Here's some photos from DomCon... it's such a shame I didn't get more.

Myself, Goddess Max of Atlanta, and Kelle.. as well as new Dom whose name escapes me at the moment, but she was a blast.


Mistress LunaSea of Charlotte, NC (who will be coming to Wicked Eden soon, we hope), myself, kelle.


Mistress LunaSea, Mistress Alexia Jordan of Denver, and Myself.



Here's moi, with the slaves!



Kelle and adorable Adelle from Hawaii, in ropework by me and Lady Arielle of NYC.

I'll try to dig up some more later.

I successfully completed another quarter of school, and this one with a pristine 4.0. Finals were this week, and I don't know how I managed to pull out A's in each class, especially considering the limited amount of time I've had to study. etc. If you've been trying to get a hold of me via phone this last week and a half but were unsuccessful, you know why-- I've had my head in a book.

I'm going to take the summer quarter off, because I've got my hands full training new girls, the expansion for Wicked Eden, and trying to get a handle on my websites. Very soon, I'm going to offer phone/cam sessions again during limited hours, so you can keep a watch out for that.

Oh..and in case you didn't already have a huge neon sticker on your calendar:

My Birthday is July 19th!

Don't you dare forget. This one I officially turn the big 25, which apparently makes me halfway between legal to drink and lying about my age. I'll be posting my special birthday wishlist in a few days. :D

So, I'm back home from DomCon, but there was a mountain of stuff to do. Boys who waited so patiently to see me, phone calls and emails by the mountain to return, schoolwork, and oh yes.. a lovely sinus infection.

I'm catching up. Slowly.

Taking a page from Domina M, this will become my new video blog. I will personal entries along with the newest video updates for that week.

About 3 days ago, I really started coming down with something nasty. I think it's some kind of start-of-winter bug.. I hope it's not the flu. (I knew I should've gotten a flu shot!) I ended up cancelling an all day session yesterday that I was really looking forward to, and both sessions today and tomorrow. I'm so trashed I can barely get off the couch. Delightful.

I am going to move my journal directly to my site instead of using LJ, look for the migration soon.

Ugh.. more tea.

So, to continue my short security story...

Packing for extended trips (4+ days) can be quite a chore. I have to pack regular clothing (with matching shoes and accessories, of course), clothing for photoshoots and sessions, with a bag sometimes containing only fetish boots and shoes, and then a bag with my toys. Oh, and let's not forget cosmetics!

Well, my toy bag was extremely heavy, so I decided to split up my more delicate stuff into a smaller suitcase (electrical toys, some elaborate CBT stuff, and then all my anal and vaginal insertables). I also packed all my cosmetics and tolietries into the smaller suitcase, since I was going to carry one more anyway. What I forgot is that getting to the airport at god-awful early, was the restrictions on liquids and gels, and didn't even think of it until I was carrying my laptop and the same small suitcase through the first-class line of the airport's security checkpoint. Not suprisingly, they needed to pull my bag aside-- as I had many bottles of various liquids, including my brand new can of Chi hairspray and all my assorted lubes. I recommended they do a private screening, as I knew how much of the bag had toys in it. The TSA officer raised his eyebrows and said "why?" I told him that I owned a company that produced adult movies and my bag contained lots of "props." I told him I didn't mind him opening the bag out in the open, but I'm sure some of the other travelers might be a little distrubed. So, they call someone else over to check the bag.. and right on top on are some 20 different dildos, anal plugs, and vibrating devices. You should've seen his eyes bulge! I was just waiting, like nothing in the world was wrong with a bag full of sex toys, when they started pulling out all my bottles. My bags were already checked and my plane was leaving soon, so I didn't have time to pack or ship them.

I ended having to trash so many.. and that got me upset. Some of them were very expensive!

2 bottles of BBW lotion
1 bottle of BBW shower gel
1 can of Chi hairspray
2 bottles of Wet
1 bottle of purfume
1 bottle of PES electrolube
More KY jelly
.. the list goes on.

I hope to get some Bath and Body Works gifts for Christmas this year to make up for my losses. I love the Sensual Amber, Japanese Blossom, and the Guilty Pleasures ones (hot chocolate, peppermint, gingerbread, etc). I love their little bags.. check out this one: http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2471569&cp=2484525.2537551.2541607&parentPage=family

Boys who shop at BBW will sure to win some points this year. Just no more shoes! I now have more shoes than clothes-- get me stuff to wear! :D

Ugh.. travel is such a pain!

I stand here in the LV baggage claim, waiting to play musical carousels as the screens are down identifying which flight's baggage is coming out where.

It really wasn't as bad as the cosmic mistake in security. For many people, packing is a straight-forward event. When I go to Vegas (or anywhere where I will be doing photoshoots, sessions, and having fun) I have to pack no less than 4 bags.

Oh.. my friend landed, I'm going to fetch her. Will continue later.

So I went into to see Sarah, my stylist, and was complaining that when I got my hair cut last time at Charles Penzone and asked for layers, they didn't do much expcept trim the length. Well, Sarah is a little on the wild side, and was all too happy to layer my hair up "properly" as well as trim off a few more inches. It's actually shorter than I wanted, but my hair grows almost 2 inches a month, so it will be back down to cleavage level in no time.

Here it is:



Meanwhile, I recorded several new Mp3s for sale through Niteflirt. You can take a look here: Recordings and Downloads There is also a free voice sample if you're curious as to what I sound like.

IKEA trip was cancelled due to scheduling malfunctions and not being able to get a trailer the days I wanted. Looks like I'll go once we return from Vegas. I can't decide whether to paint the fem/soft bondage room a lilac color, or a sky blue. I don't want it to be a grotesquely girly feminization room, because I want to use it for role-playing, regression, and photos.. not just feminization.

I also took a whole slew of new pictures of the dungeon, which you can see here: http://www.DominaSnow.com/indsessions.html

Lookie.. the medical area is completely done!

I can't believe I haven't updated since the post-NYC incident! I've been making myself busy after coming back home, and I've just not been journal-inclined. Speaking to m in Florida this evening reminded me that I needed to let all my followers know that everything A-OK. I've been doing many more phone and cam sessons lately, after all this begging and pleading from those who aren't local or available to travel. I forgot how much fun fucking with your little minds is!

So, update on the idiot from NY with a death wish-- seems he had a past history of violence and drug abuse, against his own mother as well as other professional Dominants. He was identified by a handful of pros in NYC, and his name has been put at the top of the warning list for everyone else. So that's extraordinarily good, and it's been a nice eye-opener for the community about the risks of doing hotel room sessions. As careful as most of us are, we all bend our rules from time to time because we're used to good conduct from our clients.

The medical room is 99% finished! We moved the 300 lb exam table in, along with the cabinet, IV pole, scale, mayo table, gooseneck light, and the small fridge into the green area. We also put chocolate brown vinyl base trim on the bottom, and will put up the charts and diagrams tomorrow.

Thursday is Pittsburgh IKEA day, for which we will venture forth to hunt for 3 mirror-front wardrobes and a matching vanity for the soft bondage/feminization room. I am also all for a wall-mounted shoe shelves, but we'll see. I want to get some type of simple cabinetry for the medical area as well (right now there's a full-height faux wooden cabinet, but the colors don't match the way I want). I'm also going to look for a chaise lounge or the like so I can reconfigure my purple room. Hmmm.. decisions, decisions.

Vegas is coming up next! Master Damiano will be there with me (MasterDamiano.com), as well as my little Dom-in-Training, Miss Minx. Since Damiano and I have begun offering double sessions, the response for those with cuckolding fantasies has been huge! I so enjoy the exquisite art of sexual denial.

2:30 AM?! Time flies when you're having fun..

I would like to first say that the first 3 2/4 days of my trip to NYC were fantastic. I had a great time, enjoyed my sessions, and even had time for some shopping. I wish the end of the trip could have been much better, and it has put a definite poor taste for NYC in my mouth for the time being. There will be no more exceptions. I'm just glad to be back home.


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This was my first professional trip to NYC, after more than a year of sincere requests, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I am no stranger to big cities (while Columbus is one of the nation’s largest cities, I’ve also resided in Houston, Atlanta, Baltimore, DC, etc), but I had reservations about the massiveness of NYC, the hustle and bustle, and the demeanor of the average person that I would come into contact with. Much to my surprise, the reception I received was fantastic, from other Dominants and local dungeons, to the insane number of people who politely requested time during my 4 day stay. I stringently limit my session hours, so that I am always in prime condition. Being NYC, I was pretty heavily booked before I even landed. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday were excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed each session, and was genuinely looking forward to a return trip in around 6 weeks. Then there was Wednesday.

My phone is usually ringing off the hook, sometimes for sessions, sometimes for my multimedia business, sometimes for photo shoots, etc. But I had been called more than 11 times over 2 days by one individual (whom we will call “b”) who politely pleaded for me to have time to see him for a session solely consisting of nipple torture and boot worship. I had insisted that I was booked, but he could complete my application and follow up with an email with his availability, and if I had a cancellation, I would contact him. He completed the application, as he said he would, and on Wednesday I had a last minute cancellation. As promised, I called him and arranged for a much later session, since he stated that he was taking the train into the city, which later proved to be a lie, and couldn't make it during that time slot, which meant the session would have to be at my hotel room instead of at the dungeon. I reminded him about the interview, and he begged just for a short session without the half hour interview. I was honestly irritated by the previous cancellation, as I had gone to great lengths to accommodate this individual, and after 4 days of nothing less than stellar treatment by New Yorkers, I just gave in. Mind you, I have *never* waived the interview requirement, and now I am reminded why.

I am not going to go into the gory details of what happened, but the very condensed version is as follows. The person who appeared at my door was greasy, in unkempt clothing, and smelled like something out of the sewer. His polite and respectful attitude immediately disappeared and in less than a minute, he violently pushed me down, got on top of me, and pinned me to the bed. I managed to free one arm, and delivered a left hook to his head, hitting him so hard that he stumbled off the bed. He threatened me numerous times, rummaged through my room for money, and repeatedly stated that he was going to get me arrested. He fled shortly after I managed to get to my room phone and dial the front desk, which smartly called the police because they heard him forcibly remove the phone from my hand and slam down the receiver.

The police arrived, and to add insult to injury, “b” told them I was a hooker that had run a sex for hire ad on a web site that he couldn't remember, and I had viciously attacked him with a butter knife and tried to rob him, barely escaping with his life. So, I spent more than an hour with officers in the lobby, showing them my web site, my travel announcements, and explaining the difference between legal professional Domination and prostitution, which seemed to overwhelm all of them except one police officer, who had been on the job many years and knew exactly what I was talking about. On top of having to defend myself when I had been assaulted, the supervising officer gave me the choice of pressing charges and having both of us arrested (since I wasn't going to lie about clocking him in the head to get him off of me), or allowing him to go home so that "we can forget the whole thing happened." So, the scumbag went home and I got to go back to the scene of the crime. On the way up the elevator back to my room, it hit me. What if I hadn’t been able to defend myself? What if he had a weapon? I could have been raped, injured, maybe killed—all for what?

Most professional Dominants have particular methods in which we do things, and for good reason. I have rather strict standards, because I am a control freak, I am big on compatibility between the Dominant and the submissive/bottom, and to prevent the chance of such incidents. As such, I always need an application and there is a mandatory interview prior to any session, which I've oft been criticized for. So, I broke the cardinal rule of requiring an interview in a location that afforded me safety, before agreeing to a session. I take full responsibility for putting myself at risk and I'll happily take all the criticism that can be mustered for requiring an interview before any sessions. I am thankful that I was not hurt and that all that happened was a grueling episode and a lack of sleep -- but I consider myself lucky. This could have been any of us, and it could have gone tragically. I will take it all in stride, and simply abide by my own rules. No more exceptions.

I just landed about an hour ago, and I'm getting to enjoy the lovely pleasures of a shuttle service. Hope to get into my hotel by 6.

I'm looking forward to touring some of the top dungeons for more ideas. I'll be doing sessions at Elizabeth's, which is decently close to my hotel.

Wheee. ;)

Ugh.. so tired. Why is it that I just seem to get busier right before I go somewhere? I'll be in NYC October 1st through the 4th, and already the requests are rolling in. I don't quite understand why the enormous response when traveling into the city, considering they have more pro Doms than any other city, including LA. Now, I know that I am one of a kind, but most random bottoms don't know that. So why the mad scramble to come see me? Perhaps I just look like Supreme Bitch.

I won't complain, it will make another successful trip, no doubt.

The medical area's floor gets done tomorrow, with more paint being bought to finish up the rooms. I'm still deciding whether or not to buy a convential medical cabinet, or to get a generic cabinet and paint it to match the table. I also can't wait to put in a GS box. Mmm. :)

All three walls of the medical area are completely painted, both coats. It was an absolute BITCH to patch and sand those walls. They looked like hell!! But now the medical area is a nice soothing shade of Let-the-Doctor-Probe-Your-Ass green. Floor gets done tomorrow, and the little strips along the wall at the floor as on Sunday.

My GORGEOUS dining room table arrived last week, courtesy of my doctor slave-in-training. Lighted buffet and all, with a cool pad to protect the top during meals and whatnot. The chairs are so comfy (I'm sitting in one now). I love the deep cherry color, it goes so well with the cherry aquarium cabinet in the adjoining formal living room.

It looks like I'll be going to NYC sooner than expected. Next week, actually. I'll post confirmed dates when they materialize. I know that will make so many of you very excited, and you've been waiting so long to see me. I'm rather anxious to hit a Broadway show and some shopping while I'm there, and I MUST do a few photo shoots. We don't have rooftops like NYC here.

By the way, I fixed my mailing list, so if you tried to sign up and were unsuccessful, you can try again now.

I had a whopping 4 hours sleep last night, so I'm headed to bed. Good night!

Quote of the day:

"Why am I a flying carpet one moment, and then a doormat the next? Jeez." - j

Classic! Or.. not so classic, but still funny!

So, I sit at the Birmingham Airport, which is surprisingly rather clean and (due to it's size) took only 10 minutes to get to the ticket counter and through the no-line security point. The whole time, TSA people are cheering on about OSU (having seen my Columbus driver's license). So my 30 minutes of extra time will be spent hopefully doing a bit of work before heading back home. One short layover in Charlotte (which does NOT have internet access; what the hell? Little ol' Alabama does!), and then I get into Columbus in the afternoon.

I stayed at this very elaborate golf resort here in Birmingham by special request, and it was extremely enjoyable. I don't play golf, but I could certainly appreciate a view that made Muirfield look like someone's back yard. Atlanta was also very enjoyable, and yes, puppies, I will be coming back. We got some excellent photos taken (although no video), and I look forward to doing more back inside the massive dungeon.

As soon as I reach Columbus, I pick up Katana from her boarding resort. It's a little unreal! The place is called the Pet Palace, and is literally 2 minutes from the airport, which makes it very convenient for me. My little 4 month old Siamese kitten has been the center of attention, and has been staying in her own kitty townhouse with a window view. For dogs, this place has "royal dog suites" featuring litttle TVs and web cams, to check in on them! I told them they need the same for the cats, for the wacko pet people like me. It's pretty pricey for boarding, but my furball is worth it.

Here's Katana icognito!


The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades...

Well, this is day 3 of my Atlanta trip, and has been the most successful so far. Miss Whip and I shot for a few hours for her site (and mine, which is still in the works. of course, behind RMW and SlaveCollege). 1763 is a gorgeous establishment, more than 10,000 sq. feet, as well as having a "bed and bondage," which means I've been staying here as well.

I just got done with the last sessions of the evening, and I'm exhausted and starving. Food!

Oh, I wouldn't forget to put up a pic... ;) Like my ropework?

Moving is going very well, albeit slowly. Only one more carload of stuff from the townhouse, and everything will be fully moved. There's been snags along the way-- beginning with the icemaker not working because the water line to it had been turned off. After turning it on, it began to leak all over the kitchen. Then, the master bath is apparently leaking into the garage ceiling, and the upstairs bathroom door doesn't shut all the way.

Thank God for land contract; it's the owner's problem to fix it all for at least another 11 months.

Everything is scattered across the house in box after box, and I can't find a thing without spending 20 minutes rifling through a cardboard and plastic wonderland. I took my godkids to the OH Renaissance Faire today, and it took nearly an hour to find all the clothing! We only went for a few hours, but it was very pleasant. The weather has taken a definite cool turn, and that makes wearing all that velvet a comfortable day. We even went into Outback for dinner, mostly dressed up. The 14-year-old looked to die of humiliation for having to been seen in public all dressed, but he got over it. I've done enough renaissance events and faires that you simply get used to not changing before going out to eat or getting gas, so it didn't phase me in the least. Heck, during Pennsic, you'll see dozens of people at the local Wal-Mart dressed in their garb, filling baskets with snacks and extra candles.

You know, I'm a bit miffed! My double rolls of toilet paper are too big for my spacious master bath (with glass shower and soaking tub, ooh) paper holders, so it gets stuck when you try to use it. Bleh! More stuff to get. I need new lamps now too, as none of the bedrooms or living room have light fixtures in the ceiling. I'm not complaining, I rather like the look of floor lamps more than fixtures, though I will be putting in at least one ceiling fan in my master bedroom vaulted ceiling.

Master Bedroom. Hmm. Suppose that should be Mistress Bedroom, eh? ;)

After some rearranging of schedule and travel, I decided to make the move happen over the majority of the weekend, enlisting help from a few big burly types, and get moved into the new house sooner rather than later. Things are making their happy ways into boxes, and we're loading the living room now. I love moving at night, it's so quiet. We'll get the bulk of things moved now, and will leave the expensive bedroom sets for the professional movers in the early part of the week. With as much money as I have invested in that furniture, I want someone held liable if there's the smallest little nick. Makes me glad I got that extended warranty.

On top of that, one of my pets bought a new dining room table and buffet for the new house to replace the very "country-ish" one I had already. Truth be told, I don't favor light woods, and the new ones is a deep shade of mahogany, just like my bedroom set. He also splurged on a new kitchen table, glass and stone, and a matching baker's rack. I do looooove new things.