6/27/15

This Summer...2015


Last Summer I was dashing around Manhattan staying at exciting hotels.

This Summer, I will be in Brooklyn.

I have a space in a private, safe, quiet apartment.
The building is located in a lovely tree lined neighborhood called Park Slope.
Street parking is available.

The long winter gave you plenty of time to be naughty.
Now it's time for your comeuppance.

Yes, this is Brooklyn.

Contact: 
HydroMadam@gmail.com



7/28/14

Before Sunday's Happenings Begin...

Yesterday, I had a wonderful brunch, at a fantastic 42nd street restaurant.




Chez Josephine 
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7/16/14

Summer Fun 2014


I will be staying in NYC weekends, during the summer..
Email me for details.

The Hilton Times Square
This weekend I stayed at the Times Square Hilton.
Who could ask for anything more?
It was wonderful spending time with old friends
and making a new one.



9/9/13

A very thoughtful note BUT



I do believe this "Kind Remark", although stated with good intentions, well, a remark such as this ( big gorgeous round booootaaay!!!will most surely require behavior modification with a leather strap.
 "September, 2013".
"Mrs.G,
That was my first time that I ever role-played so I was extremely nervous but you have such a soothing voice and a warm and friendly personality. 
You seem so natural, so at ease. You are an excellent spanker!! You know how to spank just right. 
You are a beautiful lady inside and out and you have a big gorgeous round booootaaay!!!! :-)  Thank You So Much! You gave me an wonderful experience that I will never forget.
I hope to see you soon"
M

7/23/13

A NEW SPANKING STORY...

A NEW Spanking Story for July..

Thank you Stv..

CLICK HERE for story..




and 



5/27/13

Did you miss Radio Show?


If you missed my guest appearance on The Kelly Payne XXX radio show
You can still hear the recording...
On the left side of screen, you will see  PORNSTAR RADIO
Click KELLY PAYNE - MAY 27.2013 

5/7/13

Naughty Dani, in Atlantic City


                           "Boardwalk Badness Weekend"  
                                  Atlantic City, NJ, 2013.
                                                                    
                                 What fun to have a video shoot with Naughty Dani
                                                 in the privacy of my room.







1/4/13

Courage to Reveal a Fetish


THIS IS NOT MY WRITING.
I FOUND THIS ARTICLE IN THE NY TIMES

November 9, 2012
Finding the Courage to Reveal a Fetish By JILLIAN KEENAN

By JILLIAN KEENAN

DAVID doesn’t remember this conversation, but I won’t forget.“Nice bMy dilemma was clear: how could I describe my desires to David when I could hardly confess them to myself? Spanking fetishists don’t have a tradition of coming out. The comparisons to child abuse and spousal battery are inevitable, upsetting and often impossible to dispel, so it’s easiest to keep our interest private.
In 1996, Daphne Merkin examined her own fascination with spanking in “Unlikely Obsession” for The New Yorker. Her confession raised such a controversy that it was still being mentioned this year, when one writer concluded that its “take-away was, something is wrong with Daphne Merkin.”
Even popular books and movies link erotic spanking to severe psychological trauma. In “Fifty Shades of Grey,” Christian Grey’s passion for erotic pain is a result of extreme childhood abuse.
The 2002 film “Secretary” suggests that the main character’s spanking obsession is merely a preferable alternative to self-mutilation.
So what is a nice girl (who also happens to love being spanked) supposed to think? More pressingly, what is she supposed to say to her brand-new boyfriend?
At 20, I confronted the situation indirectly; I went to a college party, steeled my nerves with cocktails, and breezily told David’s roommate that I was “kind of into S & M.” It worked. A few nights later, David asked, “Are you, like, into pain?”
“Um,” I said, blushing. “Yes?”
It wasn’t quite true. I’m not into pain; I’m into being spanked. But it seemed like a safe first step.
Over the last decade it has become fashionable in certain millennial circles to announce an interest in bondage or other forms of sadomasochism. The implications are often tame: A couple buys handcuffs, experiments with hot wax, and tosses in the occasional spanking. So when David heard I was “kind of into S & M,” he interpreted the code exactly how I had expected: from time to time, he spanked me during sex.
This was a step in the right direction, but it wasn’t the whole story. While there is a strong erotic element to my kink, sex is merely a side dish to the more absorbing entree of the spanking itself.
It’s hard to admit this. A few playful swats during sex seem fun, while serious spankings seem damaged and perverse. After years of pretending I was interested only in the occasional erotic swat, I finally had to admit it to myself: Although spankings do satisfy a strong sexual need, they satisfy an equally strong psychological one.
On my computer, hidden inside a series of password-protected folders, is a folder labeled “David, If You Find This, Please Don’t Look Inside.” It has my favorite spanking stories I’ve collected online. A small fraction are what you’d imagine: A man spanks a woman, then they have sex. In the vast majority, though, both characters are men, have a platonic relationship, and no sex or romanticism is involved.
This paradox — that my kink is simultaneously sexual and asexual — is one of its most frustrating and intriguing aspects. Perhaps I’d been so uncomfortable with my sexuality for so long that scenes with two men, where there isn’t an obvious stand-in for “me,” were easier to digest. Perhaps I’ll never fully understand.
My kink developed early. As a child, I pored over any book that mentioned spanking, paddling or thrashing. Tom Sawyer went through many reads, as did — believe it or not — key dictionary entries. (Looking up titillating definitions is so common among developing spankophiles that it’s almost a rite of passage.)
“What do you think of that?” I’d ask, straining to sound casual.But when I started college and got my first personal computer, everything changed. In online anonymity I found a community that shared my interest and insecurities. I wasn’t looking for partners to “play” with (as it’s called); spanking, to me, is as intimate as sex, and not to be shared with someone I didn’t love. I just wanted a forum to express my otherwise unexpressible side.
“What did you all do before the Internet?” I asked a woman in an online forum.
“The brave ones looked for personal ads,” she replied. “The rest of us were lonely.”For the next several years, I settled into a sexual dĂ©tente: David, under the impression that I was “kind of into S & M,” satisfied my physical desires — almost. Online strangers satisfied my desire for community and understanding — almost. And I stopped feeling like a freak — almost.
Almost, I decided, would have to be enough.
I often tried to pinpoint the origins of my obsession. I’ve been exposed to enough pop psychology to recognize the obvious first question: Yes, I was spanked as a child, but infrequently and never to an extreme degree. Many of my childhood friends experienced some form of corporal punishment and emerged into adulthood unburdened with daily thoughts on the subject. For a few months, I buried myself in physiological explanations for why someone might enjoy being spanked. Pain causes an endorphin rush, which can be pleasurable. The process also causes blood to rush to the pelvic region, which mimics sexual arousal.
“This is biologically normal,” I told myself. “Totally normal.
”Eventually, I gave up. It was exhausting and depressing to try to justify my obsession. Moreover, it wasn’t working.
The solution, I realized, had been sleeping next to me for almost six years. David is my best friend, my fiancĂ© and my champion. If anyone can convince me I’m not damaged, it’s David. He makes me stronger when I can’t do it alone.
But how could I ever express it all — my history, insecurities, secrets and hopes?
I’m a writer, so I wrote it down. And as I translated my feelings and memories into these words, I took control of a desire that has controlled me for most of my life. I felt comfortable, confident — even celebratory.
For about three days. Then ancient insecurities, as they always do, crept back.
“Coming out of the closet” isn’t the right expression. We’re not in closets that can be left in a single step as the door clicks shut behind. “Coming out of the house” might be better. Or “coming out of the labyrinth.”
In our different ways, we all just want honesty and intimacy, right? We’re looking for the people who will love us, even when it’s difficult. Or uncomfortable. Or painful.
I always share my writing with David, and this time would be no different.
“This is hard to show you,” I said as I slid my laptop across the bed. “Also, I’m worried that my paragraph structure is confusing.
”As he read each page, I felt the clicks of a dozen doors closing behind me.
“I love you,” David said when he finished. “You’re so brave. And there is nothing wrong with your paragraph structure.
”Click.
Jillian Keenan is a freelance writer in New York City.