Katastrophe incarnate

Good evening Darlings! Today dragged me like a puppy with a new toy, and while you can all be assured I looked amazing during the event itself, you find a very tired and disgruntled Lady this evening. 

    I attended a wedding today, small affair really, and for that I don’t know if I should be grateful or hateful. 

   My aunt, who did not disclose her supposed kinks beforehand, married her longtime fiancé in a small ceremony with only a smattering of family. Her parents and his, his daughter her sister and niece. The reception had a few more people. 

Darlings, this sham of a reception had neither alcohol nor music! There was no dancing, nor any fun to be found. We were to eat, see them feed one another cake, and stare sickeningly into each others eyes. 

It was simply too much! I couldn’t even sneak in a small flask in my garter because my mother confiscated it before we left, worried I’d offend the groom’s parents! 

Well the joke was entirely on her, as at least 20 minutes of the reception were spent with the two commenting on my various visible tattoos! The half sleeve of a kraken breaking a ship in half was a very popular topic of discussion, let me tell you! 

So now what do you think I’m doing, now I’ve reached home? My heels and bra discarded, hair haphazardly tied up on top of my head? 
if you answered “making Margaritas while your partner runs out for tacos?” you’d be correct. Brilliant man took one look at my face and grabbed the keys and called my father to meet him in the car, good tacos are required. 

This night is looking up!

I’m alive and in one piece! 
While detail is not important here, suffice to say I’ve had too much day today. 
  I’m exhausted from boring activities, things I didn’t actually care about, and the most stimulation I got was a hot shower when I made it home midday to change clothes. 
  
    I cosplayed as a normal adult today, and while the mask was effective, the length of time I wore it has left me exhausted and irritated. My partner swears tomorrow will be better but I’m yet to see how. 

     For now, there’s chocolate truffles and a glass of sweet wine waiting for me. The Lady is taking her down time and will guard it militantly if required! 

To tease or not to tease? 

hmmmmmm

 I think we all know the answer.

Hello darlings! 

As a spooky goth Lady, I have some simple do’s and don’t’s for the spooky time fun that is Halloween! Over the years I’ve seen some very upsetting results when killer costumes become major headaches! Please accept this oh so humble advice, rather than suffering unduly through November! 

First, hair color! 
  If you wish to sport a fantastic new hue for the night I suggest the spray in colors, wigs, or hair chalks. Depending on the color of your natural hair these options can be vibrant and fun without the possible damage of bleaching and semi-demi permanent dyes. There are several zillion wig styling tutorials online now, so “I don’t know how” is less of an excuse than ever before. 
    Now as a person that regularly bleaches, dyes and cares for such hair year round it’s not a “one and done” situation. I use a harsh process for my hair, and spend weeks between coloring nursing it back to health. Unless you have the time, skills, and patience for this, or the disposable income to trust the process to a salon? Use one of the temporary solutions above. 

Next Makeup! 
  If you aren’t a “makeup person” pick your look with you costume, and practice it at least three times before the day of. I know that seems like a lot, but trust me, you need to know a) you can achieve the look, and b) no adverse effects await you. Applying adhesive the night of to find out your actually allergic, makes for a wretched evening.
     You may be able to find an alternative beforehand if you know in advance something won’t work, and that saves frustration when we should be enjoying ourselves. 
    

    Finally, Costumes! 
    Pick one and stick to it, with the options out there today there’s  ready made costumes in all shapes and sizes, but be realistic about what you’re willing to put the effort into. I’ve seen fantastic looks made on the tightest budgets and full screen accurate costumes flop for lack of effort on the wearer. If you want to put in effort, then do so, if you don’t that’s fine too. But don’t whine when your black catsuit didn’t turn you into Anne Hathaway or Michelle Pfiefer. And don’t think I’ve forgotten you boys out there, I don’t want to hear any complaints that your cape and hammer didn’t turn you into a Hemsworth! 

     Costumes should be fun, makeup and hair and all of that are for fun! So please put the amount of effort in you need to go enjoy the holiday, and see what mischief we can all get into! I hope to see all kinds of fun being had this year! 
   

I’m trying to keep calm, even though inside I’m flying apart. 

I’m trying to breathe, even though my lungs feel filled with gel and each inhale a Herculean effort. 

 I’m trying to be attentive, even though in my head I’ve left the room, the building, the town. 
 
I’m trying to remind myself this is temporary, even though I feel like I’ll never feel anything but this again. 

I’m trying to stay collected, even though I want to rip away these clothes like they’re made of fire ants and rough spun wool instead of soft cotton. 

I’m trying to smile and be “normal” even though my face aches at the motion and my eyes tell the truth of my feelings without permission. 

I’m trying to remember this will pass, even though it feels like it’s been hours instead of the minutes since the feeling started. 

I’m trying. 

Monday has come again and I tired, still sore, and enjoying more coffee. But not quite awake enough to share. Blurb now, story time later ! 

I’ve had an eventful day, filled with more interesting things than I care to discuss tonight. 
  
   My legs are tired, hips sore, back aches, and a variety of small places on my chest, neck, and shoulders throb deliciously in that way that only fresh bruises do. Other places feel swollen and ache just right. 
 

      Final count was 29-1, and his reward will be Substantial once we are both recovered enough. 

    A shower and macarons with a beloved movie is just the ticket tonight. 

My partner is generally a very well behaved sub. But even the best behaved servants slip up sometimes.

   Today was one such day. 
  The infraction itself is of no matter here, only that he broke a rule and a lenient Lady is a sloppy Lady. He knew the consequences. 
   I entered our room to find him kneeling and ready at the foot of the bed. Clothing fold neatly on the trunk, his hands behind his back. 
   He explained his infraction and listed off the punishment to come. I looked to the bed behind him and saw the items laid out properly. 

   I sat and allowed him to undress me, taking off my boots, stockings, and my top. Leaving me in my bra and skirt. I took these off myself and tied my robe loosely at the waist. 
   I tied his balls and applied the electrodes carefully, two to his cock, one across the perineum, and one across his tied balls. Laid across the bed hands with his hands and feet tied to the bedposts. He must endure 30minutes. 
     By minute five he’s whimpering, but he doesn’t tap out. 
   At the 20 mark I give him the option to up the intensity to earn a reward. Even through his whimpers he begged to earn his reward. I upped the intensity and he nearly cried but the final ten minutes left him whimpering but unsatisfied. 
   He’d impressed me enough to earn a reward. This time the sounding rods look the most appealing, and what better angle to utilize such devices than riding his face? 
  A most satisfactory evening all around. 

I am a dominant woman. 
and 

I am an exhibitionist. 
and 

I am a Lady. 
  For those who have difficulty with reconciling some of these, please broaden your horizons. These conversations where you try and tell me what I am allowed to enjoy in any one of those specific designations? They were old before you finished the first line, please refrain in future. 
   Now if you’d like to further discuss how I can be all three of these things at once? Respectful messages and chats are encouraged and I will explain my exploits in explicit detail if you wish. 
  

Someone out there must have called my name three times, and I am summoned to cause mischief and trouble once more! Join me for the ride, darlings! You won’t wish to be left out! 

   I think by now we are aware that Lady Kat is a creature of whimsy and chaos, that there are some who call her a force of nature, and one not to be trifled with at that? That she’s well in possession of her faculties, whether her logic is understandable to anyone besides herself or not? Yes, good, you lovely people catch on so quickly. 

   Unfortunately the peasants of my little hamlet, the good townsfolk of my little burg? They are proving very slow on the uptake indeed. 
   Not the students, children of legal age that forget their manners and basic decorum upon entering the dormitory of whichever local school they’re attending. These don’t bother me, watching the light drain from their eyes as they draw closer and closer to real life and sneer at the new freshmen coming in who are just as obnoxious as they were such a short time ago? Them I can tolerate. 

   No, it’s these baffling encounters like the one I had on my walk today. I wasn’t home or it’s have been solitary and perfect. Instead it was ridiculous. 
   I was halfway down the path, dressed modestly enough in a sports bra and leggings, since I wasn’t doing a jog or run with my sinuses aggressively congested. I had just hit the 3/4 mile mark when a woman approached me. There was a mortified looking young man with her who given their similarities in features could only have been her son. He could have been anywhere between 16-20 from the height and features, the woman was easily pushing fifty if not older. She didn’t appear to be hiding her age but if she scowls like that regularly it really does age ones face. 
  Anyways I move to the side of the path to let them by, but she blocks my path. I turn off my audiobook and ask if I can help her. 

  Mistake number one was allowing her to speak. 
    She spends the next few minutes scoffing at my question and glaring pointedly at my exposed midriff, I looked down to see if I’d sprouted tentacles or an extra arm. The young man tried to retreat into his hoodie like he was caving in on himself. 
   She then calls me a slur for sexworkers, and demands I cover myself. 
  Strike two. 
  Stunned I look to the young man with the universal “is she off her meds” look, and notice he’s a shade of red only slightly darker than the burgundy hoodie he is wearing. He’s attempting to look at my left earlobe as best I can tell, seemingly fearing making eye contact or looking at anything lower. Poor lad. 
  Then the woman begins ranting. Now I’m a fan of a good rant but the content of hers left me livid. From what I could get between her pitiful attempts at shaming me, her son is a student at one of the local colleges, and during their walk today she caught him watching me. It was nearly 80F today so not exactly hoodie weather for most people, and she said he couldn’t take it off because he’d “reacted” to my “nakedness”. 
  At this point the young man looked like he was praying some gods of old would come kill him where he stood, and my mirth at the ridiculousness of the situation died. Did I feel bad for wearing what I was comfortable in for my walk? Not at all. Was I upset this young man had a physical reaction to my body as I did so? Gods no, he didn’t attempt to harass me, try to speak to me, or blame me. He just kept on a hoodie so his mother wouldn’t see. 

  I asked her exactly what she was trying to accomplish harassing me and humiliating him. The young man was nearly in tears at this point, but his head shot up at that. he saw the disgust he apparently expected on my face, just not aimed at him. His mother began sputtering about how I should be covered and not showing so much of myself and tempting “innocent students.” 
  I very nearly growled at her to stop talking. My shoulders straightened, I stood to my full height and I let my face settle into it’s more natural countenance. Lady Katastrophe had entered the chat. 
  The steel in my voice gave her pause and the young man’s face lost a bit of its color. I addressed him directly asking first his age and what year in college he was. 19 and starting his junior year. He began attempting to apologize for both his mother and his body and I cut him off. 
   I told him I was flattered to be so attractive to him, and his attempting to be respectful and not make me uncomfortable was appreciated. His mother acted on her own and I hoped he wasn’t too embarrassed by her antics. About this time the woman began her tirade anew, noticing I was fully ignoring her. 
   Strike three.
   I stepped a single step closer to her, looking down my nose at this spectacularly foolish woman. I smiled my most charming smile, the one my partner knows means unspeakable danger if the behavior continues, and asked if she truly found my body so distracting, was it wishing for my youth or perhaps attraction on her part as well? Her turn to flush crimson. 
  While she was still gaping I wished her son a pleasant afternoon, sentiments he returned and sidestepped the woman impersonating a striped bass on land. 
    I quickly finished my walk and returned to my grandmother’s house to finish decorating for the party Saturday. And do you know I really did feel better? 
  The fresh air and ego boost did wonders for my sinus headache after all.