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title pic Flexing the Bondage Muscles

Posted by sadomasokitten on December 13, 2006

You Dirty Rat

This week I’ve had the opportunity to do some bondage rigging for a photographer/videographer… this is something I’ve wanted to do for some time, but hadn’t been able to “make it happen”, generally because of something that was lacking on the part of the photographer/videographer (in other words, it wasn’t me that was the problem).  Soooo much flakiness in this business, not that this is a surprise but still.

Several other folks that I’ve tried to work with just haven’t come through.  Either they get flaky models who don’t show, or they keep changing plans, or they want to know a little too much information about me before they’ll work with me (hey, how hard is it to find out information about me – being a public figure and all – you can find pictures of me with my fist up some lucky slave’s ass for goodness sake).  Basic unprofessionalism, which drives me nuts.

But this week has been, well, pleasant.  The scenes being shot are mostly of the tickle torture variety with some bondage thrown in so they’re “soft”.  The girls tickle each other or are tickled by another party, fully clothed, just giggling softly at first then working up to an uncontrollable laugh.  You’d think this would be an easy thing to film – but you’d be wrong.   Apparently for some young women (and I stress the young part as so many models are very, very young) a simple direction like “ok, now when she tickles you you laugh” is too difficult.  Even if they’re adorable it still isn’t enough if they forget to laugh – over and over and over.  It’s a head-slapper.

Then onto what seemed like it was going to be a little more hardcore.  Some asymmetrical bondage, a vibrator, some toys.  But oops – someone’s Aunt Flo is visiting – so I guess unless we’re planning to fulfill some menstruation fantasies the videographer can’t film the scene he was planning.  O-kay… so we move onto something that the young one should be able to handle, a handjob scene.  The victim is tied down (I did a very effective job of tying his legs apart, stretched wide, arms behind his back so that he was completely immobile and at the mercy of his – ahem – tormentor) and the lady arrives on the scene.  The scenario is this – the gentleman is the slave of her mother, who has gone away for the day.  She has left him tied up.  The young lady enters, decides that she would enjoy this plaything for the day, tells him that she has always fantasized about having a slave to suck on her toes and then to torture him by making his body convulse by constant manipulation of his sorry member.  Basically, a little bit ‘o teasing and torturing, and then an extended handjob.  Shouldn’t be too difficult.

Now acting ability isn’t something that most porn stars possess (I’m not even sure that most of them want to have it, or even should).  But sometimes it could really help.  Especially when a scene should be about 20 minutes long and basically involves nothing more than a handjob.  After awhile even the most fervent devotee of digital manipulations would pop out for a sandwich.

As I’ve basically already given it away it was difficult.  Trying to give advice and an explanation of the basics behind the “character” went pretty much nowhere.  Imagine trying to explain to a young girl who has mastered only the porno girl face that she must now take control of a man’s body and use it for her sadistic pleasure and none of his own, teasing and taunting him both verbally and physically until he is absolutely ready to burst and then not allowing it for any number of ever-changing reasons…

Ultimately we settled for just the handjob and a few “you’re a really bad boy” phrases.  Once finished of course I couldn’t resist in taunting the now exhausted slave, making him think that we would indeed just turn out the lights, lock the doors and just leave him there…

I’m always sad at the end of long bondage shoots – even ones like these that aren’t my own – as I’m untying the ropes, cleaning them a bit, and placing them back into their bags.  It seems like such a waste of sexual energy when used on someone that doesn’t appreciate both the beauty and the sensation of being in bondage, and cannot be released quickly enough.  But it’s still good for me to flex my bondage muscles, and I can surely tell you that I’ve still got IT…

Katja Minx

title pic Giving Thanks

Posted by sadomasokitten on November 22, 2006

Mistress Katja Minx

Some years it’s harder than others, sometimes the bounty springs forward in your mind and you’re quick to answer.  What are you thankful for?

It’s an odd thing, an officially-sanctioned, governmentally-recognized (and enforced) holiday simply for the idea of giving thanks.  Yes you’re supposed to eat turkey and go see the family, but that’s not a requirement either (I live thousands of miles from any close family and have been vegetarian since childhood).  It’s like we have to be forced to stop, reflect, and actually think about the things in our lives that we are thankful for.  Is it that difficult?  Are we that focused on the mundane, gotta-get-it-done-ness in our lives?  Letting stress rule us like the cruel Mistress that she is?

Yup.

This year I’ve radically pulled back the number of things I’m thankful for.  Sometimes I can ramble – mentally and linguistically – so for all the basics it’s yada yada yada.  I’m not religious in any way so god is out, I’m not very close to my family so they’re out, a good number of my slaves have moved on to other pastures so they’re out, this has been a year of jettisoning a ridiculous number of friends and acquaintances who I’ve finally realized I’m better off without so they’re off the list, my car is dying which is pissing me off so it’s off the list, I’ve had to sell off some of my precious rare fetish boot collection so I suppose my boots are off the list (you may not understand, I am very close to my boots), traffic sucks, Los Angeles sucks, hell I even hate the 90 degree-plus always-sunny weather so all of that is off my list as well.  Riding that thyroid highway and not having full control of my health, well there’s not enough time in the day to fully describe the fresh hell that this is.  And don’t even get me started on US politics…

What does that leave?  If you answered not much, you’d be right.

Other than my precious animals (my Airedale Terrier & 4 cats – who can do no wrong no matter how much they scratch, destroy, shit and piss on everything I own) I suppose this year there is not a lot.  Does that sound kind of jaded and annoyed?  That’s probably the case, but it might be mixed with a cup of resignation and a smattering of reality.

Ah well.

So reach down, dig deep, find your own things that you’re truly thankful for this holiday – not just the squishy, happy ones, but the ones that really mean something to you.  It’s not easy, it’s generally not pretty, but it’s worth it.

Katja Minx

title pic Rediscovery

Posted by sadomasokitten on October 26, 2006

Rope Bondage

Today as I sit at my computer pondering both my own writings and my other focus of promoting my buddy Buck Angel, I decided to reload the Ipod.  This is my second Ipod – the first one was one of the very first available with that awful wheel, and after a few years of fairly constant use the screen went dead (which was endlessly annoying) and rendered fairly useless.  Luckily one of my purrsonal slaves noticed my frustration with it and gave me a newer model, of which I am quite fond.  I’ve even decorated a boring black leather case with some kitty prints, so everyone knows it’s MINE.

Anyway, as I was going through my stash of CDs I found my separate case of CDs marked “Session Music”.  I put in what I remembered to be one of my very favorite ones – Ephemeral from Synaesthesia – and have now spent one very happy hour daydreaming about past sessions spent with this dark melodic music playing.

Nice.

Katja Minx

title pic Fun at Porn Shoots, The Fantasy

Posted by sadomasokitten on October 24, 2006

Kitten with a whip

Ask anyone what they think a porn shoot is like and I’m sure you’ll get many answers. I have been involved with many shoots on every level – as purrformer, model, director, costumer, cameraperson, dildo-wrangler – and can say that it’s one of those experiences that everyone in world should have once: because once is usually enough.

The fantasy usually goes something like this (insert or force tongue firmly into cheek here): The folks behind the scenes spend hours and hours getting everything ready, they want the background, costumes, and scenario to be absolutely perfect. Nothing is left to chance. Nothing is forgotten, in fact everyone makes sure to bring extras of everything – condoms, lube, toys, lights, batteries – as well as some tasty, upscale food to folks to munch on (don’t want anyone having an energy dip!). The surroundings are always luxurious and plush – nothing but the best for our performers! Fine hotels, upscale houses, top-notch Hollywood sets, it’s all here. Everyone arrives ontime and in a good mood, ready to put in 100% to make this the best damn porno ever made.

Then precisely on time, the talent arrives. Fresh as a daisy after a full 8 hours of sleep and a light, healthy breakfast of fruit (don’t want to ruin this morning’s enema!), freshly scrubbed and smelling of flowers or clean linen, they walk in and greet everyone with a hearty hello and the European double kiss! They bring with them large bags with several changes of costume (just in case!), a few pairs of shoes, lots of extra panties and accessories, their own toys and dildos, a pouch of their favorite condoms and a tube of their favorite lube. As they sit down, they find the person in charge and hand over their AIM test results and 2 forms of valid ID and smile prettily while holding them up to their faces so the cameraperson takes a few shots to satisfy recordkeeping requirements. Why wait for anyone to ask?

Then it’s off to makeup and hair. The female talent has made sure that they’re nice and clean, and freshly shampooed. And would you look at that, they’ve even brought some of their own makeup and favorite hairspray to share with the makeup artist and hairperson! We can all hear them giggling in front of the mirror as they have to only spend a few minutes to make all of the girls jaw-droppingly beautiful. The male talent are always ready for their close-up, and made sure to add a few extra sets of bicep curls and crunches to their ordinary workout schedule, just so that they will be more defined and look better for you in closeup. And imagine that, they took the time to get a decent tan and you can just smell the Irish Spring every time they walk by.

This all takes but a few moments (as everyone is naturally gorgeous and needs so little makeup, hair, or other cosmetic enhancements) and then the talent steps out, ready to have a pleasant little chat with the director and cameraperson about today’s filming. But basically, everyone is just ready to go! We all form a circle and say the Porno Prayer (please God, bless our little film…) raise our hands in a group “Whooo!!!!” and then it’s time to start.

Now it’s time to get to the sex. Since everyone is so incredibly beautiful (and you know that only beautiful people can have beautiful sex), absolutely no direction is required to get exactly the shots that are needed… the talent already know exactly what to do, when to do it, how far to pull the hair, pussy, balls, ass aside so that the camera can see the action so everything is just all engines go! Players are added and taken off the field at just the right moments so that no one gets too fatigued, and we always have our best players “in motion”. Once a player has been called off the field they are patted down with a moist towel and given a big fluffy robe and slippers, maybe some hot cocoa with those little tiny marshmallows to make sure they’re nice and comfy and ready for their next scene.

No one ever says stop, or that’s too hard, or that’s not in my contract, it’s all about taking one for the team and always giving the camera the right expression. After all, we can always talk about it later, after the action is over! Because how many women that you know would reasonably object to being fucked by an “extra” guy they’ve never met, being tied with their hands way above their heads for an hour or so, or a little double anal penetration? It’s a given – they’re PORN STARS after all – so what if the bukakke wasn’t planned? Hey we’ve got everyone here, the camera is rolling, and the guys are all ready to cum so why not?

If anything goes wrong or not as planned, we just call it a “blooper” – our fans love to see that stuff anyway – so it’s never a wasted moment and everyone just has a good laugh.

Oh, and EVERYONE has an orgasm. A real, visible one. On cue.

Once the filming is over, everyone applauds the good work, and we have a group hug. Then each person peels off to get themselves all fresh again and makes sure to take only the things/costumes/toys they came with. On the way out (since it’s so crass to talk about money – this is art!) each performer is handed an envelope with their day’s pay inside, a thank you card, and a little mint. The crew cleans up quickly, making sure to leave the studio in better condition than they found it, and they all go out for a few brewskis and talk about how great the days shoot was, and how much they all can’t wait to work together again.

Stay tuned for Part Two – The Reality

Katja Minx

My Amazon Birthday Wish List

title pic Spam sandwich, anyone?

Posted by sadomasokitten on October 8, 2006

Katja Minx Fetish Showgirl

You’d be absolutely amazed if you saw how much spam I receive daily.  Whether it’s on comments to this blog or gets clogged up in the filters on my email, it’s really insane.  Of course because I have logged many zillions of miles on the old XXX odometer the, ahem, quality of the spam that I receive is of a particularly low quality and terribly unimaginative.

Unfortunately that doesn’t allow me the luxury of not having to delete it constantly.  And even having to look at it takes time.   To the spammers of the world I say…

Hey, at least give me a side of something interesting to go with the entree of crap…

Katja Minx

title pic That Time of the Month

Posted by sadomasokitten on October 4, 2006

Happy Birthday dear Mistress
(How a real Dominatrix celebrates her birthday! Party hats are NOT optional.)

Yes, it’s that time of the month – and year – to remind all admirers, supplicants, and just those who have enjoyed whatever little piece of me they have managed to acquire over the years that my birthday approacheth.

The happiest day of the year is OCTOBER 31st.

Yes that’s right Einsten, I’m a Halloween baby. All of the ghoulishness that goes along with this special day goes along with me. And of course it explains a lot.

So should you wish to celebrate along with me, I do have an Amazon gift list as well as one with Sephora (always search for Katja Minx in California). Wish to purrchase something more purrsonal? Send me your ideas to sadomasokitten@yahoo.com, you might be able to tempt me.

Katja Minx
Sadomasokitten

title pic What a Girl Wants

Posted by sadomasokitten on October 3, 2006

Mistress Katja Minx Dominatrix

Staying alive in the adult industry is such a different animal than it was in the “good old days”.  It’s really amazing for me to see all that has swirled and changed around me.  While I still do see select slaves from time to time, my life as an everyday pro-Domina has slowed considerably.  I do keep my stable of purrsonal slaves (because a girl just can’t go cold turkey) and do keep my toes dipped into several other pots that keep the creative juices flowing.

Lately I have been spending much of my time as the webmistress for Buck Angel – a truly unique purrformer in the world of adult.  We met years ago when we were sharing dungeon space in downtown LA, and have stayed close since.  Buck is the only kind of purrson I want to associate myself with anymore in the BDSM or any “scene” – someone who is exactly what they purrport to be.  No bullshit.  No more dominatrixes who are actually sexually submissive.  No more fetish purrformers and models who put on the outfits for going out but would never think to go home and fuck while wearing them.  No more clientele who claim to be “really into” something yet have never tried it before and must suffer accordingly.  No, Buck truly is the Man With a Pussy, an FTM pornstar out to create an entirely new genre of porn, and one of the most down-to-earth and real people I’ve ever had the pleasure to know.

I do mean to write more often, really I do…

Katja Minx

title pic Get Me Out of Here

Posted by sadomasokitten on September 15, 2006

Pink Shibari

Months without rain are rotting my brain.

Katja Minx

title pic Experiencing Technical Difficulties…

Posted by sadomasokitten on July 26, 2006

Leather Lady Smoking

Argh…

Just when I finally got the urge (and time!) to sit down and compose something, my blog goes all askew.  And I mean really askew.  For some reason the WordPress “theme” (you’re purrmitted to tune out now if you’re not at all geeky such as myself) got corrupted and turned things inside out and upside down.  Missing backgrounds, odd colors, posts going astray, fussing with php – yes, it’s been an ‘interesting’ afternoon.  Not nearly as erotic as I thought it might be, but I suppose I’ll just have to postpone the writing I was planning to do until…

Katja Minx

title pic I Oughta Be in Pictures

Posted by sadomasokitten on July 12, 2006

Mistress Katja Minx

Here’s a funny thought that just struck me hard in the head.

For years, I took hundreds of photos of myself almost every day. Purrhaps you didn’t know that every photo you see of me on my websites was taken by me. I was the model, set designer, costumer, makeup artist, hairdresser, prop mistress, bondage rigger, predicament purrpetrator, lighting tech, and yes, photographer. The autotimer was my dear, dear friend, and allowed me to capture thousands of photographs that would not have been possible had I been reliant on others to do the dirty work for me.

Well that’s never been my style anyway… I always do my own dirty work.

Since closing my dungeon Kismet, I’ve rarely taken any photos of myself except for a few here and there as gratitude for generous slaves who have sent me lovely presents. Not even in my “regular life” (although I have almost no photos of myself in “everyday drag” anyway). When I do try to get back into that groove I find it incredibly difficult – I’m sure that the majority of this tension comes from not having my own studio anymore – but now I have to work so much harder to set the mood and get everything arranged even for a simple few shots of myself in a gorgeous new pair of leather heels that recently showed up on my doorstep. And that’s not like me!

I must do something – I must not lose my mojo…

Katja Minx