IS THERE SUCH A THING AS GAY TRANSPHOBIA?

My personal view of whether there is a bias towards transgendered people among the gay/lesbian community is a definite 'yes!' - but from individuals.

However, as to whether the bias is widespread, rooted deep within the community is questionable. 

Personally, I became aware of possible bias from the gay / lesbian community when I hosted a 'trans' event within a gay pub in Reading. It was during this event, the interactions I witnessed started me wondering whether, what I experienced was a one off prejudice, by one or two people, or a general bias towards transgendered people by the gay community.


I do not believe it is wide spread. But below are some articles outlining a different view. 

A discussion on this topic would be most welcome.

Transgender community face hate speech from Lesbian and Gay people.

Transphobia is not something that just happens because of heteronormativity. As we gradually make our way through the end of the first decade of the 21st century this much becomes clear; homonormativity is just as virulent as its sibling. A scenario between two South African activists -one a transsexual man and the other, a lesbian- during which the lesbian activist said, “once born a woman you will die a woman” and admits to saying so is typical of transphobic slur. The difference here is she admitted to casting the aspersion. Usually you are met with a barrage of denials which is symptomatic of bully cultures. The problem we face now is whether we like it or not, this is happing in our communities.

BDSM women's spaces and transphobia

When bending gender around can be described as a fetish, and you combine that with a sizeable population of transmen and transwomen in a smallish subculture, the results can be explosive, confusing and often pretty offensive.

Of all the arguments I've seen pan out in the BDSM community, the debates over where transwomen are 'allowed' to be and what they represent are often the longest and most heated.

We've had the argument over the personal ads, whether transwomen should have to put themselves in a separate category from other women so men don't have to look at their profiles. We've argued at great length about the London Ladies' Munch, who took a democratic decision to only allow physically transitioned transwomen in. I get what they were trying to do (which I'll explain later..) and think the move was well-intentioned, but it resulted in a lot of people using the contention over exactly what constituted 'fully transitioned' to have a grand transphobic rant. We've also had an argument about women's toilets at clubs and who should be allowed in them, which resulted in the same.

Neil A. Armstrong - 1930 - 2012 RIP

Neil A. Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon, was born in Wapakoneta, Ohio, on August 5, 1930. He began his NASA career in Ohio.

After serving as a naval aviator from 1949 to 1952, Armstrong joined the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics (NACA) in 1955. His first assignment was with the NACA Lewis Research Center (now NASA Glenn) in Cleveland. Over the next 17 years, he was an engineer, test pilot, astronaut and administrator for NACA and its successor agency, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA).

As a research pilot at NASA's Flight Research Center, Edwards, Calif., he was a project pilot on many pioneering high speed aircraft, including the well known, 4000-mph X-15. He has flown over 200 different models of aircraft, including jets, rockets, helicopters and gliders.

Armstrong transferred to astronaut status in 1962. He was assigned as command pilot for the Gemini 8 mission. Gemini 8 was launched on March 16, 1966, and Armstrong performed the first successful docking of two vehicles in space.

As spacecraft commander for Apollo 11, the first manned lunar landing mission, Armstrong gained the distinction of being the first man to land a craft on the moon and first to step on its surface.

Armstrong subsequently held the position of Deputy Associate Administrator for Aeronautics, NASA Headquarters, Washington, D.C. In this position, he was responsible for the coordination and management of overall NASA research and technology work related to aeronautics.

He was Professor of Aerospace Engineering at the University of Cincinnati between 1971-1979. During the years 1982-1992, Armstrong was chairman of Computing Technologies for Aviation, Inc., Charlottesville, Va.

He received a Bachelor of Science Degree in Aeronautical Engineering from Purdue University and a Master of Science in Aerospace Engineering from the University of Southern California. He holds honorary doctorates from a number of universities.

I believe that the Good Lord gave us a finite number of heartbeats and I'm damned if I'm going to use up mine running up and down a street.

~ Neil Armstrong 

Armstrong is a Fellow of the Society of Experimental Test Pilots and the Royal Aeronautical Society; Honorary Fellow of the American Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics, and the International Astronautics Federation.

He is a member of the National Academy of Engineering and the Academy of the Kingdom of Morocco. He served as a member of the National Commission on Space (1985-1986), as Vice-Chairman of the Presidential Commission on the Space Shuttle Challenger Accident (1986), and as Chairman of the Presidential Advisory Committee for the Peace Corps (1971-1973).

Armstrong has been decorated by 17 countries. He is the recipient of many special honors, including the Presidential Medal of Freedom; the Congressional Space Medal of Honor; the Explorers Club Medal; the Robert H. Goddard Memorial Trophy; the NASA Distinguished Service Medal; the Harmon International Aviation Trophy; the Royal Geographic Society's Gold Medal; the Federation Aeronautique Internationale's Gold Space Medal; the American Astronautical Society Flight Achievement Award; the Robert J. Collier Trophy; the AIAA Astronautics Award; the Octave Chanute Award; and the John J. Montgomery Award.

"This is one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."

The world pays homage - Neil Armstrong 1930 - 2012

Prostitution - V - One night stands. Feminism???

I had a great discussion with a girl friend of a friend the other day.... The basis - Feminism?? The topics we discussed were:

• Prostitution ( I don't like to refer to this in these terms but..)
• One night stands

The four above elements rolled into one giant, painful and ill informed discussion. I am not one to mince my words, hide my views or be ashamed of what I think. If you don't like it - go play somewhere else. 

The conversation started where and how I cannot recollect. But it started. With how many one night stands I'd had in my 38 years of life.. The answer was simple. NONE. The reply from the girlfriend of a friend (whom I shall refer to from now on as Amanda) was one of shock.

Amanda: "Serious? None? Why"

Me: "I'm worth more than that."

Amanda: " What do you mean??"

Me: "I'm worth more than a couple of pints of beer!"

Silence.. I asked her how many she'd had ( take note that she is only 29)

Amanda: "Well, I've slept with about 60 blokes." 

I nearly choked when she said that was the same as most of her friends.. My mind calculated the averages: Start at 16. Current age 29 = 13 years of sexual activity.. note she'd had 3 long term relationships....number of non active years while in relationship = 6. Wait, I'm getting there...

13 - 6 = 7 years for one night stands = 8 one night stands in a year... WOW

Me: Why so many? 

Amanda: "I was drunk, they looked nice......"

Me: You should've got paid for it.. would've made some money! "

This is when she blew! stating she wasn't a prostitute and would never sleep with a man for money. REALLY??? Maths again...8 one night stands in a year over 7 years.... Overnight too I'm guessing...That equates to, say £500 per one night stand.... that's roughly £28,000!!

Me: "There is nothing wrong with being an escort!!"

Amanda: "No..that's distgusting. I'm not a whore!"

I needed to say my piece...

Me: " So, what you're saying is, that you'll sleep with a bloke for a few pints on a night out but never sleep with a bloke for money? But, he is paying you. With cheap drink!"

Amanda: "It's not the same. They liked me...We were attracted to each other!"

Me: "How many liked you enough to see you again?"

Well, I'm sure you can see how the conversation went.. My view is clear. I have a huge respect for women in the sex industry. Yes, there is a lot of women exploited and made to work for little money. I am referring to the women who choose to work this way ( and there are many -friends I know) who DO choose to work in the industry, make money and see it as a career.

Amanda may view one night stands as part of life. I don't. Men need us more than we need them. Not many women would 'pay-for-sex' and when they do, its because they want to - not because they couldn't pull to save their lives, and men who enjoy one night stands - those who can't afford to pay. 

What is cheap to me, is Amanda's view that having money put into your hand for sex and money poured down your throat for sex are two different things. They are not. She was being paid for her pussy by blokes who told her she was nice, pretty and sexy. brought her drinks till she was no longer sober, took advantage of her and then threw her out in the morning. 

To me, she short changed herself! 

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SUBMISSION CINEMA: SECRETARIES, CALL GIRLS AND GORE POLICE

I’ve been on a kick lately of watching movies relating to the BDSM lifestyle and I’ve decided that I’ve yet to come across a decent movie with an accurate portrayal of a kink lifestyle. I’m a filthy fucking sadomasochist myself, so this is of particular interest to me.

I started off my marathon with Secretary, which is a movie I saw for the first time when I was 18 and I vividly remember it as the beginning of myself admitting that this is what I’m into. Watching it the second time though… Oh gads no. Don’t get me wrong, Maggie Gyllenhaal doing chores while shackled in arm restraints will forever be one of my most fapped to mental images. There’s some pleasantly dirty stuff going on in it and that’s awesome. What really irked me though was the portrayal of masochism.

Sure, there’s lots of instances of self-harmers later in life understanding that what they were doing was just misguided sadomasochism; I get that. But in a world where sadomasochism is still listed in the DSM as a paraphilia, this gets touchy. 

The freaky, awesome shit I do in my bedroom with consenting partners shouldn’t get me put under a psych evaluation, but this movie completely reinforces the idea that there is an element of abuse to D/s type play.

It's gotta be true...It was written in the Daily Mail

Melanie

Courtesy of my delicious sub and friend:  MJ Anonymous

It was another hot and humid day, the heat wave showed no signs of letting go and the city was starting to suffer. The heat in her apartment was nearly unbearable since the air-conditioning had broken down and the only way Melanie could cope was to strip off until she was just left with her red panties on. It gave her a thrill to be like this, so free of sticky clothes, her skin able to feel every little stir of the air from the big fan that hummed quietly by the window. It felt so good that she'd put some music on and was dancing around the room on her own.

Her eyes were closed as the song came to an end, it was one of her favorites and she'd turned the volume up loud. She opened her eyes and at first didn't quite believe what she was seeing. Just inside the apartment door was a man and he looked dangerous.

She froze and gasped, her hands flying up unconsciously to cover her naked breasts. Who was he? What was he doing here? He hadn't said a word, just stood there. Looking at him she could see he was tired, worn out. He was injured, the right sleeve of his shirt was stained red with fresh blood. In his left hand was a large Bowie knife, the blade glinting wickedly in the sunlight.

The Young Master

Courtesy of my delicious sub and friend:  MJ Anonymous

All Europe was abuzz with talk of war as Christmas 1914 approached. The young master had gone to London to join a cavalry regiment, convinced it would be an adventure. Melanie had a secret crush on the young master but as a housemaid the chance of him even noticing her were slim, no matter how often she fluttered her eyelids and flashed a glorious smile in his direction.

She was thinking about the young master this morning, how dashing he'd look in his new uniform, imagining him sweeping through the wide front door, stamping snow from his shining boots, before coming for her... Lost in a daydream Melanie's arms reached out and knocked the crystal decanter over on the dining table she was supposed to be cleaning.

The Arrogant Knight

Courtesy of my delicious sub and friend:  MJ Anonymous

He didn't know how, but the arrogant knight who’d accosted him in the market square now lay dead amongst the mud and rotten fruit. Before he could run, the palace guard had appeared from nowhere, pushed him to the ground and bound him tightly, all the while raining blows on his unprotected body until the blue sky seen far above had shrunk to a single point then winked out and all was blackness.

He groggily came to, not knowing how long he’d been unconscious. It took him a moment to realise a hood had been put over his head. Taking an inventory of himself there seemed no lasting damage, he was naked and had been tied to a wall, his limbs stretched out.

Jeremy & Lady Leyla

Submitted by: Peter jackson

"Herewith my little submission.  I would love to know what you think of it:"

Jeremy has quite an important job in industry but whenever possible he likes to be reminded of his school days where the housemistress in charge of his boarding house was extremely beautiful but also very strict and vindictive.  She was a firm believer in the value of corporal punishment for naughty boys.  From time to time Lady Leyla helps Jeremy relive his schooldays.

Lady Leyla is her usual elegant and disdainful self in her role as Jeremy's housemistress.  She is wearing a white blouse and a short black skirt and her elegant legs are covered with nylon stockings.  Her black high - heeled shoes have spiky high heels.  Jeremy knows he is in love with her but fears her ruthlessness and her punishments.

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If you have a fetish - you have a mental illness

According to the World Health Organisation, sadomasochists and transvestites are suffering from mental disorders, sexual perversions in the same category as paedophilia.

The World Health Organization is a specialized agency of the United Nations with primary responsibility for international health matters and public health. Through this organization, which was created in 1948, the health professions of some 180 countries exchange their knowledge and experience with the aim of making possible the attainment by all citizens of the world by the year 2000 of a level of health that will permit them to lead a socially and economically productive life.

The ICD-10 Classification of Mental and Behavioural Disorders (WHO)


F65 Disorders of sexual preference
F65.0 Fetishism
F65.1 Fetishistic transvestism
F65.2 Exhibitionism
F65.3 Voyeurism
F65.4 Paedophilia
F65.5 Sadomasochism
F65.6 Multiple disorders of sexual preference
F65.8 Other disorders of sexual preference
F65.9 Disorder of sexual preference, unspecified

Kink 101 & Feminism

BDSM may set off red flags for feminists, says Kit Roskelly. But so does sitting in judgment on women's sexual preferences.

"When we get freedom for all, you'll do as you're told!"

It's an old joke, and its origins have got lost somewhere along the line. It may have been a trade unionist who said it first, or an anarchist. Or maybe even a feminist, because we are not immune to that unfortunate disease of oppressed groups - occasionally, we turn our oppression in and allow ourselves to repeat the patriarchy's mistakes on smaller minority groups within our own ranks.

That is not how feminism should work. More specifically, feminism should not have a prescriptive stance on female sexuality, that subject of so much debate both outside and within the feminist movement. Feminists discuss and question; we frequently disagree and agree to differ; we debate assumptions and challenge stereotypes, but prescriptivism should not be on our agenda.

There was a heated debate among lesbian feminists in the 1970s and '80s about the use of strap-ons during sex between women. One group argued furiously that women did not need phallic toys for pleasure, and that using strap-ons was a sign that we had not yet thrown off the shackles - and the symbols - of the patriarchy. Another side of the debate held that sometimes a sex toy is just a sex toy, and if they feel good, why should they not use them?

In more recent years, a middle ground has been reached. Women now are able to consider whether or not they are turned on by phallic sex-toys, and what that says - if anything - about their dependence on men. That choice is now seen as an individual one and few women will argue strenuously on the point. In more recent years, we have become more able to take a live-and-let-live attitude to these issues, and feel less inclined to police the grey areas of feminist discourse and female sexuality.

It is surely a mistake for anyone within the feminist movement to sit in judgement on another woman's sexual preferences

Clearly, some issues are not up for discussion and feminists take a united stand on them. Consent is an absolute requirement of sexual interaction, and the louder that is insisted upon the better. Feminists are more than aware of the cloudy concepts of consent held by many people, and make a point of clarifying those boundaries and arguing for them to be clearly enshrined in law and the public consciousness. Consent is essential.

In addition to consent, though, a feminist view of sexuality must put value on mindfulness - on an awareness of the political impact of personal choices. This is the issues the lesbian feminists of the '70s and '80s raised, and it is a vastly important one.

In a society where women, and particularly women's sexual desires, are policed, obfuscated and subjected to constant re-writing by male 'experts', how much is a woman's desire her own, and how much does she draw from the society around her telling her how to think and behave?

The cautionary tale of Dawn......

   - who found her private life wasn't so private after all...

My custody issues came about midway through the negotiations surrounding my divorce. My ex and I had already been separated for 3 years, and our children, both under 10, were living with me. I have a boyfriend whom I met on the scene, but we do not live together.

My ex knew nothing about my interest in BDSM or club going, and I thought I had been quite discreet about it. Sadly for me, a close family member had "let slip" the word "fetish" in a discussion with my ex, who, picked up on it, and decided to have me followed by a private detective, to see just where I went in my free time and who I socialised with. My boyfriend and I were completely unaware of all this; the first I knew was when I got a phone call from my seriously worried solicitor, who had received a dossier of photos of me, downloaded from a web site. My vanilla solicitor, a capable, professional woman in an out of town practice, had clearly never seen anything like this in her life, and was at a loss as to how best to proceed!

A guide to “legitimate” rape??? Is Todd Akin INSANE??

When Todd Akin (the GOP candidate for the U.S. Senate in Missouri) went on television Sunday and explained his opposition to abortion — even in the case of rape — by stating,

“If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down,”

it was a highly illuminating moment in American discourse. For one thing, it proved that a man with six children can still have absolutely no idea how the female reproductive system works.

A guide to “legitimate” rape

BDSM Warning! please read..(JOKE)

John Doe strode into the bedroom , wearing His leather Postal Worker's uniform. He sneered at the bound and gagged figure on the bed, as He reached into His latex mail bag. Jane Doe, a 29 year old schoolgirl, looked up at her Master, her eyes a mixture of fear and desire. She gasped as He brought a knife with a 9 ~ inch blade out of the bag.

"I saw something on the Internet which I want us to try," He said sternly,

"Are you willing?"

Jane nodded eagerly and mumbled, "yeff Mather".

John smiled as He bent close and cut her free of her bonds.

"Strip", He ordered as He began to remove His own clothes..

Jane quickly complied, wondering what new delights her beloved Master had in store for her.

"Lay back on the bed", He commanded.

Jane did so. John then laid on top of her.

"Tonight my dear", He whispered while reaching for the light switch.. "We are going ........... Vanilla!"

"NOOOOOOoooooooooo", cried Jane as the room plunged into darkness.

The above tale is true. John eventually left Jane to move in with a vanilla woman. They now have a 24/7 vanilla lifestyle, regularly enjoying home improvements, Tupperware parties and only having sex 3 times a year.

Jane was more fortunate and now attends Vanillas Anonymous, with help and guidance she is slowly recovering. Only last week she was able to stand up and say,

"I have the right to more than one sexual position!"

Vanilla is dangerous and should not be practiced at home. 

If anyone offers you vanilla sex, just say No.

This has been a BDSM safety awareness announcement

Sexual Evolution: Recent research challenges notion of Female Monogamy

Bar the doors and break out the chastity belts, boys, because girls of most species sleep around, and it's for their own good, if not yours.

For generations, biologists had assumed females to be naturally chaste, while males were renowned for their promiscuity. Even Charles Darwin, who invented the idea of sexual selection, didn't dare challenge the Victorian morals of his day. Man evolved from ape, fine. But an immodest and lustful Mother Nature? 

Heaven forbid!

Now, hundreds of studies and a spate of books are challenging that conventional wisdom. Females of many species, it turns out, have evolved strategies for passing on their genes that involve copulating with multiple males -- and recognition of that fact is literally changing our view of the birds and the bees.

"Natural selection, it seems, often smiles on strumpets," says evolutionary biologist Olivia Judson, author of "Dr. Tatiana's Sex Advice to All Creation," the most recent and entertaining book exploring the variety of female harlotry.

"As a rule, loose females have more and healthier children."

To be sure, biologists are examining these questions in the dispassionate light of scientific inquiry. In describing their theories, they prefer the more neutral term "polyandry," meaning many males, instead of "promiscuity." And they caution laypeople not to look to nature's own apparent infidelities for any justification of their own behavior.

The misbegotten idea that males evolved to make love and females to demur gained scientific currency in the late 1940s in fruit fly experiments by Angus Bateman, a British scientist who reached his erroneous conclusions in part because his experiments lasted only three or four days.

Had he run his experiments longer, he might have discovered that male black- bellied fruit flies secrete an anti-aphrodisiac in their semen that's relatively short lived. As soon as it runs out, females become interested in copulating again.

On the surface, the conventional view made sense. Sperm seemed to come cheap to males, while eggs were expensive to females, which have to invest the time to raise offspring. Scientists could not fathom any possible benefit of multiple partners of females, and they could come up with plenty of potential costs, such as sexually transmitted diseases.

BIRDS DO IT

Then came DNA paternity testing. In one species after another, it turned out that biologists were as cuckolded as the males they had been observing. The first and most extensive examples of polyandry were found among avian species, which was quite a shock to scientists because birds had appeared to be paragons of traditional family values.

"The way the male and female rush back and forth to their demanding brood of chicks seems like nature's model of good parenting," says Marlene Zuk, biology professor at UC Riverside and author of "Sexual Selections: What We Can and Can't Learn About Sex From Animals."

"Now, we find that they're actually in the same situation as millions of modern-day husbands and wives, eyeing a child warily and making uneasy jokes about the milkman," she says.

DNA testing in chicks of seemingly monogamous females showed a wide range of extra mates. In one study, for example, as much as 90 percent of the offspring of the brilliantly colored Australian fairy wren were from mates other than the presumed father.

Biologists have struggled to come up with broad theories for why females benefit from playing the field, but so far the reasons seem to vary widely according to species. A lot of complex theory boils down to this: A gal's got to do what's necessary to ensure the survival of her genes.

Carol Cruzan Morton, Special to The Chronicle, 

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A Guest for Dinner -

 A Guest for Dinner

Sophie was just finishing yoga. Friday yoga was always the hardest, an hour and half of intense yoga in an overly warm room. Clearly if she got to choose, she would not choose this class, but she didn't get to choose, so she went faithfully.

In the locker room, wrapped in a towel she was drying her hair, when she heard her phone chime. A text message, right on time. She really was on a very short leash.

“Call me when you are leaving the gym.”

It was a text from Carlos. It was unusual for him to text to her. She had hopped Peter would be back this afternoon.

Finishing her locker room routine and repacking her gym bag, she made her way outside, to walk the 12 blocks back to the townhouse. She and Peter and Carlos had moved into the townhouse about a year ago. Carlos was working from the city more often and she and Peter had solidified their relationship and Carlos had become a part of that as well.

The townhouse had been a duplex at one time, but in the span of 6 months, Carlos and Peter had converted it into a large and spacious house. When she lost her job, due to corporate rightsizing, it had been decided that she would be kept. Carlos and Peter kept her busy and she kept house and in turn, the boys as she liked to privately think about them, kept her in line and objectively speaking, in style.

Stepping into a quiet corner on the street, just outside the gym she dials Carlos's office number.

“Carlos, it is Sophie.”

“Right on time, good girl.”

She blushed.

“There have been some developments. I need you to stop by my office on the way home. Understood?”

“Yes, Carlos, I will be there in about 10 minutes.”

“Don't be late.”

With that he ended the call.

She turned and doubled back and hurried to Carlos's office. Taking the elevator to the penthouse suite, she waived at Bianca, Carlos's assistant as she headed directly to his office. He was on the phone, but motioned for her to come in and shut the door. Then he turned his back, leaving her to stand in the office waiting on him.

Ending the call, he walked to the door, locked it and snapped his fingers. Immediately Sophie sank to the floor, to kneel, her legs spread, palms on her knees, her gaze up.

Carlos walked over to her and gave her freshly washed hair a gentle playful yank.

“So we will be having company tonight and you will be serving us. Peter is delayed and will more than likely miss some of the party, but nonetheless, you will be expected to serve and do us proud. I have rearranged a meeting, but I will just barely make it home in time to see to all the preparations.”

Sophie listened attentively. By preparations, she knew he meant her.

“So we will get the ball rolling now.”

Carlos walked over to his desk, unlocked a drawer and removed a black box, snapping his fingers twice as he did so. Sophie immediately and gracefully bent forward, ass raised high, arms stretched out in front of her, in what could be called a perverted child's pose. Sophie had been careful to make sure her skirt was no longer covering her ass.

She heard Carlos coming up behind her. They she felt him caressing her ass. Gentle strokes, then whack, he smacked her left cheek and then her right, with force.

“Tonight a very special guest is coming over, on short notice. I have arranged for Janet to stay and help with the meal and I am having the meal catered, as there isn't time to plan appropriately. You will be serving tonight and Peter and I are counting on you to be impeccable. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Carlos.”

“You are to go home and go into the Room and remove box 7. You are not to open the box, but have it in your room on the bed and you are to be naked and waiting on me. I am changing my schedule and will arrive home around 4:30 pm.”

As he spoke he was gently stroking her ass, almost absent mindedly. In the summer, she was prohibited from wearing panties. When they moved to the townhouse, Peter made her get rid of every pair of pants and every pants suit she owned with the exception of a few pairs of jeans and some short shorts. Her pussy was to be clean shaven and lucky for her the laser treatments had worked, she was very smooth and hairless with very little effort these days.

“Before you begin waiting for me, you are to put your hair in two french braids and do your make up. I want tasteful make up, with the exception of your lip stick, that is to be the bright glossy red. While you wait for me, you are to stimulate your nipples. Tug, pinch, rub, repeat and do not stop for any reason.”

As he spoke this time, he smacked her cheeks alternately, for emphasis.

Normally she was prohibited from touching her pussy or her nipples without Peter or Carlos being present. Outside of in the shower, for hygienic purposes, her body was not to be touced by her.

“Yes, Carlos.”

Her face pressed into the carpet she heard Carlos opening something and then she heard the flip of a tube, felt the cold lube on her anus and her pussy, then his fingers invading both holes. She tried to stifle a moan. With Peter gone, Carlos had administered her discipline and had worked with her orgasm control exercises, but he had not fucked her, aside from fucking her mouth last Sunday after her accounting and punishment session.

“Massage your clit, until you are about to come, but you do not have permission to come.”

“Yes Carlos” she said, her left hand sneaking down between her legs. She was already very sensitive and it did not take long. Even though she longed to draw it out, she dared not. It had been too long and her control felt shakier than normal today.

“Good girl. Don't stop yet, just a little more Sophie.”

“Yes, Carlos.” Sophie tried to be gentle but her clit was burning and her pussy was so achy. If she came on accident, she would be in big trouble.

She heard the buzzing before she felt it, the egg vibe. Carlos was pressing it against the sensitive tissue between her pussy and anus and then directly on her pussy and then pressing it against her clit.

“No, no please Carlos.” She was whimpering now, trying so hard to not come. She knew she wasn't allowed to ask, but she really couldn't hold it.

Just when she thought she was going to have an accident, the vibe stopped and then all of a sudden, she felt something being shoved into her ass and her pussy. All. The. Way. In. Then she felt a strap between her legs and a belt being fastened around her waist. She clenched her pussy around the dildo and then decided that was a bad idea. Her fingers ached to rub her clit with her pussy stretched so tight.

“Up you go.” Carlos said with a playful swat to her behind.

Standing was, well interesting with the two dildos in place. Sophie wasn't sure about walking. All the way home.

“So you get going and I will see you at home.” Carlos said by way of dismissal and Sophie grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

From Carlos's office it was at least 20 blocks home. As she walked, she felt very aware of her pussy and just how achy it was. Every step seemed to stimulate her but not enough to actually do anything, other than be annoying.

As she neared the house, her cell phone rang.

“Hello Carlos.”

“Where are you?”

“Two blocks from the house, Carlos.”

“You better hurry Sophie. You don't want your first surprise to happen on the street.”

With that Carlos ended the call.

Hurrying as quickly as she could, Sophie trotted up the next block and bound up the stairs to the townhouse. Letting herself in and stowing her yoga mat in the hallway closet. Taking the stairs upstairs to her room, she tossed her yoga wear in the hamper and hung her bag up in the closet. Just as she was about to head to the kitchen and see what Janet needed help with the preparations, when all of a sudden, the dildos, which had just begun to be less annoying, sprang to life. The insistent buzz stopped her in her tracks and had her gripping the door jam. Shifting trying to take the pressure off her g-spot. She moaned and tried to think about anything but coming.

Just as she was about to give up thinking about the last time she had a root canal and just come already taking the consequences, her cell chimed and the buzzing stopped.

Struggling to not sound winded she answered the phone, “Yes. Carlos.”

“Did you come Sophie?” he demanded.

“No Carlos.”

“Good girl. Remember you aren't to come. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Carlos. It is understood.”

“Did you think about coming?”

“Yes, Carlos. I tried not to, but it was getting very challenging.”

“But you didn't come.”

“No, Carlos. I did not come.”

“Good girl Sophie.”

“I want you to strip do your make up and fix your hair and then to kneel by the bed. Meditate until you are stimulated again. Then once that ends, you are to begin preparing your nipples. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Carlos.”

“Good girl, Sophie. Remember, do not even think of coming.”

Working quickly, she did her hair and then her make up, taking special care with her lips, first lining them, filling them in with pencil and then applying the thick read lip color. Finishing off with the lacquer glossy over coat. She looked like one of those girls in that 80s rock video.

Going to the foot of bed, she knelt and let her mind wander. She wondered what all this was about. It wasn't like she hadn't served at a party the boys had held before. Twice she had offered blow jobs for poker night and once a group of other lifestylers had come over. Never had anyone made such a fuss.

Just as she had calmed her mind, the probes began to slowly vibrate and then as she shifted, trying to find a less difficult position, their speed increased and she sank back onto her heels and simply tried to breath her way through it. The vibration was more annoying that pleasurable, but she felt her pussy clenching all the same. Willing herself not to come, she tried again to think of the most unpleasant things possible. Slowly, with twitches and fits of intense vibrations, it was over.

Being dutiful, she reached up cupped her breasts and began to prepare her nipples as Carlos had instructed her. First she tugged, then she pinched, hard just like Peter had trained her and then she rubbed, pushing her thumb into the soft tissue of her nipples.

Sophie had no idea how long she was at her task. She was sitting so she could not see the clock and she did not dare stop. Not following instructions always landed her in hot water and she had in fact learned her lessons the hard way.

Almost completely lost in her meditative task, she nearly missed the fact that Carlos had entered the room.

“Enough Sophie.”

She opened her eyes, slowly becoming aware of the fact that she had drifted off during her task. She watched Carlos move about the room. He had changed into an all black suit and a white shirt, with his fancy cuff links.

He removed the lid of the box and laid the contents on the bed. She had never seen any of these items. Long leather like sleeves, a very odd looking collar, something clinky and metal, and nipple clamps, which she most assuredly had seen before. Felt before too.

“So tonight Juan Ramirez is coming over. He is a very important business partner for Peter and I. He is also my mentor. He introduced me to all of these wonders. He is very old school and he will expect you to act like the perfect slave. Your training and execution is a direct reflection on Peter and I. Never mind that our training is slightly unorthodox and you are not our slave exactly, tonight you will play the part and all will be well. I will be there and very soon Peter too.”

Carlos snapped his fingers three times, signaling her to stand and place her hands behind her head thrusting her breasts out. Carlos walk towards her with a corset, that left her breasts exposes, but had a built in garter belt like bits of leather hanging off it. With efficient hands, he began lacing her into the corset, pulling the ties, tighter and tighter, until it was hard to breath deeply and her waist looked amazing and tiny. Next came stockings and 4 inch heels which locked to her ankles, complete with little locks.

Carlos snapped his fingers and Sophie sank gracefully to her knees. He began to fit the heavy collar around her neck, the bottom of it slightly cupped her shoulders.

“This is a posture collar. It will keep your head upright. You will not be able to look up or down. Well side to side either.”

He moved around behind and she felt her panic rise slightly as he fastened what sounded like three, no maybe four straps. It felt very tight around her neck and when she tried to turn to see what he was doing, she found that her head was basically immobile, just as he had said it would be.

He walked around in front of her and smacked her left breast. Sophie yelped and gasped for air. Then he pinched and pulled her nipples and quickly attached a nipple clamp. Then repeated the process on her right breast. The nipple clamps were on a chain and there was an O ring in the middle, which was currently laying against her tummy.

“Drop your arms and put them behind your back.”

She did as she was told and the movement caused her breasts to move and she felt it radiate to the points of her nipples.

She felt a sleeve going on and then then the other. The all of a sudden, her arms were being drawn together and back, very tightly. This caused her breasts to stick out more. Then she felt Carlos securing her arms to the base of the corset. It was rather tight and not all together comfortable. Peter had on occasion used some difficult bondage, as punishment, but this was different.

“How do you feel, Sophie?”

“Snug, Carlos.”

“Good. You look like a beautiful package.”

Carlos came around in front of her again and he had a strange metal device in his hand. It looked scary. She would have turned her head away, but she couldn't move it.

“Tonight, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Early in the night, you will be wearing this, so talking really won't be much of an option. Later in the evening, speak only when spoken to. Answer me as you always do – Yes, Carlos or No, Carlos. When speaking to Peter, you will address him as Sir. If Mr. Ramirez speaks to you or asks you a question, you will respectfully reply to him as Mr. Ramirez. Is that clear, Sophie?”

“Yes Carlos.”

Just then there was a buzz on the intercom and the sound of Janet answering the door and handling the formalities.

“They are here. We must finish. Open your mouth, Sophie.”

She did and she felt the cold metal fit into her mouth and Carlos was fastening it behind her head. Two straps. Then she heard a clicking as he seemed to be opening it wider. She felt herself struggling to breath normally and then she felt the first drops of drool drip down her chin.

Without saying another word, Carlos clipped a leash to the O ring in the chain on her nipple clamps, and he tugged gently. Since he had not given her the command to get up, she crawled slowly behind him.

From the play room downstairs, it was a quick cut through the kitchen to Peter's study. Taking her to the corner, where generally an end table stood, Carlos placed the leash over her shoulder and walked out the room.

What could she do, but sit there, knees spread, breasts on display while the drool continued to drip from her open lips, down her chin and onto her chest.

She heard noises from the living room, hushed voices then louder laughs. Conversation in Portuguese and Spanish. More laughing and then she heard Carlos, thank Janet for their drinks and then they made their way down the hallway.

“Please do come in, Peter just rang and he is stuck in traffic, but will be here very soon. You know, air travel just isn't as it used to be.”

“Quiet so.” The accented voice replied.

Two men Sophie did not know filed into the room and Carlos followed, inviting the older one to sit in one of the leather chairs. The other, younger man stood near the door. Carlos took a seat in the other chair and placed his drink on the waiting coaster.

“So Carlos, business is good.” The older man said, waving his arm around indicating the room, with its rich masculine furnishings and then his gaze fixed on her. Sophie struggled to keep her eyes straight ahead under such a naked appraisal.

Carlos and the man chuckle and Carlos said, “Yes Juan, business is very good. As you know, Peter and I have a venture together and separately our work is very profitable as well.”

This train of conversation continues for a while. The older man, Juan, asking questions and considering Carlos's response. Carlos speaking deferentially and politely. It became clear to Sophie, who was feeling slightly spacey from her predicament and trying to be perfect, that Carlos clearly respect this man a great deal. She wanted to reflect well on Peter and Carlos. Once upon a time she would have suffered through these kinds of parties and felt like she needed to participate.

Tonight, she let her mind just be quiet and listen as they talked.

The drool was slowly rolling down her chest, creating a little stream, waterfalling from her red lips down across her creamy white breasts. Sophie wondered for awhile if there was s little puddle on the floor. Wondering about the possibility of a puddle was a nice distraction from the nagging ache building up in her nipples.

“So Carlos, enough with business. Now, now you must tell me about this.” the man says, pointing at her and leveling his assertive gaze upon her.

“This is Sophie, our beloved pet.”

“Might I take a closer look at her? She seems quite lovely and so well behaved, so quiet.”

Carlos rose and came over to her, took her leash and lead her to the middle of the room. Sophie tried to crawl after him as gracefully and as sweetly as she could manage. She was also careful to keep up, desperately not wanting to up the ante in terms of the ache in her pinched nipples.

The man rose and came the the center of the room and proceed to walk around her, occasionally giving her head a pat or her hair a tussle. He stopped in front of her and then slapped a breast, watching it move. The slap had been light, but it caused the nipple clamps to sway, and Sophie tried very hard to not moan audibly.

“She really is quiet lovely. Very obedient and quiet. Well done, Carlos.” he said and sat back down in his chair.

“Peter should get the credit. Sophie is his pet, he has invested much in her training. Given his traveling and my move to the city, he graciously asked me to occasionally look after his pet and then when this townhouse became available, we made the move. At this point, my care for his pet has grown, but make no mistake, she is his pride and joy.”

The man nodded.

They sat there drinking their cocktails and just looking at her for what felt like a very long time. Slowly the new ache in her nipples eased to a warm glow.

“Might I take a closer look again. Perhaps she has a trick or two?”

Carlos nodded and snapped his fingers. Sophie crawled forward and stopped in front of the man. He reached down and removed the leash from the chain connected to her nipples. He placed the leash over the side of the chair. Grabbed the chain and rocked it to and fro, pulling lightly and then harder. He rubbed the outer edge of her left breast and then the right breast. Slapped them gently over and over. Pressed and tugged some more. Sophie wanted to scream, but she knew she would be disappointing if she did so, so she focused on breathing and allowing the man to keep creating sensations.

“Does she like cock, Carlos? Most pets do enjoy cock.”

Carlos nodded.

While Sophie couldn't see their eyes, she felt as if their eyes were meeting and many unspoken questions were being answered.

Slowly the man loosen his belt and lowered the zipper, pulling out his surprising large cock. He rubbed it slowly against her cheek, then the other and then the tip of her nose.

“Would you like a taste, little pet. You have been such a good girl, so obedient and patient with a strange older man. Such a well trained and pretty pet deserves a treat, no?”

As he spoke, he slowly rubbed the head of his cock, against her lips and the metal of the gag. Occasionally rubbing his cock head against her chin, in the river of drool. He mused and rubbed his cock and took his time and then just when Sophie thought he wouldn't, he shoved his cock full into her mouth, to the back of her throat. His large hands cupping the back of her head and holding her tightly against him and then pulling back, only to slam forward again and again.

Sophie swayed on her knees, her eyes clouding and her focus centered on staying upright and unresistant. His left hand stayed on her head, pushing her forward with every slam of his pelvis and then with his right hand he gripped the chain suspended between her nipples and tugged firmly in time with his thrusts.

Sophie kept her eyes open, with much struggle and just as the man forced his cock all the way to the back of throat and she fought her desire to gag, she saw Peter come into focus in the doorway, and then the man shot cum into the back of throat and groaned loudly. Pulling his cock out and rubbing it once again on her right cheek and gently slapping her left.

“You are such a good pet.” He said as he adjusted and zipped his pants.

“Now go and be a good and happy pet and greet your Master.”

Slowly Sophie crawled across the floor and carefully bent forward despite her restrained arms and placed her head at Peter's feet.

She finally audibly sighed when he reached down and stroked her hair, saying, “Such a good girl, Sophie.”

Many Thanks to Josette Sheridan

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In the end, Simon Walsh was found unanimously not guilty on six counts of possessing extreme pornography. But before a jury acquitted him, the legal process had demolished his professional and personal life. He lived under the shadow of the charges for months.

The prospect of three years imprisonment and inclusion on the sex offenders register will do wonders for your career and social life.

His crime had been to have a few photos in his email server of fisting, an unusual and not altogether pleasant sex act. If you are one of the readers who made Fifty Shades of Grey the most successful British book of all time, you will recognise it. In fact, it is perfectly legal to perform, but possibly not, under the insane and draconian legislation of the last Labour government, to own pictures of.

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In light of the "hullabaloo" surrounding BDSM novel Fifty Shades of Grey, elderly Smithtown, New York resident David Shobin gave the lusty lady book a read. Afterwards, he penned a powerfully ambivalent Amazon book review that has since been quoted in The Los Angeles Times and Vanity Fair. (Both publications quoted Shobin as a nameless "Amazon reviewer.")

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Fifty Shades of Grey (Paperback)

First, a disclaimer. I am a male senior citizen, a semi-retired gynecologist whose customary literary fare is spy novels and military techno-thrillers. I have never read a romance before, except perhaps for junior high's "A Tale of Two Cities" (or was that a classic?) But after the recent hullabaloo over James' "Fifty Shades," I opted to give the genre a glance.

The book's protagonist is college student Anastasia, who has never had sex or even "touched herself." I had to suspend disbelief at the social and sexual naivete of this twenty-one year-old, but I guess this implied vulnerability makes her more attractive as a romantic heroine. Yet it doesn't take her long to rectify this situation, and soon she is having orgasm after orgasm at the behest of her "dominant" partner, Mr. Grey. At my age, my arthritis flared up just reading about Ana's sexual gymnastics. And for some reason, I kept thinking about her contracting genital warts. Soon, however, Ana's endless pyrotechnic climaxes resembled repetitively watching porn: after a while, it leaves me bored and yawning. That said, there was a definite infectiousness to the plot; and taking Viagra to stiffen my resolve, I persevered.

James' strong suit is her ability to elicit sympathy in the protagonist. I wanted to find out what happened to Anastasia, and that lent the story a compelling, page-turning quality. James is a polished novelist. Her dialogue is crisp, her prose poised, and her paragraphs well-parsed. The author's considerable skills notwithstanding, would I pick up an erotic romance like this again? Probably not.

But that's just me.

At press time 3,083 out of 3,228 people had found David Shobin's Fifty Shades of Grey review helpful, making it the "most helpful customer review" of that book. He's the Marilyn Hagerty of literature.

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There'd better be the disembodied brain of a wounded cop controlling that thing.

The city of London is being wired up with a new range of scanners, biometric ID cards, number-plate and facial-recognition CCTV systems, disease tracking capabilities, new police control centers and checkpoints. All of which will now be under a central control, and yes, that is exactly as sinister as it sounds. This means the cameras are capable of tracking beyond one location -- no more frantically checking every screen, trying to pick up somebody who's walked out of frame. Because the computer does that for you. It can now track individual human beings from camera to camera and plot their progress, location and habits on a live, constantly updating map of Your Business.

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And don't think you can get away in a lucky fog or sudden drizzle. CCTV isn't nearly as effective on days when it rains (which you'll remember from our hilarious accidental missile explosion joke earlier is every single day in London), so new thermal imaging technology is being introduced to the CCTV cameras. And not just to watch for suspicious terrorist behavior, like excessive hand wringing and sinister mustache twirling -- they'll also be used to prosecute people selling counterfeit Olympics goods.

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Financial Domination comes from a deep need for a loss of control. Financial Domination can be played in a myriad of ways but the main idea is a dominant woman seductively or harshly manipulating money from a submissive male.

For the submissive the idea of having a woman take money from him or manipulate him into a state of wanting to give money to her is incredibly erotic. In some cases the submissive male even dreams of complete financial ruination. This is extreme but has been done by many femme dommes in the past. Usually Financial Domination just involves the taking or giving of money either on a scheduled basis, through coercion or blackmail, or just out of an intense need to give.

Now for those of you who are reading this thinking, “you’d have to be nuts to get off on that,” let me remind you that everyone has their own erotic fantasies however if you’ve ever taken a woman on a date, you’ve been financially dominated. If you’ve ever been screwed over in a divorce, you’ve been financially dominated. So don’t be too quick to judge. For some it’s painful, for others it’s very hot.

This is another fetish that has an underlying current of humiliation as well, but again it depends on the individual. To hear a woman laughing and telling you what a sucker you are can be very arousing.

Financial Domination can be done by phone, mail, live sessions or just about any way that’s imaginable. Being a Sugar Daddy is a more controlled form of Financial Domination but usually involved sex. The true fetish doesn’t involve sex at all because the dominant female wouldn’t dream of having sex with an unworthy submissive. The fact that he’s giving to her is simply because he feels that he isn’t worthy of the money but she, being more powerful and beautiful, should be made to enjoy her life with his money but without any tangible benefit to him. The mere fact that he has given the money is the benefit to him.

I use this metaphor a lot when I’m describing the feelings of the submissive in Financial Domination. When you go to a Christian church there is a time in the service where the plate is passed around and every one gives money to help keep the church running.

No one there expects anything from that offering. They certainly don’t expect the pastor to get down and say blow the congregation in gratitude. (Lol that’s probably a whole other fetish.)

No, in fact you give because you WANT to, you want to make sure your church is there for you next week, that the pastor can eat for the week and the bills can be paid. It’s the exact same thing with submissive men.

If it’s done correctly they look at the woman as a goddess, a deity. To offer up money to their goddess is just the right thing to do. Her life is ALL that matters. As a submissive male you want to eat, sleep and breathe this woman. She IS your religion

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Verbal humiliation

Animal play—describing the submissive as a pet, dog, girl, or bitch; making the submissive eat and drink from pet food and water bowls.

Verbal belittlement, with such words as slave, boy, girl, missy, and pet.

Insults

Insults and verbal abuse, such as fat, ugly, stupid, and worthless.

Degrading names, such as slut, shit, bitch, and whore.

Racial and ethnic slurs.

Slighting of body parts and behaviours, such as disparaging or cruel references to breasts, facial appearance, genitalia (including size), buttocks, and slighting of such mannerisms as walking, responsiveness, and standard of self-care.

Requirement to ask permission for everyday activities, such as going to the toilet, spending money, and eating.

Small-breasts humiliation, in which scorn is addressed over the supposed inadequacy of the woman's breasts or her inability to please a lover, and her breasts become objects of derision.

Small Penis Humiliation

Small-penis humiliation, in which scorn is addressed over the supposed inadequacy of the man's genitals or his inability to please a lover, and his penis becomes an object of derision.

Forced repetition, such as the submissive's being obliged to repeat commands that he or she has been given and to confirm them.

Forced flattery, such as agreeing that every decision that the dominant makes is wise, correct, and justifiable, while additionally praising the dominant's physical and personality traits.

Mockery, derision, and ridicule.

Scolding of the type commonly reserved for children.

Physical humiliation

Ejaculating, spitting, and urinating on the submissive's body, especially the face.

Servitude

Forced sexual degradation, including such acts as erotic massage, cunnilingus, anglings, and fellatio.

Detailed accountability and control (micro-management) as to time spent and activities done, including lists of jobs to do, precise directions as to how the job is to be performed, and exactly how to act and behave.

Specific rituals and affectations to be adopted. This includes displays of subservience, such as lighting cigarettes, walking a pace behind the dominant, speaking only when spoken to, kneeling or prostrating oneself in front of the dominant when expecting orders, eating only after others or on the floor, and low-status place to sleep.

Body worship, including such activities as kissing or licking the dominant's feet, boots, buttocks, anus, vulva, etc. to express acknowledgment, subservience, shame, and even positive emotions (such as happiness and excitement).

Deprivation of privacy, which may include the submissive's never being able to leave the room in which the dominant is present without permission.

The dominant watches while the submissive uses the toilet.

The submissive's being forbidden to leave the house or 'dungeon' in general for the duration of slavery or servitude, etc.

Discipline

Discipline (BDSM), including erotic spanking, slapping, whipping, restraint, and other BDSM activities (such as cock-and-ball torture (CBT)).

Dress code (BDSM): prescriptions and proscriptions of clothing, even in public.

For women, a common example is being mandated to wear only bikinis or lingerie.

For men, forced feminizing and cross-dressing.

Both sexes may be expected to go completely naked, with decorative objects such as collars, diapers, bands, tiaras, and cuffs as the only exceptions.

Erotic Sexual Denial

Erotic sexual denial, including the use of a chastity belt.

Wearing of external signs of "ownership", such as collars.

Public humiliation, in which the submissive's friends or family, or strangers, are aware of or even witness the treatment.

Erotic Objectification

Erotic objectification, in which the submissive is used as human furniture, such as a footstool.

Embarrassment.

Forced anal penetration, with dildos, anal plugs, and similar objects.

Cuckolding, a mostly heterosexual fetish in which the dominant woman has sex with a man outside of the relationship while the submissive man may or may not be present. If the man is not present, he might help her choose what clothes to wear when she meets the other man, or they might get together afterward so she can tell him about it, either while having sex or in addition to withholding sex. If the man is present during the cuckolding, he may or may not be allowed to pleasure himself while watching. The cuckolding may or may not be followed by sex between the couple. Another variant of the cuckolding fetish is that a heterosexual couple fantasizes that another man has already impregnated the woman.

The submissive's having to ask permission to orgasm during sex or masturbation.

The submissive's being forced to wear a gag or restraints on the body.

Forced masturbation in a humiliating manner.

Feelings of humiliation are key to many of those engaged in klismaphilia.

Feederism

Some sexual humiliation involves physical inflicting pain, but much of it is far more concerned with ridicule, mocking, degradation, and embarrassment.

Sexual role-playing can involve humiliation. For example, one person might play the part of a dog because he or she enjoys being mock-forced into it, and the top might emphasize the lowness of the bottom's status as an animal, whereas another person might play the role of the dog without any element of humiliation, simply as an expression of an inner animal or playful spirit.

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