Wednesday, February 25, 2009


There's a freshman on campus whom Master and I are friends with; I'll name her Juniper. She's a very interesting lady; though she's been sexually active for many years, she knows next to nothing about kink (not that there's anything wrong with that). When she first heard me and my kinky friends talking about it, her reactions were generally along the lines of, "That's messed up!" and "Why would you do that?" However, she would also listen attentively to our answers, and ask more - especially when she learned that Spot had been a prodomme over the summer. It was pretty apparent she was interested.

Last night she and I, along with a few others, stayed up late chatting about various things, and one of the things that came up was BDSM. Juniper said, "Yeah, I really should talk to some of you guys about that sometime. Like maybe [Spot] or [Lupa]. I really want to know more." I told her that she could ask me or Master any time, as well.

Ironically, Master and I, having noticed Juniper's interest in kink, had discussed the night before about asking her if she'd like us to introduce her to some aspects of BDSM. It'd be just bondage, paddling, that kind of thing - no sex, like when we're playing with Lupa. I think it'd be fun, and I think she'd enjoy it, though we haven't explicitly broached the subject with her. The only thing that makes me apprehensive is that she has a history of abuse, which she's said colors her reaction to BDSM. It doesn't turn her off completely from kink; she recognizes that abuse and BDSM are completely different, but she still gets that initial aversion.

Though we'd very thoroughly talk over what we would and wouldn't do and all that, I still am a little worried about accidentally triggering her during any playtime we have. I don't want to do that to a friend, even unintentionally. We'll probably have to discuss that when/if we do negotiate a play scene.

Monday, February 23, 2009


Master has decided that he'd like to build some bondage furniture. He really like's the St. Andrew's cross (as do I!) but it's too difficult for people with minimal woodworking skills and tools (like us) to do.

I'd like to make a spanking bench out of an old sawhorse; I've also seen some lattice-type pieces that would be super-easy to make and lend themselves to a huge variety of standing positions.

The question is: where would we store it when it's not in use?

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Homework leads to a short post

Impromptu spanking/paddling sessions are so much fun.

Being led around the apartment on a leash makes me all nostalgic.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

My $0.02

(Warning: this post was made late at night when I was rather tired, so the ideas presented herein probably aren't completely thought-out. Be that as it may...)

A lot of "feminist" detractors point to the seeming preponderance of M/f relationships as "proof" that kink is a tool of teh Patriarchy to oppress women.

I have to wonder if they're looking at actual statistics, or just what they've seen from porn. If the latter, I feel compelled to point out that - surprise! - porn is a fantastical, stylized distortion of reality. Fun, amusing, outrageous, sexy? Yes, but not reality. Also - and you'd think they'd know this - porn is heavily influenced by patriarchal standards, which dictate that Men Must Always Be Dominant even when that attitude isn't shared by many people.

There's also the fact that said patriarchal standards condemn F/m relationships because the woman is a "ball-buster" and a "domineering bitch" while the man is "emasculated" and "pussy-whipped," which would understandably make people in F/m relationships more likely to be closeted... hence their underrepresentation in kink communities.

I dunno about you guys, but from where I'm standing The Patriarchy (with a capital P!) seems to hurt kinksters more than benefit from them.

Just sayin'.

Monday, February 9, 2009


Master and I have recently started a new routine when I spend the night: as he brushes his teeth and futzes around, I make the bed. When I'm done, I strip down (I normally sleep in the nude) and curl up in my kitty-corner next to the bed and wait for Master to arrive.

He turns off the light and climbs into bed, and I ask if I can climb in too. He sometimes says "yes" right away, but usually he says "no" or "not yet." Then I curl up in my kitty corner while he scritches my head and he'll ask me a few questions - "Have you been a good girl today?" "Why do you like being my kitten?" - stuff like that. After talking for a few minutes, he lets me into bed, and we snuggle. ^_^

*warm fuzzies*

Sunday, February 8, 2009


I had no idea how much I crave spanking until it was withheld.

"What are you thinking about, pet?" Master asked me as he caressed my nude body.

"I'm thinking I hope you spank me."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Because I like it." My voice was high-pitched, innocent.

"Hmmm... Have you been a bad girl?"

"Yes!" I chirped immediately, playing along.

"What have you done to make you a bad girl?"

The question made me pause. What had I done? Normally I don't have to enumerate my transgressions. I wracked my mind for something to confess. "Umm... I... I didn't practice today!" I said, as I had forgotten to do my anal training that morning.

Master thought for a moment. "Well, since that only affects you and not me, that's not worthy of punishment."

Dammit! "Uh... I didn't help with the dishes!"

"Yes you did."

Oh yeah... Shit. I desperately tried to think of an offense that met his parameters; as I did, he moved down to the foot of the bed, spread my legs and began to eat me out. I whimpered, gasped, and wriggled in his grasp. How was I supposed to think while he was doing that?! Which was exactly what he wanted. It felt so good, so good... but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be spanked. I wanted to feel my cheeks burn and sting from the blows. Why wouldn't he spank me? "I... I can't think of anything!" I whimpered, close to tears.

Master stopped, sat up. "You can't?" I shook my head, and with startling quickness he flipped me over onto my stomach and held me there. "I ask you to do one simple thing... and you can't even do that?"

A knot built up in my throat, and I sniffled. I knew where he was going - his intent the entire time was to spank me for failing to come up with a reason for him to spank me, but I just wanted him to do it already! Please, please, please, oh please, I needed it so badly - I'd been looking forward to it all week...

Smack. As his hand connected with my ass, I felt a jolt ripple through me, followed by that pleasing, tingling warmth, and all my tension and bad feelings melted away. Ah, that's better.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I've wanted to get a tattoo for a long time. However, I've wavered on what exactly to get.

Currently I'm leaning towards getting the BDSM triskele pictured here. Well, this isn't exactly the BDSM triskele, apparently, but a common variant that I think would be recognized by most people in the scene.

I'm not worried about the permanence. Should I be? Kink has become a major influence on my life - I'm in a 24/7 relationship, for gods' sake! - but, on the other hand, Master and I articulated our power exchange only a year ago or so, and our relationship has already evolved and developed into something slightly different. My relationship with BDSM will probably change in the future too.

Of course, I write all this counter-argument as a formality, but I don't honestly think I could ever completely rid my life of kink. It's part of my identity now, and I really would like to have a physical sign of that. I want to subtly let other kinksters know that I'm one of them, to bring a knowing smile to their faces when we pass on the street.

The question is: where would I have it? I kind of like the idea of having it on the underside of my lower arm - on the meaty part right below the elbow - but then I wouldn't be able to wear short-sleeved things at work... if I were working at a place that didn't like tattoos, anyway. Then again, a place that allowed short sleeves also probably would be fine with tattoos...

We'll see. I don't exactly have the money for it right now, and there isn't a decent tattoo artist for at least 60 miles, anyway.