"Libido is everywhere, and it is always far more than itself." Simone de Beauvoir
A modern day
libertine,
Ava Saint is a mistress and co-conspirator engaged with a select few adventurous, intelligent men and women. Some come claiming foolishly to be “made to do anything” that she desires, when force is hardly required.
This is where you may get to know her better, and
learn how you may be introduced.
“In this era of information overload, visual stimulation has reached an all time pinnacle. But imagine, just for an hour or two that you cannot see, that you are abandoning vision in exchange for a new, more stimulating dining experience – this is “Dining in the Dark”.” Exquisite, possibly, and what a marvelous opportunity to try on your new heels under the table. Or mine. The last time I went out in San Francisco with a subject, I left my purse handcuffed to his wrist. I imagine this would work even more effectively where no one could see at all.
My instrument sends these images (shot somewhat secretly) from an installation called “Kursk” (“Silicon, metal, motors, pneumatics, sound”), part of P.S.1’s current show,
Arctic Hysteria. Which sounds like a the name of a speciality retreat in a cold place covered in rubber I think I’d like to go on.
Miss Saint's Taxonomy of Servants
Goodness, are they servants? Playthings? Pets?
As of my most recent resurfacing, I’ve acquired an Instrument and a Femme. They are not slaves. The Instrument has that potential (and no doubt, exhibitionist that he is in part, enjoys to hear me say so in this forum), but we’ll see as that evolves. He’s sent me sweetly tortured updates on his recent chastity in New York. With that heat and all, I had to find a way to keep him sharply focused on me a coast away.
Always, there is my one and true bijou — with whom I’ve got such a natural and empathetic relationship that I can meet her in my jeans and a t-shirt and gossip as girls as we work on decorating my San Francisco Salon. Yes, my roots are here. I wasn’t sure when the year began, but that’s for certain now. (Though my calendar is already dangerously full.)
The fair thing to do, from a pedagogical sense, is to let each of these three weigh in on how I’ve classified them. bijou is so mine that I know her mind already. But the other two? I’ll have to assign an open-ended essay.
Of Leashes, and Public Surrender
My mentor M. Cybele has a system of Leashes — short, medium, long — for maintaining communication about what depth of surrender is required of a subject at any given time. This makes for more fluid public play, but it does require some grace to slide from one “Leashed State” to another. Of course they are conceptual. I won’t take you on a leash or lead to Hermes unless we bought it there.
