St. Andrew’s Cross in My Livingroom?

Sinful Sunday Week 332

My St. Andrew’s Cross was a gift from a friend.  Covered with something like 10 coats of hand rubbed black lacquer, the cross is massive.  It’s built into an elevated base, about 5’x5′.  It’s arms reach upward almost to the height of my ceiling.

Of course, the cross isn’t what you likely notice about this Sinful Sunday’s image.  I’m sure your eyes were drawn to the lovely submissive who is on the cross.

Her scene name is Dee.  I have played with her off and on since 2012.  I’ve become more than a bit of a hermit of late, so it’s been ages since I’ve seen her.  But she certainly remains a valued and dear friend.

I hope you find her as lovely as I do…

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TMI Tuesday: August 15, 2017

Sex on the Brain

1. Is a weird “sex face/orgasm face” a total deal-breaker?
No.
For starters, I have to say that I’ve never played with anyone who’s “sex face” or “orgasm face” was a problem for me.  Perhaps that’s because I study and practice Tantra.  I think that makes my outlook a bit different.  To me, sex is a spiritual practice…

2. Do you enjoy having your balls played with (or playing with balls)?
Of course!
I was going to say, “who doesn’t”.  Then I realized there are a fair number of men out there who’s testicles are too sensitive for this kind of play.  I feel sorry for those guys.

I’m fortunate enough that having my nuts fondled elicits marvelous sensations.

3. Have you ever hooked-up with somebody based on their proximity to your smartphone location (Tinder, GRINDR, etc)?
Nope.
I didn’t even know what those apps did until recently.  And,  I’ve never installed or used anything like that…

4. You have some free-time in the workday–blow job or intercourse? (BJ can be giving or receiving).
I’m going to have to think this one through…
Blowjobs fit pretty well with a workplace break.  No muss, no fuss.  In fact, I knew a lady who had a serious fetish for this. It was such a strong fetish, she had developed a stable of guys who liked getting head at work. Then, she alternated between them based upon availability and her desires.  I’ll admit that she came to visit my office on a few occasions.  But, those are tales for another time.

On the other hand, I generally find sex to be somewhat more satisfying than a BJ. There’s something uniquely satisfying about the sound and feel of my balls slapping against a woman’s ass. I must admit, however, cleaning up properly after sex at work isn’t always a simple task.  It’s usually a little more involved than just zipping up one’s pants.
— For sex at the office, I’m going to have to go with the blowjob…

5. How long after having sex with a new partner do you have to wait before falling asleep?
I suppose it depends on how you define sex. Over on Facebook, friends like Hardy Haberman and Janet Hardy are arguing that BDSM can’t be separated from sex. I’ve done heavy BDSM scenes, and after appropriate after-care sent them back home to their spouse. I usually move quite slow when it comes to actual penetrative sex. So, by the time I’d be willing to sleep with you, I may not yet be willing to have what vanilla folks call sex. At least not yet…
Regardless of the scenario, I sleep quickly, soundly, and well.

Bonus: What’s the dirtiest or sexiest text message you’ve ever received?
Dirtiest text?  I got a text from an ex once…
It simply said – “mud.”
My response? – “muck.”

Of course, the graphic (right) would indicate most text messages are dirty…

I’m not sure what the sexiest text message would be.
Most anything that uses the word “Master” will do for me…

TMI Tuesday blog

Cabin Where No One Can Hear You Scream

Masturbation Monday: Week 154

It’s called “the cabin where no one can hear you scream.”

It’s quite literally true.  I tested it well enough.

Access is a gravel road.  Very rural.  Farm country.

The trail in is gated.

It’s a mile-and-a-half walk to the cabin from a gravel parking lot.

One night I had a submissive named Kay screaming my name at the top of her lungs.  Again.  And again.

She had asked for a cathartic flogging.  I delivered.

With Kay’s hands cuffed overhead, I started to warm her up with a doeskin flogger.  Then, I moved up to up to one with weightier elk tresses.  A thick mop.

That’s when the screaming began.

“Michael….”

“MICHAEL…”

“MICHAEL!!!”

She screamed and screamed.  I paused for a moment.  Moved in close.  I made sure she remembered her safe word.  She did.

I had her say the word.  She growled it at me.  Her look (and sound) was like a feral cat.

I went back to my craft, mixing styles and intensity with the strike of elk hide.

She started screaming again.

“Michael….”

“MICHAEL…”

“MICHAEL!!!”

Almost a screech, it was almost embarrassing.  Well, outside of the fact that the whole spectacle was making my cock hard.

I had Serafina clamp her hand down over the girl’s mouth.  The screams were muffled for a moment.

Only a week before, at an event called Twisted Tryst, Janet Hardy had flogged Kay to orgasm in an Energy Play demo.

It was now my chance to try.  I worked the rhythm steadily.  Florentine flogging.  I was breathing with the tempo.

Visualizing my energy, my chi.  Letting the energy flow through my hand, through my fingertips.  Down the length of the flogger.

I visualized my energy flowing through the elk tresses across Kay’s backside.

As Serafina let go of the lady’s mouth, the screams began again.

Her voice had changed.  The screech was gone. It was a dusky growl now.

No longer was she screaming my name.  Now it was simply… “Please!”

I’m big on requiring orgasm control from any submissive in my service.  The rule is simple, ask for permission before you cum.

She wasn’t begging me for a stronger flogging.  Kay certainly wasn’t begging for the flogging to end.  She was begging to cum.

“Please…”

“PLEASE…”

“PLEASE!!!”

Just one of many true stories from the cabin where no one can hear you scream…

I was supposed to LOWER the towel?

Sinful Sunday Week 331

The towel was supposed to provide at least a hint of modesty.

I’m told this was supposed to be a candid shot of me drying off.

It was not supposed to be NSFW.

But…

I saw the photographer ready to shoot.

I knew she was taking a picture to send to Serafina, who was 2000 miles away…

So I raised the towel instead.

Oops.

Now it’s fodder for Sinful Sunday…

(fyi – the pic is from my archives – it was taken by BlissfulTorment.)

Sinful Sunday

TMI Tuesday: August 8, 2017

the wheel's still turning...

1. Can a penis be too big?
I worked with an exceptionally well-hung guy.

I’m not exaggerating when I say the head of his soft cock would peek out of the leg of his boxers.  While he was standing up…

When he wore shorts in the summer heat, they had to reach just beyond his knees.  Any shorter and something might pop out as he sat down.

A fair number of my female co-workers tried him on for size, so to speak.

Just to have the experience.  None of them went back for seconds.

He was just too much.

2. Can a vagina be too tight?
If she squeezes so fucking hard that I scream bloody murder and my cock is turned into a diamond…

That would be too tight.

Anything short of that, I’m ok…

Beauty, like supreme dominion
Is but supported by opinion

Benjamin Franklin

Poor Richard's Almanack, 1741

3. Does playing with fake tits give you the same satisfaction and response as fondling real breasts?
I’m from an age and demographic where even encountering enhanced/augmented breasts has never been an everyday occurrence.  Living in the rural Mid-West, there is probably a certain ingrained prejudice against fake tits that is part of our small town culture.  It’s something I couldn’t help being immersed in while growing up.

I guess that’s my long winded way of saying I’ve never played with fake/augmented breasts.  I can’t imagine it would be as satisfying as the real thing.  But, how can I really be sure…

Do I have any volunteers?

4. Fill in the blank: I prefer ____ over having sex.
BDSM – That’s an easy answer.  I’ve had really great D/s and BDSM relationships that never, for one reason or another, led to actual sex.

5. If a stranger offered you 30 USD to lick your boots or shoes, while you are wearing them, would you accept? If no, how much money would it take for you to accept the offer?
No, $30 would not be a great enough incentive to turn me into a boot licker. $300 would not tempt me either. $3000 seems to be on the low side for such an act as well.

My Dad always taught me that if you are going to be bribed to do something, they had better make it worth your while.

With that in mind, I’d consider an offer of $30,000 to become a boot licker, but in the end, I’d decline.

If offered $300,000 I would accept.  That’s a life changing sum…

It’s ALL About the Bond

Wicked Wednesday

Prompt #270: Bond

When I first read Wicked Wednesday Prompt #270: Bond – I was stumped.  The attached video of the lovely performance didn’t help me any either.  I found no inspiration.

Then, after a nap this afternoon, I realized what the prompt meant to me.  Of course!

The special bonds I’ve found in BDSM relationships have been closer and deeper than any I’ve ever felt.  That is what inspires me to write on this topic.

vanilla’s just another spice

I want to say up front that I’m not going to claim (as some do) that BDSM relationships are always deeper.

I won’t even begin to say being part of a BDSM relationship creates a bond more special than other relationships styles.

You see, I’ve witnessed vanilla relationships with just as close a connection.  My Aunt and Uncle (Father’s brother and his wife) were one of the most exceptional couples I’ve ever met.  

I do know they shared an active sex life together all the way to the end.  I’m guessing they were pretty kinky too, at least all indications leaned that way.

But the relationship style was pure vanilla.

The bond they shared was forged in the great depression and a world war.

But, beyond that, it was built from shared hardships, common experiences, and mutual pleasures.

Those are the same elements which the best BDSM style relationships are also built upon.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Jalaluddin Rumi

mutual pleasure

Without a doubt, the deepest relationships I’ve ever had were Master/slave relationships.

Obviously, I don’t believe that BDSM relationships feature an inherently deeper bond than other relationship styles.  But, it’s clear they can offer a path to a very close connection.

So, what is it about power exchange relationships that elicit such deep intimacy and closeness?

I think, in the case of successful power exchange relationships, it starts with mutual pleasure.

Often that is what attracted us to each other in the first place.  Our common interests in power exchange, kink, fetish, BDSM.

At least that’s how it has been for me, those times when I’ve found a great bond with others.

Granted, I’ve always been a very sexual creature.  And elements of BDSM have been part of my sexuality since my earliest memory.

I’ve nothing against pure vanilla.  In fact, I consider it to be just another spice.  But, it’s not my preference.  It’s not my kink, but that’s ok.

With that in mind, nearly all of the peak experiences I’ve shared with submissive partners, with my slaves, have been built around BDSM.

And, it’s those incredible mutual pleasures that help to build the very strong bond that often happens in power exchange/authority exchange relationships.

You don’t build a bond without being present.

James Earl Jones

common experience

If common experiences are another part of creating a great bond, opportunities abound within BDSM relationships.

Munches and play parties are a good example.  When folks in a power exchange relationship attend a play party (or even a munch) it can create memorable experiences they will always share.

At the very least, they aren’t off playing golf or attending church groups alone.

Bigger events and festivals can have even greater effects.

I know that I was inspired to become a presenter one weekend while attending Kinky Kollege in Chicago.  A visit to IML (also in Chicago) served as the catalyst for the formation of the first MAsT group in Iowa.

And, I know that Twisted Tryst, a four day weekend of camping and kinky debauchery, has had a dramatic effect on the lives of many.

If it’s true that the family that plays together stays together, then power exchange relationships offer great opportunities for bonding through those common experiences.

Love is the bond of perfection.

John Winthrop

shared hardships

I know it may seem a little odd at first that I’ve included shared hardships as a part of bonding.  I know it happens as a part of power exchange relationships.  And, to my mind, it’s a very common occurrence.

For most power exchange participants, keeping their kink activities in the closet is a necessity.  Perhaps we are out to friends or even family.  But, it’s rare for most to have our kink fully integrated into our lives.

Obviously, that’s a form of a shared hardship, the kind that can create a strong bond in relationships.

Parents with children face a similar situation.

Hiding a vibrator or dildo may cause a certain sense of unease for parents of inquisitive children.  But, needing to conceal floggers and other similar implements of instruction can be more anxiety inducing still.

The need to keep our authentic lives secret creates a shared hardship that bonds those of us who have immersed ourselves in power exchange ever closer to each other.

bond – Michael’s way

I really don’t enjoy power exchange, or any form of BDSM play, without a connection.  It does nothing for me without a bond.

I stopped doing “pick-up” play of any kind a while back, for that very reason.

I need that bond.  It could be said that I crave it.

Without that connection, the power exchange is really a role-play.  Roleplaying and cosplay are fun, but they aren’t what truly fuel my fire.

It really is ALL about the bond for me…

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Happy Hump Day!

believe it or not, I used to smoke camels

It is said, that it’s best not to ignore an insistent camel…

I’d better play along.

I don’t know camel…

What day is it?

Happy Hump Day!

If you smoke cigars, enjoy a good one today!

(And please, don’t tell our humped friends, that when I smoked cigarettes, I smoked Camels!)

TMI Tuesday for 8-1-17 (originally August 23, 2011)

Random stuff the universe needs to know about YOU.

There was no TMI Tuesday posted for today, August 1, 2017.

I have no idea what the story is here.  I only know that I’d planned to participate this week.

As part of “curating” my past sex blogging content, I’m collecting everything here, under one roof, so to speak.

So I’ll present one of my prior TMI Tuesday efforts.  Previously posted at SpiritualBDSM.com.


 

1. When you go to a party, would you rather show up accidentally underdressed or overdressed?
I’d rather be overdressed than be too casual these days.

2. What is something you have won and how did you win it? (Inspired by the An Optimistic Virgin)
I won my slave’s heart! I prevailed with integrity, intellect, compassion, not to mention an overactive imagination in the bedroom, and a good measure of dominance to match her submission.

3. Do you squeeze the toothpaste from the middle, end, or top?
Bottoms up baby!

4. What is something your parents used to say to you that you promised yourself you would never say–but now you catch yourself saying frequently?
You can never go wrong by acting with class and dignity.

5. What 3 lies did you regularly tell your parents? If applicable, what 3 lies do you tell your parents now?
I never lied with regularity, not even to my parents.

6. What is something that you intended to do today but didn’t? Why not? Will you do it tomorrow?
I intended to write more on this blog, not just answer a TMI Tuesday . . . I didn’t write more because I used up the last of my energy visiting a sick parent in the Hospital. I hope to write more tomorrow, I hope to write more every day, whether I make the time and feel the inspiration is still up for grabs.

7. What is something that people do in traffic that really bothers you? (inspired by My Quest To Be A Good Girl)
I am bothered by people talking on cell phones while driving, their divided attention endangers other drivers.

8. Whose autographs have you collected? (You can stop at five, in case you’re an autograph hound or celebrity stalker).
Tony Oliva, Rod Carew, Harmon Killebrew.

Bonus: Where do you go to find solitude, tranquility or connection to a higher power?
During sacred sex – These days I find it in the bedroom when sharing sensual moments with my slave. The webs we weave (both figurative and literal) send us to powerful heights of shared passion.

Tony Oliva

TMI Tuesday blog

Rain Speaks… It Calls Me

Kink of the Week July 16-31

Getting wet in the rain
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. Roger Miller

The splatter of gentle rain against a tin roof.  Soft patterns of percussion overhead.

The even tonality of an overcast sky.  It’s soft diffused light.

The fresh smell only rain can provide, unlike any other.

Rain is a sensuous experience.  Or, it can be.

If only you allow yourself to feel it.  Really feel it…

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face. Katherine Mansfield

I love the power of Nature, in all its aspects.

I’ve always felt the power most strongly away from the works of man.

In the woods.  On a shore.  Standing at a canyon’s precipice.

I once lived in a National Park for a year.  It was glorious.

But, no matter where I am, no matter what I might be doing, rain connects me to nature’s majesty and strength.

The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall. Helen Garner

The vital power of rain speaks to the primal within me.

It awakens my senses.  And, it arouses my desires.

The Tantric and the Master within me both revel in the energy rain provides for play.

Soak it up.

Soak it in.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity. Lucius Annaeus Seneca

desert showers

I went to the desert, and there I found rain.

The skies opened up.  It rained for days until the sand itself became saturated.

We walked and laughed in the rain at first.  Joking about being beavers, we dammed a little stream in what was usually a dry desert gully.

The sprinkles from the sky came down harder.  Then harder still.  Soon, they were no longer sprinkles at all.

The dam burst.  Beavers would have done better, I’m sure.  So, we walked and laughed again.

I’ll share a little secret I learned that day.  Don’t start a walk in the rain with the wind to your back…

We wandered for about an hour, then we turned, and headed for home.

The skies opened up.  Water poured down harder and harder.  The wind picked up.  Nature’s power can be unrelenting.

It felt like my face was being scoured by the rain.  My fancy raincoat soaked thru and stuck like a second skin, colder still than my own.

Arriving at camp, we shed our clothes, quickly.

I will always remember the rain beating down on my naked skin, like a full body shower. 

Save a boyfriend for a rainy day – and another, in case it doesn’t rain. Mae West

finding bliss

We nearly knocked each other over crawling into the tent at the same time.  Both seeking the warmth of our bedroll.

Inside the confines of our tent, snuggled into a giant sleeping bag together, Bliss and I smiled and laughed some more.

The sound of rain beating on the tent roof was hypnotic.  So was her naked body.

We made love.

It was glorious, intense, and satisfying.

We lay together then for another hour, listening to the storm, basking in the glow of our lovemaking.

Time seemed suspended.  We lay together almost as if in a trance.

The afterglow continued, as did the storm.  But, the feeling of being sexually sated drifted away.

We explored each other’s bodies again.  Perhaps less frantically, but still filled with the rain’s sensual energy.

Still more fully satisfied, the sun’s glow receding, we fell asleep with the dusk. 

Rain, whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Henry Ward Beecher

flash

I came semi-awake, in the dark, to a roar.

A deep rumbling.  Earth lightly trembling under me.

The sound of rain falling on the tent was still present.  But, this was deeper

A grip of fear struck me for a second as I fumbled for a flashlight.

I’d always wanted to witness a flash flood in the desert.  But, not like this.  Not in the middle of the night.  Not while camping in an isolated campsite.

Grabbing the flashlight, I wandered off into the night, moving towards the rumble.

Sure enough, the arroyo we’d been playing in was flooding.  A solid wall of red-brown water filled the gulch.

The water surged and rolled like an angry beast.  The closer I got, the louder the sound.  Large boulders, heavier than Bliss and I could lift together, were rumbling in the stream.  Rolling and crashing like dice being tossed.

Then I realized we were stranded.  The only way out crossed another similar ravine.  I could hear a muffled roar in that direction too.

If the water got any higher, our camp was in danger of being flooded.

What to do?

Certain emotions just take you to the notes – being furious, heroic, sad, erotic, when rain comes.

Jeff Buckley

flood

Rain pouring down on me, I scurried back into the tent.

There was Bliss, awake now herself.

I explained the flood.  I told her about the boulders rolling and tumbling against each other.  She could hear the roar, feel the ground’s vibrations.

What to do?

“Let’s fuck!”

Fuck the rain, the storm.  Oh, fuck the flood.  Just fuck it all.

Hey, let’s just fuck.

We did.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

John Updike

morning

When the morning came, the storm had passed, only light rain remained.

It was three days before the dirt road to our campsite opened back up.

When it was over, I was raw.

Anytime we lacked a purpose, anytime we lacked a plan, one of us would ask the question…

“What do you want to do now?”

“Let’s fuck,” became our refrain.

It took us all three days to work off all the energy we’d absorbed from our walk in the rain.  The power infused from the ground trembling beneath us.

What glorious days they were…

The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Kiss the whip before it kisses you…”

Sinful Sunday Week 329

I have a ritual.

Before I use a whip, crop, belt, strap, or flogger on a submissive, they must kiss it.

Kiss it with respect.

Kiss it with reverence.

Sinful Sunday

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