Posts Tagged ‘pain’

30DoK: Define Your Kinky Self by Jade

January 17th, 2011 Comments off


Rayne’s been bugging everyone for a guest post defining their kinky selves for the writing project Thirty Days of Kink. Next up, Jade of Pieces of Jade.

From Jade’s Bio: I am what you see here…and yet so much more.  These are just pieces of me, of who I am and what I do.

Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.

As Scarlet Lotus says in her first 30 Days of Kink post, much of what I have been writing about all along in my blog has been about just that: discovering who I am in kink, musing on where I’ve been, talking about where I am now, exploring where I’m going. It’s been, and continues to be, a wild ride.

I’ve been practicing BDSM for about 10 years now, off and on, and in those years have learned much about myself and what makes me tick, and yet I am still learning, all the time, and it is still hard to pin just one label on myself. Read more…

Dad, M’s iPhone, and Pain. Mostly.

December 23rd, 2010 Comments off

Dad had back surgery today. Speaking of which… I should go call him back. I shall return.

Well, now, wasn’t that fun. May have broken M’s iPhone. Just fucking standing there. I am, without a doubt, the clumsiest POS around.

In any case, Dad’s doing well. He’s lucid, and they’ve fitted him for a back brace, and he claims he’s not in a lot of pain. This right after telling me he’d just called the nurse for his pain medication, and she was taking forever to show up.

He must have the same nursing staff M had.

I’m really not sure how Master manages it. Regardless of how little or how much exercise either of us do, He still manages to be so much stronger than me. I think He’s secretly doing pushups and such when I’m asleep, or at the store. It still always surprises me when He grabs ahold of whatever part of my body strikes His fancy and yanks me to Him. Or when He grabs my wrists and pins my hands where ever He’d like them to be. Or when He positions Himself in such a way that resisting His effort to force Himself between my thighs is impossible.

I’m not weak. He doesn’t keep me weak. He likes to know that if I have to, I can take care of myself. I mean, a dude just got shot across the street! Not that I’m, like, Super Woman, or something, and outrun speeding bullets. But maybe if someone tried to rough me up, I could turn the tables on them. Maybe. If they’re not as strong as M.

This morning, He asked if I was done bleeding yet, and I said mostly, and He said, “Good. I can start hurting you now. It’s gonna be fun for the whole family.”

Creepy fucker.

The rest of this week is going to be delicious, I think.

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30 Days of Kink: Define Your Kinky Self by TitsMcScandal

October 25th, 2010 Comments off

From The Upper Floor by

Rayne’s been bugging everyone for a guest post defining their kinky selves for the writing project Thirty Days of Kink. Next up, TitsMcScandal.

From TitsMcScandal’s bio: I’m a 19 year old who has always been obsessed with sex. I’m a kinky slave girl. I have also been passionate about sharing my knowledge and experiences. It is a natural progression then to have this blog.

To define my kinky self, I think a look back at where I began explains a lot of it. I was in an abusive relationship. The guy I was with controlled a lot of what I did and punished me if I did something wrong. Of course, because he was plain ole sadistic, he would punish me if I didn’t do something wrong too. Many people ask me now why I didn’t leave when I knew what was happening was wrong. It is because I got off on the pain that was being given to me. Plus, when he controlled me (by telling me what to wear or eat) it sent immediate shivers downward. Not to mention, the sex was fantastic. It was the first time I ever had done a consensual nonconsent scene. Granted, I didn’t know that it was called a ‘scene’ then, nor did I know that what we were experimenting with had a whole community out there that would have been able to harness what we were doing into something healthier and safer.  Read more…

A Different Kind of Breath Play

September 9th, 2010 1 comment

I’ve smoked cigarettes, and various other mind altering substances, on and off, since I was nine.  I’ll be thirty and a half in a month, so that’s twenty-one years.

Usually, I tell people I started smoking cigarettes at twelve.  That’s when I stole my first pack, and smoked the whole thing before it went stale.  Until then, I’d only stolen an extra long butt from the ashtray, or a couple from Mom’s pack.  Never Dad’s, though I’m not entirely sure why.  Unless maybe he’d quit by then? I can’t remember.

I became sexually active a week before my sixteenth birthday, to the day.  And just about every sexual encounter after that until I was seventeen or eighteen was in the missionary position.  There were very few, very random exceptions, but always with the ex, and never with anyone else.  The most noteworthy variation in position was… missionary with no pillows.  O.o Read more…

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Punishment and an Ominous Chain

August 17th, 2010 4 comments

I got in trouble today.  Apparently, there is such a thing as “too much joking around”.  Who knew?

I shouldn’t be so glib.  I did learn a valuable lesson today, even if, on the surface, it sounds a little silly.  But my way of dealing with just about everything is tomfoolery and jokes.

What happened:

M grabs my boobs a lot.  Like… a lot, a lot.

I mean, I’ve always had oversensitive nipples, but since I’ve been with Him, they’re like… permanently hard, and the breeze makes me want to cum in my panties.  That I’m not wearing.  ANYway… Read more…

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Product Review: Y-Style Beaded Clamps by Spartacus Enterprises

June 4th, 2010 Comments off

Ooo, what’s that?

That, my fellow kinksters, is a set of Y-Style Beaded Clamps by Spartacus Enterprises.  Notice the clamps are tweezer clamps, which makes these great for just about anyone.

How’s it made?

These clamps are made of purple and black Indian beads and metal, with rubbery black tips on the three tweezer-like clamps.  There are three strands of beads threaded onto silver jewelry wire and connected with small key-rings.  The strands that are intended for the nipples are each eight and three-quarters inches long (including the clamps, not including the key rings), and the strand intended for the clit is about thirteen and three-quarters inches long, giving the entire set a length of about twenty-two and three quarters inches.

Around the clamps is a small metal ring.  This is used to close the clamps and adjust the tightness of the pinch.

What’s it for?

Decoration, mostly.  The two shorter strands attach to your nipples, and the longer strand attaches to your clit.

While these clamps do pinch some, it’s not too terribly painful.  The bead strands seem strong enough to be able to tug on the clamps, but it really doesn’t change the sensation much.  And they’re fully adjustable from “light squeeze” to “tight pinch”, though tight pinch is far less than the sensation provided by clovers, or even alligator style clamps.

These clamps are great for beginners or people who are into light to intermediate nipple play.  Read more…