30 days of Kink – Day 12

Day 12: Tell us about a humorous BDSM/kink experience you’ve had. If you haven’t had one, talk about aspects of kink/BDSM you find funny.

I have fallen prey, before we crossed the soft limit threshold, to accidentally sticking My sweetness in the wrong hole. To her credit, she stayed in dynamic, politely safeworded, and then requestold me to get her some ice.

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30 days of Kink Day 11

Day 11: What are your views on the ethics of kink?

I will likely do a more in depth entry on this at some point utilizing my insights professionally as well. Maybe someone can remind me.

In short I believe in a hybrid of SSC and RACK with main factors being:

  1. Consent
  2. Knowledge of whats going on
  3. Appropriate skill/experience regarding the play to occur
  4. Control – Read as both parties starting in a sober and solid mindset

30 days of kink – Day 10

It’s been a long time since I started and I just realized I never finished so. You can review the days 30 days of kink – Day 1, 30 days of kink- Day 2 , 30 days of Kink – Day 330 days of Kinky – Day 430 days of Kinky- Day 530 days of Kink- Day 630 days of Kink- Day 730 days of kink – Day 830 days of Kink Day 9 and now

Day 10: What are your hard limits?

My limits are normally dictated by my partners because I have very few that I really have, though to that end here they are:

  1. Death
  2. Play that will cause permanent disfigurement or marking
  3. Play that will cause broken bones or serious health issues
  4. Any color shower
  5. Age, incest, or animal play. I am a Dominant, she is my submissive that’s all I need or want.

Securing the Homefront

As this week comes to a close I can say emphatically, TGIF. No dear readers, no kink involved in that exclamation just plain old good Thank God its Friday. This week has been a blur what with a crazy schedule that has sent me all over the state, emergencies in cases that I thought to be dormant, the death threats, the trial beginning next week, and preparing for Captain’s first official Halloween.

….wait…did I just say death threats???

Why yes, yes I did. Unfortunately while I love the mud and blood of hitting the courtroom trenches, it carries with it issues beyond that of someone fighting the good fight. It in fact carries over to more akin of a special agent like you see in the movies. The ones where the bad guys figure taking shots at the heroes loved ones is a good idea. No need for details, but suffice to say it made this week’s long hours even longer. And it made me step up protocol with sweetness. I don’t typically require contacting me with status updates unless I specifically ask, this week unless she was at work I wanted her to tell me where she was going, who with, and an ETA. Favors were pulled for extra drive bys to be performed by the local law enforcement agency, and unfortunately for her, our bigger puppy will be having more crate time as she was the one on the loose this week while sweetness and captain were home alone. Both of our pups have the til death protection mentality, and honestly I imagine that the one that has been crated more this week would likely be the more inclined to never say die with her approach to the intruder if any were to appear, but unfortunately the other one has the visual intimidation factor and honestly the heft to do some serious damage as I can attest to having gotten an accidental taste a few times of the working end of her teeth.

sweetness has been made aware of the need for an increase, but as we have agreed she hasn’t asked for more than I tell her because she knows I will always keep her in the know for her protection. she knows someone wasn’t thrilled with me this week, she knows that person/s has made a threat, and she knows that I will do whatever necessary to protect her and the captain and of course my own self as well.

Needless to say in all of this, sweetness and I have not had as much time for KF or even much time in any form being physically proximate or near each other. sweetness as required by our dynamic let me know about her feelings today and I invited her to post about it as well, having reviewed what she wrote/posted here. I will reply in kind:

sweetness:

 

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But never forget sweetness, though I may not be physically present this is the universal truth

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I like “big” butts

I’m sure reading the title you got the image of this

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And undoubtedly you began to hum this.

But, pun loosely intended, based on this study, scientifically speaking I, and a majority of other men do love “big butts”. I will put the article here for those who don’t want to pull up another screen.

A psychology study from The University of Texas at Austin sheds new light on today’s standards of beauty, attributing modern men’s preferences for women with a curvy backside to prehistoric influences.

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The study, published online in Evolution and Human Behavior, investigated men’s mate preference for women with a “theoretically optimal angle of lumbar curvature,” a 45.5 degree curve from back to buttocks allowing ancestral women to better support, provide for, and carry out multiple pregnancies.
“What’s fascinating about this research is that it is yet another scientific illustration of a close fit between a sex-differentiated feature of human morphology—in this case lumbar curvature—and an evolved standard of attractiveness,” said the study’s co-author David Buss, a UT Austin psychology professor. “This adds to a growing body of evidence that beauty is not entirely arbitrary, or ‘in the eyes of the beholder’ as many in mainstream social science believed, but rather has a coherent adaptive logic.”
This research, led by UT Austin alumnus and Bilkent University psychologist David Lewis, consisted of two studies. The first looked at vertebral wedging, an underlying spinal feature that can influence the actual curve in women’s lower backs.

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Men’s preference for certain body types has evolutionary roots
Buttock protrusion associated with (a) gluteal development indicating physical fitness, (b) adipose tissue deposition, and (c) vertebral wedging. Notes: All women exhibit identical buttock protrusion. Women (a) and (c) also exhibit an identical angle between the thoracic spine and buttocks (i.e., lumbar curvature). Credit: The University of Texas at Austin
About 100 men rated the attractiveness of several manipulated images displaying spinal curves ranging across the natural spectrum. Men were most attracted to images of women exhibiting the hypothesized optimum of 45 degrees of lumbar curvature.
“This spinal structure would have enabled pregnant women to balance their weight over the hips,” Lewis said. “These women would have been more effective at foraging during pregnancy and less likely to suffer spinal injuries. In turn, men who preferred these women would have had mates who were better able to provide for fetus and offspring, and who would have been able to carry out multiple pregnancies without injury.”
The second study addressed the question of whether men prefer this angle because it reflects larger buttocks, or whether it really can be attributed to the angle in the spine itself.
Approximately 200 men were presented with groups of images of women with differing buttock size and vertebral wedging, but maintaining a 45.5-degree curve. Men consistently preferred women whose spinal curvature was closer to optimum regardless of buttock size.

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Men’s preference for certain body types has evolutionary roots
Schematic of a complete series of stimuli. Credit: The University of Texas at Austin
“This enabled us to conclusively show that men prefer women who exhibit specific angles of spinal curvature over buttock mass,” said the study’s co-author Eric Russell, a visiting researcher from UT Arlington.
This morphology and men’s psychological preference toward it have evolved over thousands of years, and they won’t disappear over night.
“This tight fit between evolutionary pressures and modern humans’ psychology, including our standards of attractiveness, highlights the usefulness that an evolutionary approach can have for expanding our knowledge not just of the natural sciences, but also the social sciences,” Lewis said.

I think sweetness has been firmly attuned to my being a “butt man” since we began going out. I always loved certain pairs of jeans on her, I would find excuses to have my hands there, and even now if I can sneak a hand onto her backside I do.

I actually sent her the study and found her that night examining her backside trying to determine if in fact her butt is at that “perfect” angle. When she explained that to me the captain was in bed, and she was dressed for bed in a pair of flirty cheeky panties and a cami. I assured her that her butt wasn’t at the perfect angle but I would fix that. As she stood shocked I picked her up, carried her to our room and promptly adjusted her butt’s angle to that of upright over my knee. And because I am a nice guy I threw in the color job for free.

 

Rosey Cheeks and Swollen Lips

It had been a really lazy day so far. Well in that we actually weren’t moving a mile a minute. You had been frantically cleaning like a mad woman earlier, and I had run some errands and taken the little captain to a respite visit with his grandparents.

I came home to find you having showered and changed into the clothes I laid out for you, which I know caused you to become instantly curious about what I had planned.

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The white lacy cheeky panties that almost certainly mean I intend to redden your rear….but also a pair of my ball shorts which means that our dynamic will be low and snuggles given freely.

I came home and could tell you weren’t sure where your Sir was going with this. I came into the living room and you settled in at my feet, waiting until I kissed you on the head (it wasn’t long at all, admit it) and told you to come on the couch so we could reconnect.

As you slid your legs out on the couch with your head in my lap, I almost lost the control I had secured in my head, I almost pulled myself out and insisted your mouth take me in, the feeling of your hot breath on my hardening cock was exceedingly tempting. But instead I began rubbing your head and playing with the strawberry blonde locks.

I reached for the remote and finding it just outside my reach asked you for it. “Yes Mister” you replied with an almost purr. The tv powered off and as you began to turn your head I slid you forward so that your waist was over my knee, without uttering a word you gently lifted your hips as I slid my shorts down your legs and off. You bring your hands behind your back at my order and grasp the other arms wrist in each hand.

I tell you to leave your arms secured that way and if they become detached the pleasure goes away. And as always no coming until I give you permission. You manage a breathy “Yes Mister” before my palm connects with the white lace that in visual alone is protecting your creamy skin. It’s not very long before my firm swats have cause you to begin wiggling your rear from side to side, but your arms stay interlocked.

I build a pinkened heat from your rear before I slide your panties down and gently run my finger tips over your lips finding that like a good submissive you are freshly shaved for me and that you seem to find at least a little stimulation in what I have been doing.

My fingers continue to caress with a few brief flirtations of your clit. A moan escapes your mouth marking my return to swats that elicit more sounds out of you. This is different from the normal manner of my giving you pleasure spankings. You saw no implements, and the normal source of stimulation is covered. As the heat returns you again resume with a slightly more frantic wiggle across my lap.

The pattern of swatting followed by caressing continues until you are sufficiently lubricated leading to my penetrating you with my fingers which curve like a heat seeking missile and find a way to sachet up the difficulty of the no orgasm rule. “OH MY GOD MISTER, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME COME!” You scream as I land pressure on that elusive spot within your womanhood.

I withdraw my hands and resume swatting leaving you practically grinding my legs as you marry the sensations. Your mind is racing trying to stave off an orgasm as you meld everything into one within your mind. This will be a test, but you are resolved to pass it. You grit your teeth and set your mind for the next salvo of my invasion of your….

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So focused on your rear and dripping womanhood you hadn’t noticed my fingers intertwining in your hair until as my fingers penetrate you your hair is pulled creating a crescendo of pleasure, pain, and ecstasy. Your hands come apart and dig into the couch for stability and to try desperately to stave off the orgasm that rips through you and leaves you to shudder and emit a loudly moaned “PLEEEEASE”

I slide out from under you as I pull my manhood free from my shorts and pull you so your red ass is straight up and head is buried into the couch. I plunge my thickness into you my fingers wrapped around your waist as I thrust deeply, my sole concern being my pounding of your pussy.

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I come inside your causing another rippling orgasm to sweep through your body. I pump every last drop inside of you and pull out. As you lay there ass still up in the air, you ask me to let you clean me off. I sit where your mussed hair surrounds your face and feel you slide your lips over my still turgid cock as you lick the wedded taste of your and my juices. Satisfied with your work you let me slip out of your mouth and collapse on the couch with rosey cheeks and swollen lips.

Encouraged outlet

While I will not be posting the link yet, sweetness has at my urging decided to join and blog. I am a fan of another married couple that is involved in the D/s dynamic lifestyle who likewise blogs and hope that the blog will allow sweetness with an outlet for both our dynamic and as a means of communicating issues that are of a lesser concern (Major concerns are ALWAYS an in person and private first matter) as well as furthering her education and exploration of the lifestyle world.

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The thing I love the most about my dynamic with sweetness is that I am so deeply implanted into her head that I can simply by thinking about her almost always guess he current mood. The OH SHIT I got as she stormed out and slammed the door to the living room last night made it hard for me to keep my face screwed on straight when I walked out into the hall and found her literally hand still on the knob eyes downcast.

“Come back in here please, and do not slam the door again.”

A quiet and reserved, the total opposite of her tone and words a second ago, “Yes Mister” came her response.

“It’s in the office, against my desk”

A silent nod.

As she slowly with the trudge of a condemned person walking to the gallows entered my office I moved the baby monitor to the other side of the room.

Out she slowly walked with the 18″ wooden paddle that I shaped from a piece of wood. It’s surface is sanded, as are the edges, the handle is sized for my hand and black grip tape has been added. It is also lacquered a rich honey color. It is thuddy and sweetness hates it, she is much more a stingy girl.

She refuses to meet my eyes and offers the paddle which I take in my right hand as the left lifts her to meet my gaze.

She swallows hard and then I break my gaze causing her to walk forward and slip her jeans to the floor and then hook her fingers into her panties that honestly wouldn’t have covered all that much and drops them so they join the rest.

She looks back at me and I nod. She slides her shirt over her head and undoes her bra before leaning over the back of the couch until she is on her tip toes with the couch supporting her weight and her toned white rear perfectly placed.

A few small squeaks, some gasps, and hard exhale of breath are elicited as I give her 10 well placed swats with the last causing her to almost rise (a no-no in discipline sessions for us) as it is placed across her sit spot.

She turns after I gently rub my hand across her rear and allow her to rise. Without a word she takes the paddle and replaces it.

I slide off my shirt and offer it to her as she hands me the cream.

I sit against the long portion of the sectional as she lays almost across my lap the t-shirt covering just to her sit spot as a tiny sliver of red peeks out. I apply the cream to her red, hot bottom as she squirms slightly. After I finish she gets up and replaces the cream before laying back down and snuggling in with me and whispering.

“I’m sorry Mister, and thank you.”