I will be hosting!! Jan 23rd NYC

Leg oriented hotness

 I wish they would bring back My favorite "bondage" tights, as Mine are appropriately torn to shreds ::

<3 Wolford hosiery <3

A brief holiday.

I thought this kids his and Hers set of pony play inspired t-shirt set was adorable!

That being said, I am traveling until August 5th and am seldom answering calls. For inquiries :: email me at Mistress@LadyWednesday.com or call after My return.

You may also try the calendar link I have added to the pages section of this blog. Scheduling online is the future my darlings.

I love new found lifestylers [and Russia jokes]

Corporal Punishment of the Day: 32-year-old Viktor Jasinski, went into Olga Zajac’s salon with every intention of robbing her. Seems he should’ve done a better job of casing his target.

The 28-year-old salon owner also happens to be a black-belt in karate, and not exactly passive in her notions of justice.

After disabling the perp with a single kick, she dragged him to the back room, tied him up with a dryer cord, and proceeded to teach him a lesson that involved days of viagra fueled slave sex.

We’re not sure what went down (emotionally??) between the two, but Olga set him free with 1000 rubles (approximately $277) and a fresh pair of jeans. He walked those over to the police station the first second he could. Now, both are under arrest.

In Russia, victim victimize YOU.




[via http://tease.thedailywh.at ]

Cock, meet gag reflex.

It's one thing to gag on My Cock [which I adore the sound of - it usually makes My day].
But it's another thing entirely, to puke a little on It.
Like in a moment of triumph, a warm wave of pride washed over Me.

[And Ladies, this is another good reason to use protection, I would hate to see a beautiful silicone Cock deteriorate from just one tiny gag reflex.]

yellow diamonds, are a Girl best friend

on the topic of hasidic jews and their wresting fetishes

I found this story to be hilarious and also remind me of a client I had the misfortune of meeting [ever so briefly] last week.

[also, it reminds me of the scene from the documentary "Fetishes", which shows the maniacal behavior of a client with a wrestling fantasy - which happens to be the only negative in-session experience depicted in the film]

<quote>

The memory that stands out most of my years working at The Rez, though, was the night I nearly died at the hands of a crazed Hasidic Jew. It was around eight o’clock, and my friend Megan and I were the only people left in the park. We were closing up to leave, when suddenly out of nowhere appeared this massive, beast-like Hasidic Jewish man, running toward us at top speed and screaming frantically. Terrified, I pick up the nearest stick I could find and held it up above my head like a trident. Megan seemed quite shocked by the severity of my reaction, but was scared nonetheless.

“This gas station?!” shouted the monster as he rushed toward us.

“This isn't a gas station,” I replied wearily, still holding my trident. “It's a park.”

“No gas station?”

Me: No.

Monster: No?

Me: NO. (Just for reference, the park looks nothing like a gas station. It looks, quite obviously, like a park.)

“I see, I see,” he said, calming down slightly. “No problems, no problems.” Next came a long, extremely awkward pause in which the gigantic man just stared at us motionless, then after about a minute he clenched his fist, raised it up into the air like a torch, and let out a mammoth, Earth-shaking roar. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Strong women, yes?” he shouted as Megan and I stared up at him in wonderment.

“Uh, what?” muttered Megan.

“You two women like to wrestle, yes?” he continued, flexing his muscles.

“What do you mean wrestle?” I asked, my confusion beginning to eradicate my fear.

“You know,” he said, “like throwing people to the ground.”

“Umm… not really.”

“Why not?” he persisted, looking slightly puzzled.

“Uh, I don't know,” I said. “We just don’t.” I looked up at the beast. He was at least 6’3’’ and must have weighed nearly three hundred pounds—his back woolen suit causing him to sweat profusely in the August sun.

“Do you want some water?” asked Megan, changing the subject. You're kinda sweating.” (‘Kinda’ being a complete understatement)

“No, no,” he yelled, flailing his arms as if to dismiss the statement. “Now throw me to the ground strong women!”

When neither of us responded, he let out a resounding cry. “THROW ME TO THE GROUND STRONG WOMEN!”

At this point the maniac grabbed Megan by the arm and pulled her toward him. I, being the great friend that I am, grabbed her other arm and pulled back. The brief tug-of-war, unfortunately, resulted in how you'd expect a tug-of-war between a savage beast and a helpless teenage girl to—he won. Megan then went flying into his protruding stomach, then bounced back off again, landing in a heap on the ground.

“We don't want to wrestle you, you psycho!” I screamed, helping Megan to her feet.

“Throw me! Throw me! Throw me! Throw me! Throw me! Throw me!”

“Look,” shouted Megan, helpless. “If you don't leave right now I'm calling the police.”

“No no no,” he replied. “No police. Here, let me just feel your muscle.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I screamed. (It sounds funny now but at the time it was actually quite terrifying.)

“Here, let me feel your strong muscle,” he said as he slowly moved toward us, his arms outstretched. As he moved closer and closer I could begin to smell his breath, which stunk of sour milk and wood.

“Look, you fucking lunatic!” I screamed, picking up my trident. “We don't want to wrestle you, we don’t want you to feel our muscles, and we don't want you breathing all over us, so back the fuck up before I stick this is your eye!” Immediately after I said this I felt rather proud of myself, having sounded impressively intimidating.

What happened next was unexpected. For the first time, the giant began to show an aura of vulnerability. He seemed embarrassed, even. And as he backed away, head down, I almost felt sorry for the guy. For a second there it almost looked like he was going to cry.

“Look, I'm sorry,” I said, after a moment’s silence. “We didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It’s just—I don't know if where you're from it normal to challenge young girls you’ve just met to wrestling matches, but like, we’re in America now, and people are just going to think you’re a rapist.”

The barbarian looked up to the sky ponderously, and in his moment of reflection, I began to think that maybe I reached him—even if just on a subconscious level—and I suddenly felt really good about myself.

“I see,” said the man, as if in a state of enlightenment. “No Wrestle.”

Me: “No wrestle.”

And at that moment the three of us just smiled at each other. No further words needed to be said. There was an unspoken understanding. And with that, the monster walked off into the sunset, in my opinion, a changed man.

<end quote>

written by an anonymous source found by searching "hasidic" and "wrestling" online

post session clean up photo op!

how to have a good time with shoes

two of my favorite subbies ^_^

 playing two of my favorite games...

 "Guess How Many [needles are in your nipple]"

and "Single-Tail Tic-Tack-Toe"

 

you can just make out "Lady Wins!" in marker.

I play fair; and I always win ;)

Shit list

GS teaser!

I just love candid late night shots of things your dreams are made of.

If they were my dreams, you see, the toilet would be so much nicer. 

Enjoy!

I *heart* boots and hats

out takes from a recent shoot :: 

New Amazon WISHLIST is up!!

check out my list  

HERE

here is a fun photo from the recent fashion RTW fashion show

I <3 skulls + hats

Happy Saturday to My foot & shoe fetishists!!

:: Foot Yoga ::

Power Stance

Meditative Pose

 

Sleepy Position

[aka needs a pedicure pose]

New glam photos of Lady on stage!

A lesson in rope :: Strap-On Harness

Lady Wednesday presents ::
Mistress Saharazad
A lesson in Shibari - How to tie a harness

The Sensation of Sounds

As I enjoy a cup of wine, I reminisce about the past week. On wednesday I practiced using medical sounds on a slave whom Lady Wednesday had called in for the occasion. As my subject writhed and sighed on the floor in front of me, I pulled the metal rod up and let it sink down his urethra, diving deeper with every submersion. My legs slightly caressed his as My slender fingers lifted and lowered the sound.  My thighs grazed his as I sat there transfixed on the task at hand; I loved watching him squirm. After the session My slave cleaned in his socks while Lady Wednesday took photos for her amusement. I ended the scene by caning him, reminding him with every firm stroke the characteristics of a good slave, making him recite my edict, with perfect diction. - Mistress Saharazad

Screw the Roses, Give Me the Thorns

The thought of thorns excites Me beyond belief.

To transform My slender finger into a beautiful stem, more so!

[Make Me smile ^_^ by ordering Size 2]


^ NEW WISHLIST PAGE ADDED ^

St. Andrew's Cross

This afternoon I enjoyed a slave bound to a St. Andrew's cross.
I assisted Lady Wednesday in a fun round of spanking and tickling him; he squirmed, bound and at Our disposal.
I laughed as his torment, pain, and pleasure as they crossed over his skin.
We both delighted in this session, a very pleasant way to start the day!

- Mistress Saharazad

Meticulous Desire

My meticulous nature had set My expectations for slaves quite high, but the past two weeks have gone very well. A slave came to clean last night - now Lady Wednesday and I enjoy cleaner floors for Our play time. As I sat painting My nails, he cleaned. I loomed over him; making sure what I wanted was done properly. With My rose ended crop in hand, I allowed him to take breaks for brief floggings in order to keep his ass and demeanor a bright and cheery red!
For his decent behavior, and satisfactory cleaning abilities he was allowed to enjoy my finely painted toes [colored a deep red wine] on just one of My feet, for a gorgeous 10minutes.


-Mistress Saharazad 

A new Apprentice // Mistress Saharazad

Photo temporarily removed >_<

Will be training with Me and taking double sessions starting April 

on Tuesdays and Wednesday afternoons.

Photo Op! A bed of snakes.

this is what happens when I go back to Boston to visit some old friends - photo shoots

after all - what good Femme Fatale doesn't adorn herself with snakes every now and again?

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I want this room. So fucking cute. STUFFED ANIMAL RESTRAINS EEEEEE!!!

Anyone up for some pony play??

i want a good subbie to get me this hood so I can play horsie all day long

FeeT :: outtakes from a shoot

+ 1 band-aid

January 2011 availability

I should be available throughout the month of January.
There is a slight chance of travel to Boston, MA for the last week.
I will be vailable for outcalls in Boston with advanced booking.

Same day booking in January is available but will not guarantee your choice of time.
To guarantee availability, if your hours are limited, booking a week in advance is advisable.


xx
Lady

My appearance on Jerry Springer [ Nov 12th 2010 ]