I am Domina Snow, Head Mistress of Wicked Eden and lifestyle Dominant. I started in the scene more than 10 years ago, and I've been hooked ever since. Each year of my is like a chapter of an epic novel, and I strive to document it all here for the reading pleasure of my submissives and admirers.
Oh dear, it looks as if I haven’t updated in weeks again. You can blame it on the new girls this time! Between moving Miss Noel down from Michigan and Miss Audrie from the other side of town, painting and preparing their apartment, a whole-day trip to Ikea and several more days of putting it together… I don’t think I’ve seen the inside of my home office in weeks, either. Of course, since their pictures appeared on the site they’ve both been very popular for sessions and I’ve been delighted to further their training with live specimens.
I have so much to talk about, actually, but no time to write it all at the moment. I’ll leave you with my newest favorite song..
Lyrics:
Hello little boys, little toys
We’re the dreams you’re believing
Crawling up the walls
Running down your face
Razor sharp, razor clean
Feel the weapon’s sensation
On your back…
With loaded guns
Now hold onto me pretty baby
If you want to fly
I’m gonna melt the fever sugar
Rolling back your eyes
[Chorus]
We’re gonna ride the race cars
We’re gonna dance on fire
We’re the girls Le Disko
Supersonic overdrive
So what’s it gonna take?
Silver shadow believer….
Spock rocker with your dirty eyes
It’s a chance gonna move Gonna fuck up your ego
Silly boy gonna make you cry
If what they say is true…
You’re a boy - and I’m a girl
I will never fall in love with you
The quarter is FINALLY done! I finished my finals tonight, including the 12 page international business project that had me wishing I were ripping someone’s fingernails out. I’ll finish the quarter with A’s, again. I’ve decided to forego taking summer classes because I dearly need the time to spend on all my little pet projects. (Little, pfft! I never have little projects…) I really do need the break.
To celebrate, let’s have some pics of my latest goodies.
Footslave tom sends me monthly gifts to show that he has me in his thoughts constantly, which is how it should be. The last package was a trio of some classic OPI nail polishes (one of which I am currently wearing.. “You’re a Pisa Work”.. ha!), and I made mention of wanting some of the newest special edition polishes. Voila.. it came in the mail last week! At first I thought it was jewelry because it came wrapped in purple tissue and in a cute little bag. Even better though.. the color is a sparkly pink-purple named “DS Extravagance.” How apropos.
More stuff… I received several pairs of shoes over the last month or two and forgot to show you all. Aren’t these neat! (I especially love the black and red pinstripe ones.) 3 of them are Steve Maddens, which really are great shoes. The red and black jeweled pair are luscious Betsey Johnsons. These beg for a killer outfit!
Last but not least, I acquired a new devotee who began as a complete novice and has quickly become a very enjoyable toy. His latest gift was this amazing pair of Guess stiletto sandals..
And another one, just for the drool effect. No wacking off to my pretty toes without permission!
Speaking of gifts, can you believe my birthday will be upon us in almost a month?! July 19, a most sacred day. Don’t worry. I’ll start putting together my birthday wish list asap. My Amazon list is nearly empty!
I am living in a hell defined by a god-awful international business research paper, subjective crap about diversity in the workplace, and logical, yet time consuming, accounting (that I have actually become rather good at, despite my protestations).
I will be locked in my office most of the week. Don’t bug me. Seriously.
Here’s Isis attempting to “help” with my research paper. I can’t work without one of the cats finding my lap too attractive to pass up, and apparently she thought I needed some distracting.
Miss Noel, formerly Raina Verene (when shooting with Kink.com– yes, her videos are great!), will be moving down from Michigan at the end of this month. This last weekend, she came down to look at apartments and to do some photoshoots. Yours truly was the photographer, and I just wanted to share one of my images.
Aren’t you looking forward to her moving here? We are.
No journal posts this week… ‘cuz I was traveling and doing some other fun stuff. Travel first: so my little sister was graduating this week and I flew down to South Carolina to see her all dolled up in her cap and gown. For the record, I have three younger siblings who are bright, athletic, and charming.. much like myself. I hadn’t seen them in a while, but I couldn’t possibly miss this oppurtunity. So I took lots of pictures (and no, you boys won’t be seeing my little sister… she’s not yet 18 and you don’t deserve it anyway), had a lovely dinner, and then spent the next day talking and sunning ourselves by the pool. It was a very relaxing 2 days and the air travel in coach wasn’t even too bad. Surprisingly.
I have a bit of a tan, and that’s rather nice. What isn’t nice is that it’s finals week and I have to get a monstrous amount of homework and tests done before I can slip into my summer break. I’m looking forward to having one less thing that requires my time so I can devote it to the newest members of Wicked Eden and to the expansion. I’ll update on that in a day or so.
This is coming from the self-proclaimed not-really-a-basketball-fan…
OH MY GOD. WHAT A SHOT!
That was bloody amazing. With Orlando leaving a miserable 1 second on the clock, at 95-93, LeBron makes this fantastic shot from behind the 3 to tip the Cavs into victory.
I <3 you, LeBron. You make me like Cleveland and that’s really saying something.
About 6 weeks ago, I began to get that itch to change my hair again. To fully understand this phenomenon, you must know that I have had the same basic hairstyle for the last 10 years. My hair grows obnoxiously fast due to be obnoxiously healthy. It doesn’t curl, it refuses to color beyond a simple highlight, and let’s face it… yours truly wasn’t much of a “girly girl” until the last several years.
I was digging through old photos seeing if I could find a good picture of my hair (because it was usually in a ponytail), and I found one of myself and Byron. Byron is now retired in Colorado was a hearing assistance dog.
Yes. That’s me. Barely legal with a mop to my waist. And no tan either, yeesh.
Anyway.
So I’ve always wanted to do something different with my hair and have always chickened out short of some layers or a little length trimmed off. (If you search my blog you can find an old pic of me from a few years passed when I did that.)
This time, I wanted something better. After hours of searching and hoarding little picture clippings, I decided to go with bangs.
Isn’t that gorgeous? Of course, as soon as I get my hair cut I see this style everywhere from the latest (LATEST, KELLE, NOT LAST MONTH!) edition of InStyle to celebrities and whatnot. Someone called me the blonde Lady Gaga over the weekend. Weird. Who is she? (J/k.)
Personally, I think I look like a Dominatrix now. Or at least, it certainly seems to fit the part in red leather and boots. Speaking of boots…
Today, Master Damiano and I met with one of the newest staff members to finalize things. Not wanting to miss out on the nice weather, we decided to meet at Easton instead of at the studio. The meeting went well and I decided to pop over to a few stores while he and she were wrapping up details.
First came the adjustment of my newly repaired Oakley sunglasses. As some of you may remember, my beautiful shades were smashed by the errant hoof of a family horse on a visit to the family in Texas. I had them sent off for parts replacement, but they came back with a poorly fitting screw. Rather than waste another 6 weeks of shipping and handling, I decided to make use of my favorite Gorilla Glue and epoxy the arm back on. It was a tricky process, but I finally flirted enough with the manager of Sunglasses Hut to get her to adjust my out-of-warranty glasses. Success! Here’s a little memoir of me in my glasses from my trip to Miami a couple of years ago. —>
I had received a very lovely gift last week of a adorable Coach wallet in Coach’s new “Op Art” style. It looked very much like this:
I was all stoked to get the matching purse because I genuinely liked the pattern. So I ducked into the Coach store and came up empty-handed. Apparently this pattern was only available for a limited time, and the only bags still available in the pattern were ones I didn’t like (and would have to be special ordered). See this one? This is what I wanted…
Did they have it? Nope, no way. Not even on the Coach website any more! So I tried Nordstrom and Macy’s, all without luck. I was very dissapointed by Nordstrom’s selection of Coach (although I was distracted by some Marc Jacobs…), and Macy’s stuff was very dated. At the Coach store, I was shown several bags that I wad rather unimpressed with. Apparently Coach is trying a new leather-like fabric that is very cheap in appearance. It looks and feels like a Coach knockoff you’d purchase in Chinatown!
I will admit that I was a bit taken with the new Cricket bag, but they didn’t have the lovely pink or silver that would make it a necessary purchase. After all, I already have a dozen black purses… but my gorgeous custom pink leather tote was damaged beyond repair.
I will not be attending DomCon LA this year, as much as I’d really like to. With acquiring new space and new staff members, there just isn’t time to spare to go pal around with my favorite Domme friends in California. Sorry guys and dolls!
On another note, I went and looked at an interesting potential space today. It is an old brewery building, all solid brick and wood floors and creepy stone basement– even a freight elevator! The downside? It’s not in great condition, so much consideration must be made before going forward with that option. It could cost a substantial sum to make it dungeon-worthy, so the search will continue through the week.
I’ve always been a tea drinker, but it has only been the last year or so that I’ve begun to branch out in my tastes. I had always used a small tea infuser with any loose teas that I got, but the taste was usually mediocre. So, last Christmas I got a lovely cast iron teapot and an assortment of loose leaf teas from Teavana. It worked marvelously for a week or so, until the pot began to rust with the poorly made basket. After a vicious argument with the overworked retail manager, I received a refund and promptly got a nice glass pot from Sur La Table with equally loved Bodum insulated glass cups.
Wow! I was not prepared for the depth of taste that a properly brewed pot of tea can deliver! After consuming much of my Teavana assortment, I went in search of a good online source for tea. I found a particularly good site, Adagio.com. I purchased an assortment of different samplers, namely some Rooibos, Oolong, and White teas, as well as some flavored ones that sounded appealing. Not only does the site have great prices and excellent information, they even allow you to make your own blends and offer a cute little timer to make sure your brewing time is right.
Now, I make having tea a regular part of my relaxation rituals. Like today; I had several fun–but tiring–sessions and looked forward to enjoying a steaming cup as I reviewed my work for the day. What was in the pot today? A nice, light Jasmine and Oolong blend. “Ti Kuan Yin,” I believe. Delicious.
Now, many of you often ask for unique gift ideas or things you can send to show a little Goddess appreciation that won’t break the bank. Here’s some ideas, based on my new favorite tea site:
IngenuiTea Pot ~ A single-serve teapot set that would be nice for down time at the studio.
About 6 weeks ago, I began to get that itch to change my hair again. To fully understand this phenomenon, you must know that I have had the same basic hairstyle for the last 10 years. My hair grows obnoxiously fast due to be obnoxiously healthy. It doesn’t curl, it refuses to color beyond a simple highlight, and let’s face it… yours truly wasn’t much of a “girly girl” until the last several years.
