Mistress Mitsukai was one of the first findoms I ever discovered online.

It was 2006; I was mostly selling panties on ebanned at the time and just barely getting my femdom site up and running. I remember finding her blog and reading it with obsessive curiosity and admiration. Amongst a sea of bratty pink princesses, she was this relaxed, poised individual who could cut you down with a few swift words.  She intimidated me.

Her brilliant style of humiliation was to let men inadvertently embarrass themselves by letting her clear, straightforward manner of speaking stand in hilarious contrast to the embarrassing ways in which men who are drunk off their own lust attempt to communicate and function.

She had a casual, yet sadistic way of exerting her dominance. Back before anyone was making clips, she posted free videos on youtube that eroticized gunplay and splattering men’s brains against the wall. Her particularly dark imagination and sardonic diction was something to be admired. She was the type of woman I wanted to drink whiskey and laugh maniacally with…and I fucking hate whiskey.

Of course I feel somewhat awkward writing about someone I don’t really know.  The only face-to-face interaction I had with Mitsukai was brief. It was in Vegas 3 years ago, we had been texting all day trying to figure out how we could meet up, hang out and shoot clips. But Vegas being Vegas, all we managed to do was cross paths at a club with her arriving just as I was leaving. I remember giving her a hug and screaming in her ear how nice it was to meet her over the loud top 40s mix, then texting her later saying how I wished it would have worked out better.

She passed away last week.

I don’t know many details, or have 100% confirmation, but a short search led me to a news article confirming a woman with her name, age and location had been killed in a car accident. She hasn’t updated anything online in weeks and she is not replying to my messages.

I wish I could say more about who she was as a person, but whatever I know of her was what she carefully crafted and discriminately chose to share online. Perhaps it’s weird to try and honor someone in this way, but I always liked her and felt inclined to write these honest words in regard to how I felt about her, regardless of how insignificant our relationship was.

RIP

On Saturday I decided to take an impromptu trip up to Seattle for a couple days. I needed to get away for a bit and it had been a while since I visited my rainy big sister city. So, I booked a nice boutique hotel room in the heart of downtown and drove up.

It honestly did not occur to me that it was Super Bowl weekend until I got there. I never cared for football, or much of any sport for that matter. Unless you count crushing men’s ego a “sport.” I just figured it would be a good time to go since my friend Momo was celebrating her 21st birthday.

You might recognize her from Team Tease. We first met when she contacted me looking for work a couple years back while she was aimlessly traveling around the states like a gypsy. I totally dig this girl. Kind, charismatic, and a genuinely kinky free spirit. I’m so happy she settled near by in Seattle for a while.

We celebrated her birthday at a karaoke bar. All of her friends seemed to be Japanese, or white people who were learning Japanese. Little known fact about me: I spent a year in Japan as an exchange student in high school:

(Yes, I’m the blonde on the right)

I was at one point fairly fluent in the language, but don’t test me on it now. I’ve barely practiced in years and forgot a lot of it. The great thing about Japanese people, however, is that they’re blown out of their minds if you know even the slightest bit of their language. It was great to see the looks on their faces when I casually busted out a little 日本語 when they least suspected it. Later in the night I was even able to sing the one Japanese karaoke song I know of. (Well sorta…)

(My favorite graffiti wall in Seattle)

On Sunday I found a nice spot at a local bar and–for the first time in my life–sat down to watch a football game. I figured I’d end up mingling with a bunch of frat boys who’d fight over who could get me more drunk, but instead I ended up sitting with some travelers from Atlanta who worked for Nintendo and were in the area shooting a commercial for the new Donkey Kong game. They cared about as much about football as I did so it was nice to interact with people who were a little more my speed and could laugh at my sardonic jokes.

(Me outside pioneer square after the game)

As many of you already know, the Seahawks won and the city went totally bananas. People were flooding the streets, yelling, screaming, honking, climbing telephone poles and jumping on cars. I met up with a few friends again and we just walked around absorbing it all. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. I went to bed around 11pm and woke up the next day to a regular Seattle morning like any other. Hardly a sign of the chaos that had just taken place hours before.

It was a great trip. I can’t say I can see myself getting into football anytime soon, but the energy last night was rather infectious and I’m glad I was around to see it.

Now, to grab some lunch at Pike’s Place and head home.