Thursday, December 25, 2014

Monday, November 24, 2014

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

The first subbie to solve the equation in the picture below will win a half-price session with Me!  I will be nice, as I know it's not easy, so if you can NAME the compound, I will give you 10% off.  The first person to solve the equation wins, so do it NOW!


Thursday, October 2, 2014

My Thirstiest, Most Insatiable Piss Slave...

I've been seeing a slave since April who seems to have a bottomless thirst for piss.  No matter how much I produce for him, or how often I do it to him, his constant need for it both astonishes me and endears.  It is almost as if it is giving him life...  feeding him in some way...  I have found myself bottling it up and saving it for him, just so I can pour it lovingly all over his body and into his hungry holes.  Almost every time I see him, he gives me the most gorgeous flowers.  I think I'm falling in love!

I took some sexy pictures and posted them below for all my little pee-pee voyeurs:


The delivery device!
The bottle, prepared just for him.

Frederick!  My one truest, most insatiable piss boy!


Fledgling little peons.



HA HA!


Well sorry to disappoint (not really), but if you want a great piss fantasy, you can come see me in person.   The pictures are real, however, so that bottle is actually filled with my pee.  Urea contains nitrogen, which plants love.  I have been using it in my garden, and as you can see, the results have been quite successful.


XOXOXO.



Monday, August 18, 2014

HEY BOSTON! EXERCISE YOUR INFERIORITY COMPLEX TOMORROW AUGUST 19TH!

Everyone knows that a sense of inferiority infests Boston like a stinky sock you know exists but can't quite locate.   I intend to fully exploit that inferiority when I come for a visit tomorrow!  One day only. There are still a few openings left, so email me soon.

I am in the mood to do some seriously fucked up shit.  Also, I can't wait to taunt you about how terrible the Red Sox are doing now.  You might have some of the best academic institutions in the world, but you'll never be NYC no matter how hard you try.  Ha ha, you wicked retahds!

Email:  mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com


xoxox.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

WASHINGTON DC SLUTS, PAIN-LOVERS, PANSY BOYS, AND BOTTOMS BEWARE!!!

Listen up, pissants!

Mistress Alex and I are taking a little vacation to your piddly-assed city for two days only! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you straight-laced squares, so make your appointments now, as there will not be many left after this announcement. 

Email is our preferred mode of communication: 

mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com or submit@mistressalexnyc.com

If you absolutely must call because you are a complete luddite, you may, but be aware that we will probably bitch you out before you can get a word in edgewise: 

For Mme Veronica NYC: 646-397-3723

For Mistress Alex NYC: 646-360-0417


Websites: 

MISTRESS VERONICA NYC 

MISTRESS ALEX NYC 



You've been warned.



- Mme Veronica aka Da Kingpin

Thursday, August 7, 2014

A fuckin knife!

I am not one for taking selfies.  I am also not one for documenting every second of my life through my cellphone.  I hate that shit and could talk endlessly about how people are not living their lives but voyeuristically observing and never taking part in the moment. Oh, and don't get me started on going to music venues and people holding their fucking phones so you can't see the fucking.  And.  Phew. Breathe.

ANYWAY- last week my client John (aren't you all named that?:)) gave me the coolest fucking knife with arm/ankle band, and shit if I wasn't going to pretend I was Emma Peel and snap a few off, because it's fucking cool as shit, and did I mention it was fucking awesomely bad assedly awesome???  So you lucky bastards, here are some pictures of me hamming it up.  It is post session, so I am a bit "windswept".  I like it.  Enjoy.









And for those of you who need an explanation of the title of this post, and would also like a good laugh, the video below if from the wonderfully hilarious show, The Venture Bros.  If you haven't seen it, first of all:  What rock and where?  Second of all:  I envy you just a little bit because if you decide to watch it in it's entirety, you are in for a great treat.


























xoxo.

Monday, July 28, 2014

New Wonder Woman!!



I have to say, she looks pretty decent.  Zack Snyder has directed some of my favorite movies (Dawn of the Dead remake- give it a chance, it's quite funny), and although I'm not a huge super hero fan, I am all about some Wonder Woman.  

I have written about her in the past at length, and credit the reading of the books as a very young child to my, ahem...  sexual revelations.

Read the old post here, originally from December of 2008:


Hmmm... No Wonder!




Yeah, so, um, look at these pictures and tell me you are surprised that I do what I do. They are pages from a Wonder Woman book and record set I used to have when I was a little kid. Book and record sets were read-a-long comic books where you listened to what the characters were saying as you read. I absolutely adored this comic- it's voluptuously drawn, brightly colored, the stories are engaging, and it is framed by an abstract splash of panels that are so dynamic in their organization- it forces your eyes to dart hungrily from corner to corner. Their aesthetic is not what really impressed me though, it's the fact that they are ALL about women dominating men. Let me explain: There are two stories, the first called, "Wonder Woman vs. The War God", in which she fights Mars, on planet Mars (lol!) and wins, as the power of peace and love will always prevail over evil. Okay, kind of cliche, but I was only 8. But my favorite story in the book was, "Amazons from Space" in which female aliens invade Earth, having invented a virus that has rendered all the men of their planet completely submissive (!!!). Suffice to say, I read this story over and over again, drinking up each page, puzzling over some of the larger words, lusting after the seven foot tall Queen of the Psi-Women, Llyra (are her clothes painted on?)... and to top it off, she and Wonder Woman get into a no-holds bitch-slap fest, ending with Llyra prostrate on the ground (her ass high in the air), warning Wonder Woman that no one has ever dared touch her in such a fashion- so beware! It's an unbelievably sexy fucking comic, and gave me funny stirrings which I re-live in a way every time I open it.

It never dawned on me until now what sort of impression it must have had on my childhood fantasies, which of course are connected to larger adult sexual fantasies sometimes. I know a lot of men have had the same experience with Cat Woman (RIP, Eartha Kitt) but never thought until now how powerful these images can be. Would it be wrong for me to masturbate to this now??? Because it's right next to me, and... LOL!

For the whole book, neatly scanned and (if you're reeeeeally bored) a downloadable audio clip click here:




http://powerrecord.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonder-woman-lp-1977.html


xoxo.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Ponderings on the Pride Parade...

I posted this back in 2012,  after I was on a float in the NYC Pride Parade.  I think it deserves a re-posting.  Enjoy!

Well, Gay Pride has come and gone. Such a fun time. It seems like you can go to a different party every night, and that it goes on for far longer than is reasonable.

I don't mean to toot my own horn (although it's so easy!), but have been going (off and on) since the 90's. I was a teenager, and not "out". I wasn't sure if I was gay, as I hadn't tried being with a girl yet. I was (and am) lucky enough to have a sister who was a crazy pagan lesbian vegetarian counter-culturalist forward-thinker who took me to Pride and all kinds of festivals where I saw Kim Airs wearing a strap-on and traffic cones on her breasts, amongst other things. It was exquisitely bizarre, and I am so grateful for those glimpses, being brought up in a very conventional environment.

But as I was waiting and waiting for the float I was on to start moving yesterday, I got frustrated. I mean, it took us four damned hours just to get started. Then I began thinking about the first time I went to the parade (when it was technically a "march", which is different). I remember my sister being hesitant about taking me because there was an actual level of danger. It's hard to imagine today, but back then the "march" was an act of protest. It was defiant. We are talking before "Will & Grace", before "Glee", clearly, before "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" went on goddamned fucking Broadway but was a small film your friends told you about that weirdly starred Agent Smith from "The Matrix". The shit was Real. You could get things thrown at you, there were bomb threats, and about 20% of the people there were protesting against it. For all of these reasons, I stopped being frustrated and realized how far everything has come. It's good that the parade is so large and so popular.

When I was a kid, I was spellbound by the freakish levels of abject randomness and how comfortable everyone was with whatever fantastical creature the march welcomed anyone to be. I fell in love with drag queens, and smiled at them with a starry-eyed stalker-like quality which I'm sure was a little scary- but which I still do because I find them absolutely bewitching. I met a curious man with door knockers in his nipples and scarification all over his chest (who was a banker in his vanilla life, not surprisingly to any of us, but which was to my 16 year old mind). It was probably the first time in my life I felt genuinely afraid and happy at the same time (probably a feeling a lot of bottoms can relate with). Especially when I saw Dykes on Bikes, who were at the very front. I remember being scared by the sound of the Harleys, and then burst into tears. I'm not sure why. It's silly, really. I mean, their name alone is pretty ridiculous. But I think it was the first time I had seen a powerful group of women en masse wielding machines with utter assuredness. It was an unabashed expression of female power and toughness, and it overwhelmed me. Now that I think about it, the placement of the biker babes was probably strategic. Not only because motorcycles are unreliable when stopping and starting, but it's a show of force in an otherwise vulnerable seeming population. (Lest we forget drag queens started the Stonewall Riot- which is the reason Pride exists).

Sure, Pride has become very commercialized, it's lost a lot of it's protest "edge", it's too large and clunky, it disturbs traffic, and the sheer defiant excitement of being outrageous in the face of forceful opposition is gone. But while I was looking out into the crowd of people yesterday-- smiling and waving and cheering and dancing- I felt the spirit of freedom of expression and universal concepts of love and acceptance are still at the heart. However you want to be, you can be. With enthusiasm. I'm pretty sure that having the experience of going when I was 16 did something toward assuring me that whatever pansexual, kinky, bizarre feelings I was having were fine, and even a positive thing. And I'm cool with that.


xoxo.

Serving some Pride Clown realness, bitches!

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

How Many Do You Think Really Exist?

Watch this and find out!  I passed with flying colors, clearly.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/video/eugeneyang/the-craziest-sex-fetishes-you-had-no-idea-existed

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

20th Anniversary of Bill Hicks' Death

I am unsure why people always choose the date of death to celebrate someone's life, but I will go along with the tradition because there is comfort in numbers.

If you are a reader of my blog, I tend to write about this particular comedian a lot, as his observations on "Life" are the most hilarious, most poetic musings I've ever heard.  You are in for a real treat (that is, if you aren't dumb and don't suck) if you have never heard of him before.  I am only going to put one "bit" here, as it is probably the most appropriate.  You can Youtube him all you want to get the funny stuff.

It's Just A Ride.



Here is the text if you are too much of a dingus to click through:

"The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they've begun to question, 'Is this real, or is this just a ride?', and other people have remembered, and they've come back to us and they say 'Hey, don't worry. Don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.' and we KILL THOSE PEOPLE. 

"Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real."

It's just a ride.

But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because ... It's just a ride.

And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear wants you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead see all of us as one.

Here's what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride:

Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever ... in peace."

-- Bill Hicks (1961 - 1994)



xoxo.



Thursday, February 13, 2014

All Girl Moroccan Motorcycle Gangs?

Yes, it exists!  They apparently have proof at the Taymor Grahne Gallery.  The exhibition comes down on March 7th, so get a move on!  I might want to go with someone else, so shoot me an email...  mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com





xoxo.

Monday, February 10, 2014

... And we're back!



I meant my website, you perv!




Stay tuned for a new look to my main site, mistressveronicanyc.com, more pics, and all new everything!  I'm coming for you, 2014!



xoxo.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Technical difficulties...

With my website, which should be fixed by tomorrow.  I know that's a long time to wait in order to gaze longingly at my photos, but in the immortal words of ME, "Tough titty".   And there is always Twitter.




xoxo.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Different Loving and a bit on Ava Taurel

I was flipping through an old copy of Different Loving looking for an interview with a dominatrix, and found the best possible example I could have hoped for.  I have had this book since I was 14, and did not recognize her name back then simply because it was before the internet and well, I was pretty young.  I would have loved if she had written her own book, as I feel she would have been able to articulate many of the complexities of BDSM and professional domination that we all complain have not yet been properly addressed.  Alas, we are left with whatever we can find.

Working in the days before the internet, men would have had to come see her based on her print ad and perhaps a phone call.  Here is how she perceived the interaction:

"Let's say a person first submits to the clothes and to the persona he imagines within these clothes:  I feel that as the session progresses, he will feel my personality, the strength of my soul, of my being, of my intellect, and will submit to that.  I assert my personality over his image of me.  The image of the clothes will always be there.  It will always fascinate him, but at the same time, as I reveal myself, especially as a real being, I tend to stand away from the cliches of dominance.  I tend to avoid having a submissive say, 'Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.'  I cannot stand those typical phrases.  I want different kinds of responses.  I look for things to say that are different from the standard; it must be something that appeals to me, so I don't feel that I'm just a tape recorder repeating certain monotone phrases that were scripted for mistresses."

Much of the interview is focused around what she wears, however, she also discusses her insistence that her work be seen as art.  She was so committed to thinking this way, that she said she would become distraught whenever a client would simply say to her afterward, "What wonderful stress relief!"

I find her fascinating in that she was far ahead of her time in terms of understanding and communicating the delicate psychology of BDSM.  For instance, what impetuses are behind certain fetishes, the need to feel pain, and the taboo associated with all of it.

There is a documentary about her, however, I prefer watching this (very frustrating yet illuminating) episode of The Morton Downey Jr. Show.  He is a tyrant, as should be expected, but Ava remains steadfast and articulates her points quite well regardless of his many interruptions and accusations.  Alan Goldstein (the owner of SCREW Magazine) is also on the show, and is surprisingly astute.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxxoVVyfvpo



xoxo.







Saturday, January 11, 2014

New Photo's!

I'll let them speak for themselves...






This is an oldie, but a goodie, which I posted to Twitter last summer.  Not all of my photos get posted on my website, so...  Click this link for more:  FOLLOW ME RIGHT NOW, PUNK



Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Going Poseur-Stomping!

Unfortunately for you, I am not in this photo.  However, it expresses my essence:




xoxox.
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