Dec 28, 2007
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Dec 25, 2007
Another story from Prurient Interests has been honored by Sugasm! Thanks for everyone who enjoyed "Blood Red Saturday Night." Big thanks again to Angela St. Lawrence of ZenFetish.com for the help and sinspiration.
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #112? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Fighting The Dominatrix Stereotype
“She wanted a man for a boyfriend, not a doormat.”
“Say my name, over and over.”
“My body is flexed, and held in place, and the onslaught is relentless.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Pic(k) of the Day
A Brief History of (My) Fucking
Dec 20, 2007
This was a fantasy that Angela St. Lawrence of ZenFetish.com and I explored recently. I know that I didn't do justice to her words but this captures some of the kink and the fun we have together.
It was as if I was the only one who saw her and I just didn't know how that could have been. She stood nearly six feet tall in her platform heels. Taller if you considered the way she piled her hair on her head in something that reminded me of Elvira meets Amy Winehouse. Her clothes as dark as her black hair which offset her pale skin and red lips even more. My eyes trailed down her exquisitely curved body, pausing at her wasp waist and hourglass hips. However, it was her eyes that truly captivated me. They were nothing if not the definition of violet. They were the kind of eyes that a person could get lost in. And, those eyes were focused solely on me.
I tore my eyes away and looked around. Seeing how striking she was, I thought for sure that everyone else would be looking at her but no one seemed to even realize she was there. She came closer, the scent of her perfume was intoxicating though there was a sweet sourness that underlay it. She didn't say a word as she sat across from me. I would have pinched myself to see if I was dreaming had it not been for the sharp sensation I felt on the back of my hand as she lay hers over mine, her sharp nails scraping my skin as she did.
I offered her a drink, which she shrugged off. The din of the bar was intense, making conversation almost impossible. Yet, when she finally spoke it sounded like her mouth was right next to my ear. "Let's get out of here," she said. I couldn't help but comply.
"You drive," she said as we walked out of the bar.
She sat as close to me as she could in the car. She must have caught a chill as I couldn't feel the warmth from her body despite her proximity. She had her legs pulled up slightly under her, giving me a great view of her black fishnet stockings. I even caught a glimpse of the garter that held them up. It took everything I had to concentrate on the road and heed her directions as we left town.
We drove out past the suburbs and into what used to be farm country. It was still haven for some of the old grand mansions with the occasional ant colony condominiums dotting the landscape. She lived in one of the old homes. The only way to describe it was "Gothic," with its ornate door and windows. I couldn't see all of it in the dark but the lamps outside gave me a hint of how big the place might be.
I parked in her circle drive and followed her up to her front door, watching her shapely behind as she took the stairs. Again, I couldn't believe just how lucky I was at being picked up by such a beautiful woman.
Going into her house, however, was another story...
Rather than the warm and cozy interior I was expecting, the entire first floor of her house was a single room. Absolutely austere save for stairwells leading up and down and a single raised dais illuminated from an unseen light source above. The stage was about three feed above the floor on some kind of solid base. It looked to be granite or marble and it looked like something straight out of either a morgue or a sacrificial chamber!
I found that I had stopped dead in my tracks. She took me by the hand, the shock of her cold fingers waking me to more of my surroundings. She pulled me forward, looking back at me and smiling a dangerous smile. Her white teeth caught the low light of the room and the seemed to be illuminated from within. She lead me to the low stage and reached up to start unbuttoning my shirt.
While I felt drawn into her eyes again, I began to hear scratching sounds and wondered if she had pets and where they could be kept in this austere abode. Suddenly, my mind was filled with an image that was clearer than anything I might see with my own eyes...
I saw three women. They were garbed in tatters. What they wore was white at one time but now was smeared with dirt and gore. They were all gorgeous, albeit anemic. They were in a frenzy like starved animals smelling a kill. Then I saw closer... one of the women had two terrific gouges on her throat. The next had the same marks but around her exposed breast. The third bore them on her mons veneris.
Without reason, I knew that these creatures were the source of the scratching sounds and I knew that I would be joining them if I didn't leave right then. Yet, my feet stood firm as her hands worked to undo the final button on my shirt and begin to undo my belt. Was it that I couldn't move or wouldn't? I thought about those craven creatures below and their sad fate but wondered how bad it would be in reality. After all, didn't they each get to see this woman every day? Didn't they experience pleasure beyond imagination? Were these my own thoughts or someone else's?
She had my pants off. I was naked before her while she remained fully clothed. She pushed me back onto the dais and the stone chilled me. My body filled a depression in the stone almost perfectly, my head resting at the top as if it were made for a body to lay in.
She climbed atop me with a speed he didn't think possible. She straddled me at the waist, pushing my hard cock against my body. She looked down and smiled again. It was only then that I noticed just how sharp and menacing her incisors looked.
I snuck a look down and saw her naked pubis. Her pubic hair was the same raven color as the hair on her head. It stood in stark contrast to her alabaster skin which was, like the stone, cooler than it should have been. She grasped my cock in her long-nailed hand and placed it against her opening. She began to slide down my shaft and she gave such a sigh of pleasure that it sounded as if her life had depended on it. I imagine that it was the same sound a person crossing the desert might make when getting their first drink of cool water.
She bent over me, and I could smell her scent stronger. Her sickly sweet odor was heady. Her hair cascaded around me, making it seem that we were in a curtained room with only her pale face visible before me. Her smile changed into a leer that filled my eyes. She lunged at my neck and felt her cool lips on my comparatively hot flesh. And then I felt her tongue.
I could tell that she wasn't so much licking me... as tasting me.
The feel of her tongue was unnatural. It felt like a piece of meat from the grocery store deli case. She licked along my neck and I shuddered, though my cock didn't falter as she squeezed it tighter inside of her, so tight that I felt trapped there beneath her.
Trapped, but not caring. Wanting. I wanted whatever she was doing. I wanted it more than life itself. I felt her muscles grasping me, fucking without moving. Then I felt a terrible and wonderful pain and she sank her teeth into my throat. I could actually hear the sound of my blood flowing out. It was then, as my blood gushed out of my neck that I came inside of her.
She leaned back and howled triumphantly, crimson dripping from her mouth, looking like stage blood against her ashen features. The sound that came out of her wasn't human. It wasn't even like that of any animal I'd ever heard. Whatever it was, the scratching from below was joined by a similar sound, muffled but unmistakable. She fell upon me again, feasting from me as my cock continued spurting inside of her in one of the longest, most satisfying orgasms of my life.
I must have blacked out shortly thereafter. When I awoke, I heard those same scratching sounds from earlier but they were much louder and closer now...
Dec 19, 2007
Dec 12, 2007
Dec 3, 2007
I managed to make it into Sugasm 107! Big Fun in a Small Space
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #108? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Half-Nekkid Blow Job
” We could hear people walking past and talking so they’d be able to hear us as well.”
Masturbation on a Memory
“I let the first time I had sex with your flash back though my mind.”
Reality Check: Handling Long Calls
“While I get my share of quick cummer calls I have several clients that like to talk for hours.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
A Non-Monogamy Lexicon
Nov 30, 2007
Below is the continuation of this story.
Melanie didn't have a nursing degree but she knew more than most practicing RNs. She'd been involved in the medical fetish community since before she graduated college and had been practicing with all things medical--needles, injections, bloodletting, enemas, and so much more--ever since. She had even taken to giving her friends and colleagues their annual flu shots for the last few years.
The main project for the last few months had been the treatment and transformation of her best friend's husband from a red-blooded American male to a submissive, feminized slave. To that end, she'd been employing a wide variety of hormones, tonics, and other items of questionable origin.
The patient, michael, lay on the examination table. His hands were bound above his head and the look of worry on his face was comical to Melanie. She stood next to him, opening an alcohol wipe, and relishing the power that she felt. Lifting up his thin cotton gown, she saw how shriveled his tiny penis had gotten out of fear. She wiped the cool cotton swap over one of his nipples and noticed an immediate change as his penis began to grow from her stimulation. His fear became mortification as his body betrayed him.
She said nothing with words but allowed him to see her raise an eyebrow and tsk at the sight.
His nipples cleaned, she threw away the wipe before donning her rubber gloves. She snapped them on each wrist with menacing finality. She took a large needle from her tray and allowed the light to catch it before bending over him.
Her smell was intoxicating. Her honey brown hair brushed his shoulder and he felt her warm breath on his skin just as he felt the sharp sting in his right nipple as the needle penetrated his flesh. It seemed to take forever before the needle came through the other side of his aureole. She moved back, allowing him to see the thin piece of metal running into one side of his nipple and out through the other. Despite the pain, the sensation was enough to bring his penis to full arousal.
She moved to the other side of the examination table and performed the procedure again on his other nipple. This time, he couldn't help but cry out. Tears welled in his eyes as the sight of his skewered nipples and hard cock was too much to bear.
"Now, now," Melanie cooed. "You know this is for the best, baby girl."
Back at her tray, she prepared a hypodermic. "This is some more special medicine for my girl," she said, leaning over him again. The needle pierced his skin and Melanie pushed down the plunger. Her special concoction began welling under his skin. "Here you go... Now you'll have big boobies, just like Auntie Melanie." And, indeed, his breasts did look more swollen than they had before.
She repeated the process on his other breast. The solution had a calming effect on michael. Likewise, the pain of the procedures thus far had released the natural endorphins that eased him into a more submissive frame of mind.
Back at her tray, Melanie prepared a rather frightening hypodermic -- the needle had to be at least two inches long and the tube attached to it was full. "This is going to hurt," Melanie said, grinning at him. She bent over him, taking his cock in one of her rubber-gloved hands as she sank the needle into his balls.
He screamed as he felt the needle pierce him and the liquid run into him like fire. "This is going to make your balls really big and sore... and then they'll start to shrink up until they're just little beans. This will make more room in your pretty panties, little girl," she said, chuckling.
The pain put an immediate cessation to his hardness. His penis became tiny and flaccid and this was exactly what Melanie desired. She unrolled a small canvas bag. Inside were several long, silver, metal skewers. She withdrew one and held it before michael's face. "Do you know where this is going?" she asked.
He could only sob and shake his head.
"This is going all the way down your little penis. This is a sounds." She placed it back on her tray before getting another alcohol rub that she used on the head of his penis. The alcohol burned but, at the same time, the warmth felt pleasant on some levels to michael. She noticed that his cock was attempting to get hard again. Rather than allow this, she used her thumb and forefinger to thump his swollen balls. He cried out again and his cock shrunk immediately.
Taking the sounds, she used some medicinal lubricant on it, also dabbing some on the slit of his penis. Holding his penis with one hand, she used the other to guide the Dittel sounds inside.
Immediately, the urgent feeling of urinating hit michael. He was overcome with the dread and humiliation of peeing himself while he wasn't actually doing so. He'd never felt anything going into his urethra, just urine coming out. He whimpered as he watched the metal spike slide inside of him.
She loved seeing the clean silver metal disappear into him, knowing the sensations that she sent through his body as she did it. In a sense, she was fucking his penis with this hard metal. She slid it in until she knew to stop. Afterwards, she put a small cage around his cock and balls that held the sounds straight into the air, perpendicular to his body. This sight was so amusing that she had to laugh to herself again.
While she removed her gloves she admired her handiwork. She thought of the perfect addition to michael's discomfort.
Melanie retrieved a TENS unit from her bag and connected the alligator clips to the metal tip of the sounds. She set it on low and started the electrical current running down the metal into michael's penis. He moaned low at the introduction of this new sensation. She smiled before clicking the "UP" button on the unit to increase the voltage.
He moaned again, this time with a hint of urgency, as if unsure whether he was feeling something pleasurable or painful shooting through his member and running through his body. She clicked "UP" again, twice now. The moan became something of a mewl and then a howl as any question of pleasure was demolished and only pain coursed through him in pulses.
How she enjoyed being the bringer of pain through her medical experience. Too often she was cautious of giving "ouchies" while every time she was with michael she could give as much pain as she desired. She watched him writhe and upped the voltage again. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes and his body began to shake uncontrollably. She allowed this to go on for another thirty seconds before slowly dialing back the TENS down to zero.
She slid the sounds out of him and knew that this brought on the sensation of urination once again. Rather than letting him wet his cell again later on, Melanie removed a prepared catheter from her bag and inserted the pre-lubed tip into his urethra... pushing deeper this time until she pushed into his bladder. Immediately, a stream of urine began to flow out and fill the plastic bag between his legs.
This humiliation was simply too much. Michael began to cry openly now as he lost control of his bladder. This only made Melanie laugh aloud. "Poor baby," she mocked. "Is she going pee pee all on her own?" She laughed again.
She went about her business, cleaning up her equipment, as the urine continued to drain from michael's bladder and tears continued to fall from his eyes.
When empty, she removed the catheter tube and then removed the spikes from his nipples. This attention immediately brought a response from his penis again. "See? Everything's okay," she giggled.
She had him roll over onto his stomach, his hard-on brushing the paper of her examination table. She injected him with a sedative that put him out immediately. She would have Kevin wheel him back to his cell later.
Nov 21, 2007
Nov 19, 2007
Nov 16, 2007
To say that my apartment was small is an understatement. As the old joke goes, you had to step into the hallway just to change your mind. It always amazed me the amount of things that Kitty could do to me in such a small space. But, really, most of the things she did to me took place in the space between my ears.
Kitty came in carrying a small duffel bag and wearing an evil grin on her face (and not much else). She had only told me that tonight she would be using me in ways that I'd not been used before. I could only gulp a bit and know that whatever she was doing would be in my best interest and, more importantly, for her pleasure.
She instructed me to strip. She stood and watched, her arms crossed, as I removed all of my clothes. I reddened under her gaze. Tapped her booted foot impatiently as she watched me remove every inch of clothing. Once I was bare, she had me stand with my hands above my head, facing away from her.
I could hear her getting items out of her bag. Time moved strangely for me as I stood, staring ahead at nothing, listening for everything that I could and wondering what was in store for me.
Her warm hand graped my shoulder. "Turn around and lay across the bed," she told me sternly. I felt something slick and hard push against my asshole. Bending over, I felt it penetrate my hole. The invasion wasn't gentle and it wasn't quick. She pushed something inside of me, deep and fast. I gasped and she shushed me. "Just accept it," she told me.
Suddenly, I felt the sensation of warmth and wetness. "Grasp your asshole tight," she commanded. Obeying, I felt myself being filled now. She moved into my peripheral vision where she had a tall device like one would see in a hospital. Rather than an IV handing from it, there was an enema bag. She loosened the clamp that began flooding my insides with a deluge of water and discomfort. "You'd better take every drop," she hissed before leaving my side.
I whimpered helplessly as my insides were irrigated. It didn't take long for the cramping to start. I had never had an enema for "recreation" before and it had been years since my last one. I forgot the intense discomfort that made me reel.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping my asshole as clenched as I could make it. I didn't want to embarrass myself or upset Kitty by disobeying. I tried to keep my breathing steady, though I wanted to pant with nervousness and pain. While I did this, Kitty readied other things in the room.
"Hold tight," she said. I tried clenching as fast and tight as I could as she snatched the nozzle from my bottom. I felt a few drops of water drip down my legs but managed to hold in the rest of the solution that filled me. "You're to hold that for as long as you can, do you understand?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," I responded. I wondered how long I could possibly endure the sensation. A fresh wave of cramps struck just then and I cried out. I felt as if I was being torn in two but knew I couldn't give up yet. I wanted to hold out as long as possible. I wanted to make Kitty happy and I knew taking as much pain as possible would do so.
Kitty sat on the bed. I could see her black nylon clad legs. My eyes followed them up to a pair of short denim shorts. She put something else into my field of vision; a magazine. She slid it down until it was in front of my eyes. It was one of those "letters" magazines like Man Talk, Options or the like. "Read it," she commanded.
Gritting my teeth, I began. The story was already in progress. "I pushed deeper with my finger, sliding in slowly before pulling out. I replaced my finger with my cock, aimed at his anus. Using the same amount of pressure, I pushed into him, opening him wider over the head of my cock. He moaned again, breathier this time. I waited, allowing him to get used to the sensation. Wordlessly, he nodded and I continued; moving deeper inside of him."
I moaned. Not out of arousal but out of extreme discomfort. I heard the distinct sound of a phone being dialed. "Hello, Marcia? This is Kitty. Yes, it's going swimmingly. He's a couple quarts up. It's story time. Want to hear? Sure." She slid her phone down next to the magazine. "Keep reading, slut," she said.
I swallowed and tried to breathe evenly as another wave of cramps took over. I found my voice and started reading again, "Seeing the look of pleasure on his face and feeling his ass tightening around my cock. I put my hands around his waist and began pulling him against me as I pushed into him. I could feel the vibration as he pulled his cock beneath me as I fucked him harder. He started to cum and as he reached his orgasm the pressure on my cock triggered my own orgasm. I threw myself into him, over and over again as I exploded inside of his ass."
Kitty took her phone back. "Yes. Oh yes, certainly. Thanks. You too. Bye," she said before hanging up. I knew that I couldn't go on any longer without making a mess.
"May I relieve myself?"
"Yes, slut. You may."
I started to stand up from the bed and walk awkwardly to the bathroom.
"What do you think you're doing, slut?" Kitty demanded. "You will crawl there.
Getting to my knees was a trial in itself. Once there, I got down onto my hands and started crawling to the bathroom. The trip never seemed to take as long as it did then. It took all of my self and muscle control to get onto the toilet before releasing. The noise was horribly embarrassing and my small place did nothing to keep Kitty from hearing the torrent.
It felt like I was in the bathroom for an hour. When I finally crawled out, Kitty was waiting for me wearing a strap on dildo, a wicked smile, a half-shirt, and little else. "Now that you're all cleaned out for me, you're going to take my cock up that pretty little cunt of yours," she said, laughing darkly. "Crawl over here quickly and stand up next to this desk."
I did as she said. She grabbed onto my shoulders and pushed me down until I was bent over. She told me to brace my hands on the desk and leaned over me until I felt her body against me. "You're going to be my good little bitch, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said sotto voce.
"Good answer," she said, pushing the head of her cock against my asshole.
She grabbed onto my hips and began opening me. The pressure from her hips built until my body opened to her and accepted her overlarge dildo. She grunted as I opened to her and pulled my hips closer to her, moving her cock deeper inside. "Oh yeah," she hissed. "Yes, take it, bitch. Take my cock."
She pushed farther into me. It felt like we were the only two people in the world as we stood in the tight quarters of my apartment. In our limited space, only the inches that moved in and out of me felt important. Kitty maneuvered her hips as she slid in and out of me, "Oh, right there," she said. "It's pushing right against my clit now. Oh, yes." She began fucking me, now. Each thrust count; giving her pleasure and taking her closer. She slapped my ass, reflexively making me clench down tighter on her cock and increasing the resistance she felt. She groaned lower, almost growling.
She began bucking against me. Fucking me, making me cry out. She began grunting in tandem with me. My cries seemed to spur her on. We both got louder and louder. Me from pain mixed with a modicum of pleasure, she from pure unadulterated lust and pleasure. Finally, she grasped onto my shoulders and jammed her cock into me as deep as she could get it. I heard her crescendo; her cries became staccato yelps as she orgasmed. She threw herself against my back, allowing her arms to hang down by my side as she caught her breath. I felt my ass spasm, continuing to clutch at Kitty's cock. She wiped her sweaty brow against my back and slapped my ass again before she slid out of me.
I heard her collapse on my bed. My knees were weak and it was difficult to stay leaning over the desk. Yet, I knew I couldn't move until given permission. Kitty rested for a few minutes before she got up and went about her business. I kept my eyes forward, concentrating on staying where I stood.
Soon, Kitty came back to stand next to me. She was fully-dressed once again. She kissed my cheek and stroked my bare bottom before bidding me goodbye and telling me that she'd see me again soon.
Nov 15, 2007
Nov 14, 2007
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Nov 12, 2007
Good news! My story Re-Education Part 2: A Fantasy managed to make it into Sugasm 105!
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #106? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
“I feel him start; then he groans into my mouth, a deep helpless sound, and I know I’ve got him.”
Domme virginity lost
I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. You know that, don’t you, sweet boy?”
Reality Check: Lessons Learned From Clients
“From my conversations I’ve learned a number of things that have helped me, educated me and surprised me.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Belladonna Likes Heroin
Each Mirror has two sides
Nov 5, 2007
This is a sequel to this story.
Charlie stood behind him. The submissive could feel Charlie's cock, urgent, against his panties... pushing them into the crack of his bottom. Charlie held the smaller man against him, his breath hot on the submissive's neck, his voice in his ear. "Is my girl hungry?" Charlie asked, knowing full well the answer.
Since Charlie had taken over michael's life, he had survived on a diet consisting of daily doses of semen and an IV drip of other essential nutrients that Charlie, Kevin, and Melanie had deemed necessary. There were other additions to the cocktail mix that kept michael calm and pliable. There was even a good does of female hormones that emasculated michael -- or "wendy" as he was known more often -- even more. This "all-cum diet" had done exactly what Charlie had wanted. It made michael/wendy a cock-hungry whore who sucked cock like his life depended on it for, in a manner of speaking, it did.
Kevin took full advantage of michael's mouth, using the submissive's mouth a few times a day. It was Charlie's privilege alone, though, to use michael's "pussy" and he had been breaking it in slowly for the last four months.
Michael had no idea that he'd been in captivity for a third of the year. He had little memory of the days before he was kidnapped. His life had become a blur and it seemed that he had lived his entire life as Charlie and Angela's property.
Angela, his wife in another lifetime, had engaged in a wild extramarital fling with Charlie. His cocksure cocksmanship has captured her imagination. Rather than getting a divorce, she decided to give her husband to Charlie as a present, turning michael into a living sex toy. Since then, Angela, Charlie, and Charlie's friends had taken their turns at forming michael into their ideal concubine.
"Please, Daddy, please put it inside of me," michael whined as Charlie rubbed his bare cock against the panty-clad ass. Charlie grinned to himself, thinking of the times when michael would beg to not be fucked.
"Such a little slut," he whispered into michael's ear. Charlie had been using and abusing michael's "pussy" for months now; stretching him out with butt plugs of various sizes. At first, Melanie would stroke michael's cock while the poor little sub got his ass stretched, giving michael mixed messages of pleasure and pain in a sweet discomfort. Now michael needed his ass filled. He rubbed his ass back against Charlie's cock, practically cooing at the idea of taking Charlie's fat meat inside of him.
Charlie knew that michael had to be hurting. It had been a week since the little bitch boy had been "milked." Between that lack of release and the extra hormones in his IV, michael was a complete bitch in heat. His poor little sexual organ wasn't available to him for masturbation, either. He had been in a chastity device that encased his little penis and would cause pain whenever he got hard.
"God, Charlie, fuck her already. Can't you hear her begging for it?" Angela laughed. She sat across from them, taking in the scene. She loved watching Charlie fuck michael. Something about seeing her slave husband bent over and crying out as Charlie stuffed his cock into the little sissy gave her goose bumps. She relished every time she heard michael squeal and each time Charlie grunted in satisfaction as he orgasmed. She had enjoyed seeing michael emasculated and humiliating him.
Charlie looped his thumbs through the side of michael's panties and slid them down ever-so-slowly. Angela watched as michael's hips moved back and forth, uncontrollably, as if fucking the air. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, please..." This whimpering only served to make Charlie's enormous cock even harder. He spit on his hand and rubbed the head of his thick prick, spreading spittle and precum over the purple mushroom head. He looked at Angela and smiled as he lined up the head of his cock with michael's waiting bunghole, winking at her as he pushed himself into the slut's hole.
Emitting a terrific howl of pain and satisfaction, michael pushed himself as far down onto Charlie's cock as the larger man would allow. Angela smiled and zoomed her small hand held camcorder in to catch more of the action. She had been carefully documenting her cuckolded husband's transformation from the beginning. The clips she culled from the hours of tape had garnered her a good income via web and DVD sales.
She watched through the viewfinder as michael's face went through paroxysms of pain and pleasure as Charlie drove deep. Charlie began spanking michael's ass as he fucked the submissive, making michael's asshole clench up with each blow. Charlie grunted with the new intensity as his cock was clutched by the muscles inside the submissive slut. Angela focused on Charlie's face as he crossed the threshold into orgasm, grabbing onto michael's hips roughly and slamming the submissive's ass down hard, pushing deeper into michael than before. She watched as Charlie's face attained the calm glow of sexual satisfaction.
He slid out of michael. The submissive whined at being so empty so suddenly. Charlie removed his filled condom and threw it down in front of michael as a treat for the cum whore. Angela faded out the scene as Charlie wiped himself off before coming to her and kissing her. Leaving the room, they looked back at michael, down on his knees slurping at the condom, his ankles chained to the wall-mounted hooks that kept him secure. They were both pleased at how well their re-education program was progressing.
To paraphrase Janet Weiss from THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, I don't like a girl with too many tattoos. I think I make an exception for Kat Von D from TLC's "Miami Ink" and "L.A. Ink." She may not be the smartest girl in the world (her speech is peppered with about fifteen "like"s per minute, like you know?) but something about her pixie face and those stars around her eyes just really do it for me.
Nov 4, 2007
I've been penning this blog for a year now and thought I'd take a few minutes to look back at what this site has become for me.
I've been writing dirty stories in various shapes and sizes since I was a teen. I consider those first letters that I used to pen for various Dominas my first attempt to put into word the feelings and fantasies that I was coming to grips with after my "discovery" of BDSM.
The "various Dominas" were those fine ladies of Domina Express, a publication filled with ads from Dommes around the world. It was similar to the DDI (Domination Directory International) but less glossy and catered more to a less professional crowd or at least that's what I thought. Through a scattershot effort to find a Dominant woman with which to correspond or serve (I was hoping for at least a conversation!), I discovered that a lot of these "real women" were actually some kind of front for a business. I kept getting the same response letter from various "ladies" -- all with the same nasty perfume smell and all with the same flowery font. And, alas, all with the request to send money. It was quite an eye-opener.
However, there were a few real women to be found in the pages of Domina Express as well as the pages of a local independent paper's classified ads. That's where I found Sybarta along with a few other Domme ladies with which to speak. Some of them I spoke to for years.
Through those early days, I began to open myself via prose and explore some of the oddball thoughts rolling around in my head. I went back to the things that piqued my interests and why they might have. Since correspondence was relatively "safe," I tried to not hold anything back. I know that I did -- and still do -- but I feel safe here, too, and I don't mind sharing as much as I do. Thanks for all of your support.
Nov 2, 2007
I recently finished reading Carrie's Story by Molly Weatherfield and its sequel, Safe Word. This was my first official exposure to "pony play." Before that, I had only read a sci-fi book, The Mount by Carol Emshwiller. That book--winner of a Philip K. Dick Award--had aliens riding humans (on their shoulders). The primary character very much sounded like a submissive who was loving being used by another.
Since reading Safe Word, I've been very intrigued by the idea of pony play. I don't necessarily want to be a pony but I'd love to witness a race or ride in a cart behind a female pony. Here's hoping I can find a stable one of these days...
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Nov 1, 2007
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them….
Thanks to Sugasm for picking my story Anniversary Present: A Fantasy for their list!
This Week’s Picks
"Feel the electricity from my fingers as I peel the damp cotton of your panties away from your sex, as I ease them to one side."
The Man From Del Monte Says…Yes, Yes, Oh God! YESSS!
"She let her lips and tongue explore me all over."
Traveling the road, Sharing a load, Side by side
“I guess this is not very sexy, my ranting about politics while playing with your cock.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
The US Constitution Erotic Coloring Book
Dinner Date: Part 1
Sex News & Reviews
2257 No More? Let the amateur porn flow!
Asian Woman Bound, Tickled and Forced To Cum
DamNation w/ The Reverend Bob Levy
NEW Super Sexy Designs!
Sex Toy Review : Under the Bed Restraints
Welcome to "Birds are smart" by Penny
BDSM & Fetish
Anal Training Part 2 -The Entering
Anniversary Present: A Fantasy
Cyber or real!?
Don’t stop until I stop you
Face Slapping II
L is for Look it Up
The Petting Zoo: Sex Camp, Day Two
Princess or Pervert?
Reality Check: Getting Sick
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Disclosure Dilemma
HNT - Half Naked Thighs
I Want to Fuck All of My Friends
A Prelude to an Eclectic Slut
Some Things Are Not Possible
Why was the sex so good?
Why We Aren't Really Swingers (part 1)
Oct 29, 2007
I'm not a huge proponent of nunsploitation (though I find that the nun menage a trois in Michael Ninn's CASHMERE is the hottest scene of the film) but I'm digging this bit of cosplay (and the rest on Sexy-Cosplay.com. It reminds me of when I was in high school and attended a costume party. My girlfriend while I was a nun... a pregnant nun.
Have I always been twisted?
I'm not a huge cosplay fan but there are certain things that pique my interest, including this fun frolic in the "Star Trek" world courtesy of phone sex maven Frisky Kitty Kat. Very hot.
I love, in the second picture, the way that the skirt clings to her hips.
Oct 25, 2007
A simple idea caught my fancy last week. Then it took hold and it hasn't let go. It's related to cross-dressing, in a way that's never really interested me before. I'm fascinated by the idea of seeing a thin woman in male briefs. Something about the way that the seams frame her pudendum, the slight Barbie Doll bulge there, the unflattering treatment of her ass by the unforgiving briefs. All of this adds up to something I want to see and experience first hand. Why? I don't know. Why do I have any fetish I do?
Fortunately, I have friends with open minds.
Oct 23, 2007
Fuck 'Em All
I fucked one in the basement. I fucked one in the hall.
Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall.
Fucked one in an alley, up against the wall.
I fucked 'em all.
I fucked one in Exotica when I got the blues.
Then I fucked a college girl, [she] didn't have a clue.
Fucked one kind of sideways, like a China doll.
I fucked 'em all.
It seems like ballin' bitches is all I ever do.
You'd better watch your ass, or I'll fuck that too.
I fucked one on a freight train and it rolled all night.
I fucked a girl in Pittsburgh, the Steelers won that night.
I fucked an operator, now she takes my calls.
I fucked 'em all. Yeah, yeah, I fucked 'em all.
Oct 22, 2007
These images from THE LAIR OF THE WHITE WORM used to keep me awake at night -- in both good and bad ways. The danger that faced the boy who had been seduced by Lady Sylvia (Amanda Donohoe) was delicious. I sometimes wish I could find a nice vampire girl...
This was also the first time I had encountered a strap on and what that meant...
Oct 21, 2007
Oct 17, 2007
My girlfriend, Nancy, and I had been together for a year. Our sex life had always included certain activities that departed from "standard missionary" quite a bit. For our anniversary, I expected a nice dinner and then a romp between the sheets. We'd recently started playing with candles and I hoped that the candles from the cake I had waiting for tonight might spark some ideas.
I never got a chance that evening to present Nancy with the cake. When we returned to our place after dinner, there was an unfamiliar car in our driveway. Seeing the look of confusion on my face, Nancy leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Happy Anniversary! Your present's inside!" she squealed, bouncing in her seat with elation."
The front door was unlocked. Inside, the house looked pitch black at first, until my eyes adjusted to the candles that lit our way like a faerie path to our bedroom. Knowing of Nancy's tactile love, I expected a to find a masseuse waiting for us. Imagine my shock when I heard a growling female voice come out of the darkness that told me to strip.
Nancy took my hand and squeezed it. In the low light I could see her nod at me, glee in her eyes. I began to strip as she did the same. I looked around and, as my eyes continued to adjust, I could make out the luscious figure of a woman clad in a long red robe, stockings, heels, and a bustier. Her face was obscured by a mask, making her look like the "Lone Ranger of Domination." As I looked her over, my eyes met hers and she snapped, "Eyes down!" I complied immediately as I started to slide my pants off.
Before I even had my socks off, Nancy was already naked. I admired her pert posterior which she wiggled in anticipation. Once I had joined her, the mystery woman addressed us again. "I am Lady Judy. And, tonight, you're my entertainment." She relayed a brief list of ground rules before putting a small pile of clothes in front of us and told us to put them on. I found that I had a pair of well-fitted black lace panties while Nancy pulled on her male briefs. She looked absolutely adorable in her whitey tighties. With her trim figure, the curves of her hip bones looked lovely under the rough ribbed material. Meanwhile, my private parts were ensconced in soft lace and I felt the blood rushing to fill the front of them with my engorging cock.
"Tonight's fun is brought to us by role reversals." Approaching us, Lady Judy traced a fingernail across my chest as she dubbed me 'Nancy' and my girlfriend 'Michael.' She had us get up onto the bed, on our knees, facing each other. Completely in control of us, she had "Michael" reach out to touch me. My skin goosebumped, despite it being my girlfriend's familiar fingers caressing me.
Then it was my turn. I was told to run my hands over her arms, across her cheeks, down her chest. Lady Judy was closer now, observing us. We were like puppets for her amusement. Nancy's eyes were locked with mine as I ran my fingers over her soft, pale skin. I could feel her shudder a bit under my hand. As my fingers caressed Nancy's belly, Lady Judy's riding crop came between us and the tip was rubbed across my nipples. Rubbing soon became light slapping. The stinging was painful but alluring. I was having trouble concentrating on Nancy as they began to throb a bit.
Lady Judy turned her attention to Nancy's nipples. I watched them grow pink around the edges as they got even larger and harder than they already were. Nancy was reaching out, touching me, but having a hard time doing so as Lady Judy slapped harder, the sound of her riding crop making some sharp noises that sounded louder than they probably were. Every sound seemed enhanced by the darkness of our candlelit room.
Lady Judy ran her hand through Nancy's hair, grabbing a hold of it. I knew that this was one of Nancy's weaknesses and she couldn't help but moan. Lady Judy smiled at this and cooed, "Such a little slut. So many buttons to push." She pushed Nancy forward and to the side, leaving her on hands and knees. "Move alongside," she told me. I crawled to be side by side with Nancy.
My pretty panties were yanked down to my knees, as were Nancy's briefs. They were replaced by the soft but firm hand of Lady Judy who stroked both of our behinds before starting to spank us. Blows landed on each of us in time. We held hands and put our heads down as Lady Judy slapped our asses long and loud. I could hear Nancy whimper and I'm sure I did the same a few times as our asses were reddened.
"Kiss," Lady Judy said, and Nancy and I found ourselves kissing while our butts continued to be pounded. The passion in Nancy's kiss surprised me. Her tongue drove deep into my mouth and her teeth scraped at my lips. I allowed myself to reciprocate her feelings and, as I did, our eyes widened and our breath caught in our throats as Lady Judy placed a lubricated finger into both of us without warning. Into my bottom and, perhaps, into Nancy's as well. After the initial shock, we both moaned with pleasure as Lady Judy began fingering us with smooth, slow strokes.
"What a pair of sluts," Lady Judy chuckled. Her laugh managed to work its way through the haze of lust into which I had sank. I realized exactly who the Mystery Dominatrix was; none other than Nancy's good friend, Susan. I hadn't any idea that Nancy and Susan had this kind of relationship but, I have to admit, I didn't give it much thought at the moment. My mind was otherwise occupied. But, knowing who had their finger in my ass made the experience even more enjoyable.
Nancy was told to turn over onto her back. "Lady Judy" moved from one finger to two inside of me. Her other hand was busy inside of Nancy who was moaning and arching her back to get more of Lady Judy into her. Lady Judy removed her fingers from me and sank to her knees where she began licking Nancy's shaved pussy with vigor. Nancy cried out anew as Lady Judy ate her. I turned and watched this sight, kissing Nancy's neck, biting her earlobes, and pinching her sensitive nipples as Lady Judy brought her to climax.
As she neared her orgasm, Nancy's legs locked around Lady Judy's head and she thrust her pussy against Lady Judy's mouth. Without remembering doing so, I had rolled onto my side and was rubbing my hard cock against Nancy's leg like a dog in heat. As Lady Judy lifted her head, her mouth gleaming with Nancy's juices, she saw my erection and smiled. This was my first time seeing her face clearly and there was no doubt to who had exhausted my girlfriend and who now was eying me like a hungry tigress.
I started to sit up but Lady Judy wasn't having that. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me back down next to Nancy. She crawled up on top of me, her legs on either side of me, before she planted her pussy on my erect cock. She sighed and shuddered as she slid down onto me. I felt her cunt grab onto me tightly. She looked down at me with a wry grin on her face and I felt her grab me internally, knowing that she must do some heavy duty kegel exercises.
I glanced briefly at Nancy, making sure it was fine that her best friend was on top of me, fucking me. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat in a mixture of post-coital satisfaction and happy lust and the vision Lady Judy's thighs wrapped around me, her hands roughly pinching my nipples and making my cock jump inside of her.
Slowly, deliberately, she began rising and sinking onto me. Her eyes rolled back in her head when Nancy pushed a hand between us and found Lady Judy's clitoris, manipulating it as she started her next ascent up the length of me. Nancy's mouth found its way to one of Lady Judy's hands and began suckling on her fingers.
Enjoying the mixture of my cock in her cunt and Nancy's fingers on her clit, Lady Judy began pumping me harder. I was trying to take everything in, though I found it difficult to pull my eyes away from Lady Judy's face as she entered the throes of passion. My hands gripped Lady Judy's muscular thighs. "I told you that he's got a nice cock," Nancy said.
This seemed to trigger Lady Judy. The low, guttural moaning that had been in her throat began to grow into a small howl. Her eyes snapped open and she locked her eyes onto mine. She nodded and began thrusting harder, up and down, taking me as deep as she could. The look of lust had gone to glee as she started saying, "Uh huh, yeah, uh huh" like a mantra until she started screaming. My own cries joined in, as did Nancy's (who had been masturbating with her free hand). The chorus of pleasure, undoubtedly sounding like a caterwaul, slowly subsided as we caught our breath and fell into a sweaty heap of arms, legs, mouths, fingers, and private parts that remained public to one another for the remainder of the night. We assumed a wide array of configurations, always making sure that Lady Judy was the one to call the shots when needed.
Oct 16, 2007
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Oct 8, 2007
Sometimes a person will do something for me and I'm just amazed at how generous they can be. This happened to me last week when, after months of posting on a web board that I was looking for someone to provide Greek for me, my friend gave me a call and said, "Have you found your Greek provider yet? If not, well, you could probably talk me into it."
Before I get ahead of myself; when I'm referring to Greek here, that doesn't mean that I'm looking for a descendant of Greece. Rather, it's a shorthand parlance for anal sex. Certain things like "Greek" kind of make sense if you think about the historically held notion of philosophers as buggerers. Likewise with "French" loaning itself to oral sex. Yet, things like "Russian" (rubbing one's penis between a girl's boobs) and "Asian" (analingus) just leave me flummoxed.
I don't know what kind of things trigger a mood / catch a fancy but I had been of the mind that I wanted to bugger a woman again. I hadn't done it in years and enjoyed it greatly. I'm sure that some would say that doing this is a "power trip" and others would claim that anal sex is only pleasurable to men (either as givers or receivers) but I would counter that I've known many women that enjoy receiving anal sex -- either due to the implied power exchange or to the actual physical sensations.
Neither of these things seemed to be motivating my friend. Rather, she simply knew that I was wanting this, couldn't find anyone willing, and hoped to fulfill a desire. If that's not altruism, I don't know what it.
Fastidious to the point of being slightly obsessive, I was amazed that my friend would allow anything near her anus much less inside of it. The more messages I got from my friend as the week progressed before we met up, the more resolved she seemed. She had started off by saying that I could put a finger inside of her and see how that felt before moving into larger objects. Then the figure changed to a dildo. Finally, she told me that she was able, willing, and ready to take me inside of her. "This is something I want to try again. It's been years since I've done it and I know that you'll be nice about it."
Yes, I was gentle. She was nervous as heck when I arrived. "Now, how are you going to go about this? Are we going to do it first? Last?" I assured her that it really wasn't all that important and that if she was so nervous we could forgo any anal play -- "Oh, no! We're doing this. I'm set on it. I just want to know if you're going to do anything first. I want to get ready for it," she assured me. The logistics were giving her fits. She was so nervous about the anal sex being messy and wanted to be able to jump right into the shower afterwards. I couldn't help but chuckle.
As it happened, we kissed and cuddled for a while before we stripped and she allowed me between her legs to lick her to climax until she couldn't take it anymore. Afterwards she moved to the edge of the bed where she bade me to allow her to get me even harder with her mouth. It didn't take long until she was rolling a condom over my fully-erect member and slick up the rubber with some lube.
She looked up at me, into my eyes, and I could see that she was still nervous. I put my hand on her cheek and said, "If you want to not do this, I'll understand. This isn't a 'make or break' for me. I like doing anything and everything with you."
She stood up, putting her arms over my shoulders, and kissed me deeply. "This is something I have to do. I want to see if I can still do it and I trust that you'll go slow and will stop if I can't handle it."
"You have my word," I said before she turned around and got on all fours at the edge of the bed. One of my greatest fears is going into the "wrong hole" when I'm entering a woman so it was interesting to take aim and try to get into this orifice on purpose after so many years. I slid my finger in, first, judging just how much pressure I had to use to open her anus. She moaned and lowered her front half so that her weight went to her shoulders.
I pushed deeper with my finger, sliding in slowly before pulling out. I wasn't sure how long she was going to allow me access to her ass before she started to feel too self-conscious so I replaced my finger with my cock, aimed at her anus. Using the same amount of pressure, I pushed into her, opening her wider over the head of my cock. She moaned again, breathier this time. I waited, allowing her to get used to the sensation. Wordlessly, she nodded and I continued; moving deeper inside of her.
It was so unusual, being inside of her bottom. I thought back to the last time that I had done such a thing and that was a mistake. The last time I had anal sex, I had started to worry that I was taking too long to cum, and that going too long would hurt my partner. This planted the seed in my head that the same thing was going to happen again. However, looking down at her, I realized that she would have the courtesy to tell me if she needed or wanted me to stop and that I could fuck her for as long as I needed without having to worry. This put new steam in my stroke as I began doing more than just slowly moving in and out of her and, rather, began to fuck her.
"Oh, yes," she said into the comforter. Seeing the look of pleasure on her face and feeling her ass tightening around my cock. I put my hands around her waist and began pulling her against me as I pushed into her. I could feel the vibration as she fingered her pussy beneath me, her hand between her legs as I fucked her harder. Unbelievably, she started to cum again and as she reached her orgasm the pressure on my cock triggered my own orgasm. I threw myself into her, over and over again as I exploded inside of her ass.
I slowed and stopped, my cock still spasming as we both caught our breaths. "Is it okay?" she asked. "Is it all right for you to pull out?" She was concerned about anything that might be on the condom as I pulled out of her.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine. I'll slide out slowly." I did and grabbed a tissue to hide any "evidence" from her. I didn't want her to feel bad about anything. I disposed of that as she got up.
"It's okay if we cuddle some more in a few, right? I need to take a shower."
This sounded so much like something that I would say that I had to laugh out loud. "Of course. Do what you need to do to make yourself feel okay and I'll meet you right here," I said, patting the bed.
A few minutes later, we were laying next to one another. She was smoking a cigarette and I was nuzzled against her shoulder. Before I had a chance to thank her, she said, "Thank you. I'm glad we could do that. It really meant a lot to me. I won't be doing that all the time but that's something we can add to our repertoire. I'd like to have you do that to me again sometime... soon." I smiled and returned her gratitude, happy that she made this desire a reality.
I married the first girl I had sex with.
And then I didn't have sex again for a while.
As the marriage crumbled I realized that I had a lot of wild oats to sow. I made a resolution that I'm still working on.
"I want to try my hand at every kind of girl I can find. I want to have sex with a black girl, an Asian girl, a Jewish girl... It sounds like there's a punch line coming up but there's not. I want to try tall girls, short girls (a dwarf if I can find one); I'm intent on a United Nations of pussy."
And, I still am. I don't have a checklist written down anywhere; a "girls to do before I die" kind of thing but I have a mental inventory of what/who I've done to this point. There are a few glaring omissions but nothing terrible. There's only one hole (ha!) that bothers me...
From my earlier posts, it's pretty easy to discern what industry I work in. If that's not the case, then let me add... I work with a lot of Indian people. No, actually, I work with a lot of Indian women. I don't tend to have crushes on people, especially co-workers, but I find one of them particularly attractive and her accent is to die for. While I'll never be with her, I'm still on hunt for some sari-wrapped strange... (Sorry to be crude but it was too good to pass up).
In this laughable tale, Mary (Andrea Edmondson) is unappreciated by everyone in her life including the boyfriend who killed her cat. It seems that only the slimy Frenchman Philip (Pierre Dulat) understands Mary and what she needs. He introduces her to lifestyle BDSM (Bondage Discipline SadoMasochism) and, by locking her in a cage, frees her to be his GG (“good girl”). Previously inexperienced with “the lifestyle,” Mary adopts the conventions of her newfound slavery with a questionable ease, taking to her triangular cage as if she had been born there.
Rather than explore the dynamics of D/s (“Dominance/submission”), training, and various forms of play as done in Molly Weatherfield’s Carrie’s Story, Kim Corum’s Breaking the Girl, Pauline Reage’s The Story of O, or Puppy Sharon and Steven Toushin’s The Puppy Papers, THE PET moves quickly from lukewarm erotica into tepid thriller territory with a human trafficking plot. If the lame first half was too much for the actors to handle, this boost in the melodrama is almost enough to put them into histrionics.
Yes, the acting in THE PET is bad. To call Andrea Edmonson “wooden” would be an insult to trees. The acting is even worse than the barrel bottom production values. D. Stevens manages the impossible; by creating such an awful bit of drivel masquerading as adult content, he makes Zalman King look like Douglas Sirk. Worse, all of the marketing of THE PET positions the film as being aware and empathetic of real BDSM but none of this comes across on screen.
Oct 6, 2007
This year I've been serving as something of an adviser to a good friend of mine, Dee Paige. I gave her a rather pointed and detailed critique of her website, TSPaige.com. She took this in stride and had her webmaster revamp her site. This second version got another no-holds-barred list of further necessary improvements. Finally, I put my "money" where my mouth was and did a site for her gratis at a domain I registered, PaigeTS.com. She was delighted. I managed to talk her into allowing me to work some of my magic at her TSPaige site and I spent the last fortnight giving her site a little cosmetic surgery (I won't call it a complete facelift).
There are a lot of things I'd like to continue to work with her on but I feel that the site's a vast improvement and invite readers to check it out. It's definitely a lot lighter load (save for the intro animation which I want to do code-based) and is now standards-compliant and Search Engine Optimized. Yes, I'm a nerd but I'm a nerd with heart.
Sep 25, 2007
Gabirelle, when you told me that you were coming out to pick me up and that you'd be driving a friend's van, the dirty wheels of my mind went into overdrive.
I pictured us getting lunch to go somewhere and eating it in an isolated parking lot somewhere before going into the back of the van and having some fun. I imagined you taking me in your mouth -- you do it so well -- and giving me something to think about for the rest of my drab day at work.
Little did I know just what kind of van it was! Not too much privacy there!
I've not had a lot of experience with vehicular fun in my life, always very concerned about being caught. I've had one blowjob in a car before -- ten years ago this month, now that I think about it. It was another friend of mine, who brought sandwiches and thermoses of iced tea. We managed to find an unpopulated parking lot in a busy business district. After eating she asked if she could have dessert. I know it was a corny line, but as she reached for my belt buckle, I just didn't care if it was a groaner or not because I quickly became a moaner.
Anyway, thanks for taking me out. Those were the dirty thoughts I was telling you about...
Sep 24, 2007
I can remember so few of the compliments I've received in my life but can recall with ease so many of the criticisms.
I was just thinking that today as I saw the reflection of me walking. Ten years ago I got my body weight down to what I was in high school and was told that I "still walk like a fat person." I don't even know what that means but I carry it with me every day.