Sinful Sunday: Equal Time for Showers!

I've seen several bathtub shots among the blogs this past week! but no shower shots... time to rectify that...

After all... I get to play with a fun toy in the shower...

Click through to see my favourite setting ;)

Who knows? maybe next week I'll be daring enough to step into the shower for a few shots...

Go see who else is being sinful!!

HNT: View to the Rear

Some day I'd love to do this outside... but for now, restraining myself against the cellar door will have to do!

WW: Wanton to Cum

"I will take you now, wench… no cumming for you unless I say…"

I shiver and moan in reply... ah, the fit between is so tight from behind... then push back a bit, willing my Master to start moving

He growls and stays where He is, holding my hips tightly in his strong fingers, bruising me

I have no control over this, over Him... He owns me, all of me, even my orgasms

Finally, finally he starts moving... slowly at first, then faster and more insistently, building over time until he is pounding into me hard and fast

The sweet tension builds... oh, so good...

I feel my release approaching

"Please, Master... may I cum?  Please, oh please, I beg you, I need to cum..."

"No!" my Master replies in a gravelly voice, "you are not allowed to cum!!"

I scream quietly, my head moving from side to side as I fight for control of my body.  I must obey. I cannot fail...

He is drilling into me now, so hard, so fast

His fingers tangling in my chain, tugging at my nipple rings as He rides me

Such delicious torture... not sure I can hold out...

"Pleeeeeeeeease..."

His reply is punctuated by the movement of his hips, his voice commanding.

"Do. Not. Cum. I. Forbid."

Several more strokes, His cock swelling within me... I can tell He is close…

"You. Are. Mine!"... then He freezes in place, pulling me tight against Him, roaring His release as I feel Him twitch and jerk inside me, spilling deep within

My Master pulls out of me with a groan and I feel His cum running down my leg

I keen in frustration

I need to cum so very badly

Please, Master... please...

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All Tied Up

I was asked recently if blogging “made me wet.”

My answer to that was no… but that the planning and prep work for it could definitely get me there.  This weekend was a prime example.

There were two things I wanted to accomplish; a photo session to cover posts for the upcoming week, and to continue an experience I had had last weekend, where I had worn a karada (shibari body harness) under my clothes for a whole day and overnight whilst attending a very public event (and sharing a hotel room!).

It was the closest I could get to scening under the circumstances, and I was going to make the most of it!

Accordingly, I planned out what shots I wanted to take and on Friday evening after the kids went to bed I set up in my bedroom for the first shots.  It was quite arousing to set up and snap those pics… and I still had more to come…

Downstairs, I staged in the kitchen in front of the cellar door and set up camera angle and timing.  It took a while to get the camera height just right 

and deal with my body image issues before lacing myself into the karada and getting down to it.  Again, it was quite stimulating once I got into it and that continued as I worked with the photos afterwards and set up the posts for Sinful Sunday, Wanton Wednesday, and Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Back up in the bedroom, I never got as far as the hairbrush or the wooden spoon ;)

The Hitachi and Old Faithful were enough to bring about release of all the sexual tension that had built up from the evening… and I was still wearing the body harness…

The next day I wore the harness all day around my family… and out on a bike ride… and out to the movies.  It felt deliciously naughty… and not a little scary, wondering if anyone would notice.  The bike ride was just amazing with the ropes rubbing in all the right places and some strategically placed knots making their presence felt. :)

I did take off the harness that evening in order to take a bath and shave and then snuggle next to Taz for a bit before bed… figuring that he would likely feel it if I leant into him even if he hadn’t noticed it otherwise and not really wanting to deal with it that late in the day… but the very next morning it went right back on!  Again today I’ve been out in public wearing it; my nipples have been constantly hard and so sensitive it’s been amazing.  I performed this morning in this state and am about to step out again for an evening performance… the ‘high’ of performing and the ‘high’ this is giving me will be translating into some vigorous solo play tonight methinks!  Though I’ll need to be quiet…

Sinful Sunday: Bedtime - No Kindle Required!

As promised... the UNtame version of bedtime in the Dragon's Dungeon :)

Who needs to read when all the inspiration you need is right here?!

And let us not forget a critical addition to the nightstand!

Disorders of Personality: Kink?

I am not a psych nurse, despite the fact that more than half of the patients on my caseload have a psychiatric diagnosis.  My folks with Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) are all quite psychiatrically involved in fact, and time spent around them can be quite lively.  There was a time when I did not deal well with ‘the headgames’ as I called them… but as my clinical expertise grew I’ve become more comfortable and even enjoy certain aspects of the therapeutic dynamic I share with those in my caseload.  I might even admit to being fascinated by some of the theory concerning altered thought processes and how they manifest themselves in behaviour.  But… just bear in mind that I am far more of an expert in therapeutic/medical areas other than psych, and so my observations on things psychiatric are just mine personally rather than those of a seasoned clinician.

That said, last weekend at my national specialty conference I attended a two-part session on Personality Disorders to gain some insight, as several of my patients have that diagnosis and it’s rather frustrating to deal with.  However, my kinky li’l brain could not help but be struck on how much similarity a couple of the disorders held to some Dominants I have run across and the Dominant personality in general as I understand it.

Now, before y’all come after me with whips, canes, and nine irons, I am not labelling anyone here… I am simply pointing out something I found interesting.  I’m only too aware of my own issues to wish anyone else to feel stigmatised.  But if it hits the nail on the head for someone… well, it’s just food for thought.

Whilst personality traits appear to be genetic, personality disorders are fixed patterns of behaviour theoretically brought about when a susceptible individual is exposed to abuse, neglect, or shame at a particular developmental level within the first five years of life; the emotional system is changed by the ego (unconscious) awareness for self-protection.  The patterns are observed in communication (impaired), general affect (may be incongruous with actions), impulse control (or lack thereof), compliance (or lack thereof) and relationships.  The need to be in control greatly affects how they interact with others as an automatic defence mechanism; emotional boundaries have been damaged and so control is used instead of trust to deal with others.  Perspective is altered and they see others, the world, and themselves differently.

There are several different types of personality disorders; the person presenting the material had them grouped in three clusters based on developmental level (she went by the first three of Erik Erikson’s Developmental Stages).  Therefore, if the abuse/neglect/shame happened at the Trust vs. Mistrust stage it could generate the paranoid, the schizoid, or the schizotypal personality disorders; if it happened at the Autonomy vs. Shame stage the victim could become histrionic, narcissistic, antisocial, or borderline; and if it happened at the Initiative vs. Guilt stage the personality disorders could be either avoidant, dependent, co-dependent, or obsessive-compulsive.

Two of the personality disorders rather rang a bell for me.  Narcissistic personality disorder is characterised by a grandiose sense of self-importance and fantasies of power, requiring constant attention; response to criticism evokes either indifference or rage; there are disturbances in interpersonal relationships due to exploitation and lack of empathy.  Obsessive-Compulsive personality disorder is defined by the exhibition of at least four of the following: inability to express warm emotion, perfectionism, submission of others, excessive devotion to work, indecisiveness.

Again, not pigeon-holing anyone… but in my travels and my reading I have run across several Doms who would fall into one or the other description.  My understanding of the Dominant personality is one who requires respect and often specific protocol as the interaction dynamic, requires submission and control be yielded to Him/Her, is often seen as cool/distant, is a perfectionist, and often treats the submissive as an object rather than a feeling person.

Of course, I invite debate/discussion on this.  Recently, I saw something in one of the FetLife discussion threads to the effect that men are hard-wired to be dominant and women are hard-wired to be submissive; I vehemently disagree.  Dominant/submissive may indeed be simply personality traits that are genetic (but not gender-linked!) in nature, much like sexuality itself.  I submit that they may also be the go-to dynamic for those who have weathered abuse, neglect, or shame, whether it be a full-blown personality disorder or not.

Interestingly enough, I did not consider the dependent personality disorder to be sufficient explanation for submission, likely because we submissives are usually quite competent and self-sufficient in the day-to-day; we only relinquish control under certain conditions. I do hear story after story of past trauma in reading the FetLife discussion threads, and maybe that history combined with a personality trait can be responsible for generating a submissive tendency.  I’ve often heard it said that we are actually the ones with all of the control… ;)

HNT: Panning Up

Last week I showed you feet... this week we pan further up the Kazi bod to show... OMG! she's wearing a dress... (trust me when I say that that is a rare occurrence!!)  LOL

Click through to see a more *cough* intense half-nekkid view...

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Wanton Wednesday: Wanton Words

Got back from the conference yesterday…  with some thoughts on kink gleaned from the lectures.  But it will have to wait until I’m done playing catch-up.  In the meantime… I’m feeling wanton today, can’t imagine why ;)

My Master has ordered His slave to strip and serve

Trembling, I stand before Him

Pull my hoodie slowly over my head

Followed closely by my camp blouse

Shivering as I pull up my tee shirt from my jeans

My nipples are already responding

My bra joins the pile on the floor

I finger my nipple rings, tug gently at the chain that goes between

Hesitating briefly, biting my lip, before I slowly unbutton my jeans and pull the zip down

The jeans fall, pooling at my ankles... I step out of their confines

Only my panties remain

Slowly I hook my thumbs through the waistband, pull them down, revealing my bareness

I am already wet for my Master

I stand naked before Him

My eyes lowered in deference

I tug again at my nipples, pulling them to attention

I bend over the back of a nearby chair, moaning, my legs spread wide

"Please Master... please fuck me... fuck me hard and deep, I am yours..."

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Having a Naughty Nurse

I've been away at a nurses convention for my specialty... I'm actually still there... but through the magic of Blogger I can schedule posts to spread through my 'time away'.  I had to specially add this one though, because I've been a naughty nurse...

I spent most of the first day at the conference tied in a karada (shibari body harness) underneath my clothes.  Then as if that was not naughty enough, that evening I went with a group of nurses to a featured microbrewery in the city where we're staying... and got this...

It's an amber ale - yes I had a couple of those with dinner - and it also seems to be 'The Logo' for the restaurant... so of course I HAD to get the tee shirt!! :)

Then yesterday I stopped in the sundries shop to pick up some ibuprofen and ran across this... and HAD to get it... LOL

We'll have to see what else I can get into here... we seem to be a fairly rowdy bunch LOL

Sinful Sunday: Bedtime - The Tame Version

It's a typical Dragon bedtime with some light reading on the agenda...

Oh, and we mustn't forget the lube supply on the nightstand...

Maybe next time 'round I'll snap a pic of the UNtame version ;) LOL

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Dommy Dragon

There is something to be said for exploring aspects of BDSM through the written word and sharing perspectives with another kinkster through this medium.  Granted, it’s safe, a step removed from real scening; but it’s also a way to explore and reflect on your feelings a little more fully than you necessarily can “in the moment.”  You can also feel free to experiment with aspects that you wouldn’t necessarily feel comfortable with doing were the session to be in real time… for instance, I don’t identify myself as switch or Dominant, yet I am willing to take them on “in theory” for the very good friend I’m writing with and have even felt good about doing so for his sake.  We’ve been writing these things back and forth nearly daily for the past couple of months and dayum… it’s been hot :)

It has been a busy weekend of adventuring, and you have been sleeping like the dead.  You are caught in an erotic dream, of riding your lover hard... you wake up and realise that you cannot see; a blindfold obscures your vision.  You try to move your hand to tear it away and realise that it is held fast...

You are naked, bound and helpless, exposed.  You hear movement nearby, someone is in the room with you.  Maybe more than one?  Who is seeing you like this?

Something hard thrusts against your lips.  "Open."  Startled, you part your lips and feel a hard rubber dildo push against the roof of your mouth.  "Suck this... warm it up."  The female voice is authoritative, you cannot help but obey.  The dildo moves in and out of your mouth as you suck and lap at it fervently, hoping you are pleasing this unknown Domme.

As you warm up the dildo, you feel slick fingers at your entrance, preparing you.  One finger breeches you, sliding in, joined soon by a second, scissoring and opening you, brushing your prostate.  You cannot help but follow the rhythms of the dildo and the fingers, even as you wonder who is wielding this power over you.

The dildo leaves your mouth and replaces the fingers that have been violating you, thrusting in hard... 

"You are Mine..."

You are powerless to stop what is happening.  Nor would you want to if you could, for this has been a fantasy for so long… and now it is very very real…

The blindfold is suddenly ripped from your eyes… and you see who has such command over you… you react in shock and pleasure as you recognise the face of your own beloved…

My hands tighten on your hips, my eyes blaze into yours as I drive harder, faster

Feeling you writhe beneath me as your cock throbs and leaks between us

"You are Mine," I repeat, my voice pitching low but strong, "Cum hard for me, NOW!"

Oh, how I love to watch

As your cock leaps and erupts its hot passion over your belly and chest

I groan, cumming against the nub of the strap-on

We explode together, our eyes locked, our souls as one...

HNT: Sweet Violets

My first foray into "Half-Nekkid Thursday"... bottoms up!!

Wanton Wednesday: Erotic Excerpt

I believe I have mentioned elsewhere in this blog that I wrote and self-published a book some time ago dealing with a different journey than what I am taking here.  Although I wasn't writing about sex per se, there were sexual themes in the book and some steamy scenes.

In editing the book for publication, I ended up with some outtakes, scenes that really did nothing for the progression of the story.  Here is one such outtake, which I believe fits the theme of a Wanton Wednesday... ;)

Misa fell asleep on the couch waiting for them to come home; Betty had wandered up to take a bath and go to bed.  She woke up to Doug pulling her up into his arms, his hand caressing her face.  Moonlight streamed over them as they stood in the middle of the living room alone; Todd had apparently gone straight upstairs.  She was wearing only a thin nightshirt; Doug had already stripped naked.  “Help me, my love, I need you so much right now,” he whispered in her ear.  She knew he needed to connect, to clear himself of all that had gone on these past hours.  Misa hugged him, felt his penis throbbing against her.  He slipped his hands under her shirt and pulled it up over her head.  She caressed his chest, his ribs, her hands slowly moving down as he kissed her deeply and caressed her breasts.  His penis stood up stiffly, pulsing, pushing urgently against her abdomen.  She caressed his firm buttocks and he thrust against her, moaning.  “Please, please,” he whispered hoarsely.  She fingered the tip of his penis, milked it, rubbed in slow circles.  She wanted to make sure he was thinking of nothing but of what they were doing and how it was making him feel, to escape the pain.

Misa fondled him a little bit longer, then stopped and pulled away.  She lay down on the floor and spread her legs, playing with herself while he watched.  He was trying not to touch himself.  Their eyes were locked on each other and they whispered little things to each other to heighten the excitement.  Finally he knelt between her legs and guided himself in slowly.  He had to take himself out almost right away to keep from coming right then, breathing deeply and clamping down as his penis shuddered. After a minute or two he slid in again and moved slowly in and out, resting his weight on his elbows as she wrapped her legs around him.  They locked eyes again and moved slowly.  I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive came into her mind like a mantra.  Misa moaned and came, clutching him spasmodically, but he kept it slow and steady.  “Take me,” she begged, still whispering.  “I want to feel you come inside me.”  He shook his head, smiling.  It was his turn to make her wait.

“Not yet.”  He waited until her breath started coming more quickly again, then pulled out of her and stood up as she cried out in frustration.  He took her out into the back yard and they joined again on the grass.  She came again and again, but he still wasn't finished.  His penis danced inside her, then he pulled out and stood up again, drawing her to her feet.

They walked back inside and upstairs to their bedroom.  Once there, he pressed her against the door and entered her and they stood that way for several minutes, as he made his penis move inside her.  She became excited and started to come again.  He pulled out, then picked her up as she continued to thrust against him urgently and carried her to the bed.  She moaned as he put her down; he started kissing her from her chin down her front, then rolled over on his back and pulled her on top of him.  She humped him for a couple of minutes and then he slipped inside her.  She moaned and came again immediately, bucking her hips.  “Please.”

He rolled back with her to pin her underneath.  His penis was rock-hard; his thrusts became more urgent.  “Can you feel me now, my love?” he whispered in her ear.  She nodded against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps.  “Hold me tight,” he whispered again.  She knew he desperately needed to affirm that he was alive; she was feeling the same urgency.  She clung to him and suddenly he was thrusting deep and hard and fast until she felt him release with a heartfelt groan.  Waves of orgasm took her, and the climax for both of them seemed to go on and on.  So much emotion over the past two days that had built up now came tumbling out.  He held her and sobbed.

She held him tightly, stroking his hair.  He sobbed himself out and finally fell asleep in her arms.  She pulled the comforter around them both and fell asleep with him.

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Sinful Sunday: In the Pinks

Not one for lace (it itches!)... but with the right lighting, even sportswear can look seductive...

Helloooooooo Nurse!

I should be all up in arms I suppose about how my profession is being characterised by the 'naughty nurse' image.  I used to get bent out of shape about it, but over the years have become sick to death of 'political correctness' and subsequently mellowed out.  The kink is out there and there to stay; as characterisations go there are far worse out there and I try to promote at least the intelligence of the nurse (even the animated ones).

For instance, here is my all-time favourite animated naughty nurse (and from whence the title of this post)...

And yes... yours truly can be naughty as well...

Naughty Nurses Day

National Nurse Week (6-12 May) kicks off today with this day being National Nurse Day, National Student Nurse Day on 8 May, National School Nurse Day on the Wednesday of the week so 11 May this year, and International Nurses Day on 12 May, which also happens to be Florence Nightingale's Birthday.  The theme this year is "Nurses Trusted to Care."

So have you hugged a nurse lately?

If not, you should...

... cuz otherwise we might get all ninja on you!!

We're very good to have around, as we have an intimate knowledge of anatomy.  And we all know that...

To be honest, I never have gotten into the Doctor/Nurse fetish... and sites such as this really don't do anything for me.  But I do believe that we should have a Naughty Nurses Day during National Nurse Week!  Therefore I am officially declaring tomorrow (Saturday) to be Naughty Nurses Day and I'm hoping to see some people paying tribute to their favorite naughty nurse.  No, that need not be me (though I won't object if it is!)!!  I'm hoping that people will "rise to the occasion" and be creative!! :)

Road Signs

Can it be coincidence that I finally have a bike beneath me again for the first time since we moved to this area... and the weather this weekend is absolutely gorgeous??  I've so missed this... so in between scening and writing papers for school (oh and let's not forget work!), I've managed to slip out onto the trails...

... and encountered some signs along the way.  Now to be fair, it's not the first time I've seen these signs... but with bike beneath me and camera phone in my hand, such an opportunity!  I've also snapped some scenery stuff but that's not as likely to amuse as these...

How could I resist?  I'm apparently a commodity... LOL

And this sign I've admired for years... and soooo apropos this weekend!!!!! not for the reason the park rangers figured though!!!

You and me both, Smokey!!! ;)

Hope everyone is enjoying the weekend as much as I am!! :)

Sinful Sunday: Recipe for Fun

Delicious fun scening solo this weekend :)

A device I happen to have on hand tried in a new way...

And a fast favourite for an experience that takes me to new heights... :)

Presented today in the spirit of my friend Molly's "Sinful Sunday" theme... check it out here