While home sick I watched a movie I’ve had kicking around for some time. It’s a French film (so you’ll have to either understand French or read subtitles), but don’t worry, the movie has relatively little dialog.
I won’t give much away here. But I will say this is really two movies in one; what does that mean? Well, get it and find out. It is NOT a pic for the squeamish. There is extreme violence and gore. The psychological elements will end a lot of viewers and the twists are glorious (the ending even made me cackle with unexpected glee).
This is what Hostel should have been (with a bit of a female twist)…but sorry, there’s no sex here. This is straight from the creepy to the down-right wrong.
I enjoy listening to as many other Kinky podcasts as possible. One of my favorites is the Masocast. Very enlightening!
His episode “Reaction Junkie” had a particular impact. This is the excerpt:
A conversation with Sascha about different kinds of non-monogamy, advice for men who email her, merging her halves and more.
Pretty much every one of those talking points…spoke to me. I always struggle to define (or NOT define) my non-monogamy, I am baffled by some of the communication from the people who contact me (both men and women) and walking with an animal inside is always a good time.
Listen to it. There is MUCH insight. Get familiar with the host. You can find him on Twitter: @unspeakableaxe. We’re also trading interviews before too long!
I have a friend with a fetish that’s a good example of the case. He is a controlling guy who can’t stop feeling sexually jealous of the wife he’s been with for ten years. When she made a cake for her officemates last month, he complained that she was trying to seduce a coworker. When she flirted with a waiter once, he went into a rage at the restaurant.
In the bedroom, only one strange scenario satisfies him. He likes to be faux-humiliated–or made a cuckold in the form of play. About once a week, the couple goes online to find a woman willing to join in their specific bedroom scenario. The scene is always roughly the same: The husband tries to seduce the new woman, but she rejects him. She says she’d rather have his wife. The two women engage each other, all along verbally berating the man, calling him “cuckold,” “frat boy,” “limp dick.” The humiliation excites and satisfies the husband. But if the scenario ever loses the script–if the two women really do hit it off and stop “faux-humiliating” the husband–the husband gets angry. In that case, he is no longer being faux rejected but truly rejected. Overwhelmed, he has to stop the role play.
I’ve thought of that fetish in the same light as an obsessive-compulsive tendency. This is a man who can’t handle his baseline feelings of shame–the potential to be humiliated, to lose his woman’s love or his sense of control in real life. So he sets up tightly-orchestrated scenarios in which he can live out the “normal” human emotion of shame, to some extent. Here, he still controls the timing of the shame. He’s the one directing it. He’s the one who can turn it off. He can enter the real world through his own tightly-imposed organization.
I’ve recently heard a nice turn of phrase, which is that we do most of what we do to live within our “safety range.” We each feel safe in different activities. Some of us feel safe when we’re exercising physical power, even if that means jumping out of planes. Some of us feel safe in obedience. Some of us feel safe by maniacally compartmentalizing things that overwhelm us.
I wonder if you know of an anxiety you deal with through heightened orderliness. A friend recently gave me an example as easy as this: In graduate school, he always needed to clean his room before he started studying. He simply needed to impose some order on the external world, to make the mess of the internal world feel less like a mess.
I have some mild compartmentalizing tendencies, too: I need the gym every day as a scheduled release of anxious energy. I snack rather than indulge in big meals, controlling intake that way. I keep messy stacks of paper around the house, which I know the contents of pretty completely.
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Something about the feminine mystique combined with a sharpened edge…put them together.
I love watching women with knives. I love playing with women with knives. The thrill, electric, powerful, intense.
When I was younger the joy began with a rather twisted partner who took me to her bed with blades. We fucked and cut – soaking the sheets with sweat and blood as I rode her. I remember looking down on her smile, dreamy eyes, the dull gleam of metal and glisten of blood.
A scene that’s sometimes repeated…from time to time.
I asked this question on FriendFeed yesterday and got a fairly typical response. It was simply a response from a fairly “vanilla” audience. So I ask a more “Kink-centric” audience the question.
When do you consider a relationship “Open”?
Is it the act of letting go of your partner while they play in a Scene with another?
Is it you or your partner participating in the various acts of sex in all it’s various and wonderful forms with another?
I’m not talking about Polyamory. I’m addressing the concept of Open relationships. Engaging in Play (provide your own definition of that word) without the additional attachment you find in Poly situations.
The rush outside on a cold night, huddled to the car and in. Spin the key and coax a sleeping engine awake while shifting those knowing looks.
The defroster roars.
We drive (in mile round circles) just long enough to get the car warm enough to fuck.
Back into some Executive parking spot under the dark stare of blank windows and begin the cramped foreplay that only happens in cars.
This used to be so much easier in teenage years when pure lust and flexibility numbed self-preservation and muscle cramps. No matter. We laugh our way through the clothes and flip naked into the back, pushing hard against each other – biting and scratching in ways we never would have as naive teens.
Mid-spank (I think the count was 12?) a car flashes into the parking lot. The lights glare us into a huddled crouch before it dawns on us that the windows are almost as dark as the night.
And they’re fogged.
I swing down into 13. The upholstery muffles your scream.
3/4’s to climax I find that broken arm-rest. The metal band bites into my back and tears into my left ass-cheek. I shout, you laugh, we fuck harder.
Topic 3: Bloodplay/Bloodsports. Resurgence of the vampire and interest in blood play in scenes. Safety, types,
precautions. Cutting for “self harm” vs cutting in BSDM play. Difference? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_fetishism
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.
Do Men Sleep Around More Than Women? It talks about how men generally overestimate their number of sexual partners. Women, it seems, tend to keep a running tally and remember pretty much everything about their partners.
Hmmm. Personal experience here? I’ve not got a “promiscuous” history, and the number of partners I’ve had has increased significantly in just the last 5-7 years. But most of the women I know STILL out number the partners they’ve had.
And no…I remember VERY little about my partners. I could give an accurate number, but names? Other details? Not a chance.
Does this make me a man-whore?
And what’s your experience? Who’s accurate and to what detail?
I’ve written about this before and one bit we can all agree on?
This is an issue with a fight behind it.
The reasons behind a lack of sex in Scenes at public parties are long, varied and possibly tragic. Sometimes I wish they’d change…othertimes I’m happy with them being the way they are.
(I miss the Grottos and Nookie Rooms)…
Granted, sex is Not a required component to a good BDSM scene…it can be a fun one. Sexual Domination is a great skill when used properly!
So I’m curious.
What are your thoughts?
Would Sex during Scenes freak you out or add to the experience?
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