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[Netzach]

I think what we need more than morality, though, is narrative, motivation.

Picture of naked spread chick staring fatuously into lens....

boring.

Picture of naked spread chick staring timorously into lens, her feet in ob-gyn stirrups and strapped to the table with plastic wrap:

titillating.

 

[Queen Bee]

That reminds me of the old saying,

A woman needs a reason for sex; the man only needs a place.

You're perhaps saying (?)

A woman predator needs a reason for sexually brutalizing someone; the man predator simply needs a place

You're a complex creature apparently still struggling with her Cartesian propensities.

I think that's an accurate generalization. You may have been on the right track to begin with; perhaps the only reason a man needs IS the dissemination of the tadpoles.

It's not all righteous anger though; some of my brutal fantasies require only that a man be mildly irritating.

And yes, a narrative framework is essential. If I flash on a sexually violent image without context, I have to rewind and create one.

 

[rosco rathbone]

BLACK ACTIVITIES

Here's a list of humiliating and painful things one might do to a woman; to be updated as they occur to my mind. Also some amusing, whimzickle and bizzarre things.

#1 : Eat at a nice restaurant. I order a full meal for myself, dry white toast for her. There it sits on her plate, looking up at her, arid and unappetizing. I excuse myself, go to the gent's and relieve stress into a small ramekin brought for the purpose. Return to table, sit it before her, and oblidge her by the power of my domination to spread the proffered seed upon the toast with a butter-knife; and then to eat as I look on, smiling.

#2 : In a room with a checkerboard floor pattern; have her keep one square very clean-almost ritually. After safe-sex; squeese the queasy seed from the condom onto the floor and sit in a chair, watching as she licks it up.

#3 Unless one has a gigantic tool; it's impossible to really give someone a good cock-lashing. At least, I never find it satisfactory. That is why they invented jelly cocks. Lightly slapping someone in the face, side to side like a Gestapo officer with his leather gloves....how humiliating. A hard whack in the face would be painful. The jelly cock could be kept in a special place. "Fetch the jelly cock, now, you worthless cunt."

No.4 Thinking of ways to really make an oral servant feel like a hole; and nothing but. I suppose that those rather surgical-looking mouth-opening rigs are OK; but they feel too "fetishy" for me. I like the idea of some kind of small crate or box, just big enough for a kneeler. There'd be a glory-hole; on the inside of which there'd be a rubber mouthpiece for her to bite; both holding her head in place and covering the teeth. I like the idea of a few perfunctory squirts of lube into the hole before the oral intercourseing doth commence. Idea: film this and make her watch the film back, in presence of others. If you really wanted to get freaky, you could probably rig up some kind of nose-catheter so that she wouldbe able to continue breathing during rough oral usage. This is outside of anything I'd actually try, though.

No.5 I've been suffering from a heinous case of athlete's-balls lately, from working in this humidity. To oblidge someone, through the power of my dominance, to apply my tough-actin' Tinactin twice per day, to my balls, carefully and solicitously, seems to be a very humiliating thing to do.

#6 Being sucked off while sitting in a chair or throne is at the top of my mind these days. I'd like to use a piece of white tape to establish a line on the floor that the fellatrix would be required to keep her knees on; and not cross over. Then I could say "boney knees on the sucking line!" by way of ordering her to get down and do what she does best.

#7 I saw a kid's costume crown the other day; gold with fake jewels. How droll to make that part of the oral ritual. I am also in a mode to do as little work as possible. It might work something like this: Upon recieveing orders to suck, she first goes to the cuppboard and takes out our respective headgear; the crown and the sucking cap. Donning her cap, she kneels down and removes my right shoe and sock, then unzips me and pulls my pants and drawers down and off that foot. ( I like to sit with knees widespread). I sit in the chair and she comes around behind and crowns me with the childish crown. Perhaps even is required to whisper in my ear "I crown you master of my mouth". Then I give the order "boney knees on the sucking line!" and she kneels on the above described line and gives me an oral orgasm.

#8 Although many think that woman naked/ man dressed is more perverse; the reverse is true. That's why I like to be depantsed and I like my fellatrix to be fully clothed. One thing I envisioned while masturbating was a sort of Colonial Era white cap, with lacey trim, such as one might imagine Betsey Ross or Dolley Madison wearing while sewing stars and stripes onto old Glory. I don't know the technical name for this headgear. I suppose it all fits in with the being-blown-by-the-scullery-maid thing.

#9 An idea: Give a penis sucker a little leather-bound diary book, a nice pen, and one of those plastic, rectangular zip-up folder pouches that schoolgirls use for their pencil sharpeners, erasers and pencils, with Hello Kittys or Pokemen. Require her to log all orgasms give me by her with commentary: what was different, what I said and did, what pleased me, the duration and intensity of my conclusion, and so forth, the idea being that she could learn to better please me and focus on me by logging trends and observations.

 

[Pure]

Queen Bee said,

It's not all righteous anger though; some of my brutal fantasies require only that a man be mildly irritating.

now you're on the right track, honeyed one;

let's see what'ya got.

--Donatien Alphonse

 

[Pure]

#4

{Added: Delete above; Henceforth, P 1) }

At the height of her period, we taxi to a restaurent and she, in the back of the taxi, is told to remove her clothing and tampon, and put on a white top, flared loose white skirt and the lightest of cotton panties. We enter, and find a booth near the back, which has leather covered seats, and have a leisurely meal, during which serious leaks occur, but are not to be attended to.

We eat, pay, and begin a slow walk to the front door, and in case people have not noticed, I comment loudly, looking at the large bloody patch at the back, "Oh my dear! You've forgotten again.
We must attend to this." Smiling apologetically at the patrons.
"You have panties? just take them off and wrap them in this napkin and hand them to me. " This requires lifting of the skirt.
"Now, so you don't forget next time, what do you need?"

"A tampon."

Do you have one?

"no"

"Then ask me."

"Do you have a tampon, sir?"

I produce one with alacrity. "Here put this in, we don't want any further mess."

[done]

"What do you need now, my dear?"

"Panties."

"I brought a fresh pair just in case; here put them on."

[handing her a nice white pair of cotton ones.]

They're put on. We leave.

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[rosco rathbone]

Start your own damn list you freak.

I think Pure has been having imPURE thoughts lately.

That blood thing is just too fuckin' gnarly, too biological, too fear-of-the-hole for me. I'd pack her off to the hut with instructions to stay the fuck away from me with her bad mojo.

 

[Pure]

RR: "gnarly" and "biological"

I kinda like that.

Can't remember ever seeing RR get grossed out, before.



PS. I think the effect in your #4 would be heightened if the box were glass, and a few friends invited over.

 

[Queen Bee]

Queen Bee said,

It's not all righteous anger though; some of my brutal fantasies require only that a man be mildly irritating.

now you're on the right track, honeyed one;

let's see what'ya got.

--Donatien Alphonse

There are a couple of men I work with, for instance. They are good guys and have never been anything other than friendly and polite to me, but they are so full of lame small talk and cliches and peppy corporate jargon that I sometimes get quite frantic about how to shut. them. up.

Sometimes, if one of them is getting to me, I imagine pushing my whole hand into his mouth, not violently, just in a friendly, insistent, mildly regretful way. I've also thought of pulling out some of that paper spaghetti from beneath the shredder and wadding it up in there, like lining a gift box or a bird's nest. And there's always sitting on his face and squeezing my Thighmasters until his eyes bulge.

See, I have thoughts like this often, but they're never getting-off material. I wonder why my brain is so full of toppish ideas while my body seems hardwired to bottom? Sometimes the dissonance is unsettling.

RR, for #4, I'm imagining something like an old-fashioned photographer's drape, but with a mouthpiece instead of a lens.

 

[MechaBlade]

I liked #1 best. Very nice.

I'm not much of a period man, but I might consider Pure's #4 if it wasn't for my fear that the restaurant owner might ask me to pay for his soiled booth.

 

[Netzach]

Great minds think alike.

I have had G masturbate in the public bathroom of a Thai restaurant and present me with the evidence in a wadded tissue.

Which I then tucked into his breast pocket, neatly, protruding just a little.

Redolent of idea 1. I think.

I have also repeatedly done the dildo cock lashing thing. I've even used enormous enough jelly tools as assbeating implements in public play. That's always fun, too.

I believe that condoms are a way to prevent waste, as well, and often demand that G drain them by mouth.

At the height of my period, I have lightly blood-besmirched G somewhere on the face or arm, just minutely, but enough so that he knows it's there, and gone for a walk or an errand. It produces enormously self-satisfied sensations in me.

I like Queen Bee's ideas. I confess I have one female co-worker who has made me want to roll up a 250 dollar Burberry mini-skirt and stuff it in her mouth.

 

[Pure]

Does this have pervy possibilities, or what? at least for a story.


Human Tongue Transplant Patient Released

=====
By VANESSA GERA

VIENNA, Austria (AP)

- The patient, a 42-year-old Austrian man who had a malignant tumour on his tongue and part of his jaw, underwent a 14-hour operation on July 19 in which doctors amputated his tongue and attached a new one. He is believed to be the first human to receive a tongue transplant.

======

My question: did he get to choose the length?

 

[Quint]

A story in "Extreme" mentioned surgery done to a girl to install zippers into her mouth and cunt. I blinked.

So I've been thinking about rimming recently, for practical reasons. Only in a purely nilla setting am I ever comfortable with the act, and therefore it's never in a nilla setting. Obviously, it's a taboo I have never fully gotten over. But it's such a conundrum. When he is tonguing my ass, I'm overcome with feelings of guilt and shame--no matter how recently clean I am, what he is touching is an inherently filthy part of my body. Fuck "touching," he is intimately raping it, lovingly violating it. I have no secrets from that tongue. The only thought I'm capable of at this point is that I'm a filthy girl for letting him do it. For enjoying it. What a sick little whore.

Yet if ever I were to do it to him, as happened in a recent dream of mine, it would have the same effect. I'm actually touching my mouth to HIS ass. How the fuck could anyone be so dirty as to do that? Just sick.

Damned, damned.

 

[Pure]

Well, Quint, if it would make you feel better, after the transplant it wouldn't by *your* tongue doing the ass licking!

To tell the truth, I'm a bit grossed out, too, in this area.

J.

 

[evesdream]

what is sexy

a week spent holding him deep in my throat. wearing what i would not otherwise wear, because it pleases him. sexy is the expression on his face while he's looking. i'm going to be punished for this outfit.

scorn chasing affection.

sexy is backhanded and my face pushed into his crotch. Or else kissed softly where the bruise is beginning to form and special attention paid to how much this is going to hurt.

i tell him that the way he's doing it makes me feel like a 3rd world whore- and there's loose change on the bed from one of our pockets, he's pushing my face into it. He's behind me getting rougher. Pulls my hips a little higher and tells me not to take it personally, this is how he fucks all women.

sexy is backtalk rewarded with backhand. struggling to stay where he told me even though it hurts, because we've already been through this. having learned the hard way. A righteous lashing, knees in danger of buckling, hair-pulled back into face down position.

And seething. Struggling to stay where he told me while hating to be told what to do. Sexy is being chastised corporally, verbally, by belt and by cocklash; thoroughly, smugly, in a way that arouses irascence and makes him hard, and starts war between my need to please him and the need to tell him to fuck off when he tells me now to kneel.

Kneeling.

Sexy is a shame so deep and enduring that it overrides any and all riot grrrl, sex-positive third-wave feminista training and renders me speechless as he casually comments on my natural affinity for oral and man-pleasing. Sexy is my mouth like his surrogate hand.

"Swallow"

Getting him a drink. Realizing with what injured pride (he'd just deposited his filthy lucre in my tum) when i fetch it.

"I know a girl...and I can't decide whether I want to slap her backhanded or kiss her shoulders until she falls asleep." Sexy is his hand already on the back of my neck, fingers flexed. He gets a hard-on from tickling me, and then laughing at me, and then pinning me and controlling my movements with a grip on the back of my neck then on the top knot of my hair.

The sound of bale transcendence, a marvelous suckling sound.

 

[Marquis]

Wow, that is sexy.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Wow, that is sexy.

Yeah, it is. There's something incredibly hot about the idea of seething. Little Evie has obviously been intercourseing with higher powers; more power to her.

 

[rosco rathbone]

This is gay; but I cannot get the chorus to Tied To The Whipping Post by the Allmans out of my head-except that it is modified to go "tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied to the suckin' post".

 

[Netzach]

Yes it is.

welcome back.

Fess up.

You are Nick Stone, aren't you?

Heh.

 

[WriterDom]

Yes it is.

welcome back.

Fess up.

You are Nick Stone, aren't you?

Heh.

he is stone wannabe. Heh.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Ah, Nickey? *ahem*

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[WriterDom]

If 76% of your responses are to your own thread, you might be a redneck.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Jeez, I post a no-nick stone sign and now the guy is all over the place. Is this one of those "only want to belong to a club that won't have me" things?

Nah, yer OK Nick. How is the hunt for southern subbies going?

 

[WriterDom]

Seriously Ros, if we imposed a no post zone on you and Pure on the northern and southern end of Topoleus, this thread would sink faster than a Polish polka thread. Blackcockhold was interesting, but he left a year ago.

 

[Queen Bee]

Re: BLACK ACTIVITIES

#6 Being sucked off while sitting in a chair or throne is at the top of my mind these days. I'd like to use a piece of white tape to establish a line on the floor that the fellatrix would be required to keep her knees on; and not cross over. Then I could say "boney knees on the sucking line!" by way of ordering her to get down and do what she does best.

#7 I saw a kid's costume crown the other day; gold with fake jewels. How droll to make that part of the oral ritual. I am also in a mode to do as little work as possible. It might work something like this: Upon recieveing orders to suck, she first goes to the cuppboard and takes out our respective headgear; the crown and the sucking cap. Donning her cap, she kneels down and removes my right shoe and sock, then unzips me and pulls my pants and drawers down and off that foot. ( I like to sit with knees widespread). I sit in the chair and she comes around behind and crowns me with the childish crown. Perhaps even is required to whisper in my ear "I crown you master of my mouth". Then I give the order "boney knees on the sucking line!" and she kneels on the above described line and gives me an oral orgasm.

#8 Although many think that woman naked/ man dressed is more perverse; the reverse is true. That's why I like to be depantsed and I like my fellatrix to be fully clothed. One thing I envisioned while masturbating was a sort of Colonial Era white cap, with lacey trim, such as one might imagine Betsey Ross or Dolley Madison wearing while sewing stars and stripes onto old Glory. I don't know the technical name for this headgear. I suppose it all fits in with the being-blown-by-the-scullery-maid thing.

#9 An idea: Give a penis sucker a little leather-bound diary book, a nice pen, and one of those plastic, rectangular zip-up folder pouches that schoolgirls use for their pencil sharpeners, erasers and pencils, with Hello Kittys or Pokemen. Require her to log all orgasms give me by her with commentary: what was different, what I said and did, what pleased me, the duration and intensity of my conclusion, and so forth, the idea being that she could learn to better please me and focus on me by logging trends and observations. [/B]

"Boney knees on the sucking line" has a singsong quality that makes it sound like the refrain from a nursery game, like Duck Duck Goose or Red Rover. And the nursery rhyme image is only enhanced by the ruffled dust cap, crown, and other props. Have you been reading Mother Goose?

Aw, I like the idea of logging gifted orgasms in a little diary. Then she could put them into a spreadsheet and make illustrative bar graphs or something.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Seriously Ros, if we imposed a no post zone on you and Pure on the northern and southern end of Topoleus, this thread would sink faster than a Polish polka thread. Blackcockhold was interesting, but he left a year ago.

As you must be aware, my man, thread popularity-which as we all know is measured by number of flirtatious, emoticon-laden posts by people such as Fungi Ungi, Miss Taken, Ebonyfire and James G5; as well as the lumpenproletariat of faceless, personality-free female sumbissives-was never my aim. I quote from my preamble to this Topopolis thread of ours....

".....Thus, I have created Topopolis as an alternative to the Dominate's Lounge and a forum for anyone else who feels like me.
If there are no such people here, I will just carry on talking to myself, safe in the confines of the Topopolis city limits."

Now be a sport, Nick, and admit that my little four-sided conversation with Nutsack, Pure, Evesdream and the QBF is considerably more interesting and idea-laden than your ol' Dom Lounge ever was. Perhaps I shall even take down the No-Nick Stone Zone sign and let you come play, as token dominate master.