Mardi Gras is My Favorite Time of Year

Mardi Gras is my favorite time of year, and I don’t even pretend it’s just about the parades. It’s the energy that pulls me in every single time. The city feels electric, like everyone collectively decided to turn the volume up on life. The colors, the music, the glitter in the air and it all makes me feel bolder, brighter, more alive in my own skin.

I love getting ready almost as much as going out. Choosing something that hugs in the right places, I mean – I have exceptional tits and I love to show them off. Layering on beads, brushing shimmer across my collarbones, knowing full well that I’m going to be looked at.

There’s something about being in a crowd where everyone is just a little uninhibited. Men who might be shy any other time of year suddenly have the courage to hold eye contact a beat longer. They smile more openly. They step closer. And I love that dance of noticing and being noticed. I can feel when someone’s watching me, and I like taking my time before I look back. That tiny delay is delicious. I usually know right then who I might be taking home that night. I love that they’re so cocky and confident – thinking they’ll get laid – when really, I’m going to dominate them especially if I know they are submissive.

Interview with the Mistress – in New Orleans

I don’t think of it as picking up men in some calculated way. It’s more like letting the night unfold and seeing who gravitates toward me. I’ll be standing near the parade route, beads already piled around my neck, swaying to the music, and someone will find a reason to talk to me. Sometimes it starts with a compliment. Sometimes it’s just a shared laugh when a float passes by. I can tell within seconds if there’s chemistry. Mardi Gras sharpens my instincts. It’s like I’m out for a hunt of who I’m going to take back and dominate.

What I adore most is how easy it feels. There’s no heavy expectation. It’s not about impressing someone with a resume or pretending to be more polished than I am. It’s about spark. Once I see the spark – then I know. When we get to talking – I can usually tell where he is sexually speaking. Submissives are who I am looking for.

Power in the Mardi Gras

I feel powerful during Mardi Gras. In a playful, dominant way.

Some nights it turns into dancing for hours, bodies close, sweat and glitter mixing under colored lights. Other times it’s quieter -like slipping into a bar to escape the crush outside, sitting knee to knee, letting conversation stretch out while the party roars somewhere beyond the walls. I like the anticipation of not knowing how the night will end. Sometimes it’s with him tied up and me teasing the hell out of him, other times, I’m taking out my strap on collection.

By the time I’m washing off the glitter the next morning, I’m already replaying the best moments – the way his face looked when I tied him up and he was fearful – not knowing what I’d do next. Or maybe he was a naughty boy because he asked for me to lift my shirt and I knew that was the one I’d take back and spank across my lap. And I know I’ll be back next year,  ready to step into that same electric current again. Mardi Gras isn’t just a celebration for me. It’s my favorite excuse to feel irresistible and to enjoy the thrill of seeing who can keep up. Many can’t haha.

Mistress Liz