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Boston this week! Only one session slot left! (2014)

The time to depart is here already! I’ll be in My hometown of Boston this week  visiting family and attending My 10-year college reunion (!!!), so I won’t be making a ton of time for sessions.

There is ONE slot left for a very lucky slave or kinkster to experience the severity & mystery of Princess Marx. The session can be held either Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday (6/10, 6/11, or 6/12), with a preference for Wednesday.

For the most part, I’ll be sessioning from the fabulous Mistress Jada Sinn’s playspace. So excited!!

By admin | June 10, 2014 | Uncategorized |

Boston! New York! Vegas! San Diego! 2014

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If you’re lucky, maybe you can be this guy.

Today begins another whirlwind U.S. tour! I’ll be in these fair cities:

  • Boston: June 10-12
  • New York City: June 17-20
  • Las Vegas: June 21-24
  • San Diego: June 26-28

This is partly a work tour and partly a fun tour – there’s a college reunion, some old friends, and just some good ol’ fun (work AND non-work :-)). I have limited session availability in each city, so use the Schedule a Session page to get in touch with Me. I look forward to beating your ass 😉

By admin | June 10, 2014 | Uncategorized |

The Session Chronicles, Chapter 2

The Man Who Would Objectify

Is kind of artistic, n'est pas?

The poor bastard’s cheeks about halfway through the session.

 

Today’s poor sucker came in requesting a moderate-to-heavy beating. Of course, I agreed. It had been a while since I’d given a heavy beating — oh no, wait. It hadn’t. I’d just given one the day before.

But I was hankerin’ [for a ruthless beatdown], so I agreed. No ball busting this time, but I suppose a girl can live without that…sometimes.

I was curious to assess this inferior creature’s stance toward Women so that our beating might take on greater meaning. He claimed (when asked) that he exalted Women, but as you, dear reader, surely know, even the most submissive of men are guilty of some fairly predictable pitfalls that don’t actually serve Women (or the men themselves), and are usually actually downright misogynist.

I asked the poor bastard to contemplate, as I rode him around the room, the 3 most recent injustices he had committed against Women.

A few minutes into his beating (after a warmup with floggers), he confessed his first sin to Me: that he objectifies Women. He confessed that even that same morning, he had hit on, objectified, and shamed a barista by asking her whether she gets asked out a lot, and then asking her how many of these offers she accepts, implying (at least in his mind, which is the linchpin in those actions) that she was a slut. He confessed to this openly and with remorse. Of course, a proper thrashing was doled out – with some fancy canes compliments of Leyland Toys. It was then that he first cried out in agony.

Unless you like ending up like this guy, which you may. And in which case I'd be happy to give you a similar thrashing (or worse).

I recommend avoiding objectifying Me for My looks.

As I beat him with a 7-belt strap, I educated him on the wrongs of slut-shaming and objectification. I can get pretty nasty verbally – and ruthless, physically – when beating someone with a purpose.

But I also noted an even more recent infraction, which he had failed to confess: the fact that he chose Me of the 4 total Women who were on staff today. He had to have objectified each and every single one of us in order to make his selection, and I have no doubt that in his version of ‘sexy,’ my particular look was the sexiest. This was the greatest demonstration of his actual misogyny.

(This, in a longer post, would be a good segue into a discussion of not only the privileges, but also the burdens, of being fetishized as an “exotic-looking” Woman. For now, I simply recommend Edward Said’s Orientalism.)

He was aptly punished with a giant metal paddle for this crime (which, of all the wrongs he committed, in My mind, was the worst). I then proceeded to dragon-tail him for purposely calling Me “Mistress” instead of “Princess,” in spite of specific instructions to do the opposite.

He also confessed that he had not only not called his mother for Mother’s Day (even though she apparently doesn’t nag him when he calls, or give him any other reason not to avoid her), but that he also only calls her once a month. He also confessed that he doesn’t call his sister very much because he doesn’t approve of her life choices. Of course, he was punished for those wrongs, too. And below is his status about twenty minutes before the end. Additional beatings were given after the picture was taken, and the flash kind of whited-out the 3-inch black-and-blue circles on the lower side of his bum.

Enjoy. 😉 And watch your misogyny.

By princessmarx | May 30, 2014 | Uncategorized |

Tips for Dating a Dominatrix

Some tips for anyone dating (or thinking of dating) a professional Dominatrix, from an opinionated submissive.

  1. She’s a person, not a fantasy. If your expectations for being in her company are the same as your expectations for a paid session, you will likely disappoint each other. In most paid situations, the domme is there to fulfill your fantasies; in an actual relationship, fantasy fulfillment is only part of the relationship, and it should be much more mutual.
  2. Be honest about what you want. Even if you both choose a full time, 24/7 Mistress/slave relationship, both you and your domme are real human beings with basic needs. It may be hot to imagine a life of being ignored or kept in a cage, but that may not be what you really want from each other on a day to day basis.
  3. Be supportive, not judgemental. Resist the temptation to psychoanalyze her. As you become closer you will no doubt explore each others’ minds, and learn more about how each other “ticks” — experience this naturally rather than making assumptions.
  4. Remember, you’re both individuals. Not all dommes are the same, nor are all subs or slaves. Take the time to learn about each other as individuals, with real desires and needs that can’t always be neatly contained by labels.

Have you dated a Pro Domme? Or, are you also an opinionated submissive who thinks S/he might have some good suggestions? Let us know in the Comments section! We read and respond to [almost] all comments.

– petdj (aka whisky)

By Pet DJ | April 4, 2014 | Uncategorized |

The Session Chronicles, Chapter 1: On beating up [hetero cis] boys

Another Footnight, another bundle of fond memories. I had a guy tonight who just let me jump up and down on him (trampling) and beat the shit out of him.

 

And I fucking LOVED IT.

 

I also kneed him in the balls a bunch….a BUNCH.

 

So I wondered, why did I enjoy it so much? Why do I love beating up boys so much?

Technically, I’ve always been treated pretty well by men – at least insofar as the average person would perceive.  Of course, if you’re a critical thinker, you could easily argue that even such nice treatment – for example, chivalry – is actually misogynist. And there are countless other examples, and I would agree with most of them. 

 

But on the whole, as far as the average eye can see, I’ve had it pretty good. (And again, I’d argue otherwise if thinking critically – and sometimes not even that critically.) 

So given that, why DO I love beating up boys so much?

After some thinking, I could really only conclude that this domme-ness of mine is a result of millions of years of pent up….oppression. Not repression, folks. I’ve been treated well. (Though it’s still a cage, in spite of being golden.)

 

As many of you know, I’m political down to every pore, maybe even every molecule. And so naturally…it makes sense that I would derive pleasure from beating the shit out of the perpetrators of misogyny. In some warped, distant way, I am making these boys, these imbeciles, pay for eons and eons of their forebears’ wrongdoing.

 

And since vigilantism produces in me the same kind of sex/aggression randiness that others claim to feel in times of war…of COURSE I relish every fucking second of beating the shit out of the perpetrators of violence.

 

The irony, of course, is that most of the subs I get to beat up are actually super nice dudes, especially relative to the average man – I mean, all they wanna do is tell Us Womyn (yeah, i wrote it) that we’re superior, and please Us. 

 

But even those submissive men are still subject to their critically un-deconstructed views. They prize things like youth, beauty, and all the other petty shit that gets cocks hard and makes stomachs flutter. (I say this as a member of the privileged attractive *and* young class – and yes, I have always found it problematic.) Too frequently, men allow these petty characteristics to influence their judgment, rendering themselves the inferior-most of the many genders. Good intentions – but poor execution. (And we all know the road to hell is paved with…..) Most men have not yet begun the difficult labor of truly deconstructing their sexualities.

 

In any event, tonight’s slave was a little on the drunk side, so for safety reasons, I took it a LITTLE easy on him. (When they’re drunk, people 1) make bad decisions and 2) are numbed.) And if you play in this space, you know safety is paramount. I’ve got a private ambulance on speed-dial, but really, I’d like to just go home tonight and go to bed.

 

But damn, I can’t WAIT for that private session.

By admin | December 10, 2013 | Uncategorized |