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x-posted from Lady Evyl

Two weeks ago today I was at my host’s house in Raleigh North Carolina. I had been invited by Melequus to her home and city and local dungeon for a cell popping workshop. It was quite an honor and a pleasure to be there. Honestly so much happened in my 4 days there I am not sure where to start, what to talk about or in which order. So bare with me in this blog…just go with the flow!

Melequus lives in Cary county in a very cute and quaint country house with lots of land and a stable for 2 horses and is rented out! I had my own lovely room on the 2nd flour with a balcony. I am a city gal so for me this was completely different and I was gaga over the horse. This is horse country! Horses everywhere. In Quebec farm lands have mostly cows. Friday was leisurely and we drove around a bit in the town of Chapel Hill which is super cute actually. Its got a big university so it had lots of hip coffee shops and bars and all.

Danger was in the air though as soon as I arrived in NC…the coming snow and how everyone was freaking out about it…to the extent that both parties I was due to attend were possibly to be canceled. I am from Canada so even if the population there is very unaccustomed to snow I had a huge problem  sympathizing. The governor actually declared it a State of Emergency!!!!! I think I saw finally at most 3-4 inches accumulated. That is a flurry for me. But when in Rome….I did my best to smile and go with the flow.

But in the end nothing got canceled. Friday night a party was thrown in my honor at a Femdom dungeon called FAD…although the party was not a Femdom party as usual, just rented for me that night. An online friend, Nev, living in NC organized it for me and it was so wonderful to meet her in real life. During evening I also met rich. Mel had matched us up months ago on Fetlife in hopes that she would secure me an interesting sub to play with while there. rich and I had on/off communication and there was good potential. I did play with him that night and it was a very pleasant scene. he is not very experienced but seemed eager in his ignorance of what he liked or did not. Although he said CBT was something he enjoyed and I love CBT! he got quite a beating in the end, I got quite an interested crowd watching and fun was had by all.After our session he offered himself at my disposition 24hrs a day till my departure and also offered to drive us all to La Fortress the next day, the dungeon where I was to give my Cell Popping workshop. A sweet offer I gladly accepted since by now the snow was falling, La Fortress is normally a good 1hours drive and he claimed experience in bad driving weather conditions.

Saturday rich picked us up at 2 pm and we got there shortly before 4pm…the time I was due to start. I also never saw so many cars in ditches along the highway. Had it been nice it would have been a record attendance with 80 people signed up. But since it was the end of the world about 20 showed up…which is more then the normal monthly workshop. We even started an hour late as guest on their way called to say they were in a ditch but asked if we would wait lol. For the evening portion of the party about 35 people were present in total and as it was decided the day about 20 slept over as to not have to drive on the snow covered roads.  So it turned into a really fun slumber party and they had prepared eggs, bacon, biscuits and coffee in the morning.

La Fortress is awesome. Its an entire dungeon house in a country setting. The kitchen and living room are common grounds to socialize without play. The basement is a huge dungeon with about 10 stations. There is also a big medical room on the first floor and another play room and an attic. The workshop went really well and the demo was awesome too with my ’stunt-bottom’ being none other then Nefarious, Mr SouthEast Leatherfest 2009. I got lots of great feedback and 2 sessions in the evening involved Cell Popping. it was an honor to see people wanting to incorporate it into their play.

A bit later I did my 1st of 2 scenes that night with rich…a bondage scene with a bit of CBT, spanking, flogging and a wonderful mindfuck opportunity. We later had a 2nd scene too and I was just pleased by how well we played together and I just loved the submissive energy he was feeding me. The second scene involved him being tied to a padded ladder. At the end he came off the ladder shaking like a leaf. he said he could not remember the last time he had felt such an adrenaline rush. he may be new but has pain slut potential. I also incorporated a cell popping into our session. I wanted him to remember me for a while so I marked him with my initials on his hip. But this time we definitely had started to really feel a mutual connection. it was really nice having someone there with me, genuinely serving me, rather then a sub making an effort to please the visiting Mistress.

I asked rich to spend Sunday with me to give a bit of a break to my host who was by my side for 3 days now. he then took me on a drive through the country and the capital, Raleigh. I also asked to see the ghetto area as we just don’t have such ‘defined’ spots so much in Canada. Sure we have neighborhoods that tend to attract a larger number of particular ethnics but its not the same. Here its still has that old South flavor to it. It was not so bad and we did come across a spiffed up old police  car with a young dude in it. I got a pic and the driver saw me he was laughing and smiling. probably thought I liked his car when I was actually taking a ‘ghetto car’ pic.

After we went back to his place so he could shower before dinner. I picked his clothes, inspected the marks after 3 play sessions (lovely!) with Me and he showed me his gun collection as pr my request! GUNS…omg! Again, Canada is not a gun country. Sure people have them but you are not allowed to carry one on your person while walking down the street (legally). And honestly the majority do not own them. I have never been around guns. So I had to take a pic of  me with some of his guns.

We went out for dinner to a more traditional NC food place. I ordered a local wine and had chicken and dumplings (yummy). he ordered side dishes for me to try: pulled pork appetizer (excellent), creamy grits (not bad with the cheese), collard greens (meh, was OK) and corn bread (yummy) with Pot Liquor (gross). What is Pot Liquor you ask? It’s the liquid that is left behind after boiling vegetable greens and meat. rich told me as a kid this stuff was usually thrown out in the woods behind their house and no one would EVER consider ordering it, he found it funny to see that on the menu.

Sunday was a precious day spent in great company. It really made the trip. A note one play and the scene there. Fetish is non existent there…its just BDSM and they take it safely and seriously…they play a hell of a lot harder too in public. I am talk real sadism and blood play and all but completely done in a safe way. Honestly I liked it better then the current Montreal scene which is going towards fashionable fetish parties and pure BDSM night are getting more and more scarce. I hope to take what I learned on this level in NC and do my best to help Montreal find a more solid BDSM root again.

This last picture below I just received today from NC….it’s some of the last snow still found in Cary county from the ’storm’ when I was there. Too funny!

cross-posted from The Enigmatic Angel

Lady Gaga – Bad Romance

It was an odd thing the way this just struck me.

Anyone who knows me, knows I dislike following the mainstream.
My taste is the alternative layer of the alternative layer, multiplied.

But a sound and a vision slipped through and snuck in.
I was fascinated and drawn in, almost against my will.
It was like witnessing and being in a car crash at the same time.
And still wanting more.

Two words, simply put: Lady Gaga.

I love her videos, her creative vision, her ridiculously catchy, contagious and absurd beats and lyrics.

She’s crazy. She’s weird. She’s fascinating.
The fetish gear and fetishes. The dark & kinky story lines of her music videos.

Just look at her face. Odd features. Plain if you wash away all the dramatic make-up.
But an interesting canvas.

Is she a she/he? Transgendered? A woman? Who knows.

And this Lady business.

It begs the question: Is she really into BDSM, what with the honorific title and all?

Or is she just a shrewd marketer who knew how to create her vision, make it appeal to the masses, with flirting with the deeper end?

Just for fun, I searched on Fetlife to see what fetishes and kink can be found related to her, because surely amongst the kinksters and BDSMers there are the ones who worship at the Haus of Gaga.

Yes kinky folks she is on FetlIfe!! She’s here.
That’s if she turned back the clock (all of 18 years old) and moved to Rio.

Oh and other fun gagalicious-related FetLife stuff:

One Fetlife Group:
OMFG… I just fucked Lady Gaga: A survivor’s support group..

Two gagalicious fetishes:

Here is something I never do.
I am posting a video with this, just because.
The video is simply gagalicious and must be.

Kinky kisses,
Angel

Another episode of the Masocast is up, this time with my friend Mistress Yin.

We talk about her early experiences with kink, how she incorporates ritual in her life, how she found rules for her dominance and more!

Yin is one of the first people I thouht of interviewing when I first thought of starting a podcast. Listening to this episode I’m sure you’ll understand why.

Subscribe here:

Or listen directly on the Masocast website.

Confession time – I have flat feet. My doctor prescribed arch supports to do the job my feet won’t do. So, I am now a sucker for a good foot massage. I have a Hitachi Magic Wand that does wonders for my poor feet. I also love using massage oil on my feet, and having my husband give them a good, hard rub.

Some people are so enamored of feet that they have developed a foot fetish. I’ve read foot fetish fiction, and it’s a bit over the top for my taste, but I liked it. Grown men licking, sucking, and kissing a nubile young woman’s toes strangely turned me on. My husband has sucked on my toes, and that reduces me to giggles.

Lots of people have a thing for feet. I’ve read about men who couldn’t keep their foot fetishes to themselves. A New York man was indicted for “grabbing the shoes of several female subway riders in Manhattan and Queens, then kissing and licking their feet.” The man, who was twenty-three years old, grabbed the ankles of more than seventy women.

That’s just plain sick.

Now, if you want to give in to your own foot fetish, you’ll have to give a great foot massage. Wash the feet first. Use a quality massage oil, like Kama Sutra’s Healing Blend, which is one of my personal favorites. Press your fingers into the arch, ball, and heel in circular motions. Rub between the toes, and pull on each toe to stretch it out. Rub your thumbs in a downward motion on the top of the feet. Repeat in any combination. Once the massage is finished, put cotton socks on the feet.

Related to foot fetishes are shoe fetishes. People with severe foot fetishes would love weird shoes. Foot binding was popular in Japan many decades ago. The idea was that the small foot – called a “lotus” – was very sexy in women. So what if obtaining the lotus meant that her feet were permanently deformed and that she couldn’t walk? The foot fetish is what mattered. Those lotus feet were deemed very sexy.

I’ve seen some Japanese shoes that were so high that the wearer walked on the tips of her toes. Some Japanese platform shoes could be close to a foot high. There is something sexy and perverse about a shoe that looks excruciatingly painful to wear. If you want to see some of these shoes, go to this web site:

http://fashion.3yen.com/2007-01-04/latest-japan-shoe-fashion/

Have you ever seen what foot binding does to a woman’s feet? It’s pretty horrific. Here’s a link to my blog with pictures of insane-looking shoes and foot binding?

http://trishwilson.typepad.com/blog/2008/07/this-week-at-nu.html

I walk around in my bare feet now, and I love a good foot rub. I don’t understand the guy on the subway with the foot fetish, but I understand why some people get off on licking a woman’s toes. Getting my toes licked makes me shiver up and down my spine. I like that. Foot high platforms? No way!

A few days later Robert munched on a bagel while sitting behind his office desk.  Between bites, he glanced at the clock and continued reading the daily newspaper.  The obit wasn’t anything the average Joe would find eye-catching, but Robert’s eyes were glued on Philip’s photograph as he read about the death.  The obituary didn’t say Philip committed suicide, but there were rumors swirling about town he strangled himself with a rope while away on business.  Within hours, Lilly would walk through the door to the agency’s office and begin the process of reporting Philip’s death, starting the insurance claim.  Robert’s battery powered clock ticked on the wall almost as loudly as his heartbeat felt as it drummed in his ears while anticipating her arrival.  He finished the bagel and wiped the cream cheese from the corners of his mouth before finishing an email to her.  Robert didn’t want a scene in front of the Joneses, so he purposefully scheduled Lilly’s appointment for the last slot of the day.  He had a few good sales leads lined up earlier in the afternoon and late morning.

The Joneses and the Ulbeks led to a few decent commission checks for the month.  Both clients were unusually easy sales, and Robert whistled during the down time between his lunch and the next appointment.  Four o’clock rolled by more quickly than he anticipated while he dealt with the other clients.

After Lilly was twenty minutes late for her appointment, Robert packed up his paperwork from earlier in the day, shoving the sheets into his briefcase.  Everyone else in the office already left for the day, so he was alone.  The thought crossed his mind that he should call Lilly before giving up on her, but judging from the description her next door neighbor, who happened to be Robert’s boss, had given him earlier in the afternoon of her appearance these last few days, he didn’t want to cross paths with Lilly any more than was necessary.  The way he had mentioned her, Charlie seemed to half expect her to foam at the mouth like a rabid dog.  Everyone connected to the insurance company was of the opinion she had killed Philip but staged it to appear like a suicide, including Robert.  She was more than just a fling gone bad.  He feared Philip’s death could ruin his career if she ever were convicted of murder and spewed venom against him in public regarding the circumstances under which the policy was sold.

He rose from the desk, briefcase in hand, when he heard a car-door slam outside.  About a minute later the oak door to the office opened with a violent swing followed by a crisp slam as Lilly stormed into the agency.  Robert was sure the doorknob dented the wall as she flung the door open.  His gut clenched, realizing there was no way to avoid talking to her that day.

“You told me the five hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy would pay out if my husband died.”  Lilly’s mouth formed an elongated, rugged oval as she gritted her teeth at the end of the sentence.  Robert wasn’t accustomed to seeing her lips without her tell-tale burgundy lipstick.  Her entire face lacked make-up, and her skin looked pale even though the tone in her voice sounded as angry as a bull during a Spanish bullfight.  Speechless, Robert stood in the doorway of his part of the office while she shoved him aside to stand flush in the center of the room.

“You haven’t filed the claim yet,” Robert said.  “I can’t tell you whether or not the policy will pay.  You’ll have to complete the paperwork and submit it to the home office for review by our claims department.”

“You lied to me.  You didn’t explain the fine print,” she said.  Lilly’s words rang in Robert’s ears as she spat bile into his face.  What he told her when selling the life insurance policy was correct.  The point of purchasing life insurance was for the policy to pay out to the beneficiary upon a person’s passing.  This particular life insurance policy, however, had a suicide clause stating if a person committed suicide in the first two years of the policy, it wouldn’t pay more than three times the premium paid in.  Robert secretly doubted it would pay the five hundred thousand dollars to Lilly because Philip hadn’t even written out the first check for the premium as far as Robert knew.  It hadn’t even gone into force at the time Philip died.  Neither Lilly nor Philip told Robert he was suicidal when he gave the sales pitch and then later sold the policy.

Without sitting or filling out the claim paperwork, Lilly reached into her purse and said, “I curse you for your lies.  May you lose your ability to fuck women over, you lying sack of shit,” Lilly said.  She threw a handful of a powder-like substance into Robert’s face, momentarily blinding him.  “May you only be able to get aroused when you deceive the woman you’re seducing.”  She tossed another handful of the stuff at Robert.  Her aim was poor on the second throw, and it landed on Robert’s torso.  His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and the powder puffed out onto his stomach.  The room smelled a little like powdered sugar mixed with saffron.  The powder was light orange, and it was the consistency of cigarette ash.

With an animalistic half rubbing and half scratching motion, Robert’s hands touched his eyes in rapid movements.  If he could have flushed them out right away with water, he would have stumbled toward the sink in the break room, but the powder disoriented him.  His eyes watered as if she’d thrown acid in them.  Robert didn’t know what the substance was she’d thrown into the air and into his face, but his eyes hurt like hell.  His skin burned as the substance penetrated the fibers of his button-down dress shirt and suit pants.  He dropped the briefcase until the blurriness in his eyes subsided.  Robert’s vision returned slowly, in phases, as his eyes flushed the foreign material away.  What on earth was in his eyes and on the midsection of his body?

He wasn’t sure what had been in her hand until much later.  Through an educated guess after reading articles on the Internet, Robert concluded months later that Lilly’d thrown fairy dust at him.  After the stinging in his eyes subsided, Lilly was already gone.  Robert rubbed his eyes while contemplating what the ramifications of the curse would mean.  Perhaps it was all an idle threat.  After all, he hadn’t meant her any harm when selling the insurance policy, nor did he think their fling would amount to much of anything.  Lilly was the one who said over and over again she didn’t intend to divorce Philip.  Did curses only work if the person on the receiving end actually meant malice upon the person who uttered the curse?

Chapter One (A Cross Post from jenbluekissederotica.blogspot.com)

“I can’t divorce Philip,” Lilly said as she unbuttoned Robert’s pants.  “We have a prenuptial agreement that would screw me out of just about everything I own.”  She unzipped his fly while looking up at his face; her almond shaped eyes glinted when the light hit her green irises.  “But I can thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”  Lilly knelt at his feet, the insurance policy on the floor next to her.  She raised her hand onto the quad muscles of Robert’s leg while looking up at his slicked back, meticulously styled black hair.

“You’re my favorite kind of client.”  He had given up hope of selling her husband, Philip, a life insurance policy once he found out she wanted to use him to cheat on her husband.  Robert wasn’t sure how, but she enticed Philip to sign the application for life insurance anyway.  Lilly had a power over men Robert didn’t understand, and he wasn’t about to risk a sale to find out how she convinced Philip to buy the insurance policy.  He had never slept with a client before, but there was something about Lilly drawing him to her.  Her long, wild curls brushed against the leg of Robert’s dress pants as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.  He watched her in the antique mirror hanging above her bed.  The site of her mouth pressed against his pants was dizzying.

“Philip’s your client, not me.  Don’t fear mixing business and pleasure.”  She released the waist of Robert’s pants.  They puddled around his ankles over his newly polished shoes with graceless elegance, leaving Robert’s firm lower abs exposed.  “But I have to admit that you could sell a man his own right hand for a good price.”  She smiled at him from her subservient position on the floor.  Lilly pressed her nose against the cotton of his boxers, nudging his cock.  Robert’s own tanned body in the mirror pleased him.  Just for kicks, he flexed his bicep for her while watching his reflection.  “You’re so vain,” she said, taunting him into punishing her.

Robert imagined the last time he had been with her, and he knew what she wanted.  He finished undressing while she continued to kneel before him.  Using his necktie as a makeshift rope, he tied her wrists so her hands were behind her back as soon as he undressed her.  Then Robert pulled her long mass of brown curls into a ponytail before clipping the end of her hair to the necktie around her wrists.  The effect was that her head was cocked back so she was forced to look up at him while she knelt.  “You shouldn’t call me vain,” Robert said, pinching her nipple.  Lilly closed her eyes as he rolled the tender flesh between his fingers.
A soft murmur escaped her lips.  “I know what vain looks like.”

Bending down beside her, Robert picked her husband’s life insurance policy off of the floor.  Robert wondered how much time the ink had to dry between Philip’s signature on the page and Lilly’s affair with him.  The paper was white, crisp, and unfolded.  Her husband’s signature read yesterday’s date, but he wasn’t convinced Philip really signed it that long ago.  Robert held the papers in front of her face.  “You naughty woman, fucking around on your husband after convincing him to buy life insurance from me.  You’re wicked.  You know that?”  He licked his finger and then nudged it against her pink, moist slit.  She sighed when Robert avoided her clit.

Lilly’s eyes twinkled when she looked up.  He held the insurance contract under her chin with his other hand.  “You’re gonna suck my dick and then swallow every drop I give you so we don’t get any semen on this paperwork, do you understand?”  Robert couldn’t wait to watch her struggle when she took the entire thing in her mouth.

Lilly blinked twice in rapid succession, obeying the rules.  Once she was bound, Robert didn’t permit her to speak.  She opened her mouth in a large O.  He followed the line of her gaze to see what she would see if he denied her his cock.  The antique crystal chandelier above her must have cost a small fortune.  In additional to the gold trim and silver details, the chandelier held ten white candles.  It caught the light in what appeared to be a thousand tiny reflections of their naked bodies.  “Keep your eyes open and look at the chandelier,” he said.  “You know how much I enjoy watching your eyes water as you submit to me in your throat.”

He hesitated to give Lilly his cock.  Instead, he took the signature page of the insurance contract and dropped it onto the floor before scooting it between her knees.  “Your job is to get wet for me, but not so wet that you drip onto Philip’s signature.”  Then he began to finger her clit.  She let out a short sigh followed by a longer one as he teased her little, fleshy nub.  As he touched her, Robert noticed how Lilly had to arch her back as a result of how he bound her hair to her hands with the necktie.  The ponytail clipped to her wrists was the perfect pose to tickle her, but he refrained.  Instead, Robert knelt and then bent over, licking along her slit.  She was already wet from the danger of having to explain the mussed up insurance paperwork.  They were using Philip’s copy.  The company’s duplicate was neatly tucked away in Robert’s leather briefcase.  He liked a little fun, but he wasn’t stupid enough to use the one the home office required.

“Good.  I have to help you by lapping up your juices before we begin.”  Robert licked along her parted pussy lips but avoided contact between his tongue and her clit.  After Lilly’s breathing became heavier, he returned to standing above her.  Holding the first page of the insurance policy under her chin again, Robert worked his cock between her thin, O shaped lips.  Lilly talked incessantly when they weren’t role playing, so he groaned with satisfaction as he pushed his cock past her teeth, past her tongue, and then into her throat.  She didn’t disappoint.  Robert held his cock there until he felt the sensation of her humming on his skin.  The violent, little jerks around his cock as she gagged delighted him.

Robert eased back, allowing Lilly to breathe while he pinched her firm, brown nipple with his free hand.  Her breaths sounded in loud rasps through her nose before he slipped down her throat again.   She only gagged once this time, as her body became accustomed to the intrusion of his solid flesh.  The hair at the base of his cock brushed against Lilly’s nose as he held himself as deeply within her mouth as he could.  Robert wanted his balls inside her mouth too, but she wasn’t capable yet of mastering that skill.  He stopped pinching her nipple to touch her cheek.  The buzzing began around his cock as Robert listened to her muffled request for air.  He held his cock in her throat anyway.

Robert was close to coming.  Not wanting her to immediately inhale what he was about to give her, he said, “I need to stay here a little longer.”

Lilly lightly pressed her teeth against his penis.  She needed air.  Her teeth pressed against the base of his cock a little harder as he groaned.  She would bite him if he made her resort to it.

He retreated into the middle of her mouth.  While listening to the frantic inhaling through her nose, he said, “Be ready for it.”  His cock went down her throat again but not all the way.  He purposely thrust at the area he knew would trigger Lilly to gag.  As her eyes sent tears down her face from the successive gagging, Robert withdrew his cock so that it was barely inside her mouth.  He loved watching her taste his semen.  The sensation of release was priceless.  He wished he could draw the orgasm out so it lasted longer, but his body responded in its own time.

She swallowed every drop.

“Good woman,” Robert said before removing his dick.  He faced her and knelt, kissing down Lilly’s neck to her chest.  Repressing the urge to make a face, he tasted the perfume she must have applied right before the visit.  It tasted like orange peels and caster oil.  He sucked liberally on her nipple while caressing Lilly’s pussy with his fingertips.  She wasn’t on birth control, so he had to be careful what course of action he chose next.  Robert wanted his cock to feel the tightness of her pussy, but he doubted she wanted him to enter her with the pregnancy risk, so he didn’t consider recovering from the oral sex for some real sex.  He wasn’t against using a condom, and the moans escaping her lips while Robert caressed her deeply told him to just continue what he was doing.  “Remember not to drip,” he said, knowing she had no more control over her slickness than he did over his erections.  Robert reached for the insurance paperwork, scooting it away from the direct path of her pussy.  Since Lilly was forced to stare at the ceiling, he deceived her without really ruining her fantasy.

He couldn’t help but think Lilly must really hate her husband.  That thought kept creeping through Robert’s mind as he brought her to climax.  One thing Robert knew for sure was he didn’t ever want to make an enemy of her.  No way, no how.  Anybody who fantasized about dripping on her husband’s life insurance policy had to be wicked.  As her moan progressed into outright begging for him not to stop the caress, Robert wondered if she intended to murder Philip for the insurance money.  If that was her intent, he didn’t want to know about it until after it happened.
Oddly, Robert felt used, like a puppet in some sinister plan.  Plus, he didn’t want any accusations of collaborating with Lilly to commit insurance fraud.  The little voice in his head had been screaming to him ever since he met Lilly not to have anything to do with her, but he chose not to listen to his conscience.  A good insurance lead was a good insurance lead.  Robert knew he had no way of knowing if she’d forced Philip to buy the policy.  He didn’t really know what Lilly and Philip’s relationship was like except that Lilly was having an affair at the moment with him.

This totally isn’t my thing, but I thought others out there might enjoy it. It’s a first-hand account by a woman whose dominant trained her to wear diapers. I wasn’t remotely into the talk about messing herself, but I thought that it did show the thought process of a woman who dearly loves her partner and has been asked to wear diapers. At first you’re not really sure, but then you start thinking about it. What makes it hot at first is that your partner wants you to do it and you’re turned on by his being turned on by something so uncommon and strange, then you start to enjoy it on your own and even crave it. It’s a really interesting read, even for those of us only interested in wet or clean diapers.

You can read it here.

When I first started playing it seemed like everyone liked Molicare diapers–or Wallgreens brand diapers. Now it’s all Bambino, Bambino, Bambino. I’m not complaining at all. I *love* Bambino diapers! I really like the ones with the prints, but it’s no secret that I really like print diapers. I wish that the nursery I use stocked them, though. I think I’m going to ask the owner to switch. She uses Molicare, which is fine with me since I have Bambino diapers at home, but I think it would be nice for people who only really get to wear diapers in session. There’s a chance she’ll say no, though. First of all, she’s been caring for the nursery for some time and may personally prefer Molicare. Also, she may have found a vendor who gets them for her for a very good price. I wouldn’t be surprised at all. If she did switch, I would miss the Molicare, though, but only because I’m selfish and like to be spoiled with choosing between awesome diapers and awesome diapers. :p

Cross-posted from The Enigmatic Angel

It was a blog post on KinkySexLink, that triggered my thoughts on the age factor, in the local BDSM scene & BDSM/Fetish audiences in general.

There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the fetish events in town (that´s the fetish ones – not the BDSM ones) have a majority of young kinksters. And honestly, alot of the marketing is geared at that demographic.

I see more & more events and things being organized for the under 40 (and under 35 crowd). I even saw an interesting kinky vampire movie casting call out recently – and all the female characters were young.

Is that what people want to see? Do these young kinksters who keep getting younger, all want to run away from the older pervs?

I´ve heard that even expressed from friends as well, that emphasis on looking for someone/something young & hot.

I find this highly ironic in some ways. In my vanilla life, about 90% of my friends are younger than I am. I still feel like a kid myself inside. I have no problem relating to those younger friends. And they seem to get something positive out of my friendship with them.

I don´t feel old, but lots of segments in our society would classify me as old because I´m 40. What is 40 supposed to feel like? I don´t feel old. If anything, I actually felt freer & younger when I turned 40. It´s the fearless factor I think. Suddenly I didn´t give a damn about many things and just want to drink life in. It´s been great.

But I remember being in my 20s and thinking 40 was ancient. Hmm maybe I should scratch that. Looking back, I dated/saw/played with several men who were in their 40s, when I was in my 20s.

I see that age attitude today, in the local kinky scenes.

Oh yes, there is a good strong contingent of the 40 + and even 50+ crowd.

Personally, I feel comfortable talking to everyone young, old & everyone.

But I don´t understand this great prizing of the young, hot kinksters – why so many seek this young flesh to play with and preference for it. I prize maturity over youth. By then again, my ideas of beauty in general I have come to realize so many times, are quite different from the norm. I have been with many different kinds of men. Some men that I was seeing that made women jealous because they were perceived as being ¨gorgeous¨, others who may have seemed ordinary to different eyes. All of them had something special for me. Just as my taste in women is quite different as well.

So where is this kinky age thing going?

When all those aging kinky babyboomers retire from the scene, will the kinky youngsters inherit the earth?

Kinky food for thought.

Angel