FETISHES! WHICH ONE IS YOURS NOW? DO YOU NEED BE DOMINATED DURING SEX? WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE WHIPPED BY A NAZI OUTSIDE CITY HALL?
EIGHTEEN, IT MAY WARP YOUR SEXUAL
ORIENTATION FOR LIFE
Of course, if you're 18, you're almost certain
to have a definite bent already.
The association of a physical object with
arousal is extremely common. It might be a glove,
a high-heel shoe, a crop, a cane, a paddle, a belt...
or maybe even a rubber pillow you used to hump
on the floor when you were young.
Whatever it is, I don't want to
influence your choice of fetish. To be honest,
you don't choose your fetish, your fetish
chooses you.
I use the 'closet' image when I discuss
S&M. Gay people use the image, too. They
talk of coming out of the closet. Sadomasochists,
are different - masochists would prefer to stay
'in the closet', because it's shameful.
Sadomasochists prefer to increase the shame,
because feeling ashamed of yourself for doing
this dirty little act - it's arousing in itself...
but mostly because you know you're going
to get punished for the "sick,disgusting, perverted
dirty little nasty" acts. These words are
arousing to the masochist. Humiliation
fuels his/her passion.
For example to be told his penis
is too small, worthless, useless and
infantile, this really gets the male sub hot!
Even if he's well-endowed, he'll
probably adore small penis humiliation (SPH).
This directly ties in to the Cuckoldry
Fetish, which is really booming these days.
But this is a subject for another day.
Don't read this if you're emotional or feeling
sensitive today.
For a while recently I was avoiding
writing about major FETISH issues... Then I
thought, hell,I've already written deeply
penetrating articles about fetish....
This blog is partly about
fetish, sexual repression...orgasm repression
and ways to overcome such a problem.
(see the Female Orgasm Clinic, which
is a blog I also write, on Tumblr).
In the Female Orgasm CIinic
site I tell stories about real cases of
real women with deep, long-lasting
orgasm repression issues. One or two
of these women didn't even know what
an orgasm was...had never experienced
release in their entire lives!
They didn't know what they
were missing. They just knew
something was very wrong.
In almost all cases we find a cure.
But extreme measures sometimes must be
taken.
When I speak of extreme measures
I'm talking about giving the woman a good
caning, just to warm things up.
Then I find a sizable vibrator helps, with radio controlled various speeds. It's often a good idea to leave
the vibrator inside the woman for up to an hour and
leave her alone to think about things, anticipate
what may be coming next.
Of course she is naked and strapped down
to a table on her stomach, her hips
appropriately raised.
Meanwhile you can change speeds on
the vibrator from a remote location.
It's important to use the kind of
vibrator that plugs into the wall. We are
not amateurs here, but experienced
professionals working at a difficult
task.
My assistant, who is a licensed
psychologist will observe her from behind
a one-way glass, laying a bit of a whipping
across the patient's buttocks, every ten
minutes or so. The female patient, naturally,
is lying face down on a padded table.
It's important to use a light touch,
and then throw a few vicious lashes on.
The reason the patient is left
alone for various lengths of time,
this way she can anticipate what is coming
next with trepidation and intensifying
arousal.
The idea is to break all resistance
down. At the same time we are breaking
down all parental prohibitions, limitations
and restrictions - the parental and religious
script that plays like a negative tape loop
in her head.This is what's making her sick.
By the time I am finished with her,
she won't be listening to those voices
anymore.She will stop fighting the pleasure
that is overwhelming her and start enjoying herself.
She is restrained with straps
and she will need to be when I begin
electrical therapy. The first shock
comes as quite a surprise and that's
the intent.Patients have been know to buck
right off the table, when the first jolt hits
them.
And there are other
surprises in store for her,
as well. Surprise is an
important part of the therapy.
The psyche must be shaken loose
from its usual moorings.
Rarely, but in difficult
cases, I have had resort
to power tools.
The whippings will
continue all through the night.
Not hard canings. Just hard
enough to keep the gal's mind
on other things, so she won't
notice when new therapies
are about to be applied.
The use of many kinds
of distraction is a useful tool
in our arsenal.
Remember, don't try
these methods at home. Each
case is very different and my
assistants are extremely experienced
in each of the therapies.
For example, no one goes
near the electrodes until they've
worked at the clinic for three
months.
Horrible things can happen
with an inexperienced worker.
For example, you can't douse the
patient's body with water
if the electrodes are still
attached to her sensitive parts.
Considerable attention to detail
is necessary.
My assistant is adept is very adept
at caning, and she enjoys it, which is important.
There is libido repression in men, also.
Of course, men can cum easily.
But there are shallow orgasms and deep
ones, and there is a huge difference
between the two types of orgasm in men.
A shallow orgasm is not satisfying.
When a man is having a deep orgasm,
he's not going to be quiet about it. He'll
howl, shout, bleat... and make other
sounds you normally only hear
in a farmyard.
Also, if he starts to pant
heavily...you know he's having a good
time. Men ought to be caned, too,
to take them down to that deeper
level of arousal.
But that's not my job. I'll
leave that to you ladies among us!
All the weird and wonderful secret perverted
acts sniffing nylons and panties and shoes,
beating off with a girdle wrapped around
your head... and a bra tied around your balls...
and then the busty Scandinavian maid catches you, puts
you over her nylon knee...and whips
your little bum with a bamboo
cane...
This is the maid who always
stood by and smiled and snickered when mother
spanked you bareassed with a wooden spoon...
And when mommy goes away, she got the job
of spanking you herself.
No one is likely to forget such
events in their childhood, for the rest of
their days... in fact, these events will
turn into an overpowering fetish in later
years. And without the spark of this
fetish, the man will not be able to achieve
erection.
Not without grovelling on the floor
and crawling across the rug, his ass in the
air, to suck the toes of his mistress.
This man might be a high-powered
minister in the legislature, but still
he will need to perform this humiliating act
repeatedly.
You see what I mean? All kinds of
obsessions might rise up with no warning
later in life... Who knew that sniffing your mothers
shoes would turn into a full-bore foot fetish?
A passion for feet that every once in a while grabs you
and forces you to dive under dinner tables
and lick the instep of some unsuspecting
paying customer...
Now all the above fetishes do not apply
to me - just most of them.
I have been surprised by "a warm rush of blood
to the balls" (my father's definition of love)
when I see a woman's well tuned
ankle in a well-made boot, especially if she's
bobbing the high heeled shoe in a teasing, nodding
motion - rather as fisherman does when he has a
lure in the water...
The bright fisherman's hook fascinates the beady-eyed
bottom-feeding fish;the high-heeled taunting woman's
shoe fascinates the more wide-eyed human male
who also wants to be a bottom feeder.
All right... I like kneeling between a good pair
of nylon legs...and I like dominant woman.
I also like extremely submissive women who kneel
before me begging to be punished...
I had a chance to spank a considerable number of
women's bottoms when working briefly as the partner
of a highly skilled dominatrix...I wasn't getting
paid. I did it because I liked it. The dominatrix
needed a male to play the part of a stern professor,
policeman, Nazi, daddy...or I could just be what I am -
a true sadist.
The fact is I enjoy seeing a woman's
buttocks clench and squirm while I whip
a cane across her bum cheeks...and when I whip
her ass harder.... I truly love to see her butt
squirm faster - as she tries to avoid the
harder quicker strikes.
And I like to be spanked and caned myself
So you see, I know about fetishes - a variety
of them. I also have compulsions I don't want to admit to
at the moment.
One thing I want to say is I am certain
that the study of fetishes - this study is at the
very core of the human psyche: it's at the
hub/center/matrix of compulsion and motivation.
If the conditions of one's fetish are not fulfilled,
the psyche turns against itself.And there will be
rebellion in the city of your mind.
Deep impulses repressed become rage; and rage
is the ultimate perversion of the mind. Rage turned
inward, of course, becomes depression.
How much better it would be to just
have your ass whipped by a strong woman in leather...
and get wildly aroused...over a considerable period of
time... and be ordered to blow your load
on her knee, her shoe, or in your own shoes!
No one is hurt...your passion
is spent... and your homicidal urges recede.
It's fun, too! But it's also a serious
matter. Ignoring your own fetish will ruin your sex drive.
If you never do the disgusting, perverted, dirty things
you need to do. If you don't share such shameful
things with your wife or partner
your sex life will disappear.
It takes courage to share what you're most
ashamed of with the person who owns half your
earthly goods. She might walk out.
But believe me, if she doesn't let
you do all the dirty shameful things
you want to do to her...chances are she's
doing the same dirty deeds with someone else.
You've got to break it to her or him slowly.
I find it's easiest to break the news to your
spouse, when you're having sex, fondling
her perhaps.
There are some items you don't
want to surprise your partner with, though.
I talked one husband into confessing to his wife
his deepest need. He wanted to have sex
with her, while he was wearing a rubber pig's
mask and making grunting noises.
It took her a little while to get used
to that.
After a month passed she confided
to me that they'd had a lot more sex than
usual that month, which was great. But she found
it a bit disgusting.
I talked to the husband and told
him the problem. I asked him whether
a clown's mask would work as well. He
decided it would.
So he started having sex with
his wife as he was wearing a full clown's
mask, red rubber ball nose and all.
The nose made a little honking
sound if she squeezed it, which she
did more and more as time passed.
After a while she started squeezing
the nose each time she wanted
him to thrust into her.
I'm told she kept increasing
the speed of the honks, until
he was thrusting as quick as he
could. This was a sadistic measure
of control which she quite enjoyed.
Some weeks later I asked her
if the sex was still just as good as it was
with the pig's mask on.
She informed me that, yes,
the sex is still just as good.
" But I'll never take him as seriously again
for the rest of my life!"
Maybe that's a good thing.
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