Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Surgery Day

As this post appears I should be headed to the recovery room from a microdiscectomy to remove chunks of bad things that squirted out of a disc and set up residence in the spinal nerve channel thereby putting pressure on my sciatic nerve and causing various levels of distress and pain in my left leg.  The surgery carries a 92% level of success for major or total pain relief.  I WILL be in that 92% category, dammit!

I get from 6-12 weeks to recover from this during which I'm not allowed to take any rickshaw rides, squat over any Indian style commodes, nor lift anything over 4 pounds.  Please leave a note here on how much your dick weighs.

And keep good thoughts.

Monday, April 25, 2011


I spent a good chunk of this past weekend at a local convention called Frolicon.  Developed as a gathering for science fiction, gaming, and fantasy fans, geeks, lovers, writers, and other general nutcases, the convention has morphed into a pretty serious avenue for pansexual kinksters.  Since I'm not a real fan, geek, lover, or writer of the genres I put myself in the category of general nutcase (where I humbly belong), and had a remarkably good time the entire weekend!  It was My pup who got me there (many thanks!) mostly because in his general excitement he'd registered for the event twice!  (He shall hereafter be known as "the boy so excited by Frolicon he registered twice", or BoySEFHRT.

Over the course of the weekend there were a wide variety of presentations for the various communities served by the Con.  Examples included general discussions and how-to's on furries, bondage, tag-team dominating, negotiating scenes, creative costuming, zombie makeup, lacing corsets, Victorian flirting, and the creatively-titled "Shish-ka-Dick."  A nice collection of vendors filled a ballroom with a wide variety of BDSM tools, kinky clothing, corsetry, and jewelry. 

My favorite activity, by far, was just being a people-watcher.  Every time I entered the vendor area Lee and Miles were busily lacing up women into beautiful corsets at the Marvelous Mayhem booth.  They are magicians.  The first woman I saw laced up they got down to about a 25 inch waist.  Her enormous breasts (cup size "I" in two large turkeys) floated beautifully atop the tightly cinched waist.  I turned around and saw four Littles bounce by.  These "Littles" are adults of 21-65 dressed as 5 year-olds complete with lollipops and crayolas heading down for the cookie-decorating panel.  Later I was headed up the escalator and a tightly-corseted woman was descending to my left.  She shrieked, "oh, FUCK."  A few seconds later, twice as loud, "Jesus!  Please!  FUCK!  JESUUUUUUS!"  I thought it might have something to do with it being Easter weekend.  A few steps behind her I saw a man with an evil grin hitting buttons on a remote control.

In a matter of a few square feet of the hotel lobby you could see a dominatrix in full gear next to a Little next to a cross-dressing maid in full latex costume next to a Furry next to a zombie next to a Steampunker (see above photo).  I have to admit the Steampunkers have my total admiration for some incredible imagination and creativity in their costuming, gadgetry and weaponry. 

And pretty much anytime day or night you could find some sort of dungeon party taking place.  Times were set aside for W2W, M2M, women who love M2M, spankers, and general pansexual play.  For the big late night dungeon parties 3 large ballrooms were opened to each other with a variety of cages, suspension sites, whipping crosses, and wrestling mats set up.  On Friday night the line to get in to the dungeon had to be at least 50 people long when I finally had to give up and hit the road for home.

The dungeon play was hit and miss.  Both literally and figuratively.  It was a thrill watching BoySEFHRT swing a flogger.  He also did some gorgeous rope work on a variety of guys.  His dance card was VERY full for the weekend.  And both Friday and Saturday night he ended up having to ice his shoulder from all the flogger action.  He was laser-focused, caring, devilish, and extremely good at what he did.  I could easily have just stayed nearby and watched him every single minute, but I also didn't want him to think I was "overseeing" his work, him worried that I was on the sidelines ready to critique his every move, because nothing could have been further from the truth.  I was just intrigued by how good he was.  But I forced myself to walk around, to leave the dungeon for good chunks of time, and occasionally do a little play of my own.

At the M2M party a handsome couple joined the party about half way through.  The Top was a rugged, broad-shouldered man, dark in features, with a Unikilt and some nice boots.  The boy was equally good looking with a much smaller build and one of those grins that draws you in.  A bit later the Top put some really nasty looking steel cuffs on the boy leaving him strung up and alone in the dungeon.  A few guys gathered to tease the boy a bit (nice!), but a little later when he was on his own I took the opportunity for a little grab and grope of my own.  Mid-nipple-pinch the handsome boy asked, "Do you have a blog?"  "Um....yes?"  "I thought I recognized that goatee!"  

Later we got to talk a bit more.  (This was after a rather large metal collar was locked on the boy.)  I voiced my own hope that he'd be wearing the collar for the rest of the weekend.  That threw him a bit as I know he was probably pretty closeted about his kinks, but sure enough, later that day I saw the two of them in the lobby with the boy still collared.  Cool!  And I'm hoping this couple may be joining us for our own dungeon parties down the road.  Nice guys, nice kinks, all good energy.  My kind of people.

I have always tried to remain very positive in this blog, but I have to admit the dungeon play I observed was much more "miss" than "hit."  In fact some of the behavior was so awful and dangerous and stupid I found myself getting quite angry.  You think driving and texting is bad?  Try flogging and texting (yes, really, I saw this.)  To the bored dominatrix lazily and with no focus or care swinging a flogger while constantly looking around the room--what were you looking for?  To see if anyone was watching you?  To find a better victim?  Really?  To the groups and groups and groups of noisy, loud, disrespectful people standing too close to the whip handlers or the riggers--Do you not see how distracting you are?  Did you not read the signs concerning a ban on cell phones?  Whose fault do you think it is when that flogger hit you in the back of the head?  To the idiotic, pompous, and totally unprepared Dungeon Monitors--Why did the rigger have to ask you to move the cackling, texting, screeching crowd right behind him?  And why did you just push that same crowd into the midst of another scene rather than actually solving the problem?  And when that woman collapsed from the flogging and single-tailing she was taking (by a very capable top who was clearly rattled by her fainting), how is it possible that the five of you DMs could just stand there, watching, and leave it to me to get her a blanket, water, sugar?  Really?  To the guy who offered up his girlfriend as flogging practice for anybody walking by--I kind of like the idea, but you might want to help people understand that the lower back is off limits.  Oh that's right, you were the one texting while flogging.  I'm surprised you hit the target at all.  I really hope that woman isn't still peeing blood from the abuse her kidneys took.  And to the guy who was flogging Tiny Tim (hearing falsetto screams from a guy with some of the skankiest hair I've seen in a long time was a bit disconcerting), rolling your eyes multiple times at the crowd watching won you no fans. Just because your bottom couldn't take your poorly-placed strikes (have you even noticed how a whip or flogger will wrap around the sides and to the front if you stand too close?), nor your whacks at full force without even a hint of warming him up, please understand:  This is NOT HIS FAULT.  Of course it was no surprise to see you toss him aside without a hint of aftercare and put on your orange sash and assume your pompous role of Dungeon Monitor.  Grrrrrr.

Deep breath.  Another deep breath.  Let it go.  We all start somewhere.  Hubby and I started with little $10 velcro restraints nearly 25 years ago.  And I'm sure when we purchased our first little flogger some 20 years ago we were clueless how to use it.  We survived.  Hopefully all these folks will too.  I just hope they're smart enough to sober up and go to a few of the classes at the next Con and learn real technique.  Or stop looking at their iPhones and watch BoySEFHRT's technique!

Okay, I promise to stop calling him BoySEFHRT.  Loki was amazing.  Is amazing.  And it was totally great for me to get a glimpse of a significant part of his own history and journey.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

daddy's birchboy: a great blog and a GREAT article

I made a "gift" to hubby of this blog I found thanks to Sparky's links.  Hubby burned through the 200 videos in less than 3 days.  I've put a link to "daddy's birchboy" in my bloglist to the right.

The following article from that blog is just ripe with great ideas!


Next comes an article written most obviously by a master spanker. The author explains in painstaking detail the importance of position and posture.

One of the factors that sets spanking apart from other forms of swatting is the deliberate and sometimes ceremonial positioning of the participants. While some spankings are haphazard, I prefer spankings that include the ritual of positioning.

Both the spankee and spanker adopt positions that facilitate and enhance the spanking. These positions generally work to the advantage of the spanker and the disadvantage of the spankee.

The spanker enjoys the following advantages from their position:

Whether standing or sitting, the spanker is positioned to be comfortable throughout the spanking. They are able to swing their arm at a natural angle and able to sustain a lengthy spanking with ease because of their position.

Because they are able to wind up and freely swing their arm at a natural angle, the spanker is able to apply swats to the intended target with force. While standing, the spanker cannot only swing their arm but rotate their body to deliver maximum energy to an anxiously awaiting, clenching derriere.
Full access to the bottom to be spanked. The spankee's position is designed to fully expose their bottom and the spanker's relative position is designed to put that bottom at a convenient angle and height. Therefore, the spanker is able completely view, tweak, pat, and spank it.

Because the spanker is in the position to easily spank the rear end at the correct angle, it is much less likely that a blow will fall too high or too low.

The spanker's position gives them the "upper hand" and allows them to easily control the spankee. They sit or stand higher than the spankee and are easily able to restrain and situate the spankee.

The spankee realizes the following effects from their position:

Relative comfort
Except for the notable exception of their backside, I think it's important that the spankee be relatively comfortable so they can focus on the sensations being inflicted upon their posterior.

Bending over and getting into position to get your bottom blistered signals the beginning of the spanking and builds anticipation.

Increased sensation
A properly positioned bottom will tend to be spanked harder and more completely on the sensitive "sit spot".

Being put over the knee is a childish, humiliating posture. Having to "assume the position" is humiliating in its submission and rubs in the fact that they are being spanked.

Emphasis on their bottom
Spanking positions place the center of attention on the bottom of the person being spanked, a fact not lost on said person. The bottom is emphasized by its exposure and upturned position relative to the spanker.

Presentation of their bottom
Not only is the bottom exposed and emphasized but the spankee feels they are willingly "sticking it out" and presenting it for its punishment in the same way as the condemned man who must place his head on the chopping block. The spankee knows their bottom cannot evade or escape the swats.

Cooperatively getting into position to be spanked is the primary act of submission in spanking.

Although it may be of little solace, the spankee can take comfort in the fact that their position affords safety from injury. Of course, this can be disconcerting if they know they will be spanked with even more abandon.

Loss of control
Once positioned, the spankee has relinquished control and may not easily regain it until the spanking is done. They may have difficulty removing their rear from the line of fire if they try.

Inability to clench
When standing, one can clench their cheeks together, mitigating the sting of a swat and the exposure. When properly positioned, it is more difficult to clench cheeks and the spanking will be applied to a relaxed, bouncing bottom.

Excellent visual presentation
Speaking from the point of view of an admitted bottom fancier, there a few times that someone looks more adorable and beautiful than when he is positioned to be spanked. Not only is the bottom emphasized, but it is formed to a flattering shape and sexily perked out. Spanking positions would be sexy even to people not into spanking.

Following are descriptions of various positions that I find erotic, their distinguishing characteristics, tactics that can be used to enhance them, and precautions to take. All descriptions assume a right-handed spanker.

Over the lap

Spanker is sitting with good posture in an armless chair, knees together. Person being spanked must lay face- down across the spanker's lap, their head to the left and feet to the right. They must be over the lap far enough so their bottom is conveniently located directly over the spanker's right thigh.

In order to preserve modesty, the person being spanked may be tempted to lie flat with their head up and legs straight out behind; however, if they are concerned for their modesty, they shouldn't have gotten themselves spanked in the first place. The spankee's head and shoulders should be angled down and their knees tucked down out of the way so that their bottom is well turned up. A palm pressed against the back of the head and swats to the thighs are helpful in positioning the spankee.

Knees should be at least six inches apart and the lower back should be "arched" or dipped to further turn up their rear. Depending on size, toes will either be resting against the floor or hoisted off a few inches. The full weight of the spankee should be resting on the lap.

Hands can either be on the floor or grasping the legs of the chair. If the right hand flies back during spanking, it should be pinned to the lower back by the spanker's left hand.

Prior to starting to spank, the spanker should firmly grasp the spankee's waist above the right hip with the left hand to prevent squirming off the lap. Then the left elbow should be planted between the shoulder blades to keep the head and shoulders from bobbing up.

The spanker should raise their right knee slightly, turning up the bottom further. When spanking a boy, make sure his penis is pressed firmly against your right thigh and aimed to the left.
By turning their upper body to the right, the spanker can get a fuller swing and more comfortably apply a stronger swat.

By combining all of these tactics - the raised knee, the elbow in the back, the hand in the small of the back - the spanker can effectively pin the spankee down and spank the daylights out of them.

Over the knee
Similar to over-the-lap except the spankee is bent over the left knee with their legs restrained by the spanker's right leg.

Hands on ankles
This is the classic school-style paddling position. The student must stand well clear of obstacles with feet shoulder width apart. Leaving knees straight and back straight, the student must bend over and grasp their ankles with both hands. The spanker may want to observe the student's hands throughout the paddling to ensure they do not leave the ankles and earn extra swats.
The spanker stands facing the left side of the student. They should stand far enough away so the paddle barely overlaps past the right cheek. They should adjust fore and aft to ensure that both cheeks are struck at the same time (assuming a paddle is being used. Canes and straps warrant slightly forward positioning).

It is not possible to more fully expose and present a rear end than when in this position. When one is told to bend over and grab their ankles, one is, in effect, being told, "we intend to thoroughly paddle your bottom. So not only will you present your rear-end but you will stretch and endeavor to stick it up and out as far as you can absolutely positively can. And throughout the paddling, you will continue to strain to stick it out for the paddle."

Since the angle between the legs and the upper body is well under 90 degrees, this position spreads the cheeks and exposes the rectum and genitals more than any other position.
This is a great fantasy position but I think it only works safely in reality for spankees with flexible bodies (especially when a thick paddle is used). Inflexible people can't reach their ankles without bending their knees. Men run the risk of getting their testicles whacked. Non-fleshy butts get pulled tightly across the pelvic bones and don't provide enough padding when a heavy paddle is used.

Hands on knees
A safer, more workable position than hands-on-ankles. The bottom is presented in a plumper, more paddle-friendly shape but visually, the position is still very school-like. Depending on the person, I think this position can be more visually appealing because the back can be arched a bit which perks up the bottom. In fact, the further up the legs the hands are placed, the more the spankee can arch their back and stick out their rump.

Again, feet should be shoulder width apart and hand position enforced. Because the back can be arched and bottom upturned, it should be required, both prior and during the paddling. A technique which tends to arch the back correctly is to require the student to look forward at a spot high on the wall. That way, they are required to pull their head up and arch their back.

Over the desk on tiptoes
Another school-like position. The student must bend over a desk with nose or chest pressed to the desk. Hands and arms should be placed on the desk over their head to further arch the back. To further elevate their bottoms to be spanked, they must raise up on to their toes. Penalty swats can be awarded for every incidence of a heel touching the floor (hint: watch after the "last" swat before the student is told they may relax).

Over a barstool or horse
This is probably the best position for paddling because the bottom is presented in a plump and relaxed manner. The person to be punished must lay their full weight across the stool, their feet hanging and hands grasping the legs of the stool at a level such that there is a little support for their upper body.

This is a relaxed, comfortable position which works well for lengthy spankings.

Laying on bed
Another comfortable position for lengthy spankings and ensuing diversions. The spankee must lay face-down on a bed. Their face should be pressed to the mattress while their hips and bottom are elevated on pillows. Since pillows are compressible, it may take three or four to achieve the proper elevation.

Kneeling in chair
One of my favorite positions for spankees with great butts because, properly executed, it presents the rear in its most flattering light. The trick is in the execution.
The spankee must kneel in the seat of a padded chair (save those knees) facing the back with the thighs vertical and upper body forward over the back. Again, the spankee should be required to arch the back well.

Two things conspire to shape his bottom cutely. First, the back of the chair prevents him from bending so far as to preclude a good back arch. Second, just as high heels shape calves fully by angling the foot to shorten and bulge the calf muscle, kneeling with the calves at right angles to the thighs seems to allow the buttocks to bulge fully.
I've found the following tactics can be used to enhance and focus on positioning:

Adjustment & readjustment
I think it's important to deliberately position and adjust the spankee prior to the first swat. Emphasis should be placed on positioning and presenting the bottom fully. Throughout the spanking, the spankee should be readjusted as their position begins to fail.

Verbal instruction
I think it's best to require the spankee to willfully maintain their own position with out the physical assistance of the spanker especially in the case of stand-up paddlings. Therefore, verbal communication is necessary throughout the spanking to encourage the spankee to continue to assume the correct position.


One of the disciplinary aspects of spanking is that no matter how perfect the spankee is positioned, they can always improve, stick their bottom out a little further, etc. The spanker should not feel guilty that their exacting demands regarding position are perhaps a little too picky and unrealistic.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


Only a week until surgery.  Pre-surgery tests today.  And this incredible urge to have lots of sex before I get sent back to the sofa.  So Sunday was intense time.  Lunch with pup yesterday where I had a hard time keeping my hands to myself.  Last night gave hubby a whaling on his buttocks.  This weekend is Frolicon with lots of fun sessions and some intriguing dungeon parties.  I may not need anesthesia by next Wednesday at this rate!

Pics are from Sunday.  Videos are at XTube  (look for cuffdbhnd).

Happy Birthday

24 years old yesterday.



In their honor I'm offering some wonderful Homer philosophy to live our lives by:

  • Operator! Give me the number for 911!

  • I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.

  • Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.

  • Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'Sir' without adding, 'You're making a scene.'

  • You know, boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right buttons.

  • Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.

  • [Meeting Aliens] Please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!

  • Marriage is like a coffin and each kid is another nail.

  • Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.

  • When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.

  • I'm having the best day of my life, and I owe it all to not going to Church!

  • Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.

  • I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?

  • Lisa, Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.

  • I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.

  • Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harrassing that woman.

  • Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.

  • Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?

  • If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can't speak English.

  • I'm never going to be disabled. I'm sick of being so healthy.

  • I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.

  • All my life I've had one dream, to achieve my many goals.

  • But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.

  • That's it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college!

  • If something's hard to do, then it's not worth doing

  • I'm in no condition to drive...wait! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!

  • 'To Start Press Any Key'. Where's the ANY key?

  • Sunday, April 17, 2011

    I had pizza for dinner

    The price I pay for eating pizza these days is dreams just like this one:


    April 27th
    Keep good thoughts.

    It's scheduled.  No turning back.  Think sharp knife, a Dremel saw, tweezers and a crochet hook (Thanks D for that lovely imagery and the offer to do it for 1/3 the price.  Do you even take insurance?).  Having endured a herniated disc for 22 months I'm finally going under the knife to remove some cauliflower shaped debris that squirted out of disc and set up residence in the nerve channel, thereby pinching the sciatic nerve and making my left leg a hated appendage.  The pain has varied from so-so to "I want to cut your eyes out, bitch" levels.  I've missed 6 months of work and have had another 8 months of excruciatingly awful work.  I've endured five VERY long needles stuck up my spine with the last epidural doing zero benefit.  I've had sleepless nights suffering anxiety attacks from too much Vicodin.  I've had sleepless nights when pain killers did nothing.  I've made hubby learn to tie people's ankles 'cuz I can't get down on the floor, or if I do get down on the floor I don't get back up.  (This last one is the total reason I'm getting the surgery done.  Hubby does his best, sigh, but I wanna tie up those ankles myself!)

    One of my very best friends, a friend of a lifetime, totally one of a kind, passed away a few weeks ago.  She was 82.  She worked up until a few months before she passed away.  The interesting thing is she really started her second life when she was 53.  She'd raised her children, had supported her husband, and promptly determined that she needed her own life from there on out.  She made the next 29 years of her life absolutely amazing.  And that's my inspiration.  I'm pretty happy with life so far.  But I want 29 more years of even better.  This is my turning point.

    The doc said I was an excellent candidate for surgery.  92% chance of significant or total pain reduction.  A slight chance of some numbness (We sciatica sufferers jump for joy when it's only numb.), and the possibility of a new herniation down the road (the sword hanging over us for life.)  He even called me "young and healthy!"  I, of course, waited for him to also call me handsome.  That compliment didn't come.  He should be grateful I wasn't in one of my "scratch your eyes out, bitch" moods or pain levels.  Actually, while I have the normal fear of surgery that any person has, I am focusing on these incredibly positive things....

    *I'll be able to dry my feet after a shower
    *I'll be able to pick things up off the floor without having to use my toes as tongs
    *I'll be able to walk more than 3 blocks without worrying whether I brought my cell phone with me to call 911
    *I'll be able to help suspend the bondage bed
    *I'll be able to roll around on the ground with a pup
    *I'll be able to tie people's ankles properly  (I love you, hubby......smooch)
    *I'll be able to properly flog the snot out of hubby, not having to give up after a few minutes because my left leg pain is making me take it out on him...

    And I'm still working on that new and richer purpose in life, that which will consume me for the next 29 years or longer.  I've never really been afraid of the major turning points in my life; in fact, I think in the past I've embraced them and jumped in with both feet.  I expect I will behave exactly the same way this time around, once I know the right path.

    Saturday, April 16, 2011

    A bit more

    I posted a bit hastily about my time with ~loki yesterday, mainly because I was so happy with the set of pics.  The progress of the rope bondage against the upright bondage bed was fun to chronicle and outside of some rope on the legs that got a little droopy toward the end I was really happy with the final outcome.  And as I mentioned before I regret not getting a picture of him in full leather--hood, straitjacket, chaps, leather ankle cuffs.  And it might have been really nice to have someone holding a video camera while the paddling of the balls was going on.  It was a sight to behold.

    But, as with all good scenes, it's difficult to express the various levels of physical and emotional intensity that can occur.  Sometimes putting it into words belittles it, as I know I'm struggling to even begin to describe something that words are making more cheap.  This pup made an enormous leap yesterday, really giving himself to me, allowing me to be in total charge of the scene.  When I commented later on the intensity of paddling he'd taken on his balls, he surprised me by telling me he hadn't really been in that particular mood or headspace, and no, it hadn't been the best sensation all the time.  To tell the truth that really threw me for a loop.  Had I misread the signals that badly?  I swore his moans were real.  I specifically heard him say "Please, Sir, More!"  I realize now that his motives were not to achieve something for himself, but to give me the opportunity to use him as I wished, him being totally submissive and willing to serve in my greater pleasure.  This pulled the rug out from under me in a lot of ways.  Those of you who know me, really know me, know that I am one those Tops who wants you to have a good time.  I get off on seeing you wriggle, writhe, and moan because I'm hitting the right buttons at the right time.  Yesterday was different.  I wasn't hitting the right buttons, physically,  but somehow the button of submission in this handsome and beautiful pup was pulsing at a very high level, and that was enough to take us to new levels.

    This pup has given me many gifts over this past 10 months.  He makes me smile every day that we get to chat a bit; he lifts my spirits when he bounds into the loft; he challenges me to be the best I can be whenever we're together.  The gift he gave me yesterday was deeper and richer and shows just what an incredible journey he's taking.  I am honored to be a part of that journey.  I held this pup for a pretty long time yesterday when we were finishing up.  I needed that too.  It's gonna be a while before we get to be together in this fashion. 

    A few days ago he told me he wanted yesterday to be special for me, a sort of "no limits", "do what you want to me" scene. Since I'll be having surgery soon and he has a lot of travel and hard work coming up, he wanted me to head into the surgery having a very special scene that would help me focus on getting better fast.  That's a pup's heart at work.  Thank you.

    Friday, April 15, 2011

    Have I Mentioned How Lucky I Am?

    Okay, so all day Wednesday with Sparky.  Yesterday was D-Day at the surgeon's, but that deserves a post all it's own.  This morning I'm whacking hubby's butt because he's being sarcastic and snarky about taking out the trash.  (I think he does it on purpose.  You know how children think negative attention is better than no attention?)

    And today with ~loki.  Long ago I'd promised him a nice long rope bondage day.  Then he sort of shocked me by offering a sort of "no limits" Friday since it's gonna be a while before we get to play again (again....more on that in the less than sexy blog entry coming up).

    I really thought long and hard about it.  And decided what I still wanted to do was lots and lots of rope.  I'm pretty happy with this set of pics.  EXCEPT I forgot to take a pic after the rope came off and the straitjacket went on.  Fuck fuck fuck.....That boy was head to toe in leather and I was whacking his balls with a wooden paddle like there was no tomorrow.  Sigh.  I'm glad that at least I got to see it!

    This boy is the best.  The absolute best.

    A Full Day With Sparky

    A year ago, back when I had just started this blog I had a chance to play with SparkySea. It was damn fun.  (You can read about that visit in this blog entry.)  It was a short but intense session and I got a glimpse of the intensity that is possible with this hot and hunky man.

    Over the past year we've chatted, stayed in touch, and made our plans for a return visit.  And this week we were finally able to hook up.  And no short session this time around!  I picked Sparky up at 2:30 in the afternoon.  I got him back to his hotel at 11:30 that night.  Okay, okay....we did go eat dinner and take a little time to digest.  And about 9:15 I told him I either had to kick him out or tie him up.  He opted for the 2nd choice as long as he could wear his full football gear.  WOOF.

    Hubby was here for almost all of the play and it was terrific.  "Plays well with others" was a comment I remember from my 2nd grade teacher.  She would have been proud of all three of us.

    We covered a lot of ground that day.  The pics verify that!  And you'd best keep an eye on Sparky's blog (one of the very best in blogdom) for a video or two from that 9 hours together.

    And if you follow his twitter comments you know he's bragging about the 15 pounds we hung off his balls.  Hubby is pouting and demanding a rematch.

     (In the pic above you can see the bucket we hung from Sparky's balls.  Filled it with weights and water to equal 15 pounds.  He claims he could have taken more.)

    Thursday, April 14, 2011

    Tuesday, April 12, 2011

    The Evolution of an Idea

    I've always been fascinated with cages, jail cells, and kennels.  The confinement of a person is enticing and intense in my mind.  Last Saturday night we had a chance to do some serious cage work at the end of the Spartan flogging and for the rest of that evening.  The final products were stunning.  Unfortunately the pics aren't 1/1000th of the real effect this form of bondage had.

    I wish I could take full credit for the concept.  But I'll take credit for implementation and embellishment!  And give credit to the hunks who were with me that night for some great ideas as well!

    I just can't wait until we go back out there so we can take it another step.  I really think that some significant tit torture and electro are quite possible once our victim is completely immobilized!