Feral Play

One of the things that I enjoy in my personal play time that I don't often get requested from a

Client, is Feral Play. We're talking growling, biting, clawing, and scampering around on all fours,

and of course, hair pulling and all of the rest still applies ;)

For me, this kind of play lets me drop down to a primal level of my brain where there is very little

responsibility. It also brings be closer to subspace from the outset, so I get there quickly and

often.

Now, all of this physical ferocity does not mean that you are going to come out of this battered

an bruised. I am well trained. I am able to engage in said play without leaving marks on the

body of my assailant.

In fact, I recently was the plaything of a friend and came out looking like I'd been mauled by a

Lion with not a scratch nor bite on the other party. That's without a gag or any other type of

bondage! *brags*

So please, remember to never be afraid to ask for something, and negotiate the details. We can

hopefully always find a way to accommodate your deepest desires!

To book an appointment, email me at TheNerdyCompanion@gmail.com

"Just a Phase"

I've been asked several times if I think that this work I do at the Den of Nine Tails is 'just a

phase'. Well, let's see. I was told at 17 that being bi­sexual was 'just a phase'. At 28, I think I've

proven that it is not a phase. I was told at 19, when I had my first open relationship, that this was

'just a phase'. I have now upgraded to being fully Polyamourous. So, again, not a phase.

I have been actively into kink for the past four years. I've been in a live­in sub, and am now

living with the shoe on the other foot, living with my submissive. I have been a Companion for

the last 2 years, and have now teamed up with the Dungeon, giving me access to all kinds of

networking and educational opportunities. Not to mention a whole slew of neat toys and

equipment ;) I wake up every day amped to go to work, even if it's just to sit at the computer all

day. I have a job doing what I love and helping others. What about this screams of a phase?

I get the good kind of butterflies before every Party, every Scene, every Workshop, and every

Client. I hope that never changes.

For Fun & Profit

Despite the fact that "Ain't No Rest For the Wicked" is my self declared theme song as a

Companion, and while I do have bills to pay, I've chosen to work as a Companion for reasons

beyond the all mighty buck. It irks me when people voice the dissenting thought of 'sex workers

do it because they can't do anything else!' Bullshit!

Now, don't get me wrong, I am sure that there are plenty enough people out there that are

feeding the stereotype. However, just like not all Jews are cheap, not all Blacks are drug

dealers, and not all Middle Easterners are terrorists, not all Sex Workers are strung out crack

whores turning cheap tricks to feed their habits.

So now you're thinking, "Okay, Angie, then why do you do it? For fun & profit?"

What I do as a Companion stems from the wish to help others. I am largely service oriented, but

I am also a problem solver. I've been helping friends and family to organize their lives for years.

To become, and remain motivated. To feel better about themselves. To polish their social skills.

To explore their humanity, and their sexuality (well, more friends than family for this one ; ) ). As

it turns out, I'm pretty good at it ; ) So now I've polished my skills to the point where I feel

comfortable offering my services professionally. I also train others to do what I do. I'm not

looking to corner the market. I'm looking to help and teach whoever wants to be helped and

taught.

In fact, it is my dream to someday have so many Clients and Apprentices that we'll need a

second location! Just imagine; Nine Tails Toronto at Beaches, Nine Tails Toronto Downtown,

and down the road, Nine Tails Kitchener, Nine Tails London, Nine Tails Ottawa. The possibilities

are endless!

After all of that other stuff, yes, for fun & profit : P

Party Teaser - Rubber Ducky

We're barely recouped from the Niagara Road Trip, and already we're planning the next party at the Den of Nine Tails!

The regular date for our monthly parties shall be the first Saturday of every month. May 3rd's party shall run with the theme of Rubber Ducky! All things Rubber or all things Ducky! Seems appropriate for spring ; )

I'm thinking of going Little for the event...

Remember to send your RSVP's to RSVP@DenOfNineTails.Com for a $5 discount on entry!

Niagara Falls Road Trip - Day Three

Wow! Our last night was a huge hit! We had no less than four new people try out the Vac Bed! I was kept busy cleaning it between sessions, as well as having my wicked way with our willing participants! It looks like we've got a few faces we can hope to see on a regular basis to our parties, and workshops! And my red bikini and sarong were a big hit with one and all ; )

I crawled into bed around one a.m. after having been crawling around using ice, the Hitachi, hands, and mouth with my Vac Bed Victims and then stowing it away in it's bag for easy portability to the car in the morning. I went to bed randy as all get out!

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Niagara Falls Road Trip - Day Two

Day two began a little slower. My body required extra time to limber up after climbing in and out of the Vac Bed all evening, either demoing, or cleaning it. The change in weather has also given me a migraine, making me wish I could remember who had offered me a massage last night!

We had three brave souls try out the Vac Bed, and each of them confessed that it was a way better experience than they had imagined, and not nearly as terrifying. It also helps that our particular model allows your entire head to be in open air.

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Niagara Falls Road Trip - Day One

I suppose that today is technically day two, though yesterday was comprised largely of simply trying to find some place to eat, and settling into our hotel room. Though we did take plenty of pictures of Mara Dyne and I trying on some new lingerie we picked up, as well as messing around in the in-room Jacuzzi ; ) (See my Twitter or Fetlife for those shots!)

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After the Party

Well! Our first party here at the Den of Nine Tails has come and gone!

All who attended looked to have been having a wonderful time! We saw some familiar faces, as

well as a few new ones, which is always lovely to see :) There were some lovely costumes, and

certainly some lovely outfits!

We received some high praise for our "relaxed, friendly, and funny" staff, as well as hosting an

event that did not seem "too contrived". The one complaint we seem to be getting from

everyone is that they were so exhausted the next day from all the fun! :D

Some of the highlights of the evening were, our own Azura Rose did a demonstration on the

Sybian, as well as autofallatio. I myself submitted to a good ass beating. Pookie, our bartender,

ended up with her lovely bosom exposed. I ended up running around in nothing but my necklace

and polka dotted thong. Mistress was released from her straight jacket towards the end of the

evening, to reveal a scintillating purple fishnet body stocking. Miss Sylvie Gothika abandoned

her red courset in favour of being bare chested. Mara Dyne was dudded up in her militaristic

outfit, and much much more!

Check out my Twitter feed or Fetlife for photos!

Thank you for your support to all who attended and to all who helped out! Contributions to our

donations bucket totaled $97! That will go towards setting up our video page (Coming soon!)

Stay tuned for details on our next event!

Let's Talk About Body Image

A question that I don't hear very often is, "Do you feel secure in your own skin? Do you have

any body image issues?"

People assume that because I am a sex worker, because I appear nude on camera, because I

come across as so self confident, that I couldn't possibly have any issues in these areas. *cue

sarcastic laughter*

Even when I was in high school, and was lithe and athletic, I was self conscious of my body.

Even if I had that body today, I would still be self conscious. When you grow up being bullied,

your looks are often the first thing that come under attack. For a young girl, some of those things

stick.

One of those thoughtless things that was said was "Thunder Thighs". Years later, a compliment

that has become the counter balance to that thought was as follows: During a conversation with

one of the first Doms that I ever got involved with, I asked him what the first thing that drew him

to me was. Keeping in mind that we met when I was working at a café. My typical work attire

was yoga pants and a 'wife beater'. His response was "The first thing I thought was 'Wow,

there's a pair of thighs a man could get lost between'."

So that's the kind of thing I try to keep in mind when I'm running around in short shorts, or a mini

skirt, or just my panties, or nothing at all. It's the thing I try to cling to when I'm dreading the

thought of having to go clothes shopping, or, heaven forbid, purchase my first bikini.

I spend a fair amount of time re­watching the footage of porn I've shot. Often spending an hour

at a time taking stills from the footage. I have described this as an exercise in self confidence. I

make the quip that I am slowly learning to see past the cottage cheese. But here's the stupid

thing. I don't find fault in other people's bodies! Only my own! I'm my own worst critic. I find all

body types appealing to some degree. I find small physical flaws like skin tags, or scars, or the

aforementioned cottage cheese, fascinating! I have an oral fixation and am a visual learner, so I

love things like that!

I don't fake orgasms, but the self confidence that I exude is something sorely won. There are

still some days that I don't want to look in the mirror, or wear anything revealing.

So please, if you're hesitating to give me, or any other sex worker or adult entertainer a

compliment, because you think that it will sound corny, or cheesy, or that we don't need that

little confidence boost, please remember that at the end of the day, we are people too. A kind

word goes a long way, cheesy or not :P

How I Discovered an Interest in BDSM

This is one of my favourite stories to tell *smirk*

I blame my Dad, and not in some twisted, incestuous, CAS ­involved way, so cool your jets!

For starters, one of Dad's favourite sayings as I was growing up, was, "Whip me, beat me, just

don't bore me!" Nuff said?

I was always an avid reader, reading things like Jack London's White Fang on my own by the

third grade. When I got to the 6th grade, Dad handed me a book called Raga Six. To this day, I

don't know if he did what he is sometimes notorious for, and simply skim read it, saw it was

about the occult, and decided I might enjoy it, or he just honestly didn't know that it involved

some really explicit, and even gruesome, sex scenes. It's sort of one of those questions that I

just don't want to know the answer to.

I was definitely turned on by said scenes. But to be honest, I can remember having what I can

now describe as Master/Slave fantasies when masturbating at the ripe age of 8. Make­believe

games with one female friend in particular always ended up with her being some poor victim

trussed up that I was to rescue from rape, or to be the rapist (her idea, but I was into it). I also

ended up trussed up and threatened with a (toy) knife at one point. Besides the fact that it

scared the hell out of me, it was certainly scintillating.

As I grew older, internal mantras when masturbating turned to things like, "You can't rape the

willing" and "Rape is just sex you didn't know you wanted". So apparently consensual non

consent was something that I wanted to experience. This was going on starting around age 16.

My first lover was mostly vanilla. A little light hair pulling and gentle spanking were about as far

as we got outside of 'normal'. Though we did 'swing' with another, older couple. My first attempt

with anal was with these two guys. But they were both a little too impatient, so I tapped out. Too

much pain.

Fast forward to age 22 when I started dating who I describe as the love of my life. I had read a

lot of books by this point, and some internet erotica. I knew that rough sex made me wet. That

power exchange was something I was into. So one day, I got brave, and asked him to spank

me. Now, I was braced for the initial "What the fuck?!" face. But that dragged out into a full two

minute stare down, It ended with me crying myself sick in the bottom of the shower, water on,

and clothes still on.

What can I say? Water is my safe place.

So when that relationship fell apart 2 years later, I began what I call my Year of Hell, during

which my number of sexual partners multiplied exponentially. I found my way into the company

of several different people who were of the Kink persuasion. I started some light training with a

couple of different Doms, touching on things like anal training, breath play, bondage, nipple

torture, bladder control, impact play, forced orgasms, and deep throating. Role play, including

Pet Play was also part of the adventure.

From there, I found a Dom who was willing to take me on on a live­in, permanent basis. He has

helped to open my eyes to a world of awesome kinkdom, and gave me a safe place to explore

all of those wonderful and perverse things. There are still some things I haven't tried, but there

are very few things which I am not interested in.

The rest, as they say, is history! ; )

Porn World Problems

For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you've probably seen me use the hashtag

"PornWorldProblems". For those of you who don't follow me, what the hell are you waiting

for!?!?

A few examples of Porn World Problems are as follows:

1­ Having to repaint my nails every two days to be camera ready

2­ Not being able to shave my head on a whim (handlebars required ;) )

3­ Not having the heart to get a full back tattoo (and ruin a perfectly good canvass???)

4­ Having non­coworker partners constantly feeling inadequate (Dude! it's not a competition!!!!)

I think there's a longer blog post there...

5­ Trying to pick something to wear for a scene, knowing it's going to spend 98% of it's time off

camera, on the floor

6­ Remembering to take my socks off!!!

7­ Having to explain to guys who have always been able to get a nude shot from me, that I'm a

professional now...

8­ Having to figure out a Vanilla story for what I do all day at "work"

9­ "Working" so hard that I barely have energy for other "life" activities (Note to self: do not ride

the Sybian the day before grocery shopping...)

10­ Not being able to keep track of the days of the week (Weekend? There's an end to a work

week?!?!)

Yes, there are some stories there. Stay tuned for those, and many more!