And yes, I know... life is good ;)
Just a blog by an alpha submissive man who wants to share what he knows (or finds interesting) with the web, hopefully in a fun and informative way.
Friday Morning Shoes
Yes, my wife did in fact wear these shoes around this morning.
And yes, I know... life is good ;)
And yes, I know... life is good ;)
WTH is this all about?
1) It is flash.2) Yes, it does just loop over and over.
3) Don't let it get stuck in your head.
http://existenz.se/out.php?id=17275
Custom Steel Chastity Devices
I have just finished a complete web site redesign for the good folks over at chastityheaven.com
They make a handful of different styles for custom steel chastity belts, and all under $300 - so I was really excited by the chance to work with them. And of course I'm getting a belt for myself (cage style) as partial compensation for the web design work. You can be sure to get a full review when I've had a chance to try it out.
I'm really excited about their products and so is my keyholder. We've struggled for years with the fact that we haven't really found something that's comfortable enough and yet secure enough.
I didn't want to get something that's too heavy, but finding something that was a comfortable fit has been impossible; wider than the 3000, but not as long as a the Curve... it has always just been a dream. Til now at least ;)
If you decide to order one, tell em Aarkey sent ya - I'm sure that would score me a brownie point or two! Oh, and if you want to exchange links with them, just let them know and we'll get it taken care of ASAP.
They make a handful of different styles for custom steel chastity belts, and all under $300 - so I was really excited by the chance to work with them. And of course I'm getting a belt for myself (cage style) as partial compensation for the web design work. You can be sure to get a full review when I've had a chance to try it out.I'm really excited about their products and so is my keyholder. We've struggled for years with the fact that we haven't really found something that's comfortable enough and yet secure enough.
I didn't want to get something that's too heavy, but finding something that was a comfortable fit has been impossible; wider than the 3000, but not as long as a the Curve... it has always just been a dream. Til now at least ;)If you decide to order one, tell em Aarkey sent ya - I'm sure that would score me a brownie point or two! Oh, and if you want to exchange links with them, just let them know and we'll get it taken care of ASAP.
Daily Distraction #23
Today's Distraction is Michelle Forbes in the uber campy 1993 movie "Love Bites" which she starred in along side Adam Ant. Adam is a vampire who awakens in a NYC apartment's basement, where he's been sleeping for over a hundred years. He was turned by Michelle, and she got angry at him and banished him to the century of slumber.
When he awakens he tries not to be a vampire anymore, and plays his character as if he were filled with childish nativity and innocence - which along with his pretty boy looks seems to have sent a fair # of women bonkers with lust; assuming you believe that the names on the YouTube comments are actually women. Either way, if you ignore the dialog, the whole manner of the movie is total FemDom. Two women, tugging for authority over pretty boy Adam, who just goes pretty much wherever he is told. It made me wonder just how much fun it might be to dub the whole thing with more appropriate dialog ;)
If you want to see it - someone was nice enough to upload the entire movie in 10 parts to YouTube (with I believe Danish subtitles), so if you've got 90 mins free and are really really really interested in either Michelle or Adam - you can start with part 1 and go from there.
Don't get me wrong, Michelle is darned hot, with her classic PageBoy haircut, and the fact that in her heels she's taller than every single man in the movie... and not the slightest bit afraid to intimidate and muscle them around (she is a vampire after all.)
Anyways, it's uber campy, but ever since I was introduced to Michelle's very sexy style in Kalifornia, I definitely seek her out in movies and shows.
So, when someone put up a picture of her, looking all 90s super sexy - (dark hair, dark lips) plus, I am an Adam Ant fan; he's the primary inspiration of my style of "manifem" cross-dressing.
FYI - I don't think Michelle shows up til part 5 or 6, and while she's the bullying female vampire who turned Adam, and very hot - she doesn't get her way in the end. And it is all uber campy, so don't say you weren't warned!
When he awakens he tries not to be a vampire anymore, and plays his character as if he were filled with childish nativity and innocence - which along with his pretty boy looks seems to have sent a fair # of women bonkers with lust; assuming you believe that the names on the YouTube comments are actually women. Either way, if you ignore the dialog, the whole manner of the movie is total FemDom. Two women, tugging for authority over pretty boy Adam, who just goes pretty much wherever he is told. It made me wonder just how much fun it might be to dub the whole thing with more appropriate dialog ;)
If you want to see it - someone was nice enough to upload the entire movie in 10 parts to YouTube (with I believe Danish subtitles), so if you've got 90 mins free and are really really really interested in either Michelle or Adam - you can start with part 1 and go from there.
Don't get me wrong, Michelle is darned hot, with her classic PageBoy haircut, and the fact that in her heels she's taller than every single man in the movie... and not the slightest bit afraid to intimidate and muscle them around (she is a vampire after all.)Anyways, it's uber campy, but ever since I was introduced to Michelle's very sexy style in Kalifornia, I definitely seek her out in movies and shows. So, when someone put up a picture of her, looking all 90s super sexy - (dark hair, dark lips) plus, I am an Adam Ant fan; he's the primary inspiration of my style of "manifem" cross-dressing.
FYI - I don't think Michelle shows up til part 5 or 6, and while she's the bullying female vampire who turned Adam, and very hot - she doesn't get her way in the end. And it is all uber campy, so don't say you weren't warned!
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Daily Distraction #22
When most kinksters think of Dana Delany, the usually think of her role as the head mistress in 1994's very disappointing Exit to Eden - (FWIW - I personally think expectations for a mainstream FemDom movie were just too high.) But my first thought of her was her role as a villainess in 1985, on Moonlighting.
Her character shows up as Bruce Willis' one true heart breaker ex, and she twists him around her finger and uses him to cover up her murder of her husband. Not only is she just ole fashioned gorgeous, (Oh how I just love that hair style) and have a lovely lithe figure (and some awesome pins!) but as my regular readers might suspect, she smokes. Her style is casual and confident. And as a budding teenage fetishist, her introductory scene on that episode was forever burned into my memory.
It's a simple, focused and probably not "all that" for most smoking fans. There is no exciting french inhale, or anything super tricky. In fact her exhale is barely visible in the low light. But it was just so "there" in the scene for me. Bruce mentions "I thought you quit" - and she says "Oh, yeah..." and then takes another drag. It's not some huge part of the plot. The cigarette doesn't become some part of the evidence, there's no lecturing, nothing gets burned down. It's pretty simple, she chooses to smoke, you just have to deal with it. And that's just hot. And something that you just don't ever see anymore.
Yup, Dana Delany - a beautiful dominant character actress? Perhaps she's not acting... well, a guy can dream, can't he? Oh and for the real smoking fetish crowd, you will probably rather watch for the smoking performances of her (and chain smoking Marg Helgenberger) on the China Beach series. Either way - the "Knowing Her" episode was on disc 4 of the season 1/2 Moonlighting sets ;)
Her character shows up as Bruce Willis' one true heart breaker ex, and she twists him around her finger and uses him to cover up her murder of her husband. Not only is she just ole fashioned gorgeous, (Oh how I just love that hair style) and have a lovely lithe figure (and some awesome pins!) but as my regular readers might suspect, she smokes. Her style is casual and confident. And as a budding teenage fetishist, her introductory scene on that episode was forever burned into my memory.
It's a simple, focused and probably not "all that" for most smoking fans. There is no exciting french inhale, or anything super tricky. In fact her exhale is barely visible in the low light. But it was just so "there" in the scene for me. Bruce mentions "I thought you quit" - and she says "Oh, yeah..." and then takes another drag. It's not some huge part of the plot. The cigarette doesn't become some part of the evidence, there's no lecturing, nothing gets burned down. It's pretty simple, she chooses to smoke, you just have to deal with it. And that's just hot. And something that you just don't ever see anymore.
Yup, Dana Delany - a beautiful dominant character actress? Perhaps she's not acting... well, a guy can dream, can't he? Oh and for the real smoking fetish crowd, you will probably rather watch for the smoking performances of her (and chain smoking Marg Helgenberger) on the China Beach series. Either way - the "Knowing Her" episode was on disc 4 of the season 1/2 Moonlighting sets ;)
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The letter of the law.
Ok, I was going to write this a couple days ago, but life got busy.
Now, here's a little background for those who are new. About 18 months ago, I formally asked my wife (then fiancee) to read my blog. I thought it would be a good way for her to understand where I was at sometimes. I also thought it might pique her interests, and I hoped it might give her a chuckle or two.
But what happened was she got a bit self conscious after reading a couple of awkward posts, she felt somewhat defensive and it didn't pique her interest - in fact, I think it became a bit of a chore.
And a few months ago, it became clear to me that she'd stopped reading. And while I was a bit hurt at first, after all she promised and all that, I ultimately wanted her to have fun. And I love her. I really do. Regardless of if she reads my blog or not. And frankly, there's a liberation that comes with knowing she's not reading here.
And yet, a little bit of excitement at the prospect that she might still come in the door here. It's kinda like having sex when you are living at home and your parents are up. Except if you got caught it'd be more fun. So I guess it's kinda like having sex in the parking lot at the golf club with the girl known as "the body" by your friends, and she's only wearing high heels and she's actually smoking while you've got her bent over her little convertible and you just close your eyes and hope that cops shine a light on you because if you EVER wanted to get arrested this was the moment.
Ya know?
Ummm... anyways, so Sunday morning my wife told me to get my chastity belt on. She told me to get it on before she got back from the organic market. And then she went out the door. Now normally that'd be an easy hour or two, except I knew she had already picked up everything she needed and was just going to be a quick emergency stop off. And the thing is, I know she expects me to just shave myself down there, lube up and snap in. But, well... she didn't tell me to not get off first, so after making sure I shaved first; because getting caught with my hand down my pants without having already shaved would be inexcusable, I set out for a quick wank.
And then the dog stirs while I'm going through it, and he runs to the window, and I'm all trying to pull my pants back up and it's just the neighbor walking their dog. And then I'm all... AHHHhhhhhhhh... and now I've got to get it all calm enough and into the belt. And *click*
Safe. And I followed the letter of the law.
But I kinda want her to read this and punish me, and keep me locked in the belt longer than I would like. Because sometimes I like when I don't like it, since it makes it all the more real. When she goes all truly domme, and I don't know if she will or won't let me actually cum, or if she'll ruin it, or take me with her strapon, or tie me up to the bed - throw a numbing condom on me and just use me. And when she's done, she will just sit back and very casually smoke a cigarette. A cruelly placed bag of ice calms me down, and then I'm back into the belt. No release. "Maybe just one more day" she says...
Yeah, I know I'm not the only one with this particular brand of crazy. No e-mailing her now, ya hear? ;)
Now, here's a little background for those who are new. About 18 months ago, I formally asked my wife (then fiancee) to read my blog. I thought it would be a good way for her to understand where I was at sometimes. I also thought it might pique her interests, and I hoped it might give her a chuckle or two.
But what happened was she got a bit self conscious after reading a couple of awkward posts, she felt somewhat defensive and it didn't pique her interest - in fact, I think it became a bit of a chore.
And a few months ago, it became clear to me that she'd stopped reading. And while I was a bit hurt at first, after all she promised and all that, I ultimately wanted her to have fun. And I love her. I really do. Regardless of if she reads my blog or not. And frankly, there's a liberation that comes with knowing she's not reading here.And yet, a little bit of excitement at the prospect that she might still come in the door here. It's kinda like having sex when you are living at home and your parents are up. Except if you got caught it'd be more fun. So I guess it's kinda like having sex in the parking lot at the golf club with the girl known as "the body" by your friends, and she's only wearing high heels and she's actually smoking while you've got her bent over her little convertible and you just close your eyes and hope that cops shine a light on you because if you EVER wanted to get arrested this was the moment.
Ya know?
Ummm... anyways, so Sunday morning my wife told me to get my chastity belt on. She told me to get it on before she got back from the organic market. And then she went out the door. Now normally that'd be an easy hour or two, except I knew she had already picked up everything she needed and was just going to be a quick emergency stop off. And the thing is, I know she expects me to just shave myself down there, lube up and snap in. But, well... she didn't tell me to not get off first, so after making sure I shaved first; because getting caught with my hand down my pants without having already shaved would be inexcusable, I set out for a quick wank.
And then the dog stirs while I'm going through it, and he runs to the window, and I'm all trying to pull my pants back up and it's just the neighbor walking their dog. And then I'm all... AHHHhhhhhhhh... and now I've got to get it all calm enough and into the belt. And *click*Safe. And I followed the letter of the law.
But I kinda want her to read this and punish me, and keep me locked in the belt longer than I would like. Because sometimes I like when I don't like it, since it makes it all the more real. When she goes all truly domme, and I don't know if she will or won't let me actually cum, or if she'll ruin it, or take me with her strapon, or tie me up to the bed - throw a numbing condom on me and just use me. And when she's done, she will just sit back and very casually smoke a cigarette. A cruelly placed bag of ice calms me down, and then I'm back into the belt. No release. "Maybe just one more day" she says...
Yeah, I know I'm not the only one with this particular brand of crazy. No e-mailing her now, ya hear? ;)
You will be missed
So, if you don't want to read what might be a bit of a "buzz kill" type of post, just click this and skip this entry. I know most of you are here for stories about corsets and chastity belts and maybe smoking pictures or something else exciting and sassy and hopefully funny. So if you skip ahead, I totally understand.
I lost my office assistant, close friend and youngest cat yesterday. Mr. T seemed just seemed fine the last few months, weeks... nothing out of the ordinary. Yeah, he was always a weird cat. A result of his being a stray as a kitten my old vet thought.
He'd gorge on food sometimes and throw 1/2 of it up, he'd hide all day long and come out in the evenings. He wouldn't let anyone hold him for long, and I was the only person he'd sit on - but he'd sit on my chest and watch football all day if I'd let him.
Suddenly this Friday after he drank water he threw it right back up. A little hair in it, I thought maybe it was just a weird hairball... he never threw up solid hairballs like my other cat. I guess the food issues made that unnecessary. On Saturday he was fine as far as I could tell, my wife said nothing out of the ordinary, I was gone most of the afternoon & evening at a memorial, supporting a friend. But on Sunday night he was still hiding. I went to check on him, had to drag him out a bit. He was stressed, but he came out, drank some water - threw it up immediately again.
Monday morning, first thing to the vet. They were stunned to hear he was only 8 - they would've guessed him at twice that. He looked so distressed, so dehydrated. I felt like they were giving me a "you're a negligent owner" kind of look. I felt lower than a turd on a shoe.
They ran a blood test, total kidney failure. He had to be put down. They said he's suffering, nothing can be done. I'm still stunned. He seemed fine, completely fine. My wife's stunned. Everyone who knows Mr. T is stunned. I always knew I'd have to bury one of my cats at some point, but he's the baby... he's the nice one. I was wrecked.
I brought him home so we could have a last few hours with him - but he looked worse by the hour. I just took him back. We didn't want him suffering. I had my wife drive. The vet told her that even if we'd seen the subtle signs months ago, we could only have extended his life by a little bit.
RIP Mr. "Sweetie" T. I couldn't have loved you more.
And on the story goes...
I lost my office assistant, close friend and youngest cat yesterday. Mr. T seemed just seemed fine the last few months, weeks... nothing out of the ordinary. Yeah, he was always a weird cat. A result of his being a stray as a kitten my old vet thought.
He'd gorge on food sometimes and throw 1/2 of it up, he'd hide all day long and come out in the evenings. He wouldn't let anyone hold him for long, and I was the only person he'd sit on - but he'd sit on my chest and watch football all day if I'd let him.
Suddenly this Friday after he drank water he threw it right back up. A little hair in it, I thought maybe it was just a weird hairball... he never threw up solid hairballs like my other cat. I guess the food issues made that unnecessary. On Saturday he was fine as far as I could tell, my wife said nothing out of the ordinary, I was gone most of the afternoon & evening at a memorial, supporting a friend. But on Sunday night he was still hiding. I went to check on him, had to drag him out a bit. He was stressed, but he came out, drank some water - threw it up immediately again.
Monday morning, first thing to the vet. They were stunned to hear he was only 8 - they would've guessed him at twice that. He looked so distressed, so dehydrated. I felt like they were giving me a "you're a negligent owner" kind of look. I felt lower than a turd on a shoe.
They ran a blood test, total kidney failure. He had to be put down. They said he's suffering, nothing can be done. I'm still stunned. He seemed fine, completely fine. My wife's stunned. Everyone who knows Mr. T is stunned. I always knew I'd have to bury one of my cats at some point, but he's the baby... he's the nice one. I was wrecked.
I brought him home so we could have a last few hours with him - but he looked worse by the hour. I just took him back. We didn't want him suffering. I had my wife drive. The vet told her that even if we'd seen the subtle signs months ago, we could only have extended his life by a little bit. RIP Mr. "Sweetie" T. I couldn't have loved you more.
And on the story goes...
You are a friend, but not that way...
Sorry if you find this disappointing, or perhaps even offensive - but I am extremely private about my kinks. So private, that I almost never cross my kink friends with my work/life ones.
It sucks to have to compartmentalize people like that - but since I do web & print design work for a living, my reputation has been something that I've had to build two separate identities for.
That's the unfortunate reality of the prejudices against people with alternative sexuality. As a result, this past week when a Domme resurfaced (after being MIA for a few years) and e-mailed me, and asked if I was on FaceBook or MySpace, I said that although we were pretty good friends at one time, I suggested contacting me on FetLife instead.
See, my privacy is just that important. I don't show my face online in the kinky world (well actually I have allowed my face photographed - but only if I'm wearing a wig and makeup) - and I won't show my wife's either. The rest of it is fair game, and for those of you with the ability and courage to do it, I salute you.
But I'm not willing to go there. And it's not at all personal.
I just find that the internet is not so anonymous - and my anonymity is more important to me than it is to some corporation. So all you Twitter folks, while this definitely doesn't affect someone who's account is SuperSub101. However, I do think that precedents are important - and some are very important. Read here about the British High Court's decision regarding Twitter - and how Twitter has responded: inventorspot.com article.
Considering this past summer we had the slanderous Skank Blogger outed by Google (yes, the very blog software that I use and that you are reading...) I think it's all a sign of where things are headed.
Either way, I'm willing to go only so far with it all. I'm sure you understand, we all have some kind of limits. Well, except for maybe those of you who simply don't... (WTF WARNING ON THAT LINK)
It sucks to have to compartmentalize people like that - but since I do web & print design work for a living, my reputation has been something that I've had to build two separate identities for.
That's the unfortunate reality of the prejudices against people with alternative sexuality. As a result, this past week when a Domme resurfaced (after being MIA for a few years) and e-mailed me, and asked if I was on FaceBook or MySpace, I said that although we were pretty good friends at one time, I suggested contacting me on FetLife instead.
See, my privacy is just that important. I don't show my face online in the kinky world (well actually I have allowed my face photographed - but only if I'm wearing a wig and makeup) - and I won't show my wife's either. The rest of it is fair game, and for those of you with the ability and courage to do it, I salute you.
But I'm not willing to go there. And it's not at all personal.
I just find that the internet is not so anonymous - and my anonymity is more important to me than it is to some corporation. So all you Twitter folks, while this definitely doesn't affect someone who's account is SuperSub101. However, I do think that precedents are important - and some are very important. Read here about the British High Court's decision regarding Twitter - and how Twitter has responded: inventorspot.com article.
Considering this past summer we had the slanderous Skank Blogger outed by Google (yes, the very blog software that I use and that you are reading...) I think it's all a sign of where things are headed.
Either way, I'm willing to go only so far with it all. I'm sure you understand, we all have some kind of limits. Well, except for maybe those of you who simply don't... (WTF WARNING ON THAT LINK)
The chastity clicking lock
Some people love it, some hate it. There are lots of way to deal with it, most folks have their preferences, but anyone who has worn one of the common chastity cages out there has experienced it - the little "click click" from the lock on a chastity belt.
Pretty much every device I've tried has it, and I suspect it's all the louder on a metal belt. Some dommes love knowing that their sub is just a little bit "out" by the click. And some subs love the excitement that comes from the more self-conscious "do they all know?!?"
This week I found another work around. While some prefer just on the cage to soften it, I had used to use a rubber band around the whole lock & cage, before find out how well outdoor strength velcro would work (indoor strength won't make it past a couple showers.)
But this simple work around was new to me, get a pedometer.
My wife signed us up at the Y to track how many steps we take (or don't) and it makes a similar subtle shifting noise when I walk. So if you want to cover the sound of your clicking belt, well I figured I'd throw this suggestion out to you all.
Not that it'll help. I'm sure all the women in the office already know full well you are locked up by your dominant. At least since she circulated those pictures in the office e-mail...
Oh wait, you didn't know about that, did you? :P
Pretty much every device I've tried has it, and I suspect it's all the louder on a metal belt. Some dommes love knowing that their sub is just a little bit "out" by the click. And some subs love the excitement that comes from the more self-conscious "do they all know?!?"This week I found another work around. While some prefer just on the cage to soften it, I had used to use a rubber band around the whole lock & cage, before find out how well outdoor strength velcro would work (indoor strength won't make it past a couple showers.)
But this simple work around was new to me, get a pedometer.
My wife signed us up at the Y to track how many steps we take (or don't) and it makes a similar subtle shifting noise when I walk. So if you want to cover the sound of your clicking belt, well I figured I'd throw this suggestion out to you all.Not that it'll help. I'm sure all the women in the office already know full well you are locked up by your dominant. At least since she circulated those pictures in the office e-mail...
Oh wait, you didn't know about that, did you? :P
Daily Distraction #21
Busy busy - but I owe you guys a little something. And though they say a picture is worth a thousand words... I think that devalues some pictures ;)
Jessica Alba in a leather dress all dolled up with some Hands on Hips action has to be worth at least a quarter million words ;)
I do have a big blog entry that I'm planning (it might be big enough to end up in two parts) - and it's rather spicy too, but I just don't have the time to get to it.
And great seeing ya last night Advo, we'll see you again soon. Come down whenever you get board on your planet ;)
Jessica Alba in a leather dress all dolled up with some Hands on Hips action has to be worth at least a quarter million words ;)
I do have a big blog entry that I'm planning (it might be big enough to end up in two parts) - and it's rather spicy too, but I just don't have the time to get to it.And great seeing ya last night Advo, we'll see you again soon. Come down whenever you get board on your planet ;)
Kinda OT: The Ego
I was responding to a blog entry by my friend HMP and I was reminded of a video which I had to dig up. It doesn't exactly equate to our discussion, but as an extension of the way some people insist on having "enemies" or "rivals" and "fighting" within the context of Us & Them, I found this video very enlightening, and wanted to share it: http://www.wimp.com/theego.
Plus ya gotta love a web domain called wimp.com :)
Plus ya gotta love a web domain called wimp.com :)
What's this icon?
I had (I now believe erroneously) thought that this icon was something related to the kink/leather communities. I see it somewhat rarely here in South Florida, but when we went on our trip into the deep South, I saw it more and more. Which made me think it was far less likely to be something similar to the "leather pride" logo. Anyone know for sure that it's about?
Not too many updates of late...
But I've got a good excuse. It was a milestone. In the geek world, "Ding!" means to have leveled up. To reach that next stage. On this blog, it means that I got married this past weekend.
9-27-9
And this actually appeared in the sky! How cool is that?
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