Blogs, journals, diaries by folks engaged in some aspect of M/f D/s, DD as lifestyle or play

Polyamorously Perverse is not a BDSM blog. But it is a very fine sex blog focusing on polyamory. And poly and kink often seem to come hand in hand.

The sample extract is from an essay on arranging a male-female-male get together:

Is there a particular physical type or age or race? Unless she’s specifically told you “I want a guy with a foot-long dick,” cock size is overrated and isn’t something you should even worry about. A guy with average endowments who can perform in a group is preferable to some “stud” who doesn’t know how to please a lady. And if he turns out to be TOO big, well, do I have to connect the dots?

Because you’re looking for a guy to please HER, not himself.

Polyamorously Perverse

Originally posted 2007-08-14 23:57:30.

Slut writes about the importance of enforced chastity in her D/s relationship:

Orgasm denial is important to me for a few reasons. The first and foremost reason is that it is something Sir requires of me. It’s important to me to keep any commitment that I make to Sir. The rule that I am not allowed to cum without permission is especially important to me because it was the first one Sir gave to me. It holds a special meaning for me because even before we agreed to be seriously dating he had given me the rule that was standard for him to give in the beginning of a long term D/s relationship. That meant a lot to me then as it still does now.

My orgasm denial is the foundation on which everything else has been built. If I were to purposefully break that rule that would be an indication to me that I am unable to submit to Sir in the way that he requires. Being in denial is a persistent reminder of who maintains control in our relationship. It’s also a persistent reminder that I am his and that pleasure is his to give or withhold as he wishes. I really can’t imagine, nor would I want it to be any other way. I like that this is something I’ve only ever given to Sir. That it’s part of me that no one else has had.

Sir and Slut

Originally posted 2009-01-07 11:43:03.

From an interesting discussion of a topic that will never die:

Nope, not necessarily.

I don’t do BDSM with my husband. It’s not his kink.

And I’m not sexual with my playpartners, for various reasons, although I
suppose that could happen at some point with someone (probably about the
time those monkeys fly out of Lynn’s butt, xthreadx).

For me, BDSM is sexual in prospect and retrospect; that is, it’s really hot
in fantasy, and it’s what I masturbate to. But I don’t get aroused during
play, and I don’t have sexual thoughts when I play. I go off into a nice,
mostly non-verbal, floating, gigglespace.

This is one of these topics that comes around fairly often. In general, I
think, the most commonly found response is, “For you and many others, it’s
about sex. For some folks, it isn’t. For some folks, it is sometimes but not
others.”

I hereby propose “JanetM’s Extension of Spectrum’s Formulation of Ugol’s
Law”

Is BDSM sexual?

Originally posted 2006-11-24 20:47:08.

She looks as if she’s penitent after punishment. What is that in her hands?

Originally posted 2008-12-30 06:44:52.

Depression in the dominant can damage a relationship partly built around D/s. Am’s partner had been going through a period of depression and the diminishment of kink in their life. But …

Encouragingly though, whilst it may have taken back seat, it hasn’t vanished completely. Earlier this evening Dave gave me a long, hard session with the tawse – something he needed to do as much as I needed him to. The tawse is perfect for that kind ofspanking – it hurts a lot, but because there isn’t much weight behind it I can take an awful lot more of it than anything else – useful when Dave feels the need to really work over my bum (as he did tonight). The session finished with Dave alternately fucking me hard in the mouth or hard between my tits, finally cumming deep in my throat.

We both needed it, and I think we both feel a lot better for it. And it’s an encouraging sign that his desires in that respect haven’t gone completely.

Burblings

Originally posted 2006-05-19 04:59:56.

An example of the romantic prose of Charley Nicole Montrose:

“Close your eyes my bitch.”

I did as I was told. I immediately closed my eyes. I only stood there for a second before sinking to my knees to fully enter the room. I didn’t go too far, before I was stopped by a tug of my locks.

“Sit up and wait here.”

Then you walked away. I heard the door open and realized that you were speaking to someone. I hadn’t even heard the bellman at the door. I guess my heart was beating too fast. I wondered if he could see me as he entered the bedroom. I didn’t care, I just wondered if he could seem me.

As you entered the room, I heard you say, “Mmmm, you are my ideal. Good girl, good girl.”

The words caused me to shiver throughout my body. I heard you approach me and felt your body heat beside me. I was still in the position where you left me. I felt you as you caressed my cheek. Then I felt a thick furry blindfold cover my eyes. Next I became aware of my everyday collar being removed and my formal collar being placed around my neck. As the buckle was fastened, I felt so proud of myself for remembering that I was to put my formal servant collar in my pocketbook. Once the leash was attached I was lead to another room. The most delicious smells greeted me as I crawled across the threshold to that room. …

The diva dome

Originally posted 2006-09-28 05:29:29.

Irch writes of his amazing online relationship with k:

Have you ever had (I hope you all have had) that experience of pristine sublimity in lovemaking when you swear time is standing still, the earth has stopped turning, the stars are aswim in the sky? That kind of time-stoppage is something I never thought could be achieved in a long-distance online relationship. But turns out you just need to be with the right woman.

The reason this has all come up is that I haven’t had any time online with my delicious k in a number of days now. She’s just moved into a new place and is working on getting her internet hooked up. I was out of town for the whole weekend and pretty preoccupied during that time. We’ve kept in touch with a few phone messages and texts, and I miss her. I crave the intensity of the times when we are online together. But this time, unlike any previous times that we’ve been apart like this, I am completely assured and unanxious, confident. I feel our bond, our connection, as strong and steady as ever.

She belongs to me, always. I know her heart and mind are as full of me as mine are of her. My ownership of her, and the difference I make in her life, don’t diminish or alter over time. If a couple thousand miles don’t change things, why should a few days?

Dominant Seventh

Originally posted 2006-05-27 08:20:36.