May 282006
 

The first date with a couple and a third person is tricky. My wife and I don’t share, so when we run into a Possible Spanking Friend (PSF for short), we don’t work as a team to seduce them. What we do is try to get a feel for the person so the spouse is okay with the other spouse doing naughty things to PSF. We also have to convince them that we are okay with stuff and won’t wig out on them two months in. The first date is spent selling ourselves as normal likable people who just happen to have sex with people outside the marriage. And then of course we have to decide whether we even want to do anything with the PSF.

The short answer is we had a great time and PSF was as interesting and attractive as she was online. We got along and she was comfortable with me and my wife, and we were comfortable with her. That might not seem like much to accomplish on a first date, but when it comes to a group dynamic, it’s quite a big deal. I like her, my wife likes her and she’s certainly worth getting to know better

Man do I hope its mutual but time will tell.

Going to the Renn Fair might not have been the best way to get to know someone. We had our best moments when we were sitting down eating without the distractions of shopping or passing entertainers to derail the conversation. The three of us share a history of fucked up parents and dealing with mental illnesses in our family and friends. We got into that at meal times but the majority of the day was spent looking at crafts and commenting on the heat.

Oh my Goddess, it was freaking hot. Georgia summer hot. So hot that two dollars and fifty cents for a bottle of water seemed reasonable and a little generous. So hot that the most popular attraction was a mist walkway that people would not walk through cause they would stand and hog the space.

Some other random observations-

My wife tried on a gold tiara with a large fake red gemstone and it was like a Queen assuming her crown. She went from my wife to being a Queen of great beauty and possible great anger. I told her she finally found her Domme look. This is how she should dress when we go to the dungeons and let people know she is in charge with a capital ‘C’ and that she was not a black leather conformist. It was stunning.

I loved that so many body types dressed provocatively. Women who would never show belly in normal life were showing belly, boobs and hips in skimpy outfits. It was such a friendly environment where people found the sexy side in bodies not normally accepted. It reminded me of a day long Half Nekkid Thursday where people presented their best feature as opposed to erring on the side of caution.

Two years ago we went to Renn Fair and most people wore medieval costumes. This year it was forty percent pirates and forty percent belly dancers. It was such a brief of fresh air. I’m always in favor of creativity over authenticity and it was nice seeing people walking around as ideal fantasy versions. I have seen more hot female pirates yesterday than I have in my whole life.

Hack and Slash is in my mind the best live show you can go to. They’re hilarious and great entertainers. Some of the live acts that I will not name will beg for money every five minutes like you are at an evangelical tent revival. Hack and Slash keep the begging to an acceptable level and even make it part of the act. They are also amazing stunt men who will shock and amaze you. If you only attend one show, attend theirs.

It wasn’t the heat, or the walking or the six hours we spent there that was so exhausting. It was the lack of sidewalks that killed us. Wear shoes that can stand walking on gravel, mud and sharp rocks all day long. At one point I stepped on six rocks in six steps and I understood why people rode horses everywhere.

All in all it was a great time. My anxiety stayed low and I didn’t make an ass out of myself. As first dates go this was pretty good. Considering that all three of us ended up sweaty, exhausted and smiling has to be a good thing right?

May 272006
 

Picture this- Unexpected expenses have made this week really tight budget wise. My wife and I really can’t afford to do anything which sucks because we were psyched to see X-Men 3. She has a rare three day weekend and other than staying at home, nothing to do. I suggest three days of sex but she says she’s done that already. My wife is a little depressed about being broke right around a holiday.

Around 9:30 last night I was speaking to a woman that I had been chatting with all week and she mentioned that she got stood up to go to the Renn Fair tomorrow. Now this is a possible spanking friend who lives in town and we’ve been trying to figure out a good time to meet for the first time. My wife hears me say Renn Fair and she whines a little. We missed the Renn Fair completely last year and damn it, we’re going to miss it this year.

And that is when possible-spanking friend offered to take us to the Renn Fair instead. Or maybe I offered. I don’t remember anymore because my social anxiety is kicking into gear and I’m nervous as fuck. We really can’t afford to go but if tickets are taken care of, then we can swing one over priced lunch. It’s going to be humid and hot and not the best conditions for meeting someone for the first time. I have been getting along great with possible-spanking friend but we have been chatting for only over a week. What if my wife hates her? What if I hate her? What if possible-spanking friend hates me, my wife or both?

I wish I had gotten a haircut.

I wish I worked out more.

I wish I would calm the fuck down.

The only good thing I expect from all this is that it is Renn Fair, it’s the first threesome date my wife and I have done as a couple in a long time and it’s the fastest I have gone from meeting someone online to meeting them in person. So even if wide disaster strikes and makes this a day that will live in blog infamy, then at least I am sure to get some good story ideas out of it.

May 252006
 

Mad has been a friend of mine for a little over two years. We meet on a BDSM Talker which is like a role-playing game for kinky people. I don’t hang out there any more but Mad was kind enough to come visit me in my little corner. Yesterday she accused me of having a kegel fetish. It never really occurred to me before but she’s right. Here is the special not so secret origin of my interest in clenching.

When I was a teenager, my aunt came to live with us for a few months. I loved my Aunt because she was stubborn and not crazy about my step-father but she needed a place to stay. My aunt was fun and the only thing better than having her around, was the magazines she brought with her.

See, in my house, my Mom believed sex led to Evil. We didn’t discuss it and the only hint I had seen that sex was a good thing was the dirty magazines I kept sneaking from my dad’s stash. So imagine my poor young self when I sat down in my bathroom one day and sitting across from me on the shelf that usually held ‘Reader’s Digest’ was a Cosmopolitan.

Oh My Goddess.

The first thing that struck me was the smell of the perfume sample. It was the most feminine thing I had ever encountered in that house. My mom used only deodorant but here between the pages of models was the smell of ‘Charlie’. Even now that perfume causes an instant erection.

I read Cosmopolitan from cover to cover. I actually didn’t like the thin anorexia models inside but I was enamored with the way the magazine treated sex. It talked about it. It discussed what women wanted, what men wanted and how they should both get it. It was mind blowing. When I read Playboy and Penthouse, in the back of my mind I always doubted that women really liked sex but here in Cosmopolitan I discovered that yes, yes there was a sex drive in women.

It blew my mind that I couldn’t read Playboy which discussed women in a vague way but I could easily read Cosmopolitan and find out exactly what was a G-spot.

Anyway, Cosmopolitan became my new sex-education teacher. I took the quizzes. Yes, a 15 year old boy took the quizzes on what kind of a lover he wants, hush. Although I was still a virgin and had a haircut that would ensure virginity, I felt like sex could happen at any moment and I needed to be prepared. When my hot next door neighbor decided to finally fuck me while her husband was away, I wanted to be in top form.

So one of the things I read that was supposed to help make your erection last longer was a kind of clenching. It took me awhile to get it right and I don’t know if it made me last longer but sure as hell turned me on. The instructions also said it would help women but I could care less about that. Clenching myself was very arousing and it felt like no hands masturbating. Well, masturbating that would never get you off, but it was very hot. I felt like I could masturbate in class and no one would know this way.

I remember doing like 100 clenches a day. And then I had to stop because I got very very sore one day. Hmmm, ’till I got sore’ is how most of my teenage stories end. I gave up the clenches but I would still do them as a form of pre arousal before I started masturbating. Clenches went from exercise to foreplay.

I don’t know when I started doing clenches in my BDSM play. I do recall reading a story about a vibrator inside a woman that would go off at random times. I remember reading it and thinking that you don’t need a vibrator. You just need to be told what conditions to clench under. A submissive or heck, a vanilla woman who wants to be teased can be told when and she can do it herself all day long.

For example, because I am all about the examples.

Clench every time someone says ‘Hello’

Clench every time the dogs bark.

Clench twice every hour on the hour and clench once on the half hour.

Clench every time you hit ‘enter’ when you’re chatting with IM’s.

Clench every time someone mentions the weather.

As you can see, it becomes an easy way to tease someone even if they are living across country. Considering how many long distance relationships I have had, it helps to have something that can stick with someone all day long and keep them in a constant state of arousal and thinking of me.

May 242006
 

It is Masturbation Month. . .

I worry sometimes that recording me masturbating is more fun for me than it is for the listeners. See, when I masturbate, I need a story. I need to have some sort of scene in my head along with a rationale for why we are having sex. Sometimes the plot is as simple as hot Chicago’s waitress drags me into the supply closet and other days the plot is something complicated and involes a Blogger convention and a great game of Dirty Scrabble. I just can’t lie in bed and start stroking because my brain starts drifting and thinking about why the electric bill was so low this month.

Except when I record these. With phone in ear and realizing that people across the world are listening in and touching themselves as well, well I don’t need a story. I’m in the freaking story. I’m stroking myself and my moans of climax is driving some poor lady somewhere crazy and she is reaching down between her thighs right as I feel my seed spurting forth.

So again, maybe these kinds of post are more for me than you. But if they are for you, I just want to leave a card or flowers by your phone stand because your listening was fantastic.

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May 232006
 

1. Check Work Schedule to see what is expected to be done today.
1a. Scream at Heavens and Boss for cramming two days of work into 8 hours.

2. Find time to write story for Secret Geek Sunday

3. Find time to come up with an adventure for Role-playing Game on Saturday

4. Find time to gaze longingly at ‘Three Musketeers’ DVD with Oliver Reed that I don’t have time to watch today.

5. Figure out what’s for dinner tonight.

6. Scrub shower wall because I saw a tiny black dot of mildew this morning. Ick

7. Brainstorm for another Masturbation Month story.

8. Masturbate.

9. Get Part 6 of Cell Phone Slave ready to post.

10. Figure out what the Hell I am doing for HNT.

11. Pet Cats

12. Stomach crunches.
12a. Check weight
12b. Scream at Heavens that i didn’t lose any weight after twenty minutes of work

13. Meditate.

14. More stomach crunches.

15. Come up with a better post for Tuesday than a to-do list.

May 222006
 

Way back when I was a young adolescent, one of my favorite comics was the Legion of Superheroes. Set in the 30th century, the Legion was a team of teenage superheroes from all over the universe. They dated each other, got married and fought bad guys. It was like superhero Soap Opera but in the FUTURE!

So I was going back through some back issues of this series rereading the stories of my youth when I came across this bad guy.

Ah, yes, Grimbor the Chainsman. He’s a super-genius that hates the Legion. His gimmick? He has a thousand different traps and umm, chains. He was my favorite super-villain from this comic because he was like an evil Batman. He was prepared for anything and always had a new trap, cage, chain or shackle for any hero.

Here I am at 33 looking at a comic I read when I was 13. My early interest in bondage is starting to make sense. This becomes especially true as I see this,

This,

Which results in this,

And my favorite, double chains for the gal who can duplicate herself,

And oh, did I mention that he chained the WHOLE FREAKING PLANET?

Man, they just don’t make BDSM super-villains like they used to. Thank you Legion #277 through #279. And a big thank you to Roy Thomas and Gerry Conway for giving young me an intro in Bondage.

I think in a very significant way, this villain made me think of bondage as something that can be imaginative and colorful as oppossed to the black leather and spikes I keep running into. Although I doubt I will ever find a gag attached to the end of an arrow, part of me thinks that it is a shame we don’t have one yet. It’s 2006 people, let’s update our bondage technology and get me a duplicating rocket powered chain bola already.

May 192006
 

Over the years I have seen writers come and go. Often it feels like I have seen more writers go then arrive. Usenet is a vicious place to write stories for. Readers are forgetful creatures in constant search of new thrills. Once they realize you are a real person who is not their ideal, a lot of them move on to the writer who does claim to be a sexy college student without a care in the world. A lot of writers get a huge boost of responses because they are the new kid on the block but once another new kid comes by, that avalanche of mail dries to a trickle. It makes them feel like you have peaked and the writers quit.

I don’t know if Terri Madison went through that, but I do know that when I saw her name in my mail box today I got excited. I couldn’t remember much about Terri, but just seeing her name made me smile and I remember her being one of my favorites. Funny how you can remember your affection for someone’s writing even if you don’t remember the stories they wrote.

Well Terri is dipping her toe into writing and she has a blog up. Time will tell if she can get back into writing stories but I hope that if she doesn’t, she at least sticks around and goes the conversation. Writing is a beautiful thing and its heart breaking when you stop. I feel like I am alive again and I want other writers I admire to experience the revival too. It’s great to see you again in any format you choose to give your readers, Terri.

Now if we can just get Jimmy-Hat, Maria Gonzales, Vicki Morgan, and many many others to get into Blogland. I wonder what new adventures they would cook up now.

May 182006
 

There is something about Thursdays that make me want to share myself. Of course, it helps that my sleep schedule this week has been hectic and I just don’t have the clarity of mind to write the story I am thinking about. Either way, you get a big old dose of Shon today. To keep Half-Nekkid where people can find it easily, I’m going to ask you to click Whole Post to see the rest of my thoughts today.

I have a social anxiety disorder. Odds are I have always had it but in the last three years it has really escalated. Apparently this is normal among social anxiety sufferers as something happens in a person’s thirties that cause them to loose a lot of self confidence. My theory is that the fictions of teenage invulnerability finally wear off and the reality of day to day life takes over. For a while I suspected it was 9/11 but after examining my life and doing more research on the disorder, I see that I have had it all my life.

The definition of my disorder is that I develop irrational anxiety in situations where I feel like I am being judged. I could be in a store and suddenly get terrified that people are looking at my hair, my weight, and my clothes and making judgments about myself. I get nervous, start to stutter and fidget. Then people really are looking at me because I am so nervous and it just reinforces my fears.

The frustrating thing is these emotional states come and go. I can go two weeks just fine and then one day have to pick up the phone and order dinner and I am terrified that I will screw it up, embarrass myself and somehow make the poor delivery person think less of me. It’s not a rational thing, and there aren’t any clear triggers of what will cause an episode. But when an episode strikes, it makes me feel like I am ten years old and helpless.

As my anxiety became more and more frequent, it spilled over into everything I did. I stopped writing because I felt nothing I wrote would be good enough to be free of criticism. Which is true, but to my irrational mind, it meant I was a bad writer with too many flaws to keep writing. My anxiety froze me from looking for a job because I could rationalize myself out of why anyone should hire me. Socializing was out of the question and something I never initiated.

When I try to explain this to my friends, they are always surprised. That is because people with this disorder tend to bond to a support person, and when they are around that support person, they have greatly expanded courage. For me, it’s my wife or whomever is my submissive at the time. I can still have an episode of anxiety but when I have one, I can usually work through it without becoming a nervous wreck.

One time the husband of a sub I was dating told me that I was the most out going fearless person he had ever met. This was before I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder and I thought he was crazy. Now I see that he was right, but it was only when I was around his wife, someone I trusted and knew would be there to support me in anything.

Now I am much better but still deal with it too often for my tastes. I take some herbal medication that has gone a long way to keeping me from freaking out but the most important thing I have done is just be aware of what is happening to me. Now when I have an anxiety attack, I am aware of it and I can apply some cognitive techniques to calm down. Best of all, just knowing that it’s a disorder helps me not get depressed about what is happening. I no longer sit around wondering what kind of coward I am.

Obviously my writing has returned and I can thank the positive responses I have gotten from readers for that. Being able to write something every day has gone a long way to repairing my self-esteem. I still have my moments of dread but those are far between. When my output is this high, I feel like a bad story is quickly covered over by the next good thing I write.

I have a job where I can work from home. I’m not sure if that isn’t giving in to my anxiety a bit, but at the same time it’s a huge boost to be working again. I feel less like a freak and more like a normal person.

The only thing I really regret is that I do not know if I can ever have another submissive again. My insecurities strike and I go from Cool Ruthless Dom Guy and turn into Needy Wanted to be Loved guy. Sometimes I think that my needs would be attractive to a submissive because they would know I needed them not only on a sexual level but on an emotional support level too. Other times I realize that this is a lot to ask when a lot of submissives look to their Dom to be their rock and their support and here I am in danger of an anxiety attack at any moment.

It doesn’t help that my last submissive broke up with me before I realized I had social anxiety. I don’t blame her for leaving me because all the things she said were true. I wasn’t in control of myself, much less her. I didn’t always follow through with things because I doubted my reasoning and worried that something I did would make her upset with me. In very polite ways, she told me I was a crappy dom, or at least that’s what I heard.

Now I think I would do much better but I can’t deny that I am definitely a Dom with issues. Considering that I am already married, I would be fulfilling a recreational role for someone, and having issues does not up my value. I don’t consider myself completely hopeless, but I have yet to encounter BDSM stories about a submissive who dreams of being dominated by a guy who sometimes needs to be reassured and calmed down when he is sitting in a restaurant.

There is also a lot willpower involved in domination and I doubt myself there. I can develop the same anxiety about a long relationship that I can about total strangers. A sigh or an annoyed frown can sometimes trigger me into ‘Oh my God, I’m sorry, please love me!’ mode as my wife calls them. Again I am better at identifying it now but man, when they happen, I can’t help but worry that I would lose the respect of my submissive.

Time will tell if I can have a successful domination relationship again. I just find it funny that I could be upset about so many things with my disorder but it’s the fear of never having a woman on her knees before me, completely bent to my will again that worries me the most. I think that fear drives my writing right now. The thought of never having a woman to use as my creative canvas again really makes me think of the thousand and one things I would miss. I want to write it all down. I want to spell out scenes I may never have again in the hope that a reader out there will take that scene and live it for me. I feel like if I can’t do, I can at least be the improper teacher.

May 182006
 

Sugasm #34

Tue 16th May, 06

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Tara’s Private Diary: Starting the Morning Off Right (taratainton.com)

Sex Toys: Satanic and Divine (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com)

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Quickie (Because I Know You’re Watching) (sabrinainstockings.com)

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Sex Questions & How to Get My Attention (alphadominablog.com)

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May 162006
 

After a long nasty day at work I decided to check my blog’s stats. Seeing that Ten Thousandth Blowjob just picked up more web hits in one hour than I’ve gotten in a day blew my mind. My first thought after I put myself back together was ‘Dude, people really like blowjobs’.

Then my eyes scanned over to the Came From section and I saw FleshBot

Then my mind shut down again and I’m still trying to process it.

Thanks Chelsea Girl for the link.

Thank you Fleshbot readers and stick around a little. We got more bliss on the schedule for you.

AlwaysArousedGirl was right. Now I just feel more motivated.