The Day the Bag was stolen

Today seemed like the normal end of a day for an event. Bags packed I woke a bit late, had lunch with Regina, Boymeat and Lolita, and then made lots of kisses goodbye to the last folks at the hotel. Back to G’s house with K3, I hung out until K3 went to drop me off at my shoot. The shoot began well. I left my bag in the car, and carrying just my cell phone and and the suit, fedora and sunglasses I was wearing, we went to location #1 and #2 to shoot. When we came back to…

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Puma at the gate- a banishing ritual

Tonight I rediscovered net’ magic. Ghosts, of the mind or actual, loose and wandering spirits- dispelled or sent away. Connections severed. And a Puma to thank as I sat atop the great wall. An hour of chat with Mars… melted brain. An hour of chat with Curry on the phone after it was all done- sadness and inspiration. Time with a Puma that left me empowered, inspired, and ceremonial kitch tossed around. Torn pictures, chants clinging to the air like francinsence. Europe wizzes by, and again a great cat scratches at the gate. I am comforted. Thank you Puma, for…

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my Collaring, Computer Doctor, Movie Night, and more Happiness.

I’ve just subbed a stack of images both of and by me to BMEZine.com We’ll see what happens 🙂 I pulled something like 30… I sent 10. Why? Because today I got a new piercing. Today was my collaring ceremony. It was… amazing. I cried, ghosts of Marcus plaguing me as I sat there on the table, Dana and the needle between my legs. Furry consoled me. Furry… after I asked Dana to wait outside tears poured down my face. I told him and he washed away all claims made by others, marked me as his own. I felt him…

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Romance = Ribs: A Handfasting and more

We woke late, a blessing after a week on less than 5 hours of sleep a night. WE woke terribly late in fact, having gone to bed at 5am and waking at 5pm. Leisurely shower, slowly shaving my body except my velvet-soft head as I let the water wash away the world, wash away troubles, wash away whatever I didn’t need to carry into our ritual that day. I dressed simply yet elegantly- black lace bra with black thong adorned with rich details in rhinestones, a long periwinkle hippy dress that clung to every curve and sports sandals… we had…

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We are Devo

Okay, more like “v”, since only one member of Devo ended up on stage with “The Punk Band”, which rocked. Classic songs like “Sleater Kinney Sucks.” Beautiful punk, white sunglasses, fake mustaches. Jerry from Devo went on a rant about being attacked with cheese sandwhiches, and choosing between a crab apple tree and a source of true evil. Funny stuff… but so true. Anton and I had a great time- yummy strippers, good booze, and a woman dressed as a robot painted silver with light-up pasties who destroyed a small robot. Porcelain Twinz dancing to El Tango De Roxanne, hot…

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2nd Equus Eroticus Article

Has just been sent to Paul at Equus Eroticus. Here’s the sneak preview for my firends list. Equus Eroticus and Playboy Sexcetera shoot By Bridgett Harrington, aka Lady Beautiful ponies, skilled handlers, stunning tack and a trip to Dairy Queen in full pony regalia… what more could one want from a weekend in West Virginia? When I was invited to be part of the Playboy Channel’s Sexcetera special on pony play, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect… but the lasting and deepening friendships and amazing play experiences were well worth the trek to the middle of nowhere to shoot…

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1st EE Article

3 of us are writing about LR, so I decided just to write a vignette. It isn’t public because Paul has first-publication rights for the article… but I wanted feedback. Changes can be made as late as Friday if need be… Playing in the Rain : A Vignette from the eyes of a pony- Leather Retreat 2004 By Bridgett Harrington, aka Lady Before dinner each night various ponies from Pony Camp tried to make cart rides available for those who were interested in being taken to the mess hall, around camp, or just a trot along the main roads. It…

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Hot sex, earning your Kitchen, DVR, Dreams

Friday night I passed out hard after Furry and I soaked the bed almost thru to the other side. I think Max is still the only person to make me soak all the way through a bed and down into the box springs… ah, memories of going blind. But yes, dicussions of sleepiness led to me begging for Furry to go down on me (I blame it on Curry, who in our last encounters left me wanting, needing his lips and never going there… too busy with his fist on me), since usally recieving oral sex just isn’t my thing.…

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Journals from the Lair of a Dominatrix

Thursday July 22nd, 12:30pm – Hotel Room in Redmond The Dungeon is prepared. It’s curious… the transformation of a standard hotel room into a place ready for debauchery and bondage. Tools laid out, music system set and playing, furniture moved into place. I, even in casual flowing garb, become Goddess, become Diva, become Domina. I become the bestower of fantasy. I create fantasy, I develop desire into fruition. I become more than I am. I’m still getting used to the face in the mirror, her kohl and turquoise trimmed eyes, shaved head, somewhat sad smile and weighed down ears echoing…

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