...there's a circular imprint of a lube bottle on your model releases.

...you nearly slip, fall, and crack your head open on the bathtub(due to repeated
washing of rubber/latex and the lube film that develops)

...your living room, dining area, kitchen, and bathroom all smell like rubber because
of all the garments hanging to dry.

...no matter how much you wash everything you'll always find glitter and fake blood
from performances and shows you've attended.

...all the doorknobs are slippery.

...your phone starts making new noises due to all the lube that's on it all the time.

...it's amazing how soft your skin is!

...your still camera and video camera are slippery.

...trips to the Container Store are made to have extra storage for garments...and you
realize your car now smells like rubber.

...you seriously consider buying stock in Eros Lube. (Do they even have stock
options?)


Feel free to add your own in a comment!

Yes, Chicago slaves and pervs! Miss Maya and I will be shooting video this Tuesday, the 31st. We have slots available starting at 4pm and going into the late evening. Email me at MistressNatalya@gmail.com.

We require you to sign a model release, bring two forms of id and a small gift for the dungeon. It is not necessary to be unhooded to shoot with us. All boundaries are discussed and respected.

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Tonight I will be tormenting victims at Exit's weekly Bondage A Go Go! This evening Miss Maya, Mistress Cleo, and I will be a ferocious triad.

Come out to say hello and get your masochistic itch scratched. For more information, go to www.exitchicago.com

Last night a lady friend and I were having a discussion. Since we both are HEAVILY into rubber, we got to talking about rubber bedding. Given my current excursions to parties wearing rubber this season, I decided that rubber bedding isn't the most sleep friendly material in Chicago...it gets really cold in the winter, and, if you don't have central air, extremely hot in the summer. These extremes are quite harsh on rubber.

My lady friend said, "well that shouldn't stop the fun of the bedding!" I agreed...and we brainstormed on a specific slave position. I'm imagining a plush queen size bed outfitted with rubber sheets, inflatable pillows, and a slippery pinstripe duvet. The bedding's purpose is specifically for playing and sexual escapades with lovers. Once the encounter is over, I imagine sliding off the bed and collapsing onto the floor in POB(post orgasmic bliss).

A slave enters to strip and wash the rubber bedding. Said slave would be able to read me extremely well and determine what kind of fresh linens I'd want on the bed. Would I want a satin set? Perhaps the extremely soft bamboo set would be just right...

Either way the slave is completely unobtrusive-not making eye contact, knows just what to do, and has a keen sense of detail.

Valentine's/Valencrime's Day is fast approaching. As a treat, I've decided to lower the rates on my phone domination lines. I AM NOT, however, lowering my rates for real time sessions. There is already a discount in place for those who enjoy longer sessions.

Today I'll be available to chat about fetishes and play on the phone from 3pm to 6pm CST.

MNTP sent this lovely gem to my email. The following has been cut and paste from an email. Nothing has been changed or altered. I've only removed my play thing's real name for discretion purposes.

Enjoy...

(For background, the reader should know that the following moments ensued after Mistress Natalya devised a particularly trying predicament to utilize a new toy, a 1" wide split steel stretcher, that Natalya helped me to acquire. I was bound on my hands and knees atop a bondage bench, chest pressed onto bench and very vulnerable) . . .

Nearly in tears from the sensory overload, my head was spinning even while my body was firmly secured upon the kneeling bench. While I was tightly bound at my knees and elbows, keeping me in a vulnerable position, Natalya allowed me enough movement to squirm forward as she relentlessly probed and stimulated me. Deviously ingenious, she used the stretcher that had become a new favorite toy as a tool in this devilish predicament. My arousal from her handling of me would build to what I felt had to be the point of bursting as she would continue to probe and manipulate, and my natural response was to escape . . . get away from the stimulation that would casue me to transgress the forbidden boundry of losing control. Each attempt to escape, to squirm away, was ultimately restricted by the stretcher. Before I could even comprehend my own movements, I would find myself drawn taut beyond what I thought I could bear. I was sweating profusely as I clutched new depressions into the hard wood of the bench. My chest slid slickly across the leather of the bench, my whole body thrust forward, away from Natalya and her probing hands -- my whole body, except for my balls, that is. Only as I was stretched (ironically, under my own power) to the point of breaking would I realize that Natalya's relentless probing had, if fact, relented, and that I was receeeding (if only barelly) away from the brink of orgasm. As I would almost catch my breath and sigh as relief washed over me, I would hear her laugh and feel her hands on my hips, slowly but firmly pulling me back, the relief from the stretching receding only to be replaced with a new feeling of trepidation as she started in anew. I felt an entirely new wave of stimulation and pleasure building, one that I would have to resist to heed my instructions from Natalya. Her laughter was in my ears as I began to squirm away, stretching myself again, pulling myself to the point where the steel cuff bolted around me and my own tolerance for pain would permit no further escape, desparately hoping that Natalya would relent in her delivery of pleasure and spare me the shame of losing control. How did I get here, to a place where I was so single-mindedly driven to escape pleasure, that I would physically stretch myself to the limit of my endurance to avoid it? How did I fall into a mindset where the discomfort was a relief and I sought refuge from pleasure at the boundaries of my pain tolerance? While it was a mystery, slowly unlocking itself to me, someone in the room knew exactly the path to clear to lead me there, and I heard her laugh again as she pulled me back for a yet another revolution of this wicked cycle.

Tomorrow evening I will be co-hosting Exit's Weekly Bondage A Go Go night with Mistress Cleo and Mistress Luxe. Cold bums will be warmed, naughtiness punished, and diabolical smiles will be on our faces! Come out! We'll start at 11pm.

For more information go to www.exitchicago.com

Hopefully we'll see you there.

After going through a lot of "stuff" this year, I've been analyzing my pervy proclivities. What draws me to certain activities? What boundaries have I set for myself, and are they helping or hindering my personal growth? I believe it's natural to take a step back every so often and look at your journey through life.

No, this is not a post to say I'm retiring or moving. So, please don't worry about that. In fact, I've realized how important kink is in my life. This realization came while attempting work on another degree of higher education. Notebooks of fantasies, photo and video shoot ideas, and smut were piling up in my office. Needless to say, I have since stopped working on that degree to follow my heart and passions. The transition has been bumpy so far, but WAY more fulfilling.

The fast approaching new year will be filled with travel, various art projects, the launch of my video production company, and, of course, sessions and play time galore! I have taken steps to reconnect with people I lost touch with once I started as an independent Domina. It's been great to have the time again. There are classes to enhance and evolve my skill set to take, and seemingly "vanilla" classes I'd like to attend also. What can I say? "Student of life", is one of my mottos.

In general, I've been doing a lot of inner work. I wish all of you a safe holiday season-if I don't see you out and about over the next few weeks-and health and happiness for 2009!

I'd like to give a public thank you to slave jim. There's a new electrical device he helped add to my collection. It's tempting to gush all about it here, but I want to leave a certain level of mystery for those of you who have sessions coming up. A lady can't give away all the tools she has in her kinky toolbox, can she? ;)