Chastity slave in cage with sign of Ms. Ava Durga's name and date

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Chastity slave in cage with sign of Ms. Ava Durga's name and date

This new long-distance chastity trainee made a great first impression by proactively sending me this pic of his Jailbird device (after asking permission, of course).

My pleasure was tempered, though, when I noticed he misspelled my last name.

Tsk, R. We’ll be discussing attention to detail in a future call.

Ms. Ava Durga and TS Miss Kitty at Tea

Tea with the Ladies

Ms. Ava Durga and TS Miss Kitty at Tea

I recently attended the “Are You Being Served?” tea party celebrating the 10th anniversary of Club Fem Southeast Florida—a social organization for female lifestyle dominants. My involvement with Club Fem has been a rich source of connection with other strong, intelligent, kinky women. Its outgoing headmistress, Lady Q, is a cherished mentor and was an integral part of my decision to establish the Parlor.

Among many engaging conversations that day, I especially enjoyed chatting with Ms. TS Kitty, aka TS Amazon Goddess. She’s a skilled Domme, an educator, a community activist, and a deviously clever sadist. We concluded that doing double sessions would be fun, especially for a naughty boy or gurl who needs an extra-heavy hand.

Think you could handle us both?

Happy Holidays

I end this year filled with gratitude for the amazing people and experiences made possible through the Parlor and the Blue Belles. Thank you for your continuing loyalty, trust, and goodwill. 

Best wishes to you all for a happy holiday season and a 2019 filled with ever-increasing beauty, authenticity, and freedom—inside and out.  

Love, 

Ms. Ava


Panty Show and Sugar Cookies

One of my favorite appointments this year was with  Janna, a brand-new client who traveled 2 hours to see me the week before my birthday.  She modeled her extensive collection of  satin panties  and lingerie for me before baking a batch of cookies en femme—then we had warm cookies and milk while doing a jigsaw puzzle and  having gurl talk about sexuality, relationships, gender, and life.  Thank you, Janna, for an afternoon of effective pampering–visual, gastronomic, and intellectual.

I Left My Marks in San Francisco

Most of you know me as a developmental, protective, sensual Domme. Control through  guidance and inspiration, not humiliation, is my natural default in daily work and life. What you may not know is that there’s a hidden leather bitch who comes out to play on rare occasions, aroused by certain people and circumstances.

The most recent of these occasions was in San Francisco at the Academy of SM Arts Dominatrix Training 3-Day Pro Intensive in October. I’ve attended many educational activities and conferences since 2001, but have never experienced so much meaningful professional  development in one place. It was a privilege to learn from Dommes extraordinaire Cleo Dubois, Eve Minax, and Selena Raven; their volunteer bottoms; and my seven co-learners, who included a sleek blonde European Mistress, a devilish Midwestern girl next door, a dynamic young New Yorker, a long-time lifestyle player, and three other equally diverse and beautiful dominant women.

For our final scene on the last night, I became inspired by a masochistic bottom in a mummification bag and abruptly abandoned my slut training plans. Instead, I jumped onto the table and sat on his chest for some up-close CBT. Raw primal energy flowed from a place deep within as I disinterred him and continued to let loose. Nails. Teeth. Growling. Rope. Implements. Screams. Then I was spent, drenched in sweat. So was he. It was cathartic.

Sadism isn’t my set point, and I can’t flip that switch at will. But when it erupts… oh, my.

This trip was generously sponsored by P1, my free range pet, for whom handsome rewards are in store. He’s months overdue for some immobilization and sensory escape himself, but has been excused for good reasons.  While my patient, benevolent Goddess self has prevailed during this time, make no mistake, boy: the sadist waits quietly within. 

Kink Talk with Ms. Ava on SLS Radio

As a  recent guest on SLS (Swing Lifestyle) Radio, I had a blast sipping wine and chatting live with DJ Rick and his wife Brenda about some of my favorite things: crossdressing, kink, dominance, strap-ons, prostates, pain vs. sensation,  chastity, orgasm control, and more.

Want to hear my voice, learn a few things, and bear witness to Brenda’s gradual development and corruption?  Enjoy this partial recording, edited for length.

The Silence of the Diva

Darlings, please understand something… I don’t make regular blog and social media posts. That doesn’t mean I’m idle.

I consciously try to savor my life and work, immersing myself in the  moment. My thoughts rarely turn toward documenting my experiences and thoughts for the  masses. Once the moment has passed and I’ve relished its juicy goodness, I’m off to the next thing.

Here’s my confession: The pressure to regularly report my activities and thoughts online makes me want to dig in my heels like a petulant child.  Will adding more memes, cleavage pics, and links  to the digital clutter on social media really bring new friends to the Parlor who wouldn’t have found me otherwise?

Writing posts of value takes time, thought, and effort.  I  find myself drawn instead to spending that time with other human beings, or in quiet reverie, or playing, or learning, or planning, or—best yet—immersed in a new experience or adventure. Because that’s what life’s about.

Is this lack of consistent posting bad for marketing? Conventional Wisdom says so—but I’ve found CV  to be an untrustworthy advisor. Is it self-indulgent, or even lazy? Perhaps. I do have things of value to share. But I’m more driven to maximize the time I spend living life and making a personal difference to others.

Sometimes I am inspired to post. When I feel like it. When I have something to say. Sometimes even in flurries. But not on a schedule.

Even if I’m quiet online, I’m here in real life. Maybe you should be, too. Schedule an appointment with me, in person or by phone, and create a new life-enriching experience of your own.

Save Money and Double the Fun with “Gal Pal” Sessions

Dress with a Friend!

Many gurls who visit me at the Parlor say they love getting gorgeous with another crossdresser—it’s always more fun! And doubling up can save you money.

Did you know I offer “Gal Pal” sessions? Bring a friend to dress or play together with me at a special rate. Both people must be screened and approved before booking.

“Gal Pal” Session Rates (total for 2 participants):

Type 1 (Let’s Be Girly):  $150/hour (Blue Belles members: $125/hour)

Type 2 (Playtime): Contact me to inquire.

Don’t have a friend to bring along, but still like being social? Join the Parlor Gurls to attend private “Gurl Time” sessions.

 

 

 

 

A Romp in the Dildo Farm

Before leaving Florida to head north, my dear friend Special K took a break to be silly while sorting toys for me.  I miss you, K!

Chastity Is About Harnessing the Knight

The best place for this key is between my breasts.

My attitude and approach toward female-led relationships (FLR) and dominance in my personal life is sometimes hard for men to understand when all they’ve seen (thank you, porn sites) is the more aggressive and demeaning variety. Just sharing this tidbit from a recent online conversation:

Him: I can see how breaking down an alpha male could be a turn-on for you. Obviously, chastity is a tool to make it all work, so you must enjoy that as well.

Me: I am not interested in “breaking down” an alpha male… it’s about harnessing the knight in him, allowing him the opportunity to be of service to, and cherished and owned by, a strong, smart, affectionate woman with high standards who’s invested in his personal development and self-actualization.

Chastity appeals to me not as a tool of subjugation, but as a tool for improvement in the male. Orgasm control and erotic energy play create biochemical reactions in the body that increase his worldly power, drive, and focus, and his attention to me…. and those are the things that turn me on. I enjoy the willing submission of strong and accomplished men, not weak, needy, indiscriminate, or broken ones.

In short, I like to feel tamed muscle between my legs. I have never felt the desire—or the need—to turn a thoroughbred into a mule, or a knight into a knave, to create one that is even stronger, more responsive, and well trained.