of course also a ton of bad BDSM
erotica) I could find.
Eventually, I read Story of O. As is
reflected throughout EXPLORATIONS, it
changed my life, though the change has
been gradual, and continues to this
day. The idea that other women might
share the lusts I have by turns been
ashamed of and defiantly proud of, that
a woman like the real Pauline Réage
might write so beautifully of those
lusts, and work them out so thoroughly
and even pitilessly on a character, put
Réage’s famous pencil in my right hand.
Or, to put it in the terms of
EXPLORATIONS, it put my left hand on
the keyboard of my laptop and my right
hand in my lap, if you know what I
mean. I started to write spanking
stories.
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Princess and I
“Please Milord, give me pain”, she
moaned.
Early morning light peeked through the
closed curtains and lit her skin and hair
up in flares of liquid gold.
My god, she is so fucking beautiful.
It was not the begging undertone in her
voice that struck a chord but the glare
of pure lust in her eyes. That and the
simple fact that I am a sadist and get
off on hurting her whilst making love.
——- ************** ——We watched Volume II of Lars Von
Triers’ Nymphomaniac the previous
evening. It was a quite different movie
than Volume I.
I liked the dialogues between Joe (the
Nymphomaniac) and Seligman (the
confessor) more than I did in Volume I.
forget her presence.
We finished our wine and then I told
her to go to our bedroom and wait at
the door.
The scenes with Dom K. gave me boner
and the combination of dialogues and
images fucked my brain to an intense
orgasm.
I quickly cleaned up, blew out the
candles and in the bedroom I closed
the door.
She looked at me and I could read the
emerging question in her eyes. Why
close our bedroom door if Little A. is
not staying with us?
“Hush girl”, I told her and quickly
undressed her.
Turned her naked body towards the
door and instructed her to put her
hands against it.
“Look at them. I am going to choose
one”, I told her and pointed to the
collection of whips hanging against the
wall.
“You are not allowed to come this
evening. You understand, girl?”
She sighed and I grabbed the whip with
the rubber tails.
I did not start gently.
Extreme intellectual discussions about
love, religion, sexuality, deprivation and
so much more, even pedophilia, while
the images discovered the boundaries
between mainstream cinema and
pornography. This is after all European
cinema.
Funny too, the scene where Joe wants
to fuck two black men but the guy and
his brother get into a fight about who is
going to use which hole and completely
discussed it vigorously and did not
agree at all. But we did not fight over it
though, right or wrong is after all
something very personal.
The end was a disturbing one and we
Later she told me she liked the sensual
sting of the rubber strands but prefers