This is part of the excellent, steamy, funny and insightful novel “The Tale of the Tawse”
Because that novel’s about to be published, the early drafts have to come off the net. Publishers don’t like competition from free providers.
Once it’s published, the address for buying this will be uploaded here.
This is part of the excellent, steamy, funny and insightful novel “The Tale of the Tawse”
Because that novel’s about to be published, the early drafts have to come off the net. Publishers don’t like competition from free providers.
Once it’s published, the address for buying this will be uploaded here.
This is part of the excellent, steamy, funny and insightful novel “The Tale of the Tawse”
Because that novel’s about to be published, the early drafts have to come off the net. Publishers don’t like competition from free providers.
Once it’s published, the address for buying this will be uploaded here.
Come into the garden, Maude,
you faithless American faculty wife.
Strife? Christ, girl, there’ll be no strife.
Your husband, Linguistics Professor Claude,
saw your foot tease my cock to life
under the table, which he ignored.
No wonder you yank girls are bored:
I’d have gone for someone like me with a knife.
Ciggie? Well, you’re a sport. Our time just flew.
Now go back to the dinner, don’t get all soppy,
and send me out another wife or two.
Come on, love, no need to get stroppy,
you’ve got super tits and you’ll make great copy;
Sure I’ll put you in a book, or a girl just like you.
The Rex, with a glimpse of the rooftop. I took pics of the topiary animals, but I lost them years ago.Once I took a girl to the top floor of the Rex Tranh hotel in Saigon/Ho Chi Minh City. There are topiary animals there: deer, bears, cocks, dogs. It was before Vietnam became a tourist destination, and we had the roofgarden to ourselves. Vietnam was still closed. Only East Germans and Russians visited. There were no street lights, cars or motorbikes.
I took off the girl’s teeshirt. She pressed into the side of the deer, her nipples seeking the hardened ends of the stubs cut by the topiarist. It was cold. I took off my belt and doubled it. She arched her back and raised her arms, so she would fall, a little, into the stubs and spikes of the bush each time my belt landed. She had small breasts, mouth-sized, with very hard pointed nipples. I whipped her.
She was gasping with lust and hurt by the twentieth stroke.
The hard green and the soft white. The red not shown.Then there was a small man with perfect black hair and a dancer’s waist at the top of the roof-garden stairwell. This was a waiter she liked, a young man who worshipped her. He followed her everywhere, and his patience had finally won him a glimpse of her bare back.
And he’d gained some other intimate knowledge about her. The girl had very white skin but she was petite, unlike most Western women the Vietnamese had seen. He thought she was a princess, a goddess, an opera star.
I gave the young man cigarettes and francs, and ordered lobster for our room, in thirty minutes.
By that time we were in our room and the girl was tied over a beautiful laquered cabinet with dragons and herons, and her buttocks and upper thighs had been belted and welted as blazing red as the soft skin between her shoulderblades. She’d put her tee-shirt back on to get back to our room, but there’d been specks of blood on the front when I lifted it off her again. Her breasts had bled.
She’d wondered, when the waiter knocked, if I’d leave her naked and exposed when he brought in the trolley with the lobster, plates and the awful Russian champagne.
At the last second I’d thrown a sheet over her. He could tell she was there, but not see her. When he’d gone, I stood between her spread tied legs and mounted her. And while we moved together, I fed her lobster with my fingers.
A man wrote to ask if I’d train his wife while he watched. It just wouldn’t work, for me. Actually, the request was a one-liner, unaccompanied by any information about him or his wife, or even, since I’m a shallow soul, a picture of this trainable wife of his. So this wouldn’t be tempting in the specific case even if the idea was tempting in general.
But even if his wife looked like Scarlett Johansson and he’d written a letter as charming and voluble as Cary Grant, it still wouldn’t be tempting.
It’s that bdsm has to be personal, for me anyway. Even when it’s casual and between me and a woman I’ve never met before and may well never meet again, it’s still personal. The focus and the energy has to be between the dominant and the submissive or it’s not really there.
Paramount announced on 23 March 2012 that they’re finally going to release all the original Betty Boop cartoon films made in the 1930s. (That’s all of them; she made her debut in 1930, and her final film in 1939.) It’s about time.
Pirate girls: Jessica in bondage, Betty as dominatrixBetty Boop’s interesting because she was just about the only animated cartoon woman to be sexy, 58 years before Jessica Rabbit. And though she was never promoted by a company with the power and reach of Disney, who squeezed every buck (and all the character) out of the Mouse and the Duck, she’s probably more popular right now. And a hell of a lot cooler.
Betty, not blue. 82 years old, and in better shape than Mickey and DonaldPart of the reason that the owners of her image seem to have tried to bury her is that she was always a bit sexier than the studios were comfortable with. So the studios sulked while Betty and her fans went out to play together.
The Betty Boop revival wasn’t driven by the people who own her image. Lions Gate Entertainment isn’t producing any new Betty Boop product. In fact Betty Boop hasn’t been seen in a movie since she turned up for a few seconds in Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988). Her last film before that was in 1939. (There were a couple of crap TV specials, which we’re going to ignore.)
But studios can’t hide her, or clean her up. In her later cartoons she wore more, and played with pets rather than men; they dumbed her down and they domesticated her. Somehow it never took. She remained Max Fleischer’s original and independent creation, Betty Boop the little sexpot with a taste for surrealism. People who’ve never seen a Betty Boop movie still know that she’s a bad girl. A bad girl with a heart of golden mush, and defiantly sexy.
But even the “official” Betty enjoyed the company of disciplinarians
Pirate Betty reveals a taste for light discipline.
You do get Japanese knock-offs that only exploit her cuteness, giving us a Hello Kitty version of the Boop. But generally she’s still about sex, often with a slightly fetishy flavour.
Betty in bondageThere’s her knowing echoing of Marlon Brando’s famous bike and leathers pose from The Wild One, the tee-shirts of her saying “If you’re going to ride my ass, you could at least pull my hair”, and the tee-shirts and posters showing her in bondage, or posing as a dominatrix.Though the original, official Betty products occasionally had her tied up, too.
Somehow she’s refused to go away, or let her owners change her. Sure, she’s a male creation, and you could go all deconstructive on her excellent ass; but her feistiness (weird word that, or what?) was real. For example, the first Hollywood film to raise the issue of workplace sexual harassment was a Betty Boop short. More importantly, she was one of the sexiest women ever to have been made entirely of ink and pixels.
The next episode in the tawse saga will be the meeting with Gemma.
But before I write about that I should explain who Gemma is, and that’ll be a saga in itself. Let’s have a few short stand-alone posts first, as an intermission. This one’s about key words in bdsm writing.
As a child, I’d look through books that looked as if they might possibly contain a bdsm scene. I’d skim books under the shopkeeper’s eye, so I had to scan each book quickly. Given that bdsm scenes in mainstream books exist but are rare, my strike rate was surprisingly good. So good that I used to wonder how I was doing it.
I realised that was using certain words as my indicators. If you see one of these words, check the page on which they appear. I hadn’t consciously made a list of key words, but I’d created one anyway. The central list of bdsm indicator words was something like this:
quiver, thighs, damp, plump, bare, moist, sir, strap, smack, mistress, girl [as form of address], sobbed, quavered, kneel, bend, firm, reddened, buttocks, proud, humbled, stripe, swish, schoolgirl, plimsol, upturned, presented, disobedient, lowered, raised, serve, tied, wrists, cords, cuffs, sorry, rosy, master, cane.
It’s amazing how good the eye and brain is at detecting words in a blur of skimmed text. It’s like that effect where you can hear your own name mentioned at a party, where you didn’t think you could make out a word anyone was saying. All you have to do is be interested.
This is part of the excellent, steamy, funny and insightful novel “The Tale of the Tawse”
Because that novel’s about to be published, the early drafts have to come off the net. Publishers don’t like competition from free providers.
Once it’s published, the address for buying this will be uploaded here.
This is part of the excellent, steamy, funny and insightful novel “The Tale of the Tawse”
Because that novel’s about to be published, the early drafts have to come off the net. Publishers don’t like competition from free providers.
Once it’s published, the address for buying this will be uploaded here.