Governing the Gang Girl 4: Zerlina’s pink-velvet spanner

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site. I’ll put up a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one.

“In this episode Jack, looking for Charmie, finds Zerlina in the kitchen, underdressed and making sure Jack knew it.

So Jack risks giving non-submissive Zerlina an order. She’s to wear nothing under her gown, to show solidarity with her sister, who will be naked by the end of her caning. Zerlina agrees, making his little heart sing.

Zerlina tells him Charmie is in Lynette’s room, persuading her that she’s happy doing what she wants, and that she’d be ok with Lynbette witnessing. So Jack goes off to Lynette’s room.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

– Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Psychoanalytic wibble about bdsm 3: Michel Foucault!

Uncle Fester

Uncle Fester

“From the moment that Sade delivered its first words and marked out, in a single discourse, the boundaries of what suddenly became its kingdom, the language of sexuality has lifted us into the night where God is absent, and where all of our actions are addressed to this absence in a profanation which at once identifies it, dissipates it, exhausts itself in it, and restores it to the empty purity of its transgression.”

 

That’s from Michel Foucault’s Aesthetics: Method and Epistomology.

That’s nicely gaseous, but Sade didn’t really mark out the language of sexuality. It’s a really stupid claim to make, and you’d only make it if you knew that your fans were all flying with their bullshit-detectors switched off.  

Michel Foucault

Michel Foucault

Nor can you really say that the language of sexuality lifts us into the night where god is absent. After all, people who believe in gods don’t think their gods, or the one they believe in, are absent, while people who don’t believe in gods may not be worrying much about the absence of other people’s god’s.

Not when they’re getting busy with the language of sexuality.

But when he wrote about the profanation that at once identifies the absence of God, dissipates the absence of God, exhausts itself in the absence of God, and restores the absence of God to the empty purity of the absence of God’s transgression, Foucault raised a really interesting question: when you translate French foutaise into English bullshit, how can you tell if the two meaninglessnesses are the same?

(I dunno. Ask a swan.)

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Psychoanalytic wibble about bdsm 2: Deleuze & Guattari!

Continuing our series on complete vacuous wibble on bdsm by Freud-inspired writers from twentieth century France, this one is concerned with “masochism”. Take it away, Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari!

D & G: Delouse is on the left, demonstrating the 1970s French idea of a comb-over, Guattari, on the right, accessorises

D & G: Deleuze is on the left, demonstrating the 1970s French idea of a comb-over. Guattari, on the right, accessorises

“What is certain is that the masochist has made himself a BwO [Body without Organs] under such conditions that the BwO can no longer be populated by anything but intensities of pain, pain waves. It is false to say that the masochist is looking for pain but just as false to say that he is looking for pleasure in a particularly suspensive or roundabout way. The masochist is looking for a kind of BwO that only pain can fill, or travel over, due to the very conditions under which that BwO was constituted. Pains are populations, packs, modes of king-masochist-in-the-desert that he engenders and augments .”

From A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia, The Althone Press, London, 1988, page 152.

Leaving aside the question of whether things like “king-Masochist-in-the-desert” actually mean anything, and the question of whether it means anything to say that pains are modes of king-masochist-in-the-desert, there’s a bigger problem when D & G talk about “masochism”.

Particularly nasty weather! "Leda and the Swan": photo by Ralph Gibson

Particularly nasty weather! “Leda and the Swan”: photo by Ralph Gibson

In their writings, words like “sadism” and “masochism” are sometimes used to mean “resemblance to the character or works of Sade, or Sacher-Masoch”, and sometimes used in some of the many other common meanings, some of which have something to do with sexual desires and tastes and some of which do not. Deleuze and Guattari slip from one meaning to another without ever indicating what either word is intended to mean at any particular moment.

But once you’ve written that a body without organs can only be populated by pain waves, and you didn’t immediately groan and delete it, then it hardly matters what you think you mean.

Oh bugger it, let’s have another hot swan.

"Ahh, tickle your arse with a feather," shouted Zeus. Sculpture by Igor Zeinalov

“Ahh, tickle your arse with a feather,” ejaculated Zeus. Sculpture by Igor Zeinalov

Psychoanalytic wibble about bdsm: 1 Jacques Lacan!

I’m nearly finished revising the bdsm book. So I’ll be a bit busy for a couple of days, getting it done. I’ll be back to Raylene’s story shortly. I know it’s stopped at a dramatic moment, but we’ll get there.. 

In the meantime, and for your amusement,  here are three pieces of utter wibble written about bdsm by French writers of different Freudian schools. We never asked them to. Anyway, let’s start with Jacques Lacan! 

Leda fucked by Zeus, having transformed himself into a swan. Little-known fact: swans have penises.

“How can those terrified fingers push/  The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?”  Leda fucked by Zeus, who’d transformed himself into a swan for the purpose. Little-known water-fowl fact: swans have penises. (So, by the way, do mallards, including Donald Duck. Lucky Daisy.)

“One might think that Kant is there under the pressure of what he hears too closely, not of Sade, but of that mysticism that is Sade’s home, in the sigh that chokes at what it foresees, to have seen that his God is without figure: Grimmigkeit? Sade says: Supreme Being in spitefulness.

But pfutt! Schwärmereien: black swarms, we drive you out, to return you to the function of the presence of the Sadean ghost.”

That’s from “Kant avec Sade”, by the French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan. Any paragraph of it is much like any other. 

“Grimmigkeit”, by the way, means ferocity, while “Schwärmereien” means rapturous or fanatical intensities, but is a pun on “Schwärmen”, meaning swarms. There may also be an allusion to “Schwänen” (swans), as black swans are celebrated in philosophical circles for disproving the proposition that all swans are white. Lacan was celebrated for his wit, in Lacanian circles.

Lacan preserved Freud’s incoherent definition of “sadism”, failing to distinguish between sexual practices and violence enacted for non-sexual reasons.

The psychoanalyst as James Bond villain: Jacques Lacan

The psychoanalyst as James Bond villain: Jacques Lacan

Lacan’s own career offers an example of this confusion. Lacan treated his followers with contempt that was, arguably, justified by the quality of the work they admired, but in addition he mentally and physically abused vulnerable patients, which is perhaps less forgivable. Lacan’s abuse escalated to open, violent beatings of mentally ill people.

Other psychoanalysts described Lacan’s assaults on patients as “sadistic”. 

In reality it’s unlikely that Lacan derived any sexual satisfactions from beating his patients. He was not a “sadist”; he was simply an unpleasant bully whose violence went unchecked because he headed a cult.

One picture of Lacan is enough for any blog. So let's go out on a picture of a prick: swan's penis. Pfut, indeed!

One picture of Lacan is enough for any blog. So let’s go out on a picture of a prick. A swan’s penis. Pfutt, indeed!

 

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Over the table

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site. I’ll put up a link to where you can buy it, soon.

In this episode, Jack puts out the table that Charmie will be bending over for the cane.

And he gets prepares Charmie’s bedroom, so it’s for ready for a ritual of punishment, with Zerlina and possibly Lynette as witnesses. Then he goes in search of Charmie, who seems to have gone missing, and encounters her sister instead

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

– Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Suspense and counting, for a caned girl

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site. I’ll soon put up a link to a page you can buy this excellent and very sexy erotica.

In this episode Jack plans Charmie’s caning. He’ll tell her the number of strokes in advance, so she doesn’t have too much uncertainty. And he won’t make her count the strokes aloud and thank him, because he generally does that to stop submissive from drifting off into subspace under discipline.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: When to be naked?

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site. Shortly I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this excellent and very sexy erotica.

In this episode, Jack finishes plotting Charmie’s punishment. She’ll take the first twelve strokes of the cane bent over her bedroom table, wearing the t-shirt, then, her first dozen delivered, she’ll apologise to her audience will watch her take off her t-shirt and bend over to take the remaining twelve completely naked. He’s pretty sure all three women in that house will enjoy that.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. Jerusalem Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

Caves: way down below the earth

ribbonyMy friend and his girlfriend had a good time, both under the ground and in the old and moderately grand hotel. The girlfriend, Iseult, and I talked about DJ-ing and politics, also stealing “Games of Thrones” from Rupert Murdoch (spit), and this and that, and we did okay.

There were waitresses, not the old waiters, in the dining room. The one who came to our table was Italian, not (as I’d predicted) German. She was tall, dark, with her hair up and she wore black yoga pants. Even in the gloom of the restaurant it was obvious she had a fantastic ass. She wasn’t completely immune to my charms, since I was using them lightly, mostly because they were understaffed and she was having to work far too hard. So I made her laugh a lot, which is good, but she wasn’t about to sleep with some guy she’d met two hours ago. Well, not this guy, anyway.

I hadn’t really expected anything else, so that was cool. There’s Warren Zevon’s “Lawyers, guns and money”, that begins, “Well, I went home with the waitress, the way I always do; how was I to know she was with the Russians too…”

If it was me, that song’d begin, “Well, the waitress doesn’t know my name; she never really does: She’s worked there seven months now, while she waits for someone else.” 

Except that when she saw me in the morning, I got a conspiratorial smile and a couple of good words. And that was nearly it. Well, the whole flirtation only happened because I was with a couple, and they fondled discreetly, and so … Also the hotel was kind of isolated. If it’d had been a city or even a small town, I’d assume the waitpersons have their own boyfriends or girlfriends to go home to. Well, there it was. 

But here’s another shot of the caves. 

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Caving, tunnelling, cave men and cave women: join the club!

A cave man

A cave man

I’m going into some caves this weekend. I’m going to be a mad-looking bugger with a light shining from my forehead.

So the incredibly slow-moving story of Raylene will have to continue on Monday.

I’m going with a couple, as the third wheel, being a friend of the man. The woman has not necessarily warmed to me. I’ll say “yet”, because she doesn’t actually hate me. But I have boring conversations about music with her boyfriend.

I’ll be at a hotel built in the 19th Century, which makes it an old, even ancient, building in this part of the world.

A cavewoman. She's mostly gratuitous, because I've written about caves but this is a sex blog. But there's also the point about how your expectations change, according to whether you hear the words "cave man" or "cave woman"

A cavewoman. She’s mostly gratuitous, because I’ve written about caves but this is a sex blog. But isn’t it interesting how your expectations change, according to whether you hear the words “cave man” or “cave woman”

It used to be wonderfully old-fashioned – a roast on Sundays in the restaurant, served by doddery but learned male waiters, with no female waiters – but it’s been done up. Now there will be dishes with a pistachio and marrow jus, and so on, served by a beautiful German girl, nearly seven feet tall, who speaks better English than most of the guests, making a bit of money to keep her holiday going. 

I don’t think one is better than the other: it’s just that the old-fashioned version is rarer. 

Anyway, this weekend I’m a cave man: big boots, mad bugger forehead-light, club. Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Canings and considerations

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on the net. Shortly I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this excellent and very hot erotica.

In this episode Jack considers how he is going to make this caning work, so it’s sort of punitive and definitely sexy. Having witnesses will help, because Charmie likes to show off. How many strokes, though? How hard should he go? These are all question that Jack considers, while having his shower.

He finds, while he’s thinking about this, that hie is turned on like a TV.

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!”

– Isadora Druse, reviewer.