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Thursday, January 30, 2020

Interactive art

A while back I saw and saved a funny image of a woman 'flashing' Edvard Munch's SCREAM.

I was going through some image files recently and unexpectedly came across it, having forgotten I had saved it there. As a result I was immediately reminded of a similar semi-naughty image rendered by none other than Norman Rockwell:

And as anyone here may suspect, I couldn't leave it at that and tried to find other images that were similar or somewhat interactive. One well-known fictional example of this are the wonderfully-interactive oil paintings lining the walls of Hogwarts Castle in Harry Potter.

But what of art interacting with real people? Nowadays there are TONS of interactive art exhibits. In fact Rosa and I just participated in one at the Morris Museum where a 'mirror' of motorized fuzzy balls with a black side and a white side, turn to reflect whatever you are doing in front of it in a fuzzy black silhouette. And there are plenty of others that any persistent Google search will reveal. Naturally not all ended up being even as innocently suggestive as the Munch & Rockwell images:

The above shot depicts an ostensibly two-dimensional image breaking the "plane" of conventional rendering and a viewer playing with that. A master of such plane-breaking illusion was obviously M.C. Escher:

But instead of going too far down the road of mere plane-breaking illusion, I went back to limiting my choices to instances where the line between the audience and art was blurred, or where the line between the artistic and the artist was toyed with. One example of the latter was something I recalled from the old play, "Oh, Calcutta!" where the intended victim of a consensual 'punishment' is initially described fictionally as a mere character in the play, and then is 'outed' as a real person/actor whose free choice seemingly coincides with the intent of the playwright and narrating actor.

A very rare photo of the skit "Who, Whom" from OH Calcutta!

One of the best collections of seemingly-interactive art in the arena of the kinky is a 4-image photo-set at the Troupe of Slaves site I have linked in my margin. The images seem to be encoded in a way that does not allow for their copying, so instead I will just include the link to the site itself:

Once there, go to the 'Exhibitionism' heading and enjoy.

But what of RL interactive spanking opportunities? I believe there are still some theme restaurants that do this but they don't seem to rise to the level of 'interactive performance art' as much as being a watered-down, kinky, tourist experience. The exception to that seems to be the annual Burning Man Festival (link). While I suppose it could be argued that it's not much different than a theme restaurant paddling, there does seem to be an overall performance art immersion experience inherent in Burning Man. But as someone who has never been there, I could be too optimistic.

What I would LOVE to see are real examples of the types of kinky interactive, performance art situations as depicted fictionally in the Troupe of Slaves imagery. In this day and age, I am somewhat surprised that such situations didn't pop up in my search. Perhaps it's a matter of privacy, or perhaps such things just are not out there. All I know is that I personally would find such an experience intriguing and hard to resist.

Monday, January 27, 2020

Hot wings and butts

It's Monday and I have some time to post an update to the events of Friday evening through the weekend. As discussed in my last post, Friday evening saw the use of our homemade securing device for the last installment of Ana's punishment slip for 2019. It was difficult and I was grateful for three things: 1: the device itself and its physical restraining of me, 2: Rosa's determination to spank hard despite the sad state of my sequentially spanked behind , and lastly, 3: a text I got from Ana beforehand that she sent as a reply to my request for a bit of a 'pep talk' I could focus on if things got too difficult to bear. This is part of what she wrote: "...think of having to do this for my feelings and how much it mean to me and how it makes everything we go through better.....". She concluded with a classic bit of Ana's style of mixing the serious aspects with the fun ones as she also observed that my punishment was also another example of the fun ways she can 'torture' me.

I actually DID focus on that text in my head at several points just to get through the spanking.....because it hurt profoundly. But then it was over leaving Rosa and me to have a very nice weekend. On Sunday we did some exploring on a hike to a new location we had never been to before and also spent some quality "personal time" together. 

But prior to that, on Saturday.....with my bottom still stinging....we had dinner and watched some TV with Marta & Wally. It was Rosa's idea to treat for pizza and hot wings and when I returned from picking up the order, Marta turned to me and said that she had discussed her contribution to my 2019 year end with Rosa. She informed me with a grin that Rosa would fill me in later at home. 

According to Rosa, Marta needed quite a bit of numerical guidance because she tends to initially go very low (like "20" low), But Rosa gave her a better idea of what Ana had just ordered and what a perfectly acceptable range could be. A range that Rosa assured Marta would be totally reasonable and neither excessive nor unappreciated by me. Rosa said that Marta, despite her past experience with us, still seemed surprised by the quantities, thinking that such 'high number' paddlings must hurt quite a bit. Rosa assured her they did, but not in any way that would be unwelcome, saying that I liked the 'attention' . As a result? Marta decreed a 500-spank punishment. So............I have another good spanking heading my way.

This morning I caught a glimpse of my butt in our bathroom mirror and was surprised at the discoloration. The redness is gone as one would expect since the last swat fell on Friday and it is now Monday......but BOY did those 1500 leave a mark!

A quick phone shot I just took two whole days after the last installment. Note the purplish patches. They also feel somewhat rough and dry to the touch. This is a butt that took a beating! LOL

Friday, January 24, 2020

Securing cooperation

So, today I am due to get the last installment of Ana's slip for 1500 smacks as punishment for misdeeds throughout 2019. I must commend Rosa here, and I have done so to her personally, for being unwavering in her application of her daughter's punishment. She has not gone easy on me at all and's been rough. Last night was so difficult that I simply cannot imagine what tonight will be like. (Since this punishment is from Ana, I also managed to text her the current situation and the likely one yet to play out. She was both amused and pleased, joking, "Haha, you got to pay your dues LOL" no sympathy there.)

My bottom is discolored and tender even as I sit here writing this post. Earlier I got so concerned over this evening that I began to wonder how I would manage it. And then I had an idea. It would not be something that would make things easier on my sore hinder, but rather enable Rosa to deliver the last installment without me wriggling all over the place. I texted my Honey a while go and asked if she thought it would be good to use the bed-top spanking rack we keep under our bed for our last installment. She texted back affirmatively and so it is now ready and waiting for our use later.

This is the rack set to a higher elevation than it is currently set for.

Normally we use this rack for hard switchings with a synthetic cane-like switch we own. As such I am usually secured in a fairly bent position. That will not be a good idea for a paddling though, so I have set the device to its lowest least angled position.

As a result of knowing I'll be secured, I feel oddly calmer. I know the device will not save me. In fact it will ensure my cooperation even if my body gets the urge to resist, but 'I" don't want to resist and as such, feel the device will allow me to just let what is going to happen anyway, happen in a way that frees me from concerns over my own involuntary reactions. (I also plan to use a bite-down gag of some kind as well so I can just react freely to what comes without trying to be braver or more stoic about it than I currently believe I can manage.) So, I know this is going to hurt a LOT....but now I don't need to strain beyond my capabilities to accept the punishment I am willing to endure. It's an odd trade-off but perhaps one that a fellow DD practitioner would understand. 

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

My girls

No, today I'm not talking about the five ladies with different types of punishment and/or direct spanking authority that I routinely write about. In fact, I usually refer to them as "My Honeys". When I say "My Girls" I am usually referring to my four pets. 

The other day I was downstairs to feed them and my youngest, 'Rosie' was in such a nice pose that I just HAD to take a shot:

Rosie, an Amelanistic Corn Snake, looking elegant in her terrarium.

And speaking of feeding, I did get a nice shot of my Pueblan Milk Snake, 'Urpi eating':

Urpi is swallowing her dinner: a nice thawed-out, previously frozen "fuzzy" mouse.

Different snakes eat all sorts of things, but the ones I keep are mouse-eaters. I merely order frozen mice in various sizes and thaw them out prior to feeding which I do about once a week. I do watch them during the week and see if they seem eager for another meal, but usually they only get that way in the warmest months.

The next two shots I have are not of my actual 'girls' but rather images I got from Google of snakes that are their distant cousins, and very closely resemble them. The reason I'm including them is to accurately present my serpentine quartet as they actually are. The next up is the snake I've had the longest, my Mexican 'Mex Mex' Kingsnake, 'Quetzalli':

An Internet photo of a certain type of Kingsnake from 'South of the Border'.

The last image was so close to the color and typical posture of my largest 'girl' that I had to look twice to realize that no one had snuck into my basement to take the shot. Like 'Rosie', she is an Amelanistic Corn Snake......except she is a full-grown adult and Rosie is still a pre-adult. So here is a shot that very closely....almost exactly.....resembles my biggest girl, 'Fiona':

Obviously Fiona has a twin somewhere!

When I was a kid I really wanted a pet snake, but despite allowing me to keep a veritable menagerie, my parents drew the line at snakes. Similarly, my ex felt the same way, so when I was divorced and had my own place, one of the first things I did was go out and get myself a pet snake. She was a Pueblan Milk Snake very much like Urpi above.

It was then that I learned about the frightening ability of just about any snake to escape. My first snake, who I called 'Malina', got out and I went through the process of trying to get her back. (When a snake escapes.....which they do.....the best way to get them back is to put a lamp and water bowl in a central area and ......wait and observe.) I was not hopeful.....but I did get her back and then secured the terrarium more thoroughly.

After Malina, Rosa and I attended a Pet Convention and bought two more: Quetzalli and an absolutely BEAUTIFUL California Garter Snake, who I named 'Ophion'. Here is what a California Garter looks like:


Unfortunately, tragedy struck with Ophion when a large earthworm he had for dinner, killed him from the inside. After his death, I researched the issue and learned too late that it is a 'best practice' to cut up a large earthworm rather than serve it whole. Garters are not mice-eaters and require live, moving food like fish or worms, frogs, etc. After Ophion, I vowed: no matter how more garter snakes! Getting live food in winter is just too inconvenient and expensive.

Later, while, I have had other escapes and successful re-captures, Malina got out once more, and I never got her back. I think it was because this particular escape occurred during the Summer and rather than seek out my lamp, I think she just figured her way outside. 

At one point, I managed to get a replacement Corn Snake, in a variety called "Creamsicle". I called her, 'Glynnis'. She was.....well special. Man, I loved that snake. She had such a personality (and they all do) and never ceased to amuse me. At one point, she began to lose weight no matter how much she ate....and she never lost her appetite or stopped eating, but despite that her body began to wither from the tail up. And, one sad day......though I did see it coming, she died. It really bugged me for a while. But it was after her death that I got Rosie. So I have always tried to keep a total of four.

An Internet photo of a "Creamsicle" Corn my beloved Glynnis.

With Glynnis, I discussed personality. Furry animal pet-people probably think only dogs or cats have personalities, but ALL animals do.....even my fish in my pond have them to a degree. Of my current gang, I would describe each as this: Fiona, my biggest, is usually mellow. I have only seen her 'feisty' on rare occasion. She just likes to curl up around your hand and hang. Quetzalli is similar, usually mellow/occasionally feisty. My son likes Quetzalli the best. 

Urpi is my "nervous Nellie". She's like a skittish beauty in fancy attire after too much coffee. Holding her is a challenge and every little motion or sudden noise causes her to jerk and turn like a scared kid in a creepy house at night. Lastly, Rosie, who I got to replace similar TO Glynnis. She's a bit of a glutton and despite being the youngest, eats like a little piggy. LOL Any motion outside of her terrarium triggers her immediate attention like a dinner bell attracts a hungry gourmand. She is still young, but it is possible she could grow up to be as impish as Glynnis used to be.

So, if you never owned a snake and think they're scary or disgusting, I hope this convinces you that they aren't. They're not slimy. In fact they feel like a steering wheel. They rarely bite, and if they do it's usually a case of an instinctive reaction to mistaken identity where some finger movement makes them think a mouse is on the menu. In the rare instance where they have nipped my hand as a result of reaching into their cage, it's always more of a nip than a hard bite. Once they realize it's you, though? You can pick them up and they never try to bite once held. If they were vicious or aggressive they could be biting the entire time.

I don't like noise, or pets that demand attention. I don't want hair on my chairs or piss on my rugs. I don't want unpleasant odors floating around either. And in those regards, snakes are the ideal pets for me. They shed in one skin in their own tanks. Their poop doesn't smell strongly. I give them attention on my terms and enjoy them as I choose to, whether it's holding them or just admiring their color or graceful movements as they slowly cruise around their terrariums. 

And the main thing for me is that with snakes, safely in terrariums, guests in my home don't need to deal with what I often have to especially with dog owners.....though not all. I have always felt that out of all pet owners, dog owners are the only ones who feel so strongly about their pets that they expect the rest of the world to love them as much as they do. I can't begin to count the number of times a dog has run up to me, jumped on me, or barked at me, or stuck their noses in my crotch.....only to have their owner say, "Oh it's OK, he's very friendly." Well folks, I'm friendly too. Would you like my nose up your wife's crotch? I have even been bitten by dogs whose owners told me, "Oh he doesn't bite." YO! THE FUCKER JUST BIT ME! I am not imagining it! I will say that a trained dog with a responsible owner is an entirely different story.....but man are they rare in my experience. I can only imagine how they would feel if I just brought out one of my girls and laid it across their lap utterly unconcerned for whether they liked snakes or didn't.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020


Sometimes even people into DD don't see spanking 
as the obvious answer.

I will be the first to argue that, despite the opinions of the more perpetually myopic and giddy spank-enthusiasts out there, spanking is NOT the answer to everything. But within certain parameters I do believe with certain people in certain situations it could probably be effectively utilized more than it sometimes does.

After a bit of a break from DD, Rosa and I have returned to it with new enthusiasm. Yesterday I got the first 300 of Ana's 1500 and today I will get the second. I was not stoic. It was not fun. It hurt more than I was able to process and I couldn't wait for it to be over. And yet, I'm feeling very appreciative of Rosa's determination to execute the 'sentence' as proscribed. And I'm feeling way more receptive as a result as well.

It is still too early to tell whether this return to DD will be effective and last, but it did make me wonder if for people like us it may indeed BE the answer to more things than we might think?

Monday, January 20, 2020

Just listen

After a pretty long hiatus from DD in general, and spanking in particular, Rosa and I broke that stalemate with a two-part, get-back-to-basics spanking. The ice-breaker occurred on Saturday evening and Rosa used the time to eschew any personal laundry list of offenses she may have been thinking of in favor of a pretty simple message: "just listen to me. Do what I tell you and you'll be better off in so many ways."

I found her point to be succinct and ........logical. 

DD rules can be complicated or simplicity itself. According to Rosa our arrangement can be reduced to a simple statement: "Just do what I tell you."

The spanking itself started .....kindly. After so long without any OTK activity, my bottom was super-sensitive and I had a very hard time even with pretty reasonable smacks. After a bit, Rosa suggested a break with a second session to be delivered later, but while I appreciated the break, I suggested that the second installment need not be postponed for a lengthy break. I felt a short 'breather' might be all we both needed and she saw my point. So after a few mere minutes, she started in with part 2. It was not long before this second installment morphed into the type of serious paddling a punishment in our home usually entailed. 

This second part left me sore and swollen and feeling very contrite and open to my Honey's recommendation that I just trust on what she tells me and obey. So, we will see how things go from here.

We also discussed Ana's slip and the 1500 spanks she has sentenced me to. We discussed some options and Rosa decided she wants to do a Monday through Friday daily punishment of 300 smacks. This is to happen around dinner time, not in the later evening. However, tonight it will be a bit later since we have a guest coming for dinner. But after he leaves, I will get the first of Ana's lengthy punishment. If we keep to the schedule as Rosa has planned, I envision a very difficult time of it by the time we get to Wednesday and certainly by Thursday and Friday....which was the intent behind Ana's number.

As I stated in another post, this was the year that I had sincerely considered suspending the “year-end punishment”, and it was Ana who convinced me to stick with it, first by saying she would certainly want to contribute and second by suggesting that any perceived reluctance from Nickki and Marta was probably imaginary. Ana said that I tend to always assume the worst in ambiguous situations and she’s right. (in fact that trait is one factor she told me was included in her slip number).

But I’m stubborn and skeptical, so I was still thinking a bit negatively when Nickki called me to tell me she was pondering the owed punishment with a desire to just pop over unannounced and let me have it. It was the perfect opportunity to mention my thoughts about the year end thing and she sided with Ana that she too would like to address more than just the Graduation issue.  That left Marta. I was honestly just not going to bring it up this year, but after the reaction from my other two “committee members” I decided that I would allow chance to determine what happened with regard to her. If some opportunity presented itself, I’d mention it casually, if not, I’d let it pass.

You’d think I was making this up, but during my writing up of the January 10th post about the special birthday spanking marathon, who called me but Marta. It was about getting together but I took it as a sign of sorts and given the odd background noise, asked where she was…..since she didn’t sound like she was home. She told me she was in fact out shopping by herself and I just figured ”OK KD, what else do you need? A lightning bolt from the sky?” So, I took a breath and asked her bluntly about the year end punishment tradition, but did so leaving her plenty of room to demure. Turns out, she had no wish to demure and she too reacted with a bit of surprise at my suggestion that the practice be suspended. She said something like “It’s a tradition”, and expressed willingness to participate once again via slip like Ana does.

So while I was convinced I was alone in my desire for accountability from those around me, over the course of a couple of weeks I got solid reassurance from the main disciplinary ladies in my life, Rosa, Ana, Nickki, and Marta, that each would have no problem holding me accountable and open to punishment and in fact miss the opportunity if it was withdrawn. Go figure!

I should also add that I have spoken to Marta again earlier today at the supermarket and she asked about when we would get together to discuss the amount and my behavior, and I left that totally up to her. So now I am waiting on her to contact me with her part as well.

So whatever dark funk obscured DD here over the last couple of months, seems to have lifted with some widespread interest from my Rosa and my extended group of "Ladies in Authority".

Friday, January 17, 2020

Urine for a treat

Yesterday we talked mostly about the basics regarding pee. Today we will conclude with more of the psychological and the 'fun' aspects.

Artsy shots always make everything look so easy! LOL

The first time I engaged in this activity was almost 20 years ago with someone I was quite smitten with….and no, it was not my ex-wife. At the time, we started by merely discussing my interest in doing it. She was adventurous and curious and so, the next thing I knew she was watching me as I held…..a bit nervously….a cup she had just filled for me. It was a big moment for us both. A first for us both. I remember it took a moment of determination to actually drink the offering I had just asked for. I was nervous. What if I hated it and gagged or made some face that made her feel bad?

But then I just did it and what I recall as equally as the unique taste and rush of submissive ecstasy was how she made one of those reverse sighs where you suck in air and how, as she leaned in a doorway watching me,  her body slunk with a slight fleeting weakening of her knees. She was about two yards away from me and yet her experience just watching me was intense enough to cause that reaction.

This image captures a little of what I experienced.....even if the mechanics are different.

Neither of the other two people I’ve done this with reacted quite that dramatically, but they DID react in their own ways. I think it’s hard to not indulge in that ‘first time’ moment without a palpable feeling of a power exchange that seems both dramatic and irreversible. (Once you drink someone’s pee, you can’t UN-drink it.) And that is something of the attraction. It is a very simple activity in the mechanics of it all. On the surface it is simplicity itself…..far less involved than spanking, or oral service, or just about anything other than getting off on commands alone, and yet it is extremely powerful in its symbolism. And that presents an overwhelming opportunity: a simple act with extreme psychological impact.

Be careful! Once you convince a Top to play pee games with you, you might end up drowning in it!

Another aspect is the sense of bonding, especially in a D/s power-imbalance sort of way. As the sub, you are literally taking in the essence of your Top, but not in any ennobling way. This is after all their pee you are drinking. It’s not like a vampire drinking blood. Yet, after you drink, it is something of your Top that is physically inside you. Regardless of whether one views it as a duty or a treat, there is no getting around that.

There is a duality to it. Because it’s pee, there’s a degradation to drinking it, but because it’s your TOP’S PEE, there’s an elevation to it as well. If you are deep in thrall, like Keats’ knight, the cup is a chalice and the liquid ambrosia. But, to the dominant delight of that Top, you both know it’s not….so it’s an obvious kick for you to treat it that way. And maybe that’s why the actual flavor is a benefit of sorts. If pee tasted like a fine oak-aged Chardonnay, what power would there be in consuming it?

Now that we’ve discussed the basics, and the psychology, let’s have some fun. Once you decide to go down this yellow (not quite brick) road, what are some interesting routes to explore? Well, since the WHAT has been established, obviously the next variable is choosing HOW. Are you going to drink from a container….or go right up to the fountain? 

I’ve done both and while in one’s head the direct method seems most intense….and it can be… is fraught with several drawbacks you might not anticipate. But since I have been there, let me clue you in. Having your Top pee into your mouth involves getting into a position where you can be beneath her (pesky gravity) and if you are tall and a bit older and stiff like me, that’s not so easy...unless you have plenty of space….and a bathtub is not roomy. You don’t want to be too far away and you want to be able to swallow without choking. There’s also flow to consider. Even if you get the mechanics right, once your Top starts you might not be able to keep up….unless you are a champion chugger. And if she has to stop flow, it can throw off her re-starting. We had a cue to communicate me needing a pause: if I was unable to keep up I’d tap her thigh, and it worked, but also took away some of the Toppy edge.

People also underestimate the things they come to rely upon for everyday activities. (Like most people don’t realize how much they depend on looking down when descending stairs…...until they are carrying something where they can’t see their feet.) You’d be surprised at how much the sound of pee hitting water or the ground tells you about how you’re doing. Without some audible feedback, knowing you’re going or how much is coming can be harder to know than you might think…..especially if a little nervous or in an awkward position… squatting over your boyfriend in a shower. So going into a quiet mouth takes some cooperation, flexibility, and some practice. Getting the aim right or the sensation of a mouth on your privates are all things the average woman might find confusing. For aim, funnels can help, but there is still the issue of flow. I was able to stop the flow for periods but had to be aware of how fast the funnel was filling so that it didn't spill over.

The funnel we used was twice this size.

Rosa and I got around some of this by using some help: a queening chair and a larger funnel, or a commercially available portable peeing device called the Go Girl and a short tube.

I have currently been having a devilish desire to take this little item on one of our hikes. Privacy might still be an issue though.

Even then flow was still a challenge, but I have to admit, the most memorable session that leaned heavily towards the humiliation end of the spectrum was when we used the chair and funnel together. It was very hard to be in that position, looking up through what is…..regardless of material and style….. essentially a toilet seat ring and feel in any way elevated.

When Rosa sat down on it and I got the funnel in place, I felt far less like a sub being given a treat from his Mistress and more like a human toilet…...which in that case I kind of was. I would not want to experience that feeling ALL of the time, but it was something memorable that I’m very glad we did a few times. And let me  just say, while I love seeing my Honey’s butt descend upon me, seeing her lower herself on the seat, slowly obscuring the light from above, knowing that instead of being offered a chance to kiss her bottom that I’d soon be struggling to quickly swallow her pee, was intense.

The view that says it all!

In the case of my other two Tops, a container was always used and after a while of trying and finding the direct method more trouble than it was worth, Rosa and I settled for the container method too. And that can be a lot of fun as well and opens up possibilities the direct method can’t provide.

The advantages, besides the ease a Top has in merely filling a container, include:the ability to regard the offered beverage visually, the ability to make easier eye contact when drinking, pace now becomes the whim of a Top’s will rather than the rate she comfortably pees at, and being in a container means your kink is now portable in addition to potable. You can take your kink out on the road!

......or track?

What you put it in also can add a spin or edge. Drink it from a fancy goblet and you’ve imbued the liquid with an air of finery. It’s no longer just pee, it’s a fine nectar distilled for you personally by your own, private goddess. But drink it from a beaker, and it becomes a specimen of unenhanced urine. Take it a step further and put it in a pet bowl? Well, it’s not something we’ve done, but it’s popular imagery around the internet. It’s kind of interesting to see how the same liquid takes on such different connotation based solely on what it’s swishing around in.

One particular ‘container’ I was handed was a bit different than all of the ones mentioned. The first Top who did this with me was always amused at taking our pee play out in public. One time we were in a Wendy’s in a local mall and midway through lunch, she excused herself to go to the bathroom…... taking her ice-filled but otherwise empty soda cup with her. When she got back with a big grin, she handed me a very full cup, looking so innocent with its no-spill cap and straw, and that little red-haired girl in braided pigtails on the side smiling at me. She then had me drink it through the rest of the meal and as we walked around the mall. And while the ice diluted the pee, it also chilled it to a very challenging and unpleasant degree, making it very bitter and enhancing the ammonia after-aroma. Like I mentioned before, for some reason the colder the pee the worse it tastes. She got a real kick out of seeming like such a normal couple strolling around in public while knowing what was actually going on.

Imagine this with a straw and ice-cold pee inside! Ironic that the cup is yellow.

Other things I have done were freezing a top’s pee in a novelty ice tray and then having a cube each day as a special little reminder of her. Another was using that same Top’s pee as a substitute for hot water in making my morning instant oatmeal. THAT was very interesting! Other times pee has been left for me to enjoy while doing an O-less session of self-teasing and even as the conclusion to an o-less tease. Leaving pee for me to consume later in their absence is something all three ladies have done because it’s an ideal way for them to be there when they weren’t there. And what a way to BE there!

So that concludes my exploration of kinky pee-play. For those who made it through the whole thing: congratulations! You've earned yourself a drink.......what ends up in your glass though is up to you and your dominant partner! LOL

Thursday, January 16, 2020

P is for Practical

I realize that BDSM ‘watersports’ specifically ‘pee-play’ has limited appeal. I suppose there are a few of us who do it, others who don’t mind thinking or hearing about it, but wouldn’t engage in it, and a majority who just say…..”YUCK!” And even within  the realm of pee-enthusiasts, there is also a line between the “golden shower” folks, and the more extreme “golden cocktail” folks, again with the latter being the activity of lesser appeal. So with all of that said, dear readers, this is your friendly disclaimer: THE FOLLOWING POST WILL DEAL PRETTY THOROUGHLY WITH THE SUBMISSIVE ACT OF DRINKING A DOMINANT’S PEE.  Proceed at your own discretion or interest.

I can be a pretty intense submissive. I will not only submit to spankings both playful and disciplinary, but like to explore many other things too. I’ve been pegged, plugged, and even fisted anally. I’ve experimented with urethral ‘sounds’. I’ve been bound, waxed, clipped, rubbed with ointments that burn, given enemas of various kinds, been exposed naked outdoors and to others, dressed in costumes, locked in chastity devices, worn spiked tubes on my penis and been teased, been teased and denied orgasm, experienced ruined orgasms, have been subjected to uncomfortable surfaces to sit on, made to feel cold, been tortured in various ways with ice, been shot in sensitive places with rubber bands and even airsoft pellets, and probably have done some other things I’ve forgotten.  And, yes, I have consumed other people’s pee.

Though not hers.

This is not to say that I have engaged in this activity with just anyone. I may be willing to be spanked by just about anyone I trust and who wants to do it, but I don’t seek just any Top’s pee. In fact, in my entire life’s experience as a sub male, I’ve only done it with three people……..and each were very special. And for me that’s the key. It’s a very intense bonding experience for me and consequently not something to be engaged in casually, although it can be engaged in with a sense of fun and mischief as well as deep devotion. There are lots of folks I’ve loved over the years, but like I said, only three who I have been willing to do this with for real. (There was someone online I ‘played with’ for a while who used to discuss doing this with me as well, but it never happened even though we did meet once in person and played briefly.) The interesting thing is, although my partners in this have been limited it was never a ‘one-time thing’ with any of them, but instead became a regular, though sometimes infrequent activity.

Unfortunate cropping, but what a look!

One of these select three is obviously Rosa. Anyone familiar with this blog must have read a post or two over the years where this topic was mentioned. I still can't believe the ease with which Rosa agreed to play this way. She obviously understood the power of it, but there was no hesitation in her at all. 

Rosa's morning pee in her 'special' glass. Note the amber tone. Later in the day her pee is much lighter as she's an avid water-drinker.

The other two are people I felt very, very close to. In all three cases this act served as much more than just an indulgence of a bizarre kink. And that’s what I would like to discuss in more depth: the ‘why’ of it. And for those who are curious but have never had the urge to try this, I will also talk about the physical and practical aspects (hence today's title). And that may well be the best place to start.

The pee basics:

The first reaction to pee-drinking (after “yuck!) is usually: “THAT CAN’T BE SAFE!” And there is some truth to that. But it’s a relative truth. Drinking the pee of some STD-ridden stranger with a UTI and addiction to meth is probably as safe as a ride down a slide of razors into a vat of dirty, broken glass. But then I don’t think kissing would be ‘safe’ either if the person you’re swapping spit with is carrying something nasty. You’ll also read medical advice that by drinking pee, you are unwisely re-ingesting that which the body chose to excrete. And well, yeah, you are. Urine is about 95% water plus tiny amounts of urea ( a non-toxic molecule of ammonia and carbon dioxide), chloride, sodium, potassium, creatinine and other dissolved ions, and inorganic and organic compounds. But it’s nothing poisonous and nothing in dangerous concentration. (For more on "conventional wisdom" check this LINK )

If they can have "pie charts" why not "pee charts"?

But 'conventional wisdom' aside, to be colloquial and anecdotal, let’s just say that while I have admittedly been as selective as a wine connoisseur at dinner in my pee choices, I have been doing this for decades and never once gotten sick. Never.  And to press that point, let me add that one time, as part of a challenge, I once agreed to drink a Top’s pee every time she ‘went’ for about a 24 hour period. In that time I calculated with a fair degree of accuracy that by the time the challenge ended, I had consumed a gallon and a pint of this lovely lady’s urine. And…….I was fine. Another time, I had a full glass of Rosa's pee every morning for a week......and again...STILL fine. One must be honest about safety if they are an admitted kinkster, because while a reasonable person would not want to risk serious injury, there could well be ‘medical advice’ warning that repeatedly getting hit is not good for your body either…...and that wouldn’t stop us spankos.

A Tale of Two Fountains

So, you might now be thinking:  OK, maybe it can be safe if done with the right person, but….what does it taste like? It can’t be good, can it?  And that is an interesting question, and not one with a simple answer. The fact is, pee, while chemically similar in humans, can be very different from person to person, and even different for the same person depending on diet, degree of hydration, and probably some other factors, though I can't say I've ever noticed a drastic flavor differential among those select three I've engaged with. Taste is somewhat relative too. I also don’t think there’s ever been an extensive study on this, so if you have no experience of your own, you’ll have to once again rely on mine, or accounts elsewhere.

Definitely funny, and not too far from the truth. I will say this chart only relates to color and hydration....NOT a comparison of flavor. 
No pee I've ever had ever had the broader appeal of a good beer.

I would say that average, midday pee from a healthy, clean person who stays reasonably hydrated tastes something like a light, salty/musky broth with a very slight bitterness and followed by what is not so much an aftertaste but rather more of an after-aroma of ammonia. But I’ve noticed that the ammonia-smell is minimal and fleeting and only occurs after some quantity is consumed. I’ve never noticed it after just a sip or two. However, from that basic description, there are other flavor variables, some physical, some psychological:

1: Like with most things we want but only get on occasion, despite whatever flavor drawbacks pee may objectively have (and let’s face it, if pee was universally and undeniably delicious, it would be consumed all of the time since it’s free and easy to get.) when I am clearly “in the mood” those first sips especially, seem…...wonderful and even tasty.

2: It’s definitely better warm.  And not only is it better warm, but it gets progressively less ‘tasty’ the colder it gets. If intentionally chilled to be downright cold….as challenge or whatever…’s almost horrible. Don’t ask me why, it just is. I have even resorted to reheating it in a microwave at those times when it’s gone cold from being left out for me to have later.

3: Concentration is THE most influential factor I have noticed. And if you actually want to experience the full impact of doing this, you might feel disappointed with super-hydrated pee. I know I do. It's practically clear and tasteless and hence a bit ....shall we say, 'pointless'? Morning pee definitely has the most intense flavor. I believe this is simply due to the fact that overnight one is not continually hydrating and therefore the morning pee is darker in color, and more concentrated. This is not to say the intensity makes it bad. In fact, to be honest, if I am just going to be ‘treated’ to just one glass, I prefer it to be one in the morning. [Though there IS a downside to morning pee: if you drink pee in the morning before eating, it WILL act as a laxative. I noticed this on my own a while back and then got curious and decided to research it….and….it’s true. It’s not just me on this one. So, if you want the benefits of a little morning ‘encouragement,’ go for it, but if you’d prefer to minimize or eliminate this side effect, just eat first. Again, not sure why, but it’s like magic. Drink pee on a full stomach: no effect, drink it on an empty stomach and anticipate a run to the bathroom a bit later.]

4: There’s a cut-off range between wanting more and dreading more, so quantity is definitely another factor. If in the mood, I may well look forward to another glassful after the first is gone, and I may even look forward to a third. But somewhere during that third and heaven-forbid  a fourth…..drinking becomes an obligation rather than a treat. Just as with any treat, too much of anything can diminish its appeal.

Namio Harukawa has created many pee-oriented images besides his signature face-sitting stuff.

And that last revelation leads us to where we might now delve into the psychological aspects, because if you take that fourth statement seriously, you can’t help but think, “OK, so even the guy who wants to drink pee, admits he hates it after a while, so why the hell is he doing it at all?” Well, there are a lot of reasons. And we will get into them tomorrow.

So, like this guy on the floor, you'll just have to wait. LOL

Wednesday, January 15, 2020


It's the dawn of a new winter's day and things seem to be warming.....inside the house at least.

A winter landscape by artist, Mortimer Smith.

NO! Not THAT Mortimer Smith!

Last night Rosa and I had another very long talk. It wasn't all rainbows and lollipops, but there was progress made I believe on both sides. Rosa is one of those people who in the middle of an argument, leads you think you're not getting anywhere, but then behaves differently the next day so as to convey that the more unpalatable messages were indeed heard. And that's what happened. Rosa has been texting me today in a more lighthearted way.....which is kind of what happens if all goes well.

To be honest, concessions were made on both sides, and I too have re-examined some feelings to see if perhaps I was also overreacting (me? overreact?) So.....we'll see. I am not the type to expect everything to go well, because life has taught me that it just doesn't happen. Nor do I have the emotional energy to try to live contentedly in gloom. It's too draining. So I'm taking a more hopeful but realistic view: cautious optimism.

I saw this and just had to post it because it was too perfect for more than one reason.

The image above is a great lead-in to the topic I was working on prior to the "Sunday Night Showdown & Shutdown". While it may not be everyone's cup of the upcoming days I will be discussing cups of pee, in all of their golden glory. Now, I'm not looking to convince anyone to take up the practice. It's either something you are attracted to, or it's not.....more likely not. But I do think some who might never wish to do it or understand why others do, may find the topic interesting academically. And for those who are into it? Well, be prepared to be showered with information and imagery! Like other topics dealt with here, readers may feel like they are drowning in too much information LOL....but hopefully with enough humor, irreverence, and titillation to hold everyone's attention like an overly-hydrated driver looking for a rest stop has to hold their water.

Monday, January 13, 2020

False hope happened again. Once more, just as things seemed to be looking up and seeming promising on multiple fronts, every flicker just went out in one gust. For several days Rosa and I had one good experience after another all building towards a seemingly  mutual desire to "get back to normal/ get back to having fun". We went places, joked with friends, opened up about a multitude of things, and just when it seemed like we were well on our way, she saw some little thing in the kitchen that triggered an anxiety attack......which triggered a moody withdrawal......which prompted me asking what her telling me about these little things that upset her, things that were there the day before and the day before that and which at that time DIDN'T trigger her anxiety, little things in the midst of a solid chunk of major stuff that got done. 

So we argued and I tried to explain how what she was doing was affecting me and the rest of us in the house. I explained that it's OK to have pet peeves that annoy us, but that the response needs to be PROPORTIONAL. In fact, she used an example of a reverse situation that I was actually able to use, gently, to show how what I was saying to her now, was very nearly exact to how she tries to point out when MY responses to things aren't proportional.

I think I got through, but the damage was done, and the evening shot dead.

On another note, I texted Nickki Friday with an invitation to visit the blog and left it at that. She said that she would do so soon, but it's Monday and I haven't seen a comment or gotten a I'm considering that the "offer" is probably dead as well. Ana has also repeatedly promised to visit .....especially those posts that concerned her.....and that hasn't happened either.

So a lot of the positive momentum I felt a day ago has hit a dark wall.  I have also visited Dan's blog and been struck by how many people don't seem to have the issues I have. Things seem to work out better for people who sometimes sound like they don't even accomplish what I do. (At the peak of my frustration in my argument with Rosa, I lost my temper and railed, "nothing seems like it's enough. I need to know, WHO ARE YOU BASING your disapproval on? WHO is this paragon of productivity and perfection that I should aspire to be like? I want to know who he is. I want to meet him!" )

Other DD couples seem to have way more things that lead to resolution and connection, but Rosa doesn't address the flaw in a teasing way and let it lead to a correction, instead she just completely withdraws as if the small flaw she found was as serious as me cheating on her or blowing the mortgage money on a horse race. I told her it's like walking through a minefield that doesn't end. Yeah, if careful you might make it past a bunch of mines with no problem, but if you go on long enough, odds are pretty good that you are going to step on one. And it doesn't matter much if you deftly navigated 20 mines......if you step on #21.