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| 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.
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Dainty selection of the finest airport cuisine
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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.
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| Staying at the Marriot never fails to put a smile on My face |
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