Romance and Bondage

A Short Story for David

2012-01-20T03:50:00.000-05:00

I'm watching TV... not really paying much attention to it.

My little man brings in the coffee. He's wearing that cute little apron we found last week. That's all he's wearing. I watch his bare feet, then up along the backs of his legs to his butt cheeks as he walks away, off to do the laundry.

Weekends are nice, when you're a Domme. What new little torment can I think of for my little man...?

I hear the washing machine start up. Then the clothes dryer starts up. I like the smell of fresh dried clothes and how nice and warm they are when they first come out of the machine.

"Little man...?" I call to him.

His head pops around the doorway, ""Yes, Madam."

"Bring those towels from the dryer, here."

In a minute he is back with the towels, not yet folded. I press one to my face, so warm and soft. There are not half a dozen towels in the pile, but I only need one more. No point in making him re-wash all of them.

Standing up, I take off my shirt, slip my pants down to my ankles and step out of them. From the bottom of the pile, I pull out the warmest towel and set it down on the couch behind me, spread out. Before I sit down I pull off my panties. When I sit down I feel the warm towel on my butt cheeks, it's soothing and comfortable.

"Kneel before me, boy."

He does, his face looking hopeful. His breathing has changed, but I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed all these little things about himself. His eyes are on my boobs, the only part of me still clothed.

I smile at him then lean forward to kiss him and give his bottom lip a little bite. "Unfasten my bra."

I flip my hair forward, making sure it brushes his face and chest. His hands are sure and quick at the hook and eyes behind me. I hold the front of my bra rather than let it fall off too easily. Leaning back I smirk up at him as I wiggle myself forward inching my hips to the end of the couch. He has to back up before my knees push him away.

"This towel is so nice and warm on my bum. Feel my bum."

His hands start on my knees, one on each side. He slides his hands down my thighs, his fingertips gradually slipping lower until he is cupping my hips. "You feel very nice." He says.

"My boobies are a bit cold." I whisper.

"May I kiss them?" He asks.

"Not yet. Open my legs and kneel between my thighs."

He knows what to do, what I want. His hands slide back up to my knees, on the outside of my thighs. At my knees his fingers slip between my knees, pushing them apart slightly. Then he runs his hands up along the inside of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. I'm already wet and I know he can smell and see how much I'm enjoying this. I relax back against the couch, letting my thighs fall open farther.

"Now you can kiss my boobies."

I know this is not exactly what he wanted at that moment. The flicker of disappointment on his face makes me laugh quietly.

My bra is removed, but he holds back a moment, admiring the curves of my breasts and my nipples. He presses his face between my breasts, kissing the valley before moving to the peaks. I pretend not to notice his hands, placed on top of my thighs with his thumbs just brushing the lips of my pussy. The almost there touches are making me want more.

By now he is kissing and sucking one breast and then the other. He makes those funny little noises and I can see the apron has started to tent out in front of him.

"Stop." He freezes in place. "Lean back so I can see you, lift your apron so I can see your cock."

Reluctantly he removes his hands from me and lifts his apron. "Should I take it off?"

"No. It looks cute covering your happy, little cock." He lets the apron fall. "What may I do for you now, Madam?"

"You may kiss and lick my pussy and suck on my clit."

"Thank you, Madam."

"You'e welcome." It really is nice being a Domme on the weekends.

Naked People in Abandoned Places

2011-12-28T01:56:00.001-05:00

Flickr: Nude in Ruins, Factories, Decay Buildings and Empty Places
Flickr: Urbex Models
Flickr: Urbex and Rural Decay

I don't understand the allure, other than the idea of putting your damsel in distress. That I can understand, only my damsel would not be a woman. Most of these are women, nude in urban and rural ruins.

Which Head is the Stupid One?

2011-12-15T02:51:00.001-05:00

An actual post found on Craigslist.

I'm a 21 year old university student who just got out of a relationship looking for a fwb relationship with a girl, if cl ever works out :P which I certainly doubt it would :/. I'll give it a shot anyways.I've posted some pics of my penis(100% real pics will send you more if you think its fake) if it is a cause of attraction loll . Reply if you're interested send me a pic and I'll send you a pic. I'm really hot not gonna lie I posted my pic on hotornot and got 9.8/10 rating so imagine that (I will send you proof too so you can see for yourself) you won't be disappointed I just wanna try fwb relationship and see how it actually feels like ... we will see if we have chemistry and can work something out. All races are welcome :)

Do you see the reason this guy isn't going to have much luck finding a woman?

No, I'm not posting the photos of his penis. There were two and it was pretty standard looking as far as photos men take of their penis.

The problem is that he claims to want "Friendship" with Benefits. But, he really just wants benefits and any friendship would be all in her imagination, or wishful thinking.

Any woman replying to this is just as stupid (or desperate) as he is.

Pornaments

2011-12-14T02:24:00.000-05:00

Pornaments. Originally found on Trendhunter.

Disappointing how little there is for FemDom/ Domme versus MaleDom and the standard Barbie doll types for men in general. What also bugged me was the Barbie doll types were posed with fat old men (Santa Claus) even a belly and man boobs showing. Why not Mrs. Claus, a woman on their level. But, not even one shows a woman, other than Barbie. (I don't count the gingerbread couple any more than I count the teddy bear).

A Little Silence Goes a Long Way

2011-11-22T00:42:00.001-05:00

Scoop.it: Male Submission and Sex Writers

2011-11-21T17:02:00.001-05:00

Nicely Naked Man

2011-09-14T01:26:00.000-04:00

From OKCupidPhotography.

Not often that I find a photo of a naked man that doesn't look like a gay male model posing for other men. They are always nice to see but kind of a let down at the same time. I really like this one. I don't know the man in it, who he is or what he wants. It doesn't matter. It's just nice to look at.

Things to do on a Long Weekend

2011-09-05T18:56:00.001-04:00

It's the long weekend here and I'm being kind of lazy. There are things I should be doing, there are things I could be doing. But, I'm not doing them. I am looking at Femdom images instead.

Here are the places I have been:

This photo came from Gorean Kajirus blog on Tumblr.

This one came from Naked Photos of your Dad. It led me to no goodys photostream on Flickr.

Robot Romance by Franz Steiner

2011-08-26T02:45:00.000-04:00

The image is one of a series about the life of a personal robot. The time ist the near future where personal robots are sold to do erveryday business or switch into a romantic mode to entertain women.

Ghouls Finish First

2011-08-26T01:08:00.000-04:00

These both come from the Etsy shop of Andrea Kett.

Do We Really Need Men?

2011-08-21T00:11:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday June 04, 2004

I know about the whole opening jars, reaching high shelves and squishing icky bugs thing... but do we really need men? Think about it.

When was the last time you couldn't open a jar by yourself? There are tricks you can figure out. I find running it under the warm water tap and then hitting it around the edges with a knife handle works well. Also smack it on the bottom a few times and see if that sucker doesn't loosen up.

Next, reaching things. Not every guy is actually tall enough to reach things you can't reach yourself. Consider getting a step ladder for the rest. Step ladders are pretty much maintenance free.

Down to the bug issue. I have found men are just as icked out about bugs as most women I know. So, really, this is not an advantage to having a man around the house. Squish your own bugs, learn to trap them and flush or dump them outside. However you do it, you can get rid of the squickiest bug without the assistance of a man.

So, what's left? Sex? Make me laugh! Every woman can learn how to do that herself. Plus no worries about diseasse, unwanted pregnancies or sleeping in wet spots. Quick, clean and to the point.

I used to think I'd like a robot man around. But, really, it would just be one more thing to dust. Get rid of the fantasy and stop looking for a man. Instead become your own man. Whatever you thought you needed from a man you can do for yourself. Just tap your ruby slippers a few times and think about not sharing a bathroom.

BDSM Flashers

2011-08-19T00:16:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday June 24, 2004

A BDSM flasher is a story in a hundred words or less, with a BDSM theme or topic. Of course there are standard flashers too, I don't mean streakers. Just stories about general topics. Flasher, in this case, means it has a very tight word limit. Not all that different from writing haiku which has a limit of syllables, rather than words.

Can you do it? Think of it as a writing exercise. If you think this is too easy try cutting the word limit in half, you sadist. It does have to tell a story with a beginning, a middle and an ending. Just writing a short scene won't cut it.

Here's mine. As done for the BDSM Scribes http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BDSMScribes/ email list.

"Take off your clothes, little man." She circled him, grinning wickedly.

His skin tingled, anticipating her first touch. Squirming, breathing in short gasps, heart pounding, craving her domination, he hovered at the edge of jerking himself off.

"Do you really know what it means to be mine, slut?"

"Yes!" He said, feeling almost mad with heat and need.

"It means I can play any games I want. Or, I can send you home, right now."

"No!"

"Yes, little man. Go home. Obey."

So he left, without his clothes.

She sent an email. Tomorrow his real training would begin.

Now it's your turn. I know some of you are writers. See if you can top me. *evil grin*

Sex with a Man Body

2011-08-14T00:24:00.002-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday August 27, 2004

The best part of sex is the ache. The craving, the need, the feeling that your pussy wants it, now.

Once you get over that hump (aren't words fun) it's all downhill. You rest, you wait and maybe you take matters into your own hands (literally) and get a round two.

What makes you ache for sex? What makes your pussy need it? Is it an odd little fetish? Is it seeing a hard cock or making a cock hard? Is it just not getting any for awhile and... wanting it like a cat in heat?

I'm ornery tonight. Sometimes that's a good thing. It makes thoughts come in more sharply, or less humbly and polite.

If you were tied to the wall in a darkened room, your eyes covered and someone began making lust to your body, would it matter if it was a male or a female? If you're bisexual it wouldn't. What if you were straight or queer. Yes, your body could get caught up in the moment, reach that sex ache stage and you likely wouldn't care whose hands were on you as long as they stayed there, doing a good job.

What about afterwards, when the lights come on? How would you feel, really?

I went to a munch (a casual BDSM dinner party) and I was asked how I knew I wasn't bisexual. She asked me about the scenario above. It was interesting. But, I know I'm not bisexual. I don't feel that need to have a woman's body that I do for a man's. Maybe it's a thing leftover from my relationship with my Dad, a need for male approval. Or maybe I just lust for man hands over my body, all over. (More in some places than others). I don't feel romantic about women either. We can be friends but I'm not aching to have them tied to my bed begging for mercy.

How do you know you're not bisexual? Or, how do you know you are?

Me and My Magical Little Clit Button

2011-08-11T22:05:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday September 17, 2003

His hands were like manacles, grabbing at her, pulling her back towards his muscular manly chest. In her ear he whispered, "Isn't this the start of a cheesy romance?"

Yes, it could be. But, I've saved you! Don't you feel pleased if not pleasured?

Why did I even write the above, is there any point to it? Not especially. I was just thinking of men's bodies and the parts I like best. The different things men can do with those parts and how I'd like them to do them.

Back to reality, out of the cheesy romance mode. *Sigh* What a waste of a perfectly good cheesy romance type fantasy.

Are you really still here? Maybe you're just curious to know what men's body parts I was thinking of?

Hands, chests, arms (lower and upper) mainly. I've recently realized I prefer chests that aren't too hairy. I always thought I had no preference and then some guy came into the store without a shirt and I got all turned on by his nice smooth chest. I took a mental picture to play around with later. No, later, not right now.

I love a deep, manly voice. I'm sure I've typed that in here at least once before. (It's almost like ordering from a catalogue). Dark hair, maybe blonde if it's not that silly fake looking blonde. Well, OK, I guess I'd even give a redhead a second glance or three. So, hair colour doesn't seem all that important. Of course, it's nice if he has some hair but I can get over that if I like the rest of him.

If I wasn't so tired tonight I'd probably be getting more into this and back to the cheesy romance.

Well, I can always get back to that. I just have to post something here and go to bed. All by myself, just me and my magical little clit button.

Mother Tormentation

2011-08-07T23:44:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday April 29, 2004

Would you torment your Mother?

I am coming to the conclusion that my Mother is on the nosey side. Before now I would have defended her nosiness as Motherly concern. But, really, what Mothers really ask about intimate details. How intimate do they need to know? Why do they even ask? Do they think we are all sexual deviants?!

Well, maybe we are. To them at least. My Mother and sisters will not do things that I will do. That does not make me a... you know... Nor does it make them frigid. It's just a mind set thing really. They have their minds set against going below the belt. I don't. I broke the standard of nice grrl-ness and I did go below the belt. I plan to do it again too.

But, do you tell your Mother? Or your sisters? Brothers? Debatable, highly debatable. In spite of what they might say I don't think they would like that I did that. I don't think it would add to their quality of life to know that I did that either. It wouldn't do much for me personally either. Even though there is a bit of shock factor. Just a bit.

So, though these intimate details are prone to slip out when I'm not thinking to watch what I'm saying, I don't plan to hand them out. But, I can see how they could be used to torment family members.

Still, it's more fun tormenting other people, in other ways...

I can think of a few... dozen... ways.

Am I a Mutant Freak?

2011-08-03T23:44:00.004-04:00

Original post from Adult BackWash, when I wrote a weekly column called Bait and Switch: Thursday May 30, 2002

I set up this column with Ringman, the Backwash founder, in secrecy. In fact, I've been around Backwash about a year on and off. I write another column over in original Backwash. But, I didn't feel comfortable coming out about my BDSM side. There are a lot of stereotypes for women. Things a nice girl does and doesn't do. Nice girls get treated like nice girls and those other girls, well, they're just sluts aren't they?

At one point in my life I thought I was going to die a virgin. I was over 30 when I had sex with a real live human male. I actually took my own cherry with a vibrator I bought in an adult store and I was in my later 20's then. Even that had to happen when I was thousands of miles away from home.

Not that my Mother was/ is someone prim and proper. Heck, I was her second pregnancy and she was 20 when I was born. The first pregnancy was aborted. If it hadn't been for that kid's being aborted I wouldn't be here today. Mom told me that she didn't want to abort a second baby so she married my Dad. My Dad is a jerk most of the time, I've always thought she should have run while she could.

Anyway, that's all getting way off the topic. I grew up as a nice girl in a middle class neighborhood in the suburbs of a very large city. Sex wasn't something taboo but we weren't about to open up a bordello for a bit of extra income either. You get the idea.

I was a virgin for so long because I didn't meet any guy I wanted to get naked with. You are pretty vulnerable at that point. My Dad spent a lot of years heaping emotional abuse on me, mainly about how I looked. That didn't make me feel better about myself and I often loaded up on goodies to make up for it. So, by the time I was 20 I was chubby, had less than perfect skin and any time I might have a bit of self esteem it would be blown to bits when ever I looked at movies, magazines and all the other places "they" tell us we should all look like air brushed photos of skeletal women.

So, dropping my drawers was pretty much the last thing I wanted to do to attract the opposite sex. I think I choose my husband as my first (and only) lover because he was someone who felt a lot like I did. We were both virgins. But, if anyone asks me what the hottest sex I have ever had was, that was it! To be touched so reverently, cautiously, it made me feel like a goddess- priceless, valued and very sexy. Of course, that's all dust in the wind now.

Anyway, am I a mutant freak? Does anyone else have kinky fantasies or better yet, kinky sex? Does it turn you on to think of being seduced? Do you have rape fantasies? Do you think it would be fun to tie up a strong man and have your way with him? Or do you really, secretly just want to be Daddy's little girl?

Small, Mysterious White Box

2011-08-03T15:18:00.000-04:00

A small white box can hold all kinds of things, treasures, wonderful surprises and tricks too.

"Open the box." She said with a smile.

"What's in it?" He asked.

"Just open it." She said, pushing the box towards him.

"I don't trust you, you've got that look on your face. Dangerous." He held the box out, giving it back to her.

"Don't be silly."

"I'm not opening this box until I know what's in it." He said, pushing the box back to her.

"How are you going to know what's in the box until you open it?" She laughed.

"I just won't open it until you tell me."

"Well, I'm not planning on telling you."

"Fine!" He stated.

She took the box back and slipped it into her purse.

"Is that all? Are you just going to take it, without telling me anything?" He asked.

"Yes." She finished her latte and took the cup back to the coffee shop counter. Then she walked out and left. She didn't look back.

He watched her walk down the street until she was too far away to see from the window he was still sitting at. He stayed awhile. Long enough to know she wasn't coming back and she wasn't going to tell him what was in the box.

The word at Wank Wednesday today is box.

Fairer Sex

2011-07-29T22:42:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday February 15, 2003

Do you do unto your man as he does unto you? It's only fair. Isn't it?

I don't think so. But for a few reasons. Mainly, not everyone gets aroused by the same things. Maybe he likes sucking your toes but unless this interests you I wouldn't suggest you return the favour. If the idea of sucking his toes is revolting that won't make the experience good for either of you.

Also, he might not like his toes sucked. Do you like it when he sucks your toes? If not you should let him know. That is one thing women don't do often enough. Let the poor sap know you don't like something and let him know when you DO like something. You need communication in order to make the sex good and the relationship grow.

One concern I always had during sex was that I wasn't doing enough. I read about women who just lie there. But, it's fun just lying there, feeling and enjoying everything. It's not good if he feels you aren't involved in the process. Would you like making love to someone who didn't do anything? It would be lonely and eventually you'd lose interest. Make some noise, pat him, rake your nails over his back, whatever it takes to keep him going. Does he like his nipples sucked or nibbled? Does he go wild when you grab his cock, even if that's all you do with it? Kiss him, if that's kind of bland kiss him in some unique place where you've never kissed him before.

But, don't let him get you into a lock. If he is behind you, you're locked into a position where there is very little you can do. Our arms just don't function well that way. Also, they tend to get in his way. Suddenly it's like an octopus has just invaded your bed. (Or wherever it is you're making love). Try to shift around, or just tell him you want to be able to touch him too. What guy wouldn't like to know that!

One reason BDSM is really good for the women is that it gives you the right to not do anything. If you're tied up you can't do much, just wait for what will come. You have less pressure to perform if you can't do more than whimper and moan. If you're the one doing the tying then you get to set the pace. You are the one who chooses how things go and where they go. When you get tired of ordering him around, order him to please you. Sit back and let him get to work. Be spontaneous or give him a list of what you want before you start.

However, back to the do unto plan, you should not be so close minded that you can't try new things. Give his fetish a chance too. Try sucking his (freshly showered and scrubbed) toes once before you decide it's gross. We can be fair, to a point.

BDSM Salt and Pepper Shakers

2011-07-28T20:30:00.000-04:00

I found them online.

D/s Wedding Cake Toppers

2011-07-28T18:00:00.000-04:00

I like this last one best but can't find a better image for it. She is holding the key to his ball and chain. Cute and you could put it on the cake without people really knowing it's anything more than cute and cheeky.

The Hero/ Lover

2011-07-27T22:41:00.002-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday February 26, 2003

Originally I had written something which ended up as an angry rant against men in general. I read it back over and I wondered, why am I so angry? Even to myself it seemed too angry over issues that have been around since cave men and dinosaurs. Some things will not change.

Anyway, the issue I was writing about was not worth the energy and passion I had put into my rant about it. So I took a break and went downstairs to make coffee. I concluded that I'm not really angry at men. I'm angry because there is a stereotypical ideal which is built up in most women and one that no man can really live up to. Yet, we are taught to expect to find this stereotypical hero/ lover. In short, the perfect man. No human man is likely to ever be so perfect as the hero/ lover we read about in steamy romance novels, see on soap operas, daydream about in magazines, and so on. It's hard to let go of that illusion and the need for that perfect man in our lives.

Just imagine having that shining hero in chain mail and riding a white horse coming to your rescue, treating you like a lady (all the time) and making you feel so special and treasured, always knowing when you need to be taken care of and always being there to do it. Put the shoe on the other foot. Could you be that for someone else? Not likely, it's too much self sacrifice, too much intuition and too much to ask of anyone.

But, that doesn't change the fact that I've grown up looking for that man. I remember being in high school, reading those romance novels the other girls were reading. Always thinking how much better my life would be if I had a 30 year old man to love me, solve the problems, stick up for me, always be on my side and of course love me, cover me with affection while encouraging me to become the best me I could be. Don't laugh, I bet there are high school girls and grown women too who still hold on to that ideal. I admit I've got a firm grip on at least a corner of it myself.

But, that's fantasy. A pleasant, warm fuzzy fantasy that isn't going to happen. But, having to give up that fantasy hero/ lover isn't easy. It could make some women pretty angry at men. Myself, I'm going to work on forgiving them for not living up to all my expectations of perfection.

A Convincing Unwilling Victim

2011-07-25T22:17:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday July 20, 2003

Is unwillingness a turn on for you? Would you admit it? Willing has become like a buzz word in the sex industry/ BDSM community. Just like the 'two consenting adults' thing. But, all those proper willing ideas don't change the fact that unwillingness is still a big turn on. Not just for men either.

Women have rape fantasies and versions of rape fantasies based on being unwilling or unknowing. Women also think of using men. Tormenting them really. I cook up some pretty good ideas along those lines myself. In one case cooking actually is involved.

But, I digress... I'm sure you don't want to hear about my little fantasy...

I'm not sure which I prefer, the one where I'm actually cooking a man or where he just keeps on cooking, doing laundry, windows and so on. In both cases he is not real happy about it. Never fear, I don't actually cook him all the way in the first case. I just like to see him sweat awhile. It's good for his pores, right? But, I can imagine how his voice would turn just a bit squeaky as I begin adding the carrots, potatoes and onions to the big stew pot he is tied up in. "Getting a bit hot in there, dear?" Just imagine how he would feel as he began to wonder if I was just playing after all?

Being a bit evil is kind of fun. But, it's just a little fantasy. Not even one I pull out often. I'm not a chef after all.

There are so many other fantasies that involve a man who isn't exactly willing or who at least, pretends not to be exactly willing. I'd like to have a man I wanted (over some goofball who begs, demands, or expects it) at my mercy. I really do like the fun of tormenting him. Of course, he will expect so little from such a nice wallflower like me. Won't he be surprised?

Anyway, I was thinking of the whole willing thing today. Having a willing partner is being good, obeying the rules and all that stuff. That's why it's important to find a man who can play an unwilling victim, convincingly. I want to believe he really is just a bit scared. I want to enjoy his surprise, uncertainty and struggles as if he really were unwilling.

What if I Told You...

2011-07-24T22:07:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday September 05, 2003

What if I told you...

I'm wearing a lace and silk nightie, standing at the open window looking out into the night.

I'm leaning back in my chair, pulling off my panties, putting them on my bed, on top of my folded up nightie.

I'm sitting here naked, teasing my nipples while I read someone's erotica.

I'm planning to go pantie and braless tomorrow at work.

I'm thinking of how I will take my underwear off at work, in the car, tomorrow.

I'm thinking of a thick, long, bumpy vibrator I saw in the adult store.

I'm writing an erotic story and it's making me...

I'm biting my lip while I give myself a really long, drawn out, delicious, shuddering orgasm.

I'm licking my fingers, one by one, sucking on the tips.

I'm tasting my own wet pussy.

I'm wearing nothing but a saucy little smile.

I'm thinking about something really naughty I read in Cosmo magazine.

I'm doing something really naughty I read about in a sex blog, tonight.

I'm typing with one hand...

It's not easy typing with one hand. Guess I'll just go to bed.

Women as Drapery

2011-07-20T22:12:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday August 16, 2003

Women as drapery. I'm sure you've seen them, women draped along the car in the flashy magazine ad. Women draped over some guy drinking from the right beer bottle. Women draped over or under or alongside something or other being promoted as sexy, desirable and necessary for any guy wanting to be a chick magnet.

At this point I'm not even sure why I started writing about this. I know I had a good idea in here somewhere.

Do women look sexy as drapery? Is it our roundness, our curviness that sells us? I don't see women drapery as selling the product in the ad, I see it as selling women. Making women sexy, making them sellable, making them kind of cheap, easy and glamourous.

They look so lazy in those glossy pictures. As if they have nothing to do but mold their bodies to their environment. Are they waiting for something or is this just how they choose to spend their days? Are they bored? Do they care?

Are they necessary? I don't think so. But, they catch the eye. Whether you are male or female you do check out that babe in the ad. Not for the same reasons. I tend to look at their clothes, how red their lipstick is and how sensual their hair seems. Men, likely think along different lines.

I have no real point. Just something pointless I thought of tonight. Kind of like draped women, no point, just a gimmick to make you look.

Hugging Her

2011-07-20T01:46:00.000-04:00

Found on Hidden Urge.

Under the Clouds

2011-07-20T01:36:00.000-04:00

I hadn't really looked at the clouds in years. I'd been busy. I'd been frustrated and I'd been indoors. This had been his idea, getting back to nature he'd said. Camping didn't seem like a good idea to me. I like running water!

But, here I am. In the middle of nowhere, in a woodsy area. Quiet. Lying on a blanket, sunbathing for the first time in years. The clouds float far over my head. The sky so blue in between. If this were a horror story I'd be in big trouble right about now. It's always the girls who have sex that die. The little virgins live on to film again.

The first orgasm had been nice, like a quick kiss. He still knelt between my thighs. His hands on me, lightly skimming touches over my the skin of my thighs, my belly and up to my breasts. Obediently waiting for me to tell him to kiss me or make love to me again.

The stress headache I'd carried around like an ogre on my back is gone. Instead I feel lighter and the back of my neck doesn't creak. I am content to just lie here, feeling sun warm my skin. Puffy white cotton balls slowly coast through the sky. Right now it's just me and those clouds. Hmm... that one looks like a dragon.

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This time Wank Wednesday is all about the clouds.

Sex and Fear

2011-07-18T22:30:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday April 13, 2003

Fear is sexy. It makes people vulnerable and you have to be vulnerable to have sex that means anything to you. Sure you can bump uglies in the night but when you wake up will you feel good, feel that you've done more than scratch an itch. Each of us is vulnerable when we take our clothes off. Even the women we look at as perfect think they have plenty of flaws. Give them a minute and they can write you out a list. So, sex makes you vulnerable, you have to trust the one you're with not to point and stare or laugh. You see how it all comes back to fear?

Fear is an adrenaline rush. It gets your heart pumping, your skin sweats and you breathe faster. It's like you've started having sex before you take off your shoes. No wonder so many people go to horror movies and read all those books. What they really want, is sex. That blood pounding, slick with sweat feeling you get when you let go, take that leap of faith into the bedroom (or wherever you end up naked, hot and bothered).

Part of BDSM is bringing that fear into sex. If you've ever wondered why someone would like being tied up wonder no more. I'm telling you what the attraction is right now. It's fear and sex. Even if the bondage is all agreed to there is still that element of danger, that reason to fear. You've given up control now you're going to get it.

Now, think about being the one who gives the fear. Think about being the woman behind the man, the woman who ties him down, takes the control and teases him, letting him feel uncertain. He doesn't know what you might do, what might happen by accident on purpose. He is at your mercy. Sure he can whine about it later. But, right then he is the one who lives in fear. Of you! What a rush that is. Will you be nice or naughty? Will you tease him or go right for the big finish?

Fear is certainly a part of it. Along with all the thrills and chills of a good roller coaster ride. Grab his gears and strip 'em!

Ewww It's Messy!

2011-07-15T23:41:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday April 03, 2004

Women clean mess and men tend to make mess. There are exceptions. But, generally, women clean and men mess. Looking at links this morning, gathering porn for the masses, I started thinking about this whole mess issue.

Men talk about cum shots, cumming on her, and how it drips down her face, etc. My first reaction is ewww. In my mind I'm thinking about having that stuff on me. That mess. Then, how long do you have to wear that mess to make him happy? How will it feel when it's sliding along your skin, starting to feel more like cold muck and getting kind of crusty. Ewww. Messy! Icky!

I am willing to try this. You should try to try things before deciding you don't like them. But, I do have that whole ewww mess idea in my mind. Not that I'm a neat freak. It's just the idea of having mess on my skin. If it was just my shirt I could take that off and still be clean underneath.

Maybe for the men it's kind of marking their territory. That seems feasible since we know animals pee all over the place to mark their spots. Men are territorial. So maybe the cumming on their women is just proving that is their woman. Something like that.

I can see how for him it could be very erotic, even romantic in a way. Consider the whole swallowing issue. Do you? I haven't gone there yet. It won't be so new next time. It's a matter of deciding to do it. In a way it's kind of a shame women have the tidy gene to get over before doing any of this stuff. For him it could be a very personal thing, about trust and love. But for her it's about getting over that whole mess thing first.

The Mechanics of Sex

2011-07-12T22:33:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday April 08, 2003

When you write erotica the mechanics of sex are interesting. The what can go where and when becomes as much your focus as the actual story. For instance, you wouldn't want to write that you left the male submissive tied to a tree wearing nothing but a pair of shoes and then write that his cock was hard, pushing his panties out in front of him. Things have to follow along in order, logical order. It gets more complicated in a sex scene where two bodies are closer and all the arms and legs get in the way.

It's hard to keep watching for where the fingers are. Luckily people tend to have two arms and all those fingers. It makes it so much easier to have that second hand wandering after you leave the first one at a crucial point. Still, there is the matter of reach to be considered. Two arms attached to the same body can't reach from head to toe if the mouth in engaged on a nipple. It just won't work.

Then there is the whole general positioning thing. If both are facing each other you have all those body parts in good reach. But, turn one away and one person has a limited reach. It would be impossible to stand turned away from someone and reach back and grab a nipple. Well, not impossible but not easy and likely a strategically placed mirror would be a big help.

Which brings me to another tricky part, toys and equipment. You can't write about ball gags if you've never (at least) seen one. If you've never seen a leather mask how can you write about it's use? If you don't know how a whip is used can you write about whipping someone in a safe, sane, consensual way?

The mechanics of sex can definitely backfire on you in erotica. That's why it's so good to stick with what you know. Of course, you can also have all the fun of getting to know more, trying new things and exploring your options.

Mad Scientist in the Bedroom

2011-07-07T23:40:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday March 28, 2004

I've been going to use this title for ages and ages. But each time I start writing something erotic and fictional to go with it I end up pulling the plug somewhere along the way. It's a good title but nothing I have written lives up to it.

You were hoping I would say "until now..." But I'm not. No, still nothing fictional to come along after this introductory ramble. But, I do think of Eric as the Mad Scientist in the Bedroom. At least my bedroom.

It is really comfortable to have someone you can try out ideas with. He doesn't get shocked or look at me like I'm trashy or over sexed, etc. He likes my ideas. Of course, there is a down side to that. It is kind of fun being shocking. I liked to flash Todd knowing the street was right outside our big window. Now, how will I shock Eric? It will really take some extra devious thinking. I'm pretty sure I'm up to it. I won't offer any previews cause that Brat reads this side of BackWash first.

Our first night together was maybe the best. Which is funny considering how uptight I was to begin with. We went out for dinner, like a real date (I haven't done much of that) and then we came back to my place. Like a real different kind of date. Why is it that I always end up doing the very things other nice grrls don't do? My life is so odd. Not like me at all.

Anyway, we came back to my place. We talked a bit, it was kind of awkward for me at least. Mostly I was thinking "OK, now what do we do!". No TV cause there wasn't any comfortable place to sit with him. No place to sit at all really but for the beds in the bedrooms upstairs. That is just one of the problems of having your house renovated when you meet some mad scientist and bring him home with you.

We ended up talking in the bedroom upstairs. Looking out the window into the backyard and looking past that to the road crossing my street. Talking about him and his family and whatever else came along. I don't really remember. I was still in that "what do we do now" limbo. At some point I just decided that I wasn't going to stay in limbo. I said something and left the bedroom, with it's king sized bed and single pillow and single man. When I came back I was wearing the nightgown I had planned to wear for him that first night. It was long, silky and burgundy. Low cut in front. I shouldn't admit that I originally bought that one for my honeymoon.

I can't quite remember how things progressed from there. For me it was taking a mad leap, kind of daring and a turn on too. Eric was pleased. He said nice things about how soft I am. I liked the way he touched me. We stood together just holding each other. I wasn't quite ready for the full light treatment so he plugged in the bedside light after hunting for the plugs (renovations/ new house).

We ended up in the bed, after lots of time standing together. I liked it all. I liked being nibbled on. I liked being held and told how pretty I am. I think I said nice things too, I really don't remember now. The parts that stand out are the holding, the neck biting and later when I bawled and interrupted everything until I could shut off my water works. The eyeball kind, not the kitty kind. Now you're curious... It wasn't a big deal I just suddenly realized how empty things were before with the ex and how I never really was allowed to touch him. He used to like lying spoon fashion. When you lie that way he has access (if he wants it) but you can't really move your arms back there to do any touching of your own. It's an empty way to lie in bed with someone. Maybe at the end when you've touched all you want to.

Anyway, I'm still kind of the wallflower virgin. Yet to finish and completely have sex with anyone. Late to the party. It's really funny when you think that I don't have sex cause I might get pregnant. Yet, here I am, approaching 40, looking menopause in the gaping jaw and knowing I'd still like to have a child of my own. But, maybe when it's all over and I'm taking hormones so I won't grow too much facial hair I will finally get some, sex that is. Maybe by then I won't even care any more. I don't think my Mom is as interested as she used to be. That may squick some people but I've never been squicked by the thought of my parent's having sex. Knowing them as I do I just find it amazing that they have 4 kids.

No one knows how life will fall out. Did you know there is a computer game called Fall Out? I played it once long ago. I remember it as being chased by zombie things that can only move painfully slow yet somehow manage to catch up with you when you least expect it. Life is like that too. Full of unexpected things. Some are not great, like zombies and some are exceptionally wonderful, like a mad scientist in your bedroom.

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2011-07-07T03:39:00.000-04:00

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Man Slut Gets Wet

2011-07-06T21:47:00.000-04:00

The word for Wank Wednesday this week is: shine.

Man Slut Gets Wet

Water dripped from the end of his nose. Poor baby.

There he was, standing in a kiddie pool in the middle of the backyard, naked and feeling the chill even on such a humid day. I'd been hosing him with cold water while I watered the garden. My new innovation was to keep him blindfolded so he never knew when (or where) to expect the next soaking from the garden hose.

Blue balls are amusing; blue lips were a sign that the fun was over for him. Turning off the hose, I brought the big white towel and wrapped him up, rubbing it over his skin to take the chill off my poor little man slave.

"If you keep rubbing me that way something is going to pop out at you." He joked, his lips still shivering.

"Will I get three wishes?" I asked.

"Depends on what you wish for." He said.

Wrapping the towel around him, tucking his arms inside tightly, I took a moment to think. "Hmm, I wish for... real, home made hamburgers for dinner tonight."

He gave me a half bow. "That can be arranged to your satisfaction."

"Then I'd like to spend the evening reading the new book I started on the train this morning."

"Is that all you want to do this evening?" He asked.

"Mmm... I think so. Was there something else?"

"Well, I thought you might want to be nice to your man slave."

"True, I have taken a shine to him. He's been especially good lately."

"Good in what way?"

"Is he digging for compliments?" I laughed.

"No, no... He just wants to know what he did right so he can do it even better, and more often."

"I see. Well, he did let me laugh at him while he froze in the backyard today."

"So, he keeps you amused?"

"Yes." I pulled him out of the kiddie pool, careful he didn't slip while his arms were still tightly bound with the towel.

"Is that all?"

"He's a very good cook and a barista too. He makes me a great latte. He comes in handy when I don't want to carry all the groceries into the house. He's a good kisser too." I smiled, wickedly, pulling him down so I could let him kiss me.

The kiss was short, he was still too cold for me to let him stand there in the sliding door, half inside and half outside the house.

"He likes kissing you."

"Go to the bedroom man slave. You're still too cold. Luckily, I know how to warm you up, while being very nice to you."

"Yes Lady", he said. He turned, let the towel slip down his back and rest just under his butt cheeks as he walked away.

I laughed, "What a good little man slut you are!"

Get it, Got it, Good!!!

2011-07-05T23:43:00.002-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday April 18, 2004

What women want in bed...

Why do they think this is a great topic? Instead let's work on the real question... What DON'T women want in bed. That will take more work than the other version.

Why do you people read this column, really? I wonder that so often. I know people read it. I see the crusty fingerprints on my monitor. I wipe the fog of your breath off my screen. But, always I wonder what is the interest factor here. I'm so sexually bland. Nothing happens. Maybe that is it. You just wonder how anyone can get to such an advanced age and not be sexually active, at least a spark or two. Me too. If it wasn't for frequent self inflicted orgasms I would blow away, dust on the wind.

Another columnist over on the blue (we are the good guys) side is contemplating a column on the red side. Go for it! I don't remember why I started really. Pretty much gave into the temptation. Thought I had something to say. Wanted to see what would happen. Some combination of those. If you know the columnist I mean send him an email. Tell him to get over here, cum here, in effect.

Anyway, now that I'm, even more distracted... Did you know that I said the F word to Eric? It was in context at the time.

So anyway...

Did I mention how much I like Eric? Ok, stop gagging Sarah!

After the divorce I thought I would never touch a guy's cock again. Let alone the whole kissing, sucking and licking thing. But, now I want it! Eric's in particular, well probably only Eric's really.

So, what don't women want in their bed? We don't want men who are unclean. Shower before you think about getting us to play with any of your parts. Make sure you are clean all over and under. Don't miss any spots. Got that? If not, get it, soon!

Are Men's Bodies Ugly?

2011-07-04T15:38:00.003-04:00

Men's bodies are sexy. If women didn't find men's bodies sexy we would all be with women or robots or just remain single and celibate.

I was asked how I know I'm straight. The first thing that came to mind was that when I imagine someone's hands on me I see a man's hands - big, strong hands, no nail polish. I like the way men's bodies look. I like the whiskers on their face when they skip shaving. I like the line down their back leading down to their butt. I like their chest, especially if they've got some muscles to show off. Muscles are sexy. Tall men are sexier cause I like a man who makes me feel feminine.

Women's bodies get promoted/ used to sell cars, beer, clothes, etc. So women are seen as sexy because our bodies can sell cars to men. Watching these ads I don't think they are selling products as much as they are peddling sex and selling women's bodies as something sexual. That doesn't mean men are not sexy. It just means the advertisers are still mainly selling to men rather than considering women, couples and families as their target market.

Also, because female nudity is more common people do feel more shocked and intimidated about male nudity. We are accustomed to female bodies both fully nude or mostly revealed. It's silly to me how often a woman's breasts are shown and how they won't even show a male butt, that is somehow more perverted. I have always found that really annoying. Not as discrimination but for how it makes women's bodies seem a sexual tool versus someone who is a real person, a wife, a Mother. There is a respect for male nudity which isn't there for female nudity.

Just as breastfeeding is far too shocking to be done in public (according to some) male nudity is seen as unnatural. Why is the natural purpose for breasts shocking and yet they can be shown fully nude as a sexual thing in movies and advertising? Why don't we see a male butt exposed in any ads in magazines, on billboards and websites? Why are the erotic photos of men usually geared to gay men, not women?

Men's bodies are not ugly, but they are still covered up. Look at the way young men and women dress. The men wear long shorts down to their knees and shirts which cover them just as well. Meanwhile the woman they are with is likely wearing far less. Why? Are men the new nuns? Are we ashamed of the male body?

It's not that I want to see more male nudity. I just would like to see less female nudity. Both men and women should have a respect for their bodies and neither should be used to sell products. I do find the male body attractive but that has it's place. I'd be less likely to buy a car which was sold in an ad where men are leaning over it half dressed. I'd wonder what they were doing and think they should have focused on the features of the car rather than the hunky guy that doesn't come with it.

If I Was A Prostitute

2011-07-02T00:09:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday May 25, 2004

The question of the night is... What am I doing here?

Me, the good girl. Yes, I know you've heard that before. But now add to that the daughter of the deceased. When is it ok to start writing erotica again after a death in the family? Do they have a Miss Manners Guide for bad girls? Or even for good girls who like to play with the bad girls? Or just my own personal Miss Manners Guide to my own personal life since no one else seems to be looking for the same polite rules of conduct I'm looking for. I'm an oddity. I've heard it before.

Gracie and Big Blonde have a past. They were (are) professional women. Not lawyers, doctors or that sort of thing. Though, who knows what they might start next week?!

But, me, I'm a dud. I know... here you thought I could teach your old dog a few new tricks and you read about my wicked ideas and had such high hopes. Let me crush those for you now. I could be a born again virgin. I think I will just give up on the whole thing. I'm getting too old. Besides, I am very well self taught when it comes to pleasing women, one woman anyway.

Is there some point when a man just gets in the way?

I think that must be the reverse of prostitution or being a hooker, whore, etc. I won't even type the nastier ones. If you are being paid to please a man you can't start off by thinking he is in the way, can you? Not very good customer service. Even I know that just as a cashier and I only have to count their change. If I prefer I don't even have to physically touch them. I do prefer it that way actually. Do you know how gross some people really are, up close? ICK! It's enough just taking their money.

If I was a prostitute I would make them all wear full body condoms. I don't even want one curly little hair escaping. Yes, suffocation is a danger, but not for me! He can take the risk. If he really seems to be suffering I'll poke an air hole somewhere. I'm not completely mean.

If I was a prostitute I would always be the Domme. No way could I submit to some guy I've just met. Most of them are drooling idiots anyway. How can you submit to someone you're laughing at on the inside?

If I was a prostitute I would demand references from their last three lovers, up front. I don't want someone fumbling around pretending they have a clue. If I have to show them where my clit is they might as well just play with themselves awhile and then get out. Would they know the difference? I think not.

But, I'm not a prostitute. I'm not about to become one though the money would come in handy. I don't think I can become dettached enough. Plus it should all be about me, pleasing me, how good I feel, etc. If it becomes about pleasing some dickhead of a guy... that's just gross. What's in it for me? Me! Me! Me!

Maybe that's the difference between a nice girl and a bad girl. Nice girls always finish last. If at all. No wonder I don't fit in.

Now if only Martha would return my calls about the whole erotica writing/ good manners thing.

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Give a man a free hand, and he'll try to run it all over you. - Mae West

The Pick Up Kisser

2011-06-29T22:46:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday January 21, 2004

Apparently I'm a good kisser. This is something I've wondered about. But, I have it on the authority of John, that I am. John is a guy I met in the bookstore this week. Kind of nice looking, Greek with brown eyes, black hair and all that 5 o'clock shadow a grrl could lust for. But, he wasn't interesting. How can a man have no interests beyond sports, his job and TV? To be interesting you need to have interests. Pretty basic to me. Anyway, if I take John at his word, I'm a good kisser.

Since I'm not entirely sure just what John wanted the whole kissing thing is a bit up in the air. But, I've decided to decide I'm a good kisser anyway.

Is it standard practice for a guy to pick up a woman while she's innocently reading, buy her a coffee and then kiss her in the parking lot? All in the space of, at the most, three hours? It seemed a bit rushed to me. I did tell him I'm in a relationship. I did tell him I'm not used to kissing on a first date. I did hesitate at the word date (I forget what I actually said) since that wasn't what I'd call a date. Shouldn't a date be where you arrange to do something together, after you already meet for that first initial meeting thing?

Maybe I'm just too old fashioned. Maybe there are no more dates, just pick ups. I don't want some kind of pick up date. I want a real date. I don't want to feel rushed.

I wasn't ready for him to take my hands and start feeling them up. I wasn't ready for him to take my hand and lead me out of the bookstore as if we were already a long time couple. I really, really, really felt unready when he started the kissing. That nice girls don't thing is a double edged deal when it comes to being kissed and not hurting his feelings. I did say I didn't want to kiss after the first one. But, that didn't stop John. What would have stopped John? I don't know.

I think John, while far too fast, was mostly harmless. But, I did feel worried and watched to see if I was being followed on the long drive home. Although I did give him my email address I made sure not to give out enough information so he could find the new house. If I wasn't a nice girl I would have never let that happen. Being nice is a trap. Maybe I'm just some paranoid old maid type, but I didn't like feeling rushed and pressured in those ways that only nice girls get stuck with.

I'm worth the time, dammit! I don't think John will get to find that out though. He just wasn't interesting enough.

Men Want Sex, Surprised?

2011-06-28T15:11:00.016-04:00

Men put a lot of emphasis on sex. Too much? It was interesting to read from the male perspective, especially the part about single men in the dating world and how they are seen in the adult groups for swingers, BDSM, etc.

I do think men make it seem the relationship is about sex first and everything else is secondary. I think that is their mistake in trying to find a woman. Women want more, they want sex but they want someone who makes them happy, someone who makes them feel desired and desirable. Beyond the sex they want to be close and intimate. In short, women want more and men make it seem they don't want anything more than sex.

Sex Masquerade wrote: Lusting After Sexually Confident Women

As of late, I find myself trying to find a beautiful woman that wants to and likes to fuck. What guy isn't right? I have the tendency to meet women who want to have sex, but only because I want to have sex, or because they feel like they should be getting it on because we've been on X amount of dates. It never feels like they WANT sex, almost like they have no sexuality of their own. I guess that's what I really mean when I say 'want sex'. That they have the desires and fantasies, and want to act on them. I always feel like I'm either the more sexual one, or I'm the one trying to convince them to try new things. It's a little weird. I don't mind sharing what I want, but I don't want to feel like I'm pressuring her, which it usually winds up feeling like.

So I've been trying to find women who are more overt about their sexuality, and more aware of what they want and are not afraid to get it. Unfortunately this is much harder to find. There are a couple of reasons for this it seems. One of the biggest ones is that quite a few exist, but are very discreet about it. I respect and understand the discreetness, but can I just get a hint or something? Just a little indication that you're the more sexual and are open to things. It's become a turn off that I'm with a girl and they've never masturbated before, that they have no fantasies, or that they're okay doing whatever I want since they like me. I don't want you to do it because you like me. I want you to do it because you like it, that's it's fun for you too, and FINALLY that you like getting me off. I want you to be as interested in your pleasure as you are in mine. Then there's the issue that the few women who choose to be overt about it get BOMBARDED by men from all over the place. It becomes impossible to actually get to know them to see if you match up because you're really just one of hundreds a day.

I thought about swinging, since it seems like fun, and I would say the women love and know pleasure as much as the men do (or at least say they do), but as a single male it's almost impossible to penetrate (no pun intended) the system. Then there's the problem of not having any physical attraction to the interested women. Everyone seems to think as a guy you have to take what you get, but I certainly do not subscribe to that philosophy. That causes two problems. I now look like a flake, or an asshole, because I rejected advances from one woman and I get blacklisted. I get labeled as someone who is all talk and no game, but the reality is I don't want to play with them, and I don't want to hurt their feelings in a public setting where they should feel attractive. Others will love them, they're just not for me. It also makes it hard for me to meet other people because I stay single instead of having a female partner. It's like the singleness begets singleness. The sex world frowns negatively at single men, no matter how well you conduct yourself. I could go out into the 'vanilla' (word choice?) world and hope to strike gold, or 'turn' somebody, but that's difficult, and I don't want to force my will onto someone else.

Then there's the whole issue of potential open relationships, but then I feel like my chances drop from 1 in a million to 1 in a billion.

So where are these sexual women hiding? Is there a secret society that no one told me about where there are women who are comfortable and aware of their sexuality, while at the same time not afraid to express it? Or is this really just a game of luck of the draw?

I replied: You should be choosy about the woman you want. It's better for both people in the relationship to have someone they value rather than someone they are trying to please or settled for. Maybe your search is still too sex focused. I think of myself as a sensual woman, I enjoy sex. But, I don't play around and I am looking for a man who isn't too focused on sex and has not been casual/ bed hopping a lot. A sexually promiscuous man is a turn off for me.

A Fetish for BDSM

2011-06-27T22:44:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday February 04, 2003

I have a secret fetish. My fetish stimulates my mind, whatever brain cells make me feel "in the mood". If sex is all in your head then I'm taking a lot of interesting trips.

Does that sound weird to you? Good. A good fetish should sound weird to someone, that's what makes it unique and individual. What's your fetish? Would you even tell, the genuine, real answer not just the one you feel safe giving.

BDSM is considered a fetish. But, I disagree with that. To me a fetish is something on a smaller scale or something very narrowed down. Such as my figure skater with long hair. BDSM includes many smaller scale ideas which could be called fetishes. As a whole I'd pin it to a theory of sexual play. Not a lifestyle or a religion as some seem to feel. I never want to live as if BDSM was the focus or the core of my life. Also, I never want to make sex into a religion. I just can't take it that seriously for one thing.

Now and then I read about other couples or groups, who have made BDSM into a lifestyle, something they do 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. I have to wonder how they fit having a life into their lives. Would you really want to be that much in command or that subservient all the time? I couldn't stand it. I wouldn't want to always be the one making the footsteps or the one always following in them. How could you be your own person? I think we all need freedom from our roles in order to grow. If you stop growing you're in a rut.

Anyway, fetishes are very interesting. There are an endless variety. I've come to think there is a fetish for anything you can come up with. Likely someone in the world has a fetish for eating horse hair and someone else just goes wild thinking of cans of soup and yet another has a fetish for rubbing the pages of a book over their body. Where does it end? Likely that's some kind of fetish too.

Why Women Hate Men

2011-06-27T14:15:00.002-04:00

Why Women Hate Men
Psychotic Letters from Men
and the FAQ - Behind Women Hate Men

I love that these are written by a man.

First of all, it's not a woman complaining about men. Women complain about men and don't get taken very seriously, mostly we get called nasty names and told not to be such a hard case. The fault is ours, we just can't be satisfied, etc.

Secondly, a man can read more into the mind and writings of another man.

Last of all, it gives me hope (hope I badly need) that there are men out there who are worth finding.

The more personal ads I read the faster my standards sink. It gets to the point where even the biggest jerk starts to sound not so bad. As I begin to believe the pickings are really slim to none I make allowances for the jerks and try to suit myself to their needs instead of looking for someone who actually does suit me. This can never work. My needs are not that complicated or especially hard to meet.

So it is really nice to read a man posting about online dating in his own perspective but from the woman's point of view. I really would love to see him post more, but he has taken up freelance writing as a career and may not get back to the blog. Still, there are archives!

Date Wrecks is another site writing about online dating ads but it has also closed up. Your Wrecks is a spin off from Date Wrecks readers. Do you know of any others?

That Don't Impress Me Much

2011-06-27T13:30:00.000-04:00

"Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin

Bondage for Beginners

2011-06-25T23:38:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday February 27, 2004

Originally, I wrote this for someone who wanted ideas for getting started into BDSM. Mainly bondage as most people getting started aren't really looking for the SM type of things. It's a bit much to rush into something really hard core and you can't go back and undo anything you regret later. So, my best advice is to take it slow. I wrote this to a guy, but it works for either partner, man or woman. Start discussing your thoughts and desires. Tell your partner why you want to do these things before you just suggest doing them. Why does the idea of bondage, spanking or some other fetish turn you on? If you're lucky your lust will rub off on them. If not, you can try a moderated, more tame version if possible.

Get close physically at least once before you try anything BDSMish. Have some idea of what each of you are like sexually before you bring in that whole element. Use a 'safe word' and mean it. Don't make a game out of it or use it to tease, etc. If the word is used it means someone is in panic mode and everything has to stop right then. Mostly talk and talk and talk about fantasies, things that scare or concern each of you. Don't rush into some sub/ Dom thing. That should be an extra element not your focus. Just go slow and enjoy the ride.

Try bondage without bondage. Like, instead of tying her or yourself with rope have her hold onto the back of a chair or the sides of the bed. That way there is an escape open if one of you gets worried or needs a break to regroup.

When you feel ready, you can use real rope but don't actually knot it. Leave it untied. Try handcuffs but don't lock them and make sure you have a key where it won't get lost in the sheets, the rug, whatever. Try timed bondage too. Freeze the key in an ice cube and run the cube over her body. When the cube finally melts she is set free.

Try a light spank as a surprise. Just one and see how it goes. If you're both into it make it a bit harder or go for three light ones. Think of different positions too. Over the knee is one option, how about having her bend over the bed, or by the side of your desk, try new ideas. Just use your hand. That way you will both feel it. You need to have some idea of how hard you are spanking. Using an inanimate object leaves you guessing. You can't rely on guessing when you could be hurting her and making the whole experience negative rather than fun and something she's likely to want to do again.

Talk about what you want to do as you're doing it. That is so sexy. To hear someone take charge and tell you what they're going to do and how you are theirs to do it with. Do it with feeling though. The Dom is doing it to show love not to show he/ she is boss. Have a nickname just for your BDSM play, little one, minx, etc. Then when she hears it she will know you're in THAT mode and it will put her into THAT mode too.

You don't need toys and gear, most of it is brain work. Feelings and how you touch and not touch sometimes. Withholding a touch is a good way to build suspense. Bring in a new element and just let it be seen. Don't even use it. For instance place a pair of handcuffs on the bedside table and hang the key on a string around your neck. Use sound effects too. There is something kind of sexy about the sound of a whip, for me. But I'd never want to be whipped or have some amateur with no clue attempt to play with one around me. Still, the sound could be recorded and played back at key moments.

It's all about exploring and trying things to arouse and tempt your partner. Go for it, but play nice and don't be a jerk. Men might find they like being submissive even though they think they have to be a Dom. Try switching. Women might find it a real turn on to suddenly be the one in charge. Make him do things your way and at your pace. Go for it.

Black Tie, Nut Crackers Optional

2011-06-23T22:34:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday April 01, 2003

I posted to an email list for a local BDSM group. They are having a munch in a few days and I thought I would introduce myself and let them know I was thinking to attend. That might sound arrogant, but I'm a bit shy of meeting a group of people in a downtown bar. I'm not the bar type, wallflowers generally go to events where people aren't "getting wasted" or giving up their inhibitions and self control. We actually like polite gatherings like tea parties, church bazaars and garden shows.

Anyway, I had three emails in reply, off the list. One (the first I read) was great, a very nice welcome to the list and encouragement to attend and not feel out of place. I appreciated that one. It was, first of all, kind and second of all respectful of me as a person.

The other two emails made me feel under attack. How could someone, a grown up, send a list of his sexual demands and preferences to a perfect stranger, unasked? No introduction, or any kind of greeting/ salutation, just right to the gritty stuff. It was impersonal form mail with typos and grammar mistakes. It was rude or at the very least extremely impolite. I did not ask for any kind of onslaught but I certainly got it.

I was angry and a little upset. It was certainly disconcerting to be shown into some strange man's bedroom without ever seeing the front door. Do they think every female is a hooker or just treat them all that way? At the scent of a woman they pounced, eagerly listing all their desires, demands and what they expect in a woman.

Well, I didn't ask!!! What's more, I don't even want to know. I don't want to know how much you like bondage, sex toys, what your limits are and how eager you are to be Dommed. Before you tell me all your sexual needs how about telling me who the F**K you are!!!

More than that... how about having some interest in who I am. Obviously they can have no real interest in me. They asked nothing about who I am, what I like, what I do, etc. Obviously, they don't care if I sometimes feel vulnerable and find it hard to trust people. Obviously, I don't matter as I'm only something they can use to masturbate with.

Anyway, I definitely feel rattled by the attack emails. I don't know if I will go to the munch. I don't want the live version of attack emails. Can you imagine walking into a room, feeling nervous, unsure and suddenly having two men stick their cocks in your face? Don't laugh, that's how it feels.

PS- For those who read these columns expecting stroke fodder, piss off. There is a lot more to life and people.

PPS - Yes, I'm angry. Bite me.

Darling...

2011-06-23T06:20:00.001-04:00

Tuxedo on a Leash

2011-06-22T02:08:00.000-04:00

Found on Tumblr. I still don't have it figured out for sharing links there. Took me awhile to get comments working again too. Now I know you have to sign up for a secondary service, Disqus. My ex-husband told me.

A Conference of Dommes

2011-06-21T17:52:00.000-04:00

Read more about Wank Wednesday and the smut written for the writing prompt "conference".

Three of us arrived at the coffee shop. You would think we had planned it that way, so co-ordinated. Of course, it wasn't planned at all. In spite of what the men like to think, Dommes have a life outside of fetishes. Anyway, that's just my pet peeve. We did get there, right at the door, at the same time. I knew the others were Dommes right away by their tattoos, black leather and other fetish wear. They had no idea about me.

They walked in and picked a table by a window. I didn't go over, instead I went to the counter and got my latte first. I considered something gooey and chocolate too but I am trying very hard to be good and resist sweets. My sister is getting married and I'd like to have a few less curves at the wedding. Don't think I am too slender, one of those women forever working on her shape. I'm better than voluptuous already. I licked my lips, looking at the chocolates from a local bakery and ordered a toasted cream cheese bagel instead. I was going to miss lunch anyway.

Turning around with my latte and the tag that promised a bagel would be delivered soon, I assessed the room and sucked in a breath. I don't fit in. That's not a size thing, I just don't look the way people picture a Dom woman should look. I look like me. It's really enough just being me. I've taken about 40 years to get this far so I really don't want to be someone else or get into some role play to suit anyone else. Life should be less complicated than that.

Both of the women were up at the counter now. The sub had arrived however, and was guarding the table and the three empty seats around him. He had a little of the shell shocked look, nervous and yet clingy looking and wanting to please too. Too much. Not going to be one I'd have fond memories of. Too needy was never a good thing in male submissives.

I picked my way over to the table, plonked my purse down on the floor to one side of a chair and set down my latte with the care a good coffee deserves. I set the bagel claim tag in the middle of the table, easily visible. I did not look at the sub or acknowledge him. I could feel him noticing me, nervous, wondering why I had chosen to sit there and how was he going to ask me to move, politely. Silly man. They really can't see beyond the black leather they expect.

The other women came to the table, together again. They must know each other. But we had all met virtually, through the online D/s group. This conference was planned a week ago. It took that long to work out the time and day for everyone. We greeted each other by just meeting eyes across the table. It wasn't an informal occasion and we were going to keep the subbie nervous and guessing intentionally. There were no introductions from the women but the sub knew the protocol and we were letting him sink or swim with it. So far he was sinking.

My cream cheese bagel was brought and I smiled and thanked the barista. Still the sub was silent, looking at each of us in turn but not following the program. It could be a really short conference at this rate. My latte was really good. The other women were quietly drinking their coffee as well. Both had gone the bagel route as well. Looks like I'm not the only one not giving in to chocolate temptations.

The male sub had nothing, he wasn't allowed to order anything himself. He had to ask for anything he wanted during this conference. But, he was to introduce himself first. Then he was to get to the point of this conference by offering himself as a male sub for the Domme Tea Party being organized in the Spring, next year. We needed to be really picky about the men attending. They had to really know their place and yet not be the needy, begging, clingy types. It was a fine line.

I pulled my purse onto my lap and pulled out my little ladybug watch to check the time but mostly to give this sub half a clue. It was a quarter of an hour since I had walked in the door. If he didn't start soon I could leave in about 20 minutes and still use my original transfer to catch the bus home. As nice as it would be to save a few bucks...

When I looked up the other two women were looking at the sub, less patiently. He must be feeling like a turkey trussed up for the oven if their heated glares were anything to go by. I'd laugh, but this was a formal meeting.

The sub jumped up from the table and ran into the washroom. Then I did laugh. The other women sort of laughed and rolled their eyes.

"Should we wait for him or just strike him off the subbie list now?" One of them asked. I'm pretty sure she was Jeannette, the one who liked black leather.

"I think we're done here, as far as the conference goes. At least the coffee really is good. I'll be back next time I'm in the area." I said.

"How was the trip? Did the bus get there in good time?" Shondra was the other woman. She had gotten a ride today but was a regular bus taker too. So she appreciated the hour long bus ride.

"It was all good. I still have my trusty Walkman."

We didn't have much else to say then. Shondra didn't want to keep her ride home waiting any longer than necessary so she left first. Jeannette finished her bagel and coffee. I think she was just curious to see if the subbie put in another appearance or tried to slink out unnoticed. But, he didn't. She offered me a ride home, which was very nice of her. But, I was enjoying the latte and being a latte poke, I was quite happy to sit there by the window with a good book for awhile longer. So she left too.

I pulled out my book but people watching from the window kept me from reading much. It was so nice to be out, having the rest of the day to myself, unplanned and unpromised.

I think I did jump a bit, startled, when the sub came out of hiding and sat back down in his same seat next to me. "Hi." He said. His breath smelled bad. Likely he had worked himself up and done more than just wash his hands in there. In the time between I had gotten out of formal mode and didn't really want to deal with him. I guess I should have known I'd be stuck with him if I didn't leave when the others did. Sometimes I am just really bad at picking up on the social things. I bet Jeannette thought I had intentionally stayed to talk to the subbie. I hadn't.

"Hello." I said back, the Canadian nice girl thing not letting me ignore him after a direct greeting. I didn't offer a smile or any friendly encouragement. Maybe he'd just go away.

"I guess I really blew the whole thing." He looked down at the table for a moment. But snapped up again with a sparkle of hope in his eyes. "Do you think they'd give me another chance?"

I would have given him a polite answer at that point. But, he leaned towards me, I could really smell his barf breath, then he put his hand on my thigh. Well, what would you do if that were you?

It isn't my way to lose my own dignity in a public place, especially a place with such great coffee. I just stood up, packed up my purse with my book and the few bites left of my bagel wrapped up in a napkin. I pushed the lid onto my latte and walked out the door. No looking back. It was ruined by the fact that I had to wait for the bus, almost right outside the door. But, this one time in my life, the bus arrived right when I needed it to. No one got off and no one but me got on. So off I went.

Did he get the clue, you may wonder? No, he did not. Next day he was back posting to the Tea Party forum and asking for another conference. He even insisted he had gotten three bad Dommes who didn't understand or give him a real chance. But, a month later he was nothing but gone. Usually those wanker types don't have any endurance, in any way that matters.

Another Domme Bride

2011-06-21T14:38:00.010-04:00

Found on Flickr.

Little Virgin

2011-06-20T22:10:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday August 18, 2003

He looks brave, standing there. His hands skim my naked skin like butterflies, intense yet without direction. I like it. I know this is very intense for him, his first time.

He's not handsome but there was something about him. When he let it slip that he was still a virgin I couldn't resist the sexual drama of being the first. After all, a woman only gets so many chances to truly be worshipped.

So, here we are. The hotel is nice, the carpets are soft and white. The sheets are smooth and white. His shirt is crisp, cotton, white and still covering his body. I know he's feeling intimidated by my nakedness. I like it. I love knowing I'm in control of my own seduction.

"Would you like to lie down?" I ask.

"Yes." He says quickly, highly agreeable.

I smile and vamp my way to the bed. Hips swaying, a flip of the hair and a backwards look to guide him. "Why don't you take off some clothes? Have you ever thought about stripping for a woman?"

I wonder if it's too much added pressure but he smiles, softly and at least takes off his shoes.

"Come on, let me see you. I like touching my lovers."

He becomes an eager puppy and begins pulling off clothes like a teenager just in from a ten week camping trip. I didn't mean for him to be so quick and I hope this isn't a sign of things to come. "Slow down, we've got all night. Fold your clothes and stack them on the chair, there."

He rolls his eyes at me but obeys. I don't wait for an invitation I just walk over and lightly run my fingernails over his butt cheeks. I laugh at his surprised look. "I'm not your Mother, just cause I want you to be tidy."

"My Mother? She's older than you are. I don't think she's very sexy, the way you are."

Not much on the compliments but what did I really expect from a 20 year old virgin? "Come to bed now." I pick up his tie and wrap it around his neck in a loose knot, using it to lead him. I've always liked having a man at the end of my rope.

We lie on the bed, facing each other, side by side. He is focused on my breasts. Completely focused, I immerse myself in the feeling of goddessness. "Touch them, Michael. See how hard the nipples are getting, just waiting for you to play."

"Can I lick you there?" He asks.

"I'd like that." He lacks finesse but not enthusiasm. I almost giggle when he finds a few ticklish spots.

He squeezes my nipple and I moan in surprised pleasure. "Did I hurt you? Was that too hard?" I cover his fingers with mine, urging him on.

"No, I'd like you to suck them now." My fingers find his cock, it's hard, very hard. The tip is already wet with pre-cum. Of course, I can't resist gripping his cock and playing my own game of tug of war. It's so soft and firm. I'm already eager to have it inside me.

I shift position and lie on my back. I can feel my pussy getting tight and leaking past the lips.

"Can I... feel your pussy?" He asks. I just wiggle closer and open my legs. His fingers are trembling slightly as they reach the lips of my pussy. I can feel his arm settle over my thigh. His breath is fanning my wet nipples causing them to tighten painfully. By now, I'm not sure which of us is more aroused, more ready.

His fingers sink into my pussy, exploring the juiciness and brushing my clit accidentally a few times before finding it and grabbing on. Suddenly he seems to turn into a master of the game. He spreads the lips of my pussy and shoves his face in. His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks, hard. I almost have an orgasm as the pace rockets right out of foreplay and off the map. I begin to doubt he was a virgin after all.

Two fingers discover the source of all that wetness running between my thighs. Plunging into me, making room for a third finger as his tongue continues to ravish my clit. My fingers curl through his hair, holding on, needing to hold onto something. I can no longer lie still, my body twists and bucks under his.

Just as I think I can't take any more he rises up and penetrates my clenching vagina with his hard cock. I was so tight I feel like the virgin now. He doesn't ask if he hurt me, maybe he thinks women are always that tight. It wasn't easy but it feels exceptionally good. I am full of cock, stretching to hold him inside of me. My muscles grip him and I'm too far gone to let go.

He is grunting, gripping my waist so hard I know there will be bruises. Somehow his cock penetrates deeper, I can feel him bumping up against my cervix. I'm so full of cock and so ready to come I can't stand it.

Then he leans down, breathing into my ear, "You really like that don't you?" His hips rock forward, pushing me into the mattress, grinding his hips into mine. "You really like teasing and seducing virgins, don't you?" He drags his hands up my body, over my belly, twisting my nipples and then grabbing my shoulders, pinning me down with his hands and his cock.

"I don't think it occurred to you that just cause I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know what I want. I'm going to ride you hard and then I'm going to take MY time and do everything I've seen in all that smut, to you."

I'm speechless as his mouth covers mine, kissing hard, pushing his tongue through my lips. His hands return to my breasts, pinching the nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pulling my breasts up into points.

I come, fast and hard and long. My body tenses up, my pussy grips his cock, pulling it even deeper as I orgasm. Then, I'm spent, limp under him, unable to move.

As I wait, wondering if he will come now too, I am startled into awareness to find he is handcuffing me to the night stand. He kisses me, almost tenderly this time. "I'm not done yet..."

Domme/ Duckie Love

2011-06-20T13:33:00.000-04:00

This would be so much cuter if it said "I love my Domme" instead of the rub the duckie thing.

Duck from Kinky Playthings.

Big Boobs

2011-06-19T22:28:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday April 28, 2003

Want to turn me on? Worship my boobs. You must like big boobs, mine will never fit into a champagne glass. They're pretty bouncy for the size and age they are too. Breasts, for those that don't like the word boobs. Sometimes breasts are boobs and other times they are breasts. Tonight is a boobs kind of night.

My nipples are large but not huge. I've seen some really huge, kind of gross looking, nipples on porn sites. But, I wonder if they are false, like the monster cocks. Oh come on! Don't make me laugh!! I think they substitute a horse's cock in those pictures. It wouldn't be all that hard to do. Does that make it beastiality?

Oddly, my nipples don't perk up even when I'm aroused. I think they're very laid back. They only come to attention when given the proper respect/ worship. If you come out to play so will they. Very contrary of them. But, I completely understand.

Anyway, for the rest of the boobage. Mine are a double D. They get in the way but I adapt. I've never been jealous of small boobs but I can see how it would make life easier. Much easier to find a bra too. My favourite bra is a black sports bra cause my boobs fit right in and stay there, no matter what I do during the day. Trust me, big boobs need a reliable bra.

There are times when having big boobs is embarrassing. You can never really tuck them away and become inconspicuous. My boobs always arrive before I do. If I try to turn around and enter backwards my butt sticks out enough to be a second pair of boobs. So that plan is thrwarted.

A lot of men like big boobs. It's interesting. What do they like about them really? Is it how obvious they are? You can hardly ignore them, it's easy to spot big boobs in a crowd. But, men only seem to look at them as sex toys.

Or, do men really like big boobs as some sort of icky Mother fetish. Is it me they want to suck on or Mommy Dearest? Do they simply miss breastfeedings? Don't look at me, it's not my fetish!

In conclusion, I've yet to find a really good use for big boobs outside of sexual worshipping. They could be a good paperweight if they didn't leave the desk each time I do. They do give all the bra makers something to work on. Don't tell the bra makers that I'm going braless as I type this and I sleep that way too. Why spoil it for them?

Taking Him Softly

2011-06-18T18:55:00.002-04:00

I found these on another blog. But had a few windows open. When everything froze up, likely from too much being open, I could not find the same blog again to link to the images. It is one which I have added to the links of my sidebar. So, eventually I will find it again.

BDSM Witch

2011-06-17T22:13:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday August 05, 2003

My style of sex and of religion are both controversial. Kind of funny considering I'm such a nice, straight laced, goodie type of person. People are pretty surprised if I mention that I'm a Witch and I enjoy BDSM.

I do see being a Witch and into kinkiness as good for a relationship. A relationship needs to grow and there are so many ways for it to grow and change as I explore kinky ideas. Yet, I still have my base, know where I will and won't go, due to my Pagan ideals.

Most people think BDSM is kind of sick and how could anyone into Paganism rationalize being into pain. Well, first of all, I'm not into pain. BDSM isn't about pain. Just as being a Witch isn't about dancing naked under a full moon waiting for the devil to appear for wild sex. (Not that I haven't read a few naughty stories about just that sort of thing).

Witches don't believe in hell, we don't fraternize with devils and we don't mind a good time in bed. In fact, it's highly recommended by 3 out of 4 Witches. I don't think I need to rationalize it. Not for myself. But, for those curious and still reading this, I'll try to give you an idea of how I see it.

BDSM is mostly about seduction and sensuality. I don't want to spend my Saturday afternoon whipping people. I don't fantasize about various flushable body fluids. I don't enjoy having my toes worshipped. Though I've yet to actually try that one, if done right I might like it. Who knows?...

Secondly, being a Witch is about life, energies, nature and basically - stepping lightly over the Earth. If it doesn't harm anyone or anything, its ok. Just as whatever two consenting adults do is up to them. If I want to tie up my boyfriend and torment him for awhile (with his full and happy consent) what does it matter to the rest of the world or the planet as a whole? It's my thing. No children or animals are hurt in the making of our bed sport.

Sure I do have some fantasies that cross the line. But, those are fantasies. Like a rape fantasy, it's something to think about, use to please yourself, but not something you would really want to happen.

Thirdly, I'm far from the only BDSM Witch. Elements of both are intertwined. Witches have rituals and BDSM is about control and also has strict guidelines. Some people take BDSM as a religion in itself. They keep the codes of consent and power play as their mantra. At any moment they can quote the rules for safe BDSM as another Pagan would quote the Wiccan Rede.

Last of all, I think BDSM and Witches go together well. Witches don't believe in causing harm, thus we are the best people to take that aspect of BDSM seriously and not fool around with it. Karma and the Threefold Rule are basically about whatever you do coming back to get you. As a Pagan you take your actions that cause harm seriously.

Domme Bride

2011-06-16T16:42:00.000-04:00

I was looking for an image of a Domme bride. Didn't find just what I was looking for. But this one was on Domme Pics.

Types of Gorean Slaves

2011-06-16T16:00:00.000-04:00

I like the Gorean style for male submissives. They have gone into so much detail. The service and ownership side of the Gore way of D/s is intricate and sexy. I like to keep information as I find it. Each point can be adapted to my own wants and needs as a Domme.

Types of Slaves

barbarian: a native of the planet Earth, usually used in a derogatory sense in reference to slave girls from that planet. Also defined as slave girls captured from outlying regions or cities. Barbarian slave girls from Earth are considered shamelessly sensual. (Assassin of Gor, page 20; Book 17: Savages of Gor, page 83)

below deck girl: the term used for slave girls transported in the hold of a ship; they are held in individual cages and because of infestations of lice, all of their body hair is shaved; the term 'below-deck girl' is used derisively especially by those slave girls allowed to remain on deck in cages, who need not have shaved heads, though all slaves on a slaver ship are unclothed. (Slave Girl of Gor, page 318 - 321)

bond-maid: In the north, the bond-maid is reffered to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword. (Marauders of Gor, page 87)

chamber slave: A slave assigned to a chamber who may be used and 'temporarily' owned by any Master who resides within said chamber for any period of tim. The number on the collar matches the number for the chamber/room. (Priest-Kings of Gor)

clad kajir: among the Wagon Peoples, this phrase refers to slaves who wear four articles; the curla, chatka, kalmak and koora. (Nomads of Gor, page 30)

coin girl: A slave girl who with a coinbox and triangular flat bell chained around her neck is sent out in the streets of a city to earn money from masters in return for her sexual use.

debtor slut: one who is more of a free woman, unowned and yet collared, serving as a debt or to 'earn her keep' (the concept of "earning one’s keep," in one sense, a strict legal sense, is more appropriate to a free woman than a slave) and pay off debts she may have rung up by 'toying' with a Free Man; she may serve sexually even; it is said that such a woman 'comes cheap' and of course her use costs less than the use of a typical slave (Vagabonds of Gor)

display slave: a slavegirl whose primary purpose is for the display of her beauty to reflect the affluence of her Master; often chained in coffle with other display slaves behind the palanquin or other transport of her Master

draft slave: (Raiders of Gor, page 15)

earth girls: slave girls abducted from Earth called barbarians. They are considered among Goreans to be the lowest and hottest of slaves. (Guardsman of Gor, page 67)

exotic: a slave male or female bred for special purposes producing quaint or unusual purposes; the slave may be bred for pleasure purposes or just for showcase purposes, such as the sweet curling of a lip or more hideously for long earlobes or a curviture of the spine; an example is the passion slave. (Raiders of Gor, page 15)

fighting slaves: collared slaves, squaring off against one another in the sand often in competition, stripped to the waist. The slaves may or may not carry a weapon such as a hook knife; the victor may or may not win his freedom. (Assassin of Gor) in effect gladiators, men purchased for use as bodyguards or combatants in arranged games. (Fighting Slave of Gor)

first girl: a slave who is put in charge of other girls; given power by her Master/Owner to oversee other slaves, perhaps a specific set of slaves: work slaves, kitchen slaves, etc; she may often do so much as punish those slaves put beneath her. See also lead girl. (Slave Girl of Gor; Captive of Gor, page 295; Nomads of Gor}

flute girl: slave trained in the fine art of music.

galley slave: used for menial, back breaking tasks. (Raiders of Gor)

kettle girl: often said to be too ignorant to even train to be a slave. (Assassin of Gor)

kitchen slave: (Assassin of Gor)

lead girl: a slave who is put in charge of other girls; in the books she even directs the guards to do certain things to the slaves; addressed by the slaves beneath her as 'mistress'

love slave: a slave who is loved by her Master and taken for His love for her, often the most 'perfect' of bondages is between a love slave and her love Master. (Magicians of Gor)

luck girl: a slave girl who acts as mascot onboard ship; her use is usually reserved for the captain of the ship but she may be shared with the crew usually as a disciplinary measure. (Book 16: Tribesmen of Gor, page 61)

mul: slaves of the Priest-Kings (Priest-Kings of Gor)

passion slave: a slave girl who has been bred rather captured; specifically one that has been bred for a particular trait such as beauty or slave heat or the shape of her lips. (Priest Kings of Gor, page 53)

peirced-ear girl: a common Turian custom which became popular after the fall of Turia to the Wagon Peoples; such a girl is permanently marked as the most abject of slaves. (Captive of Gor, pages 157, 167 and 319; Savages of Gor, page 10-11)

pleasure slave: a slave girl whose main function is sexual servitude to her master; traditionally she kneels with her knees spread wide and her hands either resting on her thighs or in some cities crossed behind her ready for binding. (Captive of Gor, page 101)

pot girl: a slave girl whose main function is cooking and other menial tasks. (Assassin of Gor, page 164)

red silk girl: A slave girl who is not a virgin, or, as is said on Gor, her body has been 'opened by men'. (Savages of Gor, page 205; Blood Brothers of Gor, page 472; Dancer of Gor, pages 128 and 204)

sa-fora: slavegirl; Chain Daughter or Daughter of the Chain. (Nomads of Gor, page 30; Hunters of Gor ,page 194)

seduction slave: a slave used to trap an unwitting Free Woman into couching with him so that she may be bonded to his owner by law. (Magicians of Gor)

serving slaves: often uncollared within the house; sent about to tend to tidying up and cleaning and feeding new slaves. (Assassin of Gor)

she-urts: short for 'she-urts of the wharves' homeless free girls - runaways, vagabonds, orphans, etc. - who live near the canals in port cities surviving by scavenging begging stealing and sleeping with paga attendants; they sleep wherever they find space and usually wear a brief tunic instead of Robes of Concealment. (Explorers of Gor, page 62)

silk girl: term used by those of Torvaldsland to denote a slavegirl from the southern cities; often used disparagingly.(Marauders of Gor, page 144)

silk slave: a male pleasure slave. His function, unlike the common kajirus, is attendance to a free woman. (Fighting Slave of Gor, pages 157 and 164; Mercenaries of Gor, page 437)

state slave: slave owned by the city or state; wears a distinctive color or garment for the state; often may have short/shorn hair that is brushed back from the face (Assassin of Gor; Raiders of Gor)

white silk girl: a virgin or as is said on Gor, a slave who has not been 'opened by men'. (Savages of Gor, page 205; Blood Brothers of Gor, page 472; Dancer of Gor, page 128)

pagar kajira: pleasure slave

work girl: a simple slave sent to the duties of working, cleaning, kitchen, washing, etc... beneath many of the other slaves, the lowest of the low.(Captive of Gor)

Slave Collars

2011-06-16T15:38:00.000-04:00

This comes from Gorean Impressions, a post about collars and collaring from the typical Gore theme of the male Dom and female submissive. But, the ideas are about the same, just reversed.

Collars

Their are reasons for why a slave wears a collar:
1) Visibly designates a girl as slave
2) Impresses a girl's slavery upon her, makes her more aware of her slavery
3) Identifies her Master
4) Makes it easier to leash her
5) Makes it easier to put her in various ties/restraints
6) Because it is beautiful
7) Because it pleases the Master to do so

A collar is the most personal item that a slave may wear. It not only designates her as slave but it also is often enscribed with her owner's name. A collar may be as simple as a piece of cloth of fiber and as intricate as gold with jewels upon it.

The collar, unlike the brand, is not permanent and may be changed within the same house or by the same Master or as the slave is sold from Master to Master (Tarnsman of Gor), just like the slave's nick may be changed.

A slave's collar often denotes her rank. Perhaps a lowly kettle slave may wear a fiber collar or at most an iron collar. A slave purely trained for pleasure may wear an enamelled collar of yellow or red or whatever color her owner sees fit to put her in. A love slave may even bare a collar encrustled or dangling with jewels. A punished slave may wear a collar with bells upon it so that her master may not find her 'sneaking' upon him.

"Where in Tharna," I asked, "did you find Pleasure Slaves?" I had noted that the throats of the girls were encircled by silver collars.{Outlaw of Gor}

The last book of the series states that a slave should have the new collar put upon her throat before the old is taken off. This way the slave feels no sense of freedom, even if only for a few ihn.

I then fetched the collar, designed to resemble a state collar, from the flat leather box. I went behind her and locked it on her neck, above the Appanius collar. She now wore two collars. I then removed the Appanius collar from her neck. In this way there was no moment in which she was not in at least one collar.{Magicians of Gor, 358}

It is said that once the collar is off the girl is in fact free. She may be free for just the moment or she may be freed to become the Master's Free Companion.

Different cities/regions are known to have their own style of collar. For instance the Turian collar is round and loose. The Bazi-style collar is wide, tapered towards the top, belled out at the bottom, and commonly inscribed and/or enameled with intricate designs and motifs which signify the Owner and/or the nature of the kajir.

The collars of the male slaves are often not lock collars. The collars are even hidden so that they may not see how numerous they really are.

Whether or not there were male slaves I could not well judge, for the collars would have been hidden by the gray robes. There is no distinctive garment for a male slave on Gor, since, as it is said, it is not well for them to discover how numerous they are. {Outlaw of Gor}

Types of Collars

Bazi style collar: a wide collar, tapered towards the top, belled out at the bottom, and commonly inscribed and/or enameled with intricate designs and motifs which signify the Owner and/or the nature of the kajir.

cord collar: made of cord fashioned from the rence plant it is worn by rencer slaves and carries a small disk to identify the owner.

dance collar: a collar to which light- weight (but effective) chain has been attached in order to set off the dancer.

fiber collar: a simple collar made only of cloth or fiber. (Raiders of Gor)

galley slave collar: a heavy collar often having a chain hanging from it; for use with galley slaves. (Raiders of Gor)

house collar: often portrayed the name of the house where the slave belonged to, the house normally bearing the name of the owner; often bearing a legend--for example 'I am the property of the House of Cernus'; sometimes it would even say from which part of the house, such as the baths; sometimes even the cost for the use of the slave would be engraved into the metal of the collar; might even be just a chain with a plate on it. (Assassin of Gor)

iron collar: simply a collar made of iron; often hammered upon the slave's neck; it is not meant to be a beautiful collar, instead it is often used as mere incitement for the slave to train and gain a more beautiful collar. (Assassin of Gor; Raiders of Gor)

ko-lar: Gorean word meaning slave collar; pronounced as 'collar'; this term is not used often in the books, mostly the word 'collar' is used. (Slave Girl of Gor, page 80)

lock collar: A step above an ironed on collar; denoted sometimes as a 'pretty collar.' (Assassin of Gor)

message collar: high leather collar sewn closed about the slave's neck; sewn within the leather of the collar will be a message. (Priest-Kings of Gor)

northern collar: a utilitarian sounding collar made of black iron with an iron ring to be used if a chain is attached. It is rivited around the neck of the bond-maid. (Marauders of Gor, page 85)

pen collar: not a typical locked collar, more a narroe band of iron, hammered on, with a number for slaves in the iron pens. (Assassin of Gor)

plank collar: two-piece board hinged at one end and capable of being locked at the other.
plate collar: simple hammered collar. (Raiders of Gor)

shipping collar: a loose, generic colar worn by slaves when being shipped as cargo; a temporary collar showing that the slave girl is part of a cargo. (Explorers of Gor, page79)

state slave collar: has a certain color designating the city the slave is owned by; often greay; Ar's state slaves wear grey. (Raiders of Gor; Assassin of Gor)

transport collar: collar with a metal tag attached listing destination or other vital information, to be used during transport of a slave.

Turian collar: round metal

wall collar: a slave is collared and chained to the wall (Assassin of Gor)

Closet Exhibitionist

2011-06-15T22:15:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday July 28, 2003

I've denied it for a long time but, I have to finally admit, I'm a closet exhibitionist. Even as I type this I'm sitting in front of the computer screen with the fan blowing over the skin of my bare back and my breasts lit by the computer glow.

Why? I'm not sure. I like the daring of it, that excites me. But, it's a calculated risk. Just like flashing on IRC (Internet Relay Chat) or standing in front of a high rise window topless or scantily clad. There is a thrill in being naughty, in performing for an audience and in shocking your significant other if you have one handy.

So, yes, I'm a closet exhibitionist. You won't find me on a nude beach but you may catch me changing clothes in the car. I don't fix my shirt if it slips down and my bra peeps through. I don't feel concerned about exposed cleavage, in fact I admit I revel in being a bit revealing. It's like taking a dare, accepting a challenge no one expects you to take.

Would you ever take off your clothes in public? Ever play truth or dare and risk being dared to publicly strip? Does it excite or terrify you? I don't think it's so much about body image as it is about freedom.

Have fun.

The Little Man

2011-06-13T22:21:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday June 15, 2003

I have a little man. I often take him with me inside my purse. He's naked all the time. I like to open my purse and have a look at him now and then. Sometimes I enjoy picking him up and blowing gently over his body. He always gets excited. His little cock pricks right up and he makes the cutest tiny little moans as he gets harder and harder, needing so much to finally come. Sometimes I let him. I just carefully wrap him up in a tissue and let him blow. He's easy to clean up, one tissue is more than enough.

Sometimes I like to let him out to walk about on my desk at work. Everyone thinks he is some kind of wind up toy. A pornographic toy but still a toy. They laugh at his antics and wonder how he was made. Other women ask me where I got him so they can get one too. But, I never tell. After all, as far as I know he is the only one. The only tiny man, at his best he is 12 centimetres tall. Like most guys though he likes to pretend size is an issue and he insists he is actually a full 14 centimetres. What can I say, he's in denial.

It's cute having a little man to play with. He is completely normal but for his size. However, I've gradually trained him to clean up after himself and not make all that mess and noise in the first place. Sometimes he grumbles that I keep him as a pet. But, really, what else could a little man be? It's not like you can send him off to work every morning and expect he'd make it back in time for dinner.

Once, I did try to find clothes for him. I bought a few outfits meant for a Ken doll. But he said they didn't fit right, far too tight in the crotch apparently. Unless that was just more manly bragging. So, I keep him naked all the time now. It's kind of funny to watch him walk with that teeny pendulum swinging between his legs. He gets angry if I laugh, so I just keep it to myself.

Whatever else you may say about his size he more than makes up for it with stamina and appetite. He is always in the mood for sex. When I watch TV he likes to surprise me and slip under my nightie. My breasts are his favourite target. He can't really suck on my nipples, they tend to choke him if he sucks too much into his mouth. But he still loves the shape and softness of breasts.

I like it best when he slips down my belly and begins playing with my pussy and clit. It's so delicious how much he can do down there. A bigger man would never discover all the secret, tender places my little man has found. Plus, though it sounds kind of indecent, he can fit his whole body into my vagina. I'm not sure how he breathes but he never seems to worry about it.

He really is like a pocket vibrator. Only he never needs batteries. He is much better for the environment that way. If you wander into a little man of your own I highly suggest keeping him. Just don't let him eat snacks in bed at night. He makes a REAL big mess for such a little man.

Secret Bedroom Confession

2011-06-10T22:36:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday March 24, 2003

Shhh... I have to type softly, he's still sleeping. But while it's all still fresh in my mind and on my skin, I wanted to tell you my secret bedroom confession. Of course, I'm only telling this to you cause... well... I don't really know why. I guess it's like that whole mountain climbing thing, you were there at the time.

It all started when he saw me at the McDonalds. I just wanted a coffee but I was all out of change. Pretty sad, and I really needed a coffee. I turned to face him, knowing already that a hunky looking guy was behind me in line. I'd spent all the 4 minutes he was there brushing my behind against his jacket. I'm sure he noticed me.

Anyway, I smiled and let my coat slip away from my breasts. I wasn't wearing much of a shirt. It was a hot day, in more than one way, if I know what I mean. He looked, I knew he would. But, he didn't say anything to me. Just reached out to the counter and put a dollar down. It was enough for my coffee. Then he brushed past me and told the cashier to add his own order to that. I had to wait for my coffee. I was kind of annoyed, I'm not a girl who's used to waiting.

He pretty much ignored me. But I put that down to playing some kind of hard to get game. Men that say I'm too easy tend to like that kind of game. I think they just want the chase. So I let them.

I took my coffee from his tray and then sat down, one seat away from him. He ate his lunch, a greasy burger and fries and he seemed to forget all about me. Of course, I'm ME! So I knew he was just playing that game.

I finished my coffee, I wanted to be ready when he was. He was ready, boy was he ready! In just a few seconds he surprised me, picking me up and carrying me out the door. I only just managed to grab my purse! I think he even took his tray to the garbage. That was thoughtful. The other customers in the store looked surprised but no one did anything, other than gape at us.

I didn't really say much. What was there to say? He seemed to know what he was doing and I knew damn well what I wanted. Words would just get in the way. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell or ask names or much of anything else.

We ended up going to his place. It's not the home of a neat freak that's for sure. But, since he made a beeline for the bed I didn't spend much time looking around. I did notice this computer and I wondered if we had ever met online. Maybe this would really be our second date. But, I didn't have time to ask him if he was into cyber sex. He was yanking off my clothes as if I were some mannequin or blow up doll. Now that I think about it, I can see some suspicious looking plastic under his bed.

Anyway, the sex was good. Fast, hard and deep. He rocked my world for about 15 minutes. At least I did manage to have an orgasm before he passed out.

So, here I am. My shirt got ripped so I've taken one from his closet. So far I haven't found my other boot. I did find his wallet though. His name's Wally, of all things. I can't believe I slept with a Wally. Well, now you know.

Confessions of a Sex Blog Reviewer

2011-06-08T23:39:00.002-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday March 20, 2004

I review sex blogs, journals and resources for sex blogs and journals. You might think that was a lot of fun, pretty stimulating too. Mostly it's on the dull side.

Sites are all too often hard to navigate, full of links to paying sites and no content of their own or they just don't interest me. I will list most of the sites that fall into the realm of bloggishness. Not the spammy ones or those not updated more than every now and then when they get a round tuit. If you wouldn't read it why should it be listed? That's my theory anyway.

Today there were 3 sites submitted to the adult journals category. Of the three one was last updated August, 2003. An obvious spam for a phone sex service. Deleted, with a note added in case it is re-submitted. Saves me some time and clicking.

The other two were worthy of consideration. One was a blog service type of thing. Not really all that interesting but I listed it anyway. It did seem to be getting updated and for someone browsing the web it would be useful. The other site was an actual sex blog, with a journal and everything. I listed it and skimmed along myself. I did not get turned on. But, did check out her links before leaving. From there I found one other good site and listed that too.

So, now you know. All the perks of being a sex blog reviewer. One nice plus is finding links to add to BackWash. What? You thought I just found them all by my sweet little self? No, I think most of them come from browsing one site to the next. You never know where you will end up. Of course, another interesting way to find links is to randomly type something in to a search and see what oddities come along. Usually I can find at least one unusual and interesting site that way.

Not a very interesting journal this time. I'm just not feeling up to it. But, I thought you might be missing me. We dragons do have our egos.

Say It and Mean It

2011-06-06T12:30:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday May 08, 2004

I don't say the F word, I just do it. Why is it so bad to say fuck but not so bad to fuck? It's like that whole cock sucker thing which I have written about here before and will probably rehash eventually.

I give up on calling it the F word here. It's easier to type fuck and it does have that lovely shock factor. Are you shocked? Don't you like being shocked. The badness of being the one to shock and the tingling titalation of the one being shocked. Giggle.

No, I didn't just giggle. That would be beneath me. I am a dragon, dragons don't really giggle. We growl and grin a lot though.

Anyway, I've always been a good girl and I have always been select in my vocabulary. Not because fuck is a bad word so much. Mainly just because it's kind of crude and just not me. Or, not how I see me as being me. After all, there are so many words to choose from. Why say fuck when sex or make love will do?

But, there is something about saying fuck to your lover at just the right key moment. No, not eff off, not that kind of key moment. I mean the more flavourful and sensual... 'let's fuck'. The suggestion of doing something naughty, slightly forbidden and downright bad.

Still, I am select in which words I would use. I wouldn't say screw. I don't like tit or cunt. Those just sound so ugly and hard.

I have yet to say fuck in his presence, face to face. It is quite different to type it than to actually speak it. He's also select in his word use. I like that about him. Also, it makes the occasional fuck word extra noticeable, erotic and bad. It's fun to be bad sometimes. I intend to be quite bad on Tuesday when we will be in Ottawa. I expect there will be some doing and saying going on. I'm planning on it.

Even for nice grrls there are times when you just grin wickedly and say fuck it all.

Pink Cage for a Man

2011-06-06T12:22:00.000-04:00

As seen on Venus Flytrap Jewels, Etsy shop.

Muscles on Display

2011-05-30T18:28:00.000-04:00

Muscles look nice don't they?

Suit in a Cage

2011-05-30T18:25:00.000-04:00

A little play on words. They suit being in a cage and they are wearing a suit, while in a cage. I like the circus cage on wheels. He could really be put on display this way. Mobile. Close your eyes and you will open them to a big surprise!

The Alien Invasion

2011-05-30T18:12:00.000-04:00

Is it surprising that a Domme has fantasies where she isn't in charge? I don't think so. We are all one human being, with a balance of things and feelings and beliefs, which make us a whole. If I could find an ideal man he would have a bit of a twisted side and share some of my fantasies, or at least understand - or at the very least take a week long business trip so I can enjoy my fantasies without explaining anything.

Writing Erotica

2011-05-25T22:08:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday August 23, 2003

Writing is always taking a chance, putting yourself out there, on a limb. I think that is even more so when you are writing fiction with fewer guides to track yourself and maintain your anonymity. You are putting more of yourself on paper than you think at the time, if you're doing a good job. Especially when you write about sex. It's already a taboo, hushed up subject. So, to write about your personal sex life or your thoughts about the whole thing in general is kind of setting yourself up for a fall each time. You are exposing yourself to the judgment of the masses. Not so different from getting into a car every day and hoping no one will smash into you. We trust the other drivers to be self interested enough to avoid accidents. But, when you are writing, the self interest is all on the writer's side. The reader is a complete unknown, out to please themselves.

Anyway, I decided to write about writing erotica. Most of the rules are the same when it comes to punctuation, grammar, spelling all that proper rules of the page sort of thing. I think the biggest challenge for writing erotica is keeping it from being boring. As if sex could be boring, right? Well, it can. Try reading the same thing a hundred times. He puts it in her, she likes it, they come. There, that's a sex scene. Was it good for you?

While you wipe yourself down...

When a story has no real plot or character development, just mechanical sex with a lot of naughty words and phrases tossed in it becomes more stroke fiction than erotic fiction. This might please a reader who just wants to jack off but someone who wants to actually become aroused and linger in arousal leading to foreplay, will be disappointed and likely frustrated too.

Another unique challenge to writing about sex, the name calling. What do you call it? My personal preference is cock for the penis. It has a blend of cuteness and crudeness that I seem to favour. As far as the vagina, I've sort of settled on pussy for lack of anything better. I don't like it though. If something else comes along I'll be glad to switch. There are so many variations for breasts, vagina, penis, butt, sex, come and so on. As the writer you have to find words you can live with and words your readers won't laugh at or not understand.

Avoid 10 inch cocks, breasts like watermelons, anything that will seem improbable to your readers. Errors of mechanics are just that, things that are not easily believed. You can't have a character doing something that he/ she couldn't physically do. That is where really proofreading your work comes in. See the action in your head as you read it over. Make sure it's clear who is doing what to whom.

Erotic writing tends to use a lot of metaphors and similes. Things like "her pussy was wetter than the whole of Lake Ontario". I'd personally choose not to use that one, though I did just make it up on the spot. (Don't blame someone else). You want to keep your metaphors as part of the action, don't make them stand out and drag readers out of the story and into your writing. The idea is to keep them fully involved in the action, not in your sensational writing. Also, use phrases that don't sound gross or silly.

Break up your sentences and paragraphs. The breaks are the spots where the reader breathes and moves onto the next part of the action/ plot. You can also use short sentences to spike the action. A short sentence gets attention and stands out. But don't go overboard. Any writing should have transitional sentences at the end of one paragraph and the start of the next, it keeps things flowing without awkward pauses while the reader catches up with you.

Don't forget to use dialogue. This also breaks up the story and keeps it interesting. Reading solid text is boring. Just pick up a text book and see how erotic you feel. Reading solid chunks of text takes patience. When the action is moving fast your sentences and paragraphs should be short. Using dialogue is one way to keep things short and moving.

Sex is a sensual thing, it involves the five senses: touch, sight, smell, sound and taste. Include them in your writing. It brings things to life for the reader. Bringing senses into play draws them into the scene and the ongoing action.

Yet again, character development and motivation. Even erotica should have some point or reason. Why are your characters interested in each other? What are they thinking? How do they look? Who are they? When is all this happening? Give some purpose to the sex. Develop the erotica into a storyline, make things happen besides two bodies bumping together.

At the end, you need a conclusion, something to mark the end, to let the reader know it's over and (hopefully) something to leave them wanting more. Articles and stories without some kind of conclusion aren't artsy or dramatic, just frustrating. Remember, the point of erotica is for everyone (reader and writer) to have a good time.

Robotic Dating

2011-05-13T00:21:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday August 06, 2004

Tired of dating? Fed up with weeding through the singles market only to find yourself spending an evening with yet another dud? Well, I have the solution for you! Date a robot, also known as an android or mechanical human type creature.

Why settle for another lonely, sad night in front of your computer (cybering?) when you could be out with your perfect match, custom made and completely there for you, only you. Designed to meet your specifications for everything from hair colour to taste in movies. Like big hands on a guy? No problem. Like big hooters on a woman? You can help her lift those puppies around when her bra straps snap. Fill out the order form, pay for your purchase and decide when you want delivery. Simple as that.

Well, not quite. As we know there are no robodates. You can't have a date on command, built to perform and live up to all your expectations. We are stuck with each other, for now. But, think, what if there were robodates, men and women made to order?

No more worrying about sexual disease, no need to buy condoms either. You can sleep with your robotic date on the first date or never, however it suits you. But, there is no fear of catching any STDs, AIDS or herpes. Avoiding pregnancy is not a problem, unless you want it to be.

Think of the perfect date, then live it. No waiting for your date to show up. No wondering if he or she will like you, ditch you or pretend to laugh at your jokes. No need to agonize over pick up lines or dressing to impress. Your date will already be impressed. Just as if they had taken a love potion, you are exactly what they want, desire and look for. In short, they are already programmed to want to be with you. No matter what you think of yourself, your date will think you are the greatest thing since sliced bologna.

Of course, robodate is prepared for anything you want to do. If you want to go dancing robo date is a good dancer and can sing along to any song. Like to go camping, no problem. Robodate is athletically inclined and always in good shape. Long for a decent chess partner or someone to cuddle up with and be a couch potato? Not a problem for robodate. He or she will be content with your choice of activity or non activity. Robodate is a great companion.

None of your fetishes will gross out or annoy robodate. Ask for what you want. Whether you want a cuddly sex kitten, a fiery Domme, a total slut, a strong submissive man, a romantic poet or a sadistic Dom robodate can handle it, and you! Make your list and check it twice, robodate doesn't wear out, he or she only needs to be re-charged once a month. If you have no sexual use for robodate you can always enjoy a great full body massage or have him or her clean your car. Whatever you'd like.

Robodate will not forget your important dates such as anniversaries and birthdays. You can bring robodate home to meet your family where he or she will either shock or amaze them, as you choose.

Some may think a robodate would be too mechanical, too perfect or too impersonal. But that's not so. Robodates are programmed to mesh with your personality, your likes and dislikes but there is room for individuality, passions and independence. Just enough to keep them interesting and not sounding like some one with no mind of their own, some mindless drone.

After the date, however things turned out, robodate will be ready for a second date. However if you never choose to call that's fine too. Robodate will not become some crazy stalker or hang around desperately waiting for you, all clingy and needy. After a month your robotic date will simply be recycled back into the system, all the parts are reusable. Robotic dates are environmentally friendly and run on solar power.

What does a human have over an android? Read Scanny's column to see what he thinks.

The Unholy Sex Survey

2011-05-09T23:46:00.004-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday May 17, 2004

From The Unholy.... http://sex-kitten.net/unholy.htm

Sign- Wood Dragon

Nick Names- You wouldn't dare....

Hair color at the moment- Always chestnut.

Eye Color- Always blue.

Best asset- Depends on your point of view.

Strength- Blabability, creativity.

Weakness- Easily distracted.

Status- Single

Pets- My ideal pet has a sexy voice and man hands.

Music notes- Cello, oldies, show tunes, folksie.

Personal style choice- My own.

Passions- Words, writing, ingenuity and creativity.

Addictions- See above.

Goal- To become a real dragon and fly around the world.

Go buy me- Something practical, intriguing and exotic. New bedding, nighties, books or computer stuff. But, I have to pick them.

Favourite quotes-
"The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper." - Eden Phillpotts
"What's ahead of me and what's behind me are nothing compared to what's inside me." - Jean Shapiro

Spirit guides- Dragons!

What rocks me- The endless self inflicted orgasm.

What socks me- Being cornered, restricted, etc. Hyper-critical people.

Currently lusting after- Some sort of android, robot man.

What I'm Wearing- Soft cotton nightie. Extremely low cut and on the short side.

Dressing Up Your Little Man

2011-05-07T02:06:00.000-04:00

There are all kinds of control. One is choosing what your sub wears, or doesn't wear. Men may assume you will pick out something sexy or something fetishy. Why not pick out something colourful, stylish, something like a really nice suit and tie?

Men don't tend to wear pretty colours. How about this Spring green tie? The dark shirt sets it off. It's pretty and yet not girly looking. I really like this look. Why not dress your little man up, pick his look for the day in order to please yourself. It's not an abuse of power... he says he wants to please you after all. This just isn't something he was expecting.

Keep him on his toes... pick out new shoes too. What about those old fashioned lace up leather shoes with wing tips? Maybe a shirt with bright polka dots? Wouldn't he look nice if he were dressed in a few bright, happy, Spring colours?

A Bad End: A Bride Denied

2011-05-04T23:37:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday February 20, 2004

"Greg, I'd be lying if I said this was going to hurt you as much as it's going to hurt me. It's not going to hurt me at all. In fact, I'm going to have fun while you squirm." Sharon jerked on his collar and slipped the leash through one of the metal loops. "Get up, you've got a long night ahead of you."

She yanked on the leash and pulled him along, back to the main room. Kicking the box and packaging out of her way she sat down on the couch and hauled him down over her lap. His hands were grabbed one at a time and locked onto the sides of his collar with handcuffs. It was very uncomfortable to have his arms twisted up mostly behind his back. He wasn't putting up with this!

Without saying anything Sharon began spanking him. Greg was so surprised he didn't even feel the sting of her hand right away. He started to get up but she jerked on the leash again, pulling him back down. When he still struggled to stand the leash was removed, she dug an elbow into the small of his back and then began whipping his ass with the leather leash. That really stung. Greg, struggled harder but she thwarted him by jabbing in her elbow harder. Other than becoming violent himself there was little he could do but let himself be spanked. It was humiliating.

The spanking didn't become painful, just stinging repeatedly. It felt like wasps were stinging his butt cheeks over and over again. Just as he was wondering how much more he could tolerate she stopped, hooked the leash back into his collar and shoved him off her lap and onto the floor. He looked up at her, his ass and his pride abused, and started getting mad.

"You have no right to do anything like that to me." He demanded.

"I have every right Greg. You're my male bride. You signed the contract, you handed over your identity and your life to the agency and myself." Sharon, pushed him over and stood up. "As far as the world is concerned you don't even exist any more. You belong to me, completely and until death."

Sharon left him on the floor. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold water. When she came back she had one for him, in a babyish plastic cup. "You didn't really read all those papers, did you?" She tossed the thick stack of papers at him and freed his hands so he could pick them up. "You should read them now. You really should have read them before. Though, I seriously doubt you would be here if you had." She laughed softly, without much sympathy and left him. She went to bed in her own room. He heard the door close, softly.

Greg spent the next several hours reading the contracts and paperwork. Finding out just how little control he now had over his own life and just how little he could do about it. At some point he tried to leave the apartment. But, it was locked from inside. No one would be coming in or getting out without some help from a security expert or the owner of the apartment and the security.

His ass was too sore to sit down so he went back to the bathroom and had a shower. He felt better then. He tried her bedroom door as he went by but it was locked. He was shut in the apartment and shut out of her room. Alone. Feeling pretty depressed and fatalistic he went into the smaller bedroom and feel asleep on top of the bed.

She was there when his eyes opened. She was the one who actually peeled his eyes open and prodded his numb ass. "It's Friday, I took off today and the weekend. Get up. Your first job of each day is to be up early and make the coffee. After that you can start what ever cleaning needs to be done. I make my own breakfast and will let you know when you can be fed. This morning I'll make my own coffee but it will be the last time."

He moaned but she didn't show any pity. When he turned over his ass felt on fire. So he half rolled off the bed, realizing he was alone again and went into the bathroom. She'd left out soap and a towel for him. Both had his name written on them in laundry marker. There were a few cupboards but each were locked. If he wanted anything to put on his ass he'd have to actually ask her for it. That was just a bit too much, he'd rather live with the pain.

Sharon had already made breakfast and was finishing her first cup of coffee when he finally wandered into the kitchen. So far she wasn't too impressed with Greg. He seemed more like a sulky kid than anyone you'd want to spend real time with. He was definitely ruining her long weekend. Little jerk. Well, she had already phoned the agency to come over and bring a replacement. Bianca, the agency founder had taken the call herself. She'd apologized for the unsatisfactory bride. There wasn't much to do until Bianca came over.

"You may as well have breakfast Greg. There's a kiddie bowl on the sideboard. Don't make a mess." Sharon was too annoyed to sit with him so she gathered up her coffee and went into the next room.

"What's for breakfast?" Called Greg. She ignored him. Was he really that dense?

"There's nothing here but Sugar Flakes." He whined. Yes, he really was that dense. Thankfully she wasn't going to be stuck with him.

Sharon spent the morning reading the paper and waiting for Bianca. Greg spent the morning lolling around her apartment, not cleaning up the wrappings from yesterday or his own breakfast mess from this morning. Sharon could feel her annoyance building into anger. Bianca had promised to be there just after noon. It couldn't be too soon.

Male Order Bride

2011-05-03T22:50:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday February 12, 2004

The package was delivered on time, wrapped in bright yellow paper and tied around with a neon pink ribbon. Just as it was shown in the fancy catalogue. Three men delivered it to her apartment, high in the sky of downtown Toronto. It was a heavy package. The men lingered, expecting a tip for services rendered. They didn't know her of course. She wasn't a big tipper, not for those kind of services anyway. They soon left and she was alone with her package.

All was quiet for awhile. She took her time, made fresh coffee, kicked off her high heeled work shoes and flipped through the latest issue of her favourite magazine. She knew it wouldn't stay quiet for ever. She was right, as usual.

The package began making moaning sounds. Before long it began moving, being bumped from within. She wasn't alarmed. She knew she could expect just what she had ordered. The company was very reliable. None of her orders had been anything less than perfect in the past. The only difference was this time it was personal. This time she had ordered for herself. Not another friend, a co-worker or a needy relative. This one was all hers.

So, when she finally had enough thrill of suspense she unwrapped her package. The ribbon unwound and the yellow paper ripped easily. The lid of the box was at last opened by the man not quite patiently waiting inside, her own male order bride.

Getting out of the box was interesting. She laughed as he tried to figure out how to escape a cardboard box without looking foolish. It was a losing battle. How could any naked man not look foolish while trying to escape from a cardboard box? She gave him a break and tipped him over. It seemed to hurt his dignity to have to crawl out, like a lizard, on his belly. But she liked it.

"I'm Sharon. Do you have your papers, little man?" She said.

"Yes." He pulled a thick envelope out of the box and gave it to her. He remained on his knees in front of her, waiting as he had been told to do.

"So... Greg, welcome to my home. You may make use of the washroom while I check your papers."

"Thank you." He dashed off quickly before realizing he had no idea where to go. He turned back to ask but she had already turned away, leaving him on his own.

However, he found it wasn't a big place and after opening a door to her bedroom and a second bedroom he found the bathroom at the end of the hall. A shower would have been great but the agency had prepared him with lotions and such and he didn't want to wash all that off before he knew she was pleased enough to keep him and sign all the papers. At least she was easy on the eyes. That had been one of his worries. It wouldn't be easy to please a woman he didn't find pleasing.

Sharon, meanwhile, had already skimmed the papers and signed them. The agency had sent her a copy to check over already, the paperwork sent with the bride was just an extra copy for him to keep. To let him think he still had some options. Sharon was about to let him know differently.

Greg had just finished washing his hands when she walked into the bathroom. He almost protested the invasion before remembering the bargain he'd made. He was her bride, as they called him. In exchange for his room, board and spending money, he now belonged to her. Not a bad deal if you can get it. So his friends had told him. He was less sure now than he had been when he first signed up. Still, it was a lot better than being homeless.

"Everything seems in order Greg. But I want to check more than your paperwork." She circled around him, trailing her fingers over his naked skin. "Make your cock hard so I can see how you look with a hard on. When you're ready come into the hallway." She turned off the bathroom light and left him.

Greg felt pretty strange. As if being unwrapped from a box, naked, wasn't unordinary enough. But, it was a simple enough thing to do. He began stroking his cock, slowly at first. Thinking about her and what he had seen of her body through her skirt and blouse. The red colour had been quite a turn on. It didn't take him more than a couple of minutes to achieve a good erection and find his way into the hall still stroking his now hard cock.

She was waiting with a stop watch. "Very good Greg. Not bad time at all for the first time. Now you can go into your bedroom, lie on the bed and wait for me. Keep your cock hard until I come to use you." She pointed him to the smaller bedroom beside her own.

Sharon brought a leash and collar with her when she came back. They were red with silver studs. The collar had several large loops for attachments. The collar was locked around his neck with a thick padlock.

"This is a training collar. Later you will have a permanent collar which will be welded shut around your neck. Now, my little man bride, lie down on your bed and be a good boy."

Sharon pushed him backwards until he mostly fell across the bed. She pulled off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties and sat astride his hips. Greg was getting harder, liking the rough treatment and the promise of sex of course. Sharon rose up a little, took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip along her pussy lips. Greg felt her wetness as his cock dipped in, between her wet lips. Sharon shifted up and took his cock inside her, pushing down against him until his cock filled her pussy. Greg gasped, bucking his hips up, penetrating her himself. The agency had denied him sex for months but he was kept in a state of almost constant arousal. This was what he had been begging for! His balls began to tighten and he could feel his cock pounding with building pressure, needing so much to come.

That's when Sharon slapped him. Not a hard slap. Just a quick, sharp smack on one cheek to get his attention. It did.

"You may not come yet my bride. You have to please me first. If you can't do that you will go without yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes" Greg managed to gasp. He tried to think of something that would cool down his raging need to come. Nothing much came to mind, just her round, firm breasts, bouncing slightly as she continued to ride his cock. Just the feel of her pussy clenched around his cock, the feel of her wet pussy... He couldn't help it. He came all at once, all of a sudden. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.

"Well little bride. You haven't pleased me, not very well at all."

Greg couldn't even answer.

Sharon leaned down over his prone and now slack body. She whispered in his ear, "You're going to be punished now."

Don't Treat Me Like a Blow Up Doll

2011-05-02T01:20:00.000-04:00

I tried another personals post on Fetlife. Will see if I hear from anyone before I decide I don't like having a personals post up and rip it down again. I was already thinking to not post it at all. But, it is up. Maybe I will even hear from someone sincere. That would be a pretty big freaking miracle I think. I'm so disappointed/ discouraged with the whole thing of trying to find a man who really knows what it is to serve a woman and want to do so.

Is it possible to meet a male sub who is sincere about wanting a D/s relationship?

A D/s relationship - to me this means the relationship is a big part of the whole thing. If I wanted to play around and not care who I'm with I could buy sex toys and never need a human being at all. That isn't what I want. I want a man to date, to talk to, to go places with, to have fun, to really get to know and enjoy all kinds of interests: art, nature, green living, old buildings, reading, writing, road trips, bondage, teasing, domestic discipline, and assorted other interests both D/s and non-adult.

If you happen to be a male living in the Barrie, Ontario area, about the age of 45-50 apprx. and single AND you understand a D/s relationship is more than toys, fetishes and kinks- send me a note. Tell me about you.

Non-smoker would be a big bonus. Also, if you have a problem with BBW women there just won't be any point to meeting for more than coffee and conversation.

Last of all, for pitys sake! don't send me a note if you don't want an actual relationship with the idea of having something long term if it works out. I am not interested in owning a sub I don't know and care about. I'm not interested in casual sex or play dates or what ever else they call it these days. I am a woman and a Domme, I will not settle for someone who thinks they can treat me like a blow up doll.

Hand Held Bestiality

2011-05-01T23:56:00.001-04:00

I noticed an ad on a blog for Bad Dragon. They make unusual sex toys, specializing in dragons. Can you resist taking a look? I couldn't, especially when it's about dragons. I was born in the Year of the Dragon after all.

Zeta Paws also makes animal based sex toys. Not as stylish as Bad Dragon, but they give some diversity.

Then I found a post on Pop My Cherry Review, The Strangest Weird Sex Toys. They had included both Bad Dragon and Zeta Paws then added Blowfish where they have an alien lover. FurryStyle has one based on a cat, they call it the Prowler. To finish off the list for me (so far) is Whipspider Rubberworks where I found a unicorn horn. This may seem out of place in an already odd list, but I have long been curious about the stories of unicorns and virgins. I've read some pretty kinky ideas about deflowering by unicorns.

If you think about it, all the legends, stories, all the types of animals whether real, imagined or only possibly animals at all... which would you pick to make love to or be made love to? How would the cock look and feel? (Yes, I'm biased being straight and female but this is my blog and I'm writing from my point of view).

Making Men Blush

2011-04-30T22:27:00.003-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday May 08, 2003

Men are cute when they blush. Unless your man is very jaded, you can have fun making him blush, using humiliation. It is not meant as abuse however. So, know what you have to work with and what needs to be avoided. Keep it light and remember there is life after your fun, don't leave him with something he can't explain at work the next day. (Unless that's what he likes).

Most men get fidgety about things like women's periods, girly things, and so on. Make a list of things you know will bother him. How about being exposed, even if it's not likely anyone can see him. Think of it, a tall building surrounded by shorter buildings and him standing naked in the window. Would he get butterflies?

There is a lot of humiliation in age play scenarios. I wrote some of my own ideas in my erotica for Chris. Things like taking him to a restaurant and making him order from the kids menu, wear a bib and ask for the crayons and activity sheet usually given to children.

Another thing to keep in mind is how your scheme for him affects others. Public nudity might seem great fun while you're in the planning stages but it's indecent exposure if there are other people around who don't feel quite the same way you do about it. Plan, think and scheme and you can make your best ideas work.

I personally don't like forced feminism, though that is a popular humiliation. I just don't think it's very complimentary to us, the real women.

Need more ideas? Keep him nude all evening while you remain dressed, doing everything as usual. Have him acting as your footrest for the evening. Send him to the store for the big box of maxi pads, flowery underwear (in his size), cosmetics, or scented bubble bath. Have him join and graduate from a sewing class. Make him take a map into a gas station and ask for directions. Whatever works.

Is That a Gift of Submission in Your Pocket...?

2011-04-30T00:27:00.011-04:00

Years ago I read an essay about "The Gift of Submission". I understood what the writer meant about submission being given and seen as a gift given. They wanted what they gave to be appreciated. But, it does leave the Dominant as someone who supposedly accepts a gift and then what? Do you see how one sided that is?

I don't see submission as a gift. Instead I see submission as the other side of Domination, there has to be a give and take for it to work. As a woman Dom I've had plenty of "gifts" of submission. Few of them have been wanted, appreciated or very sincere (in my experience). The "gift" of submission tends to come with strings attached. Men have a lot of expectations. First, they expect we are just waiting with baited breath to have their submission, in whatever form they choose to give it. They are wrong.

As the Dominant the submission I accept is on my terms, based on what I want to do, what I prefer and what I need or desire at the time. This is why very few men are sincere as submissives. They can't let go. They keep pulling on those strings attached expecting everything will work as they think it should, or want it to. This is more like "topping from the bottom" than a "gift of submission".

Anyway, to sum up - make sure your gift of submission really is a gift, freely given without strings and make sure it is a gift that is wanted. Be sure you really can give submission when you offer it as a gift. Be sure the woman (or man) you give it to does want it - it's not really a gift if you are pushing it on someone who doesn't really want it.

The stainless steel bondage collar above comes from Chastity Direct. Isn't it pretty for a good boy? It looks really sexy to me.

You Should Have Slapped Him

2011-04-29T19:47:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday January 26, 2004

You should have slapped him, you should have smacked him, you should have.... It's circling round and round in my mind like water going down the drain. I can hear it gurgle.

What would you do if a man kissed you and you didn't want it? You can't give a kiss back. Though it would be interesting to come up with the correct polite protocol. Returning kisses is usually something quite different and much more romantic and desirable.

In my case I didn't bitch slap him. But, I think (and I have been thinking about it) that I did just right. Maybe not perfectly right but I did fine. I was uncomfortable and yet curious too. I'm not someone who gets picked up by men, I seldom get noticed in fact. The whole thing was like being offered a chance to live someone else's life for a short time. It was interesting, it's still interesting.

I didn't ask to be picked up. I didn't do anything to encourage him other than sit and talk. I did ask for him to stop when he began kissing me. I did give him a push away. But I did not put myself at risk by doing something as stupid as slapping a man I don't know and can't predict. I was alone in the parking lot, there was no one else around. I don't even know anyone in that town. My closest family and friends are a two hour drive away.

In my life I've been hit by two men. However, I have never hit a man. I can't think of anyone I've hit but for the time I spanked my nephew when he terrified me by running out into traffic.

The experience of being hit by a man is alarming and terribly frightening. His face gets ugly, like a nightmare mask. His eyes bug out, his voice rises and he grabs your body as if it were a cat's chew toy. You have no control at that point. You just wait for it to be over so you can pick up your pieces and leave while he's not ranting.

So, for those who think I should have slapped him (and there were a few of you) I think you need to watch less TV. It's all fine to go around hitting and slapping people when you're following a script but in real life things are different. I don't intend to become violent or have someone else become violent with my person. It's not fun and it's not sexy. Really, it's a hell of an experience.

I don't think I should have slapped him. I'm really glad that I kept my head and drove myself away. I watched in my rearview mirror all the way home in case he had followed me. One good thing about having such a long drive was that I was sure I was alone by the time I got off the first big road.

Big Boobs

2011-04-29T13:24:00.000-04:00

Slim women just look odd with huge boobs, at least when they get so big they seem more like udders.

My friend has natural huge boobs and needs to get them reduced cause the muscle is pulling away from her body and causing a lot of pain. She also had a cancer scare. It's too bad men can't carry around some of the burden for these things they just think of as sex toys.

If men had boobs there would be better sports bras and they would have been invented much sooner in time.

If men had boobs breast feeding would be a sport. They'd have milk spurting contests, milk production contests and send photos of their breasts leaking milk instead of the penis photos they send now.

If men had boobs they'd measure nipple extension and we would have all kinds of products for making your nipples harder, longer.

If men had boobs they'd be adjusting their underwear and their bra all the time.

Wild and Kinky Bug Sex

2011-04-27T13:41:00.001-04:00

Originally posted at Adult BackWash: Sunday April 11, 2004

One unusual thing that does make me kind of hot is... bug sex.

Yeah, I bet you're laughing now. But, really, bugs are very kinky creatures. Bugs have been kinky since before it was a fashion statement. Bugs don't even care if it's fashionable, socially acceptable or gets them off. Well, not in that way exactly. I mean to a bug getting off isn't about orgasm so much as it's about having a good meal.

Bugs get away with extreme kinkiness. They eat their lovers, it's pretty routine for them. They think nothing of a little boyfriend after a good screw. For those who think smoking after sex is bad... HAH! Try ripping off your lovers head and see who's really bad!

Plus, bugs wear all that kinky armour. You thought leather and rubber were tough, you haven't seen tough until you wear armour plating to bed. No wonder bugs have so many kinky positions. No one wants to poke an eye out and miss the main event.

Bugs have all kinds of sexual perversions. From where they lay those eggs to how long they can stay at 'it', bugs are pretty unique. Think about it... they may exist a short time but they pack a lot of sex into that time. Bugs really are the sluts of the animal world.

I was going to write about a woman who spreads peanut butter on her personal areas and gets her dog to lick it off. But, that is so tame compared to bug sex. Who would be impressed by a pussy licking dog compared to lovers who have sex for four days, then she eats him and uses a passing pedestrian to...

Oh well, you get the idea. Bug sex is hot!

Boudoir Photography

2011-04-26T03:25:00.000-04:00

I read an ad for a photographer offering a discount if you arrange a boudoir photo session next week. I guess they are hoping for quantity. I'd like to go but I'm already busy. Besides I'd need more time to think about what I want to wear, shave areas I don't always care to shave, that sort of thing. But, it would be fun to take some sensual, sexy photos with a professional some time. Doing it yourself is fun but can't compare to someone who knows how to use lighting and posing to your advantage.

Dommes Behaving Badly

2011-04-25T22:40:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday March 09, 2003

This is the rough draft for a story I'm working on. It's not even done to the end yet but there is enough here to get you started.

"I don't want to." Chris looked down at the package Laura has just dropped in his lap. He was relaxing in front of the TV after making breakfast and cleaning up the dishes. It was Saturday and he had planned to have some time for himself.

She stood over him, expectantly, waiting. As he tried to ignore her she grew impatient and sat on his lap. He couldn't pretend to ignore her now. She leaned into his chest and bit his bottom lip. Her fingers curled in his hair and trailed down his arms. "Do you really just want to watch TV?"

Chris wasn't in the mood to resist a good invitation. "What's in the package?" He asked, growling to show her the effect she was having on his temper.

"Just a little something for you to play with. Did I remind you what day it is today?" She licked her way around his lips then pushed her tongue between them, kissing him deeply. Now her fingers had found their way into his pants pockets. She rubbed his lower belly through the pockets, feeling her way lower but taking her time. As her fingers found his hardening cock she ended the kiss. "Looks like you're in a much better mood now." She laughed softly, her breath warming his chin.

Chris picked her up leaving the package to fall to the floor. His immediate plan was to get control of her before she got him too far along to care. She felt good in his arms. He squeezed her close to his body, liking the little surprised squeal she made. He pushed open the bedroom door with his foot and dumped her on the bed. Before she had righted herself he was stripping off his jeans. It would be a close thing but he seemed to be in the lead. Of course, things could change in a heartbeat. He loved when she regained control and made him wait.

She licked her lips, getting a good look at him naked. He knew how much that turned her on. But it was a dangerous game. Having him naked while she was still clothed brought out the Domme in her. He had to take charge now and quickly. "Strip for me little wench." He growled.

"Why should I do that?" She was the saucy wench, determined not to make it easy for him.

"Because that's what I want. Take off your clothes cause I want to see you naked. I'm going feel how wet you are already and then I'm going to fill you up with cock and have my way with you." Her raised eyebrow was a challenge but her delighted squirm gave her away. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He was winning the battle of dominance today. It felt good to be strong, to be the one in charge. Mostly, it meant he could take her and not be made to wait until his balls were blue.

She stripped off her sweater. Proudly showing him her naked breasts. Playing with her nipples, taunting him. His cock jerked in reaction. Without thinking his hands reached out and took over for hers. He pinched her nipples, pulling on them until they became tightly pointed. Then he leaned down to slip one into his mouth, sucking hard. He kneaded her breast with his hands.

But, she slipped in a surprise move. He grunted as her fingers wrapped around his cock and began firmly milking him in return. He couldn't stop from pumping his hips.

"That's my good boy, get nice and hard for me. You know how much I like seeing your cock so hard and needy. Tell me how much you want me." She whispered.

Damn, he thought. She was making a definite bid for control and it was going to work too. Unless he removed himself from her fingers soon. He pulled his hips back, stepping away from her. Chris took in a deep breath he hoped she didn't notice. "You're being a very bad girl. I think it's time I taught you a lesson." He sighed softly, getting himself in control again. "Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?"

"We have a lot of really great sex with our husbands?" She grinned up at him.

"You're a delightfully saucy wench." He smiled back. But changed his look to that of the dastardly villain as he said, "Someone needs to show you the error of your ways. I think it will be me."

"Really? Do you think you're up to it?" She leered at his erect cock, making her meaning clear.

"In your case, I'm always on top of things." They both laughed. "Now come here wench and take your punishment."

She stripped off her jeans and slinked over to him wearing just her panties. "Oh, you're really scaring me now."

"I do try." He leered. She stood about a foot away, just in reach but not easy reach. He hooked her panties and pulled her to stand skin to skin with him. He could smell her, the scent of her shampoo and her arousal. He knew just how to touch her to make her gasp and squirm. But he held off, just pressing a hand to her back, holding her firmly against him. He listened to her breathing become faster and shallow. Then, he slid a hand down the back of her panties, cupping her bottom, giving her a few good squeezes.
She moaned and pushed herself into his hand. One of his fingers poked up, finding the space between her panties and her leg, pushing up to find her wetness and then easily slipping through to play with her pussy.

She moaned louder. Her breathing became a soft pant as her hands grabbed his shoulder and her nails dug in. Her legs parted and she looked up into his face, showing him how ready she was for him.

Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer himself he pulled her to the bed. This time he just kept her under him while he pulled the panties off, pushed her legs wide with his knees and penetrated her with his rock hard cock. Her legs clamped around him as they both moaned in pleasure. He rode her while she squeezed his cock inside her. In moments they tightened in orgasm, coming almost together. Her little aftershocks shivered along his cock while he finished pumping into her.

It was half an hour before either of them moved. He was dozing off when she wiggled out from under him. She kissed him tenderly and got up. He watched her get dressed, pulling on her jeans over fresh panties. She was still topless when she sat beside his prone body on the bed and kissed him again. Chris managed to move enough to pat her thigh.

"I don't think you remember what I told you about today?" She said, cuddling up to him.

"No, I can't think of anything. I feel too good to think." Chris let his eyes close. Her fingers began stroking his back, tracing patterns over his skin.

"Today is the day the other Dommes are coming over with their subs. We talked about it last month. You thought it was a good idea." She waited for him to reply but he was too stunned. He had completely forgotten. They had laughed about it, how fun it would be to have a munch of their own.

"That's today?" His eyes were open now, wide open and panicking. "I'm indisposed at the moment, do you think you could call them and make other arrangements?" Not that he had much hope for that idea.

"No, they're going to be here in half an hour. Assuming they aren't early." She moved on to trace her fingers over his bottom and the backs of his thighs. "I hope you'll recover soon cause you're going to be my delicious little stud muffin. I've got it all planned."

Chris moaned. Now he knew why she hadn't been too hard on him earlier. She had plans!

"I'm going to shower and you can listen for the door. Don't worry about getting dressed or showering off yourself, you look great just the way you are. Perfect in fact, I couldn't have planned it better myself." He swatted at her as she dashed off to the shower, laughing.

Hiring a Husband

2011-04-21T16:23:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday May 31, 2003

"So, why do you want this job, Jack?" She looked him over, slowly. He wasn't what she had been expecting at all. He was tall, a little slender in that wiry way. Short sleeves showed off the muscles of his arms and she especially liked good biceps on a man. But, why would this guy want a job as her personal caretaker and sex pet?

He was quiet too. Just watching her right back, maybe thinking, maybe reconsidering this whole idea. Whatever idea had brought him this far.

"I need the money and this was the only job that sounded interesting. I don't see myself as the sales or customer service type." He smiled and showed off really nice, white teeth.

"I'm sure you can do better than this. You're not old, uneducated and you don't look lazy. From reading your letter you seem to have quite a lot of skills: carpentry, mechanic, landscaping... You've done a lot in the last dozen years." He had great hands too. Big hands, strong, capable hands that would feel really good on her skin. "Surely, there is something better paying out there for you."

"On the contrary, Joan, I think this job will pay very well. Better than any I've had up until now." Now the smile turned sexy and it was stunning. She caught herself starring at his lips, the way his mouth moved and the wrinkles on his face, just the way she always liked. No, this wouldn't work at all. He was far too sexy, she'd never be able to do anything but watch him. She'd easily spend a day mooning over him and get nothing else done. This was crazy, he couldn't really just want this job, or her as he seemed to be saying. His face wasn't that honest, good boy type, there was no way she should trust him. Allow him into her home, her life, her bed.

"When can you start?" She asked, surprised to hear the words coming from her mouth.

"I brought everything with me, I can start right now." He leaned forward, taking her hand from the desk and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "Maybe you'd like me to start in the garden? It's a nice day for working outside and there's a lot of cleaning up to do now that Spring is here."

"OK" She said. How did this happen, she was supposed to be the one in charge.

"I'll get started then. Would you like anything first?" He stood, towering over her while she still sat behind her desk.

"No, I've already got coffee and plenty to keep me busy here. Thanks." She wondered if he knew how flustered she felt. His body walked away and slowly her wits returned. She had hired him! Actually hired a hunk of a man to be her husband. What was he expecting, what did he think of her? What would a guy think of a woman who employed a man as a jack of all trades and a jack in her bed at night? Never mind, she told herself. Just push it aside and get to work. Things will sort themselves out. Besides, he must have some ulterior motive and when she found out she'd just ask him to leave. Probably.

Hours later, her coffee cold, she finished writing her article for the newspaper column, stretched her back and flexed her fingers. The house was quiet now that she wasn't so focused on her computer. It was afternoon. Outside she could see him working still. He had worked steadily since the interview. After awhile he had taken off his shirt. It wasn't all that warm out, he seemed to want to show off for her. Now, she was ready to appreciate the show, up close.

Leaving the window view she decided to make some tuna sandwiches and take them outside as a picnic lunch. He had gotten a lot done in the garden. She admired the pile of branches and scrub put aside then turned to admire the man who had done the work. "You work fast."

"Not always, sometimes I like to work slowly, take my time till the job's done." He didn't smile but the look he gave her smoldered. When she said nothing he reached for the old blanket she had brought out for the picnic. She passed it to him, still on auto pilot.

"I made tuna, do you like tuna?" He pulled her and the plate of sandwiches down to the blanket with him. She sat in the middle of his crossed legs, her back against his chest, this was going a bit fast.

"I like tuna. Thanks for lunch but I'm not really hungry for tuna now. I watched you working all morning. You're cute when you work, so focused and so much passion while you write. I kept wanting to go in there and feel that passion, touch you."

"Look, Jack, this is going a bit fast for me. I'm kind of old fashioned, I've never jumped into sex with a man I just hired a few hours ago."

"I understand, you want to know me better. You want to know how I feel about you, if I respect you, if I love you. Women always want that." He laughed softly. "But you hired me to be your husband, to be all those things and do odd jobs too."

"Well, yes, in effect it is sort of a husband job..."

"You think I just read an ad in the newspaper and came over to apply? No, Joan, you're not the only one whose lonely, looking for something more than a warm body to pick up in the local bar. I know who you are. I'm not a stalker but I've looked into you, who you are, the person you are. I wanted to meet you but you never give anyone a chance. Men come onto you and you brush them aside like lint on your sleeve. They don't get close to you and I wanted to get very close to you. So, here I am. Your ad was too good to pass up."

"I don't know what to say."

"That's OK. It is going a bit fast. We can take our time, just know that I'm not letting you get away, you aren't brushing me off your sleeve." Jack picked a sandwich from the plate and let her slip off his lap. When she started to move away he put his hand on the small of her back and drew her to his side.

They ate in silence. Joan listened to the birds, saw a few pecking at the bird feeder he had refilled. It felt kind of nice to be held close, his arm around her back. He smelled nice too, a manly scent on top of some kind of cologne. His arm was warm but the side of her that touched his chest was even warmer.

When the sandwiches were gone he moved the plate off the blanket. "Would you mind getting me some water? I'd get it myself but I don't know where the kitchen is yet."

"Sure, I'll be right back."

Jack quickly stood up and stripped off his pants and boxers. He lay back on the blanket, waiting, thinking of how nice she had felt sitting in his lap. When Joan came back his cock was erect. She was stunned to see him nude.

"Just a nice day to be naked outside, maybe get a bit of tan." He said. "No neighbours can see your backyard, none of the houses are close enough. You don't mind do you?"

"I guess not..." Joan trailed off.

"Come and sit with me again. Let's talk. Did you have any plans for the garden this year? I thought that rose bush that didn't make it could be replaced with something stronger." He waited for her to sit down, pretending to be casual, ignoring his hardening cock.

For some reason she did sit on the blanket again, though a bit farther away than he wanted. "Aren't you cold?" She asked.

"No" He answered, rolling over onto his side closer to her. His arm snaked around her, catching her around the hips, holding her. But that was all he did. The silence stretched out between them. Joan watched a few bugs walk over blanket and onto his naked skin. An ant journeyed up his thigh but he didn't seem to notice. She did, she watched the little legs crawling over his smooth skin, wondering how far the ant would go. How far would he let it go.

He slipped his fingers into the waist of her jeans. "Do you want to test drive me?" He grinned.

Joan decided it was time for her to take back control of things, after all, this was her idea, her home and he was her employee, of sorts. "Yes, I do. Let's see what I'm paying for." She pulled her shirt off over her head, her nipples poked out from a lacy white bra. He unfastened the bra in record time. Next her jeans were being coaxed off. When she was left in just her white panties he sat up, drew her to him and kissed her. It was a dangerous kiss, nothing to be taken lightly. Joan felt he was stamping his ownership on her with his lips.

Before the kiss ended her panties were gone and she was under him. His body was hard and all that male flesh felt so good pressing her into the picnic blanket. Not wasting time, or giving her time to think, he entered her hard and fast. She gasped and tried to twist away. He held her though, pushing his cock all the way inside of her, stretching her pussy and spreading her legs farther apart. "That's it Joan, take me, all of me." His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking the nipple into a stiff peak. "Tell me what you like, what you want." He moaned.

"More." Was all she could say.

Jack pumped his cock into her faster and deeper. The little noises and moans he made excited her, gave her back some of the feeling of power she thought lost. Her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing hard, trapping his cock inside her. Not one to just lie there, Joan raised her head to bite his lip. Her hands went to work on his nipples, pulling them and twisting them, just a little viciously. He didn't seem to mind, grunting once when she twisted a little too hard.

She wanted to feel more of his skin. Sliding her feet up the back of his thighs she poked them into his butt as he pumped his cock in and out of her. She wanted him to play with her breasts but he was completely focused on her pussy. His eyes were closed and it seemed he was only waiting for her. Joan tightened her thighs around him, pulling him down into her, not letting him have any space for moving, keeping him tightly locked into her pussy.

The orgasm building inside of her erupted suddenly, her whole body tensed around him, her fingers grabbed his shoulders and she couldn't hold back a yell of triumph. He came along with her, filling her, grinding his hips into hers.

Their bodies sticky with sweat, getting chilled by the air they remained there, clutched together as the afternoon became the evening. She explored his body, leisurely. He talked to her, telling her how much he wanted her. They made love again when it was almost fully dark outside. But this time he was slow, taking his time to enjoy her, making sure she got to know him really, really well.

Domme with a Soft Edge

2011-04-19T22:33:00.000-04:00

This comes from BDSM Romance, the blog. I like the Domme with a soft touch. Her hat, kind of a romantic look. The gentle control she has and the fact that he is naked and vulnerable while she holds him in place (lightly) holds the tool to punish or just remind him of his place and she is dressed versus wearing something tough and leathery looking.

A Different Way to Eat Men

2011-04-19T21:25:00.000-04:00

I noticed this on FemDom Artists (the post was titled, Men Are Fun to Eat) first.

It originally comes from Nouar's Numnums, a painter in the US. She has an evil sense of humour.

I like this. It's a good spin on men and oral sex. The term cock sucker really annoys me. Why is it something they want done for them and yet they make the term for it a bad, dirty word. You can't have it both ways. If cock sucker is a bad thing you boys better stick to your blow up dolls, knots in trees, sheep or whatever else you stick yourself into.

I'd prefer to eat men like the ladies in the illustration. Whatever you may want to call them, they aren't cock suckers. (Though they may laugh while they bite it off).

Perfect Boobs

2011-04-19T13:44:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday May 05, 2004

I didn't know I have perfect boobs. Now that I know, I'm seriously impressed with myself. I never thought those two roundish lumps could be considered perfect. I've always had a fondness for them. I could even go so far as to say I'm... proud of them. They're not bad as, two roundish lumps stuck to the front of my body, go.

But, to hear they are perfect. Well, that kind of blows my mind. Perfect! Perfect covers a lot of ground.

Perfect is in the eye of the beholder and the hands of the beholder too for that matter. So if he thinks I have perfect boobs, more power to me. More of other things to him but we'll get to that later, much later. Probably long after your bedtime.

So, now I'm sitting pretty. Perfect boobs protruding just a bit more than usual.

It is kind of odd being a woman, having two appendages sticking out in front of you. Can't ignore them. Kind of rude looking I sometimes think. As a high school girl I would just give in to the inevitable and rest my boobs on the desk. It hit at just that level. What else could you do? No one could sit that straight in those hard ass chairs all day. So, boobs ended up sitting on my desk. Maybe that is the secret of my perfect boobs, allowing them their place in the halls of learning.

I also think it's good that I don't always restrain them into boob traps, boulder holders, bras, etc. Let them have a little freedom to bob, bounce and sway. Boobs like to get out a bit, see the world and have some fun. Grrls just want to have fun! All the girls. I think it's cute how some women call them "the girls". I don't do it myself. Maybe it's just that bit too cute for me.

Anyway, me and my perfect boobs are about to hit the shower and get to bed tonight. Boobs are easy to wash. Just soap them up, rub around the nipples, under and around the breast and rinse. Other areas are more complicated, involve more steps and less modesty.

Good night. Sweaty dreams.

If Men had Boobs

2011-04-18T00:25:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday September 06, 2004

Men get off lightly on the body maintenance thing. I sometimes think they should pay us rent for all the oogling, touching and sex stuff. We are the ones who maintain the hair, face, skin, body that they desire. They don't have nearly as much work to their own bodies, shave, wash and that's about it. It's not fair.

I tried to ease up on the whole thing. My exhusband didn't like my unshaved legs. I was ok about them. They still worked for all the regular stuff of life. I could still wash dishes, do laundry and that other stuff. I just skipped that extra 15 minutes of scraping my skin off. Nair is better but it seems to miss spots and the hair grows back far too soon. Plus, if you leave it on too long you get weird marks on your skin.

Not every body part requires that kind of work. Breasts just pretty much keep to themselves. Put on the boulder holder in the morning and they're ok for another day. The problem is when we actually look at them. The magazines tell us how much we sag after 25, 30... 40 (shudder). We are told how unattractive our boobs are once they lose the teenaged perkiness. We don't live in bubbles, some of us have saggy boobs with stretch marks and less than perfect shape and peaches and cream skin is something we think we can still remember.

What if men had boobs. Suddenly, they're faced with the business end of boobs rather than the sex toy side. It's their turn to cope with breastfeeding, breast cancer and bra shopping. I bet that would change their outlook. Let's see them walk around (jog?) with those massive DD cups they lust over. It's different when you're attached to them. Much simpler to just admire them on someone else.

True, the cosmetics, beauty and fashion industry is catching on. Realizing men have been coasting along on aftershave and soap for far too long. But, you can see a huge difference in the beauty aisle geared to women and the small shelf space in the toothpaste aisle set aside for men's beauty treatments.

I think men should take more care with their appearance. After all, we have to look at them. If they want us to stay looking they better do something about it. Of course, some of them look just fine to me.

Just Add Water

2011-04-15T00:11:00.002-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday June 11, 2004

Don't laugh... but did you know people are afraid of me? More specifically, men are afraid of me. I can hear you laughing. It's true though.

Not all men of course. Just those who get a bit close to me and not counting my brother of course. Brothers are on a planet of their own. Boyfriends past are afraid to hurt me. At least that is what I am assuming. I'm not made of glass, china or highly flammable polyester. Yet they fear hurting me. Causing damage. All that stuff. They don't want to tell me when things are over. They hesitate, delay and wait. I'm not sure what they are waiting for. The right time? Is there a right time to break up with someone? How about 4 o'clock? That could become the official right time. Give those guys a proper time to make it easier for them, and me.

It's not fun waiting for a guy to tell you it's over. I don't like it at all. Todd, my ex husband, waited at least 5 months to tell me. All that time I thought he was mad at me for something. He didn't speak to me. How was I to know he was just waiting for the right time?

In the case of Eric, this time I didn't settle for being the princess in the ivory tower. I asked him as directly as I had the courage to do. Even then I waited a week and wrote again to tell him we were broken up myself. I don't see how you can imagine yourself as a couple when it's pretty plain he considers you aren't, in deeds if not in so many words. So Eric is gone. He doesn't want a relationship right now. He is happy with his life as it was, before me.

The whole problem with me, I'm coming to see, is that I take up space. How silly of me. I'd be perfect if I could be invisible and without substance somehow. Or maybe the robot woman.

The match for the robot man I wanted myself. Is that the secret after all this time? Do men and women really not want each other at all. What everyone really wants, the ideal life partner, is mechanical or artificial, perhaps even disposable. Someone you can store under the bed, in the closet, or the garage? Take them out to use as needed and then push them aside into some corner until needed or wanted again. The ultimate relationship is with someone who takes up no space. Maybe robots could be made to shrink when not in use. Just add water to have your instant significant other as desired. You'd never have to make room in your home or your life for an artificial life form.

Which brings you to the point where you have to wonder why you ever wanted it in the first place.

Dom Women and submissive Daddys

2011-04-13T17:36:00.001-04:00

I began looking into the idea of Domme women and submissive Daddys after finding a group for this on Fetlife: Dominant little girls/ submissive daddies. I looked online for more about this idea but came up with very little. The best I found so far is a post on Miss Violette Thorngate.

... the dynamic of a manipulative young girl in control and an older man under her pretty little thumb can be SO exciting!

I also just received a sweet belated Valentine from someone, reminding me that my daddy/Girl role model is the delicious Claudia from Interview with the Vampire. She plays the innocent to manipulate the older men in her life to her advantage, by turns seducing and drawing their pity, threatening and indulging them. One of the best moments for me is the scene in the film when her piano teacher scolds her with a rap on the knuckles for a misplayed piece. She turns to look at him in a sort of incredulity. The next cut has her happily playing the piece perfectly, for her own pleasure, and the teacher slumping over, drained of his life force.

This isn't how I see the submissive Daddy relationship going. The manipulating isn't my thing at all. My games are more along the lines of Scrabble.

Still working on this idea. Trying to understand what makes it appeal to me and how it fits into my Domme philosophy of life. I do know it has a lot more to do with romance and courtship than manipulation.

Take Him By the Ear

2011-04-12T16:38:00.000-04:00

Noticed this on BoldLoft, selling things for long distance couples and other romantics.

Feet and Inches in the Shower

2011-04-12T00:19:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday July 19, 2004

Is it just coincidence that I tend to think of ideas for this column while I'm in the shower?

During tonight's shower I came up with a theory of sorts, something to explain men's preoccupation with their cock size. Yes, one of the things that women have wondered about for ages. Now, I understand. It all makes sense once you consider their need to know numbers when it comes to a woman's body too.

How many times have you been asked for your measurements, your bust size, your weight, height and so on, right down to the length of your hair. Yet, have you ever heard of a woman asking a man for his measurements? Not me. Why is this?

I have a theory about that too. (It was a long, hot, steamy shower).

Men understand what those numbers mean in relation to a woman's body. Women on the other hand, have no idea. Not that we are ignorant, hardly! But, a man can be tall and weigh 200+ pounds and what does that really mean. Is he muscular or chubby? Men's weight gives no clue to their physical build. So what is the point of trying to figure out the numbers. None!

If you tell a man you prefer a 6. Does he assume you are talking about feet or inches? That was something else I thought about while soaping up my various curvy parts. I like a 6, a six footer. What do the inches matter, who sees those anyway?! No, much more impressive to have a 6 footer on your arm. Everyone can see a nice tall man. No one will ask him to open his pants and show his inches.

I think that works in reverse too. Men like women with big boobs cause they show. Other men can see those DD cups and drool over them, but not touch. Other men can penis envy him so he can strut around like a proud cock and it doesn't matter about his actual cock. Hope you are still on the same page here. By this time the mirror was pretty fogged up and I couldn't even see myself to think.

I think it's one of my best theories yet. But, who knows what will come up in tomorrow's shower.

Vocal Restraints

2011-04-09T00:15:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday June 22, 2004

Cruising around, looking at useless stuff today and I came across the words "vocal restraints" in a personal fetish profile. Awesome! One of those things that makes me step back and sigh with pleasure, just imagining the possibilities of vocal restraints.

Of course I had to search for more of it, find out if the reality holds up to my concept of it. I found some really weird stuff. Beyond anything I'd imagined. Check out the link for China Doll. Pretty... interesting.

I prefer my version. Vocal restraints not being a gag but the use of the voice to control. But, that takes a commanding presence among other things. Maybe the gag version of the vocal restraint is more to the liking of the fast food sort of BDSM. It's easier, for sure.

But, why go for the easy way out?

Why not give your sub a command and expect it to be obeyed? It's what he says he wants, right?

Or does he... does he long for the time you will slip up and he can regain his freedom. Silly man.

The whole attraction of D/s to me is the control, the mind games. I like being in charge, knowing he is liking it too. Of course, he can't make it seem too easy, let me think he is liking it too much. Then I'd have to make it just a bit harder (literally) and a bit more challenging for both of us. Soft and nice has it's place, it can be part of Domming. Just think of soft and nice right before the axe falls. From tender to extreme is pretty effective.

That doesn't mean non-physical restraints need to give way to hard core bondage restraints. It just means I need to crack down and make sure he remembers which of us has the remote control and which is the innocent bystander. Speaking of remote controls... oh never mind, I'll save that for another column.

Soon I will find the little man I've wanted to torment for so long. It will be a lot of fun for both of us, but mostly for me. I have so many ideas along the lines of objectification, domestic discipline, humiliation and vocal restraints now too.

Robots Will Kidnap You

2011-04-08T11:39:00.000-04:00

You know you're a bit off from centre when just seeing this sparks your imagination and your lust.

I know it's not just me. There are other people out there who love technology in more literal ways.

Suit and Tie

2011-04-04T22:29:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday April 19, 2003

"Hmm.. Have I told you lately how much I really like a man in a suit?" She purred, her warm breath lifting the hairs along the back of his neck.

"Yes, I think you have, once or twice, usually just when you're working on getting me out of my suit." He laughed wickedly.

"That's just a coincidence." She said. Standing in front of him she leaned into his chest, biting his chin lightly, holding it between her teeth a few seconds. Her tongue played over the stubble left from a long day away at the office.

"I don't think it's a coincidence, especially since it seems to be happening again, right now." His hands wrapped snugly around her waist, fitting her even closer to his body.

A button popped off his white dress shirt as she pulled it from his pants roughly, not caring about buttons as much as skin. Her fingers trailed softly up from his waistband, up over his belly to tease his nipples. "If I say it's a coincidence, that's what it is. Domme is always right." She grinned.

"Is that how it works?"

"Yes." One of her hands wandered over his belly, past his waistband and over his pants to tease the bulge of his cock. "I made dinner and cleaned everything in the kitchen. All that's left for you to do is serve dinner. But you better take off your suit, in case it gets messy."

"That's a good idea, in case you make me get messy." He teased.

She looked up at him with raised eyebrow just the barest trace of a smile on her lips. "You don't need me to be messy. Want to test the theory tonight?"

"I don't think so, testing theories with you is dangerous work. I'd need more insurance."

She laughed, kissed him and stepped back to admire the mussed up look of him. "You look good in a suit. But you'll look even better in just a tie. Why don't you go fold your suit all nice and tidy then come serve dinner. Keep the tie on."

"What if my tie gets messy?"

"...and what if it doesn't, won't that be even more disappointing for you?" She leered at him like the villainess in an old movie.

"Ahh" he sighed, "A woman after my own heart."

"More like a woman after her own dinner. I'm hungry, don't take too long."

He came back and found her sitting in front of the TV, two TV tray tables in front of the couch. A commercial for toothpaste was on as he went into the kitchen to serve dinner. He had expected to serve at the table as they always did. Where did she get TV trays from anyway?

"Dinner is served!" He announced, placing a plate in front of her and his own next to it. "Would you like anything to drink with dinner?"

"Not yet. Come sit down beside me." It wasn't easy to get comfortable with a hot plate and a bare lap. The TV tray wasn't in easy reach for him. She managed just fine though.

"I think I'll just move to the regular table. I don't want anything to spill off my plate." He decided.

Before he stood up she reached into his lap, pushing him back down. "No, you stay here, right beside me. If you sit forward you'll be able to reach the TV tray just fine." So, that's what he did. He was managing all right and nearly finished dinner when her fingers walked their way into his lap.

She was finished and ready for something else. But she wasn't looking at him, her gaze was focused on the TV. A comedy was on, he wasn't sure which one. Being pretty much naked sitting next to her was a big distraction.

Trying to be nonchalant, he opened his thighs, giving her fingers more options. She took them. Slipping her hand around his cock she found the balls. Her touch was light, stroking his balls, finding that place just underneath. When he was fully erect she stopped.

"If you're finished you can clear away the dinner things now. The TV trays fold up and there is enough space between the stove and counter to store them."

"Could it wait for later?" He asked.

"Later than what?" She asked.

"Well, I'm kind of in the middle of something..."

"Yes, you are." She leaned over, put her hands on his shoulders and sealed her mouth over his, kissing him deeply, pressing her body into his. "Now you're even more in the middle of something, but you still need to tidy up." She smiled as their noses touched. "Come back for the big finish." She giggled, licking his stubbly cheek.

With a huge dramatic sigh he stood up, picked up the dishes and left. In the kitchen he rinsed off the dishes and left them to wash later. When he came back for the TV trays she was topless. But, he pretended not to notice. He left with the trays, put them away and waited. The clock hands ticked out one full minute before he walked back out to her. Then he just flopped down on the couch, just out of her reach.

Of course, his erection spoiled the whole act.

"Is this for me?" She asked as she leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock.

"Have you been a good girl, do you deserve a treat?"

"No, I haven't been good at all. I've spent the day plotting my husband's downfall."

"Hmmm, he doesn't look too down." He said.

"He's just trying to be nice about it. I'm spoiled you know?" She stood up and pulled off her jeans. Tonight's panties were red satin with a tiny bow on the front. Just inches from the bow he could see the beginning of a wet spot from her pussy.

"Spoiled? How?" He asked, trying to keep focused on the banter.

Sitting astride his leg she said, "Well, he never says no to me when I do something like this. See what I mean?"

"Ummm yes..."

She picked up his hand and slipped his fingers into the front of her panties. "Or this..." She said. Her hips rocked forward to trap his hand. She picked up his tie, still around his neck and pulled his head to her waiting lips. A soft kiss, dainty licks around his lips, then, when he started to push his tongue into her mouth she bit it and held it between her teeth. Not hard enough to be painful, just enough to keep it there.

Deciding that was enough foreplay he pushed his fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit. His other hand found her breast and the hard nipple. She had to release his tongue as she arched her back and tightened her thighs around his leg.

Now her breasts were in easy reach for sucking on. He took the nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth. She moaned. Her pussy was very wet and his fingers were coated with her juices. She was ready. But he was almost beyond ready. The panties nearly ripped in his urgency to get them out of the way. Using both hands he lifted her hips and waited while she guided his aching cock inside her wet pussy. Then he was inside and she tightened around him, pulling him deeper, making them both moan and wriggle.

"I'm so spoiled." She whispered. He pumped himself into her pussy, hardly aware as she removed his tie. Her breasts bounced as he thrust up into her. He stood up, gripping her hips as her legs wrapped tightly around him. He carried her into the bedroom and fell onto the bed with her on top. Then he noticed the tie in her hands as it dangled down sweeping over his chest.

"Put up your hands." She wrapped the tie around his wrists then looped them through the hooks in the wall. From there it was all her game. She bit his nipples, teased her fingers over his arms, chest and even reached back to tickle his thighs. His gasps, whimpers and moans excited her. Her own moans had him tight fisted, fighting for control and the focus to hold off until she let him come.

Grinding her hips, clenching around his cock she finally orgasmed. Her pussy spasmed once, twice, and then a third time before she gave him the command, "Now!". He came so hard and fast he thought he would buck her right off the bed. But she hung on, riding him to the end.

At last they lay panting together. He reached to pull up a blanket, forgetting he was tied. She grinned up at him. "You really do look good in just a tie and now your arms won't get in the way if I want to have my way with you later." She laughed softly, wriggling into his side, finding the blanket and covering them both, for at least a little while.

Sex Blog Babe

2011-04-02T22:19:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday June 23, 2003

Sex blogs are getting popular, or at least with people who have an interest in reading or writing about sex. This is sort of a sex blog. Not entirely since, for one thing, I'm not having any to write about. For another thing I don't update as often as the blog purists would say is necessary. Anyway, I still don't see myself being a sex blogger. It would be strange to write about my body parts and what I did with them for mass public consumption. It sounds almost pornographic!

For me, wallflower that I am, this is more than enough. It's not easy pulling out some idea worthy of Adult BackWash once a week. Who really feels that absorbed with sex? Not me.

I do think someone who would write a sex blog and keep it updated must have quite a huge preoccupation with sex and sex stuff. Maybe you think it would be easy to write a sex blog cause you think about sex all the time. But, try it.

Anyway, it's interesting to see who writes them. I like to read about the people behind the blogs. What led them to writing a sex blog, what do they get out of it and mostly, what keeps them going.

At least it is a step up from being a phone sex 'actress', at least as I see it. Sex bloggers can set their own hours, be less available physically and emotionally to their customers/ readers. That is an important difference. Pretty much the main reason I can't see myself becoming a phone sex person even though the money would be pretty great if not highly tempting. But, I don't want to have to listen to some guy jerking off and then hanging up on me when he's done. I want to be an important part of the whole process not just some handy tool.

So, the diva in me rises again. No wonder the part of sex blogging that most appeals to me is the fame. Maybe not the fame I always saw for myself when I was growing up, but fame none the less.

Anyway, if I ever do get a sex life again, I'll slip in a few details, a few interesting tidbits, just enough to whet your whistle and keep you wondering if I really did any of that or am I just another wallflower making it all up as I go along. You'll never really know will you. Hopefully I will.

Vampy

2011-04-02T00:50:00.000-04:00

Another from Hips and Curves. This one is even on sale right now. But, I'm not likely to wear a miniskirt.

Sexy Witch

2011-04-02T00:31:00.000-04:00

From Hips and Curves. I remember finding something good there before.

Steel Collar

2011-04-02T00:15:00.001-04:00

A steel collar for your boy toy. It's not a locking collar but that's part of the fun. He doesn't need to be locked up to be owned. This is from an Etsy shop called Sinister.

Early Morning Nightie Conversation

2011-03-30T22:24:00.001-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday May 19, 2003

It's 4:36 am, I don't feel sexy. alluring or all that much like flirting. But, here I am. Alone with my computer and the chirpring birds outside. All I can think about the birds is that the worm population is in big trouble. I didn't think even birds got up this early.

Anyway, to answer the unasked questions. I'm wearing a blue nightie. It's soft and cottony. There is a drawstring neckline. The ribbon slips untied and my cleavage is revealed. I tested it out myself, I wanted to know if I could make the top low enough to expose myself. It seemed important at the time. Some day I won't be the only one appreciating my cleavage.

That's all I'm wearing. No socks, no bra, no panties. Just one short nightie over my skin.

Last night I wore an older nightie, it's leftover from the honeymoon of my marriage. The nightie is long, satiny and slinky. I can fold it up and hold the whole thing in my fist. Though it's long there is almost nothing to the top. It's cut low, so low I can never keep my breasts inside, safe from popping out. The front reveals me all the way down to my belly button. The rest of it is just straps to keep the nightie from falling to the floor. It's pretty, pink, but not something you would want to wear around small children.

It's 4:47 am, the birds are still chirpy outside my window. But, it's time for me to get to bed. I'm so glad I can sleep in tomorrow. It's so nice to stay in bed, warm and cosy, alone with my imagination and my fingers.

Dominant little girls/ submissive daddies

2011-03-29T21:55:00.000-04:00

I found a group on Fetlife that has given me something to think about:

Fetlife: Dominant little girls/ submissive daddies

Description:

You have him wound around your little finger. He adores you, worships you, obeys his precious, demanding little girl.

She's a handful, a spitfire, your spoiled princess, and she rules your world.

That's the official description but I really got a feel for the group when I read a post called Once upon a time...

Clever Spiders

2011-03-29T12:43:00.005-04:00

This comes from the Etsy shop, Sapling Press.

Weird Facts about Cocks

2011-03-28T12:45:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday July 10, 2004

A few weird facts picked up from the web. Made me laugh. I won't tell which ones made me laugh the most.

Actual amout of semen per ejaculation: 1-2 teaspoons

Average number of times a man will ejaculate in his lifetime: 7,200

Average # of times he will ejaculate from masturbation: 2,000

Average total amount of lifetime ejaculate: 14 gallons

Average amount of water it takes to fill a bathtub: 35 gallons

Average # of calories in a teaspoon of semen: 7

Average length of penis when not erect: 3.5 inches

Average length when erect: 5.1

Smallest natural penis recorded: 5/8 of an inch

Largest natural penis recorded: 11 inches

Largest penis in the animal kingdom: 11 feet (blue whale)

Most arousing time of day/season for a man: early morning/fall

Best ways to improve sexual function: quit smoking, start excercising, lose weight.

Foods that improve sex life: lean meat, oysters, seafood, whole grains, and wheat germ

Percent of men who say they masturbate: 60%

Percent of men who say they masturbate at least once a day: 54%

Percent of men who say they feel guilty masturbating that often: 41%

Amount of time needed for a man to regain erection: from 2 min to 2weeks

Average # of erections per day for a man: 11

Average # of erections during the night: 9

In general, the taste of a man's semen varies with his diet:

Some say that the alkaline-based foods (fish and some meats) produce a buttery or fishy taste.

Dairy products can create a foul taste.

The taste of semen after eating asparagus is said to be the foulest.

Acidic fruits and alcohol (except processed liquors) give it a pleasant and sugary taste.

Examples: mangos, oranges, kiwi, lemons, grapefruit, limes, Labatt Blue, Honey Brown

Odors that increase blood flow to the penis: lavender, licorice, chocolate, doughnuts, pumpkin pie. (Happy Thanksgiving!)

Sexually Inhibited Men

2011-03-23T11:45:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday January 31, 2004

"You are a Creative Lover - You aren't obsessed with excitement but enjoy trying new things. You understand that a healthy sex life needs to include some variety, and are secure enough to allow yourself to delve into the unfamiliar. Even when some practices are beyond your realm, you aren't scared or disgusted by those things that others consider pleasurable. Continue to explore your boundaries, and take pleasure in the knowledge that you have achieved a healthy balance in the bedroom -- something that your lover probably takes pleasure in as well! "

The above came from one of those quiz things - "Are you a Boring Lover?" which I found through LonelyHousewife's journal on BackWash.

Why do they assume men are good lovers, or eager lovers? If you read the results of the quiz you get the idea that my lover is a randy stud muffin. Well, he doesn't even exist at the moment. But, aside from that, my past lover was no randy stud muffin. He wasn't all that keen on sex and didn't really want to try new things.

So why do we let them talk to us like that? As if all the inhibitions are on our side. It's not women who are trembling flowers in the bedroom, not in every case. So give us a break!

How can we feel natural about enjoying sex if we keep getting pushed into thinking we should be inhibited and wait for the man to start things. If we waited for him to start things over population would not even be an issue. At least that's what I've found. Your situation may be different. But, I haven't found that many men who really are randy stud muffins. Many of them will do all the talk, keep the porn collections they seem to think they must have but few are really all that sexual when it comes to the reality.

Does he talk about how much he likes to cuddle, spoon in bed and etc. Yes, that's nice. But, that's for after the sex, not the whole show. Sure, some cuddling foreplay might be ok. But, really, before the show starts wouldn't you rather be doing something a bit more energetic and interesting? Maybe you like a little intermission to make it last longer. I wouldn't go into cuddle mode then either.

Anyway, that's my thing about men being sexual animals full of lust. They aren't. If you really want a guaranteed sex maniac try the zoo... or maybe not. They might arrest you for some of those kinkier things. Anyway, have fun and allow yourself to like sex. So what if he's a wet blanket. You've always got your orgasm under fingertip control.

What a Domme Wants

2011-03-21T14:04:00.000-04:00

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday August 20, 2004

What does a Domme want in a sub? Seems that comes up often in the discussion boards. People offer the standard kind of answers like good communication. If you don't know the drill go check it out for yourself on any of several BDSM sites, like CollarMe.com.

But, I have my own ideas about what I'd like a male sub to be and do.

He should know how to read and write English well. He should at least use spell check as all those typos and outright spelling, grammar and punctuation mistakes really irk me. Not that I'm perfect but I do make the effort. When I see male subs who send email full of mistakes I really don't feel encouraged to bother replying. If they aren't interested in really sending me an email why should I take the time to reply. Some of them are so bad when you step back and look it's email barf. All those letters out of place, scrambled like so much alphabetical vomit. You get the idea.

He should understand the difference between a real Domme and a professional Domme. Even the pros are real sometimes. But, unlike the professional Dommes you aren't paying us. Thus we are not here to please you, in your way, on your time, etc. So many don't seem to clue in to this basic piece of information. How can I make it any clearer? I'm not McDomme!

To go along with the McDomme thing he should not expect every woman into being a Domme to be some sort of nasty bitch. Nice grrls like to Dom too. Maybe we aren't as nasty, hard core or brutal as you think you'd like. But, don't expect us to be sweet and syrupy Dommes either. Each is different, with their own fetishes, character quirks and unique ideas to test out on your man body. In fact, I think a nice grrl Domme could be far more devious than someone who's used to be bossy. We've had time to think about it, plan out twisted plots and perfect our wicked ideas.

We do not want a yes man. If you want to be dominated too much it's just not that interesting or challenging. In short, needy subs are too easy and boring. Yes, we know you want to be dommed, just don't make us gag over how easy/ needy you are. Be a man, be a bit butch, a bit strong and silent, a bit tough guy. It's much more fun to find new challenges than to maintain the same routine.

For me personally, I have a strong distaste for forced feminization. I am female and I like being female. To force some guy to be something this good is making being female seem something less than desirable. So to ask me to force feminize is to insult my wonderful gender, my women ancestors and all the women to come. How would you feel if forced masculinity were up there on the block? Would it bother you that being a man was so terrible that people had to be forced into it? Also, I admit, I dislike men who aren't men. If I was into women romantically I might feel differently, but I'm not.

We want a guy who has enough brain cells above the belt to have some interests and hobbies and a career and whatever else that don't revolve around BDSM and sex in general. Men who only want to talk about one subject soon lose my interest. There is more to life. Or there should be. Consider everything passing you by while you're sitting there twiddling yourself. Plus, guys who talk too much about sex are just kind of gross. I picture them as kind of icky and unwashed. Blech!

I expect that will give a few people some ideas. Or not. Anyway, I'm done with the advice of the week. Get out there and find someone to share all your wonderful, wicked, wayward ideas with. Good luck!