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Return of the Mindfuck

My birthday was to be a complete surprise. Jewelgen, Ice_Empress, and Winsome_Gypsy had apparently been conspiring for some time to give a dominant sadist the very best birthday possible. I was lead to believe I would be leaving for a weekend away with Jewelgen to a destination unknown. I was instead driven to a local luxury hotel were the other two girls were waiting to help deliver to me a night of service and play.

Nothing had gone unplanned. my favorite food and drink were waiting and the girls beautifully waiting in accenting lingerie. Things started off very relaxing, but of course proceeded to play. There was all that you would expect when a sadist is given free reign with three beautiful women. There was foot worship, Violet Wand play, some fantastic takedown play between Jewelgen and me, as well as some spanking for all.

My harder play attention turned to Winsome_Gypsy as the two other girls watched with glee. I had been spanking her and choking her quite soundly when she began to slip into a beautiful subspace. Then I began playing one of my favorite games with Gypsy. I pulled my folding knife from my pocket and began tracing lines on her back, and then reaching from behind, her front. I have to tell you that Gypsy is terrified of my knife, and especially when it comes to her nipples. Even though she has incredible trust for me, she has a deep seeded fear of losing her nipples. my knife is very sharp, even on the tip, but I am very careful and adept with it. I use it to scratch but never cut deeply. But no matter. It’s mere presence drives Gypsy into a headspace to where she cannot force her own eyes open, even on command, and standing becomes very difficult to her.

I traced lines around her nipples and even caressed her with the sharp side of the blade. All the while standing behind her, reaching around, with my hand on her throat. Breathing hot into her ear. she trembled and begged me not to cut her. I stole a glance at the girls. Their giddy excitement just gave energy to my evil progression. I passed the blade gingerly over her throat, as I held her perfectly steady, so there were no accidents. Gypsy’s sobs filled the room, and I  could truly taste the fear in the air. And then it happened.

I have in the past planned elaborate mindfucks, but this one fell into place in a way that I could have never planned. I looked up at Jewelgen, and it fell into place in an instant. Jewelgen and I have co-topped on more than a few occasions, and it has been remarked on by observers and recipients alike, that we seem to join evil minds. We rarely speak, we nod, or gesture, sometimes it is just a look. I looked at Jewelgen, and she knew instantly what I wanted. she moved quickly to the bathroom and ran warm water to soak a washcloth. she quickly brought it and stood by my side. Gypsy was completely unaware of what was going on, as she was paralyzed with fright. Her eyes locked shut.

I looked at Jewelgen, then pressed the dull side of the knife hard against Gypsy’s throat, and then slid it quickly across with pressure. Jewelgen squeezed the warm water out of the cloth onto Gypsy’s neck. The warm water ran down her tits in a river as Gypsy let out a scream that was appropriate for her murder. She grasped at her throat, knowing that she had been cut and the blood poured down her. “No No” she cried over and over. She was sure I had cut her and her blood was draining her life as she cried.

The continued effect of this mindfuck surprised even me, as I insist that Gypsy open her eyes and see that she had not been cut, but even when she opened her eyes it was obvious that she was surely seeing her own blood on her chest.

I grabbed her tight and told her over and over that she was ok, and just when I thought she understood, she saw the puddle on the nearby bed, and on the floor, and she commented on how the blood would leave a stain. The rest of us could not suppress a laugh. we were not making fun of Gypsy, but the comic break in the tension was unbearable.

I calmed Gypsy and tucked her into bed. She curled into a fetal ball, and sucked her thumb. It was truly a beautiful sight, as I petted her hair as she slipped away into her half sleep, half subspace place. When she was still the two other girls and I relaxed and retraced the the beauty of this incredible impromptu mindfuck scene.

That, my friends is how I spent the celebration of my 45 years on this earth. I hope your next birthday is as enjoyable.

My girl, Winsome_Gypsy has written a companion post to give you a peek at her perspective on this scene. Please, go read it, enjoy it, and leave some fantastic comments

Tags: aftercare, BDSM, Birthday, Blood, Consent, Dominant, Knife, Messy, Mindfuck, Play, Sadist, submissive, Top, Trust

What Makes Me Hot II

A few months ago I wrote a post about my general distaste for erotica and BDSM fiction and at the same time pointed to a short pieced written by @Mollena that I love called What Makes Me Hot. Well I have often on twitter expressed my similar distaste for what I refer to as Tumblr Porn. Tumblr Porn is the oft re-blogged over-produced unrealistic images that are the staple of Tumblr. In my opinion Tumblr has become the Playboy magazine of the micro-blogging world. Images that are contrived and modified to the point of being unrealistic and they certainly do not turn me on, or inspire me as art.

And just when I was ready to write the medium off for good I found the exception. And in my not so humble opinion an

MyNudeSelf - Biter - 23 August 2010

astonishing exception. I am talking about My Nude Self. The personal daily photo blog of Dame Lebeau “aka” @SugarHipsLebeau.

MyNudeSelf - Accidental Vintage Glamour? - 22 August 2010

What makes Dame Lebeau’s blog so special? I thought you’d never ask. In the first place all of the content is original photography by Dame Lebeau herself, and she is her only model. And the photography is exquisite. The lighting, the angles, and the framing are perfect for every shot. Secondly the model is absolutely stunning in facial beauty and in body. Now this is something very unusual for me to say, because I truly do not have a body type., in sie or shape. However I am rapt with the presentation in these photos. And on a more personal note there are certain physical characteristics that fit a very specific kink of mine, but I happily digress.

The thing that has most drawn me to the self presentation of Dame Lebeau though

MyNudeSelf - Stagnation - 18 August 2010

is the fact that she is what can best be described as an alternate presentation of beauty. that is she is tattooed and otherwise not mainstream in her presentation. However and most importantly in my opinion her “Alternate” look is not presented as a fetish or a “peek at the other kind” as the very well known Suicide Girls so often presents. The artists also lets us in on her very best work, not a mass presentation of bulk “Spray and Pray” shots.

Finally the artist has a very unique approach to funding her project. She politely asks for help. How refreshing this is in an environment on the internet of recurring billing for worthy projects, a simple request is so refreshing. So if you enjoy this art as much as I do, please contribute. and tell her Big Poppa sent ya.

Tags: Art, Photography, Sex

What Makes Me Hot

With the sincerest apologies to all of my twitter and blogging friends who write erotica, I don’t like it. It almost always leaves me flat. Now of course there is the occasional exception but in general I find reading erotica to be similar to reading an academic text. No that’s not exactly true, I am kind of fond of academic texts.  But if you write erotica don’t be offended. I think it is me. I have tried to read some of the fiction that is the staple of the BDSM scene and I just get bored. I forced myself to (Warning Blasphemy ahead) read The Story of O, and I barely made it through the first “Beauty” book and even the Marketplace series barely kept my attention.

Now as a qualifier I have to tell you that I am a voracious reader. All kinds of reading material will keep my attention, so what is it about erotica that bores me. I have thought about it carefully and I just don’t know but I just don’t feel it. It usually reminds me of the Tumblr style porn I see every day, all style and no substance. When I read about a sexual situation I want to feel like I am or could be there. I mean that’s the point, right?

Of course it may also be that I judge it against the single hottest 500 words I have EVER read. In late 2008 I had stumbled across one of the most amazing bloggers completely by accident. I had been following @Mollena at The Perverted Negress for a couple of months and was beyond impressed, when I stumbled across FUCKED (Under 500). In her words “Trying out this new thing, seeing if I can pull off telling an (in)decent fucktale in under 500 words. Whaddya think?”

“Don’t move. Don’t fucking move. If you move and you make me come right now I swear to god you’ll make me very angry and I don’t think you want that.” I could hardly breathe as his belt, looped once around my throat buckle cutting into my shoulder pulled tight under my back tail gripped firmly in his hand growing tighter incrementally slowly becoming the focus of my attention as I focused on not moving which was hard. It was hard because his full weight was on me and when he wasn’t threatening me with effulgent glistening stepping-razor violence he was biting me really hard and it isn’t all that easy to focus on not moving about when someone is biting you.

Now I am not gonna give it all to you (I am fanning myself) you are just going have to check it out yourself.

But this is the part that really makes me hard,

I could see and I knew in that moment that yes, he could if he wanted to he could finish me and this moment and I would not struggle at all and this moved me so deeply I started to cry.

That is HOT!! But it is not just that it crawls inside my head and makes me want that moment. The whole essay transports me to the room, to the moment, I smell the sweat and the sex, I can taste the fear and desire. That is how to write a story that makes me hot.

Tags: Erotica, Hot, Mollena