In Episode 15 of the Fetishcast (that’s our Podcast), we talked about Mezophilia. What the hell is that? Well! It’s the sexual arousal from breasts!
Now the question is this…is it real? (Besides just the regular Titty fascination.)
Nexus Newspapers wrote a great article entitled “Beauty and the breast” that nuzzles right into this topic.
“If there’s any elegance, design, and comfort in the universe—as all of our art, praise, and worship seem to unceasingly suggest—so much of it is found in these curiously haunting curves.
Are we a breast-obsessed culture? Breast fetishism, called mazophilia, involves a psychological and sexual interest amongst men and women for female breasts.”
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.
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?”
A house, a gathering of people and rooms filled with devious intent played out on personal stages.
That was my first BDSM play party. I had strict instructions to observe. I was not to participate in any way. It was a difficult box to live in since my nature is to watch, break out and jump in.
I wanted to experience, feel, throw the tails and taste the whip.
So much soaked in. So much…
The party ended. A whole Lifestyle began. All that I knew I was became valid.
Oh, there I stood. Captain of my ship. Master of all things! I held the ropes and steered my …
…right.
I speak of a fun scene I tested out this past weekend.
Seemingly simple. In reality? Not so much.
This is part of the fun involved in creating and taking risks. My sub for that scene was marvelous (and her partner most generous). Even though bits and pieces fell to chaos, it was a blast and her feedback gave me the fuel needed to refine.
New knots, new clips, a slightly different layout for the ropework.
For me this isn’t about perfection…it’s about expanding knowledge, experience and adding moments.
And, of course, it’s about having fun – if that ever stops, then it will be time for me to quit.
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