Role Reversal

Sitting in our hotel room in Seattle, we are all unpacked and about to head out for some shopping goodness. Jason has big plans of a couple of Nordstroms and specialty stores today -- I get to play a unique role.

I'll be playing "wife". Sitting outside of the change room in a chair, with the baby, waiting for my man to finish trying on copious amounts of well made clothing.

Special Treatment

There is nothing worse, than someone in email begging. Or grovelling. Especially for something to do with sex.

There is a man that has been continously emailing me as of late. He wants to become a Lounge member, but does not want to go the usual route.

You see, this man has written me because he believes he possesses special skills and because of this, he wants special treatment.

This man makes the assumption that telling me that he is hot and open minded will get him into the Lounge without needing to do the mandatory orientation class that our other 1011 members have had to complete.

I don't care who you are.
I don't care what your erotic skill set is.
I don't care who you know.
I don't care how well you can use your tool.
I don't care that you think you are a fantastic lover.
I don't care how much experience you have.
I don't care if you are a switch hitter.
I don't care how much money or education you have.

None of it matters. Nothing personal about you will change the process that is necessary for you to become a member of my corner of the world.



What matters to me...

1. Are you 19 years +
2. Do you have government issued current photo ID
3. That you book and arrive on time to orientation
4. That you listen to our Rules and Policies
5. That you follow along
6. That you don't try and be a special snowflake
7. That you have a firm grasp of where you are


Membership to Libido Lounge happens only one way. The right way.

Masterful Cock Sucking & Hand Jobs Class - Surrey, BC

In a couple of weeks, you'll find me on a Friday night in Surrey, teaching Masterful Cock Sucking & Hand Jobs. It is “the class that will change it all for you”.

General Info


Friday, January 28, 2011
7:00 - 9:00 PM
O'Behave Adult Store
13672 108 Avenue Surrey
$25 / $45 couple - presale only, none at the door, non refundable
no dress code - day to day wear

Description

Giving great head and a fantastic hand job is an erotic activity that takes practice, time and the belief that a job worth doing is worth doing really, really well.

Jennifer will spend the evening demonstrating oral & hand techniques that you too will be able to master by night's end.

This class will cover basic anatomy, hygiene and preparing for blow jobs, a blow job, and a full on hand job along with stroking and sucking techniques for the beginner cocksucker to the more advanced fellatio aficionado, who also will learn deep throat skills and gagging help. There will be tips on toys, lube, positions, and how to set the mood.

A fantastic class. Fun and informative to listen to, even better if you choose to practice along on aids that will be provided.

Please bring a notebook and pen to class.

Open to men and women, couples and singles.

Your ticket allows you to shop the day of the class and receive 20% off items purchased.

*swag bags provided to attendees

To purchase your ticket, contact O'Behave now
(604) 581-0022

Questions

jennifer@libidoevents.com

Animal Play Vancouver

A. wrote me weeks ago before a party asking if I wanted or needed anything brought to me. Sweet girl. I told her I enjoy chicken sub sandwiches from Subway and what veggies I am partial to.

Another week goes by and she writes me prior to attending another event and asks if I want a chicken sub. A. is also a submissive. The abbreviation for submissive is sub. I tell her to stop calling herself a chicken and to just bring me a sub. (submissive = herself)

She laughs. I laugh. Together we think we are funny.

Then she sends me a photo of Chicken Little, it was like she was mocking me.

So I sent her a picture of chicken anatomy.

Then she email me that she will be attending Dirty Girls. (which was last night) Well well, I think to myself. This is my chance.

I have always been curious about animal play and now I have started formulating an evil plan of naughtiness.

I tell A. that we are going to have a play date. Thankfully, she says yes. Consent is critical, you know?

I had already enlisted the assistance of two gorgeous women, each known to both me and the chicken.

After A. arrives to the party and has some settle in time, I have a friend warm her up, by tenderizing her a little with a lovely flogging.

Then A. is told to climb onto the gynecological table for me. She does so without missing a beat. She is naked and behaving well.

Next I ask her to "cluck". She chuckles once hesitantly, then starts "clucking", over and over again.

I attempt to put a comb onto her head, alas it does not work, the birds head is too big.

Suddenly next to me is another woman holding a mixing bowl. I can smell the contents of the bowl as I am watching the chicken be trussed, legs open wide. Arms tied tight, flapping like a bird.

A. clucked so beautifully once bound, it was like the bondage aided her submission.

It was about at this point, that the birds eye widened enough that I knew, she was aware of her destiny.

I donned a glove, reached inside the bowl and grabbed a handful of Stove Top stuffing and started stuffing it inside the birds open cavity.

I fingered in as much as possible amidst the laughter, then I grabbed a Hitatchi and masturbated that damn bird until the stuffing was shooting out of it.

That chicken was stove TOPPED.

Reading is sexy

"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them" - John Waters

Deviant Dining

Tonight was Deviant Dining at the Lounge, our pot luck, dinner event for our members and their guests. It's a social happening that we have run monthly without fail since we opened three years and two months ago.

Twenty eight people came out for by far the most superior meal ever compiled at this event. The food was all such amazing quality and in such grand quantities -- I was stuffed. Everyone attending went out of their way to either make something original or they stopped for yummy take out.

Doors open at 6:30 and dinner is served at 7. So most people are on their way home by 8:30. When 9 rolled around people were still sitting around lost in deep conversation that by the time they all left it was a 3 hour meal.

Thanks to everyone who came out to dine, to talk and to be social.

Every event that happens at the Lounge is an "opportunity".

An opportunity to be known, to be seen, to be introduced, to be asked, to invite, to check him out, to check her out, to gain confidence, to not be alone, to be a part of something, to conspire, to expand your horizons, to see something new, to move your boundaries, to face yourself, to be you, to be known.

Unless you give the Lounge a try, you'll just never know for yourself why it is so special to so many people.

Vows for 2011

Resolutions are something I think about each year and that's been a constant since I was about 10 years old.

When I was younger, one resolution I made every year that I also failed, was "Grow my nails out and stop biting them". I made that vow every single year, and within days was chewing on my fingernails again sadly. It took me till I was an adult, to stop this bad habit.

When I was a teenager I had a resolution for a number of years, to " be married". That lasted but a couple of years before I grew up enough to realize that I wanted partners, not "a" partner.

As a young adult, my more mature resolutions revolved around making amends with my family of origin. I tried, only to learn the lesson that there is a reason for most family break downs and sometimes that means relationships are not salvageable.

In my late twenties my resolutions were to be a good single parent, find enough work to pay my bills, and for us to live well rounded lives. Success was ours wearily.

In my early thirties my goals were around activism, personal pride and internal strength. I surpassed my expectations.

The last few years, my resolutions have encompassed creating new life, recreating our family unit, building an empire, and developing the skills sets necessary to survive and thrive professionally and personally.

2011 is the year of health.
2011 is the year of wealth.
2011 is the year of community.

New Years Eve Party Vancouver 2011

If you are not a part of the Lounges NYE Extravaganza this evening, you should be kicking yourself in the ass right about now.


Hot damn, the guest list is massive.
The food ordered is unbelievable.
Doors prizes abound.
The fire play show is going to captivate you.
Clever folks have packed their toy bags already.
People are plotting sexy escapades.
And we can't wait.

There are but a few, tickets remaining.

Are you coming to party with us?

SEAF 2011

Seattle Erotic Art Festival -- Now Accepting Art Submissions!


Calling all artists! The Seattle Erotic Art Festival is now accepting art submissions for the ninth annual event, to be held May 20-22, 2011 at Fremont Studios.

The Festival is seeking visual art of all media, short film/video, interactive installations and literary art. All artists 18+ are encouraged to submit art now. Full details, deadlines, and guidelines available at Seattle Erotic.

The early-bird submission fee is only $20 if you submit by January 15, midnight PST. The fee includes a Friday ticket to the Festival ($30 value, non-transferable, non-refundable).

Selected art will be professionally showcased throughout the three-day event to thousands of patrons. This is a fantastic opportunity!

Spread the word, and sign up for our free newsletter to receive updates.

Up In The Air

Like many Bloggers that I know who do on-line journaling, I too am facing some challenges with maintaining regular postings.

I mean really, every day I have content. My professional and personal life are ripe with scenarios worthy of capturing into words for you.

Yet, I struggle. Life gets in the way, you know?

It's time for this blog to undergo a transformation from what it is, to something that interfaces with social media readily, is more reader friendly and that is cleaner to look at.

What I have to offer in professionally and has changed since this blog started and finding a way to reflect this has been a daunting task, but one I feel like I am close to completing.

Ch .. ch .. changes are coming....

Quote

"If shes amazing, she wont be easy. If shes easy, she wont be amazing. If s hes worth it, you wont give up. If you give up, your not worthy, ... Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for." - Bob Marley

Our Little Man

Breath

In Oriental Medicine, there are 72 meridians or energy pathways along which life force, or chi, flows through your body. Several of those meridians help regulate the emotional experience of life. From this medical perspective, the connection between sex and emotion stems from the fact that all pathways, which regulate emotional energy, pass through your genitals. When strong, dramatic moments between lovers lead to great "make-up" sex or low-grade anger and resentment leads to a withdrawal from sex, it is because of the effect emotionally-charged chi has as it flows through the genitals.

The End: Personal Ethics

Relationships end, this is inevitable. I'm sure that for most of us, we aspire to have things come to a close on a note that feels positive. Though sadly, this is not always possible.

Ends can be traumatic, they can also be filled with growth. Ends can be sad, they can be also joyous. Ends can be the beginning of something new, or the sorrowful goodbye of something no longer working.

Is it possible to be in a place of hurt, loss, grieving, anger and frustration and still act rationally? To still see and care, how we are impacting on another.

How have you ended a relationship in such a way that you honored, respected and payed tribute to, what was once so important?

Ends get a bad rap all the time, tell me how they could be better, please.

Email Me

SUBJECT LINE: Endings

EMAIL: jennifer@libidoevents.com

New Years Eve Party Vancouver 2010

Over 40% of these tickets are already sold.
Ticket prices goes up on the 15th, then again on Christmas day.
Write me to arrange payment. jennifer@libidoevents.com



A NYE EXTRAVAGANZA

Time: 8:00 and till 2 AM.
Cost PP: $40 till Dec 15 / $50 till Dec 25/ $60 till Dec 31 - non refundable

All your snacks, nibblies and drinks are included in your ticket price, as well as naughty supplies.

Music, live performances, play areas, social spaces, food and lots of it, friends, laughter, sexiness, playfulness and a party worthy of welcoming 2011.

Projector screen show and door prizes all night long.

Games, Cuddling and the chocolate fountain!

Bring your ropes. Bring your play toys. There will be plenty of people to play with.

All tickets must be pre purchased and are limited to the first 80 members and their guests. (non member guests pay $5 more per ticket)

Life Time Lounge Members may attend for the nominal cost of $10. (this is not a LL event)

Email Jennifer@libidoevents.com to make payment

A Year Old

We made it. A year ago last week I gave birth to this gorgeous young man. Pickles first year has been filled with more joy, family, friends and love than can even be imagined.

To all of you who know our family and who have celebrated alongside us, thank you.

Erotic Photography Vancouver

In 2006 I had the acclaimed David Steinberg give a presentation here in Vancouver for Libido Events. While visiting, David stayed with me and we even found time for a photo shoot. I dug out a few images that I'm willing to share!

The Road Less Travelled - 3

As with all summer mornings the day began early for me as the heat and light crept into the bedroom, I was suddenly wide awake. With acute attention to detail I set about completing my usual house hold tasks before the day was to stifling.

When he came for me I was cleaning in the kitchen and awaiting his coffee. With a single motion I was beckoned back to where we had slept.

To my surprise, in front of the bed I had made just a short while ago, there was a tripod set up. Atop it, was a video camera.

He sat me on the end of the bed and then began to speak in a very matter of fact tone. Of course, he had my undivided attention.

"This button starts recording and this one stops recording," he handed me the remote control as he was saying this.

Out of his black denim back pocket he pulls out the one implement that makes me want to vomit, just upon seeing it.

"This button here is how you turn this on. No charge will come out if the button is not deployed. Push it in flesh, then push the button. Do you understand?"

Ferociously angry already, I want to storm out of the room. Instead I utter "yes Sir" through my gritted teeth.

"You Jennifer are going to make a video. A movie that is going to make me hot. You are going to use this cattle prod on yourself repetitively over and over again in such ways that I'll be proud of your efforts for me."

Terrified at the thought at being harmed so badly, by myself, at my own hand, with no one there to lean on, my head swam.

"Jennifer, later we'll watch it together and you can tell me how it went for you. Don't let me down now, I expect you to do something memorable with this opportunity to please me."

"How many times do I have to do?" I choke out. "How many?" "Please Sir, don't make me do this, not without you, please NO."

The words "I can't" are banished from my vocabulary in this relationship and other reasoning falls on someone unwilling to bend.

"You will Jennifer, you will do it. And you'll do it for me and as for how many times, you'll stop zapping yourself, when you are sure, that I would be done with you if I were here.

And with that he walked out of the house. I heard his car head down the drive way.

I'm sobbing as I throw with such force that cattle prod across the room that I am suddenly fearful that I have broken it.

Retrieving the damn black box of doom I hold it in one hand as I shakily turn on the recorder with the other. For what seems like an eternity I negotiate with myself where I am going to use this.

Unable to stand for the life of me, I sit cross legged and naked on the bed. I can feel the argument brewing, its soon to boil over and out of me.

I'm thrashing on the bed. Yelling about the injustice. Demanding to be owned by you, without needing to do the work. "I hate you for making me do this".

It's all I can do to push the prongs from the cattle prod into my thigh where it lights me up and sends me yelping. The electricity is coursing through my body and snot bubbles are blowing out my nose.

Zap! Zzzzz. Zap, Zap, ZAP.

What's over the top? Once you've actually started something it can be hard to tell any longer. When I no longer had any sensibilities left, I shoved the cattle prod between my legs and electrocuted my clitoris. Instinctively I knew he would want to see this, to know I had done to myself what he would have done if he had been present.

So many times I lost count, I just rolled with it. Harming myself for you, doing your will, I want to be yours.

Sheets are wet with sweat and pee. My bladder control lost long ago. Humility has washed over me and I am spent with submission.

I turn off the video camera and tidy the room that has just been ransacked by my antics.

My knees are unstable and I feel lite headed, I can hardly believe what I have done to myself for this man.

Hours later he arrives back home and kisses my forehead, his touch I have been starved for. I had suffered alone, I hungrily soak up the reward. Called upon to fetch him a drink I scamper off and do as told.

I find him in the bedroom, in his chair, awaiting me to remove his shoes and kiss his feet. I kneel before him as he hits Play.

The opening scene is me screaming holding the cattle prod and telling him that I hate him for making me do this. I am so scared that he will be upset about my outburst.

He strokes my cheek and tells me he's proud of me for enduring all I did for him and then I notice his erection.

The Road Less Travelled - 2

Dinner out at a beautiful restaurant was a rare treat, in fact, it had never happened before. The chance to dress up in pretty clothing and dine with my Sir was most special to me and an evening that I had been working hard towards. This was a reward for my good behavior.

After dinner I was confused as we drove a route that would not take us home. Instead we went to a place where hot tubs can be rented by the hour in private rooms, never before having experienced such a facility I was intrigued by the opportunity. We soaked, relaxed and talked, it was all so low key.

Our protocols were in place, I knew how to behave and this night on the town was more "romantic" than anything we had ever done before. I felt spoiled by the attention and I am sure that if anyone would have been looking in at us, they would have assumed that we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

But that would be the farthest thing from the truth. I am aspiring to be his slave and he is the man I serve, this is the foundation of our relationship.

The drive home was memorable, he held my hand as though I would be his forever. The strength of his hold on me both emotionally and physically was intense.

Banished to the play room once back, I hastily remove my clothes. After an eternity he is standing in the doorway. My favorite CD in the whole world is playing suddenly and the sounds of the music fill the room. I swoon, thinking he is going to come in and kiss me.

A chair is placed in the center of the room with another next to it. I am told to get up from my knees and to sit on the brown one. I do so, without hesitation. There is nothing else spoken between us.

Rope is pulled out. His smile is in his eyes, they are twinkling. Something out of the ordinary is about to happen, perhaps he is going to touch me the way I like this evening.

Each of my arms, is tied to a chair arm. Beads of sweat are across my brow and the heavy drops are making there way down the back of my neck. Naked, I am shivering and feeling something that resembles, anxiety.

Why I am unsure. The whole night has been so charming, it could only end with more pleasantness right?

Then I remember as my head comes out of the clouds that this man is NOT my boyfriend, he is my Top, my Dominant and he is a Sadist.

Horrified I realize that this whole night has been orchestrated to get my guard down. And it's down. It's so far down, that I know, I am in trouble.

As the light of some candles in the room hit the stainless steel it had my full undivided attention. What in the hell was it? I was curious and scared.

"Jennifer, you are my girl, and you want to please me yes?"

"Yes, but tell me how first", "what must I do to please you?" I am crying hot tears, shamefully even before knowing what was about to happen.

As I saw the cigar trimmer in his palm my eyes bugged out round and frenzied.

"No," is all I say over and over again forcefully as I struggle to find a way to calm my body. I am on over load and feeling as though I am about to take flight.

I know my safe word, I can make this all stop.

"Use your safe word then Jennifer" he says as he voyeuristically watches the panic wash over me.

"No".

I don't want what you want to do to me and I can't safe word. I can not let us down like that.

Your huge hand holds my left one still and I stare in disbelief as the trimmer is lined up to my finger.

He looks me in the eyes and breathes deeply deliberately, encouraging me to do the same.

The music is loud but not as deafening as my screams.

The very tip of a finger falls to the floor and I am hysterical.

In a fast and methodical motion the ropes are cut and my arms are freed. My finger is wrapped in gauze and my Sir lifts me up in his embrace.

I bury my face in the mat of fur that is his chest and shake uncontrollably as I am carried to the bedroom.

Tonight, instead of sleeping on the floor next to the bed, I have earned the privilege of sleeping with my Sir.

As he wraps me in his arms, he whispers in my ear "you were a very good girl Jennifer, you made me proud."

I pray fervently to one day be his.

The Road Less Travelled

I strive hard to not let go of control, it's all I've got really. So when the man I so desired to play with me expressed interest, I was unnerved. How the hell would I handle myself, it's not like I am known for being the most submissive.

Weeks later I am naked on my knees in his home. He has taken all my clothing, my purse and my car keys. I am far away from anyone I know in a place where no one knows me. I am not afraid he is a monster and will kill me. Rather I am anxious he will do as I am desperate for and actually exploit my masochism to the depth that I seek.

As he enters the room I have been kneeling in I meet his gaze and say not a word. My hair is firmly gripped within his fist, "are you sure this is what you want Jennifer"?

My head bobs up and down affirmatively. My heart is beating rapidly and my mind is screaming "YES".

My teeth chattered a little as he slapped my face. My eyes welled up with tears fast. A hand around my throat, tightening, till I gasp. Another slap lands perfectly across my cheek and my head sways.

Crying, trembling and yet we'd not even started to play yet. I knew this.

He was saying hello.

This was my last chance.

To get back in my car and drive away back to my safe-little world.

As he grabbed me by the hair again and stared me darkly in the eyes, he said "what are your limits"?

I struggled to think straight. Yes, yes, I knew my boundaries.

And with that our relationship began.