Heres a video ive just come across on one of my favorite you tube channels. SubSoulUK. IT’S an amazing channel full of brilliant songs so check them out

http://www.buzzfeed.com/lukelewis/london-movie-location-map

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Alex Clare , Sub Focus – Endorphins (Dismantle Remix) – Electronica

http://www.beatport.com/track/endorphins-dismantle-remix/4327684

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Started with a full Herb and Garlic loaf from the shops, thrown in the oven.

All prawns were cleaned. Roll in flour, dip in milk, then roll once again in a mixture of flour, slap ya mama seasoning and habanero powder. Deep fry until golden brown.

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Mayonnaise was mixed with a little sriracha sauce, then blended together and spread on the bottom of bun. Layer with lettuce, tomatoes, then pickles. Pile high with seafood. Enjoy!!!!

This is stressful…

    In middle school there is a curious thing that starts to happen. If you’re not outcasted in middle school like I was, kids start to have their first boy friends and girlfriends. Me? I just heard about it. They’re not really ‘relationships’, but you don’t really know what that means at 13.
  

   Though I wish it could be like it was when we had simple idea’s about love. Seems a lot easier when you look at it from the outside. I know I’ve said some not-so-great things about my ex, but I learned a lot. I learned what’s okay and what isn’t. I learned what it feels like to hurt someone and be hurt. I’m super confident in myself that my next relationship will be 8x better than my last.
  

   Which brings me to tonight’s topic: My current boyfriend. Not really at the relationship stage yet, but almost. Maybe. I dunno… I mentioned in my last post that I actually have a boyfriend. His name is Dan. He’s an open minded, kind, caring, artsy, and over all good person. He also plays the bass. A nice, sexy touch.
  

   But like everyone else, he has flaws. Flaws that are probably to much for me… He’s really socially awkward and shy. He isn’t very romantic at all. I like his qualities, but not his personality, or rather, the way he deals with things. Does that make sense? I don’t even know…
  

   We were friends for a while, then I asked him out shortly after I got out of my 3 year relationship with my ex. Mistake number 1. I asked him out when I wasn’t really that attracted to him. Mistake number 2. I tried to introduce him to BDSM about 2 weeks in. BIG mistake number 3. I’ve never had to introduce someone before, don’t judge… It’s been about 2 and 1/2 months now, and things are… eh. He’s pretty much told me he’s not into it, but he could explore a little. But I dunno if I can settle for someone half trying… Early on we just decided to date to see where it would go, but it’s clearly not going anywhere. Admittedly one of the dumbest things I’ve done is go out with a friend I don’t like that way. Ugh.
  

   I have to break up with him. I have to . I just don’t want to . Neither of us will be incredibly heart broken, but still, break ups suck…
  

   So about his intro. I was so nervous and just really missing being spanked, I thought that I might as well. I told him to look it up on the internet! Mistake number 4! I feel like I’ve talked with him as much as I could, and he still doesn’t seem to get it. Just that it’s kinky and could be fun. I can tell he’s not that into it because he’s shy and afraid of hurting me. Oh, well. Hold me to this, internet: I will break up with him by the end of this month!
  

   So much for confidence in my next relationship… Contact me with any advice on how and when I should intro my next boyfriend to BDSM. First tip to myself: Actually like him. Duh. Me and my dumb college brain.

Thanks for reading! I love strangers, so shoot me an e-mail! (But don’t be creepy)…

My Master once told me, “Love is chemistry but sex is physics.” We both have studied science, so we both chuckled pretty hard about that line. 

However, it has recently come to my attention that there is plenty of sex in chemistry, based on the names of some very interesting (and provocative) molecules. (Note: I got the below information from http://www.chm.bris.ac.uk/sillymolecules/sillymols.htm.)

Anol: A molecule apparently used in the flavor industry (?!) that also goes by the name 4-(1-propenyl)phenol.

Arsole: This is the arsenic equivalent of pyrrole. If six of them are bonded together you get “sexiarsole.” HA!

Clitorin: A flavenol glycoside (pictured above). Mmmm. Yes. Gimme some attention there.

Erotic acid: This, unfortunately, is not an aphrodisiac. Its true name is “orotic acid,” but it has been misspelled so often in the chemical literature that it is also known as erotic acid. Another name for this molecle is “vitamin B13.” Booooring.

FucK: The abbreviation for a fucose-kinase enzyme in E. coli. Apparently, some Japanese biochemists weren’t aware that abbreviating the enzyme in this way would be … inapppriate. Personally, I’d like to invoke this molecule as soon as possible.

Who said science can’t be funny?

Uber is a place I stumbled upon on the internet some time ago. It’s a professional BDSM dungeon in Sydney that hosts events and workshops.

I was initially keen to attend a monthly event called Uber Play. But I haven’t found anyone I’m fond of and trust enough to attend with me as yet. I did attend the BDSM Bonanza they held last month by myself. I was a little nervous pre arrival. It turned out about 70% of the guests were first timers so I wasn’t exactly alone. I dressed casually in my slim black Mistress boots, navy blue skinny jeans, black singlet top and lightweight knit over the top for warmth. The staff were very welcoming and helpful throughout the time I was there. The workshops ran for a total of 3 hours with an option of a “stay and play” for a further 3 hours. I took a leap of faith and paid for the whole 6 hours. I thought what the hell, let’s put some of this new found knowledge into practice!

I was there to learn about Rope, Caning, Hot Wax and Kitchen Utensil CBT. The last workshop in the list was what I was most interested in. I really wanted to learn more about this form of play that had entered my consciousness in recent times called Cock and Ball Torture! Oh and there was also a vac bed demo! More on that later.

After an introduction to each of the presenters for the event we were divided into four groups to “circuit class” through the four workshops. First off for me was CBT in the medical room. Frostbite was the teacher. She was professional, respectful and knowledgeable and appeared to take great delight in her ‘work’. She systematically showed us the type of kitchen utensils you can use and how to use them creatively to smack, stroke and slap the cock and balls. I was surprised at how much men’s genitalia can stand. But then it’s also up to the individual and their pain threshold. Still, I’d always handled them with care in the past, especially the balls, so this was something new I’d have to get used to. I had also been watching CBT and POT videos for ideas on how to tease and torment men with a mixture of pain and pleasure that can go on for as long as you like. She had a willing volunteer for the class, a cross dresser with his panties off, but the rest of his outfit, including stockings, intact. She proceeded to introduce each implement, outlining it’s material and which materials we should and shouldn’t use for safety reasons. While speaking she would demonstrate her technique, slapping and hitting his penis with a flat spoon, spatula or spreader. I was fascinated. I’d watch what she was doing and watch his face and see him jump. I’m sure I was smiling. It must have been a little too much for him though because he actually felt a bit ill and had to retire as volunteer. No matter, there was a back up CBT model. So she set to work again on another willing victim. He handled it well and managed to get through the workshop in one piece. I don’t know how he went with three more workshops to go though. His poor penis would have received an absolute flogging. But then again, that’s what he came for right?

Next was the rope class. It was very quick and it gave me a chance to refresh my rope tying skills that I had learnt earlier in the year on the lovely gentlemen sitting next to me.

Wax was the third workshop. This was one I wanted to learn about since my first and last unwanted experience with the hot little stuff. It was very informative and one of the most safety driven workshops. Funnily enough I was actually first to volunteer to have some wax poured on my arm. The soy wax warm and quite nice. It doesn’t solidify so it can be used as a massage oil. This changed my mind a little, I’ll remember that one for another time perhaps. Then a shabari candle, which wasn’t too hot either. The wax solidified but peeled off really easily. Not bad. Paraffin is another wax that is safe to use. But be warned, stay away from beeswax and candles that are narrow in diameter, like birthday cake candles. These are nasty and the can give third degree burns.

Last on my list was caning. Something I don’t think I’ll ever be into, but an interesting workshop nonetheless. The volunteer seemed to love it but I wasn’t keen on the instructor. He was a bit of a smart arse Dom and quite smug. Anyway I sat through the class, gathered all my handouts from each workshop and had some pizza and a refreshment before the play began.

It had become a little hot so I removed the knit to expose my figure. I was never left wanting for male conversation. There were always at least a couple of men, Doms and subs, wanting to engage me in conversation.

After the refreshments there was a vac bed display. A curvaceous woman around fifty years of age volunteered herself and was placed naked completely inside the vac bed. Which is more or less a large latex sheath, about the size of a king single bed, with an air hole. When all the air was sucked out with a vacuum cleaner she was unable to move and became a captive victim. The vac bed was then made available for anyone to try out. I wouldn’t have minded trying it, even though it does worry me a little. I think I might find it claustrophobic, however I’d still be willing to put my fear aside to give it a go if there hadn’t been such a large audience. I’m sure there will be another opportunity in the future.

Refreshments were soon over and it was time for play. So on with the latex gloves for some CBT. Bring it on. I had spoken to the volunteer earlier. He was a male sub, probably in his sixties and doesn’t get any kinky activity at home, so comes to events to satisfy that part of his personality. He was very keen for myself and others to administer a bit of slap and tickle, but actually more slap and no tickle. He stripped naked and stood against the wall while quite a few people gathered around to watch.

The woman before me was really getting into it and was hogging him. I didn’t want her to wear the poor guy out before I got a chance to belt him a bit. Move over lady, it’s my turn! My first tool of torture was the silicon cake icing spreader, long and flat, it was good for giving the penis a nice big slap along it’s length. Whack whack. Hmm that metal spatula looks nasty I’ll give that a go. I pressed it hard against his semi erect penis, pushing parts of his skin through the holes. A few slaps around the penis made him jump a little. I held him firmly for a few seconds and talked to him to make sure he was alright. Yep good to go again. His balls needed a little attention too so I grabbed them at the top between my thumb and index finger and firmly pushed them downwards. He liked that. Before giving them a few slaps with a large flatish silicon spoon. Don’t get too comfortable there. I tried all of the kitchen utensils including a wooden spoon whilst working up a bit of a sweat. There was another woman waiting for her turn so I graciously moved on, but not before he gave me a kiss on the hand in gratitude just like a true gentlemen.

I had a little bit of a rest, a drink and some dessert whilst talking to some other participants. Uber is a fully equipped dungeon. It was the first time I’d been in such a place. There were all manner of floggers on display for use that night. I was watching a young man flog the bare bottom of a young woman who was leaning over a stool. Her pants had been pulled down and her skirt raised over her back. She was thoroughly enjoying being caressed/hit by all manner of different floggers. Whilst watching them I spoke with one of the Uber staff who was a teacher of flogging. He pointed out to me that the young man’s technique wasn’t correct and pointed instead to another couple that were partaking. This man was a former student and had a much more rhythmic and consistent style. It fascinated me so I asked the staff member if he would be kind enough to show me the different floggers. He produced the Uber floggers and some of his own and went through each one from the softest to the hardest. I admit I find them a little scary but I’m still interested in them.

I agreed to let one of the Dom’s tie me, fully clothed, into a kneeling position on all fours so that I couldn’t move. He then flogged my arse with the softest flogger through my jeans. I put my head down and closed my eyes to focus as best I could on the rhythm, blocking out the sound from the conversations around me in the room. It felt fine, good even. So I asked him to try the next flogger up, the one with slightly thicker and harder leather strands. I closed my eyes again and focused. I could feel the slight difference through my jeans and thought I could go up to the next level. It was fine as well, however there was definitely a harder thud to it. I’m really not sure how I would have handled the floggers on my bare skin. Baby steps.

By this time it was around 7pm on a Sunday night and I’d had enough fun for one day so I made a hasty exit home. I’ll be back there again soon enough I’m sure.

Copyright 2013

This is the crazy 8h coffee, served in a wine glass. Im no coffee expert but it was quite dark and bitter.

This is a ginseng milk tea, they also have other healthy flavors. I think you add sugar to taste.

The AMAZING lobster sandwich I had. With celery, onion, roe and a creamy crustacian aioli, all on a warm grilled brioche bread. I cant stress how amazing this was. My friend had a kimchi sourdough with cheese and it looked really good too.

God, I want this now.

Black Forest Cake. I didnt try it but my friend loved it.

Baba au Rum with orange at the bottom, a moist cake, and custard/cream on top. That little straw sticking out has rum in it which you squeeze into the cake  ^^

This is just their basic house brewed coffee, which I loved.

This place has lots of seats and a very nice wooden eclectic decor. Theres also a small patio outdoors. It can get quite busy and they dont take reservations, so try to go during the less busy hours, or when they just open hehe. Their restaurant upstairs Food Academics is also worth visiting. I will post about them next.

Coffee Academics

http://the-academics.com

G/F, 38 Yiu Wa Street,
Causeway Bay, Hong Kong

An Ice Cold Fuck

Some people want to fuck in their car. Others in a cemetery. Personally, I want to fuck in … ICELAND. Yep. Specifically, Glacier Lagoon (also known as Jökulsárlón; see the map; it’s in the southeast corner). 

I’ve always had a fascination – perhaps you might call it an obsession – with glaciers. (Dare I say, they turn me on?) Some years ago, I spent several months in South America and was lucky enough to see several of these natural wonders in both Chile (in Parque Nacional Torres del Paine) and Argentina (Glaciar Perito Moreno). While I would love to return to South America, I think seeing somewhere new and different is more on my agenda, although likely not in the cards for the near future, for both time and money reasons. 

To be honest, Iceland had never really caught my eye until today as I was perusing glacier photos online (yes, I do this from time to time). The ice formations are so magnificent, so powerful, so stunning. Add in the Aurora Borealis and I’m in heaven. The power of nature is something that really intrigues me, and being in a BDSM relationship, power obviously interests me in other arenas as well. Engaging in that sexual power dynamic alongside such natural power seems so perfect, so synchronous, in terms of symbolism.

Practically speaking, I’m not quite sure how fucking outdoors near a glacier would work. Glaciers are all about ice and freezing cold water, so I’m guessing Jökulsárlón is pretty darn chilly, if not downright frigid. 

But hey, a slut can dream, right?

(Photos: http://www.environmentalgraffiti.com/news-15-pictures-icelands-magical-jökulsárlón-glacier-0?image=13;
map: http://www.exodus.co.uk/assets/images/trips/maps/trips/czs.jpg)

I’m curious, and would like to hear from anyone reading this post: What are some interesting, different, or strange places you would like to fuck?

A Corset A Day: #1

Corsets absolutely fascinate me. Once I finish my graduate school entrance exam, I plan on reading a book about them (The Corset: A Cultural History, by Valerie Steele).

In the meantime, I will sate my curiosity by exploring corsets visually, and by posting photos of ones I especially like.

I think this one is incredible. It takes the “caged corset” to a whole new level. The model is not only enclosed around the waist and bust, but around her neck and face as well. So confining, yet so liberating …

(Photo: In kind of a mood..cage corset neck and head cage by ~AtelierSylpheCorsets)

With the rain starting to fall again and making the roads slippery, We at SUB would like to remind everyone to ride extra cautious. Sub events is downshifting once again to short distances. Get together and night outs will be our next BIG thing this Rainy season.. the return of SUB nights! ! the story on scooter and underbone touring continues. Watch out for our schedule of events this June 2013.

Love this. 

  I’m pretty sure I knew I was a sub before I knew that I was a feminist. But not long after. I didn’t know what to call being a sub back then, but right around the age of 14 or 15 the only sex that I pictured having was me being tied up and spanked and so forth… But my freshman year of high school I really got into feminism. I joined protests and clubs and projects with my church.
  

   This is weird, but I actually didn’t like women into BDSM for a while… Mainly because I was suppressing my own feelings towards subbing and bondage. I thought it was objectifying and degrading, but somehow I liked it. The idea, anyway.
  
   My first boyfriend (and relationship) tried really hard to introduce me to a Dom/sub relationship about a year and a half after we were together. I liked the idea at first, until he said the word ‘slave’. Something about that word made me want to cry. I thought that it meant I had to do whatever he said even if I didn’t want to, and I wasn’t about to agree to that. Not while being only 15 and not knowing what I even wanted, anyway. I was wrong, as he explained a little bit about what it would mean. I had to admit to him eventually that I liked the idea. At that point, I was more of a bottom than a slave(he was fairly new to being a Dom as well. ‘Slave’ was the wrong word to use).while slowly and steadily I started to realize I wanted more.

   I still wasn’t sure what to call myself (the only word I knew at 15 was ‘masochist’) so I dove into research. Here’s another weird thing about me: The more I read other sub blogs, the more I didn’t want to be one. I was battling with my own feminism. I found myself not thinking very highly of subs. But I had to come to terms with it. I had to otherwise I would keep hiding what I really wanted. I even found other feminist who were subs.

   The more I read about what it means to be a sub and what it means to be a Master or Dom, the more I understood the trust and respect that needs to occur for the relationship to be healthy. A true sub will not submit to just anybody, as a good Dom would not ask a sub to submit without earning her/his respect. Nowadays, I feel I have a pretty good understanding of things. At least I think I do… There needs to be a real relationship first.

   As I’ve said before, I’m not looking for a 24/7 D/s relationship. But I don’t want to be completely vanilla, either. Since I’m not going to have sex before I’m married, I need him to want to be a Dom outside the bedroom. Spankings, hair pulling, forceful and commanding tone and attitude, name calling, things of that sort. Thus adding to the obstacles. “Hey boyfriend, spank me and call me your fucktoy, but don’t have sex with me or treat me like I’m an object…” I don’t see that going so great…
  

   There’s a blog post on tumblr that I really like: “I’m going to let you in on a little secret here, my favourite hubsters. The submissive partner is usually the one in charge. Have I just blown your minds or what? Because the thing is, usually, they decide the limits. Obviously it’s not the same in all relationships. Personally, when it’s me, I am not in charge. But that’s because I don’t really have any limits and I’m really open during sex. But for other submissive’s, they have hard defined limits that are set before the scene and the dominant is not to go over those limits. It’s also the submissive who say’s the safe-word, signalling that play needs to end. How much more in control of a scene do they need to be?” Thanks, Feminist hub! Here’s a link to the whole post: http://thefeministhub.tumblr.com/post/3260211116/feminism-and-bdsm-how-compatible-are-they

   Here’s what wikipedia has to say: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminist_views_on_BDSM

   There’s a blog here on wordpress with a great post about an article. It’s worth checking out: http://feministphilosophers.wordpress.com/2009/01/05/feminism-and-submissive-desires/

   Message me via email or leave a comment on any questions or disagreement or whatever you’ve got. I’d love to talk!