Mis-Matched Whores, Episode Deux

mid-morning of November 7th, 2006

Radical Vixen and I created this sitcom after a long LA weekend with the Latex Geez. You can read up on the LG here. Although the LG didn’t make it onto our sitcom, we thank him for inspiring it. Below is my original post about the second episode of our Emmy-worthy idea!

In this mind-blowingly popular episode, we find out that Sera is not only a dominatrix, but also a graduate student. As she moves toward dissertation hours, she arranges a meeting with The Professor—at her and Radical Vixen’s home.

Sera reminds Radical, repeatedly, of The Professor’s arrival date and time. Radical promises to be done her work for the day before The Professor’s arrival, but alas …

Radical is a hippie who cannot be held to the constraints of space and time. As Sera places a plate of olives and feta cheese on the coffee table, the unmistakable sounds of Radical’s session permeate the living room. Sera knocks on the hippie-dungeon door, but then the main doorbell rings …

Sera takes a deep breath and lets The Professor in. Sera talks very loudly, but as the women sit on the couch and spread out papers, Radical’s voice covers a moment of quiet: “Take it, doggie boy, take it!”

Sera blanches, and she tries to explain that her roommate is engaged in a unique form of therapy, in which she enacts her most frightening dreams. The Professor smirks.

And hilarity ensues.

You Know You Need It

Yesterday, a thirty-something man set up a call with me. He’d done one call with our service in the past, and he explained that he felt he and the PSO didn’t “connect,” so he’d called our Director, and she’d suggested he phone me. As I did the billing, I had no idea what his kink would be—I no longer ask, as I’ve found that there really is nothing, at this point, that I won’t talk about—but I had an inkling, so before I called him back, I grabbed my mini-tawse. Against a leather pillow, the mini-tawse make a perfect sound.

Once on the call, this young man’s voice shook. I gently asked him about his interests, and he quaked, “I’m really embarrassed by this, but I’m into spanking.” I smiled, and cried out, “Me too!”

We talked about his fantasies—he tends toward adult situations in which a husband/boyfriend “disciplines” his wife/girlfriend for typical relationship-spats, such as overspending. He confided that he considers himself a switch, and after we played a scene in which I was the “naughty wife,” he told me, “I don’t know what to say now.” I took charge, and I suggested we mutually masturbate while I told him a spanking story. Suffice to say he had a fabulous time. He ended our call by telling me he’d like to switch roles next time, and I told him that would be a good idea, as having me control a scene would show him how to control a scene. This young man has never played in real life.

Lately, I’ve had loads of boring calls, along with my most-disgusting call, and I’ve been “annoyed” with my job. This call reinvigorated me, as it allowed me to do what I love to do—show someone he’s not “weird,” because look at me: I’m professional, educated, and articulate, and this spanking stuff gets me off, too.

The people I speak with who are into spanking seem to carry an inordinate amount of shame. I should know; for nearly twenty years, I did, too. I’m trying to figure out from where this intense shame derives. It’s possible, I think, that it’s much easier to get a hold of BDSM materials—videos, magazines, and books—from Adult vendors. Thinking through the Adult book/video/general porn stores I’ve been in, I’ve always seen at least a smattering of BDSM videos and books, but rarely have I seen a real spanking video. Before I entered the world of sex work and began to shed my shame, I remember traipsing through adult stores and picking up any video that showed an image of spanking on its back cover. I’d wait for my roommate to go out of town, get a bottle of wine, and watch with anticipation. These few videos, though, never turned me on. I didn’t want to see a leather-clad mistress whipping her submissive with rose stems; I didn’t want to see a five-second slippering in the midst of lesbian sex. I wanted to see a full disciplinary scene—replete with humiliating verbiage (in which an adult is treated like a child), traditional spanking positions and implements, and promises to be “good.” I didn’t see anything like this until after I made my first spanking video with Kelly Payne.

Many spanking fetishists imagine not simply adults-as-adults in spanking scenarios, but adults-as-children. Perhaps, then, some of the shame, our shame, comes from fear of appearing pedophiliac. I’m sure that there are pedophiles out there who are into spanking, but most people into spanking are not pedophiles. They don’t imagine real children—I know that I never did/have—they imagine, instead, themselves or their partner acting the part of a child. I love age play, and many callers will tell me they want to be “18″ in the spanking fantasy I create. I usually gently tell them that they can be any age they’d like within our fantasy—and by and large, they become 12 years old. Some spanking fetishists were brutally spanked as children themselves, and they alleviate adult emotional suffering by re-playing childhood scenes in a consensual environment.

Some spanking fetishists were never spanked, but they felt ignored by adult figures, and thus the adult-play-time spanking scenario allows them to feel the attention they’ve long craved. (This is not to say that spanking fetishists neatly fit into these two categories; rather, these categories are common.) Some spanking fetishists are mostly interested in erotic-prelude-to-sex spanking, but many of us imagine “serious discipline.” We imagine tears, begging, corner time, embarrassment, stern lectures, and forceful hands and implements. Perhaps this intense shame comes from this interest in childhood rituals. After all, it’s not weird to like a few slaps to the ass before sex; what’s “weird” is finding sex in the ritual. For many of my clients, the ritual of discipline IS like sex, in that they find orgasmic fulfillment in the spanking act itself. This is, of course, what makes it a fetish—a serious fetish—for some: they can only achieve orgasm during disciplinary spanking play. Although I don’t count myself within this category, I have always relied on spanking-related fantasies during sex to achieve my strongest orgasms.

As most of you dear readers know from previous posts, meeting Kelly Payne and doing videos for her marked a major change in my perception of my fetishistic interests. Kelly is one of the most intense spanking fetishists I’ve ever known—as in, I thought my spanking interests were huge, until I met her. She loves what she does: she supplies jerk-off material to spankos. And, she’s often said, while sipping coffee and dragging on a Newport Light, “What do most people have? They work, they struggle to pay bills, they come home at night and they’re exhausted. They still have getting off, though, and I want to help them get off as hard as they can.”

Amen.

Let’s get good rest this week so we can live it up all afternoon and night on Saturday! We are so thrilled to present a full day of fun and entertainment! Please read below for reminders and NEW information on Bizarre Bazaar and the Strange Love Play Party.

Bizarre Bazaar

When? Saturday, March 27th, 1230pm-530pm

Where? Sidewinders, 8900 Central SE Cost? $%5/person. All proceeds support the New Mexico Mentorship Program.

What? Sooo much!

Vendors: Gearwerks, MrZia, Self Serve, Darla the Fetish, Moonlight Creations, Nancy Ava Miller, and photographer Roger Baker

Stations: Bootblacking with Mr & Ms RGL 2010, Drummer, Raven, and LittleBadDaddy; Tarot Reading with Koda and Firestarblaze, plus Tarot or Palmistry with Dona; Massage with Cory and slave Teddy

Demos: Whipping with Gary; Hogtie with Dona; and Electro Play with Gary

Performance & Demo Schedule The doors to Bizarre Bazaar open at 1230.

1pm-145pm: Whipping Demo with Gary; Jayson daBoi performs Elton John; Hogtie Demo with Dona

2pm: Drag Queens & Drag Kings Part 1! Enjoy performances from a myriad of wonderful performers, including Flynt, Rocco Steele, Papi Chulo, Maxwell Endowed, Raven Foxx, Mikaela, Loriah, Nadia, and more! Ms Bunnie Boom Boom will MC!

245pm: Electro Demo with Gary

3pm: Drag Queens & Drag Kings Part 2!

345pm: Break/Intermission

4pm: Fashion Show! Come out and see New Mexico kinksters strut their stuff! Leather Daddies, slaves, Fetishists, Medical Kinksters, Dommes, schoolgirls, and more will be taking the stage!

Raffles will be drawn intermittently throughout the day, and do we have some fabulous raffle prizes! Moonlight Creations has donated a pair of the incredibly supple and versatile black leather quick cuffs; Travis has donated a gorgeous red leather handcrafted collar; Crimson88 has donated two stunning pieces of handcrafted jewelry; and Roger Baker has donated an in-studio photo shoot. (More details on Roger Baker’s photo shoot: Unlimited images to choose from. Costume changes welcome. Up to and hour and a half studio time. Includes choice of ten high resolution images digitally processed and enhanced on a CD with unlimited duplication rights and one 8×10 custom print. Retail cost: $80) And that’s just a sampling of raffle prizes! Get lucky with $20 and wrap Miss B’s ass for 40 possibly winning tickets!

Think you might get hungry during the Bazaar? Food will be catered by Dos Hermanos. $5 buys you a plate of chicken or vegetarian enchiladas, beans, rice, and tortilla. Food will be served from 1-3pm only.

Strange Love Play Party

After the Bizarre, head to Nancy’s Edgewood home for a Strange play/potluck/pool party. Pick up some fabulous new toys at the Bazaar and try ‘em out at the Strange Love Party! Need directions? Email Sera Miles.

Cost? $5/person All proceeds benefit the New Mexico Mentorship Program.

IMPORTANT! Please purchase your tickets in advance at the PEP Office this week, M-F 9-5, or purchase your tickets at the door to Bizarre Bazaar. If you are under 21 and want to attend the play party, or if you live outside of Albuquerque and want to attend the play party, please email Jim immediately. Cost to attend party without doing one of the above: $10. Questions? Concerns? Comment below …

Ready to Play!

See you there!

I have a confession. Last week, I forgot to call Mistress Twilight on her birthday. Now, I have some good reasons. I had a terrible cold, and I was solo-parenting for the week–along with staying at least above water on my workload.

I didn’t realize I’d forgotten for three days. That’s kinda bad, huh?

Now what do I do? Tomorrow is a week since my transgression. Mistress Twilight and I have been chatting about going to Ojo Caliente (a spa on a natural hot spring) sometime in the next few months. Should I plan to head home duly punished? Should I proffer myself for such discipline?

Or should I plead and beg?

Both positions (ahem) are attractive in their own right. As a switch, speaking from my dominant side, I know that having a submissive confess and openly take punishment leaves me in the midst of flying-top-syndrome.  My submissive side knows it is right to confess and bend over.

But I have this brat self that likes to take control. She says that it’s silly to not at least try to avoid the impending doom of punishment. Even if I’ll likely lose and pay more, this brat self says, it will make for a much more exciting scene.

Oh my. How do I shut that girl inside me up?

I haven’t been posting as much as I’d like–but I update my twitter almost every day!

Seriously, it’s hard to manage everything in my little life right now. My baby is like a wild monkey discovering the world, adorable as can be, and man can she wear a mother out! Three days a week I work, balancing the editing freelance work I’ve done for six years now with working for PEP, writing poems, revising stories, and managing my New Mexico FetLifers group. I feel very fortunate to have so many exciting portions of my life revving up, and I feel exhausted each night. I even have an Elizabeth George novel on my nightstand I haven’t touched in days–and as I’ve read my way through her collection, I usually find myself devouring her books.

Still, I like to be busy. It’s always been my nature. Too much free time on my hands andI don’t know how to use it. Then, of course, I bitch and moan that I have no free time … When I first moved to New Mexico from Baltimore, I had about 6 weeks to myself, sans working at all, to “discover” my new environment. I thought I’d take long walks–haha, the 95+ degree heat–even though it’s a dry heat–made for a bigger adjustment than I’d imagined. I felt too out of place to just roam around, and as I have no sense of direction and can barely read a map, I was scared to drive around alone.  I had a television and cable–but I hadn’t had a tv in over eight years, and it rarely occurred to me to turn it on. I was desperately bored and lonely. Then, school started, and within a few months I’d piled myself with homework, teaching, working another job, making friends and planning parties … and the rest is, well, history.

I’ve been wanting to write more spanking porn, and am toying with trying to write a longer piece, maybe even a novel. I don’t know that I’ll have the time to do that in the next few years, but perhaps, I tell myself, when my baby goes to school … I feel like I could put together a story that lasted beyond a handful of pages, drawing upon my experiences and fantasies. The latter part has, after all, been with me and grown for a lifetime.

Speaking of spanking, my favorite subject, in just a week I’ll be packing for DomConLa. Mistress Kara Chains and I are traveling together.  As is her way–perhaps the way of all those pesky Dommy types–she’s been teasing me. Today, she declared she plans to tie me up and spank me, but then she said, “Maybe I’ll just tie you up and leave you alone.” I whined about how horrible that would be, that being bound and then not touched for a period of time is the worst! I’ll just have to up my bratting ante between now and then. We do have a two hour plane ride to Los Angeles–wonder how much trouble I can get myself in while in cramped seats, anticipating a nice  glass of wine and the company of kinksters? I imagine a great deal.

Are we there yet?

Are we ever gonna get there?

God, I’m so tired of being on this plane …

Or maybe I’ll be the perfect little lady, wear a nice skirt suit and sit with my legs primly together.

That trip, I promise, I’ll blog about–probably replete with pictures.

In the meantime, my FetLife group keeps me uber busy. We’re doing a Branding Demo in May with a local artist—I’m tagging it Not Your Mother’s Kink Event. Oh yeah–we’re not talking about a little brand on the ankle. Our demo is of a dragonfly on a sexy submissive’s back. Then in June, we’re having a party at a member’s house–with a pool and lots of space to play!

I do want to write something sexy soon. I’ll just have to dig down deep in my arsenal of personal fantasies and pull out a big gun. Maybe one involving an old-fashioned boarding school … a late night hairbrushing … the fear of being next …

This just in: Kara Chains and I may be doing a shoot with Pacific Force while we are in Los Angeles for DomCon!

I’ve shot for Pacific Force in the past, and I’m happy to say that they are a wonderful, dedicated professional company and a pleasure to spank and end up sore for. They specialize in realistic, often-domestic, disciplinary scenes. You can see me in quite a few vids, including: Spanking Triple Play, Vol. 13 (see me act out a fantasy I’m sure many of us have had: once a nerdy high schooler, I now run a hotel–and extract payment via a red bottom from a former mean girl), Heavy Handed, and Long Overdue Spankings. Spankos might also want to check out the Spanking Symposium I participated in. Jacqueline and Vinnie of Pacific Force gathered with four diverse and unique spank-a-holics, and we discussed the ins and outs of our fetish: how real tears occur; guilt and shame–and acceptance; and role play fun, among other issues.

DomConLA is just a few weeks away … I’ll post soon about firming up plans for firm discipline while in sunny Los Angeles …

In case you missed me on Best Sex Bloggers a few weeks ago, I decided to repost a little story I wrote. Hope it does its job for you .

Weak Inside

I want to wake up so sore that I reach under my pajama bottoms to rub my swollen flesh and then, with the morning’s sun beating against my closed eyes, remember:

You came home last night, excitement turning your green eyes into gems as your gaze held my body in place. You laid a plain brown package on the dining room table.

            “It’s time,” you commanded.

            I slipped out of my sundress, unhooked my bra and slid it from my shoulders, and then, fear fluttering in my stomach, I pulled down my cotton panties.

            “You have gone far too long,” you said, “without a good spanking. Come here.”

            You didn’t have to instruct me. I pulled out a straight back chair from the table for you, and then I draped myself over your waiting lap. My bottom quivered. It had been a long time, so long that each smack stung more than I could remember a hand spanking stinging. I tried to not kick my legs, not earn myself swats on the thighs, not let you smell how wet I already was—though of course you knew. You always know.

            You led me into the corner, that hated spot, where I stood with my arms at my side, pink bottom on display. I heard the bag crinkle, the tap of wood against your palm. When you told me to turn around, I tried in vain to keep my eyes on the floor, for you held a thick wooden paddle, so wide it could cover my ample bottom in one swat. You had warned me, in fairness, you had: Keep it up, Sera, and I will give you a spanking with a paddle that makes you weak inside.

            My thighs almost gave out on me as I approached you. One flick of your wrist and I bent over, put my hands on my thighs, and ensured my legs were sufficiently spread. My thighs ached with the position’s tension; my thighs were moist with the titillation of embarrassment.

            You lifted the implement of correction. I needed it. I admit it without shame: I deserved every stroke, every thwap! of wood against my tender flesh. I needed to be brought down several proverbial pegs, reminded that my bottom does, indeed, belong to you and always will. Deep inside I begged, Please, please fuck me when this is over. My voice only cried.

            My bottom was hot to the touch when you put the paddle down on our glass table. It clinked, and I flinched, and I felt you separate my cheeks. I quaked, feeling your gaze on my littlest hole.

            “You’re still pale here,” you said, running your fingers down the inside of my bottom cheeks. “Get over my knee.”

            I tried to swallow, but the humiliation I knew was coming kept my mouth wet, my lips trembling. I obeyed, I always obey, and I kept my legs open. You pulled my red cheeks apart again, and you tickled my asshole with your forefinger.

            “Do you need me to put my finger up here, naughty girl?”

            “No, please, Sir, no, I’ll be good, I’ll be good …”

            You pressed your finger against my bottom’s opening again. I cringed, then forced my bottom to relax. You reached into that paper bag and pulled out a small hairbrush. I knew then that you had planned this from the start, planned to spank the insides of my cheeks until every inch of my flesh glowed with the same red hue.

            “You know what to do.”

            I rose, placed myself in front of you between your open legs, and bent over. I reached back and pulled my cheeks open. You tapped the hairbrush against my asshole. Please.

            I meant to only think the word—please—but it came out of my mouth. You smacked the inside of my cheek with such force, reminding me to take my punishment without argument, take what I had earned. You tanned the inside of my bottom cheeks even more than you had punished the rest of my behind, and only when I thought I couldn’t stand any longer did that bag crinkle again. Something squished, sloshed, and I felt you lubricating my asshole.

            “You do need it, Sera, you need every last bit.”

            Your finger slid in easily, too easily, for I wanted it, I wanted you to humiliate me standing there, in front of a naked window, my body sweating and open, my bottom thoroughly paddled, with your finger pumping my asshole. You forced another finger in, deeper and deeper, until I cried out, humiliation and pain leading me right to climax.

            Please. Again I said it. You slid out. Please. Oh God. Please.

            You turned me around and kissed me, your mouth wet and sweet. I was panting, desperate, ready to rock myself against the bone of your knee. Please.

            “Go get the strap.”

Outside, a car rumbles down the road, a dog barks. I must leave this reverie, get up and shower, work, come back to this fantasy later. But this I know:

I want you to strap me until I lose my breath, and then sink your fingers into my pussy. I want you over me, breathless yourself with the desire that these acts—punishment, discipline, humiliation—create in us.

            Come with me. The leather of the strap is so supple, and my flesh, god, my flesh, it trembles as I wake.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #161? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
He beats me
“I bite my lip in anticipation as I follow his direction.”

Jerking Off: You’re doing it wrong!
“However, I’m in it now. And I need it.”

Love Languages
“How do I best show my love?”

Sugasm Editor
Faking A Four Way

Editor’s Choice
Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part 1)

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

BDSM & Fetish
BDSM Casino party RULED
Fine Art 104
Fucking little bitch
High School Bully Part 2
Nasty little green shit
Turning Up The Heat
Western fantasy – part 9 (learning to eat pussy)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Baker’s Dozen
The Birthday Present
Camera Shy, Part 2
Catalina loves Hot Surprise Sex
Different
An Evening with Britney Brighton
Fight
Good girl
A Hot Race On Slicks
The Rossebuurt Gap Year: Until Dawn
Seven Minutes
Sick Day, Part 1
Sofa lust

Sex News, Review, and Interviews
20 Questions With Madison Young
Feature: Courtney Trouble of NoFauxxx
Racism(?) in Interracial Porn
The real sex trade now all moving for online business in these hard times?
The Sunday Interview with Shaye Saldana from LELO
Top Five Tuesday – Adam & Eve Edition
VibeReview Fantasy: Lily vs. Silver Bullet
Why men don’t want sex anymore

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Are you pulling my leg?
A Day with G
Devilishly Demure (part lV) -HNT
Half Nekkid Thursday
Red Velvet
Threesome Sex

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
How I Am Like You
In Vino Veritas: Of bananas and Hotties
Sex in Public – Does The Thought Thrill You?
When does Fucking become Making Love?

Saturday night, a little location in the desert was brimming with over 100 kinksters … The New Mexico FetLifers convened for the first time, face to face. Everyone brought tons of delicious food–enough food really for 200 people! There were cakes, enchiladas, veggies, fruit, cheeses, Spanish rice, brownies, and tons of tasty delights I’m forgetting. We had to get out an extra table, that’s how much food people brought. It was a generous crowd.

The attendees also donated over $100 that I can put toward advertising. Whoo! I think that a fair number of people simply haven’t heard of FetLife, and a few ads might draw in those who would most benefit from the online and in person community. Like I said, Saturday night saw a generous crowd.

I wish I’d had two more hours that night, to talk to everyone who came through the doors. The room was full of beautiful people. A group is only what the group makes of it, and this group is making itself fabulous.

What vitality. What a pleasure to be part of it. What a future we have …