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Seriously? A vibrator. Not the big, goal oriented ones you first think of, but a small, powerful, easy to use with one hand kind.
Because a nipple clamp is fun. But a nipple clamp with a little vibration? Zoom!
Tied up his cock and balls? Try running a vibrator across them. Teasingly.
Bound across the bed? Could be fun. Bound across the bed while your partner alternately teases, pleases and tickles with the vibrator? Awesome.
Don’t use it with a goal in mind. Use it as a sensation. Run it across the inner thighs. The soles of the feet. Down the ribs. Across the top of the scalp.
Use it to tease and deny.
Keep in the the fridge on a hot summer day.
Do make sure to keep extra batteries close by – and if you are going to store it for any length of time, take the batteries out. To clean it, wash with anti-bactierial soap.
I think that anything PETA does, they do more for attention then they do for animals. I’m not a fan.
I believe animals, even those grown for meat, should be treated humanely. I also think woman should be treated humanely. If two ladies would like to make veggie porn – let them. But I don’t see how two faux lesbians posing with a carrot furthers the cause of animals. Nor does it make me want to eat carrots because, EW! Where has this carrot been??
I do however, have clients who are probably masturbating to those images right this moment.
So congratulation PETA for making some poor lonely pervert happy.
Try turning your safe search filter off on google and image googling lesbians and carrots. There are multiple sites that feature women having sex with vegetables.
If you leave your safe search filter on, you will see several pictures of woman with Carrot Top. You have been warned.
So, does it bother you when you get a letter from someone you’ve never met or talked to reffering to themselves as ‘your slave, person x’?
Yes! Totally bugs me! To me, slavery and submission is something that needs to be negotiated and then earned. Just assuming they are my slave sort of makes me feel stalked… after all, they know me. They have seen my web site and have read all about my interests. I know nothing of them – aside from the email they sent, in which they can say anything they like.
It’s about the same things as signing a letter to a personal ad as “Your Boyfriend X.” I’m pretty sure we can all agree that is a letter that would immediately be deleted and looked at as creepy. Signing it “your slave” is the same thing.
From Formspring: I have sparked a lot of debate with the whole mechanics of double penetration We cannot figure out how it physically works if it is all below the belt.
Well, if PORN would have you believe anything, all you have to do is get the girl warmed up by fucking her really hard in the pussy, then taking it out, spit on it, and jamming it into the back door, leaving the front door open for your friend who just happened to stop by for a beer and a bang.
Please do not believe anything Porno has to tell you.
Most of MY double penetration has involves my using a strap-on on a guy’s butt while I also use a sound or catheter on his penis hole (um, yes, it is possible and some men like it enough to search it out)… or? myself, a fellow Domme, two strap-ons and a client in the roll of chinese hangcuff…. but I’ve been around enough to know the usual girl/boy/boy mechanics of this do NOT involve A.) Spit, B.) a beer can or C.) any chickens.
Can you tell us more about how you explored the receiving end of the sessions? Was it odd to work with someone else – how could you not be taking mental notes the whole time (ooh, I LIKE that) or thinking of ways to improve it?
For the first several years I worked in BDSM, I played as a switch – someone who likes to give… or receive. I really enjoyed it because in real life, I am a switch. Most of the really good Professional Dominatrix I know either switch in real life, or have spent considerable time as a bottom. Being on the bottom teaches you to to empathize unlike any class or book can.
Since I was working in a house, there were always lots of people around and usually I was seeing someone who another girl had already seen, so I felt pretty safe. In general, clients in this situation never know what big burly beefcake is in the other room listening for the slightest sound of non-consensual distress so he can come in and pummel him. Or? Call the cops. Clients tend to be very polite not wanting to take anything home to the Mrs, like a black eye or an arrest record.
Yes. Everyone except my elderly grandfather, but even he knows something is up. My older kids figured it out when they were in their late teens. For the most part it’s not really discussed though. It’s not a big deal after all these years. It was at first of course, but then, like any kind of Coming Out, family realize that they need to love you for who you are. The ones that can’t handle it, that think your lifestyle effects them personally need to be weeded out of your life sooner or later anyway. Because if they are going to judge you for your sex life, they are going to judge you for other reasons and your relationship if never going to be a healthy one.