Christmas Anthem

December 11, 2016


Christmas has come! let affection and folly,
Run through the land from the North to the South,
Hang up the mistletoe, nail up the holly,
Frolic and fun be the talk of each mouth,
For each one to flirt, and to drink, and to eat;
Aged and Young, come! now, this is the Season,
All have enjoyment — my prick “sees no reason,”
Why Christmas should pass, and he not have a treat.

Ruddy his tip, as the bright Holly merry!
Round are his balls, as the Pudding so gay;
White pearly drops, like the Mistletoe berry,
They shall distil from his touch-hole to-day.

I will sip toddy, forget worldly scheming.
Prick! I feel for you a friendship sincere;
Pledge me in a draught, and your top ruddy beaming,
Shall quaff the Sweet Cunt Juice, for Christmas is here!

Christmas is here! so my prick, what you fancy,
That you shall have for your holiday fare;
From the black curly jock of the stately Miss Nancy,
To young Kitty’s sweet cunt, that can’t boast of a hair.

Come! my tail full bosomed fairy of twenty,
Come! little golden haired maiden of eight,
Look round the room, there are partners in plenty,
But nothing like Prick for a Christmas-time Mate!

Let the snow fall — we care not for the weather,
Pile up the logs on the gay crackling Are;
Then shall Queen Cunt and King Prick meet together,
And our sighs of enjoyment in silence expire.

Come! ’tis but once a year — let there be blindness,
To what our warm feelings incline us to do;
Come, merry maidens, and show my Prick kindness,
And straight he will strive to give pleasure to you!

Touch with your hand, let your sweet taper fingers,
Electric-like thrill him from root unto tip;
Then while the warmth of that contact still lingers,
Caress the sweet darling with tongue and with lip.

Press to your bosom — then glide to your Cunny,
Into your belly he’ll pour his “good cheer;”
“Will you spend in my bum?” “Should like to, My Honey!”
We will do what we like now, For Christmas is Here!


The Pearl
Christmas Annual 1881

Sax player

Do NOT write in biro on your balls! It is nasty and hard to scrub off…

March 8, 2016



The cock, male scepter, centre of pleasure and symbol of sexual potency. Its boundaries for pleasure and pain vary enormously between individuals, and should be explored with loving care. The testicles, resting unobtrusively beneath, can (in the right circumstances) provide a portal to hell…

As always mutual consent is an essential prerequisite to CBT (as is the case with all BDSM activities). Sit together, discuss the scenario to be enacted in detail. So, girls, before you wrap his cock in chilli coated cling film ensure that is what he expects and wants. Don’t be shy. Boys, if you want your scrotum twisted and crushed, tell her so. Agree on a “safe word” and a “safe sign” (it’s no good when your mouth is full of inflatable penis gag, mumbling to your torturer “Ugha mummph” and expecting him or her to understand you. No. Make a sign that can be immediately seen and understood).

The shaft is the least sensitive part of the cock. However, the skin covering it increases in sensitivity when stretched by erection. When flaccid you can slap the shaft with your hand, ruler or ‘cock whip’. You can squeeze or twist it (but it’ll probably harden involuntarily; remember to be gentler with a stiff dick, it’s much more easily damaged), scratch it with long finger nails or rough textures like fine sandpaper or a small scrub brush. You can pinch the surface with clamps, clothespins or fingers, and subject it to temperature play, hot and cold, with burning wax or ice cubes.

The fore skin can be twisted, stretched, clamped – even post circumcision, a remnant remains, especially under the glans, the frenum where it attaches to the glans and is particularly sensitive. The glans, need it be said, is the most sensitive part of the male knob. Foreskin pulled well back, it can be twisted, pinched, rubbed, treated to hot wax, ice, or simply abraded.

The cock when flaccid may be bound (with cords, laces, or thongs). Tight loops round glans and balls holding them together. Once constricted, tease the cock and watch it struggle to stiffen (remember to loosen tight genital bindings every twenty minutes or so to restore full circulation). While tightly bound in this fashion, a male though hardly properly erect may be made to cum, a deliberate retrograde ejaculation where semen is forced back down the urethra.

Remember, when starting out with CBT do so lightly. Increase the tempo, the pressure, gradually. Take care and be safe. Oh, yeah, and little water based lube wouldn’t go amiss either (you don’t want to get blisters on your hands with all that tugging and twisting).

Finally an example of what can go wrong on these scenarios: a couple of years back we met a guy at a local munch. We arranged a meet round his, where we discussed potential BDSM scenes. We thought he was a relative newbie to the scene (which was fine), but he went on to discuss a wide range of CBT activities in detail. He, it seemed, was much more experienced than we’d thought. Dee twice asked if he were “certain” about what he was requesting. He said he was. The following night we meet again to enact his scenarios in earnest.

Bound, gagged, the helpless guy lay victim to Dee’s cruel hands. She gripped tightly, twisted, then gently crushed. He made his “safe sign” almost immediately. Dee stopped, released him. He had tears in his eyes. She cuddled and reassured him.

‘You said it was what you wanted.’ Dee stroked his hair softly. ‘You said you loved it…Craved it all the time.’

It transpired he loved it all the time in his dreams. In his fantasies. He’d lied to us about his “experiences” on the CBT front. It was his first time, and the reality was too much for him. Not at all like the fantasy – which is most always the case, boys and girls. So take care what you ask for. Remember, honesty is the best policy in all things.

So now we know…

May 31, 2015


Good idea…

May 22, 2015


It’s too quiet in this place!

Time for Peedeel to speak out on all those important issues confronting humanity!

So, here we go, recent scientific research has shown all dogs can count up to TWO. Makes sense to me. If they couldn’t, how the hell would they know when they’d finished licking their balls?