Freelance Animation

Ok, I've taken a degree in Animation.

Yet every advertisement I see for Animation, is unpaid.

Why is it, that everyone out there, seems to think that Animation is a piddly piss easy task, and that we can just do it for free all the time?! I tell you, apart from being a surgeon, it is one of the most labourious and time consuming jobs anyone could ever undertake.

STOP TAKING THE MICHAEL!!!

Professional Domination

So, after years of being a 'natural submissive', and also parting from 2 different partners in the past 10 years who were very rigid in their topping of me, I have finally freed my wings to experiment with domination.

It first came to me when I started dating my current Bio-BF - a new and exciting prospect for me, as this is something I have never done before, considering my Golden Dyke status was untarnished before. But this Bio-BF is ALSO submissive, which is a complete role reversal for me. Its interesting what life throws at you sometimes - to say ive been thrown in the deep end is an understatement. My bf is a newbie to the SM Fetish world too, so I have been guiding his hand slowly through this tangled dirty world. Surfice to say, there are some things he doesnt like, and hes NOWHERE near as kinky as me. He was Vanilla before I twisted his pretty little mind. But, he is very liberal and open minded, and this pleases me.

Anyways, back to the Headed Point...

I have been offered up an idea by a good close queer femme friend of mine, to enter into the world of professional domination - ie put up an advert on a website and see what wealthy businessmen seek our services to beat, whip, restrain and humiliate them - without the droll of sexual intercourse, which I am NOT interested in performing, ie sexworking. This is a different idea entirely.

So, I must say I am extremely excited and nervous simultaneously.

Firstly, I am a novice at Domination, but have always wanted to see that side of me creep out and have never had partners who have made me feel like I have the confidence to carry out, as well as the fact I have had too many feelings under my skin for them and in doing so felt I didnt want to hurt them emotionally so didnt hurt them physically - im sure some people can relate to me on that one out there.

I have been to Pedestal and thoroughly enjoyed the experience, and could feel my confidence brimming, and my persona entering another realm. I am sexually excited also by this prospect as it means I can let go of some of the BDSM tendencies that I wish to have with my BF which he doesnt like, and take it out on complete strangers instead, and this will do very nicely.

Getting paid to beat up rich businessmen? Why ever not...

Pedestal!

May I start by saying this is the best club I have EVER been to - Fetish or otherwise.

I entered feeling like a Princess, and left feeling like a Goddess.

For someone who identifies mainly as a submissive, this was quite an achievement.

Upon walking into the main bar area, I was greeted with a Rose, from a House Slave who knelt before me, addressing me as 'Mistress.' I smiled gratefully, and then got changed into my UnderBust Satin Stilett Corset, Leather Pencil Skirt, PVC High Heels, Fascinator Top Hat with Lace, Lace Fingerless Gloves, and Lace Halterneck Top.

Myself, and my 3 female friends, all sat by the beautiful view of the Thames nearby, perfectly illuminated in the night with twinkling London lights, while a male submissive with a Gimp Mask offered to be our 'foot stall.' We all laughed and admired our pretty high heels shoes and thigh high industrial boots on his back as he lay flat on the ground with his face in the floor.

Then, after gathering my nerves and having my first drink, we ventured into the main room. So much equipment to behold! Horses, Grope Boxes (which looked like small aquariums for human slaves), a Trampling Cage with submissives lining it's floor, and many other contraptions to delight the female Dominas.

Then there was the Goddess Room - which bore a sign stating 'No men may speak until spoken to in this room.' This amazed me! I walked in to find gorgeous red velvet chairs in all corners of the room, 'stages' where men were only permitted to kneel, and different degrees of flagellation with varying cries from tormented men coming from all sides. There I had a tantric massage from a lovely guy in a Loin Cloth called 'Steve' (which instantly made me laugh- an inside joke for those of you who watch Flight of the Conchords). He spoke of Web Design and common computer based interests with me (seeing as he was paid to be there, and not a common submissive), while he gave me an incredible massage, and cracked bones I didnt know I had into place in my shoulders and back. I felt so amazing afterwards! My female friends had a spiritual massage, with feathers and roses and oils.

Then, after my relaxing session, I sat at one of the red velvet chairs and a slave came to my side within 5 minutes. He offered his services to relieve me of my shoes and my tired feet. I happily accepted. He removed my shoes for me, stroked my feet, then massaged them- and then I gave him permission to kiss and suck. When he was done, I asked him to be my foot stall, and then watched Ms Furian whip a sub in a gimp mask by the end of my feet, which was a joy to watch.

We walked around the club some more, and came across a wonderfully playful scene. Two Jamaican Curvacious Dominas were whipping a white submissive on a horse, in the main dance room, dancing to a Justin Timberlake remix and having a great time, occassionaly grabbing his head and commanding him to 'stay down.' I turned to Ms Furian and said 'My my! Were here for all the wrong reasons! We could happily stand here and watch beautiful women dominate men all day.' She chuckled and agreed, and kissed me.

Red Collared Male submissives walked around with free Canopes on silver platters, offering them to the Female Dominas only, and Malboro Cigarettes served to women who were smoking outside. Was there nothing these guys hadnt thought of?!

The rest of the evening consisted of me walking around the club, watching and learning, having men kneel before me kissing my feet, hands, legs, and complimenting me, and not being able to sit down for a submissive coming to me on his knees to relieve my tired feet of my heels and rub the soreness away. I have never managed to wear heels for such periods of time - to have my feet repaired so quickly and then walk around again pain free. It was an experience I will never forget. I even had a chance to use the Trampling Cage, with Miss Suzanne, and we swang around on the hanging ropes together, treading on mens faces, chests, stomachs and groins - with the subs revelling in every minute of it.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and certain visions will stay with me forever (such as the Human Pony wandering through corridors with women mounted on his back, and the Transvestite in the Groping Box with his hard-on sticking out of his lace panties for all the women to see), and I have never left anywhere in my entire life feeling so elated, libterated or as confident as I did when I left Pedestal. I found the clear cut dynamics very interesting, and felt comfortable enough to explore my Top side in an atmosphere where you could reject a man if you wished and not feel any pressure to bow to anyones commands. I felt adored, worshipped, beautiful, feminine, elegant and in tune with my assertiveness. I would throughly recommend going there to network, be adored, and feel like a Queen - even if you didnt even have to raise a Flogger to anyone. Like me.

Miss Trix.

Failed

I have deleted this post, because I have upset someone with it.
I never meant to cause any hurt, I simply wanted to find some peace in myself and release some pain by writing it all out. I dont think I wrote anything slanderous or horrific - I just think perhaps the truth hurt after reading it, and some people are more private than I am...

We both failed. Nothing else matters.
People break up all the time.

I am sorry I offended you.

I hope we can be friends...

Miss Ana Matrix

Question

Is it possible for a gay girl to be bi-curious? lol.

G20 Protest - 2009

A video I made about my experience of the Reclaim The Streets Protest, on 4th April 2009, Bank of England.

The day started off quite peacefully, with the march from Moorgate (one of 4) being a relaxed affair, people walking up the street towards Bank using loadhailers to get across their political messages. The crowd was mixed - eco warriors, free Palestine demonstrators, financial crime haters, jobless civilians fighting for answers and black bloc anarchists.

Threadneedle St started to get packed as early as 12:30pm, with police throwing smoke bombs into crowds for no apparent reason, riot cops trying to force crowds back in on themselves in an effort to 'contain' them, and beating people up with trunchens the minute the protestors got too close.

The police barracaded tens of thousandsof people into Bank, with all five roads leading out of the junction being controlled by scores of police on horses, with riot shields, helmets and batons. At one point when filming, I was pushed though the crowd of riot police, and was lucky to have escaped with only an elbow to my face.

Later on, we went to Climate Camp. This section isnt covered in my film, as by then my battery had ran out, but it started as a peaceful protest in the middle of Bishopsgate (right next to Liverpool Street), where a few thousand people had set up tents, occupying the main road completly, playing music, and handing out free food to hungry demonstrators. However, after a few hours, the police started to infringe on this peace, and began to move in on the crowds, blocking us in from both sides, and also blocking the other thousands of protestors who were a couple of streets away on Threadneedle St from being able to reach us. The police were shitting themselves really, but made up for their fear by hitting people who were sitting down in protest, and not letting anybody out for over 4 hours

By around midnight, we were set free. Shouting 'we are not prisoners', me and my friends walked all the way home from Liverpool Street to Dalston.

13 Hours of Protest.