Pissing Into the Wind…well not exactly

So welcome to my (probably late) contribution to Kink of the Week.  The title uses one of my favorite phrases “pissing in to the wind” while not productive often accurate for the less than desired result.  Then there is “pissing down their backs and telling them it’s raining” another favorite day to day phrase of mine. Then there is “i’m going to rip off their heads and piss down their neck”  why yes a violent act is going to culminate with making said offender suffer and indignity after death.  So while there are a lot of pee references in my world the ones above are not a kink.
So moving along to some that are.  AAA spanking has tapped in to the kink with Lola Marie and her wet panties playing in to why she had to be spanked.  Frankly as an age play related set up it made perfect sense and beyond I never gave it a second thought one way or the other. That is until happening across a post of what not to include in a spanking video that was very critical of those scenes. A classic case of your kink is not my kink because on some levels i get the appeal.
A long long time ago in a kinky place far far away there was a woman who would wear her white cotton panties in to the shower.  In fact to my knowledge that was the only place she ever wore them. She’d pee them either a lot or a little. Take them, wash up then come out and confess to being a “bad girl”.  Occasionally she would ask him watch. Sometimes he did so silently, others her would add to her embarrassment (and delight) by telling her what a naughty thing she was. For Princess Pees her Pants it was hot. For him it was a reason to smack her bottom which King Kinky boy liked. They would play a few other games and then fuck like rabbits.  No harm no foul.
More recently some posts a while back on The Beautiful Kind on the topic of Golden showers that resonated to me as hot.  Twisted Monk had told a great story on his blog about how to prepare for such a scene…and how to not over do it as well.
So for me delivering a golden shower is a bucket list thing. I don’t know that
It is a kink of mine, i don’t think it trips my trigger sexually in and of itself but there is an element of dominance and submission that work for me on some very primal level.
So my closing thought on the matter is if given a choice of pissing into the wind or turning around a giving a willing partner a golden shower…about face.
Kink of the Week

E Lust # 69

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Welcome to Elust #69

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Bully for you
Watching Me
Red in Tooth and Claw

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He’s Got Her
Subject/Object/My Desire

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Waiting with Snowdrops

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Erotic Non-Fiction

Nothing Really Matters
Njoying Myself
He’s beautiful
Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 39
His Beauty Shatters Me
Vacation Got Off To A Slow Start
After Party On My Own
My Life Erotic: “The Bad Man”

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Questions We’re Actually Embarrassed to Ask
Ignorance & Misconception – Scary Combination


Laced Up – a Lusty Limerick

Erotic Fiction

Our First Time
The EuphOff
the auction
the conductor
Habla con ella

Writing About Writing

My Filthasaurus

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

On Corsets
Consent: A play in one act
Playing hate: topping in a degradation scene
Corsets and Kink
What I Love About Pinching

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Dancing vs. Sex
Volunteers Needed!
Jewelry N’ Kegels


1000 Fucking Blog Post


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Welcome to Elust #65

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“Does this look sexual to you?”
Submission Can Be Hard
You can have a secret sex blog and be ethical

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On Writing and Self Doubt
Online porn: the canary in the coalmine

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The Pendulum: Why Americans Should Care that British Porn is Fucked

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Erotic Fiction

Dark Desires
This Is How You Use Her
“Office Santa”—A Free Story for the Holidays!
Justin’s Rope
Santa Sutra & the Rebellious Rein-Girl
I Want You, My Way
Caught In The Act
The Smile

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Feminist Rape
The Sex I Like
Post-Revolution Kink: What kinds of kink?
Why MakeLoveNotPorn Has It Wrong


I Do It My Way

Erotic Non-Fiction

Slave Olive’s Ongoing Chastity Experience
Coast to Coast Traveling Panties.
My Headshaving – During
Tell me…..(want versus need)
flip fucking a punk boy but good

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

To Avoid Street Harassment, Dress Slutty!
“You’re not a Domme, you’re a hooker”
We Don’t Do That: On Vulnerability
He suspects something’s up…
Aust Sex Survey: Triumph, Trouble & Tragedy
Erections, Erections, Erections
Am I queer enough for you?


Quandary – A Lusty Limerick

Writing About Writing

A Sticky Vocabulary Situation

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Tickling, consent violations, and violence
A Few Things I Wish I’d Known About Sex, Dati
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Things a Top might think but never say

Wether as a friend, lover, and or play partner we may not always say what we think in the moment. Recently I admitted to being typically very reserved joking that is a bit ironic for a sex blogger in the very same breath. Yet a significant amount of time is spent reflecting on events afterwards. Conversations that may be seemingly passing will stick with me for years if not infinitely.   Then when appropriate will share those here.  So with adequate preamble now in place….
Things a Top Might think but Never Say.
1) That the tan lines on the top of your thighs and framing your hips that give way to your sexy little white butt give may give said Top all kinds of ideas that are  far beyond purely wicked.
2) The, moans, protests,  grunts, name calling, and even cursing often through clenched teeth  work in ways our face may never reflect. Be assured we are grinning like the devil even if you can’t see it.
3) The seemingly innocuous hand laid gently on  somewhere while the wickedness ensuses is a non verbal clue of the connection that is being felt as well as a way of gauging your enjoyment.
4) Knowing that you are turned on is only adding fuel to the fire…though you might never guess that based on the stoic reaction.
5) Watching you twist and srruggle is really hot even if the words may be to the contrary.
6) Have you ever seen Snoopy dance in Charlie Brown cartoon?  If only in our minds we’re that happy and excited every time you want to play, we get to help you live out a fantasy,  or see you tremble just a touch at the thought of what might happen.   Though you’d never know it from our stone clad demeanor and bodies clad in black.
7) We like hearing from you and not just about kink and sex…though that is fine too. It is a two way street and yes we think of calling or texting more often than we do. 
8) Knowing a moment is special is important. Realizing later how truly unique late is humbling….even for us.
This was written before I saw the prompt and is based on a recent wonderful experience and things that often cross my mind in general. Not sure any of it is very wicked but this is the place I most often use to communicate my thoughts on life, relationahips,  sex and kink. It serves me well after the fact but odds are you’d get the same answers sitting across the table or lying in bed next to me…just not as refined or reflective.  I could go on but you get the idea…even tops think things we may never say. Though if asked or given the opportunity are happy to talk about it.

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Thank you for Flying Sadist Airlines – An Epic Poem


Thank you for Flying Sadist Airlines

After a bit of reflection and mainly becuase I’m halfway through an unabridged version of Canterbury Tales for my current pleasure reading I’ve decided to try to write a post in a classic epic poem style meets Dr Seuss.  Which is really nothing more than a way to potentially justify my poorly constructed and overly complicated sentences and bizarre rhyming scheme.  Thank you for being masochists and indulging me by reading even just a little.

Part 1 Into The Darkness

All of this is true and none of it is true.  Perhaps the events had happened a millennia ago and perhaps they happened in the residence next to where you are right now in the moments that only recently passed.  This is the tale of the times, of today, and of tomorrow. They are the words also of legends of old, and of moments as modern as the moment you are in and as old as the universe.  It is all completely true and an utter lie.
The wind whipped through the cool autumn air. That much I can assure did really occur.  And as the temperature fell and the moon glowed soft and golden in the sky. The night was alive with far too many voices.  Still despite it all somehow the possibility of magic lingered on the breeze and with it evil and wickedness simply waiting their turn.  In the distance as our fair damsel made her way hastily across the black hard darkness that blanked the earth.  She was in tow, and captured, and without even the slightest resolved to escape the fate that awaited her.  Willingly unwilling and all too caught up in the surroundings to think better of things but as the story goes sometimes the things we crave are not the things we should admit to wanting most.
But admit is exactly what she had done, time and again; with reckless abandon. Truer words have never been spoken and great lies lied within them.  But rather than run like so many before and what would have been of soundest intellect and purest mind to do she followed dutifully chattering harmlessly with the one who escorted her from the deep darkness into the unyielding of the light.
There are of course times when things like this occur. Where what is obvious seems less so and what is hidden seems so painfully obvious.  Mythic tales of hardship and triumphs, of fool hardiness and destruction; which was ahead?  Knowing what was behind remained yet unresolved.    So the tormentor began his game with subtle suggestions and playful banter.  She had no idea what laid before her.  What wickedness awaited but only that there would be pain and a slight hint of ecstasy, torment and relief, surrender and in it escape that words never quite seemed to do justice, simple things first, necessities and treats, provisions for the journey that somewhere in the future she could enjoy. Things that he would undoubtedly share with another, so is the plight of a wanton woman when the Demon has another on his mind. Her mind, body and twisted little soul by her own design very much shared with so many.
So the journey continued as our damsel was given the option to choose some devices of her own torture, as adornments for the future, and reminders of the sweet and delicious torment that was yet about to come but would long after concluding be dwelled upon as marks, on the body, mind, and soul.
Remembering things long forgotten as he taunted her with what was yet to be endured, reminding her not so gently that she had earned ever uncomfortable moment that lay in her future and that if nothing else he was going to leave his mark on her in a way that even previous evils had not.   All true as anything and all of which were just words to her as her mind weighed the possibilities of what he had meant.   His intentions were quite specific but the details of which were with held leaving her to wildly contemplate her own fate.
Back out of the light and into the darkness she was sent, trailing behind him. His lust and wickedness was about to be spent.  Dodging shadows and light, as the start of her night was beckoning and within the hour the moment of her duress would soon be at hand.

Part 2 The Road into Hell

His boots on the stairs, the door closed and the world left behind.  They ask was she ready because it was her time?   The hour was calling and yes her time was here. She nodded with a lot of excitement mixed with just a small batch of fear.
So over she went like a good woman should and he laid into her soundly with a stern piece of wood.  It burned and bit with every impact the beginning was ending, really just two from the last. Then one of the wicked who  was watching the sights.  He called out an idea with sadistic delight. “Why she’s not counting and you know that’s not good. You should start over and give a few extra just because you know that you could.”
And with this the one laughed with paddle in hand. He said “let’s start all over, count out loud do you understand?”  She gritted her teeth and dared him a smile.   As so they began once again in the very same style.   The room filled with smacking, and swooshing, with sensations and sighs.  A few muffled mumbles for what he did to her hide.
And once they got there after beginning again, went from zero, to heaven, to hell in those ten.  Which totaled out 18 because they because of the new start . He hated falling just short of 20 with all of his heart.   So two more “extra” were harshly applied, and she gritted her teeth and lost herself deep inside.  A few of those swats had left her well marked with an ass so it red it probably glowed  in the dark. One would think she was bitter. But she was not bitter but hot. She loved every moment even the two extra, extra, extra, hard swats.  And one would expect this was the end of our tale but it is just the beginning of her road into hell.
So off with the jeans, on to her panties, and then and on the bare.  He whipped her with leather it seemed only fair.  She squealed and she loved it with each solid stroke.  So he hit some more while the men laughed, and they joked.   Then onto the hand because it only seemed right, and if all went as planned it was the start of her night.

Part 3 Descent and  Elevation

With night in the fore ground and not in the past, they gagged her, and pushed her and once again started to laugh.   Thrown down on the bed so nice and so soft they brought out the blind fold and she nearly scoffed.  The games men play are wicked at night, but she was all theirs and tucked well out of sight. She drooled into her gag with small bit of shame.  She laughed at her plight and recounted how much she loved their sick game.  Her bottom was glowing, still slightly ablaze as the ropes then appeared to bind to her frame.  Hands tied to knees, and flat on her back they spanked her bottom, her pussy and legs but just on the back. And then he said something while she was catching her breath but on went the blind fold there would be no time to rest.
Her mind raced a little, faster, and more.  She wondered what wickedness they had in store. Whips and leather, more wood and sins of the flesh.  They would push the limits they wanted to test.  Then there was just silence.  Oh what could that mean?  Then she heard a loud buzzing and wanted to scream. Not tender, not gentle, no pleasure, just pain. Not soft and not slow, they held her legs wide all as part of their game.
They took her to heaven through the bottom of hell and wouldn’t relent until they had emptied her well.   She squealed, and she shook and they held her down.  Making her shake from the tips of her toes to the top of her crown.  And when that wave had passed there would be no respite.  They simply continued the hellish and orgasmic delight. While pinching and pushing, while keeping her there, until she crested again and again and was fully aware.
She shook and she shattered and continued to shake. She wondered and thought about what else they would take.  And when she was wasted, a soaked drooling mess. They’re loosened the ropes and before she could rest.  They uncovered her eyes, and mouth just in time. As her gaze met his met the Demon’s he offered “Thank you for flying Sadist Airlines”

Part 4 –

So women seem wicked and often men  also do  .  But even in evil there is often good too.  They hugged her and kissed and they brought her back down but not before she’d come once more like a flood destroying cities and towns. And the dark one he drifted off into the night while two stayed behind to enjoy other delights.
And this brings to the end of our little tale, how you can find heaven from dark depths of hell.  If you ever should wonder what evil is like, it the thing that laughs with you in the still of the night.  It’s the words that still linger long after their said, and the moments so fleeting that dance in your head.
When pleasure comes calling there always is pain, whether wicked and wanton or modest with shame.   And the words have been spoken and the deeds have been done. Life is too short to not have some fun.
So love all your lovers so pure and so true.  And if you’re like us find something wicked to do.  For nothing is new, only new once more.  And pain can be pleasure for ladies and whores.   So maybe this happened and maybe it’s true. And maybe it’s lie and a lesson for you. Would you dance with a Demon to find your delight, and how often you’ve screamed in the dead of the night?  So I’ll say it once more, just one last time.  Thanks you for flying Sadist Airlines.
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e[lust] #47

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Welcome to e[lust] – The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #48? Start with the newly updated rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

This Scene Called Life
I Don’t Give A Fig
9 Reasons You SHOULD Have Sex on a First Date

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East Side Exhibitionism

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Threesomes: Being a Good Little Unicorn
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Erotic Non-Fiction

Sexentric News and Public Cam-Sex Report
The Play’s the Thing
Sadistic Bitch
It was a good night
Kink Chronicles – Panties
Quickie Afternoon Delight
“No, you don’t!”
“Objectification” by Blacksilk
So I Asked SilverHubby About Our Orgasms
For Pity’s Sake, No
Like a Virgin
Three Ashes
His Princess and His Slut
I hope my neighbors got a show.


I want to know You
Once Upon an ‘O’

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Testosterone! Don’t Leave Home Without it!
Why Modeling Is Poison
On the swingset
Achievement Unlocked
How To Make A Woman Orgasm
Mutual Masturbation is Mother****ing Awesome!
The Wonder of Weddings
Introvert recovery
May is International Masturbation Month
Make love to yourself

Erotic Fiction

Fighting Spirit
Dinner is Served
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Five
Belle and Sandy
Babygirl Gets Caught

Writing about Writing

Beauty and the kebab

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Return of the Vulcan Penis Problem
Masturbation Mishaps, Introduction
“For Novelty Use Only”
BDSM Lexicon Entry #24: Aftercare

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Mad Men: the dominance of Don Draper
Wicked Wednesday – Knowing When to Say No
Why Do I Like Being Owned?
The difference between BDSM & Abuse


Playing Top

Censored UnderwearIt’s funny for years I thought there really were very few things that could be said to me that I’d take offense to.   And it is pretty much true.  When it comes to kink I thought there were even less.  I’m not one for labels, and stereo types and god knows I rant about it often enough that this isn’t exactly new ground.   Then out of nowhere it hit me a few simple words, a simply harmless sentence…”are you going to come by when you’re done playing top?”
Really “Playing Top” I could feel my temper flare, I wanted to snap back and unleash my anger at the insinuation I was merely “playing” at what I was doing.
I’ve mused time and again how I don’t fit the profile for many lifestylers.  How I do things my own way within my relationships.  I guess part of my outlaw mentality is being outside the outlaws rules too. We’re not talking about play styles or safety but more or less old guard the one true way as I’ve heard it put type of thing.  If you dig that its cools as long as you respect my boundaries of not digging it.  I know myself well enough to know what doesn’t fit me.  If you’re not cool with it it’s your issue is the typical approach.  In general it usually works just fine.
I openly admit that I like to play with a variety of folks, that I play with the Blonde whenever I can and that I have a myriad of complicated friendships and relationships based around these type of things.   Kermit the Frong Sang “It’s not Easy Being Green”  well I can’t speak for that one but I know it’s not easy being kinky, poly, or both on your own set of terms.  Someone should publish the definitive guide to being kinky. (Kidding! I’d probably not read it and certainly wouldn’t follow it)
So why would the words they words “playing top” hit such a nerve? After all I was playing and well I am by all accounts a Top.   I take symbolism for what it is to the folks involved and nothing more, I eschew grandiose labels.   Sure I was still ruminating on a bad scene from earlier in the week; one where I questioned the very dynamics of my relationship with that person which is a topic for another post completely. So maybe I was just insecure and got my feelings hurt?
Maybe it struck a chord because while I play at a lot of things the two things I’m certain of is that I’m kinky as fuck and a Top.   In this fucked up, not really, but kind of, sort of, not mainstream way that we live I play at rope, at wax, at poly (though it may be unfair to call this piece play), I play parts in scenes.  I write erotica, power exchange and rough sex stories.   I go to the occasional event or party where I engage in conversation (though rarely is it kinky its usually about books or the economy) and yes even play.   I like playing with adult school girls and naughty women of all kinds in spanking scenes from mild to heavy.  I play with decorative and restrictive bondage using rope and occasional other cuffs and kinky things.  So to say I don’t play would be a damn lie but there is one thing I don’t play at; being a top.
So that concludes my pissy rant and if you say “playing top” again I might just play something on your ass that you won’t enjoy just for my own amusement.   Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to buy a new pair of black boots and try to find a black t shirt that spells out TOP in metal spikes and capital letters so this mistake isn’t made again.
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Do You Suspect

Mafliic's travel bag
Have you ever wondered what is in stranger’s suitcase as they head for the train or the airport?   After all the well dressed conservative looking fellow probably has nothing more than another suit, a few ties, and maybe on a good day some daring cuff links stashed inside.  When you look at him not even in your wildest dreams do you imagine that demure black suitcase is filed with boots and leathers, paddles and ropes.   Unless you’re like me and suspect everyone’s suitcase looks like a fetish convention on the inside.
Sinful Sunday

Rope, Coffee, Conversation, and Just Maybe Playing my Top Card

Hot Pink and Neon green bondage ropeRope, Coffee, Conversation, and Just Maybe Playing my Top Card
For months (or longer) I’ve been meaning to get out to a few of the local rope themed events.  The truth is for as much as I bitch about St. Louis over all there does seems to be a decent amount of kinky things to do for bondage types.  This past weekend the stars aligned (no nilla house guests, no games, concerts, or recitals etc) and I actually made it to the local Rope Bite group meeting.  I’d met the gent that hosts it in passing a few years earlier and figured what the hell why not be one of the new folks at the munch.   The Chesty Blonde actually asked why I didn’t invite her to go.  The answer was simple “I always ask you to go to events, you always say no.  You’re welcome to come to anything I go to but I’m done asking”.  She wasn’t sure how to take this but let sleeping dogs lie.
At the meeting I met several new folks but as is usually the case with me and new people I watched more than I spoke and I remained reserved.   The age group was very diverse and everyone was great. While I’ve been to different munches before there is often the hang up in my own mind if nowhere else that my relationships and I don’t fit anyone’s definition of “lifestyle”.   In this case I actually got past that and truly enjoyed myself.  In part the setting put me at ease.   If I ran into someone I knew from another part of my life at Tipsy McStaggers is one thing.  Potentially running them in to them at a sex positive coffee shop means neither of us could throw stones later.  Instead of being denounced as a deviant (which in many ways I am) at the next PTA meeting it would be “Oh you were there for the book on fisting. Cool!  I was there for a thing on bondage. Have you tried the iced mocha? ”
A singular focused topic helped too.  I’ve never claimed to be good at rope but have played, read, and watched it often enough that I’m comfortable with the subject.   (As I wrote this the realization hit I’ve been using some type of bondage (hand cuffs, rope, etc) for sex for 25 years now.)  Mostly I just nodded along but I learned a few things which made the geek in me happy, asked a question, and actually answered one for a buddy next to me. The outcome…adding a rescue hook to the kit in addition to the scissors and trying Jute; yep that’s a shocker I went to a meeting about rope and came out wanting new rope.
What about the Top Card you wonder?  Well the topic of different types of bondage came up and inescapable bondage was one of them. Since I have a few escape artists in my life a potential class on the topic drew my attention.  I hate nothing more than when I’m doing something for art’s sake and someone just can’t wait to wiggle out of it. And go “Ha bondage my ass”.  Being more proficient at rope bondage retribution has an appeal.   I may be taking applications (or flying in a friend) to bottom at the class.  Large events as enticing as they look still seem like to much of a stretch but smaller local ones seem like a possibility that might just work out.
On the way home I contemplated how I wish the Blonde would have joined me, how much fun I had just being there, how great it would have been if Raven and Alice were there too. Then I started to think through my schedule and figure out if I could make any of the outings in the coming week and the same meeting next month.
Postlude; I was at lunch the yesterday day with the Blonde and Diva and the topic of the meeting came up. I mentioned how laid back it was, how it was so well attended that they had to get out more chairs and reconfigure how everyone sat.   Diva in her usual manner asked what type of coffee I had and which part of the shop we sat in. Her mother just squirmed, shot me a look, and changed the subject.  So far Diva doesn’t seem to have any of her parent’s hangs ups which is fantastic.

Other People’s Kink V3

Other People’s Kink V3

After a short break we’re back with Other People’s Kink.  As always if you’re writing or reading something great we’d love to know about it so drop us a note, @ reply, FB comment, or DM.  The salivating bunch of perverts here would be  happy to give it a read.  Remember just because we’ specialize in finding great smut doesn’t mean we don’t want and need your help.

First  Off – It’s Pride Week in St Louis.

Mal’s position is clear.  He & the Chesty Blonde openly support gay marriage, believe that it is not the role of any government agency to stop consenting adults from marrying and think all the bible thumping  Jesus freaks should shut the fuck up and go to hell. (Ok the last part was all Mal) If we fail to support other people’s nontraditional choices in their sexual preferences it will only lead further imposition of their values on our own.  It may not be our orientation but that doesn’t make it wrong or anyone’s business.  Now back to your regularly scheduled perving.

Malflic’s Picks


The Chesty Blonde’s Favorite

Does Size Matter

Alice’s Pick

Well she hasn’t submitted a pick this month.  We should probably spank her very soundly but she’d like that too much. In fact so much so she’s probably never have a monthly pick hoping to be taken to task again.  So instead maybe we’ll have her get ready for a long hard spanking, lay out all of the meanest implements, send her out shopping for a special spanking outfit has to wear for her punishment. Then we can put her in the corner with her cute ass out in the breeze for all the world to see and then not so much as pat her on the bottom.  Oh who are we kidding…like she wouldn’t end up with the sore butt she wanted if we did that.

Lord Raven’s Choice

A Fetlife write by Master Dennis on Resistance Play.  Sorry but you’ll need to be logged into Fet to see this one.
And the Qumran of deviants says… go read these.

Events & Advice

Post Con and Party Advice on Drop


When It Is Too Late for Sorry


or Fem Domme (there is a debate on the correct terminology and lacking a female top the vote is tied).  It’s a new category for us and may not be here all the time but since we came across a few really great posts that fit we added it.
Dinner Party Entertainment
His First Crop Spanking


I know wait you talked about Erica Scott in the first edition of OPK.  You’re right but in her Erica vs. Paddles post and the playful shots it takes at tops literally had Mal laughing so hard the Blonde went into his office to see what the hell happened.


This Happy Birthday Heat was made by Heat Seeker1 on Spanking tube.  It has some great elements to it that are hard to find in videos.   Part 1 features a fun OTK scene that is his “present” and in true top manner part 2 has Sarah taking Heat’s birthday spanking (hmm and some of us thought Mal made up that rule).  Plus it has a wooden paddle.  A few of the tops around here have a special affinity for wood even if their bottoms don’t.  Secondly the scene is truly light hearted.   Sure it’s not a brutal session with all kinds of hard core imagery it’s just a playful setting but still leaves the young lady squirming a bit and with a cute red ass.

Upcoming  Events

The Last Saturday Strip Pride Show – Mal’s become a semi regular audience member at these shows.  Charlotte puts on one hell of a review and has such a vivacious personality mere words can’t do it justice.  This time around he’ll be absent as he tend to some wickedness back in east that involves a few sets of clamps and an electric cord.  BTW get there early if you want a seat.  Last month Mal & WBRCO were there 20 minutes after the doors opened, the place was jumping and they had to charm a pretty  lady just to get a seat.
Circus of Sin Tour w/  Zoog from Angelspit during Conspiracy July 7th at the Crack Fox.  After years of trying to make it to Conspiracy he’s got this one nailed down on his calendar.  Look for Mal he’ll be the guy in black boots…all kidding aside he will be there and the Chesty Blonde is tentatively scheduled to make a rare public appearance with him.  SO look for the grey hair perv with a gorgeous blonde.