|Surfer Vixen, in LateX.|
Leaving My snug, routine life for a week, I -once again- personally experienced what can happen when one is willing to leave their comfort zone. Placing tremendous value on discretion and privacy, I am unable to share much of the particulars, just know that My week at the DomCon Los Angeles had more in store than I could have ever dreamt up in My wettest, wildest, most perverted fantasies.
Dainty selection of the finest airport cuisine
As this was My first time to the West Coast, I knew it would be special. To spice up the "mundane" existence of The New York City Dominatrix, I committed to keeping an open mind throughout the trip. When I arrived in Los Angeles, I did not know a single person at the convention.
Now that I have arrived in Fort Lauderdale, I can't wait to see how the Fetish Factory Party weekend will measure up to Los Angeles. From what I have seen so far, Florida subs and I are certainly more compatible kink-wise.
|Staying at the Marriot never fails to put a smile on My face|