Sinful Sunday: But wait, there’s more

She waits, her ass still stinging. Master had spanked her hard, for letting his cock slip out of her mouth. It was a momentary loss of focus, but in some moods Master was merciless.

She stands, naked, exposed, waiting for the second round of punishment. She wonders if he is gazing at her, or ignoring her.

He hasn’t said what her punishment will be. She only knows that he will be severe. She will wear its marks for at least a week.Then he will fuck her throat, hard and fast, hands firmly holding the back of her head.

That’s not so bad, not the tawse or the cane or the birch, and not the throat-fucking afterwards. The waiting, though: that’s hard.

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Introducing my Eroticon “History of BDSM Literature” talk

Come to my “A History if BDSM Literature” talk at Eroticon 2019 and you will learn many things!

Here are three:

  •  The earliest surviving bdsm literature pre-dates the book of Genesis!
  • “Pauline Reage/Anne Desclos had no bdsm experience when she wrote “Story of O” (and it shows)
  • Ginger Spice, back when she was Geri Halliwell, was the cover girl for the bdsm novel “A Man With a Maid 2”, wearing Victorian underwear and wielding a cane
  • CS “Aslan in Bondage” Lewis was into bdsm (and it shows)
  • Some people will write “there are three” when they really mean five!

I’m afraid I’m pretty extremely exhausted right now, so that will have to be my best  advertisement.

But in reality my talk with be incredibly enlightening, interesting, funny and occasionally wise!

See you there!

 

Wicked Wednesday: Quick recovery

After Jennifer’s spanking and her orgasm, she and Will start to realise they don’t just desire each other. There’s liking there, and perhaps more.

It’s a hot scene but it’s had to leave my blog because it’s published now, and publishers don’t like their stuff to be available for free. I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this very hot text, shortly.

Masturbation Monday: Biting on a cardamon pod

Jayavardini and Chetana licked and rubbed and stroked and strained against each other and kissed and bit when they were in bed together. Occasionally Chetana fucked her with a strap-on, but Jayavardhini enjoyed that much more enthusiastically than Chetana did, so it didn’t happen often enough.

Chetana said, “Well, no… I haven’t actually spanked her.” As if she regretted the oversight.

Jayavardhini said, “So far!”

Philip said, “Well, it’s obviously long past time.”  

Chetana leaned forward and put her hand on Jayavardhini’s bottom, and stroked her, letting her fingers touch and tap lightly along the cleft of her buttocks. She shivered deliciously, waiting.  There was a pause.

Jayavardhini, lying across the bed, held down, her head resting on Philip’s thigh’s, imagined Chetana looking at Philip, and heard Philip make an affirmative noise.

It was unusual for Chetana to wait for approval.

Jayavardhini sighed comfortably when Chetana cupped her right buttock, squeezed it fondly, and then the hand lifted. Jayavardhini stopped herself from clenching.

Then Chetana’s hand landed, slapping her and rousing her skin. A few seconds later Chetana swatted her on the left cheek. Philip kissed her forehead, and she raised her head to look at him. He was still smiling, but less benevolently. She said, “This is your doing, you savage.”

Shetried to reach him to kiss him, but he still held her down, so Chetana could easily reach her bottom. But he leaned forward to make himself available and put his hand on the back of her head. She kissed him, open-mouthed. Chetana smacked her again, right, then left.

The impacts rang out in the wooden cabin, and Jayavardhini felt each as a sort of sensual explosion, like biting on a cardamom pod. She wished Chetana would make it harder.

Philip grunted, perhaps at something he’d thought, and his tongue touched her teeth, met hers, and they explored sensations and each other, shifting the kiss from time to time to try new angles.

Chetana smacked her again, her fingers lifted back so only her palm impacted on her bottom. There was something oddly hesitant about it. Jayavardhini would have expected Chetana to do anything full-heartedly. Still, it felt good, and she let Chetana urge her on, hand lightly smacking her ass while she kissed Philip, Chetana’s lover.

After a time Philip broke their kiss, released his pressure on the small of her back, and pulled her up level on the bed with the two of them.

Chetana pulled Philip and Jayavardhini to her and embraced them both. “My loves.”

BDSM pterodactyls

After my first post, back on 1 March 2012, a reader wrote:

“Considering you are one of the few who know what Raquel Welch’s film was called when she was wearing that furry bikini, maybe you would know where one can get one – I need it to complete my wardrobe.

“I shall find me a strong dominant man to save me from being bogged down while swimming and from scene-stealing pterodactyls.”

I replied:

“I think only one fur bikini was made, so your best bet is to get the original.

“It’s probably displayed, minus La Welch, in some Planet Hollywood. So just point somewhere, shout “look out!”, break the glass and help yourself. There may be some slight unpleasantness if they don’t mistake you for a fireman, but running away from guard dogs is a good way to keep fit.

“I met a pterodactyl in a bar once. He said he’d just been in an all-pterodactyl production of Hamlet, except for Raquel Welch as Gertrude. The rest of the cast was totally wired, he said, but they’d thought she was a bit wooden.”

 

The rest of my blog has been pretty much like that, for the last seven years. No joke too stupid. 

But just for you, here’s what you get if you Google-image “bdsm pterodactyl”. 

 

 

 

Wicked Wednesday: So do you

Jennifer makes more noise, Will finds, when she’s coming than when she’s being disciplined. They discuss the word “pussy”, and whether Jennifer is allowed to say it, but Jennifer, as always gets what she wants.

It’s a hot scene but it’s had to leave my blog because it’s published now, and publishers don’t like their stuff to be available for free. I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this very hot text, shortly.

Masturbation Monday: Fairness takes two, or possibly three

Jayavardhini was pleased with the effect of her teasing, and held the sarong in front of her body, as if protecting her modesty. Chetana was barely managing not to laugh. She said, to Philip, “Jayavardhini needs a spanking. Don’t you think?”

Philip looked up at Jayavardhini. She widened her eyes again, trying to convey shocked innocence. That cock moved upwards for a second, of its own accord, then levelled at her again.

But he said, “Oh, no. I think a spanking would hardly be fair. Jayavardhini, take that ridiculous sarong right off, this instant, and come here.”

Jayavardhini thought it was a pity about the spanking but she let the sarong fall to the floor and stepped towards the bed anyway.

Philip gathered her in his arms, the first time so much of their skin had touched, and pulled her halfway onto the bed, her feet a little off the floor, her ass at the edge of the bed. She turned her face to his, and he kissed her. 

His beard was growing. It was the first time she’d kissed a bearded person in at least a couple of years.

She’d heard, in Chetana’s emails, that Philip had been notoriously unkempt, always with a few days’ scruffy facial hair, on the dock, where she’d arrived only days before departure. But on board the Jagannath, and presumably the other ships, shaving involved using drinking water if you wanted suds, and being brave enough to trust your skin with a straight razor.

Jayavardhin’s pubic hair had had two weeks’ growth since the ships had left the Kiltan Lagoon dock, so she couldn’t blame him.

She shook her head. She said, “You’re a hairy man. I guess I’ll have to get used to that.” She kissed him again, and this time he took the kiss seriously. Their lips touched, then tongues and teeth. Philip focussed his attention on her while Chetana watched them, smiling.

Eventually Jayavardhini tried to wriggle up the bed towards him, but he put his hand on the small of her back and held her in her slightly undignified position.

She gazed at him, a little puzzled. “Philip?”

But Philip was looking at Chetana. “As I was going to say, this girl needs two spankings. Just one wouldn’t be fair at all.” Jayavardhini shook indignantly, though making sure she didn’t break his grip. “Have you spanked her before?”

Sinful Sunday: A severe lesson, but not the right one

Six, thank you, Master!

Now! Girl, I am sick of these last-minute panics! Are you going to get your next essay in on time?

Well, maybe, Master. I can only see what happens… 

Ah fuck! You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? 

Mmmm maybe a bit…

All right. [Picks up cane again.] I think we can fix that. Don’t move. 

[But pleasure persists, the way grass can break concrete. He tried, but he didn’t fix that. Not at all.]

Should there be a higher age of consent for taking part in bdsm than for other sex?

Consent is the key to bdsm. Consent is the difference between bdsm and assault, just as it’s the difference between lovemaking and rape. Still, “consent” isn’t always easy to define. For example, anyone who has given consent because their judgement is impaired by an intellectual disability, a psychiatric condition, or because they are too drunk or drugged to know what they are doing, is not considered to have consented in legal terms, or in the ethical codes recommended by most bdsm organisations.

BDSM is very alert to consent issues, partly because we need to make consent very explicit and specific, to avoid submissive coming to harm by being pushed into practices they didn’t really consent to.

And partly, I think, because we – I think; I’m just guessing, extrapolating from myself – find the gestures and words of consent are sexy in their own right.

The words “I want it”, which are sometimes pronounced, “punish me; I deserve it”, are some of the sexiest sounds in the universe, round my way.

Age of consent laws

Most governments specify a minimum age at which a young person is considered able to consent to sexual activity. The age varies from one legal system to another. It’s 16 where I live, and 20 where the poor South Koreans live. 

Look, Helen Mirren once starred in a film called “Age of Consent”, and spent a lot of screen time being naked.
So this is a relevant, non-gratuitous illustration. Really!

People sometimes argue for higher minimum ages of consent for various kinds of minority sexual activity. Like there used to be – probably still are, in some places – discriminatory age of consent laws for gay sex compared to heterosexual sex. So that a young woman can use her cunt as she sees fit from 16, while a young man who is gay (also his lover) would have to wait till the young man was 18 before his asshole was legally, um, accessible. 

I’ve sometimes heard that bdsm should have a discriminatory age of consent. When a 16 year-old girl or boy says, “Whip me, Master, or as the case may be, Mistress”, does that 16 year-old know what they are doing? 

I think the answer is “probably not, not really, in most cases”. But I think the same is true of sexual intercourse, and there are good reasons why we allow kids to make their own mistakes and their own successes, from around that time.

Oddly, although most legislators are likely to find a minor’s participation in bdsm more alarming than intercourse, many bdsm activities may not be covered by age of consent laws because there may be no genital contact of any kind, or even undressing. However, other laws, for example the lesser charge of indecency to a minor, would presumably apply, and anyone who fell foul of those laws would be unlikely to get much sympathy from a jury, or (not that it matters) from me. 

Anyway, I don’t think the consequences of bad sexual intercourse choices are actually less significant than those of bad bdsm choices. In sexual intercourse potential bad consequences include pregnancy, getting raped after withdrawing consent, falling in love with a bad, destructive person, disease, and so on. The consequences of bad bdsm choices, especially submissive choices, overlap with those, except that there is probably less risk of pregnancy or disease, and higher risk of being pushed into scenarios harder and faster than they should. 

But consequences like rape and, say, a spanking that expands into a serious assault, are already covered by the law: they are illegal regardless of the age of the victim, and therefore not really relevant to discussions about ages of consent.  

Did I mention that”Age of Consent”  film with Helen Mirren? (Based on a Norman Lindsay novel, it’s a better film than you’d expect from the title.)

I suspect the idea that kinky sex leads to greater harm is partly based on simple distaste for kinky sex, and not on objectively thinking about consequences. 

There’s also a principled objection to having discriminatory age of consent laws, which is that they are discriminatory.

More importantly, perhaps, there are practical objections. There’s no age of consent that fits the individual circumstances of every young person. We have to accept that the law is only trying to set out a general protective principle without stopping young people from experimenting and experiencing.

A government that issued a range of different consent ages for different sexual activities would make lawyers rich but have no effect on what young people do.

Information for young people is the best protection.

Disclaimer

This is what I think, at the moment, from first principles. I’m open to argument, either way.