Yawn

My life has been a bit on the stale side. I haven't updated much here simply because there hasn't been much to update on. I had the photo shoot that I recently posted on. Honestly that has been the only exciting thing to happen to me in a while. I'm working. A lot. When I'm not working, I'm trying to recuperate from work, which consists of sleeping or vegging in the couch. Really not exciting. I need to find a way to make some "me" time. Time to start exercising again, and time doing the lifestyle activities that I enjoy. I haven't even attended any munches in several months. I miss my lifestyle friends.

There are a few things coming in the near future though. Another Nyotaimori event is coming up soon and I agreed to be a nude sushi model again. That will be fun. And camp is coming up in a few months and my husband surprised me by readily agreeing to go with me again. Only this time, it will just be the two of us. But that's okay with me. I'm looking forward to more exploration with my husband. Anyway, until then, I may be a bit quiet, but I assure you, I'm still here and you will be updating as I have time. 

Kinky Laser Tag

One of the groups I belong to is holding what I believe will be an awesome event. It's going to be laser tag and a play party all rolled into one. The laser tag groups will be devided into two groups: subs versus Doms. Clothing optional. The bets are already starting. Sadly I have to work that night, so I won't be able to partake in the activities. 

I was however, able to take part in the photo shoot as one of the models for the advertisement of this event. This was my first time modeling and I was nervous as hell. My husband accompanied me so he could observe. He was a great support for me. I shed all of my clothes and donned the laser tag vest with the gun, and put on my high heels. With some encouragement and coaxing from the photographer I posed in various positions. I stuck my ass out when I was told to. I got on my knees with bound feet while I was held at "gunpoint" by another sub. I had my hair pulled. I had my hair pulled while my face was pushed into a Domme's crotch. The photos turned out beyond sexy and awesome! And we all had a great time at the photo shoot. Too bad I can't go to the event.

BDSM's Dirty Secret - The Real Risk of Kinky Sex

This is an excellent article!

Check it out here!

Threeway

Yes, I find this appealing. This video is funny, but the concept appealing.

Bad Influence

I was the bad influence. I was only a teenager. Due to life circumstances, I was forced to grow up at a young age. By the time I was old enough to drive, I was working full time to support myself. I lived with my older boyfriend. I was deemed the "bad influence" by an aunt and uncle, who didn't want me to influence their daughter, simply because I was living with an older boyfriend, out of wedlock. (My parents had granted my boyfriend legal guardianship) I was a good student, I was a good person, I was kind to others, I had morals. I digress....

Unbeknownst to them, their daughter was sneaking out at night and having unprotected sex with boys. She talked to me. I tried my best to steer her in the right direction. It was to no avail. I kept my mouth shut, because I knew that telling her parents would not do any good. They were so strict and allowed her no freedom as it was, and this was her way of rebelling.

Today, many many years later. I am now the "good one", and she "the trouble child". She continues to sleep around (without her husband's consent), she smokes, she does drugs (she's addicted to cocaine), and she neglects her daughter in her usual drunken and drugged stupor.

Oh, and did I mention that the aunt and uncle are both alcoholics, recovering crack addicts, aldulterists, and the uncle had a history of physically abusing the wife and kids?

And I was the bad influence???

Vishous

My favorite character from the Black Dagger Brotherhood series.
I highly recommend these books to those who love BDSM, romance, action, and vampires.





                                                           *drools a little*

Rape Fantasy

Like many women, whether or not they admit it, I have rape fantasies. Due to his impotency problems, my former Sir was unable to indulge me in this. I had the offer and opportunity at the last camp event I attended, but was unable to indulge due to my husband's lack of comfort with trusting strangers (strangers to him, not me) with my safety. I completely understand where he is coming from and would probably feel the same way if the situation were reversed.

At camp, there was a "professional" crew who specialized in kidnapping. The kidnappee dictated the scenario, including limits and what they hoped to gain from the experience. The scene could be strictly scripted, or impromptu, left to the kidnappers discretion. All depending on what the kidnappee wanted. Many people were also present to observe and assist as needed. I stress, ALL limits are respected and safe words are in play at all times. Keep in mind, this is something that is consented by the "victim" in advance. There are official sign ups for the kidnappings that occur at camp.

I observed a few of these kidnappings, mostly with envy. These scenes were emotionally intense. There were always at least 4 kidnappers actively involved, one or two that didn't participate, they just helped make sure things ran smoothly. All of the "victims" were blindfolded, and mind fucks were common.

One thing I realized after observing, was that I could have my "rape" experience without actually having intercourse with another man. I could easily be led to believe otherwise if a realistic dildo were used, or dildos of varying sizes if a gang-bang type of rape were being simulated. It's something I'm thinking about for next year, provided my husband would be ok with it. It's an experience I long for. I know he can't comprehend it, but I hope that he will allow me to have the experience.

Sex Aerobics



This has crossed my mind as I think of fun activities
 I can do to help lose those few extra pounds.



Spankings

My husband spanked me for the first time ever last night. I mean, really spanked me. Enough to make my bottom warm and pink. I LOVED it. He admitted he enjoyed himself as well. I'm hoping it leads to some more regular activities, and dare I hope for a progression to further activities such as floggings or belt whippings?

I had asked him a few weeks ago to spank me. He didnt at that time. He was insecure and unsure of himself. He worried he wouldn't "do it right". He has yet to use the flogger I bought for him at camp. He also fears using it. He is afraid he won't "do it right" or that he will hurt me. I reassure as much as is appropriate. I think our latest activity boosted his ego a bit. I'm glad.

Sometimes this is what I feel like dating in the BDSM world is like.
With so many fetishes and differing wants, needs, and desires,
 It's a wonder any of us manage to find a partner who meet our personal requirements.