Malflic - The view of the world from his favorite Mexican Place
Show Notes
In this Episode Malfic cavorts shamelessly with one of his favorite Mistresses, the Sultry Little Viking Mistress Victoria Christiansen. Who he insists on calling Miss Victoria. The recording took place on a Friday night and in between the back and forth verbal jousting that is as insightful as anything he tells the story not only of his friendship with Victoria & their relationship but the impact it has on one of her lovers.
As always it’s loaded with the request amount of dirty words and innuendo laden dialog the show breaks rank from being heavily scripted to a real conversation and back again all while poking fun at Malflic as he laughs along with that dirty little chuckle of his at the insane lifestyle choices he’s made.
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Victoria
Welcome to Malflic’s Exercising my Demons. I’m Mistress Victoria unless you know who is involved because something in his vocabulary forbids him to use the word mistress and if you want to shut him down completely try calling him master. Seriously it’s the BDSM equivalent of Whisky Dick, he just quits working right then and there. Despite that I’ll be your host today as we explore Malflic’s Unique relationship with me and his over whelming desire to simply fuck with people; just for the hell of it; Even if it’s one of my own play things.
Sure he’s got a hang up on titles but other than that he really is a twisted sick soul who truly revels in other people’s discomfort and pain simply for his own amusement. Not that I’d know anything about that personally. (Bratty) Talk about Masochsim…The Chesty Blonde has been with him for nearly 20 years. Let’s see all you edge players try to do that! It makes breath & fire play seem like going down a playground’s toddler slide on a sunny spring afternoon at the local park.
So sit back, relax, let your imagination run wild…as Mal tells his version of the story of playing with one of my playthings. And so we begin.
Malflic
Victoria Christiansen is one of my closest friends in the world. Above all else she also might just be the woman I share the most unique relation with. We’re both huge literary whores, borderline or full fledged deviants depending on the topic at hand and I can only imagine her drive for carnal desire pretty much closely mirrors mine. A man has to adore a strong willed, saucy little defiant Viking after all.
Most years I spend more time talking with her than I do with the blonde and she’s always in the middle of some great adventure which keeps our conversation content fresh and interesting. I’ve asked her to do some things that I’ve never asked another soul to do…truly dark and pain filled thing like proof reading volumes of text of my first draft deranged text. Talk about an exercise in true masochism. Try being the test read for 150,000 of my unedited words penned during various states of sanity.
To put a very fine point on it if I actually got off my ass and was going to Shibaricon or BMSL but the Chesty Blonde wasn’t going with me or we wanted another friend along for the festivities Miss Victoria would be the first in line. I know this because she’s told me so several times. I like to think she might have to fight a bit for that first spot; however that could just be ego on my part. Besides the more the merrier. Every time I catch an event that mirrors her travel schedule I call her to let her know. We talk about things most people wouldn’t discuss at all with their best friend, priest, or shrink let alone casually in mixed company.
Recently I was asked to show up at a private party to read a few of my erotic works, tie a knot or two, smack a few asses and tweak some nipples. Clothes pins and clamps anyone? I didn’t go down quite that way but was close.
She was the first person I called to tell about it. Victoria’s the one who helped me decide what I would read, BTW 118 Seconds of Bliss, Do you Like to watch? an Interlude with a Masichist, and a few chapters from my book.
She was the safe call when I arrived & left to let her know I had not been abducted by anyone and nothing freakier than could be expected had occurred. Before you get any idea this in not a story about me trying become a public rigger. There are a lot of people with great skills who do that already. I’m not one of those. My play is with friends in private so this was a special treat for me.
Bondage to me is as more about art, energy, and imagery more than sex…with exceptions of course. Sometime the rope is all about sex…ok sometimes its also about pain…but not always. Sometimes it’s about power but most often and increasingly it’s about the imagery and potential pictures it might produce. Well in any case when it’s not about sex.
So imagine you have a relationship similar to what I described but instead of being me you’re her. Now you have to explain not only who I am to a new person in your life but a host of other things including why you were “playing” with that other person, why I keep calling at all hours of the night, the number of times you’ve been to said couple’s home for a weekend. Even detailing some of my relationships with others she’d come to know or be very aware of. Most people would have done so delicately, with a tentative and warm heart worrying about how the other might perceive them . Instead though one day when the light finally went on in her play things head it was time to add a sadistic streak to a somewhat more traditionally minded male, a very sick sense of humor, and a healthy does of Miss Victoria.
You see I believe that she has strong switch tendencies. In most places I’ve seen her she’s definitely the one calling the shots but when it comes to me she’s enjoyed playing the role of the wicked little brat. Who am I to question relationship dynamics? It works pretty fucking well for me so I’m certainly not complaining. Still she does like her boys kind of big, rough, and capable of an orgasmically good mind fuck.
So it’s a quiet evening at an exclusive restaurant when the topic of moi came up. Over a lovely candle lit dinner on a romantic night between two lovers is exactly where you’d never expect me to be the topic. What I do and discuss isn’t exactly most people’s idea of good stimulating conversation uless its not the brain you’re interested in stimulating then I’m your man. Talking about your unique relationship with me is the dating equivalent of going to see Fatal Attraction on a first date. Which I was actually stupid enough to do once upon a time. She picked the movie and my dick when nowhere near any part of that little tart. Victoria continued the conversation as she explained who I was, some of my proclivities if you will. It was the first time the light really went on that the guy across the table wasn’t exactly hearing about some random boy next door type she knew but rather someone who was much darker.
Most Men are really timid creatures, few live boldly, even fewer can walk the walk. So she suggested he go read a few things and listen to the bits we’ve done together.
Since the topic is Miss Victoria and well it’s a Friday night and the naked nurse hasn’t started her shenanigans yet now’s a great time to get to know my dear friend Victoria a little better.
Malflic goes off script and story line to discuss his ass, shoes and other assorted things with Victoria
Resume the Story
Mal- That was very insightful. Rock n Roll isn’t the work of the devil the internet is. I can prove it you’re listening to this smut right now and wondering why your kitty is wet or you have a boner. Fucking pervert! Now back to my version of things.
Mal You see I’m not one of the possessive types. I’m sort of like a magician pulling random rabbits out of my hat to amuse myself at any given moment. Abracadabra a bouquet of flowers. Poof a quarter disappears. After all I do have a thing for bunnies of all flavors, particularly milk chocolate and bondage. Even the Marge Simpson centerfold in Playboy held some kind of strange appeal and I’ve never even gotten to first base with a cartoon character. Though some one sent me a lovely wonder woman picture recently that made me have some of those thoughts.
Victoria’s So as my play thing start to get nervous he starts asking when this all began. Jesus Malflic is usually dressed as slick as the devil stands 5”10”, weighs in at 225 pounds and is damn proud of it. So it’s not like he just appeared out of thin air but my play thing is very inquisitive about Mal and asks the requisite questions like
Is he a convicted felon (No)
Is he a serial anarchist? (No)
Doe his wife know about all of this? (of course) I tell him oh she’s The Chesty Blonde. Then I showed him a few pictures that answered that one pretty simply.
Is he hung like a stallion? Of course isn’t that the question so many people really want answered. Give you a hint girls. I know the answer…and I’m not telling.
Still my Plaything was worried he asked about slight of hand and is it all just an act (no). Do you think anyone can really talk about this stuff like he does and not be into it.
Mal – Some Guys know sports stats, scripture or history. Me I know Smut & Sex. I’m a student of those topics. It comes natural and might be my greatest gift in life. I haven’t gotten a lot of complaints over the years. Tons of requests, a few complaints. Mostly things like, Hey get off my hair although Janet said my sexual appetite was average. That might have been a complaint because based on what I know it sure as hell wasn’t a statement of fact. There was the one time the a woman figured out her room mate was fucking the same guy…me! I guess that one could be called a complaint among other things.
Victoria –Ok are you finished?
Mal-Maybe
Victoria- Here’s a deep dark secret of his if you’ve scene’d with the man he does become the role and despite the image he is a twisted as can be he’s got a really big ……(long pause) soft side. He is really sweet even with a flogger in his hand.
Mal-Smart Ass. That’s going to cost you!
Victoria – Lemon Meringue Pie!
Mal-Oh so you wait all these years to finally pull that one out!
Victoria -lemon meringue pie his default choice for safe words. Which despite probably having some deep seeded horribly disturbed meaning I don’t care to know about also eliminates that particular dessert from any food play I suppose.
Mal- I’m not really into food play, a little chocolate sauce, some whipped cream, some Vanilla ice cream on the nipples from time to time and flavored body paints. Besides we’re not playing we’re talking it doesn’t count. You can only use a safe word during a scene not a conversation outside of a scene.
Victoria- oh really! Just like a top, changing the rules just to get your way. What are you going to do to me? Give me every dirty little detail. Better yet show me. I do have a few idea’s if you’re lacking any.
(insert15 second musical interlude with sound effects)
Victoria Umm yep no safe words were needed for that. So Back to our story. About three days later I mention to him in one of our stupidly late, extremely long, I like things that are extremely long, conversations that my play thing was going to be appearing in a particular city.
Mal- It just so happens that I’ll be leaving that same city that very day. I see the infinite possibilities. Immediately! I know about this poor mystical friend of her. I know that he was recently uncomfortable with the thought of me and I’m faced with a few options. Let it slide, not a chance in hell. Meet him and make him feel all safe and nice and secure. Yeah not exactly what I’m in the mood for. I fuck with people for fun and profit and this was my idea of a bonus version of fun time for the week. After all it was going to be nothing more than a meet and greet and little chat if I had my way.
I had my own list of questions and none of them. OK almost none of them had anything to do with other people’s relationships. Sadly it didn’t work out. Sure Victoria called her little play thing to find out what time he would be arriving, where he would be going etc and as usual my schedule was completely fubar’ed. So we didn’t get to meet. I thought of walking though the airport and calling out his name.
Really call out some ones name and even if they don’t know you they stop and look. Can you see it now my wing tip wearing pin stripe suit clad ass walking through a huge airport calling out the name of a person I’d never met or spoken to just to see if I could make them pull a Houdini and appear out of thin air all for my amusement and so I could torment the poor soul for a few passing seconds. Well its not a traditional for of sadism but it would work in a pinch.
Instead I went trolling through the airport to my gate passing by hundreds of nameless faces. I got on my plane and there it was decked out in blue synthetic fabric. A beautiful, young flight attendant. I was certain I had died, She had big full bright pink lips, about a c cup, tiny little waist dangerously curved hips and full firm heart shaped ass.
Suddenly all thoughts of Miss Victoria’s plaything were lost until tonight.
Outro Victoria And there you have it folks what a group of kinksters do on a Friday night. They find people to play with. We hope you’re lucky enough to do the same! This has been exercising my demons. If you like what you’ve heard be sure to subscribe we’re in all of your favorite podcast directories and even I tunes where you’ll find us listed in the podcast directory under Malflic. Have a show idea or something you’d like to tell us? Send us an email at show@malflic.com Do us a favor and digg & link your little hearts out and tell all your friends about us. We really do appreciate it.
And don’t forget Mal is also on twitter babbling incessantly not so much about sex but the more amusing mundane events of his day. Coffee tends to be one of his favorite morning topics. Next time on here the topic will be an exploration that included the Chesty Blonde titled Rope Bondage Hemp vs. MFP.
Mike where the fuck do you come up with this shit? Really? You’re doing a “semi scientific show about different types of rope?” Go head start a holy war why don’t you. It’s like bringing up religion or politics!
Yes I know know you make fun of those things all the time! Well on that note its time for me to go. This is Mistress Victoria, and I’ve enjoyed playing with you tonight.
Now where is that little subbie boy I brought with me? I need a drink.
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