VibeReview Fantasy: Waterproof P-spot vibe

I imagine...being in an exquisitely grim prison. Something like Detention Girls. Except punishments would be very public. And on a spanking bench similar to the one starring in many a Lupus movie.

The basement, however, would still get a fair amount of use as the playroom of the sadistic female guards and an evil British warden who looks remarkably like A. I would be lead down there one night -- naked, of course -- and arranged over a table. My hands and waist fastened with straps conveniently attached to the boards and a blanket placed beneath my pelvis to lift my backside up, while my legs are spread far apart and tied to the legs of the table.

The warden would sit leering as one guard beats me with a prison strap while another pulls my head back by my hair allowing a third to attach some very pinchy nipple clamps -- made even more pinchy under the weight of my chest against the table. After watching this show for awhile, the warden would tell my chastiser to stop as he'd walk up and stand behind me. Caress my throbbing cheeks. Stick his right index finger into my cunt.

"And I always thought you were such a good girl," he'd murmur with a tsk upon removing his wet finger. "But clearly you like it nasty." He'd walk up so that he'd be right next to my face. "I'll bet you even like it up the ass."

The mere thought of which would make me whimper and shake my head and mumble a plea to stop. A plea that I am a good girl.

"Spread her cheeks," he'd bellow and a guard would promptly obey, exposing my most intimate orifice to everybody in the room. As the warden walks toward my backend, he'd remove his belt, the tip of which he'd use on my hole without mercy. Abruptly, he'd stop.

"If you're such a good girl," he'd begin, "let's see if you can keep from coming." Turning to the guards he'd bark out, "get me some toys...the Silver Bullet and...that anal vibe."

The two toys would be placed in their appropriate spots with the warden holding the controls. Slowly he'd turn up the power as I'd try and resist the rapturous sensation quickly enveloping my anus and clitoris.

But, of course, it'd be no use. My moans and muffled convulsions would reveal that the warden was right...

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In the new box of toys VibeReview sent for me to play with, they had the good sense to send me more anal toys from my wish list, including the Waterproof P-spot Vibe. I have to admit that I'd forgotten I'd put it on my wish list many moons prior when I was looking for a vibrating anal probe and found the pickings rather slim. That has changed. VibeReview has added a number of vibrating anal toys to its stock, some of which I might have chosen over the Waterproof P-spot Vibe -- that is, prior to playing with it. Now that I've had the chance to put it to work, you would not be able to pry it out of my cold, dead hands.

Sure, I don't have a "p-spot" (aka prostate). But what I love about this vibe is that its shaft is not particularly thick or long. I'm not one of those anal people who likes the feeling of fullness. I'm much more into stimulation of the sphincter. And it doesn't go a whole lot further inside than that.

It also has a hand-held control, which I'm starting to consider almost mandatory for toys that get put inside any orifice. There's no digging inside or contorting around to change the speed. I can lay back and adjust the vibrations with a mere push of my thumb. Lazy? You betcha. Helpful to a weak invalid who barely has enough strength to come in the first place? Absolutely.

I can't really say much about it's waterproof capacity as I keep forgetting to take it into the bath with me (it doesn't help that I often bathe when my caregiver is here). Though, to be honest, I'm not really big on masturbating in the bath. However, I can note that the WPS vibe has the benefits that come from being made out of phthalate-free silicone.

Its price is reasonable, with the only downside being that it require batteries -- two AA to be exact. But buy yourself a charger and some rechargeable batteries and you won't be constantly stealing batteries from your camera or the remote for a good wank.

As my fantasy suggests, I used the WPS vibe along with my Silver Bullet for a fucking amazing orgasm. Upon waking the next day, my first thought was that I had to do that again. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm sick and orgasming can really wipe me out if I'm not careful, I'd be playing with this toy night and day.

The Miracle Massager? It's been sitting forlornly in the bottom drawer since the WPS vibe arrived. Yep, it's that great. Plus the head to my Miracle Massager keeps falling off.

I'm not sure if that means I'm very naughty or the maker of the Miracle Massager is.

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Shameless Plea From A Commercial Whore: Today is the end of the commission quarter and I haven't sold anything since December. If you're thinking about buying the WPS vibe or any other sex toy from VibeReview via this here blog (and you have to go to the VibeReview site directly from a link like this on this blog for me to get any credit/commission), feel free to go ahead and do it today.

Obviously, buying something tomorrow or any other day is always cool. As is donating via PayPal, especially now that Natty has her own account.

Sugasm #161 -- I'm the Editor's Pick!

What a nice surprise upon getting my new power cord in the mail and getting back online!

I heartily recommend the "Betrayal" post below. Oh the many times my cunt has betrayed me during a punishment!

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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 #162? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom

This Week’s Picks:
The Balance of Power
“A wave of lust coursed through her body at his words”

Betrayal
“What’s this? Evidence of pleasure?”

Secret signals
“I will adore him for it”

Sugasm Editor
Not An Overnight

Editor’s Choice
The Ghost of Abuse

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

Broken power cord

Letting you all know with my last 12% of power left in my battery that I'm offline until I get a new one, which probably won't be until next week. Hope to have lots of hot and thoughtful stuff then.

Impish

I'm always sleepy when it's over. Endorphines flood muscles relaxing after tensing through blow after blow. I cuddle with my pillow imagining that it's his chest.

It was just another punishment. And for my customary offense: not going to bed on time. But the circumstances were somewhat ambivalent. I had substantially reduced my melatonin intake Friday night after a weary week under its somnific spell and didn't fall asleep until 6am. When it came time to go to bed on Saturday night upon the conclusion of Saturday Night Live, I didn't really see much point in getting there in a timely fashion. That I got confused about Daylight Savings Time and mistakenly thought I had an extra hour to spare is quite beside the point. I slid beneath the sheets well after 2am but didn't fall asleep until after 3...er, 4am. And since I didn't wake up until after 3pm on Sunday afternoon, it seemed silly to go to bed at 11:30, especially as I didn't even eat dinner until 10:45.

"I thought we agreed you would still, at least, get into bed at 11:30 even if you didn't feel sleepy?"

A. reminded me of this key clause in the bedtime compact that I had regrettably forgotten, making him a helpful, if austere arbiter.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Best fetch the ruler (phew!) and the long-handled brush (damn!), please."

It would be an odd sight to anyone peering through the gaps of my green velvet blackout curtains. While a muted-Margaret Warner conversing with Gwen Ifill looks on, a grown woman talking into a phone headset pulls down her purple pajama bottoms, lays over her bed and begins hitting her pale and considerable cheeks -- first awkwardly with a 24-inch ruler. After a minute or two, she stops briefly, resuming again a minute later -- counting this time to sixteen. Whimpering here and there after the ruler lands particularly hard or in a sensitive spot.

I really needed the spanking. The throb of nothingness on my backside has been building for weeks and has been particularly grueling during the last few days. When I woke up this afternoon, I felt impish. I sent a slightly devilish reply to a post on the soc.sexuality.spanking newsgroup and spent the afternoon doing anything I could think of to avoid doing the physical therapy and meditation that are part of my required daily routine. I was in, as I am apt to say, my Natty mood.

"Tell me when you get to 9," A. directed as I started whacking my bottom with the long-handled (clothes)brush -- nine being the number from one to ten on the pain scale.

After a couple of minutes of whacking and whimpering, my endorphines kicking in and my arm (which was finally in the middle of the procrastinated-physical therapy exercises when A. called) beginning to tremble from overuse, I conceded that it was next to impossible to reach nine over the phone.

But that didn't finish my ordeal. I was still required to wallop my hind sixteen, then twelve times, and finish with eight more for forgetting to address A. as Sir during the first half of my punishment, as is entirely appropriate for such a sober occasion. Had he seen the roll of my eyes when I got the order to add those eight strokes, well, I daresay there would have been far more.

Like I said...impish.

"Big cuddle for my girl" was A.'s hearty but tender verbal comfort when it was over. It always ends with that. With me hugging my pillow and my eyelids growing heavy and my bottom smarting. With vows to do better and that strange buzz of penitence and contentment.

Except tonight I only feel a little penitent. And instead of contentment, I'm...hungry.

I find myself even pondering that which should never be pondered, namely, should I go for the hat-trick and miss my bedtime a third Saturday in a row?

(Cross-posted at the Punishment Book)

How BDSM is and is not sexist

Back in October I tried to write a bit about sexism within BDSM, but my brain was way too mushy to articulate the problem coherently. However while catching up on some long overdue blog reading yesterday, I found this thoughtful, intelligent post over at Subversive Submissive that spelled it out in more detail.

From my perspective, BDSM is a product of human sexuality and its wide variety of expressions and is not inherently sexist nor inherently feminist. Because we live in a sexist and heterosexist society, we mainly see maledom-femsub parings, while any other combinations, including those involving trans and queer folks, are marginalized; and female dominants are largely still expected to be fetish objects for submissive men. (Or they aren’t really thought to exist.) Also because of the sexist culture in which we are socialized, there are a lot of men (in general) who are accustomed to getting what they want from women, and there are a lot of women (in general) who have a hard time saying “no” and sticking to it

I particularly liked the point about how BDSM pairings that do not fall within the traditional maledom-femsub paradigm are marginalized as I think this is why any discussion of, say, domestic discipline is always, always gendered even if many of us who engage in the practice do not look at it in terms of gender. She also talks about how BDSM practice can be used to mask sexist beliefs, as in male dominants who believe that all women are naturally submissive regardless of whether a woman may identify as dominant (I think we've all run into that guy). It's a really great post and I highly recommend reading it in its entirety (it's not particularly long).

Fanny-whaling on SNL

They always seem to be in the last skit.

There was a spanking reference in the last skit of tonight's Saturday Night Live, with Dwayne Johnson (aka The Rock) playing a Casanova of sorts using a lighthouse to woo Kristin Wiig. Except that every time he turned around he was turning off the big light, causing various watercraft to crash against the rocks below. Ms. Wiig's character kept insisting they should go and help the people injured upon the rocks. However Johnson's character would dismiss the noise as something else, like whales, so that they would not be distracted from the fucking they were clearly anticipating. And, of course, there were double entendres aplenty to try and add some comedy to what was otherwise a truly surreal and not particularly funny sketch. The last of which came from Kristen Wiig who stated something to the effect of the only whale she wanted was "the whaling you'll do on my fanny."

Not nearly as funny or as substantive as the Catherine Zeta Jone sketch a few years ago where she and Will Forte sing their vows of undying marital spanking bliss to each other, but another example, I think, of how spanking is one of the totally hip fetishes these days.

Sugasm #160

There was a lot of great writing this week on Sugasm. It was hard to vote for the top three -- indeed I settled on three totally different posts, even though these three were also very good. If you get a chance, head over to Sugasm and check out more.

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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

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)

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

SpankingTube: Family-friendly porn?

Thanks to a spanko friend at soc.sexuality.spanking, I've discovered a new web addiction: Spanking Tube. Yup, that's right -- YouTube (which I love) and spanking (which, um, I'm clearly a fan of) -- merge together like peanut butter and chocolate into one yummy site. For many of you, this site is not new, and I'm wildly behind the times. But I'm sure there are at least a few of you reading for whom this will be an exciting discovery as well.

After watching several videos, I decided to sign-up so that I could subscribe to various users' latest videos. And this, dear friends, is what popped up after I registered (click on the picture and note the bit circled in yellow with the big yellow arrow):


Because I'm sure you've always wanted to share a recently uploaded video of your adult diaper play with Aunt Betty or that night at the dungeon with Grandma...