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[This post originally appeared on my blog.]

So ladies, are you going to dress immodestly today and start a massive, global earthquake? In case you don’t know, today is the day that women worldwide are urged to bare their boobs, their ankles, and anything else that suits them to start a Boobquake. [For more info on Boobquake, go to Blag Hag.]

The whole business started as a result of Iran’s acting Friday prayer leader, Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi, stating the following:

“Many women who do not dress modestly … lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes.”

Technically, it’s really men being lured into adultery by hot women that supposedly increases earthquake activity, so if you like to show ‘em off and seduce married men, go for it today. When I was in college I had several affairs with married men and I’m not aware of any earthquakes occurring in my college town, so Sedighi is flat out wrong. However, in 1981 at the beginning of one affair there were two earthquakes: Dawu (China – a 6.8) and Irian Jaya (Indonesia, 6.8). In 1982 when I was actively involved with two married men there was a magnitude 6.0 earthquake in North Yeman. According to Wikipedia, “It was the first instrumentally recorded earthquake in the Dhamar region.[2] As many as 2,800 people were killed and 1,500 injured.” Wow, in 1983 at the end of my most intense affair there were three earthquakes: Borah Peak (Idaho, 6.9), Coalinga (California, 6.5), and Kopaonik (Serbia, 5.3).

My infidelity reached across the U. S. and across the globe! I am woman! I have boobs! I am powerful!

So, ladies, bare your breasts and dress otherwise immodestly today, lure a married man into your trap, and let’s start some tremors. I want to see some high scale Richter action by midnight tonight. I’m not wearing any underwear and I’m going to walk around the apartment naked. Let the fun begin! Remember that according to throwbacks like Sedighi, married men are not responsible for their own behavior. It’s those loose whores showing off their ankles and long sexy necks that lure those poor dudes into cheating on their long-suffering wives.

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Another Podcast Up And Ready!

Posted by unspeakableaxe on Saturday Nov 21, 2009 Under Blogs, Bondage, Domination, Podcasts, axe

A conversation with my friend Troy Orleans about dating, doing dishes, the secret to getting her interested, play parties and a whole lot more.

Plus I take the begging for donations to a whole new level.

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Orgasm on Command… NOT

Posted by selkie on Thursday Oct 29, 2009 Under Arousal, BDSM, Blogs, Discussion, Orgasm Control, selkie

I’m always fascinated by the intricacies of people’s lives and the motivations, checks and balances that individuals use to make sense of their existence. One of the things I work actively at is to suspend critical thinking and try to understand and internalize everyone’s right to live their lives as they see fit, to accept with equanimity practices I might find curious, perplexing, even, in my personal view, pointless!

 The critical, pragmatic selkie however, DOES find it difficult – almost impossible – to suspend belief in certain instances or with respect to certain claims I just cannot find credible or actions for which I simply don’t see a point … other than to say “I made her do it”.

 One of the sticking points for me centers on the many discussion I see (usually in a D/s or M/s context) about ‘coming on command’.

 Bottom line, I CANNOT, no matter how open-minded I try to be, no matter how credulous I try to pretend to believe that ‘coming on command’ is possible.

 There, I’m not going to wrap it up in placatory language or obfuscate it with adjectives.

 I do NOT believe that ‘coming on command’ is possible – I just don’t.

  This seems such a popular subject out here on the net. I think it gives the illusion of such total control and dominance that the concept is in itself deliciously irresistible to both dominants and submissives alike. I believe implicitly that many feel it provides the ultimate proof of dominance and even for the submissive, inexorably underlines the extent of her submissiveness (i.e. her mind is so much HIS – because I’ve YET to hear about a female dominant MAKING a male submissive “come on command” – without any kind of physical stimulation!).

 Bottom line? I think its bullshit. I do NOT believe it can be done.

 I’m a bit of a reader and have read voraciously on many subjects, human sexuality included. The science of sexuality is a multi-billion dollar business – sex sells. Science continues to search (so far with only limited success) for answers to the capriciousness of female sexuality. I do NOT think for one second that IF ‘coming on command’ could be empirically proven that the scientific community would not have JUMPED on this and done copious studies and have streams of evidence proving the veracity of this ability.

 Further, I would conjecture that a form of psychological manipulation is implicit in the practice; and as very few dominants out there have pursued degrees in psychiatry or psychology, I hardly believe that most have the necessary tools to create what is in essence, an incredibly difficult manipulation of the human mind.

 Reconditioning is an incredibly difficult thing to accomplish. The human psyche is complicated and tenacious and if it were simplistic to change bodily and mental functions then none of us would have any bad habits – which simply is not true.

 D. engaged in an interesting discussion on Fet (if anyone wants the link, let me know)- where basically he made what I consider some extremely salient points. At one point, he addresses one dominant’s assertion that it can be done through behavioural conditioning:

 I understand your pavlovian argument, of behavioral shaping for the desired response, but i see it as infinitely difficult, because of all of the variables,( social, emotional and physical,) to achieve, it may be possible. if it was simple and easy i would think that the information would be made readily available for a price. someone would have written a book and made an instructional video.

 it is difficult enough to train and help someone to alter their cognitive behaviours, ie. treating those who smoke, over eat, suffer from anxiety, fears, compulsions, phobias, and anger management problems etc.. it takes hours and hour of therapy, years of work and in a lot of cases, medication, before the desire behavior is firmly imprinted, and a lot of times the therapy is never completely successful.

  Further on, he brings out one of my most compelling points, which is:

 In the light of absolutely no empirical evidence. with the fact that there is not one of the foremost institutes that study human sexuality, that has done, or even given the topic of orgasm on command without any prior physical stimulation, any credence, let alone seriously looked at the phenomenon, that a search for any article in the scientific community has come up short. i have been unable to find even any reputable BDSM authors that have dealt with the subject. (my emphasis)

I’ve had this argument before, of course. On my very brief sojourn on Fetlife I remember getting into an argument there and still giggle at the dominant who claims to make his submissive orgasm by pulling her finger LOL… because the IMMATURE selkie can only laugh and think of what “pulling the finger” meant when I was a kid – and it wasn’t an orgasm!

 Again, almost exclusively, the whole subject of “coming on command’ seems to me to be one of those internet myths, which is remarkably handy in view of the fact that empirical evidence is never actually provided.

 I even concede that certain individuals may have convinced themselves either that they can order and make their submissive or slave come or conversely, that a submissive or slave is so eager to please that she thinks or gives the impression that she can accede. I think it naive if one thinks that not a possibility! It is the nature of submissives and slaves to please, to want to make their dominant proud.

 The bottom line is that ancedotal exmaples simply don’t and won’t convince me.  I hold firm to my belief that until emperical evidence is proferred, it is a fun fantasy and nothing more.

Further, the BAD selkie can’t help thinking that it sure lets the dominant out of ensuring sexual pleasure is experienced by the submissive … no work involved in saying a few words. In that sense, this touches on another belief of mine – which is people generally tend to exaggerate the amount –and quality –of sexual interplay in which they indulge. But that is a rant for another blog…

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Taken

Posted by selkie on Thursday Sep 3, 2009 Under Anal Sex, BDSM, Blogs, Blood Play, D/s, Sadomasochism, selkie

Your fingers dance across my skin, trailing want like burns along the pale expanse of need and creating in my mind a conflagration of possibilities that make my eyes gleam feral in the dusk of the room. I feel you hot and hard against the back of my thighs, the damp warmth of your demand trailing stickily along the sweep of pale flesh pressed against the length of your body.

 I feel your teeth sink into where my shoulder sweeps into neck, pressing with the promise of sharp, hot need and I arch into your want with a hitch of breath that leaves me panting. 

 My hair tumbles over my face as you tighten your mouth and force me down and beneath the muted ruby of its curls, I feel cocooned and caught, enmeshed in the trembling panting of your breath.

I move restlessly, flanks twitching like a restive mare. You tighten your hands around my wrists stretched high about my head, shoulders straining and I feel your hand between my thighs, clever fingers burrowing and finding the hidden tightness of my need.

 I buck and your body tightens around me and I feel the stiff hot demand of you slip between the slickness of my want and I growl. You jerk my arms tight and I involuntarily groan, caught between the promise of pain and fierceness of my rutting need, wanting both pain and pleasure with a craving that threatens to overwhelm me.

 Your body presses my flesh into the tumbled sheets and I feel your teeth tighten on that sweet, meaty part of my shoulder that you love so much and in my mind, I imagine the hot copper taste of my blood trickling into your mouth as you break the skin. The pain is sharp and immediate and makes things tighten deep inside and I feel the throbbing slick release between my legs drench the material below me in sympathy with the warm trickle down my neck. Your body demands acquiescence and the subjection of self but the fierce, wild spirit in me fights your mastery and I struggle beneath you. Our breathing is ragged and harsh in the hushed twilight room as we struggle, a two-backed beast of slick flesh and dampness, of hot hard need and swollen promise.

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Dreams

Posted by selkie on Tuesday Aug 25, 2009 Under Arousal, Blogs, Body Worship, D/s, Relationships, Rituals, selkie

My hair spills down my back, damp tendrils of curl wildly dancing around my face as humid night slides across my flushed skin and the warm breath of summer breathes hot along the dark road which stretches ahead of the gambolling dogs. I walk the night and gaze up at the sliver of moon which hangs low on the horizon, golden light glowing in the glimpse into the world beyond.

My body feels swollen and fecund, breasts loose under the thin material of my summer dress, engorged, nipples distended and clearly delineated. Skin bared by the skimpy dress stings slightly in the slight breeze which ruffles a slight relief across my moist skin, and I smile as I recall past pleasure. I look about but the night is mine and the shrouded misty street is empty. I reach into the bodice and cup the warm, plump flesh then sighing, release first one, then the other breast to jounce slightly, their slight weight freed from the meagre constraint of cotton, the soft flesh bared to the gloaming night.

I look down and see the pale flesh glow in the refracted light of streetlamps, the nipples dark and swollen. A bruise blooms on the inner curve of my left breast and when I run my fingers gently over the darkened flesh, a slight ache brings a twinge between my thighs.

Slipping into the house a little later, my flesh contracts, the tiny hairs on my arm stiffening as the air conditioning blows cool against my humid flesh. I slip into the dark room, the hiss of the air conditioner breathing in the background as I kneel on the bed, sheets cool beneath my knees.

Barely touching, I pull the sheet down his body and shiver as his unique scent drifts through the cool of the room, an atavistic response to a scent as familiar to me as my own. I lean, breasts hanging, falling from my rib cage, nipples yearning toward the warm, sleeping flesh. I breathe along the length of his body until I reach the sweet juncture of his groin where his length lies quiescent along one strong thigh.

Opening my lips I exhale along the tender, soft flesh, tongue trailing, barely touching its salty tip. I nestle my mouth into the juncture of thighs and tightening my lips push against his loose scrotum, then lick strongly along the perineum. In the light which drifts from the hallway, my eyes gleam in the dusk of the room and watch as he stirs and smile as the soft flesh jerks and shivers.

My fingers dance between his thighs and I hear him sigh and breasts trembling, I follow my eyes to his humid cock and envelop his length in my warm mouth, lips sealing. I feel his flesh jerking and lengthening, hardening as my tongue probes and licks and my mouth suckles at his root, pulling it up and out from the tender, delicate flesh of his scrotum.

His breath catches in the quiet of the room and then quickens as my mouth works rhythmically, my tongue dancing lightning quick around the pulsing length, dipping and rimming the sweet hooded tip, lapping, cheeks hollowing as I pull him deep into my throat. My other hand captures my breast which jounces as my head bobs and I squeeze it reflexively, my fingers indenting its smooth freckled flesh.

Not yet ritual yet comfort and a sweet sensuous moment in a chaotic life of demand and need and reluctant, sighing, my lips loosen and I slowly release his throbbing length to lie solid against his belly and gently, delicately, drop butterfly kisses along its length and up the warm torso and nestle into the crook of his neck and pull his scent deep.

Sighing, I rise and crawl off the bed to face my day, leaving him slumbering and dreaming dulcet dreams of creamy thighs and warm mouths.

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Posted by selkie on Thursday Jul 30, 2009 Under Blogs, Discussion, Relationships, Transgender, selkie

[DISCLAIMER: Both Pygar and Lilly are wonderful people and I don’t in any way intend to impugn or criticize their opinions. I think they are as entitled to their viewpoints as I am to mine and enjoy the dialogue that is subsequently created when we disagree! they both ROCK.

2. No animals were hurt in the making of this rant.

In a recent blog (see here), Pygar related an experience with a post-op transsexual woman, about whom only in hindsight did he realize she was once, physiologically, male. His question was, should she have informed him of her status beforehand? The discussion centres primarily on whether or not a post-op transsexual has a moral imperative to inform potential partners of their sex change?

It has engendered an interesting and lively discussion. Lilly’s “rant-on” (see here) reflects her strong belief that not telling is, in her view, a form of deceit.

As my own opinion is unequivocally that the lady had NO imperative – moral or otherwise – to reveal what is in fact her private and personal business and is ultimately irrelevant to who she is, I thought I would outline my arguments.

First, from a biological perspective, there is ample and irrefutable evidence that gender is not based on physiological sexual characteristics. How we present physically is not always commensurate with the thought process, emotional needs and gender-choice that an individual internalizes as real to them. Studies have revealed, again and again, that nature is fluid when it comes to sexual orientation. From observations of homosexuality among numerous species (not just homo sapiens) to case studies of people – and animals – who despite having the sexual characteristics of one gender, live and present as the other sex are there for the asking.

In short, nature screws up – quite often.

A case in point would be the sad history of hermaphrodites in our society. From freaks displayed in circuses, an almost equally repugnant trend began in more “enlightened” times when babies carrying both sets of sexual organs were almost inevitably “turned into” females. Arguments were specious, fulsome and full of scientific jargon as to the necessity and reason for choosing the female sex when both gender sexual organs were present. The reality was simply it is easier to create a vagina than a penis. This caused a great deal of distress and emotional pain to individuals who would have identified as male (not to talk about those content to carry BOTH – as they were born).

The reality is that many of the characteristics we identify with gender are actually artificially imposed dictates of largely paternalistic and misogynist religious dogma. Like many of the prejudices we internalize as fact, the reality is that most of our biases arise as a result of societal imperatives and dictates – NOT because the issues are inherently ‘wrong’ or “unnatural”.

Second, identifying females as female BECAUSE of owing a vagina and breasts and males as being MALE because they have penis and testicles, then we are certainly narrowing down the realities to an unacceptable level. So if a woman has a double mastectomy- does that make her “less female”? If a man is for whatever reason, emasculated by having penis and/or testicles removed – is he “less male”. What about individuals who experience some form of trauma to their sexual organs (i.e. are not born that way) through disease, accident or malicious intent? Are they somehow then NOT the sex they presented as originally?

Third, undertaking an operation that will permanently change your sexual characteristics is fraught with anxiety, emotional trauma and is the result (I would think in pretty well every case) of a lifetime of confusion, distress and insight. Nor is the medical profession quick to perform such a task. Candidates must go through a rigorous and drawn-out period of emotional, psychological and physical testing to qualify. It is, when is said and done, intensely and powerfully, personal.

On the religious front argument, if you believe in god- how can you then turn around say “he” made a “mistake”?? i.e. these individuals feel to the core of who they are that they trapped in a body which outwardly does not reflect who they are. They were (if that is your belief) “MADE” that way by god – so HOW can it be wrong to correct that?

Fourth, from any perspective, I fail to see why someone is required to reveal their previous gender to a casual sexual partner. If indeed, a relationship formed and it looked as if what began as casual was turning serious for both, I think it probably a good idea to discuss when a rapport, mutual trust and mutual commitment is starting to form. Any relationship must have at its core, honesty and a sense of trust. By the same token, I think it honourable when entering into what looks to be a long-term commitment to be honest about a lot of other things too.

I equate discussing your previous gender on the same lines as sharing information about your upbringing, family issues and/or past emotional trauma – only to be shared with someone with whom you feel a committed, caring and mutually trusting relationship is being formed.

Fifth, CHOICE: Although I see Lilly’s point about “choice”, I don’t necessarily agree. One is entitled on a moral –hell, a LEGAL perspective to offer full disclosure when it comes to certain things. Like if you have HIV. Or herpes. Or some other sexually transmitted or other form of transmittal disease (i.e. Hep C is transmittable through body fluids and mucus membranes but not necessarily sexually-related).

But I feel strongly I am NOT compelled on any level to offer full disclosure about certain parts of my life that I consider irrelevant except to someone with whom I am planning to form a committed and long-term relationship. I do not believe even in a committed relationship that an individual has to vomit out every single emotional trauma, moral dilemma, past relationship or experience that has ever taken place in their lives. I truly, honestly and sincerely feel that each of us is entitled to some privacy of thought and emotion, no matter how close you are.

Because transgender issues are so fraught with controversy, I DO believe it would be wise to share this with a potential life partner or one runs the risk of your potential partner feeling betrayed down the road when it comes out (and secrets ALWAYS come out). In that sense, yes, that is where the element of choice comes in.

Like any bred in the bone prejudice – some form of which we ALL exhibit – I think one of the most persistent and prevalent viewpoints regarding transgender individuals is a stubborn insistence on seeing them as ultimately REALLY “male” or REALLY “female”, despite the reality that from almost their earliest memories they truly, sincerely, completely and utterly felt themselves trapped in a body which did not reflect their internal vision of self. And when they then successfully take their physical body and create a shell which then reflects their inner conviction, there is a vast majority of the population which continues to tell them they are “wrong” – that they are in fact the sex they were born.

The bottom line is that it is NOT my place to tell someone who they should live their lives – nor in what form – that is an intensely personal choice and one which I respect.

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KSL on Extreme Restraints

Posted by Mystress Lady Evyl on Tuesday Jul 28, 2009 Under Blogs, Kinky Sex Link

We got a nice little mention on Safe Words, Extreme Restraints very own blog.

Check it out

How cool!

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A New Kinky Little Experiment I Started: BDSMBloggers Twibe

Posted by Angel on Thursday Jun 25, 2009 Under Angel, BDSM, Blogs

cross-posted from The Enigmatic Angel

I came across this fascinating new concept on Twitter the other day.

The Twibes phenomenon.

So what´s a twibe?

It´s a collective of people from Twitter who gather ´round to tweet together.

I thought this Twibes idea was worth exploring and when I looked around, I didn´t see a Twibe for BDSM Bloggers….so I started one:

http://www.twibes.com/group/BDSMBloggers

I liked the thought of BDSM Bloggers all gathering ´round a virtual fire sharing their kinky stories…
and heeding the call & pull of kinky jungle drums.

There is so much potential there for different dimensions of activity and
collaboration.
Who knows where this may lead?

It´s also great to see a list of BDSM Bloggers….
of BDSM Bloggers who use Twitter.

Check out our new kinky new twibe and join us for a yarn or two around
the kinky fires.

Kinky kisses,
Angel :)

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Choices … in the end it is ALL about choices, but choices predicated on certain immutable precepts. With full awareness of the consequences of each path stretched before one – and needing, indeed, REQUIRING some insight and inner knowledge about the individual who is the other part of the desired dynamic.

For choosing to submit, be it as a slave or a submissive must, in the end, be an internally driven decision. A decision based on information only the individual can decide is crucial to taking the step.

The bottom line is that none of us can predict the outcome of the choices we make– all we have is the knowledge that there WILL be a consequence to that choice. One we may think a solid probability, one that based on logic should occur but in the end, it is ALL a gamble, a roll of the dice. For every action there is a reaction … for every choice there is a consequence. That is the reality.

Labelling oneself “slave” or “submissive” is, when all is said and done, a pointless exercise. The reality is that no one individual will have the same vision of that label. For in the end, labels are useful only in the sense that they give a grounding to those outside the dynamic. Within the dynamic, only the individuals involved have a full understanding of what the label encompasses – and then only after open and honest communication and sharing of that concept. (Gillette gives a truly insightful discussion about how communication can be misinterpreted and have different meanings here)

And because NO dynamic is immutable nor static, every relationship is an evolving, constantly shifting work in progress. Thus, even within the magic circle, the nuance and impact of words will themselves change and shift.

But another paradigm which has been postulated by PK is equally crucial and to my mind perhaps marks the biggest differentiation between the fantastic and reality – and that is RESPONSIBILITY.

I think PK’s erudite (grins) grasp of the subject says it best - It’s not that living with someone and choosing a M/s dynamic is wrong as long as both parties know what is what. It’s that it is (for me anyway) the absolutely fucking WRONG choice to choose that when it is not a choice, but rather an ABDICATION of my own personal responsibilities and power.

And that, dear friends, is one of the places I see the demarcation between reality and fantasy. Because while the concept of abdicating all decision-making can have a delicious and compelling pull to it, the reality is that it would be almost impossible to live a life wherein one would have the inclination, time and degree of effort required to make the fantasy work every moment of every day.

I also personally view it as the ultimate ‘cop-out’ to seek someone who will live your life vicariously and make all decisions for you because you refuse to find the strength of character and discipline to take the responsibility yourself. I would also question the stability of such a relationship –as I believe it inevitable that ennui and burn-out will occur in the Master and on the submissive’s part, believe it is a foregone conclusion that constantly having to seek advice and guidance on even the most mundane matters will quickly pall.

I would also, at this point, emphasize again that submission is not for the weak of heart. Putting your mind, body and spirit into the often untested safekeeping of another`s hands is at best, a leap of faith, at worst, a sometimes overwhelming and often frightening proposition; a step which takes great strength of mind, a willingness to trust and in the end, a certain fatalistic acceptance and willingness to experience possibly negative consequences.

That takes strength, and I believe that part of a submissive’s attraction to the right person is the strength required to submit; D. often said that there was no victory in mastering someone easily mastered by anyone – that the true satisfaction lay in having a strong, independent, capable individual kneel through choice.

And as I truly believe an ongoing M/s or D/s relationship is simply a variation on ANY type of relationship, it also requires ongoing and committed dialogue, a willingness of both parties to open up insecurities and concerns, and finally – and Swan says it best – ultimately an understanding of the parameters of the dynamic – thus the choice of both to live inside of that apparent inequity.

Crap days happen. Real life intrudes. Work, family issues, health concerns are all inevitable parts of each of our lives. And while as M:e says We strive for the perfection of it…whilst recognising it will always be imperfect, because relationships contain human being and humans are imperfect. So yes, maybe a mix of fantasy AND reality….for many of us heavily weighted towards the latter though …. there is an understanding there that as in ANY relationship, the ebb and flow will fluctuate, the intensity increase or decrease, that as in any of our lives, the incandescent moments that many of us have experienced at those seconds of complete understanding cannot (and probably should not) be there at every interaction.

There are real people involved. There are real, ongoing issues that affect the individuals entwined in the dynamic. As every parent I have ever noted has said at some point why don’t they come with instructions …. that comment about children can be equally apropos when referring to either the dominant or submissive element of the equation.

The complexity of the human mind, the sensitivity and quirkiness of the human spirit should never be underestimated. There is a reason that the submissive and dominant are attracted to each other. It is not a universal truth that every dominant is equally attracted to every submissive nor that every submissive is automatically compelled to serve and bow to every dominant – that’s the fantasy thing again.

While there are certain intrinsic traits that are perhaps comparable among individuals (without question, service for the submissive, control for the Master), it is the personality of the individual that triggers the initial attraction. Which brings me to my earlier querying of the reality of training and conditioning. I believe, that ultimately, a good dominant enhances and embraces ALL the qualities of a submissive as the submissive does the intricacies and idiosyncrasies of the Master’s personality. Otherwise, it would just not make sense to create a personal dynamic in the first place; i.e. any port in a storm (or any submissive when in the mood). But if that were the case then we’re not talking about a Master/slave or Master/submissive dynamic – we’re talking about “tops” and “bottoms” – an equally valid but very different kettle of fish.

Sir J I think has an excellent grasp of it when he talks about his initial contract with his h – -h has the right to expect her Master to both know her, who she is and has always been, and to respect these facets of her personality and not to require her to do or become anything which would make her uncomfortable or in any way interfere with those facets of her personality.

And Vesta, when she says two people like each other fundamentally as they are.

Every single one of us has individual character traits which to a greater or lesser degree define who we are – traits whose complexity and nuance create the uniqueness of one person. Some can (and in many ways should perhaps) be altered to some degree; we all carry baggage, baggage from life’s many buffetings and experiences, baggage that is not always healthy nor desired. In that sense, a good guiding hand can help us get rid of unwelcome baggage. However, there are other personality traits that to some may look like baggage but are in fact, an important part of our perception of self. Innate personality quirks that define the essence of what we are. I strongly believe that to fully integrate acceptance of self, then those that profess to care about us, must accept those parts of us that may not always make the person comfortable but are understood to be part and parcel of the whole package.

This includes understanding motivations and triggers for a submissive or slave. Vesta, for instance, brings up another valid point about training which touches on a personal hate of my own – the useless imposition of pointless exercises on the submissive. I just don’t understand what demanding pointless exercises simply for the sake of ensuring the submissive completes them does and to me, again smacks of the online fantasy thing rather than reality. She says:

The things I am asked to do need to be meaningful or else I am going to struggle
to consistently do them. Unless the submissive (or slave, or whatever) feels
that there is a purpose for the change, then I don’t see how she can maintain
her desire to make the changes simply because another person desires her to do
so.  


The reality is that there IS no Manor in the country where naive submissives can be sent for training. Many of the “rituals” one reads about are in fact variations on practices derived from the Leather community; certainly many of the rules and regulations originated there. And there is nothing wrong with that – in fact I find generally speaking the Leather community’s open and honest appraisals are refreshingly free from pretence or fabrication.

When all is said done, an M/s or D/s relationship is a relationship with all the nuance, variations and distinctions of any other relationship. The dynamic that works provides a rich, fertile and luxuriant tapestry of pleasure and a deep soul-satisfying background to living that is compelling and ultimately intensely rewarding to all parties.

But it is premised, based on and intrinsic to personal choice. Choice, which when given, ALWAYS has the possibility in our society of being revoked. Slavery in a free society is only possible if the individual chooses it – in a sense, an oxymoron yet intrinsically valid as a lifestyle choice if you are so inclined.

As Gillette puts it, succinctly, humorously yet effectively …Muahahahahaha…she takes herself wherever she goes… the individual is ultimately in control of her destiny even to the extent of putting that destiny in the hands of another.

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I lust (after more than leather)

Posted by selkie on Saturday May 2, 2009 Under Arousal, Blogs, Body Worship, Oral sex

Lust …. yes, I lust after the feel of leather against soft skin, kid-soft leather, supple and cool until your skin warms it and the slight stiffness of it heats and moulds to your body. But truth be told lately I’ve been lusting after far more than leather.

Watching a silly movie the other day (Watchmen) I found myself lusting after the ethereal Dr. Manhattan’s computer-animated body, specifically his delicious sex which in a refreshingly shocking reversal of movie etiquette was actually visible off and on during the course of the film. There are always plenty of flashes of women – their breasts, their asses, sexes … panoramic views of long legs and svelte backs but other than the occasionally tease (can you say Hugh Jackman pouring the water over himself in Australia) there are damn few shots of penises.

I know I am not the only woman out there that appreciates and delights in seeing a man’s sex. Granted, I know D. says I am sometimes almost masculine in my lusty appreciation of sex, my letch for good pornographic novels and my occasional delight in pornographic films (but only if the poor wee girls don’t look like drug-addicted messes). And I am also well aware that the plethora of skin magazines for men pander to their more visually-inclined delight while the lone female-oriented magazine of which I am aware (but frankly, found yawningly boring the last time I looked at it, which was easily 30 years ago!) Playgirl, is a vivid example of WHY magazines displaying naked men just don’t generate the same appeal.

This is also why I think MOST women find it FAR from appealing when like little boys, men send (usually unbidden) the gratutitous “erect penis’ shot.

And I’ve thought on it and concluded that the static penis just doesn’t appeal.

Like predators, we females like our penises to have some flesh and blood reality, some movement and possibility to excite the animal in us and arouse those twinges, the ones that you feel deep inside your belly, the twist and pull of which moistens things and makes your eyes narrow and your voice go husky and makes you want to stalk and tease and present those female parts of you….

Because when all is said and done, there is something so wonderfully erotic about a penis. Even soft, the way it hangs from a man’s groin, framed by strong thighs, nestled in among testicles loose and relaxed, it has a delicious, mouth-watering appeal, a vulnerable yet enticing appeal that coaxes one, that makes me yearn to touch.

A man’s penis, even when not throbbing and hard, just looks so delightful to play with. The skin is so incredibly soft that it makes my mouth go slack with want, a visceral, shivering delight to run fingers along that soft, firm flesh with its spongy texture which cries out to be caressed and gently squeezed. To cup him in my hands and put my face near and close my eyes and breathe in that tart, starchy smell makes me go weak with desire.

Once upon a time, not a day went by, every morning and every night that I wasn’t rewarded with the feel of him in my mouth.

It is in fact my preference to first take a man in my mouth when he is soft, when my warmth can envelop him in moist sensation. When eyes closed, hair spilling over his groin, I can gently suckle the entire length, roll my tongue around the unique, firm yet pliable flesh, run my tongue along the velvet, shivering skin and narrow the tip to lap and probe gently at the tip, run the softness under the foreskin and taste the delicious unique tang of him.

And then, to feel him hardening, the jerking, almost imperceptible firming and swelling, the pheromones twirling and eddying in the close air, my nostrils filled with the scent of his want as it mingles and mixes with the hot moistness of my own need and the throbbing, pulsing feel of him in my mouth.

I adore and find it incredibly arousing to suckle and sweep my tongue around the increasing length but most of all to lap at the now purplish tip and pull back, eyes open, to watch the clear, viscous droplets of his want swell from the tiny, winking hole and then slowly ooze out over the glistening surface of his prepuce.

I like to roll the taste around my tongue, savour the consistency, tease out each nuance and hint of flavour then dip down and greedily taste again.

I love to sink down on the now throbbing muscle, feel it tickle me at the back of my throat, fill my mouth with its now pulsating want, push deep inside until I feel my eyes tear and my throat close and still feel him pushing back and down until the breath whistles from my nose and I swallow convulsively to stop from gagging and his fingers now entangled in the thrashing silk of my hair and his groin banging up against my working mouth and the hot, aching pain as he pulls my hair and my tongue works against him, a sinuous snake thrashing around and up and down the throbbing shaft …

Damn.

Yeah, “static” penises just don’t do it for most of us….

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