I have to go back to San Diego for a few days, then I’ll head to Denver, possibly through San Francisco and Reno. More to come as I figure things out.
Archive for June, 2010|Monthly archive page
The other night I had a very hot public humiliation session with a boy known as wiggles on maxfitch. The morning after this was posted on the Max Fitch Review Board. I was going to write about the sexy time myself but then I thought I would just post what he wrote. Thanks for the little story wiggles!
I’ve lamented multiple times on this board how hard it is to find someone that will really push you in a pro domination session, and that even when you say otherwise, most dommes tend to play it pretty close to the vest and try to get you to tell them exactly what you want them to do. How hard it is to really feel dominated, and to feel that you’re being bent completely to someone else’s will. Well, no more. After some email exchanges with Widow Centauri where I told her that I wanted to try a first-time public humiliation session where I “went off the deep end” and pushed my boundaries much further than before without going too much into my interests or what I liked specifically, that’s exactly what we did.
First off, just because I know everyone reading the review wants to know, Widow Centauri looked absolutely stunning in a low-cut red and black corset with a cute black skirt at mid-thigh, fishnets, and imposing black boots. We started off in a restaurant where we had a nice conversation about our lives and our kink while she did some subtle humiliation like her throwing ice down my shirt or pouring salt in my drink, and all the while she left a ball gag on the table as if to say “you ready for what’s gonna happen when we’re done with the warmup”? Finally, when we were close to ready to leave the restaurant, she put the ball gag in, and suddenly I was an object of display to anyone that saw me. After a hilarious cab ride where the cab driver first thought I had a broken jaw, then thought I was making fun of someone having a broken jaw, all the while somehow missing the giant gag protruding out of my mouth and strapped around my head, we headed off to the Luxor and it was on.
We wandered around the casino for a while with it feeling like every eye in the place was on me, before settling for a while at the bar and ordering drinks. There, she gave me olives for nose and ear plugs, a napkin for a hat, as well as loosely tying my wrist together with pink rope, all the while poking, prodding and slapping me with anything that was convenient. Eventually, a security guard came up to us and asked us to remove the pink dildo that the Widow had placed on the table, and wanted to make sure that we weren’t doing any “bondage kinda stuff”, but otherwise left us alone. Anyway, the rope wasn’t staying around my wrists very well anyway so she made me a nice rope belt instead, and we were back on the move. This was actually the scariest part of the whole session for me, as I was now pretty much in full fetish regalia following a beautiful corseted woman with huge black boots around while she occasionally rapped on my dick with a ruler past oh, what felt like 10,000 people or so. I know quite a few people in Vegas too, and I was really starting to get a little bit freaked out at what would happen if we saw one of them. Quite a few people would laugh or smile or occasionally ask questions, but on the whole I was surprised at how friendly everyone was. Everyone seemed to be pleasantly amused by the scene in front of them, and no one really said anything negative.
If the first half of the session was mainly scary and intense, the second half was much more fun and sensual. Ms. Centauri mercifully removed the ball gag for a while and let me wear it around my neck as we went to Excalibur. Somehow, this simple action was enough for me to go from feeling like my kink was on pure display to everyone and that I was being humiliated as a freak, to just feel like I was playing a fun, kinky game that was at least somewhat close to the realm of normal society. It helped when a man going down the escalator asked if this was some kind of initiation and Widow Centauri said yes.
Anyway, we got to Excalibur and bought some caramel corn. There we began the new game of the night as my new master would throw popcorn for me to catch in my mouth, and then gradually ramp up the intensity of the game to another level every few minutes. First she started alternating spitting popcorn into my mouth in occasionally. Then while sitting at another bar, she decided that in order to avoid making a mess, I should pick up all the popcorn I dropped on the floor, and eat it from the bar without using my hands. I sat close to Widow at the bar, and the sexy energy between us was strong enough that my concern about the people around us faded quite a bit. Finally, after an extremely hot cab ride where I cleaned caramel corn from her hands by licking them clean, we headed out to the main strip by way of the Flamingo.
There we sat outside and played the caramel corn game some more, but Ms. Centauri added a new twist by occasionally spitting it all over my face as well, making me look like even more of a freak show, as plenty of people walked by and gawked. We were also getting to the point where just eating caramel corn was getting to be quite a torture as even with two glasses of water at the bar, my sugar to water intake was extremely high, and I was getting very, very thirsty. Widow was relentless, going through about half of the bag in short order while we were on the strip, nearly finishing it. Luckily, I was soon to have some relief to quench my thirst.
Finally, we went back to the slightly shady neighborhood off the strip where we’d started the night by the steakhouse, and found a deliciously dirty dumpster which would give us a little bit (but not a lot) of privacy for our final degrading act of the night when we went behind it. Widow had me lay down and let out an amazing stream. Now I’ve been pissed on by a stripper before, and have had dommes have me drink their piss from a glass, but this was a REAL golden shower, and it was incredibly hot. Even with her starting and stopping and me drinking as fast as I could, I almost felt like I was drowning with all the piss pouring over me. She completely soaked my face, my shirt, and my dick before allowing me to release on myself and make myself even more of a mess than I already was.
It’s abundantly clear that Widow Centauri is a real dominant. You can tell that she really soaks up the energy of the scene, and loves to really get dirty. If this wasn’t already clear from talking to her, or from her enthusiasm during play, it would be clear from the fact that she let our session go an hour and a half longer than it was scheduled. Never once did I feel like she was going through the motions or doing anything other than completely enjoying herself. I’ve had maybe 6 sessions in the past, and pretty much always I felt a little let down afterwards like “is that it”? Not so at all though with Widow Centauri. If anything, I was still a little anxious afterward about all the people who had seen me, but also felt quite calm and satiated, and got a great night’s sleep getting 9.5 hours even though I forgot to turn the lights off. I’d definitely recommend Widow Centauri to anyone looking for a true dominant. She’s currently in Vegas where her contact info can be easily found on the Eros site, but is soon to be moving back to the East coast.
I am Widow Centauri, professional dominatrix and funny person. I am happy that you found your way to my page. Feel free to look around at the lovely photos, mindful insights, strange musings, bizarre artwork, and all around pervy good time that my site is.
I am in Vegas this week and am looking to have some fun! I am very kinky and love to play! The following is my preferred scenario but not the only kind of scene I’m into. I am offering outcalls on and around the strip.
I have many sexy toys and costumes with me in Vegas. I brought my bunny Monroe costume, my red startrec mini dress for sci-fi lovers, several corsets, many pieces of latex clothing, large platform shoes, designer shoes and suits, canes, whips, cuffs, rope, a kinky nurses outfit, my Eros tech 312 with attachments, glass toys, a spandex body bag, many leather restraints, blindfolds, a pony bit and tail, a waternburg wheel, slips, stocking and lots of sexy panties!
My advert is in the VIP escort section because I don’t like to limit myself. I’m a well-known professional dominatrix. I have years of experience and prefer to play in public. I can schedule sessions at your hotel room if you will be pushed too far by my public games. I am always very discreet when playing in public and go out of my way to assure that no one not participating in the scene be over exposed to my antics.
Examples of the types of sessions I enjoy include golden showers at the beach, in bathrooms, in cars, and other discreet locations. Foot worship at coffee houses is often possible. Sometimes I like to take clients dancing all plugged up. Chastity and cuckold sessions do it for me too. Public humiliation is a real turn on. We can play a straight couple having a fight at a fancy restaurant. I’ll gladly throw my martini on you, call you names and storm out of the place.
I have played on the Vegas strip several times this weekend and was pleasantly surprised by the cheerfulness of the audience. My sexy time on display like a roving Vegas show.
I am a second city trained actress and an exhibitionist.
I have been playing professionally for quite some time. I am not interested in standard one hour sessions at a dungeon. I might schedule something like this for you but my erotic enjoyment comes from pushing boundaries. Currently those boundaries lie in the domain of public play, golden showers, humiliation, cross dressing, forced-bi parties and other fun and games.
If you want to experience what it means to be a true exhibitionist call me. you will not be disappointed.
$200 for a quick Public Golden Shower
$300 for 30 min Public Humiliation
$500 for an hour session in public of private
$600 for two hours
$1000 for the evening
$2500 overnight + yoga and breakfast in the AM
I do not up sell you once I meet you. This is how much it will cost to play with me. If we are out on the town expenses are extra, obviously.
Generally I enjoy playing with black men, middle aged kinky men of any race, and gender benders. You must be respectful when contacting me and during our session. Manners count!
If you have an unusual fantasy I’m interested in hearing from you. I am only on the west coast until June of 2010, then I head to New England for an unspecified amount of time. In mid June I will be visiting Las Vegas, the Denver Boulder area, Chicago, then Buffalo.
Look for my art, writing, photos and videos online. Contact me via email or text if at all possible. I can be hard to reach on the phone. I’m in the mood to play!
IN VEGAS I DO NOT SCHEDULE SESSIONS DURRING THE DAY TIME. AFTER DARK ONLY.
Meet me at the beach, down near Lifeguard tower 33, I said. “Right there on the main strip?” he queried, fear in his voice. “Yep right there on the beach,” I insisted.
It was the perfect place to meet him. I was going to be there anyway. I have been practicing at 6:00 am in LaJolla. But that day I flew back to SD on a delayed flight and in an attempt to sleep a couple hours blew off the yoga. I figured I would go later in the day. I neglected to take the traffic into consideration. I sat in the car drinking water for an hour, he sat down by tower 33, waiting for a golden shower.
When I arrived he told me that he already saw a surfer he went to school with. This is his stomping ground. Good, I thought, he is all flutterpatted. I walked with him awhile looking for the perfect place. It was a rainy morning but there were people everywhere.
A lifeguard training was happening and joggers, surfers, breeders, and old people meandered on the rainy beach. I had a flash of just climbing up onto the lifeguard tower and pissing all over my friendly toilet boy, shocking the old gray haired woman at the base of the sand mound.
I kept having to remind myself that this is sandy eggo and I would likely go to jail for that sort of thing. I miss San Francisco.
We wandered looking for the perfect spot to pee. I wanted there to be some space in the trees, but it was all cleared, palm trees offer no privacy at all. We walked into the suburbs a bit only to discover joggers, construction workers, gardeners, and nothing sheltered and out of the way. It was as if the planning committee of LaJolla wanted to make sure no one could have a bit of fun in this well manicured yuppie only zone.
Then I grabbed him by the arm and ducked into the men’s room. “There are surfers in there” he said. We walked right past them into the stall. Two, maybe three surfers were standing there, talking, changing, doing whatever surfers do when they are not in the water.
“Pull down your pants and show me your panties,” I said. I could tell he was nervous. “I have a birds eye view of them” he told me as he peeked out over the top of the stall door. We could hear the surfers chatting it up. He could see them? How fucking hot. “pull em down” I demanded. He dropped his pants to reveal a cute lacy, ruffled baby pink pair of panties.
As soon as he showed them to me I wanted to piss all over them. We could hear the surfers babbling on, his panties were so fuckign cute, I had a gallon of water in my bladder, I need to pee and I needed to pee now.
“Are you the sort of boy who likes to drink it? “ I asked him. “Yes,” he said sheeply. “get on your knees,” I told him. I jumped up on the stainless steel toilet and noticed the proximity of the handrails, I grabbed them and leaned back into the wall. It was as if the bathroom was designed for just this reason. It looked like the handicapped stall was created with a pervy intent.
Am I the only one in this town who goes into bathrooms and thinks they were designed for a dirty reason? I still haven’t had a chance to piss in the bathroom with the glass wall. I’m always on the lookout for a sexy bathroom, this in one of them.
The door was cut a little high and a little low, the handles were in just the right place, and the overflow had a place to go, it was a very kinky bathroom. Not to mention the open quality of the john. Beach bathrooms are a little breezy and have that feeling of being highly visible anyway.
When he was down on his knees he started rubbing his dick through his lacy little things. How cute. “Thirsty?” I asked him as he moved his face towards my crotch. I pulled my black cotton thong aside and let out a very satisfying stream.
Usually I like to play with the control of my stream. But I had to piss really bad. It felt great coming out of me, into his mouth. It was bright yellow because of these crazy vitamins I am taking to control my migraines. The morning was dark and drizzley, the bathroom kind of dingy. The bright yellow piss started oozing all over his face. He was lapping at my stream, it was more of a river really, lapping at it like a dog. It felt fantastic to have the clod air on my thighs, my hot piss streaming out all over, him lapping at my pussy, the surfers yakking in the background, the sound of the morning surf, and the proximity of the jogging yuppies made me cum as I pissed out my gallon of water all over this boys face. I just let it flow. I didn’t stop and ask questions, make jokes, tell stories, or aim at his eyes. It felt too good. I just let it rip. Piss everywhere. It got on my pink chucks, on my thighs, all over his face, in his hair, on his panties. I was orgasming and pissing and having a lovely time. When I was finally done I pulled my panties back over my good time, stood up on the toilet, pulled my skirt down, and told him I has to go pick up my mother. She was waiting on me and wondering where the hell I was about the time I was squirting neon yellow piss al over this dude.
I hopped off the pot and told him to send me an email. I headed out to my car, drove away, high as a kite. The energy that I get from pissing on people in public is ecstatic. I end up feeling like a million bucks. I love it. It is so very very fun. This early AM shower was a particularly excellent one. I came on a strangers face. Hot, hot hot!
I hope he calls me Monday. He was adventurous and kind of cute!