Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

We Need More Smut Peddlers

More great vintage pics. So sordid! Found this online and just couldn't resist sharing for all my lingerie-loving Fellow Kinksters.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

The Force is with me.

(It's in my right hand.)

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Why yes, yes we do.

See? Everything old is new again. You think booty-enhancing undergarments is something new? Think again. This ad proves it. I like "A" The Living End. "The derriere is left uncovered...with the "living end" gently pushed up for a natural rounded look." Sure, there are push-up bras, but "B" Open End is a push up panty. 

Of course, if you ain't got no cushion for the pushin' there's also "C" Fannie Falsies. "Slip into this Polyester hi-rise pads into the secret fanny pockets...and he'll think every curvable [sic] inch is really, truly you! What a young and yummy uplift!"

You don't get better ad copy than that.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Vintage Ads

This one would be great for a local dungeon or spanking party. Who doesn't want more fun out of life and make new friends? 

Bootblacks or women into other shoe fetishes (or being forced to lick them) might find this ad rather intriguing. And if you think about this from whenever this ad was originally created for legitimate purposes you gotta ask yourself: why is she naked?

Last but not least in this fabulous set is this fabulous set...of projection equipment! Anyone who may recall "torpedo bras" or simply are a fan of vintage-style women's undergarments will know this model's profile is legit. But...what are we projecting here, anyway?

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Love Our Lurkers 9

It's time again for another Love Our Lurkers day. Actually, two days this year. Started by Bonnie with the tradition continued by Hermione, Love Our Lurkers is the day to say "thanks!" to the regular readers of these oh, so kinky blogs.

Needless to say, I don't have much traffic here any longer. I've mostly migrated all the things I have to say to Black & Blue, the joint blog I have with my partner, submissive and little girl, Lizzie Huckleberry

But, tradition is tradition, and though I don't post much here any longer I still felt I should say thank you to those of you who do check in regularly (or as regular as I post, which is highly irregular). You've been great over the years. Thanks for lurking!

Sunday, October 26, 2014

A New Take on Spanking Movies

Well, when you think of "spanking movies" you probably think of a title from Shadow Lane or something from Spanking Tube. We've all seen the famous John Wayne McLintock! poster with him and Maureen O'Hara OTK over The Duke's lap. So I was rummaging around online recently (does one actually rummage the interwebs?) and came across this:

Anyone see or hear of this 1941 comedy? I hadn't seen the image or heard of the film before. Any spanking to speak of?

Monday, July 21, 2014


The spanking blogosphere (a tiny, gas-filled cluster of stars on the edge of Milky Way) seems to love to post whenever there's a spanking scene or spanking reference in popular media. But sometimes we stumble upon something from the past that at least I haven't seen before. Perhaps you have. Regardless, here are a few vintage/retro gems I came across recently. Enjoy.

No clue what the first one's about or what context there is to go with it, but I know I've felt that way spanking bottoms before (well, not a kid's bottom, that's for sure!). The second is much more recognizable.

I wouldn't want Superman spanking my ass. Even Erica would have to admit that it could be challenging.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Boy Rescued from Giant Vagina

First of all, I said here a while ago I wouldn't abandon this blog even though pretty much everything I wanted or needed to say I was saying on Lizzie's and my blog, Black & Blue. But...when I go to post something here I realize—gulp!—it's been two months! 

No excuses, but things have been extremely busy and hectic. We bought a house and closed escrow at the end of April. We had renovations done over the next six weeks following that. We move this Friday. Between vacation and work I've traveled five of the last eight weeks. 

So you can see how things have been...

But today, when I saw the headline, "Giant vagina gives birth to 22 year old boy" the first thing I thought was, "This must be The Onion." The second thing I thought was, "I gotta post this!"

So, an American student traveling abroad got stuck in a brick sculpture of a giant vagina located at Tübingen University Institute of Microbiology in Tübingen, Germany. It took 22 firefighters to extract him from said vagina.

I'm sure the attempted selfie would have been hilarious. That's sarcasm, by the way.

As you can see, it takes a lot to pull a 155 lb. baby from a brick vagina.

If you're curious to get the whole story, look no further:

Hope you're all doing well and keep reading Black & Blue!

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Poly for All

I was flying through Salt Lake City on a layover this week when I nearly stumbled when I saw this t-shirt in an airport souvenir shop.

I laughed at first. Seemed kinky. But then I thought about it. Sure, it's a laugh, but if I was Mormon I wouldn't think this was very funny. And if I was a girl, I'm not sure this is something I'd want on my chest. What's it say about the girl, even if joking? If it's a guy? Okay...I guess. Certainly a single guy. Not a married one. So...I'm not sure who this shirt is for.

If it said "I've tried Poly" I'd think that was funny and fun (though I still wouldn't wear it). So a shirt that should appeal to me (both for my lifestyle and my sense of humor) but this one just doesn't. What about you?

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Strange Kinks

I am constantly fascinated when I discover new kinks that mystify, squick or raise my curiosity. I start by asking myself what about that thing seemed so interesting, gross or whatever. I want to understand what triggers that curiosity.

Case in point: 

The Panda Inn in China, for lovers of cute, kawaii any-and-all-things panda. I know, you're thinking, "C'mon, it's Asia where cute things are delightful and innocent. Grown women dress as Hello Kitty." Sure, you're right. Until you discover this image in their marketing propaganda:

Or this:

I don't know what goes on at the Panda Hotel, but that definitely costs extra.

I can't tell if it's just an innocent thing, a furry thing or, uh, a panda thing but I found the Panda Hotel utterly fascinating. Do I want to stay in a panda themed hotel and, erm, possibly get it on with a furry? Nope. But I'm curious about those who do and what goes on behind those key-carded rooms.

You can read (in English) about the Panda Inn on the ever-so-slightly snarky Thrillist here.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Rolling Stone on Poly & More

The current issue of Rolling Stone features an interesting article on millennials and their sexual "alternative lifestyles." This ranges from general college-age promiscuous sex to poly. It's a smart read and the first of two-parter. Enjoy.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Flash Fuction: A Predicament

As soon as he stepped out of her view she wondered why she had agreed to this in the first place. She was blindfolded, hands tied behind the back of the wood chair she sat on, naked, ankles tied to the legs of the chair, like the start of a bad interrogation scene with Tom Cruise or something. Yes, she had agreed to this. She wasn’t legitimately worried, but she had never done anything like this before and…well…she didn’t know what to expect. She was anxious and, she had to admit, excited.
She could hear him doing something behind her, setting things on the metal exam table she had seen as he had brought her into the room, one hand on the small of her back as if gently pushing her in. She stood there, staring at the chair and the table and at him as he closed and locked the door to the soundproofed room. She had known him a long time. He was older, but she had always found him intriguing, though she didn’t like to admit it, even to herself.
It had started innocently enough. They had been having a friendly conversation, one that—as typical—would veer into something titillating, whether it was about sex or about some kind of pain or domination scenario. It was never literally spelled out, always hinted at, hidden behind innuendo. Finally, after some back and forth like this with lots of eye contact he said to her, “I think you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” she said with a bit too much false bravado.
“Ready to try.” That was all he said. Then he changed the subject. A week later he invited her “someplace different” the text message had read. Evidently, this was the something different. Naked, in a room with a wood chair and a metal exam table. And fuck, she was hot.
He came around from behind her, looking her over, taking her all in. His gaze was piercing. She felt dirty—and yet she got hotter. “I think you’re a naughty girl,” she heard him say as he moved slowly toward her. Without a sound, suddenly she felt his hand slap her inner thigh. Hard. She was shocked at the pain and she yelped before she knew the sound had even escaped her mouth. The spot burned. She peeked down under the blindfold and saw the imprint of his hand on her skin, a red aura. It was near her crotch, so the warmth traveled up her leg and rooted itself in her pussy. She was surprised to feel herself tingling there.
She hadn’t known what to expect, but she certainly hadn’t expected him to slap her inner thigh. He slapped the other one next, just as hard. “To balance things out,” he said, sardonically. He reached out and grabbed her breast, roughly, squeezing it in his fist. His fingers found her erect nipple and he pinched it. She could hear herself intake breath sharply. A moment later he was twisting both her nipples to the point her eyes watered.
“Please…” she gasped. Again, to her surprise, she felt the palm of his hand connect with her cheek. Holy fuck, he slapped my face! she thought. She remained quiet. The moisture between her legs betrayed the shock of him slapping her.
“What are you begging me for?” he asked, his mouth so close to her ear that she felt his breath and the hair on the back of her neck tingled.
“I…I dunno,” she gasped. She felt him put something on her nipples. He was attaching clamps to them, pinching down on her pink flesh. Starbursts of pain appeared behind her closed eyes. She began to breathe heavily.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. “Wha—what?” she nearly begged. A moment later, his throbbing cock was pressed up against her lips. She opened her mouth to accept it, and felt the warmth slide in. She took what she could of him. She could feel his heat. Her tongue felt it throb. She could taste him. He fucked her mouth, hard, using his hand to hold the back of her head, to force her to take him deeper. When he felt or heard her gag, he pulled out to allow her to catch her breath. This seemed to go on for the longest time. The pain from her nipples and the blindfold made time blur.
She heard him moan and pant. Knew he was close. But he stopped and pulled out, her saliva dripping down her chin onto her breasts. “You trying to get me to come?” he growled. “I’ll decide when to do that.”
She heard him pull away from her, go around behind her and rustle around on the table. He moved things, came back and gently removed the nipple clamps. She was shocked to discover the pain was greater with them off than with them on. New blossoms of pain filled her breasts.
He reached down between her legs and pushed his fingers roughly against her. “You are a wet slut, aren’t you?” he panted. She moaned an unintelligible response she felt was close to a positive acknowledgement. She found herself gasping again as he pinched her clit, roughly twisting it. Soon, his fingers were probing inside of her, her moisture lubricating his roughness. New moans escaped her lips. His fingers moved in and out of her rapidly and she felt the pleasure escalate.
And then he stopped. He slapped one breast and then the other. What was she doing? What had she gotten herself into? This wasn’t at all what she imagined. But what had she thought was going to happen? A playful little roughhousing? Perhaps. She certainly hadn’t imagined being tied up and having her boobs slapped! It hurt! But…she hated to admit to herself…she liked it. She liked being treated roughly. She knew he wasn’t a bad person. Knew he wasn’t going to genuinely hurt her. That made it better. The trust. Still…
He slapped them again, as if reading her mind.
She decided then to stop thinking, to just feel and to let him have his way with her. She released her will to him. And then he untied her, bent her over the chair and pounded himself into her mercilessly.

         She loved every moment and couldn’t wait for what he would do next time.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

BOLD 2014

I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out how to make this blog entry different from what I wrote on Black & Blue. There, I think what I talked about focused mostly on our involvement in bringing The Carter Johnson Leather Library to BOLD 2014. Pretty much all of my experiences at BOLD revolved around the Library in one way or another. I've had a week to reflect on my experiences at BOLD, I think I've figured out more to talk about—likely more about me than about BOLD 2014. 

BOLD, last year, was such an amazing, eye-opening event for me. I got to be with people just like me. People who were seeing the world through the same glasses I was. MDHL-fs people who wanted to commune with like-minded individuals all congregated together to discuss (as the theme was last year) MDHL-fs relationships. With Dom, Sub and Couples tracks to the conference, there was something for everyone.

This year, "Our Leather Roots" was the theme. Understand what a leather family is and where that came from, what the history of leather was (in general and specifically in Los Angeles) was explored. There were still Dom, Sub and Couples tracks—exploring everything from basics (scene negotiation) to navigating poly relationships to more complex subjects. 

I feel like a broken record when I say that just being around "my people" was extraordinary. Lizzie and I went to the Lair Saturday night. We were beat (no pun intended) from long days of hard word, but we went to relax, hang out with friends and talk about what we had been experiencing. That alone was worth the visit. But Lizzie and I also played—a shortened OTK and strapping scene (because we were both exhausted). A new friend we met at the MDHL Meeting a week earlier was there, and I mustered enough energy to give her an OTK spanking as well, which may have been the first time I ever felt a sort of spanking party energy at the Lair. Our new friend was awesome—I sincerely appreciated her writhing during her spanking. I could tell it worked! (Great feedback.)

The weekend finished too soon and by 3 pm Sunday we had begun with a team of volunteers to break down and load out the Leather Library. But we were happy. It had been an amazing weekend.

Monday, February 17, 2014

BOLD 2014 Coming Soon!

BOLD 2014 begins this Friday in Burbank, and I am extremely excited about the event. You can read my and Lizzie's description of last year's event here.  With this MDHL event forefront in my mind, I wrote about my feelings on FetLife yesterday, so I'm reposting here:

Last year at BOLD 2013 I found something I didn't even know I was looking and their women who shared a common belief, lifestyle, experience and view. This camaraderie changed me in a way that I never expected, and that change--those awkenings--are what excite me most about the upcoming BOLD...a chance to experience again the awe that comes from being with people that make me feel like I am at home with others who share the same beliefs and affirmations that I do.

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So this year the theme of BOLD 2014 is "Our Leather Roots." One of the exciting elements of the conference is the West Coast premiere of The Carter Johnson Leather Library, the preeminent repository and archive chronicling the history of leather. Mama Vi has curated a special collection of art, videos, books and rare documents for BOLD. It promises to be a fascinating inclusion to an already amazing event.

If you're heading to BOLD this week please let me know. I look forward to seeing you there.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's Day to all my favorite pinup girls! (You know who you are!)

Sunday, February 9, 2014

My First Wax Scene

I've performed plenty of wax scenes. I'm talking about the first wax scene done to me. This was a real change for me. I wasn't sure what to expect. I was full of trepidation. I had been told it'd be amazing, life-changing, blissful. My scene took place at a local nail salon.

Lizzie convinced me to go get a manicure. She seemed to really want me to do this, so I agreed. Before I knew it, I'd been in a chair for 20 minutes having stuff done to my fingers, lotion applied to my forearms and other solvents, solutions and salves rubbed on my hands and nails for no clear reason, as far as I could tell.

Hot stones were used to massage my forearms and then the wax... Baggies of liquid wax were produced and my hands shoved inside. The bags were wrapped tight around my wrists and my hands stuffed into terry cloth mitts, like a friggin' kitty cat furry, or something. 

Wax congealed, the bags removed, my "scene" was over. 

Someone explain this to me. I can be home and clip my nails myself. If I have a snag I use a nail file to smooth it out. I do this in about five minutes. For free. At the nail place I waited about 30 minutes (Lizzie assures me that if we went during the week this would not be a problem so I'm willing to discount this particular inconvenience). The whole nail experience lasted well over an hour. Of course, that isn't an apples-for-apples thing. There were the stones and the wax and the salves, too. But at the end of all that I was $35 lighter, I'd lost most of my Saturday afternoon and my nails looked about the same (to me, anyway).

Lizzie assured me that they were transformed and with my hangnails gone my hands would be so much smoother when I used them to do...well...naughty things. Hmmm. Naughty things. Maybe the money was well spent after all.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Lifestyle or Loathsome #3

Happy New Year, Fellow Kinksters!

Continuing my series of vintage ads from last year, the question is asked: is this a lifestyle thing or is it simply loathsome in today's society? I ask for your opinion.