Is This A “Chick Flick”?

I am sort of scared to watch this movie.  I’m definitely NOT fond of being beaten or tortured.  I cannot understand women that would like to be “cut” or whipped or raped or – lord knows what.

I’ve read some of the reviews online, though.  It looks like it glamorizes sexual violence to me.  The leading lady seems very immature and doesn’t know what she’s getting into.  I understand that many women don’t mind getting spanked – although I’d imagine that there would be many times where one couldn’t participate in BDSM sex because they would need to recover from the beatings & etc.

The “Recovery Phase” would make ME shy away from having BDSM sex – as I like to have it on a regular basis.  If one is recovering from a beating or even a spanking – then there would me no more of  THAT for a while.  It certainly would take even longer to recover from more harsh forms of BDSM.  I haven’t heard that aspect mentioned anywhere. Being a practical type of person – that’s the first thing that I thought of.


Here’s a trailer of the movie – which debuted (ironically) on Valentine’s Day.

Oral sex, anal sex were illegal until 1962.  And, the Supreme Court ruled against sodomy bans in its 2003 decision in Lawrence versus Texas – it was still illegal in 14 states.

It was a little weird to hear that Beyoncé and Jay Z enjoy having a Dominant/submissive, BDSM-based sex life.

I read that a lot of women might have a “fantasy” about being raped – but, there’s a huge difference between a fantasy and actually BEING Raped.  I’m sure those same women – would feel differently if that actually happened to them.  Not something I’m interested in.  I like my “Vanilla” sex.  A lot.

In fact, both men AND women dream about being submissive. There was a sex study done about it in 2009. Read the full version – as they might take it down. IDK. It’s called, “Social Dominance and Forceful Submission Fantasies: Feminine Pathology or Power?”

There’s a really good discourse on this movie and about the “Freedom” to engage in BDSM in a review from The Atlantic, written by Emma Green.  She argues whether consent is really enough:

“For people in the BDSM community, consent is the ironclad starting point—but that’s not the end goal of their sexual activities. Because it’s a community that people choose, one with strong norms and mores, it can embrace a set of sexual values, like exploration, play, and experimentation.”

“But for most everyone else—the average Fifty Shades reader and moviegoer included—this isn’t the case. On college campuses and elsewhere, not everyone fully understands and embraces the importance of consent—or gets the basics of sex. And even when people have a sophisticated understanding of sex, American culture offers little to model healthy sexual encounters beyond the threshold of consent.

Because the U.S. is such a pluralistic place, with so many conflicting viewpoints about how people should live their lives, American culture inevitably sends lots of mixed messages about what having a good sex life actually means—or looks like.”

The National Center on Sexual Exploitation has a website, fiftyshadesisabuse.com, that details 50 problems with this disturbing trend in entertainment media.

 

 

 

Where Have You Been by Rihanna

Thought you guys would like this Veerry sexy  video by Rihanna. She’s singing,  “Where Have You Been” – from The Island Def Jam Music Group. The choreography in this music video is amazing! You have to give the industry credit for churning out one of the best music videos of all time.

I wonder if Rihanna and Chris Brown really  are into S & M??   Rihanna is not a stupid person.  Her & Chris Brown have got it going on.

Not the first interview to comment on Rihanna and S & M – but, this from the Miss Red Blog:

“”Rihanna has said that she really does love S&M and admits that she is a masochist. The ‘What’s My Name‘ singer told Rolling Stones magazine that she always wants to feel ‘owned’:

“I love feeling like I’m somebody’s girl. I love to be tied up and spanked. Using whips and chains is too planned… you have to stop and look for the whip. I prefer them to use their hands.”

Ok I think every man in the world just got hard there! The singer added that she calls herself a masochist and that she is not proud of that fact. She goes on to admit that she believes her desire to be hurt stems from abuse from her father as a child. She told the magazine that he used to hurt her:

“I was always terrified on Friday because he could come home drunk. That was payday, and half of it went on alcohol.””

And – so it goes.  I would argue that domestic violence and S&M as sexual kink are two very different things. A person can be turned on by pain in a consensual situation with a trusted person. Having someone beat you out of rage is clearly not the same thing.  I can only hope that she’s really into S & M & is simply not confused by the fact that her father beat her as a child.

Even though there’s controversy afoot -Rihanna’s pussydancing in Where Have You Been is truly amazing.

 

 

 

Naughty Skylar

Skylar was a naughty girl. She did something she knew she wasn’t supposed to do.

She broke a rule.

I smile as I gaze on her bare ass in front of me. She wears a special collar. It has two chains that stretch to the leather bands on her wrists. They are just long enough to allow her to lift her head just slightly over a foot above the floor. The leather cuffs are chained to a wood post in front of her. She has just enough freedom to move her hands, or to spread them enough to keep her balance as she is doing now.

Her knees rest on a small padding. If she moves at all, she will be scraping her knees on the rough floor and she knows this. She has to choose to either let me administer her punishment, or to move and endure the pain and punishment she would inflict on herself.

I swing the small paddle through the air. Listening to it whistle is I do. Her body tenses with anticipation, but the paddle does not connect. She knows I play mind games. This is not new to her. She still can’t stop her body from tensing, though she expected me to just tease her with the anticipation.

I know her too. I know I have not given her what she wants me to give her. I have failed so many times to give into her desires and let her have what she has asked me for. She wants pain. She has said it to me so many times. I did not believe she wanted true pain. I believed she wanted the hints of pain, the stings of my bare hand and the scratches of my nails. I believed she would enjoy me squeezing her tits until they bruised, or bit her enough to leave a mark, but not to break her skin. I gave her all of that. I was never Sadistic enough to give her more.

I am still not Sadistic. I will never be Sadistic. But I truly want her pleasure. I know her pleasure now. This will not feel natural to me.

“Tell me to stop.” I order her.

“Stop what? You haven’t even done anything but swing that stupid paddle.” I can hear the insolence in her voice.

I grab her hair with my left hand and jerk head back forcefully. As she gasps with shock at my reaction, the paddle whistles through the air and strikes her bare ass with a smack that echoes in the room. “Do not make me repeat myself.” I growl into her ear.

A look of fear strikes her face for just a moment. She swallows and regains her composure. “Please stop daddy. Don’t spank me.”

She will be angry that I made her feel fear. I had to. She wanted this. I could not give her less. This time she hears the paddle’s whistle before it strikes her other cheek. Both of her ass cheeks are turning bright red from the force of the paddle.

“Now tell me the one word that will make me stop. Tell me the safe word I told you to remember.” She looks confused. “I will not stop now. You are going to tell me so I know you know what to say. If I hear it again tonight, then I stop.” She understands.

“Rudolf.”

“Good.” I release her hair and stand up again. Skylar’s head drops for a moment and I hear her take in a shuddering breath. I do not have to ask if she really is ready. She barely fought me as I stripped her and put the cuffs on. She has waited far too patiently for me to just let go and do this to her.

The paddle whistles. The smack echoes loudly.

As I grip the paddle, I realize I am amazed at how smart she really is. How she did such a masterful job of leading me to the point where I could give her what she wants, what she believes she needs.

The paddle whistles. The smack echoes loudly.

Skylar gasps. Shock, pain, and pleasure resonate in her gasp. I drink it in.

The paddle whistles. The smack echoes loudly.

Her ass remains up in the air for me. Her knees stay on the padding. I see her pussy glistening from this angle. The soft hair that she keeps neatly trimmed for me looks so inviting.

The paddle whistles. The smack echoes loudly.

I let my mind remember what it felt like for her to tie me up and have her way with me. I saw the look in her eyes. She truly wanted to draw my blood. She wanted to be my master and make me submit to her.

The paddle whistles. The smack echoes loudly.

Skylar’s gasp has a tone of a painful cry to it. Her head is hanging down now. I can barely tell she is biting her lip. She has not said what is needed to make me stop. She still needs more.

The paddle whistles. The smack echoes loudly.

I see lines on her ass now. The edge of the paddle is creating welts on her ass. Those welts will become bruises. This is where it gets hard. This is not normal for me. I am not Sadistic.

The paddle whistles. The smack echoes loudly.

Skylar cries out louder. She gasps chokingly. Her cries are like sobs, but she has not spoken that word. I can’t continue to use the paddle. There are too many welts. She is too red. I step back and set the paddle on a nearby table.

I pick up a small whip. Several leather straps extending from a small rod covered in leather. I will have to swing hard to make her feel this, but it won’t cause as much damage. I hope it will not cause as much damage.

The whip whistles loudly as I swing it down across her back. I aim carefully so only the leather straps strike her back. I flick my wrist at the last moment, whipping the leather across her pale skin.

The skin starts turning red immediately. Skylar lets out a moan of pleasure. I think she has entered the zone where the pain is her pleasure now. She has crossed the threshold she has waited so patiently for me to take her across.

Faster I pull the whip back and bring it down on her back.

The leather straps whistle loudly. The whip cracks across her skin.

Red marks line her back from the bottom of her hair to the top of her glowing red ass.

The leather straps whistle loudly. The whip cracks across her skin.

I move to the back of her legs. The whip cracks across her legs just below her ass and pussy.

Whistle! Crack! Whistle! Crack! Whistle! Crack!

I move lower and strike the whip across the bottom of her bare feet. She flinches. She curls her toes and tenses her muscles forcing her feet to stay where they are.

Whistle! Crack! Whistle! Crack! Whistle! Crack!

Skylar’s cries grow louder. More desperate. She is fighting now not to sob, but I can hear it in her breathing still. I am at the end of my limit. I am not Sadistic. I also admit to myself that my arm is growing tired. I have no idea how many times I have struck her beautiful skin with the paddle and whip.

I throw the whip aside and strip out of my pants. My cock is hard and ready. I don’t have to touch Skylar. She is so wet I can see it perfectly clearly. I can see some of her pubic hair is dark and matted because of juice from her pussy.

I push her legs open a little more with my knees as I get behind her. I rub my cock on her slit, getting the head wet. I begin sliding it in. Skylar lets out a squealing sound of pleasure as I penetrate her. I push all the way in until my body presses against her ass.

I look down amazed at the heat radiating from the skin of her ass. She isn’t just red, she is red hot right now. I grab her hips. Carefully avoiding the welts and I begin to fuck her. Every time I move. Every time I thrust she lets out that squeal. I can tell clearly she is experiencing pleasure I have never given her before now.

I speed up my thrusting. I let my body smack against her ass. She cries out each time. I feel her body growing tense. She is going to cum. I can see her fighting it. I can see that she is losing. She is going to cum. I don’t change. I just keep fucking her. I just keep my cock thrusting into her cunt and my body smacking against her red hot ass.

Skylar grabs the chains leading from the cuffs on her wrists. I can see her fists balled up tightly around those links. The wood creaks as she involuntarily pulls tightly on the chains. Her head drops down to the floor as her hair cascades around her face. Her body is so tense and her muscles are pulled tight against her skin.

Skylar fought with everything she had, but the orgasm takes her. She cries out with rasping breathless gasps as the orgasm shudders violently through her body. I grab her hips tighter and hold her body up so my cock can stay buried inside of her. I smile a wicked smile as I think about how angry she will be at me for making her lose control like this.

I watch her body shuddering and twitching. I know her eyes are fluttering in time with the quivering of her body.

She may be angry with her for making her lose control like this, but it has driven me past control. My fingers are digging tightly into the soft skin of her hips. My breathing is shallow as I fight against the orgasm building in me. The muscles of her pussy rippling up and down the shaft of my cock are just too much for me.

I know I can’t hold it back. When it hits that point that I know nothing will stop it. When my body is trembling in anticipation of that glorious release, I look up toward the ceiling and close my eyes.

I feel the first spurt of my cum shoot out of my cock forcefully. My muscles spasm uncontrollably, forcing my cum to shoot out of my cock again and again. I can see in my mind, that if I had pulled out, my cum would have shot out of my cock so hard it probably would have gone past Skylar’s head, or maybe gotten caught in her hair. But I didn’t, I can feel it traveling thickly through my cock and shooting forcefully into her.

I don’t know how long I hold her there pouring my cum into her pussy. I don’t even know what I said when I came. It was just so freaking intense, that it was like I blacked out for several minutes.

When I become aware again, I am still holding Skylar tightly against me. I can feel my cum and her juice dripping down both our legs. I let my cock slip out of her very slippery pussy. My cum follows, dripping out. I had no idea I had cum so much until I see it so clearly.

With sheer will power, I grab the keys and unlock the chain from her neck, and the chains from the post in front of her. Skylar sits heavily on her ass. She feels the sting of pain, but the muscles in her body or so tired now, she can’t hold her weight off her bottom. She presents her wrists to me to unlock and remove the cuffs. She holds still while I unlock and remove the collar.

With the collar out of the way, Skylar stretches her arms toward me, child like, asking me wordlessly to hold her. I lean forward so her arms go around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist and gently pull her forward so that she is sitting on my lap. The tenderest parts of her bottom comfortably between my legs, held just above the floor.

I feel the moisture from her face as she nuzzles against my neck. I can’t tell if it is from sweat or from tears.

“Thank you daddy.” She whispers almost breathlessly, yet emotionally as she holds herself against me.

I hold her close, hoping the pain I gave her will subside soon. I am not a Sadist.

Mental Punishment Part 2

Continued from Part 1

The feather moves slowly from her neck to the center of her chest.  The soft tickling touch trails between her tits and onto her stomach.  The feather moves to the side of her stomach while still trailing down. She feels it caressing the side of her ass.  I can see the marks from the leather strap I used on that soft skin of her ass.  No doubt it still stings some, but with this gentle feather, it only tickles and she does not feel the stinging from the lashings.  Skylar remembers them though.  She realizes now that I am using the feather to give pleasure of pain from her memories.  I am allowing her body to heal before I punish it again, but her mind is still mine to torture, and I am torturing it.  She recalls the memory of being bound across a footstool, unable to move while the leather strap smacked against her unprotected ass over and over.  She remembers the tears she cried when she felt such intensely pleasurable pain that night.  She recalls that she needed to have me inside her pussy so bad, that she wanted to rip out of the restraints, straddle me and ride me until neither of us could take any more.

The tension courses through her body again, her back arches with the need building inside her pussy.  A moan escapes her lips just as her cries escaped her lips when I whipped her with the leather straps

I move the feather around to her leg.  Caressing and tickling her thigh.  The soft strands tease and tickle the short hairs surrounding her pussy.  She lifts gently, as if wishing for the feather to give the pleasure her pussy craves.  The feather slips to the inside of her thighs to tease and tickle one spot on the inside of one thigh, barely an inch from her pussy.  Skylar remembers that spot so well.  She remembers my head between her legs, my arms wrapped around her thighs.  She anticipated my lips and tongue on her clit, she was laying on her back waiting for that delicious moment.  Before that happened though, my head turned slightly and I bit the inside of her thigh.  I bit that spot about an inch from her pussy.  I bit hard.  So hard that she cried out and tried to grab my head with both hands.  She tried to push my head away, but my arms were locked in place and she couldn’t push me away.  Then Skylar came, she came so hard against my cheek that all she could do was dig her fingers into my scalp while I held her legs, biting her thigh, and feeling that sweet orgasm from her pussy against my cheek.  When I came up, my cheek was glistening from the juices of her orgasm.

A spasm of pleasure courses through her body with that memory.  She pulls against the restraints so hard you can hear the leather and wood creaking.

The feather disappears.  How long did I use it?  She is no longer certain of time.  It might have been an hour.  She does not care, her body cries out with the need to have me inside her pussy now, though no sound escapes her lips.  She can feel the heat of my legs as I slip between her thighs.  Skylar is aware of the presence of my body above her own.  She listens to the sound of my breathing.  I place the head of my cock against her pussy.  I am pushing and it is sliding into her.  She is so wet that I slide all the way in without any resistance, without stopping once.  I am there.  My cock is fully engulfed by her hot cunt.

Skylar cums.  Her pussy squeezes my cock.  The muscles try to pull me in, wanting to be sure all of my cock it is inside.  Her hips shift up and down, rubbing against my hips and legs with her thighs during her orgasm.

As her orgasm subsides, I begin moving, sliding in and out of her pussy.  I get into a rhythm.  Each minute I go a little faster, a little harder, until I am fucking her intensely.  I somehow push the blindfold out of the way.  I kiss her lips without losing the rhythm.  She can tell by my breathing that I won’t last much longer.  She knows me so well.  She knows that once I am inside her pussy, I can’t maintain my control

I grab the back of her neck and guide her lips to my chest.  I push deep inside her pussy and I cum.  I cum hard and she feels it.  She feels my throbbing cock hard inside her cunt.  She feels my cum shooting deep inside her pussy.  Skylar cums with me, her pussy wrapping tightly around my throbbing cock, gripping me and willing me to just keep cumming.

She opens her mouth, and bites my nipple hard.

I gasp with pain and pleasure and I keep cumming inside of her.

Mental Punishment Part I

Skylar is naked and securely bound to the four posts of the bed. Each wrist and ankle is held securely by a leather cuff. She has no way to undo any of the cuffs, for the first time, she is completely dependent on me in every way. She lies on her back in a room that seems almost too warm, yet feels just right at the same time. There is not a single chill on any part of her bare skin.

The room is lit by the fire in the fireplace and a few well placed candles. The drapes are dark and heavy, the wood of the posts for the bed and other furnishings are dark and appear aged. The cloth Skylar is laying on is soft cotton. The pillow cradling her head where her dark hair is fanned out seems extremely soft yet firm at the same time. The only sounds in the room are Skylar’s breathing, popping sparks from the fireplace, and the sounds of my movements nearby. She could turn her head to watch what I am doing, or she could lay there with her eyes closed, anticipating what I may be doing. She chooses to keep her eyes closed while imagining what I might be doing.

The rustlings which reach her ears, could it be the sound of cloth? Or leather? Am I getting out toys? If so, which toys? She knows by the sound that I am the only one in the room with her. She breathes in deeply through her nose to catch my scent, but still keeps her eyes closed. The bed shifts as I climb on beside Skylar. She opens her eyes now, turning to and catch me looking at and admiring her beautiful naked body. She looks into my piercing green gaze, noting the bright glint in my eyes, which promises of things to come. I smile for her before I place a black cloth over her eyes. She lies there unmoving and unresisting, as I reach behind her head to tie the cloth in place. I do not tie it too tightly. I feel her body shiver with anticipation. She does not know what I am about to do.

Something soft and light tickles the tip of her nipple. It traces a circle around her nipple, exactly along the lines of my teeth marks, still visible a few days after I bit her tit hard enough to bruise. She squirms from the tickling and her nipple grows hard against the soft feathery touch. Skylar realizes I am using a feather on her nipple. Instead of a clamp, or my teeth, or leather strap, or so many other things she might have expected, I am using a feather on her skin. She knows the feather, she has seen it. It is just over a foot long, very fluffy, but with a strong quill. The feather trails along her skin, to her sensitive neck. It traces a path to the marks I left on her neck with my lips and teeth. I bit and sucked on her sensitive skin. The feather caresses and tickles her throat. Soft strands tickle her ears as I slowly brush back and forth around her neck and throat.

Despite how different it feels, and despite that I am not causing any pain, she is getting aroused and wet. She squirms as her pussy begins to itch with need for attention and to feel my cock filling her completely. She cannot find her voice to tell me what her pussy wants. She gave herself to me to do with as I please, and she will wait on my pleasure, allowing me to do anything I want.

The feather caresses her cheek. She remembers my hand striking her cheek recently. A slap that left her cheek red for hours. The touch of the feather and the memory of the slap are such a contrast that she exhales a slight gasp. I watch as tension flows through her muscles from her neck, down through her body, and into her pussy. I gaze in admiration as I clearly notice her back arch in response to that tension. I have only to inhale through my nose and I can smell the scent of her arousal.

To be continued in Part 2

My Dom and My Sub Part 1


I am not a submissive. I find no pleasure in being tied down, punished, brought to pain, or humiliated in any way. So this is not in any way about someone who dominates me.

I have a Dom inside of me though. For a long time I did not know this. I was always too shy, too uncertain to be dominant. Then recently, it changed. I found him inside of me. I call him my Dom. When he wants to play he takes charge, he becomes the man, and he will not accept anything less than his will being done.

I have known Zoey for years. We met sexually. Life separated us, but we remained friends. We came back together, sex returned with our presence. Zoey likes my Dom. Very much. So much so that she is becoming my sub. She submits to me when it is our pleasure, but she is submitting more and more, thus she is becoming my sub.

She came to me one afternoon. Before coming to me she had said something suggestive of spanking me or perhaps something close to that effect. I do not recall it clearly. What I do recall was that my Dom was in charge. I would not accept being told what to do, or accept being offered any punishment. I was the one in charge, and I was the one who would deliver punishment as warranted.

I instructed Zoey to go to the bedroom. It was an order even though it did not sound like an order. Once there she began to undress, but I stopped her. I didn’t want to watch her undress. I wanted to undress her myself. I did. I removed her clothing one article at a time with pauses for me to kiss her lips, her throat, her back, and her shoulders. I held her in my grip with each kiss, and each article of clothing removed. I kept her under my control with my hands and my mouth.

I made her wait while I undressed, then took her in my arms gave her a bruisingly hard kiss on the lips. We were standing beside the bed kissing. My hand moved up the bare skin of her back and I grabbed a handful of her hair. She loves so much when I pull her hair. I swear she could have an orgasm just from the feel of me pulling her hair. Her head pulled back, my mouth went to her neck. Sucking and biting the sensitive flesh and driving her wild with desire.

I pushed her back to the wall and pressed her hard against the wall while I kissed her. Then I pushed her down so that she was kneeling on the floor. She knew exactly what to do. She sat before me and sucked my cock into her mouth. And what a talented tongue she has. She knows how to lick the sensitive spots and to suck me into her mouth. I told her to show me how much of my cock she could suck into her mouth. She showed me what I wanted to see.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to the wall. She was held there unable to move and I fucked her face. She had shown me what she could handle and I carefully gave her as much of my cock as she could handle. I knew this was her fantasy, her desire to be used by me, and I used her. In my mind, I still had more ideas for how I would use her for our pleasure.

To be continued in My Dom and My Sub Part 2