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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 ask you this question…are we breast obsessed?

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If you don’t have handles installed…you make them.

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(Taken at the Utah Rebellion)

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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.

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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?”

More to come for sure….

Meow

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I’m in love with gas masks. I must get some.

In Podcast Episode 1, I talked about a Gas Mask scene I participated in. Since then I’ve had a serious jones for them.

In memory of that…I submit the following pictures.

latex and barbwire nurse

Toxic Mary

Honest Abe?

Nuns with Masks and Guns

Jackle

Steampunk Mask

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