Too Quiet, Too Long

Long Creek Falls
Peace and beauty in the North Georgia Mountains

It’s high summer, so once again i’m spending some quality time with my Kitten in the USA.

It has brought me to the realisation that I’ve neglected this blog really badly, since the estimable Michael Knight set it up for me.  Why, because a pesky troll was buzzing around like a persistent fly.  Now, truly swatted.

I’ve also had a major life event: my dear mum died on June 12, afed 98.  Life will now take a different direction, and I intend to edit several hours of video I’d recorded with her.  It will be a labour of love and a fitting tribute to her almost century here on Earth.

So life is being reset, rebooted, to borrow the language of IT geeks.

I intend to post here at least weekly, from now on, with my musings on the world of kinky-fuckery, the beauty of the female form, the odd video or book review.  You get the idea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TMI Tuesday

1. What was your favorite part of yesterday?  

Helping my Kitten to choose a new car to replace the one that was totalled on New Year’s Day. We are both okay, it was just the car 🚘

2. If you could make your own porn movie, what would you call it? Would you write it, direct and/or star in the movie?  

It would be called Sugar & Spice – and it would be me spanking and figging (inserting a butt plug made of ginger) a whole bunch of girls. They could be dressed in ultra girly outfits, including frilly knickers and very short skirts. I would of course direct it and star in it as the male Top 👠

Figging
Figging intensifies spanking pain

3. What do you like the least about sex?  

When it’s over – and the fact that as you get older, as a guy, you want more but can manage less ☹️

4. So, now what are you planning to do?  

In the short-term future, I have an assignment to write for my Open University course. Longer-term I want to take care of my Kitten in a 24/7 D/s love nest 💕❣️🐱

5. If you were a box of cereal, what would you be and why?  

I can’t bear breakfast cereals – they fill you up and then you’re hungry two hours later. I don’t want to be a breakfast cereal, I would rather be somebody’s breakfast sausage 🍳

Bonus: If you could shrink down to ant-sized, what would you do?

Crawl up the skirt of a pretty girl and stay there, occasionally nipping and licking at her thighs, bum cheeks and her perfectly shaven pussy 🐱

Upskirt
Stairway to heaven

At Your Service

Sexy maid

What is it about the French maid‘s uniform that has so many of us Tops or Doms reaching for our crops or paddles?

Is it the bell-shaped, prematurely attenuated skirt that skims the thighs and usually the stocking tops? Oh yes, definitely stockings, there will be extra punishment if the wearer has decided to put on pantyhose or tights.

Is it the fact that the underskirt or petticoat forces the skirt to reveal the upper thighs and lower slopes of the bottom cheeks of the wearer? Or is it indeed that postage stamp-sized little apron that is usually positioned so that it covers the wearer’s pudenda?

Is it the possibility of upskirt voyeurism when the maid is on a stepladder, dusting books from the higher shelves?

Is it the generously cleavage-exposing décolletage of the bodice?

If there is a headpiece, does this add to the caricature of the domestic servant of yore presented by this ensemble?

Perhaps it is that there is an immediate assumption of a master or mistress/servant relationship? This is something that implicitly suggests a power exchange, the possibility of needing to correct inappropriate behaviour, which can be attended to simply by having one‘s charge bend forward over a banister, the arm of the sofa or across the knee.

My kitten and I were fortunate enough to be staying on a charming little hotel in the Canary Islands whose waitresses all wore a slightly more conservative version of this outfit. Every time we were served in the dining room or on the terrace, my pulse would race; I would ask the feline one if she could borrow one of these uniforms for a play session in our tastefully appointed suite. No, she couldn’t, she protested: and so my mind turned to having both her and one of the ‘real’ maids bend over the antique dining table in our suite so that I could discipline them both.

There are some other details of the attire that need to be carefully noted: the maid must have her hair up at all times – this not only renders her more attractive, by exposing the nape of her neck, it is a practical, hygiene consideration. She must wear a pair of killer heels so that she totters from one table to another or up and down the stairs.

Stockings – either the traditional variety or hold-ups – are another essential item of apparel. Sheer black will do very nicely but fishnets complement the outfit best.

Your maid must adopt a subservient, eyes downcast demeanour at all times. No request, however unreasonable, should be refused and close attention must be paid to her department. She is wearing that get-up for a reason – the sooner her master finds fault, the sooner the fun can begin.

Unless previously negotiated, knickers are absolutely essential: they must be impractical, lacy, and ridiculously small. If they are tight enough, they will enhance very nicely the pudenda (shaved obviously) of your employee.

Since you have your very own maid on hand, I recommend starting a scene with her serving some sort of light snack and a drink. She will thus be obliged to totter around on her heels while carrying a tray.

How long her knickers stay on is a matter for you and your maid: you can at least begin her punishment with knickers in place and then remove them, or lower them first, as part of the humiliation involved in corporal punishment.

I can’t conceive of a session like this that doesn’t result in some vigorous, sexual activity: now minus her knickers, your maid is readily available; simply by bending her forward you have access to her nether regions. On her knees, she presents a delightful spectacle, ponytail bobbing, as she ministers to your desire for fellatio.

Have her wear her outfit often – And punish her frequently for any misdemeanours, real or imagined.

Now where’s my hairbrush…?

Smoothly Does It (NSFW)

Shaven pussy

I’ve already elaborated on my first ever glimpse of a shaven, female pudenda – it was one of those heart stopping moments in childhood when you feel a little hot at the back of the neck and your breathing becomes very shallow. Sexual awakening? I’m not sure it was quite that, but there was something disturbing my hormonal balance for sure.

Unshaven pussy
Back in the day, pussies were like untamed forests

Apart from the odd glimpse of a female snatch, the rest of my ‘sexual education’, when it came to the object of this man’s desire, was in the adult magazines of the 1970s: Knave, Fiesta, Playboy, Mayfair, the list goes on and on. The fact is, they were mainly filled with young ladies displaying their nakedness thatched with a veritable briar patch of pubic forestry. Usually, there wasn’t even an attempt to tame the growth with trimming or topiary.

My developing sexual tastes always harked back to that very first, that very smooth cunt that had flashed across my vision for a couple of seconds at most.

Now and again, one of the magazines would advertise on its front cover, ‘Shaven Traffic Warden Special’, and I would rush to that photo shoot to see a beautifully bare cunt underneath the traffic warden’s regalia, usually framed by fishnet stockings and suspenders.

Shaved pussy
Stockings and suspender is act as an excellent frame to show off the cunt

Back then, nice girls generally didn’t shave – the most they would do was to ensure that their high cut swimming costumes didn’t reveal their true hair colour. But I remember persuading one or two girlfriends to shave for me, or even – when I was extremely fortunate – to let me shave them.

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The transformation process can be extremely arousing

That was another occasional morsel thrown in my direction from the adult entertainment industry: the odd top shelf magazine would do a photo shoot with one girl shaving another, or perhaps the girl was shaving herself. The before and after pics were a beauty to behold – underneath that ugly duckling of tangled scrub lay a deliciously smooth, puffy pussy in all its swanlike glory.

Gradually, the adult industry started to insist that performers either sported a Brazilian landing strip or went the whole hog and removed everything. Where the adult industry leads, the beauty industry will often follow.

Women were no longer obliged to depilate themselves using a razor and shaving cream: suddenly there was depilatory cream, electrolysis, waxing and, later on, laser hair removal.

Smoothly shaven pussy
Smooth became mainstream

I rejoiced in this newfound smoothness – and was pleased to note that I no longer had to persuade a girl to ‘take it all off’, because often it either had been or was so sparse as to require only a brief pass of my razor to finish the job.

I’ve read articles by some feminists who believe that removing a woman’s pubic hair is tantamount to sanctioning paedophilia. Of course everybody is entitled to their opinion and their choice of pubic hair style, but nothing could be further from the truth in my case. The owner of the cunt must be a fully fledged, adult woman giving her consent.

Of course there is an element of age play – be it women dressing up as schoolgirls or submissives shaving their pudendae. I have been delighted to see that more submissives than not will assume that a smooth cunt is a sign of deference.

GIF of girl opening and closing her legs

Just for the record, what exactly are the advantages of going smooth?

    It looks beautiful – that delightful little crease that bisects the vulva is there for all to see. Incidentally, I find images that are too gynaecologically detailed to be much less arousing than those that just display the fold and allow the viewer to use their imagination
    That delicious little cleft shows through much better when hitting by tight (hopefully white) knickers – but don’t call it a cameltoe
  • Pussy lips showing through knickers3. If your thing is oral sex – giving it to your lady rather than receiving – a completely smooth set of labia is absolutely delightful. It rather puts me in mind of high-quality seafood.
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  • For the cunnilingus recipient, there is an added sensitivity bonus
  • 5. There is certainly a submissive aspect to insisting that it is removed and kept smooth
  • 6. The depilatory process in itself can be enormously arousing – and checking one’s workmanship can only be done with the most sensitive part of the body, the tongue
  • 7. The pussy will smell and taste much fresher and healthier
  • The adult industry’s influence is now such that – among women of a certain class and region in the UK – pudendal depilation is taken for granted; the new kid on the block is ‘anal bleaching’. This gives the woman a porn star look – doing away with dark coloured skin puckered around the anus.
  • Anal bleaching – before and after
  • Now I can’t say that this is ever something that has interested me, but times change, so never say never…
  • Bottom
  • Sacred Crease

    Lady’s bottom in brief bikiniToday I want to pay homage to that beautiful horizontal crease twixt thigh and the downward slope of the buttock: it’s called the gluteal sulcus, and every time I get sight of it, it sends me spinning into a thousand erotic fantasies.

    Bottom with spanking mark
    It’s not just about the bottom or the thighs, it’s where they meet

    For us spankers, it’s not just a visual delight it’s actually (or should be) the very object of our desire.

    This area is actually known as the ‘sit sport’ or ‘sweetspot’ of your submissive’s beautiful bottom: some well aimed hand, paddle, crop or cane strikes in this area will have your loved one thinking about their misdemeanours every time they sit down for the next few days.Spanking zones

    It is worth paying very close attention when spanking to ensure that this area gets more than its fair share of attention.

    It’s the little crease that is so beautifully displayed when looking at your sub’s bottom.

    Female button wearing knickers
    That’s it – right there!

    Boyshorts finish well above this line so you can indulge in some sweet spot spanking even with knickers in place. Even full-back knickers will leave the gluteal sulcus exposed and allow you to work away, unhindered and unprotected by the usually flimsy fabric of a pair of knickers.

    Knickered bottom
    The sit spot is fully displayed

    Pull those knickers down though – perhaps to top or mid thigh – and you will find the little crease framed and ready for your attention.

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    Knickers up or down, the sit spot is vulnerable

    Stockings, too, draw attention to the sulcus: perhaps better to have her wear hold-ups rather than what we in the UK call ‘suspenders’ and our American friends call ‘garters’. After all, it wouldn’t do to damage a perfectly good suspender belt.

    White knickers & socks

    As I write, I’m looking forward to an afternoon in which my baby girl will have to atone for her behaviour in the last week. She will be wearing a T-shirt, simple, white, cotton knickers and a pair of kneelength white socks. That’s all it will take to set my desire aflame.

    Friday is a good day for end of the week reviews and reckonings: we can then start the weekend with a clean slate and a well spanked bottom; this will be a reminder not to misbehave in the week ahead.

    Have a spanking good weekend y’all ❣️

    The Journey Begins

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    Thanks for visiting my blog – a playspace for me, my Kitten and like-minded individuals around the world.

    If you are easily offended by content of an adult nature, please amuse yourself somewhere else.

    As usual, she is way ahead of me: her blog gets likes and visits on a daily basis from her many adoring fans. Flatteringly for me, she often writes about what we do together, or even just about watching me sleeping.

    As I write, we are tucked away in a luxury mountain cabin somewhere in the USA. She is sitting beside me helping me, coaxing me, stopping me making stupid mistakes mostly. She’s all dressed up with somewhere to go. She’s in her cute, pink and white cheerleader’s outfit and we are about to head downstairs to the games room because she’s never been spanked over a pool table and I have never had the privilege of delivering one in such a place.

    Our cabin is replete with opportunities: furniture to bend her over, rails to attach her to and soft king-size beds for the gentler side of what my friend Kayla refers to as ‘kinky fuckery’.

    If only life was always this easy: we are sharing some quality time in what is otherwise something of a physical desert. We are in the mother of all long-distance relationships – my Kitten lives in the eastern United States and I am a Londoner.

    We met almost three years ago on Twitter, almost by accident. Since then, our relationship has deepened and love and trust have truly blossomed between us. This is the longest time we will ever have spent together – I decided to visit her in the USA for a month. I’m already dreading the return flight.

    It won’t be for long though: we are already planning to spend two weeks in the UK together next in September and then I will be over to visit just after Christmas. This way, we keep the flame alive; but this is a journey that does have an end. We have agreed that one day – whether here or there – we will be together for good, and live out our 24/7 D/s lifestyle. It’s something that we’ve both craved for so long.