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June 30, 2005

Oh, Fer Fuck's Sake!

Well let me say first that I get it. I hate it when people get my name wrong.

I think I fixed your link. But in your banner, the site name is in ALL CAPS…

Did I link to anyone else incorrectly?

Bring it.

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June 28, 2005

Black + Red

Sony METAL-SR

100 Minute Cassette Tape Fetish Object

Black Side:

Front 242: Welcome to Paradise
Moev: Capital Heaven
Moev: Crucify Me
Madonna: Justify My Love [The Beast Within Mix]
101: Move Your Body
Lords of Acid: I Sit On Acid
Karen Finley: Tales of Taboo
Cure: Fascination Street
My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult: Shock of Point
Front Line Assembly: Mental Distortion

Red Side:

KLF: What Time is Love?
Front 242: Quite Unusual
Madonna: Justify My Love (Orbit 12" Mix)
Moev: Yeah, Whatever
Yello: Domingo
Book of Love: Tubular Bells
Book of Love: Pretty Boys + Pretty Girls
101: Rock to the Beat
'Thrill Kill Kult: Kooler Than Jesus

Yeah… Dance music in minor keys. Mostly.

I burned myself a CD to listen to in my car today. Every one of those songs makes me chuckle with glee even after all this time. I wanted so badly to be cool… I didn't notice there were any people who thought I was.

It *fucking rocks* to listen to Karen Finley at full volume with the windows down. What kills me are the sequenced hand claps.

Life is good when you embrace who you are.

[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:00 PM :: 2 Submissives [+]

Clip, Clip Here, Clip, Clip There…

…And Goo–gling all night long.
That's how we make the tem–plates do
What we wan–ted all a–long.

;)

My apologies to the citizens of the Merry Old Land of Oz.

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June 27, 2005

Attention: Women In Pink

Please stop having large breasts!

It's very distracting while I'm trying to be professional.

Thank you.

Counterpoint from the right–brain:

MMMMMMMMM

[+] Posted by Sinner at 9:42 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]

Appreciation

It was really very bosom–y at the book store yesterday.

I thank the heat.

And the young woman who was looking at the newspapers for that listing. You didn't fall out… but it sure looked like it was gonna happen for several long minutes!

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June 26, 2005

I Don't Know Jack

But thanks to Google and this man, I have modified my Atom template to include comments.

I feel good about that.

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June 25, 2005

We'll Always Have the Wrong Reasons

What I want now:

• Several long strands of hemp rope


• Scantilly clad partner


• Several hours of play time

But I have to work tonight. :(

After, I'm going to hang out with one of my best friends.

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Further Confirmation

There was this interesting–looking young woman in the store today. All dressed in black. Sleeveless knit top and skirt. Visible piercings galore. Tattoos visible on both arms and her back. Ankhs and cruciform roses caught my eye. I thought about asking her where she had her work done.

Her relatively short hair was recently bleached nearly platinum. As she walked away I noticed one thing: her hair was pulled tightly back into two twisted pigtails.

Yep. I dig 'em.

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Once Upon a Princess

Porn or children's book?

There is a romance novel by that name… which makes way more sense to me. :D

Speaking of one–track minds, I led a customer to a book For Women Only. This was kept amidst our books on sex.

What she was looking for, however, was this book For Women Only, which is kept in our xtian relationships section.

Anyone could have made that mistake, right?

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Tigger Got the Axe

I killed her.

I'm joking!

But actually we are no longer co–workers at the same place of employment.

I figured it was coming if they gave me her shifts.

To be honest, I'm relieved. What I hope is that contact with her tapers to nothing. I'm not going to miss her drama very much. I will admit, there was a period of time when I would have considered going for the fuck-buddy sort of thing—but now I'm *really* glad that never happened!

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June 24, 2005

Hot Summer Night

Stormcloud in the air

I went shopping for music today. Hit the Electric Fetus in Minneapolis and Cheapo in Uptown.

Flipping through the vinyl bins, I saw my life flash before my eyes.

Do you remember Honeymoon Suite?

Do you remember Guiffria?

Do you remember Dream Academy?

Do you remember David + David?

I do.

Vividly.

I'm not saying any of this was the best music ever, but I sure liked it a lot when I was… younger.

I almost bought an old 12" of Frankie's Relax just for the cover art.

I did buy some import vinyl… Inside the record jacket I found the poster below:

I also bought a Moev record from 1988. I'm working on making iPod/iTunes playlist versions of old mix tapes I made once upon a time. Jesus, fuck, but it's hard to find some of that stuff in any format at all anymore. I hate to digitize from cassette… but if I have to resort to that, I suppose I will.

I need a turntable, anyway. Should I buy a new, cheap, and über-simple turntable? Or should I get a used Stanton or Technics DJ deck to record from? I have caviar taste but only a low- to mid-fi budget. And then? I would love to digitize recording for people!

[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:53 AM :: 1 Submissive [+]

June 23, 2005

There's A Million Hearts

Beating in my room
I wish they would go away

Music makes me weep.

Fuck.

I went for a late-night walk tonight. Starting at 2 AM or so.

Looking north above the amber metal-halide/mercury vapor/flourescent/incandescent haze I could barely make out northern lights in the sky. A little bit of a green glow. When I was a child I'm sure I would have been able to see them plainly.

But what bothered me more was the lyric for William Shatner's song (poem, really—he doesn't sing it) That's Me Trying. There was a catch in my throat and there were tears in my eyes.

I was glad it was night.

Fuck.

I'm trying to give it up. Any idea that I fit into normal society. I'm going to try working overnight. I applied to a convenience-store chain locally. Because I don't want to care.

I want to pay off my mother fucking car and my stupid ass bills and I want people to leave me the fuck alone. Except for the cool people in my life. And you know who you are.

I don't want a career. I just want to be happy.

The only "normal" thing I want is a family.

But I can't even imagine how it's possible. I mean… I tried marriage and I'm not really convinced it's a good idea any more.

I see people driving motorhomes and pulling large travel trailers around here and I have to tell you I've got wanderlust like I've never had before.

Being a wage slave at a convenience store isn't going to cut it for long.

A respected friend has suggested the Peace Corps. I'm semi-into the idea right now but I don't know. Maybe I'll go to one of their sessions to find out what I might possibly do for them. But I hate the idea of leaving behindthe ones I love for a year.

While I crave solitude and independance… I'm terrified of the unknown.

And anyway I'm so confused I just burst into tears.

Forgive me.

At the moment I've had to tighten the proverbial financial belt pretty tightly and I'm weaning myself off meds that might otherwise have prevented that.

So you remember how up and down I used to be when I started writing this here blog on blogger? Things might be more like that for a while. I don't know. No therapy is an option for me at the moment other than getting shit out like this.

I was channel-surfing earlier tonight and caught part of a show about Jesse James and Kid Rock riding choppers through Mexico. It was actually thought-provoking in a few ways.

One was that the geography of Mexico is remarkably varied. Yes, I am an ignorant American.

The other was a moment when Jesse was talking about how certain experiences are increasingly impossible in the USA because of safety concerns. He was sitting on a large wobbly rock several hundred feet above the floor of a canyon. Kid was visibly scared shitless.

Jesse joked that in the US, there would be a plaque about how the founding fathers sat on the wobbly rock, but it would since have been fenced off by the safety police.

Have I mentioned I want a motorcycle? Doesn't need to be too fancy, just a v-twin cruiser is all. They're pretty inexpensive—if you buy a foreign make.

My iPod will not relent tonight. It's playing Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths. Easily one of the saddest songs ever, ever written.

Lastly, I aparently still carry a torch for Madonna. After the so-called Music album, I thought I was through with all of that, but she's featured in the June Ladies' Home Journal. I think they're moving to a new look and format. This has *not* translated to the web presence so I'm not bothering to link to it. But the article looks meaty and they spent money on photoshoots. I was impressed. I might read the article on one of my breaks—sadly she's back-pedaling on the sexuality thing.

People, we as humans need to stop trying to deny one of our iunherent reasons to be alive and one of the greatest possible joys we have. Repression is so mother-fucking stupid I cannot believe we keep trying to do it.

I'm going to load up on simple sugars and try not to cry for a while.

You know I love you.

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June 22, 2005

"You Like Pigtails, Don't You?"

The pregnant pause gave it away.

I figured I might as well be honest.

"Yeah…"

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Acid Twist Gallery

Paintings and sketches. Amazingly clever interface. Click everything.

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June 15, 2005

I Must Admit

I jealously resent that you know how to use colour, and that you used it in a way that I wanted to—before I began to do some similar work myself.

Hmph.

Eating flowers out of spite… Now wouldn't that be something!

Eating your flower…

[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:28 AM :: 9 Submissives [+]

June 14, 2005

It Does Something to Me

When I hear your cries.

It makes me want you more.

[+] Posted by Sinner at 2:58 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]

June 9, 2005

A Kiss Is Just a Kiss

I slide one hand up your neck into your hair at the back of your head.

Slowly, I do the same with the other hand.

Then, first with one hand, then the other, I grab hold of your hair holding tight, pulling.

I listen to the way you breathe. I know you feel it. Your soft whimpers say, "No…" and "Yes…"

I turn your face to mine to look you in the eyes. I lean close and speak simply, "Kiss me."

Your expression changes a hundred times. You struggle against my grip but I have held you fast. Your breath is more halting now. You utter a short cry. A short wimper.

Looking into your eyes again, I try to hold your gaze—but you do not want me to see.

I lower my voice.

Speaking sternly, I say "Kiss me."

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June 7, 2005

100 Things About Sinner

01. What is your favorite food?

I love crunchy, salty snacks. I often make myself a big bowl of popcorn before watching TV, and of course it's a must at the movies.

I love French fries. Hot and salty. I prefer no coating or breading, thank you very much!

Absolutely love a good steak, cooked rare, served with a baked potato smothered in butter and sour cream.

I love Panang Curry dishes.

I love tortilla chips with salsa.

I love Indian food.

I love Thai food.

I love Mexican food.

…

I also adore a juicy peach.

02. Where do you live?

St. Paul, Minnesota is as specific as I care to get at the moment. People do talk like in the movie Fargo. You can hear it a little in my speech, but I'm not *that* bad.

03. Who do you write about?

The short answer? You.

It's been a long time since I've written, which makes me sad.

The person to whom I direct my writing often changes. It changes based on my infatuations, who turns me on, who I'm involved with, and who encourages me.

That I keep a 'secret' blog, I owe that idea to girlsinthebag. Ditto for the sexuality component. "emmie" used to write a great deal and frankly about exactly what she was thinking, which I treasured. For a while, it seemed like she read my blog and commented via post on hers. While most of this connection was likely all in my head, nevertheless I began to assume personal interest on her part. Classic male error, but I made it nonetheless.

That I started to write erotic stories or situations when I did, I credit to X. She countered an erotic haiku I wrote with one of her own, which blew me away. Hers was some of the first direct feedback I got. She told me about some things she liked and encouraged me to write a complete story, which I did. I incorporated elements of my real life and emphasized details that I thought she would like.

A feedback loop was born.

About the same time I found Devi/Nestlechip and Dirty Whore/Eden and Neeraja and began to feel like I was part of something, where I could be frankly sexual and appreciated for it and where there were men and women who were also very frank and open about their own sexuality. It was very liberating. I believe I took suggestions from all of them—directly or indirectly—about things to write about. I began to envision myself in ways I never had before, doing things I had never done, and imagining what it would feel like or exactly how I would want it to be.

LVR introduced me to sex via IM. Everything she wrote was perfect. Everything I wrote was… trying to keep up. And also? Horrible. I didn't get it right, that time. Fortunately she didn't laugh at me—not that she ever admitted. But I learned more about what you can do with words and the power they have to invoke amazing sensation.

Some of the stories were for me alone. My female partner was some mythical every-woman. Other times, I wrote things because I knew I might make someone hot and bothered. Sometimes I wrote about things I had done with my ex-wife. When I found the Poetess, things changed a bit. For a very long time, the majority of what I wrote was tailored for she and I. Sometimes I put her front and center in the writing, to let her know I empathized with her, or wanted her to feel empowered—or at least turned on.

When Quiver and Cee found me, things changed again. I began to really understand for myself things like the eroticism in control, possession, and pain. Quiver always encouraged me to go farther. I would never have believed how powerful it could be. Some of the long IM sessions she and I had moved me past my horror about how gleefully aggressive and violent I could be. My real life experience is only now beginning to catch up.

But enough naming names… I write because I want to turn you on. I write when I'm turned on. The thought of you getting off on what I write? Ooh, baby!

04. What makes you hard?

Breathy whispers in my ear. My nipples getting tweaked a little too hard. Curvy hips. Lots of leg. Cleavage. Black stockings. Stilettos.

05. How old are you?

I was born in the same year as Sarah McLachlan and Kylie Minogue.

06. What is your favorite spice?

Pepper: Jalapeño, Habañero, Chipotlé, Arbol… and on and on.

07. Silk or flannel sheets?

I've never tried silk sheets, but I would love to. Flannel is wonderfully warm and comfortable here in the midwestern winters. I think silk would be sexy as hell in the right circumstances.

08. What part of a woman is most appealing?

Everything starts and ends with the eyes. Of course I love a curvaceous figure… breasts, hips, legs… But I love to look into your eyes.

09. What makes me shiver?

Breathy whispers in my ear.

10. What is the most alluring fragrance on a woman?

One of my first girlfriends wore an Estée Lauder perfume called Cinnabar whose effects I have been unable to shake to this day. Oriental perfumes are… bliss.

11. Warm bath or steaming hot shower?

Alone? I'll take the shower. With you, a bath sounds like more fun!

12. Stay out of the rain or play in it?

I like to watch rain storms from the shelter of an overhang or an open window. I've never played in the rain that I can remember… But I love to play in the runoff of melting snow in the springtime.

13. What color do you feel the most and why?

Grey is the color of depression. Black is the color of self hatred. Red is the anger that takes me there. Hence my color-scheme.

14. What musical instrument pulls at you the most?

I would rank the beat of the drum as first, with the suggestiveness of the bass as a very close second

15. Skinny dipping in a lake or hot tubbing in the mountains?

Yes. Please.

16. Vacation for luxury - where and why?

Exactly where does not matter, but somewhere near an ocean where the beach is sandy and the currents allow you to swim if you like. Doesn't even need to be tropical. But I was recently reminded that I really love that.

17. Vacation for purpose or to help others - where and why?

I think I might try to help stop the spread of AIDS in Africa, where it seems to be doing significant damage. I don't know what I could do. Help to educate? Help to care for the infected?

18. Why pink?

Pink reminds me of bare skin. It's warm. It's soft. It makes me see through a fuzz filter.

19. Are you still inhibited?

Sometimes I worry about my performance, which takes me out of the moment. When I am worried I withdraw emotionally. So, yes. Sometimes.

20. Which is better, being free and dating multiple girls, or being in a really excellent monogamous relationship?

I don't know. I tried a very long-term relationship with marriage and it didn't work for me. Being single can be lovely in terms of being completely self-directed, yet it can also be lonely. I might just be a fickle bastard.

21. When you touch yourself, do you use one hand or both?

In my youth, in my parents' home, in my dark bedroom at night, I would quietly stroke my cock with my left hand and use my right hand to caress one or the other of my nipples.

Since my discovery of erotic imagery, I tend to use my left hand on my cock to stroke and my right hand to turn pages or use a mouse.

22. Do you like to be begged?

Yes, of course, Angel.

23. What sounds do you make when you cum?

I don't use four-letter words. Those come easily with anger, but sex for me has not typically been from that headspace. You might hear me inhale sharply, or say "Oh!" or "Oh, My God!" I will try to tell you when I'm going to come. After that, there aren't words so much as sounds like "Oh!" or "Ooh!" or "Ungh!" over and over again until the spasms stop.

And then I speak of bliss and gratitude.

24. I am a divorcé.

25. I was married seven years.

26. I was with the same woman for 10 years before that.

27. I felt repressed and bored and controlled.

28. Existing outside of that control now is very, very odd. I have to discover who I am.

29. I went through a short time of experimentation.

30. When all is said an done, I still want to have a family.

31. A second marriage is not out of the question.

32. I would be OK with not getting married again.

33. I would be OK if I did not have a child of my own.

34. I am open to whatever the future brings.

35. I wanted to be an atheist, but then I decided that there is too much that I do not know. I choose to believe that God is all-that-exists. I am part of all-that-exists. So are you.

36. I was baptized and confirmed as a Lutheran, but now I do not go to any church or subscribe to any system of belief. I've tried many, but I can't.

37. My marriage was a civil ceremony in a victorian bed-and-breakfast.

38. My divorce was strictly a matter of filling out and filing the correct paperwork and paying the filing fee. The decree came in the mail a few weeks later. I never appeared in a courtroom, nor did I hire an attorney.

39. I never expected the single life to be any sort of sexual free-for-all, but I absolutely cannot complain about what I have been gifted with.

40. Nothing about sexuality or the BDSM lifestyle has been shocking to me. Nor is it simple titillation for me to see. I find it warm and welcoming and profound.

41. I think women are beautiful.

42. I think sex is the most amazing experience I have ever had.

43. I crave physical contact, even if it is not sexual.

44. Sex is really on my mind almost all of the time.

45. I give really excellent massages.

46. I love cunnilingus. You know… making you come with my tongue.

47. I want you to keep coming.

48. I like to nibble and bite.

49. I enjoy leaving marks.

50. I'm not afraid to pull your hair really hard.

51. I want to learn to do rope bondage really well.

52. I like to tease you.

53. I think ball gags are sexy.

54. I think feet are sexy, but I don't like foot-fetish pornography.

55. I adore your legs in heels.

56. Well, I really adore legs. But I don't like fetish porn.

57. I've seen bare breasts of all ages at topless beaches in France. I used to think I was immune to breasts. I was wrong. Breasts are so riveting!

58. I love women's abdomens and hips. I prefer hips in fact. Please advertise your hips!

59. God bless low-rise anything!

60. And the way you move when you walk is sexy, too. When you try and when you don't.

61. I don't want to injure you, but I want you to feel. And I will go as far as it takes to make you feel what you want to feel. And then I want to go farther than that.

62. And I will be here when it is over.

63. And I want you to tell me if it was good.

64. And I will learn what was good so I can do it again.

65. And I will twist it so that it is not the same.

66. I promise.

67. Jesus, will I squirm if you whisper in my ear!

68. If you kiss and lick my ear I will shudder and tremble.

69. My nipples are small and damned sensitive, but seem to be connected to my cock.

70. You can bite them.

71. That will make me shudder, too.

72. I have never been penetrated.

73. I have never had anal sex.

74. My left ear is pierced twice, and my right ear once.

75. I am considering other piercings.

76. Once a woman asked me if I had a cock full of metal. In that moment I would like to have obliged her although really it's not a goal of mine.

77. I have no tattoos.

78. I plan to get tattoos. One woman suggested black ink was the sexiest. I'm inclined to agree.

79. I am suggestible.

80. And distractable.

81. These can be used against me.

82. I am not circumcised.

83. The head of my penis is so sensitive that almost all direct stimulation is nearly painful—until I approach orgasm.

84. I do take care to keep myself very clean.

85. I groom the hair in my pelvis. I like it better that way.

86. The medications I've taken change the way my orgasms feel. Wellbutrin made them better. Strattera makes them harder to achieve and dulls them.

87. By the way, I am likely bi-polar. A rapid-cycler. And I tend to be depressed. It just is.

88. My attention issues? I've been diagnosed with ADD. Is it co-morbid, or are the attention issues strictly a result of the depressive and bi-polar episodes? No one knows.

89. No one thought I lived up to my potential. When I was 26 I was finally diagnosed. I'm not hyperactive. No one thought to check me for that.

90. Sometimes I test with genius level IQ. Not always.

91. When I was seeking answers about ADD, my mother lightly smacked the back of my head and said, "There's nothing wrong with you!"

92. Heh. My father does not share that opinion.

93. I had hoped diagnosis would be a solution. It isn't. Although knowing can help with strategies.

94. I had hoped meds would be a solution. They are not, although they help with symptoms.

95. Talk therapy has provided most of the relief I have ever felt, finding out that I'm no freak—even if I'm unusual.

96. Changing my thoughts about myself (and my reactions to what I perceive are faults) has proved to be the most effective strategy I have followed.

97. Thinking I was a sex addict for nearly a year was perhaps one of the most emotionally destructive things that has happened to me.

98. I think 12-step groups are an insidious form of thought-control.

99. I am grateful to be alive and to think my own thoughts.

100. I am grateful you read this blog, and grateful for your thoughts and support.

Added on 12/4/2005

101. How did you come up with the name of your blog?

If you guessed that the name is derived from a Nine Inch Nails song, you're absolutely correct. The song is called Head Like a Hole. The refrain is "Head like a hole, black as your soul. I'd rather die than give you control…" Also worth mentioning is a lyric within the same song that goes "Bow down before the one you serve. You're going to get what you deserve."

It was the first NIN track I had ever heard. I liked it so much I bought a 12".

*Last updated February 2nd, 2008

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June 5, 2005

My Personality Type?

Every time I take something like this, the results seem a little different:

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June 4, 2005

The Party Last Weekend

I had the great honor of being invited to a party last weekend… A sort of BDSM party, for lack of better descriptive terms.

It was held at the residence of the host, in a rather secluded suburban setting. I attended with a good friend. She had been asked about whether or not I would be 'in' to such a thing. Would I be cool? Could I handle it? (My authoring this blog is not advertised). I felt honored to be included, frankly.

Walking up to the house, I could see some of the rooms lit with red light, and I could hear screams. It wasn't necessarily a comfort, walking out of the pitch black.

Inside the main entry was a set of shelves stocked thoughfully with various prophylactics, breath fresheners, and clothes-pins. I loved that many of these had more than one purpose.

In the opposite direction was a large piece of furniture for suspension scenes. While I never saw it used, I did later hear that it was in use—or should I say I heard one of the users of said furniture…

I and my companion were late-comers to the party. Everyone had eaten dinner before we had arrived. The spread was largely food designed to go along with a grilled entree of some type. The only things I ate were strawberries dressed in balsamic vinegar and some ripe olives.

What did I see?

The women wore stunning costumes. Wonderful corsets, stockings, fishnets, short-short skirts, PVC, and… pigtails. Gawd were they sexy! The boys? One guy wore a policeman's uniform. His pistol was a vibrator. He made a lot of jokes about serving the public, successfully getting confessions, cavity searches, and the like. The rest of the boys? Not so much. Too many t-shirts. The young boy wearing only jeans and tattoos was kinda sexy, but he was all over his girlfriend who was attired similarly.

But… hey, guys? Dress like you care a little maybe? I dunno… I mean I was only in black jeans and a black dress shirt. I wore it like I always wear my white whirts with jeans: top two buttons open and sleeves turned up twice. I thought maybe it was a little sexah?

Anyway… the host did take off his shirt at the request of one of the female guests who was also topless. After meeting the host and the, uh, cop, I witnessed my first sort of scene:

There were three women on a sofa. One on her back—I don't know that I ever saw her face. A second was straddling the upper body or face of the first. The third woman was kneeling between the thighs of the first—slapping the inside of the first woman's thighs with open hands. The second woman, who was running things, then reached to masturbate the first woman until she came—in front of about 20 or so very interested onlookers. And then the group was asked if anyone else wanted to play with the woman who had just come. That offer was accepted by a male who pulled her onto him and began to paddle her bottom.

Elsewhere in the house I met a beautiful subbie clad in a small PVC top and PVC skirt. She said her master had dressed her. RAWR! She had an excellent sense of humor and was not at all amused with the cops jokes—giving him the hand at one point.

There was play piercing, too. A woman with absolutely amazing breasts (and pierced nipples) laid back with a blissed out look as she was worked by a piercer who added multiple piercings over her chest and breasts. Some sort of string or filament was run between the piercings and pulled taught. Occasionally as the piercings went along, the piercer would pull on the filament, adding extra pressure and no doubt intensifying the sensations immensely. I didn't see any blood—which reminds me that the only house rule was "No blood on the carpet."

The most intense scene I witnessed involved a nude young woman who was restrained with both cuffs and rope, and tied to a bench so that her back and buttocks were exposed. I had hope that the rope work would be more elegant—it seemed to have nice beginnings—but once it was clear the woman was secured, the rope work ended.

She was worked on by both a Dom and a Domme, who took turns with various implements: bare hands, floggers, um, this wire-loop thing, and other stuff… each of which they worked to a screaming crescendo. The Domme seemed to more intuitively understand how to elicit the scream. While I left the house before the woman was released, I do understand that a good time was had by all.

Needless to say… I didn't fall right to sleep after I got back to my hotel room.

Whoa.

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June 2, 2005

My Good Little Girl

I want to pull your hair.

And fuck you silly.

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