Friday, July 28, 2006

Pervertables

Everyday Objects and BDSM, aka Pervertables!

We have all had fun with every day objects in a D/s setting I am sure, I know I have, there are a plethora of items at your fingertips after all. I started wondering about whole scenes using only these objects, to say my imagination went into overdrive would be fair!!

Cling film, used to wrap the sub from shoulders to feet. I like adding balls of cling film to the palms of the hands and making the sub hold them, arms crossed over the chest. 1) for comfort, the fingers can move a little and are less likely to become numb and 2) the way I wrap the hands makes escape almost impossible. I say almost, because I am sure one day someone will escape and I will have to rethink that! A cushion of cling film between knees and ankles again aids comfort of the sub, well as comfortable as being helpless can be. The cock of course can be either in or out (Its always fun to add a butt plug, especially one of those inflatable vibrating ones, the plug securely wrapped in the body, but thats not a pervertable ;) just a toy I like to add, the controls left out for use) Of course a gag can be fun, and as its household items knickers and scarfs work well.

Of course, wax play on a well oiled body before the wrapping is fun. The cleaning up is easy as it just peels off when you unwrap. Just remember to have towels handy, and plenty of liquid when you unwrap them!

Toys I have used on wrapped bodies include a wonderful leather fly swatter I bought in a local cook shop. It has a nice wooden handle and large yummy leather swatter. Stinging nettles can be used under the wrap for added fun, To add a little 'pop' try using bubble wrap *grins*

Wooden spoons, spatulas, rulers all make wonderful toys.
Chopsticks and elastic bands as clamps.
Plastic or electric fly swatters.
Stainless Steel Juicers that can be used warmed or cooled are fun.
Pegs, of course, can't be forgotten
Fresh breath strips or alkalizer tablets for virginal or anal play.
Toothpaste, chillie paste/salve, ginger root, deep heat, tiger balm, icey white, to name but a few, for play with attitude *grins*
A whole fruit basket of fruit or veg, and just think of the fun you can have with it after ;)
Toothbrushes, especially the vibrating ones!
Hairbrushes as paddles, hair scrunches as cock rings.
I even discovered that those small leather book marks leave such a nice welt when the tailed end is used.
Ping Pong bats

And that's just off the top of my head in a few moments, and I am sure you can all think of 101 things that can be used... maybe we should make a 101 Pervertables list! I know I look at things and think... Hmmmm now that can be used for this, or as that, don't you?

I for one want to explore more scenes using only items like those listed about, and see just how much fun I can have.

Mmmmmmmmmm... what made me do this post... new toys that arrived today, and some ideas I was having... more on the new toys to come!!

Thursday, July 27, 2006

'I want him ...' - a poem by Dream

I want him to welcome me home, run me my bath, and ensure I have all I want before he readies himself for me.

I want him to lay out the toys as instructed before I come into the room.

I want him to inspect the room – it must not be lacking in any way whatsoever.

I want him to ensure there is a glass of chilled wine waiting for me, to light the candles and put on the music.

I want him to undress, fold his clothes neatly and wait for me naked.

I want him to kneel, bow his head and contemplate. His thoughts will be of only me.

I want him to clear his mind of any worries and to concentrate on service. He need not be afraid for when I enter the room I shall take complete charge and will not allow harm to befall him, for I will protect and nurture.

I want him to allow me into his dark places – places he has never allowed anyone to enter. I feel thrilled, privileged and eager to go there.

I want him...

'Night Time Visitor' - a story by Dream


A warning, this is one of my stories, are you sitting comfortably, good, then I shall begin.
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He lay there in bed looking at the clock, it was 1am and he had to get some decent sleep. He closed his eyes, thinking of her and their time together. He rolled onto his side and reached down between his legs, caressing his hands over this throbbing cock, just thinking of her made him so hard and wet. His fingers played lightly back and forth, lazily stroking until he took his thumbs and caressed the wet head, it felt good under his touch. His eyes closed and slowed teased his cock as he lay there thinking about her...

Of course he trusted her , and of course it made sense to give her, her own key to his flat. It made life much easier, and at 2 am, as she quietly turned the key in the lock to his door, she smiled wickedly, silently thanking him. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. He had left a small light on in the living room as always and she crept softly across the room and down the hall, pushing the partially opened door even further open. A dim light fell across his bed, there he lay, twisted in sheets, on his stomach his face was turned away from the door and both his arms where hugging his pillow.

“It's too easy” She though, smiling to herself.

She licked her lips, over on the bed he never moved, his breathing was slow and even. She knew he was swept far away in dream land and unconscious of her presence. She closed the distance between them, walking carefully around the bed to the side where he lay and looked down upon his sleeping face, he never even stirred, her lips curled into a evil grin...

“What the…??”

He was slammed awake as he was suddenly flattened to his bed, his hands were pulled up hard and a body pinned him down into the mattress, he felt a hand gripping his hair. His mind struggled to focus, sleepiness numbing his sensations. He opened his mouth to try and catch his breath, maybe even scream but a hand covered his mouth roughly, a chilling voice growled into his ear.

“Shut... up...” that was all.

He bit the hand, and it pulled away as his intruder grunted and then jerked his head back by the hair, teeth dug into his neck and he cried out, but froze suddenly, the realization that he was being attacked paralysed him. He gasped for breath, his heart beating against his chest, the blood pounding in his ears as he struggled to keep calm, his throat dry as he screamed in silent fear.

She hesitated, not wanting to really hurt or traumatize him, but she wanted to push a bit farther, just a bit. She held his wrists tight, keeping them pressed into the pillow above his head as her hand twisted his head into the pillow, holding him down.

“Do... not... bite..." the voice snarled a warning into his ear.

He was panting by now, he knew the voice! Oh god... who was it? That freaky woman from the corner shop? Was it her? Oh my god... oh my god… his heart hammered against his chest as he struggles to think, he was trembling a little in fear now. The hands that held his wrists tightened and then he heard metal, he didn't move, cold metal circled his wrists and he heard the cuffs snap.

“Oh my god, I am being cuffed” he though “This isn't a joke, this isn't a dream.”

With that realisation he started to fight. He pulled with all his might with his arms but was stopped short. He had been cuffed to bars that formed the head board. He heard them scratch against the metal. Now she had both of her hands free, she rose up, straddling his hips and resting her weight on his body, he was pinned. He tried to twist his head, to look back and see who this was, but once more a hand forced his head down into the pillow. He could scream, but only into a pillow, and no one could hear him.

She paused, then and reached down under both of them and used her feet that were bent under her to part his legs. He screamed into the pillow, it was muffled and she didn't worry. She reached up and found his nipples, pinching then hard and twisting them. He jumped under her touch, freezing for a moment, then he struggled. She moved one had down to his cock and ran her fingers over it, he was hard and wet, his body giving away his excitement. She licked her lips, her hand left his cock and sniffed her fingers. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to reveal that she was wearing a strap on, she smiled as he writhed beneath her as she sat over him. She grabbed the cock as she listened to him yelling into the pillow her hand slowly glided up and down the rubber cock, reaching over to where she had placed the lube she began sliding some up and down and wondered what he was saying, she just grinned to herself.

He could feel her shifting, then her body covered his once more, her legs hooking in his and forcing them wide. The air hissed out of his mouth as she weight crushed down on him and he felt her cock press against his tight puckered arse.

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!” He screamed into the pillow.

Trying to fight back, to kick and scream, but it was little use. He shook as she thrust hard and fast and with that thrust, buried her cock into him. He jerked under her from the shock. It was a brutal thrust, fear sending shivers up his spine. Then she drew back slowly and held it there, as he fought to get his breath. Suddenly she was thrusting hard onto him once more, pounding into his arse, making his gasp, reaching under him and finding a nipple, she pulled on it as she drove her cock into him again. Despite his fear he moaned into the pillow, his body responding to her touch. She continued to drive her cock in and out of his arse, leaning down to bit his neck, letting her teeth graze over his skin as she did. She felt his resistance fade as the pleasure took over from the fear. Grinning to herself as she withdrew, causing him to whimper somewhat as she left his arse empty.

“Whats up slut, enjoying it now?” The voice hissed in his ear.

His face burnt in shame, he ccould not help but nod. He was enjoying it and did not want her to stop. She climbed off him, her fingers twisting into his hair and gripping hard, keeping his face in the pillow.

“On your knees slut!” The voice hissed.

He didn't move, not wanting to help. He screamed once more as she brought her hand down hard onto his arse, swift firm strokes onto each cheek, being sure to catch the tops of his thighs as the tears start filling his eyes, the blows raining down causing the flesh of his arse to burn as sting. She raked her nails over the heated flesh, before the spanking continue, a steady stream of heavy blows catching his arse and thighs and making him squirm beneath her again. Then without warning she reached between his thighs and curled her fingers round his balls, tugging on them.

"I said on your knees slut!" The voice hissed again.

He stumbled to his knees, and she laughed softly.

“Now you are catching on slut, keep that face in the pillow, or you get more of the same!” She said, tugging his balls once more for emphasis.

He nodded, fear keeping his face pressed into the pillow, now damp with his tears. The bed dipped as she knelt between his thighs, resting her cock back against his arse. He flinched and pulled away. She moved back and he sighed thankfully. The next moment she was striking his arse hard with a paddle, flinching as it burnt in pain, he let out a low moan, then before he can recover she was striking him again and again. His body trembling in a mixture of pain and pleasure, sending him to new heights despite the fear, once more his body betraying him. It ended as suddenly as it started and she knelt behind him again, her cock teasing his throbbing arse, stroking in gently in and out. He moaned in pleasure once more. She pulled back sliding all the way out, the next thrust, causing him to scream into the pillow again as she thrusts it deep into him. Her hands moving under his again and finding cock and running her nails over it making him buck up and forcing her cock deeper into his arse. Using her fingers to tease his cock head and making him moan. Letting go suddenly she slaps his thighs as her cock fucks his arse. Sliding one hand up under his body pinching and pulling at his nipple, pinning him to the bed. Pounding into his arse, hearing his moans as his body rides the sensations she produces. Her other hand raking her nails over his back, digging deeply into the tender flesh of his arse every time they reach it. Her breathing getting faster, he hears a groan, feeling her body twitch, his own body surprisingly close to the edge.

“Cum with me my slut” Her voice whispers.

In an instant it all becomes clear and he realises who this is, that familiar voice!

“Yes Mistress” he moans into the pillow.

Her words drive him over the edge, his body stiffens and trembles beneath her as he cums with her, screaming into the pillow once more, but this time in pleasure.

Pulling out of and moving to the top of the bed she turns his head to face him. Still trembling from his orgasm she tells him to clean her, his lips lovingly lick and kiss at her wet lips. He manages to whisper.

“Yes Mistress, oh thank you Mistress for using your sult tonight”

He feels her release the cuffs on his writs, kissing each one gently, before she lays beside him in the bed, her body sliding in beside him, she takes him in her arms and rests his head on her shoulder. He hears a soft moan of pleasure from her as she stroke his hair and he feel himself flush with pride at serving her well once more.

“Well done my pet” she says “Now sleep for tomorrow I have plans for you”

“Yes Mistress” he replies softly, his eyes closing. As he drift off he wonder what her plans were.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The 2006 version of I Will Survive

I recieved this in my mail and just had to share it. Thank you cindyslut!!!

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At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
When you said you had 10 inches, Lord I almost died!
But I'd spent so many years just waiting for a man that long,
That I grew strong,
And I knew that I could take you on...

But there you are, another lie,
I was ready for a Big Mac and you've brought me a French Fry!
I should have known that it was bullshit, just a sad pathetic dream,
Should have known there was no Anaconda lurking in those jeans!
Go on now - go, walk out the door,
Don't you promise me 10 inches, then turn up with only 4!
Weren't you a brat to think I wouldn't find you out!?
Don't you know we're only joking when we say size don't count??!!

[Chorus]
I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,
When I saw your little weiner standing tall and proud!
But to hell with your ego and to hell with all your needs,
Now I'm saving all my lovin' for a cordless multispeed!

[Chorus]
I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

Sensually Sadistic

Sadism is a term named after the Marquis de Sade who, according to his writings, took extreme pleasure in extreme cruelty taken to the outer limits. The New Webster's Encyclopedic Dictionary of the English Language defines sadism as: 1. sexual gratification gained by causing pain or degradation to others. 2. pleasure in being cruel. 3. extreme cruelty.

Sadism is a sexual perversion where one person gains gratification by inflicting physical or mental pain on others. It can also mean a delight in torment or excessive cruelty.

But what of the 'sadists' that can't be defined or described by the definition above. They can be kind and caring souls whose make sure that their parnter gains fulfilment, pleasure, gratification and satiation from their actions. I guess you could call them Sensual Sadistics.

That is how I see myself, as a Sensual Sadist. I can, and do, inflict pain in varying degrees dependant on the scene and mood, I love to humiliate, but there is more to it for me than that, a bigger picture, and it is for that reason I define myself as a Sensual Sadist. I care about the safe, sane, and consensual exploration of the desires and needs of both myself and my sub. While I will ways respect any limits, I will tease and push the boundaries by getting into their mind and working from there. Slowly over time new boundaries will evolve as the old one dissolve. I love use the ability of the mind to translate the pain, powerlessness, or humiliation into pleasure and satisfaction. I guess you could say that I exploit it by working the body and mind into a delicious opposition of each other. This happens slowly over time and with a deep understanding and knowledge of the submissive.

I believe that first and foremost comes my sub's gratification. Key word here being 'gratification,' not necessarily pleasure. However, most of the things I do has a 'pleasurable' element. Sometimes, needs are so strong, or the fantasies so extreme, they rely on me to be their check and balance through out the experience, for this I need their trust and they must have mine. I would never administer a mild or even playful spanking to an unwilling partner. My pleasure comes from their pleasure and enjoyment, if they are not getting off on what we are doing, well frankly, neither will I. Back to the Ying/Yang energies, coming from two very different angles to feed each other for one goal.

The very core of my Dominance is built upon and revolves around my sub having their needs met and in knowing they are satiated and fulfilled by the experience. I know some Dom/mes believe the sub should find gratification in receiving whatever treatment the Dom/mes may choose to deliver. Each their own, there are some subs out there who do find gratification in being treated with total disregard for their needs or tolerances, but that is not a style I find comfortable in, nor one in which I choose to play. That does not mean play wont be on the sadistic side, just that there is always an underlying current of care, nurturing, pushing and development.

I enjoy the mix of sensual and sadistic in my style of Domination, it works for me, and for my subs That if of course the key to it, finding a style that works for you. We are all different, there is not wrong or right style here, just the one that works for you. Find where you are comfortable and enjoy it, and you will find your style will change with time, just as a subs limits and boundaries do.

The wonderful cycle and growth that is BDSM.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Dreamy Contemplation.


I was listening to day to Ronan Keatings - Life is a roller coaster.

It got me thinking about life. It really is like a roller coaster, and we do just have to hang on and ride it don't we? If you look back you will see the lows, the slow gradual climb back up, and those head spinning times when life's is rushing by in an exciting thrilling head over heals pace, until it settles back down.. coasting again until the next high, low, or corkscrew dizziness.

It also made me think of life, and how it shapes us. It is true as one door closes, another opens, just don't spend to much time looking at the closed door to miss the open one. It is also true we don't realise what we have until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

Of course each part of the ride teaches us, mould and shapes us, so even when it a real low, its am important time for ones personal growth and development. I for one would not change on single thing in my past, because in changing that, I would change who and where I am today. Never live in the past but always learn from it, and move on a better person.

The secret to happiness is not in doing what one likes to do, but in liking what one has to do, not having what one wants, but wanting what one has. 'Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.' - Storm Jameson

Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but the today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe. Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were. Failure is only the opportunity to begin again, this time more wisely. Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centred. - Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. - Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. - Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. - Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. - Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind. - Think big anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. - Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack if you help them. - Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you might get kicked in the teeth. - Give the world the best you've got anyway.

And do it all knowing that you have done the best you can, and learnt and grown each step of the way!

I believe you can tell more about a person by what they says about others than you can by what others say about them.

As put so wonderfully by Roma Downey in the lyrics of Loving :-

To be in love, however briefly is to be truly, wonderfully alive.
Never to have loved is to leave the map of your soul uncharted, unexplored.
But be aware, before embarking on your heart’s voyage of discovery,
That there will be stormy seas, and troubled waters before you reach the island paradise of your dreams.
You cannot know the ecstasies of loving without having suffered its agonies.
And only when you have waited, cold and lonely, through the hours of night
Will you truly savour the morning sun, Feeling its warmth caress your body,
And before you fly like an eagle high and free in the endless blue sky
You must know what it is to be helpless, hopeless, lost and grounded.
But oh! be not afraid of love Be ready, be always ready
And when the spirit of true love comes to you
Embrace him, embrace him unashamedly.
Let him possess you, body and soul And he will take you places
You have never even imagined and you will feel,
In every fibre of your being, as you have never, ever felt before.Allow yourself to be happy and acknowledge that you are.
Cherish each and every moment, for they will never come again.
Time rushes by for lovers,
And the simple gesture of today is the treasured memory of tomorrow.
Give and receive freely, remember that you are blessed to be loved
But doubly blessed when you love in return.

How indeed can we realise full happiness with having shared sorrow, and maybe a sprinkling of regret in there too.

So...

Make sure you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.

Happiness lives for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Humiliation

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