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  • Sexy Reads – Taking Eve

    Sexy Reads – Taking Eve

    A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure… Eve’s paranormal journey takes her to a time of debauchery, including many voyeuristic and BDSM encounters.

    Excerpt

    Eve was still bathing when he came for her. A man whose presence she’d frequently felt. A stranger she’d often seen riding past this cottage, his steed magnificent, a sorrel with a startling white mane and tail.

    At those times, she’d noted the man’s well-defined features, noble bearing, the way his attention had focused on her alone. How his gaze had lingered and possessed, warming her skin, calling to everything female within her, demanding her submission. She’d given it, not moving, scarcely drawing a breath, her work forgotten.

    Nothing except him had mattered.

    Not once had he spoken or made a demand. During his increasingly prolonged observations of her he’d been content—or obliged—to do no more than look.

    Now she saw the rope he held in one gloved hand.

    Eve’s belly fluttered.

    2

    The ends of the rope jumped as he moved past the doorway, his height requiring him to stoop to avoid striking his head. He wore no top hat. Snow dusted his dark hair and shoulders. His ankle-length cloak was of fine black wool, lined with fur, his eveningwear consisted of a dark coat cinched at the waist and trousers of the same color. Fresh milk couldn’t compete with the flawless white of his vest and cravat, tied perfectly about his throat.

    He closed the door, bolting it against interruption of what he was about to do.

    The thought of it—and the metal’s sharp clack—caused Eve to start. Her pulse pounded fiercely. The candles Mrs. Trumble had lit stopped flickering at the wind’s departure. A few stray snowflakes floated in the air.

    Eve felt none of the chill he’d brought inside, only intense heat spreading from her chest to her belly and cunt, then to her neck. Her throat tightened, not allowing her to make any sound as he stopped just short of the tub. Close enough for her to see his lushly lashed eyes, of the purest blue, more glorious than any sky.

    He regarded her naked breasts to the exclusion of every other part of her and spoke for the first time. “Pull back your arms and arch your back. Present yourself to me.”

    His voice was quiet yet commanding, smooth yet rough with arousal.

    Unsteady with desire Eve did as he wanted. She had no other choice. She wanted none. With her back arched and her arms drawn back she lifted her breasts in offering.

    He studied the ripe globes and her tightened nipples at a leisurely pace, moving from one side of the tub to the other to get his fill.

    Eve remained a silent, obedient witness to his brazen perusal. Craving and enjoying it, desire pulsing through her.

    A small smile touched his lips as her breasts quivered with her quick breaths. At length his attention moved lower, to the part of her the bath continued to hide. Its violet-scented water reflected the candles’ flames, which tinted it gold and orange. Warm colors that hardly matched the heat blazing within Eve.

    “You know what to expect?” he asked.

    She nodded.

    “All of it?”

    Eve thought not, so she shook her head.

    He seemed pleased by that and began, “From this moment forward you’re never to cover yourself in any of your Masters’ presences. Your breasts, nipples, mouth, cunt, ass and anus are ours to use as we please. Whatever we require of you, no matter how demanding or indecent, you’re to obey with the greatest haste. You belong to us now. We have your agreement. Did you make it willingly?”

    Eve had. Just a few days ago she’d signed the document. Years before, Mrs. Trumble had taught her to read and write, educating and training Eve for her future Masters.

    She murmured, “Yes, my lord.”

    He regarded her solemnly, then glanced over his shoulder at a noise that came from behind him.

    “What’s past that wall?” he asked.

    “The Trumbles’ bedchamber.”

    Another luxury in a cottage filled with such items. There were numerous wax candles that continued to burn, the iron stove and a large cheval glass that stood just to the side of the tub, showing Eve’s reflection within it.

    He removed his gloves, then his cloak, hanging it on a wall peg where nothing had ever been during Mrs. Trumble’s baths. It would have blocked the small hole her husband used to watch her.

    “Being observed during one’s private moments is quite exciting,” Mrs. Trumble had said, then tittered and blushed. “Brings me back to my time in the House of Lords.”

    Tonight Mrs. Trumble had wanted to keep the hole open so she could watch what happened between Eve and her Master. A nobleman who was surely no more than five-and-twenty had made certain he was now alone with her.

    He moved in front of the mirror and slung the rope over one of the ceiling’s beams. As the ends dangled loose, presenting a picture that was both inviting and menacing, he said, “Leave the tub. Stand in front of me.”

    Murmurs came from the Trumbles’ chamber. Whether from Mrs. Trumble or her husband, Eve couldn’t be certain. Eager and anxious she pushed to her feet too quickly. Water flowed over the lip of the tub, the drops making faint plunking sounds as they hit the floor.

    Being nude, defenseless and watched so closely heightened Eve’s senses. She was all too aware of the wind whistling past the cottage, rattling the door. The iron stove pinging with heat. The slap of her bare feet as she went to her Master, just as he’d demanded.

    He towered over her, the top of Eve’s head barely reaching his shoulder. They were so close she caught his fragrance. The scent of snow, sandalwood, tobacco and leather. Male and intoxicating.

    Her heart beat out of time.

    He studied her with a right he’d been born with, one she’d given him by signing away her freedom. Willingly. Wantonly. As he regarded her nudity water dripped from Eve’s hair to her breasts, the beads rolling to her nipples where they lingered for a moment before falling away. Some of the moisture streamed down her belly, becoming trapped in the dark curls between her legs. There his attention remained for so long a small puddle formed at Eve’s feet. Her body continued to soften at his gaze raking over and owning her. A pulse beat deep within her sheath.

    She waited for him to touch her.

    He stepped back. “Hold out your hands. Press your wrists together.”

    Eve’s throat went dry with anticipation. She forced down a swallow as he deftly tied her wrists with one end of the rope then pulled the other over the beam. Her arms were soon above her head. Her body fully vulnerable to his gaze and touch.

    She suppressed a whimper of delight and spoke without thinking, “Will you take me now?” Would he whip her?

    He regarded her with unexpected tenderness that he pushed aside with a quiet huff.

    “You mustn’t speak,” he warned, low enough so only she could hear. “You won’t say another word until I allow it, nor make even one sound. Never will you reveal what takes place in the coming moments. Spread your legs.”


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  • Looking for the “true way” of BDSM

    Looking for the “true way” of BDSM

    In a wonderful example of serendipity, yesterday I stumbled into two unrelated yet delightfully connectable things. The first was a trollish post on an Italian BDSM forum, in which a young woman writing in third person expressed her horror at the lack of “proper protocol” at a munch she had attended. You could almost smell her righteous disdain for anyone not subscribing to her view of kinky etiquette, and the guffaws behind the numerous replies generally amounting to «shut up and don’t you dare judging how others enjoy their quality time».

    The other was, in fact, two documentaries about the BDSM lifestyle. Making mistress More, by  Beverly Yuen Thompson, can be watched online in its entirety on Vimeo and deals with the management of La domaine Esemar, a place advertised as  «the world’s oldest BDSM training chateau». The ceremony, by Lina Mannheimer, focuses instead on the domination style of 84-years old Catherine Robbe-Grillet, possibly the most revered dominatrix in Europe since the late 1960s.

    I strongly suggest you to click on both the above links to get an idea of what I’m talking about. Briefly put, however, the former documentary reveals how the “chateau” is in fact little more than a mobile home in the woods out of Albany, NY. The manager, known as Master R, is a former musician and a nature-loving nice chap who keeps a somehow homely court of like-minded enthusiasts treating La domaine as a safe haven from the pressure of “normal” life. They look like a decent, fun-loving bunch whose passion keeps the place more or less running despite the obvious lack of means and organization. As a matter of fact, the main story concerns a former slavegirl drafted into service as a professional dominatrix when the previous Lady of the house suddenly quit.

    Conversely, Madame Robbe-Grillet is as stylish and aristocratic as it gets. A former actress and fiction writer, she never advertised her trade yet she does live in a castle-like manor and cultivates a detached, ritualistic idea of erotic domination games. Aesthetics and elegance are paramount, so much that the only submissives she still accepts in her presence look like models or A-list actors and actresses. She is the sort of person you expect to play chess on par with master players – while holding a philosophical conversation in which each witty metaphor is commented by the appropriate move on the board – as she sips an impossibly precious wine from a crystal glass held on a tray by a silent butler.

    Watching the two documentaries back to back inevitably led me to compare their wildly different views of BDSM. These are the little insights I have reached:

    Each approach is the byproduct of its cultural environment

    The French mistress took her first steps into the world of erotic domination in a country still recovering from the shock of WWII and adjusting to the new geopolitics. Dwarfed by the superpowers looming east and west of it (not to mention Britain, up north), to retain whatever grandeur it could France was desperately clinging to its old cultural identity. That included a strong sense of social classes and a fading aristocracy. To this day French sex personals frequently use the ‘BCBG’ acronym, literally translated as ‘good style, good class’ but actually meaning ‘rich, well-educated, high bourgeois’ – a socially accepted sign of self-entitlement inconceivable in most other countries. In such historic context appearances played a major role in reinforcing a higher social status, so attention to details and rituals was especially important.

    Also, the distinction between BDSM and pathological sadomasochism was yet to come. Adopting a very stylized and intellectual approach to kink was an excellent way to distinguish oneself from the violent outbursts of criminals and madmen. Since there were no websites or manuals to learn from, formal hierarchies additionally ensured that technical information was reliably transferred to newcomers. Finally, shrouding the kinky lifestyle with a patina of philosophical, ritualistic respectability offered a modicum of social protection in times when a soiled reputation could doom a woman’s entire life.

    On the other hand, the American outfit was founded in the 1990s, in a strongly sex-positive era and in a country that takes pride in its social diversity and equality. BDSM was not just an established household word, but a cool albeit still mysterious lifestyle celebrated by the media and the arts. Information about the various practices was abundant and quite easily accessible. Major cities had publicly advertised kinky social clubs, the gay leather scene was very visible and the Internet would soon easily connect people all over the country.

    La domaine’s approach is also the fruit of a culture focused on empathy: communication and care for everyone’s well-being were actively encouraged, as was looking at the person behind the job – or the role – he fulfilled. We are all rather familiar with this sort of milieu, so I won’t linger too much on it. Generally speaking, however, it is safe to say that in this case integrating every aspect of one’s personality is considered a desirable goal, content is favored over appearances, and openness is seen as a virtue.

    Keep these observations in mind as you watch the documentaries, and you will easily see how each approach is the direct result of its surrounding culture, reflecting its values and norms. We can also imagine how embarrassing a meeting between Master R and Madame Robbe-Grillet would be. I doubt they could tolerate each other’s presence for more than a few seconds, and surely they couldn’t share a play scene if their lives depended on it. By the way, communication would also be a problem since she’d refuse to speak any language other than Parisian French, and the American documentary shows he can’t even correctly pronounce the French name of his own business.

    These approaches cannot be moved out of their context

    The different interpretations of BDSM aren’t just the result of their cultures, but a part of it. The incompatibility between them doesn’t stop with the protagonists of the documentaries: think of the contempt most French kinksters would feel toward those uncouth Yankees and their loud, excessively friendly ways – or how repelled the Americans would be by the aloofness and hyper-formal requirements of the European dominatrix!

    Eroticism has always idolized foreign lands and cultures, picturing them as paradises of sensuality. That’s however just a thinly-veiled hope that somebody, somewhere, has it better than us, since sexual dissatisfaction is also a constant throughout the ages. Arousal feeds on novelty, after all, so becoming inured to whatever is available is hardly surprising. This is why a New York trailer uses a fairytale-sounding name, and why in 2014 a woman still pursues the veneer of an early Nineteenth century lifestyle.

    Yet again, it only takes a few minutes of watching the docs to realize that Master R would be very unhappy if he really had to live in an European castle, following its sober rituals and having to forsake his beloved country music and the football nights. Mistress Grillet, used as she is to eating very little to keep her figure – and never with clients in order not to tarnish her superhuman aura –  would similarly be horrified by all those communal meals, the overabundant portions and breach of personal space.

    I venture that these observations don’t apply to these specific examples only, but are generally true. We see it in example in how the gay scene changes from country to country, in how differently fetish play is experienced in various nations or even in how alien real Japanese-style bondage as performed by natives and on location looks to our eyes, no matter how many western kinbaku videos or shows we’ve watched and studied before. The warped take on  foreign BDSM in China is yet another brilliant example of this.

    Kink is universal

    That being said, the different approaches of our protagonists once more remind me of how universal unusual eroticism is. No matter how dissimilar they look, they both pursue the same archetype of eroticized power imbalance. Or, in a less highbrow wording: sexualized master/slave scenarios are and always have been part of the human nature. This isn’t exactly a breakthrough discovery, either. Historians and ethnographers routinely find evidence of “kinky behavior” throughout the history of mankind, from ancient Greece to modern times.

    BDSM and other erotic fantasies are, after all, what differentiates human sexuality from that of less evolved species. All animals reproduce; very few have recreational sex; none but (some) humans can conceive it as something other than basic genital action. When will we finally drop the pretense that kinky sex isn’t “strange”, but a celebration of our species’ greatness?

    The social perception of unusual sex evolves very rapidly

    Timewise, Madame Robbe-Grillet and Master R are separated by forty years only. That’s a rather short time by most standards, yet it was enough to completely change the social perception of the erotic games they practice. As mentioned before, when the French mistress first approached kink harboring BDSM fantasies was still ground enough to land you in an asylum, if you were from the wrong social class. Today it mutated into a cool fad selling millions of books worldwide.

    I for one was under the impression that this was mainly a consequence of the introduction of the Web – but it turns out I was wrong. In fact, reading Julie Peakman’s The pleasure’s all mine – A history of perverse sex I discovered how quickly the acceptance of sexual behaviors have always changed throughout history – usually every half a century or so. Even the current war on pedophilia, in example, would have been unconceivable just fifty years ago. Who knows how BDSM and other deviations will be seen, come the Twentieth-second century? Making predictions, it seems, is a fool’s game.

    There is no right way to approach BDSM

    Beside all the above important-sounding realizations, the most important lesson (hopefully just a refresher) learned from watching those documentaries back to back is probably the simple fact that there is no One True Way of enjoying BDSM. Or, to be more precise, of course there is a common foundation of mutual respect, safety, competence, commitment and so on – including the oft-mentioned SSC’ principle – but then play can take the form most suitable to the participants’ needs, tastes and views. Casual players who are just into very light role play are no less “real” than 24/7, extreme lifestyle experts.

    Which brings us full circle to the debate from which I started this post. What’s with the supposed “BDSM protocol” so eulogized by that young lady, and by countless clueless websites? It is well established that the diehard “Old guard” and “training houses” myths are just a misinformed rehash of mostly fictional lore: the existence of one protocol all submission relations should conform to is equally bunk. Please create your own, if you like, but do not try imposing it on others who probably know better. Or do, come to think of it. As we have just seen, if it clicks with the cultural environment, you might as well manage to influence and shape of kink for the generations to come. For a while, at least.


    This article has been republished with permission from Ayzad

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  • Are you ready for the OzKinkFest?

    Are you ready for the OzKinkFest?

    In my experience, lots of people are interested in some kind of kink, to varying degrees—the giving or receiving of bondage, physical pain, role-play, dress-ups, dominance and/or submission; the list is pretty much endless. Socially we’ve shifted a bit in the last couple of years. Since we’ve had a best-selling book and a feature film portraying a version of BDSM, there has been much more conversation around the topic and some of the myths surrounding a kink lifestyle have been challenged by those who live it. People are starting to accept that BDSM is not abuse (and if it is, it’s not BDSM), and beginning to come to terms that there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with wanting to be tied up, or have their arse spanked; there’s nothing ‘ill’ about wanting to tie someone up or spank an arse. It’s also been several years since paraphilia—’unusual sexual fixations’ has been listed in the The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM). Psychiatrically, fetishes are only considered a problem if someone is hurt in the process. The taboos are dropping and people are feeling the freedom to explore. And so, where do you start? Below are a few avenues that the adventurous can explore the ‘kink’ social life.

    Munches

    Munches are social gatherings for kinksters in non-kink environments. Groups meet for lunches and dinners and offer an opportunity to meet like-minded people in a public, purely social situation. It’s always a good idea to get in touch with the event organiser prior to the event, to introduce yourself and to connect. This will ensure you ‘know’ at least one person when you attend the event and Munch organisers will generally be available to introduce newcomers around. To find munches near you, you can try a simple google search. If it’s proving hard to find, I’d recommend trying FetLife.

    FetLife

    This is the equivalent of the Facebook of the BDSM and kink community: a place to connect with others, and find out about events and goings on in the world of kink. To access FetLife you must create a profile (this is entirely free). Upon signing up, you have access to a bunch of information all on one site; there are discussion groups on pretty much every kink imaginable (and if you find a gap, start a group!). In addition, many of the smaller kink events, like Munches, are only promoted via FetLife. You can use the site as a great opportunity to begin some networking within the community, be it whether you are looking for individuals who share your location, fetish, or level of experience. While the site itself isn’t the easiest to navigate, you can cut back on a little frustration if you take some time to look around and get used to the way it works before delving into the activities.

    Workshops and Skillshares

    These are not only a great way to pick up some new skills, but also a brilliant way to connect with others. Once you start looking, you will find a bunch of people offering an array of classes, although it can be quite overwhelming when you’re unsure of your own level of commitment. As a starting place you can search for sessions like ‘Kink 101’, ‘Kink For Beginners’, or ‘Introduction to BDSM’. Generally, these types of classes are aimed at the curious or those who are unsure about their area of interest. As such, you should be able to get a good idea of whether this is something you’d like to continue after one of these sessions. As a newcomer to this scene, it’s always recommended to sign up for classes with an established educational group or trusted kink educator. Personally, I’ve worked in a couple of amazing establishments that not only offer an array of classes from experienced and vetted facilitators, but a wonderfully welcoming environment to newcomers.

    In the US, there is the Foundation For Sex Positive Culture. Based in Seattle, the Foundation offers education via its library, skillshares/workshops and events. These are run by a bunch of individuals who are passionate about kink education, and would be a great point of contact for those based in the US wanting to find something local. Here in Melbourne, I’m currently connected to a fantastic facility called Splinter. Although the group itself has been running BDSM-based skillshares and workshops for many years, the focus on the educational aspect has increased exponentially after the facility moved to bigger premises early this year. It has also attracted some of Melbourne’s most respected kink-players as skill sharers and educators. They hold classes and set up support and discussion groups on a multitude of topics ranging from the theoretical—dealing with mental health in a kink world, working with polyamory in a dominance/submission (d/s) context, negotiation and informed consent; practical—rope play, fire play, sadism, predicament bondage, decorative bondage, foot pampering; and the philosophical. What these establishments have in common is the trust and respect of the community around them, and a real passion for wanting people to explore kink in a safe, sane and consensual way. It’s definitely worth investing the time in finding something similarly reputable.

    Public BDSM/Kink Events

    Most people are generally nervous about their first public kink event, particularly if they’re turning up alone. Will it be confronting? Will I fit in? What happens if it’s all too much? Get as much information as you can prior to the event to know what you’re getting into: Is sex allowed, and how does the venue define ‘sex’? Does it have a nightclub vibe or is it more like a private party? How many people usually attend? Look into the dress code and do your due diligence. As with Munches, it’s a great idea to get in touch with the event organiser prior to the event, and let them know you are a first-timer. It is also important to questions and raise your concerns so that the organisers can give some sort of idea of what to expect. Some kink and BDSM nights actually have mandatory introductory sessions for newcomers to be well-acquainted with the expected etiquette and rules in particular, not only pertaining to kink, but to that individual club. Furthermore, some clubs will invite newcomers on an Introductory Tour. You may also look into some places that run alcohol-free events. While it may seem odd for a club not to serve alcohol, but in my experience these have been the friendliest and most welcoming places that function more like social clubs where there’s no blaring music and strobe lights, but tea, coffee, couches, an inviting space to chat, and a bunch of BDSM equipment waiting to be explored. I was introduced a particular social version of the kink club in Colorado at the Denver Sanctuary, which totally blew my mind away as it was absolutely warm and inviting. I am truly pleased to be able to continue indulging in this atmosphere back here in Melbourne, thanks again to Splinter which now runs PlaySpace—an newcomer-friendly event that takes in a homely dungeon twice a month (PlaySpace).

    Expos/Festivals/Annual Events

    Do keep a look out for these as you can probably gather a lot of information all in these events. Most major cities hold rendezvous that celebrates some sort of kink/BDSM and your best way of finding out the when and the where is to via the good old internet. As mentioned earlier, Fetlife and even Facebook groups are good for staying informed. Right now, among the top of the list on a Google search for ‘kink festivals’ is OzKinkFest. Known as Australia’s biggest kink festival, OzKinkFest is a 10-day extravaganza of munches, exhibitions, workshops, events and a one-day Fetish Expo comprising market stalls from over 40 vendors, a fashion parade, performances and demonstrations.

    And for those in Melbourne, its time to turn the heat up! OzKinkFest begins this weekend, kicking off with the Fetish Expo at Fitzroy Town Hall, on the Saturday from 12pm to 7pm. Tickets are for sale at $15. As these annual events are community celebrations, first-timers need to be aware and prepared to see some people in their kinky best. There’ll be all manner of corsets, rubber and leather … probably some pasties, and more than likely a few pair of chaps. Add that to the bunch of smiling faces, exciting experiences and the chance for you to explore what the world has to offer!


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  • The Most Unforgettable 3 Days BDSM Experience of My Life Part III

    The Most Unforgettable 3 Days BDSM Experience of My Life Part III

    I woke up in a collar and leash tied up under the feet of her bed, and licked her feet to wake her up at 8am as instructed by her the night before. DF woke up and told me she needed her toilet, so I laid on the floor and she peed into my mouth and I licked her clean. I love my early morning champagne. This is the second day of my vacation and we have a CFNM, Humiliation party later in the afternoon. I served as a butler to the domes and prepared their food. As they were enjoying the beef steak I cooked, DF commanded me to get the dog bowl in with the big green bag in the cabinet. I put it on her feet and all the domes started to chew the beef and spat it in my dog bowl. I had a handful of chewed beef from all of them and DF told me enjoy my lunch. As I was trying to eat using my hand, she slapped me with her feet and scolded me for being dumb. “What kind of dog are you??? I have never seen a dog using his hands to eat. Use your mouth to eat or u will not eat at all!!” She ordered and all of them laughed looking at me. I still had a few more left on my bowl and DF stomped on my food and slowly fed me using her feet. This was the best meal I had in my life. The beef became more juicy and tastier from her feet and they spat orange juice in my mouth as my drink. At last I was full.

    Read Part I and Part II .

    It was 5pm. I was tied up again like the first time like a furniture in the corner and saw other slaves coming in. MR assisted the slaves in the room and the moment they came back in the living area, they were all naked, with CB on and blindfolded. Four male slaves including me and one slave girl were there in total plus four dommes who will make our life a living hell for sure. All of them started to examine us one by one with our locked up dicks and talked about who with the smallest dick would be punish. I was scared as fuck. Hahaha. They chose the local guy and told him he won the hall of shame for “RICE DICk Award” and he would be punish. DF grabbed his head and ordered him to kiss all the slaves feet and lick it clean for his humiliation punishment. It’s very humiliating for me even if it’s not me who is kissing the others feet. They announced as well that they will pick the biggest cock and have the chance to worship all the Goddesses feet as a reward. MP and ML starting to unlocked us while we were blindfolded. And they started to touched our bodies and teased us to get boner. And we received whipping and spanking as well. I got boner instantly. They choose the American guy for the biggest cock and I am so envious as he had the chance to worship the feet of the Goddesses. While we just watched. We were then put back again in CB to make us more desperate. We played another game like “roll the dice” where you had to do whatever was written on the dice like, lick, suck, pinch, kiss, nibble on the first dice while the other dice was nipple, butt, lips, ears, tits, ass. As I rolled it, mine turned up to “ lick ass” on the dice. Fuck, I had to lick the asshole of the other slave in front of me. All of them were laughing. I am red as a roast pig and I felt my face go warm and flushed. DF told me to licked it clean. I’m thankful after a couple of minutes that the game ended.

    The slave girl was talking to the French guy as if she’s saying something on him. DF heard it. “Oh really, you’re feeling horny?” She ask the girl. And the slave girl nodded. DF put her strap-on and grabbed the girl and fucked her doggie style in front of us. We were all shocked. This was the hottest scene I had seen ever. She told us all, to watched how she fucked this bitch, because our fucking cocks were all useless and will be remained lock up till we went out. I wanted to get hard just watching her as she nailed it! She was really good in her strap-on banging the girl, fucking her deep, and my cock was hurting because of the steel cage in me. I wanted to go crazy. But I had to behave, just being contented watching her like the others. She called my name and asked me to wear the strap-on she was using and fuck the girl. I can’t believed this was happening. I was locked up in CB and wearing a strap-on to fuck someone in her command and they gave me a whipping if I didn’t do well in pleasuring the slave girl. It was an amazing feeling but also very frustrating. The French guy was told to do so too, and he started banging the girl, missionary style. DF whipped him and said, “You loser, don’t make love to her. Fuck her like a slut or I’ll fuck you hard to death.” The party was over in no time and I was exhausted.   Other mistresses went home so it was just me and DF for the whole night. She told me it was my break in the meantime. We went out for dinner and had a nice vanilla time with her that night, and enjoyed a couple of drinks too. We went back in the condo and she put me back again in collar and leash. She told me I was really good today and that she will give me a reward for that. She unlocked me and let me wank in her feet and ordered me to lick it clean and locked me again. She asked for a body massage to let her fall asleep. When I saw her in deep slumber, I grabbed my pillow and slept under her feet.

    A lot more play happened on my third day as other domes arrived. It was my anal day today. DF told me they were going to gangbang me. I was blindfolded while stroking someone’s strap-on. My blindfold removed, and I saw that they looked stunning in their hot sexy outfits. The two TS wearing black tight pvc with their strap-ons. MR is wearing her black short leather skirt with leather corset with her pink dong. While DF looked ravishing in her full leather catsuit and leather boots with her massive strap-on. I felt I was dreaming and I didn’t want to wake up anymore. It was a dream come true. They started abusing my body, my mouth and my ass. I was on my back. MR was inserting her fingers in my ass to loosen me up. While DF sat on my face controlling my breath in her leather catsuit trying to pass me out. While the two TS played with my nipples. I passed out twice and was catching my breath as they counted up to where I could hold my breath and they laughed evilly. I was fucked doggie, missionary, on top and at standing position by them and they couldn’t get enough of my ass and they made me beg for more pegging and begged like a real bitch, such a real slut I was. I was totally abused and used by them simultaneously, I felt in deep subspace and I just let go. I loved it, and I wished it was endless.

    Three days just seemed to fly so fast as I had to leave late afternoon. They gave me a warm hug as they dropped me off to NAIA AIRPORT. I gave DF a goodbye kiss and promised to be back again if I had the chance. I thanked her so much for such a wonderful unique experience with her and her friends they gave me. I will treasure this for the rest of my life as I continue my slave life journey with her in the near future.


     

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  • The Most Unforgettable 3 Days BDSM Experience of My Life Part II

    The Most Unforgettable 3 Days BDSM Experience of My Life Part II

    This is it, I have to fly today to Philippines and I feel like I am walking on cloud nine while heading to Changi Airport. As I am boarding the plane, I can hear my heart beat and the tick of the clock, three and a half more hrs to Manila. Oh fuck, it seems ages. I arrive at last. I grab my bag and walk fast to overtake all the people walking towards the immigration. Alas!! I pass the immigration, needing to find exit gate and I can’t breathe. I feel like I am hyperventilating or maybe I’m too anxious on what will happen as I’ve waited for this for too long and I can’t believe it will happen now anytime soon. From the exit door, I already see DF with other girl standing next to her, and recognize that she is Mistress Regina from her pictures. I pass through the door and both of them are smiling back at me, and give me a warm hug. I stand in amusement seeing both of them in front of me. DF says to me “Welcome to Philippines bitch, now kneel down and kiss our feet hello!!” The moment she said that, I get an instant boner and the last thing I remember is I was on my knees, kissing both of their feet while they are giggling to each other, enjoying it. This is it, I love it!! After that, she hands me a small black bag, and instructs me to go to the toilet and wear everything that’s inside before we leave. I anxiously open the bag, and see one black collar, a vibrating wireless bullet vibrator and a pair of pink thongs. I immediately put everything on. She asks me if the vibrating plug fits well. The moment I say yes, she signals to Regina and she presses something in her hand. I am in shock when something vibrates in my asshole. Oh fuck! I forgot that it’s the wireless vibrator plug. They are both laughing out loud as we head out to get a cab. DF tells me that there will be more things happening and to be ready.

    Read Part I here

    We reach the building, and I follow them to the room. The moment we arrived, DF told Regina to strip off the bitch naked, while she prepared some bondage toys. They tied me on the chair, put a dildo gag, hood, blindfold and I was put in a steel chastity belt too. DF said “ slave wait for us here. You are now our captured prisoner bitch, be ready in few minutes.” And I hear the door close. I see nothing, but my other senses are at its peak. I hear my heart trembling, my breath, I can even hear the slightest movement of the smallest creature underneath that building. I try to move but I am totally fucked up. They tie me making sure I can’t escape. Oh I am really scared, I am almost pissing on the chair. Few more minutes pass. I hear the doors open, but no one is talking. I feel someone touching my nipples, while someone’s breath is on my ears, starting to bite and tease it. I moan and moan and my willy wants to get out of the cage and feels like breaking it. I’m so desperate to get hard and I can’t as the teasing become more intensified. Someone is scratching my back using her long nails. It gives me goose bumps. All of these makes me go crazy and wild. DF removes my blindfold and starts slapping me hard to get my attention and starts stroking the dildo gag in my mouth with her hands. I am shaking and want to explode even in CB. There are already four domes abusing me. Two TS Mistresses where added in the group. I know this as Mistress Paloma and Mistress Linzi from her website. They alternately stroking the dildo gag with their hands. And finally to my surprise, DF started licking the tip of the gag and teasing me. I moaned as she finally sucked it to almost the base of the dildo gag and almost touching my lips. Then she gave me a firm slap again while laughing how pervert I am for her. The 2 TS removed the rope and put a black thick collar and leash on me. MR (Mistress Regina) commanded me to walk like a dog as she sat on my back while I was commanded to crawl on my legs while DF was pulling the leash walking me about on all four corners of the room. ML (Mistress Linzi) is flogging me if I crawl too slowly and MP(Mistress Paloma) is kicking me gently on balls.

    They laughed and told me how stupid I was and I am nothing but a slave that exists to please them all. It’s so humiliating. They are all looking down at me and started spitting on the floor and DF commanded me to lick all the spit on the floor clean. I do as told. As a reward, I have the privilege to lick their feet like a puppy on the floor while they sitting on the couch sipping their drink. DF called to me if I was thirsty and I said Yes. She waved her hand and signaled me to open my mouth and she started spitting out the wine. That’s the best wine I have tasted from the last 32 years of my life. The last sip was spat on my face along with a hard slap. After, I was instructed on my back and they started to put all their feet on my body and face and I felt DF rubbing her feet on my cock in CB teasing it. MR is gagging me forcefully with her feet. Oh man, I can spend my life like this forever. I was in ecstasy. I was begging to be unlocked and cum, and after a few more times begging DF unlocked my CB and as soon as she remove it I was rock hard. They put all their feet in my cock and rubbed it while two more feet was on my mouth licking and sucking their toes. I was about to explode and needed to ask for permission. DF instructed she will let me cum but it had to be ruined and I needed to clean my own mess and eat my own cum. I had no choice, I would have gone wild if I didn’t cum and in my desperation, I said YES. They all laughed and she told what a perverted horny bitch I was. She instructed me to tell her if I was about to explode, as they rubbed my dick and I could cum anytime. As I came, they removed their feet in my cock before I was about to explode like a volcano in their feet, I just erupted without any stimulation and I didn’t feel anything. I licked all their feet which was full of cum. It didn’t taste good at all but licking their feet clean was the best thing I could do to make them proud of me. It’s been a long day, I’m so tired, still horny but with no energy.

    Find out what happens on Day 3!


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  • The Most Unforgettable 3 Days BDSM Experience of My Life

    The Most Unforgettable 3 Days BDSM Experience of My Life

    When I thought about sharing my experience, I was not sure how to begin as I am not a writer..probably introducing myself would be the most apt way.

    I am a 32 years, actively into BDSM for some time now. My journey into BDSM is like a typical movie script. I was born and brought up in a place where BDSM is considered taboo. You cannot talk about it openly. I was always intrigued by the idea of Female Domination. It always used to turn me on and I started reading and following it but could never experience due to social restrictions.

    I moved to Singapore few years back and my life changed completely as I had the freedom to pursue my desires. I still remember trembling in my first session. I had many sessions with different doms, who are quite good at it but still didn’t get what I was looking for as every sub has different preferences. I am a hardcore sub and like to completely surrender myself and want a Dom to take complete control of me.

    As I was still looking for that inner satisfaction, I had an opportunity to have a session with DominaFire, who was visiting Singapore. When I met her for the first time she came across as a very warm and open person. We spoke at good length as she wanted to understand about my experiences and expectations before we started and I knew she was different from others. Next two hours into the session were amazing…she took complete control from the word go. It was like a roller coaster ride for me…I enjoyed every second of it and knew I found my kind of Dom.

    She spoke to me at length after the session to understand whether I enjoyed or not…I did fully, wholeheartedly…during our discussion she mentioned that she also hosted 3 day BDSM vacations in Manila and at that very moment I decided to experience it.

    I told her I will be planning to experience it the soonest and need to sort things out first from my work. We stayed connected online discussing things on what to experience and expect during these 3 days and each time I got a boner. I wondered if all subs who went there and experienced it felt the same way too. She told me it’s a normal reaction from a pervert like me and laughed evilly. DF asked a few more questions like my fetishes, other experiences with other domes, desires that I longed to fulfill, any medical conditions that will inhibit other play, my pain tolerance and my hard limits. Told her I was up for anything that pleased her and her dome friends, wanted to feel and experience being treated like a real slave life, without rights, with no safe words and at her disposal. As long as my hard limits that I have discussed beforehand will be respected, I was all in to her kinky ideas. I’ve learned from her that she’s a Registered Nurse and I felt relieved and much safer. In the back of my mind, I think it’s too hot when your Mistress that you worship, torment, abuse, hurt, and humiliates you and at the end of the day, takes care of you and nourishes you. And after you recover, she will use you again for her pleasure.

    We set up a date, a few weeks after meeting her. She informed me that she had an upcoming CFNM party (Clothes Female, Naked Male party) on the second day of my vacation. So expected that I will be a part of it as well together with her slaves stables in Manila. This built more excitement and nervousness on my part as I have never tried to be in a big crowd before or a party especially with the other slaves playing together. It scared but excited me as I didn’t know what to expect but knew it would give me a new experience and push my boundaries . I was sure this would be a lot of fun and I was ready. The time seemed so endless and it passed slowly as Judgment Day drew near. I had sleepless nights, and a very good nightmare that built up more as the days went by. DF instructed me not to wank off one wk prior to my arrival. The thought of controlling my orgasm by her in the other side of the world was so hot that it gives me a hard on every time I thought of it.

    Next up, the first day


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  • Exploring Impact Play in BDSM

    Exploring Impact Play in BDSM

    Impact play in my experience, is an activity where an implement is used to strike with force on a part of the body. I keep away from high risk areas such as joints, kidneys and any areas that are not protected by fat or muscle and mostly target the upper back and buttocks. An object used for this type of play could be a paddle, strap, flogger, cane, baton, whip or even a fist or foot. An implement can be made of a variety of materials including wood, rubber, leather, plastic, carbon, rattan, etc.

    Impact play is definitely one of my favourite activities and popular amongst my regular clientele. For most of those who visit me requesting heavy impact play, it is more a need than a fetish. One of my goals is to fill that need, and for my clients to leave feeling better than they did when they entered the dungeon, regardless of how much pain I have inflicted during their stay!

    A typical Impact Play process

    I aim to customize each session to suit what the client has asked for. There is no point whatsoever in having a set style for every impact play request, unless it’s a first timer. If I am seeing a client who has never experienced impact play, I will start with a warm up and increase the intensity throughout the session. I will stop on occasions to check in with the client. The first time with a client is never typical so I am careful and take things slowly.

    When a session involves impact play I will get information from the client about their past experience, reasons why they wish to receive, if they have any injuries, medical conditions, any medications , and if they wish for marks to be left on their body etc. A safe-word is put in place so that a client can halt a session if he needs to.

    There are many BDSM scenarios where impact play may be applied. Just to name a few: Head Mistress and student role play, Sadist and masochist session, slave training, general discipline to keep a wandering mind in line, and many more!

    In my opinion, the mind is the most important part of the play!

    Safety is the priority if you are trying it at home

    There are so many books and educational sites on the internet. On some of those sites there is access to skill shares and workshops run by BDSM practitioners. If you want to try Impact Play, attend workshops or skill shares, go to events and munches. There are always kinksters about who are happy to share skills or watch over you on your first time trying something new. Read from reliable sources and communicate well with your partner before play begins. Be sure that you understand what limits are, and just as importantly, what yours and your partners’ are. Communication is of great importance. With time comes experience so don’t rush things!


    I specialize in Corporal punishment, Latex and Medical play. I also indulge in many other activities so let me know your fantasies! Keep an eye on my site for my regular travel dates to Adelaide and Sydney. Read my profile below and visit my links!


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  • How to laugh off Christian Grey and actually enjoy a BDSM relationship

    How to laugh off Christian Grey and actually enjoy a BDSM relationship

    When my latest book – titled I love BDSM and unfortunately not available in English yet – was published last week, I was rather surprised by the prevalent reaction among both reviewers and readers alike. One of the most frequent comment to my beginners’ guide to sensible and healthy BDSM relationships is of amazement for its description of kinky games and mindsets so different from their “normal” portrayals – namely 50 shades of Grey and porn.

    In  fact, I had to stop and think to realize that I am privileged to see erotic domination and submission games from the vintage point of somebody with over a quarter of century of direct experience of this lifestyle. This is more than enough time to get over the loads of bullshit about ‘true BDSM’ preached by most alternative media as well as the mainstream ones, but people inexperienced with the reality of the Scene are especially prone to believe its myths and legends. As a matter of fact, most of them actually try to follow them to the letter – often to their disappointment.

    All of this reminded me of a very interesting encounter I had a few months ago at the BDSM Conference in Rome. You will read about it below, but the gist of it is that it exposed me to another uncommon, candid and very down-to-Earth view of Master/slave relations. I got in touch with Stefanos and Shay, the wonderful couple who presented it to talk about erotic prejudices, extreme lifestyles and more. This is the interview that resulted.

    Ayzad – Hi, and thank you for your kind availability. Before we begin, would you like to briefly introduce yourself to my readers?

    S & S Thank you for talking with us! We’re Stefanos and Shay, from San Francisco, California. We travel around the world teaching about BDSM/kink and are an unconventional D/s couple. Stefanos is the head of Bondage-a-Go-Go’s dungeon, President of BGG Association which owns Bondage-a-Go-Go, as well as the Producer/Steward of The Upper Floor on Kink.com. Shay is an ER nurse, programming director for several local venues/events, and author of the bondage safety web site remedialropes.com. We’re also the 2014 International Power Exchange titleholders.

    AI’ll let you on a secret: early on at the Rome BDSM Conference where we met, several attendees expressed skepticism for your International Power Exchange title, as the leather contests culture is something unheard of in Italy. I recall my companion at the event, in example, interpreting it as «I guess that means they’ve got their play roles stuck up their asses farther than anyone else».
    When your presentations demonstrated the exact opposite, a bunch of those very same people was shocked both by your down-to-earth approach and by the tangible intensity of your rapport, as you showed a beautiful relationship, far removed from the clichés associated with BDSM – even within the scene. Do you often get this kind of reaction? Or, in other words: how much do you think kinksters are hostages to BDSM stereotypes?

    Shay: Thanks for sharing that – we love hearing those initial reactions and are glad we could prove to be different than expected! Thanks for giving us that chance! We decided to become titleholders precisely to subvert the “head-firmly-up-ass serious-work-we-do” stereotypes that often go along with Dominance & submission in generally, and even more with titleholding and Master/slave dynamics. We think kinksters are very frequently held hostage to the expectations and stereotypes we internalize about the “right” way to have a relationship in the BDSM community. A big part of our “platform” for our title year was spreading a message of not trying to jam into pre-existing boxes – we encourage people to make their own boxes.

    Stefanos: We came with concern already packed in our hearts about wearing our IPE 2014 patches. We wondered just how American we appeared wearing a title no one had heard of with the description of “International” in the name. Much like American baseball teams play in the World Series, when in fact, they are only playing American and Canadian teams in an American sport.

    It is good to hear there was skepticism and judgement. It proves again that BDSM’ers are a thinking group, and yet we are all human and can judge those we see around us. Conventions in our communities hold us all hostage in rope, D/s, whip use and more. Humans judge all things by our nature we want to group actions and objects, and we have a tendency to judge negatively unless we are aligned with what we see.

    In America, where this title is new, we are often asked about its meaning and purpose. People are surprised to discover that the title is about breaking those stereotypes of strict power exchanges and perceptions of what a “real” relationship looks like. We have never fit into a box that others could identify easily. But we are no different than the rest of the communities of BDSM’ers. None of us fit into a box; none of us are the same. Shay and I quickly discovered this in our travels and teaching. We embraced it and began teaching and sharing around this idea of trying to show people that BDSM was not always about “serious interactions” and “strict protocols”. In fact, you could have all that and fun too. We are pleased that came across in our lifestyle and presentations.

    A – A very interesting part of your presentation was your candid admission that trying to conform to the classic Master/slavegirl lifestyle as described by countless stories sucked the fun out of your relationship, and how you felt “you failed” at BDSM until you invented your own brand of protocols. Would you elaborate on this?

    International Power Exchange 2014 titleholdersShay: That’s a really important message of our power exchange class and we’re so glad it stuck with you! Most of us have read (and jerked off to!) the classic Master/slave stories, and they’re great wanking material. Sadly, they’re more “fairy tale” than “how-to guide”, and trying to shove yourself (and your partners) into popular fantasy roles leads to a lot of frustration and disappointment. When we started our journey in the kink community, we very much had that experience – we felt Stefanos should be the omniscient and invulnerable Domly Dom, and Shay the meek and obedient slave. We quickly found that trying to play out those roles, to do things the “right way”, left us both feeling miserable and lonely. Also, Shay loathes (and is terrible at) stereotypically “slave” tasks like cooking meals and ironing – Stefanos is much better at such tasks, and actually enjoys them! After struggling to be Master/slave, we finally gave up, and for several years we didn’t have an articulated power exchange dynamic at all (although we continued to be part of in the kink community, volunteering and teaching). It was Shay who realized that we were still in a power exchange relationship, albeit one that grew organically rather than being based around ideals and fantasies. We think power exchange is all about framing – the meaning you give the things you do, rather than the things themselves. It works best to grow protocols organically from your relationship, because the farther your rules and protocols take you from your natural self, the less authentic and sustainable they will be. Many of our protocols grew from observing what we were already doing, and adding a layer of meaning and protocol to those behaviors.

    A – At the end of the day you distilled a (simple?) set of behavior rules that allows you to play very seriously and be yourself in your daily lives. Can you describe this process, maybe offering a couple of examples?

    Shay: We have worked a lot on establishing levels of protocols, which we see as a way to have elements of that stereotypical (and hot!) D/s fantasy in your relationship, without the negative effects of trying to maintain that full time. In a practical sense, this means that we have our everyday level of protocol, which is basically a re-framing and formalizing of tasks and behaviors that we came naturally to our relationship. These are protocols that grew out of our preferences and skills. For example, I’m excellent at managing money – I’m is very frugal and highly organized in that way. Therefore, we made budgeting and money management one of my tasks as a submissive. This is also an example of what we mean by framing – a task like money management could be viewed as a Dominant task – you’re in control of the finances! And in someone else’s D/s relationship, that could certainly be the case. For us, we view budgeting as a service that I provide.

    So that’s the daily, default level of protocol. Either one of us can make a request for a higher level of protocol – often we do this through the use of a formal title. We generally refer to each other simply by our first names, so if Shay says “Maestro” or Stefanos calls Shay his “girasole” that signals a request for a formalized dynamic. That request can be refused or accepted by either party – generally this is indicated by a title as well. When we’re on a higher level of protocol, behaviors shift – Stefanos takes on more of an active director role, and Shay will pay much more attention to where she is spatially in relation to Stefanos, because a formal protocol is that Shay should be near enough to Stefanos so that he can touch her, unless she is performing a specific task that prevents this. There are many rules like this, specific to different levels of protocol within our relationship.

    Stefanos: It is important to recall what makes you hot and connected then insert that framing into your protocols as well as what is practical to your life and give that a set of protocols too.  This will enhance your roles and give you a better sense of who is doing what and for what reason. Traditional and historical western family stereotypes can give an unreasonable bias towards placing household chores or domestic service in the s-types hands. Therefore, it can look backwards when a dominant is serving the coffee and cooking the meals. But when framed correctly, it can be in reality the dominant fueling the s-type for their day of service and also fueling the d-types desire to prepare the day and be loving. In addition, traditional D/s fantasies tend to leave love out of the relationship. Shay and I share a long relationship with deep emotional connections and love for each other. So framing your love for each other into the protocols and rituals of your D/s relationship is a necessity, in our opinions.  For example, collaring can often be seen as a process to establish power dynamics. This invokes a sense of control in the d-type and surrender in the s-type. In this moment, power and surrender can be viewed as emotionless due to our social and political upbringing of what power represents socially.  So in contrast to that construct, when collaring Shay, I do not forget my love for Shay and express it with loving touch, sincere but not stern eye contact, and a welcome home statement that expresses our love – “Welcome home My Girasole” (welcome home my sunflower). Also, because Shay is my partner as well as an s-type, I do not refer to our relationship, its protocols or rituals as mine. The aforementioned behavior would be exclusive and deny the partnership we share in this D/s dynamic.

    A – This sort of simplification came up again in another hilarious presentation where you horrified bondage purists by showing very simple, practical ties using everyday objects – which looked quicker and way more fun than classic ropework anyway. With all due respect for fancy bondage orthodoxy, it sure felt more spontaneous at the least.
    Generally speaking, it seems that once people interiorize the technical and safety aspects of kink, the more they distance themselves from “proper”/expected play style, the more enjoyable it gets for them. In my experience this sort of creativity isn’t terribly valued or popular in the BDSM scene, however. What do you think of this?

    Bondage confusionStefanos: Creativity in all areas of BDSM is a cornerstone to Shay and I.
    By our very nature the BDSM/Kink/Leather/etc scene is full of rebels. Sometimes on principle we rebel against societal norms. Yet, in a community that values diversity and difference, in principle, it is shocking to see judgements placed on those that defy a perceived convention, such as bondage or D/s.

    Bondage was once nothing more than a way to restrain and explore loss of control to BDSM’ers. As the Japanese style entered the western consciousness, our desire to adhere to traditions gave a one-true-way to do bondage. It is human nature even among rebels to group together as a tribe and adopt “a way” to do tasks – it creates community. We need systems and constructs to be part of a group. However, in order to achieve self-mastery people need to add their intentions and energy to make it theirs.

    Many of the techniques used in bondage were once used as torture or as a death sentence, not intended as an erotic technique. So to deviate from them is a necessity. Where we diverge from the tribe is only an intersection of forming a new tribe. One that values creative use of technique and safety. For example, TK’s is not a safe technique by our standards, so we do not use them. Given that TK’s are an essential technique in Japanese style bondage, it was necessary to find other ways and possibly materials to work with for bondage. It required we research additional techniques for restraining beyond hemp and jute, which we both still use.

    Not using rope presents challenges because you can’t tie the same ties as convention dictates. So creativity is required to achieve restraint. In addition, no items found in your home are the same as our home, therefore, spontaneity is achieved along with a sense of possible failure. This is freeing to experience, because restraint is problem solving and to expect failure invites solutions and laughter. In brief, “bondage purists” as you put it, choose to confine themselves to a tradition that is perceived as a pinnacle of restraint because it is attached to a tradition spanning hundreds of years and that was used effectively to confine people.

    Change can be fearful for people, especially to people in a place of authority. So to watch a knowledge base (restraint, D/s, impact etc.) be used in a divergent way, threatens the status quo. Among humans, even rebels, this is threatening and therefore devalued by the dominant tribe, because it challenges the tribe’s proscribed traditions. It creates an intersection of choice – a place to have other expectations met. This intersection is nothing more than an opening for others to enter without the restrictions placed by the gatekeepers of “that other” tribe.

    A – The absolute highlight of the conference for me was your description of yet another subversion of the perceived fundamentals of BDSM, which is to say your take on “punishments”. You turned a repressive act at heart into a very intense and deeply moving expression of love. Can you tell us about it, and how it came to be?

    Shay: Wow, we could fill up a whole article answering this question, it’s a huge topic! I think one common failing in D/s relationships (and really relationships in general) is that there isn’t a way to effectively communicate apologies, and then also to communicate forgiveness! This can lead to resentment building up and ultimately the demise of a dynamic. We have a few different ways we address that in our power exchange, but the most formal version is the “apology position.” This position has me laying face down on the floor, legs together, arms out at a 90 degree angle from my body, forehead against the floor. We frequently say that we don’t want to HEAR an apology, we want to FEEL it, from both sides – and over the years this has become a very emotionally loaded position for us. From my perspective, I find it impossible to be emotionally disengaged when I’m face down on the floor in front of Stefanos. It takes me straight into that contemplative and emotional space of, how can we keep this from happening again? It’s also not about blame at that point, because it’s an emotionally vulnerable act for both of us.

    Stefanos: Additionally because Shay was succinct: The position takes away my connection as well from Shay. I am can only see the apology and I only feel the emptiness and focus in this moment.  I want it to end, so we can move on. I encourages forgiveness in me for the act or acts.

    bdsm fireplay
    A – On the other hand, you also got the biggest laugh of the event when you demonstrated how an overimaginative and naïve sub could misconstrue even the most incompetent play session as «a perfect experience, just like in 50 Shades of Grey». The common theme seems to be the powerful role of expectations in shaping our perception – and ultimately our enjoyment – of kink. Talking about people in general, do you feel these expectations are evolving, and how? Also, how would you like them to change in the future?

    Shay: The BDSM community continues to become larger and more accessible. The internet is of course the biggest thing driving this trend, but pop culture references (like 50 Shades) contribute as well (although it’s important to remember that seeing fetish in pop culture isn’t actually a new thing, one needs only to look at 80’s Madonna and movies like “9 1/2 Weeks” to know that). It’s amazing to see increased awareness and acceptance of kink, and to see more people discovering it – or feeling safe to express that part of themselves! It is simultaneously invigorating and terrifying that the “bar to entry” to come into a BDSM event and call yourself “Master So-and-so” is effectively nonexistent. This adds to the importance of education, especially for bottoms – there can be an expectation that someone calling themselves “Master” (or “Mistress”) must know what they’re talking about, and a submissive shouldn’t question them or advocate for themself, because that would somehow undermine their Domly-ness. I hope going forward we can continue to move towards having empowered bottoms who advocate for themselves. When we come into the kink community, it doesn’t matter if I call myself “Grand Mistress Firedragon 12th Archon Goddess” and you call yourself “lowly slave wormdick” – we come into this community as equals, and should treat each other that way, until negotiated otherwise!

    Stefanos:  I would only add that any relationship long or short term is “an equality of expectations”, without clear expectations and a method of communication about expectations, all relationships (personal or community based) are doomed to fail.

    A – Thank you again for your time. And, by the way: do you have any more Italian workshops planned already?

    Nothing specific planned yet, but we had a blast at Rome BDSM Conference and hope we can come back!!


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  • Pet Play fetish – Bring out the animal in YOU

    Pet Play fetish – Bring out the animal in YOU

    Hi naughty ones, I’m Nancy! I started selling my panties online a few months ago after wanting to try it out for over a year. I started receiving emails from clients to do sexy chat not long after, which I really enjoy, as it gives me more of a connection with my client. I have always been quite dominant in relationships and have been very curious about pet play, so when a client asked if I did that, I was very excited to give it a go!

    What is Pet Play?

    Pet play is play that involves at least one of the participants dressing or acting like an animal. To be clear – this is in no way a form of beastiality! Pet play is about enjoying animalistic behaviour with a human partner, not engaging in sexual activity with an actual animal.

    Pet play is usually a form of dom/sub relationship, with one of the partners being dominant – most often the partner who is remaining human. Pet play is not always sexual; I have done pet play scenes with clients who simply enjoy submitting and giving over control of even their basic needs, so that I care for them completely in the same way as I would with a pet in real life. Others enjoy pet play of a more sexual nature, in which their lack of control over their needs is used to humiliate and torment them.

    Another element of pet play is feminisation. I often find that partners enjoy being made to look pretty and cute, in that way being made into a pretty pet for my enjoyment (if they enjoy humiliation) or for their own enjoyment (if they like being feminised). This can include anything from a collar to a tail and ears or panties and stockings and make up.

    Personally, I enjoy pet play in all of its forms. I like having that level of control over my partner, but as I am quite a maternal and nurturing person, I love caring for my pet and establishing that level of trust in which they are comfortable in giving over total control.

    Ultimately, pet play is a fun way to play with a partner that just involves taking on the characteristics of an animal – maybe a playful puppy or a mischievous kitten – and bringing those to your playtime, sexual or otherwise.

    Safety concerns in pet play

    As with all dom/sub play, being the dominant partner is about so much more than issuing commands. In the same way that a dom must always care for their sub, it is important that a dom in pet play never abuses the level of trust and control that their pet has given them. The damage caused by an abuse of trust can range from destroying the mood of the scene to psychological harm for the pet.

    When engaging in pet play in real life – as opposed to online – there are other safety issues to keep in mind. For example, please do not go eating animal food! It was made for animals (whichever you may choose to play as/with) for a reason. A nice alternative would be to feed your pet mashed up food in a pet bowl, which doesn’t spoil the fantasy but is also safe for your pet to eat.

    Another concern is the psychological impact of being an animal for extended periods of time. Some partners like to have their speech restricted to only animal noises. Whilst this is fine in the odd scene, if you are engaging in pet play all day every day, it is damaging to the sub to be so restricted. I would not recommend this level of play in real life, your sub always needs some time to come back to their human self mentally to allow their mind time to recover.

    Preparation for pet play

    Before I enter into any pet play scenario, I always have an honest discussion with my client about what they want from the session, what their likes and dislikes are and what their limits are. As I mentioned above, it is so important to establish and keep that trust, particularly as I am offering a paid service.

    I find it’s always best to do this before starting the scene, first so I understand what the client wants, but also so that I can check it will be something I am comfortable with too. I can’t stress enough how important it is for both partners to respect each others boundaries and stick to the limits they agree to.

    A typical pet play process…

    Every pet play session is different, but a usual session will involve dressing my pet up as the animal they most identify with – usually a kitten or a puppy – and preparing them to play. I sometimes do training with a pet, to teach obedience or tricks. After that, it generally depends on the client – some prefer to be fed, watered, made to use the toilet and washed, then cuddled and stroked before being put into their pet bed. Sexual pet plays obviously differ greatly from client to client, so I won’t go into those here!


    Email nancysknickers@hotmail.com for all panty enquiries and to book online role play sessions, sexy chat or pet play at http://pantytrust.com/nancy . I now have openings for long term clients too. I’d love to hear from you x

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  • Sexy Reads – A Rough Ride

    Sexy Reads – A Rough Ride

    When Marianna tried the dress on in front of her full-length, floor to ceiling art deco mirror, the dress wasn’t quite as opaque as she’d feared. It clung to her body like a second skin, with a tenacity that surprised her, and covered up all of the important parts. That was, until she made a move. Then the diamonds quivered, stretched, sparkled and revealed naughty glimpses of skin as they pulled this way and that. As it shifted around her, the dress became a walking advert for indecency. Twisting this way and that at the mirror, she caught a flash of nipple, watched the curve of her breast as it moved softly against the material and if she moved her legs, well, that was another story. Standing with her legs shoulder width apart, the mound of her sex was clearly revealed beneath the delicate triangles. Turning around to view the back, she could see the outline of her toned backside and, if the material was stretched further, the valley between her ass cheeks was clearly revealed. It felt sinfully invigorating. Taking a few practice steps around her bedroom, she smiled as the tiny threads of rope rubbed against her nipples, breasts and sex, and she found that the faster she walked, the more exquisite the sensation. As she moved, the dress slithered in tiny, stimulating whispers all around her body. It would make her acutely aware of her nakedness with every step she took, which was the idea she guessed. Mark Matthews was indeed a master tormentor. No foreplay would be necessary with an outfit such as this, if foreplay had been necessary – which it wasn’t.

    When Marianna waltzed back into the lounge, poised and almost regal in stature, Mark felt his breath catch in his throat. The personal shopping assistant, who advised him on all of his purchases from Harrods, had really outdone herself on this occasion. The dress was scandalous, outrageous and damn near perfect to his mind. Each tiny flash of generously tanned flesh served to titillate his senses and the outfit managed to accentuate all of her ample charms, if that were possible. It was a beautiful frame for a near perfect body. He would never tell her that, of course. He needed to keep this one on her toes.

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    “Not bad, Miss Morreau,” he drawled, cocking his head to one side as he appraised every inch of flesh from top to bottom. “You have made one small error, however. I wonder if you can tell me what it is?”

    Marianna’s face took on the appearance of a little girl for a minute, lost and confused. It took her a moment before she remembered where she was and who she was with. Her eyes flared in understanding before she let out a strangled sob. Getting down to her hands and knees once more, she whispered, “I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me.” Mark clucked his tongue. She was giving him the ‘lost puppy’ look and it was all he could do to stop from smiling.

    “So many indiscretions this evening, Miss Morreau. We really must start addressing them.” He appeared to consider the matter, while his eyes were devouring the way her breasts wobbled slightly as her breathing quickened. His naughty little girl was aroused, so much the better. “Hmm. I have just the thing. How about we go out for a drink? I know a lovely place in the center of London. Fancy a gin and tonic, my dear?”

    He stifled another laugh as her face dropped. He wondered if she would ask the question or whether he would just give her ‘the look’ and stifle it in its tracks. He decided that would be a little mean, so he waited expectantly. Marianna’s mouth opened and closed several times and she looked not unlike a goldfish gasping for air. She even got to the point where she raised her finger in the air anxiously and Mark gave her an encouraging smile. “Something on your mind, Marianna?” Her mouth snapped shut. Damn the woman, she was spoiling all his fun. She’d obviously figured out his game. What she didn’t know was that they would have been going out had she been a good girl or not. He wanted to see how she would handle the idea of going out in public not only nearly naked, but with a dress that would slay the average male mortal at ten paces. It was going to be an entertaining evening.

    “Before we go, Marianna, I feel that certain aspects of your behavior need to be addressed. So you may place yourself over my knee, hands on the armrest of the sofa. I think we should make that backside take on a pleasant, cherry-red hue before we let the general public lay their eyes on it. What say you, sweetness?”

    Marianna had still not come to terms with the fact that she was about to display all of her most intimate charms to any member of the public who might care to look at them, so it took a moment before her eyes connected with his. Her pupils had dilated dramatically and she was running scared. It wouldn’t do her any harm.

    “Now, Marianna. I am not a patient man.”

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    His sharp tone had her rushing to obey. She laid her slight body over his thighs and he felt his trousers crumple as she moved forward. It was probably a good thing. He’d need to look a bit rumpled if he wanted to fit in at the bar they were going to tonight. Splaying her body forward, her cheek rested on the arm of her sofa, tilted to the left and she draped both of her arms either side of her head. He let her rest there for a moment in contemplative silence. Anticipation was the mother of desire, and he would see to it that she had more than her fair share of the fickle creature. She began squirming before he had laid even a single finger upon her. He let her wriggle. It served to arouse him as well. He watched the little, glistening diamonds as they danced sinuously upon her body. His hand itched to slam into her flesh, but he waited patiently. There was a time and place for everything and he valued every last little aspect of control. Another twist of her groin, grinding into his pants made him catch his breath, but still he waited. When she finally cried out, a muffled little gasp of arousal that she could no longer keep inside her, he took pity upon her and slowly slid the pathetic wisps of silk covering her ass cheeks up towards her waist. Her sharp intake of breath was delightful. He could hear her fingernails digging into the soft suede of the sofa and her heels scrape against the carpet. Yes, she was ready for a little pain he thought. She had certainly earned it.

    Letting his fingers slide over the soft mounds of her buttocks, he felt the taut muscle there. It was no surprise she was a little apprehensive but he wondered if she would be wet and ready for him. His fingers walked a path down her butt cheeks. Hearing Marianna moan at even that light pressure, he was pretty much assured of the outcome of his exploration, and when his fingers reached the base of her sex they almost skidded. She was drenched. Perhaps it was a good thing that there wouldn’t be much dress to soak. Plunging two fingers forth into her core, he watched as her back strung itself tight as a bow and her hips bucked against him.

    He whispered, “You’re ready for my hand, aren’t you Marianna?” There was no immediate response. To make his point clear, his hand grasped an ass cheek with a fearsome grip and squeezed. She gave out a high pitched yelp and whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” Well, that was a bit more like it. He raised his hand in the air, palm facing down and unleashed himself.

    The first few smacks were a gentle warm-up both for Marianna’s backside and for his hand. He needed to get a good pattern and rhythm going. The idea was to slowly build up the heat so that each spank was a little bit harder than the last. At the end of this session both his hand and her backside would be sore, but there was no question that she would have the worst end of the deal. To give her credit, she settled into the spanking after the shock of the first two slaps had left her and then raised her buttocks to welcome each new slap as she had been taught. She didn’t move her hands or her head, and she kept her dazzling green eyes wide open even though she couldn’t look at him with them.

    Alternating from side to side, he admired the twin peaks of firm flesh and the first spots of colour that had just started to encourage her ass to blush rather beautifully. It would take a good few minutes to develop something half-decent and long lasting, but he was on the right path. Each slap saw a slight quiver as the orbs tried desperately to recover themselves before his hand descended again with another fresh attack.

    “I’ve been thinking about your punishment for this evening’s ‘panty’ debacle. As you have already realised, parading you around central London in that dress will be a part of it. It should help you lose that innate sense of propriety that you seem so keen to hold on to. You need to learn that when I lay down the law, I mean for my instructions to be obeyed immediately and without question. Failure to do so will result in penalties. These may be moderate to severe, depending on my choice, but I shall make sure that the lesson has been learned.” As his hand continued to fall, he increased the strength of the stroke. She whimpered in protest, but there was still little movement on her part. “You will be pleased to know that I am going to allow you the privilege of wearing panties to work.” He did not miss the puzzled frown that graced her face. She had every right to be confused but he intended to clear up her misunderstanding quickly. “When you arrive at the office, however, you will bend over and push your panties down so that they rest around your ankles. That way, I will be assured that you are not wearing underwear while you are working under my roof.” Marianna’s jaw dropped in horror and he knew it had nothing to do with the effects of his spanking, even though her backside had just begun to wiggle in the most charming fashion. “You may speak.”

    Marianna did the goldfish thing again. He hadn’t slowed the pace of his spanking, so it was going to be a little hard for her to concentrate, but she’d get there in the end. Women were renowned for their multi-tasking skills he’d heard.

    “Isn’t there some…” a rather loud squeak ensued as a particularly hard whack cracked down, “health and safety law against that?” Her words tripped over one another in a breathless manner and her squirming increased. He could feel his cock harden painfully as he watched her body undulate backwards and forwards.

    “Against what?” He raised an eyebrow out of habit, but was aware she couldn’t see it.

    “Against try-ing,” another squeak, “to walk,” a yelp of pain, “in-high-heels-with-your-panties-around- your-ankles!”

    “It’s a good job I speak gibberish, Miss Morreau. No, the only laws in my office are those which I set and you will ensure that you walk slowly and carefully within the confines of my office, so as not to injure yourself. If you manage to injure yourself through your own stupidity, you will, of course, be punished.” Slap, slap, slap. The metronome beat of his hand was building in tempo. She had to wait a full minute before she could summon a weak, if faintly sarcastic response to his dictate.

    “Obviously.” That was the last thing she said for quite some time.


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