Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Knowing the Ropes part 1 - Bondage Safety

I would like to talk a little bit about the most common form of bdsm play, bondage. This is the one that all the newbie kinksters want to jump right into, with no knowledge of safety procedures and precautions. It's not just wrapping someone in rope, people! For that reason I would like to discuss a little bit about bondage safety for those who are curious about engaging in this fun and erotic activity.

Basic Safety (or "Common Sense is Not So Common")

First and foremost - KNOW YOUR PARTNER! We tell our children, "Never talk to strangers." We kinky adults should follow the simple rule "Never play with strangers." Please do not just pick up someone online who wants to tie you, you don't know who this person is. Do you really want to be completely helpless and at the mercy of a TOTAL STRANGER?! You're liable to end up killed. KNOW YOUR PARTNER! Discuss safe words, safe calls, and limits LONG BEFORE you engage in playtime. If it is someone you only know online or have only known in real life for a short period of time, MAKE THAT SAFE CALL! (A safe call is a phone call to a trusted friend or relative telling them where you are, what you are planning on doing, and when you are expected to leave. If you are suddenly not heard from again, they know where to look.)

Subs, if you have any MEDICAL CONDITIONS, discuss them with your Dominant partner. Dom/mes, make sure to ask your submissive play partners if they have any medical conditions. This can be asthma, heart problems, high or low blood sugar, bone or joint injuries, circulation problems, anxiety, panic disorder, anything can can be adversely affected by this kind of play. It is a wise idea to have a MEDICAL RELEASE signed saying "In the event of an emergency, (insert name) has permission to obtain medical care for me" with a copy of your ID in a sealed envelope and available to your Dominant at all times. Dom/mes, you should know where this information is located at all times.

Please remember - PLAY SOBER, PLAY SAFE. Never, EVER engage in BDSM play while you or your partner are under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Not one beer, not one toke. Not one. Your judgment is impaired, your sensory and pain receptors are impaired. Don't do it. Just don't.

They're tied, they're bound, they're helpless. Now is time to PAY ATTENTION! Check the extremities frequently for signs of  loss of circulation. Check the color. Purple is bad. Feel them with your own hands. They should not be cold to the touch. If you can't slip a single finger between the ropes and their skin, the ropes are too tight.

STAY WITH THEM! Never leave a bound person alone. For role-playing, the bound and abandoned victim bit, sure, that's fun. You can leave the room, but keep an ear on them. Use a baby monitor. NEVER EVER leave the house. What if there is a fire? What if there is a break-in? What if they start freaking out and asphyxiating? This is not to be taken lightly.

Communication is key. If your bound sub says the ropes are too tight, their hands are numb, they have shooting pains, they are freaking out... LISTEN TO THEM. Cut them loose IMMEDIATELY.

And where are your safety shears? They need to be at ARM'S LENGTH at ALL TIMES!!! Not across the room, not upstairs, not in the toybag. ARM'S REACH. Or even better, tucked in your boot, or holstered in your toolbelt if you wear one. I STRONGLY recommend EMT safety shears, they are blunt on one side to slide under the ropes without piercing the skin, and they are sharp enough to cut through sailing rope.

ALWAYS BE SAFE, SANE AND CONSENSUAL!!! It's a matter of life or death.

Know your knots before playing. This is not the time for trial and error. Some knots slip or pinch and can cause problems! Stay tuned for my bondage knot tutorials.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sissies and Massages and Fuck Pigs, Oh My!!!

I can hardly begin to describe the insanity that went down in my house this afternoon. I am kicking myself severely for not taking pics. I managed to snap two (bad) pics with my cellphone, which I will include.

Sissy arrived early, which is unlike her. She is usually on time to the minute. I put her to work scrubbing down the walls in her ruffled uniform and 5 inch heels while Bacon worked in the kitchen. I took my time getting ready, having fun doing my makeup and playing with my hair, and when I was finished I just sat and looked pretty while the slaves finished their chores.

I brought the boys downstairs and made them strip. Sissy down to her sequined red panties and stockings, and Bacon down to the flesh. I bent them over side by side, four perfect asscheeks to spank, all in a row. What fun! I paddled them both soundly, until their asses were a nice cherry red. When I felt their poor tushies had had enough, I moved on to more interesting things.

I ordered them to stand back to back, with their heels touching, and wrapped their ankles in several layers of cellophane. Teetery things, they were. I wrapped them together from the shoulders to the hips, to their cocks were free for me to play with and their hands were tightly wrapped flat at their sides.

 "Now, dance." I told them and delighted in their silly hopping and wiggling. When I got bored, I sat on the low stool in front of Sissy and engaged in a little cock and ball torture, wrapping her cock in rope and swatting at her balls, making her jump.

"Don't fall down, if you fall down you are in trouble. Now turn around."

They pivoted and moved their feet until Bacon was now facing me for his turn, but he got a different kind of torture. He's such a big baby about chastity and constantly whining about how bad he wants to cum, I thought I might have fun edging him. I pressed up against him, breathing in his ear and stroking his cock. It wasn't long before he started to whine. When I felt his cock begin to throb, I let go and smiled evilly. "I bet you want to cum REALLY bad," I whispered, and walked away.

Rummaging around in Sissy's toybag I found a smaller roll of wrap, about 5 inches wide, and sat back down on the low stool, with Sissy's cock and balls at eye level, all bound with ropes and swollen. Holding the balls against the cock, I wrapped it very tightly with layer upon layer of cellophane, and followed suit with Bacon. Then I garnished each one with a pretty bow, just for fun.

"Chastity cage doesn't seem so painful anymore, does it?" I asked them, and gave their "packages" a firm smack.
"No, Mistress," the Sissy replied.
I looked at Bacon. "What about you? Not so bad, eh?" and smacked his package again.
"No, Ma'am."
"Good," I smiled and whacked their chests and legs with my bamboo rod, then a wooden paddle. They are both very sensitive to nipple impact, so it was nice for me to be able to strike a little harder than normal. The cellophane offered some protection. I slapped their pretty packages every so often to keep their attention, and eventually got bored and cut them loose.

I ordered Bacon to the corner to kneel on the concrete and stroke his cock, but not to cum.
Sissy I had other plans for. I ordered her face-down to the floor for a good spanking. I spanked her over and over with the kayak oar, and when I struck hard, she would tend to jump or try to roll over. I bound her ankles quickly but tightly with my quick ties, sat on her legs, and spanked her even harder. I explained to her that she must learn to accept what is given to her. If it was too much, she could call her safeword, but otherwise, she MUST accept her spankings with grace and dignity. I spanked and spanked until her ass was a shade of red that satisfied me, and then I crawled down next to her and held her close. Sending Bacon to fetch lotions for my massage, I had some quiet cool-down time with my pretty sissy maid, drying her tears, kissing her, telling her she is a good girl, and that she was very brave.

When Bacon returned and Sissy had pulled herself together, it was time for my massage and worship. I stripped down to my panties while Bacon fetched the long table. I laid face down and enjoyed their strong hands rubbing me down with fresh, summery-smelling lotion. Their four hands traveled over my body firmly but gently, relaxing and arousing me at the same time. They rubbed every part of me, every inch, and I rolled over so they could continue their magic. When I was nice and relaxed, I sat up and they immediately positioned themselves at my feet like good slaves, and we took a little time to talk and hang out.

Noting the time, I sent Sissy upstairs to clean her chastity device thoroughly for a few more weeks of lockup, and to change out of her sissy clothes and back into her guy clothes. During that time, I ordered Bacon into spanking position, and took out a little aggression on his ass with my trusty bamboo cane. I told him to keep a better eye on my drinks in the future, to not let my glass get empty, to take better care with cleaning behind the toilet. His poor cock was now purple and raging, and I told him what a horny little pig he is.
"Now off! Go fetch your pig uniform and do it fast!" He scurried away and came back a moment later with his pig snout, ears and tail. He put on the nose and ears, and offered his ass to me to insert the tail. What a good boy. He looks so fucking cute in his pig outfit. I inserted the tail into his ass, and he moaned like a horny little fuckboy.I rammed it in and out a few times, getting him good and worked up.
"Are you a little fuckpig?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Yes, my dirty little fuckpig, aren't you?"
"Now look for truffles, piggy!"
He took off on his hands and knees, snout to the floor, snorting and snuffling like a little pig should. I smacked him with the bamboo cane, telling him he is a naughty pig, he snorted and snuffled and WHEEEEE'ed when I struck him. He came to my feet where he planted kisses upon them, all the while continuing to snort like a piggy. He kissed up my legs and thighs and I grabbed his hair, driving his pig snout into my panties, holding it there, and throwing him back to the floor.
Off he went again, nose to the floor, snorting and rooting and waggling his piggy tail. The cane stripes on his ass raised into red welts. He looked fantastic. His ass in the air, his snout to the floor, his swollen purple cock hanging between his legs.
"Enough now!"
I ordered him to kneel and edge his cock yet again, and Sissy returned to the dungeon for me to lock her device. Our session time was up. I looked at Bacon.
He stood.
"Clean up this mess"
I took Sissy upstairs to see her out, and Bacon emerged shortly thereafter.
I rubbed up against him.
"You were a good pig today."
He beamed. "Thank you, Ma'am."
I grabbed his cock. "I bet you would like to cum, wouldn't you? It's been WEEKS, hasn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
I patted his cheek and smiled. "Not today, my piggy. Not today." And I locked him back up.
I love them both so very much.
What a wonderful day.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Slow Down!

I see it all the time.
I meet someone and tell them about kink.
Or they read my blog.
Or they see a kinky movie or piece of porn.
Or they see my slave and think "I want one."
Or maybe they have cultivated an interest in the lifestyle some other way.... 
And then they jump in head first claiming to be a Master or a Mistress and deciding to experiment with their new found kink on whatever oblivious soul will let them.
That's great. That's great that you are intrigued. Great that you are excited. 
This shit is only safe if you KNOW what you are doing!!!
 You CANNOT just decide you are gonna play with bondage if you don't know any knots. It's not just wrapping someone in rope! It's really not. Some knots slip and become too tight, cutting off circulation and are really hard to get untied.
You can't just up and start choking people without knowledge of breath play.
You can't just start beating on someone if you haven't discussed it first. Safewords. Negotiations.
Don't even THINK of swinging a single tail whip on someone without prior instruction. 
Fire play, knife play, needle play....any kind of edge play should ONLY be attempted by someone EXPERIENCED in bdsm, who was INSTRUCTED by someone experienced in that particular activity.
I know. It's exciting. You wanna try everything. You wanna play with everyone. I remember feeling that way.
Study. Read. Do your homework. MEET LOCAL KINKSTERS! Attend demos. Learn the shit you need to learn to keep it safe. Where are your safety shears? Where is your fire extinguisher? Where is your medical release? Yeah, it's like that. This isn't something you just.... do. It's something you HAVE to LEARN.
Don't ever be afraid to admit you are new to the scene. NEVER lie about your experience level. EVER. You will not be judged for being new, but you will be judged for being a liar. Your fetish community is more than happy to guide you, help you, and teach you in any way possible. There is also plenty to learn online, including safety measures, tutorials, online and webcam demos.
We live by the mantra of Safe, Sane, and Consensual.
Let's keep it that way.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


Fire Streaking on my beautiful friend Jo's back
Fire Streaking with Cupping. Thanks, Jo

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Fire Cupping

I've been trying my hand at fire cupping lately, and it is extremely enjoyable to both Myself and the person on the receiving end. Last night, I had two of My lady friends in the dungeon, and we did some cupping for a few hours. One of them became so relaxed, she almost fell asleep on My table.

Fire cupping is traditionally an ancient chinese medicinal practice using fire to remove the oxygen from a glass cup. The cup is then placed on the skin and a suction causes the skin to draw up into the cup. The cups are moved around on the (well-oiled or lotioned) body, detoxifying the skin and massaging the tissue.

The bdsm community has adapted fire cupping as a kinky activity by making a small flame on the skin itself (usually on a penny, tile or other tiny receptacle) and placing the cup over that, causing extreme suction, mild pain and slight bruising.

The subjects I worked on last night had a medium-average pain tolerance, I kept the suction at massage-level or just a little more so as to not hurt My ladies. We tried both methods, and I did not find that the new "kinky" way caused any more suction than the traditional way, but both methods were enjoyed greatly and we had a really good time.

I am currently using votive cups which work really well, but I have some of the traditional globe-shaped cups on order. I can't wait for them to arrive!

We took 97 pictures. Here are a few.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Ring For Service

I have a little brass bell that I sometimes ring for the houseslave to come to attention when his services are needed. It's old, small, with no handle, and easily misplaced or overlooked when I need it, so I have to yell for him. I hate yelling. It's ugly. 

Last week a wonderful sub of Mine so generously gifted Me some bucks, and in my leisurely browsing, I stumbled upon something wonderful. 
I ordered it.
It arrived today.
*applause, oooohhh, ahhhhh*

A victorian-style solid brass service bell!
Ding! Ding!
I ... LOVE... this bell! Beautiful, heavy solid brass with a loud and clear ring that makes the houseslave come running! How lovely it will look at teatime amongst all the silver pots and china cups. How delightful when entertaining! How wonderfully convenient any time at all. 
Ding! Ding! "My feet, boy. Rub them!"
Ding, ding, ding! "More tea, slave!"
Ding! Ding, ding, ding! "Run My bubble bath now."

I think I am gonna get a lot of use out of this! *smile*

Monday, April 4, 2011

Note To Self

Note to Self: When a sissy is chained to Your stove by the balls, never EVER trip over the chain!

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Sissy Balls

I get sissy balls tomorrow.
Big hot round delicious sissy balls.
You may think you want some. You may think you want no part of it.
If only you knew.

As a gift last week, my wonderful sissy maid brought me three gigantic homemade meatballs in sauce. Now, let me explain, my grandmother was real Italian FROM Italy. Because of that, I am very picky about, and even critical of, Italian food. No one made anything remotely as good as her. These meatballs, I swear, I was speechless. The only words that could escape my lips were "Holy shit."
I immediately got my sissy on the instant messenger and demanded more meatballs. Alas, more meatballs could not be brought. I got the last three.
Tomorrow, sissy will dress in her ruffled black maid's uniform, stockings and 5" heels. She will be chained to the stove in my kitchen making meatballs.... er.... sissyballs, all morning long. I will be stocked on sissy balls for a good long while.
Tomorrow needs to hurry up.

Update: Sissyball day is finally here!! YES!!! Ohhh yesssss!!!