In case you are trying to figure out who’s who and what’s what…
Derek: He of awesome talent, my Zen Fetish webmaster.
Fredrick the Cross-Dressing Cat: AKA Sir Fredrick Alexander Theodore Kat, who shares home and hearth with me. If you are a caller, you’ve most likely met him. He tends to “interfere” with my calls now and then, meowing very loudly. He always wears a hot pink collar and is also under forced chastity.
Isabella Valentine: A deliciously gifted PSO with a phenomenal website, specializing in Erotic Hypnosis and Panty Boys. Isabella is a great friend with a generous, loving spirit. She is studying psychology, hoping to specialize in sexuality and is a gifted artist and photographer.
Jenna: My receptionist and personal assistant when I managed a Sales Office, Jenna quickly became a good friend. She is married to Jeremy, having lived with him — with both sets of parents’ — blessings — since the age of sixteen. I was supposed to sing at her wedding, but they ended up eloping. I guess because of so much togetherness from such a young age, she likes to “frolic” in the fast lane and is always trying to enlist me as accomplice. I suspect that Jeremy blames her wanderlust on me and am always trying to sidestep his misguided wrath. So far, so good.
Jezebella: Now Jezzy Girl is quite the ornery girl. She loves it nasty and dirty. I swear she masturbates not-stop and owns more sex toys than I can count. She doen’t do phone sex, per se, but she has helped me out absolutely gratis on a call now and then, here and there. What a doll, heh? She’s still a college girl, yet has participated in more wild sex in her short life than most porn stars. Gotta love the girl! Oh, she also can be found, up close and personal at her Blog and her Porn Search Engine.
Mistress V: A highly regarded colleague, internet entrepreneur and very good friend, Ms. V hosts my Blistered Lips .
Nanette: A good friend I met on my way to growing up. Although she is not so very grown-up herself, she is a constant source of delight and an occasional source of frustration. Being slightly codependent, I dream of saving her from herself.
The Savants: I began collecting Savants quite by accident. It all started back on 02/27/06 when I’d innocently posted an entry here at ZF titled Pervert Savant regarding an email I’d recently received. Mind you, this was a very special email, being from a client (actually from one of his doppelgangers, of which there are many) who was fast becoming a cherished fidus Achates. Thus it began. As any enthusiast knows, be it smiley faces, rosaries, books, angels or refrigerator magnets (guilty as charged), collections take on a life of their own — demanding time, attention and care. But I’m not complaining. Because every Savant is special in his/her own way and I am one lucky girl to have them grace my virtual curio cabinet. So what if I have to pull out the virtual feather duster every now and then to give them a good cleaning? You will find each and every one of them, my very own cherished and adored Hummels of Kink, here at the Savant Collection.