I had my first session with my ponyboy… it went so well I even attached a video for your enjoyment. (Yes I am trying to be funny…)
This video represents how intense it made me feel.
Who says that having sex with your pony boy equates to bestiality? If you ask me… they are full of it. However, should I be concerned that he is hung like a horse?
I had to discipline him this evening. It was quite empowering to be in my 6″ heels, wielding my crop, and holding the reigns attached to his head piece harness. I think I did a good job… either that or I should look into some salt peter.
I need a name for my pony… any suggestions?
I finished the evening by fitting a CB3000 and attaching my padlock. Got to train him to be a good pony. Enjoy the video, it is pretty funny, and plus hearing Joan Collins say fuck is priceless.
More to come, we must get crackin… we have a fetish event coming up… and I would love to bring my pony with me!
Meow!
I had my first session with my ponyboy… it went so well I even attached a video for your enjoyment. … yes I am trying to be funny… this video represents how intense it was. But who says that having sex with your pony boy equates to beastiality? If you ask me… they are full of it. However, should I be concerned that he is hung like a horse?I had to discipline him this evening. It was quite empowering to be in my 6″ heels, weilding my crop, and holding the reigns in his harness. It really turned me on… I think I did a good job… either that or I should look into some salt peter.
I have been flirting with this for a while, and enjoy seeing the results. It heightens response and is just plain fun, even to the limited extent I’ve been able to accomplish with my playmates. I’m talking Sensory Deprivation here folks.
I had remembered reading something in my mid-20’s that if you restrained somebody, it intensified feelings, and reactions in other parts of their bodies, primarily because of how the mind compensates (the situation in question was a fight but the principle was sound).
Eventually I persuaded my lover to allow the tying of her hands to the headboard of my bed. Starting at her lips I began to stroke, tickle and tease my way to her toes, before returning, and starting over. She squealed and squirmed as though possessed, and afterward told me it was the hottest thing she’d done. It was very intense and intimate. We tried on other occasions, but it lacked the spontaneity and previous intensity.
Fast forward to Now, where I’m wanting to take this further, moving it into BDSM play where I can exploit several sensations at once. I think a 4 hour session, tied into a chair; gagged, blindfolded and with pink-noise piped to her ears, should provide suitable disorientation. Then I’ll be able to apply some sensation play *evil grin*
I foresee a woman straining at her bonds, sweating (oops sorry ,, I forget you ladies don’t sweat, you glow), wondering if it’ll be a cane or a kiss to caress her warm flesh next. Will I force her to a series of orgasms or simply leave her in a dark, static-filled void? Maybe I’ll allow myself some mood lighting, and a mask for when I remove the blindfold…..
I know it excites the sadistic part of me, the voyeur and the creative. Now, where is that rope?
I’d like to talk about our experiences with fisting, the mess, joy, love and hate of it.
Also, perhaps our intial fears of it. How we researched the techniques and some tips for those interested in beginning.
A recent round table (The Fetishcast podcast #7 recording, available now) talked about ‘Objectification’. Now, being somewhat of a sadistic bastard, I thought about this as my partner in crime and I drove home. I thought on it more as she asked me to reach into the cupboard and pass her a jar that was out of reach. My mind started ticking away again. “Could you hold these coats for me please while I just clean up”. I smiled (with just a hint of malicious intent) and replied “sure I can”. Click. Whir.
By the end of the evening I had been used as a coat rack, an extension ‘claw’, and a dildo (yes I lay back and took one for the team- grinning with evil payback in mind).
On this occasion, because my mind was deviously working overtime, I kept grinning in the dark, enjoying myself. Then a day later, when my partner was becoming worried about not pleasing me, she stared horrified as I explained my thoughts to her; then after explaining a little about topping me from the bottom, proceeded to ‘punish’ her (and yes I had that evil grin all over my face).
The point being, when you look at a relationship, we do many things for each other to make Life simpler, flow more smoothly, typically unconditionally and without thinking about any underlying motives. From a BDSM perspective, we can turn many of those things into objectification by simply commenting on the function we require our submissive / slave/ play-partner to take on.
I was asked recently about how I would introduce someone to the world of BDSM. I thought about it, and decided I prefer my way best. I do this by suggesting somewhere everyone involved can be comfortable, with little or no time constraint, get a drink and talk about ideas, thoughts and desires, and often, expectations.
So, after getting a couple of basic thoughts and precautions out of the way, where do I begin? Certainly there are forms of verbal and mental dominance that can be practiced anywhere, even by text and email if you cannot, or aren’t ready to, meet face to face, although online feels too surreal and ‘distant’ to me,(you are not to talk to strangers, you can only wear blue clothing today, you need to ask the person in charge/boss/supervisor if you can use the bathroom every time you need it).
For more physical play, I tend to start with a little wax play, or a spanking. The wax is fun, messy, just a little kinky and yet not too far from Vanilla. Spanking, well that’s another matter entirely.
To me, spanking a woman can be taken in several different directions. I find it intimate; the closeness, the scent of her, the warmth as I pull her tight to me as she positions herself over my knee.
I prefer a woman in bra and panties over my knee, but it’s also a thrill when I have a woman in a skirt needing a spanking. Instructing her to raise the rear to expose her panties and loosen her blouse. Have her drape herself across my knees and lock her in place with the elbow of my ‘free’ arm and proceed to caress and gently warm her backside with my hand. I use it frequently as either punishment or reward (bad girls are spanked; good girls are spanked and get ice-cream).
This spanking process lets me break someone into my world of Kink gently. It can be a great alone or as foreplay, as warm up to (or cool down from) a more intense scene. It is also a doorway to more play, and further discussions as interest is piqued.
Once you use them (or have them used on you) chances are you’ll love them.
Body Hook
Attach them to a needle, thread them through you and let them integrate?
The hook becomes a focal point for energy, control and emotion. A beautiful thing to experience.
I admit they’re a bit frightening to look at. You see one of these bastards come out of the package, realize it’s going through bits of you and there’s some fear involved! No need. It’s all good.
I’ve done the Energy Pull — an amazing experience I can’t recommend enough! Now I’m thinking about some new methods in which to use my poky friends.
Obviously…the inspiration from movies like “Hellraiser” come to mind.
Yeah, I know. The object of any scene involving hooks is not to rip your submissive’s face off. But it’s a damn cool image to use as a starting point.
The talks have started, the plan is in mind.
Now it’s just time to seal it down and make it happen.
As summer heat builds it’s time to get back to the foundations of training my wife to be my submissive.
We met as Kinks. We fucked as Kinks. We’ve built a life as Kinks. Until this year, we did not live this life 24/7. We carefully segregated our time.
We still do. Our family life is key, so we’ve carefully devised a plan to blend our Kink into the daily life of time as a family. It’s subterranean around the children, they see nothing. We expose them to nothing.
Yet, it’s there. And we are conducting the training 24/7.
How? Well, I’ll go into that over time.
In the mean time, training.
DE’s resistant and independent spirit will be used to forge her into a powerful submissive and a mighty Domme.
After watching a scene, a friend of mine was putting her “toys” back into her box. There they were… a pair of Leg Irons. My feet shot out, my mouth salivated, my pulse raced. They were a birthday present from her husband. She grinned ear to ear and was all to happy to accommodate my wish. She then realized her matching wrist irons were in the car! 5 minutes later I was “in irons”, and in my mind, my own personal slice of submissive heaven. As I moved around the party, socialized and smoked, I could not help but grin ear to ear. Feeling the cold chains on my skin refreshing. Being teased, touched, and paddled a few times playfully. Is this what it feels like to “play” at a party? Why in the hell has it taken me so long? This was my 5th event, and I must say it was a night full of “Firsts” for this cat.
3 hours later, the irons were removed. I sat and pondered, as I watched a suspension scene, a flogging scene, fellow party goers showing off their toys, what am I to do next? Flogging? No, not yet. Rope? Nah, don’t have the guts to ask. Then I saw her… another friend of mine, who is well known for her imagination, sadistic streak and skill with needle play. She had this surgical stapler in her toy box, that I have been curious as hell about, but afraid to try. So I asked her, and she just grinned her beautiful hazel eyed smile.
Needless to say, I ended the evening with 16 staples and pretty yellow ribbon. I was pleasantly surprised, and loved the sensation. (especially one in each nipple allowing for my tassels) I left the staples & ribbon in for about an hour or more as I moved around the party. Relishing in each of my movements, as they tugged, pulled and strained my skin.
I am in no way a “pain slut” but this sensation and feeling of Saturday evening are ones that I will not soon forget. For those that know me, they know it was a big step for me. I gleefully claim that I crave more of these “sensations” as I move down this path. It makes me think and ponder this one question “Why did I wait so long?”
Minions – I love the sound of the word and I love the thought of having them. I like the thought of twisting it around a bit and making something new. I don’t want a “follower” (that brings up images of a brainless thing…definitely don’t want that!)
I do want someone to do (or be subject to) my bidding – but not a slave.
In the meantime I must begin training DE (oh yes…)
So, how does one go about getting a minion? Well, when I decide to bring one in…I’ll simply ask the appropriate person(s).
Pretty much seems like the best way.
minion. (2009). In Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary.
Retrieved July 21, 2009, from http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/minion
I have come to a conclusion, I am a Switch. What does this mean to me? Well… to me it means that I am on a path to fulfilling many dreams and fantasies, to fulfill my hearts desire. To learn, to live, to laugh, and to play with abandon in many different roles. To be an explorer in, what is to me, a whole new world. This uncharted territory has breathed new life into who Meow is and who I wish to be. In theory, I shall eventually be able to have my cake and eat it too!
Since I was 10 I have had dreams of bondage, servitude, and erotic encounters. From 18 to 26 I was a slut on the loose, testing, tasting and trying different men from all over the world literally. (I should own part of Trojan by now!) For 14 years I was married, and thought it best to stuff the slut with kinky dreams into the closet. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Now I am 40 For the last two years, I have been unbinding Meow, trying to set me free from the closet I was in. There are some days that I think it would be best (easier) to retreat to my safe dark closet, and then I realize what an opportunity I have before me. I have an opportunity to be happy again, the chance to be me!
In March of 2009 I found my local community quite by accident. It has been the best thing ever! Since my introduction to the community I have been just a voyeur, an observer, a student of kink if you will. It has been a feast for my mind, it has opened it to so many possibilities, and helped fodder new and twisted fantasies. I have met wonderful people, forged new friendships, and I get to participate in the GREATEST PodCast EVER! During this time, I have also come to reflect on where I fit. What label, if any, best suits Meow. I am a switch, I like and am intrigued by many things within this lifestyle (if you choose to call it that). I am on this adventure that is promised to be filled with both good and bad experiences, but regardless they will all be learning experiences. I am excited at what my future holds, fore I am a deviant sexual creature, who has the curiosity of a cat, and I still have 9 lives left! Stay tuned for updates… soon to come!
