Happy Halloween to everyone! I had an amazing time partying it up in Hollywood this weekend and definitely on the recovery tip this morning as I write this. It was great seeing all my friends out, and get friendly with new pervs. Unfortunately, as is with the dirtiest and nastiest play parties, photos are not allowed, so you will just have to see me in person at one of these events to see what kind of shenanigans actually go on.
This is just one of the looks I was sporting this weekend. These are a new pair of chaps I just got and I had to wear them out. And yes, Posh Spice copied my haircut =)
In response to many of your emails, yes, I did take a hiatus from the scene and from the website over the summer. But fear NOT, I am back and ready to kiss, smack, hug, pow, strangle, tie and otherwise make some serious trouble again!
What trouble?
October 31, I will be attending the LA Bondage Ball in celebration of the fetish world’s night to shine, Halloween. I find it to be much like the Roman Saturnalia festival, which was marked by tomfoolery and reversal of social roles. For a whole week, or least that one night, we kinky bitches get to run the town and let the vanilla world feel what it’s like for us all the time =)
In November, I get to help my friend unveil her new latex line in collaboration with the UK graffiti artist, Insa! By “help” I mean strut my oh-so-rubbery ass on the catwalk at the Skin Two Exotica 4 Expo in Detroit, Michigan. Check the calendar for more info.
Also in the works is another article for SECRET magazine, to follow after the first article about the tickling fetish. This one will also include some artsy, juicy new photos about the BDSM lifestyle. Be on the lookout for another announcement for the publication date.
I also wanted to say a few bits about the current turn of events in New York City, where a witch hunt it is full swing, targeting pro-Dommes. Yet another defamation of the lifestyle for the sake of a few votes, notoriety and newspaper sales. On the other hand, escorts and streetwalkers are doing just fine in the eyes of the law. As one Domina puts it, “…we can’t be the most scandalous thing going on in New York City.” Move on and leave us pervs alone, seriously.
For those especially inclined towards the rubbery, sucky kind of fun, I’ll leave you with these two photos. More in the member’s section!
Issue #62 of Bootlovers has just come out, featuring yours truly! Mr David Jackson has an incredible memory, relating one of the many times I’ve had my boots worshipped at a fetish event, this time at DomCon 2005:
“She wore tight leather hot pants and halter, plus her monstrously exciting Little Shoe Box crotch high lace ups with platforms and 8 inch stilettos. She had just completed binding a slave girl and was proceeding to paddle the slave’s pert buttocks as she lay bent over a whipping bench. At the same time an abject male slave was on hands and knees at Mya’s booted feet, kissing the tightly laced leather. I couldn’t help noticing how aware she was of the boot licker while she was paddling the other slave. She kept looking down at her own feet, observing his ministrations. She kept adjusting her stance so that her boot licker covered every square inch of her boot leather from sole to knee.”
Check out the gallery in the latest issue, and tell me which boots suit me best =)
What a spectacular party it was to celebrate Torture Garden’s anniversary. House of Bias put up a “Valley of the Dolls” fashion show, of which yours truly was a part, of course. I was a Clockwork-Orange-esque “ladyboy,” bent on terrorizing the “dolls.” I like to think of my look as “Buffy the Booty Slayer.”
Ticklers and ticklees, don’t think I’ve abandoned you. Far from it! My article on the origins and wonders of tickling as a fetish is in the latest issue of SECRET Magazine. Readers who are used to idea of “hardcore” fetish belonging only to the likes of the leather-and-whips crowd are treated to an inside look at tickling as another tool of sadism, dominance and submission. Check it out in Issue No. 31, and tell me what you think.
My friend David Jackson of DDI and I had a great time playing with our boot collections earlier this month. I brought quite a few pairs myself, but it was nothing compared to his floor-to-ceiling stacks of GORGEOUS Little Shoebox boots. Oh my goodness I was sweating, and not from heat, that’s for sure. For some reason, I always break out into a sweat when I’m wearing and playing with boots of my dreams.
These are the original English Little Shoebox design with the scalloped lacing detail in red and black patent leather. The detail and craftsmanship in these far exceed the much cheaper PVC ones you most commonly see at goth parties and industrial clubs. For the true fetishists!
Just a little preface to the next Bootlovers.com issue, due out next month. Make sure to log on in May to see my collection of leather and rubber boots and great shots of me in nothing BUT gloves and boots!
As some might have already suspected, I’ve officially moved back from NYC to the Left Coast. It’s great to be in the land of sunshine and with the ladies with whom I first learned to hold a flogger =) So I’m back, and you will be seeing me around LA again, starting with DomCon at the LAX Hilton
and the LA Footnight Party on May 15. See you there!
Hamming it up at the LA Kinkball last month! Posing in my wife’s handiwork, House of Bias’ winter fashion line:
Final line-up with my sassy designer wife and the beautiful Pixie, Hazmat, Jasmine Worth and Mistress Allie.
Pixie and I share a laugh at some naughtiness. Ouch, I feel rubber melting…
If you didn’t get to the Fade to Black event, you missed us as live dolls in a carousel of rubber fashion, Prince Poppycock and other talented performers. Of course, the afterparty was where the real fun was to be had. A shame cameras weren’t allowed, because you know how I like to play with the boys at those… =)
After landing in London and spending a delicious evening with a date at my regular hangouts in Soho, this horrible bitch came up and hit me right in the gut.
It’s funny that it took me so long to recognize her since she’s a real tramp who does her regular circuits in England and Wales every winter. She’s so ugly she makes me puke and shit all at once, and looking at her just makes me sweaty and hot under the collar. This whore even had the audacity to follow me home with me and date, and in the morning, really let me have it in the bathroom.
She finally left a few days later, but I’m convinced she’s left a few tokens of reminders for me to give to my friends. Now I have to go through all my clothes and sheets and make sure she hasn’t left parting “gifts.” I am SO pissed I let this bitch in and she’s made my life hell for the last few days. Make sure that next time you visit London, don’t kiss any strangers because this contagious whore might have left her mark on them. Just so you know, her name’s NOROVIRUS.
If you haven’t already noticed, there are a few new pictures added to the gallery. Check them out, and let me know what you think! I’m currently looking for fresh new ideas for photos, so feel free to send them to me. Let your fetish fantasies run amok and tell me what pictures titillate you!
The last year was tumultuousl fun, and the end is nowhere near in sight for 2008. Kink in the Caribbean was non-stop kinky fun with some of the most amazing Ladies I have met. Here are the long-overdue pictures:
Mistress Alexia and I having a rubbery good time in the Hedonism III pool with a couple yummy boys.
If you enjoyed those two pics, there are many more smoking hot ones of Mistress Alexia and I in the pool making short work of these two in the pool. You see them all at in the Member’s area.
Lady Elizabeth of Connecticut and I with a cock-hungry boy before the infamous Kink Auction. I drank a wee too many rums and cokes and decided I needed to piss. Who better to be my toilet than the subbies at the auction? Paul Nathan was sweet enough to drive the price of piss up to 60,000 Kinkbucks. Goes to show the value of pervy fun in the Caribbean.
I had the opportunity to shoot a short video in House of Bias’ resortwear. Even though I don’t quit pull off “hot” with my campy pose here, the bikini more than made up for it!
I wasn’t the only one in rubber, of course. My video subbies were lucky enough to get entirely encased in hoods and vacbeds. Such lucky little fools.
I have the pleasure of cavorting with acclaimed master emcee Prince Poppycock during the last night of karaoke. If you’re one of those who think karaoke is lame, you should really see what Poppycock can do for you…
Don’t get me wrong, I won’t ever pass up a good pissing, cock-sucking, rubberfucking good time, but I always like to get back to my seriously corporal roots.
Another fun turn in London for the fetish scene’s premier event, the Skin Two Rubber Ball. It was time to see old friends, make new ones, and parade around on a catwalk in neck-to-toe rubber, courtesy of Libidex. Congratulations, Tony Mitchell, for producing a fantastically successful Xpo and marketplace for the fetish industry, and thank you to Dangerous Dolly for wading through the insanity of models to create a rockin’ fashion show!
The Rubber Ball itself is always about wearing your rubber best and making funny faces at the cameras. I had the (mis)fortune to pose with (from L to R) Perish, Eric and Alora of Montreal Fetish Weekend fame, Chris, Dangerous Dolly and Alex.
It can be hard to keep up with this crowd! My feet get tired, but it’s a good thing there’s always a cute, bald, uniformed Swiss boy to take the strain off of my feet.
I had the pleasure of attending Mr. Robert Fluty’s third installment of his Masque parties, this time at El Cid in Silverlake, Los Angeles. The food was a nice accompaniment to the entertainment, which included the most delightful fop, Prince Poppycock, whose operatic vocals unexpectedly lit up the audience. My favorite act was a sexy burlesque clown girl, whose sense of humor lightened the mood of fetish exuberance. I regret that I don’t recall her name, but if you can enlighten me, please do, since I will definitely be looking for her and her partner’s future performances.
Overall, the evening was a wonderful night out spent with friends, food and a varied slate of entertainers. Thank you, Eric Charles, for taking my picture with the inspiring Claire of the Dominion. I hope that Mr. Fluty will continue to offer Los Angeles more of such evenings.
I do have another event in which to enjoy this kind of adventurous kinky entertainment, but this time in the tropical sun of Jamaica! I will be attending, modeling and performing at Kink in the Caribbean 8 next month. A week of debaucherous fun in the sun with my partner-in-crime, Miss Von Livid. She will be exhibiting her new House of Bias resort line of latex swimwear and loungewear, perfect for steamy days and downright sizzling evenings.
Starting October 2, I will be based in New York City instead of Los Angeles. You lucky devils along the Atlantic will have more access to me, and I will be taking advantage of my new positioning to make the hop across the pond regularly. Those of you in London and Paris will have no excuse to come see me now!
Speaking of Paris, check out this fantastic superheroine portrait by Red Man:
I just came across this video from Fetish Factory’s Anniversary party this year. What could be more fun than bellydancing and frolicking in latex bikinis under the hot Floridian sun? Kissing Bianca Beauchamp, that’s what!
After all that, resting up before the night’s festivities with Miss Von Livid and a lucky subby…
A couple snapshots of a rambunctious subby in a beautiful orange rubber hood from Studio Gum. He was so excited whilst showing off his brand new rubber toys, wriggling and squirming that I had to tie him down for good measure =)
On the many hours spent sitting in airports, trains and airplanes, I was entertained by a creative, fun, and decidedly un-morbid book by Supervert, Necrophilia Variations. Inside its covers lie short stories of fiction, mostly thought experiments probing into the consciousness of the necrophiliac. From exhumations, to murders, and of course, sexual intercourse with bodies in various stages of decomposition, it is more about cadaver pornography than it is corpse erotica. Especially of interest to this audience might be “Whoremonger For A Dying Friend,” which includes a rather one-dimensional depiction of a dominatrix in its storyline. Interesting to see what a necrophiliac perceives a pro-Domme to look like. A story catering to the those caught in the current anarchic mess in the Middle East is “Terror Groupies,” which relates the stereotype of the slutty rock-band groupie to those who are into terrorists. This story’s insensitivity to the mindset and ideals of radical Muslim terrorists makes this one a little hard to swallow, but it is colorfully written and the vehicle of disbelief you find yourself riding speeds off rather quickly. A fun read in the likes of Asimov’s I, Robot, but for those superverted folk.
Another book, or rather, textbook, that caught my attention is Sexual Deviance: Theory, Assessment, and Treatment, published by the Guilford Press. A great book which touts itself as an addendum (but I find it to be more an excellent criticism) to the American Psychiatric Association’s Bible, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, currently it its fourth incarnation. It addresses the fundamental issues in sexual deviance and the difficulty in defining and assessing sexual dysfunctions in individuals due to the notoriously wide gulfs between rigorous scientific method, social mores and contemporary political opinion.
Of special interest to me were the chapters on pedophilia, fetishism, sadism and necrophila. While I don’t agree with the authors’ extrapolated etiologies of these disorders, if you can classify them as disorders, the case studies and classifications of subjects (and objects) beloved by myself and close friends in the community piques my intense curiosity.
Bondage always weighs delightfully heavy on my heart, and I am always on the lookout for an opportunity to put someone in his place. This lucky man got his first taste of my and Miss Von Livid’s shibari skills.
A little water bondage, a lot of shibari, some extreme metal bondage, and the poor man was ready for bedtime in this beautiful cream-colored sleepsack and inflatable hood by Fetters. Lights out!
I find myself spending a lot of time in Soho when I’m in London, for some reason. Maybe it’s the great food, maybe it’s the free gay porn mags littering the street, or better yet, the hot gay boys littering the street!
Speaking of great food, I highly recommend Busaba Eathai to any visitor. Those who know my gastronomical tendencies can agree with me that this is one of the best fusion Thai restaurants ever! The sauces are exquisitely layered so that each flavor comes out in its own symphony as you let it linger on the different parts of your tongue.
The many fun sights, sounds and smells in Soho included this sign:
Now who can resists a spanking emporium? For some reason, the red lights in this red-light district seem like so much more fun than the ones in mine…
“DOMME FIGHT: Without submissive meat to prey on, American dominas VonLivid and Miss Mya turn upon one another with highly entertaining savagery, recalling some of cinema’s finest leading-lady scraps…” says Jan from TheFetishistas.com.
Damn right! Our music skipped for 2 minutes and then stopped completely, so we threw our choreography to the wind and just played like we know and love to do. We found out after the show that someone had thrown up on the sound guy so the music skipped and went out altogether while he was trying to clean up the mess! Despite the mishap, Miss Von Livid and I had ton of fun after our show, dancing it up and causing the usual ruckus on side stages. We are looking forward performing at more events, and keeping the show going no matter what happens.
Thank you Allen and David for having us at Torture Garden, and for bringing the best fucking fetish party in the world!
Go to FHM’s German website and support Ronny Theile’s great photography! Yours truly has had the honor of shooting with the amazingly sweet and prolific photographer, and he is now in the running for FHM’s photography contest. Check it out at FHM Germany
A considerate subby was nice enough to post a few flattering words about me on TheEroticReview.com.
“Mistress Mya led me to a vacant room for us to discuss the type of session I wanted and I immediatlely realized I had made an excellent choice. She is more attractive than her pictures and she was easy to talk to. Read on to find out why she is now my ATF (all time favorite) domme . . .”
ATF? YeeHaw! Bring in the Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms!
Should you have any nice words to say about me, please feel free to express yourself at MaxFisch.com or any of the other widely-read forums. I’ll be sure to put aside a special treat for those who know how to flatter… mua-ha-ha!
It’s Miss Mya’s birthday May 12! Most of you are always trying to guess how old I am. I’ll wager you this: if you guess my age wrong, it’s that many lashes plus your age! Get me a nicely wrapped present like the one pictured here, and I might have mercy on your for guessing wrong…
But if you correctly guess my age, you get to kiss my oh-so-lovely feet til your heart’s content. Lucky you!
I’ll be touring through the US and London and Paris throughout May and early June. Check my Calendar to see when I’ll be coming near you to give you your deserved spankings. I’ve also recently *electrified* my sound kit, and I’d just love to give some subby little toy the shock of his life =)
By the way, thanks to all of you who came and supported DomConLA 2007. Pictures of my trampling, restraining and beating ass will be forthcoming.
Not only am I attending, but I will be performing with Miss Von Livid at Torture Garden’s Birthday Ball in London. She and I are two halves of eFEMMEra, a well-read, aesthetically intense performance group into heavy perversity with a slick approach of movement-focused choreography, unique costume stylization, and enviroplay through video installations. Get a taste of our personal fetishes: breath control, amputees, electro torture, water torture, snuff, heavy bondage, medical play and needle work, just to name a few.
We will be performing “Happy Fucking Birthday” in tribute to TG’s anniversary. Check out our performance list and bios at http://eFEMMEra.net.
And of course, the fabulous line-up at Torture Garden!
February’s Slave2Fashion show featured some amazing designers from Europe: Tatiana Warnecke, House of Harlot, Pretty Pervy and Torture Garden. I had the honor of modeling for Torture Garden, and got to wear a hot little camo military dress. However, they forgot to give me knickers for the outfit, and certain opportunistic photographers nabbed shots of my muff. You can see them for yourself at ErosArtist.com.
Thanks again to David, Allen and Victoria of Torture Garden for their fab-u-lous-ness and for putting up with my drunken hijinks. Can’t wait to see you guys on your home turf!!
Happy New Year! Hope 2006 was great for you and 2007 even better. Make the resolution to get even naughtier!
I resolve to make a long-time fantasy come true this year: rubbing around in an energetic orgasm of latex rubber, lube and gas masks with 1, 2 or several people. Takers, anyone?
This great picture was taken by Red Man, illicitly, in a Paris in a trainyard.
The legendary Lady Hillary of Lady Laura’s Dominion celebrated her birthday with all the Mistresses, switches and submissives of the house on November 12. We were all honored to be with her on this special day.
Thank you for your wise and kind words, for everything you’ve taught me, and for providing a safe, loving environment for all of us to play. XOXO
Quality time in Los Angeles was past due, so I rolled out with some good friends for good wholesome Halloween fun. I was invited to attend, and maybe assist in some hijinks, at Hex Hollywood at the Ivar. Feeling particularly pious this year, I donned my Sunday schoolgirl best, complete with Bible. One of my sacriligious, heretical friends got a little out of hand, so a horny priest and I had to make sure he got what he deserved!
Mistress Allie was kind enough to help me as well…
In the end, the the penitent and I stayed good friends. Oooh I LOVE my gayboys =)
I am yet again amazed at what pervery our friends across the pond can pull off several nights in a row. The fetish events to end all fetish events, the Rubber Ball laid waste to my beauty sleep, sobriety and any sense of propriety.
Before giving into the throes of the fete at hand, there was much shopping to be done! This is the home of Fettered Pleasures, House of Harlot, Atsuko Kudo, and my off-the-rack favorite, Bondinage! I spent the entire day shopping with my friend Ancilla Tilia, who bought a drop-dead vamp of a dress that would make Jessica Rabbit wish she were drawn in latex instead of pencil. The ladies at Ectomorph were anticipatory of every need and ever present with the talcum. Even Ms. Kudo herself came out to help with the fittings and alterations, which were done on the spot… just in time for the Torture Garden prelude party. Of course, we had to eat before the ensuing festivities…
I had high expectations for the Torture Garden party, since my first TG experience in June had me entralled and tortured my poor feet well past dawn. The less intimate setting of this event was no disappointment, since the varied music and especially the attendees gave me much distraction. See me get well distracted by a hot lady in baby pink…
The Rubber Ball itself was a reunion of new and old friends from the GFB a few months earlier: Heidi and Kenneth, formerly of No Pain No Gain, the ubiquitous Belgium Marc, The Fabulous Miss von Livid and attache, and Miss Maya Sinstress.
Thank you to Mr. Tony Mitchell of FetishDayz.com for the pictures.
There was much drinking and merriment, but I have to admit, the mayhem that was photographed was only a prelude to the insanity that happened afterward. A certain mad scientist had a drink made especially for him by yours truly, and 2 bitch boys will remember that double-teaming Me means TROUBLE! Don’t you wish this picture were bigger?
Last month’s fun outing for Me and a lucky slave was attending the Fullsome (of Leather Daddies) Fair in San Francisco. The funniest part of the day had to be just getting to the Fair. My friend Mark Burnley of Serious Bondage hailed a cab, but when the cabbie saw Me leading My latex-bound gimp slave down the steps, he put pedal to metal and screeeeeched down the street! When Mark attempted to hail another cab, he saw the selfsame cabbie drive by, shaking his head at us. Fortunately, we found another cabbie whose curiosity outweighed his revulsion for the likes Me and slave.
My little latex toy of the day was a fun bit to show off for the crowds… my how they seem to follow me wherever I go. Mark was on hand to document the events of the day. Check out what the poor rubber thing had to suffer in the San Francisco heat that day:
Richard Hunter of Mr. S was kind enough to pose with Me and our little tied-up latex subbies.
The day segued easily in a wonderful shopping expedition to Madame S, where I comissioned a very needed outfit for the upcoming Rubber Ball. After setting the little rubber slave away (locked up well) to wander, Akemi, of dragon dress designer fame, outdid herself in her attention to my desires for a decidedly wicked nurse’s uniform.
Just when I thought the weekend couldn’t end any better, dear Mark was kind enough to lend me his cage and dungeon space to properly imprison my cameraman. The foolish boy happened to mention that he had a newfound fascination with gas masks and straight jackets. I was only too happy to oblige him with a riveting experience in serious bondage.
It’s late and I’ve been reading all the tickle-y ticklish postings on the Tickle Media Forum and posting about my tickle adventures. The more I read, the more ticklish I am getting, and I am just getting this feeling of being tickled ALL OVER by walking spiders and bugs and fat wriggling worms under my feet.
I may not be so far off base. One popular theory for why we evolved tickling is that the sensation and involuntary reactions may protect against crawling animals and insects, such as spiders and mosquitoes, which may be why it evolved in many animals, including rats. ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tickling#Etymology)
Fact in point: the medical term for the tingling sensation and involuntary laughter and withdrawal from the stimulus causing the sensation is called gargalesthesia. Say that while being tickled!
Things are underfoot, I should say. I was leaving a popular Hollywood club one night and a weasley little guy comes running up after me, begging mightily to let him worship my feet. Believe it or not, he actually laid in the gutter while I blessed his grateful little face with my boots and stinky, sweaty feet. It definitely felt good to see him licking the sweat off my toes after I’d been dancing my boots all night. Watch Goddesses’ Footboy take it lying down.
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As enamoured as he was, Goddesses’ Footboy tracked me down after that nocturnal encounter for a private session. Of course I demanded that he give me all the money he made from the video as a tribute. My boots were still pretty new at that point, but I let him break them in all the way with his tongue. You can see “New Boots, New Slave” in my membership section or at Clips4Sale.
For those of you who have burning tickling questions for me, check out my “Tickling FAQ” in the member’s area or download it on my Clips4Sale store. Most of your most urgent questions should be answered, but if you have any others that need addressing, please email them to me and I will be sure to answer them in an upcoming clip. The more creative, the better!
I was seriously surprised on a recent first date. My date convinced me to play a little before going out, but I was not expecting him to tickle ambush me! Check out the clip in the member’s area, “Surprise First Date.”
For those of you who haven’t seen enough of me getting tickled, check out my friend’s Clips4Sale store where I get interviewed, bound and tickled mercilessly. Who knew Batman was a professional tickler?!
I have just posted events which I anticipate attending under the “Links - Events” section . If you desire to play host to me in that city or if you wish to take me to that event, please email me.
I am currently looking for sweet, obedient submissive male or female slaves. You must be fit, prefereably hairless and have an undying need to drive me around, run my errands and serve my household needs. Rewards may include travel with me to fetish events if you prove yourself worthy. If you have what it takes to serve me, send me an email with your picture, fetishes, likes and dislikes.
In answer to the many queries about my back laced corset, here is a behind-the-scenes shot of the piercing process.
I also attended the Long Beach International Tattoo Festival on June 25th at the Queen Mary. Shawn from The Pain Parlour helped me get into this outfit:
2 full photosets plus the behind-the-scenes video clip of the piercing process will be posted in the membership area.
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whose sense of humor lightened the mood of fetish exuberance. I regret that I don’t recall her name, but if you can enlighten me, please do, since I will definitely be looking for her and her partner’s future performances.
Don’t you wish this picture were bigger?
