Between the Lines: A Biography of bdsm – the chapter outline

Posted on October 4, 2016 by jaime

Between the lines: A biography of bdsm:

Part 1: Bdsm origins

Chapter 1: Names and a parable

What is bdsm? A definition.

What sort of book is this?

Half of this book is a survey of what we know empirically about bdsm: its history, its “causes” and whether it’s something pathological, and the politics of living with bdsm in your life (or in your society); while
The other half is a story told from inside bdsm, the experience of growing up with desires that are widely despised, of hiding those desires while looking for others who are hiding, and the mistakes we make when we meet; and how bdsm can work in loving relationships.

A coda, “The parable of the broom”, illustrates how life in a bdsm relationship can be much like life in any relationship, and that little in bdsm is exactly what it appears to be.

Chapter 2: What do we know about people who take part in bdsm?

Bdsm: what we know: The 2005 and 2015 Australian National Survey on Health and Relationships together asked 40,000 people if they’d taken part in bdsm activity in the past year. I contacted the survey team and suggested further analysis.

Result: bdsm participants are the same as non-participants by all measures of psychological and social health, happiness and success. The finding made a lot of theorising about bdsm obsolete. This book will stick to what we actually know about bdsm and the people who take part in it.

Chapter 3: Like this in a shed

Bdsm life: I tell my lover the story of watching a bdsm game in a shed, at the age of four, and how that led to some revelations about myself and how my life was likely to be.

Chapter 4: Where do we come from?

Bdsm: what we know: Explores some of the theories about the “causes” of bdsm. Sets out what little we know, and attempts to provide an evidence-based theory.

Chapter 5: Angelina – texts and pretexts

Bdsm life: Learning, as a child, that bdsm interests must be hidden. An adolescent attempt with a willing partner leads to excruciating embarrassment.

PART 2: Bdsm in history Continue reading →

Sinful Sunday: the Shadow knows

Posted on October 1, 2016 by jaime

A girl looks out over a city, from the 11th floor balcony of her hotel. It’s too early in the morning. The light is cold and so is the day. She should still be in bed. But she has a plane to catch.

Time is at her heels, and so is her shadow.

Re-shoot/re-edit

The original version of this image took in more of the city, which was visible to the girl’s right. And the color was warmer. I liked it originally because of the asymmetry, in which the girl is the focus of the picture, but she’s over to the left, and her shadow, the other focus is at the edge.

But I like this version better. It better captures the grey cold of that morning, and the moment’s seized peace before we had to leave. And it’s better to have the girl, who is the focus of the picture, actually take her rightful place as its focus. Really, it’s a re-edit rather than a re-shoot, because it was taken in another country and I won’t be back for a while.

To look at more Sinful Sunday images click here and follow the links.

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 131: Squat thrusts 4

Posted on October 1, 2016 by jaime

Raylene dropped again, squatting then leaning forward to rest the weight of her upper body on her hands. Her face was face was red, with effort rather than embarrassment.

I watched her shoot her legs out, so her scarlet ass was the highest part of her body, now resting on her hands and toes.

It occurred to me that I should make Raylene exercise more.

Not because she wasn’t fit. Her ass proclaimed, in blazing color, that she was a naughty girl and now she was being punished for it. That’s always a distracting sight, at least for people like me. And for Lynette, it seemed. But Raylene’s ass and thighs also told of hours spent on gym equipment, or more likely just walking up and down the hills of this harbourside city. She was a fit, strong girl.

She straightened up again. “Seven, Master!”

“Good girl.”

“Thank you!” But her breasts bobbed and jiggled so beautifully when she had to move quickly that it’d be a shame not to make her do it more often.

Even if I couldn’t always get her an audience, other than just me.

“Ah, eight, Master!”

I looked at Lynette. “Do you think she needs an exercise program? Something like cycling in the air, and more squat thrusts every night before bed?”

Lynette was watching Raylene’s ass. Fervently. But she looked up and said, “Yes. I think so.”

“Nine, Master!”

“Good girl.” That was to Raylene. To Lynette I said, “Well, we’ll see. Perhaps we’ll hold it off till midnight tonight.”

Dorabella laughed, I guess at Lynette’s expression. Or Raylene’s. “Ten, Master!”

But Dorabella tried to sound serious and helpful when she said, “She’s always wanted a coach. Haven’t you, Raylene? She thinks she doesn’t exercise enough. So, Jaime, I think it’d be good for her if you make her.”

“Eleven, Master!” Raylene’s voice had taken on that whiny tone again. She wasn’t sure she liked the direction this was going. Which, because life is sexy when it’s complicated, meant that she loved it.