Watching Fear and Loathing.
Again.
Great one liners in that film.
Appropriate for any occasion.
Tried to watch Evita. Never can make it past the first two scenes. I usually go for a nice musical, but Madonna just freaks me out now.
That’s it.
Still haven’t gotten my Netflix.
xo
Mz B

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Here is me, The Fabulous Mz Berlin,  doing some research in one of my first corsets and as a blonde.

Here is me. Walking softly, of course.

And here is moi, still, as a blonde. Shot by Ken Marcus. Those were my glasses, not my most recent pair. This picture was one of my first hardcore shoots and the full shoot has never been published, just a few shots that only depict me. Enjoy!!

Here is a blonde me all arty n shit in black and white. My BFF, Mel, in NYC, has a poster of this shot on her wall. It’s one of my favorites. Well, one of my faves where I’m not nekkid. And so it goes.

And, for the hell of it, here is me turning red. And the blonde was gone.
I like being a red head.

Good night, Y’all. BUY MY PORN! I made it for you!

Here is a photo of me heading out to see LOVE with ten galpals in Vegas for a bachelorette party. We were supposed to see Cher, but that bitch canceled. Seriously. People in our group flew in from Hawaii and Europe and everywhere and we had a huge suite at Caesars and it was her last concert. We bought tickets WAY in advance.
I wore my corset laced to 19″ for the entire night, including dinner, drinks, the show, more drinks and a couple of hands of black jack. It certainly got a lot of attention!! It was really cold and my corset kept me relatively warm as I toddled up and down The Strip.

Here’s photo one-

and here is photo two. (Why do I always make that face?!?)

Still rifling through stuff. Should have some more Vegas pictures soon.
L8TR

Mz B.

TMS stayed over last night. My burner buddy Roxy stopped over. We discussed conspiracy theory, 2012, the apocalypse, good weed, my yurt, corsets and hallucinogenics as a means to spiritual clarity. After she left we watched some South Park and I planned for 2012 for an hour or so. Did I mention that I made dinner? Shrimp with penne pasta and asparagus. Yum!
I’ve been slowly watching Torchwood. I do love Captain Jack, and his awful dialog is wonderful, but it feels a bit thin. So did The Doctor, at first, so I’ll give it the whole season. I’m sort of committed, anyways.
Can’t wait to get my next Netflix shipment. I’m getting Forgiving Doctor Mengele and 10 Questions for the Dalai Lama, as well as Breakfast At Tiffany’s. I’ve threatened to kidnap TMS for a weekend and force him to watch all three with me. He’s not putting up a fight. =)
This morning I made (get this!!) sausage and fresh cherry trench toast. I really love cooking. I love being super close to a Farmers’ Market and a Trader Joe’s. I love living in a neighborhood.
Today I went through some files, trying to get my taxes in order. I should start getting mail here soon.
My yurt is also secured. I have a storage unit!! All of my burning stuff and assorted clothing is in storage. Not in my awesome house. I’ve commissioned an artist for the bedroom paint. (Well, it’s my friend Brandon Christopher who wrote Dirty Little Altar Boy. And by "commission" I mean "offered to make dinner, including dessert, for.) I want peacock feathers on the ceiling and part of two walls. He’s up for the challenge.
I may try to head over to Angela’s tomorrow, see what’s going on with her headboard.
If you’re reading my blog in the hopes that you’ll see a naked picture of me, Lochai has talked about me, and addressed one of the kinky worlds’ favorite fans, Wookie.
*insert applause here*
Apparently my sassy self needs tweaking. What does that mean?
I blame any tweaking that is needed due to Lochais’ lack of a kilt during our shoot.
In other naked me news, here is the trailer for my newest video with Gwen Media, Captive. Produced by Isabella Sinclaire and directed by John Fitzgerald.
Enjoy.

(Yes. It’s all real. Yes. I hate water. Yes. It was cold. Yes. It really is torture.)

I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin, went through a period when I was blonde. Yes, it’s true. I know. However, it was while in blonde period (much like Picasso’s Blue Period) when I shot with Ken Marcus. I think I look pretty good, if I do say so myself. I’m still moving in, unpacking, and settling into my new digs, so I’ll keep this short and sweet. BUY MY PORN! I made it for you. For real.L8R, Gator.

I, the Fabulous Mz Berlin, am multimedia. That’s right. I’m the first Web 2.0 star.  I keep it real. I make porn. You watch porn, and I want you to buy my porn. I made it for you, after all. In addition to my work with Twisted Factory and Kink.com, I have a Kinky Clip Store where you can get content you will not see anywhere else. In this five part series I made with Mina Meow, you see me reduce Mina to a quivering little slut. The fact that we’re real life friends makes it both easier and harder to break her. I know her limits, her fears, and her turn ons, but she know mine. You see a battle of wills as I tie her up, and punish her ass with the Stainless Steel Anal Hook, and finally shatter that resistance, and she shudders into the orgasm of  surrender. You can feel that in the scene, as I work my mad Domme skills to transcend the relationship we have most of the time, and impose the strict D/s dynamic. Her body responds quickly. I know she wants this, and she’s into it. She gives herself to the rope, and slaps, and harsh talk… and I win her over with my skill and my will. It’s not all about the forced orgasms, and rope… it’s a game. To break someone, to actually have them crumble into you, giving themselves to your will… that’s the magic. And that’s why you should go to my Clip Store and see my work.

Yay!! TMS hooked up the internet while I was gone. I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin, am now In Contact.
In addition to AVN and moving this January, I just got back from a directing stint at The Twisted Factory. Since you can assume that I had fun at AVN, and that I totally dig my New To Me Craftsman Abode of Fabulocity, let’s get right to the shoots.
First of all, let me say that I was nervous about shooting with Lorelei. And what do I do when I’m nervous? I up the ante and put more pressure on myself. This resulted in a scene that was very different from any of the other Chanta’s Bitches shoots, or any shoot I’ve been involved in for that matter. Totally. Completely.
No rope.
None.
Nada.
This resulted in some precarious, painful and mobile ties for the lovely Lorelei Lee.
Did I mention that I’m totally in love with this chick? She giggles, she laughs, she is pokable and fuckable and the only thing I regret is not making out with her more. Lorelei is known for being a bad ass and having an awesome attitude. And in person she is even sexier than on camera. She glows, she moves with you, she connects.
*sigh*
And she was up for the shoot. I talked with her before hand about the concept and she was totally up for it. She’s a wonderful communicator and I hope to work with her again. I simply must.
Perhaps Chanta will be inspired and put us through the ringer together? Or one of my other beloved riggers will see the magic in that moment? ‘Allo Princess Donna?? Matt? Sabrina Fox?
Sabrina!
OMG!!
Mz Berlin, SabrinaFox,  and Lorelei Lee.
*blink*
So, my first shoot for Chanta’s Bitches went well.
And then there was Rico. The boy who doesn’t quit. He likes to call me the “B” word, and that doesn’t fly with me. But Rico never bites off more than he can chew, but he comes precariously close. His ability to bounce back even harder is unparalleled, though. I totally dig him, and hope to have one more go. This is a gonzo storyline shoot and I’m really proud of his performances. We’ll see if I got my points across after the editing is done, but I feel like Justin got a lot of cool shots and that the action is intense. INTENSE. I rarely do things to other people that haven’t been done to me, but Chanta gave me a wicked idea and I went with it.
My bondage was simple, and Rico can MOVE in bondage. I’ve been accused of being an unexpected wiggler, but Rico needs to be locked the fuck down.
I have a fucked up and simple idea for our next shoot, if there is one.
So, my Captive Male shoot went well.
I sort of know when I walk away from a shoot and it’s going to be crappy. There’s one with a horrible actor in which I didn’t really read the situation correctly and I’m not very confident about. He was a shit talker that couldn’t bear the consequences of his actions. So, I’m dreading seeing it.
These two, I feel fairly confident about. Chanta has already chatted with me about one thing that won’t fly, but it won’t happen again.
But I left each set without poring over the whole experience and reliving anything that didn’t meet my minds’ standards. That was nice.
There was also a lot of laughter on set. Lorelei and I had the giggles all day and Rico is one of the funniest people around, with all of his energy. That really helped. Familiarity may breed contempt, but it also seems to breed confidence in me.
So, that’s that. I am now home.
And still unpacking. I went to the grocery store today and filled up my (My!!) fridge. I have fruit in the fruit drawer. It’s nice.
Justin may be coming into town tonight with his ex girlfriend. That should keep me amused.
Until then, adios!!! BUY MY PORN! I made it for you!

I begged and begged Chanta to work with Derrick again, and she granted me my wish. You can check out our first bondage sex date here. I love working with people the second time because we’ve already established a rapport. And boy, did Mr. Pierce and I give each other a run for our money. I was a complete smart mouth, but he beat my ass and had me in tears by the end of the shoot. I rarely do b/g work, and this is one of my best. Derrick fucks with my vanity and my pride. If you’d like to see this brat princess get broken down to a filthy slut, here ya go.

Enjoy, pervs. ;-)

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I lied.  (The Fabulous Mz Berlin lies on occasion)
I’m going to be moving and I want to share my photos in case I’m offline for a couple of days or something.
And I just went through all my emails and downloaded them.
TMS still has to send me the ones from the big camera, but here are the ones I have from Day 1 on the floor. Enjoy!

Let’s get my unrelenting narcissism out of the way. Here I am in front of a 30 foot me!! (below) I am very excited. People wouldn’t get out of the way so I could get a decent picture, but whatever. I’m just happy I got to see myself in one of my favorite pieces that big! Yay! My smile is totally dorky but whatever. Charlotte Vales’ dude got some photos of it when the floor was empty, so maybe I can talk him into sending them to me.

But before I got to the floor I ran into one of my favorite bad girls, Jewell Marceau. Jewell and I are friends IRL and can create quite a commotion. Our rendevous at the bar was no exception. We have some hot stuff in my clip store.

As an aside, all of my lingerie is from Kiss Me Deadly via the lovely folks over at La Magia, and my awesome corset is from Jeroen, at Bizarre Design.

And let me just say that I adore Nina Hartley. I wear corsets just so she can see me in them. She smiles really big. Here is proof.

When I am near Satine Phoenix I make porno faces and act kind of awkward. She always looks bad ass. Satine has a fluidity about her sexuality, sensuality and sense of style that I admire. That’s why I get awkward. And just grab her boobs.

After grabbing Satines boob, being grinned at by Nina Hartley, getting smooches from Jewell and seeing myself bigger than myself, I was forced to fist a Love Doll (top pic) and to get lube all over the hershey’s kisses that she had apparently given birth to earlier.
(Why would you put candy near the dolls’ ass? I got lube everywhere. It said that you could touch it, and they gave me lube.)

As an aside, I think I have lipstick on my teeth.

So, that’s that.
K.
Gonna pack some more and commune with Keith Olberman.
I love him.
Anderson Cooper may be a tad more attractive, but Keith doesn’t smack of elitism.
But I’d still get it on with either of them.
Anderson has gotten a bit to snide for me lately. I think he needs to hang out with Rachael Maddow a bit.
L8TR

OMG!! OMG!!

*double raised eyebrow*

TMS was present and accounted for during a bank robbery in LV. The guy in front of him did it and then the teller informed her manager in front of him. He described it so calmly that I keep letting it bleed into the background of the weekend, but HOLY SHIT.

I just went and picked up the key for my new apartment. I’m a little freaked out. Sometimes the future just tumbles towards me. I’m so neurotic that I’m generally prepared, but it’s the tipping point where I get nervous. I’m on the precipice of actually moving. The space is amazing. I have plants. The former tenant told me how to take care of them. I also have a HUGE stainless steel BBQ. He’s leaving it to me as a gift, of sorts. It’s a bitch to move and his new house has a better one. It makes me feel obligated to learn how to cook on it.

My patio is huge. My living room is huge. The whole fucking place has built ins. I need to recaulk the bathroom, but I could do that in my sleep. It will just be a hassle. The floors are beautiful. It has a breakfast nook. I have a utility room. I have custom drapes. I have a real apartment.

When I first moved to LA, I lived in a large, but drab, 3 bedroom condo with other people over in Silverlake. I quickly learned that living with others was not for me and got my current place, which I’ve had for a couple of years now. I just can’t wait to set up a yoga area, set up my office, set up my kitchen. I’m tired of my entire life at home bleeding together in the same room.

I could’ve moved sooner, but I’ve paid off so much student loan debt while I’ve been here, with my futon and my candles and books and shoes. I feel like it’s a good time to find a home until I can buy my own and it looks like this is it. I have to learn how to have festive patio barbeques and take care of my plants. I really can’t wait to have friends over and to have parties.

BTW- This is a non-smoking home. All smoking must be done outside on the patio.

I’m going to have a real bed!! Not an IKEA bed or a high end futon, even. A bed! With a bedroom!

K. I’m going to stop being excited about the obvious and go be proactive about change.

Can you believe that TMS was in a robbery? WTF??

Who is running the circus?

Thank You, Thomas Roche for pointing out this awesome blog. The Fabulous Mz Berlin approves.

Fuck You, Penguin

Enjoy.

And send Thomas nude photos of yourself if you’re a hot girl.
And send the Penguin People money.
And send me tribute videos featuring stills and video of me set to “Love Me Dead”
And buy my porn. And then talk about it ad nauseum.

K. Back to my stem cell procedure, skin bleaching, picking out outfits and moving into the Den of Fabulocity. I will be beating ass later this month for Twisted Factory. I have a lot of plotting and planning to do. And moving.

AAACCKKKK.

AVN was fun. I have photos. I will post some soon. Wait for it.

TMS and I saw LOVE and it was beautiful and slightly different from the last time I saw it. Awesome. And Bouchon has the best and most authentic eclairs ever. Seriously. I seek out the perfect food in all the categories I’ve liked, and this is the best eclair maker of my lifetime. George was a hit and so was my waist.

Back to catching up on the news and Packing.

AAAACCCCKKKK.

I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin, just got back from AVN, and I’m dictating this post via a system of blinks, and facial tics.  I partied a bit too heartily, and I have to wait in semi-catatonia while the stem cells do their work. However, porn waits for no one, and I have a new shoot from Captive Male up this week, at the Twisted Factory.  This shoot is pretty innovative, I think, because I get evil with the e-stim. Chad Rock and I have amazing chemistry.  I can really push him, and he always rises to the occasion. Take a look at this one. This is not your average femdom scene. I force him to fuck me while holding an electrified buttplug in his ass. Then I fuck his tender ass with my strap on, and milk him to a joyless orgasm (the only pleasure is mine. When I top, I’m a bad motherfucker), and then force him to lick his cum off the floor, while I zap him with the cattle prod. I don’t fuck around. My name is Mz Berlin, and I am porn. Captive Male always has great femdom content, with great subs. I am also a huge dork, which is why you all love me. BUY MY PORN! I made it for you!

So, today I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin,  went with TMS to get the awesome desk that I got for my new apartment at the local Out of The Closet that I got for $25 and what do I find? For under $100?

Go ahead. Make a couple of guesses.

I’ll even give you clues.

It’s totally Un-PC.

It’s sort of freaky, really.

I’ve wanted one for a long time. A really long time.

I’ve never seen one in any size, shape or condition that didn’t go for several grand.

Really, though. They’ve all been super expensive.

K.

You ready?

I finally got my fucking gorilla jacket!!

The princess of excess found her exotic oddity for under $100.

I will love it and wear it and call it George. I will also use it to freak out and educate people. I am an avid lover of gorillas that are alive, as faithful readers will know. I do not endorse the fur trade. But I’m a clothing fetishist. I like exotic and I like rare, but I only buy vintage. I promise to use my fur for good, not evil. This has been on my collection list for a long time.

Also, Lochai has the means to make a hair voodoo doll out of me. I just thought the public should know in case something weird happens to me.

How he got the hair is revealed in the next Hogtied update that features me.

Aren’t you curious? Go check out his blog and bother him about it.

Keith Olberman, Anderson Cooper and Jon Stewart are waiting. I also have to catch up on Democracy Now! It depresses me, but I think it also gives me perspective. A little perspective never hurt no body.

Without being aware, you can’t be change.

*begin French accent and heavy smoking*

Fuck You.
You Love Me.

*end French accent, cigarette is put out*

Good Night, Y’all.
As Always
TFFMB

So, here’s what I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin,  posted in the Kink.com forums. I’m tired and am getting in the bath and going to bed.
Lochai rocked it and was awesome. If he doesn’t have me back soon, I will cry and wither away. I need to be tied up. I went through a period last year where I did not want to be tied up, and now I do. So that’s that. Matt? Sabrina? Chanta? Princess Donna? Marty? Lochai? Eden? Do you hear me? Please tie me up a lot this year and be mean to me. I will be good and will attempt to be quiet.

And on with the post from another place-

The first hogtied shoot of 2009 went off without any hitches mostly, caused me to curse (!!!!!), involved ties that I’ve never done and a few that I didn’t think I could, one that I’ve only seen in photos, more authentic orgasms than any other shoot ever (anywhere!!!), a taste of my own medicine and a lazy dom contraption that you can’t even begin to fathom. Seriously. *raised eyebrow goes here*

In addition, I wore less makeup for this shoot than any other I’ve done. Which may not matter to you, but is notable to me. And was my own damn fault.

Because I can’t tell you exactly what happened during the shoot, because that wouldn’t give anyone incentive to petition the man in the jumpsuit to get the shoot published, I’ve decided to tell you why my reactions are worth petitioning for and the basics. It was mostly category 5, challenged the living daylights out of me and made me curse. I don’t think I’ve ever cursed in a shoot as a submissive/bottom/slave/whatever. Seriously. Maybe I’ve let a few go, but nothing on this level. It was ridiculous. I will also say that this particular update embodies the meaning of “helpless”.

I will also say that I’ve been tied up. A lot. By the best. I’m a spoiled bondage brat. And today I did three things that I’ve never done before and two that I didn’t know were even on the table for me. I was genuinely freaked out several times by the predicaments I was in. Which probably led to the whole orgasm thing.

In the future, I’d like more face slapping, but it wasn’t really appropriate ’cause I just had LASIK and the knocking out a cornea would suck. That’s my only complaint, and it’s a selfish one. And I didn’t really care about the cornea thing until I’d typed it and realized that it would’ve been a bad thing.

And you need to see the contraption. Because of my recent LASIK, I could see it. I’m not sure that was a good thing. Which is a good thing. It takes me quite a bit to get worked up, which is entertaining for you.

Which brings me to my point.

Please join me in asking Lochai to fast track this update because it’s super intense, all shot real time (the scenes, not the shoot), and because I’m curious to know how many times I dropped the “F” bomb.

Also, if this shoot is fast tracked it is guaranteed a Drunken Wookie Update. You know you love them.

Not much BTS to report. We got right down to business because I was a tad late in getting to The Armory, Lochai wears kilts IRL which is totally hot, I talked nonstop from the moment I walked in the door because I was so nervous, and the Princess Donna/Mark Davis shoot was going on next door. I offered my fluffing services (twice!) but they were not required. I didn’t really expect them to be, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. Twice. I also don’t think that Lochai was aware that when I’m working with someone that he has the right to gag me for the entire day. I hope that he will summon me again in spite of my verbosity. *raised eyebrow also goes here*

So, that’s that.

Over and Out.

Mz Berlin, the tired

I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin, can’t sleep.
Again.
I’ve been organizing and moving and getting ready for tomorrow all day.
And planning AVN stuff.
And planning the move itself.
I haven’t had any caffiene.
I think I’m just all jazzed up. Whatever. My body will work it out.
I was doing well on my schedule this week. Bed by 11, up a bit after 7, functioning by 9. I (hopefully) will be so exhausted tomorrow that I fall asleep as soon as I get off of the plane. Because…..
Tomorrow is my first Hogtied.com shoot with Lochai. Yay!! My WebDude’s passive aggressive posting and my in-person cuteness as well as what I assume to be wildly contrasting assesments of working with me has lured him in.
Or maybe he just likes big boobs.
We’ll see.
I’m game.
Just finished dyeing my hair.
Spent today going through bank statements and starting to work on my taxes. This is the first year I get to send other people pieces of paper stating that I paid them, and not the other way around.
I think that this year will be about stabilizing what I’ve built.

- Working on my website and my blog are numero uno

- Shooting, Shooting, Shooting. For myself and other people.

- Finishing my trilogy. I think I may have nailed down a way to do it for less. And make it even more awesome. Seriously.

- Making my house Fabulous with only recycled or refurbished or used items. No Ikea bullshit. No ready made. I love to refinish, and L.A. is full of and surrounded by cheap antique stores and Beverly Hills garage sales.

- Quitting this whole smoking business. May 16th is the cut off date. After that, no more. It shall be done.

- Going overseas and running around naked over there.

- Being a better director/rigger/domme.

The rest of my resolutions are a bit personal, regarding my own behavior and reactions to others, as well as my commitment to them.

Criss Angel is the biggest douche face there is. I get the Larry King podcast and there he was with Holly Madison talking about his whole new level of art and entertainment that is beyond magic blah blah. Holly Madison looked bored and should have worn a brighter color and tried to look a little more rock star musician.
Any anger that caused was smoothed over by today’s Face The Nation featuring Dick Cheney. I seriously love Bob Sheiffer. He is the most amazing person in the world and his interviews are the best. He corners you with this interested smile on his face and everyone caves. Everyone. Watching Cheney crack and admit and scowl was wonderful.
So, off to hogtied tomorrow. I’ll try to take some BTS with my awesome iPhone, if I’m allowed.

(But… did she finish her laundry?)

The Fabulous Mz Berlin is Back to work.
My apartment is in mid-organizational disarray.
Feels good.
Boxes, Bins, Baggies.
Picking up my new desk today.
Good times.
I’m having a quiet night with TMS this evening. It’s been hectic since new years. AVN seems to be adding up to a wild time that grows as each day passes. We’re looking forward to the mini vacation. I have a feeling that late January is going to be super busy for both of us. He’s working on movie stuff and car racing stuff and I’m going to be booking as much work as I can while I settle into my apartment. Feeling out and decorating that space is going to take some time and energy. It seems like a HUGE house compared to this. I’m soooo excited.
January 15th can’t come quick enough and is going to go by too fast.
The Speed of Fabulocity is what I asked for.
Sometimes I get it whether I’d like it or not.
I feel really positive about 2009. For several personal reasons and many professional ones. I can’t wait to see what happens. Every year I’m astounded at how much I’ve both changed and become more of myself during the last year.
I’m a Taurus. Blah Blah Blah.
K. Enough rambling. Back to packing the bathroom.
L8TR

I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin,  wore my beautiful Wasp Creations (waspcreations.com) corset and my favorite white dress and TMS wore his cufflinks that I got him for his birthday and we met up for drinks with friends and ended up at a castle, high (and I mean really) above the city in a gazebo festooned with tiny xmas lights. (Yes, I said festooned.)
Angela and Matti looked rocker/goth beautiful and my neighbor was rather racy. Satine (Phoenix) was also nearly naked. Only one person in the group wasn’t exactly on board, but we all had a lovely night. My New Year has certainly started off well, and with kisses from those near and dear. I was very graceful stumbler near the end of the night. And I never took off my corset or my heels.
Monday I head up to SF. I have been summoned by Lochai, for better or for worse, to model for Hogtied. I have promised him a “bring it on” shoot. What does that mean? Where am I going? Who am I?
Then there’s AVN. AVN = dress up + party = woot woot
I am fo sho attending and am looking to be seen. In addition to wearing the awesome stuff made by Jeroen at Bizarre Designs and Fierce Coutoure, I will also have some fun promo stuff from La Magia, which is where I get all of my fancy panties!! I haven’t gotten my ticket to the convention yet, but just like last year you can be sure of one thing! I will be at the Sweetheart Video party at Mandalay Bay and anywhere Satine Phoenix pops up. The famous Patron of The Tarts, including this one, Mark Spiegler, will be fine tuning my partying and visiting, as well.
Good times.
Packing my apartment has been slow going and steady. I guess that’s better than frantic.
Watched a biography on Nostradamus today. That was the pinnacle of my output.
Vacation ends tonight.