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A New Masocast: #159 for the Downton Abbey Crowd

#159, man I can’t believe I’ve done 159 of these things.

Had a great time talking to Matt, another great guest from the UK.
We talked about his early experiences in the London Kink scene, his long term relationship with his partner and how their D/s has changed and evolved over time, chastity, the nuance of protocols, how to handle an adventurous kink life while still being a good parent, role reversal and a whole lot more.

Matt’s on Fetlife too you can find him at Chatr0issy. Be sure to thank him for being such a great guest. While you’re there feel free to friend the Masocast.

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A Whole Lotta Anal Masocast

A conversation with Wendy Blackheart about how she discovered fisting and strap-ons, why gay porn is better than straight, the problems with Femdom porn, explaining the Eiffel Tower and much more. Plus a voicemail (yes a voicemail) from a fellow podcaster.

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Found Femdom: Smoke ‘Em If You Got Em

Thanks to the reader who emailed these to me.

I only have a few questions:

1: Why did they pick someone who looks like Dr. Frank-N-Furter?

2: Why is he offering her a smoke when she all ready has one?

3: Why is he bleeding from the wrist?

4: What does Testing the West have anything to do with a woman dressed in kink wear?

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Be Careful What You Wish For

She has mentioned a few things that she’s always wanted to do but hadn’t yet.

I told her I would do them (of course) and one in particular made me wince but at the same time eager to do it. Eager to be the first, eager to give her something nobody else had. I find myself desperate to make her fantasies come true. Even something that scares me.

Maybe a little bit of it is to prove my adoration, but most of it is to please her, to give her something she hasn’t had yet, to know that she can use me for whatever she wants.

Tonight, one of those things happened.

I was…ok bear with me because this sounds like something out of a porno but then again, so much of what she and I have done sounds like it comes out of a porno. A very high budget, well written porno.

I was in her kitchen, naked, doing the dishes and wearing a collar and a brand new ball-stretcher (2.5 inches). After I finished I asked if I could eat and she offered me some leftovers she had delivered.   

“Oh, wait”, she said with a wicked smile, “give me your cock-head”.

I knew what was coming, it was one of those things I had winced about. One of those things she had always wanted to do and now she was going to do it.

She reached among the leftover burger and fries and grabbed a jalapeno pepper, tore out a small chunk of it and slowly slid it inside my urethra so just a small piece was visible.

What happened next was a blur. A very painful blur.

At first I was hard, hard because it felt a little warm but mostly hard because I could see how much it turned her on.

It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and she had a very big smile on her face.

“Do you want it out?”

“Yes!” I stammered

“Then you’ll have to cum it out”.

I had serious doubts if I would be able to or not but the next thing I knew, I was on my knees, jerking this burning piece of flesh between my legs

I was close, I could have came right then but at that moment her best friend came out of the bathroom, she had been dying her hair and came out to see what all the commotion was about.

“God I love coming over to your house!” she exclaimed as she saw me kneeling and jerking off in front of her smiling friend.

“Should I let him come?” my owner asked her best friend

“No”

“Fuck”, I thought. I was so close, I wanted so badly to come, more from the desire to expel that evil evil pepper, than to experience an orgasm.

I stopped and the pain began to increase even more. The burning became unbearable and I started to shake and whimper.

“My poor baby, do you want me to make it stop?” she asked.

“Yes…” deep breath, wince, whimper “please” and she ran off to grab some yogurt from the kitchen, I think she asked me where it was in the fridge but I was in no condition to answer.

Moments later she was rubbing yogurt into my urethra and I could feel it starting to cool but not enough. Her best friend returned with a bowl of milk and I was told to “dip your dick in the milk”.

I did.

I felt like Yosemite Sam dropping his ass into a barrel of water after Bugs had just lit him on fire.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It wasn’t over though.

She made me hold that position for ten minutes. My muscles aching as though I was in some convoluted yoga position. As I breathed heavily and moaned, she would kiss me and stroke my hair.

Oh and she took photos.

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That was about an hour ago. She asked me to write about it and so here I am, naked, still a bit numb, laying on the floor next to her couch as she pets my back and occasionally steps on my balls and smiles at me.

Sometimes, when you get what you wish for, it’s better than you imagined.

Found Femdom: Your Guess Is As Good As Mine And Some Video

As soon as a faithful reader (thank you Elizabeth) emailed me this one, my mind raced to try and figure out what the hell was going on here.

True this doesn’t appear to be from an advertising campaign, but it also look too artsy to be porn.

Maybe it’s an ad campaign for the 5-day waiting period for handguns?

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Since we don’t know where this one was from and I didn’t want to rip you off without posting something from advertising, someone twittered this one to me:

Personally, I’d like to be an arm or a foot rest in this situation but beggars can’t be choosers.