Meus adendos ao artigo "A fantasia de ser dominada", da Revista Nova.

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Service Savoire Faire 9/28/9

• Outside my window… (weather, what do you hear, what do you see?) it is a nice day out rainy but the breeze blowing felt really good…sort of warm. I love it. Sort of wish I was naked in a field letting the rain and win caress my body…sighs.   

 

• my thoughts…are on setting my life in order. Organizing things so that the kids and I can move our life closer to Master.  

 

• Today’s Quote…”As I drifted away I could only bask in the good feelings being with a man I loved one whose life had become inextricably woven into mine. Whatever else mastery and slavery has held for us, it has meant contentment.”  The Compleat Slave, Jack Rinella 

 

• I remember saying to Master when we first got together that the one thing I did not want was for us to to get use to each other. To me that meant we would fall into a rut of taking each other for granted and not appreciating each other. Sort of losing sight of how special we are to each other.   

 

• I have changed my view on that. When I am in Master’s space, my very soul just breathes a sigh of relief and contentment. I am soulfully happy to be in his space and I love it.  

 

• i am thankful for…always my family, all my moments – good and bad  

 

• From my service training… (any skills, training etc; notes you want to share this week) I am learning to focus on my space through meditation.  

 

• From the kitchen… (menu for the week, what are you cooking?) So I made my butternut squash soup and homemade biscuits for dinner this weekend. It was a hit and miss. The soup was a bit thicker than I expected because I think I over beat it since I made it with cream. My youngest daughter made the homemade biscuits and we had a lot of fun cooking and sharing with each other. My youngest son Jacob was not too enthused on the soup. He is a meat and potatoes kind of guy and the thought of having soup as a main meal was not good for him. He said that he never heard of someone having soup for an entrée that people only order it as an appetizer. LOL So the next meal I cook will have to be something with substance. He ended up eating a frozen pizza. Also, as something I thought would be interesting I served the soup in wine glasses which two of my children liked but again my finicky eater Jacob did not like it.  

  This cooking thing is turning out to be a fun adventure not just for me but for the kids as well. 

• i am wearing…my skin…lol relaxing in the freedom to be free. 

 

• i am creating… (crafts, sewing etc;) nothing new at the moment 

 

• my adventures this week… (where are you going this week?) No adventures this weekend. I am going to continue to do stuff around my house. 

 

• Becoming well read… (What are you reading this week?) Listening to the Four Agreements and thinking about getting the new Oprah selection called Say You’re One of Them by Uwem Akpan. I read the few pages posted on her site and was instantly grabbed by the visuals created. 

 

• i manifest and co-create… (what are your hopes, dreams, and prayers this week) Peace and tranquility in my house and with my children. I pray for the people around us to not take their life for granted. 

 

• Todays Melody… (what music are you listening to? even if it’s just the sound of a bird…) So I was on the train coming home and I was tired and totally impatient for the doors to open at my stop. I heard one of best sounds ever….a baby laughing. I love that sound. Babies laugh with such abandon and joy. Perked me right up. 

 

• One of my favorite things…is to daydream. Yeah I admit I like to take moments and let my mind wander to wherever it wants to go. I dream and day dream in bright vibrant colors. 

 

• further plans for this week…housecleaning/clearing. Continuing my workout plan. Fixing up my house further. 

 

• Still….life (share a picture you’ve taken OR a picture you found online that speaks to you)

 

 

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Meet Account Management Coordinator Mo Mo Skank

Because they’re so important to us and to our creating a positive experience for our customers, we’ll let a few members of our staff introduce themselves. Today we’d like to introduce account management coordinator, Mo Mo Skank.

Very busy, but always smiling, that's Mo Mo.

Our hot shot account management coordinator Mo Mo brings a wealth of experience to Swellco & Swellco. He came to us from Hooters, where he was the general manager, and he holds a degree in marketing from Temple University. Mo Mo grew up in Camden NJ and recently became a father to his sister’s second baby boy. He spends his free time with his fiancé Lou and their own “baby,” Joey an 18-month-old Ukrainian orphan that they bought on the black market last summer. Mo Mo usually carries a photo or two of himself naked, so ask to see them. Mo Mo also enjoys spending time with his mother as well, and the two of them can be caught on Sunday nights getting drunk and playing BINGO. A perfectionist, Mo Mo’s standards are evident throughout the office, from the filing system to the anti-odor spray he keeps in the rest room. Always busy keeping things running smoothly, Mo Mo will still make the time to greet you with a smile because our customers are his priority.

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Reoccuring Dreams (part 2)

He leans in, his left arm snaking around my neck the other hand wandering where it will. He is so close I can feel his breathing against my cheek. Its heavy with need and it frightens me that mine matches his. He tightens his arm around my throat making sure I am listening, attentive. He leans in and whispers all the little things he’s going to do to me into my ear. I find myself listening, my body tingling where he touches it. I shove the feeling aside and push against him testing his weight and strength. I am strong for a woman, smart and I am willing to bide my time.

He has been watching and he knows me. Maybe more than I even know myself. He is strong but not just physically, mentally. He has made the decision to possess me for my own good, knows my strengths, my weaknesses and isn’t going to let me get away with anything. There is a deep part of me that appreciates this about him. Whether I know it or not yet, this is what I have wanted, needed my entire life. I have been begging for it and he, my mysterious stranger has seen fit to make it so.

Sensual Slave Showroom

Spätestens seit der Trennung von Inhalten in “mature” und “adult” in Second Life sollen Anwender nicht mehr alles sehen müssen, was sie nicht wollen. Für diejenigen, die sich trotzdem für die “Spielsachen für Erwachsene” interessiere, die ich in meinem virtuellen Shop anbiete, habe ich nun einen speziellen Laden auf einem “adult”-tauglichen Stück Land eingerichtet, in dem man meine Möbel und Spielsachen nicht nur betrachten, sondern auch ausprobieren kann.

Sensual Slave Showroom

“Sensual Slave” heißt die Marke, unter der diese Dinge zu finden sind. In dem Showroom, der nicht weit vom Tempel der “Sklavinnen der Lust” liegt, können Herrinnen und Sklavinnen nach Herzenslust spielen, testen, ausprobieren und einkaufen.

Meine Möbelstücke sind zur Zeit in zwei verschiedenen Ausstattungslinien erhältlich:

DUNGEON
Grobe Holzbretter, rostiger Stahl und alte, schmuddlige Matten – die Möbel und Spielsachen dieser Serie passen bestens in deinen Kerker.

LOUNGE
Exklusive Marmorarbeiten und vornehmes rotes Leder kommt in dieser eleganten Ausführung zum Einsatz – Bestens ausgerüstet für deinen Club oder Lounge.

Weitere Ausführungen in Vorbereitung, finden nur zur Zeit nicht den Weg in den Laden.

Ihr findet den Showroom inworld in KURONI NEO (53,165,35).

Viel Spaß beim stöbern, probieren und shoppen wünscht euch
Jenni

Service Book of Days - 9/22/09

• Outside my window… (weather, what do you hear, what do you see?) it was such a beautiful day for the first day of fall. Outside my window at work there were hundreds of birds gathering for their fall flight away. It was a fascinating sight

• my thoughts...are relaxed. I am feeling good about the energy flowing through my house and the way things are going. Normally when things are going so well I would almost prepare myself for the something bad that I thought would follow these good moments. I’m not doing that anymore. I am enjoying all the good moments and letting the things I don’t know worry about themselves. God is right…tomorrow has its own worries…today is where I need to be….(okay that was a big paraphrase but the sentiment is the same…lol)

• Today’s Quote…It is not the happiness that makes us grateful…But the gratefulness that makes us happy. Not really sure where I saw this quote at but it has been one of my favorites for a long time.

• i am thankful for…always my family, all my moments – good and bad

• From my service training... (any skills, training etc; notes you want to share this week) Nothing new at the moment

• From the kitchen… (menu for the week, what are you cooking?) I am learning how to cook one new meal a weak for the kids. We had curried, mango pork chops with brown rice last week. I think this week I will make a butternut squash soup and homemade biscuits.

• i am wearing...black jeans and a black t-shirt….feeling very loose and relaxed.

• i am creating… (crafts, sewing etc;) nothing new at the moment

• my adventures this week... (where are you going this week?) I am going to a munch in New york this weekend with friends. Should be a ton of fun

• Becoming well read... (What are you reading this week?) Finishing up the Compleat Slave by Jack Rinella.

• i manifest and co-create… (what are your hopes, dreams, and prayers this week) Peace and tranquility in my house and with my children. I pray for the momentum that we have established with this school year to continue through the rest of the school year.

• Todays Melody... (what music are you listening to? even if it’s just the sound of a bird…)”Changes” by Incognito…the chorus of this song says “bring on the changes”. That’s wassup…One thing that happens in this life is that things change…sometimes good…sometimes bad. I want to not shy away from the changes that happen.

• One of my favorite things…is to daydream. Yeah I admit I like to take moments and let my mind wander to wherever it wants to go. I dream and day dream in bright vibrant colors.

• further plans for this week…housecleaning/clearing. Continuing my workout plan. Going to a munch on Saturday

• Still….life (share a picture you’ve taken OR a picture you found online that speaks to you)

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Les pratiques bdsm

Toutefois, il doit répondre à l’étymologie suivante: Venus in Furs, heureuse que mon narrateur à devenir une femme et son amant est d’autant esclave relative. Il faut être prudent avec les idées romantiques et modernes analogie sadomasochisme. En outre, “sadisme” est décrite œuvres Sad ne peut pas être réduite à une expérience sexuelle unique et ont peu en commun avec la représentation moderne, il sera fait. Elle représente, en général, entre la pensée philosophique est un homme bon et la nature du mal de confrontation, de freiner leurs passions. Sadomasochisme Sad est de voir le monde que des images sexuelles, que, en fait, les systèmes de valeurs morales et sont incompatibles. Le sadomaso sadique terme dans le contexte d’utilisation est associée à des relations de domination codifiée. Il comprend les règles établies entre les partenaires, ce qui impose des restrictions sur les mesures prises [Set 3]. Date sadique et plus dominant que la personne est sadique. Entre le vrai et le sadique relation masochiste est très rare dans le contexte consentement libre et éclairé. Ces relations sont généralement sur une dépendance affective vécue par la personne est en cabinets de consultations psychologiques dans le contexte de relations.

Dungeon, Canapes, and Art Photography

Saturday afternoon, I went to Domina Dea’s First Annual Second Circle Open House.  Second Circle is her dungeon and what a wonderful use of space it is.

The walls are lined with whips, paddles, leather masks and accessories, all types of cuffs, rubber outfits, HUGE wooden pegs, a big colorful jar of clothespins, chains and more.  The walls are mirrored.  A St. Andrews cross is in one corner, a cage on wheels is in another, a leather table with metal rings around it, an adjustable metal stand that encases cocks, and an overhead suspension hook that goes up and down with the push of a button.

I just had to touch a single tail she got from CharlyB. It was beautiful.  She said I could touch it when she saw my face.  At the first throw, she said, “Don’t hit yourself.  Let me show you how I do it.”  Hahahahaha!  It seemed I was a little enthusiastic bu really I was trying to be inconspicuous and tried to throw in a small space.  sigh  It’s times like these that can test a switch’s resolve.

Radiantly Immortal , aka, Peter Belvin, had his beautiful art photography on display.  They were imaginative, sensual without being overtly explicit.  Well, explicit is a matter of interpretation.  If you find photos of exquisity ‘cookies’ explicit, then they were.  There was a fabulous shot of needle branches poking through delicate, pale breasts.  All of these pieces were for sale.  You can see some of his photos on his profile at fetlife.  His professional website is Peter Belvin Photography.

I’m looking forward to attending some upcoming events that Domina Dea is hosting the rest of this year.  Keep your eyes on her events page. In case some of you are’t aware, she, Lady Hotchkiss, and I are presenting classes at DomCon.  Hope to see you there.

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Mistress Nicole updates on Her BDSM dungeon at the castle

As said in my previous post, those photos were from some time ago.

By now the skirting is being done, the window and door frames are painted nicely and shiny black.

Also recognizable is the hanging cage, which was to be seen on previous photos, when My slaves carried it in.

It needed some skilled hands to come to what it is now.

Still the door needs to be welded on to it, I am still looking for a handy welder. Mayby I even have to look for a non-slave for this job. Aparently doors are not such an easy job to ajust well. Especially when they are curved!

And we DO want the cagedoors to close well, DON’T WE ?

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The Business of Professional Domination

I am teaching The Business of Professional Domination at Dungeon Servitius in downtown San Diego Saturday September 19th at 6:00 PM.  A party follows.  It’s just ten bucks to get so come.

This is one of my favorite workshops.  I love to teach business, whip out my graphs, stats, and show off my way too many years of experience in this industry.

Also, I’m working on a book of this same topic so I have a lot of information to cover.  If you want to know how to make a little extra money as a prodommes or you want to make a career out of this gig – come to this workshop!

It’s good for clients too.  I’m wicked excited so I hope I see you there!

Visit http://www.dungeonservitus.com for details and to rsvp.

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Sex toys controlled via the internet

A friend blogged about a favourite sex toy which is  controlled via the internet.

I’d heard of sex toys being operated by a remote, but usually within a limited range.

“The Televibe is a must for great phone sex or long distance domination. It’s easy to use and comes with an instruction packet.”

There’s a menu: you key in various numbers for different effects. No. 8 is Techno!

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Rope Passions at Play: “A Night of Sensual Art starring Lee Harrington”

General info

Thursday, September 24, 2009

06:30 PM to 11:30 PM

Little Wings Social Club  map

2241 Faulkner Road, Atlanta Ga 30324

$20/person at door

Fetish, classy, sexy, nakid or casual… Be yourself

Description

Event Schedule:

• 6:30pm – Doors swing open and the community gathers, shaking off the mundanities of the day.

• 7:00pm – 8:00pm – Rope Artists, including Ozgolith, will be tossing ropes on models in a “Walk About” rope fashion show.

• 8:00pm sharp – Show Starts

o Two energetic performances by Lee Harrington

o Sensual and sadistic performance by Tat and sassy

o Audience interactive choreographed rope performance by Artemis Hunter and Ginger Myrrh • 9:00pm – 10:00pm – Performer Q&A • 10:00pm – 11:30pm – Time to socialize and rub up against against rope friends

Lee Harrington, an inspiring rope artist and educator, will be in town and graciously offered to share 2 rope performances for the Atlanta Rope Community.  We are very excited to create a time and space in which to share with him some rope magic.

Tat and sassy have something steamy to share.  Come see the what happens when rope laced testosterone smacks up against a willing woman.  Artemis Hunter and Ginger Myrrh, Knot Guilty’s own home grown talent, will be on hand presenting an audience participation piece full of action and color.  Come spend an evening witnessing rope art in action!

Though this event does not include a sponsored play party, the Little Wings dungeon will be open. The space includes:

• St. Andrews Cross

• Spanking bench

• Two overhead points

• There are lockers for your valuables, bring your own padlock

• Little Wings also offers private and group bedding arrangements for the enjoyment of its patrons.

Location: Little Wings Social Club (http://littlewingsofatlanta.com/) Atlanta, Georgia

Costs: $20/person, includes showcase and dessert.

Sponsored by: Domina Dea of Second Circle Studios

See more of Lee at Southern Bash Sept 25th-27th

Arranged by Artemis Hunter

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Fly by Hai - Haiku Challenge

Yesterday was yet another Coterie luncheon with  Lady Hotchkiss and Domina Dea.  The major topic of discussion was DomCon, where the three of us will be presenting.  If you plan to attend, please let us know.

Anywhoo, they had a grand old time teasing me about haikus.  Domina Dea had posted a haiku challenge and encouraged  me to post one too.  I’m not a poetry kind of gal but I couldn’t resist attempting something that seemed a bit complex at the time.

I wrote this sitting outside on the deck.  It is overcast and the color of the woods has turned from green to caramel.

Fly by Hai

The leaves are falling slowly

Summer flew by much too fast

Ice will freeze and sheathe

I owe one with an S&M theme. *shakes head*

If you want to try your hand at ’simple’ haiku, check out these links,

How to Write a Haiku

and the results on an online International Haiku Competition

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My kinks vs yours aka mine are normal, you're just weird

Having a partner that just recently opened up to the world of  lovely kinky sex opens up a world of trouble. Mostly wonderful, exiting and interesting trouble, but also some trouble I’d rather live without. For example the trouble I wrote about in the last post, but that wasn’t what I had in mind just now.

The trouble that I’m thinking of is the Problem With The Colliding Kinks. It’s nice to discover that he likes to hit me and fcuk me until I cry of happiness and pain. It’s nice to discover (for him) that I, while close to orgasm beg for him to hit me. It’s nice all the ways to rainbows and happy bunnies bouncing all over the place to find our mutual fascination for fantasizing about old school harem girls and boys, tied up in some tent in the desert, waiting for their owner to use them. It’s nice even more to notice we both like when he smears my body in his cum and makes me lick his fingers and then kisses me (oh god, how hot it is with a man who likes the taste of his own sperm on me. Oh god oh god oh god).

Then suddenly he says something like “I’d like to fuck you from behind while you are eating chocolate cake. I want you to stuff your face with it while I fuck you until you come”. And I’m all weirded out. Yeah, sure, that could probably be nice, but eating and fucking at the same time? That seems messy and complicated. I would be all for drenching my body in something like youghurt and then fucking me, because it’s soft and milky and probably feels nice to the skin.. But eating? Concentrating on swallowing, the taste, stuff like that? I’ll probably try it, but I feel a bit estranged by the idea.

And the problem is very clear here, for any one doing kink. You have to respect eachothers kinks, weither it be that he wants you to take a shit and make him eat it, or she wants to be dressed like a whore and you prefer her to be naked. You can’t just go “Uh, that’s horrible, I hate the idea of you licking vomit from my face”, no, no.. it’s not like in vanilla land, where everything is bad, no, here nothing can be bad. It’s just different. Suddenly you end up with a whole range of variations on the lines of “yeah, that’s interesting baby, but it doesn’t do it for me”. Why? Why can’t you just be a hardliner on your dealbreakers and say no fucking way and get it over with? Because it might have taken ten years for this person to get to the point where they dare to trust any one enough to tell about this.

I know I felt really bad when my half fetish for pearls and necklaces got a bad reception when I told my last kinkfriend about it. I felt like a complete idiot. And that’s not even a very strange or dirty secret.

So, I guess, as Marie Antoinette (or whoever it was)  would say: Let me have cake.

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Finding my Inner subbie - Part V (Becoming my Mistress' pet)

Later that evening, L and i discussed the evening’s plans. She was going to take me out that night as her property, complete with a leash that she would be in control of. It was thrilling and exciting and i loved the idea. As i straightened my short, angled hair and enhanced my make-up, i was a bundle of nerves, but it was different this time. i was excited and anxious, but in a different way than i was with Him. With Him, my nervousness was a mixture of fear of the unknown and anxiety over pleasing Him. With her, it was much like a first date, i was nervous and anticipatory, but with a giddy sort of excitement bubbling over inside of me. i was beaming inside as i finished up the last touches and headed into the sitting area of the basement to wait for her. He was sitting on the couch, and patted the couch next to Him. i went over and sat down and watched as He worked on the computer. As i sat there, i wondered if they would switch His collar around my neck back out. (He had put His small silver twine collar on me before we went to dinner that night.) i wanted them to, i wanted the thick black one back. i rather liked the black one and missed the way it felt around my neck, a constant reminder of this newly discovered lifestyle and the excitement and energy behind it.

A short while later, she came downstairs in a long dress that was several different shades of blue and patterned in the style of thick brush strokes. Her hair was curly and shiny and her face was glowing. Her milky skin offset her bright blue eyes which were accented by the bright blue hues in her dress. She was smiling widely and i stood up, nervous and not quite sure what to do with myself. It definitely felt like a first date, and i fidgeted with my skirt as they chatted. i went back into the bedroom i was using, just to try and calm my nerves for a moment. i fidgeted around with my suitcase and tried to kill a few minutes of time so that i could stop my hands from shaking. After a few moments, i had gathered myself a little, and headed back into the sitting room. She was heading back up the stairs, but before she made it up He said, “Unless you want her to wear your show collar…”

She answered that she didn’t and He stated that He concurred. She walked up the first 2 or 3 steps before pausing and stating in a softer tone, “And it’s not my collar, Sir.”

With that, He grinned widely and she continued up the stairs. i thought about the exchange i had witnessed. i thought about her stating that it was not her collar, and i thought about all of the things i had read regarding collars prior to my trip. i loved the dynamic between them, so loving and mutually affectionate, yet with a definite air of procedure when it came to the exchange of respect between them. It was admirable, and it made me even more curious about their lifestyle and the system in place between them.

She came back a few moments later carrying His thick black collar that i had worn previously and my heart leapt. i wanted that one back on, even though i didn’t fully understand why. She stood in front of the recliner and firmly ordered, “Down,” and pointed to the floor in front of her. i practically jumped off of the recliner and knelt on the floor in front of her. She unlocked the silver lock from His collar i was wearing and removed it, taking off His silver twine collar with it. She then placed His black leather collar around my neck, and as He looked on He had this proud, satisfied and loving look on His face. He instructed her to put it on the tightest setting, and she slid the lock onto it and snapped it shut. i stood up and she said firmly, “I don’t remember telling you that you could get up.”

i laughed nervously and plopped back down in front of her as He reminded me that i was to answer, “Yes Ma’am.” i had never heard her voice take such a firm tone before. i was nervous and had a million butterflies in my stomach as she clasped the leash to His collar around my neck. She backed away with her bright blue eyes glowing in approval. i smiled, but waited for her to tell me that i could get up. We headed up the stairs and He followed us, and once we reached the door i asked Him if He would take our picture. i was so nervous, and i felt timid when asking Him to do something for me. i wasn’t sure how it was supposed to work with this new exchange, suddenly they had switched roles on me and even though i wasn’t 100% clear on where they stood, i certainly knew that i was at the bottom and that was fine with me. i was comfortable there, and planned on fulfilling my role as best i could. He snapped our picture and He kissed us both goodbye, and we headed out for the night.

During the drive there, she told me about their past girlfriends, and particularly about a previous relationship in which she was the 3rd. i was hanging on her every word, listening to her soft voice that dripped with sensuality. i liked her so much, and i longed to be close with her, to touch her glowing skin and bury my face in her hair. i wanted to grab her hand and hold it was we drove, but i was too nervous to actually do it. She told me how much she liked me and how she had not felt this way about a woman in a very long time. i blushed, thankful that it was dark, and her openness and honesty only made me long for her more. i had been with many, many females, and never had one tapped into my emotional vault so quickly.

We discussed being a submissive and she asked me what i thought about it. i stated that i was enjoying it so far, but was not sure if it was something that i could do 24-7, as in the slave sense. She stated that it was not as much of a 24-7 thing as it might seem, and that they had not “played” the way that we had played that afternoon in a very long time. This made me sad, and made me ache for her. i could tell that she missed it, and that her heart longed to be a part of that and share that with Him again. She went on to say that very same thing, and the fact that she openly stated how she felt without any hesitation, especially to me, considering my part in it all, made me melt. But despite her admitted jealousy, there was not a single hint of animosity towards me in her voice. It was unlike anything i had ever experienced. Here she was, telling me that she was jealous, the same way she would tell her closest girlfriend, completely disregarding the fact that i was the one causing the jealousy. It was mesmerizing, and it only made me long for her more. my heart literally yearned for her in a way that i had not experienced in years. i felt so full of emotion that i started staring at the street signs on the freeway to distract myself. i couldn’t be this emotionally involved. i couldn’t let that happen. i had to stop it, to put the brakes on and slow this down. But as she went on to tell me about the club and the people that ran it and how they came to know them, her voice drew me back in like a magnet. i couldn’t concentrate on the street signs or the bright lights of the city or the intertwined freeways around us. She was the only thing i could hear, see, and smell. It was intoxicating. And it was scary as hell.

“Have fun, ladies!” the valet said as we walked along the sidewalk towards the club. We entered the door and she playfully bantered with the door guy as i looked around and took stock of the place. It was clean and nice, and had TVs on the walls with shadow dancing videos playing on them. i looked around at the people there and wondered what the night would be like. i had only heard about swingers clubs before, and as we had discussed in the car, the ones in Vegas had reputations for being seedy and dirty, so i had never visited any of them.

But this place was not seedy or dirty at all. The people were happy, lively and chatting in little groups and the cocktail servers were sexy. We made our way over to a small table that had a man and a woman sitting at it. After introducing me, we all sat down and the couple we joined began asking me questions. They asked me where i was from, what brought me to Colorado, and how i liked it so far. i was absolutely bursting at the seams to tell someone about my day and how absolutely fascinating and exhilarating it had been, but i tried to calmly and rationally recount my day to them without doing jumping jacks on top of the table.

Pretty soon we all decided to go back check out th rest of the club, so we stood up and pushed in our stools. In the back room, two huge beds with reserved signs on them sat to our left. Past that were a couple of couches, and the to the right was a small dance floor with a large brass stripper pole in the middle. Writhing around on the stripper pole was a dark haired beauty who was wearing a short black and white dress and black lace thong panties, which showed when she climbed the pole and slowly slid back down it. i stood there, jaw open and entranced by the site before me. She was in her own little world, and she was doing some excellent pole work.

As we stood there watching the girl on the pole, she tugged at my leash a little bit. i was nervous as hell and hoped it didn’t show. She gently rubbed her hand on my ass and i blushed again, thankful that it was dark. She asked me if i wanted to go sit down and i replied “Yes,” eagerly, because my legs were shaky and i felt the need to stabilize them. We found an empty couch in plain view of the girl on the pole and all sat down. She patted the arm rest of the couch and on cue, i plopped down on it, stretching my legs across her. She took the rubber tassel at the end of the leash and started teasing me with it, flicking it against my chest, my arms, my legs and my feet. She slowly rubbed her hand up my thigh and my heart skipped a beat. i wanted her so much, i wanted her to touch me, to feel her soft hands on my skin. i wanted to lean back and lift my skirt and lock my hands above my head and let her have her way with me. i wanted to feel her hot mouth on me, all over me. my desire for her was intoxicating.

She flirted and laughed with the couple we were with and i watched the people around us interact. She turned and looked at me and seductively asked me if i wanted water. i stared at her beautiful blue eyes and then dropped my eyes down to her mouth and my bottom jaw opened just slightly. i wanted her to kiss me, so bad it was overwhelming, and she lifted her mouth to mine and tenderly kissed me on the lips. i tilted my head to eagerly kiss her harder but she pulled away, biting her lip and smiling. i was screaming inside, clawing at the walls and begging her to bring her mouth back to me. But she was in charge, so i let her turn her head away after a long lustful gaze into my eyes.

i was going crazy. i wasn’t sure how much more of this i could take. i wanted her, i wanted her now, and i didn’t care who else was around. She was discussing all of us playing together with the couple next to us and asked me if i would be ok with that. i said that she was in charge, but she stated that although she knew that, she wanted to know my opinion. i said that it was fine, although i was torn. Playing sounded fun to me, and it had been a month or so since i had played with more than just one person, but i also wanted her all to myself, without any distractions. i wanted to run my hands along every inch of her curvy body, and kiss her thighs and stomach and breasts. i wanted to bond with her, to laugh with her, to share an intimate night with her, just us two. i wanted her so much i thought my chest would explode at any given moment. She was all i could think about, and i realized that i had been tuned out of the entire conversation and forcefully made myself tune back into what the group was saying.

One look into her bright blue eyes and again i stared at her lips, dying for her to kiss me. She did, slightly longer this time, but still cutting me off short and giving me the bite/stare ending. It drove me crazy. i wanted to grab her and slam her down and make her give me what i wanted. my desire was becoming full on lust and i found it hard to control. Holding back was a struggle, but it only enhanced my erotic state. i wondered how much longer we would be there, whether or not the other couple was coming back with us, and whether or not He would be awake when we got home.

We got up to leave the club and the couple we were with went to say goodbye and my heart jumped with glee. They were not coming home with us. We walked out of the back room and into the front room where we had originally been sitting. The other couple left and we stopped to talk to the owner. He had come by our table previously and we had been introduced. i asked if He would take our picture and she pulled my leash and He snapped the picture. A random lady near us suggested that we take a picture with Him holding the leash and we all 3 explained that the situation did not allow for anyone to touch the leash without permission. The lady seemed confused and flustered but finally gave up and walked away.

On the drive back we discussed my role in their life and how long they had wanted to find someone like me. She was so open, so honest and so genuine it was impossible not to love her. i wanted to hold her hand again, but resisted once more. i admired her, every bit of her, and longed to be close with her, not just physically but emotionally as well. It amazed me how secure they made me feel. They were such a combination of security, power, and love that it just ate away at me. i tried to stop it, resist it, slow it down but it was impossible. As we pulled into the driveway, my heart started fluttering again. We were home. i was finally going to have her.

We entered the house and went downstairs to see if He was awake. He was. He yawned and stretched and asked us how it went. She sat on the recliner and i sat in her lap as she recounted the night’s events for Him. She got up to go upstairs for something and He patted the couch next to Him. i went over and sat next to Him and snuggled up against Him. Soon she reappeared. i stiffened up at her presence, nervous and eager. She stated that she needed to do a couple of things and would return shortly. He asked her if she and i were going to play and she stated that we were for sure, very matter of factly with a wicked sexy grin. She went to walk away and He asked her if He didn’t have me horny by the time she returned if He was going to be in trouble and she nodded before disappearing up the stairs. He sat down the computer and stood up next to the couch and scooped me up with His hands, carrying me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed this time, rather than throwing me, and immediately laid on top of me, His full body pressing into mine. He grabbed my hands in His and shot them above my head, clasping them so tight that i could not move. He pressed into me, kissing me on the lips but quick, short kisses, much like she had done to me earlier at the club. i eagerly tried to reach His mouth with mine, but He pulled His head back just slightly out of my reach. He kissed me here and there, just enough to taunt me and set my body on fire. i could feel His hard cock pressed into my pelvis and it drove me mad with desire.

i wrapped my legs around His waist and He grinded into me firmly. It made me gasp and whimper and pout. i wanted Him, i wanted her, i wanted them both so bad i could taste it. He was firmly whispering to me, telling me how sexy i was, telling me how bad He wanted to fuck my ass, and driving me insane with want. He took one of His hands away from my wrists and used it to rub my pussy through my panties. i was squirming underneath His body and whimpering and moaning with an overwhelming urge to have Him inside of me. i wondered where she was, and wanted her to walk in and join us. i wanted them both, i wanted to please them, and i wanted to see them with each other.

He suddenly rolled over and took out His cock and presented it to me. i instinctively slid my mouth down onto it and began sucking and sliding my head up and down on it. He moaned and i gripped the bedspread for leverage and began sucking and sliding harder and faster. i felt Him throbbing in my mouth and He pushed down on my head, shoving His cock deeper into my mouth. Within a few minutes He came, and i eagerly sucked all of His cum into my throat and swallowed it. Just about the time i finished Him off, she walked into the room and eagerly crawled onto the bed. She immediately started kissing His chest and stomach and He stood up off the bed and came around to the end of the bed and we both knelt on the bed before Him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and then a fistful of mine and guided our mouths together. We began kissing and He joined in and we all three kissed for a few luscious moments. He released our hair and left the room, shutting the door behind Him.

She suddenly let out a moan that was almost a growl and pushed me down onto the bed. She was incredible, her touch was soft and gentle and she had this breathy whimper that drove me crazy. i wanted to grab her and pin her down and have my way with her, but i resisted. She crawled on top of me and shoved her breasts into my face, moaning and breathing heavily and whimpering so seductively.

She said “Mmmmmm, YUM” as she ran her hands over my body. She came up to my mouth and kissed me eagerly as her scented hair fell all over my face. i kissed her back passionately, so relieved to finally have her. i ran my hands in her hair, taking in deep breaths of it, and ran my hands over her head, down her back and swooped them back around to cup her breasts. She moaned even deeper, and suddenly sat up and ran her hands down my leg, lifting it up and running her hands down to my feet. She took off my shoe, rubbing my foot and then repeating the process on the other side. i was throbbing, and wet and ready for her. i undid my corset and whisked it off, followed by my bra. She slowly removed my skirt, running her hands down my legs as she pulled it down, and then repeated it with my underwear. i was now naked, and the cold air on my pulsating, hot pussy was exhilarating.

All at once she put her head down and gave my pussy a little lick. i moaned and twitched and gently spread my legs wider for her. i wanted her so bad, and i didn’t want to wait any longer. She eagerly began licking me, gently at first and then more aggressively. She pressed her tongue into my pussy firmly and rubbed it around in circles. It felt wonderful, and i moaned and lifted my knees and squirmed underneath her. She grabbed my legs and held them still as she ate me eagerly and passionately, moaning and whimpering and licking me. i had not been with a woman in a long time that ate me that eagerly, and her incredible noises made me insane. She let go of my legs and thrust one of her hands into my pussy, thrusting it deep into it and moaning and licking rhythmically. i felt myself start to tense and tighten and the buildup sensation in my pussy was getting stronger. i felt as if i were going to squirt, but tried really hard not to since her face was right there. She stopped suddenly and stated that i was not allowed to cum yet and came back up to kiss me some more. Within seconds, she was back down there, licking me firmly and quickly.

my climax was coming, hard and fast and i finally stopped resisting and let it wash over me. It tingled all over the pit of my stomach and abdomen, and spread down my pelvis and into my thighs. i moaned and groaned and spread my legs as far open as i could, letting it centralize in my pussy and explode slowly and strongly. It lasted a few more moments and then began to subside, as she lifted her head and kissed my stomach and breasts. She flicked her tongue on my nipples and i grabbed her head and pushed it into me. She opened her mouth and bit my nipple, squeezing it between her teeth firmly. i moaned and sputtered “yesss” through gritted teeth. i wanted her to rip at my nipples with her teeth and break the skin. It turned me on so much i could barely stand it. i finally tossed her over and slammed her down on her back, immediately kissing on her body with my hot eager mouth.

i kissed her neck and breasts and torso and made my way down, pausing with my head inches from her pussy, but close enough to let my hair tickle her skin. i ran my hand up her right leg and shoved it to the side firmly, exposing her to me. i kissed her along her thigh and made my way to her pussy. i paused for a few moments and then suddenly ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, opening her in the process. She gasped, a long deep gasp and shoved her hands above her head and then moaned as i began licking her firmly from bottom to top and back and forth. She was groaning and moaning and slid her other leg open, which i immediately grabbed. i used my hands on her thighs for leverage and shoved my face deeper into her, licking her firmly and eagerly. She tasted amazing, like hot, gooey Krispy Kreme donuts straight out of the fryer. i moved my head back and forth and up and down, faster and faster, anxious to have her cum into my mouth. i made my way up to her clit, and found “the spot.” i started rubbing my tongue firmly onto the spot, faster and faster and back and forth. my entire head was shaking back and forth and she was moaning and groaning louder and louder. i could tell that she was going to climax, but i was not ready for her to be finished yet. i went back to licking her in long slow strokes, from bottom to top, and she squirmed and moaned even louder. After a few strokes, i moved my tongue back up and found the spot and began forcefully and firmly rubbing it with my tongue again. She began to cum, tensing up and wailing very loudly. Her sounds were turning me on and making me want to work harder. She moaned and moaned and i rubbed her with my tongue, concentrating on staying in the same spot so that she could finish. She did, and i sucked on her clit a time or two, making her twitch and gasp and cover her pussy with her hand so that i would stop. It was my favorite trick – i loved being begged to stop. It meant that i had done my job.

After talking a while, we were both tired and heavy-eyed and she stated that she was going to head up to bed. She gave me a kiss and left the room and i snuggled down into the bed and fell asleep, happy, satisfied, and smiling.

xoxoxo

sunshine

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Updated News from Isle of Shadows

Well as I’m posting our schedule late I thought perhaps I can get some news out while I’m here.

October will once again be a big month at Isle of Shadows. We’ll be celebrating our 3rd anniversary of the Islands Date to be announced. Also our annual costume ball/Halloween party will be taking place. We’re currently looking for live performers for this event and it looks as if it’ll be the usual monster affair not to be missed.

On a cultural note Isle of Shadows is proud to announce that comming in October we’ll be having the Grand opening Gala of the Blues Factory Art Forge Museum. This museum will feature the history of the blues and pictures and biographies of influential blues musicians. On the second floor the “Art Forge” will feature cutting edge original art work from some of SL’s hottest artists. 

October will also see new classes and lectures added to our line up of lifestyle educational presentations. The first being ” The path to Domination” This class is specifically geared towards Dominants which are new within the lifestyle. Its goal is to help the new dominant develop their skills.

The second new class we’re adding is “Protocol & Etiquette – The Differences” This class will help folks distinguish the differences between these two often ambiguous terms.

Last the class entitled “BDSM Lifestyle – Evolving Desires” This class will explore the evolvution of being attracted to the BDSM lifestyle and stages one goes through while comming to terms with their desires to participate in BDSM.

Other news is that our neighboring island Mismera will be opening the new dark southern roleplay Mismera County. The grand opening date is yet to be announced but should be a hell of a party in great Halloween style!

In October Isle of Shadows will be opening a limited amount of rental properties for those in the BDSM or alternative lifestyles. Shadow Sky homes will offer fully furnished contemporary loft sky homes at affordable prices with additional prim allowance so you can add a personal decorating touch or furnish your dungeon

Our last bit of news Isle of Shadows, Bay of Shadows and our parent company Shadow Ventures, Inc has obtained it’s certification as a domestic non profit organization! Please visit http://www.shadowventures.org for more information!

As you can see alot is happening at the Shadow Islands. Hope to see everyone there. http://slurl.com/secondlife/Isle%20of%20Shadows/152/164/503/

Aiko Gaea – Isle of Shadows

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Update on ElectroRapture

image copyright © DXS Rapture, all rights reserved!

This just in from Madame Ember:

We have a truly electric offering this month: Electric Rapture at Dark Electric’s! Saturday, September 19th at 9PM until we’ve all had enough. If you think you have seen all of Dark Electric’s toys, try visiting his own personal dungeon and workshop! Located in the spacious barn behind his beautiful *easy-to-find* new home in Sterling, VA, this dungeon is equipped with all of the zappo-wow electric toys Dark Electric has to offer, plus his own suspension rig, two huge projection screens, a pole for dancing (permanently bolted to the cement floor), and all of the sturdy, comfortable Dream~X~Streams dungeon furniture (which, by the way, is for sale…) And of course you will find the usual “chill” dungeon upstairs.

This time we are determined to have our vending table as well. Other accoutrements to look forward to trying: a large dog kennel out back (for those of animal inclinations); a beautiful outdoor cedar sauna (we will provide baskets so you can leave your clothing and metal jewelry, cause it’s HOT in there, up to 150 to 175 degrees) with cold water shower; plenty of crash space with lots of futons and an invitation to overnight, breakfast and coffee the next morning, and, of course, coat-and-bag check (please bring ones for the suggested $2 tip), fully stocked bar (tips are much appreciated here, too…) and our DXS House Dom/mes for your instruction and enjoyment.

And now that we have opened the Pandora’s box of strap-on play, why try to close it again?  ;->

We would be delighted to see you there. Please join us! RSVP to dxsrapture@gmail.com, or send your $35 membership dues to paypal (for those of you who have already been vetted).

If you ride Metro and need a pickup, please send us a note with your RSVP. Also, if you would like to earn a half-price or free membership by driving or working in other capacities, please also send a note with your RSVP.

Come join us in the garden of hot zap & tingle!

–OK, I think we have a wrap.

…fade to black…

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Sweetly Sadistic,

Unique Goddess

www.UniqueGoddess.com

Sometimes you just gotta grab life by the balls and give a good strong tug!

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Glow

My eyes fluttered open and I saw darkness. I could hear people talking on the sidewalk as they passed just 3 feet from the open window. My ears were ringing and a thin sheen of sweat covered my body. Slowly, I released my death grip on the sheets I’d clawed and grasped, having balled them up and squeezed them tight against my chest. I opened my jaw and turned my head, releasing the pillow from my teeth. It muffled my screams from passers by as best as it could when I crested over an intense and long-lasting G-spot orgasm. Still breathing heavily, I felt his hand pull away from between my legs. My body twitched and shuddered as he withdrew the still-pulsing vibe. Rolling from my side to my back, I felt the cold leather paddle beneath me, the bed wet from my sex. My ass felt hot.

Stretching my arms above my head, I let my hands hang off the side of the bed, the metal snap connectors jangling and straining against the D-rings of the heavy leather cuffs. My breathing slowed and I let out a long, slow exhale while I stretched my legs up the wall and crossed my ankles. I felt his warm hand travel the length of my leg, across my hip and come to a rest on my right breast, kneading it and gently tugging at the nipple. I moaned and arched into his touch. He shifted and came in close to my ear whispering, “You’re such a good little fuck toy. But, it’s time you got back to work.” He pulled the blindfold up and over my head, leaving me squinting, as the mid-afternoon sun washed over our bed.

HNT #8

Play along with Half-Nekkid Thursday at Osbasso’s and The Other HNT.

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Black Rope

One of my most inspired and brilliant ideas ever was to volunteer at the registration desk for Butch Voices. Not only did I get to meet everyone as they arrived, but I had a wonderful excuse to ask them their names and flirt outrageously in the name of selfless public service.

One very cute butch woman I met happened to share my given name, but with an “e” where the “a” should be. I don’t know what it is about people with my name – perhaps it’s the years we spend correcting spelling on everything from birth certificates to driver’s licenses to pay checks – but we are fiercely attached to vowels being placed in the right order and we tend to get a bit uppity about the “right way” to spell it. When I asked her how she spelled her name, she responded, rather cheekily, “I spell it right, the way my parents did.” I laughed and told her that I would be willing to forgive her parents for their poor spelling ability, just this once, and she broke into a gorgeous smile that lit up her face. She laughed and suggested something about my parents and we laughed together as I handed her the rest of her materials and she went on her way.

*****

On the last day of the conference, I was helping with the raffle in the ballroom. One of the final items left was a length of black rope, and I had put in half a dozen tickets myself with the hopes of winning it. (There’s just something about black rope that makes the mind wander to deliciously bad places, don’t you agree?) When the announcer called my name, I squealed, “hot damn!” and ran around from the back of the table where I had been working to collect my prize. The cute butch with my name also ran up to the front. We saw one another and, with big smiles, badgered the poor announcer with “it’s spelled with an e!” “no, an a!” “no, an e!” until he finally just gave us the ticket. Whoo hoo! It was my name on the ticket, and she walked back to her seat, more than a little dejected.

As I walked back to my seat behind the table, holding the sexy black rope in my hand, it was already whispering wicked things to me. The rope was slick and new and gorgeous as I fingered the length of it, imagining black against creamy white skin and moans as I pulled it tight, but the sight of her sitting in the seat looking disappointed was too much…and I walked over and handed it to her.

She looked up at me and shook her head. “No, you won it. It was your name on the ticket.”

“But you’re a butch,” I replied. “You need a black rope.” She was unconvinced.

“Do you have someone to use this on?” I asked, and her eyes lit up with wickedness. “Yeah,” she said, looking off into the distance and imagining scenes I could see reflected in her face.

Ivan Coyote had performed his “Butch Roadmap” the night before and so I looked at her with mock seriousness and asked, “do you have a pocket knife?”

She pulled it out and flipped it open. My heart nearly stopped right there, but I think I covered well – I only gasped slightly as I drooled on the floor.

“Do you have a lighter?” She nodded, “at home.”

“Can you do tricks with it?” She smiled and nodded again.

“Well, then,” I smiled. “You have to have a black rope.” I handed it to her and she took it from my hand, still not sure. “A butch with a pink rope would just be silly.”

“But,” I said, with a twinkle in my eyes, “I expect to hear some good stories in two years when we see each other again.” She laughed and agreed, thanking me.

****

Later on, she caught up to me in the hotel as I was heading towards my car to go home.

“Thanks again,” she said with that beautiful smile.

“Remember, I expect stories,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, with a wicked chuckle and a devilish look in her eyes. “In two years I will tell you about the time my motorcycle broke down and I used the rope to keep the bike together long enough to get me home.”

“That,” I replied, “would be awesome. It’s a deal.”

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Opuntia, or: the fallen name

I have given much thought to the right name for My new playspace.

A name is like the businesscard, it’s a first impression. And as we know: the first impression is the most important one.

So, what’s in a name?

Sound, significance, feeling, memories, emotion, etc etc….

And a businesname should be catchy. And easy to remember!

Also it should be something not already in use (bigtime) in Google by some other company or organization,

AND easy to be pronounced in all mayor languages….

So for a while I have been juggling with the name: Opuntia.

Sounds female, redundant, but kind of secret as it comes to it’s significance…

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The name came to Me

after I made these goreous photos

of these cactus surrounding the castle in bloom.

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I really feel that these plants resemble the BDSM so much:

their beautiful blossom carefully protected by their very stingy thorns.

Like roses, but more local.

(by the way, a lot of good S/M purposes for these cactus pop up in My brain)

Their latin name:

Opuntia ficus-indica.

But then I was put with My feet on the ground by English friends….

….Opuntia sounds like Punters heaven…

In the UK punters is slang for “party-hardy” people.

 And…uh… no, that is not My cup of thee.

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Verarscht

Wenn man mit dem Motorrad nach Italien fährt, sollte man unter vielem Anderen einen normgerechten Helm auf dem Kopf haben, andernfalls beschlagnahmen die netten Carabinieries dir einfach mal das Mopped.

Mein Helm, mir liebgeworden in all den Jahren unseres Zusammenseins, kann da schon lange nicht mehr mithalten, also nichts wie hin zum Zubehörhändler meines Vertrauens. Klar, dass ich meinem Alten nicht abfracke, schließlich haben wir viel erlebt, deshalb entschied ich mich spontan für ein schickes silberblaues Teil, für zugegeben wenig Geld, aber voll Gardasee-tauglich…

Gleich die erste Erkenntnis,  ein neues Visier sorgt für ungeahnten Durchblick, überraschte mich doch arg positiv, wie ein “nasser Pudel” aus dem Helm auszusteigen, dann doch eher negativ. Beim Check der Belüftungsschlitze, ja ich hab das Plastikzeugs entfernt, nur um zu sehen,dass ich nichts sehe, kein Loch -in den Helm-nur aufgeklebte Lüftungsschlitze…

Jetzt bin ich mal gespannt, was mir der Händler meines Vertrauens auf meine emotionale Mailanfrage antworten wird…?!

Irgendwie komm ich mir genauso verarscht vor wie damals, als ich die schicke Breitling-Fliegeruhr für wenig Lire, am Strand von Malcesine, mit den aufgemalten Stoppuhr-Zeigern erstanden hab…

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