Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas!

As all of you enjoy your families, friends and all other joys that surround the holidays, hope you have a very Merry Christmas or whatever Festivus event that is pertinent to you.

In the mean time, enjoy...



Saturday, December 21, 2013

Kink from the Road

Once again, I'm out and about on a business trip to London, this time with Lizzie in tow as an early Xmas gift for her. We're staying in Knightsbridge, a posh part of London. Where we are staying you can barely walk without tripping over an embassy. All along Sloan Street on our way to the Tube we pass by designer stores each way—Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, etc. One window caught our eye the other evening with this little number perched inside:


"Do you think they're selling that?" Lizzie asked about the belt and collar harness. "I don't know," I replied. "What would a vanilla do with it? Would you wear something sheer under it?" We proceeded all the way to the Underground station, discussing this. Needless to say, every time we've passed by since it strikes a new phase of the conversation.

So, just a controversial bit of "fashion" to titillate or a legit piece of haute couture for the rich and kinky?

Sunday, December 8, 2013

New Series: Ads--Lifestyle or Loathsome?

I came across a treasure trove of vintage print advertisements recently. You've probably seen most of these somewhere amongst the lifestyle, feminism or other popular blogs (Mashable, Buzzfeed, etc.). I saved a bunch, not quite sure what I wanted to do with them but knowing I wanted to do something with them for my blog.

Then I hit on the idea that I should ask the rest of you, are these ads offensive or, in the scheme of D/s, lifestyle, top/bottom or whatever you're into are these in fact, more lifestyle (albeit a bit tongue in cheek)?

So, to kick off the series, here's the first and likely least "offensive" of the bunch (and I put "offensive" in quotes because I can't imagine you'd find much offensive if you're surfing blogs such as mine!).

Ad #1: Lifestyle or Loathsome?


So what do you think?

Sunday, November 17, 2013

FLASH FUCTION: Submissively She Waits


The text came through to her phone:

GET INTO YOUR SUBMISSIVE OUTFIT. KNEEL AND WAIT IN THE USUAL PLACE BY 6:45.

She looked at the clock on the microwave: 6:12. She had time to get ready. She quickly showered and changed in tight black lacy panties and a sexy white corset. By now it was almost 6:45. She went to the end of the bed, kneeled with her arms behind her, presenting her breasts for when he got home. 

Time seemed to slow and she waited for what felt like forever, but when she looked at the clock it was 6:52. She was surprised at how little time had gone by. Still, she did not hear his car come up the driveway. A few moments later, as her mind wandered to what he might have in mind for this evening, she heard the unmistakable sounds of his SUV pulling up beside the bungalow. She shifted her weight, trying to get the kinks out. "Kinks out," she thought. "Ha!"

The door to the kitchen opened and she heard him come in, dropping his briefcase by the island as was his custom. He came down the hall and into the bedroom. She heard him and felt the energy in the room change, but couldn't see him. He went to the closet. She could hear him taking things out of the cedar chest where they kept all their implements, sorted into different stacking bins based on type and use (anal play: left, sensation: middle, restraint: right, etc.). He came back out of the closet and walked up behind her.

The hairs on the back of her neck tingled. Her skin felt electrified, goosebumps rising on her flesh. Her nipples hardened beneath the soft fabric of the corset. She could hear him breathing, shifting his weight as he...what?...looked at her? 

A hand roughly grabbed her by the hair, yanking her backwards and pulling her off her balance. She tumbled to the floor with a yelp. He unzipped his pants and shoved his already hard cock into her mouth, pulling the leather nanny paddle from his pocket and proceeding to reach around her to smack her bottom as she eagerly sucked on him. He shoved his balls into her mouth, pushing her body around to gain better access to her pussy. He slapped her legs apart and used the paddle on her sensitive lips. She mewed and moaned in pleasure and pain, suckling him as he smacked her.

Still, not a word had been spoken.

He pulled away, grabbed her torso and lifted her up until she was on all fours. He reached an arm around her waist to hold her in place and spanked her bottom again and again with both his hard, rough hand and the nanny paddle until her bottom was bright red and warm. As best she could she turned her head to one side to try to gain access to his cock to suck on him as he beat her. 

The seemed to go on forever. Spanking, sucking, smacking. At one point, she was on her back on the fur rug at the base of the bed as he slapped her breasts again and again. She whimpered and cried out. Her breasts and pussy were as red as her bottom. He revealed a new toy: a carbon fiber cane. Spinning her around onto her belly he smacked her bottom again and again. The angle was bad. He was hitting more on one side than the other, but he didn't change his position for the longest time. Finally, he shifted to the other side of her and brought the stingy cane down again and again on the other cheek, evening her out. 

Then he went back to spanking her with his hand again, generally speaking the most painful "implement" he used. Finally, he pulled her back onto all fours and, with her nearly dripping between her legs, plunged into her with his full, stiff cock. He fucked her hard, pounded deep into her, grinding himself into her, taking her the way he pleased.

When he was finished, her bottom still hot from the spanking, the two of them panting in exhaustion and exhilaration, he got up, towering over her. She turned onto her side to look up at him, the golden light of evening shifting to a darker twilight. 

"Get dressed," he said, the first words out of his mouth since getting home an hour earlier. "We have dinner down the street. When you get ready, put in the remote vibrating egg. I have some plans for some delicious erotic humiliation to go with our meal." 

She felt her insides tingle all over again in anticipation...

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Love Our Lurkers


Well, since Black & Blue, my side-by-side blog with Lizzie started a year or so ago, it's been hard for me to do a posting every week there (well, okay—nearly every week) and keep with up with a separate voice—and content—on this site. So here we are at another Love Our Lurkers day. 

If you're lurking here you're probably bored...or reading old posts. Nonetheless, I want to take a moment to thank you for lurking...and reading. Because if you're here you're probably also visiting Black & Blue. So in either case, with either blog, I appreciate you hanging out, reading and in your own way participating through your pageviews and clicks.

I promise as soon as I have something unique to say that's different from what's going on at Black & Blue I'll post. And when I have time to write some new spanking smut you can be sure I'll put it right here.

Thanks again, lurkers. And everyone else.



Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Is Poly A Choice? See what SLATE has to say...

http://www.slate.com/blogs/outward/2013/10/16/is_polyamory_a_choice.html

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Mostly Blank


If you've noticed as of late I've been rather "quiet" here, it's because most of what I have to say has found its way on to my blog I share with Lizzie, Black & Blue. There, I post "my side of the scene" as I used to do here. There, I make my voice heard in terms of what I'm thinking as it relates to the lifestyle, play, parties, etc. The only difference between Black & Blue and this blog is everything I write there is in context to my life and experiences with Lizzie. It's not the forum for me to be writing about stuff I'm feeling or doing outside of my relationship with Lizzie.

So I'm torn.

Part of me wants to shutter this blog because (it seems more and more) I don't have a lot to say here. But part of me wants to keep it up because when I do have something to say, I want an outlet to say it.

So what say you, infrequent visitor and Fellow Kinkster? What are your thoughts on the matter?

(Oh, and if it makes any difference to you, I have a few Flash Fucktion fiction pieces in my head ready to post when I get an opportunity to sit down and focus. Part of it is I've just been so damn busy lately!)


Monday, August 26, 2013

Vintage Sin

Going through some vintage image research for work the other day I came across this pulp paperback cover, which seems quite risqué for the time (hell, it'd be quite risqué for today — unless you're watching MTV's Video Music Awards).


I know the words wouldn't be as hot as this cover, but still...I wanna read it (and I can, at least a newer version as it's a published-for-Kindle book released in 2013! -- I think the author "borrowed" the cover for his self-published effort).

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Shadow Lane Approacheth

As it gets closer to Shadow Lane in Vegas over the Labor Day weekend and people are making plans to play, connecting on FetLife and beginning to think about what to wear, I just want to share one simple thought with you all:


Lizzie and I will be there and look forward to hanging out, catching up and playing good friends.

If you're going to Shadow Lane, see you there!

Friday, August 16, 2013

More Amusing Discoveries

I continue to not feel very "bloggy" lately. Don't know if it's summertime or if all my content is going to Black & Blue or if I'm just so inundated with work lately.

Anyway, I've been on the road (again!) and have come across a few amusing things I snapped pictures of with my phone.

Here's the first one, found in a quaint seaside giftshop:


Ain't that the truth! And though Lizzie technically isn't a grandmother, she does help occasionally care for my granddaughter.

On my trip I ended up in Salt Lake City and found this little gem in yet another gift shop:


Oh, Utahns. Such an easy target.

Have a great weekend y'all.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Seen at the Dungeon

As I mentioned in my last post, last weekend I spent many, many hours at our local dungeon, Lair de Sade. While I was going around photographing the really well done themed graphics for Sadistic Circus I found myself in the kitchen and realized I'd never noticed some of the bumper stickers on the fridge there.

Here's a few choice ones I thought were really hilarious:




Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Randomness

I'm still utterly, flat-out busy. Here's some general randomness for today's post.

First, I was in Vegas last week on business and was walking through the Miracle Mile Shops at the Planet Hollywood Casino and came across a shop that many spanking devotees who go to Vegas already know:


Yep, the Bettie Page shop, filled with vintage-style dresses and accessories. The part Shadow Lane party goers like best? The spanking machine hidden away in the dressing room!

On to the next randomness. Doing some image research the other day I came across this antique advertisement or sign (I'm not sure). I found it rather amusing.


Finally, had a great Debauchery: Sadistic Circus, the Monarchs' annual hedonistic party and event. An amazing turnout! I helped produce the Big Top show that featured six amazing and over-the-top acts. It was quite a day! I was honored to be involved.


Saturday, July 20, 2013

Seen on the Road

If you're a regular reader, you'll know I'll snap a photo during my many travels when I come across something...irregular or particularly double entendre-ish. 

Recently, we had a family member come in from out of town, so we took her to Universal Studios Hollywood. We had a great time. But coming off The Mummy ride, I saw this sign and had to snap a pick:


All I have to say is, how do they know at that age if they are?

Next, I saw this t-shirt. Admittedly, it's at my local dungeon, but I still thought it was a great shirt worthy of sharing.


Hope y'all are having a great weekend!

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Gingerly...


Walking through Singapore a few weeks ago I saw this in a museum. Seems odd there'd just be some random exhibit on trade routes around Singapore and they'd focus on something so specific as ginger, yet there it was. Of course, it caught my eye, not just because it seemed out of place amongst the other descriptions of cargo typically shipped around the area, but because it's...well...ginger.

So as I wandered the museum my mind got to gingering (no, not figging—that's something you do with a fig), carving ginger into anal plugs, inserting ginger... Which led me to think about the scene in which I inserted said ginger plug and proceeded to beat a bottom with a metal paddle, sending shards, scraps and shrapnel of fresh ginger all around the hotel room. 

(TECHNICAL NOTE TO TOPS/DOMS/DOMMES: If you decide it would be fun and torturous to mash said ginger into the fine bottom of your bottom/sub, I highly recommend doing it in some place other than your own private home. Do it in a hotel, a dungeon, the residence of your bottom—anywhere but your own home. Those little splinters of ginger fly everywhere and then your abode ends up smelling like a strange cross between a poorly ventilated sushi bar and a fancy day spa.)

So when I got back into town, I went to the grocery store and picked up some fresh ginger. I love when I shop for ginger because I imagine most people just pick the thing up, determining how much they'll need for their recipe, and off they go. Me? I'm interested in the shape. Which is the most plug-worthy? Which will be the right diameter, length and size to be carved?

Needless to say, Lizzie is going to get a squirm-inducing gingering very, very soon.

See also:





Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy Independence Day


Since it's been hotter'n Hades the last week or so here in L.A. I thought I'd use this photo (courtesy http://wickedwaysproductions.blogspot.com/2013/05/monster-models-may-monster-madness-day-7.html) for my "Have a Happy 4th" blog post.

For those of you outside the U.S. of A, well, just look at the she-devil's tits.

Hope you Fellow Kinksters have a safe and sane holiday (oh, and consensual too, I suppose).

Sunday, June 30, 2013

A Quarter of a Million

I just had to note that after four years of starting my blog I've received a quarter of a million hits. To think that 250,000 perverts, Fellow Kinksters and others (mostly folks who likely searched for "50 Shades of Gray" and were appalled when then got here) for the most part intentionally came to read my musings, my opinons, my observations, my life changes, my humor, my discoveries, my photos and my ripoffs really is rewarding.

I don't know how a quarter of a million hits relates to other blogs out there and I don't really care. To me, 65,000 hits a year is nothing short of amazing. 

Thank you everyone for following me, for reading my struggles, travails, experiences, fun, sadness and awe.

I hope you continue to stick with it. I'll keep trying too.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Photo Album

I've kinda been drawing a blank the last few weeks, I hate to say. Is it the heat of the summer? Is it because I've been traveling so much? Is it because I've been so busy I can't spare a few spare moments to think about the blog? Yes, yes, and yes, most likely.

So today, so you don't think I've utterly abandoned the blog and forgotten about you all, Fellow Kinksers, I've assembled a short yet very special photo album for you to enjoy.

I was going through my entire archive of Lizzie photos recently to pull together some material for a project we're doing and as I did that, I came across a few very special photos that have significance to me for various reasons. Some of these are from play parties long before we became a couple, some are special for other reasons. I hope you enjoy.


This was a cold winter day. You can tell, yes?



I love this one. The lens, camera angle and lighting make Lizzie's already long, slender legs look even longer and more slender.



I like this one. I spent a lot of time getting the sheets artfully tussled. I love how she looks simultaneously asleep and freshly fucked at the same time. Both of which may have been true at one point or another during this particular photo shoot.



Another fantastic leg photo. Unlike all the others, this one Lizzie took herself, sitting in her window seat. I love her farm house in the middle of nowhere in Kansas. Such a respite from Los Angeles. I know she loves her custom-built window seat, too. So getting a chance to share it with her makes me feel really "at home" with her, even as I was at home with her.



This sexy little anime outfit just does it for me. Look at those beautiful asscheeks peeking out from under that ludicrously short skirt. Fan-fucking-tastic.



I took this one party weekend. I hadn't intended for it to be this artful (IMHO) silhouette. I love it.



I always feel, when I look at this one, that it reminds me of those famous Hugh Hefner photos of Marilyn Monroe. Hot.


Hope you enjoyed.


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Snow White, Slut.

I don't think there's any question I'm a complete perv. Saw this artist's impression of a pinup Snow White and it just did it for me.

What do you think?


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Flash Fucktion: Superhero Fantasy

She walked into the bar in her skintight bodysuit, replete with built-in hood and face mask, leaving only her jade green eyes and pouty red lips exposed. Her gravity-defying breasts and long slender legs were easy to spot beneath the stretch black lycra. She stood in the doorway in her calf-high black Docs, legs spread, and surveyed the room as she licked a peach flavored lolly.


Certainly there would be a superheroine that would be looking for someone just like The Black Mask. She'd been feeling a bit naughty, and thoughts ricocheted around her head as she surveyed the scene. HQ was a pickup place for masked avengers, to be sure, but The Black Mask also knew that this particular bar leaned more toward the sapphic and, even more specifically, toward the kinky.

She marched up confidently to the bar, ordered a gin gimlet, and planted her firm ass cheeks on the edge of a black bar stool built out of a decommissioned WWII-era bomb, fins and all. Drink in hand, she looked around the room again. Some of the dark booths were full of C&L (capes and leotards) in a wide variety of cuts, colors and chest logos. She was looking for a single superheroine who could tame her for the night, but all the braun she saw were paired up...or were with groups...or worse, with groupies dressed in skanky supposed "sidekick" costumes of the store bought variety.

The Black Mask had been working hard as of late—restoring justice, dishing out a little good old fashioned American Patriotism—that sort of thing. So after a week or two of Type A, bitch-in-charge, crack the whip virtue and honor, she just wanted to let loose, get out of her head, relax and get her ass spanked. After all, she was feeling a bit naughty and needed to be over a sexy superheroine's lap for some old fashioned OTK. A strong, gloved hand on a bottom you could forge cutlery on was in order. In short order. As in now.

The Black Mask squirmed a bit just picturing it. It make her damp.

"Excuse me," a voice purred from behind The Black Mask, startling her out of her daydream a bit. She turned to look at the redhead. Fiery, dyed red hair. Equally pouty red lips. Wearing a strapless superheroine two piecer covered in scales.

"Aquagirl?" The Black Mask guessed.

"Mighty Trout," the ginger replied matter-of-factly. "You must be The Black Mask."

"I am," she said, sucking on her lolly between sips of gimlet. "Mighty Trout. I haven't heard of your exploits."

"I'm new in town. May I?" Mighty Trout gestured at the bomb next to her. The Black Mask shrugged and MT sat down on the retrofitted stool. 

"New in town? You must be lonely." The Black Mask attempted to make her eyes as wide as she could without looking cartoonish. Which is hard to do in a black mask.

"I am. I was hoping to find someone in need of some personal discipline."

"As opposed to the usual public kind we dish out?" she asked, suddenly draining her cocktail.

"Exactly."


* * *

It didn't seem unreasonable to end up at MT's headquarters, also known as her small studio apartment in the Castle District. The Black Mask knew what she wanted, but could also tell Trout was nervous. 

"Have you spanked naughty girls before?" The Black Mask asked, coming up behind MT after she had lit a few votives around the room. 

"I have. It's just...you intimidate me. I've followed you since you were a sidekick for Ms. Freedom Ring."

The Black Mask moved up behind Mighty Trout, kissing her neck. MT leaned into The Mask's touch, accepting her touch.


"Now, what I really need is a good spanking."

Mighty Trout turned then, grabbing The Black Mask's wrists, pulling her toward her as Trout stepped back toward the sofa and sitting down. Mask arched her back, presenting her perfectly round bottom to MT and her iron-strong hand.

* * *

After the spanking, Mighty Trout got up, helping The Black Mask to her feet. 

"Woooh," The Mask said, woozy. "That was, uh, amazing, Mighty Trout." She kissed her on the mouth, slowly, a thin tendril of saliva connecting their lips as she pulled away. "You tamed this naughty girl." She had a smirk on her face, but it wasn't from a place of disdain. She was smitten.

"I should get to bed," Trout said, hugging The Black Mask politely. "It's been a busy day of, you know, crime fighting and such."

"Not so fast," The Mask said. She spun Trout around, sliding her hands across the superheroine's breasts and down toward her crotch. "I think I have some other justice to serve after that."


The End.


Monday, May 27, 2013

I'll Have Fries with That


Looks like McD's in Canada (you can tell from the red maple leaf in the middle of the Golden Arches™) is serving up a little discipline with their Big Macs. I don't know about you, but I'd like to serve up some fries with that.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

I'd just like to point out...

...May is National Masturbation Month!




So get to it, people! I'm doing my part!

Thursday, May 9, 2013

"Xray Hand"

So recently I read about slapping a girl's inner or outer thigh so hard it leaves a long-lasting red mark. I've done this for ages but didn't know it was a "thing." So I told Lizzie about it last weekend when we were driving around doing errands and she had shorts on. Nearing our lunch destination (where we were meeting my kids) we decided to give it a go.  At the stoplight I lined up, raised by hand and whack! One single blow, as hard as I could muster in my midsize SUV.

Within seconds the red mark of my hand raised up on the flesh of her inner thigh. But then, something else appeared. Something odd. You could see the bones of my fingers and hand, as plain as day, in white like a stencil within the red of my hand. Once Lizzie stopped seeing stars and finished little o's of breath, we both looked in curious wonder at this:


So I've decided to dub this "Xray Hand." It's my gift to you girls. Anyone want an Xray Hand need only ask when they see me in person at a party or private event. I'll gladly put one on your inner or outer thigh.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Boardwalk Badness Weekend: A Trip Report of Sorts

Everyone rushes back from their weekend parties and quickly write up their thoughts and experiences for their blogs or FetLife postings. I typically do the same. But this time things were different and I needed time to process. My first spanking party was only four years ago at Shadow Lane, back when they were doing them twice a year. Right after that I started this very blog. My first trip report was Shadow Lane's second (and now only) party over the holiday weekend in September. You can go in the wayback machine and read that post here

If you're looking for a real trip report, as I've written in the past, unfortunately you won't be finding one here this time. Instead, here's a deeply personal discourse on what's going on inside my head at the moment.

So what's changed between then and now? Well, everything. Back then, I was married. Things weren't great. Our lives and kink were going in and taking us in different directions. I've written about all that here as well. 

Parties were about promise, opportunity and fulfillment. Meeting new people to fill a void. Taking in as much as I could. Absorbing. Getting as many women over my lap as I could muster before arm muscle spasms and blood blisters would burn out my poor palm. I remember describing myself as an "emotional sponge," trying to take in the intimacy and emotion and connection I so desperately needed. 

I found that in my brief encounters in some ways. Some of those encounters grew deeper into longer term relationships, friendships and play partnerships. I've had loves and losses. I've made many friends and lost a few. But most amazingly, I fell in love with a friend and play partner, Lizzie through the course of this adventure. After I filed for divorce those parties took on new meaning: a chance for us to connect, play and find a deeper place in our relationship. 

Since my divorce, Lizzie has moved in with me and my family. We love, play, do a variety of truly fucked up things, go to dungeons (and that's in addition to the fucked up things!), explore our own D/s and more. As I said to her this morning as I was going out the door, "If I have to come up with one word to explain how I feel it's fulfilled." She's given me so much.

So going to Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City last week came at an interesting time. Lizzie and I spent the first part of this year getting ready to move out of the home I've lived in with my family for 12 years. It was a lot of work to go through stuff, dump things, sell others, pack and move. On top of that, I traveled for business to Europe, we went to a conference together the week before the move, her parents came into town just a couple short weeks after and we then we went out of town for a much-needed vacation, all described here and here.

By the time the calendar rolled around to leave for Atlantic City both us were holding back the urge to shout, "Can't we just stay home?" We had a chuckle when we both admitted that part of what we wanted was just a quiet weekend. But of course we were eager to see friends like Jada, Michael & Kate, Brad and others. 

But something had changed as well. Instead of seeking out those parties full of opportunity and fulfillment—charging our batteries with things we couldn't get at home—we have those things now. Everyday. So the party was an odd new thing for me. If I went before to be an emotional sponge to suck up intimacy and emotion and connection these were things I get everyday at home.

Of course, the party was fun. We enjoyed the vendor fair, the suite parties, hanging out with great friends that continue to become even better friends with each encounter. But that driving need that became the impetus for each weekend is gone. Pfffft. So, aside from reconnecting with friends, what's the party for, anyway? 

This is what I've struggled with since coming back from BBW. How to explain where my head is at with regard to these parties. I enjoy them. I used to love them, to need them. But I don't need them now. I have what I need. I don't have this driving urge to play with tons of people. I got to play with three of the four people I really cared about and wanted to play with in AC. 

What I have to do is discover, for me, what the parties are all about. Are they purely social occasions? A chance to reconnect with friends I rarely get to see elsewhere? An opportunity for Lizzie and I to play in private and just enjoy each other? As soon as I figure it out I'll let you know, Fellow Kinkster.

In the mean time, enjoy the other trip reports. I'm sure they're a great time capsule of what transpired at Resorts in Atlantic City. Once I figure out what parties now mean to me you'll be the first to know.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Sex Amusement Park? Yes please!

Who doesn't love the idea of a sex amusement park? Well, the South Koreans do. They flock to "Love Land" on Jeju Island, evidently. Jeju is known as a wedding/honeymoon paradise, so the idea of a Love Land to get the ball rolling just makes sense...I guess. More a garden with statues that a park with attractions, rides and shows, Love Land is, uh, interesting.

Five lascivious Korean women go on the only "ride" in the park...

An "exhibit" on car sex...I guess.

An interactive display on the urinary tract? Golden showers? I'm a
little unclear on this one.

Who needs a fireworks show?

Even the handles on the bathroom doors are multifunctional.

So if you ever find yourself on Jeju Island, head on over to Love Land. Who knows? Maybe some day they'll open Kink World. I can just see the rides now... Crack the Whip, Top Spin, Dom Mountain and much, much more.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Double Chross'd


Okay, I'm kinda stupid excited about this rare incident, and it happened without me even realizing it. A couple weeks ago, on the same day two of my/our blog entries were Chrossed! One was for Lizzie and my shared blog, Black & Blue, and was our blog entry about our scene in Yosemite. The other was for my spanking short story right here on this blog.

It's a pleasant surprise to get Chrossed, but to get Chrossed twice in one day? Incredible. Thanks for the Chross! We appreciate it.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Atlantic City Bound

Lizzie and I are heading off to Atlantic City tomorrow for SSNY's Boardwalk Badness Weekend. Can't wait to meet up with friends, play, have some intense scenes and enjoy the Boardwalk. Lizzie and I will post reports on Black & Blue (click icon to the right) and I'll write up an update here upon our return.

If you're on your way to Atlantic City yourself we hope to meet up with you there! Drop us a line.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Flash Fucktion: Monica's Quandry


Monica loved men. All types of men. Office men, construction men, police men, firemen, surly men, polite men. She loved the smell of them, the way they looked in their suits and work overalls and uniforms. She imagined the terrible, unspeakable things they would do to her if they realized what a naughty girl she was, the way sometimes she'd go out shopping downtown just to drop her handbag and bend over, knowing her skirt would rise up enough to share a glimpse of revealing stocking or—if she dared—a bit of garter.

Naughty girls could get in trouble with the right men. Men who understood that women who behaved poorly needed a certain amount of...correction. Then, kicking and screaming, a curl of a satisfied grin on her face has she did so, these sorts of men would grab her by the waist, pull her to the sofa, throw her over their firm laps and give her a proper spanking.

Monica daydreamed about it quite often. Mostly because she didn't find the "right man" nearly as often as she would prefer. Because, as far as Monica was concerned, she was more or less "naughty" all the time and needed "correcting" rather continuously, for her tastes.

She'd found a lovely Right Man named Tom. Tom had been taking good care of her behavioral issues for several months. Tom was older, but experienced, and Monica loved the feel of his hands when he spanked her. Firm, strong, thuddy. Sometimes he'd restrain her wrists while she writhed beneath him. It was heavenly.

But Tom was out of town, called away to the corporate office in Cincinnati. She had driven him to the airport to catch his morning TWA flight a few days ago, and to her surprise he had given her a spanking in the back seat of the car in the parking lot. God, she missed that man's hand. And yes, of course, she missed him, too.

He was staying in Cincinnati over the weekend, determined to see a Reds game, so Monica was feeling rather pouty earlier that day about his choices. So when she met Roger at the cafeteria at lunchtime she was smitten. Handsome, strong, blue eyes and—as she noticed before almost anything else—his large hands. The cafeteria was busy as was usually the case on a Friday, so the two ended up sitting across from one another after making small talk in the queue. Roger worked in a law office a few floors below Monica's. He lived alone with a golden retriever. He was polite but something about him made Monica draw to him like a moth to a flame. And it wasn't just those hands or piercing eyes, it was the way he seemed so decisive and intense that intrigued her.

By the end of her salisbury steak and peas Monica had blushingly given Roger her phone number, CA5-4994. And here she was, daydreaming on the sofa, a Friday night alone, her hand slowly inching toward her crotch, when the phone rang so loudly she nearly jumped out of her skin! It had to be Roger! Her mother wouldn't call until Saturday morning, as was her habit, and April had some sort of game night with the church she frequented. What if Roger was calling to ask her out? The phone rang a second time, the bell loud in her small apartment.

"But it wouldn't be right if I went out with other men while Tom's away!" Monica actually said aloud as she reached for the phone. "Hello?"

It was Roger! She felt vertiginous. What would Tom do if he found out? He wanted to go out Saturday. Nothing too serious, just a bike ride through the park and lunch. That was innocent enough, wasn't it? Nothing to feel guilty about, right?

* * *

The bike ride had been fun. The spring day was beautiful, flowers in the park in full bloom. The coffee shop made amazing egg salad sandwiches. Their conversation was pleasant.

So how she ended up over Roger's lap in his amazing bungalow was still in question. How she ended up with her skirt pulled up to her cotton panties as he smacked her bottom again and again until it the flesh was red and she was so warm she'd broken out in a full body sweat was truly a lapse of common sense. But his hands! His hands! Roger was a gentleman, even though her skirt had unceremoniously been yanked up to her waist so he could have better access to her shapely derrière. He hadn't even asked! But she loved it. Oh, how she loved it.

"I am so naughty, Roger," Monica cooed. "So very naughty."

"You are," Roger said, finishing the hand spanking and carefully lifting her to her feet. "Bend over and place your hands between the mattress and box."

"Wait. What?!" Monica exhaled. No one had told her to do this before. She wasn't prepared for something new. 

"Do it." He sounded serious. She looked at those piercing blue eyes. He was serious. Her rational mind completely gone, she stuffed her manicured nails between the mattress and box springs of his double bed. She heard a vvvvvrrrp sound. Catching a glance back, she saw him pull his belt off and he curled it in his hand, forming a loop.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, eyes wide with genuine surprise.

"Show you how naughty you truly are, young lady." And with that, Monica got her first intense strapping of her life, just as Tom jumped to his feet, spilling his red and white striped bag of peanuts onto the concrete steps of the stadium, the home team bringing in two runs to tie the game.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Flash Fucktion: Waiting Upstairs


He was ready for her. The implements were out in his special room off the master bath. (Once, it had been a "hers" in a "his and hers" master bedroom closet set.) The room had been converted to a small dungeon, complete with tile-lined walls and floor, drain in the middle, metal D-rings that had been tied to the studs before the waterproof lining and tile went in. A plumber had asked him what the point was and He had made some remark about a wheelchair-bound in-law moving in, but later He realized how dumb that was. The master bedroom was on the second floor. C'est a vie. 

He had her custom leather and purple suede-lined restraints already clipped to the D-rings. A fold-out shelf was lined with implements ranging from a red leather dragon tongue to paddles of various sorts to vampire gloves. He had texted her earlier and told her to be prompt. He also told her to remove her clothes in the car, so she'd be forced to go from the driveway to the house completely naked. It was dark, so he wasn't worried about random strangers seeing her, it was more the mind fuck of the erotic humiliation.

Just then he heard the doorbell ring downstairs. He looked at the clock on the wall outside the dungeon room. She was right on time. He moved at a leisurely pace, taking it slow as he headed downstairs. He wanted her to have to stand outside, under the front entry light, squirming at her nakedness as he knew she would. He got to the door, unlatched it, and opened it slightly, looking out. "Please...!" she pleased, standing in the light completely nude. He eyed her sexy form. She held a small gym bag under one arm, her feet fidgeting like a small girl.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked, keeping the door open only a few inches. 

"Yes! Please?" she begged. He opened the door wide and let her in, closing it behind him and eying her up and down hungrily. She leaned in for a kiss, but he ignored the move and took the bag from her, setting it aside in the entry. 

"Upstairs..." He pointed. He got a glint in his eye, watching her sexy derrière as she nearly ran up the stairs. He joined her in the short hallway outside the dungeon-slash-closet eyes burning into hers. "Are you ready?" he asked huskily. She looked down at the floor, aware she was already getting wet, and nodded. 

He led her into the cool tile room, carefully wrapping the restraints around her wrists and ankles, tightening them just so, until she was spread eagled and standing in the middle of the room, her arms stretched wide out at shoulder height. He took a cane off the shelf and traced the tip of it along her lips, her breasts, her belly--then he walked around behind her and without warning or warm up lashed out and smacked her bottom six times in succession, each stinging impact progressively harder than the last. By the sixth, she nearly screamed out in the small room.

"Now I have your attention."

END OF PART 1

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

What Gets You Off?

Rarely do I talk about straight sex on this site (hmm...have I talked about sex at all on here? sure I must've). But I was thinking about things that get me off, things that are just hardwired into me that when that button is pushed I get just...well...excited.

Things like this:


Just the simple hint of an ass cheek peeking out from beneath a pair of short-shorts. Hot. Gets me every time.












Or this: How can you not love a moment when a pair unfettered breasts, particularly those with lovely hardened nipples point your way?

Lizzie is an unadulterated exhibitionist. She loves to flaunt what she's got. Not so much as a tease (though I think she loves to do that, too) but just as a means of showing off. If she could, she'd be risqué (or naked) most of the time. Those nipples... 














Then there's this:


The Catholic School Girl. Always a classic. Slutty or innocent. A hot mess or cute. Aggressive or shy. Anyway I can get it, the Catholic School Girl could 



This, of course, also leads to...




...another archetype: the lolita. Of course, "Lolita" refers to Nabokov's famous book and infamous Roman Polanski film of the same name about a hebephile in love and in a sexual relationship with an underage girl.

Like the Catholic School Girl look, the innocent Lolita or cocksure pretend innocent is another fairly typical desire. 

Oddly, I'm not into ageplay at all, but a girl, adopting the mode of young innocent in trouble, makes for a great roleplay scene. "Lolita" has taken on its own meaning in Japan where girls dress up in frilly, short-skirted outfits. It's become it's own Harajuku/cosplay genre there. Even a brand of Lolita™ clothing.

Next on my Get Off list is:


Any kind of BDSM imagery, particularly when it involves power exchange, erotic humiliation or submission.
















A woman in bondage? Hot. A woman being punished (to her liking), even hotter. I remember when some friends at the Lair turned me onto a fantastic DVD title of hot, hardcore BDSM/sex. I still enjoy that title, Fashionistas. BDSM, giving pain and sex, functioning seamlessly, are a perfect thing to me, though with most people I play with the sex part is omitted.




The erotic power exchange. Beautiful.

Then I'll throw in a couple of odd ones. I love women. I love almost everything about them. I love kind of all of a woman. But here are a few, ahem, subgenres that really tickles my fancy:



Why these? Couldn't tell you. But over the years, they've been recurring themes. Makes me twitchy. Love it. Just love it.

You might think it's weird I listed out what gets me off. Okay. Cool. I don't really care.


So let me go down the list of what LIzzie has pulled off for me thusfar:

Ass cheek shorts (that I bought for her, then she started going crazy buying her own...): check

Braless tops, hard nipples: check

Catholic School Girl uniform: definitely check! (Oh, yeah!)

Lolita outfit: check

Power Exchange? Bondage? BDSM? Check, check, check.

Uh...getting off watching Fashionistas with me: check

Superfuckinghot cameltoe: check

Beautiful, full, puffy, perky breasts: check

So 10 for 10. Not bad. Not bad at all. Thanks my pet for providing me with all the fantasies I've had thus far. We've got a lot more to go. But that's yet another post, isn't it?

Better yet, Fellow Kinkster: what gets you off?