I Am Getting Old

Seriously, I have just had a gala weekend most WGs would give their eye teeth to have. I mean I did Belle Du Jour proud. Starting with the taking of a long and through bath, shaving, waxing manicuring, pedicuring, hair curling, and a deft application of make up that rendered my skin flawless. It took about an hour and a half to apply it just right, checking it from different angles. If I do say so myself, it was magnificent. Urban Decay-Glinda limited eye shadow palette for those curious.

The dress was Valentino, the shoes Louboutins, the bag McQueen, the accessories were blinging as should warrant the opening of a grand hotel in London. The champagne flowed, as it should at these things, I was chatted up by several rather famous and infamous people. I was in my element, holding court. This was Violette at the top of her game. I am now down to a dress size 36-38! And have been training with a new personal trainer that makes satan look fluffy, but that boy has snapped me into shape in 12 weeks. He was worth every penny. Yes at 6 ft tall I am now a size 36-38! So I am thin, tall, and fit as fuck, as the boys in Liverpool are known to chant as a mantra when they visit me. Even clients who saw me two months ago, have said when seeing me now. Bloody hell woman, you have one figure on you. The ego is boosted. I should be feeling beautiful, fine, and ready to take on the world? Right?

Then why am I so fucking bored with it all? Seriously, have I become so jaded, that gala events with international famous people, now leave me yawning and desperate for a pair of pink fuzzy slippers? Or is it that I am getting old? I just don’t understand the sudden dissatisfaction with the status quo. Mind you I am loving the new fit and toned bod. No carbs pass my lips now, nor sugar, occasionally a bit of fruit, but that is about once a week. So, my muscle mass is lean, my ass is still perky(after the deep squats, that bastard of a personal trainer makes me do.), but hey I will always have that. The rest of me is trim, toned and tidy.

I think my overall problem is that I have actually been working too damn hard! Thus the dissatisfaction with the current situation. Another reason why I am not really touring in Ireland anymore. Way too much like hard work. Seriously, the fun is gone, it is too much stress, for too little gain. Thus the new trimmer, leaner, meaner, and seriously higher priced Violette. I am over renting myself out by the hour. It is gruelling. But when the money was brilliant, I was up for it all. Now with clients calling and bargaining! No thank you, I will take myself off to other climes more suitable to my temperament, and bank balance.

My New Photos

Just back from London yesterday. I went to get a new set of photos from my official photographer Joe K, The shoot was held in a lovely Country House/photo studio in Surrey, it was quite elegant. At one point during the application of my make up, I could see foxes running around in the back yard. I didn’t have my camera with me, so no pics. I am planning another shoot in the summer, so hopefully I will get to see the new family additions. Ohh baby foxes. Anyway enough about furry creatures and here are some of the results of that shoot, enjoy:

Something to show I love you.

I am now the proud owner of a horsehair fly whisk, from one of London’s more prestigious houses for the riding set. I was just drooling over the riding gear in the shop, they were just lovely and well made. I wish I had more gentlemen interested in proper pony play, or at least letting me tryout my new riding toys on them. <Sighs>

This lovely new toy would be used at the end of a flogging session, as it leaves a light almost unnoticeable sensation on the skin, akin to an after thought. So wailing on someone in the beginning of the session with it, will leave them unimpressed, but after solidly working them over for the better part of an hour, priming the skin, raising the blood to the surface, then applying with light deft wrist flicks, the fly whisk. Bliss! I think the gentlemen in question will leave with a new appreciation of what it means to be ‘ridden hard’. Oh, I can’t wait to try this out. Any volunteers?

Ooh La London!

I am always on the lookout for something new and interesting in the way of lingerie, being that it is the foundation of my work, it helps to always look for something different and interesting. Not for the pleasure of the client, which is usually a given, but for my pleasure. I remember the first time I put on a pair of La Perla knickers, I felt instantly sexy, and a bit grown up. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the comfy pair of cotton girly boxers, but for the wow effect, you need to splash out for the good stuff. Spend a bit on the expensive stuff, tease and tantalize your man or woman, or yourself for that matter.
Here are some of the goodies I found in London this weekend.
Madame V at a lovely little store in Covent Garden, in Shorts’ Gardens. Truly Scrumptious a lovely little shop with bits and piece of frilly lingerie littering the upstairs, and lovely lock em in corsets down stairs, along with some of the best made and well priced leather toys! A serious heart shaped paddle in pink and black leather 25 pounds! Oh I can’t wait to try it out. SMACK THAT ARSE! I also tripped into the Agent Provocateur store. I can’t wait for the sale.
I also came across these lovely items from Modern Courtesan, and some serious corsets from Eternal Spirits. These are expensive, but you are getting a serious piece of equipment.
But the one thing these brands all have in common, is that they are all made in the UK! French lingerie is often hailed as the most sexy, and the most lusted after, but I must say the English do have their own home grown brand of naughtiness that makes for some serious in the bedroom fun.