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Brimstone Reflections, Part III

Published on November 29, 2011 in assault, bdsm, Brimstone, consent, D/s, kink, musings, sexuality, stupid people, submissive and Uncategorized. 2 Comments

Perhaps the class that moved me the most was the workshop with Laura Antoniou. (Author of The Marketplace novels.) MasterDoc attended her class the day before on becoming a better dominant. He really enjoyed it and decided to assign DeeDee and I to go to the corollary submissive one the next day. Laura is really down to earth about bdsm. She points out that in real life, sometimes dinner has to be made and it’s NOT going to be the sub/slave doing it. Her novels, or any other bdsm erotica, films, etc. present fantasy – not reality. I think MasterDoc was blindsided when after the class DeeDee and I had things we want to discuss with him – unmet needs and that sort of thing. The discussion was largely about submissives being assertive about their needs, lest the relationship turn sour. She made the excellent point that “the gift of submission” is bullshit. Subs don’t do service for the thank yous, or because they think the sun shines out of the Dominant’s ass. They do it for the kinky sex! I get to play and have my fantasies fulfilled by my Dom in return for helping him with his life. And the truth is, he helps me in my life too.

Early on, she discussed the exercise of writing down 100 things you can offer as service. She encouraged us (and the Doms in their session) to break out of the “housework” box! There’s many other ways a sub can serve. For instance, when MasterDoc needs library books or something quickly looked up online, he turns to me. It’s something I’m good at and do all the time and I can provide that service to make his life easier. I think I’d like to take this on as an exercise. I may just walk away from it feeling pretty damn good about my talents. (Another exercise I might work on is what sort of puppy I’d be, and what I’d be called as a puppy.)

For most of the weekend, I reflected on how tolerant, respectful and loving the bdsm community can be. We’re fed this tale that bdsm is bad and religious people are the ones offering love and acceptance. Bullshit. There are tons of varied kinks but since we’re all reviled or denigrated in some way because of our kinks we come together to provide a place where we can just be ourselves for a few days. I see many transgender people at these events – is it that trans people are more kinky or is it simply that they find acceptance (and safety from violence) within the bdsm community?

There was a spa set up with people offering massages. I received a massage on Saturday night after our scene. While the entirety of my life experience with men made me a bit nervous to let a stranger massage me, I realized that most of the time I feel safer around kinkster men since there’s such a big emphasis on consent, respect and safety. The amateur masseuse was totally professional and respectful. My own issues with being able to articulate what I want became a problem as he did a fairly gentle massage that felt nice but didn’t leave my muscles relaxed like a more vigorous one. Not speaking up was my fault. MasterDoc and I identified this as something I need to work on in general – voicing my needs.

Just before I went away I finally heard from someone who worked for the Geeky Kink Event. If this person’s account is accurate, they handled things fairly well – except of course for getting in touch with me and telling me what was going on. One of them wanted to keep the dickhead from presenting but was outvoted. The guy who assaulted me tried to claim in a comment on Good Vibrations that, “It was concluded that she (me) described a consensual act, not assault.” That’s not at all what I heard from the event representative. I was told there were many sanctions placed on his behavior and if he was drunk or otherwise inappropriate he would be tossed out. There was concern and they took my complaints seriously. However, I do wonder at the fact that I asked if I could quote parts of their explanation to me – and they never replied. This paraphrasing will do. But quoting their own words would be more powerful. It makes me wonder if they don’t stand by their claims. Also, the representative claimed that he told my assailant that there were several complaints – but he figured out it was me right away. (I make no secret of my problem with him.) I knew that I took that risk when I spoke up. It was an overall lousy experience with this, but not as bad as some past ones. I offered to put them in touch with people who were in the room that night, as well as others who have had a variety of problems with him. They haven’t taken me up on it as of yet.

Bullshit, Part II

Published on November 22, 2011 in anger, anxiety, assault, consent, recovery, stupid people, trauma, trust, Uncategorized and venting. 3 Comments

On the other end of the irritating spectrum is the fact that the guy who sexually assaulted me is still denying it. (Description here, despite his trying to claim I deleted it off my blog.) I wrote about my situation, not naming him of course, on Good Vibrations’ blog because I think more discussion needs to happen around non-consensual acts in a community that prides itself on consent. He commented (outing himself!?) denying that anything non-consensual happened. GV got nervous, so I offered to re-write the post. The original can now be found on Kitty Stryker’s blog. He also tried to leave a comment here, but I don’t feel I owe this man any airtime in my space.

It’s disgusting that this man still refuses to take responsibility for his actions. I feel certain that there could be clear video and audio footage of the incident – of me telling him to take the speculum out because it hurt and his continuing to hurt me instead – and he’d still deny responsibility. I don’t expect any different from him, but he should realize that he’s not going to shut me up about what I KNOW happened.

It’s also disgusting that it seems the organizers of the Geeky Kink Event told him that I sent them information on him. Hey, it was within their rights to decide to keep him teaching a class, but to tell him that his victim reported him? What the fuck? They could have very well put me in danger. So far harassing comments denying his responsibility are all that he’s done, but they didn’t know what might happen. I’m still waiting for an explanation for this. MasterDoc contacted them and so far they don’t seem to have anything to say for themselves.

I’m refraining from naming the con that approached me discreetly and respectfully earlier this year and decided to ban the asshole. Hopefully it drives him nuts to not know who will be denying his application to teach next year. I had hoped that maybe people were becoming more concerned with consent and better able to handle complaints since things were handled so beautifully with this con. Unfortunately, it seems I can be sure of that with only one grouping. As for the Geeky Kink Event, if you’re a survivor don’t approach them as they clearly won’t honor your privacy one iota (nor worry about your safety). And if the guy who assaulted me is to be believed, apparently they feel qualified to decide if I was assaulted or not.

Bullshit, Part I

Published on November 21, 2011 in anger, bdsm, consent, D/s, DeeDee, happy, kink, mental illness, mother, musings, sexuality, stupid people, trust, Uncategorized and venting. 3 Comments

It has been quite a week here. I’ve been sick, DeeDee had family issues and I dealt with premenstrual dysphoric disorder early in the week. I hope next week is far better.

I’ve been left contemplating how consenting adults can have their choices questioned (part I) but on the other hand people who violate withdrawn consent can go around denying it for years (part II).

Some members of DeeDee’s family have decided that she can’t possibly have chosen to be in a bdsm relationship. They think she must be abused. They’ve found my blog and point to my own history with depression (and the one time I was hospitalized for such 23 years ago when I was a teenager). People into bdsm are as varied as any other group of people. Some are mentally well, some have mental illness, some are awesome people who stick strictly to the notion that consent matters, and unfortunately, a few are predatory. People into bdsm generally like things more intense than others. Are people who like to burn their mouths on hot, spicy food sick people? How is this different? I like extra spice with my sexuality. I like the feelings of bliss released when controlled pain is applied to my body in a consensual situation. While I suffer from a mental illness, that is not what causes me to love playing with power differential sexually. I’ve had kinky fantasies since childhood, and while my family is your garden-variety dysfunctional American family, I was not abused at all in childhood. No one beat me, no one did inappropriate sexual things to me (or, indeed, any sexual things to me). I was treated lovingly for the most part and, as an only child for the first 11 years, I was pretty much spoiled. (On one side of the family, I was the only grandchild for 9 years. Oh yeah. Spoiled.) Being turned on by thoughts of bondage and helplessness just occurred naturally. (And, I might add, long before I was raped or sexually assaulted. Rape and sexual assault, sadly, are more common in this world than bdsm.)

The infantilization of those with mental illness would be humorous if it wasn’t so damn offensive. I would like to think that while I certainly talk about a lot of intense kinky sex here, I also very clearly convey the loving relationship I have with MasterDoc. He doesn’t take advantage of my mental illness. If anything he has mentored me in adopting better coping mechanisms. I don’t blow up in emotional outbursts as often as I used to. I’m far better at asking for what I need emotionally rather than stewing and expecting others to read my mind. Bad methods of coping I learned from my mother have been slowly unlearned with MasterDoc’s patient teaching. I suffer far less distress than I used to because I can handle things more rationally.

But, you see, I would bet DeeDee’s family will think he made me write that, or something. Determining that my agency has been taken away from me without so much as talking to me is also damn offensive. While I like the security of considering myself owned by MasterDoc, the truth is owning people is illegal in the United States. I am a free woman. I have a career. I can pay my own bills. No one is manipulating me to be MasterDoc’s submissive. I have the means to leave if I wanted. But I don’t want to – not because anyone has worn me down or some shit, but because I have a tremendous amount of loving support from my chosen family. My current household is so delightfully stable and placid compared to that of my parents’ house. (While ultimately loving, my Mother had a tendency to shout and have emotional outbursts. Thankfully my Dad was stable.)

I think it might actually disappoint some people just how normal and dare I say, equitable, our relationship can be. I can disagree with him. We will discuss things we disagree on. MasterDoc likes having intelligent women as submissives because he’s not looking to control someone 24/7 (not to mention the conversation is far better). He wants us to think for ourselves. He wants the best for us. He’s still good friends with his former submissives. Hardly sounds like they fled from him, huh? He walked one down the aisle as her bridal attendant and she counts him as her best friend.

But I could talk about that ad nauseum and still not convince people. That’s okay. I know I’m in a happy and stable relationship. I know MasterDoc has not ever laid a finger on me in anger, and never will.

A Geeky and Kinky Weekend

Published on November 6, 2011 in anxiety, assault, bdsm, bisexuality, caning, D/s, emotions, exhibitionism, flogging, forced orgasm, kink, lesbian, masochism, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sadism, sex, sex parties, sexuality, shio, spanking, squirting, stress, stupid people, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

MasterDoc and I are home from the Geeky Kink Event. The idea of geekiness and kinkiness in one weekend was too much to resist.

Unfortunately, there were few sessions we were interested in attending – either they were too basic for us (such as the anatomy of masturbation) or just not well run. I can’t speak on the myriad sessions I skipped, but that was our general view. Also I run into the problem that I’m often not a geek for things that make up “geeky” events. I don’t watch Dr. Who (though I love Torchwood), or Buffy, or anime. I don’t know how to play many of the games geeks play. I needed a nice corner with Monty Python and popular music geeks to hang with.

I still had a good time. Our friend V. was there for the weekend with her girlfriend and I got to have lunch with them on Saturday. Shane was there, spending some time running (or attempting to run) games in the gaming room, but mostly spending time with an ex who had come along to hang out. (Alas, I did not get naughty naked time with Shane this weekend.) We met a cute, nice young woman who MasterDoc met on fetlife – she’s eager to become a librarian. After my initial advice of, “Don’t do it!,’ I followed that with, “Just kidding. But are you ready for a life of poverty?” It’s funny, I love my work in many, many ways, but knowing how tight the job market is, how difficult and stressful it can be doing more with less after massive budget cuts, I’m not as eager to encourage others into the profession. The profession itself is quite honorable – ensuring access to information to all citizens, regardless of income. (I speak from a public libraries point of view.) Like any customer-service kind of job, you deal with total assholes, but I’d say most people are at least ok to deal with, and others are just lovely.

Plus I get to buy books with money that isn’t mine. That’s awesome.

Friday night in the dungeon MasterDoc gave me a sybian ride – probably the first one I’ve had in months. Me and the sybian have been a little at odds with each other. Despite the incredible orgasms it can give me, I’ve gotten kinda sick of the machine as it eats up too much of MasterDoc’s time at parties. We put our differences aside, however, and I shrieked uncontrollably as I came. I find that I reach a point where I’m so out of breath I think I want it to stop, but then realize how good it feels and don’t want it to stop.

MasterDoc lay with me for a little while in the aftercare room down the hall. It was lovely to have an adorable young butch dyke offer something sweet to eat to help me recover. If I wasn’t such a scaredy cat at hitting on people I should have said she’s the something sweet I’d like. Since the mattresses were taken when we got there we ended up on a blanket on the hard floor. Oh well. The set up of water and snacks was such a good idea – every event should have an aftercare room.

All weekend, I was drooling over all the adorable baby dyke butches around me. I want one! My birthday’s coming up, will someone remember that for me? Mmkay? I got the impression that many of them were subs (collars being a clue) so I suppose I’m not really what they’d want. But if there’s a toppy, boyish, lesbian out there who’s interested, drop me a line. As much as I have a thing for transmen, I find that I prefer my butch lesbians to be boyish rather than manly.

It was fascinating to just people watch at the event. Lots of people wore costumes – Drs. Who and Horrible were pretty popular. One guy dressed as Dr. Horrible on Friday evening looked a great deal like NPH. There was a lot of steampunk aesthetic of course. There were sexy ladies walking around half naked, and even a few guys in that state. The creativity and gender bending was a lot of fun. Since it was a geek event, there was a preponderance of people who were perhaps social skills-impaired (or style-impaired), as well as a seemingly large percentage of the morbidly obese. (In costumes such as a Hogwarts school girl. Many things were NOT fun to see too. But I do my best to reserve judgement and support the idea that everyone deserves the right to dress up, or get naked in play space.)

We ran into a geeky, kinky woman we know who we haven’t seen in years. She didn’t recognize us because we’ve both lost weight and she had gained a little (in curves really, not fat, her tits looked amazing). MasterDoc finally got the opportunity to give her a sybian ride on Saturday night. I got my second one of the weekend that night as well, and squirted a fair amount. I hadn’t noticed Shane and his ex arrive in the dungeon because I was too busy coming.

The black cloud of the weekend was seeing the guy who sexually assaulted me several years ago. I knew he was going to be there since he was slated to teach one of the sessions (just the person you want to give some sort of legitimacy to by having them present at your event, no?) but it was still a shock and trigger when we went to the hotel bar for our free drink and there he was. I felt panicked and grabbed MasterDoc to tell him who was there. We got our drinks and sat down away from the douchebag and the poor unfortunate woman he undoubtedly got to pay for his hotel room. I had some PTSD to deal with when we hung out in our room waiting for dinner to be delivered.

He later appeared in the dungeon while MasterDoc was giving sybian rides, but I had popped a xanax by that time. He steered clear of me (if he recognizes me), I steered clear of him. Thankfully, I only saw him those two times. I was hoping I’d luck out and not see him at all. As I carried our heavy toybag down the hall Saturday night, I had a momentary fantasy of coming across him and feigning an accidental plowing into him with the bag. I’d say, “Oops. That was an accident. Don’t worry, it was just a bad thing that happened to two good people.” (He fed me that line while refusing to take responsibility for his actions after the assault.)

The shopping was fun – I mostly window shopped but I also bought a waist cincher that fits me. I need to sell off the two larger corsets I have. V. would like to try them on and maybe buy them from me. Fingers crossed they fit her. The hotel room had a full length mirror, and I rarely look in one, but I had to gaze at my transformed body for a bit. I understood how it is that people have told me I look even taller now. I do somehow. I guess because I’m narrower than before but still every bit as tall.

My new thinness gave me a certain boost of confidence, but my skin heard it was a geek event and decided to have a small breakout. Gee, thanks skin! Nothing like a big, red, cystic zit on the side of my neck, eh? There were a couple of equally red but much smaller pimples on my face. My bangs mostly hid those though.

Overall there were lots of nice and interesting people there. We didn’t end up playing with anyone we didn’t know (with the exception of MasterDoc giving a few ladies sybian rides). Our geekiness does translate into a little social awkwardness too. DeeDee is the social butterfly, but she wasn’t with us. I got to see intense scenes – one that I would NOT want to do myself, but it was intense and gripping to watch. A Dom used a staple gun to shoot staples into his subs upper arms. Youch. I cringed repeatedly, hopefully they didn’t notice or didn’t mind the reaction. There was a long-lasting flogging and spanking that was fun to watch too. MasterDoc gave me a caning before Saturday’s sybian ride, but that was our only bdsm play over the weekend.

The Dark Secret

Published on August 11, 2011 in assault, crazy, kink, musings, stupid people, trauma and Uncategorized. 5 Comments

I have a lovely, happy blog post brewing in my head. But I also have this one. I’m gonna handle this one first.

If you’ve hung around here for any length of time you know that I was sexually assaulted six years ago at a sex party. I’ve written about the triggering and post-traumatic stress issues I can still encounter after all this time. I probably have also written that the shitty way I was treated after was just as bad as the assault.

And if I haven’t, I should.

The dark secret of the kink/sex-positive community is that not everyone plays by the rules. And even those who do often fail to call out the predators on their bullshit. I’ve submitted a proposal for a panel discussion at Momentum next spring on finding ways to address this rather than sweep it under the rug. I feel like I’ve healed to the point where I’m ready to be an activist. Because I sure wish I had had an activist on my side when all that shit was originally going down. I’ve spoken to various women over the years who have been somehow abused or violated within what should have been a consensual, mutually enjoyable kink scene or sexual experience. (I don’t doubt that the men who have experienced abuse don’t even try to come forward. Being realistic, the majority of survivors are women, but I think the men who experience this need us to listen too.)

As a brief aside here, I like the term “survivor” rather than “victim.” I was a victim for the duration of my assault. I’m not always a victim. I have survived people ignoring my clearly stated boundaries on two occasions. I’m bitter that they have both changed my life forever (the first was totally outside the scene) but I have prevailed and found myself a wonderful Dom who takes care of me, not violates my boundaries. (Waxing poetic on this will be the next post.)

A big issue going hand-in-hand with the violations happening is that most people in the scene won’t listen when someone speaks up about it. These assaults (I’m using it as a general term for rape, sexual assault, physical assault, abuse, etc.) are whispered about at most. Those who speak up loudly, as I did via my old blog right after the assault happened to me, get branded as “crazy,” “drama queens,” and “troublemakers.” Often they do what I did for a few years – they disappear from the scene, disillusioned that a community that gives so much lip service to consent could turn a blind eye. The predators doing this do it more than once. I know of at least three men within the NYC scene who have violated boundaries more than once. On twitter this week one of my twitter pals was furious and frustrated when she tried to speak up about another woman’s assault within her local kink scene. She must have received mostly the same sort of bullshit I had.

“It’s a he said/she said thing. I don’t want to get involved.”

Or they make up excuses for the person. “Well, he was drunk.” The support I’ve received over the years from people within “the community” has been minimal. But it is increasing and I want to lend my voice to those speaking out.

Let me start with this, if you don’t get involved, don’t take sides, then you are by default supporting the perpetrator. Silence lets this cancer flourish in the community. Sometimes, the predatory people are the ones running parties and educational sessions at conferences. This will not end until we speak up and hold our fellow kinksters responsible for their actions. I don’t give a shit if “that guy” seems nice and throws fun parties. If you keep quiet you are enabling him. (I’ll bet there are a few women who violate boundaries, but because of our socialization, it ends up being men far more often.)

I had the pleasure of meeting a kinkster guy recently, and we somehow got onto this lovely topic. He filled me in on someone being predatory that I didn’t know about, and I filled him in on the one I know about first hand. We compared notes and he too has seen women who speak up dismissed as “crazy.” Branding someone as crazy is an effective way to silence them. I’m sure this tactic has been used to silence women (and other minorities) for centuries.

But this guy I met up with brought up a concern we must address. He pointed out that in his experiences as a Dom he has made mistakes. People do make mistakes. But you know what? If you make a mistake you apologize, try to mend the hurt as best you can and learn from it. There are men like himself who hesitate to get involved in lambasting a predator because they fear that a simple, unintentional mistake on their part will place them in that position.

I know this can be difficult for nice guys to believe, but the chance of that is small. People who apologize and try to fix the harm they’ve accidentally done are not the types I’m talking about here. I spoke online with the guy who assaulted me a night or two after the event. I wanted to believe it was a mistake. I wanted an apology so I could do my best to forgive and move on. I didn’t get an apology. I got excuses. I got a scared little man trying to deny his responsibility and getting angry with me when I called him out. Soon I was one of those so-called “crazy” women in the scene. The few who actually listened to me and agreed that what happened was wrong were usually afraid to speak up. The predators among us manage to snag a few friends who will stand up for them, not really knowing what they’re like. The person who’s been assaulted, and their allies, get their voices drowned out.

Since I’ve seen this time and time again, I have to call all of you out on one bullshit excuse item: the idea that women make up stories of being assaulted to retaliate against someone.

Seriously? Go back and read my description above about what happens when someone speaks up. What would making up a story accomplish? Absolutely nothing. False rape reporting has been a red herring thrown about by the media for years. With 60% of ACTUAL rapes not being reported because of the dismal reaction victims of sexual violence usually get from law enforcement, how many women can be stupid enough to lie about it? There are a few of course, but the estimate of “unfounded” reported rapes is just 8%.

From Wikipedia:

FBI reports consistently put the number of “unfounded” rape accusations around 8%. The average rate of unfounded reports for Index crimes is 2%. However, “unfounded” is not synonymous with false allegationand as Bruce Gross of the Forensic Examiner explains,

“This statistic is almost meaningless, as many of the jurisdictions from which the FBI collects data on crime use different definitions of, or criteria for, “unfounded.” That is, a report of rape might be classified as unfounded (rather than as forcible rape) if the alleged victim did not try to fight off the suspect, if the alleged perpetrator did not use physical force or a weapon of some sort, if the alleged victim did not sustain any physical injuries, or if the alleged victim and the accused had a prior sexual relationship. Similarly, a report might be deemed unfounded if there is no physical evidence or too many inconsistencies between the accuser’s statement and what evidence does exist. As such, although some unfounded cases of rape may be false or fabricated, not all unfounded cases are false.” (Emphasis mine)

It’s time to end this now. If we want the outside world to know that bsdm doesn’t equal abuse, then we need to make sure that’s true to the best of our ability. I’m thrilled that I’ve seen signs of people waking up and speaking out. But we still have a long way to go.

Are you an activist or an enabler?

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Kitty Stryker has been tackling the topic:
Safe/Ward: A What You Can Do Guide

Safe/Ward Blog Carnival (trigger warning) This link will lead you to a cornucopia of blog posts by kinkster women who have been violated at some point or another, often not speaking out until years later.

If you’ve been subjected to assault or abuse, RAINN is a good resource for information. I found that even being at a sex party didn’t make the professional counselors I went to dismiss what happened to me. (I tried coping for 2-3 months on my own because I was afraid I’d be blamed.) I’m sure a few asshole therapists out there would blame the victim, but most professionals do not.

I’m one of those kinksters who will lend an ear to any survivor who needs to talk. There are a few more out there. Let’s make THOSE voices the ones that are heard.

MasterDoc and Nadia Go Out

Published on March 2, 2011 in bdsm, blow jobs, cunt, D/s, dom, exhibitionism, forced orgasm, horny, kink, orgasm denial, orgasm on command, sex, sex parties, shio, spanking, squirting, stupid people, submissive and Uncategorized. 0 Comments

After a quiet week sexually (a bad cold for much of the week curbed activity), I went out to the swing club with MasterDoc last Friday. I was ragingly horny before we even headed out. I was ripe for all sorts of (consensual) sexual violation. As we got ready, I snuggled up to him and grabbed his ass.

I felt excited and proud to be his slut. I dressed in lingerie that had just come in the mail – a chemise of black lace over hot pink. The back was entirely mesh. I combined this with my over the knee boots for walking around the club. New panties – pink mesh on the back, purple nylon for the front – were taken off and put on repeatedly through the night.

MasterDoc took me into the back room by the St. Andrew’s Cross. We had brought my cuffs for use with it, but in the end they never got used. I held myself up, leaning against the cross. He spanked me a little, then got down and dirty with my cunt. As he made me come I struggled to remain standing. My hands nearly dug into the wood in an attempt to counteract my knees going weak. It was wonderful to come for the first time in a few days, but I really didn’t have the strength to stand up for it. I told MasterDoc the trouble I was having and he got me to lay down on a bed to rest.

A short while later, he made me come in front of a couple of guys who had come into the room. I was a little (ok, a lot) annoyed by these guys’ unasked pressing against me. MasterDoc shooed them back a few inches. As MasterDoc’s skilled hands did their thing he gave me permission to come. I squirted, which the guys seemed to enjoy. In the aftermath of such pleasure, I sucked MasterDoc’s cock for a while. Worked up, he had me get on all fours and he fucked me but good – making me scream as I came and he continued to pound me. It was a truly epic round of sex. I got annoyed by a couple of guys talking near me, it distracted me from my orgasms. I really wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. Someone else came in and talked with us which was bad timing as well. I really miss how considerate kink people are about scenes than swingers. I hate when my subspace is broken by some idiot trying to chat us up at a clearly (to me anyway, to anyone with half a brain) intimate moment.

Still, that fuck was amazing. I think if I had met MasterDoc 10 years earlier I’d have had a heart attack from the sex. We recovered as the older couple who seems to ALWAYS be there started fooling around on the bed across the room. There’s definitely an interest on their side, but I’m really not into the guy (not much into the woman but the guy creeps me out somehow).

We took a break and ended up talking with a guy in the smoking area. He had seen MasterDoc at the club before with other women. (I felt pride at how my unassuming Dom is “the man” at the swing club. Guys call out, “Hi Doc!’ to him, probably in the hopes of getting in on his action.) The guy we chatted with was nice and displayed a genuine interest in kink.

Next, we took over the king-sized bed. MasterDoc spanked me and made me come, for a change my ass was towards the door rather than my face. He did this floppy hands thing he’s done various times lately. (He slaps and rubs my cunt in a very general fashion, not targeting my clit or other desirable bits.) It drives me bonkers at it makes it hard to come. I spoke to him about it afterward, and he said that he does it intentionally to make me really work for the orgasm. Argh. Frustration. But in light of our discussion, he conceded that maybe he’s done it too much lately.

I got to suck his cock some more. (I love it!) If my damn mouth and jaw didn’t get tired I could suck his cock for hours.

After another break, we set up in the exhibitionists’ room. MasterDoc handed the flashlight to the guy we spoke to earlier. He held it shining at my pussy while MasterDoc fingered me to fabulous orgasm. Damn, I’m one lucky slut.

The club was busy by the time we thought about leaving. MasterDoc was considering staying to get into the act with an attractive Asian lady who was doing four guys. I would have waited patiently for him (probably watched as well!) but he opted to take me home.

Hipsters, Metrosexuals and Sluts, Oh My!

Published on June 6, 2010 in bdsm, bisexuality, blow jobs, cunnilingus, cunt, D/s, DeeDee, exhibitionism, fantasy, gang bang, horny, kink, sex, sex parties, sex toys, shio, slut, squirting, stupid people, submissive, threesome and Uncategorized. 1 Comment

Friday night I was excited to go to the swing club with MasterDoc and DeeDee. It had been a while since I had been there, and I have fun with them when we go together. I was feeling really horny and really up for some adventure – in other words I wasn’t having any sort of hang ups about my sexuality like I occasionally do. (Strangely, MasterDoc was not feeling the public sex thing so much.) We started getting sexual and a guy, a nice looking one at that, came into the room and asked if he could watch. Of course MasterDoc said yes. He was even thinking that the guy was attractive and I’d probably like fucking him. Too bad he fucked it all up.

MasterDoc was making out with me, DeeDee was kneeling on the floor blowing MasterDoc. And this fucking idiot grabbed at DeeDee – not an innocuous, testing touch on the shoulder or something – no, he grabbed her cunt. MasterDoc was suitably pissed off and told the guy directly to fuck off and leave. Hopefully he learned a lesson in respect and consent that night. I didn’t see the guy again for the rest of the night – I have a feeling he left after being told off like that and fucking up so badly.

We ended up moving into the next room where the air conditioning wasn’t quite so cold and there is a larger bed. MasterDoc teased me, and DeeDee played with his ass as he did so. I was really worked up and eager to be fucked.

Now, I learned something that night – a couple – one that DeeDee and I found to be pretty repulsive – climbed onto the bed with us and started fooling around with each other – and reaching over to touch me every so often. I had such a hard time staying turned on because I really didn’t want that guy touching me. I was really unhappy that MasterDoc didn’t stop him. Turns out that in traditional couples’ swinging that’s what you do – you plop on the bed next to someone and the women start to mess around with each other. I didn’t know this. While MasterDoc got me up on all fours and fucked me, I had a hard time staying with the pleasure because that creepy guy was touching me. If I was there as a single woman and non-submissive, I would have told him to stop. But as a sub I’m expected to let MasterDoc control these things. And at times like that it fucking sucks.

But MasterDoc fucked me hard, with a lot more pounding than usual. DeeDee groped me and focusing on them I managed to enjoy myself and come really hard (and squirt).

We gathered our stuff and went for a drink. Sitting on a sofa in front of the bar (it’s byob but they provide soda, juice water, etc.). MasterDoc started playing with DeeDee and he had me get out a vibe. I pulled out my nea since I know she loves it. Since I’m one who knows how to turn it on, I started using it on her nipples then cunt once I got it vibrating. She closed her eyes and got really aroused. I opened her pussy lips to get it right against clit, which she really liked. MasterDoc told her to come, and with both of us working her over she came really hard. MasterDoc took over the nea, and then started slapping her pussy to make her come. DeeDee was in her happy place although I think orgasming like a slut from being pussy slapped can make her feel too slutty.

I watched some of the porn that was on, and I realized that sluts are sexy because they enjoy having sex. We’re socialized to think slutty=bad, but dammit, sluts have the best time!

I noticed that there was an unusual amount of cute guys at the club that night. I was so up for sex that I managed to smile confidently at a hot Asian lady and her gentleman. She seemed interested, he wasn’t. Boo. She commented on my collar and it was one of various things that led us to think that there was a D/s dynamic to their relationship.

Now I not only looked out for hot women to share with MasterDoc, I also noticed the cute guys. Since I was feeling especially horny and slutty on a night with cute guys, I thought that things intersected perfectly to try to get that gangbang MasterDoc has promised me for forever. MasterDoc sometimes doesn’t know who I’ll find cute and who I won’t. There was a skinny hipster guy with longish hair and a beard who MasterDoc thought I wouldn’t like. But damn, I thought he was cute. (I’m not really sure of his ethinicity if he’s hispanic or asian or some combination thereof. Mr. Hipster played around with DeeDee after getting MasterDoc’s permission while I played with MasterDoc’s spot. An attractive guy came over and sat on the floor in front of me and offered to give me a foot rub. Turns out he’s a submissive (and a foot fetishist) and so he was easy to talk to. We pointed out that DeeDee is the switchy one and after my foot rub he gave her one at her request. While DeeDee had his attention, MasterDoc made me come with his fingers right there in front of everyone one. I felt so fucking hot. All these attractive guys were looking at me like I was the hottest thing on two legs – and in a way I was. I enjoy sex. I don’t hide it. That’s fucking hot. The hipster guy came closer expressing interest and a cute metrosexual guy with hip glasses too. (Goodness knows I had been giving them the eye and encouraging smiles.) MasterDoc let them touch me and soon the hipster was playing with my tits while I stroked his cock and the metro guy was massaging my thighs and cunt. To my glee, MasterDoc decided to let me get fucked like I desired. He made me say what I wanted loudly – which is damn hot in and of itself.

We wander off to the exhibitionist room and I stroked metro guy to get him hard and he grabbed a condom to be ready to fuck me. MasterDoc checked in with DeeDee and left her in charge of herself. (She got cunnilingus from foot guy, which of course led to lots of fabulous orgasms.)

Metro guy fucked me with him on top, and it felt great but he was so turned on by me (lil’ ol’ me??) that he came pretty quickly. Next hipster fucked me, after asking MasterDoc if he could put me in doggy style position. He lasted much longer and I came, face buried in MasterDoc’s lap as he tells me “good girl.” MasterDoc had me suck his cock, and he made me keep my head down before a third guy started fucking me. Third guy had wiry pubic hair and kept slipping out – not a great fuck. Plus I worried that he would skeeve me since MasterDoc made me not look at him – but I got a look afterward and while he wasn’t as “cute” as the hipster and metrosexual, he seemed like a nice guy and someone I felt comfortable with.

I really enjoyed blowing MasterDoc while being a well fucked slut. A lot of guys watched the whole scene and one or two expressed interest in being next. MasterDoc got one guy to hold the flashlight and highlight the fucking and blowing going on. DeeDee came over at that point and we took turns blowing MasterDoc.

We called it a night at this point, and I was a very happy slut. It’s funny how people try to say that slutty women have low self-esteem – I get far sluttier when I feel confident and love myself.

Being Promiscuous Doesn’t Necessarily Mean I Will Fuck You

Published on January 27, 2010 in anger, blogs, cybersex, musings, photos, sexuality, slut, stupid people and Uncategorized. 11 Comments

Around the sex blogosphere the past few days there’s been articles being written on how being a lady sex blogger seems to encourage some rather unsavory types to harass the women writing these blogs. Here’s just a few (some of the posts have more links):

I blog about sex. That is not an invitation. by Epiphora

Same Shit, Different Site by Britni

What Not to Say by Dangerous Lilly

Just Because I’m a Woman by SarahBear

While SarahBear talked more about harassment she’s received just for being a woman, this line stood out to me: “The men they are encountering assume that just because they review sex toys, write erotica and participate in a sex positive community that they are promiscuous.”

Certainly, this is a stupid assumption. Being sex positive, writing about sex or using sex toys does not necessarily mean you’re promiscuous. However I want to make the point here that even if I am promiscuous, I do not owe you a date, a fuck, a blow job, naked pictures, cybersex, etc.

I am a slut. I am not ashamed of this. I have fucked many people. I love writing about sex and discussing it. I love putting up sexy photos of myself. While I will often be patient with very personal questions on formspring in the spirit of talking openly about sex, I do get creeped out and annoyed when someone seems to be insinuating that I would want to do any particular activities with them (especially when they’re asking anonymously). There’s a fine line between curiosity about the various sexual things I’ve done and hitting on me in a creepy and overtly sexual fashion. A recent question and my answer:

Do you like being called nasty names? do you like your pussy slapped? your face slapped?

These questions are curious coming from a totally anonymous person. While I do enjoy these activities, I don’t enjoy them with everyone. In fact, the only man who has permission to do these things to me is MasterDoc.

I can’t help but think that rather than curiosity this person is looking for masturbation material or an indication that I would let them do these things to me. (I mean, if you read my blog at all you would know the general answer to these questions. Plus there’s already plenty of masturbation material here.) I don’t mind if someone gets off reading my accounts of things I’ve done. I’d be stupid and naive to think people don’t do that. But just because you’ve had a hot little wank session thinking about me does not mean I want to a) know/hear about it or b) make it real with you. I will often answer questions like I did the one above, getting specific that just because I’m into an activity, doesn’t mean I’d do it with just anyone.

would u liked to be fucked so rough and abused that u were sore the next day?

Yes, but by MasterDoc.

Being a slut does not mean I have to fuck everyone who’s interested in me or everyone who asks. I am a human being first and foremost and I have the option of turning down any and every potential sexual partner for whatever reason I deem appropriate. I do not owe anyone a cybersex session just because they’re turned on by my pictures or words. I tend to get really annoyed when someone tries to cyber with me without even asking if I want to. Most of the time when I’m online I’m either at work, or relaxing in the evening, and totally not in the mindset to talk dirty with a complete stranger. I’d appreciate being asked if I’m interested and for you to take my “no” graciously and back the fuck off. I’m not a fan of cybersex. And should I actually talk sex with you one time, doesn’t mean I’m obligated to do it again.

This all seems to go back to the sexist idea that women’s bodies and sexuality are public property. Let me clarify for you: No one has rights to my body or sexuality unless I give them permission. Yes, even MasterDoc had to get my permission before I submitted to him and gave him so much control over me and my sexuality. I reserve the right to take away permission from anyone at any time. If I say no, I mean no – not “try harder.” The best way to get my attention is to treat me with respect and be an interesting, intelligent person. Just because you promise to do things to me that I usually find erotic doesn’t mean I will let you. I’m more creeped out than turned on by some completely anonymous person talking about what they want to do to me sexually (or someone I don’t know doing the same). It makes me feel like the future target of a sexual assault, not sexy and desirable. Just because you feel like you know me from reading this blog doesn’t mean I know a thing about you or have any reason to feel comfortable or safe talking dirty with you.

Even though I will fuck random strangers at clubs while out with MasterDoc, this does not mean I will fuck anyone. The men I fuck are chosen carefully by myself and/or MasterDoc. I do not owe anyone a fuck just by virtue of being a slut. The biggest reason I’d turn down someone? Feeling unsafe.

Sadistic Streak

Published on November 21, 2008 in sadism, stupid people and venting. 0 Comments

I’ve been feeling a bit blase about blogging and twittering this week. I have this persistent feeling of being an outsider in the blogger community, and it’s probably just my own insecurity talking. At any rate, I did experience something amusing today and I thought I’d share.

I was feeling my oats so to speak today. MasterDoc left me in the car, double parked, as he went to pick up his repaired laptop. A spot opened up, so I decided to take it rather than staying double parked. Well, as is common in squeezing into small parallel parking spots in NYC I lightly bumped the bumper of the car in front of me. All would have been fine but the guy whose car it was was inside the computer repair shop. He comes out, furious and starts berating me for hitting his 2009 car. I first go the concilliatory route and say, “I’m sorry. I am sorry,” in response to his bitching. But then my spirited side got in the mix and I said to him, “It’s the city, what do you expect?” Fact is, there was no mark on his car and if he hadn’t been right there he would have had no idea I bumped him. I get really annoyed with people who make their cars this huge priority. It’s a fucking car. You use it to get from place to place. A tiny scratch on your bumper is so fucking inevitable in New York City. Get over it.

So I’m in this spirited mood as MasterDoc and I go on to lunch. We’re passing the restaurant, looking for parking. Yes, parking in New York City. As you can imagine spaces are at a premium. One opens up just in front of us down the road and we go to take it, when a limousine driver cuts in front of us from the other side of the street and makes a u-turn to get the spot. MasterDoc is not having any of this, and as the guy goes to back into the spot he pulls in head first. So we end up in this stand off with the limo driver where neither of us quite in the spot and neither of us is willing to budge.

I settle in for the wait and say, “Oh well guess we’re sitting here for a bit.” Heh. MasterDoc says that’s something he likes about me – I get into the spirit of the thing. The limo driver had so obviously been a dick that a guy comes along walking down the street and he tells him off as he walks by. *chuckle* MasterDoc returns a call as we sit and I feel great delight in being more stubborn than the limo driver. Eventually, the limo driver gives up, makes a rude gesture to us as he pulls away and we chuckle and park the car.

As we walk to the restaurant the limo driver passes by saying, “Bastard!” And I just think this is the funniest thing in the world and burst out laughing at him, loudly. At that point MasterDoc comments on how I seem to have a sadistic side, and after some thought I have to agree. When someone’s being a total dick I take great pleasure in making them suffer. I thought the limo driver’s anger was hysterical. I would have taken great pleasure in flogging him or trampling his nuts or something. I’m so often the submissive/bottom/masochist I forget that occasionally, just occasionally, I take delight in the suffering of others. I don’t think this little tidbit will turn me into a switch, but just know that even though I’m submissive, I’m not a doormat and I can be bitchy when the occasion calls for it.

This reminds me of something I was saying to MasterDoc recently. He asked me what I was thinking one time when I looked lost in thought. I said that I was contemplating if I was switch, I could find a submissive man to do my chores around MasterDoc’s for me. I could sub-contract them out. He thought that was pretty funny and I have to say some days I wonder if it’s a viable option. I’m hardly a Domme, so I don’t know I’d have much to offer a sub man, but perhaps there’s one out there who takes joy in serving and would like being treated like a beloved pet. A girl can dream.

People Piss Me Off

Published on March 14, 2007 in stupid people. 0 Comments

The complete inability for people to take responsibility for their actions and just say, “I’m sorry” when they’ve fucked up pisses me off to no end. (My mother is a shining example of this and probably why this is such a loaded topic for me.) This evening, for instance, Davey and I are making our way across the parking lot to the grocery store when he says, “Woah! She’s going to hit you.” I suddenly see tail lights and jump out of the way, shouting while I do so. Davey is waving his arms wildly in the woman’s rear window and after a few seconds of that she finally, slowly, stops. She didn’t slam on the brakes like we surprised her. And when Davey firmly but politely told her that she should watch where she’s going she comes back with, “Do you think I’d hit her on purpose?”

“No, but you should be more careful and watch where you’re going. Goodnight.”

And we start to walk away. Well the bitch isn’t done yet saying crap and I turn around (I’ve got a temper on me) and tell her that if she was watching where she was going she wouldn’t have nearly hit me. She gets out of her car to say that, “Since I’ve been here (she has an accent and is apparently from a caribbean island, not that that’s here nor there) I notice people just walk out in front of moving cars. That don’t make no kinda sense.” I was furious but also shaken at having just had a car nearly hit me. Davey again tells her to watch where she’s going and to have a goodnight and, pissed off, I walk away saying, “Stupid bitch.”

Of course, in quick encounters like this, we never think of a quick response. Oh no, that comes to us about 20 minutes later, in the grocery store, when I wished I had pointed out to the woman, “Bitch, your reverse lights weren’t even on until I was halfway across your car!” Gah! Had this woman just said a simple, “I’m sorry” it would have diffused the situation and we’d have just said, “Well just watch where you’re going.” Instead, she has to argue when she clearly wasn’t looking behind her as she started to pull out. When she got out of her car I thought, “Oh no. Am I going to have to hit her?” I’ve never decked anyone in my life, but had she gotten in my face about it I’m sure my temper would have gotten the better of me. Thank goodness she kept a few paces away.

I was shaking as we got inside the grocery store and I still feel shaky. On the way home I start trying to concoct a Foamy the Squirrel-type rant about how stupid people shouldn’t be allowed to drive cars, but I can’t come close to being that funny. Next, I start singing, “These are people who piss, me off” to the tune of Jim Carroll’s “People Who Died.” Ah, creative catharsis. I told Davey I planned to have some Bailey’s Irish Cream when I got home. It would either calm my nerves or fuel me with more vitriol as I write my blog entry. Either way, it would be good times, Davey said.