Back in the Swing

February 26th, 2017

MP&C is getting back into the swing of things. We’ve had a few weeks of really good numbers <knock, knock> this month. Getting people in from WW, from FFF, from Meetup (change your password if you use this site), from 50 Shades Darker, and from all the various word of mouth and newbie groups/meetings. We’re kicking into gear getting presenters (contact group leaders if you want to teach) for both Wednesdays and our Fetnights. And more crew is coming out each week, too.

He and I have been getting back into the swing of Wednesdays, too. We had some really great rope practice, trying out a different waist harness, in a couple different ways. I found it extremely painful, but I expected it, so could stay in it for a bit while we sorted out why. Then he tied me up old-school style, and I had a really great flight. Soaring up into the air, high enough to pull slight screams of delight as my tummy flip-flopped.

 

This past week, we had fun on the floor. The high points were full of people all night, working on rigs and ties, or just enjoying themselves. He decided to clean out his bag and I went to sit with him. He found his bag of clips and clamps and I ended up with clamps on my nipples and little red clips scattered about my body. Then he put one on my ear, on the cartilage at the front of my ear. This one just kept sinking deeper and deeper and brought me to tears in no time. I couldn’t keep my hand from reaching for it, but I didn’t want to actually touch it, so my fingers stroked my cheek and jaw right in front of it. Once he finally took it off my ear, the last of the clips and clamps he removed, he put it on my nipple. Then he ordered me to do five jumping jacks. It took me at least a minute or two to get to my feet and do it, my nipple so tender already.

The bag also held a bunch of Mr Malaprop toys, so he beat me about the thighs with those as well, as I sat beside him. He also pulled out Uncle for a few strikes to my thighs, chest and back, while I howled in pain. Both left some lovely bruises decorating my flesh. He also decided to use some of his favorite toys, that he always has with him – his hands. And squeezed the shit out of my calves, causing me to writhe screaming and crying on the floor. While I was there, he also smacked my ass, since it was right there in view, with a paddle or two. Squeezing my calves to hold me in place if I tried to squirm away from the strikes.

After repacking most of his things away, he kept out a bundle of rope and considered me. Motioning my shirt off, and saying not yet when I asked about the skirt, he began to tie. Rope tight around my chest first, and then around each breast. Cupcaking them for, either the first, or one of the few times in my life. Holding me tight against his chest while he tied and I moaned in pain leaning into him. He even put in a fuck-you line to complete the pain and difficult breathing.

Then he pulled out his whip and we were off to the corner of the room, so he had room to swing. With the tie, it was difficult to get my hands behind my back, but I mostly managed to keep them out of the way. He laid line after line into my breasts, while I squealed and screamed. He even had me turn to one side and the other, so he could catch just my nipples in the swing. A few off-target strikes here and there, but still today, my breasts are coated in red lines.

It was an excellent night of connection, pain, screams, tears, and love.

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Bedtime Thoughts

November 30th, 2016

It’s bedtime, so of course, my brain has woken up. It started with – I haven’t written in a couple days because of Busy. Then it went to, it’s the end of the month. Then, what haven’t I written about from my initial list. Hard Limits and Cuckqueaning came to mind.

Cuckqueaning had come into my head when I first wrote that list, as I thought about revising my hard limits list. Cuckqueaning – the female version of cuckolding – for a woman’s partner to have sex with another woman. In the kink sense, this is often done with the full knowledge, and sometimes in front of the cuckqueaned partner, where that partner derives sexual pleasure from their partner’s relations with another.  For me, this isn’t just “not my thing,” it feels emotionally harmful to me. Not other people doing it for their own pleasure, but if a partner of mine was to do it to me, as a sadomasochistic thing.

This isn’t about my partners playing with other people, or my partners having other partners. There have been teasing “threats” in the past of sitting me on one side of the room (in various states), while a partner did sexual things on the other side of the room with someone else. It was usually laughed off, and never followed through with. A comment earlier this year, teasingly suggesting I find someone other than myself to sexually please a partner triggered extremely negative feelings. Other things were going on, and it was part of the “no time to deal with this now” phase I had myself in, so I let it go and pushed it away to deal with later. I think this is all hitting on my degradation hard limit. To me, this falls into that category of not good for me. Along with the “not ____ enough” bullshit my mind throws up with no outside help.

So, my Hard Limits are pretty simple these days, with him: Nothing that would likely end up with me in hospital or jail or morgue. No physical, emotional, mental, or financial Harm. With other people, I think my post from November 17th, 2013 is still pretty valid. Every now and then, I just find new things that fall under the currently listed categories.

 

What else haven’t I touched on? Whipping Post. Skin Time. Private Time. Art. I think I’ve touched on all the rest of the list, in one way or another. So, let’s take these, one at a time, to finish up the month. (There might be another post later today, depending on how things go.)

Whipping Post. He’s been practicing a lot with his whip lately – I mentioned this earlier this month. Trying out some new swings – one that’s really heavy. It reminds me of whipping post scenes from movies, like in Mockingjay. Obviously, he’s not taking my skin off – that’s a no-no around here, plus I can barely stand for the strikes as they are. I want to stand up to the strikes, but we’re generally out in the middle of a big empty room, nothing to brace against. Not to mention it is cold and I’m usually not terribly warmed up for that sort of thing when we’re doing it. But there’s an inkling of curiosity, morbid though it may be.

Skin Time. One of the things I really enjoy with my unlabeled partner(I really need to pick an alias of some sort) is skin time. Time to just be naked with one another. Our skin touching, fingertips brushing lightly, hands warming bare flesh. The feeling of us together, pressed close, sharing warmth and sensation fully. It is a completely different type of connection than just snuggling up fully clothed (also a nice thing to share). And it is more precious to me than I realized before I was without it for so long.

Private Time. In our busy lives, it is often hard to find private time with him. We have poly family nights, and we have practice/class nights, and we have club nights. Given our schedules and the relative locations of our homes and venues, we hardly ever ride to things together any more. Lately, though, his wife has had things to do early on our family nights, so we’ve had time to catch up before she gets home. But it’s always with the knowledge that her arrival, if not imminent, is still fairly soon.

I know, should I need to have a conversation, or some such, I can let him know, and time will be made. But the yearning is different than that, and too undefined for me to form a request. I miss having time for just us, but I haven’t the slightest idea where we could create it these days. Or what we would do with it, given everything. Once again, I’m back to the sentiments from my Asking post – figure out what I’m looking for, and remember to ask.

Art. Writing is my art. It is my passion. It is my way of putting little bits of my soul into the world. It creates happiness within me, and brings me peace. I have very much enjoyed getting so many thoughts down on “paper” and out into the world this month. Of locking my inner critic up, for the most part, and just letting myself speak my truths. At this point I’m crossing 9,500 words, not anywhere near the NaNo goal of 50K, but it has been good for me, and I hope to continue it forward. I hope you, dear readers, have enjoyed this month as much as I have.

Now, maybe my brain will let me go to sleep. 😉

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April Fools Day

April 1st, 2016

I’ve seen a few amusing stories today, a few good memes, and the usual roundup of new, amusing products from ThinkGeek. I don’t know that I’ve ever really taken this day to heart. I’m not a practical joker, I’m just sarcastic. But I noticed I haven’t posted in a while, so I figured, day aside, why not?

The new job(s) are filling my weekdays, and starting Sunday, half my weekend, too. It will be very good for me, financially. But I’m still working on finding a work-life-food-sleep balance. This coming week will be my first full, six-day workweek. I’ve gotta do better at lunch.

On the kinky side of things. I keep having thoughts of stuff to write late at night, I try to put notes in my bedside notebook, but they don’t make as much sense in the morning light.

We’ve got Wednesday nights again, and we’ve had some good flogging and whip practice here and there. I’ve had a balloon bondage scene on the burner ever since Wickedness, but the young lady and I haven’t quite managed to sync up yet.

I had an awesome spanking/paddling with him this past FFF.  Another friend was down to visit and they played, and then he pulled me down over them both. It was a very good night. We had other friends come out, as well, and there were more snuggles and hair playing. Want more like that. 🙂

This weekend I’m up with the boy, for some nice naked time, relaxing, and orgasms. As we both work on convincing the other of his/her attractiveness. 😉

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The Circle of Kink

May 17th, 2015

Sometimes, it is really nice to go back to the beginning.

We had a whips class Friday night, with a very entertaining teacher.

Through the entire class, I sat watching the presentation on a massage table, while he stood behind me, flicking the whip across my back. Making my hair flick back and forth to find his range. Coming up beside me now and then, to runs his fingers over the welts, and check out a technique being shown. A class is going, so I keep my mouth shut, trying to keep the squeaks inside. Twitching at every sharp crack. He’s picked up a whip now and then over the last few years, but we’ve really not done much with them since that first club. Gods, I’ve missed that.

Every major event that has had a vendor with whips, we’ve looked at them. He knows which one he wants. But the expense… I even considered finding the money and having daddy bring one up when he was coming to visit, but neither the money finding, nor the visit ended up happening.

Later in the night he ordered me back up onto that table, hands and knees, and flicked the whip across my ass and thighs. I squirmed and shrieked and threw him dirty looks. Until he ordered me to stillness, and I hunkered down, head between my arms. Still screaming, but staying far more still, though not completely- it’s a whip for godsake.

Then the tears came. The fighting to be still, the sharp stings. Over and over in the same spot. And they burst free. He checked in a couple times, grinning, as I sobbed. Whipping them out more and more. Then he came to the head of the table and kissed me.

How’d that feel?

Good. But not so good on my shoulders.

I collapse down flat on the table. He grinned and ordered me to sit up on my ass, now covered in whip kisses, as well as the bite marks he’d left earlier. Wincing, I comply. And he returns to flicking the whip against my skin, this time the outside of my thighs, with an occasional arm-shot.

I am covered in whip kisses. This weekend. And we still have a rope class to go. So grateful for this wonderful life I live.

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List Five – Surprising Kinky Discoveries

February 5th, 2014

You thought these were all going to be vanilla, didn’t you? Never fear.

Top Three Surprising (to me) Kinky Discoveries

  1.  I could do needles without passing out (and want to do them again)
  2. I like whips
  3. Gags aren’t just a jaw problem, they freak me out

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Monday Morning Microgasm

June 24th, 2013

She stands, hands cuffed above her head, as he stalks around her, cracking his whip on her flesh.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Snap, nipple. Snap, nipple.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Crack, clit.

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I Made Stuff and Things

May 30th, 2013

No clear ideas, so, what’s been going on? Last night I made a 15ish foot piece of 8ish millimeter hemp rope, as well as four whip crackers – one thick yellow, and three thin pinks. It was craft night, and I actually participated and it was good fun. Others were making “pillow” floggers from thread and beating sticks from bundles of skewers, always a good time.

What else? Camping with the poly family and friends this past weekend. Getting accepted to grad school. Looking for a new place to live, and ways to cut expenses. Looking for a new job. And pondering the universe, as always. Topics that have recently crossed my mind: body image and clothing, collars and belonging, private time and scheduling, and erotica. I wrote the next month’s worth of Monday Morning Microgasms and scheduled them to post. I considered writing an erotica today, but my brain just isn’t in it. Summer is kicking in and it’s just so hot out and inside. I’ve got journals typed up and printed, and now I have a 3-hole punch so I can put them into binders and start going through things chronologically all together. I might still need to dig through email as well, but I’m closer anyway. COPE tickets are on sale this week, but I’ve officially decided to save that money for my trip to England next August.

Started watching some Star Trek TNG this evening when I found I could still access Netflix after all. Puts me in mind of embarrassing old fantasies. Fantasies of Riker, Wesley, Q… Not to mention playing off Q’s powers to send me back to live with the Newsies or the TMNT cast. Though, lately, I’ve found the Casey Jones character more interesting than the turtles themselves. I mean, he carries a cricket bat, FFS… Mmmmm cricket bats.

Anyway. Last week’s post should have been the 4th Anniversary post. This blog is now four years old, with over 320 posts, with 199 comments, and 421 pingbacks (thank you e[lust]). This site has had nearly 20,000 views, with the most views in one day being 120 on Monday April 16th, 2012. This was mostly people coming through the aforementioned e[lust] to read Special Request. A post which is the top viewed post on this site with nearly 1000 views all on its own. Followed closely by Tied up and Tossed in a Corner coming in just below 850 views. And my favorite stat to browse, the search terms that bring readers in. Topping the list, of course, is perverted imp, but following just behind are: “art or porn” and “clothespin zipper.” Oddly enough, this week, someone also came in with the search term “plastic shrews fiddle.” Why would you want one of plastic, I wonder?

So, happy anniversary dear readers, and many more to come.

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Modern Dungeon Quarterly Issue Four Available Now

November 1st, 2012

The cover is finished. The edits are in. The PDF is uploaded. The index is posted. Are you ready for the best Modern Dungeon Quarterly issue yet?

Featuring AIS Kink Labs and the AIS Mobile Dungeon. We have an article from Victor Pringle on his very best Bondage Chair. Perverted Imp, Mechanica and Daydreamweaver all return with articles to help make your dungeon the best place to play in town.

Modern Dungeon Quarterly Issue 4

Modern Dungeon Quarterly: Modern Dungeon Quarterly Issue 4

Issue Four of Modern Dungeon Quarterly, featuring AIS Kink Labs and Mobile Dungeon.

Find out more on MagCloud

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Curiosity

May 27th, 2012

What am I curious about? Am I scared, intrigued, confused, aroused?

Needle Play – scared. Needles make me hyperventilate and pass out. But I want to know what it feels like. I want to do it without panicing so badly. I’m not sure I can.

Breath Play – intrigued. I’ve only done little bits of it. Partly because of my throat. And partially because of my dislike of gags. But I’m curious what it would actually be like to play with.

Whips – scared/aroused. I’ve always had a length limit on my hard limits. Terrified of the long, loud whips. I’ve only played with an old short signal whip and dragontails. I’m scared of longer ones, or better ones, but I really want to get him one.

Waterboarding – scared/intrigued. I don’t like water up my nose. I don’t swim properly without a nose plug. So not interested in the inverted pouring water over the face so it goes into the nasal cavity. But I’m Really curious about the pillow case/sheet over the head while sitting upright and water being poured down over the head, type.

Hot Wax – intrigued. Have only done it once, on the bottoms of my feet while suspended. Quite curious what it would feel like in other places.

Boot licking – intrigued/scared. I’ve still not done it. After the class at COPE, I got curious, but I’m still kinda embarrassed by wanting to. And when I do his boots, I’d rather do it before I grease them, but usually it doesn’t seem appropriate to stop halfway through to lick them after I just cleaned them.

Water box – intrigued. Every time he mentions it, I want to try it. Then his mind wanders into other uses for such a box and I want to hide. Terrible, wonderful imagination, that one.

Anal play – scared/confused/aroused. This one’s an odd area for me. No good experiences with anal sex. So not really interested in that so much. But mild stimulation Sounds interesting, but I’ve not really had that confirmed in any way but the power exchange. I like my ass being played with externally. But I have so many digestive issues that I worry about sticking things up there. And my inexperienced confusion has led me to red once already.

Fisting(vaginal) – aroused. Being that aroused and open. I’ve never actually done fisting and I think it would be fun.

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Round Two

March 22nd, 2012

“Now for what I want.”

“Yes, Sir.” She gripped the cross legs behind her thighs and grinned back at him.

Crack Snap Crack.

He landed a hit on each nipple and a teasing mid-air snap in front of her nose. She squealed and tensed trying to remain perfectly still. Clenching her hands on the boards lest she reflexively cover herself.

Crack Crack.

Crack Crack.

She let out her breath in a scream when he finished, barely able to keep her hands down, as he laid two lines across each breast. Bright red kisses pointing to her nipples. Mumbling curses as she caught her breath, gazing up at his giddiness.

Crack.

She howled and bounced on one leg as he caught her thigh.

Crack.

He stopped her bouncing with a strike to the other leg.

She gasped and half-glared, half-grinned up at him.

Then she saw the light bulb and he turned to get a different toy.

“Close your eyes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her breath quickened as she strained to hear a hint of what he was getting. She could tell where he was, but there were so many toys there, and he was being careful.

She felt him return, closer than before, and he wasted no time.

Thwap!

She yelped as rubber floggers slammed down on her breasts.

Thwap. Thwap.

She groaned into the hits, keeping her eyes closed and her chin up to avoid the falls.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap!

Left. Right. Both. She gasped and moaned at the hits.

The he picked up a beat. And the rocked together. Single hits per beat. Double. And then triple. Six-count to the beat of the music. She started with a groan, building into a moan and ending with a scream.

He pulled back down. Double and then single hits per beat. Quarter notes on her chest. Pounding out gasps and moans.

“Can… I… Open… My… Eyes… Sir?” She managed between gasps.

His response was to pick up speed again until she screamed and tried to collapse, but there was nowhere to go. Pausing for a moment, he answered.

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She managed through ragged gasps, and she opened her eyes to see his glowing face before her. Tears filling her eyes, but her smile matching his.

He returned to simple beats, staring into her eyes now. They moved together, breathed together, energy flowing free and joyful between them.

A new song came on, and he picked up the pace. Not too fast, but fast enough to send her humming into space.

Thwap gasp. Thwap moan. Thwap gasp. Thwap moan.

Into six count, her head fell back, eyes closed, hardly remembering to breathe in as it all came out in a long, moaning growl, fingers digging into the wooden cross.

Thwap!

A downbeat to end the song and she nearly falls, but he is there, hand in her hair, holding her up, kissing her.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” He pulls her off the cross and against his chest.

“I love you, Sir.” She wraps her arms around him.

“I love you, too.” He kisses her forehead and leads her off to blankets and cuddles.

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