Life has changed a lot since the days of Daniel Boone, who I’m told was some sort of distant relative of mine.
All you need for happiness is a good gun, a good horse, and a good wife. ~ Daniel Boone
But, Boone’s quote still is pretty relevant, at least the parts about a happiness, a good gun, and a good wife.
This is my rifle; this is my gun. This one’s for fighting, this one’s for fun.
Which brings me around to the topic of today’s post, a scavenger hunt pictorial from a gun range.
I have a love interest in every one of my films: a gun. ~ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. ~ Mao Zedong
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. ~ Dwight D. Eisenhower
Ideas pull the trigger, but instinct loads the gun. ~ Don Marquis
I don’t care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting. ~ Che Guevara
Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins. ~ Ayn Rand
When I hold you in my arms, And I feel my finger on your trigger, I know no one can do me no harm, Because happiness is a warm gun, mama. Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is! ~ John Lennon
It must have been a Sunday, because (quite obviously) that day is more sinful.
So that means it was your normal average Sunday morning round these parts.
Except for the fact that nothing is ever quite normal here at the House of Samadhi.
Not to mention that we strive to be far from average as well.
And, the day was actually Saturday.
So, let’s forget the calendar, and just call it a typical Sunday morning here, and leave it at that!
If you can get together with me in agreeing to call it a typical Sunday morning, it shouldn’t be too big a stretch for the next leap I’m going to ask you to take.
You see, this is the Scavenger Hunt posting that’s not really a scavenger hunt post. You are still with me, right?[ 2. for the impatient please note that there is a sweet pic of Serafina flashing her snatch in my backyard that accompanies this post – good things come to those who wait – right?] See how easy it is once we decide we can suspend reality . . .
Sinnja is with us most every weekend these days. She comes to visit later on Thursday, and departs Monday morning. That still gets her a good share of quality time with her youngest son, while also giving her three full days a week here. With some scaled back work obligations, I’m not working Fridays or weekends, it’s a perfect fit all around.
Sinnja and I tend to be up earlier than Serafina, so most weekend mornings nowadays finds us in my backyard, sitting on the patio, conversing and smoking. Serafina then joins us once she’s also awakened, and we lounge together for a while before breakfast.
Our typical Sunday morning started just like that.
location, location, location!
They say the first three rules of real estate are:
Sadly, we’ve got none of that.
In terms of location we are nowhere special – it may even say that on google earth!
We live in the midwest, in an average home (where nothing average happens – remember?) that sits on an average lot, with neighbors surrounding us on every side. Yes, there is a street on one side of the house for access, so neighbors to the south are an extra 25′ away. Big whoop!
the act – exposing her bodacious backyard beauty
So, it was more than a little risque of me to ask Serafina to expose herself there in my backyard early one Sunday morning.
There she was, looking cute (as usual.) Yes, Serafina’s beauty rolls right out of bed with her.
What? You don’t believe me? Well, certainly, have a look for yourself!
OK, so she’s scowling a little. I think she knows I am up to something!
“Master!” she says. “Really? So early in the morning?” she asks.
“Oh, you know I can ask what I want from you when I want it from you. Can’t I?” I reply.
“Seriously?” She asks.
“Yes! Now!” I say indicating that I’d like my sweet slave to give us a nice look at her pussy.
“Fuck!” says Sinnja, under her breath, knowing Serafina must comply. It’s never a wise move to start the day disobeying a request from one’s Master.
So, while it may not be worthy of achieving an actual scavenger hunt location, there was real risk of unwanted exposure in our own backyard.
And really, when I think about it, I’d prefer the risk of exposure in front of strangers, not the very people who live next door.
It’s almost enough to make a girl go pale!
Well, except where it counts!
My sweet slave really was able to bear it all quite well, as she bared herself to Sinnja and I. That’s the story of my sweet Serafina, exposing her bodacious backyard beauty!
This week’s “Throwback Thursday” posting was originally posted at SpiritualBDSM.com back on 12/19/11.
I selected it for posting today, not only because I think it’s a good essay, worthy of inclusion here, but also because it seems a timely addition to a current discussion.
The very next question in the queue for the 30 Days of Kink is about hard limits, Serafina’s answer is already scheduled for tomorrow, and mine will follow shortly thereafter.
I read the comment, “The ultimate deal breaker, I love my hair.”
I was over at tumblr.com this morning, surveying all the lovely kinky images people have shared at that site, when I ran across the accompanying picture. As is common with tumblr, there are no credits or copyright information, so I have no idea who created this stunning image[ 2. lovely, smart, and sexy goddess of the Scavenger Hunt found the original source of the picture – Red Acedia Posture Collar
by AntisepticFashion.] I don’t know who made the stunning collar, nor do I know the identity of the model.
What I do know is this – the comment that accompanied the photo made me chuckle. When sharing the picture, the author of the tumblr blog bigirlfantasy said:
The ultimate deal breaker, I love my hair.
Please don’t misunderstand, in chuckling at this comment I’m not making fun of anyone’s limits or taking a jab at this individual. Far from it. In fact, I’m sure there are a lot of ladies, and some men too, that would balk at having their head shaved.
I’m just a lot more used to hearing or seeing different kinds of things as “hard limits” – kids, animals, scat, watersports, bloodsports, etc. So it’s simply that this isn’t one of the common limits I’ve seen listed.
Because it wasn’t what I expected, it made me think. It struck a chord. It made me think.
Now, I probably need to tell you that a good “think” often causes me to chuckle. If nothing else, I laugh at the absurdity of life, and how serious and dear we sometimes hold transitory things. Thing like hair and physical beauty are fleeting, impermanent. How and why do the matter so much?
With that said, the real reason I write this short essay isn’t to riff on metaphysics, it’s to discuss limits, and to say that all limits are sacrosanct.
(esp. of a principle, place, or routine) Regarded as too important or valuable to be interfered with.
sacred – holy – inviolable
There are two basic kinds of limits, Hard Limits and Soft Limits. They are similar, yet very different.
Hard Limits are serious stuff, really serious stuff. They are urgent. Hard Limits deserve demand our attention and respect.
Hard Limits are kind of like a fallout zone. When you go there you can’t see the radioactivity or feel it, but trust me, it will fry you just the same. Go there once and you are pretty much toast, done, finished, kaput. It’s over baby!
The catchphrase to remember for the deadly nature of hard limits – “Avoid Like the Plague!”
Soft Limits are a slightly different animal. They are also sacred and sacrosanct, but they aren’t necessarily deadly. Instead of being absolutely disgusting, Soft Limits are usually scary things, forbidden or taboo, yet things for which we feel both attraction and dread. There are times where soft limits can even be potent fantasy material.
Soft Limits can be approached, discussed, pondered, evaluated, and even negotiated.
As an experienced dominant, I enjoy helping a submissive challenge their soft limits. If you are a young or inexperienced dominant, this is territory to avoid. Before somebody thinks to themselves, “These old dominants always want to keep all the good stuff for themselves,” please give me a moment to explain.
Pushing limits is not something I’d suggest for new and inexperienced dominants, because they need to need to know the great wealth of experiences to be had and enjoyed without ever approaching any kind of limit. I see BDSM as an “additive journey” – each successive step you immerse yourself in makes the final whole that much greater and rewarding. The beginning dominant robs themselves of many wonderful experiences and much potential pleasure by trying to skip to the head of some imaginary line.
Newer dominants need to have experienced and resolved what to do when a scene goes wrong or falls apart before approaching or pushing limits. BDSM is a rewarding lifestyle, at least in part because it involves skills that come only with time and experience. And please remember, “Mastery” isn’t something that is bestowed upon a person as a birthright, it’s not an exercise in self nomination, or a declaration one makes, it’s an accumulation of a lifetime of accrued skills and knowledge.
Please remember, even when you are experienced and comfortable in BDSM, even when you know you are ready to start, anxious to begin exploring this aspect of dominance and submission, playing with soft limits needs to be a slow, careful, and thoughtful process.
I guess a good analogy would be to say pushing soft limits is a lot like butt sex, assuming that ass fucking is not a hard limit …
Like with anal sex, It’s best not to push too much, if at all when playing with a soft limit. Instead it’s far better to let the submissive relax into everything. Always use patience, care and love, to help your submissive or slave get comfortable with the pleasure she can receive …
Now, as for shaved heads on women, I do think they are sexy.
Having her head shaved is not a limit for my slave/wife Serafina. We discussed this a few months back when I discovered that bondage ropemaker Twisted Monk enjoyed shaving women’s heads. I even have a plan.
Her head will be shaved the year I finally retire, the first year I no longer work for pay.
At that point, we will begin spending most of our time travelling together in an RV. Our plan is to spend the better part of most of those “golden years” on the road, exploring North America, having kinky adventures, visiting old friends and meeting new ones.
It’s a long time away, at least 20 years for me, but I’m already making plans for travelling and living in a “mobile dungeon.” I’m already investing in travel cases for all my BDSM gear, organizing everything with help from a company called For Your Nymphomation.
And I’m already fantasizing about teasing Serafina with the cool air of the RV’s air conditioner, asking her how it feels on the naked flesh covering her skull. Won’t she be quite the sight, pumping gas for me, her bare head accentuating the very obvious thick steel collar locked around her neck?
Serafina and I have been enjoying taking part in the Scavenger Hunt so far.
While we never considered ourselves to be big exhibitionists, it’s a little stronger fetish perhaps than we knew.
We’ve even gotten to the point of putting together a special “kit” to ride in my truck, so we are ready at the drop of a hat when we see a location.
We tried to get a couple of locations in over the last week, but had issues with running into too many prying eyes to be safe in risking a little exposure. I mean I’m not beyond having Serafina flash her breasts at a truck driver, but we aren’t going to play games in a restaurant with children around. Kiddos of all kinds are hard limits for play.
Arriving home yesterday, I kept coming back to an image we had picked up. It was a tad bit chilly, so that shows more than a little in Serafina’s face. But, I really liked the shot, it “spoke” to me somehow.
My biggest problem was that I couldn’t find a proper Scavenger Hunt category for our picture to fit into. We’ve already checked “park” off the list. It’s not a street sign location, although my slave was certainly next to a sign.
Then I had an epiphany. There’s no scavenger hunt location for “map”.
Maps show up in all sorts of interesting locations.
Map are found at parks, and in highway rest areas, all sort of locations where showing some skin could be fun.
For instance, an essay on “inuction” could include, not only a discussion of the fetish1, but also a discussion of the phenomena of Mazola® parties2
What? You haven’t heard of a Mazola® party before? Well, you’ll have to wait until at least next year to find out more, because this year “I” is for inspiration.
I don’t know that a discussion of the inspirations for my kinkiness is possible. I really have no idea why I am the way that I am. Frankly I’ve always been this way, it’s really the only way I know how to live. I am who I am, and previous attempts to understand why, tend to be more than a little bit inscrutable in their result.
So, rather than have a discussion about me, or about my kink, I’d like to discuss the lovely sex bloggers who have inspired me to create the Joy of Kink. My work has been influenced by a relatively small handful of people and sites, but each is important in their own way.
The Big Four
There are four sex bloggers who have been the primary inspiration for my own work . . .
Pansexual, polyamorous, and kinky, Curvaceous Dee is the moniker of an absolutely lovely writer (and exhibitionist) who hails from New Zealand, as well as a site’s name. Far more than anyone else out there, Dee has been a key inspiration for all of my blogging efforts. Dee is intelligent and witty, not to mention the fact that she’s a very kinky lady. I adore intelligence and wit, always have and I always will. I learn from Dee, especially the other blogger’s posts she features in Intriguing Reading. I think there have been 78 posts in that ongoing series, they all have made me think. I’m a (mostly) heterosexual male dominant, as such I come from a place of privilege. The diversity of Dee’s friends pansexual offerings, if nothing else, help to remind me of the wonderful diversity that make up our community, and usually do far more for me than that. The mind is our biggest sex organ, and I know Dee understands that. She’s also very brave, her exhibitionist exploits are a very real inspiration to Serafina. She’s the organizer of the Scavenger Hunt which Serafina and I recently started taking part in, what great fun it is! Although I’ve never told her so, I’ve got a long distance crush on Dee, I have for a long time.
Molly’s Daily Kiss
Molly is the Queen of sex bloggers. OK, I don’t know that’s a universally accepted fact, I haven’t seen her crowned as such. I’m sure there are others who might claim the title. I mean it certainly could be argued that the “Queen of all Sex Bloggers” is Violet Blue. But to me, Ms Blue blogs about sex rather than being a sex blogger. Molly’s Daily Kiss is the epitome of what sex blogging is about today in the year 2014, and for that I give Molly her title. At least that’s how she’s thought of here in my household. Molly may be a submissive, but she’s also a natural born leader, and that shows (very much) in the great success of Sinful Sunday. That meme is easily the most popular and successful one of it’s kind in the world of kinky sex bloggers. Molly’s Pussy Pride Project is another place where her organizing and leadership skills show. Her photography skills are also outstanding, and the makeover her site just got is visually stunning, a beautiful look and design. She’s a beautiful woman too. Don’t let all the skills fool you, she is definitely a sexy sex blogger. . . What a lady! Perhaps I don’t have the long term crush on Molly that I have had on Dee, but being newer doesn’t make it any less true.
Marie Rebel is certainly sex blogger royalty, no doubt about that. I think of Marie as being something akin to Molly’s sister – that would make her Princess Marie Rebel! Like Molly’s site, Rebel’s Notes is truly the epitome of what sex blogging in 2014 is all about. I guess the association in my mind is made stronger by the fact that Molly and Marie are real life friends. I’ve seen posts of them traipsing about the countryside together, collecting scavenger hunt locations as they go, and can’t help imagining what fun it must have been to be the photographer! Ms Rebel has great organizing skills too, she’s the host of Wicked Wednesday, another one of my favorite internet memes. And, she’s yet another beautiful submissive lady blogger. Now, if I say that I have a bit of a crush on Marie, I’m going to sound like some hopeless headcase, but I have to say this at the very least, she’s a sexy lady who’s more than worthy too.
Kink and Poly
I’m going to start sounding like a broken record here. Everything I’ve said so far about other outstanding sex bloggers is true also about Jade Melisande, the author of Kink and Poly. Jade is sexy, very sexy. Her blog is, like Rebel’s Notes and Molly’s Daily Kiss, everything I could imagine a sex blog should be. She’s exhibitionistic, intelligent, and she writes great erotica (which is also true of everyone who has preceded her, lest I be remiss in mentioning that.) Did I mention that she’s sexy? Oh, ya I did. The other thing I should mention is that she’s also the first blogger on the list who resides on the same continent. And, she really only lives a few hours drive away. I’m guessing our paths will cross someday, at Twisted Tryst, Kinky Kollege, MadtownKinkfest, or maybe something in her home town. I lived there myself as a community organizer back in 1990, and have to say I never met anyone like Jade. It’d be great to share a meal, meet her guys. Maybe even find a way to do a joint Scavenger Hunt or two with Jade and Serafina, tie them to each other or something! I should also mention that Jade hosts another popular meme – Kink of the Week.
Two other bloggers have been significant influences, even if it’s not as openly apparent. I’m still working to find the “voice” I want in writing reviews, but it’s still a goal of mine.
The sex toy reviewer’s sex toy reviewer. Lily’s blog – Dangerous Lily – has always been my greatest inspiration to write sex toy reviews. She’s incredibly informed and proactive when it comes to the safety of sex toys. Her no nonsense reviews, and outstanding advice for fellow bloggers is greatly appreciated. It seems like often, she’s just a step ahead of me. I’ll have an idea for a great blog post, only to do a quick google search and discover that Lily already had the idea, and wrote the definitive blog post about it.
The queen of sex toy reviewers. Hey Epiphora is THE classic sex toy review site. Doing reviews of BDSM tools and sex toys is always a part of my inspiration in creating a blog, but writing the reviews is not so easy for me. I tip my cap to sex toy reviewers like Lily and Epiphora, it’s a tougher job to do right than you might think.
There are a couple of sites that are still in existence that deserve mention, even if they don’t rise up to the level of the “Big Six”.
In terms of original content, Bondage Blog is by far the weakest of all the blogs I consider to be among the inspirations for the creation of the Joy of Kink. It’s really little more than a collection of items that have been found elsewhere on the web, and are then re-posted to Bondage Blog. I rarely visit there anymore, the blog has little to offer me today. But, ten or twelve years ago, that was a different story. Bondage blog was the first kink blog I ever found, it led me to dozens of other sites. It earns it’s place on the list only because it was the very first kinky blog I ever found. In fact it was probably the first blog I ever actually read.
No Need to be Coy
Run by yet another lovely lady blogger, Coy Pink, No Need to be Coy has a special place in my heart for a very unique reason. Ms Pink bears a striking resemblance to a lady who was a former love interest of mine back in the 1990’s. Several years ago, back in 2008, after finding coypink.com, the resemblance between the Coy Pink and my friend led me to look the friend up again, after being out of contact for the better part of a decade. We are fast friends again, I’m even helping to edit her novel. While the relationship we once had is well beyond being rekindled, the mutual respect and love we once shared still endures. Besides Serafina, she is currently the other woman to whom I sign letters to with the word love. No Need to be Coy earns an honorable mention for rekindling my friendship.
Finally- the Conclusion – “I” is for Inspiration and Influences
Hopefully, the individuals who have influenced and inspired my blogging efforts will understand that I really wish I had the time and room to write even more wonderful things about you.
For all the named blogs, as well as the newer discoveries who are not named (at least not this year – I hope to Blog from A-Z in April every year) I thank you all, each and every one of you, for enriching my life.