So the other night a bunch of us got together on Skype and had an impromptu voice chat. The goal of this was to listen to Voice as a group and to have some fun. It failed, but not dismally, due to the fact that Skype has a bunch of different servers. People were getting dropped and it felt like IRC's netsplits all over again. I was having serious flashbacks!
In order to prevent this from happening and to ease the ability to have voice chats in the future, my Seran installed TeamSpeak on his server. Anyone with the TeamSpeak client on their machine (and woohoo, it comes in variants for all OSes!) can join in. I've installed it and checked it, and it works. Now all we have to do is set a date.
I'm thinking a good time for a voice chat might be Wednesday 7-APR at 9pm US eastern time. If that doesn't work for you, please respond in the comments as to what might. Server details will be sent to those RSVPing to ladyr -at- blisstrance -dot- com!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Real quick...
MP3 sale is still going on, see yesterday's post. :)
I also updated the sidebar to include all my files currently available. Someone asked me if By Her Command: Weight Management is available; the answer is that it is, but not through CDbaby. Email me for information if you want it and we'll talk!
Longer post later!
I also updated the sidebar to include all my files currently available. Someone asked me if By Her Command: Weight Management is available; the answer is that it is, but not through CDbaby. Email me for information if you want it and we'll talk!
Longer post later!
Friday, March 26, 2010
MP3 Sale! :)
I've been meaning to do this for a while, and there's no time like right now! Starting today and going through the 1st of April, every MP3 download is $5 off!
The complete list of available files is here: https://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/LadyRuetha
This file is on sale now for $35: Lady Ru'etha's Voice
If you're reading this blog and you don't already have this file, I really don't know what to say to you that can convince you more. It's more than an hour of trance. People who considered themselves extremely trance-resistant have amazing results on repeated listenings. If you're considering an in-person phone session with me, it makes everything so much nicer. Really, this is a fantastic place to start.
For $30: Chakra Capture For Men and For Women
In this one I play with the energy centers in your body... to amazing and erotic effect. It has to be heard and experienced to be appreciated!
For $25: Everything else! Both Robotics mp3s, Mountain Lake For Men and For Women, Kittenfur, and Jukebox's inductions!
And, of course, Safe Space is included for free with most downloads. Again, it really helps to set the stage for future tranceplay - with me or in general.
I may not set these prices this low again this year. Grab these while you have a chance!
The complete list of available files is here: https://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/LadyRuetha
This file is on sale now for $35: Lady Ru'etha's Voice
If you're reading this blog and you don't already have this file, I really don't know what to say to you that can convince you more. It's more than an hour of trance. People who considered themselves extremely trance-resistant have amazing results on repeated listenings. If you're considering an in-person phone session with me, it makes everything so much nicer. Really, this is a fantastic place to start.
For $30: Chakra Capture For Men and For Women
In this one I play with the energy centers in your body... to amazing and erotic effect. It has to be heard and experienced to be appreciated!
For $25: Everything else! Both Robotics mp3s, Mountain Lake For Men and For Women, Kittenfur, and Jukebox's inductions!
And, of course, Safe Space is included for free with most downloads. Again, it really helps to set the stage for future tranceplay - with me or in general.
I may not set these prices this low again this year. Grab these while you have a chance!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
What I shoulda done. :)
I should have taken a week off to regenerate my energy levels and get my head on straight. I didn't, of course, because I'm me. Heh.
I'm still lining up all my ducks. Please check the appointment calendar for open slots, but here is what my next few weeks looks like:
April 1-4: Frolicon - Atlanta, GA. Lots of hypno play and classes going on.
April 16-24: Spotty availability due to move. I will be on here and there, but no promises as to when. Please check!
April 30-May 3: Private function, Vancouver, BC.
Late May: Possible trip to Austin, TX.
June 2: Presenting in Minneapolis at The Lab.
First weekend in June: Wedding in Minneapolis.
June second weekend: Boston, Hypnosis UnConference. More details coming on this - I'm very, very excited!
In addition to this, I'll be wrapping up work on some CDs, recording more, podcasting, and working on my book. So yeah, I shoulda taken some time off. But I didn't yet, and I won't. Just bear with me as I get this show on the road!
I'm still lining up all my ducks. Please check the appointment calendar for open slots, but here is what my next few weeks looks like:
April 1-4: Frolicon - Atlanta, GA. Lots of hypno play and classes going on.
April 16-24: Spotty availability due to move. I will be on here and there, but no promises as to when. Please check!
April 30-May 3: Private function, Vancouver, BC.
Late May: Possible trip to Austin, TX.
June 2: Presenting in Minneapolis at The Lab.
First weekend in June: Wedding in Minneapolis.
June second weekend: Boston, Hypnosis UnConference. More details coming on this - I'm very, very excited!
In addition to this, I'll be wrapping up work on some CDs, recording more, podcasting, and working on my book. So yeah, I shoulda taken some time off. But I didn't yet, and I won't. Just bear with me as I get this show on the road!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Getting back into the writing mood...
...and posted this on my Fetlife profile. (If you're not on Fetlife, and you're a kinkster or a fetishist, you should be! Join! It's an awesome site.)
Also, I went to a play party last night! It was my first small-scale one, really, and I had a tremendous amount of fun. For one perspective on what happened, see sleepykitten99's post on the topic.
Finally... tomorrow is my last day at the day job. I am going to be available far more hours on the phone! This makes me happy. Starting Tuesday, if days or late nights work better for you, you are in luck! I cannot tell you how happy this makes me.
Tuesday really IS the first day of the rest of my life. :)
Updating with a brief word about what "protecting" means to me. It means:
If I am protecting someone, you come to talk to me before playing with them. They may approach you about play first, but they'll mention this rule to you. You come to me before asking them about play. This goes especially for tranceplay. I am very likely to say yes - far more likely than not! - but if they have me listed as a protector there's a reason for it. Usually it's for their own security. Respect that.
If I am protecting you and you want to play with someone, talk to me about it. I am almost certainly going to say yes, but I reserve the right to monitor things closely... sometimes VERY closely. This goes especially for tranceplay.
If someone is listed as mine but I'm not protecting them, it means that they belong to me. It's a good idea to talk to me first. However, I trust those that are mine to know themselves very well and to always come home, so it's not a requirement by any means. I'd very likely say yes anyway! Protection means that they need to feel secure. If they're not protected, they ARE secure. If something happy happens spontaneously, hooray for happy things! :)
If someone is listed as being polyamorous with me, DO ask before sex, please. Again, chances are that I'll say yes! We need more happy in the world.
Also, I went to a play party last night! It was my first small-scale one, really, and I had a tremendous amount of fun. For one perspective on what happened, see sleepykitten99's post on the topic.
Finally... tomorrow is my last day at the day job. I am going to be available far more hours on the phone! This makes me happy. Starting Tuesday, if days or late nights work better for you, you are in luck! I cannot tell you how happy this makes me.
Tuesday really IS the first day of the rest of my life. :)
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Scenes From Memories: Blankpage
This world is spinning around me
This world is spinning without me
Every day sends future to past
Every breath leaves one less to my last
Rick is gone. He lived far longer than they expected, but then he was a fighter. His family called him "Ricky." I could never do that. It diminished him more than he deserved. Small and frail in body, he was still a man. I always tried to preserve that and treat him as such.
I am going to try to communicate my memories here. I do not know how well I will succeed. One of the side effects of being kinesthetic is that my long-term memories have flashes, stills, two-second-long movies of visual, and the rest is sensation with audio bursts. But I will do my best.
Watch the sparrow falling
Gives new meaning to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day
I'll take seven lives for one
And then my only father's son
As sure as I ever did love him
I am not afraid
Rick did everything passionately. Even when he just sat and watched, it was with intensity.
Memory:
We are in IRC together. I am still learning submission at the time, training that will serve me very well over the years. I am still finding people other than myself are into hypnosis. I am overwhelmed and awed.
He is funny, snarky, and making me laugh. He keeps me from taking it too seriously.
Eventually we end up submitting to the same Dominant. She is no longer with the scene as I recount this, but then-we love her. We submit to her with the one who will years later become my Kitty. Kitty is using the name Ru'avel (Dreamsword in some dialect of Dragon Magazine Elvish) at the time. Kitty names me Ru'etha, Dreamhealer. At last Rick picks the name Ru'iten.
He is the Dreamspinner. It fits.
Memory:
The three of us are on the phone together in a three-way conversation. We are repeating Her triggers to one another, sending each other deeper into trance in a breathing, living, organic, fluid way. It is timeless. I have learned the hard way to set an alarm.
We emerge finally, warned by that alarm. "We should get together soon. Like, real life, face to face." Rick is nervous about being judged for his appearance. We reassure him. He is our brother.
The planning for the Stupid Bowl party begins, and I call him bredu. Bredu, for brother, from one of my favorite SF book series. I will never again call anyone else by that particular name. I find over the years I have many brothers. He is my only bredu.
Memory:
Visual flash: glancing over at him sitting in my passenger seat on the way back from the airport. His hair is long and blue-black and silky. He is so tiny. I am a short woman, and he looks me in the eye. We are listening to Duran Duran, singing at the tops of our lungs as we drive down a road I travel every day. Now it's different. My bredu is with me. I've cranked the heat in the car - he's from southern California and has no body fat. When I'm sweltering, he's finally stopped shivering.
Pull me under Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is to set it right
Memory:
Our Lady is hypnotizing us. Hypnotized Eyes, my first real submissive, is lying to my left. Ru'avel is on my right. Ru'iten is lying on top of me. He's so light I barely feel him. The slight weight is comforting. I become aware that my breathing is completely synchronized with ru'iten's and hypnotized eyes', and the world goes happily away.
Memory:
He is shy, tentative. In the last few days he has had his first kiss. But we know time is not on our side, now in specific or any time in general. It feels right. I am careful not to hurry him. We still have our socks on. This produces giggles, but it's important. And he loved being tickled, and so we are playful.
We are done, and he hypnotizes me in Spanish. I have no idea what he's saying; my command of that language is limited to what I learned as a kid watching TV. It doesn't matter. He strokes my hair and murmurs to me and I melt. It's beautiful.
Memory:
We are watching the game, cheering for both teams to lose. He says "And this is where the ball becomes sentient and flies away into the stands! Fly! Be free!" And we all crack up, because he is absolutely right.
And the moment of clarity
Faded like charity does
Sometimes
I open one eye
And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair
To make sure in the darkness that you were still there
And I have to admit
I was just a little afraid
Yeah
But then...
I had a little bit of luck
You were awake
I couldn't take another moment alone
Memory:
"We should write something together. Only not as us, not writing with you as blankpage, you know? Let's write something in the Pleasure Cruise storyline and send it in."
"I've always wanted to use the name Fey. But I don't want to write something with a lot of sex."
"You're on, bredu. I'll write as... umm... I'll come up with something. And I don't like writing a bunch of sex scenes either. Let's start writing and see where it goes."
I end up choosing the name Sunset. The result is here. I don't co-write again with anyone for years. We agree not to let people know the story is by the two of us. I think the time for that agreement is done. People deserve to know it was him.
When your nine day feed is up
And you've drained your loving cup
Come stands reeling to the shore
Memory:
"I know what I want for my birthday. I want you to come out and visit me for a few days." Things have ended with our Lady, and I am finding my inner Dominance rising. We both know I am not the Domme for him, but we are still close. He is still my bredu. And so I book tickets, and I fly to California. We borrow his brother's car and drive around. He shows me places. We stay at a hotel, but I do meet his family. They don't understand fully why I'm there, but they're glad he's happy. He can't drive. We get lost a lot, because he knows the area so well he forgets to tell me to turn places. It is spring of 2002.
I am lying on the bed in the hotel holding him. He feels even lighter than before. I am trying to sense within him, in the way I've been taught by my faith. His back feels all wrong. The kidneys feel like two black disks sucking everything in. I am afraid, and I nuzzle his beautiful hair. He tells me he is going to the NIH in June or July, for some more of the studies they perform on him. "Going to have to update the textbooks again, I'm still not dead."
When the brave are coming out
The dry fight and the dusty shout
See you crawling on the floor
Memory, clear and distinct:
We are on the phone with Mark Reed from the Forum, and find out that he's about eight hours' drive north. "We should road trip!" I say.
Mark pauses. "I couldn't ask you to do that," he says, and his voice betrays how much he wants it.
Visual flash: I look at Rick. His eyes are bright and interested and hopeful. He has never gotten to do any of the crazy things most people take for granted. He can't. He, too, is trying not to let on how very much he wants this.
The decision is easy. "Grab your stuff, we're road tripping!" And we leave the hotel, still checked in, knowing we're paying for a night not there, and head north. We're singing in the car the whole way up.
Memory:
I am in another hotel bed, between Mark and Rick. Mark is over six feet tall and huge. Rick is smaller than I am. We all fit in one double bed. We are cuddling. I hypnotize them both, nonsexually, building the closeness. It feels good. We all cry a bit the next day when Rick and I head back south.
Memory:
Who the fuck would have thought there would be snow in California? But in the mountains north of LA, there is snow in the pass. The heater for the car is spotty, and Rick doesn't have a coat. I give him my jean jacket and he curls his whole body underneath it. In order to see, I have to open the window a bit every so often. We are both shivering. Traffic is moving slowly. But we make it down the other side of the mountain and see the lights of LA spread out before us, and it warms.
I have no contact information for Mark now. I wish I did. He would want to know.
And diamond stars shine glitter bright
Gorging your sanhedralite
Words are falling to the floor
Glands stand pouring fruit tree
Now they glisten on the waterline
See how you are at the shore
Memory, auditory and sensation only:
I am at work, and his mother calls me. She is frantic. He has gone to NIH, and they've told him he needs dialysis. He has left the building against medical advice. His family and the medical staff have no idea where he is. "If he calls you, please tell him to go back."
He does, and I do, and I plead with him. He finally does go back, resentful and unhappy. I know the toxins are affecting his mind. It is cold comfort.
He never says he forgives me, though I apologize.
Haul up all your petty desires
Leave it lying down before
Wash away the rusty disease
Of your brown town days in our silver sea
Leave it dying at the door
Memory:
"Rick, please don't post my real name associated with my online names on your journal! I've been stalked, and that's scary to me. Please?"
I check again twenty minutes later. The post is gone. So is our friendship. Emails go unread, fan mail sent gets no response, IMs disappear into the void. And there it rests for four years. I know he is sick, and I see him at least once fake his death. I hear he has a girlfriend. I hear it's over. The toxins affect his mind on and off. I know that is why he won't say anything to me.
He is still my bredu, whether he knows it or not.
Open out your arms and breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
He sends me an email in December. He apologizes for everything he's done to hurt me. He tells me he's on the list for a transplant. He declines my (recurrent, ongoing) offer to get tested to see if we're a match. He wishes me luck with everything.
I tell him I love him. He is my bredu.
He never writes again.
There feels like there should be more to this, more to say, more to offer you, more to remember him. And there are more scenes, more flashes, more sounds, more sensations.
But Marion Zimmer Bradley, the woman who gave me the word bredu, was wise to have her characters only offer one or two moments in her novels when they remembered the departed. I have already gone on too long for that. So I close with more of her words:
Let that memory lighten grief.
Lyrics are from "Pull Me Under" by Dream Theatre, "The Moment of Clarity" by Roger Waters, and "To the Shore" by Duran Duran.
This world is spinning without me
Every day sends future to past
Every breath leaves one less to my last
Rick is gone. He lived far longer than they expected, but then he was a fighter. His family called him "Ricky." I could never do that. It diminished him more than he deserved. Small and frail in body, he was still a man. I always tried to preserve that and treat him as such.
I am going to try to communicate my memories here. I do not know how well I will succeed. One of the side effects of being kinesthetic is that my long-term memories have flashes, stills, two-second-long movies of visual, and the rest is sensation with audio bursts. But I will do my best.
Watch the sparrow falling
Gives new meaning to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day
I'll take seven lives for one
And then my only father's son
As sure as I ever did love him
I am not afraid
Rick did everything passionately. Even when he just sat and watched, it was with intensity.
Memory:
We are in IRC together. I am still learning submission at the time, training that will serve me very well over the years. I am still finding people other than myself are into hypnosis. I am overwhelmed and awed.
He is funny, snarky, and making me laugh. He keeps me from taking it too seriously.
Eventually we end up submitting to the same Dominant. She is no longer with the scene as I recount this, but then-we love her. We submit to her with the one who will years later become my Kitty. Kitty is using the name Ru'avel (Dreamsword in some dialect of Dragon Magazine Elvish) at the time. Kitty names me Ru'etha, Dreamhealer. At last Rick picks the name Ru'iten.
He is the Dreamspinner. It fits.
Memory:
The three of us are on the phone together in a three-way conversation. We are repeating Her triggers to one another, sending each other deeper into trance in a breathing, living, organic, fluid way. It is timeless. I have learned the hard way to set an alarm.
We emerge finally, warned by that alarm. "We should get together soon. Like, real life, face to face." Rick is nervous about being judged for his appearance. We reassure him. He is our brother.
The planning for the Stupid Bowl party begins, and I call him bredu. Bredu, for brother, from one of my favorite SF book series. I will never again call anyone else by that particular name. I find over the years I have many brothers. He is my only bredu.
Memory:
Visual flash: glancing over at him sitting in my passenger seat on the way back from the airport. His hair is long and blue-black and silky. He is so tiny. I am a short woman, and he looks me in the eye. We are listening to Duran Duran, singing at the tops of our lungs as we drive down a road I travel every day. Now it's different. My bredu is with me. I've cranked the heat in the car - he's from southern California and has no body fat. When I'm sweltering, he's finally stopped shivering.
Pull me under Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is to set it right
Memory:
Our Lady is hypnotizing us. Hypnotized Eyes, my first real submissive, is lying to my left. Ru'avel is on my right. Ru'iten is lying on top of me. He's so light I barely feel him. The slight weight is comforting. I become aware that my breathing is completely synchronized with ru'iten's and hypnotized eyes', and the world goes happily away.
Memory:
He is shy, tentative. In the last few days he has had his first kiss. But we know time is not on our side, now in specific or any time in general. It feels right. I am careful not to hurry him. We still have our socks on. This produces giggles, but it's important. And he loved being tickled, and so we are playful.
We are done, and he hypnotizes me in Spanish. I have no idea what he's saying; my command of that language is limited to what I learned as a kid watching TV. It doesn't matter. He strokes my hair and murmurs to me and I melt. It's beautiful.
Memory:
We are watching the game, cheering for both teams to lose. He says "And this is where the ball becomes sentient and flies away into the stands! Fly! Be free!" And we all crack up, because he is absolutely right.
And the moment of clarity
Faded like charity does
Sometimes
I open one eye
And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair
To make sure in the darkness that you were still there
And I have to admit
I was just a little afraid
Yeah
But then...
I had a little bit of luck
You were awake
I couldn't take another moment alone
Memory:
"We should write something together. Only not as us, not writing with you as blankpage, you know? Let's write something in the Pleasure Cruise storyline and send it in."
"I've always wanted to use the name Fey. But I don't want to write something with a lot of sex."
"You're on, bredu. I'll write as... umm... I'll come up with something. And I don't like writing a bunch of sex scenes either. Let's start writing and see where it goes."
I end up choosing the name Sunset. The result is here. I don't co-write again with anyone for years. We agree not to let people know the story is by the two of us. I think the time for that agreement is done. People deserve to know it was him.
When your nine day feed is up
And you've drained your loving cup
Come stands reeling to the shore
Memory:
"I know what I want for my birthday. I want you to come out and visit me for a few days." Things have ended with our Lady, and I am finding my inner Dominance rising. We both know I am not the Domme for him, but we are still close. He is still my bredu. And so I book tickets, and I fly to California. We borrow his brother's car and drive around. He shows me places. We stay at a hotel, but I do meet his family. They don't understand fully why I'm there, but they're glad he's happy. He can't drive. We get lost a lot, because he knows the area so well he forgets to tell me to turn places. It is spring of 2002.
I am lying on the bed in the hotel holding him. He feels even lighter than before. I am trying to sense within him, in the way I've been taught by my faith. His back feels all wrong. The kidneys feel like two black disks sucking everything in. I am afraid, and I nuzzle his beautiful hair. He tells me he is going to the NIH in June or July, for some more of the studies they perform on him. "Going to have to update the textbooks again, I'm still not dead."
When the brave are coming out
The dry fight and the dusty shout
See you crawling on the floor
Memory, clear and distinct:
We are on the phone with Mark Reed from the Forum, and find out that he's about eight hours' drive north. "We should road trip!" I say.
Mark pauses. "I couldn't ask you to do that," he says, and his voice betrays how much he wants it.
Visual flash: I look at Rick. His eyes are bright and interested and hopeful. He has never gotten to do any of the crazy things most people take for granted. He can't. He, too, is trying not to let on how very much he wants this.
The decision is easy. "Grab your stuff, we're road tripping!" And we leave the hotel, still checked in, knowing we're paying for a night not there, and head north. We're singing in the car the whole way up.
Memory:
I am in another hotel bed, between Mark and Rick. Mark is over six feet tall and huge. Rick is smaller than I am. We all fit in one double bed. We are cuddling. I hypnotize them both, nonsexually, building the closeness. It feels good. We all cry a bit the next day when Rick and I head back south.
Memory:
Who the fuck would have thought there would be snow in California? But in the mountains north of LA, there is snow in the pass. The heater for the car is spotty, and Rick doesn't have a coat. I give him my jean jacket and he curls his whole body underneath it. In order to see, I have to open the window a bit every so often. We are both shivering. Traffic is moving slowly. But we make it down the other side of the mountain and see the lights of LA spread out before us, and it warms.
I have no contact information for Mark now. I wish I did. He would want to know.
And diamond stars shine glitter bright
Gorging your sanhedralite
Words are falling to the floor
Glands stand pouring fruit tree
Now they glisten on the waterline
See how you are at the shore
Memory, auditory and sensation only:
I am at work, and his mother calls me. She is frantic. He has gone to NIH, and they've told him he needs dialysis. He has left the building against medical advice. His family and the medical staff have no idea where he is. "If he calls you, please tell him to go back."
He does, and I do, and I plead with him. He finally does go back, resentful and unhappy. I know the toxins are affecting his mind. It is cold comfort.
He never says he forgives me, though I apologize.
Haul up all your petty desires
Leave it lying down before
Wash away the rusty disease
Of your brown town days in our silver sea
Leave it dying at the door
Memory:
"Rick, please don't post my real name associated with my online names on your journal! I've been stalked, and that's scary to me. Please?"
I check again twenty minutes later. The post is gone. So is our friendship. Emails go unread, fan mail sent gets no response, IMs disappear into the void. And there it rests for four years. I know he is sick, and I see him at least once fake his death. I hear he has a girlfriend. I hear it's over. The toxins affect his mind on and off. I know that is why he won't say anything to me.
He is still my bredu, whether he knows it or not.
Open out your arms and breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
He sends me an email in December. He apologizes for everything he's done to hurt me. He tells me he's on the list for a transplant. He declines my (recurrent, ongoing) offer to get tested to see if we're a match. He wishes me luck with everything.
I tell him I love him. He is my bredu.
He never writes again.
There feels like there should be more to this, more to say, more to offer you, more to remember him. And there are more scenes, more flashes, more sounds, more sensations.
But Marion Zimmer Bradley, the woman who gave me the word bredu, was wise to have her characters only offer one or two moments in her novels when they remembered the departed. I have already gone on too long for that. So I close with more of her words:
Let that memory lighten grief.
Lyrics are from "Pull Me Under" by Dream Theatre, "The Moment of Clarity" by Roger Waters, and "To the Shore" by Duran Duran.
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