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and actually, it's not "things" that are up in the air-- it's actually just me who is up in the air. i'm totally overwhelmed, by all the ways that my relationship with luke is progressing, by the projects we've taken on, and by everything that has happened in the last several weeks. and it's not just me, it's both of us. poor luke took a stress test recently and apparently he scored off the charts. most of the major changes that create extreme stress in a person exist in our life at this very moment.

so this is what we're working with right now:

- we have several renovation projects in the apartment that are kind of suspended in mid-completion

- luke is moving the rest of his things out of his old apartment this week, which is the second step in major-new-commitment to "us," and a rather emotionally difficult process for him, since it's been his home for 5 years

- luke's thesis defense is in 2 weeks (though this is rather joyful-- it's all turned in, and the end date is finally set!)

- i've still been fighting off phantom illness, which i would like to say is now over but every time i say that it comes back, so i'm not saying it again

- we're trying to get luke's apartment sub-let, which means concocting paperwork and showing the place and searching for trustworthy tenants

my neighborhood, like most neighborhoods in new york, has seen immense changes over the past 70 years, and there are representatives from each of its permutations still living on my street. it was a wealthy neighborhood at one time, long ago. my own block has always been more working class, probably (i've heard) housing servants of the residents of the grander buildings and brownstones nearby. i know one woman on the block who has lived here her whole life-- and she's 73 years old now, she never hesitates to remind me. she's devoutly catholic and not-so-devoutly racist. she saw the block change from a safe place during her childhood to one of the worst neighborhoods you could imagine during the 70's and 80's. at that time gang shootings were relatively routine affairs on this block. but the neighborhood started-- ever so slowly-- to change again by the mid-nineties. all of new york city was becoming safer (and more expensive), and young professionals of all cultural backgrounds began to move in here, where the rents were lower. today it's a lovely place that is slowly gentrifying, but that hasn't become a yuppy-land like so many other areas in the city. i love that about it. because i grew up in a community with a lot of cultural diversity-- (Want to read more...)

Crossposted from Lair of the Dragon Mage.

(Cross posted from Lair of the Dragon Mage)

(This story was inspired in part by a Twitter conversation I had with @WyldeKyttin. A chance comment on her part gave me a seed of an idea. The idea blossomed later that day, and I started writing when I got home. This story is the result. I hope you like it. )

They grin at each other as he parks his car in a dark corner of the employee parking lot behind the gym. She turns her head and looks at him and asks again, “Are you sure you won’t get into trouble for this?”

“I have keys and alarm codes, little one. A benefit of being the manager. And tonight, I’ll also get the benefits of being your personal trainer,” he says with a smile.

They walk casually across the parking lot, trading playful kisses on the way to the back door of the building. She waits as he opens the door and slips inside to disarm the alarm. When the beeping stops, he opens the door to let her into the dimly lit building, bringing the small duffel bag with them. He leads her to the men’s locker room and they find a pair of empty lockers. They open the lockers and undress, placing their street clothes into the lockers. She reaches for the duffel but he takes her hand and pulls her close for a kiss.

“You don’t need to get into that bag, little one.”

She starts to explain, “I need to put on my workout clothes,” but he cuts her off: “You are in your workout clothes for tonight.”

Her eyes widen as it dawns on her what he considers some of his benefits of being her trainer would be.

He takes her hand and turns towards the locker room exit, picking up the duffel bag as he leads her towards the workout floor, neither of them wearing anything but their shoes. She starts to turn towards the cardio equipment, expecting to start her workout on the treadmill as usual, but he leads her towards the strength machines instead.

“This workout will be a bit different, little one,” he says as they walk out onto the mat in the center of the large strength circuit. “We’ll need to stretch a bit to start.”  He stands next to her and they help each other stretch out, following the pattern that they had used many times before: her hands on his arms or legs to provide resistance as he stretches, and then his hands on her arms and legs. This time, however, his hands wander over her body to places he wouldn’t normally touch when the gym was occupied, and his touches get her heart going almost as well as a short cardio workout.

When they finish their stretching routine, he looks at her and says with a grin, “Ok, I think you’re warmed up enough now.” He lightly touches the back of her neck and then traces his fingertip around to her throat and down between her breasts.  He follows the curve of her body back up and around and laughs as she shivers from the feather-like touch. She pretends to pout when he laughs, and he smiles at her as he runs his finger around her nipple which hardens at his touch.  He takes her nipple between two fingers and pinches, just enough to hold on, and then he begins to walk towards the weight machines, leading her by tugging her nipple.  He leads her to the dual axis pull down machine, opens the duffel bag and removes a towel which he drapes on the seat, then waits as she adjusts the height of the seat and sits down. He leans in close and kisses her, and then turns and removes some rope from the duffel bag.

He walks around to the side of the machine and tells her to hold onto the handles. She looks questioningly at the rope in his hands, but stretches her arms up and takes hold of the handles. He slowly ties the rope around her wrists and the handles of the machine, and then kneels beside the machine, using the remaining length of rope to tie her ankles to the metal legs. He moves around the seat of the machine and pulls the pin from the weight stack, replacing it at the highest weight: nearly 300 pounds.

“That should keep you still for a bit,” He says as he returns to the duffel, taking out a deerskin flogger. He stands behind the machine, his eyes wandering over the lines and curves of her body as she sits with her back and arms stretched up to hold onto the handles. He swings the flogger gently, smiling as the flinches when the tips of the falls flick over her back. He swings again and again, each pass of the flogger bringing the falls a little closer, each pass letting more of the deerskin touch her her skin, each pass landing with a little more force until the large room is filled with the thuds of the flogger striking her back. He settles into a rhythm, swinging the flogger with practiced ease, always watching her reaction, always listening to the sound of the flogger, and to the sounds of his partner. On some swings, he leans in closer, letting the flogger strike her side so that the deerskin wraps around her taughtly stretched body to land on her breasts, the tips stinging her nipples.

He watches her, judging her reaction, and when her breathing changes, he slows the flogger, pulling back so that only the tips touch her, lightly brushing over her reddened skin. As she begins to slump against the rope, he stops. He steps in close and lifts her arms, untying the rope to release her hands from the handles and supporting her as her arms fall. She leans against him for several moments until she can catch her breath, and then sits up. He kneels beside her to release her feet and gather up the rope and flogger before standing up again. He helps her to stand and removes the towel from the seat, noting the damp spot with a laugh.

He sees the question in her eyes, and answers before she can ask, “There is more, little one. Time for the next machine.”  He leads her to the prone leg curl, laying the towel over the pads and helping her get into place face down on the machine. He pulls the rope from the duffel again, using it to secure her hands to the handles, and her legs to the lift bar.  He pulls a small rattan cane out of the duffel and stands next to the machine, laying the rattan across his lover’s exposed ass.

He lifts the cane and taps it lightly across her flesh, teasing her with each touch until he has the feel for the angle. He lifts his arm and waits for half a breath before letting it drop. As his arm comes down, he flicks his wrist, snapping the rattan sharply across her ass.

She gasps and jumps as much as the rope will allow as the rattan kisses her backside with a fiery sting, and then quickly sucks in another breath as he lifts his arm again, waiting for him to swing and jumping again as the cane lands with another stinging stripe.

He flicks the cane up and down, each swing leaving a pink welt across the pale skin of her buttocks, each touch of the rattan causing her to jump. He turns his hand and flicks his wrist, the cane crossing another mark and leaving a X shaped welt.  He flicks his wrist several more times, leaving welts over most of her ass and even a few on her upper thighs.

She breathes deeply as he sets the cane aside, the pain of the rattan having already pushed her into that floating place in her head. She allows her eyes to close as she lays across the pads of the weight machine and feels the sting of the cane welts start to sink in. Her eyes open in shock as the welts on her ass begin to burn again. She tries to focus on the sensation and slowly recognizes the pricking of his pinwheel as he rolls it on the cane welts.

The quiet of the gym is broken by her sudden cry, “That hurts!”

He laughs at her and puts a hand on her back, holding her down as he continues to slowly roll the pinwheel over the welts on her ass. When he has traced every cane welt with the wheel, he puts it back into the duffel bag and stands up again. He walks around to the front of the machine and stands there waiting.

She doesn’t hear him moving, and she doesn’t feel any new sensations, so she lifts her head and looks up, and finds herself eye level with his erect cock. She sighs as she feels his fingers twine into her hair, and then gasps as he pulls, lifting her head.

He tugs her hair, lifting her head a little higher, then steps closer, brushing his cock against her full lips. “Open up, little one,” he whispers to her. He pushes as her lips part, slowly sliding his cock into her mouth until he is almost completely inside of her. He grins as she wraps her lips around him, and then he slowly moves his hips back, withdrawing from her mouth until the tip of his cock is between her lips.  He moves his hips again, a little faster, forward and back, sliding his cock in and out, faster and harder until he is fucking her mouth.

He twists his fingers tighter into her hair and pushes forward, pressing his cock into her mouth as deeply as he can, reveling in the feeling as she fights to not gag.  He pulls out a little, letting her take a breath, then shoves himself into her throat again, holding her head in place with her hair. He pulls back again, waiting for her to suck in a ragged breath and pushes once more, holding himself as deeply inside her mouth as he can, holding her hair tightly to she can’t move.  He smiles as he feels her stop trying to pull away, as he feels her throat relax and accept him, and he slowly pulls back, sliding out of her mouth and releasing her hair.  He kneels in front of the machine, looks into her now eyes, now glassy and wide, and says, “Good girl.”

He loosens the rope gently, rubbing her ankles and wrists as the rope is removed. He trails kisses from her ankle up the back of her leg, nipping lightly at the welts on her ass before tracing the line of kisses up her back to her neck. She shivers as his lips touch her already sensitive skin.

He carefully helps her to her feet, holding her close and feeling his desire grow at the touch of her skin on his. He takes her face in his hands and lifts her chin, kissing her tenderly.  “Time for the next machine, little one,” he says and leads her around the path, stopping at the fly machine. He places the towel on the seat and helps her sit down, tieing her hands to the handles. He puts the pin into the weight stack at the heaviest weight, ensuring that she can’t move her arms and then steps back.  He kneels in front of her, leaning close and kissing her lips as his fingers brush over her skin.  He leans down, brushing his lips over her nipples as his hands glide down to her thighs, stroking lightly.

She shivers as his lips touch her nipples, and yelps as she feels his teeth on her.  Willingly, she opens her legs as his fingers stroke her thighs, and she arches her hips towards his fingers as they move closer to her center. He moves his hands over her inner thighs, moving closer but not touching her pussy, pulling back every time she pushes her hips closer to him.  He straightens his back and kisses her neck as his hand moves closer and closer, finally brushing his fingertips down her slit. She gasps and arches her back at the touch, and he bites her the base of her neck where it curves out to her shoulder.

Her gasp becomes a moan as his fingers touch her more firmly, and her moan fades to a sigh as he pulls them away again.  He kisses her ear softly, and then whispers, “Don’t come, little one. Not until I say.” She groans her understanding of his command and he kisses her mouth to quiet the groan.

He traces his finger from her knee up her thigh and continues, following the contours of her body, letting them lead him to where she wants him to touch her. He dips his head down and kisses the base of her throat as his finger find the wetness between her legs and slowly push inside. His free hand caresses her breast as his mouth captures hers once again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his finger.  The sensations threaten to overwhelm her, pushing her closer to orgasm with each passing minute.

He continues his assault on her body and senses, watching her respond to his touch, waiting for just the right moment. As he feels her body tense in preparation for orgasm, he stops and leans back, not touching her at all, only watching.  For a moment, there is silence: neither of them even breath, but the silence is broken by her moan of disappointment.

He smiles at her, leaning forward and dropping his head lower, kissing her thighs and then biting. She closes her legs around his head as his teeth mark her flesh and he reaches up quickly, slapping her leg to remind her to keep them where he put them. She slowly opens her legs again, and he turns his head, pushing forward until his mouth finds her pussy, already wet from the evening’s workout. His tongue follows her lips, lightly touching and teasing, up and down, until it brushes her clitoris. She jumps at the expected but surprising touch but quickly rolls her hips forward, pushing her pussy towards his mouth, but he backs away, maintaining only a light, teasing touch.

He pulls back, looking into her eyes with a smile as she begins to voice her disappointment. He holds her eyes with his as he slowly moves his mouth closer to her, a little at a time until his tongue is almost touching her pussy again, and then he waits. He waits until she begins to move her hips again, and as she rocks her hips to get closer to his mouth, he moves that last little bit, covers her clit with his mouth and gently sucks. Her hips begin to buck, pushing against him as he sucks harder and flicks the tip of his tongue across her clit. He watches her face as she tries to hold back her orgasm, stopping in time for her to follow his instructions.

He stands up and kisses her, his tongue sliding between her lips allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and then unties her wrists and helps her to stand up again. He walks her around the path past a few machines until they get to the reclining leg press, and he helps her to lie on her back on the pad. “Keep your feet on the floor for a moment, little one,” he says as she starts to pick her feet up to put them on the foot plate. “I need to make a quick adjustment.”

He puts the pin in the weight stack at the lightest setting and then opens the bag and pulls out some pieces of wood, some tape, her strap-on harness and a large dildo. He uses tape to hold a stack of several pieces wood on the footplate, and then arranges the harness around the footplate and the wood blocks. “Now put your feet up here, little one,” he instructs her. She lifts her feet and places them on the foot plate.  He takes the dildo and lines it up with her pussy. “Now lift the weights.” He puts the dildo into the harness lined up so the tip is barely touching her pussy when her legs are straightened.

“Let it back down slowly, love,” he says, and she slowly bends her knees, moaning as the dildo impales her. “Ah, good. That will do. Now, little one, it’s time to work those legs.” he tells her with a smile. She looks at him, her eyes wide, waiting, but he only watches her until she begins to move her legs. Each lift causing the dildo to slip almost all the way out of her cunt, and each return pushing it back inside of her.

“This is a low weight, little one, so do three sets of twelve to fifteen.” She looks at him, her eyes begging, asking what she dares not voice. “And,” he continues, “You better not come until I give you permission.” He counts her repetitions through three sets, and tells her to lift one more time when she reaches the last one. He kisses her mouth and whispers, “Good girl,” in her ear before removing the dildo and allowing her to relax as he removes his additions to the machine.

He puts everything but the towel back into the duffel and then helps her up from the pad. “There is one more we need to visit tonight, lover,” he says as she leans on him to stay upright. He helps her to the next place on the circuit: The free leg-lift. He holds her up while she steps onto the foot bars and puts her arms on the pads. He stands in front of her and says, “Now, little one, you need to lift your legs.”

She lifts her legs up and he moves in close enough that his body is touching hers. He steps up onto the foot bars slowly. “Put your legs around me, lover,” he whispers. She slides her legs around his waist as he touches his cock to her wet cunt. “Let yourself down just a bit now,” he breathes in her ear. She relaxes her arms as he stands up straight, sliding his cock inside of her. He looks into her eyes and kisses her as he begins to rock his hips. She uses her legs to pull him deeper inside of her, working her hips to meet his thrusting. He feels her body begin to tense as the evening’s play threatens to overwhelm her. He thrusts faster and harder, pushing her towards the climax he has been denying her all night, watching as she does her best to hold it off, as she does her best to obey. He bites her neck just under her ear and grins as she moans, and then when he feels that she is as close as she can get without losing control, he whispers in her ear, “Come for me, little one.”

Her body shudders and her legs tighten around him, pulling his cock deeper into her pussy as the orgasm washes over her like a wave. He waits for the shuddering to slow, for her body to relax a little, and then begins thrusting again. He bites her neck and shoulder as she works hard to hold onto the frame. He feels himself coming close to his own orgasm and kisses her mouth before asking, “Are you ready for another one?”

She nods, and he rocks his hips faster, thrusting into her pussy as fast as he can now. He feels his orgasm start to build, and knows he can’t hold back any longer. He whispers through ragged breaths in her ear, “Come with me, little one,” and he kisses her. Her body shudders and stiffens again as another orgasm takes her. He feels her come and allows that to push him over the edge into his own orgasm.

They stay there for moments that feel like hours, holding the feeling of being completely one as long as they can.  He feels her arms begin to shake from holding herself up, so he carefully steps down from the frame and helps her down. They sit on the mat, touching and kissing for several minutes as she gets her balance back enough to stand.

As he helps her back to the locker room, he turns and asks, “Did you like this workout, lover?”

Dragon Mage

 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…

From PamperedPenny.com.

I love using diapers for chastity. I suppose that, yes, one can be made to cum in a diaper, but the idea is just really hot. I think it builds on a few different points.

The Practicality

First of all, it locks the genitals away, which is really the point with most chastity devices, but it does so in a really obvious way. Some chastity devices out there, especially those for men, are meant to be discreet, and so are diapers, but if someone sees a little bulge in a guy’s pants, they’re just going to assume he’s hung like a moose, which gets him noticed for the wrong reasons. However, if he’s wearing a diaper and has a very paddy bottom or a little diaper waddle and people notice, he’s going to be ashamed at the attention. I’ve seen guys swagger in their CB3000s and I don’t think it’s because they were proud of being owned, as they have claimed. No one knew they were wearing a device outside of the men’s room and even there they could easily be discreet.

Which is another point. It may make someone feel slave-ish to wear a chastity device, but with a diaper, there’s automatic humility. There’s also little question of the person just taking it off, even though it’s much easier. I think it’s a mental thing. You just don’t change your own diaper–at least not without permission anyway–but there are no cultural rules or assumptions for chastity devices. And a lot of times with guys in chastity, it seems like they’re always trying to think of a way to get it off without my noticing. It can be a fun game, but most of the time, if I’ve claimed his right to orgasm, I don’t want to have to check up on him constantly. Plus, there’s the bathroom issue. A guy wearing a diaper in a public restroom really can’t hide it. If he’s been allowed to go in to use the toilet or something (I don’t change messy diapers), everyone’s going to hear that plasticy sound as he untapes himself, reminding him that he’s not like these other guys who can wear what they want and jerk off when they please. That diaper humility is priceless when it comes to chastity training.

Besides the humility, a diapered chastity boy tends to be really sweet and submissive, even cute. He’s very devoted and absolutely adores his key holder Mommy. And, like most women, I really enjoy a completely devoted little sub boy. And who is a guy more devoted to than his domme Mommy? Diapering is a really intimate process that just reinforces the intimacy of giving up control of your own orgasms (or having it taken away).

And the diaper doesn’t hinder an erection either. For me a lot of chastity is about tease and denial, rather than alleviating the libido. What’s the point of denying someone orgasm if they don’t want to cum anyway, right? Plus, I like to see the bulge of a diapered erection.

Enforcing Chastity

I’ve seen a number of message boards where guys talk about wearing their chastity devices under their diapers, but I prefer to use either locking plastic pants over the diapers or locking diaper pins. I just don’t relish the idea of having to clean the chastity device every time the wearer wets his diaper and plus it gets all gooey and then the goo rubs all over everything. Just not something I’m especially into.

A karada (japanese rope body harness tie) works well, too, but what I’ve always thought would work best, though I can’t verify it because I don’t own one yet, would be a women’s chastity belt. I do have the AB harness with diaper attachment, which locks, but isn’t meant to be worn under the clothes, like a chastity belt could be. (ReinCheck.com makes AB harnesses, too, but they don’t have a bit to go between the legs.) And, if you do want to play games, checking the tapes for evidence of tampering is another good way to monitor a diapered chastity boy’s commitment to his training.

Overall, I think that the diaper is a really under-represented means to chastity. It does pop up sometimes, but I think diaper chastity should be bigger than it is, especially among humiliation afficionadoes.

Today I have another great toy to tell you about from  Babeland.com, THE women-friendly place to buy sex toys.

I have been very curious about this type of toy, or should I say exerciser, for a while so when I had a chance to try it I jumped at the occasion. Let me introduce to you the Smart Balls Teneo – Uno from Fun Factory. This little ball will strengthen your pelvic muscle and tone it back into shape. It helps you perform what is known as kegel exercices. The benefits of a strong pelvic floor is stronger orgasms, preparation for easier birthing and help for those sufferring from incontinence. But let’s stick with the stronger orgasms reason he he.

This particular model is perfect for the beginner. It is shaped like an oblong ball with a nice textured pattern, in various colors, and a loop at one end. When you move it you will feel a weighted ball rolling inside. This ball is the secret of its mechanics. See the beauty of using a special ball for kegel exercise is that you can be totally lazy. How? Well when you lube it up a little bit and insert it into your vagina you can just go about your daily business as if you had nothing in you. But what actually happens is that the ball inside the Uno vibrates. This vibration automatically signals the pelvic muscle to contract so it does not fall out. Thus you work out without even making a voluntary effort.

You can leave it in for a few minutes or the whole day. From my experience I found it easier to start slow and build up the time I can keep it in. Its not small so you do feel it a bit when you put it in. But soon it just finds a nice spot and most of the time I just forgot about it. When I got a bit sore then I removed it. That is how I increase my time  bit by bit. But besides that you won’t feel it. You may however feel full and a bit aroused…which is nice. To remove pull on the loop and then wash it well with soap and water.

Why is it the beginner’s model? Well its just one ball so its not to much to insert. Once you have mastered it you can move on to the double Smart Balls…same thing but with two balls. Now you won’t find the next level, the advanced one, on Babeland but you can then get the tradionnal BenWa balls next. These are small and heavy metal beads in comparison but they will truly test your pelvic muscle. A friend of mine not in shape enough down there lost one in a public bathroom a few years ago. With these some women have been know to have orgasms just by walking with them inside…not a bad goal.

Verdict: I can’t say I have had enough time to see if they have an effect on my orgasms but I do enjoy having it in me. I do think my pelvic floor is a bit stronger. I do have one negative comment: I am not convince on how long the loop will ast before breaking…but I am really tight. So I am giving the Smart Balls Teneo – Uno a 4 out of 5 stars.

Size: Ball 1-1/2”, Cord 3-1/3″

Material: Silicone, elastomer, metal

Thank you again to Babeland.com for letting me review this toy.

Mystress Lady Evyl

Val Fox clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her best friend, Sarah, goaded her.  “No, I’m not going to the reunion.  Everybody from high school was so stupid.  Don’t you remember?”  Flipping through the pages of the style magazine, she held it below her chin and asked Sarah, “Do you think this hair style would look good on me?”

Sarah shook her head, and Val shook her head back.  With a mocking tone, Sarah said, “They were all stupid back then.  You’re right, but I wonder if maybe some of those assholes have gotten more mature over the years.  We’ll never know unless we grace them with our presence, now will we?”  She fluffed her hair and pointed to the new page Val held against her chest.  “I think that one might look okay on you.”

Val shrugged.  “I dunno.  Don’t you think it’s a little too eighties?”  She flipped the magazine to the next page just as the waiting area of the salon began smelling of perm solution.  “You just want to see Johnny again.  Don’t lie to me and tell me that’s not the reason you’re trying to drag me along to the class reunion.  He’s probably married and has a couple of kids by now.  Why not just have a girls’ night out instead?”

Sarah twisted her face in a fake smirk.  “Just because I want to see Johnny doesn’t mean we won’t have fun.  Ever since starting that fairy business of yours, you haven’t taken enough time to spend with people.  You know, people.  Not the kind who are customers, but people.”  Sarah smacked her bubble gum.  “Besides, you didn’t earn the nickname Foxy for nothing.  Snag a guy at the reunion.  Have a little fun.  I bet some of the men there’ll think you’re a knockout with your red hair.”

Later in the week while at the reunion, Val and Sarah stayed together for awhile until Sarah saw Johnny.  Just as Val predicted, Sarah talked with Johnny Rosencratz all night.  For the first half hour or so Val was left alone.  She was utterly bored, and kept checking her watch.  Most of the other people at the reunion wore fake grins, and nobody spoke with her.  Those who did strike up a conversation were people Val didn’t like in the first place.  Everybody hung out in the same cliques as when they were younger.

She crossed the large auditorium and dipped a plastic ladle into the punch bowl.  Turning to snatch a piece of cake along with the punch, Val saw a man with black hair standing near the entrance to the auditorium.  She didn’t remember him.  Wondering who he was, she carried the punch and cake toward where he stood.  The man was alone, and he looked as uncomfortable as she felt.

When she was within earshot, Val introduced herself.  I’m Val Fox.  Although I’m sure you must have attended school here and were in my class, I don’t recognize you.  What’s your name?” she said while balancing the little plate and cake in the same hand as the punch so she could offer the man a handshake.  His palm was sweaty as he gripped hers.

He shook her hand firmly and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Val Fox.  I’m Robert Murrel.  I attended school here, but I graduated from East.  My family moved midway through my junior year, so I went to East my senior year.”  Robert’s eyes darted to a group of former football players across the room.  “I suppose this really isn’t the right class reunion to attend since I didn’t graduate from West, but I’m an insurance agent and figured maybe I could network a little for potential clients.”  He pointed at the lopsided piece of cake Val held.  “That looks good.  I think I’ll have some.”

Val wasn’t sure if referencing the football players was Robert’s way of excusing himself from speaking with her any longer, but he gave her the vibes that her conversation was welcome.  He smiled as she tagged along with him back to the cake table.  She cleared her throat and said, “Whoever cut the cake sure mangled it.”

Robert laughed and grasped the ladle to the punchbowl, fixed himself a beverage, and took a piece of cake before pointing toward an empty table nearby.  “Let’s sit,” he said.  “I dunno about you, but standing in uncomfortable shoes has to be the worst thing in the world.  I finally broke down and bought a new pair, and they’re not completely broken in yet.”  Val ate her cake without saying much because her mouth was full.  She listened to Robert talk about the differences between attending East and West.  He wore an orange polo-style shirt and a pair of khaki Dockers.  Every now and again Val caught herself glimpsing at his black, leather belt.  A kidnapping fantasy formed in her mind.

This was why her relationships never worked out.  Val always fixated on men with nice belts.  She imagined them using a belt on her while she lay bound and submissive to them.  In reality, the men with the nice belts were either too shy in bed to try what she wanted, or they insisted on always slating her as a submissive.  Val was a true switch.  She liked using the wonderful leather on a man as much as she liked being on the receiving end of a good punishment.  Val could handle vanilla sex.  What she couldn’t handle was a man who stuck a label on her and then expected her to always take the same role.  She didn’t care if the role was in bed, on the job, or in the home.  That’s why she started The Fairy Store.  Val needed to create her own destiny.

“Are you okay?” Robert said.  “You’re kinda not paying attention to me.  I just asked you a question.”  His cup of punch was nearly drained, and the cake missing.

“Oh, sorry.  I just got lost in my thoughts for awhile.” Val wondered if her face was flushed.  Her slit was wet with the beginnings of a fantasy with this man.  His belt was still in the front of her mind when she said, “I’m not going to stay here for very long.  If you want to meet up with me later or leave with me and do something else, I’m cool with that.  The friend who accompanied me here ditched me.  There’s nobody else I intend to talk with.  If you want to razzle dazzle some potential clients since you just got here, I understand.  I’m a business owner myself.”

Robert swallowed the last few drops of punch in the paper cup before he said, “I think leaving with you sounds like more fun than talking to a bunch of people I don’t know.  Nobody really wants to be sold insurance at a reunion anyway.”

He drives home from work smiling at the knowledge that their children are staying with friends overnight.  Each stoplight and turn he passes brings to mind another way to torment his waiting submissive wife.  He had recently needed to punish her for not keeping up with her rules, but that was over and tonight he could have fun.

He unlocks the door and enters their apartment, closing the door behind him. He calls out to her and she answers from their bedroom, her voice leading him down the hallway. He pauses upon entering the room, taking a moment to look at her laying on the bed naked, then walks to the bed and leans down, kissing her mouth urgently.

He takes a few moments to relax from his day at work, talking to his beautiful wife and touching her. He teases her when she asks if he is going to spank her before or after the party they were invited to that evening.  He smiles and listens carefully when she explains why she thinks before is better, then pauses and explains why she thinks after is better.

After a few minutes, he stands and undresses, then sits on the bed. He looks at her and motions for her to lay across his lap.  She hesitates for a moment, but then walks around the bed and positions herself across his leg with her bare bottom turned up for him.  “I love you, little one,” He says quietly as he rubs his hands over her body.

He suddenly lifts his right hand and swings it down forcefully.  She inhales sharply and jumps a little as his hand strikes her bare skin with a smack.  He rubs her bottom briefly before spanking her again. She begins to squirm as his hand rises and falls, turning the pale skin of her ass bright pink.  He chuckles and stops for a moment, sliding his fingers between her now very warm cheeks to lightly brush over her mound.  She shivers as he teases her, and he pushes just enough for a fingertip to slip between her lips.

“Hmmm. I should have gotten the clothespins before I sat down,” He says with a grin.  “I could have put one here,” He lightly pinches her labia on one side, “And another one here,” And he pinches the other side.

“No, no, no,” She says as his fingers mimic the pinch of the wooden pins. “No clothepins.”

“Oh yes,” He replies. “And maybe even one here,” he smiles as his fingers find her clit.

“No sir, no sir, please, no,” She begs.

“But you got so wet when I said that, little one.”

He laughs and begins spanking her again, his hand landing on her ass with varying strength and speed.  He stops again after several more minutes, sliding his fingers once more between her thighs.

“You are even more wet now than you were before, little one. I think you like getting spanked.”  He pauses to look at her, waiting until she turns her head to look back. “Just a small one now: come for me, little one,” he says, smiling as she orgasms lightly. “No more until I say. That will be later tonight. After the party.”

“Why?” she asks.

“I want you horny while we are at hooters with our vanilla friends. I want to know that you will be staring at the waitresses wishing you could touch them, or touch yourself, and knowing that you can’t come until later. Now stand up for a moment.”

He helps her to stand and shifts his position on the bed, reaching over to the dresser and picking up a small item while her head is turned.  “Back across my lap, little one,” He says.  She looks at him for a moment, then nearly steps backward. “You have clothespins, don’t you?” She asks.

“No.” He says. “I promise I don’t have any clothespins. Now get over here.”

She lays across his left leg and he puts his right leg over both of hers, and his left arm over her back, holding her tightly.  He touches the item he got from the dresser to her ass and she almost jumps as the cool metal of the ruler makes contact with her warm skin.

She turns her head to look at him, her eyes wide. “No. Not that,” She says.

“Yes, little one. This.” He turns the ruler so that the foam back is towards her ass and lightly flicks his wrist. The ruler snaps against her skin. “Very nice,” he says, and then snaps it again several times.  She wriggles against his arm and leg holding her down as the ruler slapped her several times.  He pauses long enough to flip the ruler over so the metal face was towards her skin, then flicks it again.

“OW!” She exclaimed.

He smiled and said, “Good.”

He begins popping the ruler against her ass, covering most of it with light slaps from the thin flexible metal. paying careful attention to the bottom of her ass, knowing she will be sitting on it later.  She bucks and fights, trying to get away from the ruler, but he hold her and keeps flicking the metal at the same spot on her ass over and over.

When he feels that her ass is sufficiently reddened, he stops and helps her stand up. He spanks her with his hand once as she turns around, and then gets up from the bed himself.  “Lay down on the bed, little one,” He instructs her.

She lays across the bed and watches him closely and then protesting as he picks up the Hitachi Magic Wand. He brings the Hitachi back to the side of the bed, taps the inside of her legs with his hand and says, “Open up.” She spreads her legs for him and he carefully positions the head of the Hitachi against her clit. He helps her close her legs to hold it in place, and then switches it on low.

She is begging for permission to orgasm within seconds, but he denies her as he stands behind her and lightly spanks her already red ass.  After she asks for the third time, he reaches down and switches the Hitachi to high. She moans loudly, but keeps her legs together to hold it in place.

He climbs onto the bed, straddling her and leans down close to whisper in her ear, “Perhaps I should do something more. Torment you a bit more, maybe?”

“No sir,” she moans.

“Oh I know,” He says, “I could fuck your ass while the wand runs on your clit. Just slide inside your tight asshole. I could fuck you hard and fast, not worrying if you come. You can’t yet. I’ll fuck you. Use you. I’ll come in your ass, and then leave you with the wand for a while longer.”

“Oh no, nononono …”

He stops and stands up again, turning the Hitachi off. “Open your legs,” He says. She spreads her legs and he adjusts the wand a little lower, ensuring that her pussy isn’t covered by the head of the wand before helping her pull her legs together to hold the wand in place again.

He switches the wand on high, and then climbs up to straddle her again, once more leaning close to whisper in her ear, “I know. I’ll fuck your cunt. Your soaking wet from being spanked, so I’ll take you while the wand tortures your clit.”

He leans up and spreads her ass cheeks, carefully putting the head of his already hard cock against her pussy.  He puts his hands on her back and slowly slides inside of her.  She gasps and moans at the new sensations, and he joins her as he feels the vibrations of the Hitachi transmitted through her to him.

He holds her shoulders down and begins thrusting, sliding in and out of her as the Hitachi runs tirelessly against her clit. She moans and begs and nearly screams, but he does not allow her permission to orgasm. Soon the vibrations join the mind fuckery and push him over the edge. He sits up straight and thrusts his cock as deeply into her as he can, shuddering in orgasm.

He waits, trying to stay upright as long as he can, and then slowly pulls out and turns the Hitachi off. They clean up and dress for the birthday party.  She asks for permission to orgasm several times on the short drive to Hooters, but he refuses.

As they sit on the deck at the restaurant, he watches her as her eyes follow the waitresses. He smiles as she shifts to try and peek down their shirts and all but stares at their asses.  She sees him watching her and mouths the question, “Can I come? Please, sir?”  He shakes his head no.

After the party winds down, they go with a few of their closer friends from the party to another restaurant to get dinner and a drink. Tall Long Island Iced Teas which only serve to make her even more horny. They sit and talk for almost an hour, and then stand in the parking lot after the restaurant closes talking for another hour.

When he leads her to their car, she is almost vibrating with need. “Are we going home now? I want to go home so I can come.”

He smiles and passes their exit from the highway, taking the next one instead.

“Where are we going?” She asks.

He smiles and says, “This way.”

He turns at the traffic signal and then turns again, this time into a dark parking lot. The business is closed and the lights are almost all off, leaving the lot dark. He turns the car off and gets out, walking around to open her door and help her out.  He leads her over to the side of the building and, after looking around a little, he selects a spot and places her back against the wall.  He kisses her, lightly at first, but then with more urgency, more need.

She looks up at him as he reluctantly releases her mouth, watching his eyes in the darkness as he lifts her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to the cool night air.  His fingers find her nipples, stroking with feathery touches that turn into pinches as his mouth captures hers again.  Her breathing quickens as his right hand slowly slides down her exposed skin to the waistband of her denim shorts and slides inside. His fingers slide under her panties, searching as he presses downward.

She moans into his mouth as his fingertip brushes across her swollen, wet pussy lips. Her back straightens and her fingers find and hold his hair as he begins to rub her clit.  He teases for a few moments, but then adds a little pressure to her clit and her nipple.

As she reaches her toes, tensing and once more nearly screaming into his mouth, he breaks off the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Come for me, little one.”

He leans in to posses her mouth again as she shudders from her orgasm, moaning loudly into the night.

He holds her gently until she regains her balance, and then helps her straighten her clothes and walk back to the car. They climb into the car and he drives them back to their apartment.  He hold her hand as they walk across the parking lot and up the stairs. They kiss as he unlocks the door.

He locks the door behind them and turns out the lights as they make their way to bed where he holds her as they fall asleep.

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