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As someone who spent too many years upstate, I'd spare the Mistresses the grief of frigid winters and sweaty summers and just encourage those residing in the north to come down to the city and have some fun.

I've read your post a half-dozen times and it still makes me clench up. This is a good reminder to never, ever get on your bad side. (Also is a group of porcupines really a 'prickle'? The best animal grouping I know is a rumble of pugs

Okay, okay, how about we promise to leave the porcupines out of it if I come up with the pad myself? Hell, I might even carry it in the front of my underwear to the Fortress if it means not winding up with quills where quills definitely don't belong =O

A better question might be: who wouldn't? Also, I call dibs.

I have to admit that I haven't seen any of Godard's films (though I know his name). The paraphrased quote rings true though, as evidenced by the steady and speedy decline of the Hollywood Blockbuster. I actually think this 'budgeting' issue shows up in other areas too, such as when a famous author grows too comfortable with lax editors, an eager public, and an easy life style--this 'budget' definitely dilutes their later work (though, masochist that I am, I keep reading these later works hoping that somehow the trend will reverse itself; it never does).

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Awww shit*. And by 'shit' I mean 'yeahh!'

Oh, when I said 'This might explain why it's so bad', I meant 'bad' relative to expectations of works of art with no deadlines and higher budgets. I haven't seen the movie in question though, so I may not be the most qualified to weigh in on it Nor have I heard of Oulipo, but a group of writers and mathematicians exploring writing with limits sounds right up my alley. This is probably a tad tangental but it makes me think about how attitudes towards 'infinity' have changed throughout the course of history. These days, people want more--infinitely more--and say they're most happy when they have an infinite degree of choice in their lives. But in more 'classical' times (think Romans, Greeks), there was a lot of disdain and even fear towards the infinite. These people saw tremendous value in constraint, and believed that by removing the rails there was a loss of focus and structured innovation that was corrosive to mental and spiritual pursuits.

I hadn't heard of Aragami before this post, but the name of it sounded more Japanese to me than Korean so I decided to look it up: This might explain why it's so bad

Maybe it's my overactive imagination or my love of bond movies, but to me there's something amazing about predicament play--situations where through pain, suffering, and discomfort one may 'earn' a reward or avoid an even greater punishment. Part of it is the self-infliction I think, the idea that you're doing this to yourself and no matter how uncomfortable the outcome is, you only have yourself to blame. Either way, I was flipping through some old ebooks and such the other day when I came across a section all about this stuff (called "Passive Torture" in the book, Owning & Training the Male Slave by Ingrid Bellemare). I figure some of you might enjoy the read! ===== Passive Torture If the Mistress wishes to torture her slave with the minimum of effort then one of the following techniques can be employed. My favourite position of bondage is to have the slave straddle a stool on which can be placed a variety of objects designed to make life very uncomfortable. The slave's hands are bound tightly behind his back and his head harness is tied to a hook in the ceiling. Thus he is unable to move off the stool. Objects placed on the top of the stool include: • Triangular wooden block with a narrow flat edge at the top • Cylinder about 10 to 15 cm in diameter • Oversized butt plug With the triangle in place different items can be placed on the top edge. My favourites are; • Double strip of carpet gripper, side by side • Stinging nettles • Soft cushioned pad impregnated with itching powder The top edge of the triangular block is just a little too high so that having both feet flat on the floor is just too painful. In this position his perineum cock and balls are exposed to whatever rests on the top of the block. So to ease the discomfort the slave has to raise himself up on his toes. Time is the big enemy, since eventually his muscles tire and he must adjust his position to relieve the stress. But that causes new stresses and pressures so there needs to be another shift and so on. It creates a downward spiral where shifting position becomes more and frequent whilst his crotch is being assaulted by top of the block. When he gets to the point where he is shifting continuously he is properly 'riding the block'. It usually requires about 30 minutes torment to reach that point and during the build up time it is possible to have some very productive discussion with the slave regarding unsatisfactory elements of his servitude. Once he is fully riding it is virtually impossible to have a coherent conversation since the slave's mind is pretty much occupied in easing his distress. The time I make him ride depends on the infraction being corrected but it is never less than one hour. The use of carpet gripper, nettles, or itching powder is painful torture indeed. But it is very satisfying watching him struggle, legs spread wide, up on his toes. Sooner or later his feet tire and he drops only to find increased torture of the sensitive flesh between his legs. An hour like this is really severe punishment and is reserved for the most serious infractions of my rules or when I am feeling particularly sadistic. But it does no permanent harm and a session makes the slave very penitent. The punishment is made even more severe for the slave if the CBs are removed as there is then no protection for his balls and cock. The great thing about these punishments is that they require very little effort from me. In fact the only effort it requires from me is to make it stop. I can read a book, watch TV, and if the slave is gagged I do not even need to listen to his please for mercy. Another passive torture I set it up with the slave seated on the stool. His bound arms are chained to the ceiling hook and his scrotum to a heavy weight just resting on the floor. If no weight is available then a leg spreader with a chain from his balls to a central attachment point can be used to prevent him from rising. After about 15 minutes I take the stool away. The anguish in my slave's face is clear to see so I replace it five minutes later but with a couple of nettle leaves, itching powder or the drawing pins resting on the top. I then lie back on my bed to 'watch the show'. The slave is faced with two choices: • Raise himself up from the stool to ease the pain in his buttocks and put strain on his thighs and scrotum • Lower himself to the stool, and let the nettles etc. torture his buttocks I first set this up as a punishment because I was dissatisfied with the effort the slave was making when he pleasured me. As I spoke to him quietly explaining exactly what I required from him he became more and more distressed and when I let him down after 60 minutes there were tears streaming down his face. But he dropped to his belly and kissed my feet as I had trained him to do and the fervent desire to please me was like never before. I had the best tongue job ever and that aspect of his servitude improved from then on. He now knows exactly what will happen if I get less than maximum effort from his tongue. This kind of passive torture has now become one of my favourite techniques. It satisfies my sadistic side to watch the slave endure what is extreme discomfort. There is no effort needed on my part, no risk of damage to the slave and I can relax with a long cool drink. I can ring the changes by putting different items of discomfort on the stool and if he is blindfolded he will only discover what they are when his legs tire. A dental gag which forces the mouth wide open is very effective preventing the slave from making any recognisable sound. For the imaginative Mistress the possibilities are endless. =====

After the first 5 syllable sentence, I thought this was a haiku.

.....*swoon*

Well it was very hard to choose someone for my first experience, but after much deliberation I decided to put myself in Mistress Zhao's capable, terrifying hands. The clock is ticking down, with one week to go... *gulp*

Considering I thought we were talking about actual cupcakes, all I can say is...I am not a smart man.

For what it's worth, I didn't get laid until 23. But it doesn't really matter--what's more important is to figure out who you are and to embrace it. All the milestones society might attribute to maturing are nothing compared to honesty with who you really are.

Just wanted to thank everyone for the helpful responses! I reached out to booking and am chatting with Mistress Kang, so this thread had a happy ending--though I too now want some cupcakes!

Thanks Dannyboy! I didn't mean to post a stale/old question, and apologize if I stepped on any toes--just excited I suppose!

Tale as old as time I'm sure, but after finding Fetish Fortress by freak fortune (hooray for alliteration!), my biggest dilemma has become: How do I decide who to have a scene with? I've only seen independents before, and while my comfort level with all sorts of kinks is rather high, I myself tend towards a very psychological style that involves dehumanization, heavy discipline, humiliation, and behavior modification. Of course part of that includes going outside comfort zones, so even a list like that feels insufficient. Either way, as an FF first-timer, I'd love a little guidance from those a bit more seasoned than myself. Thanks truly!