This HNT almost did not happen. I’ve been having trouble uploading images to Wordpress for the last few weeks, even months. The image upload box would appear with the button “Choose files to upload” but when I’d click it, nothing would happen. Luckily, I didn’t have this problem on Boy Toy’s laptop so I’ve been able to post my pictures, although it WAS a bit of a nuisance, emailing myself the pictures, switching computers, etc.

Tonight, though, it no longer worked on the other laptop. Boy Toy’s working (he’s on a telephone conference right now) and cannot help.

After some searching and fiddling around, and much frustration, I figured out that the new version of Flash Player doesn’t agree with Wordpress. So, I uninstalled Flash, and now it works. Ugh. Yes, I know I could host my pictures elsewhere, but I don’t know, I don’t think I want to do that.

Anyway. I would not have gone through all the trouble, but I’m leaving on vacation and this is the last HNT I can post until I’m back, in three weeks. And since I had a few more of the motorcycle pictures left… Well I decided to post them all. You should click the first two.

Happy HNT!

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Wow, busy time these days. I guess Boy Toy’s getting a little less busy with work, though, because he started having kinky dreams again. Yay! Oh, and I LOVE the stamp idea.

The dream started in some kind of fetish party or event, it looked a bit like the last place we went to. I was supposed to be your pet dog and the funny thing was that I would see the scene as if from outside of myself, and I saw what looked like a real dog, a German shepherd, and when the perspectiv would switch to being in myself, I saw myself on all fours with a leash.

Then I think a few parts are missing because we were now in a sort of private party, not many people, and it didn’t look like the event place. There was this one part where I had nothing on but this belt, which couldn’t be removed, and someone was trying to put the other part on all the “slaves”. This other part apparently had a dildo attached to it. It was a chasing game of sorts, I was trying to hide to avoid being the next while I remember others being caught and getting the extra or missing piece.

In another part of the dream, there was some kind of stamping going on. Dominants “stamped” their slaves with something like henna, which wears away over time, and only once it’s worn away are the slaves free… until they are stamped again by the dominant. It seems like the rule was that they have to be absolute submissive when stamped, and J was there talking to you, explaining it or something, while we were watching this submissive getting stamped.

When it was my turn, I tried to delay because I wanted to know more, to figure out what the rules were while stamped and for how long, etc. And then J, after checking with you, took my leash, but I had other restrains of some kind, I can’t remember, but it felt like she was controlling or guiding me to this horse-like thing and I wasn’t able to resist her despite our difference in size and weight.

Then it seems like I was looking at the scene from out of myself. You two were discussing dominant stuff and she told you something like “See how I gave him no out? It’s important, now he knows he can’t opt out with me, that makes him more submissive, he knows I’m sure of myself over him.” This went along with being bound to the horse-like thing and left wide open!

Then you were mixing some liquids to make the sort of semi-permanent ink stuff and you had these stamps. At this point you had to stamp my rump with this, but I can’t remember what your “mark” was, exactly.

The next part I remember, I guess it was after being stamped on the horse, and apparently I was decorated with cuffs and collar. As I was walking with you around this place, I wanted to hide myself; I had this ball cuff on and I remember all the cuffs and collar shining really bright, and I felt like they were bringing attention to me. We got into this argument about… I guess you could call it significance. You made me walk with you with hands behind my back, which was supposed to have some sort of slave significance.

The last thing I remember is you and J talking and she seemed to be showing you how to give an order, she was going on about being affirmative and not giving me a way out, and how I was trapped in subspace now and that you should acknowledge it or something.

Here is the second installment of the bike pictures series. There should be another set next week, then I’m taking a 2 weeks break, since I’ll be away on vacation.

Happy HNT!

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Well, there I go again, neglecting my blog. I’ve been so busy and preoccupied with things that I missed two things: this is my 202nd post, which means I’ve gone over the 200 mark, and on July 20th, it was my blog’s anniversary. Despite the fact that I haven’t posted as much lately, I still think I haven’t done too badly… I remember when I first started, I read somewhere (I think it was Tom who said it) that many, many blogs die after a few months. I was determined that mine wouldn’t be one of those.

And here I am, over a year later, still alive and writing. It’s been a good adventure, one that I hope I will pursue for a long time. Of course, now I can’t have sex without thinking of writing about it on my blog.

The only really aggravating thing about having my own little kinky corner of the Internet is the amount of spam I get. Today, when I got back home from work, I had the pleasure of finding 251 new emails in my kinkunleashed account. There were 146 spam comments to moderate. Seriously, wtf?

But let’s talk about kink, that’s more interesting. As you know, I’ve pushed it aside these days, waiting for Boy Toy to come around and beg for it. Which he still hasn’t done, by the way. It’s nice to take a break and all but this one’s getting DAMN LONG! And I can’t seem to be able to remain completely “vanilla”. Once in a while, there’ll be a hint of D/s flavor in the air. Take this weekend: we were showering (yes, again with the shower!) and I decided he would wash me. And shave me. So I stood there and instructed him on how I wanted it done. Then I made him sit down in the shower and I had him lick my pussy. Or maybe I’m just crazy and that IS a vanilla thing to do. Who am I to say?

Last week, I went out with a couple of girls from work and at one point, one starts talking about this idea of theirs but the other seems reluctant to tell me about it. Finally, after making me promise not to mention it at the office, they tell me they want to start a business, selling whips and masks. I have no clue how serious they were about it, it sounded like some half-serious, half-joke plan one comes up with during an evening of drunken conversation. What I do know is that I impressed them quite a bit with my ideas and suggestions… They kind of looked at me differently, after that. I guess that I look pretty innocent

Well, that’s all I’ve got for tonight. Sweet dreams!

So, after last week’s HNT, a couple of you suggested the next one should be ON the bike. I managed to enroll Boy Toy for this one, and that’s great news because he’s a damn talented photographer. Talented enough that I have material for a series, including click-throughs.

Enjoy!

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Tom over at The Edge of Vanilla wrote a great post this weekend, in which he attacks the common notion that to lock up a cock is emasculating, belittling. That it’s done for humiliation purposes, the penis basically considered useless. I had never thought about it that way myself, never really reflected on it, even though Boy Toy and I frequently indulge in orgasm control/denial, and I read Tom’s post with much fascination… and lust, I must admit. In it, he says:

“One of the reasons that she kinks on chastity and denying me, is that she sees it as having power over a part of me that in itself is powerful. Mrs. Edge does not lock up my “worthless little dickie” (or worse, my “sissy clitty”… ugh, sorry, just the term grates on me). Rather, she locks up my cock – my thick, raging, turgid, veiny, purple, manly, hard cock.”

Exactly!

Ok, I do not want to judge other people’s kinks, so if you do like the “worthless worm” type play, please don’t be offended. What’s hot to you is hot to you. And I guess it’s the game, the humiliation itself, that must be hot to both humiliator and humiliated. But it’s just not in me. I love Boy Toy and it does not feel natural at all to me, to treat him as a small man. I totally look up to him. Which might seem contradictory with the fact that I dominate him.

Yet it’s not. It’s all the more hot that this big, strong man whom I really admire and love, whom I think is smart, wild and independent, will kneel for me, submit to me. It’s not only hot, I see it as devotion and love. Sure, it turns him on, it’s not all selfless, but he wouldn’t let just anybody dominate him. And, well, I also love to have such an effect on him. I love to see his reactions, I feed off of them, as I’ve already mentioned before.

Ranat, in answer to Tom’s post, goes on to say:

“Another reason why I’m attracted to chastity/orgasm denial with male bodies is because of the cultural idea that their cock is valuable and worth something to them. And I get to have control over it even thought it is so valued, precious, and guarded.”

That’s also a pretty sizzling idea. Here’s that thing which has so much cultural bagage, and I get to lock it up and decide its faith. And judging by the effect locking it up has on Boy Toy, it IS important to him. Seems to me that a man’s penis is very central to him. It’s no wonder we constantly joke about men thinking with their penises…

We’re in the shower. Despite the fact that I told myself I would let him initiate this time, I can’t help it, I reach down and grab his cock. It’s already soapy, the slippery stuff helping my stroking and making Boy Toy gasp.

I kiss him, my mouth demanding, one hand still fondling him, the other firmly holding the back of his head. He fingers me, flicking my clit, making sure I get properly wet and slippery… Finally, he tentatively pushes on my hip, trying to turn me around. I graciously comply.

My face is in the corner of the shower stall, cushionned by one of those little fluffy balls you use with shower gel. I have one arm leaning into each wall, holding myself steady against the onslaught of sensations. He’s towering behind me, his tall, muscled body enfolding mine, his lips grazing the back of my neck, his fingers pinching my nipples. I can’t take it anymore, I reach back, take his cock and guide him in.

He teases my clit as he’s fucking me, and I quickly reach an intensely hot orgasm. Not him. The strain of this position on his legs and the stress he’s feeling these days get the better of him, he starts to lose his erection a bit. He slips out of me and I slump down, sitting on the shower floor. I catch my breath for a few seconds, then I clamp my mouth on him. I take him all in and hear a sharp intake of breath. As I’m suckling and licking, I keep one hand around his balls. I enfold the tip of his penis with my soft, wet lips then I lick that most sensitive of spots, the frenum. He’s fully hard again.

Finally, I get back up and get to work with my hands and a few minutes later he’s coming all over me, face buried in my neck, groaning. So hot.

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That was yesterday morning. After the shower sex, I jumped into those little shorts you saw in my last HNT, put on a tank top and headed for the beach to meet with a guy friend of ours, while Boy Toy stayed behind to work. It was a hot day of people-watching and sun-tanning in my bikini. Finally, a proper summer day! Then off to a family supper with Boy Toy and finally, the usual night out at the club. Add to that the before-work sex, Friday morning, and some more hot shower sex this morning, and I’ll say I had a good weekend indeed.

I often wonder how much I should tell others about our kinky side. A few bits came out at the family supper yesterday… We were talking about gay clubs and somehow, I ended up joking about Boy Toy wearing leather chaps. Boy Toy wasn’t there to hear this, so when he came back, I said “I was just telling my uncle here how you wear those chaps…” Now, Boy Toy DOES have a pair of leather chap, a fact I hadn’t mentioned. So he replied something like “Oh, those chaps? Yeah, we used to go to special parties…”

Oops!

Boy Toy doesn’t really care, he seems to think it’s ok to tell. And I don’t mind telling a certain gay uncle. But chances are, said uncle will tell an aunt or something, and in the end this will come to my parents’ ears. Food for rumors I don’t really want going around. I’m lucky enough to have a very open family, but still…

Then later, when we were hanging out with a few friends, we enjoyed the company of someone we were meeting for the first time. Pretty nice guy. He noticed a few of the kinky pictures hanging around the house, though, and later, our friend C told me this new guy wanted to come to a fetish event sometime. Hurm. I spoke to the guy a little, I think he’s more interested in the looks of things and therefore, might want to limit himself to a goth/fetishy club, rather than showing up all innocent-like to a play-event. But then again, I don’t really know the guy so maybe he’d love it. But yeah, now he probably knows that we’re kinky folk.

It’s too bad that sexuality can still be somewhat taboo, especially anything that has to do with the not-so-vanilla stuff. Sure, things are MUCH better these days than, say, 50 years ago, and I’m forever grateful to have been born in these times, but I still don’t feel completely comfortable telling just anybody that Boy Toy and I are kinksters. It’s probably all up to me, though. Like coming out of the closet. After all, I COULD not give a fuck what others think…