Funniest Vanilla-D/s Encounters...

Betticus said:
I think he's cute. I want to fuck him. You know, eventually.

I so much want to say something to this, but I'm going to refrain.

This isn't the GB, This isn't the GB
 
SkyBluAngelEyes said:
I so much want to say something to this, but I'm going to refrain.

This isn't the GB, This isn't the GB

Don't worry girl.

I remember a time when I was younger, around 21. I was seeing this little blonde, blue eyed Texas girl. We were fucking on her couch and she said something to me that was a bit of a surprise. She said "hit me" right in the middle of sex. So I slapped her. Hey, who am I to deny a girl what she wants? I slapped her kind of hard, left a nice red cheek. After sex when we were cuddling I asked her If she wanted me to treat her more roughly during sex. She fessed up that she wasn't into the rough sex and only said that to try to shock me.

Oops! :eek:
 
Kajira Callista said:
lubed or unlubed....and....... can i watch? :)

Lots of lube. I don't want to tear up my cock. You can not only watch dear but you can cane him while I'm fucking him. He will be appropriately tied into position.

I think he won't get a safeword. He gets a safe phrase.

I'll start a new thread though just for him. I don't want to hijack this one.
 
Vanilla and me

Just recently I had been on a weekender with my SO, When I got back I had just tossed my bag into my room and left it there, then a girlfriend (who's vanilla) and I were hanging when I had to get emtpy my bag since I needed to tak it to work with me. Out comes a leather whip, bright red rope, handcuffs, a flogger and lube. She looked at me in shock. I gave back a shameless evil grin and left them where they were. I don't hide my bdsm from anybody.
 
Technodivinitas said:
Me too- but I think my contribution'll just be to affectionately worship Betticus' boots & untended parts while all that's going on. ;)

suck up! :p
 
Was flying for the first time post-9/11 to visit a relatively new partner. Wanted to bring my favorite leather paddle, cuffs, and a new Wand (gift for her) -- nothing elaborate but I didn't want to try to explain those at the carry-on secutiry check. So, I checked in a suitcase; but not knowing, I locked it (always had done that pre-9/11). :D

I clear security and go to the gate. Then, I hear my name called, "Mr. Hidden, please come to the USAirways check-in counter." Ooops.

They tell me that they have to check the suitcase and could I please come to the back with the keys. So, I go and unlock the luggage. One woman and one man screener, plus the desk person who had brought me. They lift the clothes and presto!

They didn't say anything, carefully smoothed the clothes back as they were and wished me a pleasant trip, than you very much.

I don't lock my suitcases any more when I fly.
 
graceanne said:

Nope- I have a thing for boots. And besides- I'd be completely deep-subified to watch Bets take that git and give him what he's more than earned for himself.;)
 
hiddenself said:
I don't lock my suitcases any more when I fly.

I feel so totally Dommed by the US government- and not in the good way, either. ~grumbles~ Don't even let me get started on thatcrap.
 
That reminds me. I have to get boots, so I can go rock hunting without breaking my ankle.

:D
 
Okay- I know I helped to hijack my thread, but I'm thinking it needs to get back on topic...

(~Tries to think of a D/s-Vanilla interaction to re-topic~)
 
Well, it's been a whole year and...

I haven't thought of any new tales for this thread, but I had SOOOO much fun re-reading it, (even the hijacked parts!) that I figured what the hell.


*****BUMP!*****
 
At 18 I was dating a skinhead, we had kissed and had a few gropes but as I actually "liked him", waited out a few dates before going back to his place.

Very romantic, wine, candlelight, listened to his new dead kennedy's album.
Had a snog and a cuddle, and then he asked for a favour, and I said sure....he went to his bookshelf and took down a cat o nine tails and asked me to use it on him.....
I looked at this tough bullyboy and just couldn't assimilate what he was asking me to do with what I found so attractive....too much conflicting information... I burst into tears....
Pretty sad for him in hindsight too. Oh to turn back the clock.
 
That *is* rich!

I've dated a couple of bully-boys like that, and they're almost never the toughs they try to come off as. Last one turned out to only be into the BDsM thang because his ex-wife had wronged him with a best friend, then left him. His ex who, surprise surprise, looked a LOT like me...

So he'd beat on me, smack me around, get all sadistic, (that was the good part...) then afterward he'd be all contrite and sad and self-loathing over it. That relationship did NOT work out.

One time I went home with this hot young stud for a one-night-stand. I'd known him for quite a while, trusted him, and he came off as scene-aware and cool with it, plus, he *knew* I was a touch (understatement) twisted.
Midst of the romp, I rolled over with a glint in my eye that matched the glint of moonlight on the eight inch double-edged dagger which I offered him, pommel-first.

His jaw dropped like a leadweight, and his eyes went all saucery... he called me "one sick bitch", and almost left without his pants. *LOL*

I'm kinda proud of that little incident.
 
Technodivinitas said:
the glint of moonlight on the eight inch double-edged dagger which I offered him, pommel-first.

His jaw dropped like a leadweight, and his eyes went all saucery... he called me "one sick bitch", and almost left without his pants. *LOL*

I'm kinda proud of that little incident.

I'm almost afraid to ask...

why did you have a dagger in bed, anyway? I'm BDSM "aware" and that sounds freaky as hell to me, lol.
 
Uhmmmmm...

because I'm one sick bitch?
Actually, I'm just freaky as hell. :D
Actually though, it wasn't in my bed, it was on the nightstand next to the bed. And I usually keep it nearby, just because I like it a bunch. It's not a prop dagger, or something you'd find in a catalogue, it's a hand made tungsten throwing dagger with a rosewood grip and hand-forged brass fittings. I won it in a kinda special contest many years ago, and it's very special to me. Plus, it's seen parts of me that few men ever have. *LOL*


Edited to add: But then freakiness is so subjective- pop over to The Perve Curve to discuss the subject!
 
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jasonlf said:
I'm almost afraid to ask...

why did you have a dagger in bed, anyway? I'm BDSM "aware" and that sounds freaky as hell to me, lol.

Okay, just have to say that I totally thought of this quote from Angelina Jolie: "You're young, you're in bed, you've got knives... Shit happens"

Marie
 
funny or out right embarrassing
you decide.


Shopping at a new porno store that opened up.
They still checked ID for new customers, the guy that looked at mine took a few extra seconds with it and handed it back to me.

Had a tiny section of kink.. some clamps, poorly made leather accessories.
A whole larrrge wall of toys. Sections for all wankers ... kinks for all kinksters, and joke toys and props.

I went in 3 more times that week to narrow down my selections and stalk my prey ... then finally spent my $100 or so on my findings.
Later that night my older brother (by 10 years) told me (not being able to look at me directly) that he'd rather not hear about how good of a selection his baby sister picked out for porn/toy/kinks. So when I see a navy blue blazer in the lot, not to go in that night because his friend broke confidentialty and called him giggling being a perv saying that I had a good selection, set of kinks/toys, cute and old enough to perv on and tease my brother's head with.

oops?

Fast foward to the March a few months after that christmas. My brother finally has an engagement party for him and his fiance, me being me... I of course get them a little inhance your bedroom thing to be funny.
A pocket rocket
cleopactra's secret
Joke mints shaped like mini peni
and I think some random porno that was on sale.
Most of this stuff his finace requested from me, she said she'd keep the gift giver a secret.
Which worked.

Until she calls me and tells me the clopactra's secret stuff isnt' working.
I tell her what to do.
She covers the mouth piece of the phone (not well enough)
and I hear her telling my BROTHER !!
ew... haha.
I explain a little more, tell her to call me some other day, and excuse myself polietly from their bedroom phone conference call

sheesh.
What I get for being the know it all/ Careful shopper ... :eek:
 
Well I work in law enforcement and own four horses, so no one thinks anything about seeing handcuffs, shackles, whips, quirts, or crops in my house!

My only embarrasing moment involving my toys would be the time my ferret somehow climbed into my bedstand drawer, pulled out my anal beads, drug them into the living room and promptly deposited them in the lap of my best friend (a very shy, virginal young man!) We both nearly died of embarrassment!
 
marieR19 said:
Okay, just have to say that I totally thought of this quote from Angelina Jolie: "You're young, you're in bed, you've got knives... Shit happens"

Marie

EXACTLY!!!!
 
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