I went to two different Halloween parties, two very different experiences but both very good.

All week I looked and looked for something that goes with this:

Someone suggested PVC pants but I’ve never worn PVC before. Others said black jeans would do. One person suggested I go without pants entirely.

I went for the usual: Leather pants and a black t-shirt. My homage to Steve Jobs and every hair band from the 80’s.

The first party was filled with warm friendly faces, big smiles, great costumes (other than my own) and good conversation. It’s one of those places where you know you’ll be around the kind of people you’d bring with you if you were going to colonize mars. Someone greeted me and I had no clue who it was at first since she was covered from head to toe in latex. I found myself in a circle of friends talking about everything from bad movie ideas to politics.

There was a moment where I had a brief out of body experience, realizing how very different things were for me now compared to when I first move to New York and didn’t know anyone. I felt lucky, grateful and warm. Thanksgiving came on Halloween.

Afterwards I headed to smack. Smack is a massive fetish party featuring people in latex, leather and anything else you can imagine. It’s important to note that it’s more fetish than bdsm. There’s some play going on but it’s mostly for show. There I was, a guy going to a fetish party with two of my best friends, one dressed as a sexy wild strawberry and the other as a seductive geisha. There are few things better than watching your friend dressed as a strawberry get her groove on while guys stare from across the room.

A few people were engaged in kinky play. Some were sincere, others were clearly putting on a show. I saw an older couple in the play area having a very hot scene. They were really into it. She wince and arched her back in a way you could tell she was barely aware that there were hundreds of people dancing around her. Downstairs I saw two women “playing”. If anything they were playing to the crowd rather than each other. The woman playing the part of submissive seemed more interested in seeing how the crowd reacted to her reactions. It felt like I was watching bad porn.

There were a few posers there, people acting like they were King Shit of Fuck Mountain. The people who act like they’re doing everyone a favor by letting us be in the same room with them. Its a funny thing to see.

I’m not sure if it was the music, the overcrowded club or the fact that I was also trying to get over being sick but I decided to head home. On my way out I ran into a friend who was sporting her brand new short PVC red dress. I tried not to stare, gave her a hug and tried to think of non-sexy things since hiding an erection while wearing leather pants is almost impossible. We talked for a bit but I left before her date returned with their drinks.

Jumping on the subway I felt less out of place than I normally do when dressed that way. I was sitting next to a drunk guy in a bunny suit and a coed in a catholic school girl uniform.

I made it home, took some nyquil and as I undressed I received a text message from the friend in the short red PVC dress:

“You are an idiot. You should have stayed…I’m a bit hornier than expected. It’s probably good that you left…in a way. If I were a man you would have been promptly raped. I would have lured you into a dark alley…”.

I was reminded of an old lover today. A memory as convoluted, bittersweet and difficult as any in my life to date.

Then the larger question of BDSM reportage came to mind.

Usually, one does ask the person about whom you are writing if they are OK with you writing about them. Usually, they are OK.

I have had several situations where people were NOT OK with my writing about our encounters.

Part of me is miffed by this, and not only because I am a blabbermouth. Because, strangely enough, I am very capable of shutting the fuck up.

But as a writer, when I feel inspired to write, I loathe the idea of being squelched.

I have had several variations on external censorship. I have dealt with them in various ways. I am mercurial and strangely unpredictable, even to my own mind, on this issue

I had one person nonplussed about my writing about and making an example of our scene in my curriculum when I taught classes about Taboo / Extreme Edge Play. This may well have been because this was a textbook example of how to not manage a scene that has derailed.

To be fair, missteps occurred on everyone’s part, and I do not understate my role in the situation. But they weren’t too thrilled, especially as a public Leather Community figure, to have that less-than-optimal situation live on.

After some discussion, I made it clear my intent was not to damage, but to help other folks learn from those that have gone before and paved the Way Of “Whoops!” Plus, the versions that were in circulation only made the situation even grimmer than the reality, so getting it from the horse’s mouth is only going to serve to put the period on the end of those speculations.

I had a profound moment of Zen when, years after the fact, a former lover asked me to remove references to him from my online writings because he was upset that such explicit materials referenced him online.

Though I had received permission, in the past, to tell that story in the course of my solo show, a change in his level of notoriety prompted him to become indignant that such intimate details of his sexual appetites were searchable online. This is fucking galling. Kind of like Jesus saying to John the Baptist “Dude, yeah, I am totally cool with you, but could you refrain from talking about when you dunked me that one time? Thanks!”

He was my gateway drug to kink, the story is fantastical and beautiful…and he is cranky abut that.

On the one hand, I understand, and can empathize. I mean, come on. Certainly, someone gushing over your sexual prowess, the magnificence of your penis, the thoroughness of your hotness and how generally amazing and brilliant you are, in explicit terms, is a dangerous thing.

I tried to explain that, frankly, the djinni is out of the flask and, thanks to Google and the WayBack, nothing can ever be erased.

I also gently pointed out that he never asked me if it was OK to write half an album about me, and furthermore to actually use my fucking name for one of his songs…on not one but two of his records…and if he was concerned about people making the connection, he well should have considered that first. (Oh, if you wanna hear it, you can do that here. You can do it for free. Save the ninety-nine cents, dear reader.)

It hardly helps that this extended remix situation is one of the Obsessions Of My Lifetimes.

No, that isn’t a typo…I’m a Hindu-esque kid.

I have also had a preemptive strike levied against my writing. A man with whom I was (very briefly) involved specifically insisted I not write about our encounter, as it might muddy the waters with someone he was in the process of wooing, and that wasn’t OK.

Douchetastic? Yep.

THAT situation was cunningly crafted by the very Gods to take me out at the knees, and sucked in several ways. I wish I’d had the ovaries at the time to hash that one out, but instead my submissive reflex kicked in, to my detriment, and I just caved to the command.

It is a very odd sensation to feel like your own life and the means by which you express that to the world is possibly offensive, probably unacceptable, certainly cumbersome, often unwelcome.

Whatever.

Really, the main intent I have, in my life and in my writings, is to illuminate. To talk through my past, my kink, my life and loves and the messy, messy beautiful and delicious kaleidoscope through which I see everything. To use my own voice, my own light, to refract the gloom of the quotidian through my own prism, my fresh perspective.

I am not sure when speaking my piece, in my way, became such a minefield.

And it is very tough to remain strong, loud and proud when a miasma of shame, reluctance, fear and regret wraps about the ankles, creeps up goosebumped arms and condenses sorrow within your ears.

Peace.

~Mollena

Tags: blogging, british, Mollena, music, origin stories, privacy, song, whinging

I decided to challenge myself to write a fuckstory in >500 words. Why not? Mayhap I’ll make this a regular thing on my blog. Perhaps this shit is so played-out and is the oldest and most overused trope in the sex bloggers toy bag that some of y’all are rolling y’all’s eyes and being all “Whatever, biotech.” Either way, here’s my go!

xoxo

~Mollena

“Don’t move. Don’t fucking move. if you move and you make me come right now I swear to god you’ll make me very angry and I don’t think you want that.”

I could hardly breathe as his belt, looped once around my throat buckle cutting into my shoulder pulled tight under my back tail gripped firmly in his hand growing tighter incrementally slowly becoming the focus of my attention as I focused on not moving which was hard. It was hard because his full weight was on me and when he wasn’t threatening me with effulgent glistening stepping-razor violence he was biting me really hard and it isn’t all that easy to focus on not moving about when someone is biting you. Really hard. And their belt is slowly and, with the inexorable force of a constrictor thoughtfully relieving a rabbit of its life, relieving you of your senses. “I wonder,” some slowly fading rational part of my mind mulled “I wonder if this is what it is like when an animal is killed in order that another animal may have a meal.” And then I felt comforted because I was absolutely at peace in that moment as the belt tightened another centimetre around my neck and his cock reasserted its domain over my cunt and his breath crawled into my ear right before the darkest words I could imagine dark not only because they echoed my invisibly screamed thoughts but dark because I wondered whether or not it were true that he might “Keep pulling on this belt and see how long it takes for you to go…” and I knew that I wouldn’t fight him. My head turned slightly towards his and his cheek grazed my cheek as I winced, stubble so rough on my skin I wondered if I would have angry red abrasions to match the marks that the belt would surely leave on my neck and I wondered if even this small movement was going to violate the injunction against movement as he punched my shocked cunt again with his cock and I held my breath my eye traveling upwards to meed the one of his I could see and I knew in that moment that yes, he could if he wanted to he could finish me and this moment and I would not struggle at all and this moved me so deeply I started to cry. One tear so hot it lit up the nerve-endings in my skin and coursed down my cheek and into my ear where it tickled mercilessly. And another tear, and another, yet I remain unmoving and silent I looked back at this creature this. Man. who was inside and all over all over me and cried and waited and his eye coldly observed my tears as his stare went absolutely blank and he bared his teeth and he pulled the belt even tighter and came and roared and barked and growled and fucked the rest of me away.

Tags: BDSM, breath control, Fetish, Leather, rough sex

Greetings!

I hope that you had a thrilling stunning effulgent weekend full of delightful epiphanies and thoughtful moments of internal illumination.

Or, at least, had a nice nap.

Over much of the weekend, my subconscious Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic was thrumming with memory and pulsing with perversion.

I had a lovely brunch with a dear friend on Sunday. He is, among many things, a sadist and of British extraction.

These things are, in my book, two of the the very Pillars of WIN.

Being extremely well-hung and madly craving constant contact with my boobs are two more Pillars Of WIN.

But I digress…

We’d played several weeks back, and due to myriad reasons (my insanity and odd life-processing methodology, for starters) had not really gone into depth about the scene.

It is easy to forget that sadistic people need love and reassurance too. It isn’t great to leave them hanging with questions like “OK, did they LIKE the scene? If they HATED it, was it the GOOD kind of hate (that makes you squirm and reluctantly crave more of the same treatment)? Or was it the BAD kind (which leads to flamewars and scorched earth blog-posts)?”

In this case, I had the added bonus of this being the first scene I’d done in a long time. I had fears that my pain tolerance would be shot to hell.

It wasn’t.

I was nervous I’d be self-conscious about being butt-ass nekkid in the dungeon.

I wasn’t.

The wildcard, for me, in any scene is “The Wall”.

Most scenes for me have a moment of clarity where I realize that, on the face of it, this is insane, that I must be crazy, that the situation’s patently absurd.

I can’t ever predict when “The Wall” will be hit.

Andrew thought that the Extreme Clothes-pin-On-The-Nipple-Repositioning-Moment was the tense point for me.

And, fair game.

I did, if I recall correctly, unleash a top-o-the-lung stream of shrieked invective, invoking several deities, possible suggestions of incestuous relations with his Mother, and profane insistence that his derangement ought to be punished and that I would see to that personally.

Just as soon as I was released from the duct tape, plastic wrap ropes and cuffs.

But it was not the pain that was The Wall for me in that scene. It was the order to lick his boots.

Well, not just lick them.

Yeah, lick the sole.

Go ahead. Freak out.

I know I did…..(….keep reading….?)

Tags: boots, fear, Fetish, Kink, Leather, Mollena, submission

Madison Young isn’t just beautiful, she’s a fucking genius. She makes great movies. Perversions of Lesbian Lust is produced by Madison’s company, Madison Bound, and Madison also wrote and directed the film. Oh while I’m singing the praises of Madison Young, let me mention her award winning and nationally recognized art gallery and performance space, Femina Potens. Go there and check out the BustED exhibit. Alright, I admit it, I have a huge girl crush on Madison - a super hot redhead who is smart and artistic. Thank you, Madison, for sending Perversion of Lesbian Lust to me. I loved it! I always look forward to watching your movies under the guise of “work“.

Madison begins by telling the story of her hot, but vanilla, sex with her girlfriend, Lorelei Lee. Indeed, it’s hot to watch them together - as I watched them kissing passionately I felt that little change in my mood. I love lesbian sex that’s real - there is a way that women who really love fucking other women do it that is just a notch more authentic than the average porn. They have great sex, but Madison wants just a little more, a hand on her throat or a spank on her bottom. Lorelei just wants to play nice, make love, and can’t understand Madison’s desire for more.

She dips her toes into the water with an online Mistress, who tests her limits via video. Madison records herself as she binds her own breasts and prepares to impress her Mistress with self-bondage, attaching clothespins to her labia, dripping hot wax all over her own body, self-caning (including bastinado), and finally auto asphyxiation breath play with bag suffocation as she gets off with her Hitachi and dildo.

I love a happy ending, so it’s especially nice that in the end, she has found the perfect balance of love and humiliation as she and Dylan Ryan play domination and submission games on Sundays. I think it’s in this scene that Madison looks the sexiest to me - that casual Sunday in panties and a t-shirt with glasses hot girl look - Madison has it!

She is caged and clamped, punished, humiliated, caned, forced to crawl dragging her chain behind her, used and forced to come, spit on, and tortured with water as her face is used to clean the floor. Much like Undone, she is alone in the end - left soaking wet, humiliated, and used up. It just leaves her wanting more, it’s the kink she was lacking in her life.

If you like porn done well, with beautiful women who enjoy fucking other women, if you enjoy any aspect of Lesbian BDSM or if you’re just curious about real LezDom, you will love this movie. It’s not your typical boom-chicka-wow-wow pr0n. It’s the good stuff.

Tags: auto asphyxiation, Breast Bondage, breath play, caning, confinement, domination, dylan ryan, femina potens, Hot Wax Torture, humiliation, lesbian bdsm, Lesbian Porn, lezdom, Lorelei Lee, madison young, plastic bag suffocation, punishment, self-bondage, submission, tit bondage, water torture

Public sex with wildly masturbating bystanders?

Yes, please.

Thank you very much.

I do love my adopted home, San Francisco. However, It is strange that, even in this purportedly hedonistic enclave of freaks, there is a serious shortfall of places to go and get your freak on.

What do you do when your roommate is just not prepared for blood-curdling labia-curling scrotum-shrinking howls from your room as your favorite fucktoy barks out “PLEASE MAY I HAVE ANOTHER!!” at 3:47 AM?

Some nights, you get your ass over to dark-dank-dingy-delightful Power Exchange.

But those nights might be drawing to a close.

Though it is one of San Francisco’s last public pansexual Sex Club and BDSM playspaces, The Power Exchange is at risk.

And this time, it isn’t a Puritanical buzz killing sour-lipped SF City Supervisor cracking down on sex.

It is plain old economics. The owner of the building is selling, and the future of the place is uncertain.

On those nights where the filthynastypiglut in you wants to be ogled and leered at and objectified by complete strangers who seem to often take a Mystery Science Theater 3000 approach to watching sex acts, there’s no place like the Power Exchange. This is an excerpt of one of my favorite scene memories from PE.

Strolling through the main play area, surrounded by the fencing, we checked out all of the side rooms, peeked in on the wankers in the TV room, and wound up in the ‘bullpen’ area. After securing a chain across the break in the fence, Sir turned to me, flipped me around and up against the cross. I was giggling a bit, as I thought this would be light and easy. We had no toys or the usual accouterments of BDSM along for the ride: how far could it go?

Pressed against the cross, my forehead against the cool wood, I felt his fingers fasten on to my breasts, the nipple trapped again between his fingers. And he began pinching. Several seconds went by as I realized the pressure he was applying was indeed becoming extremely painful…my head was swimming and tears blurred my eyes. I wriggled, trying to escape. That bought be several hard slaps to my ass and another shove against the cross. More wriggling, more shoving. Those hands, capable of inflicting a bruising pinch strayed not far from my breasts for some time. Turning me around, he pulled my breasts away from my chest, stretching them painfully. I panted, trying to breather more deeply. He smiled. How is it that a smile can warm and chill me simultaneously?

Pulling me towards him by the tips of my breasts, he leaned down to kiss me, breath smoky and sweet from the Havana cigar and port he’d consumed after dinner. I was pushed roughly against the cross again, as he pondered what to do with me….slapping the insides of my thighs was the next place he went. Loud resounding slaps were followed by my yowls and moans. The flesh was immediately sensitized, and it was all I could do to stand and take the next slap.

Soon, it was too much and my legs reflexively closed.

“Spread your legs.”

I shook my head and squeezed them even more tightly together. Grabbing a handful of the hair on my labia, he pulled and twisted till I screamed.

“Spread your legs.” He repeated, and I did so with alacrity.

Warmed up yet?

Check out the complete spread at “The Power Exchange: A Memory” on The Perverted Negress

xoxo

~Mo

Tags: BDSM, BDSM play, Kink, masochism, Mollena, power exchange, sadism, scenes, sex clubs, The Perverted Negress

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• Time For Our CommUNITY To Work Together For the Butterfly Temptress
• Impostor

Backdoor Bondage Blog:

• Backdoor Bondage’s Clip Store Has Claire Adams and Petal Benson Hanging Upside Down In a Cage In The Woods For Sex (it’s awesome!!)
• Madison Young is a Rigger’s Dream

Into The Attic Blog:

• Yep, That’s a Real Deer Leg

Thursday’s Child:

• Intoxication

Dungeon Place:

• Hotel Rooms, Ex Wives, and Submission (A three-part series)

Mz Berlin’s Blog:

• I’m back from Kink.com where I shot with Princess Donna for Wired Pussy

Ms. Nikki Nefarious:

• Rigging for Athena Fatale and Jinx1313

Shared Cindy:

• Judy’s Story - Part 1

The Urban Gypsy:

• Cleavage of the Day: NYC Free Foods, Mint Oreos, and Advil

Sweltering Celt:

• HNT - Boobiestar Edition

Leather Yenta:

• New York Leather Weekend - Sunday

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• HNT - Calendar Preview

Curvaceous Dee:

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So I need to renew my driver’s license, and for reasons too boring to go into here, I need to take the written exam. I’ve needed to do this for quite some time, but have been putting it off, and off, and off. Now, next month, my current license will expire, so I have to actually go do this thing.

My Master and I have worked out a way to make studying the DMV handbook more fun – for both of us.

The set up goes like this: my Master puts me over the convertible step-stool, i.e., the Chair of Doom. Then he asks me questions from the sample tests the DMV provides. When I get an answer wrong, I get a certain number of strokes from the cane (which he sets before we start, although he seems to feel completely guiltless about changing that number whenever suits him!)

I’ve been fantasizing about this for the last few weeks. (And, to be honest, not studying overly much. That DMV handbook is written in such a way as to make your mind wander within a page, I swear!) Last Sunday we had our first study session.

My Master was in a spandex mood (and, it seems, having some ‘80s nostalgia!), and so had me in spandex short shorts and a thong leotard. I must say that I find such outfits really quite humiliating. I think most short shorts make my thighs look fat, and a thong leo is simply embarrassing to wear at the best of times. But he loves it – I mean it really turns him on! So I just try not to look in any mirrors, and let his eyes be my mirror, so I can feel as sexy as he sees me. It’s generally not easy at first, but gets easier as the scene progresses and his lust is obvious and continuing….

Once the outfit was on, he couldn’t wait to get started. I, on the other hand, was not in a great headspace. It was my first day of my “period week” in my menstrual cycle, and PMS was still in full swing. When he said it was time for the scene, I responded with alacrity, because I’ve found that if I have to beg out of a scene, I regret it for months later, every day that scenes don’t happen and I find myself thinking wistfully back to that scene that could have been. So I pretty much have to be bleeding from the eyeballs these days for me to even consider asking for a reprieve, and I certainly wasn’t going to give up a good scene opportunity just because I felt cranky and slow and tired. I even put on the thong with good grace!

But as the scene was getting started, a wave of self-pity rolled over me. My pain tolerance was at it’s lowest; why did we always have to do a scene on the first day of my period? I didn’t really want to be in pain, anyway. And other whinging, which I happily kept entirely internal.

My Master I don’t think noticed my inner turmoil – he was too busy enjoying the view of my spandex-clad bottom. He was so excited that he couldn’t keep his hands off: he suddenly changed plans, put the chair back into its chair shape, and put me over his knee for a warm-up spanking. (This did leave me a bit bemused, because he’s normally completely uninterested in a warm-up!)

He started in on the spanking, and I tried to get myself in headspace. He moved up the intensity scale pretty quickly, and my self-pity increased accordingly. Finally I burst out crying, more from the unfairness of it all than from actual pain. He lifted me off his lap, and started setting the chair up for the study session. He decided on using a tawse, first.

I got my first question wrong, and he thwacked my bottom a few times. I got the next one right, and then the next one wrong. And somewhere along the line, my self-pity and stupid headspace vanished, and the scene was just good and fun and sexy and hot.
Continue reading “Educational discipline and anal sex”

Tags: anal, BDSM, blowjob, cane, discipline, english vice, happiness in slavery, Kink, M/s, personal growth, r/l scenes, schoolgirl, service, slave thoughts, spandex, Spanking, tawse, zilledefeu

UPDATE: The auction has ended, and the character has been snatched up! I’ll reveal more as the winner is comfortable with it, but thanks for everyone who helped publicize this process.

Want to go on a wild ride with me?

NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month – it’s a project done every year by thousands of people all over the world, to write a novel of 50,000 words or more in a month. I’ve done it twice – once producing my novel Nawashi, and the next year producing the sequel, Jujun. I’m gearing up now to do it again, and I have a helluva story to tell - Twisted Monk himself, upon hearing about it, said it was “…fucking brilliant!” It’s set in the same world as the other two, but with all new characters.

And I’d like you to be one of them.

More than that, I’d like to take you along with me on this month-long journey through the mind and words of an author under pressure. So I’ve opened an e-bay auction for the role. What am I auctioning off? Glad you asked.

1. Before November 1, I will interview you to do character development, designing a major character in the book to be based on you. I’ll even use your name if you’d like, or keep it as anonymous as possible. I’m not talking about a minor character that gets killed in Chapter 2, either. I’m talking a major, plot-developing pivotal role guaranteed to survive until at least the last chapter (I make no guarantees after that, though). The character may be evil, may be good, may be a sultry lust-kitten of doom.  But the basis will be you.
2. When November hits, we’re off. Normally NaNoWriMo authors will post excerpts of their work every day or so, just to show where they’re at. You, the winner of the auction, will get unrestricted access – as in, everything I write in the book. You’ll see my brain in it’s naked twisted creative glory, see the parts I take out, the parts that I wish I could keep, you’ll get the whole thing as it happens.
3. Every week in November we’ll get in touch via voice – either Skype or phone – and chat for ½ hour about the book, the characters, your thoughts and my plans for the characters and plot. Now, this doesn’t give you creative control over the book at all – but it does give you input, and I may steal – er, that is, listen to your ideas as we go, as well.
4. Finally, you get some tangible goodies as well. There is a necklace that will figure heavily in the plot – an amber necklace, designed and hand made by my own davalochka. This is a real object – an actual piece of jewelry. It’s going to be a prime factor in the conflicts and motivations. And at the end of the month…you get it. For keeps.
5. One more thing (yes, I’m a Mac user, why do you ask?)…you also will get, at the end, a copy of the book printed through Lulu.com. And on that book, it will say “by Graydancer, with [insert your name here]“. Because if I’ve spent that much time with you on this book, you deserve to have your name on it.

The auction is going to be short – three days only. So tell your friends, pool your funds, and get in on part of one of the hottest BDSM urban fantasy novels ever written in November! Click here for the ebay auction - after October 18th, it’s done, and you’ll just have to wait for the book.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #151? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom.

This Week’s Picks
Stolen Time
“The sigh of a kiss that has been too long waiting is a wicked rush.”

Keeping things hot when everything hurts
“While it’s not as fun for him, what I love about those times is how sexy he makes me feel at a time when I probably feel the most worthless as a lover.”

Like lovers do…
“As soon as I got that groove, he felt it. His body started to tense up and tremble.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
At What Point Have You Crossed The Line?

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20 Questions With Janet Jacme
Busy Busy Busy

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Backward (One)
The Five Twenties - The Fifth Twenty
i Kissed a Girl
The love for guys in uniform
Natalie Gets Laid
A Night to Remember, ft. Mariella and VibeReview
Talk Dirty To Me
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Do BDSM and McCain Go Together Like Vinegar and Oil?
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BDSM & Fetish
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Sex Camp 2008: The Petting Zoo!
slut to the Mailbox ….. This Morning’s Task as Accomplished
Someplace I’ve never been, part 2

Sex Advice
Man-Handles: What to Do with His Nipples?
Sadie’s Advice for Craigslist Dating. Confession #151

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Can Group Sex Get Your Man to Clean the House?
Channeling Jessica Rabbit
How I started paying for sex
Present Genitive
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I understand the needs of marketers. The fact is, if you want to sell a website to horny voyeurs and fans of exhibitionism, the name “Public Disgrace” is a lot better than “Practical Rope.”

But when I go to the site and see pictures like the above one, I want to cheer. Princess Donna is the rigger for the site (as well as the devious mind that comes up with the public acts of disgrace the women go through) and she is providing a great service to the rope community.

See, many of  questions I get from everyday ropesluts (and yes, I mean tops and bottoms) are how to integrate the rope techniques into everyday stuff. Not everyone has a bondage frame in their bedroom, or a cross, or even a spanking bench. But other items of furniture - like the one above, a pool table - can be integrated with simple rope techniques. What, a few one-column ties and a two column tie put her in the position above? Easy stuff from any rope 101 class or book.

Practical rope. How to tie someone so that they can be gang-banged on a sawhorse, for example. OK, maybe that’s not exactly your kink that you had in mind, and maybe your elbows can’t touch in back the way that Lorelei Lee can. For that matter, not everyone has the fantasy of drowning in cocks that she seems to be fulfilling…though come to think of it, I know quite a few women who do.

I’m not saying that the site is going to be any kind of rope instruction - it’s not. It’s about sex, and exhibitionism, and public humiliation taken to the extreme (and I’ll have a lot to say about that later, since Sascha and I did some of it ourselves. That word on her chest? It means “cunt” in Russian, and it’s only one of many that were written on her body).

But Princess Donna is someone I would love to have a beer with and just talk about ways to take the classic rope skills and adapt them to everyday environments - or unusual ones, like this one with Sabrina Fox (yes, this site is Wired Pussy, which she also rigs for. She’s also a model. The woman must never sleep). That kind of inventiveness and adaptability is what I really think goes into a great rope top.

It’s a practical skill. I love the new sites that are coming up, everything from expanded shoots from the Twisted Factory to Boss Bondage to the Sergeant Major, but when do we kinksters get our own HGTV site? “This Old Dungeon,” “Trading Masters,” “Project Spankway,” or just a daily talk show with several submissive women talking about recent intense scenes they’ve been in or heard of called “The Whew.”

Or just “Practical Rope with Princess Donna.” I’m tellin’ ya, if this smut thing doesn’t work out, they’ve got a winner there…

Catalina’s Favorite Sex Blog Posts Of The Week!

CatalinaLoves.com:

Catalina hates Myspace.com
Catalina loves 10 Sexy Things About Men

CatalinaSays.com:

The Good Things List Lives On
Amazing Friends

BestSexBloggers.com:

Sunday Evening Fuck
Crawling In The Dark

MarkyDSade.com:

Princess Donna and Kink.com Launch New Bondage and Public Sex Site: Public Disgrace
Madison Young Gets Tied Up, Caned, and Forced to Cum on Hogtied.com

Backdoor Bondage Blog:

Sgt. Major Puts Fetish Model Charlotte Brooke Through Outdoor Bondage on Sarge’s BDSM Clip Store
Reflections on The Bondage Past - Jade Marxxx and John Blakemore (H.O.M.)

Nawalochai.com:

Shots from Folsom
Folsom Coverage on BehindKink.com

Into The Attic Blog:

Elizabeth
The Zayda J. Hubbub

Thursday’s Child:

Knee Sock Fetish HNT

Over The Top Kinky:

Romanian Hottie Lea Lexis Gets Fucked In The Ass In Public

Bad Bad Girl:

Like Lovers Do

Confessions From My Open Marriage:

There’s a First Time For Everything (Confession #146)

Mz Berlin’s Blog:

Mz Berlin Does Lesbian Love Right in Friends and Lovers with Madison Young

Satine Phoenix’s Blog:

Satine Phoenix is Good Enough To Eat In This Cannibal Fetish Scene from Muki’s Kitchen

Ms. Nikki Nefarious:

Like My Ropes? Buy Them!

TruFetish.com:

Mark Me Yours…

Ellie Lumpesse: Pretentious Pervert:

What’s Wrong With Sex Work?

The Urban Gypsy:

Cleavage of the Day Updated for HNT

Sweltering Celt:

HNT - Getting A Little Leggy

Debauched Domestic Diva:

HNT: aka Cleavage of the Week

Happiness is a Dominant Woman:

Thoughts of Dominant Wives and Submissive Husbands

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Athena Fatale is one of the nicest, sweetest, most sadistic and beautiful women I have met yet. Essentially she’s made of awesomeness soup. I met Jinx1313 at Mr S Leather when she was there for a photo shoot with Cortes Photo, she was going to shoot with Athena as well.

Once Athena arrived at the loft we all got to hang out for a bit and then she asked if I would suspend Jinx1313 for a photo. I could have hugged her right then!! Well of course I will suspend Jinx1313! And better yet I’ll do it in the bathroom.

The bathroom in the loft is about as big as my bedroom at home, with marble walls, marble garden tub, bidet, and more shower heads and nozzles coming out of the walls than House of Pain’s got rhymes. The best part of it all was the suspension point above the tub.

So there I am with two ridiculously hot women in a bathroom, one in sexy latex, one clad only in heels. What to do, what to do. You know, sometimes my life is just hard ;) Luke Degre let me borrow some of his hemp ropes and I went to town! The pic above is one of my favorites from the set.

But it gets much better. After a bit of posing and playing with Jinx1313, Athena gets a shower nozzle and turns the set into a water bondage shoot. Me? Oh yeah, I’m happy as hell at this point! Well I’m going to stop talking about it, after all a pic is worth a thousand words right? Well these are worth a million!

There was a time that I actually participated in BDSM activities. I was single and dating, putting myself out there in hopes of finding something real. In the process, I learned a lot about myself and about the lifestyle. Since my life has become less edge and more vanilla, I am more thankful than ever that I had the opportunity to experience things for myself.

My first experience with any sort of bondage came from a man named Michael. He was older by about fifteen years and very wise in the ways of the world. To this day I’m not certain of his heritage but it doesn’t matter. The important thing is knowing that he was gorgeous and sophisticated and he ruled his world with an iron fist.

He rented a hotel room for me and I checked in two hours ahead of our scheduled meeting time. I showered and shaved, feeling very much like a virgin on her wedding night. I followed his instructions and swallowed the fear, pretending that I was an old pro.

That first night I sucked him off and he made me orgasm by pressing his mouth to my dripping cunt. It was slow and sweet and I felt let down. Then I felt guilty for questioning him, even if it was only in my mind. As he dressed to leave, I was speechless.

The next morning he showed up at six and gone were the sweet ways and the pleasantries. Instead I was face down in the mattress with his condom covered cock violating me. His hands held my long auburn hair as if he were holding the reigns of a mare and as he leaned over me I felt his teeth close against the flsh of my back. I screamed out loud and his climax was almost instant.

We showered and left the room to go to lunch. I don’t remember where he took me, but it was nice and quiet. We could talk in whispers and I loved feeling as if I hadn’t a care in the world.

Back at the hotel he told me to undress and lay on the bed. I did as I was told and waited with bated breath. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and it crossed my mind that I should probably fear for my life. Instead, I laid still and waited for his next move.

He raised my hands above my head and I felt the cold steel handcuffs close. The loud click echoed in the nearly empty room and I tested them. They were tight but they didn’t dig into my skin, so I relaxed once more.

My ankles were restrained and I knew that my fat body spread eagle on the bare bed must have made an awful sight. He said he liked women with curves, BBWs, and I had believed him. Now I wondered if he only chose them to torture and kill them, to make the world better for pretty thin people. Still, I didn’t move. I just laid there and shivered.

I felt his fingers in my skin and he told me to remember that I was free to use my safe word whenever I felt I needed it. I didn’t speak. It wasn’t something that needed a reply.

Almost immediately I felt the flogger land between my breasts. One blow then another. Over and over again he alternated between my breast, my fat tummy, and my muscular legs. I cried and I came; I screamed his name and begged for mercy but I didn’t use my safe word.

He stopped and I heard him begin to rummage through his toy bag. I heard him tear open a condom package then the sound of it being rolled into place. He was going to fuck me again, after the intense flogging. I began to cry and contemplate the safe word. My body was tired and my soul was in need.

There was a click and whirl of noise. I stopped crying to listen more closely. I heard the shutter of a camera and began to panic in earnest.

He told me to keep my legs spread and my mouth shut. I felt his fingers pry my cunt lips apart and the coolness of a condom against my skin. A sharp pain shot through me and I tried not to scream.

In and out; out further, in deeper. Over and over again he fucked my pussy with a huge object, stopping only long enough to take pictures. I cried and moaned and soared. The orgasms shook my body.

As quickly as it had started, it was over. He removed the restraints. He unlocked the handcuffs. When he removed the blindfold and I saw his smiling face, nothing had ever looked so fabulous.

We bathed together in the huge jacuzzi tub and I remember thinking that I would never again be the same. More than he needed to control, I needed to submit. I needed to be controlled; I needed to be told what to do because otherwise, my brain would never turn off. He recognized it and nurtured it. He kept me for the entire summer, feeling so strongly that I was walking in the sun.

And now? I’m lost. I’m always on. I’m crawling in the dark.

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