Being bratty

I’m ashamed to say that I was a bit of a brat last night.

Within the BDSM community the term “brat” is usually used to denote a submissive who is acting up or causing trouble to gain attention. This sort of behaviour is frowned upon as it is one manifestation of topping from the bottom.

Topping from the bottom, if I understand it correctly, is the situation that arises when the submissive partner in a D/s relationship attempts to manipulate the behaviour of the dominant. For example a bound submissive might tell the dominant partner that “It would be a really good idea if you whipped me now”. An experienced dom would ignore the submissive and carry on with what he/she had planned but someone less experienced might go along with the suggestion. The submissive is now controlling the scene, presumably to the detriment of both parties.

Last night, I’m sorry to say I whined at C that I wanted her to tease me.

At the moment we seem to be running on a 7 day period of denial, then an earth-shattering release (for me) and back to 7 days of denial. Compared to some guys, 7 days seems pretty modest but it works well for us at the moment (I’m sure C has plans to extend this period that she is not sharing with me just yet).

I have noticed that for a couple of days after an orgasm I am pretty relaxed about the whole chastity thing. It doesn’t bother me and I don’t really think about it. By day 3 I am starting to get horny and this feeling just grows and grows until, by day 7, I’m a slavering puppy. The problem, for me, is that denial really means denial. There isn’t really a tease element. Occasionally, C will have me go down on her (which I love) but my cock is pretty much left alone. Later into the period of denial I don’t really mind this as I’m looking forward to release and I don’t want to jeopardise the possibility that this will happen. Around the day 3/4 mark it’s a long time to the expected release date and the todger wants some attention.

I have dropped hints to C that this is something I want her to do but, so far, it’s been very rare that any teasing happens. In all fairness, C works hard and has recently been promoted, which has increased her responsibilities, so she is tired when she gets home.

I know, I really do know that it’s C’s decision and I should just shut up and let her decide how things pan out. Unfortunately, last night was day 3 and I whined.

C was on it pretty quickly and told me to be quiet and that it was up to her what she did with her property but I could tell she was fed up that I had moaned. She went to bed early last night and was asleep when I eventually went up. This morning she was fine but I feel like an idiot. I need to remind myself that I asked C to do this and, while she seems to enjoy it, it is more work for her, not less.

I think an apology and a bit of pampering is in order tonight.

Taken [part 1]

It had been two weeks since I had come to my senses and broken free.

I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I had been talking to an older man online for a few months. I can’t even remember how it started, but somehow our conversations ended up focusing on bdsm. I knew the term, but mostly as a reference to scary horrible things that only freaks and bad people were into. I didn’t want to offend him or look uncool, or accidentally show my real age when he mentioned it (yes, it was stupid, but I had lied about my age), so I said I was really into it when he mentioned an interest. He told me a girl like me was the dream for bdsm, and that girls like me and guys that got them were one in a million. I felt a stupid grin spread on my face; I felt so special. I thought I better look it up some more to understand what he was saying.

I started looking at photos and videos, and was shocked and embarrassed to find out that my pussy was getting so wet. The guy and I spoke more frequently, he told me of his dark and dirty desires, and I told him mine; I played up to the role of the online slut, finding it came naturally to me. I got so caught up in it, so mesmerized by him that I thought I wanted everything we spoke about. I found myself stepping way out of character and agreeing to meet him.

We set it all up, and I was getting butterflies whenever I thought about what was coming up. I gave him my number so he could call me to confirm.

Hello? Hello slut.

[My heart skipped a beat.]

Hello Sir.

We make small talk for a few minutes, and I feel my insides melting at the sound of his voice; I felt my pussy get wet when he spoke to me, commanding me and being totally in control. I felt myself go weak, wanting to submit.

Now, you are going to come to me this Friday, aren’t you slut? You are going to be my little fucktoy slave, aren’t you slut?

I gulp. My mouth has gone dry. I come to my senses. What the fuck am I doing??? I whisper:

I can’t do this! What the fuck are you talking about, bitch? I can’t! I lied! I’m a virgin, I’m not a slut at all! I’m 14. I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. We shouldn’t talk anymore. Fuck! Please, I’m sorry, don’t call me again! I’m sorry for wasting your time!

I hung up the phone.

The way he sneered down the phone sent shivers up my spine. What had I gotten myself into? He had told me so many dark fantasies, I knew in my heart he wasn’t a “normal guy”, he wasn’t someone I should’ve ever spoken to. And the way he sneered… He scared me.

I was understandably relieved when he respected my wishes. I had blocked him on my msn just to be sure, but I knew he didn’t try to contact me anyway. I couldn’t believe the stuff I had said to him! My face burned whenever I thought about it. At night though, I found myself missing our conversations, thinking about all the things we had said and planned. I felt my face burn again as I realised how wet I got every time I thought about him, about being his slut. I would make myself cum, thinking about the last few months.

But, every time I got myself off I felt so bad immediately afterwards, I scolded myself, reminding myself that I was not that type of girl and that he was just a bad, sick man. I convinced myself he was just a predator, he probably does this to hundreds of girls. I just hoped I hadn’t pissed him off too bad.

To be continued…

꿀ㅋ벅ㅋ

꿀벅지…

이건 뭐 떡밥수치가 너무 높아서 그냥 넘어갈 수가 없네요.

하지만 워낙 논란이되서 말도 많았고 하니 간단하게만 요약해보자면,

저도 여기서 꼴갑을 떨고 있기도 하거니와 음담패설 좋아합니다.

야한 이야기하면서 흥분하는거 낄낄거리는 거 좋아해요, 누가 뭐랍니까 뒤에서 혼자 혹은 아는 사람들끼리 그러겠다는걸.

하지만

내 주변의 여자에게 대놓고 쓸 수 없는 단어라면 공공에서 쓰면 안됩니다.

어머니에게, 누나에게, 여동생에게, 선후배의 여친에게, 상사의 부인에게,

쓸 수 있음? ㅋ

그렇다면 당신은 용자, 나만해도 이러는거 최소한 가족에게 들키면 쪽팔린다고.

또한 애들이 보고 배울 건 왜 생각들은 안하는지 모르겠네요.

꼬꼬마들이 여자들보고 꿀벅ㅋ 꿀벅ㅋ 하는 꼬라지 상상만해도 끔찍합니다.

.

유이인가 하는 애가 자기에겐 칭찬이라고 했다믄서요?

그거 가지고 꿀벅지는 성희롱이 아니다 드립 열라치던데 씨발 기자 새끼들.

극단적이지만 얘를 들어볼까요.

창녀한테 너 참 따먹고 싶은 년이다 존나 꼴려하니까 엄훠 칭찬이네요 했다고하면,

그게 진짜 누구에게나 쓸 수 있는 칭찬임? ㅋ

이게 너무 극단적이면 자기 여친한테만 떡칠때 쓸 수 있는 칭찬이 있다고 쳐요,

그걸 다른 사람에게 대놓고 적용할 수 있으리라곤 생각하지 않슴다.

상식적으로 살자 좀 씨부럴.

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.

Melissa no site da Revista Nova

Passeando pelos sites de algumas revistas, encontramos no site da Revista Nova um montão de dicas de looks com Melissas. Tem Melissa de tudo o que é jeito: flocada, alta, baixa, preta, colorida…

Confira TODOS esses looks e em quais ocasiões eles podem ser usados.

Look para usar e abusar das cores no dia-a-dia:

Melissa Flower + Isabela Capeto

Look para comemorar a formatura:

Melissa Vinyl + J. Maskrey

Look com peças brilhantes:

Melissa Ashanti

Look vermelhão para ressaltar suas curvas:

Melissa Ashia

Look minissaia, meia-calça e bolsa:

Melissa Fetish

Look para arrasar numa festa de casamento:

Melissa Hello

E você, tem alguma sugestão de look pra alguma ocasião?

Manda pra gente: plasticfantasticmelissa@gmail.com

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.

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!

Master's Birthday Gift

I was the gift for my Master’s birthday

We checked into a very nice hotel suite in The Wynn in Las Vegas, Nevada. I put on my new red latex catsuit and high heels. We had bought some very cool institutional leather bondage gear from Medical Toys and I tested them out on my wrists and ankles … But the one big item we bought, that I was a little bit nervous about, was the sensory deprivation leather hood. There is a small hole over the mouth to allow me to breathe but it is still very intense because I could not see at all and hearing was very limited due to the heavy padded ears. Master laced this white leather hood onto my head and with each lacing I felt like my mind was slipping away … when he placed his hands on me I felt his touch a million times stronger. I was in his hands now, at his mercy.

I am posting all of these photos from that afternoon on my kinky Alterpic website on Friday 18, Sept. My birthday is on the 19th. Wonder what kind of games will happen on Saturday  …

Kisses from Slavegirl Anna Rose

Anna Rose wearing a latex catsuit getting ready to put on a sensory deprivation hood.

Sick Calls

Do you have employees? I do. And guess what? They’re dysfunctional as a crackhouse. Let me explain.

Luke, I'm your father. Trust me, I don't always dress in leather and freaky costumes. Only when I'm horny. So Luke, join me on the darkside.

Sick calls. I hate fucking sick calls. They’re excuses to avoid working, plain and simple. Unless it involves children being sick or someone dying, then guess what, S.D. is fucking sympathetic.

Me, too. My thoughts are with you, but bear with me, I have a short term memory.

My sick call today went as follows:

Employee: I pooped my pants. I won’t be in ’til later.

Had you came to work, motherfucker, I would've made you wear this, just for shitting yourself silly.

I get a lot of sick calls about cramps. I’m bleeding, I can’t come to work today! Bitch, you work at a fucking hospital! If I need to break out the crash cart and haul you to the ER, then fuck it, get your ass to work!

Someone's definitely wishing they got their period in here...

Bottom line. If you’re going to call in sick to work, make it sound fucking halfway plausible.  “I pooped my pants” just sounds like a fetish. Forty-year-olds do not shit their pants and call into work. They just don’t. It’s wonder termination follows close behind the actions.

SEXY STYLE: Model Sabina with new Fashion Photo at MyFashionShow

MyFashionShow proudly presents

Model Sabina

Sabina is a fashion model from Duisburg, Germany, specializing in portrait, fashion, sports, swimwear, hair/make-up, parts modeling, art, lingerie, glamour, erotic/fetish, fine art nude, nude, pin-up, body painting, fetish and vintage.

Über Model Sabina

Sabina kommt aus Duisburg, ist bereits auf mehreren Modeschauen gelaufen und hat es bei der Miss NRW 2008-Wahl bis ins Finale geschafft. Besonders interessiert ist sie an Paarshootings (Boy/Girl), Bodypainting sowie Bademoden- und Katalogshootings. Gerne würde sie sich einmal in einer Werkstatt, einem Whirlpool oder einer Bahnhofshalle ablichten lassen.

Name: Sabina

Wohnort: Duisburg, Nordrhein-Westfalen

Körpergröße: 172 cm

Maße: 90-65-90

Einsatzbereiche: Portrait, Fashion, Bademode, Dessous, Teilakt, Fetisch, Bodypainting, Foto- und Videoaufnahmen

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Juicy, meatier maids to serve your flubber fetish

It’s quite refreshing to see a maid cafe with chunkier servers, especially in Japan, a country swamped with stick-thin Japanese women. I remember asking a salesgirl how she managed to stay so thin, and she replied nonchalantly, “I don’t eat.” Right. Still, despite the overwhelming preference for skinny gals, there are those that want more junk in the trunk. Enter the Tokyo-based Pomeranian Maid Cafe, fully equipped with a minimum weight requirement for its wait staff. Ichigo, the woman and brains behind this cafe, used to work at a regular maid cafe and felt inferior because of her weight. She then decided to turn the heft to her advantage, and thus Pomeranian was born. I’m just a little disturbed that they used my dog Peanut’s breed as the name of the cafe.

Click here for in depth interviews with the flabulous gals.

Emily

The Dark Raunchy Night

Individuals and couples all have something that they find turns them sometimes it can be obvious things. From individuals liking obvious things like Feet and Panties to not at all obvious like Ballons or Watersports. Then couples liking sex outdoors to being watch through to Medical play or chastity play. However when the sex cannot take place without these kinks it becomes a Fetish, but thats for another post.

Sometimes people search out these kinks without even noticing sometimes, and find they turn you on, and sometimes they search you out.

Over the last few years we have succumb to having one such not so obvious one searching us out. It all started when we rented the movie Blade a few years ago we were enjoying it and must have got about half way through it. We suddenly found ourselves getting really turned on then before the movie got anywhere near the final credits we ended up having the hottest riskiest sex we have ever. It was risky because it was in the front room of Kittie’s house whilst family members were sleeping upstairs. We had never taken this risk and had always said the thought of maybe being caught by family members a real turn off.

So afterwards we were kinda shell shocked not only just how hot it was but also the risks involved. We definitely put it down to the movie but just couldnt work out why and how. The next time this happened was with blade 2 same things same results  so we started coming round to the fact that this was down to Dark Comic book films. Strange thing is it’s not a case of oh lets watch Batman and have sex, it just kinda happens without thinking about it or making a conscious decision.

So last Saturday, whilst watching  The Dark Knight, it ended in hot raunchy noisy dont care who hears sex! So now this has been added to the long list of other Dark Comic Book Movies that got us hot and bothered. Dark Knight 1 & 2, Sin Cities, Hell Boy and Blade Runner. So this has kinda found us its a nice surprise but also strangely odd as it really does just happen we dont even sit down watching thinking or knowing it’s going to result in sex.

So what are your things either personal things that get you going as an individual or get you going as a couple that have surprised you and come out the blue? Feel free to share below in the comments box.

Kittie & Charlie

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Recent Clientele: Burlesque Performers

Burlesque

Annette Betty

Cecilia Bravo

Chaz Royal

Chrys Columbine

Dangerous Dolly

Desmond O’Connor

Miss Dolly Blowup

Femme Ferale

Frivolitease

Gypsy Hotel

Mademoiselle Katarina

Marianne Cheesecake

Miss Lalla Morte

Missy Macabre

Pustra & Vile-een

Romany Diva of Magic

Miss Scarlet Daggers

Sienna Sinclaire

Siren Stiletto

Stella Plumes

Stranger than Paradise

Trixie Sparkle

The London Burlesque Festival

Violet Crumble

Warren Speed

SNIFFING GIRLS FEET & LOVING IT

I live alone in the philippine as my kids live with my ex wife, so at least once a week, one or 2 girls come over. i call them my angels. they are students who need money so i pay them to come to my place. 2 of my favorites are Ana and Jane. They both do as I tell them, to make me kiss and smell their feet and tease me with their feet like I was their slave. A typical scenario is that I lie in bed naked as Jane, who has one of the sexisest feet I’ve even seen (size 6), first puts her shoe or sandal on my face and makes me kiss and smell it. Then slowly, she takes off her shoe and makes me kiss and smell her heel as she goes all the way up asking, “How does it smell?” I tell her, “It smells so good.” Jane then says, “Good. Smell it some more!” She tells me, “You like it” while Ana jerks me off at the same time. Jane then takes off her shoe, places it on my face and makes me kiss and smell the insides of her shoe. She presses it with her foot. “Inhale! Inhale hard! Smell my shoe!” She commands. So I inhale and smell as I go crazy with the smell of her shoe. Then she pushs the shoe away and puts her soles in front of my face. “Do you like that?” She asks. “Yes Jane, you know I do.” I tell her as she giggles. She rubs her sole on my cheeks, face and then teases me. She puts her instep on my face and says, “Kiss it. Hold my foot and keep on kissin it!” “Yes Jane.” “Miss Jane!” She reminds me. After a few seconds, she takes her foot away and tells me, “Come on! Kiss it some more, you stupid dirty old man!” I try to kiss it, but she has her other shoe on my chest. I can’t reach it, so she and Ana giggle at my predicament. Then Jane suddenly puts her foot on my nose and presses against it. She takes it away again and teases me by swaying her foot over my face and laughing. Then she suddenly puts her toes on my nose and presses them down. With a commanding voice she says, “Smell them!” I smell for all I am worth. “Do you like the smell of my feet?” “Yes Miss Jane.” “Well here! Smell both of my feet!” She then takes off her other shoe and places both of her feet on my face, pressing down while I inhale the sweet fragrance of her feet that had just come from her high heeled shoes. I cum in no time. After resting for 20 minutes, it is now Ana’s turn to do the same things as Jane is the one to jerk me off. Ana, who is 23, makes me kneel first on the floor while she sits on my bed and makes me kiss and smell her shoes. All the while she teases me and tells me to jerk myself off. “Like the smell of my shoe?” “Yes Miss Ana.” “Lick the shoe, too!” “Yes Miss Ana” Then she slowly holds my hair and removes part of her shoe while making me smell her foot which is still inside of her shoe. I almost cum again. As I mentioned, it is the smell of the shoe, sock and feet that turn me on the most. “Smell little puppy,” she tells me as she forces my face inside of her shoe. “Yes Miss Ana.” As I get aroused, Ana lets go and commands, “Lie here on the bed!” As soon as I lay on my back, Jane jerks me off while Ana does her thing with her feet. That’s the way my scenario goes with these pretty masseuses. I have 6 masseuses to choose from. Sometimes I get one. Sometimes two. This has been going on for 2 years now. I hope you like my story.

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Critique of Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema

 

I was forced to read Laura Mulvey’s ‘Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema’ do develop a discourse for a thesis of study.

 

I am fascinated by her concepts of ‘Male Gaze’ as developed by her: classifying the ‘gazed upon,’ as a scopifilia, a voyeur’s gaze, and the gaze for the fetish.

 

Both gazes are inherently male centered but according to Mulvey, the voyeur’s gaze is based on sexual instinct, where as, the gaze of fetish is based on the ego’s libidinal acquired. For both of the gazes, she attributes the male symptom of Freudian discipleship—‘castration anxiety’.

 

The voyeur’s gaze,  for Laura Mulvey ,  gives the power of possession to the male subject as  gazing& power,  akin to sadism, where the male can control the gaze as a dichotomous split of the repressed and the transgressed and enjoy the spectacle,  if he is a viewer,  or create the spectacle ( in assumed innocence)  if he is the director/auteur.  Mulvey assumes that even if a (she) is watching, she is excluded or marginalized, or explored and possessed visually as an analogy.   

 

The gaze for the fetish on the other hand, capitalizes the feminine body to state of acceptance, where non-transgression modes of acceptance of the feminine body as the wonder- adored, nature’s pin-up of divinity- nude, fascinated –worshiped,  emerge as stunning modes psychic identification. In this model of Mulvey’s discourse, she does not want to acknowledge the desire of the gazed upon to be desires and gazed upon.  For example, she is not sure why a Madonna wants to be a Madonna, or a Magdeline wants to be a Magdeline, or a street girl wants to rise from rags to riches as Ms. World; she Ms. Mulvey is sure that it is male’s gaze of the fetish.         

 

And for these modes of male –discourse, Mulvey argues for the concept of ‘radical destruction of pleasure.’ Well, the models for averting/subverting the gaze are not prescribed by her.      

         

I would like to argue with her theoretical assumptions on the following grounds:

 

a) The male gaze is not a symptom of ‘castration anxiety’. It is a reservoir of ‘gap’ (gap is a term used by Lacan to show an area where the ‘discourse of the other’ can displace one signifier with another)    created within the ‘circumcised male’ who is forced to paternalize instincts as behavior, culture and norm   with a father complex and reject maternlized given bonding which are acquired during the mirror stage. The male gaze of the voyeur transgresses the paternal created as the ‘in the name of the father as a signifier’ and relives the illusion of fixated bonding within the spectacle of the Cinema.

 

b) ‘Castration’ is a misconception of Freud who tried to create two pseudo entities of the Oedipus complex, a castrated male and penis envying female. The male nor the female was castrated but circumcised to accept paternal and maternal codes of accepted norm to live within the discourse of culture. 

 

c) ‘Circumcision complex’  is both male and female role- oriented and binary divides their roles as distinctive genders. Levels of the circumcision complex would vary from person to person.  Its non acceptance as a   zone of the same/neutral gender,  makes the orientation towards gender as preference, a differAnce.

 

d) Gaze of the fetish takes place when the fixated complex within the circumcision complex is role reversed, as the accepted fulfillment of feminine role. The gaze of the fetish lasts within the mainstream of world culture and its complexes producing awesome worship, admiration, and also sadness of departure for characters/actors of this role like Princess Diana.

e) The biggest flaw of the Freudian Phallic centre is: both genders become of conscious of their sexual difference through identification of their body with biological cognition. This happens cognitively rather than psychically as interactive process of literacy,  and identification of the body as the zone of gender difference.

(c) reserved by the author 2009

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