This is a pretty challenging bit of sex writing — challenging to read and to appreciate. It’s very vivid and real, but possibly disturbing as well, depending on how you do with potentially degrading master/slave sex. Kaya writes:

I was put under the desk. Getting put under there is just as you imagine it would be. On my hands and knees, ass in the air, in the space where the chair should be. And while Master does His thing online…He’s fucking me. Sometimes brutally, sometimes not. Because He’s not really concentrating on fucking, or cumming, this can last for a really, really long time. He mostly ignores me under there, except to occasionally tell me to stop moving, or to remind me of how I am a cunt, a filthy slut, a dirty bitch…good for little more than a place to dump His cum.

The floor is linoleum and most times I’ll be awarded a pillow to put under my knees. Sometimes, just a towel. Sometimes, nothing…and the fact that my knees are hurting as He rocks me back and forth is appealing to Him. If I can orgasm it’s no concern to Him. He doesn’t care if I do or not, as He reminds me that it’s about His pleasure, not mine. I often try not to orgasm (which isn’t too hard since He isnt trying to make me anyway) as a way to hold on to a tiny bit of myself, control myself, unwilling to give Him the satisfaction. But if He wants me to, if He tries to make me, I can’t stop it. And that pisses me off to no end. All it earns me is some disparaging remark about the “mess” I make on His cock.

It’s very cramped under there (and though I make a conscious effort to clean there, it gets dusty and dirty). If I’m lucky I’ll have already had my hair in a ponytail. Otherwise it’s in my face, being sucked into my mouth and nose, in my eyes, and just generally a pain. My hands go numb from holding myself up, or my elbows get sore if I rest on those. And I am constantly having my head banged into the back of the desk. Purposely. It’s His attempt (I think) at making me press backwards against Him. And it works.

It’s stuffy down there…very little airflow. It’s hot. My pussy dries up and depending on how much it’s hurting Him, He’ll get some lube. Depending on how much He enjoys that it’s hurting me, He won’t. Sometimes He adds nipple clamps, which hurt like fuck when your tits are swinging and swaying, and the time they are on is typically long. If I remind Him they are there, He yanks them off quite cruelly. I’ve learned it’s best to suffer through them, and ask to remove them myself after He cums. He’s in a much more friendly mood after an orgasm.

You’ll feel about that…however you feel about that. To me, the interesting question is how Kaya feels about it:

It’s another one of those “I’ll love it tomorrow” things. And I do. Thinking about it after the fact, makes me twitch and squirm and generally soak my panties. I like being used, I like that He is pleased. I like that He uses me to please Himself, that is my job after all. Sure, I like being used in other, funner (for me), ways to please Him better but that’s not my choice. And I like that I have no choice about it. I’ve yet to be able to talk Him into something else when He swats my ass and points under the desk. And I have tried.

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The stuff my fantasies are made of. Be careful the things you wish for.

If you’ve ever been around large tropical birds, you’ll know that they behave like a toddler you can’t reason with. They can bring enormous joy and energy and life into a home. But they hear everything and they aren’t shy about sharing what they’ve learned. Especially not Uccello the Macaw:

The cable guy did not look at him so Uccello started squawking. I went over to him to talk and give him attention so he would not interrupt the worker, but Uccello did not want my attention. He wanted the attention of the new guy!

Uccello continued, “Suck me, baby, suck me.” That phrase got the man’s attention. A smile came to his face.

The bird continued through his extensive lexicon of words. Repeating certain phrases that The Biker especially enjoys. I could feel my face turning red as I sat there caught between being embarrassed and wanting to just laugh out loud. “Pretty tits. Woo Hoo. Pretty tits,” he said. I had to cover my breasts with my arms thinking that now the technician would be examining my chest, however his eyes did not leave his work.

“Fuck me hard, (inserting my nickname for The Biker). Do it!” Now I had to bite my lip.

The talking, squawking, acrobatics, and dancing continued, “Harder. Oh yeh!. faster. Oh yeh!” and “I’m so wet. Eat me.” until finally, seemingly exhausted by not getting the attention he deserved Uccello concluded with his new line, “Make me cum. Make me cum!”

Bad, bad bird! But what can you do?

From Biker & Teacher.

Via Bondage Blog, we find an astounding collection of vital data compiled in the Encyclopedia of Women In Prison Films. Including lots of yummy screen shots, like these from Sadomania in 1981:

Obsessive treasures like this are part of what makes the internet so great.

From Sexoteric, an oldie but goodie:

‘Twas noon when I, scorch’d with the double fire

Of the hot sun and my more hot desire,

Stretch’d on my downy couch at ease was laid,

Big with expectance of the lovely maid.

The curtains but half drawn, a light let in

Such as in shades of thickest groves is seen,

Such as remains when the sun flies away,

Or when night’s gone, and yet it is not day.

This light to modest maids must be allow’d,

Where shame may hope its guilty head to shroud.

And now my love Corinna did appear,

Loose on her neck fell her divided hair;

Loose as her flowing gown, that wanton’d in the air.

In such a garb, with such a grace and mien,

To her rich bed came the Assyrian queen;

So Lais looked when all the youth of Greece

With adoration did her charms confess.

Her envious gown to pull away I tried,

But she resisted still, and still denied;

But so resisted that she seem’d to be

Unwilling to obtain the victory;

So I at last an easy conquest had,

Whilst my fair combatant herself betray’d.

But when she naked stood before my eyes,

Gods, with what charms did she my soul surprise!

What snowy arms did I both see and feel!

With what rich globes did her soft bosom swell!

Plump as ripe clusters rose each glowing breast,

Courting the hand, and suing to be press’d!

What a smooth plain was on her belly spread,

Where thousand little loves and graces play’d!

What thighs! what legs ! but why strive I in vain,

Each limb, each grace, each feature to explain

One beauty did through her whole body shine;

I saw, admir’d, and press’d it close to mine

The rest who knows not? Thus entranc’d we lay,

Till in each other’s arms we died away;

0 give me such a noon, ye gods, to ev’ry day!

— by Ovid (translated by Richard Duke)

As deeply as I plumb the perilous depths of the erotic internet whilst making my daily rounds, I do sometimes find things that make me raise my eyebrows like a pointy-haired boss. The latest contestant is an image of a young lady with her panties full of stinging nettles:

Ow. Also ouchies. Now, that’s just mean.

Found here at Spanking Blog.

If you’ve followed the stories in recent months about the legal and political threats to your freedom of sexual expression, you may have been wondering what happened to the First Amendment. Here’s a small clue. In President Bush’s own words:

“Stop throwing the Constitution in my face. It’s just a goddamned piece of paper!”

Full story here.

I mention this because I want everyone to understand the danger. When the chief official sworn to support and defend our constitution forswears that duty in front of numerous similarly-sworn witnesses, it’s over. Please don’t base your strategies for survival in these trying times on the constitutional protections you learned about in grade school. They are, quite literally, history.

We now return your to your regularly-scheduled smut.

What’s better than porn for your video iPod? Why, bondage porn, of course:

I’m delighted to announce that the last couple of recent updates in the member’s area at Hogtied.com make the video clips for members available in 768 Kbps .mp4 format (iPod compatible) as well as the site’s usual .wmv and .rm formats. The movies look sharp on my iPod, too!

The Hogtied folks say they plan to continue to support the iPod format going forward, and they hope to add .mp4 video to their older archives sometime in the future.

Still photography of a well-tied woman is all very well and good, but sometimes you just need to see her wiggle and squirm in the ropes. On the subway, or in the park, or wherever you happen to be. If that’s you, Hogtied.com has got your back!

Update from the future: Hi, this is the future. We have smartphones now. Video iPods? What the hell was that? The good news is, Kink.com now has everything in .mp4 format, in five different sizes. If you’ve got a screen the size of your thumbnail or the size of your living room wall, they’ve got a device-independent format that will work. Ain’t progress wonderful?