Strong women…

April 10, 2016



Keeping Control of Your Man

February 27, 2016


Control of your man.

To ensure complete submission the following should (as far as possible) be adhered to:

1. YOU must control his orgasms.
• You must get him to wear a chastity device, day and night.
• You should place him in this chastity device yourself, and only you should hold the key.
• Release him at your discretion – and only for teasing or milking his semen.

In this way at the very least you will stop him wanking whenever the mood takes him. For a man in a relationship with a woman, his wanking is an act of disrespect towards the woman. It also wastes his seed and dulls his stamina. It has to STOP!

2. Ownership of his cock requires the following:
• He should never have any kind of orgasm without your consent.
• If you feel he must have an orgasm…Ruin it! Totally spoil it for him, after at least two hours of edging his stiff cock (you can use your hands or feet for the “edging” while he “eats” you out).
• Remember, you can ruin several orgasms for him a day.
• Full orgasms should be reserved for very, very special occasions and must be considered a rare treat indeed (Birthdays, for example).
• If he’s been particularly good, or has reached a stage of total desperation, you may allow him to throw a dice determining how many orgasms he must give YOU before you let him cum.

3. Get inside his head.
• Understand his fantasies, and learn what “turns him on”.
• Tease him with your words whenever possible.
• Find out what he feels most humiliating.
• Use his humiliation whenever you feel in the mood.

4. Keep him sexually aroused.
• Talk dirty to him: be as crude as you possibly can.
• Tell him you’re going to make him do something humiliating to him.
• Fondle him frequently, or let him fondle you. Tease and play the whore with him.
• At home insist he’s nude at all times.
• Send him text messages at work with orders to do something sexual.
• Make him give you orgasms frequently. Cunnilingus morning and evening is a good starter. Or he may fuck you with a hollow dildo fastened over his cock – ensuring he feels no sensation at all, hence no stimulation during his performance.
• Ensure he comes to LOVE face sitting for you.

5. Humiliate him
• Make him wear a butt-plug every day for a minimum of two hours.
• Make him wear the plug to work for the day.
• Make him wear female underwear, panties, stockings, to his workplace, or on nights out
• Keep him naked while you’re clothed at home.
• Make him masturbate in front of you (he mustn’t cum).
• Always make him eat his own cum if and when he’s allowed an orgasm.
• Make him request your permission to go to the toilet.
• Order him to perform analingus on you for a set period of time.

6. Punish him often.
• Do a sensual striptease in front of him and laugh at his crushed cock in the chastity device as it tries to stiffen.
• Spank, paddle, or whip him.
• Force him to be your “toilet slave”
• Massage Deep Heat on his cock, balls, or around his anus.
• Make him do anything he hates.
• Call him your “bitch” or “Little whore”.
• Force him to go out “cross-dressed”.

7. Always find ways to tease him regardless of time or location.
• Fondle him through his pants in public (or in private).
• Whisper sexy or humiliating things in his ear.
• Make him shop for lingerie for you.
• Allow him a peek of your breasts inside your blouse, or an accidental “upskirt” view when you sit down (you’ll see the immediate affect this has on him, and will find yourself getting quite drunk on the power trip teasing him gives to you).

He will soon find that his relinquishing total control to you will result in your leading him far beyond wherever he thought his limits might have been. The combination of pain and control will be exquisite for him.

And for you? You’ll be able to luxuriate in your power over him…that incredible sense of total control, leaving you feeling higher than a kite. The power rush you get from this is sublime, totally sublime.

I just love curvy women

December 21, 2015


Especially when they sit on your face with no regard for your safety or well being. As if you never really needed to breathe air, but existed solely on the taste of wet pussy instead!

Oh, Lord, please let me suffocate in all those raging, rampant hormones once again!

Sunday Morning Welcome…

October 25, 2015











It’s time for…

October 11, 2015


Except for THIS!!!!

Except for THIS!!!!

Who’s next…?

September 7, 2015


So true…

August 30, 2015



August 28, 2015



It’s surprising for a County with a very small population, that Cornwall Kink has 864 members. Mind you, a rural area can be ideal for kinky goings on. Mickey Walsh took photos of his wife Devina recently, in one of his ploughed fields and posted them online at FetLife.

She’s naked in some of the pics, partially clothed in others. One shows her after a roll in cow shite (not my thing at all). Another shows her with a cock in her arse. That day Mickey had arranged for five blokes to meet at his field. He let ‘em all loose on his little woman and she loved (allegedly) every gangbang minute of it. A couple of them fisted her, apparently. They all fucked her multiple times. And in the pouring rain, too! And farmer Mickey stood with a hard-on photographing it all for posterity.

Well, did you ever…?

Ron’s sister, Debbie Field, the school teacher, recently said to me: ‘Silence is golden, duct tape silver….’

That was at a local munch. She was drinking Asti and orange juice. ‘My men scream,’ she told me shrilly. ‘But silently behind the silver tape. I really love CBT…Cock & ball torture. I love the power of holding a guy’s tackle in the palm of my hand. Then making a tight fist of that hand and watching his face. It is ecstasy…’

She is, boys and girls, a well built and very strong woman. Amazonian, I think, is the term.

Another woman at that same munch said to me, ‘Every man is just a work in progress. From their early teens they’re just walking hard-ons. Except they all have this built in off-switch. Once they cum it kicks in, and they lose interest in you – their attention wanders elsewhere, football and what-have-you. So you’ve got to be an artist, a sculptor. Men are the raw lumps of marble waiting for your chisel – you have to create a masterwork. And you do that by learning to prolong and preserve their raging erections…and you do that by teasing and torturing them. Continuously edging them. Keep ‘em on the edge of orgasm; on the edge of desperation.’

Her name was April and she lived over on the coast. She was drinking vodka and lemonade. She was looking, she said, for a new “slaveboy” to join her existing “body slave”, Thomas. She would prefer a totally hetro male, because forcing him into fellatio with Thomas would be more “fun”, she thought.

She became a little tipsy during the course of the evening and talked a lot about cock rings and tying testicles. ‘I keep Simon rock hard,’ she said. ‘I love queening him on the sitting room carpet. Having a man lick and nurse your womanhood is MAGICAL! Truly it is. And once a month, without fail, I let Simon cum. Drain him completely.’

A guy named Desmond mentioned his shopping trips to a well known local store. He said, ‘They have some good stainless steel items. I love the feel of cold steel during a bondage session…’

Personally, I’m not so sure about this.

Chris Grant, a middleaged Dom, rambled on about politics. Talking about the labour party, he asked, ‘Where’s the effin’ fire, eh? Where’s the belief…In anything? The whole bloody lot are just career politicians now…’

I couldn’t disagree.

I went off to get a couple more hot veggie rolls and a pint. The evening was sort of strange, but the people wonderful. I don’t really do them justice here.

Erica, a plump pansexual, described herself as ‘a little bit of a sadist,’ (Ummm, not too sure about that ‘little bit’). She’s heavily into humiliating males of all ages. She said she was married (to John), but had three lovers and was about to engage with a fourth. ‘I’m selfish,’ she said. ‘Bratty and narcissistic. I enjoy exploring kink…’

She’s also a horsey woman, and goes horse riding whenever the opportunity arises (she owns a horse which is stabled not far from my home). Her other interests (so she said) were manga and comic books, churchyards (?) and Goth fashion. Erica had a beautiful tattoo of a dragon climbing her left arm. She told me its twin was on her lower back, scrambling out of her arse.

Ummm, now that would be a sight for sore eyes…

Yesterday afternoon in the supermarket carpark I heard a man and woman having a bit of a barny. The man had a very thick Cornish accent. ‘Well,’ he almost yelled. ‘You sit on your arse in the car then, I’m off to do shoppin’.’ The woman made some reply, her voice softer, inaudible to me. ‘Keep it shut,’ the man ordered. ‘Or you’ll get the belt again when I get you home…’

Were they part of the scene? I wondered. Or was this yet another example of local domestic abuse?

It’s often so difficult to tell, isn’t it?