Teasing, Permission to Orgasm, and Denial

 

Ahh welcome back readers.  Have you been having some wicked fun?  I certianly hope so. After all summer is supposed to be VERY HOT.  Speaking of which it’s about time to rejoin our Anti Hero’s.   Lack of heat is not something they suffer from as you’ll see. So in the interest of raising things a few degrees and making this summer just that much hotter we offer a tale of pleaure, permission, and much to the Sexy Little Tempress’ dismay a touch of denial. Have no fear she wasn’t denied for all that long in this tale of Teasing, Permission to Orgasm, and Denial.

 

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They entered their space. The night was alive with neon lights as far as the eye could see.  After a few hours of passing as merely friends in public finally being alone again was well over due. He wondered if seeing the pace of his world was something he should not have shown her yet.  It is one thing to be told but another to let someone close enough to understand it’s real demands.  During the early course of the night she teased him on something small and seemingly innocuous, part of everyday banter and conversation. It was cute and well timed.  He simply laughed, dared to look her in the eyes and yet again risked drowning in them then responded for all to hear “it’s complicated”! Which was both true in a vanilla sense and more of an inside joke between them than anyone else in ear shot would’ve imagined.
Now though he had the pleasure of helping her undress.  Her top tossed uncermoniously across the bedroom.  He sat on the edge of the bed, she stood there stealing kisses and smiling at him as he peeled off her tank top. Not long after that reaching behind her irreverently removing her bra.  Then with one nipple in his mouth he pinched the other just hard enough and plac ed his free hand on her crotch. Literally feeling the heat of her lust penetrating through the denim.
Of course her tender and overly sensitive nipples (due to a long session of rough play the day before) “needed” some more of his attention.
 
After a few mintues he stripled her out of her jeans, once again baring the Sexy Little Temptress ‘s mesmerizing ass to “inspect” her for marks. After all she had taken quite a spanking right before bed the night before. It had even crept into her dreams. And several intense sessions over the previous days.
No marks but still very sore, of course he would take full advantage of that later.  So it was rope to start. Two quick wrist cuffs and then making the most of their play space he led the temptress through its vastness with purpose. A veritable dungeon theme park.
She’s tied, more or less in place arms spread wide into a T wrists bound and kneeling on a large bench.   Her legs are coaxed wider as she kneels there her locks cascading onto her shoulders, her flesh cool to the touch from too much air-conditioning. Her gorgeous and sore bottom pushes outward and his hand slides between her legs, teasingly.   The set up was the stuff of a great bondage scene.   And she had been well beaten and pleasured the previous two days now he was going to do something new.
 
She would swim endlessly in orgasms if he let her, and that was typically as you’ve read by now his inclination. His hand danced lighly ascoss her pussy. He stroked her and she pressed towards him, he denied her.  Drew in closer and in a voice that was both kind and controlling at the same time.  “You are not allowed to cum tonight with out permission”
 
She murmured her disappointment.  “Do you understand?”  She responded “yes i am not allowed to orgasm with out asking; and getting permission.”.  This was new, not something necessarily negotiated before hand.  Instead it was a place he went to based on a few passing comments in a note and a conversation. She had every right to tell him to fuck off. But she played along .
 
He touched ever so lighly. All part of controlling her pleasure, of building up to take her to the place of deep intense release but on his terms and time frame. His hand slid into her slowly and just enough. And after endouring the various tourture of his caress it was time to move her.
 
The ropes loosend from the couch but each wrist still bound in it its own single column  cuff and then passed across across her palm giving her something to hold onto and pull against. “What should I tie you up to next?”
After all it was her scene and her answer would provide insight into her wants, needs and desires.  After her insightful input he placed her on the floor using the solid legs on a heavy sofa for to raise her arms above her head but together. During the scene she would draw them across her face and look away as she floated in to that deeply erotic space. Then spreading each leg wide into an “X” and adding rope to them to more or less hold her in place.  Less than perfect ties, not overly strict binding but still more than enough to keep her excatly where he wanted.
The real game was about to begin and as her incredibly sexy tempting little body laid there he had to decide wether to take her to that edge release quickly with the assistance of a favorite vibrator ot to build up and deny her. Slowly bullding then abandoning  the releases she would crave.
Of course choosing to devour her slowly seemed like so much more fun. “Remember you need permission to cum” he reminded her as his finger tips passed across her stomach, up the side of her ribs and then across her sore, aching, and aroused nipples.
“What about multiples?”  She asked in all sincerity.  For the first time he was certian she was truly his in a differnt way. She wanted to please him. A submission different than from up until that point. For a few moments she was only his. It was a chance to live in the moments and she was once again all that existed.
 
“You may have multiples. But have to get permission to cum again when they end.”
And his hands began to move across every inch of her body from the top of her neck with a few finger tips, to the caress of his palms along her hips that all too often he had thought of grabing roughly from behind while plunging his cock into her quick and deeply in an crescendo of pace and controlled frenzy pursuing his own pleasure. That fantasy faded quickly as he went back to the task at hand. Drinking in her body, her surrender and at the same time not letting her drift too far from the present by asking questions.
He began and then stopped, he could feel her begin to tense…the pace changed, the caresses changed, he would stop completely. For just a few seconds bwfore starting again or starting something new.
After a while he took to  tracing the tip of l his tounge up her legs from calf to thigh. Pausimg and biting…just hard enough those delicious spot just beyond her thigh but not yet her pussy. He movEd fluidly beween her legs teasing, his mouth resting across her sex, his breath dacing across her short dark pubes, his tounge maddeningly barely passing between her outer lips at a lanquid pace. A tease, a good lick or three, then nothing. Then again and as she moaned he’d move.
 
He shifted effortlessly back next to her and sunk a finger into her, slow, controlled and sensing she was at her edge repeated the motion. She asked to orgasm and he granted it instantly.
Over the the coming hour he would edge her and stop. Finger her both hard and fast and slow and lanquid again and again her the word “please” never sounded sweeter than when she pleaded to cum. He spanked her pussy with his hand edging her and them using the same mix ofbpain amd stimulationbto a shaking loud orgasm.  After permission was granted of course.  Her legs pulled and the heavy chairs she was tied to inward.  Hebwould adjust them back out wider amd begin again. She would throw her face away from him. Hide in her hair and he brought her back to him being more than just a source of pleasure as his left hand grabbed her throat. His right drove two thick fingers in to her tight and completely drenched pussy.
Each time she asked he decided in the moment wether to deny her completly, grant instant permission, or to make her wait for a breif moment that felt like small enternities.   Power play with pleasure not pain.
The scene ended with a hard multipe that was driven with unyielding speed they collasped next to each other. His white shirt soaked in sweat, her body tepid to the touch but hyper sensitive to pleasure.  After catching his breath he untied her slowly.
Lying there next to her he toyed with a compression tie on one of her lovely breasts. As a unapoken test really. Never intending to complete it but to make sure even in a heightened state of arousal that he could trust her to communcate when something wasn’t working for her. She did and he smiled to himself removed the rope, gave her a good pinch and then led her to bed where she laid covered and calm in a state of bliss while he headed back to a few requirents of his reality.

My Rope Life Rebooted

My Rope Life Rebooted

“Do you want to do some Rope? Are you ready?” she asked.
Boy was I ready but simply smiled and said yes. You know me mister cool sitting across the room. Legs stretched out, arms over my head watching her. Which is not at all an unpleasant thing to do. Yet I remained comfortable and in my own way both engaged and distant. In part because I tend to be very self-aware of my physical size compared to others.
“How do you want me” she inquired.
The real answer was naked up against the wall, then bent over the bar, on the bed, the floor, the hallway, and in the rainfall shower in about six positions. But at this point it was a rope bondage scene based ask not an invitation to fuck her for the next 3 days. Like in the earlier post I went conservative but only went semi Boy Scout this time and offered “bra and panties?” She asked what I had planned and then it was settled that panties only was the right answer. A few questions about what she likes and possibly wants from the scene. So it was interesting as the negotiation was fairly light for people playing for the first time. Though both of us are experienced players in our own right and knew enough about the other to have a lot of the basics covered it still was a bit of a leap (for this often OCD top). So taking the approach of “I’m going to (over) communicate through the scene and need you to do the same” the hemp came out, her clothes came off, and we began. It is interesting because the rope and the scene went to wonderful and arousing places I didn’t plan or expect and wouldn’t have negotiated upfront. A nice surprise (and affirmative consent and re consent used along the way).
For the purposes of the post I’ll classify my approach to rope in 4 categories
1) Decorative – Think two knotty boys style of fusion rope bondage meets a symmetry and lines obsession. Generally speaking I have the most experience with this as it was really my starting point with rope, it was pre Shibari ties by me (yes some do seem to cross over), and is not a purist approach style wise. In case you haven’t noticed someone is not a purist type
2) For pain and/or restraint – while not a big suspension person as I’ve only done a few basic suspensions. There has been enough rope for pain (and/or predicament) bondage scenes (ok a lot of them feature a Hitachi vibrator) to warrant its own classification in my play style.
3) Sex – Rope for sex…that why my bondage kink started years ago. There is always some sexual subtext to it one way or another. Depending on the time period and partner it may or may not be prevalent.
4) Erotic (connective) – So grouping erotic and connective together might seem like a bit odd to some folks but think of the last time you had a truly erotic experience and tell me if you were connected in some meaningful way, actions or lustful thoughts with your partner(s).
Now back to the scene…
So there’s the hot Sexy Little Temptress and the first set of ropes pass through the bite and go around her body. It’s our first dance like this. It was a setting not more than 6 hours before I wasn’t sure we what we would be doing. For me it was a first not just time tying her but using rope that wasn’t mine (outside of a class setting). For her it seemed to be first approach to a decorative bondage (only) scene.
We chatted as the rope encased her chest. With the harness in place I wrapped the extra rope in to a decorative handle. Which would be perfect for throwing her around like a rag doll but was about adornment. Pretty rope on a pretty woman. So I gave it a tug, moved her just a bit, smiled like the devil behind her back and then reached for another coil of hemp.
Moving into the corset part of the tie. We talked less, my hands slow and sure, Speed was not important, neither was aesthetic perfection of the lines (though I did just fine there). It was about learning her body, reactions, and making sure that what was working for me was working for her. A lot of the times when I tie it’s about the tying. Sure the other person is important but they aren’t always the main focus. And it started that way however somewhere towards the end of first length in the corset and midway into the second it happened. The tone of our voices dropped, it softened, whispers and hushed tones. The conversation when there was any became about her and the rope as I drank her in. Admiring and learning her body, noting her reactions her body language and maybe starting savor the wraps that went around her torso again and again. It was then that I began to connect with her inside of the scene.
It was not about the rope now it was about her and only her. The rope a tool that I passed over body, adjusting passes, replacing lines, admiring the patterns it left on her skin. She turned to look in the mirror. I stood behind her. Gently touching, fingers tracing her shoulders, neck, and upper back. With permission and some encouragement tracing over the ropes, then down her arms, across the outside of her hips, her thighs, then back up. A hand in her hair. Then a nibble on her neck, grazing her nipples, then a pinch…just enough. She moaned and I repeated the dance of fingers on skin and rope over and over again. Our bodies close never losing some form of physical contact.
We exchanged glances, touches, a few words and continued to share a few extra moments of our first scene together quietly. Before knowing for certain I’d write about her all I could think of was how tempting she was to me. I had to check my lust, my desire, and several other things including my own boundaries (internal and external) many of which I had chosen to go past what was expected. It was a different type of play it wasn’t rope with a person who also liked rope. It had ventured (for me) into connective, sensual, and erotic.
Loosening the knot that held the piece in place. The ropes came off at an even more measured rate than they went on. The scene played out in slow motion. Nothing frantic or rushed, speed or more accurately the lack of it mattered as each pass unwound in an almost measurable subset of eternity, reverberating against her skin and the remaining rope. Long slow listless pulls through the bite. A few changes in pace, position, and tension until the last length hit the floor. It signified the end of that scene.
My gaze was met with her cute little smile, that beguiling innocent look, mixed with a deep an eroticism so few possess. An undeniable Sexy Little Temptress; our time together had just begun. Perhaps my rope life had been rebooted.
Editor’s Note: In case you missed it you can read the first installment of their story Wasted Space, The Stupid Man and the Sexy Little Temptress. If nothing else it provides context to this piece.  Over the coming weeks and months it’s my sincere hope there will be many more installments which you can find in this new handy dandy category that’s been added to the site.
– Mal

When “I want to tie you up” leads to “you need a new local girlfriend”

The title pretty much says it all, or at the very least it was how the conversation ended.   My world is a little weird and I’m the first to admit I’m a little more askew than the square peg trying to fit into a round hole analogy.  First off make no mistake I love the Chesty Blonde and we have a great relationship, well established limits, and in fairness a certain amount of a Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy.  Before everyone screams “wait that’s cheating!” it simply means there are details about relationships we just don’t discuss.  Apparently she’s not interested in all the details.  I’m a detail guy and she feels no need to know “and then I tied a half Sexy Latinahitch followed by”… a who gives a flying fuck.  She doesn’t even want that level of detail when I talk about what I did or am planning on doing to her.  Things usually go like this one of us says “I’m going to XX with Y” and the other says cool.
 
So somewhere along the way I learned to stop asking certain things.  Asking her to take pictures is one of those things that is almost but not quite a hard limit for her.  But being who I am sometimes that is a problem for me.  She get’s jealous of me cavorting with brown eyed brunettes and I get pissed because she hates when I want to take pics.   Sometimes though I ask and at times even push that issue. So there I am after shelving my novel for 4 years finally getting around to releasing it.  One of the things that came out of that was looking at how to promote the book.  Victoria was a big part of me deciding to do so and she by profession deals with promoting things.  We came up with the idea that if by 12/31/12 at least 1,000 copies by get sold or downloaded that I should do a new shoot with the Blonde.   In truth we figured the only way we’d get there is by running an online contest to promote the 4 days it will be available from free for kindle to anyone and everyone and combining that with some other paid promotional type things including online advertising.    As we lined that out I began to contemplate the shoot.
I could care less about making any money from the work but they idea of having it get to 1,000 copies as as a goal to make the Blonde Dress up in some sexy new get up that I pick out, doll her all up, tie her tight and then get pictures of it, well that part I did care about.   A few days later I pitched the idea to her.  In my typical stupid fashion I thought I had covered all the bases.  “No face shots, no kitty shots, nothing of the sort just lingerie, some decent rope work, and maybe a good off camera fuck when all was said and done.”  To me this was a no brainer, it was a reason to play and add an element to it that I liked that we rarely do.   And that my friends is where it all went off track
 
“Are you fucking crazy” was the first response.  As harsh as this seems I actually here this one a lot and it didn’t faze me.   I explained I wasn’t joking and thought it might have a good appeal.  I always tell her she’s far more popular than I’d ever be both on looks and on personality.  She’s fun, friendly, and genuinely likes people.  “No one wants to see that”  it is her standard defense mechanism I hear it a lot too.  She’s beautiful but doesn’t ever want to flaunt it.   It is in its own way an innocent charm most of the time but every so often it makes me bat shit crazy because even if no one else in the world had no interest I do otherwise I wouldn’t ask. A fact that despite trying to explain it for a millennium she just doesn’t get.  I insist  “yes people would want to SEE THAT” a few more back and forths a bit of pitching and selling on my side and more rebuffs that were trying to make it absolutely certain no fucking meant no fucking way.  Then she started suggesting other people…this was a new tact “ Why don’t you tied up The Green Eyed She Devil and Take Pic of that? Upon learning Victoria was part of the planning she suggested I use her for a shoot.   The irony is she damn well knows the Victoria has made a standing offer if I ever want to go to Shibaricon or any other event with or without the Blonde that she’d go too. So that one was a gimmie if I wanted to go there.
So in the next 10 minutes the Blonde would literally recommend every woman she could think of that I’ve ever played with and several that I haven’t as potential replacements for her in my proposed adventure.    Usually I have a sense of humor but something about this was not only rubbing me the wrong way but flat out beginning to piss me off.  That’s when she said it “I think you need a new local girlfriend, one who likes to take pictures”
 
The entire issue was the idea of the camera, we determined all of the other things were not only inbounds but might actually be fun.  After that she suggested again “I think you really do need a new local girlfriend”  I think the unspoken part of that is one who likes to have lurid pictures taken so I’ll leave her the fuck alone.

Realizing You’re the Mean Guy

Disclaimer: Before this begins I’d like to thank Jade for allowing me borrow her term for this post.  Neither she or her Mean Guy were in anyway involved in my activities although without her relationship and writing I’d have never seen myself in this exact light.
–          Mal
 
Do I look Bothered by Jan Murphy Photo from Deviant ArtSo there I am literally in the middle of a relatively intense scene, a lovely woman who was well tied, and well tortured much to her blissed out delight by that point was squirming deliciously just inches from me as we kept her on the edge of orgasm for a cruelly elongated period of time while continuing the torment.  Somewhere between deciding whether to pick up a cane or crop and what part to beat (again) next for some uncanny reason I thought of Pieces of Jade and her blogs. Then the thought hit me “Holy fuck I’m the Mean Guy”.
I openly admit to being a sadist but by no means consider myself to be an edge player or at all hardcore.  Sure I love to play rough and at times I like to push limits but thinking of myself as the mean guy out of the two of us that were topping caused me to stop and take note.   I may be wrong, it may have just been my perception, who knows.   I’m not much for titles and actually have a hang up on not having one still the term struck me. It wasn’t the first time I dual topped a scene but wasn’t  the first time it hit me I was the one driving the action in more ways than one. It was the first time I stopped to think I was the crueler of the two at that moment in time.  It seemed to be a label that fit.
In this case I watched her Dom’s face for additional clues beyond her reactions as to was I getting her where she wanted to be or perhaps taking her too close to her limit. Even as I was wresting with my new found self image as the Mean One in the situation it was awesome to have another person there that was an additional checkpoint for guiding my cruelty.  After all making sure you hurt people in the way they want is really what it’s all about.  (Damn that looks weird written out but if you’re reading this you should get it).  The scene continued to progress and the room ultimately looked like a fetish super store exploded with rope, whips, floggers, paddles, and belts everywhere.  Vibes were tucked strategically in the ropes and set to obliterate as I showed my co top a few of my favorite wicked little games and he still denied her a release.  Later somewhere during pulling hair and cropping the bound set of tits I stepped back to watch for a while.  Then I rejoined working the ropes a little tighter, adding a few short ropes to increase the pleasure and or misery (I give credit where credit is due short ropes are literally a trick I picked up from Jade’s Mean Guy at a GRUE demo a few years back).
 
As that scene wound down a little while later I went into pure top mode as I tied her again which culminated in a hog tied sub that took a hard good old fashion spanking with each of us torching one side of her ass even more.  The night ended with her across my lap taking her 4th spanking of the night in addition to all the other play.  Selfishly this one was all about me as I made her back arch, found the most tender spots and went after them… perhaps repeatedly.
Afterward we talked about the fact we could have played harder, but why risk running something that was working for all involved.  I could have taken things somewhere much darker, but didn’t need or want to.  Hell I was just having fun which is why we do this stuff after all isn’t it?  Most importantly days later upon reflection I’ve come to grips that maybe just maybe with certain people and in certain situations I’m the Mean Guy and do you know what?   After pondering what that might say about me and my relationships I’m still perfectly Ok with whatever I am whether it’s cruel or kind. Besides we’re already looking forward and planning the next time. I got to admire some of my handiwork in a picture taken 24 hours after the scenes ended and despite the marks, lingering redness, and bruising was told she loved every second of it.  Just as I was assuming I was the perfect amount of mean after all she told me “but it doesn’t hurt that much today and I can still bounce on the spots in a wooden chair.”  I replied “Guess I’ll have to beat you harder and longer next time”  She more or less just giggled and told me that was a great idea.   All in all some days it’s good to be the mean guy.

Old Playmates, Lovers, and Jealousy


Live Performance “Tryst @ Little Red Studio 05/2010” from Twisted Monk on Vimeo.
So if nothing else life is Ironic.  I’m reading the latest issue of Playboy to the Chesty Blonde and there is a fact about old acquaintances reconnecting through Facebook creating “romantic turmoil”.  It’s a topic I’ve touched on in the past.  Then I log on to my personal FB account and there it is starting me right in the face…another name from my past.
It’s funny that on my lifestyle accounts I can have anyone in the world and the Blonde doesn’t flinch Porn Stars No Problem, Old Lovers and Playmates…again no issues.   Nude’s and graphic videos and pics of people I know being very, very dirty…all the better.   People I did or do absolutely obscene things to in the name of expressing my sexual drive no worries.  She doesn’t break a sweat.  She knows that there is the part of me that needs that sort of outlet for my own satisfaction after all whether its showing or not I am a carnal person most of the time.  Enter the other page…after all even I need to keep my lifestyle hidden from most coworkers, parents (remember my mother calls me a pornographer), great Aunt Mille and the like.  It’s sort of my own don’t ask don’t tell policy…don’t ask about what I do and I won’t tell you but if you ask well then all bets are off.
The funny part is most of my adult world knows me and has for 25+ years as Malflic.  One would think when wanting to find me that is where they would look but apparently my birth name is far too tempting.  Here’s what I’ve learned in the past few months about folks that don’t fit that group of old lovers and playmates or a few who treat the past as the past.
1)      A girl you went out with in high school as an underclassman for 2 months may seem harmless but she is far more dangerous than the slut you tied up last week sending pictures of her latest aerial session with disco balls hanging from her nipple rings.   OK so they were Christmas ornaments but I still think they look like disco balls. Lock up your husband and watch out for the Nilla’s.
2)      The now intensely Christian mother of her own large brood of bible toting types who happens to be a reformed slut I did in a group setting on a pool table 22 years ago sends me a note.  I accept the request btw her profile picture was taken in the front of a church.   She is probably just a Jezebel lying in wait for the next aloof deviant to come along. Tired of the holy life with a seemingly nice conservative looking man.  I see the threat.  OK not really.  Let’s do the math no matter what you call me I am not religious.  Still I heard about it.  In this case I’m not surprised which profile she chose.
3)      When talking about an email from an old acquaintance your first statement apparently shouldn’t be she use to have a fucking slamming body…and the follow up also should be well damn she still does.  Funny the Blonde was surprised I remember the woman for her body.  I wasn’t she wasn’t a classic beauty she was fucking hot!  Still I suppose I should react a little differently but when I can show her a pic from a current friend or nudie mag it’s all fine.  My honesty is part of the dynamic of our relationship.  Sure the lifestyle one would have fit except she has no clue about my lifestyle.  Score one more for Birth name.
4)      Having a friend who has spent the last 20 years working in the Porn industry is fine. On that front some things never change. He used my non lifestyle FB but then again he was also using his birth name and not the one he does business under.  Makes sense to me.
So I’ve started telling her upfront when I hear from a person who has been 10 or 20 years removed from my life shows back up.  Everyone has boundaries and this seems to be one that I never expected.  So when a woman who she probably should be worried about her intentions pops up.  She reminds me “she owes you a picture of her new tits.”  Maybe it was because she knew her and we all use to hang out and party some.  Maybe because she was a person the Blonde knew the history of and that we had been “friends” long before the Blonde ever entered the picture.  Maybe because years ago I had in some way made it clear that that particular relationship and person was not one I’d forgo.  Maybe it’s because in her own twisted way the woman in question was a lifestyle person.
So it’s yesterday afternoon.  I ‘m not doing much as I lay in front of the TV watching The Incredibles on DVD and I begin surfing.   I log into fetlife and pine over missing Shibaricon but it was cool to visit with family over the weekend. I checked Email and twitter for the first time in days.   I showed the video at the top of the page to TCB and tell her how hot I thought it was.  She tells me I’m a geek and she still prefers the Idiot Mitten video.  Then absentmindedly I logged onto FB while being told I do not “need to buy 8mm rope”.  I’m surfing my own little wave in my own little world,  babbling about needing leathers and still not finding new boots.   Then randomly I log in under my birth name.  There is was an email from a stunningly beautiful woman who I had not laid eyes on in 25 years when were just kids. I mention it to the Blonde. She just looks at me and asks “any history there”.
Now this is where I’m faced with a choice of how to answer.  I smiled and said “well a little bit we used to play together and she was one of the first people I tied up.”  The Blonde pondered my response offering “I knew you started young but didn’t realize it was that young”  I just laughed like the devil and grinned the widest wicked grin.   The Blonde can be a very jealous girl when she doesn’t know about something and I could see that streak rising in her.  So being the sadist that I am I let it sink in as I typed a little note back to my long lost friend.  Finally letting her curiosity  get the better of her she asked if I knew from the email what she was into these days.   “No clue considering we were playing army when I tied her up.”  She looked at me “Army? You were doing an army role play?”  Still laughing  “No I wasn’t doing a role play I was playing we were 8 maybe 10 there was nothing more to it than the fact I caught someone on the other team.”
And just when my lover looked a little relieved I added “but I can’t help but wonder what she’d look like all tied up today” Did I ever mention my cruel sense of humor?

Playing with Miss Victoria’s & Her Play Thing


Malflic - The view of the world from his favorite Mexican Place
Malflic - The view of the world from his favorite Mexican Place

Show Notes

In this Episode Malfic cavorts shamelessly with one of his favorite Mistresses, the Sultry Little Viking Mistress Victoria Christiansen.  Who he insists on calling Miss Victoria.  The recording took place on a Friday night and in between the back and forth verbal jousting that is as insightful as anything he tells the story not only of his friendship with Victoria & their relationship but the impact it has on one of her  lovers.
As always it’s loaded with the request amount of dirty words and innuendo laden dialog the show breaks rank from being heavily scripted to a real conversation and back again all while poking fun at Malflic as he laughs along with that dirty little chuckle of his at the insane lifestyle choices he’s made.
To read his other works visit malflic.com, to follow him, listen in on semi private conversations, or just to hear him rant and profess his undying love for coffee check him out on twitter.

Victoria
Welcome to Malflic’s Exercising my Demons.  I’m Mistress Victoria unless you know who is involved because  something in his vocabulary forbids him to use the word mistress and if you want to shut him down completely try calling him master.    Seriously it’s the BDSM equivalent of Whisky Dick, he just quits working right then and there.   Despite that I’ll be your host today as we explore Malflic’s Unique relationship with me and his over whelming desire to simply fuck with people;  just for the hell of it;  Even if it’s one of my own play things.
Sure he’s got a hang up on titles but other than that he really is a twisted sick soul who truly revels in other people’s discomfort and pain simply for his own amusement.  Not that I’d know anything about that personally.  (Bratty) Talk about Masochsim…The Chesty Blonde has been with him for nearly 20 years.  Let’s see all you edge players try to do that!  It makes breath & fire play seem like going down a playground’s toddler slide on a sunny spring afternoon at the local park.
So sit back, relax, let your imagination run wild…as Mal tells his version of the story of playing with one of my playthings. And so we begin.
Malflic
Victoria Christiansen is one of my closest friends in the world.  Above all else she also might just be the woman I share the most unique relation with.  We’re both huge literary whores, borderline or full fledged deviants depending on the topic at hand and I can only imagine her drive for carnal desire pretty much closely mirrors mine.  A man has to adore a strong willed, saucy little defiant Viking after all.
Most years I spend more time talking with her than I do with the blonde and she’s always in the middle of some great adventure which keeps our conversation content fresh and interesting.  I’ve asked her to do some things that I’ve never asked another soul to do…truly dark and pain filled thing like proof reading volumes of text of my first draft deranged text.  Talk about an exercise in true masochism.  Try being the test read for 150,000 of my unedited words penned during various states of sanity.
To put a very fine point on it if I actually got off my ass and was going to Shibaricon or BMSL but the Chesty Blonde wasn’t going with me or we wanted another friend along for the festivities Miss Victoria would be the first in line.  I know this because she’s told me so several times.  I like to think she might have to fight a bit for that first spot; however that could just be ego on my part.   Besides the more the merrier.  Every time I catch an event that mirrors her travel schedule I call her to let her know. We talk about things most people wouldn’t discuss at all with their best friend, priest, or shrink let alone casually in mixed company.
Recently I was asked to show up at a private party to read a few of my erotic works, tie a knot or two, smack a few asses and tweak some nipples.  Clothes pins and clamps anyone?   I didn’t go down quite that way but was close.
She was the first person I called to tell about it.  Victoria’s the one who helped me decide what I would read, BTW 118 Seconds of Bliss, Do you Like to watch? an Interlude with a Masichist, and a few chapters from my book.
She was the safe call when I arrived & left to let her know I had not been abducted by anyone and nothing freakier than could be expected had occurred.  Before you get any idea this in not a story about me trying become a public rigger.   There are a lot of people with great skills who do that already.  I’m not one of those.  My play is with friends in private so this was a special treat for me.
Bondage to me is as more about art, energy, and imagery more than sex…with exceptions of course.   Sometime the rope is all about sex…ok sometimes its also about pain…but not always.  Sometimes it’s about power but most often and increasingly it’s about the imagery and potential pictures it might produce. Well in any case when it’s not about sex.
So imagine you have a relationship similar to what I described but instead of being me you’re her.  Now you have to explain not only who I am to a new person in your life but a host of other things including why you were “playing” with that other person, why I keep calling at all hours of the night, the number of times you’ve been to said couple’s home for a weekend.  Even detailing some of my relationships with others she’d come to know or be very aware of.   Most people would have done so delicately, with a tentative and warm heart worrying about how the other might perceive them . Instead though one day when the light finally went on in her play things head it was time to add a sadistic streak to a somewhat more traditionally minded male, a very sick sense of humor, and a healthy does of Miss Victoria.
You see I believe that she has strong switch tendencies.  In most places I’ve seen her she’s definitely the one calling the shots but when it comes to me she’s enjoyed playing the role of the wicked little brat.  Who am I to question relationship dynamics? It works pretty fucking well for me so I’m certainly not complaining.  Still she does like her boys kind of big, rough, and capable of an orgasmically good mind fuck.
So it’s a quiet evening at an exclusive restaurant when the topic of moi came up.  Over a lovely candle lit dinner on a romantic night between two lovers is exactly where you’d never expect me to be the topic.  What I do and discuss isn’t exactly most people’s idea of good stimulating conversation uless its not the brain you’re interested in stimulating then I’m your man.   Talking about your unique relationship with me is  the dating equivalent of going to see Fatal Attraction on a first date.  Which I was actually stupid enough to do once upon a time.  She picked the movie and my dick when nowhere near any part of that little tart.    Victoria continued the conversation  as she explained who I was, some of my proclivities if you will.   It was the first time the light really went on that the guy across the table wasn’t exactly hearing about some random boy next door type she knew but rather someone who was much darker.
Most Men are really timid creatures, few live boldly, even fewer can walk the walk.  So she suggested he go read a few things and listen to the bits we’ve done together.
Since the topic is Miss Victoria and well it’s a Friday night and the naked nurse hasn’t started her shenanigans yet now’s a great time to get to know my dear friend Victoria a little better.
Malflic goes off script and story line to discuss his ass, shoes and other assorted things with Victoria
Resume the Story
Mal- That was very insightful.  Rock n Roll isn’t the work of the devil the internet is.  I can prove it you’re listening to this smut right now and wondering why your kitty is wet or you have a boner.  Fucking pervert!  Now back to my version of things.
Mal You see I’m not one of the possessive types.   I’m sort of like a magician pulling random rabbits out of my hat to amuse myself at any given moment.  Abracadabra a bouquet of flowers. Poof a quarter disappears.   After all I do have a thing for bunnies of all flavors, particularly milk chocolate and bondage.  Even the Marge Simpson centerfold in Playboy held some kind of strange appeal and I’ve never even gotten to first base with a cartoon character.  Though some one sent me a lovely wonder woman picture recently that made me have some of those thoughts.
Victoria’s So as my play thing start to get nervous he starts asking when this all began.   Jesus Malflic is usually dressed as slick as the devil stands 5”10”, weighs in at 225 pounds and is damn proud of it.  So it’s not like he just appeared out of thin air but my play thing is very inquisitive about Mal and asks the requisite questions like
Is he a convicted felon (No)
Is he  a serial anarchist? (No)
Doe his wife know about all of this?  (of course) I tell him oh she’s The Chesty Blonde.  Then I showed him a few pictures that answered that one pretty simply.
Is he hung like a stallion?  Of course isn’t that the question so many people really want answered.  Give you a hint girls.  I know the answer…and I’m not telling.
Still my Plaything was worried he asked about slight of hand and is it all just an act (no).  Do you think anyone can really talk about this stuff like he does and not be into it.
Mal – Some Guys know sports stats, scripture or history. Me I know Smut & Sex.  I’m a student of those topics.  It comes natural and might be my greatest gift in life. I haven’t gotten a lot of complaints over the years.  Tons of requests, a few complaints.  Mostly things like, Hey get off my hair although Janet said my sexual appetite was average.  That might have been a complaint because based on what I know it sure as hell wasn’t a statement of fact.  There was the one time the a woman figured out her room mate was fucking the same guy…me!  I guess that one could be called a complaint among other things.
Victoria –Ok are you finished?
Mal-Maybe
Victoria- Here’s a deep dark secret of his if you’ve scene’d with the man he does become the role and despite the image he is a twisted as can be he’s got a really big ……(long pause)  soft side.  He is really sweet even with a flogger in his hand.
Mal-Smart Ass.  That’s going to cost you!
Victoria – Lemon Meringue Pie!
Mal-Oh so you wait all these years to finally pull that one out!
Victoria -lemon meringue pie his default choice for safe words.  Which despite probably having some deep seeded horribly disturbed meaning I don’t care to know about also eliminates that particular dessert from any food play I suppose.
Mal- I’m not really into food play, a little chocolate sauce, some whipped cream, some Vanilla ice cream on the nipples from time to time and flavored body paints.   Besides we’re not playing we’re talking it doesn’t count. You can only use a safe word during a scene not a conversation outside of a scene.
Victoria- oh really! Just like a top, changing the rules just to get your way.  What are you going to do to me? Give me every dirty little detail.  Better yet show me.   I do have a few idea’s if you’re lacking any.
(insert15 second musical interlude with sound effects)
Victoria Umm yep no safe words were needed for that.  So Back to our story.  About three days later I mention to him in one of our stupidly late, extremely long, I like things that are extremely long, conversations that my play thing was going to be appearing in a particular city.
Mal- It just so happens that I’ll be leaving that same city that very day.  I see the infinite possibilities. Immediately!  I know about this poor mystical friend of her.  I know that he was recently uncomfortable with the thought of me and I’m faced with a few options.  Let it slide, not a chance in hell.   Meet him and make him feel all safe and nice and secure.   Yeah not exactly what I’m in the mood for.  I fuck with people for fun and profit and this was my idea of a bonus version of fun time for the week.  After all it was going to be nothing more than a meet and greet and little chat if I had my way.
I had my own list of questions and none of them.  OK almost none of them had anything to do with other people’s relationships.  Sadly it didn’t work out.  Sure Victoria called her little play thing to find out what time he would be arriving, where he would be going etc and as usual my schedule was completely fubar’ed.  So we didn’t get to meet.   I thought of walking though the airport and calling out his name.
Really call out some ones name and even if they don’t know you they stop and look.   Can you see it now my wing tip wearing pin stripe suit clad ass walking through a huge airport calling out the name of a person I’d never met or spoken to just to see if I could make them pull a Houdini and appear out of thin air all for my amusement and so I could torment the poor soul for a few passing seconds.  Well its not a traditional for of sadism but it would work in a pinch.
Instead I went trolling through the airport to my gate passing by hundreds of nameless faces.  I got on my plane and there it was decked out in blue synthetic fabric.  A beautiful, young flight attendant.  I was certain I had died,  She had big full bright pink lips, about a c cup, tiny little waist dangerously curved hips and full firm heart shaped ass.
Suddenly all thoughts of Miss Victoria’s plaything were lost until tonight.
Outro Victoria And there  you have it folks what a group of kinksters do on a Friday night.  They find people to play with.  We hope you’re lucky enough to do the same!  This has been exercising my demons.  If you like what you’ve heard be sure to subscribe we’re in all of your favorite podcast directories and even I tunes where you’ll find us listed in the podcast directory under Malflic.  Have a show idea or something you’d like to tell us?   Send us an email at show@malflic.com Do us a favor and digg & link your little hearts out and tell all your friends about us.  We really do appreciate it.
And don’t forget Mal is also on twitter babbling incessantly not so much about sex but the more amusing mundane events of his day.  Coffee tends to be one of his favorite morning topics.  Next time on here the topic will be an exploration that included the Chesty Blonde titled Rope Bondage Hemp vs. MFP.
Mike where the fuck do you come up with this shit?  Really? You’re doing a “semi scientific show about different types of rope?”  Go head start a holy war why don’t you.  It’s like bringing up religion or politics!
Yes I know know you make fun of those things all the time!  Well on that note its time for me to go.  This is Mistress Victoria, and I’ve enjoyed playing with you tonight.
Now where is that little subbie boy I brought with me? I need a drink.

An unexpected use for bondage rope

In this life one can never know where things will lead.   Just when you think you crossed some final imaginary boundary the unimaginable happens.  Its mid week and I managed to catch a flight back from a trip that got me in around midnight.  There is not much better than coming home a day early to a house stocked with booze, food, and a very naked Chesty Blonde.  Well the food and booze are for the pagan festival we’re hosting this weekend for Halloween but the naked woman was all for me.  So after a very , very nice welcome home  and a little small talk I dozed off to sleep.  The next morning I wake up stupid early, listen to a series of foreign accents arguing on a conference call even before the coffee pot finishes working its magic, and am stumbling around in a stupor.
At the heart of the matter even though my life is deranged both professionally and personally by most people’s standards but the rest of the house hold lives a very normal existence and despite my lack of faith the kids attend catholic school.  At their school they have a saint parade where they have to pick a saint, do a report and then dress up as that saint. I guess it’s sort of the anti Halloween party thing.  One year I picked the kids up after their “saint party” dressed as the devil since our annual party was that night and the theme was Heaven and Hell.  Despite my hedonistic existence, blasphemous behavior, and 16 years of overpriced catholic education I had no idea that saints used rope to hold their clothes on.  I thought it was the sole province of the Hill Billy side of my genealogy which I am sure none of whom are even remotely qualified for canonization.
The following conversation took place over breakfast yesterday.
The Chesty Blonde (TCB): “ Lilly needs some type of belt for her saint costume”
Me “ um ok”  at this point I’m laying in front of the fire place nursing my morning addiction and admiring my partner’s cleavage beneath the tight black cami.
TCB  “ I was thinking some type of rope for a belt”
Me “ ok what kind of rope?”
At this point I’d like to point out I’m a bit of a rope coinsure, it’s not a surprise to most people reading this and certainly not to TCB. So I continue.
Me   “so what color?  Do you want something natural or MFP?” the list went on and on.  Amelda Marcos had closet full of shoes she’d never worn and I have bag of rope that never been used “just in case”.
TCB  just rolled her eyes as I scampered off with coffee in hand to collect an assortment of rope I’d not yet gotten around to using for a more nefarious purpose. Upon my return I heard.
TCB “can we cut it?”
Me “ do we have to?”  Mean while a pair of EMT shears were well with insight. I brought them along out of habit more than anything.
It was decided that a 10ft piece of new natural Twisted Monk 6mm hemp was the right look.  So I knotted the thing and  unraveled  and frayed the ends to where I  had finished the rope all while doing a small diatribe how whipped ends were so much better.  I figured that eventually I’d have to cut it to fit as a belt but it wouldn’t be the first time I’d cut a piece of rope.
I spent the next 15 minute tying and untying a series of cuffs and shackles on the Blonde with various other ropes while sipping coffee.  She looked bored but humored me and eventually made an off hand comment about me being out of practice when one knot was slightly askew.  I reassured her that was fine and that I’d get plenty of practice tonight after work.
After all any morning where I get to spend an extra 45 minutes alone with the Blonde is a great morning, when it involves coffee  even better.  Add some rope to the mix and it’s just like heaven .
After school Lilly is none the wiser and thrilled to have her costume complete.  Of course it led to her swinging the rope like an irate invading Viking would a mace or battle axe before she turned to me and asked how cowboys tie a lasso.  So of course I showed her.  She spent the night tying and untying the lasso and roping a dining room chair like a run away calf.  It might be a good skill to have since we live in the Midwest and she’ll be in great shape if we ever move to Texas.
As for me I it’s another first since I sincerely doubt that any previous saints in the school’s long, illustrious, and over priced history had a part of their costume that went from being a potential shackle for some random stunt bunny type to a much holier purpose.
Lilly later asked me “is that good rope?” seeing as she’s fairly fashion and brand conscious it really wasn’t an odd question. So I reassured it would be the best quality rope on any of the costumes which seemed to suffice.  All the while I was thanking my own nonexistent personal deity that she wasn’t asking for a brand.  Then what would I have said?  “Oh I ordered it from a specialty shop on the internet.“  I doubt my mind would have been that quick under the circumstances.
Today as I got ready for work and she headed out the door for school dressed as St. Genevieve (I think the Patron Saint of Paris, I’m more familiar with the sister or Mercy’s Greatest hits)  for me there is a deranged sense of satisfaction knowing that first and foremost the kid was happy with her costume.  Secondly that even now a little bit of my twisted soul is walking the halls of some place it would not be welcome.   As for religion in general…well what can I say?  Catholics are a kinky lot.  I should know I spent most of my teens honing my skills with the girls tight white blouses, short plaid skirts and deviant sexual desires.  Actually if it weren’t for them I might be a very different person; I never tied a nice Jewish, Hindu or Buddhist girl to anything until years later.
Yes I know I’m going to hell.  No need to remind me.

SCC vs RACK, Rough Sex and Control – a Kinkster Ponders

On a Side note off topic for those of you reading along with my book “It Had Been Years” on Malflic.com Chapters 30-40 are up for your reading pleasure with more coming soon (I really mean soon this time).

OK for those of you who are reading and not sure WTF I’m talking about

Safe, Sane, and Consensual (SCC) vs. Risk Aware Consensual Kink (RACK)

In the past months on a few months I’ve been following posts on this very topic across several kink friendly sites. I don’t consider myself an edge player and some schools of thought associate RACK with edge play. Still I have hard limits, have been around long enough to know what I’m into and more importantly what I’m not while still trying to remain open minded to new things or an individual’s needs. After all it’s only kinky the first time and maybe the second if your doing it right.

The Concept behind SSC is safe play and with that comes safe words that when uttered by the subbie brings everything to an immediate halt whether the sensations are too intense, there is uncertainty or fear, or even if emotionally you’re fried and not in that little sub space you strive to achieve like a masochists nirvana while people like me are dancing around thinking up cruel new twists in a sadists version of nirvana.

Could be you’re thinking the person on the other end of the flogger who just picked up a single tail has no clue and game over. I’m not judging anything but your choice of play partner in that case since I have no intention of advocating play with an under educated or skill challenged partner. That would just be stupid. Do you know why I don’t try suspension bondage? Simple I don’t trust my knots in that situation. Well that and I’d much rather tie you to something like a bed post, radiator or chair. ( I can feel the collective group of my Shibari and Rigger friends shudder in disappointment)

In all fairness that ‘s not everything SCC stands for so before those of you who think I’m skimming the concept get your latex under garments all in a bunch relax this is an exploration of the topic not a dictionary and the Internet is a wonderful thing with lots of places to look up the full definition some of which are even credible.

R.A.C.K is meant for (in theory as I understand it) to take away the certainty of being able to stop a scene or situation in the confines of a D/s relationship. Makes sense since most of us who do the top thing hate subs topping from the bottom although personally I’ve never been offended by the “beat me harder” request. I choose to see it as a challenge and reply gladly batter up!

So in theory the top controls the interaction and can take the bottom as far as they feel like, think is warranted, or get off on doing. (Yes Power Exchange is about more than sex, I’ll cover that another day). The bottom surrenders to that desire trusting in their top to not go to far. Although I’ve never tired it imagination tells me that its awfully hard to run away from a scene if you’re chained to a bench or cross. The RACK theory then I’ll assume is only used once a person is sure the other player is not a psycho.

Now with those concepts out in the open and giving the disclaimer once again that I consider myself a life long SCC guy I have to wonder if there is not a deeper issue in going to a RACK concept. Could it be that the expectations are different. I don’t do 24/7 and wouldn’t want to. I like the word slut but don’t use the word slave (not even in my fiction writing) it holds no magic for me yet others love and yearn for the designation. I hate silly rules and while kink is a big part of my life for me it’s just play. Hey what ever gets you off is cool with me as long as both parties are of legal age and into it.

Hard core people will scoff at that. Its OK there are a lot of things that are not my kink so I’ don’t feel the need to have every person out there understand mine. In a lot of ways I’m not a traditional sadist but unlike a lot of people (and here I am pointing fingers to a certain extent) I will admit I’m a sadist.

I love the people who tell me “I’m not sadistic I’m a master, deity, Domme, Goddess, top or whatever. OK I Identify as a Top but guess what if you like to inflict pain even if the other person wants you to or is in some way getting off on it you’re a sadist and chances are they’re a masochist. Welcome to the club there is coffee and dough nuts on the table and we’ll have your laminated membership card for you shortly.

Thinking back over 20 years of kinky life and long before I knew what a safe word was how many times have I heard one uttered?

“Stop it Jerk!” no that doesn’t count

“Hey get off my hair!” more a request, one that I typically honor, and not exactly the use of a safe word.

“Oh you think you’re so cool tying me to the bed…Bed you can’t think of anything we haven’t tried” No safe word but we certainly tried a few things and some limits that night.

Truth is I’ve heard a few but not many over the years. They weren’t like like the scene in Eurotrip where he can’t remember or couldn’t say the safeword.

They were with people I knew and just weren’t having fun at the moment for what ever reason. If you hear a safe word too often from the same person perhaps an open minded discussion long after the heat of those moments is the best thing. The I dig this but hate that type of chat. Assuming that even most of us sadists don’t want to take someone somewhere dark they really don’t want to go.

It’s not like the bondage bunny who always needs to be untied so she can pee. Occasionally its a given, just like shit pee happens, preferably not anywhere near me or my rope once again NMK. Sometimes its unavoidable. There are the rare occasion where you have to ask is it getting tied up or being tied up and untied she (or he) is into? If its the topping from the bottom a hold it bitch might suffice nicely along with a little reenforcement with your reminder of choice.

Limits, and control. When Kink is foreplay and ultimately about sex perhaps do different rules apply? Maybe these aren’t thoughts or concerns that true lifestylers have.

Now taking into account that I’m not exactly the poster boy for an alternative life style ad perhaps I do subscribe to the RACK concept more than I realize. So I’m not a lifestyle D/s Guy, I don’t live in what would be considered a D/s relationship and by those standards I’m at best a fringe player. Which is just fine by me.

I rely on knowing the scene and my partner well enough to know their limits and trust them enough to play along as intended. If they scream some dutch word, lemon meringue pie (although I would suggest not picking a safe word that includes Tart in it should you go the baked goods route), or what ever the safe word of the day is. Stop being another lousy choice for a safe word, takes all the fun out of the word if they beg me to stop and I actually have to.

And yes at times I might play with an assortment of cruel little devices in sight, three pairs of EMT scissors with in a step just in case and no safe word. Along with the expectation that the only question that will get ask is “are those fresh batteries?”

No conclusions here just more to ponder I guess at the end of it all like so many things I think many of us are a mixture of both. That my friends in the beauty of making your own rules and playing your own way. Do what works.

A Kinkster's Christmas List

Well ladies and Gentlemen it’s the time of year where wish lists are filled out, items are hoped for and good little boys and girls wait in gleeful anticipation. Being of a some what twisted mindset and sick of all the Nilla stuff floating through the air I’ve decided to produce my own little Kinky holiday shopping promotion. As my standard disclaimer I’m not associated with any of these sites or companies and don’t get a dime but have done business with them, have used their products or had friend raving about their stuff some where along the way.
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Are you a Bad girl or good girl who wants to be treated like bad girl? Then feel welcome to line up right here. I’ll be more than happy to help you out in just a few minutes. With all the great things and lists what do you get a favorite Kinkster who seemingly has everything and is asking for nothing? Well nothing in the you gan go buy it a mall sense of the word. Here’s a few of my favorites, just keep in mind some of these presents may be put to good use on you depending on the side of the equation you participate in.
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Starting off with a classic in a color that I just love to say! Nothing says ties me up and do all those wonderful wicked things to me like Hemp rope in Statutory Grape from Twisted Monk. For the socially conscious it is fair trade, organic and treated with allergen and animal free oils.
I like the 6mm but it comes in 4mm and 8mm. Also the site offers great free online videos to get you started.
Speaking of classic nothing is more classic than a good old fashioned spanking! So if you’re tired of perving up house hold items, have bought all the decent wood out of the local dom depot, had every wooden spoon in the neighborhood including those nice thick ones from pampered chef broken while being vigorously applied or were saddened by the fact Cracker Barrel isn’t offering the same paddle that it use to then here are a few options.
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For devotees of sting try the London Tanners Junior Spanking Paddle 15 Inches Long (yeah I know ladies you’ve heard that line before haven’t you?) in this case there’s real nine inches left for you after the 6 for the handle. At 3 inches wide it will provide enough bite and coverage. The holes always add to the the visual intimidation factor. One Subbie friend loves to find herself squirming and stinging at the end of a long OTK session. Sadly most of us never quite believe she’s going to be a good girl and decide to finish her off with a little wood.
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You can find this wicked tool of the trade at paddleyourdrawers.com under smackers. I’ve been told the paddle lives up to its billing as stingy thud. Three colors to choose from, 1/2” thick, 2.5” wide and 18” long and perfect for the naughty school girl scene. I Forgot to mention its only $15.00
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So speaking of school girls. Oh Sure you can ditch the kids, get in the minivan, trot down to the the local catholic uniform supply store and buy the real thing in a variety of colors and style but keep in mind to show off that sexy ass you’ll need to tailor the hell out of it and the old lady working behind the counter will be nervously fondling her rosary as you strut through the store in those dangerously high stripper heels deciding which plaid looks best on you or you can go to all places Ebay and find this little number brand new in a variety of sizes for under $20.00 and it includes free shipping and no sales tax in most cases.
http://stores.ebay.com/DWCStore
Since you’re playing those school scenes out why not work on a little new knowledge or at least a few new Ideas the Two Knotty Boys first book “Showing You the Ropes”. Oh so you own that one already. Most good rope folks do but the a nice IOU for their second book “Back on the Ropes”
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Speaking of rope do you still need a few more ideas. Lately I’ve been seeing and hearing more about Rainbow Rope and admittedly a large percentage of my MFP is from them. I really dig the flat MFP for corsets and gauntlet work although a little chair bondage thrown in for good measure isn’t so bad either. They will cut to order the length (at no extra charge last time I ordered from them) My only other advice on this one is that if you’re the type of person who can’t decide which color shirt to wear or buy then their color selection might be a bit over whelming.  (12/8/08 Note that since I posted this originally there have been a few threads on fetlife.com with several folks talking about shipping and customer service issues dating back to early fall.   While its not been my experience them there has been enough noise that I felt this additional caution necessary)
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So Let’s see Rope, Implements, Books, Play Clothes, and a little more rope. What else is there Shibaricon that’s what. The perfect gift for every experienced and budding rigger. I’m not sure if its new this year or not but you can buy another persons registration as a gift! The early reg fee is only $155 (accommodations is not included but the block room rate is $109 a night and its a great hotel…I’ve stayed there a lot over the years)
And sooner or later all of this will get you whipped up into a frenzy and if that’s the case you might need a whip or flogger. MT Leather has some great stuff and I can’t recommend just one thing since their choices range from from cow to bull, to Horse Hair, Elk, and rubber which is exactly what I was looking for on the day I met Tim a few years back at an event. Sadly he didn’t have any then.
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He did show me the Dragon’s tail and snapped it on his own arm leaving an impressive welt. In addition to it all he’s a really cool guy who loves what he’s doing.
Well that concludes my Kinkster Christmas list for this year. Now where in the world are are the naughty ladies?

Tempting Fate Part 2 The Wait

So as Ann sat there on the cold stone bench waiting nervously, sipping her drink and taking in the surreal environment before her. The skin she had grown so comfortable living in was suddenly alive and tingling, moist with anticipation and nervousness. The sounds alone were enough to take her to the very edge of things she would never be able to put into words. The sites took her to a state that bordered on a controlled motionless emotional frenzy. Her own time was coming but as she watched the uninhibited display of pleasure and pain, the mix of hellish torture that seeming might never end and the deranged orgasmic cries it was producing as bodied writhed away from their tormentors one second and melted in to them the very next.

Surrender was seeming inevitable. Surrender though had so many different meanings each a personal as the person who offered or took such a thing from another. One large bare chest woman pleaded in desperate and ravenous guttural tones not for mercy but for an orgasm as another woman fiercely pincher her already bruised nipples with delightful abandon while a short stocky man in black jeans painted her back a deeper shade of crimson with a mixture of long purple and black flails affixed to a polished cherry handle. Their playmate continued on in a dreadful tone begging to be allowed come which obviously only prolonged her state of denial.

She couldn’t look away as the couple continued their torment of of the woman, stopping and leaving her unstimulated, untouched, for even mere seconds put her through more hell than any of the wicked devices applied to her. Finally the man looked at her as the woman began again pinching at her well marked chest. Caressing and then squeezing, brushing her hands over her and then back to the cruel grip she had known earlier. The man placed a hand on her stomach, looked her deeply in the eyes. Ann grew more excited watching as she imagined the man sliding his massive paw into her partners panties. She watched, eyes glued on the trio as he knelt slowly before the restrained woman whose head was now thrown backward. Kneeling there slowly touching a knee, and then the other. His hands barely dancing up the flush flesh of her round thighs. She shuddered at his touch, and moaned now the seemingly inevitable. She gasped…”Yes mistress…please” the woman in front of her took a nipples between her thumb and fore finger, clasped down tightly. So tight in fact you could see her hands and wrists quivering from the exertion. Pulling her ample chest away from her sending her entire body, skin straining from the pressure, marks on full display and pain coursing through her body. And just when she was on the brink of existence where hell seemed endlessly deep and dark, heaven arrived. The man placed a hand firmly on each hip his face in front of her smooth shaved see through mesh clad pussy. Took a long deep breath, spread her lips without ever really touching them and then blew on her clit like a gentle breeze. Immediately into spasms that hurt to watch even from a distance. Her cries of delight all that could be heard.

Ann shifted nervously in her place on that cold stone bench, so turned on by everything before that she didn’t dare look away but was torn not knowing what else she might be missing in the other areas and all around her. Over stimulated would have been an understatment.