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Not Your Average Saturday Night

The air was cool and damp.

Candles lit the table that was bound by friends, old and new.

Words spoken that I wanted to remember and some just filter back to me whenever.

There was a question I wanted to ask her. “What is it about rope that puts the gleam in your eye?”

She gets that gleam, you know.

“Rope frees me from other distractions and allows me to be in the moment.”

A light bulb went off in my head. “Please remind me what you said. I don’t want to forget it.”

“I want to play with you Nikita.”

I was hoping she’d say that.

“Bring your ropes.”

I pulled several bundles out of my rope bag.

“This or this or this or this?” I asked.

She gave me a blank stare and I handed her my favorite jute.

At once she was in charge. “Hand me my bag please.”

Out came a panoply of toys, cat on nines, beautiful butter soft suede braided turquoise flogger, a feather boa flogger, and a bunch of other things. I should have paid attention to the other things.

“Pick one thing you want me to use.”

I picked the turquoise flogger.

“Go put that and your ropes over there, near the cross.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said under my breath.

The cross was beautiful, sturdy, seductive and halfway into the kitchen.

I rarely take my clothes off in public. This many people was ‘in public’ to me.

“Take off your top.” She said in my ear.

I threw it on the floor and faced the cross.

She bound my arms. There was no wiggle room. ~smile~

“Your bra has to come off.”

The cross was cold but soon it would be warm.

She grabbed my hair and trailed something pointy on my skin.

Felt hot breath on my neck. I leaned back into it.

I found myself staring at a counter full of empty glasses. It was distracting. She blindfolded me.

“Those pants have to come down.”

Gulp. The slacks went down to my ankles and the panties just below the curve. She began with spanking, on my butt, just enough to redden it. She’s been there before.

Next came the floggers; I don’t remember which because she kept changing them, but the impact increased and then came toys that were stingier. Each level made me climb that cross higher and higher. My butt stuck out more, looking for more, getting more.

“Spread those legs. I’m going to get culinary. Do you like olives?”

“Yes. I’m made of olives.”

I could feel the gleam in her eyes.

Whatever made me say that?

She lubed her hands with olive oil and slid them between my legs. She pushed her body against mine. Both of us moved the heavy cross further into the kitchen. Both of us were breathing hard. I moaned and climbed, and climaxed.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered.

My body pulsed. I was on my toes and still trying to climb up the cross.

“Do you want to dance?”

“Yes, thank you. I’d love to dance.”

There was a slight delay in the light bulb reflex.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s the kind of dance you are talking about.”

She zapped me! I jumped from shock more than pain as she gleefully tested every square inch of my butt. Where was I going to go? I was tired and drained.

A sheer green something was draped over my body. She whispered in my ear. “Not your average Saturday night is it.”

© Nikita 2009

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October 26, 2009 Posted by | adult, bdsm, erotica, spanking | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Review: The Switch’s Dilemma

I feel very strongly about of the lack of information about switches.  I’ve been very vocal on several bdsm boards about discrimination, misinformation, and myths clouding our reputations as play partners.  My goal was to illuminate, demystify, and provoke dialogue.

The presentation was geared to dominants and submissives.  What a surprise.  With the exception of two people, the attendees were switches.  <Insert broad grin> It was a curve ball, but a pleasant one.  As I began the session literally straddling an invisible line, each face turned into expressions of recognition.   It was as if finally, we were on the same page but on different paragraphs.

ALL the attendees added their two cents worth and the time flew by.  We shared experiences and talked about solutions.   We became a small self contained support group.  I felt that all of us walked away with food for thought and discussion.   You can find my notes here:  Switches’ Dilemma

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  1. Do NOT change a word of it
  2. Any quotes, copies, or other representations must include the following attribution:  Nikita © 2009  http://nikita-the-writer.com

October 16, 2009 Posted by | adult, bdsm, dominant, Femdom, Presentations, Reviews | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Review of TWIKS #9 Podcast featuring Domina Dea and Boss Bondage

Domina Dea was a guest on  This Week In Kink‘s, podcast #9, along with Boss Bondage, member the West Coast Assholes.  You’ll have to listen to the interview to hear about the West Coast Assholes.

The podcast was produced by Tonya. She invited the guests, prepared the questions, and supplied sources for the topics.  She and John Baku engaged Domina Dea and Boss in questions submitted by their audience.  The discussions were informative, intelligent, candid, and peppered with lively repartee.

I felt like a fly on the wall listening in on an intimate conversation between 4 people who were sitting in a lounge sipping their poison comfortably chatting away.

As I told Domina Dea, she was interesting, very intelligent, and her voice was sexy as hell. She should have her own show period.  Seriously.  But I am biased.   ‘-)

October 5, 2009 Posted by | adult, bdsm, dominant, erotica, Femdom, Fetish, Reviews, Vanilla | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

pink slip?

Yesterday i opened my freezer and there is a nice, hefty, frozen cucumber there, laying innocently among the bags of frozen vegetables, fish, and packets of chicken… what’s it doing there all innocent and smirking? i did not put it there! Or did i? i do not remember any Teasing, Evil Elves sneaking around my house.

the only thing that occurs to me is that  several days ago i brought home a few bags of groceries. Some of it – fresh vegetables ended up on table, the rest off vegetables went into the refrigerator and some other stuff went into the freezer. Is it possible that i subconsciously put the cucumber, of all things, in the freezer? Yes it is. Such small acts of instant forgetfulness happen to me. My head is either in the proverbial pink clouds or i am occupied by more mundane problems. But still.. a frozen cucumber?

It does not sound like a Freudian slip.

I wonder what it could be called:

A subbean slip?
A pink slip?
A slip of a nasty needy slut? Hmm and blush

October 4, 2009 Posted by | adult, bdsm, Femdom, Fetish, Food, queer | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Things Doms aren’t supposed to talk about.

One of my moderators at MDS, Minofsin, posted a very provocative blog this evening about Dominants.   I’m posting it here because I really like it.  Sometimes I feel that being a dominant is sort of belonging to a really cool club with a bunch of cool people and everyone’s nodding that it’s all cool, except for those times when you just want to be.

Things Doms aren’t supposed to talk about.

by Minofsin

You don’t see many Dominants willing to discuss these things in public. One of the interesting things about the Roundtable program that is running here in Chicago and the MAsT meetings are the first times I have actually heard Dominants/Masters complain about the petty shit we aren’t supposed to mention anywhere else. Ok, maybe you hear complains, but it’s usually made in jest. But to hear other Dominants talk about their issues and their struggles not just with their relationships, but their own internal issues is refreshing.

We’re not alone.

But again, it’s not always what it’s cracked up to be. Don’t get me wrong, unless I was seriously forced to at gunpoint, I’d never give this lifestyle up. It completes me in a way few others do. But there are times when I want to pull out what little hair I have left and scream to the top of my lungs, “I’m tired of being a fucking Dominant.” Some days, I only want to deal with myself and nothing and no one else.

If saying that causes some to shake their head and think (because of course no one would have the balls to say it) that I am not a “twue Dom” or that I am a “wanna be Dom” (as a foolish and insipid former sub once referred to me) then so be it.

The reality is nothing is perfect. When I was reading that other blog I referenced earlier, it resonated with me on several levels. Because some of what she wrote has been told to me, personally. We all have off days and off moments when we doubt ourselves and what we are doing. It’s just the slaves and subs seem to be more honest and open about it.

While I have not had any such thoughts in a while, now and then it DOES happen. As I am learning, it’s natural. It’s part of the process. Even when I was happily married (for like those 5 or 6 days — LOL), there were times when I wanted to run away. I Love my son more than anything else on this planet, but there are times I’d like to drop kick his ass into the next garbage truck. Don’t even get me started on my mother.

As much pleasure as I get from all of this, from time to time it can be a bit much, and it is. Then, just as quickly as the frustration manifests, it goes away and the regularity of my life returns. Which is why I always say, don’t act out of anger. Because when that anger go away, the only thing you are left with is shit.

We build up these relationships to be some sort of Utopian vision of domestic bliss, when the reality is they are just like any other type of relationship. Yes, they are wonderful, but they can also make one’s ass itch. The itching, however, is temporary. But if it is consistent, then there are larger problems.

I think we all need to vent and purge now and then. I hope I don’t get kicked out of the Dom Club for saying any of this, but it needs to be said. Behind all the bravado and all the posturing is most likely a Dominant who sometimes gets just as frustrated as someone on the other end of it.

It’s called real life. Something I think many people could learn.

October 2, 2009 Posted by | adult, bdsm, dominant, Fetish | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Transgendered: Man enough to be a woman: Traci’s story part 2

Traci continues her story. The sharing includes how she “knew,” the benefits of psychotherapy, her initial steps toward physical transition, and so on. Unfortunately, we got cut off again but at a point where you’ll WANT to hear the next part.

Transgendered: Man enough to be a woman: Traci’s story part 2


September 17, 2009 Posted by | Vanilla | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

5 Incredibly Impractical Sexual Fetishes | Cracked.com

5 Incredibly Impractical Sexual Fetishes | Cracked.com.

August 27, 2009 Posted by | adult, Fetish, Published | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Imbalance of Power in Switching

Thanks Wolffie, for digging this up. I had forgotten about it. This was in response to a question on switching roles in play and is just MY opinion.

“I think coping is directly related to how intense the play session was. However, your question infers there might be an imbalance in the power dynamics within the switch himself. That is something to consider. Having observed switches topping and bottoming at the same play party, it was not that easy for them to switch out because once they performed in a role, they were perceived to be only in that role. Therefore, more often than not, the dominant switches remained in control of themselves while submitting. i.e. not fully submitting.  Having been in that situation, it was difficult for me to just having participated in intense S/m, then turning around to administer some paddling, flogging, etc. It was too hard for me to focus on doing it properly and I stopped, handing the instruments over to someone who was in more control. I was flying too high to be doing any topping at that time.  In summary, observing the others, I noted they tended to stay in one role, thereby coping with only one set of feelings. Having been in the unique position of being on both sides of the paddle, I had to give up one in order to cope with being the other.”

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August 24, 2009 Posted by | bdsm | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Eight things NOT to do!

Momma said “Don’t do these things.”

May 11, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , | Leave a comment