Ahead of Time

“You’re going to be locked up for a long time,” she said casually.

She was laying against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just made love, and were basking in the afterglow. Well, at least she was basking; I hadn’t come — nor had I for the past couple of weeks — and was still aroused.

“I know you don’t like to know ahead of time when I’m going to let you out, but I just wanted  you know that it’s going to be, well, a long time.  We haven’t played at a really long term in a while, and I was thinking that I wanted to try it again.”

I failed to suppress a whimper, and she looked up at me. “I hope you’re not complaining,” she admonished. “I mean, I unlocked you at the end of the summer, and you spent all autumn free as a bird. Winter’s almost half over;  in fact. I can’t remember when you’ve had so much free time.”

It was true; I’d been unlocked for months, but it wasn’t exactly a Roman orgy around here.

“Yeah, but what with both of us getting the flu, plus the holidays, work, and all that, we barely had any sex at all, so it’s not like I’ve been running wild,” I explained. “I mean, for a couple of months, we even thought there was something in our water, since we just couldn’t get excited.”

She shrugged, and lay her head back down on my chest. “Anyway, since I’m going to lock you up tonight,  I wanted to spend some quality time with you; it’s going to be the last time that your cock is going to be free for quite a while, and I had to get enough of it to keep me motivated.”

I whimpered again. Despite not having as much sex as I would have liked, I had certainly gotten used to touching myself whenever I felt like it, and feeling her warm ass as we lay spooning, and of course, being allowed to come pretty much every time we did have sex — as infrequently as it had been. And although we keep talking about long term denial as a fantasy — a really hot fantasy for both of us — the fact is that it’s been quite a while since we played at that, and I wasn’t totally looking forward to actually doing it. Sure, I knew it was only a matter of time before she wanted me back in the chastity device, but as the weeks seemed to slip by, I just fell out of the groove.

Until tonight.

Full Scale Models

You may remember that I’m often surprised to see that so many people hit this blog not because of orgasm denial, chastity devices, or even general kinkiness, but because of a few posts of mine lauding the sexiness of  Marina Sirtis. Indeed, it’s a rare day that Ms. Sirtis is not on one of the top 10 searches for those who land here.

Recently, I’ve noticed another non-kinky topic set that frequently makes the top search terms: Lizzie Miller and/or BBW Model or Plus Size Model.

Seriously, I write dozens of posts about female domination, orgasm denial, kinky sex, or some weird fetish, and Google ignores me. But just a couple of posts in which I rant about some women who are sexy, despite not being a size 2 or under, and suddenly I’m ranked. Life is funny that way.

Anyway, while I’m on the subject of plus sized models, the other day V Magazine (one of those exclusive fashion mags that showcase clothing that costs almost as much as my first car) took the cue from Glamour Magazine and the several other magazines which have done this, and launched their own campaign of plus-sized models. And while I’m imagining an editorial board jumping on the trendy bandwagon a la Zoolander, I’m quite pleased at the photos that have been released in advance of the publication of The Size Issue.

But before we go on to ogle the women presented here, we should cover a few points.

One is that despite being called “plus size” models, they are still smaller than the average woman in the US or UK. The models in the photo shoot range from size 8 to size 12, which in real terms, simply means that they have a body fat percentage that just allows them to float when they go for a swim. Most women walking around are closer to a size 16; while these models are closer in size to the average woman, they still are not totally representative.

Another point is that the women pictured here are incredibly attractive. That’s because they are models. Models, of course, not only have particularly symmetrical features, they also have a team of people to style their hair, apply makeup, adjust the lighting, fuss with the poses, and to fetch their orange mocha frappachinos. Anybody that has ever seen “glamour shots” of non-models can attest to the eye-enhancing power of good makeup and proper lighting.

And while we are  drooling appreciating these models, let’s remember that we like what we like, and that it’s perfectly alright if some people are turned off by a muffin top, just the way that some people are turned off by women that look breakable in a good romp. In fact, let’s all go a bit further and try to learn to appreciate the infinite variety in the human form, and to find not just the physical, but the inherent, inner beauty.

More shots of these, and other beautiful (if unattainable) women can be found at http://models.com.

Steel Chastity Devices: You’re doing it wrong

I love the British press.

From the Sun (UK):

Man’s penis gets stuck in a pipe

By STAFF REPORTER

Published: 07 Jan 2010

A MAN had to have his penis cut free by SEVEN firefighters after he got it stuck in a steel PIPE.

The crew used a METAL GRINDER for the delicate 30-minute operation, after doctors at Southampton General Hospital tried to release him without success.

The medics failed because the restricted blood flow had caused the man to become aroused.

A crew from the Hampshire Fire and Rescue Service used the four-and-a-half-inch grinder to cut the pipe free on Tuesday morning.

Afterwards, the patient was given an anaesthetic and although his willy was left bruised and swollen it was otherwise unharmed.

The anxious man aged about 40 failed to explain how the pipe had become stuck.

A Hampshire Fire and Rescue Service spokesman said today: “Initially the crew did not have the appropriate cutting equipment to free the man.

“It was a very delicate operation that required a very steady hand and the crew was worried about things getting too hot during the cutting.

“It’s certainly an unusual call-out and I’m sure the man won’t be getting into that situation again.”

It rather reminds me of the guy last year who panicked and needed his own chastity device cut off by the local fire department.

What is it with you crazy kids across the pond, that you keep needing to be cut out of things like this?

G Whiz

I’ve been pretty fortunate to have had lovers to whom orgasm came relatively easily. While I’d like to believe that it’s due to my own skill and attentive nature, the fact is that for reasons not completely understood, a large number of women do not have orgasms during intercourse, and many can barely orgasm from masturbation. Back in the 70s and 80s, barely a month passed without the women’s magazines promoting G-spot stimulation in order to facilitate sexual satisfaction. Men were encouraged to poke around with their fingers to find the Grafenberg spot, a small area that was presumed to carry a bundle of nerve endings and located about two or three inches in on the upper wall of the vagina. Personally, I’ve had a great time over the years exploring the area, and I hope that my partners have enjoyed my explorations.

That’s why I was surprised to see this article in the UK Times Online news:

What an anti-climax: G-spot is a myth

A sexual quest that has for years baffled millions of women — and men — may have been in vain. A study by British scientists has found that the mysterious G-spot, the sexual pleasure zone said to be possessed by some women but denied to others, may not exist at all.

First of all, the G-spot has been somewhat controversial, both as to the location, and to agreement of it’s actual existence. This was probably the largest single study on it since it was “discovered” in the 1950s.

In the research, 1,804 British women aged 23-83 answered questionnaires. All were pairs of identical or non-identical twins. Identical twins share all their genes, while non-identical pairs share 50% of theirs. If one identical twin reported having a G-spot, this would make it far more likely that her sister would give the same answer. But no such pattern emerged, suggesting the G-spot is a matter of the woman’s subjective opinion.

While 56% of women overall claimed to have a G-spot, they tended to be younger and more sexually active. Identical twins were no more likely to share the characteristic than non-identical twins.

This point seems to give credence to those who have claimed that the G-spot was more of a mental state, than a physical entity.

The quest for the G-spot will not be abandoned. The Journal of Sexual Medicine, which is publishing Burri’s and Spector’s work this week, is planning a debate, with publication of research from the pro and anti G-spot camps.

I continue to offer my services toward this worthy study…

Meanwhile, David Matlock, a Beverly Hills cosmetic surgeon, is credited with creating an artificial version of the G-spot. In some cases this has resulted in an over-sensitive zone which induces orgasms when, for example, women drive over bumps in the road.

And this last paragraph mentions something about which I had no idea. An artificial G-spot? Really?