candles and party hats...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

It's never too late to show your devotion - my Amazon gift list is HERE
Or see my Most Wanted List on my purrsonal website

Erection Photos

2005-10-28T13:22:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I've just had a hilarious time cruising around this site:

Erection Photos

Really priceless is the "motion gallery" - especially for anyone whose job description does not include seeing a wide array of penises on a daily basis...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

The birthday countdown continues - show the love!

My Amazon.com *updated* wish list is here

My Birthday is rapidly approaching...

2005-10-28T10:30:00.000-07:00

On October 31st - And I don't have any firm plans yet!

Some birthday beatings - from me to my purrsonal slaves - are of course in order. But other than that, I'm just not sure this year...

For the last few years my birthdays have been relatively quiet. I had been ill so that's understandable. And I can always cover any feelings of not wanting to celebrate with Halloween cheer (one of the benefits of being born on a major holiday). Dressing up happens no matter what.

Ideas? If you were me (and don't you just wish that was true....) what would you do?

WWKMD

The birthday countdown continues - show the love!

My Amazon.com *updated* wish list is here

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Interview with the..... Baby Jesus?

2005-10-24T11:35:00.000-07:00

How odd is this? Some people "find God" and I can kind of see it, and then there are others who seem so far in the opposite direction that you think it would never happen.

Anne Rice has announced that she has now found God and will only be writing books for the Lord now. Could this be promotion for her newest book that is coming out now? Or the other two that she promised would follow it? Sure (she said with hope draining quickly out of her voice). But it seems kind of serious.

I mention her because she's a really incredible writer - I'm more of a fan of the Vampire novels than her erotic/bdsm-lite stuff - Her next book is "Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt," a novel about the 7-year-old Jesus, narrated by Christ himself.

Scarier than vampires....

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

The birthday countdown continues - show the love!

My Amazon.com *updated* wish list is here

Important Petition - Don't Abandon Pets in Disasters

2005-10-21T10:33:00.000-07:00

This is a really important petition for everyone to sign...

Tell Congress - while they might be actually thinking about coming up with plans for dealing with natural disasters - to not forget about including provisions for not abandoning pets in disasters!!!

The PETS Act will require federal evacuation plans to protect pets, and it's a good plan for us all - even if you don't like animals it's good for your karma.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

The Feline Tarot

2005-10-19T12:26:00.000-07:00

I'm actually quite a good reader of tarot cards, having spent a considerable portion of my life until this point entranced by the occult. I'm a bit rusty at not having done readings on a regular basis for awhile, but it's kind of like riding a bicycle...

The purrticular day that these pictures were taken was the day I shot the BDSM video, the Bondage of Miss Fortune. I was all inspired by the idea of destiny, and being at the mercy of the cards.

Lots of rope was used that day, all of the action that you see onscreen quite real - it was her very first video, although she had been a purrsonal slave of mine for some time.

Maybe I should get back to the cards soon....

Katja Minx
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And the Boots Came Back....

2005-10-18T11:39:00.000-07:00

Just sold another pair of fetish boots - the ones pictured above. Quite nice really, in that they were very stable (chunky heels, big platforms), but essentially a little on the cheap "stripper" side. They were indeed nice for some thudding kinds of trampling, not to mention that with 7" heels they made me quite considerably tall.

So adieu, my dear boots.

In other boot news, my very first ever pair of fetish boots seem to refuse to leave. I have now sold them 3 times to 3 different boot fetishists and each and every time the monies arrive but without anywhere to ship them. Very odd to happen once, much less three times now. And no complaints or angry emails from the gentlemen who purrchased them. Maybe they're all the same purrson... not that this would be odd, I have had quite the assortment of "admirers" over the years, and been stalked several times, enough to be cautious.

They are quite trashed to be sure - I've owned them for many, many years. I purrchased them from the Magic Shoe Company in England way back when I had to send pound notes through the mail (no internet!) and just hope that they would arrive safely. Then pay a hefty duty as customs could never contain themselves and always ripped open my fetish purrchases. They're thigh high boots, 5" heels and 1" platforms, pointy, black real patent leather, inside zips. Large rips at the back ankle area on both boots from serious wear - those boots have travelled all over the world with me until they were literally hanging on for dear life! Very well-seasoned to be sure.

So if you want a shot at being lucky buyer #4, contact me at: sadomasokitten@yahoo.com

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Wet Kitty

2005-10-17T17:04:00.000-07:00

Bah, it's raining here today - torrential sheets of warm water, with some thunder thrown in for punctuation.

I normally love the rain but not here in Los Angeles - where it stays warm and humid during it all. No cooling effect, no great clean smell afterwards. Depressingly dark (dark is also usually good for me, but again not here in LA) and dreary.

I once tied a slave to a tree in the midst of a thunderstorm... wish I had some pictures of that. He was outside getting drenched, arms tied tightly at his sides, then his entire body lashed to the trunk of the tree. It was autumn so there were almost no leaves to be found, all the better to get him wetter...

I sat inside during his ordeal, occasionally looking outside to see how completely drenched he was. I'd make faces at him from inside through the window - and clean my boots, paint my nails, and adjust my corset. Watching him try to get out of my bondage was really hilarious, I'd used so much rope that even if a knot were to come undone he still wouldn't have a chance of escape.

That was much more fun than today. Ah well.

Katja Minx
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Catwoman Goes to the Dogs

2005-10-14T12:56:00.000-07:00

Well, dog, anyway.

Where have I been all week, you ask? I've adopted a new little addition.

I'm a cat purrson through and through. I love all animals, but cats are my special babies. But this week I got myself a sweet little puppy to play with my kitties.

He's an Airedale Terrier. He's 2 months old.

When he's not biting my heels (gotta remember to always put the shoes and boots away or they're going to become chew toys) or scratching at the whip that I keep in my drawer, he's sleeping. This photo is a brief moment of consciousness before passing out again into hardcore puppy sleep.

I should be back to my usual opinionated self very soon. Gotta go pet the pup.

Katja Minx
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Being Afraid of BDSM

2005-10-10T10:27:00.000-07:00

I am constantly amazed at how incredibly afraid everyone in the USA is about BDSM. Those of us who are involved in the scene don't think anything of it, that it's all consensual and therefore ok. Unfortunately with the current regime, this will protect no one. There is no such thing as a legally-condoned consensual beating...

If you're not involved in the adult website business, you may or may not know about the 2257 laws. And how the government is now prosecuting businesses it deems "obscene". Yes kittens, BDSM sites are among their biggest targets, because even the "straight" porn world thinks that we S&M practitioners are filthy and vile (well, at least long enough to cover their own asses).

So many folks are moving their websites offshore, which only partially deals with the problem. If you or your company are still located here in the US you potentially still have a very real problem, and may have someone knocking on your door late at night. Max Hardcore was recently raided. The operator of NowThatsFuckedUp was arrested. Even an online story site, Red Rose Stories, was shut down by the FBI.

Shouldn't they be searching for terrorists, by the way?

They're even talking about how to kill porn in church now on Porn Sunday, to rid their parishners of evil pornographic thoughts.

Sites, practitioners, and the like - both large and small - are getting out before the witch hunt really starts. I may not like every kind of porn out there but I will fight for it's right to exist (exceptions - kiddie porn and bestiality). Even some larger websites are shutting their doors.

Just because we're BDSM doesn't mean we're not porn. Lets all get that straight. My shoving a dildo up someone's ass is exactly the same (in fact, it's even worse) as being all airbrushed and giving someone a blowjob. We are all in the sex industry and need to all stand together and help each other when we can. This is going to get really, really ugly...

Katja Minx
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Medieval Cleavage - Mistress in Chainmail

2005-10-07T11:37:00.000-07:00

Amongst my many talents, I also make chainmail. Yes that kind of chainmail, the stuff that knights wore. The stuff that goth kids salivate over. For both men and women.

Over the years I did sell some pieces, but mainly smaller things like collars and bracelets. It's an incredibly labor-intensive process, each ring is attached one a time to it's neighbors in intricate patterns. At the beginning I was even making my own rings from galvanized steel wire I would buy at Home Depot (there it is - Pervert Paradise again), and built myself a little contraption that would allow me to wind the wire around it into long coils, then I cut the wire with a fine hacksaw to create nice, even rings. That was a huge pain in the ass, but there were no other sources for already made rings (except jewelry supply companies, and their rings were neither large enough nor nice enough for what I was making).

Then I found a door hinge supplier that was willing to make rings for me and sell them to me by the bag. Stainless steel rings, really nicely made, would arrive in these huge, heavy parcels and I would spent many hours creating pieces, researching patterns, and trying to create things that only my imagination had seen.

Everyone who saw me in these pieces was impressed - the medieval/renaissance/SCA people, the fetish folks, the goth kids. Any everyone wanted a piece for themselves (especially my headpieces) - the only problem being that my pieces are so intricate that it takes a huge amount of time to create each one, therefore making each piece wildly expensive to create. Rings aren't cheap, and then to spend several weeks with two pliers in hand, bending rings and keeping track of patterns. So there was definitely a limited pool of people who could afford to commission work from me...

So most of what I created I made in my own size... so I could wear it! I still make some pieces now and then, and stand pliers at the ready should a substantial commission come my way...

Katja Minx
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Dreaming of Bondage

2005-10-06T15:05:00.000-07:00

To say that this kitty is fascinated by rope is a gigantic understatement -- ever since I first picked up a pile of Home Depot clothesline I've been conjuring up different ways to tie up willing (and occasionally not-so-willing) slaves.

I have had many, many bondage dreams over the years but they always always always focus on the technical: I dream about actual methods of binding, which are the best ways to constrict or allow access to certain areas of the body, what works and what doesn't, and how to do it. Thousands of feet of rope glide through my fingers in my dreams, and every time that I've woken up and remembered what I did in my dream I've found that it worked like a charm. Even if it was just an idea or an inspurration about how to tie someone, it works incredibly well.

The pictures here illustrate one such dream. This was taken a few years ago in my dungeon in downtown LA. The slave was one of my favorite boys for quite awhile while he was available to pose for me... his very first experience ever in BDSM was when he showed up for a session with me and wound up posing for bondage photos for hours.

I like both precarious positions as well as more stable ones, it just depends on what I'm trying to achieve. This one would fall under the banner of precarious - and was made more so by the fact that I was in a slightly evil mood, and felt that tickling his feet while he tried so hard to stay in the position was a good thing to do.

What can I say... taking advantage of tied-up men is something I'm always up for...

Katja Minx
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A Girl and Her Tools

2005-10-05T14:30:00.000-07:00

I'm a huge collector of exotic paraphernalia... without a dungeon in which to store all of my evil items beautifully, they mostly sit in boxes these days, meticulously categorized (thanks to one of my ex-purrsonal slaves who had a knack for mind-numbing tedious work that I never could bring myself to do), awaiting their next victim.

I tried to do a little survey once to total up what all of my accoutrements were worth - and it startled me. I had to stop. Much of the collection were gifts from loyal slaves and admirers around the world, as well as many custom-made pieces concocted from various materials and based on a series of wicked dreams that I was having several years ago (I'm sure I'll expound on this topic again in the near future, knowing me...).

The whips in purrticular are the big-ticket items. All handmade, many ordered directly from their artisans, most tailored to my throwing style and specifics. Floggers, whips, cats, bullwhips, and other specialty pieces. They're also my purrsonal favorites, as I'm quite accurate with my whips. They excite me the most. They allow me to either vent my anger or slowly allow my wishes to be purrformed, depending on how and when I use them. They really do have their own purrsonalities - and good days and bad days.

One of my favorite whipmakers was Alan of Snake Pit Leather Works - I understand that he is no longer creating whips under that moniker (although the company still exists) - he was a very cool guy, really into the scene as well as being a first-rate whipmaker. I also really love the pieces that I have from DeTails Toys...

In looking through them I am struck that I never really invested in a longer bullwhip - most of my collection are 4-6 feet, much more practical for closeup, indoor "target" work (your ass being the target, naturally). The only one I had that was longer was a 10' cowhide whip -- more for the wicked crack it had and the commanding presence I made when I held it than for actual whipping. And I sold that awhile ago, as it was no longer giving me pleasure to have it.

It's always dangerous to get me talking about bullwhipping - it's one of my favorite things...

Katja Minx
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My Wicked Catwoman Fetish

2005-10-04T16:16:00.000-07:00

I've been going through a few CDs of my photos recently and was struck by this purrticular photo... I think it really expresses a lot of the emotion that I try to convey when I'm dressed up in my Catwoman regalia... full catsuit, boots, ears, cat mask, my cat head belt and my full set of silver claws - not the ugly ones that are sold in so many fetish shops which cover the entire fingers and are more like pokers than claws - but a full set of 10 sterling silver claw rings that I purrchased to fit over my leather gloves. Add my black bullwhip and what do you get -- Purrfection!

Catwoman is a fetish I've had since I was a little kitten myself - I remember distinctly watching the original Batman series and thinking she was the most amazing looking woman I've ever seen. I'm speaking of course of the great Julie Newmar, but Eartha Kitt worked for me as well. There are photos of me dressed up as a black cat as a child for Halloween - yes, that may have been one of the easier costumes for my parents to throw together for me, but I prefer to think that purrhaps they knew there was a little something different about me, something that resonated with felines...

Not to mention the boots of course, 9 inch heels with 4 inch platforms, thigh high and all. I have those babies hanging on the outer door of my closet at home so I can admire them without needing a reason to...

And it inspires me to maybe go for it and make another liquid latex-covered catsuit...

Katja Minx
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Looter Guy Galleria

2005-10-03T10:34:00.000-07:00

Ok, I found this page this morning and couldn't stop laughing... how did the world exist without Photoshop?

http://www.looterguy.com/lootergallery1.htm

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

My Pimp Name

2005-10-02T20:36:00.000-07:00

Hi, I'm Ms. Tease... and who are you?

Your Pimp Name Is...

Ms. Tease

What's Your Pimp Name?

Katja Minx
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Some Hot BDSM and Fetish Movie Sites

2005-09-30T11:46:00.000-07:00

I've found some great new sites on a DVD network that you should check out... (I'm at the computer because I care....)

Click on the titles to go to each site:

Enema Fetish Movies * * * * * * * All Pissing Videos

All Spanking Movies * * * * * * * Bizarre Movies

Clown Porn Movies * * * * * * * Real Bondage Movies

Gothic Beauties * * * * * * * Nude Gothic Teens

Strapon Domination * * * * * * * Strapon Nightmare

School Bus Whores * * * * * * * Taboo Movies

Katja Minx
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Nylon Fetish: Pantyhose vs. Stockings Round 1

2005-09-30T08:10:00.000-07:00

Stockings or pantyhose, stockings or pantyhose... an eternal dilemma. While I generally prefer to wear pantyhose (or tights, black ones most likely) I do occasionally get a craving to wear stockings.

Not the awful hold-ups or thigh-highs, I don't think I've ever seen anyone that they look good on. Part of the allure of the stockings is all of the accoutrements that go along with wearing them - a nice garter belt or suspenders attached to some other garment - as well as the actual stockings themselves.

I love seamed stockings and always maintain a stockpile of them in different colors and configurations - I equally love both the classics, black seamed stockings with black seams, and the unusual, nude stockings with colored seams. I always keep some black stockings with red cuban heels and seams around for occasions as well.

Fishnets are a firm favorite, as these pictures will attest to. These were an unusual vintage pair of white fishnets with a blue-ish cast. I added the rosettes on myself. A real favorite, and one that I wore many many times until they were unwearable and purrchased by a hosiery slave for his own enjoyment.

Katja Minx
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On Fire...

2005-09-29T20:10:00.000-07:00

Seems like there are an awful lot of natural disasters around lately... first the tsunami, then hurricanes, then tornadoes, now here in Los Angeles we have wildfires. As I was driving into work this morning I saw a huge mushroom cloud not far in the distance in porn valley - it was a plume of smoke taking up almost the entire sky, slowly and ominously coming toward me.

As I left at the end of the day my car was covered in what intially looked like snow - impossible in LA at most any time of the year but especially now as we're going through an unseasonable heatwave with the awful Santa Ana winds - but one whiff of the clogged air confirmed must be ashes.

Luckily I am nowhere near the fires and in no danger, but my thoughts go out to those who are in it's path - personally and professionally - get your animals and your important papers and get out!

The smell of things burning turns my nose - be it physical structures or physical body parts. I have many times in my illustrious career felt the need to singe off body hair from a tightly-restrained slave. Bringing a flame or a candle close to their bodies so that they can feel the heat, sometimes see the flame, knowing that soon it may touch their naked skin or their exposed hair...

Tapered candles are the weapon of choice here, and lessons are to be learned...

In playing games where the slave learns to trust, I slowly push his limits and his boundaries. The threat is almost always greater than the actual sensation, even when physical damage is done or pain is intense. First the slave is gagged, both to prevent his screaming and to taunt him - I will not hear his words clearly and may use this against him. After a lengthy session of rope slithering around his body, stitching him in a standing position by every part of his body to my bondage platform, I smile, walk away, and turn out the lights. With a great flourish, I light one long white taper.

As I approach I can see his eyes - they are on fire too - as his heart rate quickens and his extremities begin to twitch. He may remember a time in the past where I merely allowed the hot wax to drip along his nipples and how that burned but then felt so warm and comforting as the wax cooled and pulled his skin taut. But this time there is to be no predictability, we are playing on a sharper edge now, and my first strokes of the candle slowly singe the hair around his nipples. We can both hear the sound of the hair popping as it burns, partially along its length before extinguishing itself. The slave can feel the heat and desperately tries to beg for this to stop as he can never be sure that the flames will self-extinguish before reaching his skin. And of course he knows where my mind will take my hands next...

He has been bad. He did not remember what he was told last time.

He had been told to trim his pubic hair as I found the forest he had growing there revolting. As a sign of respect, I had asked that it be trimmed neatly before he stepped into my chambers again. As I look down I notice that he has not done so. I remind him of this fact as I pass the candle from hand to hand, and knowing slaves as I do, I realize that this may be something I have to do myself so that he learns - really learns - not to take my requests for granted in the future.

Now he is begging, straining against the ropes, as I look at him and smile, my face illuminated by the single candle. I laugh and press the candle to the first patch of fur with my eyes glued to his.

"You see what happens to slaves who don't remember simple things?", I say.

He is desperately afraid of being burned now, so he freezes as still as a stone. I can hear him whining and feel his body shaking with each pass of the candle. Sizzle... stop. Sizzle... stop. Sizzle... stop. Over and over I burn off small patches of the offending hair as his pupils dilate and he sweats uncontrollably.

I step back occasionally to admire my handiwork, and to see which areas still require my special depilation. When I am satisfied I grab him by the face and blow the candle out inches from him. He is forced to inhale the trail of smoke emanating from my now dead candle.

A quick untie and then he is told to lie on the floor in front of my full-length mirror, legs up in the air. I stand over him and hold his ankles up so that he can see himself - where the hair has been removed - and ask him if he will remember this next time what I've asked....

He lays there stunned for some time. Mission accomplished.

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Movies, Movies, Femdom Movies!!!

2005-09-27T16:25:00.000-07:00

I've gotten several emails asking where you can see my movies.... well, the link is on the right side of this blog, but here's a direct one for those of you who are only typing with your left hands...

Mistress Katja Minx Hard Femdom Movies

Watch Beauty is Pain as Pay Per View on AEBN!

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Boxer Babysitting

2005-09-26T16:44:00.000-07:00

At this very moment, I am sitting at my desk babysitting a 7-week old boxer puppy. She is completely asleep on my lap, using my leopard-print wrist rest as a pillow. The picture above is of her daddy, and today I'm delivering her to her new home with a good friend of mine.

It's obviously completely hopeless for me to think about anything BDSM-related at the moment because every time I look down I sigh at her incredible cuteness (and the "new puppy smell" is intoxicating). I did test her out tho, she does seem to like a little bit of baby butt spanking....

OK, so I snuck in a little bit... can't help myself.

Katja Minx
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Hurricane Minx

2005-09-22T15:38:00.000-07:00

So here we go again - another hurricane about to ravage the Gulf Coast. My most sincere thoughts go to everyone down there, be safe!

I did a session once during a hurricane, and it was quite intense. The session itself was quite banal - "a little of everything", "not too heavy", "oh, lets just try some things". Yeah, yeah, yeah. Snoozarama. I was working at one of the commercial dungeons in NYC, with multiple theme rooms at the time. I almost cancelled the session because of the approaching storm, but as I had rent to pay within a few days, I decided to go through with it.

I never cancelled sessions - ever - without a good reason. And the reasons weren't just good on my own purrsonal scale, they were always unsurmountable. I've always felt that even when my clientele weren't behaving in a professional manner that was no excuse for any laziness on my own part. I've been stood up literally hundreds of times - standing around in the dungeon in full gear, specific whips and dungeon toys out, cleaned, and arranged, music playing and candles burning - waiting for a client to show who not only did not show but never called.

Their loss.

So during the session in the storm, the wind and rain were incredibly heavy - nothing like our current hurricanes, more of a heavy thunderstorm or Noreaster - and it's banging on the windows of the dungeon was rhythmic... I could feel the clouds passing as the rain and wind changed direction, as the rain poured and retreated. I was intrigued by this.

My client was annoyed. Even with the music turned up loudly he never got into subspace - not that I think this was something he was capable of, or even aware of, he was really one of the many bread-and-butter clients that I've seen where I knew the session would be unsatisfying for me but I had bills to pay - and was complaining.

After almost an hours' worth of half-hearted attempts at giving him some semblance of a real BDSM session, I too was annoyed. I assumed that he wanted to masturbate but he beat me to the punch and committed the "client cardinal sin" - he asked for a handjob.

Never, ever going to happen. Most clients and slaves are smart enough never to ask - you can fantasize all you want, but believe me when I say that I will make your life incredibly miserable in ways that you will never forget if you ask for sexual favors. And I wasn't in the mood to brush it aside because I had enjoyed the session myself - he annoyed the daylights out of me - so I told him to get dressed and that we'd "go into another room". He got excited at the prospect of what he thought was going to be his happy ending and followed me like a puppy dog.

I led him down the hallway and into the elevator (we were located on one floor of a non-descript office building). I pressed the button for the main floor and quickly stepped out as the doors closed.

I could see him exit on our surveillance camera at the main floor, expecting something special. Oh he got something special all right - our elevator was controlled by us on our floor and could not be accessed without our permission. He was jumping up and down, hitting his head against the wall, which was hilarious - he had a huge hard-on and his jeans were unbuttoned and now he was basically in public (viewable from the street in the lobby of our building!)...

I watched him for a few minutes and laughed until my stomach hurt. The other ladies that were working with me that day got a great laugh out of him as well. He tried valiantly to contain his erection without anyone else seeing, and took his humiliation and embarrassment out on the hapless elevator buttons.

Ask and ye shall receive...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

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Wet Heat vs. Dry Heat vs. Wicked Heat

2005-09-20T14:53:00.000-07:00

I'm a wet heat girl - I far prefer the temptation of the steam room to the torture of the sauna. I had a great oppurrtunity awhile ago to recharge my batteries in a desert spa, which was lovely, but no steam room, just a sauna. So what did I do? Put on my fluffy high heeled mules, wrapped myself in a towel, laid back and did my darndest to relax.

For me that's torture - being inside a sauna for any length of time.

For some of my past clientele, becoming acquainted with heat took on a darker, more sinister turn...

A blow dryer seems quite innocuous. We use them every single day to dry our hair, our bodies, other assorted things in the bathroom, and whatnot. Not a tool of punishment per se, not something purrchased in the back room of a dark, S&M shop.

Still very effective when used on someone's tightly-tied balls. Especially when they're tightly hooded and can only hear the sound as muffled.

A client showed up at my door wanting to explore alternative sensory overload - he'd actually not explored nearly all that I thought he would have (for someone so eager to find "alternatives"), but he was curious enough to catch my interest. I stripped him naked and affixed him to my bondage table with thick, padded leather cuffs and left the room, ostensibly to procure more equipment. I could hear him wriggling at this point, possibly doubting his choice of Mistress.

I returned and the very first thing I did was throw a pitcher full of ice water in his face and then emptied it's contents all over his body. He screamed as he was unable to move out of it's way, pulled spread-eagled on my table. He was wide awake now, freezing cold, unable to get warm. I ran through a series of nipple torments and genital torture, all the while reinforcing the fact that he was freezing cold. I could feel him shiver - not from my touch - but from the constant dripping of water from his body, the way it would dry to cool off his skin. He was wildly uncomfortable and yet aroused - he had no idea of what could possibly come next - just as I'd planned.

When you're cold, you want to get warm. Simple. When you're too warm, you want to cool down. Also simple.

I aked him which hand he used to masturbate with? The right? Allrighty-then.

So I unhooked his left hand and told him to masturbate for me. And he wasn't allowed to stop until he could "finish", and then beg for purrmission, naturally.

As he began, another pitcher of water struck him dead in the face. Me, of course. I wasn't going to make this easy. Plus there were still other sensory buttons to push - especially the hot one now that he was freezing cold and wet. So I pulled out my blowdryer, and turned it on full blast onto his balls. Watching him jump and maneuver whenever a spot got a little too hot was priceless (don't forget, he was still tied down by three points). Quickly it was time - time to beg purrmission to cum - as the blowdryer got hotter and his skin got colder.

"Beg", I said, "Beg for purrmission to cum"...

He began to beg, water flying everywhere, his hand moving so fast on his cock.

Purrmission granted - with another bucket of water to the face.

Katja Minx

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Mistress Birthday Countdown

2005-09-19T15:00:00.000-07:00

I've decided that I'm going to put in my daily running countdown to my birthday... fun for me, exciting for you as you watch the days count down.

It should be simple to remember - being Halloween and all (especially Americans, here)...

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42 days and counting!

My Assless PVC Chaps

2005-09-16T14:15:00.000-07:00

No real reason for this post other than that I found this older photo of myself wearing PVC assless chaps...

Not the kind of thing I'd be wearing on a regular basis (except when I'm riding a motorcycle - and even then, there is another layer between my ass and the leather...), so it's an unusual pic that I'm not sure if I've displayed before.

That and I'm holding an old bullwhip - one that I only used for intimidation purposes as it's crack was spectacular -- it was way too heavy and unwieldly (cowhide) to be used for the fine target work I'm known for (ass = target), but made a great statement piece.

But it made a damn fine crack...

Pun intended - the circle is complete.

Katja Minx
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Extreme Restraints

2005-09-15T11:01:00.000-07:00

Here's a great company that has some of the most unique fetish and BDSM equipment out there:

Extreme Restraints

I'm a big fan, and a happy previous shopper (maybe for the future....) Visit 'em for all of your kinky purrchases!

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

Honey that's not a whip mark....

2005-09-14T10:29:00.000-07:00

Just how do you explain the markings left behind from a BDSM session with a professional Domina? Everyone seems to have a way. I've heard from many slaves over the years, the clever ways they allow their tortured asses, assholes, genitalia, nipples, feet, oh you name it to heal while they come up with some excuse to tell their loved ones. Wearing long shorts to a pool party to conceal a whip-marked ass. Telling the wife that they slipped and fell and must have hit the side of their desk at work. Accidents of some sort tend to be popular...

One of the things I've always asked new clientele is if they can be "marked" - meaning, what sort of marks both do you enjoy, and want to carry away with you? Some marks quickly fade, others are more enduring (and endearing). A lot of this generally depends upon if the client is involved with someone - wife, girlfriend, regular service to another Mistress.

After years of playing, I have very good control over any marks left. I'm quite accurate with all of my whips and toys - as I'm sure you know, not everyone is. It cannot be left to the client to determine how much pain equals how many marks... just because you want it harder doesn't mean that I'm going to pull out my harshest whip if you cannot be marked, or need something that fades quickly!

Imagine this - a new slave appears at my door. When asked during a phone interview, he indicated an interest in heavy caning, to go along with a schoolteacher scenario. I make sure to have my schoolteacher outfit and pumps with me that day, and test a few canes to be sure that they haven't begun to splinter. When he arrives and we sit down to discuss the session, he mentions casually that he cannot be marked in any way - that his wife will find out he does this sort of thing. Lets see, heavy caning (which inherently leaves marks, and not the quickly-fading kind) and no marks. You're kidding me, right?

Then he mentions that Mistress so-and-so did that for him and always does. I counter with, so why aren't you seeing Mistress so-and-so anymore? He blabbers something about them no longer being compatible. I automatically think that he probably hasn't ever even been caned - it's either a fantasy that he's held for ages or that he's seen an inexperienced rent-a-Domina who hit him with something that wasn't even a cane (most likely a flogger, they all seem to at least have one of those...).

If he'd experienced a real heavy caning from me he'd know it - and have the marks to prove it - as well as feeling the incredible heat that would radiate off of his bright-red ass as the session progressed. Depending on his skin type, there might also be a few trickles of blood. I would have him pull down his pants to admit to some transgression, start with a bit of schoolboy humiliation and a good, sound over-the-knee spanking warmup before we got on to the serious caning (based on what he had expressed to me before we met).

In the end I called him a naughty schoolboy, spanked him a few times, and he was so overexcited that he just came. Apologized, practically jumped into his clothes, and ran out the door.

Not the heavy pain slut I'd been expecting, but hey, it's a living...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

When the Lights go out...

2005-09-13T09:55:00.000-07:00

Where were you when the lights went out?

Here in Los Angeles, we experienced a massive power outage yesterday, knocking out my electricity and even my cell phone for many hours (I've never, ever seen the message Network Failure before). It's quite depressing to not know what is going on, or when it will return to normal. I did have some lovely scented candles in my office, so at the very least things smelled nice... and I tried to do some paperwork by candlelight.

Not very effective, I'm afraid.

Something that is effective by candlelight however is S&M. We naturally gravitate toward the dark when exploring the world of BDSM, and candlelight is purrticularly mood-inducing. I had one very memorable session while working at one of the commercial dungeons here in Los Angeles...

I was in a large, private dungeon room with a client who had been writing to me for some time. His fantasies were of intense rope bondage, sensory manipulation, and mindfuck. Right up my alley, I knew the 2 hours scheduled would fly by.

First he was laying down on the bondage table, and I was encircling him in a web of rope. The lights were low, the music dark and moody. I had just finished his torso and was standing over him on top of the table, preparing my next proclamation...

And the lights went out.

There was a loud sound, as though someone had dropped something very heavy. The electricity was out allright, so I tried to keep my slave calm and stepped out of the now totally dark room. The other ladies of the House were standing around, also wondering what had happened. There was only one other session going on at the time - a harsh schoolmistress and tardy student scenario - and they had stepped outside to see what was going on. We could not reach the power company, and our location meant that it was not easy to see if the power outage was limited to our building or to the entire area.

I thought for a moment - this can either be very bad or very good. I grabbed some candles from my locker and returned to the room.

Slowly I lit all of the candles I had, placing them around the room. Speaking in hushed tones, I asked my slave if he was ready to continue. Transfixed by the candles flickering he mumbled "Yes", so I continued building my web around him.

A short aside here is this -- have you ever tried to do intricate rope bondage in almost complete darkness? You think that's difficult, the real treat is untying the slave, but I get ahead of myself...

Now fully entangled in rope, he was powerless to move from his prone position on the bondage table. And now his sense of sight was mostly gone, limited to shadows and faint light flickering in mirrors. There was no music now, my words were the soundtrack. I continued to manipulate his mind with low-spoken thoughts of inescapable bondage, and his body with the tips of my fingernails which cut like knives into his warm, sensitive skin. With no air circulating through the dungeon, the air was moist, heavy, and filled with anticipation.

As he remained in this state I began to untie him. Clumsily indeed, as I could barely see my fingers untying the knots and unravelling the balanced ropes. When he was free I asked him to roll slowly toward me, I had been thinking of what would be the ultimate use of this unfortunate power situation for some time...

I carried him as he slumped over toward the center of the room. There was a suspension swing, which I guided his legs into. After I strapped him in, I brought the candles over to form a circle around him on the floor, and I looked deeply into his eyes and stepped away. My hands on the winch that would slowly raise him from the ground in a sitting position, he let out a yelp at it's first grinding sounds and realized that he would soon be airborne. Only a few fee off the ground but it was enough - he would truly fly today.

One by one I walked around the circle and blew out each candle. Starting on his right, going clockwise around his suspended body, until I reached the final one right in front of him. I picked up the candle, stared deep into his eyes again, and blew it out.

Total, utter darkness. He began to sob quietly, and I pushed him from behind. He was swinging now, completely unattached to the earth, literally flying mentally and physically.

I walked back into the far corner of the room and slumped into the corner. I have no idea of how long I waited there, entirely mentally spent. When I finally was able to stand, I slowly made my way back toward the center of the room until my hands touched the hard leather of the swing.

My slave was completely asleep. Like a baby. Almost snoring, in fact.

So I stepped back to the dungeon door and opened it, letting in one ray of light. Yes the power was still out, I was informed, and when was I going to finish my session? Soon, I said, I just have to bring him back to earth. I stepped back inside and reached for the winch. At its first jerk, he awoke, and slowly came to a complete stop laying on the ground. I unbuckled the swing and lit a candle. He sat up slowly and shook himself. I reached out to give him a hug - he had just returned from a spectacular journey - and instructed him to take as much time as he needed to get dressed and step outside. He did so rather quickly, and as he left he could barely speak (English was not his first language, but this had more to do with the sensory manipulation than not knowing the words).

What was originally scheduled for 2 hours had gone on for almost 4.

And yes, I did see him again many times, but the power always stayed on...

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

20,000 Served

2005-09-12T09:33:00.000-07:00

Wow, over the weekend it looks like I've crossed another milestone... 20,000!

I'm glad to have you all on board - happy that *someone* is reading my rantings! I was starting to get a little concerned that I was just blabbing to myself in cyberspace (does anyone use that word anymore?)...

I'm travelling a lot these days - searching for my next big adventure and my next place to call home - so I might be posting a teeny bit less than usual, unless of course there is a huge public outcry (which I'm not holding my breath for, don't worry kitties). I'll probably be doing another fetish clothing sale on ebay soon (gotta finance the travels somehow...) so keep your eyes open for that.

And fetish/BDSM webmasters - I've just entered into a new partnership with a content broker, if you're looking to purrchase sets of my photography drop me an email (sadomasokitten@yahoo.com).

Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com

A Real Man

2005-09-08T10:12:00.000-07:00

Sgt. Jason Smith of New Orleans rescues a cat on Calhoun Street

http://www.nola.com/newslogs/breakingtp

It's so great to hear at least some good news coming out of the ravaged Gulf Coast, especially where animals are concerned. I purrsonally donated to the Disaster Relief Funds of the Humane Society and ASPCA so they can rescue and care for animals left behind... everyone deserves a chance.

Sgt. Jason Smith - a hearty round of applause for you!

Katja Minx