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30 Days of Kink: What’s your opinion on online BDSM play?

July 22nd, 2013 5 comments

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I’ve been owned for eight years. Of those eight years, I’ve been involved in the online BDSM community in some way, shape or form. At first, through IRC. Then I started InsatiableDesire.com. Then I joined Bondage.com. Then I started looking around for other submissive blogs. And then, finally, I found Fetlife.com.

My opinion about online anything has been all over the place since practically day one.

Something people tend to forget when discussing online relationships, of any sort, is that there are still real people at the other end of the wire. Real conversations, heated debates, and occasional arguments are had. Real emotions, just as passionate as you’ll find in any face-to-face friendship or romance, are involved. Real bonds are formed.

I have a couple very close friends that I would, any time they needed me to, and so long as I was able, drop everything and give them a hand, a shoulder, M’s left testicle (What? I’d give them mine, but I don’t have one!). I have never met them in real life. We’ve discussed it, and I can almost guarantee that when we finally do, it will be amazingly fantabulous. We’ll laugh. And cry. We’ll embrace, and plant great big kisses on tear-soaked cheeks. We’ll drink lots of coffee, or wine, or beer, and chatter till the wee hours of the night, while the guys compare flogging techniques, or computer code, or whatever else they have in common. We won’t want to part ways when it’s time. And we’ll make oodles of plans to meet again. Read more…

30 Days of Kink: Cha-cha-cha-changes

July 15th, 2013 3 comments

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Full prompt: Since you first developed an interest in kink, have your interests/perspectives changed? How so?

The first time I had a name for the things I’m interested in was when my mother and I sat on the couch watching Exit to Eden, starring Dan Aykroyd and Rosie O’Donnell.

If you haven’t seen it, you should. Whether you’re kinky or not. It’s friggin’ hilarious. Best line ever is when Rosie tells the slave following her around that if he wants to impress her, he has to paint her house. But be warned. While I’ve heard there are places around the globe where you can absolutely spend some time living the glamorous fantasy presented in the movie Exit to Eden, it’s far from what being kinky is really like for the vast majority of us most of the time.

I was fourteen or fifteen when I watched that movie. And the first thought in my teen-aged mind was, “Oh my god, HOT!” There’s people running around in leather and latex. Pony girls and boys. Whips, and crops, and dominant men and women, and submissives, and slaves, and… And people paid to go there! Paid to have their sexual fantasies fulfilled by total strangers! I mean, yeah, in the book, the slaves come highly recommended from BDSM houses around the globe, and the dominants were screened, but oh my god! Can you imagine total strangers tying you up, naked, in a giant room full of other naked bodies, with a number marked on your skin with a grease pen? And all the people who aren’t tied up are fully clothed, and carrying whips, and paddles! And they touch you when ever and where ever they want, as often as they want, doing what ever they wish to your completely unprotected body! Read more…

30 Days of Kink: Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? If so, what are they?

July 8th, 2013 Comments off

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I’ve never been one for schedules. Formalities annoy me. I pretty consistently buck the system. Questioning authority has always come naturally to me. And I do things on my own time.

I wouldn’t call myself a “free spirit”, so much as I don’t like people who don’t know me, probably don’t even know I exist beyond the abstract theory of my existence, making up rules for me, as if they could possibly know what’s best for me.

This goes for just about everything under the sun, from how to cook, to how best to maintain my mental and emotional “disorders”, for lack of a better term. I’d rather eat crow, if I’m wrong, than concede a point I haven’t tested as thoroughly as I possibly can not having the resources to follow the scientific procedures the ever elusive “they” have decided work the best. I’m stubborn, and opinionated. I’m passionate and stand up for what I believe in, as much as I can within the confines of the station I have chosen for myself. And I will, without a doubt, unequivocally believe my way is right unless it is wholly proven wrong beyond all reasonable doubt.

I would have been a damn good lawyer. Except… Read more…

30 Days of Kink: Any kinky/BDSM pet peeves? If so, what are they?

July 1st, 2013 Comments off

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Ha!

Hahahahaha!

Who doesn’t have kink-related pet peeves? I have a lot.

[Disclaimer: Just because these things get under my skin, doesn’t necessarily mean I think people are “bad” or “wrong” for doing them. Or at least, not all of them. But if you see something you do here, take my opinion with a grain of salt, and keep on keepin’ on. I’m just some chick on the internet.]

1 – Wait…You mean you just started? I must crush your soul! AKA “The n00b Pwner”; Identified by snide responses to questions long-time kinksters can answer with their eyes closed, a clothespin on their tongues, and their limbs tied in uncomfortable positions, while suspended upside-down and backwards from an alligator clamp, complete with sharp metal teeth, on their clits.

Dude, seriously? BDSM is not World of Warcraft, and it is not shameful to be brand spankin’ new at it in 2010. Especially if you’re 19. Read more…

30 Days of Kink: What misconception about kinky people would you most like to clear up?

June 24th, 2013 2 comments

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God, there are so many.

Kinky People Fallacy #1: All us submissive types are beaten into submission on a regular basis. We’d have to be to stay with the dominant types.

First, let me point out that there are quite a few of us who get off on being beaten into submission. One of my most delicious fantasies involves that very thing. But I’ll leave that for one of the prompts that asks about fantasies.

To be honest, I’m not sure it’s possible to beat me, and other masochists like me, into submission. At least, not in the “I just refused to do something M wanted me to do, so he’s gonna pound me into the pavement until I quit my bitching and do it.” sense of the phrase. Cause, like… We’d both get horny. And then we’d have to have sex. And then the whole point of him pounding me into the pavement will have been lost. Read more…

30 Days of Kink: Humorous BDSM Experiences

June 17th, 2013 Comments off

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Full prompt: Tell us about a humorous BDSM/kink experience you’ve had. If you haven’t had one, talk about aspects of kink/BDSM you find funny.

In eight years, you know there’s a ton of things that have happened that are flipping hilarious. It just comes down to remembering them, and not letting the punchline fall flat, like it so often does if you weren’t there when it happened. So, let me just preface this entire post with “Guess you had to be there.”

Like the fact that my nipples still occasionally lactate even though my tubes are tied, and my youngest child is nine and a half years old. So even clovers have a tendency to slip off my nipples when we intend for them to stay put. And since I laugh off accidental pain, when M tugs, and the clover slips, and it finally catches again on the tiniest bit of flesh, I laugh hysterically, while simultaneously yelling “OWFUCKOWFUCKOW!”, and M laughs right along with me.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been all trussed up, hanging in the doorway, mouth gagged, blindfold on, and I hear, “Ow! Fucker!” “Uff ooo ooo?”  Read more…