Thursday, September 12, 2013
I like to play complex sex games by Claudia Typhoon
the more layers and complexity added during my sex acts, the more satisfied I am. I fantasize about elaborate hours/days even, spent building up desire between my partner and I. I attempt this in my own sex life to mixed results. I don't think that most heterosexual males are with or lucky enough to experience a seductress as myself. I find I need to hold back something or other so that my partner does not become overwhelmed, hence My increased desire for non-traditional partnerships. lucky enough when I am in scene, I am that femme fatale. I can fantasize about further play such as cumming while my bottoms blood drips down my full chest, while in real life I'm making them squirm with pain, or more intense; tormenting them with pleasure and denying, denying, denying. I can spit in their face and singe their cock with my clove. I can strangle them until they are red in the face while I peg them aptly and forcefully. I can bind them in a chair in the corner while I'm having incredible sex with my bull, moaning sweet things to them like: "why can't you be this good", "his cock feels amazing", and be rewarded with my bull pulling out of me to cum on my cuck's hard cock, unbind the cuck's hands and order him to jerk off with my bull's cum. I would love to torment a sub in chastity for days, encourage his arousal and then cage him. repeatedly until the pain in his pelvis has become so intense that he has to bend over and wobble when we walks. as soon as it gets there, bind him on his back, legs spread and flog his hard cock until it becomes limp, thrust my cock in him and every time he gets hard slap his cock until it becomes soft again; repeat this until his orgasm overwhelms him and shoots out of his soft dick. this is just a small portion of what I think about. I want to play out detailed roles and nuances that mix in all sorts of sexuality/sensuality, fetishes/kinks, and power dynamics. I don't think I will be fully attainable to an individual until they can provide me such a thing. I will wait for you, I will teach you.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Titles, titles, titles......Domme, Domina, Dominatrix, Mistress.....by Claudia Typhoon
There is a lot of confusion once people start to enter the world of BDSM. A large part of that is learning the vocabulary, the diction and grammar, titles when referring to others. Each means something different. How you refer to them shows a respect, a modicum of behavior and a knowledge of the very small public realm in which BDSM relations reside. For example, if you are communicating to/with a female supremacist you should always capitalize her name or any pronoun in reference to her. One should always be respectful and when in doubt, show humility when talking to someone you consider your superior or are considering to act as your superior. You may even go so far as to always use a lower case letter for your own name or any pronoun you use when referring to oneself. Formal letter formats are always appreciated and will go a long way, much further than: "what are your rates and availability". We are not take out. You do not order us online even if you found us there. Dominants are very real people and can either bring you up or pull you down. Do not tempt us to treat you in a way in which neither of us will favor.
Now there are nuances to each Dominant title. To start a Dominant is an individual who takes charge of a situation whether it has a sexual context or not. A male Dominant is a Dom, master or sir. As I am not a male Dominant I could not tell you the nuances of each of those titles. Within the female realm there is Domme, Domina, Mistress, Madam, Dominatrix and certainly more beyond that. A Domme is simply short for female Dominant. Domme is a proper and safe default if you are unsure how to refer to your prospective Dominant female. She will choose her own title. A Domina is a Dominant female that assumes/is this role in her private and professional life. A Dominatrix is a woman who is a purveyor of kink, she professionally creates BDSM scenes. A Dominatrix may or may not engage in kink in her own life, but I find these ladies rarely fit the norm. A Madam, also referred to as a Head-Mistress, take charge well and efficiently. She is the Domme that can coolly hold authority over other Dommes. She is typically charming and seductive and will take no bullshit from you. She believes in protocol and often is the classy sort of lady. I have had several conversations about the word 'Mistress'. Many that refer to themselves as Mistress are quite proud of and embrace the title. They refer to the historical context of it which is an important and empowering one, but as I cannot live within that context (would I could!), I find it does not sit well with me. I belong to no man. I am not nor will I ever be the woman on the side. I am not content to be any less than the main focus of any of my partners. So you see, being a mistress is not for me. I am a Domina. I am proudly a Domina. I assume power and authority naturally and my intensity cannot be subdued even when I try. I have always been Dominant. I have always engaged in kink without realizing that is was something more than fun I was having or the way things ought to be. Now, f5 years I have been a professional Dominant and I cannot imagine that my power and skills within BDSM will wane, they will grow and lap against society like the tide.
I am sure there are titles I do not know or did not include within this entry, perhaps my definition of each is not the perceived definition of another. I can only tell you what I know other Dominants to be. In the future, take a moment of consideration and give the proper respect to your Dominant.
Now there are nuances to each Dominant title. To start a Dominant is an individual who takes charge of a situation whether it has a sexual context or not. A male Dominant is a Dom, master or sir. As I am not a male Dominant I could not tell you the nuances of each of those titles. Within the female realm there is Domme, Domina, Mistress, Madam, Dominatrix and certainly more beyond that. A Domme is simply short for female Dominant. Domme is a proper and safe default if you are unsure how to refer to your prospective Dominant female. She will choose her own title. A Domina is a Dominant female that assumes/is this role in her private and professional life. A Dominatrix is a woman who is a purveyor of kink, she professionally creates BDSM scenes. A Dominatrix may or may not engage in kink in her own life, but I find these ladies rarely fit the norm. A Madam, also referred to as a Head-Mistress, take charge well and efficiently. She is the Domme that can coolly hold authority over other Dommes. She is typically charming and seductive and will take no bullshit from you. She believes in protocol and often is the classy sort of lady. I have had several conversations about the word 'Mistress'. Many that refer to themselves as Mistress are quite proud of and embrace the title. They refer to the historical context of it which is an important and empowering one, but as I cannot live within that context (would I could!), I find it does not sit well with me. I belong to no man. I am not nor will I ever be the woman on the side. I am not content to be any less than the main focus of any of my partners. So you see, being a mistress is not for me. I am a Domina. I am proudly a Domina. I assume power and authority naturally and my intensity cannot be subdued even when I try. I have always been Dominant. I have always engaged in kink without realizing that is was something more than fun I was having or the way things ought to be. Now, f5 years I have been a professional Dominant and I cannot imagine that my power and skills within BDSM will wane, they will grow and lap against society like the tide.
I am sure there are titles I do not know or did not include within this entry, perhaps my definition of each is not the perceived definition of another. I can only tell you what I know other Dominants to be. In the future, take a moment of consideration and give the proper respect to your Dominant.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Pain by Claudia Typhoon
Pain is a necessary part of life. it changes us, makes us grow. Pain can be crippling and it can be cathartic. the old adage of "life is pain" is more than a little correct. As carefully as we try to live our lives we can not avoid pain, be it physical, emotional, or otherwise. I consider myself and have met others that are connoisseurs of pain. we savor our knowledge of what each type of pain signifies and how it will heal and change a person. we understand the importance of it, embrace it, digest it and are better for it. I am impressively strong due to pain I have experienced and I know that I can take a great deal more. I become eager for it even. I know the growth I receive will make me all the better than those that do not embrace the caress that hurt longs to give you. I find when I allow pain to wrap its arms around me, it cradles me and carries me to where I need to go. when people pull away from pain it grips ever the more tighter. you become used to this restriction and it becomes a part of you, only to squeeze you so tightly that you cannot breath or function until you return its affections.
now, to be less esoteric. in sex and bdsm play, pain is of vital importance. I challenge you to give me a moment in sex where there is no pain, although mostly it is so minimal that perhaps you don't notice it at all. pain during sex is very pleasurable; the rush of endorphin & other delightful hormones through your body. for those that are into corporal play, they understand the elevation, the clarity of mind that this brings. certainly, there is a right and a wrong way to hurt someone. you have to know how the body functions, understand a flush, a texture, a moan to know if the pain you are giving is correct for that person. I am most certainly a sadomasochist and nothing makes me gush more than the exchange of pain. although I don't think the outlet is correct for cutters and others that self-harm, I understand the notion completely.
there was a period of time in which I was going through a lot of emotional pain all at once. I was given no breath, no quarter, no moment to sit still and come to terms with one type of pain when the next infliction would gather its forces and smite me. that's right, I said smite. what got me through this emotionally painful time was a proper and well-given flogging by a beautiful and wonderful Domme friend of mine. the pain dispersed beautifully along my torso, each blow I consented brought my clusterfuck of thought from a loud roar to a warm hum. I could let go and focus on the pain, the evolution of it. the sharp snap of the leather, the dull thud as blows layered on top of each other creating a warmth that has no replacement. afterwards I could be quiet and smile. the calm you feel after an experience like that can not be achieved in any other way.
now, to be less esoteric. in sex and bdsm play, pain is of vital importance. I challenge you to give me a moment in sex where there is no pain, although mostly it is so minimal that perhaps you don't notice it at all. pain during sex is very pleasurable; the rush of endorphin & other delightful hormones through your body. for those that are into corporal play, they understand the elevation, the clarity of mind that this brings. certainly, there is a right and a wrong way to hurt someone. you have to know how the body functions, understand a flush, a texture, a moan to know if the pain you are giving is correct for that person. I am most certainly a sadomasochist and nothing makes me gush more than the exchange of pain. although I don't think the outlet is correct for cutters and others that self-harm, I understand the notion completely.
there was a period of time in which I was going through a lot of emotional pain all at once. I was given no breath, no quarter, no moment to sit still and come to terms with one type of pain when the next infliction would gather its forces and smite me. that's right, I said smite. what got me through this emotionally painful time was a proper and well-given flogging by a beautiful and wonderful Domme friend of mine. the pain dispersed beautifully along my torso, each blow I consented brought my clusterfuck of thought from a loud roar to a warm hum. I could let go and focus on the pain, the evolution of it. the sharp snap of the leather, the dull thud as blows layered on top of each other creating a warmth that has no replacement. afterwards I could be quiet and smile. the calm you feel after an experience like that can not be achieved in any other way.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Working at a dungeon vs. being an independent Domina (part 2) by Claudia Typhoon
the previous post covered the pitfalls and joys of working in a dungeon. now for the same in being an independent Dominatrix.
what I really love is my income and schedule is entirely dictated by my ambition. I can have a lazy day if I want and just eat ice cream, in my jammies, in bed. I can also have a intense day where I am cruel and torment many, many souls a day. I work based upon my mood; and isn't that something that every Dominant person wants? to be the only person that dictates their time. My time is precious and I spend it how I choose. My friends are my family and I only see client and submissives/slaves that stimulate me. I have turned down money and extravagant gifts because I did not care for the individual. if I choose to have an occupation that I love, I will make the income how I choose to and at the pace I choose. I travel constantly, either for fun, work or just to relax. I love that.
sounds great right? now, let me know all the work that goes into that freedom.
now, to be a Domme in NYC know that there are already a lot of very skilled Dommes here. it is a hard place to start. when starting out you will have that shiny new girl finish and if you are without a strong disposition and a true love of kink, you will not last long. you will be naive and clients will try to take advantage as much as possible. they are like children and dogs, they must be reminded and punished appropriately and often. the further along you get, the better you will get at this. some people are naturals at discipline and behaviour modification, others are naturals at humiliation, corporal, and so forth. you will find your niche. (more on finding you niche in another entry.)
also you must build a website, put up ads, answer emails and phone calls, book appointments, invest in equipment and wardrobe, maintain you health and body, learn-grow-get better, figure out your niche, learn how to market yourself, learn law, lingo, boundaries, technical skills, psychology, body language, how to sanitize equipment, and so on and so forth. it looks effortless because those of us that are very good and are passionate about our position will do all this work to maintain it or find the proper slaves to facilitate these things. in addition to the items I've listed above, there is still much more you can do. but because I don't mind spending several hours at a time on these things, I can also enjoy a long outing with a cuckhold sissy. where we go shopping, dress up as ladies and talk about how much we both enjoy cock in the ass and how I deserve it more.
know that you are investing a lot of time and energy towards being a Domme, so you better want it or it better be part of your make-up. the learning curve is steep.
what I really love is my income and schedule is entirely dictated by my ambition. I can have a lazy day if I want and just eat ice cream, in my jammies, in bed. I can also have a intense day where I am cruel and torment many, many souls a day. I work based upon my mood; and isn't that something that every Dominant person wants? to be the only person that dictates their time. My time is precious and I spend it how I choose. My friends are my family and I only see client and submissives/slaves that stimulate me. I have turned down money and extravagant gifts because I did not care for the individual. if I choose to have an occupation that I love, I will make the income how I choose to and at the pace I choose. I travel constantly, either for fun, work or just to relax. I love that.
sounds great right? now, let me know all the work that goes into that freedom.
now, to be a Domme in NYC know that there are already a lot of very skilled Dommes here. it is a hard place to start. when starting out you will have that shiny new girl finish and if you are without a strong disposition and a true love of kink, you will not last long. you will be naive and clients will try to take advantage as much as possible. they are like children and dogs, they must be reminded and punished appropriately and often. the further along you get, the better you will get at this. some people are naturals at discipline and behaviour modification, others are naturals at humiliation, corporal, and so forth. you will find your niche. (more on finding you niche in another entry.)
also you must build a website, put up ads, answer emails and phone calls, book appointments, invest in equipment and wardrobe, maintain you health and body, learn-grow-get better, figure out your niche, learn how to market yourself, learn law, lingo, boundaries, technical skills, psychology, body language, how to sanitize equipment, and so on and so forth. it looks effortless because those of us that are very good and are passionate about our position will do all this work to maintain it or find the proper slaves to facilitate these things. in addition to the items I've listed above, there is still much more you can do. but because I don't mind spending several hours at a time on these things, I can also enjoy a long outing with a cuckhold sissy. where we go shopping, dress up as ladies and talk about how much we both enjoy cock in the ass and how I deserve it more.
know that you are investing a lot of time and energy towards being a Domme, so you better want it or it better be part of your make-up. the learning curve is steep.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Today's Session 1 by Claudia Typhoon
there is this strapping young lad I had met a month ago that was interested in serving as a personal slave. he seemed too young and his smile too big for me to be completely confident of his desire to serve. we spoke at length and his past experiences far exceeded those of most his age which showed a willingness and passion to experiment and have varied experiences as a bottom. I decided to give him a try. I had him run some errands for me that saved me both time and money, with an additional last minute pick up before he arrived. as I was getting a facial earlier in the day, I contemplated what I was going to do with this chap and had a stroke of brilliance, I would give him a pair of saran wrap panties.
when he got here I ordered him to take off his bag, shoes, and to pour me a glass of the juice I had him pick up for me. easy task, right? he was so nervous about being in my presence that he failed. he opened the orange-pineapple juice without shaking it first. I instructed for him to pour it back, and shake it before doing so. the fool tried to pour into the narrow mouth of the container directly. I sighed and held out a funnel in my hand. he put the bottle under the funnel (still in my hand) and tried to pour from there. I had to tell him to take the funnel from my hand, put it in the container and then pour it back in. I couldn't help but shake my head openly at his failure to do such a simple task. wouldn't you know it, when he picked up the glass to put it in my expectant hand, he spilled it on the floor and counter. I had him strip prior and to watch him clean up his mess in the nude was amusing. cleaning his mess made his dick start to drip so I directed him to catch it and eat it, and so he did.
after I had moved to sit, I had him lay on the floor at my feet and take off my heels, one at a time and massage my tender soles. all the meanwhile I am smoking a clove that is squeezed into a stone cigarette holder. its heavily scent fills the air as I alternately spit and ash on his cock. it grew hard as my saliva covered it. when I finished my smoke I placed one foot on his chest and the other on his throat, while I played with his small nipples, my nails digging into his gentle flesh as I skillfully moved them about with purposed pinches, inducing pain. I told him to stroke his cock and make sure that my spit and the ash coated his him. I continued to spit on him as I increased the amount of pain I delivered to his nipples.
smiling sweetly, I said: "you know, you aren't allowed to cum yet, you may only cum when I tell you to, but I want you to keep stroking until you are close, then I want you to stop. then start again and then stop. I want you to keep doing this until you feel as though you are about to explode. when you feel like that, let me know."
his body quaked and moaned loudly. I slapped him, "you are too loud!", then twisted his nipples sharply and released, immediately slapping both hard. when he got to the point of explosion, he paused. I told him to keep going and stop again when it moved past this feeling to the point where it started to hurt. while working to this goal, I would direct him to stop and start again at my leisure, his legs convulsing and the muscles in his body twitching. when his need to cum started to hurt, I told him to stand and pulled out the saran wrap I had him retrieve earlier.
I instructed him to hold his dick to his stomach and to rotate as I made a make-shift saran wrap diaper on him. after he laid down again, I ran my nails over the saran wrap and taunted him with humiliating jest, telling him to somehow, through the plastic, make himself cum, still at my discretion. I had him repeatedly start and stop what looked like him scratching or furiously palming his shaft. he started shaking again so I taunted his need to orgasm, and gave the following instructions: "you may cum as I instruct, but only as I count to ten, if you do not cum at 10, you will be slapped hard in the balls, and not allowed to cum at all, summarily dismissed." he seemed dismayed as this prospect but gave a "yes Domina" to my command. I didn't feel he understood so asked forcefully: "do you understand?", with a more confident "Yes Domina!".
as he furiously rubbed his clit I could see the anxiety and tension build in his body. he whimpered as I counted down. at 9, I pulled the saran wrap tight to his hips and on 10 his orgasm exploded and he was nearly unresponsive after a few moments of convulsing on the floor. I instructed him lie there for a bit and then after he had recovered himself and was calm, I instructed him to leave on the saran wrap, put on his clothes and dismissed him; but only after pointing out the fact that others on the train home may smell his cum drying under the plastic and the crinkle noise that would surely be heard with his every movement.
building an orgasm with the constant potential of it being ruined or never achieved is a very lovely thing to do.
when he got here I ordered him to take off his bag, shoes, and to pour me a glass of the juice I had him pick up for me. easy task, right? he was so nervous about being in my presence that he failed. he opened the orange-pineapple juice without shaking it first. I instructed for him to pour it back, and shake it before doing so. the fool tried to pour into the narrow mouth of the container directly. I sighed and held out a funnel in my hand. he put the bottle under the funnel (still in my hand) and tried to pour from there. I had to tell him to take the funnel from my hand, put it in the container and then pour it back in. I couldn't help but shake my head openly at his failure to do such a simple task. wouldn't you know it, when he picked up the glass to put it in my expectant hand, he spilled it on the floor and counter. I had him strip prior and to watch him clean up his mess in the nude was amusing. cleaning his mess made his dick start to drip so I directed him to catch it and eat it, and so he did.
after I had moved to sit, I had him lay on the floor at my feet and take off my heels, one at a time and massage my tender soles. all the meanwhile I am smoking a clove that is squeezed into a stone cigarette holder. its heavily scent fills the air as I alternately spit and ash on his cock. it grew hard as my saliva covered it. when I finished my smoke I placed one foot on his chest and the other on his throat, while I played with his small nipples, my nails digging into his gentle flesh as I skillfully moved them about with purposed pinches, inducing pain. I told him to stroke his cock and make sure that my spit and the ash coated his him. I continued to spit on him as I increased the amount of pain I delivered to his nipples.
smiling sweetly, I said: "you know, you aren't allowed to cum yet, you may only cum when I tell you to, but I want you to keep stroking until you are close, then I want you to stop. then start again and then stop. I want you to keep doing this until you feel as though you are about to explode. when you feel like that, let me know."
his body quaked and moaned loudly. I slapped him, "you are too loud!", then twisted his nipples sharply and released, immediately slapping both hard. when he got to the point of explosion, he paused. I told him to keep going and stop again when it moved past this feeling to the point where it started to hurt. while working to this goal, I would direct him to stop and start again at my leisure, his legs convulsing and the muscles in his body twitching. when his need to cum started to hurt, I told him to stand and pulled out the saran wrap I had him retrieve earlier.
I instructed him to hold his dick to his stomach and to rotate as I made a make-shift saran wrap diaper on him. after he laid down again, I ran my nails over the saran wrap and taunted him with humiliating jest, telling him to somehow, through the plastic, make himself cum, still at my discretion. I had him repeatedly start and stop what looked like him scratching or furiously palming his shaft. he started shaking again so I taunted his need to orgasm, and gave the following instructions: "you may cum as I instruct, but only as I count to ten, if you do not cum at 10, you will be slapped hard in the balls, and not allowed to cum at all, summarily dismissed." he seemed dismayed as this prospect but gave a "yes Domina" to my command. I didn't feel he understood so asked forcefully: "do you understand?", with a more confident "Yes Domina!".
as he furiously rubbed his clit I could see the anxiety and tension build in his body. he whimpered as I counted down. at 9, I pulled the saran wrap tight to his hips and on 10 his orgasm exploded and he was nearly unresponsive after a few moments of convulsing on the floor. I instructed him lie there for a bit and then after he had recovered himself and was calm, I instructed him to leave on the saran wrap, put on his clothes and dismissed him; but only after pointing out the fact that others on the train home may smell his cum drying under the plastic and the crinkle noise that would surely be heard with his every movement.
building an orgasm with the constant potential of it being ruined or never achieved is a very lovely thing to do.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
tips for starting Dominatrices by Claudia Typhoon
now, to be a Domme in NYC know that there are already a lot of very skilled Dommes here. it is a hard place to start. when starting out you will have that shiny new girl finish and if you are without a strong disposition and a true love of kink, you will not last long. you will be naive and clients will try to take advantage as much as possible. they are like children and dogs, they must be reminded and punished appropriately and often. the further along you get, the better you will get at this. some people are naturals at discipline and behaviour modification, others are naturals at humiliation, corporal, and so forth. you will find your niche. (more on finding you niche in another entry.)
I highly suggest starting at a dungeon because it will give you a crash course and you will have more experiences Dommes to learn from and work with. I'm still in touch with Dommes I worked with when I started years ago. Dommes are my favorite kinds of people. (another entry) if you do not feel this is for you, see if a more experienced Domme will take you under his/her wing. choose carefully. this person will have a huge impact on how you develop as a Dominant. it will not be unheard of for you to serve your Dominant mentor as a submissive. Some Dominant personalities could never serve as a submissive, they just don't have the capacity. I suggest it because being able to have that empathy for your slave/sub/bottom is extremely important. I think that understanding that trust and humility as a Dominant can make someone a wonderful and powerful Dominant. the best Dominants I have ever met are sweethearts, teddy bears and generous. they understand power exchange and will not hesitate to put you in your place if needed.
EXPERIMENT! FOR THE SWEET LOVE OF CHRIST EXPERIMENT!
some things will not be for you. some things will definitely not be for you! but you will never truly learn what you love, hate, and excel at if you do not try things. do it slowly and at your pace. choose partners you can trust and communicate well with. I try things I know I will probably hate with an open mind. you never know, the right experience can really be eye opening.
example: I used to hate my feet being touched. it would make me angry; but since I have such beautiful, well-formed feet, I got tons of request for foot worship so I decided to give it a try. now foot worship is one of my favorite things to incorporate into play. it was simply that my feet were incredibly sensitive so for me in seemed invasive. now, its incredible intimate.
and ask questions, tons of questions. be a 2-year old again. why? how? why again. learn the motivation, the sensation of activities.
read! there is now a ton of literature out there. the more you read, the more experience you gain, the more you will be able to establish what is good information and inaccurate information. same goes for porn. I love porn, but some BDSM porn does not accurately display what will be going on in a session with a Domme or you as a Domme. as long as you understand that, watch away!
I highly suggest starting at a dungeon because it will give you a crash course and you will have more experiences Dommes to learn from and work with. I'm still in touch with Dommes I worked with when I started years ago. Dommes are my favorite kinds of people. (another entry) if you do not feel this is for you, see if a more experienced Domme will take you under his/her wing. choose carefully. this person will have a huge impact on how you develop as a Dominant. it will not be unheard of for you to serve your Dominant mentor as a submissive. Some Dominant personalities could never serve as a submissive, they just don't have the capacity. I suggest it because being able to have that empathy for your slave/sub/bottom is extremely important. I think that understanding that trust and humility as a Dominant can make someone a wonderful and powerful Dominant. the best Dominants I have ever met are sweethearts, teddy bears and generous. they understand power exchange and will not hesitate to put you in your place if needed.
EXPERIMENT! FOR THE SWEET LOVE OF CHRIST EXPERIMENT!
some things will not be for you. some things will definitely not be for you! but you will never truly learn what you love, hate, and excel at if you do not try things. do it slowly and at your pace. choose partners you can trust and communicate well with. I try things I know I will probably hate with an open mind. you never know, the right experience can really be eye opening.
example: I used to hate my feet being touched. it would make me angry; but since I have such beautiful, well-formed feet, I got tons of request for foot worship so I decided to give it a try. now foot worship is one of my favorite things to incorporate into play. it was simply that my feet were incredibly sensitive so for me in seemed invasive. now, its incredible intimate.
and ask questions, tons of questions. be a 2-year old again. why? how? why again. learn the motivation, the sensation of activities.
read! there is now a ton of literature out there. the more you read, the more experience you gain, the more you will be able to establish what is good information and inaccurate information. same goes for porn. I love porn, but some BDSM porn does not accurately display what will be going on in a session with a Domme or you as a Domme. as long as you understand that, watch away!
Sunday, June 2, 2013
smoking fetish by Claudia Typhoon
some fetishes and kinks I still have to figure out, smoking fetishes however, I get. to see the smoke ooze and dissipate from sultry lips is very arousing. I try to incorporate smoking and human ashtray wherever possible. now, I'm not a regular smoker and I'm not so fond of regular cigarettes, but specialty ones like cloves and cigars I really enjoy. I even frequent some cigar lounges in the city and give the tobacco its proper respect when it comes to ritual of smoking a cigar. I love letting the smoke ooze from my mouth over my slave, putting them out on their parts, singing their hair with the hot cherries. when my playthings have sweater vest or 70's bushes, I love to singe them down to a proper length. just last week I had a very drippy sub put out a clove of mine using his pre-cum. he was very worried and it took several tries. it excited me to see him so worried that he may be burn. that same look and feeling of fear arouses me when I pass my cherry so very close to the more sensitive parts of my slave. I enjoy flicking my ash on them, rubbing it into their skin, using my spit to make a paste of it and smearing it wherever possible, where it will cake and sweat, where it will cause friction when tugged upon. I love the look of humility or disgust as I ash on their tongues. ah yes, smoking fetish is one I get.
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