So, yesterday morning Steve got together again with J, during church as was planned. I didn’t really want him to go- I was in a terrible mood because Saturday could have been better. He left, regardless. He said later that it was even better for him because he knew I didn’t want him to go and it was bothering me that he did.
Yesterday evening, he finally got off with me for the first time since Wednesday when this all started picking up speed. He fucked my throat HARD and came in me 4 separate times, leaving me gagging, choking, spewing out & sufficating in massive gobs of his cum again & again.
I am a happy, much loved, and always adoring- cuckquean!
I’ve had yet another one of those wonderful epiphanies that makes me realize just how much of a miracle it is that I managed to become a functional adult. Aside from all of the support from my husband and friends, I’ve been able to find a tremendous amount of safety in the wearing of my collar.
When I first started this journey I really wanted nothing to do with a collar. I didn’t like what I felt it represented and it was something I never dreamed would enter into our relationship. Then I decided to give the collar a try, but with very hard and fast rules for its use. The collar got very little use over the late fall and winter months because I just wasn’t in a place where I felt I could wear it. We had so little time to connect and I felt the collar needed to be reserved for special occasions.
I wore the collar on Saturday night and found my feelings about it had changed. It still symbolized giving myself completely to him, but this wasn’t something I wanted to do every once in a while – I really did want it all the time. There is something so comforting about the feel of the leather against my neck, the momentary discomfort if I move in the wrong way, and finally the knowledge that I am his girl. Being his girl is more than just objectification (yet another concept I wanted nothing to do with). It means while I am here for him to use as he pleases, he’s here to love me, cherish me, and most importantly at this time, to keep me safe.
I find such bliss is being used in this fashion. I don’t have to make any decisions. I can express desires, but he gets the final say. I am completely fine with him fucking my throat and allowing me to drink his cum (my favorite activity right now) and I could care less about having an orgasm myself, I am just so happy to be of service.
As much as I want to, I can’t wear the collar all the time. While it is a very nice one (dark red leather with a swirl design cut into it), explaining it to my kids and others is too much for me to even think of handling at the moment. I’ll be going out tomorrow to get the supplies at long last to make my everyday collar – a beaded choker with a Celtic knotwork design on it. I want this so much – I even asked permission to add collared to my status on Fetlife.
My mantra for the moment:
I’m his girl, and he loves me and wants to make me happy, keep me safe and cherish me. My task is to accept this as true and to trust my Master.
I have deep reservations and criticisms about this work and would love to corner the author sometime for a long talk and caffeine fueled debate over 21st century sex work, but I’ll spare both you and her.
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The writer, a Sarah Lawrence grad and teacher up at SUNY Purchase, spent four years as a professional dominatrix while working on her undergraduate degree. This book tells the story. I may not dig everything here and cringe a little during her interviews (through no fault of the writer’s own, I should add), but I am 100% percent behind people in stigmatized work, especially sex work, getting their stories out there. I applaud her and hope that’ll be echoed by stampedes of folk going to buy her book. Find out all about Melissa Febos here. Buy the book here.
A fellow Fetlifer posted this…It really made me laugh.
“BDSM doesnt start or stop with sex.
It can be a component of it, to be sure, but there are many facets that can be explored fully clothed and an asexual fashion.
Its like Bacon, you can enjoy bacon any time you want, its delicious, smells wonderful and fills the hole in your tummy.
But, you can add bacon to just about everything else and make it better ! Bacon & eggs, bacon butties, bacon wrapped steak, bacon bits in the chili! bacon bits in the salad, chocolate covered bacon (its tasty!), bacon wrapped bacon with bacon cheese ! bacon burgers ! bacon wrapped sausages, bacon wrapped tofu (it might make tofu edible!).
So, there you have it.
BDSM is Bacon.”
He probably said it better than I have in any of my posts.
How does this Ruin My Wife trainer resist deep-throating this bitch I’ll never know. But Dave does a great job demonstrating his rope skills in binding Jasmine Lau’s arms behind her back, leaving her helpless to his perverted groping and violation of her sweet sweet pussy.
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I woke up this morning, after a million nightmares, it seems.
Last night was wonderful, Master took me out for a drink at some pretentious wine bar. I had a Malibu Barbie, and he had a Dirk Diggler. Mine had coconut milk, sake, and creamy goodness. It was delicious, and probably hopelessly fatty. I’m yoga-ing it off at the moment.
Master was treated to a full body massage when we got home, with lavender oil. After he was pleasured, I was chained to the bed, and we both fell asleep. I’m not sure why I had so many nightmares, it’s not like I have them all the time. Some were about my sister, and her yelling at me. It was so strange. I was so angry, but I couldn’t fight back. She’s not exactly the type to take me on in an argument in that way.
Master is coming home from work early, so he can take me to the independent theatre to see The Princess Bride with his niece. She’s older than I am, and I get a sick tickle of pleasure from that thought. Master is 10 years older than me, and that is always fun territory to play with.
I think today I’ll work more on my abs with balancing postures. There is only some cereal in the house, and considering that Master is taking me to dinner tonight, and that Barbie last night, I’m going to need to work out hard today.
Bob and Alice had been married for only a few years when he began to feel something was changing about their intimate life. Nothing bad, just a shift, and he couldn’t put his finger on just what it was. One evening they were watching a video, and in the opening scene, a man was tied to a bed, spread eagled, and a woman was riding him cowgirl, and riding him hard. Later in the scene, she would stab him to death, but well before that part, Bob heard Alice mutter under her breath, “wrong person’s tied down.”
The light went on in Bob’s brain.
He put two and two together and got the appropriate four. In this case, the first two were her urging him on to rougher and rougher elements in their lovemaking, and often saying “take it, take your f*cking piece” and the second two were her recent tendency to not say his name, calling him “sir,” “bubba,” “you bastard” or another of a multiple choices and the fact that she had stopped looking at his face when they had sex.
So, being a man who might do so, he decided to take a chance and test his “sexual arithmetic.” A couple of evenings later, he proposed blindfolding her, another recent idea that she brought to their coupling (should that be two plus two plus one equals five?) and she eagerly agreed. He had prepared the bedroom. After the blindfold was applied and everything else was removed, he lay her on her back on the bed, and sat on her, quite literally. Reaching for the two loops of cotton rope he’d set up on each head corner, under the pillows, he slipped them on, one hand on each of her hands quickly, and jerked his hands out lest he be trapped, as well. She jerked and lurched; he tied her feet; he tightened the ropes, and he f*cked her mercilessly. She came like he had never either seen or imagined.
They talked afterward, and she admitted some desires for things like being tied, not seeming to have a choice in being f*cked, being “forced” by spanking to submit to giving up a piece of pussy, etc, etc, etc. Being an astute man, he devised ways to capitalize on her desires, and after a time, their sexual escapades were all about her being tied or her being very submissive, either voluntarily or (supposedly) involuntarily.
All well and good? I think so. I imagine you think so.
Remember, he never went to a “BDSM store” to get “BDSM equipment” and he never went to a BDSM website to learn how to “do BDSM right.” He just learned what she needed, and found that he liked it, too, and went about using standard normal household items to meet her needs and feed his likes.
So, when, then, did they cross over from “vanilla” into “in the lifestyle?”
I wish I could make it to BlackBeat this year. It is really where my heart is. Still it looks to be fabulous even without me being there. If you can go, I would really suggest that you make the effort.
In 2009 Black BEAT moved it’s conference to a one day event, and as successful as it was, we’re ready to kick the recession in the butt! In 2010 we are back — up and running and all we need is YOU to make 2010 a huge success!! This year’s Welcome Back conference will take us back to our foundation to remind us all that Black BEAT is here to stay. We are planning to have a wonderful four day conference to include, BB presenters for your educational needs and a group of vendors for you to shop til you drop, and not to mention two (2 ) nights of fabulous play at The Crucible!
We are going old school, so pull out and pack up all your Black BEAT T-shirts, hats, totes and pins and join us for one big family reunion. .
On Thursday we’re going to kick things off with a group dinner followed by Club Black BEAT.We’re going to turn things up a notch with a kinky good ole time inside the host hotel. Kinky drink specials will await you plus some lively entertainment. Later that evening, join us upstairs on the VIP floor for a few After Party’s exclusively for BB attendee’s only.
Friday, we’ll enhance your kink with educational workshops presented by BB finest presenters. Later that evening, we’re asking all attendee’s to wear their favorite BB T-Shirt from previous years to the Welcome Back dinner banquet. During dinner you will see this years award winners to include the recipient of the prestigious Vi Johnson award and Master Obsidian will address the audience with his Keynote address. Later, we’ll cruise on down the highway in our motor coach to the Crucible where the kinky cultures wail and flail wares of artistry in the dungeon.
Saturday, we’ll pick up where we left off, revisiting our educational workshops and attendee’s can enjoy our fabulous vendor mart. Later, we’re off again to yet another exciting night of kink at The Crucible.
Sunday we’ll conclude with a farewell breakfast. It’s time to bid your friends and family safe travel. Get your hugs and kisses after breakfast, it’s then time to depart to our resident destinations.
You won’t want to miss this years conference, registration is now open!
So with that in mind, Black BEAT would like to say to all of our family:
Holy crap! I stumbled upon Coco De Mer while looking at last season’s fashion forte: the leather harness. I love the harness look because it incorporates just enough of the leather/bondage look into your wardrobe that you can wear them with/over/under pretty much any outfit to add a touch of alternative to your look.
But good LORD, Coco De Mer makes kink couture lingerie and bondage gear that’s so hot your eyeballs will sizzle. They sell everything from designer sex toys, to couture leather lingerie, to corsets, even wall paper.
I don’t buy jewelry. I leave that thrill to my guests, who love to lavish their favorite fetish on me.
Take Hiram, for instance. He arrived one day with the most elegant strand of pearls I have ever seen. He requested that I put them on while wearing my highest, reddest heels, white gloves past my elbows and . . . well, that was it—pearl choker, red stilettos, and long satin gloves.
He had me undress him, too, very very slowly. I felt him shiver every time my satin fingers brushed his flesh. When the last shred of clothing was removed from his body, I turned my back to him. With quivering fingers, Hiram carefully undid the clasp on the pearls and removed them from my neck. Just as carefully, Hiram redid the clasp. He held the pearls high above his head, opened his mouth wide and slowly lowered the strand into his mouth. I smiled at Hiram, ran my gloved fingertips over his face, then kissed him. While we kissed, that naughty boy Hiram used his tongue to feed the strand, two pearls at a time, into my mouth. Once the last pearls had been transferred from him to me, I bent at the waist and delicately deposited the necklace from my mouth onto Hiram’s patient little soldier, standing straight and still at attention.
Then there was Gorden. He arrived with a treasure chest. He had me tie him down onto my massage table, naked, and one piece at a time, I pulled baubles and gems from the treasure chest and laid them on Gorden’s body.
There were treasures of every kind in the chest—shiny metal pieces that almost sang as they clinked together; bright plastic marvels that belonged on movie goddesses from the 30’s and 40’s; and shimmering crystals that reflected magic onto everything else.
I arranged and rearranged the pieces like art, with Gorden’s body as my canvas. Once I was satisfied with the perfection of the arrangement, I picked each piece up and put it on myself—six bracelets each on my wrists, necklaces of every length around my neck, rings as big as ornaments on all my fingers, and spectacular dangling earrings for my lobes.
No he is not my Master. I am a Maitresse, I have no Master, but I do share a dungeon with one. I met him some time ago on a BDSM website, he was moving up from the South and offered me the use of his dungeon. We shared the costs of equipping and furnishing and we share the costs of running it as well. Sometimes we share our slaves.
I remember well the first time I saw him action. The woman was a marketing executive; married and in her thirties. She came to him one midweek afternoon, a Tuesday I think. Well dressed in a business suit of jacket and skirt; she looked like any professional business woman. A bit like I do. I was sat in the Master’s chair in the dungeon when he brought her in. She was surprised to see someone else there and objected to my presence but he told her bluntly that I stayed and he reminded her who she was. “You’re just a fucking slut,” he told her. “You’re my slut and you do what I say or you are out.”
His language and tone shocked me a little but it taught me how to handle people like her. She stayed.
He made her strip. As she did so he kept hurrying her along. He had a riding crop in his hand and he kept tapping her across the bottom and thighs to hurry her up. He also kept swearing at her; telling her what a filthy slut she was and how he was going to beat her. With her clothes in a heap by her side, he kicked them across the room and swore at her again. I have to admit that he scared me but as he explained later, he had got to know her quite well and got to know what she could and couldn’t take from him. She particularly enjoyed being sexual dominated and he enjoyed giving it.
As she stood there he walked around her feeling her body parts, it was almost as if he was examining her like a piece of merchandise. He ran his hand over her shaved pussy and asked her when she last shaved. She told him that morning but he called her a liar and told her she was bristly. She told him again that she had shaved that morning and he swore at her and made her touch herself to feel for herself the bristles and then he made her walk over to me so that I could feel too.
I could tell from the way in which she flinched that she had not been touched in that way by another woman. It was a little bristly, no more than you would expect really from a morning shave, but I agreed with the Master. “It is very bristly.” I told her.
He called her a lazy whore and made her bend over the small bench. The blow from the crop across her bottom even made me jump and squirm. She screamed out but he still hit her again. She was in obvious pain as he pulled her up and then pushed her down onto her knees. It was obviously part of their routine as she started to unbuckle his leather trousers. I must admit that I found it a real turn on watching as she released his cock and started to suck him.
He made her take it right down her throat. He was impressively large and she gagged and gagged; all the time he kept reminding her what a cock-sucking whore she was. After a while he made her break from that and suck his balls; making her take them deep in her mouth. That too made her gag. Then he made her rim him. He leant over the bench and she kneeled behind him and used her tongue on him. That was also a turn on for me; I had never seen anything like it in real life before, and it really got me going.
My next treat and hers too of course was anal sex. He fastened her down to the bench; her bottom exposed and vulnerable. I thought he was going to take her pussy from behind but no, he took a tube of gel and lubricated her anus before entering her. I was sat sideways from them so I could see not just the sex but also their facial expressions. As I mentioned, he is quite large and I could see from her facial expression that he was stretching her but he didn’t care. He just kept banging away at her. He also cropped her; with his crop in his right hand he hit her thigh a few times, almost like a jockey hitting his horse. It made her squeal but all he did was call her names. The best treat for me though was when he suddenly pulled out of her and moved around to the front. He held his erection in front of her head and masturbated himself for a few moments. I watched his spray of cum shoot all over her face and in her hair. He even wiped his cock afterwards with her hair. I was very tempted to unfasten my jeans and masturbate at that stage.
After he had untied her he made her lie down on the floor just a few feet away from me and he handed her a vibrator. He called her a whore again and told her to make herself cum in front of us. He took a flogger from the wall and perched himself on the arm of the chair I was sitting in and we watched as the vibrator whirred away as she thrust it in and out of her pussy. I could tell that it was off-putting for her to do it in front us this way but he was quite merciless, every now and again he would get up and give her a few hard strokes of the flogger across her body. She eventually came; her hips writhing on the floor and her legs moving uncontrollably as she moaned loudly, told me that it was not a fake orgasm.
And then came the anti-climax; it was almost as if nothing that had happened had actually taken place. They both smiled at each other and she crawled over to him and kissed his feet before getting up and putting her arms around him. “Thank you Master.” She said to him. “I really needed that.” She added before leaving the room.
Ten minutes later she came back after having obviously showered and put her clothes back on. She gave me a sort of good-bye nod and gave him another kiss and a verbal good-bye and left. A satisfied woman; a satisfied Master and a very satisfied student!
If you’re like me, or just curious, you’ll have trawled for hours online trying to find websites about somnophilia that aren’t judgemental or get their information from psychiatric studies done by closed-minded bible bashers!
This will be MY take on the whole scene, and will be both my experiences and fantasy.
Right, if you’ve stumbled on this by accident, or still don’t really know what I’m going on about, I’ll tell you.
I am a Somnophile.
Somnophilia is the ‘condition’ of being turned on by the thought or the act of having sex with someone who is asleep. This also includes the fantasy of someone having sex with YOU in your sleep!
Many people will tell you that this is rare, unhealthy, and the same as Necrophilia – and I’m here to tell you that those people are, for the most part, wrong.
Necrophilia is fucking dead people. While I can see the crossover between the two, most Somnophiles quite like the idea that the object of their desires is warm, not full of maggots and embarrassing gasses, and above all that they may wake up!
Of course there will be many reasons for why people have this fetish and how they carry it out.
One of the biggest things that seem to be apparent about Somnophilia is that it is predominantly the fantasy of females! This could be the submission/control aspect, because it evokes memories of ‘Sleeping Beauty’ stories, or even that by it’s nature, the act of having sex without waking someone means that you have to be very gentle. This is in stark contrast to most porn and most popular fetishes – not to mention most ideas of what constitutes good sex these days.
Another popular misconception is that it is rape. Of course, it can be – but then maybe we should question why people who are unwilling to have sex are in sleeping together in the first place?
Personally, I’ve been fortunate enough now to have had two sexual partners who were also into somnophilia. It was a simple case of it cropping up and agreeing that we trusted the other and wouldn’t mind if they ‘took advantage’ of them in their sleep.
I suspect that somnophilia is far more common than we imagine in modern times, and hopefully more people will finally be willing to talk about this despite it’s taboo status.
A while back I met an eager sub that quickly became a precious play partner. The energy we shared was fabulous. It’s submission divine. From the first session, it was apparent that the power exchange we shared was unique. It proclaimed the longing desire to be owned by me and to be a part of my stable. So, we slowly walked the path. Each time nurturing the bond that was organic. To be owned is equivalent to the sacred vows of a marriage. A life long commitment with mutual understanding. It would belong to me. Fully. Mind, body, soul & sexuality. Everything. Eternally. Just as my sacred Blue & Lily.
From the beginning, I made my first rule crystal clear:
it will serve NO ONE but me.
and it fully agreed and understood my expectations.
We were off to a good start & continued on.
Consideration of my ownership is not given to anyone. I chose Puttana to train. I felt that it too held the same dedicated quality as my Blue and the ability to serve mindfully & unconditionally. As we’ve approached a new year, I’ve learned otherwise. Our friendship outside of our D/s relationship led it to make decisions which in turn severely led me to abort the mere thought of possible ownership. It is a huge responsibility to take one under your tutelage. My time is precious and the time we shared was ours and special. I had great hopes for us. I feel we both did. I gave it many opportunities to attempt to salvage our D/s relationship. Although the pompous and self centered actions it took were full of ego and now covers it’s judgment in a veil of blissful ignorance. Once protocol is breached, there is nothing else left….even when you consider one a friend. I have no hatred in my heart. Life tends to reveal things to us as time progresses. If we listen, you’d be surprise what you REALLY hear. My only wish for it now is I hope it finds happiness as it no longer lies with me. That I give as a friend. Not Miss Lola. While my departure from it is bittersweet. It is necessary…may you find clarity ‘it’ & as time passes you will come to realize what we did have can never be duplicated-EVER it is not something you’ll find in a random turn over of house Dommes. Puttana is now dead. No longer existent. I bid it now a warm farewell.
The story revolves around Oribe Mafuyu and Yamanobe Tomo, who were raised by Tomo’s father at the private St. Mikhailov Academy who was once the headmaster, until when he disappeared. Now the two shojos are taking on the world living by themselves. Because of Mayufu being over a protective “mommas girl” towards Tomo, their classmates tend to tease and make ridicule them to make their lives -literally- a living hell. -insert noticable minor character intros here- One day, on their way back home from school, they come across an unconscious boy after Tomo (acting like a clutz) falls on top of him by accident and sheer coincidence of the precise timing. They decide to take him back home to offer him some hospitality. While the two girls figure out whether this unconscious little boy is a boy or girl, since they didn’t know as he looked in between of a boy and girl, they decide to take the precautionary as suggested by Tomo than to investigate his abdomen just to be sure. Little what they knew during their moment of inspiration, the boy makes a run for it behind their backs.
While Mayufu wanders off by herself to look for the unconscious now live boy she finds that the church dear to them and especially Tomo’s father on fire. Upon entering the scene, Mayufu quickly then attempts to retrieve the “icon”, as it’s the least thing she could save, only until she is then suddenly ambushed and tied up by Mysterious Masked Villain A. For some unknown reason Mysterious Masked Villain A knows who Mayufu and Tomo are and doesn’t believe that anyone especially Tomo isn’t going to come to save her, that is, when the boy who legged it who was once unconscious blissfully arrives and does just that.
The boy manages to save Mayufu in the nick of time but unfortunately runs out of Soma (in other words; BITTY! BREAST MILK!). Fortunately, the nun Teresa appears as well (who was briefly introduced earlier on) and offers her breast milk to the boy, which in while doing so, makes Mayufu reminds herself of an icon she once seen. Re-spawning and replenishing his well-being, the boy, now regarded as a Quasar, to bring forth a magical and deadly scythe like that of a Grim Reaper’s and totally beats the crap out of Mysterious Masked Villain A. Unmasking her in the process and making her flee.
After the sudden battle, Mafuyu tries to thank the boy for saving her, but he tells her instead that “those who can’t save themselves don’t deserve to survive” and that she has to take hold of things on her own (ownage). The next day, little did Mayufu knew, a new transfer student arrives at St. Mikhailov Academy! And much to Mayufu’s surprise, the transfer student is actually the boy who saved her the day before! Introducing his name as “Alexander Nikolayevich Her”, Mayufu tries to convince Alexander (I’ll call him that for now) to spill the beans, but he thinks that it’s better left unsaid for now. When the girls who usually torment Mayufu and Tomo comes up to the boy, he acts all cold and arrogant towards them and proceeds on to make a quick grope towards Tomo’s breast (luckyyy). In the end, he warns Mafuyu that “misfortune falls on those who get near him” and walks off in the campus.
Absolute disaster. Due to the heavy edits done by terrestrial broadcasters almost completely all the fanservice and ecchi/close-to-hentai scenes have been cut out and even ridiculously muted the erotic moaning sounds our female cast makes. Since I’ve yet to read the manga (and the rest adapted into anime series in 2009) I actually couldn’t really understand what the heck was going on at certain times. In fact, as I was streaming this episode, at times the screen would just momentarily freeze, making me think my laptop was acting up, but as matter in fact, it was actually meant to be there to edit out the risky scenes to show on terrestrial TV at the dead of night (srsly nao come on…). But on the bright side, a few ecchi bits where left untouched, such as… the strangely stimulating group hug, a little bug’s eye view of Tomo’s boobs, Mayufu’s expression of her first bondage, Mayufu’s flashy panties when being freed by Alexander and Tomo getting groped by the same boy.
The episode turned out as I predicted it to be. Little action scenes as this is just the first episode, little bits of flashback upon the history of the characters before the series’ time frame, and a little sense of character development. To tell you the truth, at first, when I came across Quasar during my decision of what to watch this season, I’ve always thought of Quasar of being one of those typical action adventure shonen battle series I’ve haven’t seen for such a long time. Until I read the Wiki article that is, when my hopes and dreams were utterly shattered and thus cranks up the perverse side of me (thank you). Haha
The opening is called “Errand” by Faylan, who if you never noticed is the same female artist who sung the opening of Canaan, “mind of judgement”. A bit at a slower pace compared to her singing for Canaan’s opening, but hey, great song there. Ending is called “Pasionate squall”, sung by Ayumi Fujimura, Aki Toyosaki, Minori Chihara, Aya Hirano and Yōko Hikasa. Typically, most of the seiyuus of the main and supporting characters. A little more up tempo compared to the opening, and being performed by the seiyuus of the show, it feels a bit more welcoming than third-party artists if you know what I mean.
Speaking of voice actors, check out the current list of the cast;
Yuko Sanpei as Sasha
Ai Shimizu as Lizzie
Aki Toyosaki as Tomo Yamanobe
Aya Hirano as Katja
Ayahi Takagaki as Ayana Minase
Ayako Kawasumi as Miyuri Tsujidō
Ayumi Fujimura as Mafuyu Oribe
Kana Hanazawa as Fumika Mitarai
Minori Chihara as Teresa Beria
Susumu Chiba as Yūri Noda
Toru Ohkawa as Shin’ichirō Ōtori
Yōko Hikasa as Hana Katsuragi
More notable and obvious seiyuus here. Say like; Aki Toyasaki… Aya Kirano… Ayako Kawasumi… familiar seiyuus this.
As I’ve heard from a certain source that AT-X is planning to air Quasar on the 26th-something this month, with AT-X known for its uncensored anime broadcasting being a digital channel, I shall put Quasar on hold for now and wait till if AT-X WILL decide to air Quasar on their channel and will air the UNCENSORED version, compared to the analogue channels…
Well that’s it for me now. Take care and leave behind the cookies.
