All Your Femdom Are Belong to Us

For a while, I’ve been considering joining one of the big bdsm sites out there like alt or collarme. One thing is holding me back: unrealistic assbuckets who don’t know what bdsm is like in real life.

In the local scene, all my friends take a very realistic approach to bdsm. We experience it. We know what it’s like, and we work it into our lives.

Online, it’s different. People are obsessed with d/s. Some “dominant” women online expect a sub to jump through all sorts of pointless hoops just for the supposed privilege of talking with them. Huge egos are common.

They often expect that the sub will have a housework fetish; if not, then he’s not “really” submissive. So many of these supposedly dominant women try to use d/s as an excuse to justify their own personal laziness and greed. They don’t realize that there’s a difference between “dominant woman” and “lazy, conceited, selfish twat”. Lots of them have an unrealistic gorean expectation that the sub will be “on” most (if not all) of the time, and that all they have to do is sit back and make their desires known. Don’t contribute. Don’t dominate. Don’t make an effort. After all, he’s submissive, making effort is his responsibility.

Rather than adding bdsm to a loving relationship, they sometimes try to eliminate the loving foundation and base it on “I’m dominant, you’re submissive. So we do things my way.” That just doesn’t work for a long-term relationship.

It’s not just the doms though. There’s the whole “subbier-than-thou” attitude exhibited by many. The constant one-upmanship is an ineffectual attempt at impressing the doms. These guys are constantly trying to gain ground at the expense of others. Contrast that with the local scene, where subs (well, everyone, really) try to help and support each other. The subs see it as a cutthroat competition. And the doms often foster that attitude since it benefits them.

I’m a pessimistic bastard. I realize this. And I’m sure there are a lot of quality people out there who know what bdsm is like in an actual in-the-flesh relationship. But the number of overly idealistic role-players out there make me wonder if it’s worth it to join a site like that.

Partially Planned Pee Play

I realize that posting about scenes can help bring in more readers.  The problem is that, being single, I play with friends, and I don’t want to keep asking them for permission to post about our scenes.  I think that might make them less likely to want to play in the future.

One person has given me carte blanche to post about whatever we do.  She rocks muchly.  We’ll call her A.

What follows is a legendary tale from long long ago, in a galaxy far far away.

A and I had been talking about doing some watersports for months.  She had no experience with this and had trouble working up the nerve to try it, even though she really wanted to.  I’d done WS in a previous relationship, but it’s been about two years since then.

At a party, I was standing near the doorway of a room with 3 or 4 friends, having a conversation.  There were others scattered throughout the room and in the next rooms as well, just talking.  (The playing was going on in other areas of the house.)  A came in and stood across from me in this little circle of people and handed me her cup, which was almost empty.  She said something, but I only heard the last word, “drink”.  So I asked what kind she wanted.  She shook her head a little and said more firmly, “Drink.”  There was about two inches of liquid in the bottom of the cup, and that’s when I realized it was warm.  And golden.  My stomach sank.  No one noticed this little exchange; they just kept going with their conversation.  I pulled the cup up to my mouth and smelled……sure enough, it was her piss.  I took some into my mouth and noticed that she was staring at me rather intensely, with a slight smirk.  When I swallowed, I tried not to show my disgust, since we were standing in a circle with others.  As I swallowed, she let out an amazingly cruel laugh while watching me.  Yowza that was hot!  I took another drink.  Then she moved over near me and took the cup from my hand before walking away.  Thinking that she was going to dump it out (even though I’d only finished half) I breathed a sigh of relief, since it was over.
About 10-20 seconds after, she came back and handed me the cup again, with her piss still remaining in it.  My stomach sank all over again when she handed it back to me.  Turns out she wanted me to think it was over, and did that just to mess with my head.  (and it worked rather well 🙂 )  Two more drinks and it was gone.  By this point, I was quite hard, and stayed that way for about ten minutes.  So disgusting, yet so hot.  The whole experience caught me totally off guard, since I assumed our first time doing WS would be in private, not in the presence of others.  They had no idea this happened at all, even though we did it right in front of them.

I knelt and kissed her feet later as I thanked her…………never thought I’d thank anyone for making me drink their piss.

For me, WS is like many other things in bdsm in that it carries a dual nature.  I love it and I hate it.  It turns me on, yet I want it to stop.  My brain was thinking “eww yick blech” but my cock contradicted that by staying hard.  We’ve only done piss play one time since then (about two years ago) but she recently hinted at doing it again sometime.  That feeling of something hanging over my head is über sexy.

Happy Scripted Romance Day!

I normally don’t celebrate VD, but I thought I’d make an exception here.  Nothing says “romance” quite like a bunch of flowers jammed into some guy’s urethra.

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Wicked Weekend

We got back from Winter Wickedness yesterday.  It was an awesome time.  About 20 people from the local scene went, and we shared a lot of laughs. Especially on the drive home, when we were all giddy from fun and lack of sleep.

I was in two awesomely hot scenes, both with awesomely hot local women, as well as some sexilicious fun with someone I’d just met.  There were a few other women I didn’t know who I wanted to approach about playing, but a couple of them just disappeared, one turned out to be a sub, and another I just wussed out on.  Still, I had an amazing time.

I had hoped Passional would be vending there, since I really want this shirt.  But they weren’t there.  I may order online, but I strongly prefer to try things on before buying.  Especially expensive things.

There were a few protestors outside.  Literally.  There were three.  All the windows were masked off, so we had no worries.  They couldn’t come on the property without the cops being called, and security was tight.  The hotel staff really went above and beyond.  The event even made the local news, and I’m assuming the protestors were the ones who tipped off the news stations.  But the protestors accomplished the opposite of what they were trying for- they didn’t shut us down, and they gave the event free advertising.  They may have even given a few people the realization that they aren’t alone in their kinky desires, that there are groups of us out there, being kinky and having awesomely hot times.

I’d definitely recommend checking this event out if you’re in the area.

I’m Off…

…to Winter Wickedness.  Watch the place for me while I’m gone, wouldya?

Ow.

My butt hurts.

It was a good weekend.