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,, that details 50 problems with this disturbing trend in entertainment media.




The Room

Inside of me. There is a room. To me it looks like a medieval torture room. There is a stone table with chains and shackles in the center, with some blood stains on it. On one wall is a wooden X with chains and shackles attached to each end of the X. Those chains are adjustable to accommodate different sizes of people. Standing freely is a stockade where a person’s head and hands are held while their body is bent over, clearly leaving a person’s ass exposed to whoever put them there. There are more chains and shackles on the walls. On one wall by itself, and separate from everything else, are the tools. There are at least five different types of whips. There are paddles small and large, wood, leather, and felt. There are also a few blades and needles, all shiny and sharp.

What stands out on this shelf of tools, are the feathers and the dildos. So many different penis shapes, some that appear impossible, or possible like they may have been modeled from a demon. Some that seem far too large to handle, and some that are perfectly normal size. There are plain ones, and some that vibrate. Among them are egg shape, pen shape, and bullet shape vibrators. There are nipple clamps designed to squeeze, and if you look carefully you will see nipple clamps with needles that pierce as they squeeze.

One last piece of furniture adorns the room. A sturdy chair made of well worn wood and leather.

The room smells of wood, leather, sweat, a slight sharp tang of blood, and most of all it smells of lust, pure musky lust and sex.

There are only two kinds of people who enter this room. One is the master of this room. He is Prince, or he is Sir. To those who submit to his will, he is Master. The only others who enter this room are those who are willing. This Dom does not take any unwillingly.

I have not been myself lately. It is time to open the door to this room. The Dom may be sitting in his chair relaxing and waiting. He may be checking all of his “tools” to make sure they are ready to be used when the next willing person comes to give her pleasure to him.

It is time for the person I have been to step back and to let this Dom step into place.

I pull your hair, pulling your head back so that you look up into my face. I gaze into your eyes so you see steel and hardness in my green eyes before I allow my lips to touch your flesh.

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.

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