Role Play + Food Play = ?
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Posted:Aug 7, 2007 7:22 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2007 12:25 pm 18599 Views
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Sometimes seeing one word will set my decadent imagination in motion.
I adore roll play. It can be so tantalizing! I'm lusting after her hot muffin as I spread whipped butter lavishly on her hot crossed buns. I peer over at her tender breasts slathered with a savory cream sauce. For the rest of the evening, I enjoy my role thoroughly while I find myself eager for a taste of her sumptuous moist cake. I can't help but wonder if she'll let me have a nibble. Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Uh oh, the waiter just saw me playing with her croquette!
So what if we get kicked out of the restaurant?
I'm sure we won't go hungry together.
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The Tiger and The Lamb
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Posted:Aug 7, 2007 5:43 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2007 7:53 am 18466 Views
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William Blakes The Tyger typifies the fascination with the dualism of man, a central theme of the Romantics. This sense of extreme contrast is also central to my interest in BDSM.
The Tyger (from Songs Of Experience)
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Surrender - It's the only way!
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Posted:Aug 7, 2007 5:23 am
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2007 12:57 pm 18811 Views
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After toying with you and making you comfortable and relaxed while on your knees blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back, I stand you up and guide you to another part of the room. I place small adjustable vibrating clips on your nipples after I attach latex cuffs to your ankles and affix them to a spreader bar. The scent of leather intoxicates you sending a shiver down down your spine at the thought implements of flagellation are within my reach.
I untie the rope holding your wrists behind your back and attach cuffs to them as well. I order you to bend over as I quickly secure your wrists to the spreader bar too. After your ass is well prepared from the soothing caresses of my gentle tongue, you feel a vibrating butt plug rubbing against it. All you can do is endure its impending threat of entering when my tongue glides over your clit making it swell even more. It’s huge! Now my tongue darts in and out of your incredible wetness as the plug pushes in just barely enough to open your ass slightly. The sensations are the most delectable combination of pain and pleasure, sensations that are bound to intensify and unite as our evening unfolds.
I ask, “Would you like me to take the nipple clips off now?” You reply, “Yes, please take them off.” I gently remove them and you feel a sense of relief as the sensation returns to your tender nipples. Tiny tingles of sensation whirl through your being as I touch your nipples lovingly.
All of a sudden, you’re shocked and dismayed when I callously attach a bigger set of cold metal clover clamps to your nipples which grip you tight. You become horrified as I add a couple weights to the chain that holds the formidable clamps together. You think to yourself, “How could he be so cruel?”
You come to realize it was a diabolical trick! You reason it’s best not to ask for special favors in the future. The vibrating clips were delicate compared to your new predicament. You have learned a valuable lesson this evening. Nothing you can say or do will have any effect on my proceeding to torment you with unending teasing, sucking, licking, torturing, playing, toying with your mind and body as I take you deeper into submission, to a world of complete and overwhelming bliss!
It’s not about causing you pain at all; it’s about heightening your senses to experience the deepest pleasures and help you escape the distractions that day to day life brings in an effort to allow you complete release of your innermost feelings. As I feel your ass beginning to relax, I push the plug in deeper now and encourage you with my hand replacing my tongue on your clit rubbing you so fast, it seems almost like a machine has taken you by storm. I rub you hard and fast for a while then stop and push the plug in deeper.
You feel me turn the vibrator on and then feel another vibrator pressing firmly between your legs. I push a bit more and the plug sinks inside you reaching its final destination. You feel my tongue licking around the vibrator on your pussy making you wetter than ever before in your life and completely possessed by me. All of a sudden, you experience the surprising sensation of the butt plug being pumped up filling your ass inside as I continue tugging on the chain pulling the clamps attached to your nipples. You realize the inflated plug won’t come out until I release the valve keeping it expanded inside you. Of course, it could just as easily be a balloon catheter for administering an enema but we’ll get to that later.
You look so helpless, so horny and so beautiful while bound and blindfolded at my mercy. Never have I seen anyone or anything more beautiful as I feel your heat and observe you breathing faster now. I can see your skin glowing and glistening from the heat of your passion. I can take no more! I pump the plug a couple more times, turn up the vibration intensity and stand admiring your incredible openness and sexiness.
I ask you now, “Would my sweet like me to remove the clamps now?” You quickly reply, “No thank you; please leave them on me.” I respond, “As you wish my dear.” You feel devastated and humiliated that your attempt at reverse psychology has failed. It was another trick! You think to yourself, “How can I win?”
Ah, you come to the realization that the answer is total surrender! There can be no winning any other way. When you offer me complete surrender from your heart, I will know and you will have won the deepest love and admiration you’ll ever come to know. Seeing you there observing your reactions and contemplating your deep thoughts in this predicament excites me to no end! I stroke you tenderly for a few moments and bring my fingers under your nose momentarily awakening your sense of smell. Now, I must have you! Ah, but I have unimaginable will power and something else in mind first . . .
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The Lady or The Tiger
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Posted:Aug 7, 2007 3:20 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2007 1:52 pm 18684 Views
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Sometimes, I like to work out logic puzzles.
This one came from a book by Raymond Smullyan called The Lady or the Tiger. The idea came from the novel by Frank Stockton.
The king is a fan of logic and decides to give his prisoner an opportunity to determine his fate. The prisoner must make a choice between two doors. Behind one is a beautiful lady and behind the other is a hungry tiger. Each door has a sign and the prisoner knows that only one sign is true.
The sign on door 1 reads
IN THIS ROOM THERE IS A LADY AND IN THE OTHER ROOM THERE IS A TIGER
The sign on door 2 reads
IN ONE OF THESE ROOMS THERE IS A LADY AND IN ONE OF THESE ROOMS THERE IS A TIGER
Which door would you choose?
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The Mind Merely Refines
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Posted:Aug 7, 2007 1:29 am
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2007 6:30 pm 17361 Views
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I sense your fear,
I hear your cries,
I feel your heat,
Its in your eyes.
I know your pain,
I know your sorrow,
I know your depth,
Today, tomorrow.
I reassure you, with whispers and touch.
Life and art, best born from heart.
The mind merely refines.
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When someone else says it best, let them say it.
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Posted:Aug 6, 2007 11:30 pm
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2007 5:09 am 17508 Views
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somewhere i have never traveled by e. e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
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Yet Another Headless Male!
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Posted:Aug 6, 2007 8:58 am
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2007 12:31 am 18541 Views
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Imagine the following scenario: a male mantid, attracted by the smell of a female hidden in a lilac bush, creeps up behind her and when close enough leaps onto her, secures a perfect grip on her body, and copulates. No courtship, no permission asked or granted. He has behaved “appropriately” for a male mantid.
If a male doesn’t behave appropriately, he may incite trouble. Positioning is everything. A male that approaches a female from the front may meet immediate death by decapitation. If he sneaks up behind her but is just a little off on his grip, the female might bite off his head and dine on her brainless suitor as he continues to pass sperm into her body. Sometimes the impetuous female partially eats the male before he even mounts her. In this case, the headless wonder swings his legs around until his body touches hers, climbs onto her back, and copulates as though nothing were amiss.
Headless sex? How can it be? Copulatory movements in mantids are controlled by masses of nerve tissue in the abdomen rather than the brain. Males of some mantid species mate more effectively when decapitated. Why? A nerve center in the male’s head inhibits mating until a female is clasped. If this nerve is removed, such as when the female bites off the male’s head, all control is lost and the result is repeated copulation.
Sometimes the female devours her mate under circumstances outside the male’s control. If the pair is disturbed and the temperamental female becomes frightened, her immediate reaction is to whip around, snatch the male’s head in her greedy mandibles, and gnaw it off. In some species, a female’s propensity to consume her mate is unrelated to the male’s behavior or outside disturbance. It’s simply part of the mating ritual.
from Marty Crump's
Headless Males Make Great Lovers and Other Unusual Natural Histories
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If Johnny could only be a little faster than the girls
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Posted:Aug 6, 2007 6:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2007 4:35 am 18141 Views
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With school season starting up soon, I thought this would be appropriate.
It’s Friday during the first week of school and the students are having difficulty concentrating so the teacher decides to play a game. She tells the students she’s going to state a famous quote and if someone knows who said it, they may raise their hand. If they’re correct, they can go home.
Little Johnny is a smart boy who’s excited about the prospect of leaving early. The teacher says, “It’s not what your country can do for you . . .”
Johnny knows the answer, however, Mary raises her hand first and says it was JFK. The teacher says, “That’s correct; you may go”.
The teacher states, “We’ve not yet begun to fight!” Johnny knows the answer but Amy raises her hand before him and says, “that was John Paul Jones” and the teacher excuses Amy.
Johnny is growing more frustrated as the teacher says “Give me liberty or give me death” and Jennifer beats Johnny saying, “Patrick Henry” so the teacher releases Jennifer.
Johnny is so annoyed he suddenly blurts out, “I wish these bitches would all be quiet” while the teacher is writing on the board.
The furious teacher turns around and asks, “Who said that”?
Johnny raises his hand and replies, “Ex-president Bill Clinton said that; can I go home now?!
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The Philospher Dogs
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Posted:Aug 6, 2007 4:29 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2007 12:08 am 8234 Views
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My favorite quote from Plato is, "The is a true philosopher."
Not everything Plato said delights me; he had alarming ideas for censorship.
Here is the argument supporting his conclusion in his well known conversational style. I love it! Woof!
Why, a dog, whenever he sees a stranger, is angry; when an acquaintance, he welcomes him, although the one has never done him any harm, nor the other any good. Did this never strike you as curious?
The matter never struck me before; but I quite recognize the truth of your remark.
And surely this instinct of the is very charming; your is a true philosopher.
Why?
Why, because he distinguishes the face of a friend and of an enemy only by the criterion of knowing and not knowing. And must not an animal be a lover of learning who determines what he likes and dislikes by the test of knowledge and ignorance?
Most assuredly.
And is not the love of learning the love of wisdom, which is philosophy?
They are the same, he replied.
And may we not say confidently of man also, that he who is likely to be gentle to his friends and acquaintances, must by nature be a lover of wisdom and knowledge?
That we may safely affirm.
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Complex Simplicity
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Posted:Aug 6, 2007 3:52 am
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2007 4:10 am 7719 Views
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My college professor once told me I was a complex person. I always wondered what caused him to say that.
When it comes to a relationship, I know what I want. Its very simple, at least in theory.
All I want is someone who wants me as much as I want her.
Is that so complicated?
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