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Other People’s Kink

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So this week I’ve been an all work and no play kind of guy.  Literally all work and unless you take the obvious invitation of walking into a room to find a naked woman on all fours her ass in the air, a bottle of lube by her knee and with a Hitachi all ready well into action waiting for you to “help her out” as playing and not a less than subtle hint that you’ve been preoccupied with other non carnal things and someone wanted properly fucked then there has been absolutely no play either.

Which brings me to today’s post them of “Other People’s Kink”  or in other words what I’ve been reading this week when not staring at huge stack of paper filled with numbers and other economic pornography.

First off one of my newer regular stops is WykD Dave & his Rope Topia with its great tutorials. Ok if watching tying video’s that are not performance based was a fetish I’d qualify but also be sure to register and check out the galleries.  While on the topic the site’s proprietor also runs a separate blog WykD which is also worth the time to take a look.   It’s seems that failing to mention Kinky Clover and her site as part of the mix would be an oversight.  In short more sexy pics and a model’s insight, as an added bonus she was the author of the rope bottom’s guide that seemed to be a hot topic a few months back.

Originally when I woke up today and thought oh fuck I need to write something I figured I’d write a spanking fiction story since it’s been literally years since I’ve done that.  Then I read Jade’s There Ain’t No Halvsies in Caning piece and figured I’d tell you if you’re in the mood for spanking just got read her piece.  It’s not fiction and gets to the point; plus doing so would save me the creative pains of having to try to be inventive arousing and not cliché.

Erica Scott was probably the first spanking model whose name I knew.  Somewhere years ago I happened across some of her work and kind of dug her.   So I watched more then as the world would have it with the internet I went on to different sites, expanded my kink repertoire, and somewhere along the way forgot to look for her new stuff (which is out there as recently as a spanking court clip from this year).  The best part of rediscovering her is she’s still sexy and her blog is an eclectic mix of her thoughts, relationships, the bull shit come on she endures, and of course a bit of spanking.  All in all nice kink family entertainment.

Need a little different kind of visual stimulation.  Stop by my old friend the Naked Nurse for her self imposed photo challenge this month. Considering the only holiday card still up anywhere in my house is hers I may be a little biased.  Still I’ll be there watching her bare little pieces of her soul and flesh all month long.

I decided to take a walk down memory lane something somewhere made me think of Radical Vixen and the old days of sugasm.  The I got to thinking before there was fetlife and when the internet was new and exciting where did I find my kink based porn.  For me it all started with Persian Kitty…which still exists and seems much more commercial and link farmish than it use to but hey we all have to evolve in our own ways.  Then there was BDSM Café which doesn’t seem to have changed much.  In the early years of online spanking porn they provided more than their fair share of my night time reading to friends and lovers.  Castle Handyman looks to be long since gone but I was pleasantly surprised to find Daria’s Screaming Eagle Story from the old Wulfrum site still online.  (Which I’d swear was from another site originally, maybe Daria’s Corner was a subset of )    There’s not a time when I play with a woman dressed as a cheerleader (yes I know the story was about basketball players) that I don’t think of bits of that old story.  It’s funny what stays with you even in a rope infused stage of life.  Once a spanko always a spank I guess.

Speaking of Rope the two other things I’ve read with more interest and intent than I care to admit is Midori’s post on her incident during a recent performance (the debate and response are what I find most curious)  and even prior to that the Rope Incident group on Fet.  A friend asked me if the Midori accident would cause me to rethink my bondage practices.   The answer is yes but what I need to rethink is different than many because I don’t do suspensions.   It’s placement, tightness, communication, ok perhaps not so different just a different set of risks.  Don’t get me wrong I love to see suspensions, admire the photographs, watch the videos, and in a way I’m a student of the art.   But I’ve chosen not to go there because of my own concern about the risk against my skills and the reward.  For the time being no bed post or chair is safe but I won’t be considering new hard points and tripods again anytime soon.   I’ll stick to driving fast on occasion, doing cardio, dating married women, and visiting NYC as my higher risk activities.

 

Finally A GQ article on how porn has fucked up straight sex for the under 30 crowd.  No opinion other than perhaps the Nillas should work on their communication skills and hard limits prior to partaking too.

If there is something you’re reading that you think I’d like drop me a line, comment, or @reply on twitter and I’ll be sure to check it out.

Have a fun weekend.  As for me I’ll be spending part of it chasing fast women before heading to the land of strip joints, tourist traps, and the symbol of an evil corporation next week.

Is your Corporate Logo in a Dungeon?

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no name corporate logo

It might seem like an odd question after all I don’t know of any large public companies or for that matter even most businesses on main street  seeking out that type of exposure.   After all most of America doesn’t like to admit that it likes sex let alone kinky play.  I think prime time TV tells a different story but that’s a topic for another day.  Still I think companies would think twice about handing out items with their logos on them to every Dom, Hick, and Hairy if they knew where they really ended up.  Here’s just one example.

So I decided to buy some more rope for my collection.  Yes I know I was told that I didn’t need  8mm hemp but figured why listen to a rope bottom if I think I need more hemp then well god damn it I need more rope and that’s that.  Ok not really but there are a few ties I wanted to try with 8mm and so guess what my Chesty Blonde stunt bunny wasn’t in on the plan well until the rope showed up.  You might expect it went something like this “Hi Baby I’m home.  Find some heels and get naked. Daddy’s feeling dirty”  But see that would be too simple in my world the Blonde was out of town so it went more “oh what did I do tonight, not much talked to the Wild One and Victoria for a bit, had Mexican and a few drinks for dinner and oh I got some new rope so I spent the entire evening rearranging my rope bags, catching up on ropecast and planning for when you get home tomorrow. ”   She worries when I have time to plan, little does she know I’m always scheming on what I want to try next.

This time I decided to push my own limits and used a new supplier.  In short I went local for my rope to Aja Rope which turned out to be a hell of a find as far as convenience, a nice selection, and on top of it Aja and Lily turned out to be really cool people.  So after ordering 120ft of Chocolate Brown Hemp (a 60’ and two 30’s in case you were wondering) it was time to pick it up. They do ship all over including Canada so if you’re not local they’re still worth a look.  They were good sports and rounded up some MFP that I added to the order after arriving and wanted to give as a belated birthday gift to a friend.  Well let’s just say I can’t wait to see what that lime green rope looks like by her bright red birthday spanked ass.

Now if you know me I’m always somewhere, at one event or set of meetings or another, industry shows, outings, etc.  As I’ve mentioned it’s a good life for a corporate whoremonger and many of the perks along the way aren’t bad either.  Last week’s freebies was two lunchbox sized coolers from the Ritz and a Nike pullover with a corporate logo.  The truth is I’m a snob and only actually take home things I think are cool.  Trade show trash and trinkets I don’t even bother picking up, it’s the premium items that get kept.  A few years ago while at a racing school event that was sponsored by 5 different companies I ended up with a really great gym bag.  I have a thing for bags and it was a good one so I kept it despite the fact is it had a competitor of mine’s logo across the top in bright orange and red letters.  It felt wrong to use on a daily basis so it got tucked inside other bags that were tucked inside of a suitcase sort of like nesting dolls.

Well there I am with my new rope from my new acquaintances I had a free evening in an empty house and an entire night stand drawer filled with rope and if you’ve been in my bed room my night stand is larger than most.  And before anyone gets the bright idea to ask; no that is not a metaphor for my dick.

So I decided to rearrange my rope into a series of bags with the rope inside now segmented into their own plastic bags, 6mm hemp would no longer mingle wantonly with the 9/32 mfp.  And of course being more GQ than most I put what I thought would be interesting color combinations together.  The New Chocolate went in the Natural 6mm. The Grape still a standout that was kept by its self. But the fact that the night stand was over flowing I decided to organize it into a bag.  Enter the corporate logo.  I looked at it and it is a well made good sized bag.  It had great outer pockets with zippers and mesh compartments. Perfect for EMT shears, short lengths for quick cuffs at the ends were other deep zippered pockets that held hair brushes, wooden spoons and small paddles with ease and best of all there was a wet compartment  intended for shoes that would be perfect for used rope.

It was packed full, all but bursting at the seams, hemp is heavy there is no two ways about it.  Still that damn logo was staring me in the face.  I thought about just leaving it there.  Maybe I could just put some tape over it and write my name on it with a sharpie.  Then I paused for a moment and looked at a bag that was meant to be used for golf outing and other puritan white bread events.  I considered what would their CEO say if he knew his corporate logo was being drug to BDSM play parties and dungeons throughout my world.  That it would ride on airplanes with a loving note tucked inside explain to the TSA as to its contents all with his logo in plain sight.   I laughed they are a public company with a very conservative southern culture, Church, gold, hunting, and Family dinners.  The thought of just leaving the logo in plain sight while containing the tools of my wicked trade was almost too much fun.  The Duct tape and sharpie won out but only after putting a bullwhip inside the bag for good measure.  No I don’t use it, it’s literally a bull whip not a single tail still it’s the first whip a lover ever bought for me and well I like to carry it around in case someone ever want to do an Indianan Jones scene.   Or maybe to fend off my competitors should they ever catch wind of what’s in the bag.

Finally this disclaimer.   I write about something it’s because I bought it and like it, found it funny, thought it might be useful or a good way to waste time.  Then there is always the option that I just wanted to share in my typical TMI way.  Now if you’ll excuse me I’m trying to decide if I prefer satin or gloss poly on the paddles I’m making.  I’m leaning toward gloss since it will sparkle more in the candle light.

Tempting Fate Part 4 (Fetish)

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So here it is a long journey and build up of our story finally pays off. You can read the first three parts if you missed them.

Part 1
Part 2

Part 3

Or join the story already in progress.

“I don’t remember Sir” Ann said correcting herself almost expecting another stinging smack on her backside. Instead she was greeted with cruel laughter from him and mischievous giggles from the two thigh high boot and corset wearing sultry temptresses who had stripped her naked and tied her in place.

For the first time she tried those restraints, pulling against them slightly, testing her tethers. The strands of hemp that adorned her wrists tightened, she could feel the lines they were making on her delicate skin as she pulled ever so slightly. Her surrender had began as she looked out at a filled room that was watching even more intently than before. The sound of his had smacking her ass so soundly drew their attention, signaled the start they had all been anticipating, waiting for, and hoping to see with voyeuristic intensity in the past few fleeting moments.

As the laughter faded he leaned forward his face brushing against her pony tail ad his lips reached her ear. “Here’s a little clue” his voice soft, deep and breathy “oh you’ve never taken me close to my limit” he paused, her mind raced and she remember all too well telling him that on more than one occasion. Its not that she was complaining but simply her own way of stating the fact that his tastes were mild compared to what she was capable of enjoying.

“I guess we’ll see about that” and with that he stepped back the women stepped forward caressing her chest, touching teasing, and pinching her stomach working their way skillfully across her rib cage to her full round breasts. Grazing her nipples, a squeeze a touch a gentle pinch. She savored every sensation she had never been at the whim of two women before but this was certainly she could get use to.

The crowd still looked on and the only edge Sir was leading her toward was a wonderful body shaking orgasm off somewhere in the distance. She shifted slightly toward the woman on the right, moaning lustfully tugging against the ropes that etched into her skin a little more with each tug, and held her a little tighter in its caress with each shift, movement and pull. Her helplessness, the restraint, the inability to control the situation aroused her even more as the hands groping, touching, pinching and caresses continued. Again Ann looked out into the room and drank in all the people who were gazing at her, drinking in the divine and erotic vision of her before them.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Sir’s voice slipped into her ear like a thief in the night. She murmured in sheer delight, “mmmm, Yes sir I certainly am”

“Good” he whispered before stepping back and announcing to the room “its time for the real fun to begin.” A deafening chorus of howls erupted and the room closed in on them people pressing toward them.

The soft caresses and sensual touching had given way to each of the temptresses cruel hard long pinch of her nipples. The crushing sensation coursed through her breasts. As one let go the other stepped in front of her taking the free nipple in her other hand, looked her in the eye. “Now its time to suffer bitch.”

Ann played along “yes Mistress” not looking away. Her temptress didn’t waver “good because we’re going to start by whipping those pretty little tits of yours.” So far it was ll new, the being put on public display, having Sir share her with not one but two beautiful and dominate women. While a little chest play, some nice long hard pinches and the occasional set of clamps was nothing new having them flogged was virgin territory.

She felt her hair being pulled back, Sir laughed “keep your head up” he said pulling harder. The first approached and the flogger kissed her skin gently as the other landed a slightly crisper blow. They pair alternated strikes and she watched able to see the start of each stroke but had to guess as to which side it would land on and how hard it would be.

The Dominatrices reveled in their task increasing the speed and intensity taking her from pink to red to well marked. Ann went from a state of bliss with a tempting orgasm drawing closer to having her chest throughly punished, still she enjoyed it and settled in to the rhythm of the event, saving each and every stinging fall, stealing glances at the on lookers and their growing state of interest as the drew even closer.

A lull, a pause, a brief reprieve as Sir let go of her hair he scalp stung and she looked down to see her beautifully colored chest. “No where near my limit” she thought to herself, thinking of pointing out that very fact as a pair of hands grabbed each nipple firmly with a touch that lingered between the sheer delight of earlier with just touch of pain. She was even more turned on as they were lifted by the nipple…this was a favorite of hers and Sir new it. The the other woman joined back in vigorously whipping the untouched delicate underside of her breasts with a small latex flogger. And its short biting tails.

The stokes would explore her stomach, the inside of her thighs, and then back to her tits until she danced in place pulling against her ropes in earnest for the first time. A crop was added in to the mix, a crisp smack on the tits, a squeeze that intensified. To the thighs and back again until she danced in the pain, pulling on her restrains and purring along with the wicked little game she was playing.

“There is only one rule” his voice again sneaking up behind her. Ann purred at him in her sultriest voice “and what is that rule sir?”

He laughed again in that cruel tone from earlier a tone she had never heard before “Don’t come or we start all over again” She scoffed in her mind, she was a woman who had been around the block more than a few times and even though was a new side street in her sexual history but she was not some foolish little school boy who couldn’t help himself.

Four more women ascended the stairs joining them on the stage, each giving her a pinch or a smack and in some cases both as they passed. “The more the merrier” Ann thought, not knowing what was coming next but fairly certain based on the crowd around her it wasn’t going to involve a single tail.

Now seven people lurked behind her, she focused on the shuffling and the whispers. She could hear the occasional giggle and once again the room erupted. The two women that had whipped her took her breasts in their mouths tongues caressing her nipples, biting playfully as they hardened, unlike their hands each one used their mouths on her in their own unique way. The way she imagined they liked to be touched and kissed.

The crowd erupted and all but took the stage as they became a lustful huddled mass undulating in a bizarre obsessive rhythm. She swayed with them, the yelled and she called out in delight as more hands found their way onto her legs, hips and back. One mouth broke its hungry feast and then in an instant that warm, soft, delicious, mouth gave way to a cold metal nipple clamp. As the pain coursed through her veins mixing with the other pleasure the other side was attended to in the same manner, the warm biting nibble gave way to a cold unwavering clamp. The clamps were tapped and wiggled, tightened and smacked all the while the others explored her body with caresses and slaps. Clothes pins lined her thighs. She her back was whipped with a light flogger by all of the women. She pulled on the ropes, she hung in the balance between being suspended and standing, dizzied by everything that was happening to her. The hands slowly subsided, the crowd before Ann still looked on with as much interest as they had before.

“Remember the rule” The taller of the two original dominatrix, Smack a riding crop landed between her legs firmly. A few of the clothes pins were removed and then another with the crop on her pussy, and another continuing until her splotched red skin was free from the waist down.

Her back was flogged again as her pussy continued to be whipped, she felt the orgasm rising, she fought to hold it on to hold back with each measured and well placed stroke. Finally her nipple clamps were removed which was almost enough change in sensation to cause her to break the rule. She bit her lip, she though about anything but what might drive her to release. She endured and found herself standing there the four that joined in kissed her cheek and headed back into the crowd. The original two women and Sir remained. He stood on the stair in front of her. A deafening series of howls erupted as he approached them and then turned to face Ann. The women took the candles they had carried. Candles that had been burning away the entire time, creating huge pools of wax that would be poured from on high onto her chest, her back and her thighs. She was bathed in its scaling heat that coated her well abused body.

Sir Just watched and smiled. The pair pissed her lips and petted her kitty as the bid their farewells in one last fleeting attempt to make her come so it could all start again.

She stood there relishing it all waiting to be untied. Sir looked on letting her savor the experience. She rubbed her wrists admiring the lines from the ropes and the were loosened and unwrapped. She touched her chest, her thighs, and was delighted with the events of the evening. What she really needed now was a little release. “Sir what is next?” she asked in her best slut voice and flashing the deepest darkest bedroom eyes in her direction hoping for some amazing private time and after care.

He stood there, took out a black leather collar and watched her face “Oh we’re just getting started, Your ass is mine” left his lips as he fastened it around her delicate neck. Ann realized no one had come anywhere near her backside since he first swatted it. Nearly every inch of her body had been touched, teased, and tormented but not a errant swat, a single touch or playful swat caught her there.

He tied one of the ropes to the metal ring on the collar and she followed him across the stage, down the stairs and through the crowd to a small private room. There she found that edge she had been looking for, was taken near her limits again and again. A few times she was taken just beyond them. In the end not just her ass was his but every inch of her, although that part of her anatomy got some very special attention. At the end of a night that was now bordering on the beginning of morning she found herself in the car sitting rather uncomfortably and still intensely aroused. While stopped at a red light he looked over grinned that wicked grin of his she had come to know that night and told her “Now you can come”.

His hand drifted between her thighs to help her along, not that she needed much help.

Playing with Miss Victoria’s & Her Play Thing

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Malflic - The view of the world from his favorite Mexican Place

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.

To read his other works visit malflic.com, to follow him, listen in on semi private conversations, or just to hear him rant and profess his undying love for coffee check him out on twitter.

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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Bunnies and why I kind of hate holidays

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I’m a strong believer in fair warnings. That said if you’re a newer reader and of strong religious convictions this might not be the post for you. If you have a sense of humor about religious matters or simply like heresy and sacrilege then by all means read on.

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Its not that I’m not a festive guy but when it comes to holidays most often I’d rather call out for Pizza, gulp down a few soda pops and stare mindlessly at sports on TV than anything else. Now I like a good party as much or more than the next guy, to me good parties don’t involve the need to push religion, go to church, or pray for anything other than my mercy. In which case prayer is probably ok since its to me and I get to enjoy your suffering. Ever doubt that god is a Sadist? Look around! A good holiday includes heavy drinking, something other than baked ham, a multitude of raucous parties to choose from, scantily clad women, and things that go boom, crash, or bang. And like a good party a good holiday has a nice palpable amount of sexual tension.

It might just be me but religiously themed holidays tend to miss that mark ever since the fall of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Which brings me to the topic of Easter and or Bunnies. The holiday I most recently survived as a pagan in the holy land of the mid west; a place where there only thing there is more of than banks is churches.

This holiday started like so many others. I woke up which all in all is usually a good start. A pot of Coffee and Two mindless movies (Old School and Back to School) before everyone else woke and off I went out to gather breakfast while the good god fearing folks were in church.

Then came the family obligations… it really is difficult being a pagan in a Christian world. Just a week before at a party some one pointed out a nice young lady in her mid to late 20′s and said she had known her since youth group. I told them that’s too bad I thought she might be a fun girl. They vehemently insisted that she was until they realized what I meant. They blushed, I grinned like the Devil.

Now I know there are all types of Bunnies. I had a fuzzy white one named Dana as a kid. There are longer eared, fluffy, short hair, Playboy, Easter, and my favorite – Bondage Bunnies. Now I like playboy bunnies but that’s not the topic at hand its the fact that yet again the day that celebrates Bunnies like no other was filled with chocolate and food and the never ending competition of who loves Jesus more the the Presbyterians, the Baptists, or the New evangelical types that stalk my neighborhood. Despite all these religions duking it out in God’s name there was not a single new bondage bunny for me to play with at any of the festivities that I attended.

It’s disappointing. It’s like wanting a new toy on Christmas and getting a fucking GAAP text (Generally Accepted Accounting Principals). Oh sure there was the requisite hot but totally nuts brunette there to tempt me, the generations of family gathering in celebration, violent ground acquisition games played as people pushed and shoved in the pursuit of a magical money bearing plastic egg. I choose not to participate for fear of trampling the young and elderly. Rather I watch from the sides standing near a blazing bonfire with my most frequent of addictions in hand – caffeine.

It was in fact a pretty good day. This city boy went to the country. I got to see chickens (hot sauce and deep fryers were not involved), talk about killing stuff, and gambling (which despite my many vices this is not one of them) and there were even chains involved. Usually when chains are involved I’m a happy boy but this time it was to pull a car out of the mud with a tractor. Lame American made cars in bondage isn’t even my idea of a good time.

If only some mythical creature would have left me a few new bondage bunnies all would have been perfect. Oh well now its time to gear up for the next big holiday the immaculate feast of things going stupid fast and intoxicated loose moralled spectators. It involves things might go bang, catch fire or blow up, The Indy 500. Sure its not Shibaricon but fast cars and drunk girls is never all bad in my world. Speaking of which I still need to pay Hammer for my tickets off to write him a check.

Finally a postlude

Before the “Jesus Saves” crowd freaks out AGAIN and starts spamming me (again) with liturgy based mumbo jumbo or intending to save my pagan godless soul I am not claiming to be god or a deity of any sort. I’m happy that you love the lord, that’s great keep loving him and being happy about it I’m not trying to stop you. I love a lot of things but I’m sure don’t want all the details so spare me yours OK? Yes I know I’m going to hell the nuns told me that in second grade.

Tempting Fate Part 3 (fetish)

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Ok I’ve finally finished the third installment of the story. Hopefully is was worth the wait. Once again I’ve added a little musical accompaniment that is worth watching before the read and then hit play again to read along. After all who doesn’t like hard and fast and loud…right?

If you missed installment one and two you can read them or just join us where the story left off.


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Ok I’ve finally finished the third installment of the story. Hopefully is was worth the wait. Once again I’ve added a little musical accompaniment that is worth watching before the read and then hit play again to read along. After all who doesn’t like hard and fast and loud…right?

If you missed installment one and two you can read them or just join us where the story left off.

He took her hand and her heart sank in that instant before it jumped into her throat at a quickening pace. As she stood there his hand moved from her hand to her wrist as he led her briskly toward the space where she had just watched heaven and hell dance across the exhausted woman’s face.

Ann could only imagine the endorphin rush the the previous inhabitant was still feeling as she passed her climbing the stairs to the small raised platform. He moved with out pause and she followed with out hesitation. It all seemed so old hat to her. She imagined the same fun games would be played as always with the new twist a willing and watchful audience of strangers.

As they reached the crescendo he stopper her with a look in his eyes that said that he had something truly wicked planned. She had seen that look before coupled with the fiendish little grin seemingly on loan from from the nearest passing demon. The final ascent up the stairs was slow, time hung in the hot air seemingly forever with each step. There was a new edge in what she was about to surrender to an edge she hadn’t expected. Her face remained stoic, her hands as still as the dead of night but other parts of her were already on fire as the thought of it all turned her on so much more than Ann ever imagined. Her feet planted solidly at the top of the elevation as the rack cast its shadow over her well dressed diminutive form. His hands so strong and confident turned her to look out at the room, the sounds of others being whipped still echoed, flashes of passing leather in the distance and to the side of them others played on but it seemed that the area they had just left was now filled with more twisted souls than she had ever cast eyes on in one place. All eyes seemed to be on her.

“Do exactly as I tell you” his voice all business “Put you hair up” he said handing her a hair band. Her long dark locks now up, drawn back tightly.

“Are you ready?” he asked, the tension building. He was toying with her, prolonging the build up, making what she thought would be another playful walk in the park tense and nerve racking. She nodded yes and the wicked grin was back “Good”.

He looked to the floor filled with on lookers all of who seemed to be paying far too much attention to a scene that had not yet started. Two women in boots who looked like the cover models for some anime domnaitx cartoon walked in unison like two sadistic altar boys toward her. Slow and measured, each movement in complete unison. The room cheered as they passed, filling the space with raw guttural cruel howls. The dominatrices were coming right toward their grins as wicked as his had been, their eyes piercing through her being. Each carried a tall thick candle. Ann looked away and the corner of her eye caught two pillars to the side of the stage.

Soon enough the candles were on those pillars and the women stood to each side of her. They closed in on her taking turns unbuttoning her blouse ans stripping Ann piece by piece every so slowly and ceremoniously removed every stick from her body. A body that was flush with excitement, her skin was drenched in sensuality when bare. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist and now she stood there in all her glory wearing only dangerously high heels and the ropes they cruel pair were tying to her wrists. The rope was somewhere between a soft pink rose and a lavender each pass created a delicate contrast to her soft alabaster skin. They pair giggle as the last wrap was tied to Ann’s hands and they were raised and secured to the tethers.

Ann peered into the crowd making eye contact and then moving deftly from one onlooker to the next as they her drank in her. All of the emitted an energy, they room was a living breathing frenzied organsim and she unknowingly stood at its heart.

“Do you remember?” he asked and as her mind raced still she couldn’t quite determine what he meant. “remember what?” she said back coyly and all to comfortable for a woman bound naked in front of a room of strangers replying to a moderately dominate and mildly sadistic man’s question.

A fire spread instantly across her backside, and before is could settle he swatted her again even harder.

“I don’t remember sir.” he said correcting her previously casual response giving her a third right where the previous two had landed.

In an instant she was was in a scene and knew it. No longer was she the one in control. Her ass red and stinging and the were just getting

SCC vs RACK, Rough Sex and Control – a Kinkster Ponders

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On a Side note off topic for those of you reading along with my book “It Had Been Years” on Malflic.com Chapters 30-40 are up for your reading pleasure with more coming soon (I really mean soon this time).

OK for those of you who are reading and not sure WTF I’m talking about

Safe, Sane, and Consensual (SCC) vs. Risk Aware Consensual Kink (RACK)

In the past months on a few months I’ve been following posts on this very topic across several kink friendly sites. I don’t consider myself an edge player and some schools of thought associate RACK with edge play. Still I have hard limits, have been around long enough to know what I’m into and more importantly what I’m not while still trying to remain open minded to new things or an individual’s needs. After all it’s only kinky the first time and maybe the second if your doing it right.

The Concept behind SSC is safe play and with that comes safe words that when uttered by the subbie brings everything to an immediate halt whether the sensations are too intense, there is uncertainty or fear, or even if emotionally you’re fried and not in that little sub space you strive to achieve like a masochists nirvana while people like me are dancing around thinking up cruel new twists in a sadists version of nirvana.

Could be you’re thinking the person on the other end of the flogger who just picked up a single tail has no clue and game over. I’m not judging anything but your choice of play partner in that case since I have no intention of advocating play with an under educated or skill challenged partner. That would just be stupid. Do you know why I don’t try suspension bondage? Simple I don’t trust my knots in that situation. Well that and I’d much rather tie you to something like a bed post, radiator or chair. ( I can feel the collective group of my Shibari and Rigger friends shudder in disappointment)

In all fairness that ‘s not everything SCC stands for so before those of you who think I’m skimming the concept get your latex under garments all in a bunch relax this is an exploration of the topic not a dictionary and the Internet is a wonderful thing with lots of places to look up the full definition some of which are even credible.

R.A.C.K is meant for (in theory as I understand it) to take away the certainty of being able to stop a scene or situation in the confines of a D/s relationship. Makes sense since most of us who do the top thing hate subs topping from the bottom although personally I’ve never been offended by the “beat me harder” request. I choose to see it as a challenge and reply gladly batter up!

So in theory the top controls the interaction and can take the bottom as far as they feel like, think is warranted, or get off on doing. (Yes Power Exchange is about more than sex, I’ll cover that another day). The bottom surrenders to that desire trusting in their top to not go to far. Although I’ve never tired it imagination tells me that its awfully hard to run away from a scene if you’re chained to a bench or cross. The RACK theory then I’ll assume is only used once a person is sure the other player is not a psycho.

Now with those concepts out in the open and giving the disclaimer once again that I consider myself a life long SCC guy I have to wonder if there is not a deeper issue in going to a RACK concept. Could it be that the expectations are different. I don’t do 24/7 and wouldn’t want to. I like the word slut but don’t use the word slave (not even in my fiction writing) it holds no magic for me yet others love and yearn for the designation. I hate silly rules and while kink is a big part of my life for me it’s just play. Hey what ever gets you off is cool with me as long as both parties are of legal age and into it.

Hard core people will scoff at that. Its OK there are a lot of things that are not my kink so I’ don’t feel the need to have every person out there understand mine. In a lot of ways I’m not a traditional sadist but unlike a lot of people (and here I am pointing fingers to a certain extent) I will admit I’m a sadist.

I love the people who tell me “I’m not sadistic I’m a master, deity, Domme, Goddess, top or whatever. OK I Identify as a Top but guess what if you like to inflict pain even if the other person wants you to or is in some way getting off on it you’re a sadist and chances are they’re a masochist. Welcome to the club there is coffee and dough nuts on the table and we’ll have your laminated membership card for you shortly.

Thinking back over 20 years of kinky life and long before I knew what a safe word was how many times have I heard one uttered?

“Stop it Jerk!” no that doesn’t count

“Hey get off my hair!” more a request, one that I typically honor, and not exactly the use of a safe word.

“Oh you think you’re so cool tying me to the bed…Bed you can’t think of anything we haven’t tried” No safe word but we certainly tried a few things and some limits that night.

Truth is I’ve heard a few but not many over the years. They weren’t like like the scene in Eurotrip where he can’t remember or couldn’t say the safeword.

They were with people I knew and just weren’t having fun at the moment for what ever reason. If you hear a safe word too often from the same person perhaps an open minded discussion long after the heat of those moments is the best thing. The I dig this but hate that type of chat. Assuming that even most of us sadists don’t want to take someone somewhere dark they really don’t want to go.

It’s not like the bondage bunny who always needs to be untied so she can pee. Occasionally its a given, just like shit pee happens, preferably not anywhere near me or my rope once again NMK. Sometimes its unavoidable. There are the rare occasion where you have to ask is it getting tied up or being tied up and untied she (or he) is into? If its the topping from the bottom a hold it bitch might suffice nicely along with a little reenforcement with your reminder of choice.

Limits, and control. When Kink is foreplay and ultimately about sex perhaps do different rules apply? Maybe these aren’t thoughts or concerns that true lifestylers have.

Now taking into account that I’m not exactly the poster boy for an alternative life style ad perhaps I do subscribe to the RACK concept more than I realize. So I’m not a lifestyle D/s Guy, I don’t live in what would be considered a D/s relationship and by those standards I’m at best a fringe player. Which is just fine by me.

I rely on knowing the scene and my partner well enough to know their limits and trust them enough to play along as intended. If they scream some dutch word, lemon meringue pie (although I would suggest not picking a safe word that includes Tart in it should you go the baked goods route), or what ever the safe word of the day is. Stop being another lousy choice for a safe word, takes all the fun out of the word if they beg me to stop and I actually have to.

And yes at times I might play with an assortment of cruel little devices in sight, three pairs of EMT scissors with in a step just in case and no safe word. Along with the expectation that the only question that will get ask is “are those fresh batteries?”

No conclusions here just more to ponder I guess at the end of it all like so many things I think many of us are a mixture of both. That my friends in the beauty of making your own rules and playing your own way. Do what works.

A Kinkster's Christmas List

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Well ladies and Gentlemen it’s the time of year where wish lists are filled out, items are hoped for and good little boys and girls wait in gleeful anticipation. Being of a some what twisted mindset and sick of all the Nilla stuff floating through the air I’ve decided to produce my own little Kinky holiday shopping promotion. As my standard disclaimer I’m not associated with any of these sites or companies and don’t get a dime but have done business with them, have used their products or had friend raving about their stuff some where along the way.

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Are you a Bad girl or good girl who wants to be treated like bad girl? Then feel welcome to line up right here. I’ll be more than happy to help you out in just a few minutes. With all the great things and lists what do you get a favorite Kinkster who seemingly has everything and is asking for nothing? Well nothing in the you gan go buy it a mall sense of the word. Here’s a few of my favorites, just keep in mind some of these presents may be put to good use on you depending on the side of the equation you participate in.

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Starting off with a classic in a color that I just love to say! Nothing says ties me up and do all those wonderful wicked things to me like Hemp rope in Statutory Grape from Twisted Monk. For the socially conscious it is fair trade, organic and treated with allergen and animal free oils.

I like the 6mm but it comes in 4mm and 8mm. Also the site offers great free online videos to get you started.

Speaking of classic nothing is more classic than a good old fashioned spanking! So if you’re tired of perving up house hold items, have bought all the decent wood out of the local dom depot, had every wooden spoon in the neighborhood including those nice thick ones from pampered chef broken while being vigorously applied or were saddened by the fact Cracker Barrel isn’t offering the same paddle that it use to then here are a few options.

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For devotees of sting try the London Tanners Junior Spanking Paddle 15 Inches Long (yeah I know ladies you’ve heard that line before haven’t you?) in this case there’s real nine inches left for you after the 6 for the handle. At 3 inches wide it will provide enough bite and coverage. The holes always add to the the visual intimidation factor. One Subbie friend loves to find herself squirming and stinging at the end of a long OTK session. Sadly most of us never quite believe she’s going to be a good girl and decide to finish her off with a little wood.

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You can find this wicked tool of the trade at paddleyourdrawers.com under smackers. I’ve been told the paddle lives up to its billing as stingy thud. Three colors to choose from, 1/2” thick, 2.5” wide and 18” long and perfect for the naughty school girl scene. I Forgot to mention its only $15.00
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So speaking of school girls. Oh Sure you can ditch the kids, get in the minivan, trot down to the the local catholic uniform supply store and buy the real thing in a variety of colors and style but keep in mind to show off that sexy ass you’ll need to tailor the hell out of it and the old lady working behind the counter will be nervously fondling her rosary as you strut through the store in those dangerously high stripper heels deciding which plaid looks best on you or you can go to all places Ebay and find this little number brand new in a variety of sizes for under $20.00 and it includes free shipping and no sales tax in most cases.

http://stores.ebay.com/DWCStore

Since you’re playing those school scenes out why not work on a little new knowledge or at least a few new Ideas the Two Knotty Boys first book “Showing You the Ropes”. Oh so you own that one already. Most good rope folks do but the a nice IOU for their second book “Back on the Ropes”

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Speaking of rope do you still need a few more ideas. Lately I’ve been seeing and hearing more about Rainbow Rope and admittedly a large percentage of my MFP is from them. I really dig the flat MFP for corsets and gauntlet work although a little chair bondage thrown in for good measure isn’t so bad either. They will cut to order the length (at no extra charge last time I ordered from them) My only other advice on this one is that if you’re the type of person who can’t decide which color shirt to wear or buy then their color selection might be a bit over whelming.  (12/8/08 Note that since I posted this originally there have been a few threads on fetlife.com with several folks talking about shipping and customer service issues dating back to early fall.   While its not been my experience them there has been enough noise that I felt this additional caution necessary)

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So Let’s see Rope, Implements, Books, Play Clothes, and a little more rope. What else is there Shibaricon that’s what. The perfect gift for every experienced and budding rigger. I’m not sure if its new this year or not but you can buy another persons registration as a gift! The early reg fee is only $155 (accommodations is not included but the block room rate is $109 a night and its a great hotel…I’ve stayed there a lot over the years)

And sooner or later all of this will get you whipped up into a frenzy and if that’s the case you might need a whip or flogger. MT Leather has some great stuff and I can’t recommend just one thing since their choices range from from cow to bull, to Horse Hair, Elk, and rubber which is exactly what I was looking for on the day I met Tim a few years back at an event. Sadly he didn’t have any then.

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He did show me the Dragon’s tail and snapped it on his own arm leaving an impressive welt. In addition to it all he’s a really cool guy who loves what he’s doing.

Well that concludes my Kinkster Christmas list for this year. Now where in the world are are the naughty ladies?

Tempting Fate Part 2 The Wait

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So as Ann sat there on the cold stone bench waiting nervously, sipping her drink and taking in the surreal environment before her. The skin she had grown so comfortable living in was suddenly alive and tingling, moist with anticipation and nervousness. The sounds alone were enough to take her to the very edge of things she would never be able to put into words. The sites took her to a state that bordered on a controlled motionless emotional frenzy. Her own time was coming but as she watched the uninhibited display of pleasure and pain, the mix of hellish torture that seeming might never end and the deranged orgasmic cries it was producing as bodied writhed away from their tormentors one second and melted in to them the very next.

Surrender was seeming inevitable. Surrender though had so many different meanings each a personal as the person who offered or took such a thing from another. One large bare chest woman pleaded in desperate and ravenous guttural tones not for mercy but for an orgasm as another woman fiercely pincher her already bruised nipples with delightful abandon while a short stocky man in black jeans painted her back a deeper shade of crimson with a mixture of long purple and black flails affixed to a polished cherry handle. Their playmate continued on in a dreadful tone begging to be allowed come which obviously only prolonged her state of denial.

She couldn’t look away as the couple continued their torment of of the woman, stopping and leaving her unstimulated, untouched, for even mere seconds put her through more hell than any of the wicked devices applied to her. Finally the man looked at her as the woman began again pinching at her well marked chest. Caressing and then squeezing, brushing her hands over her and then back to the cruel grip she had known earlier. The man placed a hand on her stomach, looked her deeply in the eyes. Ann grew more excited watching as she imagined the man sliding his massive paw into her partners panties. She watched, eyes glued on the trio as he knelt slowly before the restrained woman whose head was now thrown backward. Kneeling there slowly touching a knee, and then the other. His hands barely dancing up the flush flesh of her round thighs. She shuddered at his touch, and moaned now the seemingly inevitable. She gasped…”Yes mistress…please” the woman in front of her took a nipples between her thumb and fore finger, clasped down tightly. So tight in fact you could see her hands and wrists quivering from the exertion. Pulling her ample chest away from her sending her entire body, skin straining from the pressure, marks on full display and pain coursing through her body. And just when she was on the brink of existence where hell seemed endlessly deep and dark, heaven arrived. The man placed a hand firmly on each hip his face in front of her smooth shaved see through mesh clad pussy. Took a long deep breath, spread her lips without ever really touching them and then blew on her clit like a gentle breeze. Immediately into spasms that hurt to watch even from a distance. Her cries of delight all that could be heard.

Ann shifted nervously in her place on that cold stone bench, so turned on by everything before that she didn’t dare look away but was torn not knowing what else she might be missing in the other areas and all around her. Over stimulated would have been an understatment.

Tempting Fate – Part One Getting Ready

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I’ve decided to set another story in DC since I love it there and that’s where I was roaming the streets a few days last week. Besides it has a bit of a sexy edge which is something my writing of late hasn’t had much of lately which is a completely different post that’s coming soon.

On a similar note I came across this photographer (in case the link doesn’t work http://alternative-images.streamlinenettrial.co.uk/skin/ and some are duplicated on suffering4art.com)on a thread on fetlife and I thought his pictures were stunning and quite original in a way a lot of Fetish works aren’t.

I haven’t corresponded with him and don’t know him personally but there is something genuinely dark and erotic in these that is so often lost in the typical fetish pictures. Well that and I’m a sucker for great black and whites. For the record my two favorites are these two image numbers !0001–DSCF5498MOD-cropped600.jpg and !0003–DSCF6633Selenium600.jpg

Now on to the story.

Part 1

She was so comfortable in her own skin. She knew everything and was in total control is what she told herself as her heels clicked up the dark side walk in the cool air of a fall evening. The breeze blew past the buildings and through her clothes, touching her soft white skin with its tepid moist caress as it danced all over her.

She knew what she wanted she had fantasized about it a million times, lurked on web sites and forums for years. She had played it all out in her head. It was old hat, same old game on a brand new field but the rules certainly wouldn’t have changed. The game was always exciting but it was the new ball field or more so the audience that added to the excitement.

Cool as could be as she stepped through the door way and into the room. It was filled with an array of colorful character each symbolizing their own unique proclivities or combinations of them. One particular assortment felt no need to wait for a more secluded space for their wicked little game. Making her way to the bar her heart raced, ever so slightly. Ordering her drink her stomach began to

flutter and swallowing hard as she saw his unassuming form in the distance she questioned whether or not tis is what she really wanted, but only for a second.

Unassuming as he was lurking in shadows some how made him all the more becoming. Moving toward her his eyes unwavering as hers met his and then looked down. She missed his smile, the wicked little smile that said more than words ever could.

“Good evening” she said nervously

He simply took her by the hand as she gulped down the last of her drink before being led across them room, down a hallway and into a large open space filled with images most would equate with a hellish mid evil torture chamber as sound of whooshing, cracks of cruel little devices against completely bared flesh and the accompanying screams and moans to match. Her heart was now pounding, her skin wet with nervous anticipation as she watched the people before her total engulfed in their own little worlds oblivious to the voyeurs taking delight in their actions.

She wondered what does one say to some one say to these people after they’ve finished. Is it polite to clap, to tell them you enjoyed their display of intimacy and surrender through a polite comment after the fact or was it best to just share a knowing smile.

She wondered because something told her soon enough it would be her on display.