30 Days of Kink! Days 11 & 12 - ethics and humor.

Doubling up to catch up!

What are your views on the ethics of kink?

I want to have something deep and insightful to say here. I really do. But for me it's really simple and pretty much my ethic, moral, and personal code: Don't hurt someone unless they ask you to.

I could type for hours on what that means to me but I prefer to leave it open to interpretation.

Tell us about a humorous BDSM/kink experience you've had.

Honestly, many of my kink experiences are funny. I can't remember the last time I didn't laugh during a scene. It's the greatest catharsis to laugh through pain. I'm blessed to be with an insanely snarky man who will keep me laughing hysterically while he beats my ass numb.

Once in a while though, something goes altogether wrong and while it may not be entirely funny at the moment it usually is in hindsight. The most recent event would have to be my most brilliant idea to bind K's cock in bondage tape. I love love love CBT and pretty much any pain or discomfort I can inflict and get away with I will jump on. I feel like a crazed artist on one too many absinthe cocktails creating my masterpiece of cords, clamps, clips, weights, and bindings. On this particular evening I thought it would be delicious torture to mummify his cock in black bondage tape and watch it swell and push against the binding as I smacked his clothespin covered balls with my hands. Awesome right?! Not so much. At least not when it's time to remove said bondage tape and you discover it just doesn't want to come off and you've not left enough space to get the safety scissors well...safely...in there. Oh the torture when I finally had to admit defeat and let him complete the painful removal process.

Funny as hell now though. Sorry honey.

30 Days of Kink! Day 10 (I am the worst blogger EVER)

No it has not been 2 months since my last post! Shame! At this rate it will take me all year to get through these 30 days. Pathetic. Ok, ok...on with it.

Day 10 - What are your hard limits?

Someone I once bottomed to said "It's silly to list children and animals as hard limits because that's just too obvious." I agreed with him at the time and then I met a guy who REALLY loved his dog. So at the risk of being obvious- no kids, no animals. Yikes.

Personally, I prefer "current limits" because I participate in activities now that would have had me running for the hills a year ago. Things like medical staples on my breasts and my latest shocker- clover clamps on my labia, are things in my wildest dreams I could never have imagined I'd say yes to trying, let alone enjoying.

I'm learning that there's a certain thrill seeking part of me that enjoys that zing of fear and panic when trying something new and even more enjoys the feeling of accomplishment when it's over. It's a very physical sensation like swimming for the surface in the deep end of the pool and running out of air half a second before you reach the top. The grip of fear followed by the immediate release is just bad ass. No other way to say it.

I've got a list of things I've yet to try and a couple trusted folks just waiting for me to be brave. Might be time to jump into the deep end soon.