Why do this?
Over the past few weeks a new meme has emerged. Share our Shit Saturday is designed to highlight the great sex bloggers out there on the inter web and all of the amazing work that they produce. There is so much wonderful stuff to find – raunchy fiction, beautiful poetry and prose, amazingly skilful photography and serious posts about the future of sex blogging.
To say the mainstream social media such as Facebook and Twitter are not keen on helping to promote us would be an understatement. The latest effort to prevent those tweeting anything deemed explicit is Shadow Banning. Twitter prevents accounts it deems undesirable from being seen by those not already following. Therefore it becomes difficult to promote websites, books, films etc. As a pretty low volume, low profile blogger, luckily this hasn’t happened to me as yet. But many of the sex blogging and writing community are shadow banned.
And, that is not all there is to worry about. Ever since we attended Eroticon earlier in the year I have been aware of the legal issues that are approaching. Myles Jackman, a UK obscenity Lawyer very eloquently explained the legal minefield we face in showing and describing acts deemed obscene.
It is weird to think that just because you enjoy sex that is a little more kinky than the norm. Just because you may call your partner Sir or Master like to be spanked you are in some way abnormal. But that is definitely the case.
For some reason there is an obsession about children and young people accessing literature and photos deemed pornographic online. There seems less concern about violence or about ensuring that our youth are well educated and prepared for life. Enabled to understand what a healthy relationship looks like. The same politicians proposing and then passed this bill have been exposed as sex pests and abusers. Apparently this is less dangerous to the young than exposure to online porn!
In April 2018 there will be a requirement to have an age check mechanism on websites and online platforms providing ‘commercial’ pornography. Everything I read about this makes me believe that this is a data breach scandal waiting to happen. Not only that, but in my experience young people are very savvy about how to get around rules. So I am not even sure these mechanisms will be enough to stop a determined teen. None of us want children looking at our blogs and websites, let alone commercial porn. But this isn’t the way to stop them and it feels that along the way we all might end up being vilified at best and criminalised at worst.
My reading recommendations
This week I have been reading around the subject. Pandora Blake provides an excellent over view of the potential dangers of age verification.
Many of my fellow sex bloggers and authors use Patreon to help support and fund their work. I have to admit that until this week I had little knowledge of some of the challenges everyone is facing. It seems that moves are afoot to stop erotic authors, photographers and film producers being excluded from this support. I discovered ErosBlog this week as I tried to find out more. I highly recommend reading this and other posts.
So onto some of the bloggers that I love and respect and their posts this week that I have enjoyed.
Molly wrote an amazing post for the Wicked Wednesday prompt Geography. I am in awe of her creativity as a blogger and photographer. I love that she used the geography of husband Michael’s body as the centre of the post.
Ann St Vincent has the most amazing poor luck in finding the right kind of guy to date. As we know, many people lie about their marital status, about their readiness for a new relationship or just about the fact that they are only around for a quick fuck. I love Ann’s blog, she manages to keep cheerful while weeding out the dross from the downright dishonest.
Fondles and I have a long history of visiting each other’s blog, reading and commenting. She started her relationship with BIKSS at the same time I met S and there were some similarities as our journey began. Various life things got in the way and Fondles stopped blogging for a while. Now, though she is back with a vengeance and we have reconnected via our blogs.
Given the huge introduction to the topic, that is it for today. But I do plan to make #SoSS a regular thing.
Photo courtesy of Wriggly Kitty
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“Brat is a term for the BDSM role of a bratty submissive or bottom. Unlike the common conception of a submissive, a brat talks back, misbehaves, and is otherwise difficult”.
I admit it.
While I am always keen to please, I also argue and talk back. As far as Master is concerned, I am something of a brat.
Let’s be clear here, I don’t set out to disagree. But I have opinions and need to get them out there.
Trouble is, my opinions are not always wanted or needed and so I am labelled as a brat.
That does not mean I am not a slave. In essence, I always comply and follow the rules laid out. But it would also be true to say that I want to discuss what those rules are. Or else I am keen to know where boundaries lie.
He both loves and hates my approach to living within the boundaries already set out. He both wants my compliance and also wants me to challenge.
But he is my Master. So I really do want to strike a balance. Even when I am being the brat I crave correction. Unless of course there is no correction necessary.
Does that make me a brat?
The change in seasons seems to have helped renew my desire to blog. Well, that is what I am putting it down to. Dark evenings, nothing much on TV and little to do much of the time. Whatever the cause, I plan to embrace it. Time then for some housekeeping.
It is about 9 months since I moved my blog and became self hosting. I had chosen the theme a while back and the move was traumatic. So just getting things functional (with a little help from the webmaster @Domsigns) was sufficient. I knew that a tidy up was needed but didn’t have the strength, desire or whatever to get on with it.
This weekend though I bit the bullet and have spent most of that time and this evening sorting things out to my liking. There might be more changes, but for now they will be superficial.
Apparently this theme is called Twenty Sixteen, so a bit more up to date than Twenty Ten. At the moment I have inserted a photo of me in my collar complete with my slave pendant at the top. This might change if something better comes along.
I have removed some blogs where people have removed their site or haven’t posted for many months. Plus added in new places to visit. This is work in progress.
Rather than have pages etc. at the top of the site, I have used the sidebar to help navigate around useful stuff. Information about us and our relationship and my journey. Plus the memes I contribute to and other things I consider important. This is as much for me as anyone else.
After the move I managed to duplicate all of my posts (don’t ask me how) and then managed to strip out all of the tags and categories. This was demoralising. I had near on 5 years of blog posts at the time. I started going through post by post adding categories back in. But, since a number were about a previous D/s relationship and also the break up of my marriage it was a difficult job. What to do? Delete the old stuff perhaps? Trouble is, the things that happened in 2012 and 2013 define me as a person and as a submissive. The things that happened then have an impact on my relationship with Master. So I left them.
This weekend I started sorting the 100 or so posts that were left in ‘uncategorised’. Tonight I finished the job.
For now the housekeeping job is done. I am sure there will be more, but for now I am happy.
He was reading the previous post about my pussy and of course admiring the photo that he took. He looked at me sitting next to him in bed and grinned. “You are right”, he said “I love looking at your cunt” We discussed my thoughts on not really liking to look at photos of other women, especially those with labia are spread open. He exclaimed again that he loves to look at mine!
“I think you should go get on the swing” he said. The swing is a sex swing that is kept in the play room next door. We haven’t used it as much as we should, to be honest. So I got out of bed and followed him into the room. He helped me get comfortable, and next thing he kneeled on the bed, head between my legs. Fingers and tongue explored me as I hung suspended over the bed. He sucked and nibbled, following up with strokes of my clit and into my slick hole. He asked me if I wanted to cum, but I didn’t. Anyway, he wasn’t about to give permission just yet.
Next he squeezed my right nipple and at the same time continued to suck my clitoris, almost immediately I knew I wanted and needed to come. I held off for as long as I could and then asked permission. “Yes, cum” he said. Another orgasm later and I was beginning to feel the sling pulling on my neck. He let me down and demanded I get on top.
Willingly I did so. Easing his large cock into my tight and wet and throbbing vagina. I was able to move and grind over him as he played with my tits. Then stroking my clit around the piercing, he made me cum once more. Finally we flipped over and soon I had my prize, his cum shooting into me.
Definitely a sinful Sunday and which perhaps might even lead to masturbation Monday!
I have not really been one to look at or admire the vulval area of women. I love to look at beautiful women naked, the curve of the hip, the roundness of the breast and perhaps a little tummy bulge. It isn’t that I dislike seeing a woman’s pussy. It’s just I have never found them to be the most attractive area of the body.
Hairy or shaved, or indeed somewhere in between like me doesn’t matter. Pink or red vulval areas are fine. I just don’t really want them in my face. So when browsing tumblr or such a place I speed on through when faced with too much pussy. Especially if it is pinned open so you can almost see into her uterus. Photos where a woman has piercings does intrigue me, partly because of my own clitoral piercing. But also because I am curious about outer labial piercings too.
Master is making me reevaluate my thoughts though, because he likes to look at my pussy and to photograph it. He sits and holds my labia open and tells me how my clitoris looks as I become more aroused. He leans in close and inspects it and of course licks and nibbles. I am not bare, because it is what he wants and he likes to trim and shave me to his liking.
Time then for a Sinful Sunday pussy photo
I am posting this to Molly’s Pussy Pride Project too, time to take pride in my pussy and those of other women.
Does obedience come easy for me?
In so many ways the answer is no. At work I hate being told what to do, I prefer to be in control, have freedom to act. Not that I don’t invite comment and advice, but I am not keen on being directed. Luckily my job carries autonomy and my manager has better things to do than tell me what to do (most of the time). I was the bossy sister and I am a bit bossy with my mum (if she allows it). But take me out of those situations and I crave control. I don’t particularly want to make decisions, which is lucky since I am now with someone who wants to do just that. Master has a great knack of controlling the things we do and the way we do them. That isn’t to say I don’t have choices, of course I do. But I rarely challenge the over all issue the choices are about. I am not sure some people would recognise me as the same person when I am with Master.
Which of us derives the most pleasure from my obedience?
He loves the power that comes with being the Master. He loves to know that he has control over me. For him this provides sexual excitement, particularly when the control involves elements of my body. But for me also I almost need to know that he is there making decisions for us. That responsibility for the things we do lie with me. The sense of sexual fulfilment and personal happiness I have right now are as a direct result of knowing that I am his slave and he is my Master. In turn that helps me with the way I manage my professional life.
Are there consequences for disobedience?
Funnily enough I am rarely disobedient. But then we are not really following any specific rules right now. I don’t often argue about the decisions he has made, partly because anything important has been discussed anyway. However I do challenge him from time to time. When I do he calls this being bratty. This seems to be a loose term for anything I say that he considers to be so. Moaning, being negative, challenging his world view, suggesting alternative ideas are all being bratty. We don’t do punishment and I am happy with that. That is because there is little to be punished for, but also because he is a little lazy.
Did I really write that? That statement is, I am sure, very bratty.
SCC Writing is a Tumblr blog that contains lots of prompts for submissives along with the posts written in response.
For this week’s TMI Tuesday we have been asked to write a short story using a series of words. So, here goes:
Slowly she came too. Aware of her dry mouth and throbbing temple. That last cocktail, she thought!. Opening her eyes she turned her head towards the clock; 8 o’clock already. Sunday though so it was ok. Closing her eyes again she listened to the sound of the rain outside. Driving, torrential, relentless rain.
Silence. Wait a minute, that wasn’t rain but the sound of the shower. She opened her eyes just as a man appeared from the ensuite. He leaned and kissed her “morning gorgeous” he smiled.
Suddenly memories flooded back. That last cocktail, with him……David. The discussion about Albert Einstein and whether people today would view him as a genius or eccentric mad man. The subsequent kisses, the taxi to her place. Making out on the sofa, then bed.
She smiled and responded to his searching kiss, his hand brushed her left breast and she felt the slickness of arousal forming between her legs. Another memory – olive oil. He had massaged her tits with oil. All in all a crazy night.
At that point her tummy let out an almighty sound. “hungry?” he asked with a grin. She nodded.” You have a shower, I’ll fix breakfast”.
Dragging herself out of bed she glanced briefly at her flushed face in the closet mirror and headed for the bathroom.
15 minutes later, she found him in the kitchen, beating eggs. Moving towards her, egg beater in hand he grinned. “How about an aperitif”?
Without another thought she dropped her robe to the floor, bent over just in time to feel the impact.
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We spent 6 nights staying in this lovely tower room. Formerly an art studio it still contains the remnants of that time. An easel, finished and part finished artwork. The natural light here is good, there are 3 or 4 large windows as well as a sky light if needed. The windows overlook the river below us and the historical city in the distance. Travel and art books adorn the shelves. The bed is high, comfortable and covered with a beautiful red covering, the sheets as previously seen are turquoise. I love the colour and the feel of that red covering.
The end of a long, but fun day. We had enjoyed a leisurely meal, attended a concert and then shared wine, and cheese at the table in the room. As I prepared for bed, Master decided he wanted more orgasms from me. Taken just after midnight, the image shows me lying on the lovely bed, relaxed and ready for sleep. Spent.