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Sunday, August 23rd, 2015

Pinkie and Blackie: Tales of a Phone Sex Submissive

I’ve taken the best of my Bound Posts and put them into an ebook, Pinkie and Blackie: Tales of a Phone Sex Submissive, which is now only available at Amazon!

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Friday, April 3rd, 2015

Forced Orgasms

With a little help from Pinkie, of course. He dictates, while she sits nude, upon her freshly spanked bottom with clamps on her nipples, typing…

Q: Blackie, why would you or any Master bother giving a slave orgasms, let alone forced multiple orgasms?

A: I suppose to some, orgasms are pure pleasure. They are the things you as a male must give a woman in order to get yours. Or at least orgasms are only reserved for good girls. But that sort of thinking is very limited.

Knowing how to manipulate and give — or, as I prefer to think of it — to take orgasms from a woman is a sign of your power over her. Like denying orgasms, forcing her to find pleasure when she refuses, forcing her to have so many that she’s exhausted and hurting, panting and drooling, barely able to speak or move, yet continues to come at your hand and command, that’s the power of God. Being her God. Her Lord & Master.

Women are capable of so much — multiple orgasms, of squirting, of being used over & over again — and yet most of them don’t even know what they can do! And if they do, they are embarrassed by it. (Added incentive, right?)

It takes time to know the particular individual body you are owning. But there’s great satisfaction in knowing that you are both her chastity belt and her pleasure — a pleasure that’s both physical and emotional, for she knows the humiliation that not only is resistance futile, but that her Master revels in his mastery and control of her.

It’s like anything else about dominating women, you have to teach them what they can do, what they should do, to stop thinking about limits — to forget about thinking all together. It’s not even about living in the moment, it’s about multiple, extended moments — incredibly long moments and perhaps different dimensions of existence. You can take an orgasm from her, take many of them from her in minutes — squirt too. Several times. And still keep her so sensitive that she washes in and out of orgasm, in and out of being… There are too many to count, and no point to it anyway. She’s lost to reason, but unable to be lost to sensing and feeling. As Master, you control that state, you can exploit that state. You can have her as you wish — wet, sloppy and waiting, or hard, tight and rocking — begging for it to stop, but unable to stop it, stop you or anyone else with access. You can have her screaming in pain, wounded, and still squirting, writhing on your dick, her cunt convulsing, betraying her…

There is real punishment for her and pleasure for you in taking orgasms from a woman — ask Marc, who loves taking them from the uppity bitch who otherwise wouldn’t give him the time of day!

After you sign in with your Member Master password, Blackie shares his knowledge of Pinkie, gives his tips on how to take or force Pinkie’s orgasms here.

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Thursday, November 20th, 2014

Honey, I’m Home!

You can almost hear her in this photo — so imagine the audio in the video!

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Monday, October 27th, 2014

When Consent Is Meaningless

As Gracie noted, Jian Ghomeshi’s firing exposes what a lot of us involved in BDSM fear constantly: that our private lives are no longer private things, but things our corporate overlords & others control. Apparently, the 50 Shades phenom only goes so far… Which is why we protect images & info about Pinkie, and don’t allow her to appear in vanilla versions of amateur porn, at all costs. Kudos to those who make porn, but not not our Pinkie.

From Ghomeshi’s Facebook post:

I have been open with the CBC about this since these categorically untrue allegations ramped up. I have never believed it was anyone’s business what I do in my private affairs but I wanted my bosses to be aware that this attempt to smear me was out there. CBC has been part of the team of friends and lawyers assembled to deal with this for months. On Thursday I voluntarily showed evidence that everything I have done has been consensual. I did this in good faith and because I know, as I have always known, that I have nothing to hide. This when the CBC decided to fire me.

CBC execs confirmed that the information provided showed that there was consent. In fact, they later said to me and my team that there is no question in their minds that there has always been consent. They said they

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Friday, October 11th, 2013

I Love To Watch Pinkie Clean The House

Ah, maid service. I love make Pinkie use her big tits to scrub the floor. Sometimes I’ll bind her arms behind her back too. That way, if I feel like fucking her, her ass is already up in the air & she can’t even hold onto anything.

PS Sometimes we do this after rubbing her tits with sandpaper and using strong biting rubbing alcohol. Hey, the floor has to get sanitized somehow!

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Wednesday, October 9th, 2013

Dressing In Black

Wearing my black push-up bra, I stood with my back to Him, holding my long dark hair out of the way and grunting as He mercilessly tightened the back of the wide black waist cincher He’d instructed me to put on.

When satisfied the cincher was tight enough, He gestured for me to sit on the bed. It was time for the stockings.

I rolled one of the sheer black stockings down, then slid it on over the pointed toes of my left foot. I gently unrolled the stocking until it reached the upper half of my thigh. Then I repeated the same for my right leg. I stood up, and expertly attached the garters.

“Wear that tight black dress; the short one,” He commanded.

I pulled it on over my head & stood before Him.

“That’s not the right bra,” He said.

“It’s the black push-up bra I always wear with this dress,” I said, defensively.

“Where’s the other one?”

“I can’t wear that one with this dress!” I sputtered. “Not in public! My breasts barely stay in the bra!”

“That’s the point.”

“But, Blackie, no — I mean my areaolas can be seen if I’m not paranoid about checking them every five seconds!”

“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll keep an eye on those for you.”

I swallowed hard.

“Put. It. On.” He growled.

I scampered to my lingerie drawer, pulled out the other black bra. I slid the tight black dress off, removed the other bra, and put on the bra He wanted. I pulled the dress back on again and turned to face him. “See?” I said. “It’s ridiculous!”

“I see,” He said as he calmly strode towards me.

But that calm was all about His control; not my peril. Once he reached me, He slapped my face. Hard. “What is ridiculous is you challenging me. This,” He said, gesturing towards my chest, “is exactly what I want.”

He paused while I rubbed my sore cheek, then spoke. “I trust that’s the last reminder you need. Otherwise, your makeup won’t cover My rage.”

I nodded eagerly.

“I’m sorry,” I said. Then screwed up the courage to say, “But I though we were going to dinner — just the two of us…”

“We are,” He said. “But I want you to look ravishing. Now paint your face. All dark around the eyes — those line you make, like a cat. Your hair will be sleek, pulled back, with your ponytail up high.”

Now it was His turn to sit on the bed as I skedaddled off to the vanity and created what He wanted.

After inspecting my makeup and hair, He swung me around by the ponytail and shoved me forward. “Those shoes,” He said pointing to the black heels I could barely walk in without causing my skirt to inch above the tops of my stockings. I should have known. I slipped each foot into their high patent perches and stood, holding my breath.

He gestured for me to come to Him.

As I slowly waked towards Him, I could feel the roll of my hips pushing the tight fabric of the skirt up. My hands fluttered to my sides to tug the skirt back in place — but I stopped when I saw the look on His face. My hands fluttered back down to my sides as I finished the last two steps to stand before Him.

He looked me up & down, His eyes lingering at the near white of my exposed skin — the large swells of my breasts perched above and nearly over scooped the neckline of the dress; the bright expanse of flesh between the black of my skirt’s hem and the less dark, but more shiny, black welt of my stockings… “Turn,” He said. And I did.

I shivered when He ran his finger along the exposed flesh of the back of my thigh. It wasn’t just His touch that made me shiver; it was the knowledge that, given where He stroked, I had about an inch and a half before my bare bottom would be exposed. “Blackie…” I began. He replied, “No, this is just fine.” I recognized that tone, so I said nothing.

“Ah, jewelry…” He said. “The big silver hoops, I think. And that’s all.”

I walked towards the vanity to retrieve the earrings, anxiously paying attention to how the dress moved. It had seemed to have settled itself and no more flesh was becoming exposed. For now. As I tilted my head to the side to insert the first earring, I watched Blackie adjust his pink tie in the mirror. I put in the other earring and walked over to join him.

“This is just us tonight, right?” I asked him again. That was my way of verifying that tonight was about us — no one would join us, we weren’t going to some BDSM club or something.

He smiled and grabbed my hand. “Yes, just you and I going to dinner, love.”

[To Be Continued]

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Thursday, May 16th, 2013

The Sweet Agony Of Anticipation

I wrote a little something, based on an image, here. I hope you like it!

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Sunday, November 4th, 2012

Sit still. Be my plaything.

Be the plaything of my friends. Then live the shame again, buy telling strange men all about it — while I collect the money.

Image via S & M = Smoke & Mirrors.

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Tuesday, January 10th, 2012

A Modern Day Chastity Device

For dirty little girls who can’t control themselves. Keep the toys under lock & key, apply them when you want. Via.

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Thursday, December 1st, 2011

Top 5 BDSM Stocking Stuffers (And Save 15%!)

‘Tis the season to get what you want!

Here are a few things to stuff in her stocking this holiday that won’t cost you much, but have big payoffs!

For playful fetish fun, Fetish-Play Dice Game. Beginners and 24/7 lifestyle folks alike will enjoy the roll of the dice approach.

Black latex — crotchless — panties and mini skirts are always fun! (Don’t forget the Rubba Glow for extra holiday sparkle!)

Closet Cuffs are practical and effective. Plus, they are super portable and easy to travel with, turning any hotel or other room into a BDSM playroom!

The pink and black X & O’s paddle lets you leave loving marks — plus, it’s cute to leave on display. *wink*

I don’t think there’s a man alive who hasn’t fantasized at least once about muzzling his maid! The Fetish Fantasy O-Ring Gag with Nipple Clamps let’s you control her volume while adding the sting of nipple clamps. (OK, so there might be some whining — but it’s the kind of whimpers you love!)

We’ve got an exclusive discount code at Sexclectic:

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  • Pinkie and Blackie…
    The colors of our love... Not just our shopping, but the colors that I as a pain slut prefer to wear...


    I am not called Pinkie because my coloring is naturally pink -- but I am naturally a pain slut, and love to be made pink from spankings & other physical abuse. Blackie likes to push those limits, give punishments which leave marks, welts, and, sometimes, cuts... Blackie also thrills to make me flush pink with shame, humiliation and arousal.


    He was called Blackie long before I met him.

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