Monday, April 25, 2011

Brittanic Honeymoon (Part 6)

Craig has posted the latest chapter of our collaborative fiction here. He's included a nice summary of the story thus far; you can find links to all of the chapters on the Brittanic Honeymoon page on my blog.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Darwin Wednesday

This week, I'm going to cover a somewhat lengthy exchange of messages that began normally, but quickly turned, well, creepy. These messages were written on FetLife, but I've used an IM-style format below to make it more readable because the majority of the messages are short. This exchange took place over about a month.


Lovely pics!

Thanks!

Are they all of you? Who took them? How long ago?

They are all of them me, taken by a variety of friends. 
Most taken within the last year or so.

Very nice. You have a lovely ass for spanking. 
Were you spanked as a child? when did you 
get your first?

Thank you.

I wasn't. I got my first spanking at 19...and 
I've been enjoying it ever since!

That is still early on...who spanked you at 19? 
Were you at college then?

I was. I met someone on adult-friend-finder, actually. 
It went amazingly well, and we're still friends.

What about you? When did you get into it?

I discovered this in high school. I started spanking girls 
back then and found they liked it too. SO I just continued 
to explore and progress from there. I too am still in touch 
with one of the first girls I spanked way back then.

What attracts you to BDSM at this point?

I started with spanking parties and continued to explore 
from there. I'm kinda a "sensation-whore" - I love 
the different sensations, the different experiences.

Are there many spanking parties near you now?
What kinds of sensations have you tried that youve 
enjoyed? Which have you tried that you didnt like?

How do you feel about marks on your body?

There aren't many spanking parties near me, but I enjoy
 traveling to the bigger ones. They can be so much fun!

I like most sensations, really. I haven't tried any that I didn't 
like, at least not that I can think of right off hand.

I try to avoid marks, because I swim several times a 
week. It's hard to hide marks in the locker room!

Where do you swim? Is it for a work out or as part 
of a team or club? Im sure you are a clever girl...one 
who could find a way to conceal her marks! They do 
enable one to experience more sensations. 

Do you live live alone? Where have you gone to attend 
spanking party? Who have you traveled with when you go to these parties? 


I think you might be able to guess why I stopped writing him. The curious part of this is how normal it was until that last message. Did he go off his meds or something?

But let's see - I swim at a pool, as one might imagine from the locker room. And while I'm complimented that he thinks I'm clever, I'm also confident that I would not have mentioned it if I were in any way interested in allowing him to mark me. Come to that, what sensations can't I experience without marks? The range of spanking options on my profile can all be experienced without marks. In fact, the only things I can think of that cannot be experienced without marks are cutting, burning, and other similar things. Am I missing something here?

Is it ever okay to ask a woman if she lives alone? What possible good reason could be behind that question? Ever?

The last bit might be simple curiosity or networking - let's see if we are going to be in any of the same places or know any of the same people. But combined with all the other problems here, this (and the earlier question about who took the photos) becomes something more like - who is protecting you that I might have to avoid? and where could I possibly get my hands on you?

Right - well, that saves me having to turn down an invitation to meet this fellow at an undisclosed private location without establishing a safe-call or telling anyone where I am going. Thanks for that.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Brittanic Honeymoon (Part 5)


This is the fifth chapter in my collaboration with Craig. You can read the fourth chapter on his blog here, and you can find links to all the chapters on the Brittanic Honeymoon tab on my blog.

Kelsey raced into the bathroom the moment they entered their room. Alec noticed that their trunks had arrived and took a moment to consider the ingenuity that allowed them to travel with such a wide assortment of items. The base of their bed was only a steel frame that provided storage for their eight trunks. Along each side of the bed, trunks with two stacked drawers were locked into place, giving them four drawers on either side of the bed for accessible storage. These trunks had been packed as the dressers they would become, full of small clothing that needn’t be unpacked.

Under the bed, Alec knew, their four larger trunks were situated. Three of them would be empty, unpacked by staff into the wardrobe. The fourth, marked carefully to prevent such unpacking, was placed at the end of the bed so that he could unpack it himself. Naturally, all these trunks matched their other luggage, making one side and the foot of the bed navy and the other side a sparkling riot of purple, silver, and gold. Alec rolled his eyes at the sight, wishing he had insisted upon black luggage for both of them; but Kelsey could be as insistent as she was whimsical.

Alec heard the splash of water from the bathroom that told him Kelsey was cleaning her teeth. He joined her and they jostled playfully over the potable and grey water facets as they prepared for the Ball. Kelsey finished first and returned to the bedroom. Alec finished a few minutes later and followed Kelsey into the other room. A trail of discarded clothing led directly to Kelsey, who stood naked manipulating the Wall.

“For the love of…” Alec muttered. When that failed to rouse Kelsey from her distraction, he snapped out her name.

Kelsey jumped and looked at him, clearly startled. Her eyes fell from him to the trail of clothing and her cheeks heated. She bit her lower lip like a chastened child before offering, “You didn’t say if you wanted to do Steam Punk or traditional Victorian tonight.”

“Kelsey!” Alec waved at the Wall, causing the image to sink back into the screen and the screen to go dark.

She forced a wide smile as she hurriedly scooped up her clothing, “If we’re meeting someone, you’ve told them what to look for, right?”

“And you thought to see if you could figure out who we were meeting, so you would know what I’d told them we would be dressed as?” Alec shook his head at her ability to obfuscate the issue, not missing the delicate way she had limited his costume choices to two, although they undoubtedly had other options. “You might have simply asked, Kelsey.”

Kelsey scooped up the last article of clothing, the top she had removed just outside the bathroom, putting her within arms reach of Alec. Pushing the bundle of clothing under one arm, she leaned forward to kiss him. Alec allowed himself to be distracted for a moment, wrapping an arm around her naked body and pulling her deeper into the kiss.

“Victorian,” he said firmly, setting her aside, “Full Victorian style, I even brought your chastity belt.”

“Alec!” Kelsey’s outrage was tempered by anticipation.

“Start getting ready, little one. You’ve more to do than I have.” Alec laughed as he knelt at the end of the bed and pulled out the unpacked trunk. “Go on,” he ordered, when she would have peeked to see what else he had brought.

She skipped away, quickly sorting her clothing into that which needed to be laundered and hanging the other pieces. From the wardrobe, she began assembling her costume. The hoop skirt was not period, but it made the ensemble more wearable and more easily packable. The contrasting colors of the underskirt and the split overskirt were repeated in the tightly fitting, corset inspired bodice. These items had been hung with care by staff members who knew how to treat the rich fabrics so that no wrinkles or folds remained from the trip. She found her low-heeled, mid-calf, lace-up boots on a shoe rack in the bottom of the wardrobe. Silk stocking and lace-covered-silk gloves were rolled up neatly in the drawers on her side of the bed.

While Kelsey assembled her outfit, Alec had set out his own, prepared the chastity belt, and set out a number of evil things to play with later. Men’s formal wear being what it was, Alec’s outfits were far more versatile. Even so, he had several different shirts with slightly different collars and details to match any era. For tonight, he picked something that matched Kelsey’s outfit to mark them as clearly together.

Alec caught Kelsey before she could start dressing, asking lightly “Aren’t you forgetting something, love?”

Kelsey made a show of checking the costume she had laid out and shaking her head, “No, I’ve got everything.”

Alec held up the chastity belt, a smooth creation of neoprene-lined hard molded plastic that fitted perfectly to Kelsey’s curves. He had added a few of the optional attachments, a medium-sized dildo and a smaller butt-plug. She took in these items and caught her lip between her teeth, uncertain. But as he helped her into it, she made no verbal complaint. They both knew he had made “nice” choices, things that would make her squirm but not render her uncomfortable. And Kelsey was well aware of how quickly he could change his mind about such things.

Alec fastened the neoprene-backed leather straps around her waist, locking them into the front panel. He watched her carefully, seeing the mental adjustment she made. His arms slide around her bare waist and he pulled her to him. He kissed her nose lightly, murmuring, “That’s my good girl.” A hand under her jaw, he lifted her face to him and kissed her again. “Now get dressed, love. We’ve new friends to meet.”

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Darwin Wednesdays

Inspired by Erica's CHoS (Correspondence Hall of Shame) posts, you can read her most recent one here, I've decided to try making a weekly post of some of the more interesting or disturbing messages I've gotten.

I'll begin with the basics - those minor details that send an otherwise acceptable message into my "not worth responding to" pile. I will admit that my spelling is terrible and my grammar isn't always perfect. But when you're sending that first message to someone, I think it pays to make the effort. You can take a break from established English rules after you've developed a relationship.


Well you do have a nice ass to spank so what do u enjoy getting spanked with and how long do you enjoy each session to go how red you like


This is a classic example - one run-on sentence (there wasn't actually any punctuation so I suppose it is a run-on phrase) and random use of the letter "u" (that's not a word, even if spell-check doesn't catch it, but what makes it particularly strange is how he also uses the word "you"). On a content note, what is up with the phrase "well you do have a nice ass to spank"? Are you telling me that my only redeeming factor is a great backside or attempting to compliment me? And the rest...really? There is nothing there worth responding to!

This one message was sent with the title "can" - this is important because otherwise the message makes NO sense at all:


i spank you pleeeeze


There are three lessons here: (1) the lowercase letter "i" is not a word either, (2) the title of your message should not be an integral part of the communication, instead, it should give the recipient an idea of what your message is about; and (3) the answer is no, thank you for asking.

This one is a bit better, but it still did not inspire an answer:

I read your entire profile... I'd love to chat. 

Let me get this straight - you've read my ENTIRE profile, and the only thing you have to say is that you would like to chat? There was nothing in my carefully drafted description that inspired your comment or question? Nothing you would like to tell me about yourself?

Next week, I'll cover an exchange that began alright, but soon turned creepy.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Collaborative Fiction - Brittanic Honeymoon part 4

Craig has posted the fourth installment of our collaborative fiction, Brittanic Honeymoon, here. You can find links to all four chapters of the story on my Brittanic Honeymoon page (click the tab above).

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Paradox Play - part 3

Warning: Rated X - this story goes well beyond simple spanking. If you're easily squicked, skip this one! Otherwise, enjoy and remember that it is fantasy, not a script or a suggestion.

I posted the first parts of the story quite some time ago. In reviewing some of my writing, I discovered that I had another two chapters already written and unposted.  If you enjoy this story, you might also like the first two chapters, found here and here.

When he felt her muscles tightening across her tummy, he pulled back, freeing the blindfold as he went.  He took a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back, looking his gaze with hers.  "Not yet," he growled, "Turn over."

She grimaced at him, her eyes pleading and he relented. "Fine, but you had better keep a civil tongue in your head.  You know better than to tell me what to do."  She nodded urgently and he removed the gag.

"Flat on your back, now.  I know it hurts, beautiful, that's the idea.  Legs together and hands at your sides.  Wait, spread your legs for a moment."

He slid something inside her and pushed her legs closed again, positioning the control where he could reach it.  He sat beside her, cupping her breasts in his hands.  After squeezing and manipulating them, enjoying her gasps and squirms as he did so, he considered the pale flesh.  The initial welts had faded, but he was determined to replace them, and more.

He began with a flogger, occasionally changing his aim to let the leather fall on her pussy, but primarily waking up the skin on her breasts.  When the leather struck the clamps, she gasped.  Occasionally, the leather would catch on the clasp, pulling and causing her to moan.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Brittanic Honeymoon (Part 3)


This is the third chapter in my collaboration with Craig. You can read the first chapter here, and the second chapter here.

Alec turned slightly to watch the Port pulling away from the cruise ship, or vice versa, he firmly reminded himself. The Port kept a geosynchronous orbit above Earth; it was the cruise ship that was moving. His hands roamed Kelsey’s pert bottom absently as he took in the view. It would be a fantastic sight from the observation deck.

He was about to suggest that she put her pants back on so that they could move to the observation deck when his fingers encountered the welts on her thighs. They were more pronounced than he had expected, even knowing the intensity of their play the night before. He tipped her further forward so that he could inspect one of the welts more closely, eliciting a startled protest from her.

“These had to have hurt during the trip up here, Kelsey. Why didn’t you say anything?”

She kicked one leg in protest, “It’s supposed to hurt. And it hurts now more now when you, hey! That hurts, I said!”