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Testicle Torments
Madame Cane on tormenting a man’s most vulnerable bodypart:
Using my first and second finger, flicking his balls from all angles. Kicking is probably the most fun for me. Ballbusting can be done with or without shoes, and wearing shoes can definitely reinforce my authority, but I personally enjoy ballbusting barefoot the most. To me it is more of an intimate act with skin to skin contact. Also, I can better control pressure barefoot, building up from light, pleasant bumping to grimace inducing impacts. His upper body jerks forward, and the sounds that are forced from him make me smile.
A Carefully Planned Scene
I can’t help but admire anyone - not just a dominant woman - with the creativity and energy of Mz Carmen:
It required on my part, preparation (eg: looking a Chinese water torture device) getting the right uniforms for all involved, discussions with her, her Master and Amo and basically test driving the device to see if it would work at all. (Yeah that meant me under the drip mechnaism to see how long it would take me to finally want out) To interrogation methods research. As you can see a lot of work and mentally energy was put into that scene in order to have it work the way I wanted it to.
I know some people want everything to be spontaneous but some events can’t be achieved that way. And the experience and memories are surely worth the effort.
The well planned scene vs spur of the moment.
A Novel Use for Vibrating Nipple Clamps
I have a male masochist’s deep and abiding love for having my penis and testicles weighted, clamped, kicked, etc. So naturally I enjoyed Teppycat’s story of exploring it:
Then I remembered I have a set of vibrating nipple clamps in my toybag. I didn’t attach them to T.’s nipples. I just clamped them to different parts of the cord around his cock and balls. They’re bulky (for nipple clamps) and heavy-ish (ditto), so at first all I did was lift them up and let them fall, repeatedly.
Then I turned them on.
I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize that they were vibrating nipple clamps when I attached them to the cord. (I doubt he was thinking very clearly — or in any linear fashion — at that point.) So suffice it to say that when I turned them on, it was one HELL of a surprise.
Long Distance Repentence
Some men enjoy long distance domination. The Erotic and Sensual Humiliation Newsletter is made for those guys. This extract is from inflicting punishment on yourself for past misbehavior:
Of course you will be naked for this entire assignment. Take the marker or the lipstick and write the words: “I am sorry Miz Ava” across your belly. And while you are writing these words, I want you to be thinking about what it was you did wrong and be sincerely apologetic in your mind and heart. Then repeat the words: “I must repent” ten times after you’ve marked your stomach.
For the next five minutes I would like you to be on your knees—but do not sit on your feet or ankles when you kneel. In other words, you should be kneeling upright. Hands are behind your head now, and focus on your wrongdoing. Why are you so unruly? What do you gain from misbehaving? How could you learn to be a better person?
Psychological Sadism
There are two interesting things about this post of Aradia’s.
Many dominnat women use the level of the male’s erection to judge how excited he is. It is never that simple.
I am also a psychological Sadist and have finally made whore’s penis afraid to get an erection. That’s right, his penis is afraid of Me, and the pain that it will receive during a session, so it stays flaccid. Personally I find this amusing as hell.
Her humilation of him does not diminish her respect:
When it boils down to the bare bones, I have not lost My respect for whore. If anything, him being able to take the humiliation I dish out and be grateful for it, makes Me respect him more. Not many men would be able to handle this kind of humiliation.
Erotic Humiliation
(This is by my pal, Angela St. Lawrence.)
At least sometimes.
While we will be getting to Romantic Humiliation presently, let’s start here: If you’re not familiar with Erotic Humiliation as a subdivision of Female Domination, well you just might be missing something. Remember the Golden Rule of Kink: He who fucks with glass condoms shouldn’t throw stones. (Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it. Or even if you have.)
Before you get yourself worked into some superior kink-tizzy, let me tell you something: I did not come to Erotic Humiliation easily nor with any willingness to even learn about it. Even lil’ me has been rejected by a lover or two and I just couldn’t get my head or heart around inflicting (what I perceived as) emotional pain upon another human being. This was not domination to my then way of thinking–this was some warped version of meritless and pointless abuse; a bizarre, convoluted circumstance of reverse misogyny.
But a most interesting thing began happening with my gentlemen submissives. Their fantasies were evolving. For while they still craved and appreciated my tried and true verbal counsel to take my strap-on up their asses, worship my cunt, suck large cocks, wear my panties, submit to cuckolding, and so much more, they now wanted me to escalate the rush with name calling, sneering, spitting and even public embarrassment. They wanted to HEAR their domination and many times even yearned for others to witness it.
And guess what? Once I tried it, I was hooked. I fell in love with the entire game of it. After all I am and always have been since I was knee high to a grasshopper, first and foremost, a woman of words. So I jumped right into the filthy world of FemDom Mud Slinging, where the Goddess, interestingly enough, always stays spotless. Since then, I’ve been–with that specialized group of callers–dishing out verbal venom in spades and even clubs, hearts and diamonds.
In fact, I’ve been so enthusiastic and defensive in regard to these particular fantasies that I was tapped by Gracie Passette to write about them (Erotic Humiliation is not an Oxymoron) for Sex Kitten Presents the BDSM Issue. (Mention this article the next time we talk –Month of May, 2007 ONLY, 15 MINUTE MINIMUM– and I will send you a complimentary copy. Or just bite the bullet and buy the book already. Geeze!)
So everything was fine. I was hissing and insulting and smirking and mocking and ridiculing and dragging all their (small, always small) dicks through the mud when a new species of humiliation junkies began emerging from the primordial swill. Evolution, once again, dontcha know?
First a smattering: one here or there, then two, then three, four…Then more: Showing up on the doorstep of my virtual dungeon with their submissive tails between their legs, BUT with their hearts on their sleeves, stars in their eyes and bearing chocolates, flower bouquets, diamond rings and even wedding bands. They wanted to be loved and adored and treasured and cherished by–and many times even married to–the very same girl who was going to kick their psychological asses.
And who better for the task? Giggle.
Make no mistake about it: Erotic Humiliation and Romantic Humiliation are not one and the same. Erotic humiliation is edgier, crueler and inflicted in a cold, even haughty, manner. The Mistress or Princess or Goddess usually exhibits very little emotional connection to her victim. If she does reveal any affection, it is more along the lines of what someone would show toward a favorite pet. This occurs more often with the Princess type of Erotic Humiliation fantasies, which is perfectly understandable if you consider the obvious dynamics involved when an oft-times older man is obeisant to a young and usually immature but charmingly bratty Princess.
With Romantic Humiliation there is commonly a deep love and respect shared by the Dominant and Submissive. The wife or girlfriend values and even cherishes her loved one’s intelligence, sense of humor, devotion and other redeeming, even desired, qualities. Unfortunately, despite their emotional commitment to each other, the man just cannot deliver the goods when it comes to the sexual part of their relationship.
And being his best buddy and soul mate, this woman has no choice but to continually, yet very gently and lovingly, remind him of his inadequacy. Otherwise he might forget or pretend differently, which could cause him all sorts of problems. And, after all, honesty is the best policy–particularly between two people who love each other. Right?
Ahem.
Some examples? Sure, why not?
- Darling Frank. Please Honey. Don’t try to rub that flaccid thing on me. You know you can’t sustain an erection for any length of time and you’ll just end up frustrated. And I hate seeing you like that.. Why don’t you put it away for now?
- Now what are you doing? Looking at pornography again? Baby, what do you plan on doing with that little hard-on? There is no possible way you can satisfy me or any woman with your little wee wee. We’ve discussed it time an again, Aaron. Why look at those huge cocks servicing all those beautiful girls? It will just upset you. Now come over to the chair and I’ll let you rub it on my foot for a little bit. That will make you feel better.
- Carl, darling. Come sit by me; I have something to talk to you about. This isn’t going to be easy, Angel, and I want you to know that I say it because I love you with all of my heart. Remember when the pool boy was here the other day? And he had on those tight spandex shorts? You were watching him through the window and all of a sudden you got an erection. And I have to say, my love, that it was stiffer than any erection you’ve ever had when you were fucking me. You do know that, don’t you? You wanted to suck his cock, didn’t you?
- Oh, Joseph, do you need to ejaculate again? How can those little peanuts of yours fill up so fast? I guess because they’re so tiny. When I think about Tyson and how full and hard those big black balls get right before he pumps his load into me… Well, there simply is no comparison. Go get your cum cup and I’ll jerk you off into it. Okay? Would you like that, sweetie? Then we can go out to dinner and a movie.
- Honey, you can hump me through my panties, but hurry up. You know that Sarah and I are going shopping for shoes. It’s so cute when you squirt your little goo goo on them. While you are doing that, I am going to call Sarah. You just go right ahead. Hello, Sarah? Of course you can come over now. Robert was just, well, you know! I’ll hurry him up. It never takes him long anyway. Just a little squirt and he’s done.
So, do you kinda-sorta get the picture?
If you’re an intrigued female just dying to give this a whirl, I would advise that you don’t try this at home, unless your lover/husband/boyfriend has been forewarned–because while it can be extremely hot, all parties need to know the game rules. And guess what? I do believe there is a very real chance that said loved one might actually surprise you with his enthusiasm.
And if you’re a guy reading this who’s suddenly found the room sweltering and you had to loosen your collar? Silly Wabbit, what are you waiting for? Give me a call, why dontcha?
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Face Slapping Fetish
A few sample extracts:
I have yet to meet a woman unwilling to slap me across the face if I request it. I love, love the sound! I also love the sheer haughty look of the woman as she slaps me.. Who says this treatment need be cruel?! I have been on my knees before many a gorgeous woman who smiles, yes smiles,as she methodically pulls back her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Never ever slap me in real life, but in fantasy life it is the most sexy way to be teased by a woman.
Anyone who enjoys having their face slapped usually has a big need for it. I am sorry your wife will not oblige. Maybe there is a way that she will…I would work on that within my main relationship….however, if you must act out this fantasy, with or without your wife, I suggest hiring an escort and exploring your fetish commercially in the privacy of a hotel room. “open-minded”, “Will fulfill all fantasies”, these are buzz words that you may find on escort websites that suggest that a woman would be open minded to being dominant with you and not looking at you as if you are from Mars when you request a slapping. And believe me, the escort will have great fun with you once she realizes you do not want sex, and once she sees how much you enjoy getting slapped…Good Luck
Is it illegal? No. Is it immoral? No. Is it abusive? Not if there is consent… I would say stop feeling like a bad person, life is too short to be so judgemental of oneself…Accept that you have an “alternative” turn-on and pursue it with like-minded people. If you don’t wear who you are with pride then it really will filter into other areas of your life that you may not want…Think gay person who stays in the closet…think of all the shame and guilt this person feels at not being who they are.
Once I realized the erotic potential for me of experiencing erotic pain (not painful pain such as a broken arm!), I was free to not experience pain in other areas of my life. Sex transforms…I am so confident of who I am that I merely tell my girlfriend of the moment that she play with my fantasies, be it faceslapping or whatever,or that we are incompatible.
Be who you are. Do not feel bad about your pleasures. But if you do feel bad, hey, isn’t that the best sex anyway…the kind where you feel a little naughty???
Remember, if you ask your girlfriend to slap you around, at worst she will say no and you can look for someone more to your liking…at best, she will slap you!! Good luck.
Because I love having my face slapped so much, I married a teacher (15 years my senior) who takes great pleasure in giving me a really good clouting. Though my wife is extremely strict in the classroom, she finds it frustrating not to be able to slap pupils who sorely need it. Hence, on some evenings after work - to relieve her frustrations - she will act out a strict teacher / naughty pupil fantasy with me. We have even converted one of our bedrooms into a mock classroom conplete with school desk and blackboard. Typically, she will have me sit in my school desk and have me learn by heart a piece of pornographic poetry or prose and wait for her. When she enters in her best headmistress atire, she will have me stand and recite the poetry or prose for her. She will then find fault with my level of knowlegde and advise me that I am to be punished. She will typically drag me by the ear to the front of the classroom and have me kneel in front of her with my hands behind my back. She will have me look straight ahead at her eyes as she swings her arm back and brings down her beautiful hand with some force across my cheek. The beautiful sount of the slap - almost like a shot out of a gun - more than compensates for the pain in my cheek. My wife is able to slap equally well with both hands - and always manages to give me two very hot and rosy cheeks. Our face slapping sessions often go on for up to half an hour. Often times my wife gives me such a clouting that I pass out from a combination of sheer pleasure and pain. Afterwards, my wife confirms just how much sheer pleasure she derives from giving me such a severe clouting. She maintains it gets rid of all her classroom frustrations and helps her face the next day in school with renewed vigour and resolve. Often times after having a thoroughly pleasurable face slapping session with me, my wife will give me an evening’s “detention”. She will assign me a lengthy written punishment - usually a few hundred lines and several pages of poetry or prose to write out for her. I will then have to spend the remainder of the evening in our mock classroom writing out the punishment work for her, while she enjoys a pleasant evening out with the girls. She regards this as the perfect end to the evening.
Face slapping gives me a powerful kick in my Domming. I reserved it for special well deserved occasions. Humiliation having a strong bond to the face slapping. I remember using the face of a slave for slapping back and forth at the moment of my cuming while I rode his penis, while he whimpered not being able to cum and almost loosing his control..almost. or the slave that couldn’t help but lust, while looking at other women watching them jog, or looking at long legs on a skimpy shorts. If I caught him looking I would slap him right at the moment. If he did, and I din’t know, he would come to me and confess. I would ask him to assume the position and while kneeling his hands behind his head, face pushed outward, take off his glasses and submit….such pleasures. After having my time slapping him he will bow to kiss my hand and thank me for slapping his smut face and show him his place, with his face below my foot.
From: Face Slapping
Total Power Exchange for a Day
While most people aren’t really cut out for a 24/7 lifestyle F/m relationship there’s always the possibility of enjoying TPE for a day or two:
“Total power exchange” for a day or two for us, means that from the moment we both awake, I decide (dictate?) everything we do, including his daily living and personal care things…. what he wears, eats, does (and when). He asks before doing anything, including using the bathroom, and generally is at my feet until I tell him what to do. Some parts of the day may look very normal, except for all the permission-asking and permission-giving (and all the grinning!). Some parts of the day may look more bizarre (to the vanilla onlooker), for example, if I have him do chores naked, do corner time, engage in pet-like behavior, receive spankings, or other BDSM treats.
Keeping this up for an entire day is more intense than it sounds. We experience different feelings about it as the day goes on. It can be a roller coaster or a Ferris wheel (never a kiddie-train), depending on our states of mind going in. It is always different.
We feel our dominant-submissive roles during a TPE day more intensely than normal, which is the whole point. …
More Extended BDSM Play
For me duration is a barrier that I’d like to push at. For me BDSM has proven to be a part of my romantic life and I’d like to see how many variations we can explore. It is also pure pleasure and there’s no shame in wanting more of that. And mind altering - not to lay too much stress on that - and I can’t help but wondering what longer experiences would feel like.
A Thought Experiment
But I don’t want to discuss this in terms of myself particularly. More as a detached weighing of possibilities.
Boy in a Bag
YesssMistress has left her boy locked up in a body bag while she’s gone to run errands:
I was worried he’d be too hot or start to freak out so I left messages on the voice mail that I knew he could hear. “This is your Mistress… I’ll be home soon. I’ll bet you have a boner.” My concerns were totally unnecessary. He could not have been happier. I came home and he was all tied up, gag had fallen to the side of his mouth and he was sound asleep snoring like a friggin’ freight train. I could hear the snoring as soon as I opened the front door and when I walked into the bedroom and saw him laying, mouth wide open, there snoring, ball gag laying to the side… I I had to run back out into the living room to have myself a good laugh so I wouldn’t wake him up.