I have fallen behind with my blogging, but September was somehow very busy. There was Folsom Street Fair (of which more later) but also a whole series of sessions with out of town visitors. Maybe they were visiting for Folsom Street Fair or Oracle Open World or just one of the many conferences and conventions that happen in San Francisco, but there do seem to have been quite a few visitors this past month.

With local slaves, especially those who are regulars, I typically see them at one of the two or three dungeon spaces I use. Part of that is access to equipment. My spaces are very well appointed, so I have ready access to cuffs, crosses, paddles, whips, butt plugs, masks, gloves… Basically whatever is needed or whatever my imagination decides is needed. It would be so boring if my slaves got to decide what was going to happen to them. So while they might express preferences, in the end I am in control and I decide what happens. 

But with visitors it is different. They do not feel comfortable traveling around the City (even though it is actually quite easy – they should take a ride share?), so I tend to meet them at their hotels.

Before I moved here I was a software executive for a British software company and traveling here on business myself. And I used to predominantly stay in nice 3 or 4 or 5 star hotels here in the City. That was much nicer than staying down in Palo Alto or Mountain View or San Jose. That felt like a cultural wasteland. So it always felt easier to stay here and accept that I would join the reverse commute down 280 for business meetings. If I was lucky the meeting and/or customer would be a startup in an incubator on Sand Hill Road – which was actually only a 40 minute drive (in forgiving traffic).

But now I am walking into fancy hotels in San Francisco or down in the Valley dressed in business casual (I am a software professional after all) with a tote bag containing all my toys, knowing that my slave is upstairs ready to submit. I look the part – like I am taking a VC meeting. But then my slave will see the other part of me – the rather cruel, unforgiving, torturing part of me… In a swanky nicely appointed room. Perhaps we will get room service? I am in control – I am in charge. That’s just how I am.

Ms Emilie