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.

 

 

 

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 2

Continued from My Dom and My Sub Part 1

I made Zoey stand up, and then made her bend over so that her head was laying on the bed.

I thought of spanking her, but my cock was more interested in just taking her. I had gotten her very wet. I wish I could say I just get behind her and slid my cock in, but this was real. I needed a moment to get the angle right, but once it happened, my cock literally popped into her pussy. It was so sudden and so intense, she had a small orgasm.

I slowly stroked my cock in and out of her to get it nice and wet and ready for me to truly fuck her. I grabbed her hips, and pulled her onto my cock as I thrust into her hard. Over and over again. This was what I wanted. I wanted her at my mercy. I wanted her overcome by my cock, and completely submitted to me.

She wanted more though. I wasn’t dominant enough for her. She resisted my fantasies and talked back to me. I couldn’t allow that. I spanked her. I spanked her hard for her insubordination. It wasn’t enough. She was still resisting.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. My other hand grabbed her throat, my fingers applying gentle (and extremely careful) pressure. She stopped speaking, her body instantly becoming mine. I bit her ear just before I told her what she was going to do for being bad like that. I told her we were going to find a woman and she was going to pleasure that woman. I would grab her hair and push her face into the other woman’s cunt and I would expect her to make that woman cum hard.

Zoey came while listening to this fantasy. She could clearly picture being forced to go down on another woman and used to pleasure both me and her. I intend to make that fantasy happen still.

Back in reality though. I pushed Zoey’s head down onto the bed and pulled her hands behind her back, just like they would be if she were handcuffed. I had been fucking her steadily for nearly 30 minutes. Both of us were dripping sweat from fucking so hard. My own body felt slick and hot and I loved every bit of it. Zoey was fully submitted to me. I owned her body and mind and she had given it to me freely.

I don’t even know how many times she had cum. It was time for me to cum though.

It was time for me to release my control and just pour my cum deep inside her. I held her wrists, keeping her helpless while I drilled my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. I let that incredible feeling build. When it was time, I grabbed Z’s hips and pulled her ass tight against me, pushing my cock so deep into her that I am sure my balls were squeezing her clit. I unleashed a flood of cum deep inside her. I could feel it shooting through my cock, spurt after spurt of my hot cum. I just held her there, making sure every single drop went as deep into her pussy as possible.

I know she came with me. Her own orgasm shook her entire body and she was barely able to stay on her feet, even with the support of the bed under most of her body. We were so tired and exhausted that neither of us could move right away. But moving was necessary. My own legs were weak from the intense orgasm and the intense work out.

When I caught my breath, I gently nudged her forward as I stepped back. I felt our mixed cum slip out with me, some of it staying on my cock and running down onto my balls, and some running down her legs.

I laid down on the bed and just finished catching my breath while Z took a moment to get a much needed drink of water.

Part 3

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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