Not the way to say hello

A man I wasn't sure I knew smiled at me at Paddles the other night. He seemed appealing enough. I was on my way to go play with someone, so I didn't have time to really talk. I thought to myself, "I THINK I met him, but I'm not sure -- what's his name? I'll ask him in a little while."

Later, as I was coming back to the bar area after playing, the same guy was in the midst of a bunch of people that I was trying to get through. He came over to me and said, "Hi, Cassandra." His arm went around me in a sort of half hug, but then his arm slid down and suddenly I felt him running his hand over my butt.

I was in a good mood because of the scene I'd just done, so I was reasonably nice. I said, "What's your name again? We HAVE met, right?" He tells me, R____, and says we had met before. I say, "Okay, R____. Good talking with you -- now, BE NICE."

I simply continued past him toward the bar. I don't think he understood my message. He had just blown any chances he might have had to play with me that night. Stroking a woman's butt (or any other part of her body) is not the proper way to say hello, even if you know her well -- ESPECIALLY if you barely know her.

Stinky feet in stockings

I did a scene on Saturday with a guy from Albany visiting Paddles for the first time. He said he was into feet. It was getting near the end of the evening for me and I'd been walking around in my heels for a few hours.

"I'd love a foot massage," I told him. We went to a corner of the club where they have diner-style soft benches facing each other. We sat across from each other, he took my heels off, and he started rubbing my feet. Eventually, the feet made their way to his face. He told me he liked the smell but couldn't explain why ... hey, I can never explain why I like spanking, either. So he rubbed, licked and sucked. At one point he bit my toe, which was painful. "No biting!" I said.

He had told me he wasn't submissive. But I was still in charge, and I gave little orders along the way. "Suck this foot now," I said at one point, while I used my other foot to tease him through his pants. "Rub harder," I ordered during the foot massage. Maybe not submissive, but certainly not dominant, and certainly willing to follow directions.

The scene was only about 20 minutes, but hot. I was being slutty. As I teased him, I know I was flashing a bit, because I was facing out toward the club, my dress was riding up over my knees, and I was not being demure. I saw another sub come over and watch. I looked over at the watching sub briefly and I think he liked that.

It made me feel very sexy and powerful. I don't exactly understand WHAT turns foot fetishists on, but on the other hand, I'm enjoying being part of this fetish a lot more than I ever expected.

Insatiable sluts

Spanked my friend G. at Paddles last night. He's an insatiable bad boy (I can identify when I switch). I spanked, paddled, strapped, and caned him. I think he needed more. He always says he's sorry and then gets this smile on his face that borders suspiciously close to a smirk... then I have to get another toy out. Isn't that just asking for it?

I think next time I'll just pull his pants down and paddle him with the bath brush. Maybe I wouldn't see that little smile forming so soon, then.

There seemed to be quite a few guys getting it last night. Of course, all guys deserve it.

quickie scene

Is it wrong to spank someone because you're annoyed with him? I don't know, but one of my more satisfying scenes this weekend was a quickie. I had to deal with a tipsy young lad who was apparently bugging various women to spank him. When he approached me, in Seattle Tom's suite, I told him I was not really able to play because I was meeting others to do a scene in fifteen minutes.

He whined and pleaded. "Please; I'm leaving tonight and I really need a spanking!" There was this frat boy attitude about him, this aura of someone used to getting his
way. "I can give you a QUICK spanking," I said. "Let's go!"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him across the room to the bedroom. This was a
fairly crowded party and much of the space on the beds and chairs was already taken. There was room on the far side of one bed. But when he saw all the others playing in the room, he asked, "Can't we go to my room?"

"No," I said. I yanked him across the room to the bathroom, where I closed and locked the door. "Bend over and put your hands on the edge of that tub," I said.

"Can't I go over your knee?" he whined. I said all right, but next thing I knew he was standing half naked before me, his cock hanging out.

"Oh, no," I said. "You are NOT going to mess up my dress. Give me that towel." I let him go back over my lap after I'd draped the towel. Disgusting.

I spanked him as hard as I could (not hard enough, I'm sure). Finally I ended it by saying, "Okay, we're done. Go get dressed. I have to go."

But he just stood there touching his dick like like a five year old. "Can't I come in front of you?" he whined again. Ugh. I glared at him.

"No! If you have to, do it in the bathroom!" I pointed to the door to the toilet area and gave him a little nudge in that direction. Then I simply walked off and slammed the outer door behind me.

Yes, I gave into him when I didn't necessarily want to play. But on the other hand, it turned me on to boss him around.

Bad boys, good toys

Didn't have much time to write during Shadow Lane (we just got back earlier this morning) but here are a few shots I took.

Bad boy M. after I caned him at the Bad Boyz Breakfast


Another bad boy, D., getting the big strap (and I do mean big) from his wife W.


An evil toy -- it's a crepe turner -- that Miss Chris brought along


Also from Miss Chris, a Hawaiian toy made of wood. Looks very painful!


MY brand new toy, a stick wrapped in thick foam rubber, that I bought at the Vendors Fair. This is for good girls only. I'm keeping this one all for myself; it feels really good to get thumped with it...