Thursday, March 31, 2016

“What You Really Want”

A Femdom Mind-Control Short Short...

You have no idea what you’re asking for.

This will change everything. We won’t be the same people we are now. Everything will be different.

But that’s what you want, isn’t it?

You want the fantasy. You want the dreams that keep you awake at night. You want me to fill that need deep inside yourself, no matter what it will actually mean for us. Or for you.

Or for me.

I never should have told you about my past, because now you see a chance to have everything you feel you’ve been missing. But I’ve already lived this. I know the reality of what you say you want. I know the consequences of giving your mind to someone else, and what having that kind of control can do to a person.

I know what having that kind of power did to me, before.

You think that I’m strong, but I’m not. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, not again.

I would own you. I would use you. I would do things you can’t even imagine, and you would worship instead of love me. No one would be able to save you.

And no one would be able to save me. Not from myself. Not this time.

But that’s what you really want, isn’t it?

Tell me that’s what you really want.

Tell me.

...From Succubus 2.0.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

“Dominatrix Breakroom”: Episode One

One of my favorite webseries, Dominatrix Breakroom (Episode One, “All I Ever Wanted”):

More episodes here.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Formative Kink Fail: “Bewitched”

A gorgeous witch who has supernatural powers yet still chooses to marry a dorky mortal with no charisma? I so should have been there with Bewitched...

...But Elizabeth Montgomery’s Samantha was just so unrelentingly wholesome. And her mother, Endora, scared the be-JESUS out of young me...

Getting back to Elizabeth Montgomery, I had already realized my attraction to strong, powerful, and even dangerous women. (Julie Newmar, as Catwoman, had indoctrinated me well.) So I was constantly hoping, as I watched those late-afternoon Bewitched repeats, for something more like this...

...or this...

...while what I generally got was this...

Samantha’s cousin, Serena, did give me some hope. Was she the magical, unpredictable vixen I truly wanted to see? Even an undercurrent would have rocked my pre-teen, edge-of-puberty world. But Serena was more free-spirit hippie than Femdom sorceress, as if Endora had somehow crossed Mary Tyler Moore with Rhoda Morgenstern...

...or conjured up Grace Slick without her White Rabbit...

So Bewitched was a frustrating experience (and not in the good way) for the young, emerging kinkster that was me. And probably for a lot of other kinksters of a certain age as well.

Don’t even get me started on that remake with Will Ferrell, either.

Friday, March 25, 2016

When Good Role Plays Break Bad

At least in my own experience, role plays tend to go sour for one of four reasons:

1) One of the participants takes the canon of your setting and characters way too seriously.

2) The neighbors refuse to cooperate.

3) The giggles.

4) The role play itself is too close to what one of the participants actually does for a living. Like this:

I’ve been guilty of “pulling a Schrader” once or twice myself, I will admit. And I know what the other side feels like, too.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Fifteen Years Later...

...and I still feel like this guy whenever my wife walks into a room.

Even with the inevitable hard times and the problems, with more kink or with less kink, I am a lucky man...though hopefully a bit more sane than Mr. Nygma here...

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Formative Kink: “Fantastic Voyage”

Fantastic Voyage was the ultimate Saturday afternoon movie for the young me. A Cold War story with dark European streets. A secret, underground military base housing not just a laboratory, but a superscience laboratory. A miniaturized submarine and crew injected into an injured defector to remove a blood clot in his brain. A ticking clock. That distinctively Leonard Rosenman score, because I already had a thing for film soundtracks even then. The great Donald Pleasance, who I will still watch in anything.

And, best of all, Raquel Welch... a wet suit...

...attacked by constricting antibodies...

Not only did this scene push my bondage button—and my monstrous tentacle/killer plant fetish, which survives to this day—this may have been the first time my budding switch-hood made itself known. Earlier women in peril, or bondage, had given me a charge, yes, but more in a vanilla, “she’s so hot” kind of way. This, though, was something else enitrely.

I found myself torn between wanting to have those antibodies wrapped around and mummifying myself, and wanting to one of those men who were trying (hopefully in vain) to pull them off. Or, better yet, to somehow have control over a bodily dungeon of kinky immunosystem restraints, capturing and then toying with any shapely, miniaturized lab assistant who unwisely ventured my way.

I finally picked up a copy of the film on DVD a few years ago, on a double-feature disc that also included Irwin Allen’s Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea. Watching the whole film again, after so many years, it held up surprisingly well. But before that, I cued up the antibody scene.

Several times.

As a kink-charged experience, it held up surprisingly well, too, all those years later.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Friday, March 18, 2016

Pop Quiz: The NiteFlirt-Twitter Findom-Shout Complex

Choose the answer that best completes the following sentence: “Someone on Twitter just...”

A) ...received a tribute.

B) ...received a nice tribute.

C) ...received a hot tribute.

D) ...received a tribute and smiled.

E) ...received a tribute and got wet.

F) ...was made a favorite.

G) ...received another tribute.

H) ...received a sexy tribute.

I) ...received a sexy cash tribute.

J) ...received a $exy cash tribute.

K) ...received a $$$ cash tribute.

L) ...sold a hot file set.

M) ...received yet another tribute.

N) ...received a juicy tribute.

O) ...received a huge tribute.

P) ...received a fat tribute.

Q) ...received a phat tribute.

R) ...finished a call is ready for a tribute.

S) ...signed off but can still receive your tribute.

T) ...received a fat stack of bitcoin tribute.

U) ...offered to turn off her shouts...for a large enough tribute.

(Hint: Only #hopeless #losers need hints!)

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Bow to the Meme

or, “Your Typical Baiting Fetlife Rant About, You Know, Those People, Who Are Nothing At All Like The Ranter... Really...”

Honestly, I cannot believe how many people here are unaware of the Overgeneralized StereotypeTM meme. It’s like they’re all still on dial-up or something. But even so, the Internet’s not that big a place, is it? It’s like they’re actively avoiding all my favorite websites, which just proves my point about Internet culture. Get a cable modem and more free time, people!

And what’s with these people acting like I made up this meme I posted? It’s a meme! But just because I use it in a journal entry to make my point doesn’t mean I should have to defend it! Besides, if it weren’t true, then it wouldn’t even be a meme. That’s how memes happen, because they’re true, which is why you can believe them. Not like that whole “It’s true ‘cause it’s in the Bible” thing, which is completely different. So keep your dogma away from me! I’m thinking for myself here! (With memes!)

And what’s with these people expecting me to be clear in my journal writing? It’s my journal. I can be murky if I want. I am so sick of Society and its Expectations that writers be clear in their wording, just so readers can know what the writer is actually trying to say. I don’t play that game, Society! Besides, it’s a meme! So what if it may actually confuse many readers about what I’m really trying to say, or they don’t even know that it’s a meme? They should Google it, in case it might be a meme, and not expect me to make my point in any clear and cogent manner. But again, that just proves my point about Internet culture. (What’s this? Another form rejection? Clueless editors who can’t read! Somebody ought to start a meme!)

Okay, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten quite as many Love It’s and comments—especially offended comments—if I’d only changed a word or two in the name of the meme. Maybe the name really is kind of broad and needlessly scoops up a whole bunch of decent people, too. Then again, if they really were decent people, they’d agree with me! So there! No rewrites, nitpickers! First draft is the best draft! Besides, don’t you know being offended is my thing? And there’s just so much to be offended by here on Fetlife. I can spend hours logged in, just sitting here being offended, especially by the widespread ignorance regarding memes, which is damn near medieval on this site. You can’t change a meme, people! Because if you do, then it’s no longer a meme. It’s just an overgeneralized stereotype, which is hurtful and insensitive. I hate stereotypes, and Fetlife is just full of them. It’s so offensive! But with the Overgeneralized StereotypeTM, it’s no longer offensive and hurtful, it’s a meme, and therefore valid and awareness-raising! Those Initial Caps and that superscript TM really do make all the difference. Besides, the people who already know about the Overgeneralized StereotypeTM and agree with it might not know what I’m talking about if I just start throwing around one more overgeneralized stereotype stated in my own words, right? And those are the people I’m really writing for. I mean, I just don’t get what everyone else is doing here anyway. Fetlife used to be so great before all these other people started filling up the place with their offensive stereotypes and not-okay kinks, am I right? I mean, come on! Stop doing it all wrong, people!

Yeah, better I just put up with all the offended comments from people who Don’t Get It (hey, that should be a meme!), or who actually do see my point in general but think I’m intentionally Stirring The Pot (another meme!) by pushing it all way too far. I mean, sometimes you need to Stir The PotTM to bring the unpleasant truth up to the surface. Otherwise, how can you show everyone else that you’re right and they’re wrong? Like that time with the neighbor’s dog. Sure, it always acted nice when its owners were around, and even when they weren’t. It had the entire neighborhood fooled, but not me. So I poked it. And I kept on poking, until that dog finally showed its true colors and bit me. That was when I learned Truth Hurts (another one! look at me!), but it also just proved my point about dog culture. Yes, the neighbors did offer to build a bigger and better fence to keep me out of their yard, and even one without holes to keep me from poking their dog at all hours of the day and night, but that just proved my point about suburban culture. Weren’t they just awful, treating me with all that fake concern and respect? Nobody knows the First World Problems I’ve seen.

Man, I really hate Dog OwnersTM. And people who can’t see other human beings as individuals and just slot them into stereotypes instead.

What’s this? Another comment? Clueless readers, how many times do I have to tell them it’s not a stereotype, it’s a meme?!

Monday, March 14, 2016

A Conversation About Watching Porn

My Wife: What are you doing?

Me: Don’t come in here!

Her: Why? Are you watching porn?

Me: You’re supposed to be in the other room writing slash fiction!

Her: Walter White and Jesse Pinkman can wait. Let me see what you’re watching.

Me: This is my man-cave time! Don’t—

Her: Come on! Let me see!

Me: No! I—

Her: Ooooooooooo. That is really hot.

Me: Oh, for crying out—

Her: What? You really think I’m going to be upset? How long have we been together?

Me: No, I just... I mean... Oh, hell. I admit it. I kind of get off the idea that you’re going to get really, really pissed if you catch me, and that I’m in here doing something really, really bad.

Her: A role play! I can do that!

Me: (pause) Really?

Her: Really. Let me go out and come back in again.

Me: And you’ll be angry this time?

Her: Really angry. Just wait.

Me: God, I love you. Give me a minute, though. I need to cue the video back up to the good part...

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Fetish Rewrite II

When Your Partner Doesnt Get Your Role Play: “No! No! No! You need to JUMP into the room! Like you were FLYING!

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Formative Kink: “Devil’s Planet”

There was a time when I thought this was the most breathtaking, dangerously button-pushing Femdom footage that I would ever see:

In my defense, I was 12 at the time.

I had already had a few “Formative Kink” experiences before this episode of Space: 1999 aired, but “Devil’s Planet” was something different. Julie Newmar had sometimes carried a whip as Catwoman on Batman, but these women actually used them. (Sort of.) A lot. (Also sort of.) And Diana Rigg while had exposed me to various shades of Femdom couture as Emma Peel on The Avengers, this was seriously hard-frakkin’-core, man.

For a 12-year-old.

In the 1970s.

“Devil’s Planet” had it all. Spaceships. Space Amazons. Space Prison Play. A Space Amazon Wardeness who used her inmates for her own pleasures. Rebellious Space Subbies who needed a Good Sci-Fi Whipping. Sure, they weren’t exactly the MordSith from Legend of the Seeker, but what was back then? (Or now, unfortunately?)

So my young eyes were glued to the TV, deathly afraid that my mother would walk in and recognize the dirty, shameful secret I was finally, truly discovering that very hour. Because I wanted to be there, on that moon they still for some reason called a planet, under their heels and their whips and their ponytails coming out of whatever those fake gold helmet-like things they were wearing really were.

And I still do, even today. I just might need a few minutes to stop giggling, and get back into that feeling I understand so well today but was only just beginning to recognize back then, let alone grapple with.

Time to go watch the full episode on YouTube...

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

A Kinkster Couple Goes Out to Dinner

My Wife (looking down at her ever-present iPhone): “Ooooo, look! An article about which anal lubes are most desensitizing!”

Me: “Inside voice!”

Monday, March 7, 2016

Mr. Carson, Dungeon Monitor

With Downton Abbey itself now a piece of history, my favorite character, Mr. Carson, will undoubtedly be seeking a new position. Personally, I think he would make the greatest dungeon monitor ever...

I would pay good money to have a scene of mine stopped, just once, by him...

Friday, March 4, 2016

Found on My Hard Drive

I am a notorious and unrepentant right-clicker. An image pushes my kink buttons, I right-click. An image makes me laugh, I right-click.

Right-click, save. Right-click, save. Right-click, right-click, right-click, repeat.

Which means I have hundredsif not thousandsof unsorted images in various folders on my hard drive, many of which I end up completely forgetting about until I stumble across them again while looking for something else entirely.

Like this one:

I'd love to give credit to the original photographer, or the blog, Tumblr, Instagram, or Twitter account where I found this, if I could only remember. (I am a kinkster of a certain age, after all.)

Either way, thank you, whoever you were. Because you've made my day twice now, first then (whenever that was) and again today.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

The Birth—and Death—of a Kick-Ass Role Play

The Birth of a Kick-Ass Role Play:

1) Realizing that after two weeks, you and your wife finally have a shot at "couple time."

2) The day before, having a detailed scenario pop into your head that pushes all of your collective marital buttons.

3) The day of, discovering that you both have every single thing on your wish lists for the ultra-realistic costumes required.

4) Spending two days eagerly awaiting the chance to relive the kind of role play fun you both enjoyed when first dating each other.

5) Having not just another writer as your partner, but a better writer as your partner.

The Death of a Kick-Ass Role Play:

1) Early on, the computer playing the necessary music experiencing some kind of driver conflict, and the sound dying, abruptly and completely. Of course, this happens at a point when neither of you can stop to fix it without breaking character and utterly destroying the mood and headspace you've just spent so much time carefully creating.

2) Having the wanna-be DJ who lives in the apartment belowand who has informed you of the exact retail price for every single item in his apartment, as if you really caredstart a screaming fight with his wife directly underneath you. Or at least, you think it's a screaming fight. You can't say for sure, because their normal speaking volume is the volume of a screaming fight in your own WASP-ish experience.

3) During this argument/conversation, having the wanna-be DJ's kids inexplicably fire up the Xbox 360 (he overpaid), which like the family's massive big-screenand big-speakeredTV just happens to be located in the bedroom directly beneath you rather than in the living room, which instead is a rarely used sitting room/parlor filled with furniture for which you unfortunately know the exact retail price of every single piece (he overpaid).

4) While still trying not to break character, thumping the floor with your boot, which instead of delivering the intended message to the apartment below is somehow misinterpreted by everyone down there as a slight/insult/diss delivered by someone else in that room, and which then has the unintended consequence of the kids now screaming back at their still-screaming parents, as well as several unidentifiable thumps and bangs and thuds now shaking their ceiling/your floor.

5) Once you and your wife finally resign yourselves and give up, the entire downstairs apartment, of course, goes utterly quiet. And stays that way for the rest of the night.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Fetish Rewrite

 “Sure, we could arrest him, and then bleed our budget on the inevitable trial and appeals. Or, I could just stash him in my cabin and punish him myself. For the taxpayers, of course...”