Live Performance “Tryst @ Little Red Studio 05/2010″ from Twisted Monk on Vimeo.

So if nothing else life is Ironic.  I’m reading the latest issue of Playboy to the Chesty Blonde and there is a fact about old acquaintances reconnecting through Facebook creating “romantic turmoil”.  It’s a topic I’ve touched on in the past.  Then I log on to my personal FB account and there it is starting me right in the face…another name from my past.

It’s funny that on my lifestyle accounts I can have anyone in the world and the Blonde doesn’t flinch Porn Stars No Problem, Old Lovers and Playmates…again no issues.   Nude’s and graphic videos and pics of people I know being very, very dirty…all the better.   People I did or do absolutely obscene things to in the name of expressing my sexual drive no worries.  She doesn’t break a sweat.  She knows that there is the part of me that needs that sort of outlet for my own satisfaction after all whether its showing or not I am a carnal person most of the time.  Enter the other page…after all even I need to keep my lifestyle hidden from most coworkers, parents (remember my mother calls me a pornographer), great Aunt Mille and the like.  It’s sort of my own don’t ask don’t tell policy…don’t ask about what I do and I won’t tell you but if you ask well then all bets are off.

The funny part is most of my adult world knows me and has for 25+ years as Malflic.  One would think when wanting to find me that is where they would look but apparently my birth name is far too tempting.  Here’s what I’ve learned in the past few months about folks that don’t fit that group of old lovers and playmates or a few who treat the past as the past.

1)      A girl you went out with in high school as an underclassman for 2 months may seem harmless but she is far more dangerous than the slut you tied up last week sending pictures of her latest aerial session with disco balls hanging from her nipple rings.   OK so they were Christmas ornaments but I still think they look like disco balls. Lock up your husband and watch out for the Nilla’s.

2)      The now intensely Christian mother of her own large brood of bible toting types who happens to be a reformed slut I did in a group setting on a pool table 22 years ago sends me a note.  I accept the request btw her profile picture was taken in the front of a church.   She is probably just a Jezebel lying in wait for the next aloof deviant to come along. Tired of the holy life with a seemingly nice conservative looking man.  I see the threat.  OK not really.  Let’s do the math no matter what you call me I am not religious.  Still I heard about it.  In this case I’m not surprised which profile she chose.

3)      When talking about an email from an old acquaintance your first statement apparently shouldn’t be she use to have a fucking slamming body…and the follow up also should be well damn she still does.  Funny the Blonde was surprised I remember the woman for her body.  I wasn’t she wasn’t a classic beauty she was fucking hot!  Still I suppose I should react a little differently but when I can show her a pic from a current friend or nudie mag it’s all fine.  My honesty is part of the dynamic of our relationship.  Sure the lifestyle one would have fit except she has no clue about my lifestyle.  Score one more for Birth name.

4)      Having a friend who has spent the last 20 years working in the Porn industry is fine. On that front some things never change. He used my non lifestyle FB but then again he was also using his birth name and not the one he does business under.  Makes sense to me.

So I’ve started telling her upfront when I hear from a person who has been 10 or 20 years removed from my life shows back up.  Everyone has boundaries and this seems to be one that I never expected.  So when a woman who she probably should be worried about her intentions pops up.  She reminds me “she owes you a picture of her new tits.”  Maybe it was because she knew her and we all use to hang out and party some.  Maybe because she was a person the Blonde knew the history of and that we had been “friends” long before the Blonde ever entered the picture.  Maybe because years ago I had in some way made it clear that that particular relationship and person was not one I’d forgo.  Maybe it’s because in her own twisted way the woman in question was a lifestyle person.

So it’s yesterday afternoon.  I ‘m not doing much as I lay in front of the TV watching The Incredibles on DVD and I begin surfing.   I log into fetlife and pine over missing Shibaricon but it was cool to visit with family over the weekend. I checked Email and twitter for the first time in days.   I showed the video at the top of the page to TCB and tell her how hot I thought it was.  She tells me I’m a geek and she still prefers the Idiot Mitten video.  Then absentmindedly I logged onto FB while being told I do not “need to buy 8mm rope”.  I’m surfing my own little wave in my own little world,  babbling about needing leathers and still not finding new boots.   Then randomly I log in under my birth name.  There is was an email from a stunningly beautiful woman who I had not laid eyes on in 25 years when were just kids. I mention it to the Blonde. She just looks at me and asks “any history there”.

Now this is where I’m faced with a choice of how to answer.  I smiled and said “well a little bit we used to play together and she was one of the first people I tied up.”  The Blonde pondered my response offering “I knew you started young but didn’t realize it was that young”  I just laughed like the devil and grinned the widest wicked grin.   The Blonde can be a very jealous girl when she doesn’t know about something and I could see that streak rising in her.  So being the sadist that I am I let it sink in as I typed a little note back to my long lost friend.  Finally letting her curiosity  get the better of her she asked if I knew from the email what she was into these days.   “No clue considering we were playing army when I tied her up.”  She looked at me “Army? You were doing an army role play?”  Still laughing  “No I wasn’t doing a role play I was playing we were 8 maybe 10 there was nothing more to it than the fact I caught someone on the other team.”

And just when my lover looked a little relieved I added “but I can’t help but wonder what she’d look like all tied up today” Did I ever mention my cruel sense of humor?

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.

At the heart of the matter even though my life is deranged both professionally and personally by most people’s standards but the rest of the house hold lives a very normal existence and despite my lack of faith the kids attend catholic school.  At their school they have a saint parade where they have to pick a saint, do a report and then dress up as that saint. I guess it’s sort of the anti Halloween party thing.  One year I picked the kids up after their “saint party” dressed as the devil since our annual party was that night and the theme was Heaven and Hell.  Despite my hedonistic existence, blasphemous behavior, and 16 years of overpriced catholic education I had no idea that saints used rope to hold their clothes on.  I thought it was the sole province of the Hill Billy side of my genealogy which I am sure none of whom are even remotely qualified for canonization.

The following conversation took place over breakfast yesterday.

The Chesty Blonde (TCB): “ Lilly needs some type of belt for her saint costume”

Me “ um ok”  at this point I’m laying in front of the fire place nursing my morning addiction and admiring my partner’s cleavage beneath the tight black cami.

TCB  “ I was thinking some type of rope for a belt”

Me “ ok what kind of rope?”

At this point I’d like to point out I’m a bit of a rope coinsure, it’s not a surprise to most people reading this and certainly not to TCB. So I continue.

Me   “so what color?  Do you want something natural or MFP?” the list went on and on.  Amelda Marcos had closet full of shoes she’d never worn and I have bag of rope that never been used “just in case”.

TCB  just rolled her eyes as I scampered off with coffee in hand to collect an assortment of rope I’d not yet gotten around to using for a more nefarious purpose. Upon my return I heard.

TCB “can we cut it?”

Me “ do we have to?”  Mean while a pair of EMT shears were well with insight. I brought them along out of habit more than anything.

It was decided that a 10ft piece of new natural Twisted Monk 6mm hemp was the right look.  So I knotted the thing and  unraveled  and frayed the ends to where I  had finished the rope all while doing a small diatribe how whipped ends were so much better.  I figured that eventually I’d have to cut it to fit as a belt but it wouldn’t be the first time I’d cut a piece of rope.

I spent the next 15 minute tying and untying a series of cuffs and shackles on the Blonde with various other ropes while sipping coffee.  She looked bored but humored me and eventually made an off hand comment about me being out of practice when one knot was slightly askew.  I reassured her that was fine and that I’d get plenty of practice tonight after work.

After all any morning where I get to spend an extra 45 minutes alone with the Blonde is a great morning, when it involves coffee  even better.  Add some rope to the mix and it’s just like heaven .

After school Lilly is none the wiser and thrilled to have her costume complete.  Of course it led to her swinging the rope like an irate invading Viking would a mace or battle axe before she turned to me and asked how cowboys tie a lasso.  So of course I showed her.  She spent the night tying and untying the lasso and roping a dining room chair like a run away calf.  It might be a good skill to have since we live in the Midwest and she’ll be in great shape if we ever move to Texas.

As for me I it’s another first since I sincerely doubt that any previous saints in the school’s long, illustrious, and over priced history had a part of their costume that went from being a potential shackle for some random stunt bunny type to a much holier purpose.

Lilly later asked me “is that good rope?” seeing as she’s fairly fashion and brand conscious it really wasn’t an odd question. So I reassured it would be the best quality rope on any of the costumes which seemed to suffice.  All the while I was thanking my own nonexistent personal deity that she wasn’t asking for a brand.  Then what would I have said?  “Oh I ordered it from a specialty shop on the internet.“  I doubt my mind would have been that quick under the circumstances.

Today as I got ready for work and she headed out the door for school dressed as St. Genevieve (I think the Patron Saint of Paris, I’m more familiar with the sister or Mercy’s Greatest hits)  for me there is a deranged sense of satisfaction knowing that first and foremost the kid was happy with her costume.  Secondly that even now a little bit of my twisted soul is walking the halls of some place it would not be welcome.   As for religion in general…well what can I say?  Catholics are a kinky lot.  I should know I spent most of my teens honing my skills with the girls tight white blouses, short plaid skirts and deviant sexual desires.  Actually if it weren’t for them I might be a very different person; I never tied a nice Jewish, Hindu or Buddhist girl to anything until years later.

Yes I know I’m going to hell.  No need to remind me.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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”

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)

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.

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?

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.

]]> http://www.malflic.com/2008/11/22/tempting-fate-part-2-the-wait/feed/ 0 http://www.malflic.com/2008/11/22/tempting-fate-part-one-getting-ready/ http://www.malflic.com/2008/11/22/tempting-fate-part-one-getting-ready/#comments Sat, 22 Nov 2008 14:53:24 +0000 Malflic http://malflic.com/?p=119 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.

V- My mind is racing and before he’s even said a word I know just by my posture standing there boldly, not giving and inch, looking him squarely in they eye that I am tempting fate.

Tempting him, daring him to try to take me to that place that he wants so desperately to take me to and that maybe, some where that I’m not entirely willing to admit I might really like to go.

My heels level the stature playing field…slightly! My outfit is tempting enough to turn any man to putty, make them dance to my whims and not theirs, to give me absolutely anything I ever wanted…and so much more.

M- So I walked into the room and there she is waiting, One look tells me Oh so here we go again, she is in one of those moods, thinking I’ll back down thinking she holds all the cards, thinking that she’ll wear me down and be the one who really is in control. Not to night not unless she yells out the only thing that will make me stop, A safe word. Other wise all the begging and pleading and struggling in the world won’t help her until I decide it’s finished. Who cares if she’s had enough limits were meant to be tested, boundaries just like strong willed little sluts were meant to be broken.

V- “Ahh about time you got here I was afraid you wouldn’t show. That the possibility that it was entirely too much for your stiff stoic little mind to handle. I’m not you’re average girl you know.”

My words are bold and not until after the last one escaped my lips did I notice there was something different about him tonight. He seemed more like a statue cut from the most magnificent granite…hard and cold. But I still continued on as he crossed the long open room toward me. His foot steps are slow and hauntingly heavy, echoing loudly. His standard casual attire was missing, replaced with leather pants, a black T shirt and big black ominous boots. Still I taunted him.

“I’m not sure what you has in mind but playing war really isn’t doing much for me so an you lose the fifth infantry battalion shoes. I had other thing in mind.”

M- “That’s ok what I’m going to do to you tonight is a direct violation of the Geneva Convention.”

V- My mouthed opened before I thought. “Oh so you planned on playing war. Because on second thought I realized that you might be doing a gay biker impersonation of Johnny Cash.” Realizing his words were cold and his steps toward me slowed as I glared at him, daring him to try to come closer. I had backed him down so easily men really can be such simple little play things. And right when I was about to speak. To make sure he knew that no matter how the scene played out I was the one calling each and every shot.

He stopped. I stepped forward. He didn’t move. I moved closer again just one step. Maybe he really was just a beautiful statue since he was completely still and silent. So I batted my eyes and worked my way towards him again ever so slowly. Now we stood not more than 10 feet apart. I mocked him noticing the small black bag he was carrying “NICE PURSE! It even matches your outfit I’m so proud of you”.

Not a word, perhaps I wondered if I hurt his feelings men can be so soft and sensitive theses days. As I approached closing the last of the distance he smiled the most wicked little grin.

Finally his voice broke the silence

M - “That’s a good start. A very good start.”

V -What is? You standing still and silent. True some times I do like the strong silent type but not the still and silent type. It might be an indication of a lack of other skills, if you know what I mean.

M- “No the good start was that you already learned to come.”

V- and just then I realized that he had been in control all along, that I had played right into what he wanted but the game was far from over. “I plan on coming a lot”

M – “I bet you do. Hand!”

V- So I started to Clap (insert clapping) and then he snatched my hand right at the wrist. I pulled and put the other one behind my back quickly in an act of futile defiance. I’ll give him one thing he is a very strong man because as I pulled and all but hung my body weight from the limb he has seized and he didn’t so much as flinch holding me there like I was nothing more that a feather.

M- Now we are going to do this my way, every single second of it my way, and it will be a night you you’ll never forget.

V – “Unlikely” I bratted back at him. But as his grip tightened like a vice I could feel his warm flesh was indeed not stone now however his eyes were wicked in a way I had never seen before and he wore a sneer bordering on a grin. “I dare you to even try”. Bratting him once again

He let go of my wrist and it joined my other hand behind my back with such force that I stumbled backward, lost my balance, and crumbled in to a sexy heap on the floor.

M-”Strip”

V- Really had he become monosyllabic, “Hand! Strip!” Not much in the way of conversation to seduce a girl but hey I’ll play along in the name of a good time. So I found my way to my feet. Took another step or two back to make sure he had a really good view and started to move ever so slowly. Running my hand over my curves, a touch here, a little pat there, a shimmy a shake and a wiggle before reaching for the first buttons and then the second I drug our my little number for a good ten minutes before I got down to noting more than heels and panties.

M “So you only get one choice tonight. Which would you like first what’s in my bag or pocket first”

V “well a girl like me has to keep her options open. Is what’s in the bag bigger than what’s in your pocket?”

M “Of course it is. But you’re going to get both so pick”

V- Well I certainly hope so. So would I rather go from big to small or small to big?”

M- as I said your choice. Pick.

V- “let’s go with big first” and as I started toward him he tossed the bag at my feet. Completely unnecessary but I made the most of it, walked past the bag. Turned my back side towards him and bent over slowly and playfully making sure he was watching. The boy’s blood had to be boiling just watching me but to his credit he wasn’t letting it show. We’ll see how strong his will is when I get a little closer. And the second I looked toward the bag. CRACK right across my ass, and some where between the unexpected smack and the gasp I let out he swatted me again. So I snatched the bag stood up and was about to set things straight.

M- Put them on NOW!

V- What the fuck was that!

M – not even the start now open the bag and put them on or I will.

V- Opening the bag I saw four thick red leather cuffs with glistening d rings that could keep an aircraft carrier docked. These weren’t sex shop novelty items they were the real thing. Pushing him a little bit more “I won’t and you can’t make me” And with that he swallowed me in his arms and wrestled me to the ground before I knew what was going on I was face down with a hand behind my back and one cuff almost on.

I struggled and he spanked me again to get my attention. For one reason or another I kept struggling and when I reached back with my other arm to cover my now stinging and searing hot ass he grabbed that hand and put the cuff on.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>V- .. –>[endif]–>Bastard

M – YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A BASTARD I AM, BUT YOU’RE GOING TO FIND OUT!

V- Well I’m not sure if you’ve ever been tackled, pinned to the ground naked, smacked and cuffed. It can be quite the experience but I wasn’t going to give in that easy he was going to have to work for my respect. So always being the consummate brat I protested and told him “I dared you to make me put on the ankle cuffs”.

M – Fine have it your way.

V – The next sound was of a karabiner working its wicked little magic and then he picked me up like a rag doll. I just love it when that happens and set me back up on my feet. About the time that same time he managed to take a hold of my arms and lock the two cuffs together in front of me.

Guess I still haven’t learned since I decided to tell him “that was stupid now I couldn’t put the other cuffs on if I wanted to”

M – “Oh you can and you will. You just need a little proper motivation”

V - about that time he reached for the bag and unzipped a few sections I had over looked. He began pulling out an assortment of wicked little things that left nothing to the imagination. It was quite certain what they were for and more importantly that he intended to use each and every one of them on me.

So I decided to rethink my approach and took a seat, trying not to come crashing down. He just stood there and watched as I fumbled with my bound hands to collect the cuffs, contort my body and put them around my ankles.

He towered in the distance watching with wicked delight as I struggled. Looking at me and the picking up some biting little implement or another seemingly at about the exact second I was going to give up or say something.

Finally with both of them in place I rolled from my bottom to my knees and before I could reach forward to balance my self to stand he stepped right in front of me.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>M- .. –>[endif]–>See a little motivation always helps, but don’t think you’re getting off that easy. Besides I like the position you’re in. Kneeling at my feet seems to suit you.

V- “Don’t get used to it won’t last for long.”

M- That’s right it won’t I have other uses for you. It seems we have forgotten something oh yes the thing in my pocket,

V- So with that he pulled out a long black silk scarf. I felt its soft coolness as he covered my eyes. In the darkness I could feel my skin tingling, the stimulation fading ever so slightly from our earlier encounter, the hard leather of the cuffs against wrists and the weight of it against my ankles. He helped me to my feet and led me across the room, down what I imagined to be the hall and into who knows where. He clasped my legs wide to something very solid.

Leaned me forward slightly and uncuffed my hands placing each of my fingers around a cold metal bar. As I griped it tightly the sound of chains ensuring my hands stayed in place echoed through my mind.

I waited and heard foot steps come and go. No doubt how he had left me he was collecting all those cruel devices I say him handling so eagerly in the other room.

M- Is there anything you’d like to say before we really begin

Victoria- Considering my options and for once choosing my words very carefully I stood silently.

M- Well?

Victoria- “You’re going to have to make me” and before I could finish the sentence he tore the last stitch of clothing off my body in one violent unapologetic pull. I screamed out “I’m yours, do what ever you want to me, I want and need you to. I want to submit”

Finally we were getting somewhere good and things hadn’t even really started yet.