Ramblings of a Newbie

I haven’t done an HNT in quite a while and I just kinda felt like putting one out there today, so here we go:

I’m not a girly girl by any means. I still self-identify as female; I just am not your stereotypical female. I’ll occasionally fuss with my hair, generally only to dye it. My friend the hairstylist has to remind me to cut it, and convince me not to do it myself with whatever scissors are lying around. My nails I grow long simply because I like scratching. *grin* They get trimmed and shaped so they don’t snag things, but I rarely paint ‘em.

It’s the same kind of situation with clothing. I normally simply don’t bother wearing girly things. I don’t find them comfortable and I’m not convinced they suit me. Now, there are exceptions. I have a black velvet corset-style top that I think is quite flattering, and I also have an off-the-rack lingerie corset (not a real lace-up job) that gets good reviews. Most of the rest of my clothing is relatively unisex.

I’ve started getting a little more experimental in the dress-up department, however…window-shopping for corsets and lingerie, finding outfits that might be fun and sexy in the bedroom. Recently I ordered a plaid schoolgirl skirt because CK mentioned he liked the look (I think most hetero males do to some degree, to be honest). It came with a red halter-style bikini top (laughable, considering the size of my breasts), a black off-shoulder see-through half-top, the skirt, and fishnet knee-highs. I’ll be putting a white blouse over the ensemble, and I picked up white cotton underwear to complete the look.

I haven’t worn it for him yet for the simple reason that we haven’t had a good deal of time to play…and I’m definitely hoping for a good reaction from it. He wanted me to try it on for him when I got it, but I refused. I’m just mean like that.

So just to kind of give a little preview of one part of the outfit, here’s my HNT for this week:

Happy HNT, all!

A couple of hasty shots taken based on an idea I Twittered about last night. They’re a little fuzzy, but they’ll do.

The tattoo I’ve had since I was 21. Time to get it retouched.

Gentle readers, meet my athame. I’ll probably do more with it on another HNT day.

Happy late HNT…:)

Saturday night was the monthly FAD (Female Artists of Domination) party. The first playparty I went to back in August was put on by the same group, and it was a blast. I was hoping this one would be at least as fun…and I wasn’t disappointed in the least.

It was a ‘Try It, You Might Like It’ event. There were four exhibition areas: CBT, Violet Wand, Needle Play, and Foot Worship. Due to lack of time, it was suggested that people hit their favorite two stations and visit the others if there was time left over. I went, carpooling with FM, CK, and PB; we met SC and DB there.

I hit the violet wand station first. My friend DB (who I had the pleasure of playing with once) was the first demo bottom for it, and the Domme running the wand gave me all kinds of ideas and really made me want a wand of my own… One of these days I’ll indulge myself and pick one up.

Then I went to the needle station, where CK was just finishing up getting a series of needles in his back before trotting off to the violet wand station to get the freshly-installed needles zapped. I stood in the room where the needle demonstrator was starting to explain things to a new group. “Who wants to get stuck?” she asked. I raised my hand, as did two or three others. “Who wants to do the sticking?” she grinned. I raised my hand again, as did one other. DB was trying this out as well, and I watched several needles and learned the hows and whys of play piercing from the lady doing the piercing. SC then offered DB (her new sub) up for my first piercing practice.

I did three needles in his chest, completing the simple pattern the original piercer had started. It was way too fun…and I will be investing in a play piercing kit. Friends be warned. Then I got pierced myself: two needles placed in the upper curve of each breast. WOW that was fun. Next party I’ll be getting a cutting, hopefully, and I think I may enjoy that as well. We’ll see…

I wore the needles (safely corked) for a while and mingled, enjoying the different scenes going on. I watched more violet wand play, talked to friends and new acquaintences, and saw what was probably the most hardcore thing I’ve ever seen in person. A gentleman on the receiving end of a little CBT from his top took several forceps through his scrotum. Not on…through. I’ve been trying to find pics of the particular kind of forceps used, but my google-fu is failing me. These forceps PIERCED HIS SCROTUM. It was so very cool.

After all this, I sat down with a lovely lady named Angel, with whom I’d discussed having a scene, and started negotiations. We agreed that this was going to be kind of a getting-to-know-you thing, nothing too harsh. She’s of the same mindset I am: if you’re not having fun, what’s the point? We discussed her limits, my limits, what I’d experienced before…and then I stepped up to the St Andrew’s Cross.

Before this, I’d never bottomed to anyone but CK and was a little nervous. My friends settled in to watch the fun, and CK actually positioned himself behind the cross itself. FM was curled up by Angel’s toybag, making ‘helpful’ suggestions and handing her various implements. Angel lent me her hair-tie (I can’t believe I didn’t think to bring one; I have very very long hair) and started unhooking my corset. I’m not one to show bare skin in public…this was in fact my first time every being topless in public. My comfort with my own body is increasing by the day, and I’m enjoying the feeling…

She started out softly, running her hands over me to get an idea of my musculature and responsiveness (also, I think, to ferret out a ticklish spot or two). Next came a rabbit-fur flogger that made me relax against the cross and purr happily. The brush of the silky fur against my skin actually helped calm me a bit, I think.

The order of the toys used escapes me at this point, to be honest. She used a selection of different types of floggers: leather, plastic and rope. Angel’s toy collection is incredible, and I’m quite jealous…*grin* There were paddles of leather and paddles of wood, she used canes, she used an evil stick, a wartenberg wheel, and a double pinwheel contraption that I want quite a bit. She even pulled out a small wicked knife; that made my heart do a little backflip. I love blades (collect ‘em, even). It’s also very difficult for me to trust someone with a knife around me. It was a hell of a rush to have a woman I’ve met twice hold a knife to my throat…very hot. It really shocked me a bit how hot I found it, and I’m still kind of processing that a little.

Nipple clamps! She knew I had sensitive nipples and started out with mild clamps, but quickly realized that stronger ones were in order. She affixed my love-hate buddies, the clover clamps and lifted the connecting chain with her cane. Sliding the cane back and forth across the tight chain sent mild vibrations through the clamps to my nipples, and was a really fun move. When those got removed, one was removed nicely and the other pulled off sharply, getting a sympathetic group ‘oooooo!’ from my audience.

It was a relatively lightweight scene compared to many others I’ve seen, but it was a pretty decent one for a newbie. I was vocal as usual, and kept giggling and (apparently) squeaking. It was hot, it was fun, and I can’t wait for a rematch…*grins*

I was left with marks all over. There’s a bite-bruise on my right shoulder (one of her ’signatures), needlemarks on my breasts from the piercings, sunbursts of evil stick marks on each breast, an ‘A’ done with an evil stick on my back (another of Angel’s ’signatures’), and random other evil-stick welts on my back and ass. I also had at least one cane mark on my ass. The evil stick marks are all still visible, but healing.

All in all a great deal of fun and I got to mark off several ‘things I’m curious about’ list items. After the scene, Angel and CK both provided me with comfy blankets and I got petted, cuddled, and told I was a good girl…CK snuggled me for a while after as well. He asked what parts I most enjoyed, but I hadn’t fully processed it all yet and couldn’t really articulate my thoughts well. Even though it was a relatively lightweight scene, I was still pretty wiped out by the end of it.

After my scene, FM was tied to the massage table by SC and she and Angel set to work on him with crops. I watched for a bit, but quite shortly it ended up being four women circling the poor thing. I reminded FM about his ‘helpful’ handing of the evil stick to Angel and then brought up the point that “Y’know…I think we have four evil sticks among us!”. They were all grabbed with great glee. At one point I mentioned that we were like a pack of mean wolves…wolves with evil sticks. The Evil Stick Wolves did bad, bad things to poor FM, and by the end of it his ass and back were bruised, welted, angry red and (in a couple of spots) blooded. He had a lot of fun with that…

A good time was had by all. I can’t wait till the next event I can attend…I learn new things every time.

Happy HNT, y’all!

Inspired by VanillaImpaired.

HNT is late this time, for one reason. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday, when I get to be someone else for a while. Once I became pagan (twenty years ago? really?), it began to have a different sort of meaning to me.

So today, like VanImp, I’ll be drinking some wine and saying some words to old friends no longer here. This year, for a change, I’m going to celebrate who I’m becoming rather than pretending I’m something or someone I’m not.

To change.

You’ll notice at the bottom my darling boy-cat charging up his lasers.

So my whole gaming group is kinky.

Tonight, we played for the first time in a few weeks (d20 Modern X-Files homebrewed game). We jokingly threatened CK (“No, don’t throw me in that there briar patch!”) with being tied up after the game.

Without going into too much detail–because really, I’m simply too tired for a full-blown post–here, ladies and gentlemen, is your HNT for this week. Not me this time, mind you.

Enjoy!

So instead of ass, there will be boobies. 

This is a pleather bustier I got from Torrid a few years back. I dig it.  

This shot is far less careful than most shots I’ve done so far for HNT. Instead of being focused on a small area, it shows stretchmarks and belly and arms and such…but it also shows boobies. Therefore…all is well. 

Also featured in this picture are some now-greenish remainders of some lovely bite-bruises on the soft curve of one breast and on my belly just beneath the bustier.  I debated showing those because I wasn’t sure how most HNT viewers would react…then I really thought about it. My conclusion? If they don’t like it, there’s plenty more bare flesh out there to look at. I’m doing this for me, not for them…and I enjoy my bruises.

As for the pictures hinted at in the post from Sunday, you’ll just have to wait. I don’t have my paws on ‘em yet. But soon…

So I drank some wine during the debate, and probably ended up drinking too much. Since I hadn’t put up my HNT so far, I decided to go ahead and go for it.

I have to admit, I had to really screw up my courage for this one. I thought, you know, eventually this is something I was planning on sharing on my blog, and might as well get it out of the way.

This week, even though my entry’s a little late, is a first for me on this blog.

It had to happen eventually: A pussy shot.

You’ll have to forgive me, it’s a little hairy right now.
I’m a bad person. *snicker* HHNT.

First, the soft.

I like textures. I love petting things (and people). I like most textures, but soft things are a particular pleasure. I go into a fabric store and it’s like a petting zoo for me. And every once in a while I come across something I can’t resist…

I petted a bolt of fake fur at the fabric store last time I was there and couldn’t move away from it; I just kept petting it. I finally ended up buying a yard of it. Part of has gone to making a soft mitt to go in my toybag; another part is going to be a mitt for SC. The rest…well, the rest I just pet. That or curl up under it so I can feel it on my skin. I really like textures.
*grin* Sprawled out on the sofa, wrapped in soft fur; I feel all ‘Slave Chicks of Gor’ here.

And now for the bonus.

The sweet: People seemed to get a kick out of the M&Ms in the cleavage shot, so I thought I’d go for another body part and another candy.

So life savers on the hip it became!

…what, you didn’t think the sweet referred to me, did you? *snicker*

HHNT, y’all.

This is entirely the fault of the Erotic Bohemian. All blame should be directed her way.

M&Ms: they melt in your mouth, not in your…cleavage?

I’m actually surprised I’m brave enough to post shots like this…I think my shy may be starting to fade here and there.

I had kind of a down day today. There’s no real reason for it; it’s most likely related to exhaustion and work-stress, and it will pass soon enough.

However, I almost skipped the HNT today because I wasn’t feeling terribly sexy. I’m still not, but I’m not gonna let a dip in the old self-esteem kick me today.

So, without further ado, welcome to Blue Days Can Kiss My Ass HNT:

Red and black flogger, lace underwear, one well-curved hip. The knickers (stealing a word from Curvaceous Dee. ) are somewhat new. I normally don’t buy sexy clothing of any sort because I simply don’t think I look good in it, but I made an exception for these (I have a black pair, too) because they were just too pretty. I rarely wear them because I don’t think I do them justice.

My skin is far too pale and I always hesitate to show too much of it, but it contrasts interestingly with the red and black (two of my favorite colors) of the flogger. The rolls of flesh at my side are something I try desperately to hide with any clothing I wear; however, they’re part of what makes me warm, soft, and (I’d think, at least) nice to cuddle.

Here’s the crazy part: Looking at others, I really enjoy large women and find them very attractive. The rolls and curves that I think are sensual and attractive on other women, I’m shy about showing myself. It doesn’t make any damn sense. I’m determined to get over this, and you guys are just gonna have to deal with being subjected to it.