According to Dark Lady, almost 150 people are going to attend, so I am allowing myself a bit of optimism. By the time I walk in the door, I want to be rid of my doubts so that I can enter with a positive attitude, and perhaps enjoy myself. To say I don’t know what to expect is an understatement. Apart from the name of the party, and when it is being held, I don’t know much of anything about it. It’s hard to have expectations when you have no real clue what the evening has in store. It’ll give me an “anything is possible” attitude, I hope.
Today I will put up Craigslist ads, to see if I can get a few guys to come over to our hotel and fuck MY WHORE before we go to the party. If not, we’ll probably wind up at the glory holes afterwards. I’m worried New Year’s Eve is not the greatest time to go looking for straight men in porn booths, but you never know. Maybe we’ll have so much fun at the party that we won’t need to go anywhere else. Perhaps we’ll even meet some compatible meat to take home with us…
Happy New Year to all of you!
K and Catherine de Sade
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MY LOVE asked me, the other day, if men in prison who had diabetes got insulin, and how it was dispensed. I told her that men and women generally received the bare minimum of what they needed regarding health care. The sole reason, at this point in history, is to avoid lawsuits. The people who own and run the prisons don’t give a fuck about the inmates they house, they only care about the money. Perhaps when the system was first set up, it was a bit more of an altruistic thing, but not anymore. Still, it’s one thing we have over prisons in other countries. You aren’t guaranteed shit if you wind up in one of them.
In County Jail you are fed the minimum required for an unhealthy, 110 pound adolescent. Seriously. I haven’t seen anything like it since Junior High School. We’re talking 200 pound, aggressive, angry men getting fed portions that are ½ a cup in size. It was disgusting. Once in prison, that changes big time. You aren’t going to starve in prison, but you might wind up sick. While working in the kitchen, we came across food that was easily 6 months past the expiration date printed on the side of the box, yet we were told to serve it anyways. I remember someone cut out the side of the box and placed it in the window so that everyone could see. That bit of food went pretty untouched that day.
We were also told to serve food that was clearly labeled “Not Fit For Human Consumption”. I am not making this up. In particular, I recall a kind of fish that we got by the truckload. When I saw the warning on the box I was grateful to be working in the kitchen five days a week. From that moment on I probably ate healthier than I had in years, because I was both careful and ultra-aware of what I was consuming. I had lots of apples and ate lots of eggs. I had more vegetables served to me than I ever thought I would eat, and I was satisfied. In fact, I often skipped a meal that I didn’t particularly want, or one that I knew had some awful food in it, and didn’t feel bad at all. Once I stopped taking the anti-depressants that were making me feel like a zombie, I actually started to feel good, if that’s a word you can use to describe how you feel in a place like that. Maybe “better” is a better word…
Man did “regular” food taste good when I finally got my hands on some. I wanted to visit every fast food joint again, just to remind myself why I didn’t like certain ones. I thought maybe my tastes might change a bit after the experience but they really didn’t. What I longed for and craved, while I was in prison, I am still eating today. My palette is not too adventurous, but it is easily satisfied. I tried to continue eating healthy, but there was no way in hell I was going to manage. There was too much good food to be enjoyed! Being denied certainly helped me appreciate good food for a while, but like most of us, I finally began to take it for granted. Only when you are too poor to buy good food, or denied it for a time, do you really seem to enjoy it. Maybe that’s just me…
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MY LOVE and I were uncertain of our plans for New Year’s Eve. While discussing it we almost gave up on the idea of attending any special events, or even going to Portland. Now it seems we will be going, and visiting some of her family, and going to Dark Lady’s New Year’s Eve party. Things can change that fast.
During the whole discussion, MY SLUT was adamant about one thing: she wanted to end the year on a very good sexual note. It didn’t matter to her if we spent some time at the glory holes, or if I tried to set up a gang bang, as long as we were having a damn good time. Of course, I am all for this sort of thinking, but past experiences have made me understand that this just isn’t the town for that sort of activity. Finding the kind of people we’d like to hang out with, around here, is nearly impossible. You can use Craigslist, but most of the men and women that respond to, or place ads, are full of shit. The bars scene is not our scene and I’ve told you before how incredibly lame the adult businesses are in this neck of the woods. What it’s come down to, for me, is accepting the fact that nothing fun, of a sexual nature, will ever happen. Less disappointment that way.
Lately, Portland hasn’t been much better, although we’ve had a bit more success in the porn booths then we did in the past. A little planning could make that a great experience, and I might just do that. It really depends on how much fun we have at Dark Lady’s party. Perhaps I’ll try to set up a gang bang before we go, so that MY CUNT is slightly altered. Maybe I’ll let the men cum all over her and then make her put her clothes on and go to the party with it drying on her body, and sticking to her clothes. She’d have to put an extra bit of perfume on to cover the smell. I probably won’t do that though, because we are kind of going for half business and half pleasure. It is our hope that people at the party will talk to us, ask us what we do, and you know how it goes from there. Our porn business is almost always on our minds these days. As I’ve said many times recently, next year is going to be a magnificent year for us.
I enjoy mixing business with pleasure, especially when my business is adult-related. Using MY MEAT to promote our movies, and our new site, is exactly what I am going to do. If we were rich, I’d line the whole world up to use her for free, but since we aren’t even close, I’m going to have to sell her until we are. That’s’the way we both like it…
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HelpMeViolateHer #1 is finally finished and available on DVD now! It will be available for download at the beginning of the year, on Clips4Sale.
This is our first movie for helpmeviolateher – the first of many – and it was a fantastic experience. I know that I already told you the story of what happened that evening, so I won’t repeat myself. If you want to see preview clips stop by the site http://www.helpmeviolateher.com or visit NocturneVideo – both places have the same thing. Of course, you can’t purchase the DVD from Nocturne, you have to be at helpmeviolateher for that…
We have plans for HelpMeViolateHer #2 and #3 in January. We will be shooting with Cindi of Valhalla House, in Portland, Oregon, and then hosting a Gang Bang a day or two later, also in Portland. We’ll tell you about Cindi and her request later, and keep you informed on the Gang Bang. Any of you that would like to attend… head to the site for details.
HelpMeViolateHer #1 is 62 minutes long. It is sexy and it has a sense of humor, just like the participants. This is REAL folks – there was no acting or script to follow and there wasn’t really anything planned. Everything you see was pretty much spur of the moment, and it all turned out wonderfully. I don’t expect every shoot to be like this. Most of our customers will probably want to get MUCH more involved, and I don’t think I’ll let too many people just grab a camera and jump on a table to get a better angle. The point is for the lucky customer to help me violate her, not help me film her getting fucked by me. But we aim to please our customers and we’re not about to encourage them to do something they don’t want to do, or don’t feel comfortable participating in. Argus was just a shy fellow who felt thrilled to have us in his bar, fucking on his pool table. I’ll admit, if I could have Belladonna come to my house and fuck some guy, I’d be content to just watch, but if I was offered a chance to participate, you bet your ass I’d accept!
Cindi is going to be a lot more involved in HelpMeViolateHer #2, but I’ll tell you about that later…
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This is Jeero. He is the last of my Ugly Dolls. He is also considered a Little Ugly.
What's up with Jeero? Don't ask.
What time is it? Where's my keys? What are bills? Jeero doesn't know!
Neener neener neener, the questions never stop...
Why does everyone ask Jeero? Do noses mean you're smarty?
Anyway, Jeero will like hanging out with you. You seem to have the same WORKOUT routine... one... done!
DONUT RUN!
( I must say this now, since I haven't yet: I don't write the stuff that goes with these Ugly Dolls. I am copying it from their tags. If what I write sounds weird it's because I didn't actually write it. I hope you understand, because some of the shit I've typed has been pretty strange and silly. )
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