For dirty little girls who can’t control themselves. Keep the toys under lock & key, apply them when you want. Via.
Tag: BDSM relationships
Tuesday, January 10th, 2012
A Modern Day Chastity Device
Tags: BDSM relationships, lessons for bitches, no touching, orgasm denial, power play, tools and toys
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: Use code PINKIEHOLIDAY and take 15% Off your entire order — No Order Minimum!
Which means you could really milk the savings on these lactation films! *wink*
Discount code good through the end of the year.
Tags: BDSM relationships, black shopping, bound, clamps, gags, games, latex, lessons for bitches, paddling, pain as pleasure, pain not pleasure, pink and black shopping, power play, sale, tools and toys
Thursday, November 24th, 2011
Dear Pinkie… What I’m Thankful For
Dear Pinkie,
I’m thankful for all that Marc writes — knowing that as you writhe in pain and hatred, it is me who holds you there. My ownership of you, what you suffer in your commitment to me, is as good as if my arms hold you down.
Have a happy, yet miserable, Thanksgiving while I’m away!
Blackie
Tags: BDSM relationships, humiliation, lipstick submissives (tm), pain as pleasure, pain not pleasure, Pinkie and Blackie history, power play, rape fantasies, serving
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011
Bound & Pleasured Cunt
Snidely Whiplash sums up some of my thoughts on being a Dom:
I’m a top and heterosexual, I have a few minor kinks as well but that’s my nature. Top/ bottom is as much a sexual orientation as straight/ gay, it’s not what you do, it’s what you are. I feel so welcome here because Frequently Felt is a place for those of us willing to look into our own souls. I like bondage and it’s a good tool but what I really crave is to put a woman into a state of ecstasy. Dripping in sweat, lost in pleasure, delirious in submission, driven to convulsions by a single finger run up her slit. Being in control, owning her, using her orgasms to enslave her, that is what I need . Pavlov was a smart motherfucker and when you love the woman as well, it unites you. Cunts and cocks were separated by cruel biology but are really two halfs of one thing, like a card torn in half they match when put together. Owning a woman is a great honor, a living human who adores you and gives you her all. Nothing else could ever be as precious.
Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash
Image via.
Tags: BDSM relationships, fingering, power play, tied up
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011
Dear Pinkie
I like it best when you cry from the hatred, the tears of anguish rolling down your face as I disgrace and use you — that you are bound to me, forever in my service, not because you want to be but because you’ve been given to me.
The scorn that rises, the desperation, the fear and loathing that stream down your face in wet, wet streaks that I mock knowingly. And mercilessly.
I love how none of it melts away in your physical acceptance to your duty, to your punishments, to your tasks. How your hot anger brightly burns — with the heat of injustice and pride! Useless sentiments, other than how they fan the flames of my desire to further humiliate, hurt, use against your will.
It’s all right there, on your face. In the set of your shoulders, your chin.
The fire in your eyes that makes your eyes sparkle — no matter how wet your eyes get, the tears do not put out that fire. I know; I’ve tested it. But you detest me more — and so the back and forth of the testing continues! How it all tempts me… The clenched jaw juts with pride — as appealing as the jut of your breasts. The haughty air, as ripe for the plucking as that asshole is for fucking.
Even right now, as I sit three feet away from you, days into your no orgasm rule, naked with clothespins on your nipples, sleep deprived, sloppily typing and correcting your tasks for me… That palpable resentment… Your loathing of me as heavy in the air as the smell of your wet cunt.
A cunt I could take at any moment. A cunt that would welcome me, would welcome anything after the hours, the days, of arousal and pain — a cunt that would betray you — and quickly — with an orgasm.
You know it. And I know it.
How that knowledge makes you hate yourself.
How that knowledge makes you hate me even more.
Yet it’s that hate that makes me want to fuck you, fuck with your mind and your body, all the more.
Tags: BDSM relationships, humiliation, lessons for bitches, no touching, orgasm denial, pain not pleasure, power play, rape fantasies, torture
Wednesday, November 16th, 2011
Women Should Be Seen, But Not Heard
Women should be seen, but not heard. Women should be fucked, spanked, bit, twisted, and otherwise used and hurt. Then hearing them may be what you want.
The Leto over the face leather collar, by Antiseptic Fashion, might help. Also available in black.
Tags: BDSM relationships, black shopping, collars, power play, tools and toys
Thursday, October 20th, 2011
What Does It Take To Sexually Dominate?
M. Lore says Toys and Tools Dilute the Experience of Domination:
If these dress-up doms were more into understanding human nature and truly tearing into their partners (on a level that no toys will ever reach), they would spend less time learning knots best left to sailors and setting up safe words and truly experience what it means to possess someone entirely.
Blackie, Marc & I concur. However, toys and tools do have their places — on and in my body — too *wink* But they are just that, tools for the process. They don’t make up everything in domination. Lore’s article is a good read.
Tags: BDSM relationships, power play, serving, tools and toys
Monday, September 19th, 2011
Protected: Blackie Answers The Emails: 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.
Tags: BDSM relationships, Forced Orgasms, humiliation, power play
Monday, September 19th, 2011
Instead Of A Collar…
Why not a ring to remind a submissive woman of her place? This one features Bettie Page in bondage.
Tags: BDSM relationships, black shopping, bound, lipstick submissives (tm)
Thursday, June 16th, 2011
Protected: A Homecoming For Three (Which Doesn’t End Well For Me!)
Blackie’s been away for days. When he returned home, but he didn’t say a word to me.
What have I done? I wonder.
He sits in his chair and just waits.
I sit at his feet, hoping to appease.
This is the scene when Marc arrives.
He greets Blackie with a quick hello. Blackie nods as Marc sits in his own chair.
Silence engulfs the room; uncertainty sits on my shoulders, and a chill runs down my back causing me to physically shudder.
“Strip, holes,” orders Marc.
I nervously stand and begin to undress. First the t-shirt, which I begin to fold.
“No time for that, holes,” Marc barks. “Just leave them on the floor.”
I drop the top, peel down the straps of my bra and reach around my back. When I unclasp it, it falls to the floor. I unbutton my jeans, shrug them off my hips, let gravity do the rest. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my pink panties and tug them down until they lay nestled into and on top of the jeans. I step out of the clothes at my feet, then use my toes to remove my little white socks.
“Crawl here, holes,” Marc commands.
I hate crawling, especially to him. Reflexively my eyes seek Blackie, some unconscious desire to have him save me… Or seeking his approval. But his face is stone.
So I sink to my knees and begin to crawl the 12 feet to where he sits.
It seems like a mile in the silence.
Just before I reach him he raises his hand, like you do with a dog, ordering me to sit.
I do.
“Been awhile since you’ve had an orgasm, I hear,” Marc rhetorically asks, amused.
I say nothing. It’s not like I was actually asked a question.
“Been awhile since you’ve even had a hand laid on you too,” he continues his mocking. “Bet you’re aching for it.”
I remain silent. My thoughts more on what Blackie’s thinking than anything else — until Marc speaks again.
“Ask me to fuck you in the ass.”
I hate being fucked in the ass. It hurts. Plus, Blackie never fucks me in the ass — which makes me think it’s dirty and I’ve no desire to appear a dirty used whore fucked in the ass in front of him.
“Say it,” Marc says, with that threatening tone in his voice.
This time I’m afraid to look at Blackie. I know this must be some sort of a test — a combination punishement test. I’m afraid of disappointing him. And afraid of disgusting him too.
Keeping my eyes lowered I quietly say, “Please fuck me in the ass.”
“Ask me properly…” Marc says. I can hear the arch of his eyebrows in his voice.
I sigh and manage to say what he wishes, “Please, Marc, fuck me in my asshole”
“If you want it that bad, then assume the position,” he replies.
I turn around on my knees, put the side of my face on the floor — facing away from Blackie, place my hands on my ass cheeks and spread them.
Tags: anal, BDSM relationships, bound, humiliation, lessons for bitches, more than two tango, pain not pleasure, Pinkie and Blackie history, power play, serving, spanking, tools and toys, torture
