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As you may know I’ve been toying with the ida of staring a podcast. After a lot of procrastonating and saving for software and equipment, I’ve finally put something together.

My goal is….well…I don’t have one other than to have some good casual conversations about sex and BDSM.

Basically I’ll be going from friend to friend (and strangers if anyone want to shoot the breeze) and recording conversations about kink then releasing 10-20 minute segments of those conversations in the podcast.

I’m still working out the bugs but for now I have a test podcast up with a short conversation with a friend of mine just to make sure all is up and running.

Masocast.com is the place to go, feel free to add it to itunes and give me some positive or negative feedback (Not yet though…so far it’s just a test).

I’d also love any volunteers for anyone who’d like to sit down and chat.

I’ll bring the mic if you supply the beer or coffee.

Hard

Just a few days before I’ll be seeing “her” again and I’m horny as fuck.

So why don’t I do something about it? Why don’t I just jerk off two or three times today like I would normally?

She said she doesn’t want me to.

Grrrrrrrrr

I both love it and hate it.

I could though, just sneak off in the shower and take care of it. She’d never know. But somehow I can’t.

With regular masturbation I can fuck for hours. After a few days without I’ll be lucky to last a half an hour.

She says it makes me even more submissive, that I can be a bit of a smartass or something. Something about preferring me whimpering aching, quivering and hard. Hell I can’t even think straight at this point.

When she first said it I was worried that It meant I acted as though I could care less about her desires unless I was horny. Turns out that’s not the case, but there’s a big difference in my eagerness when I’m…eager.

Why does part of me love it? I have no clue. Well, it has something to do about control and being wanted and taken but my body is screaming at me so loudly right now that I can’t think enough to analyze it.

When I’m finally face to face with her again we’ll exchange pleasentries and talk about how her day was and probably talk about the headlines or something but no matte what we’re talking about, no matter what is coming out of my mouth, one thing will be flashing through my mind and other parts.

Please! Just! fuck me!

Guy Friends

Guy friend #1: Oh, c’mon. What’s more important, going to see some woman or staying here and getting drunk with your friends?

Me: I’m sure you’ll have fun without me.

I know they really want me to come along because I’m the only single guy in the group. They like to watch me talk to women, flirt with them and live vicariously through me.

Guy friend #2: Well just go over there, bang her, then join us afterwards.

I’m guessing they’d freak out if I told them that she was the one who banged me.

Me: I usually spend the night.

Guy friend #3: She better make you breakfast in the morning.

Me: Actually, usually make her breakfast.

Guy friend #1: She better give you a blowjob in exchange for breakfast.

I’m wondering how it is these guys are in relationships.

Me: Oh I’m sure she’ll have something fun in mind.

Guy Friend #2: You’re pussy whipped.

Me: Oh and if I back out on her to join you, would that make me dick whipped? I’ll take pussy whipped any day.

If they had any idea what would be happening when I saw her, they’d probably shit themselves.

Most of my vanilla female friends know about my “interests”. One in fact referred to my interest in kink as my “unspeakable acts”. Hence the name that I’m now regretting. I have no vanilla guy friends that I can feel comfortable enough with to tell them about myself. Some I’ve known for more than ten years and yet they have no clue.

Maybe that’s why I have more female friends than male. Sure some of my female friends are former friends-with-benefits but I’ve always been able to stay friends afterwards. I prefer the company of women over men in my platonic relationships as well. I’ve never known why.

Maybe because they’re more accepting.

Maybe because they look and smell better.

Strap-On Broadway

I’m not much for plays. Maybe I’m too much of a country rube to enjoy them but unless a friend is performing in the play I really don’t enjoy them.

I saw “August: Osage County” this past year. It won the Tony for best play of 2008. After seeing it I think that means the rest of the plays in 2008 must have been pretty damn shitty.

There is one play this weekend that I may reconsider my personal ban on all things theatrical. It’s a play about strap-ons.

“Peg-Ass-Us” will be playing this weekend and this weekend only (or so it seems) at The Brick Theater in Brooklyn. Tickets and more information here.

The show is described: “A tale of boy-meets-girl, but the whole involves much more than the sum of their parts! In a no-holes-barred sexploration of pegging, these lovers sing, dance and tease along the delicious line between fetish/preference, queer/straight, wrong and oh-so right…

And:

“A charming duo, set out to spread the word about the pleasures of prostate stimulation and strap-on sex. They start with the facts, but once in the deep end their personal differences play tug-of-war with the lesson plan, pulling sex from silly to serious, between kink and dignity, and wrangling over issues of gender, sexual identity and personal desires. Armed with original songs, dance, puppetry, drag, physical comedy and audience participation, the two lovers turn their bedroom and hearts inside out for the world to see. And take off their clothes.”

I’m really debating on going. I can’t make the Friday show but the Sunday show may be possible if I were to skip out on another kink event. Hell maybe I’ll just wait outside the theater to take the names of the women coming out.

Yeah, that wouldn’t be creepy at all.

Found Femdom: Chanel

I promise to update with more Found Femdom posts. I’ve had a few more readers send in some lovely images and I’ll be posting a few times a month as long as they keep coming (hint hint).   

A friend sent this image of Jerry Hall from a Chanel shoot.

It’s subtle, I like subtle. She looks like she’s contemplating her next move. Should she let him stay? He’s patiently waiting and hoping the answer will be one he wants.

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