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.”
DarlingEvil went upstairs, pulled out a couple of lingerie selections, stripped down and put on sexy skins of evil. After a few tweaks of the lighting, opening a window (those damn things get very hot) and fitting the proper lens, we were ready.
Thirty pictures to memory in seconds. DarlingEvil flowed from pose to pose naturally as I caught each sizzling image. I went to our Green Bag of Evil and pulled out a ball gag. It clicked against her teeth. I twisted on a different lens, got close and pressed the shutter closed.
Exaggerated fear, the false lashes, high contrast and a bit of lens distortion combined to make a great photo. Her breath hissed through the holes and saliva glistened on her lips. We continued.
Later, it was a new outfit. Turquoise bra and garter, ass and pussy exposed. The lights went down to one small floor lamp. Deep shadow and harsh light framed DE as she sat on the floor, submissive — with a vampish grin. She looked away and I caught an image we immediately loved.
More images, more poses, I wired her into a TENS unit…but that’s another post.
Last Saturday we had a few friends over. A primary of the evening was “Photo Shoot” in our revamped dungeon. Earlier that day DE and I had been gifted with two pairs of very nice handcuffs.
By looking at the title and the above paragraph can you guess where this is going? Hint…
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The control, evil and power you have (even by the sound) with a pair of Cuffs is one of my favorites. It’s an awesome responsibility and a tool anyone can use.
Not to mention, they make GREAT objects in a photograph!
Yes, we did use both pair. Yes, I will post pictures of them in action…soon. For now, however, this is what you get.
Enjoy…
Besides, what more could you want? Fuck Me Boots, fishnets and handcuffs on a very sexy woman?
This isn’t something I do at many play parties. Occasionally I’ll pull out the stops and do something a bit more “stepped” if I feel the urge – or if it’s requested by someone I feel can handle it.
Sexual torture scenes, Edge Play, breaking a sub to the point of tears can really upset people…even those who have seen and been around the variety of sights.
Last Saturday I was asked to break a fellow Dom/Daddy’s girl. She loved the pain of “sharp, stingy” toys – canes, paddles, hard leather, nails, hair pulling. But adding the pain of continuous assault, sharp commands, holding her up by her hair as she tried to evade the blows…
…that was fun.
It’s something to be careful with. You must be in tune with your sub. Be sure they’re breathing. Be sure they’re not going into hysterics and that you’re not causing psychological damage. The point is to help them Release, not Harm them.
In my private scenes? Hehehe…believe me when I tell you — It gets MUCH more extreme.
Start with the drinks. The conversation, the music. Some light snacks. Looks play from eye to eye, transmissions of play – raw sexuality.
It’s an agreement made softly, wordlessly. At some point a comfort level is reached and some utters the words. The laughter, the eyes flashing – smiling. We step into the bedroom.
We’re naked.
I watch you move to the bed with him. I feel the smile curve my lips. Seeing you with other men, other women, it twists me so well inside. I want.
I move to her, and we begin.
The four of us on the bed, touching, tasting, fucking.
Gasps, laughs, moans and orgasms. The sound of you in the other room, your voice pitching up as he moves inside you. Seeing her sitting over your face, playing with your nipples as your tongue worked her clit.
You touched her as I fucked her. I felt your nails scratching into my skin…biting deep and leaving marks.
When we came home I watched you in the dark, listened to you falling asleep.
Holding your hand.
Being so in love with you as I drifted into the black.
The things I could tell you. The sounds, the sensations from above as a sub squirms under the subtle plop and delayed burn of wax. It’s one of my favorite activities…measuring the height (to ensure the proper heat upon delivery – one drop at a time). Looking at the color of the candle (yes it makes a difference, depending on the material used to make the candle). What kind of candle is it? Pillar? Taper? Tea? That will effect the burn.
Restraints required for Waxing
What about the soy candles I hear talk of? Personally, I don’t enjoy them. To me, they’re pedestrian - Hobbyist waxing tools. Messy, watery (for “wax”) and hard to clean up…plus they’re way too cool.
It's about the burn
We’ll definitely get more in-depth with waxing soon. Next up? Removal…with a blade.
We have a life. Many of us share a home with “people” we don’t care to share knowledge of our habbits with. I’m sure all agree that we deserve some space to string a few people up now and then, but how?
These fine folks solved that problem in their partially finished basement. By removing a bit of ceiling panel, drilling a few holes in a ceiling joist and screwing in some hooks…voila! A play space was born!
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