Sort of answer the first, with the second. But suffice to say I think I’d be classified as “kinky” and I can vouch for Charmer holding that banner as well. Weird thought, interesting label, but it got me thinking about that. Well, that and a series of posts about Chastity (think diamonds) and so much more.Continue reading
We’ve not received the volume of negative comments that others do, for that, I’m not at all unhappy. But we did receive one the other day that actually had me thinking.
In essence, (paraphrased) “What makes you so special? FLR and D/s and these things all of you write about don’t make you better than (me) and I’m sick of reading about it. People without this aren’t less happy, less sexy, less (fill in the blank)… Stop dictating how people should live!”
In essence, SHUT UP ABOUT IT.Continue reading
I always see these checklist of stuff that people (may) like to do, be, participate in, have done, whatever. I’m sure you’ve seen them – my favorite was a Periodic Table of Kink where it showed, by “type” different things people may be interested in. My OCD loves that it’s broken into the different areas and ideas.
But, of course, as soon as you start really looking, you find that there are so very many things (let alone Rule 34) that people like to do. You can see this on Fetlife too – 1000’s of kinks, from situational to objects to every combination you can imagine.Continue reading
It’s intteresting… when I have met people in “the community” (online, I mean, come on, I’m a chicken-sh*t in person) it takes them awhile to figure out the moniker.Continue reading
What a glorious day – the beach is beautiful, the sun is perfect. Not too hot, but that special warmth on the skin that makes you want to just take pause and lean back and enjoy it. There’s a slight breeze even, coming off the ocean and through the small bushes and trees up and down the beach. We have this perfect spot, clean sand, some greenery, easy short trip to the cabana bar and just… silence.
Just in case it’s no…
One of the things about chastity toys and devices and how you approach it is that it’s so different person-to-person – or at least you have a lot of options in how you want to approach it. For some it’s outright denial. For others it’s a bondage-type thing. For still others it’s a “control” thing.
For some, the steel is a great thing. And that’s just an initial pass, and doesn’t take into account power exchange stuff or any combination of these and other things.
Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited. They were all women. You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc. You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun. Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.
We’d spent the entire day walking and joking and eating and drinking and just exploring. We’d never been to this town before – and that was why we chose it – just completely unknown. Kind of lost track of the number of pubs and taste-testing of food.
It’s also been raining all day. The kind of rain that defeats the umbrella – where it’s just insistent and continuous and you eventually almost give up on it… and just fold up the umbrella.
We’re soaked to the core. The crowds are non-existent because of the rain and we’re enjoying just being silly, splashing around, goofing off a bit.
As night falls, the shops start to close up and we hunker down in a pub a bit out of the way that happens to still be open. We’re looking for some drinks and food and you start dropping little hints. You’ve turned the conversation into a bit of a Q&A, “what if I required you to do…” type questions. It’s a little out of the blue, but for the most part, I can admit I’m game.
Pardon me while I stretch a bit… it can be fun to be lazy…