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No Stupid (Kink) Questions: Episode 26 – A Master’s Boundaries

February 28th, 2014 3 comments

NoStupidKinkQuestionsGandhi said that if you want to change the world, you have to be the change you want to see. To that end, Insatiable Desire brings you No Stupid (Kink) Questions, a series of questions asked by novice kinksters around the web. If you have a question for us, leave it in comments, or send it to rayne (at) insatiabledesire (dot) com with “NS(K)Q” in the subject.

Question 26:

I recently spoke with a couple in a master and slave relationship. The master had overstepped his boundaries within the relationship and the slave spoke her mind about how the situation made her feel. She was quickly silenced by being told that her feelings don’t matter because she is a slave, even though that was never part of the arrangement. He then proceeded to punish and belittle his slave over speaking up about her feelings. How should a situation like this be handled?

First, let me say that it’s really difficult, as a slave, to give advice in a situation like this because a) I don’t know much about their relationship dynamic, and b) I don’t want to step on any dominant toes. However…it sounds to me like this woman needs someone to nip this in the bud quick before she allows herself to become a doormat (if that’s not something she wants), and this situation slips from a misunderstanding to outright abuse. And pretty much the dom and his delicate little feelers can go fuck themselves in that case. I don’t condone non-consensual abuse, no matter who the abuser is. =D

Obviously, the slave and the master in this relationship have very different ideas about the definition of consensual slavery. Sadly, it sounds to me like they didn’t do anywhere near enough talking and negotiating before she accepted his collar. This happens a lot. People think about the fun side, and don’t consider (or sometimes even know) what could happen if they don’t cover all their bases. Read more…

There’s always a collar on me.

February 27th, 2014 2 comments

CollarsLast night, I had to sleep without his collars. I’ve gained a considerable amount of weight since Master bought the smaller collar, so the chain gets caught under the steel. That mixed with sweat makes the perfect combination for a nice red collar embedded in my skin.

And then I dyed my hair again without taking my collars off. You can’t see it in that picture, but they’re both crusted in gritty plant goo. So the little bit of irritation turned into serious ouchieness.

Guess who’s back to calorie counting. For my next trick, I’ll be finding a beginner cardio program on YouTube, or something, because I can’t do more than ten minutes on the elliptical, and M can’t walk. He is finally giving in and going to the doctor tomorrow.

Who was it that said we weren’t gonna hibernate all winter anymore?

Yeah, she lied.

So Master says, as I’m going to bed, “You’re probably happy you can’t wear your collar. You’re gonna wake up all, ‘Mmm, no collars on my neck.'”

I started to protest, and he growled, “It doesn’t matter. There’s still a collar on you, bitch. There’s always a collar on you.”

As if there was any question.

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I might be a little twisted.

February 26th, 2014 3 comments

MeSo, this weekend, we argued. And I’ve restricted myself from DMs on Twitter, and any other private conversations (except for email, so if you need to discuss something with me privately, drop me a line at rayne [AT] insatiabledesire [DOT] com) because Master’s got one simple rule that I ignore constantly about private messages.

Basically, I have to ask permission before talking to people privately. Specifically men, and mostly because I used to get myself into conversations I shouldn’t be in without realizing where the conversations where heading (which only makes a difference because I was never actively looking to flirt, I’m just dumb when it comes to recognizing flirting for what it is), but he always wants to know what I’m talking to anyone about. He figures it’s his right as my owner, and he’s right. And I talk to him about pretty much everything, anyway, because we don’t do secrets and he’s my best friend, so even without the rule, I’ll eventually tell him.

I don’t really follow conversations into dangerous zones when I’m talking to women privately (even gay women), so if anyone’s being discriminatory (someone once accused him of that), here, it’s me. But if I’m to be honest, I must say I’ve never had a problem with women (even gay women) trying to drag me into conversations I shouldn’t be in. It’s always men.

Master knows I’ve restricted myself from DMs, but in truth, it was my idea, because it’s easier to just take the temptation away. I’m not trying to just ignore his rule on purpose, or pull one over on him. That would completely negate our dynamic, and indicate a much larger problem. What it comes down to is, I feel weird ignoring people until he answers me, or altogether if the answer is no, so I…just talk to them.

Apparently, somewhere along the line, I got the idea that not being impolite to other people was more important than following his orders. As if I think that, for even one second, he would care more about his reputation as my owner and husband (my behavior reflects on his training, his morals, and his manners) than whether or not I do as I’m told. Read more…

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So, Uh…About Aunt Flo…

February 25th, 2014 3 comments

M and me making faces“So, uh…shouldn’t you be bleeding by now?”

“Mayyyybe.” In truth, I don’t know. I stopped keeping track of my period the day my tubes were tied. I mean, I always have an estimated idea of when my next one is due, but since my last child, my period has never really been exact, and I finally just gave up worrying about whether or not I was pregnant because I haven’t gotten pregnant in thirteen years.

I mean, I know it’s been a few weeks. But has it been three or four? I dunno! Every once in a while, my cycle falls around the sixth of the month. Other times, it falls around the fifteenth. Which is it now? I don’t know!

“I feel like you should be bleeding by now.”

“Well…yesterday my back was killing me. Today my boobs hurt. My stomach’s fucked up and I can’t sleep. So maybe soon?”

“Yeah…uh…”

“Or maybe I’m pregnant,” I said sardonically.

“No babies! No babies! No babies!” he yelled, in his best game show voice.

“Yeah, that’s one abortion I’ll pay for,” I reply.

“You’ll do what I tell you,” he retorts. “So just don’t get pregnant.”

P.S. This is mostly a joke. Yes, I was a little late, but we’re talking days, not weeks, and M and me were mostly just fucking with each other.

P.P.S I started my period later that day. No babies!

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ToyWithMeTuesday: Shoot First, Focus Later

February 25th, 2014 Comments off

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So, uh…yeah. I have no idea how this happened.

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Product Review: Travel Pop by G-Spot Lollipop

February 21st, 2014 2 comments

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Ooo, what’s that?

_TravelStack2So one day, I’m just be-bopping around on Twitter, when I notice everyone talking about this thing called a G-Spot Lollipop. I’m forever on the hunt for a g-spot toy that works well for me, and this line is hella cute (I love lollipops), so when I was offered some of their toys, I jumped on the opportunity.

Believe me…I never in a million years thought “you should get the lollipops ready to fuck” would be a sentence that would turn me on. I am so not a food + sex kinda gal. In fact, I find the idea kinda grody. But other people are totally about that shit.

I was going to link to a bunch of porn flicks where chicks stick lollipops in their vaginas and anuses, but most of the links I came up with were to the free porn sites that are currently being called out for stealing content and putting small porn studios out of business. I’ll pass on giving them traffic, please and thanks.

Plus, I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but you really shouldn’t stick real candy in your vagina or anus. Which is just another added benefit to this toy, really. You get to pretend you’re sticking a lollipop in your orifices without giving yourself a yeast infection.

ANYway…this here review’s about the G-spot Lollipop Travel Pop. And I’m really excited about it. Read more…

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