The Week Long No Orgasm Challenge (AKA I must be fucking stupid to have attempted this)

I think that it's quite plain that I absolutely adore having sex. Wait, minor correction: I absolutely adore having sex with Daddy. He's the first man to actually make me cum in bed (I admit, I am guilty of faking MANY an orgasm in the past just to get the person to stop rutting on top of me so I could leave and pleasure myself) and to make me cum so thoroughly that half of the time, I could just curl up into an over-sexed ball and pass out. The other half of the time, I'm demanding more sex and more orgasms, to the point of where I am kind of spoiled and ungrateful.

I was starting to realize my behavior was getting out of control. If I didn't have sex a minimum of 4 times a day (6 is what makes me happiest, if not more) I would be wildly moody. I would go from extremely angry ("Why the fuck would you fuck me and not let me cum?") to ridiculously depressed ("The world is a lonely lonely place without orgasms...le sigh.") to pleading and bargaining ("Daddy, I will give you whatever you want, just please make me cum!")

Oh...my....gosh...I'm addicted to orgasms. My attitude was no different from someone addicted to cocaine or heroin. They have become my narcotic and I was increasingly unstable unless I got my fix. It became some consuming, I had time for little else. So, what does one do to kick a habit that is so deeply ingrained into their lifestyle? By going cold turkey, of course!

Now, I'm not absolutely crazy. I decided that since orgasms aren't BAD for me (just my behavior when I don't get what I deem as enough) one week sans orgasm would be enough to teach me a valuable lesson in...I don't even know...stuff? It would be just like kicking a heroin addiction: a week without, a few cold sweats and nightmares and then I would be clean and sober.

Should be cake. I can do this, I told myself.

Well, unlike heroin, I couldn't escape sex. I couldn't leave it on the corner somewhere in Baltimore, avoid the calls from my dealer, lock myself in my room and sweat it out. Whenever Daddy wants sex, I give it to him. Believe me when I say he wants it quite frequently.

There is no sex rehab in this household.

I lasted 3 days. 3 of the longest days of my life and spanned all the stages of overcoming addiction. By the end of it, I was achy, sweaty and desperate. I would have willingly gave away precious government secrets if Daddy would just say the magic words.

He's truly a sadist, sometimes. He had so much fun bringing me so close to the edge and leaving me there while he got to cum whenever and however he felt like. I think my day 3, though, he was sick of seeing the tears in my eyes and the mopey behavior around the house. He let me go cum without reprimand, but did state that in the future, a majority of my punishments would be long-term orgasm denial.

I miss the caning already.

The Kink Bubble

Most people don't live the life I do and I really do forget that things I find to be normal and everyday are a pervert's ultimate fantasy. Every once in a while, I'll be sitting in a lecture hall, listening to a professor talk rattle on and on about some amazing epigenetic discovery, while I stare into a sea of nameless faces and think, "Wow, none of you have any idea, do you?"

It seems like I've safely ensconced myself in a kink bubble. Almost all my friends, my connections, my life is tied to the lifestyle. No, slight correction, this is who I am; it just happens to permeate through all facets of my life. At this point, I'm not even sure I can reliably carry a conversation with a Narwhal. I'm not even sure how I managed to beforehand, and, when I really dwell on that, I realize I probably didn't. I usually don't speak at all or I say something that would deem me as an improper young lady (in the bad sense).

Now, Narwhals are just that: creatures that I watch carefully as they swim in their gigantic glass tanks, utterly fascinated by their everyday existence. Is that Narwhal there trying to mate? What a bizarre ritual! Their communication just sounds like a series of clicks and calls that entertain me, but mean next to nothing. How do I even begin to decipher?


When did I become a Whale Biologist?

Wykd Dave, Clover, Nyotaimori and other stuff

I was lucky enough to spend a few days/hours hanging out with rope community celebrities Wykd Dave and Clover. They have been in the states recently to teach classes and perform at Shibaricon. I had always thought I knew a decent amount about shibari, kinbaku and the art of tying. Spending three hours watching Japanese rope porno with Dave, Clover and The Hammer has shown me how really new I am. Not a bad thing, but a nice reminder that I'm not as educated as I thought I was.

So far in my journey in rope, I've been so blessed to have a rockin' community, awesome teachers and a loving Daddy that wants to learn and grow with me. In this past year, I've gotten the best tutelage from bondage legends, like Lochai and Dave, and an awesome bottom, Clover. Even in the past two weeks, I've gotten to watch Dave and Clover perform twice, most people can't claim that at all :)

At Dirty Things, we were able to workshop the single column ankle suspension (non-gravity boot version) and decided that it's probably not best to attempt it anymore. I can endure it, but it seems extremely prone to injuries and nerve damage (two rope bottoms I know of had this injury and it was seriously intense)

After watching Dave and Clover perform, Daddy decided to have some sashimi, Nyotaimori style. Of course, being at Dirty Things meant he had to make a few additions of bondage and rope. Here is the outcome. Lovely photos taken by Ham Sandwich.

Ballet Boots

Recently, my friend (and soon to be newest room-mate in apt. 302) purchased ballet boots for me. I never really understood her excitement until she slid them on my feet, laced them up and told me to stand up.

Folks, I could NOT stand. These boots weren't made for the balance challenged at all. Looks like I'm reduced to crawling around; I instantly fell in love with them. I a huge fan of degradation and not being able to walk...can't even stand. I'm required to either wait for assistance, stand and fall or crawl around. So...damn...sexy.

Daddy was no different, he absolutely loved putting them on me as well. Throw on some clamps, a hood and a ballgag for good measure and you're havin' yourself a grand ole time.

Sorry for the craptacular cell phone pics. Maybe someday we'll get a decent camera.

Intimacy with Rope 101 - Online Class

Tired of those boring college classes, well, not to worry, we have you covered!

Presenting: Intimacy with Rope 101 - LIVE Streaming University

When:

Monday, May 14th, 8:30pm-10:00pm EST, can log in at 8:15pm—demonstration will begin at 8:30pm and go till 9:30pm…may run slightly over, latest being 10pm!

Who is the class for?

This class is for anyone who has a desire to expand their play with rope. Any size, any shape, male or female. This class is an introductory and novice level course, but we will build from this class onto further ones.

What will be taught?

We will discuss single & double column ties, chest harnesses and quite possibly a floor hogtie. There will be 2 lovely bottoms, one is of larger variety, so you big gals and guys...step up to the plate!

Where?

The privacy of your own home!!! You do not have to drive anywhere, if you have an internet connection you can come to class. The class is interactive via a chat room like environment. You will hear and see us LIVE as we present to you the building blocks of intimate rope connections and be able to communicate with us in real time using the chat room!

How much is this class?

Our introductory class, is FREE ! This is a fun test on alternative ways to provide our community with education. If it's well received, we'll do more!
If you wish to, you can make a donation to the presenters and to the bottoms by clicking here:
[www.paypal.com][Donate through Paypal to justfrogg@gmail.com] *Donations go to the presenters and bottoms.

Who is presenting?

This awesome presentation will be brought to you by DarianILRe, warriorfrog, M0co Butterfly66

So, come one everyone and together we can Be More with Kink!

Also, any person creating this live streaming demonstration isn't responsible for any injury caused by watching. This is for entertainment purposes, and if you happen to gain something from it, then all is good. But seriously, we're not responsible for any misuse of rope to any living thing that causes any sort of injury. There are many ways to produce rope work, and ours isn't "the" way, it's a way that we find comfortable, and we hope to entertain you!

Dirty Things May

I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but one of my favorite play parties is Dirty Things. it's a bondage themed party (surprise!) that Daddy and I help co-host. Actually, when I think about it, I don't think we do much work for this party whatsoever. Maybe that's part of the reason I like it so much. But, much more than that, it's a great place to socialize with other rope lovers and see/experience some amazing rope work.

Like the caged suspension Daddy did on me.

Before we started to play, someone, possibly Hammer, asked me about my flexibility, so I showed off my old gymnastics skills and pulled my leg up to my head. Daddy, looking incredibly surprised, said he never knew I was so flexible. (Really, Daddy? After a year of being together? You've twisted me into some difficult positions...and you're sticking to the claim you had no idea I could do that?)

I guess watching me contort next to the tall cage in the middle floor play space gave Daddy some ideas because before I knew it, I was tossed into a TK variation (in which Lochai and Celeste Lucia help create) and I was pushed into the cage and tied off in it. A line was added to my right ankle and I knew that meant that I was going to be put into a partial, but I had no idea where or how it would look.

Daddy brought my right ankle as far up as he could, somewhere near my head. The stretch in my leg was incredible. Daddy twisted and wrapped the rest of the line around my leg and throughout the cage. He then tied off my left ankle and raised it a bit so that I would be fully suspended within the cage.

Here is what the final results look like. I want to thank Amy Morgan for taking these pictures :) For cell phone pics, they came out pretty well.

Also, new achievement unlocked! I was able to keep my NJoy butt plug in the entire time! I've never been able to keep a butt plug in during a full suspension before, go me! So, these pictures also happen to be awesome product placement ad for NJoy products.

The night continued with more stressful bondage, spending some time with my girl crush and catching up with Celeste Lucia. Another fantastic night :D

Review: Brazilian Waxing

It's crazy to think about how much time is wasted on body hair removal. I would say that out of the 20-25 minutes I spend in the shower, a good half of that is dedicated to shaving something like 60% of my body. On top of that, I don't just have hair - I have a thick layer of fur meant to protect me from the harsh cold long nights in the Arctic. My hair would pretty much grow back within a few hours.

So, of course, when Darian IlRe, demi-god of TNG Baltimore and sweetest brother ever, said that one of the beauticians at his spa was doing a free brazilian waxing demo for her boss, I jumped on the chance.

The prepping for it was seemingly easy: don't shave for a week.

Let me tell you, longest week ever. I never realized how automatic it is for me to pick up the razor and hack away and the hairs on my body, it's become second nature. So, to let it grow out was particularly challenging. I also never realized how thick my hair is. I mean, yes, I knew I had quite a bit, but considering that I have kept myself smooth shaved since 17 years old, I don't think I ever actually knew how much I had. So, by the end of this week, I felt like I was growing a small, raven-haired furby between my legs.

The waxing itself wasn't bad at all; it was no more painful than things we do sexually. In fact, N made the statement, "Oh, so it's like a hair follicle zipper." Why, yes, yes it was! What a perfect analogy. So, if you're curious about what waxing feels like, line yourself with some clothespins and rip them all off at once! I think waxing is actually a lot less painful, so if you can survive that, you can survive a waxing. Some areas were more sensitive than others and the soft wax was more painful than the hard, but overall, it was a breeze.

Since I was a serial shaver, the waxer, Brit, told me that my hair would start growing in strangely because I had so many short hairs. B recommended that I don't shave, come back in a week and get whatever hairs were leftover.

Another week, no shaving. The small hairs grew into strange little patches. Daddy said it looked like a sick ewok (D:). I went back today and she pulled the rest off. I barely even noticed it this time.

The whole process was fairly quick, maybe an hour or so, and there were no special directions afterward besides exfoliate. ("Everytime you shower! Don't forget!").

I think I'll just stop shaving altogether now. I just want to wax it. The results are super sexy. I just hope I can afford it.

Quick Review

Salon: Zina's Day Spa in Canton (Baltimore, MD)

Product/Service: Full brazilian waxing- a mix of hard and soft waxes

Price: Prices start at $75, can be a bit expensive if you're poor (like me!) but the hair does grow in finer and you'll end up going less.

Pain level: 3/10 t 4/10, depending on which type of wax used and where the wax was. Some people with more sensitive skin may bleed.

Maintenance and upkeep: If you're a chronic shaver, you may need to go back in a week to remove smaller hairs that couldn't be yanked the first go around. Exfoliation is a must.