Do what the fuck I say.

Dear friends and followers,

Many of you already have heard that I'm a huge fan of telling people exactly what to do. A select few of you have had the pleasure of hearing my voice very near your actual head doing just that. Well guess what: Now everyone can enjoy the privilege—right in your ear!

Dear Mistress is something that's been kicking around in my head for a while now, and my good buddy Axe—the brilliant producer of Masocast—had a conversation not too long ago in which we decided it was only fitting for me to shoot my pearls right into all of your faces.

What the fuck am I talking about, you ask? Fair question. Many people have written me really interesting letters over the years, and when it's particularly deserved, I reply with clever candor. I took some of those letters, fixed your punctuation and grammar, and added a little polish to a few of your words, and spoke them into Axe's huge mic, and answered them. I'll continue to do this as long as I find it as entertaining as I currently do. What that means is you should keep sending me your letters, let me know if you'd like me to tighten them up and make you sound really interesting, and I just may write a special response for a new Masocast recording. Aren't you lucky.

Now do what the fuck I tell you to do, and check it out.

Episode 1: The Strong Submissive Type

Episode 2: Domina Anonyma

Cruelly yours,

Mistress Alex

VIOLENT FEMS ST. VALENTINE’S DAY MASSACRE: FEB 19th 7pm

Plagiarized (with permission of course) from Mistress Veronica's blog:

Badabing, bitches! Get up against the wall and raise your fucking hands up, because The Violent Fems are taking no prisoners this time. It’s (near) Valentine’s Day, which means we will rip your hearts out and stomp on them, mob style. Why, you say? Because we got beef, and we got it BAD.

You wanna prove you can be part of the “organization”? You wanna prove you’re a stand-up guy? Then PM or email Mme Veronica: mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com to get an interview for being attacked. THE CUT OFF DATE FOR BECOMING AN ATTACKEE IS FEB 12TH. If you just want to come and observe, you can show up Feb 19th, pay $10, and wish you were part of the action.

THIS IS A FEMALE DOMINATED, MALE SUBJUGATED PARTY.

NO MALE DOMS ALLOWED.

We consider this party to be far far removed from the run-of-the-mill fetish party in the sense that it is more a theater in the round. We dress up, we have certain people on whom we stage “attacks” (the attackees), we use “gang” implements, mostly, rather than whips and floggers, and we’re also friendly. You will not come to the party and stand around being bored waiting for someone to pay attention to you. If you are patient and don’t get in our way, we eventually say hello to everyone. You just have to be patient and respectful. Should I state that one more time? Patient and respectful, thanks!

There are two tiers, as you well know: $10 for observers, and $50 for ATTACKEES Don’t know what an attackee is, but are interested? Email mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com

**FYI, the party starts promptly and ends at 11pm, so if you show up at 10pm, you might miss the hot action! If you come before 7pm, you will be thrown out, and not in a good way.**

You've been warned.

The Pusher

I am the one who pushes boundaries, you push nothing. Yes, I will push your boundaries as I see fit, as much as I know you can handle, and I will respect your boundaries, because I'm proud of you for having them. I won't play with you if you don't have boundaries, because when you tell me your boundaries, that tells me you respect yourself, and why would I want to have a self-respectless creature anywhere near me? I have no problem in stripping your dignity and identity from you, leaving you as blank as a black and white line drawing of a two-dimensional puddle—if I am so inspired to do so, that is—but how can I possibly rip it out of you when you come to me without self-respect to begin with? How can I test your limits if you don't have any limits? How can I push your boundaries if they are nowhere to be found?

By the way, you will respect my boundaries, you have no other choice. And you are lucky, because this distills your existence to its purest simplicity when you're in my presence. How it works is: I tell you what I expect from you, I tell you what is permissable with me, and you Follow My Instructions. No exceptions. No negotiation. No taunting me to see if I'll get upset enough to really damage you the way you want to be damaged. No pushing me to see if I'll cave in because you just might be the one and only person who will finally get me to cave in and allow you something that you don't deserve and that I don't want. That will never happen, there is no such person, and the person who tries to be that person soon finds that they don't exist at all as far as I'm concerned.

Seriously. It's simple.

Do.

What.

I.

Say.

Because when you do what I say, you will be intrinsically rewarded with the knowledge that you have pleased me, entertained me, respected me, respected the fact that I know what's best for you, that I've listened to you and read you like an open book and know exactly what to do with you. When you do what I say, your existence is not only pure and simple, but you are living the best expression of yourself possible, you are, in fact, fulfilling your destiny in the most efficient, the most pristine, the most exquisite way possible. When you do exactly what I say, and become the best expression of yourself you can become, you have every right to be very, very proud of yourself. After I give you back your pride, that is, having completely stripped it away from you in the first place.

Tanning Hides in LA

Friends and followers in Los Angeles—it's that time again! I know you've missed me and I've missed you too, and therefore I have decided to inflict myself upon you January 8 to 13. Plans for revelry are already in the works, so if you're a submissive, masochist, fetishist or kinkster (including couples and any gender) who I haven't yet met and you want to get on my calendar, do it fast. I keep a tight schedule and preferred time slots go to those I already know.

Since I'll be in town a bit longer than my usual West Coast whirlwind tour, I may have time to do a photo shoot while I'm there. If you're an actual photographer with a website and would like to do a trade shoot, send me an email with your site's url and any ideas you have. I have a couple of new pieces of latex I haven't yet shot in, but I'm open to suggestion, and keep in mind I love doing shoots in public places. For example, it may be a bit chilly for bathing suits on the beach in January, but it's never too chilly to be covered in latex anywhere, anytime!

I'm particularly excited to partying with Ms. Justine Cross (the stunning brunette just above, as if you didn't already know that) while I'm in town! She has a fantastic new West LA dungeon, which is where I'll be sessioning. Also, she and I are looking forward to ganging up on a lucky bastard or two, so if you're worthy and are sure you can handle it, get in touch with one of us sooner than later to set up a double.

See you soon, LA! And you're welcome.

Nonconsensual Violence Makes Me Really Fucking Sick

About three hours ago, while we were Occupying Wall Street, a young man said, “Pull me out.” I was in shock, I can’t believe I heard him say that, I can’t believe he had to say that, I couldn’t believe that this was happening—actual police brutality right in front of my face, right in the middle of a peaceful march, and the opportunity for it clearly premeditated and created by the police. They needed to hurt someone, and this guy was the closest one, so he was chosen to take the beating. I was the closest person to him, people pulsing around me, none of us allowed to move in any direction, penned in, a line of cops behind us and a row of cops on mopeds in front of us, and crowds pressing in from both sides. He was a young man, same size as me, in the same predicament as the rest of us, only unluckiest because he happened to be closest to the bloodthirstiest of all the cops on mopeds. That bloodthirsty cop thought it was okay to run over the young man with his moped, and rather than get mowed down, the young man made what he thought was the safest decision, and sat down on the ground, next to a parked car. Veronica started yelling things at the cops like, “You’re running people over for no reason, why are you running us over, why are you doing this, we can’t go anywhere!” The cop didn’t give a fuck about anything, he jumped off of his bike, and onto the guy, and started bludgeoning him with his stick in one hand and pummeling him with his other fist. The young man was looking at me, round eyes shocked as mine, and because my face was nearest his face I heard him say “Pull me out,” and because time had stopped I don’t know if it was milliseconds or hours before I reacted and reached out for his arm and tried to pull him out from under the cop that was beating him. My fingers started to close around his forearm at the same moment that someone behind me grabbed me and pulled me backwards, saving me from receiving the same kind of beating from the same cop that was beating the poor boy I couldn’t grab hold of. The crowd around the scene closed up, and the crowd around me was rushing away from the scene of the crime, and I have no idea what happened next. I won’t lie, I’m glad I didn’t get the beating I was a millisecond away from getting if some anonymous person hadn’t saved me, but I keep wondering what happened to that young man I couldn’t do a fucking thing to help as a result of being saved. Veronica got it all on video, but it was dark. Hopefully someone can adjust it so we can see the cop’s face. We went back and she managed to get his badge number: NYPD #2501. Avoid this guy. Get this guy fired. Get him put in jail. Fuck the fucking cops who think they can get away with committing crimes whenever the fuck they feel like it.

I spoil you rotten.

I also completely spoil films. So if you're going to see the new Almodóvar film The Skin I Live In then you should look at three of the following photos, and then stop. Don't look any further until you've seen the film, then come back and see if you spotted any of the same themes that I did, as listed below, which as it happens, were written in the dark, verbatim, while I watched the film, because I didn't want to forget a word of what I wanted to spoil for you.

And because you believe every word I say, and because you love doing exactly what I tell you to do, and not only that, because you feel compelled and obligated to do exactly what I tell you to do, even if it didn't make you feel as good as it always does, you will go see this film. Yes, you will sit through subtitles and you will pay rapt attention as I did, and you will then come back here to read the list below, and you will match up my words to the images in your brain as best you can, and you will form new memories of it based on what I've told you to think. In effect, you will come back here to recreate the experience of seeing the film according to the scaffolding of my though process as I saw it. Yes, that is exactly what you will do.

So here are a few photos. Close your browser before the fourth one, so that you don't see the list of words that follows. I absolutely insist.

One.

Two.

Three. Go. Now.

Dehumanization.

Objectification.

Forced feminization.

Rape.

Kidnapping.

Total transformation.

Captivity.

Chained in the dungeon.

Hosed down.

Guy in a beast suit.

Cloned skin.

Medical.

Castration.

Dilators for size queen training.

Maid.

Mother.

Fucking garden.

Close captioned cameras.

Art.

Three.

Two.

One.

I'll know if you fucked up.

Not only that, but you'll feel compelled to confess.

Get the hell out.

This Sunday, the Violent Fems strike again.

And again.

When: Sunday, October 9, 2011, 7pm

Where: Billymark's West

corner of W 29th St & 10th Ave

What: Get attacked or be a pansy-ass voyeur.

How: email Kingpin@ViolentFems.com

or MistressVeronicaNYC@gmail.com

Why: Because I fucking said so, pantywaste.

This weekend have a Fetish Tribe Experience!

The NYC Fetish Tribe has lined up

all sorts of delightfully deviant events.

Do something.

(Here's where to get Discount VIP tickets.)

Friday...

Tribe Experience Shopping Excursion

at Purple Passion

Friday, October 7, 2011, 5–8pm

Purple Passion

211 W 20th St (7th & 8th Aves)

Friday Night at the Tribe Club

Friday, October 7, 2011, 9pm–4am

RebelNYC aka The Tribe Club

251 W 30th St (7th & 8th Aves)

$20 in fetishwear/$40 in all black

Saturday...

Lingerie Croquet

on the Great Lawn in Central Park

Saturday, October 8, 2011, 2pm–5pm

72nd Street entrance

Steamy Dance Night

at the Russian Baths

Saturday, October 8, 2011, 7pm–2am

Brooklyn Banya

602 Coney Island

(Beverley Rd & Ave C)

$35/$45/$85

Sunday...

Skillz Emporium

Sunday, October 9, 2011, 4:30–9:30pm

Delancey Lounge

168 Delancey St (@ Attorney)

$20/$35 to stay for Suspension

Violent Fems Freak Fest

*not a sponsored Tribe event

but I'll fucking be there, so whatever

Sunday, October 9, 2011, 7–11pm

Billymarks West

332 9th Ave (corner of 29th St)

$10 door/$50 attackees

Suspension

Sunday, October 9, 2011, 9pm–4am

Delancey Lounge

168 Delancey St (@ Attorney)

$20 in fetishwear/$40 in all black