Medieval Hi-Jinks

Mistress and Slave actually got the day off from the sullen teen today....

Yes, I know, we came all the way across the Atlantic in the dead if winter just to see our beloved daughter who has been studying abroad here since August.  Are we whining after only 5 days?

Well... yes. It seems for about 3 days she was glad to see us, and by the fourth she was playing "I don't know these people", walking so far ahead of us on busy streets that it seemed I had to call on all of the "trade-craft" I'd learned from spy novels to keep a "subject' under surveillance just to keep track of her.

It came to a head yesterday afternoon, when she used a quay at a subway gate exit to get so far ahead of us that we "lost her".  I had considered leaping the gate to stay on target, the way the guy in those Bourne movies would have done.... but .... Nah. She's a big girl who could find her own way home.

Bummer.

Mistress texted that we would meet her back at the apartment.... and that we were in no hurry to get back.

I'm not sure what she expected when we finally caught up with her at our apartment.... was she expecting a lecture?  Instead I congratulated on her evasiveness, and proposed that she consider a career with the CIA.

The good news was that she invited a fellow student from Denmark to come visit for last night and tonight..... indeed, she had to meet her at a nearby subway stop at 11 pm.

Most good parents would insist on coming along.... a foreign city at night, their 18 year old out on the street in a too short dress.

But we had priorities.... and the thought of an empty apartment for at least 30 minutes was too appealing for us.

As soon as the door shut, I was buried between Mistress's legs.... devouring with gusto. and when she was satisfied with my oral attentions, she returned the favor.

"I want to suck my cock now Slave....."

Who was I to say "non".

That devolved into some robust, sweaty and very loud fucking.  But even after Mistress had given her Slave permssion to come, I knew she was still not completely satisfied.

I used my hand to give her one more mega-cum that left her sobbing against me, face wet with tears.

Clearly there had been some serious pent up sexual energy that had to be discharged.  Suddenly though, we heard the door opening.... we had gotten our "work" done just in time!

But I'm guessing you are wondering.... Mick.... you're in Paris. Where's the art?

Well we have seen a good bit of it.... at the Louve, then yesterday at Varsailles.

And we did see a few pieces that reminded us of some of our blog friends.  This first one, is something that Sin and her Big Bad Dom would appreciate.... with this guy in the house, who needs clamps or clothespins.

I know, you'd like a close-up, wouldn't you?

Youch.

Another painting reminded me of the folks over at All Mine.... particular Tammy, in the corner, hands bound.  Could the subject of this drawing have a CB under that loin cloth?

We'll be sure to keep our eyes open for more art that our readers would be interested in before we head home on Saturday.

Seating for two?

In yesterday's post, Mick gave you a glimpse of an interesting French chair on display at an "Erotic Museum" near the Moulin Rouge. 

It looked liked this:
 

Rather than walking the streets of Paris, I used the search option on my laptop and was able to find a few somewhat comparable items available at Amazon.com.

Now I'll admit that these don't have the fancy fabric and cute little bow back rest, and you would need to arrange for your own slave, sub, or kinky friend to provide the stimulus, but I would rather have human than mechanization anyway, wouldn't you?

  Pipedreams Fetish Fantasy The Incredible Sex Stool with Free Love Mask

The Fetish Fantasy Sex Stool is designed to play hard--it holds up to 300 lbs. and is constructed with a heavy duty tubular steel frame. The opening in the seat's center allows you to get closer and go deeper than ever before, for maximum penetration and maximum pleasure! Best of all, it's discreet enough to pass as a normal chair or stool in your bedroom. 

You know, I can't imagine that a 300 pound person would look at that and think it looks comfortable. And frankly, I don't think I want to be under there when a 300 pound person takes a seat. I also am a tad suspicious as to whether this would pass as a "normal chair" in my bedroom. I think, perhaps, a perceptive person might guess that the tubular steel pieces with a cutout seat of of TPU, thermoplastic polyurethane, is not part of my bedroom suite.

That being said, The Incredible Sex Stool with Free Love Mask gets some very nice reviews, like this one, "This stool is a must have for any couple. all kinds of new positions to explore." And there is a review that offers these words of wisdom, " Be sober the first time you use it." I really wish there had been more explanation about what happened with that couple, but there wasn't.

Oh, and I never did figure out why there is a Love Mask included, nor which position is suppose to wear it. There may be an explanation included in the packaging, I don't know.

Now, if we really want to measure up with the French on this situation, we may need to consider the next step in price and size. And so, may I present, drum-roll, please,...

The Mr-S-Leather Deluxe Rimming Seat with 18" & 12" Legs  

Product Features

·       1" steel pipes, covered in black rubber, are torqued into chrome-plated iron fittings for a strong, solid frame.

·       Unsurpassed in anal, oral and genital gratification!

·       Can accommodate up to 266 lbs.

While a tad pricey, and somewhat visually reminiscent of something my grandmother kept next to her bed in her advancing years, it does have an outstanding five star review titled Ass Eater at Amazon. Here is just a bit of that five star review: "I am not sure if it is the chair or his great tongue work, but I know that I was in heaven for hours. The greatest feeling I think I ever had. Hope to get mine soon, it was just too good to explain."

It does sound as though the reviewer was well pleased with the Mr-S-Leather Deluxe Rimming Seat. Although I guess the relationship didn't continue because I can't imagine a couple needing more than one of these, unless, as suggested with the previous item, they are passing them off as a pair of "normal chairs" in a seating group in the master bedroom.

The weight capacity on this seat is a little less than the Pipedreams Sex Stool, and I must admit to a rather perverse interest in what kind of testing was necessary to learn that the maximum weight load the seat will accommodate is 266 pounds and not 267. Was anyone, seated or serving, hurt during the testing of this product?

I think either of these seats could be very nice indeed, both practical and useful in households like ours. While I will admit to being a bit disappointed to notice that the Free Super Saver Shipping isn't available on these products, I am glad to know they are readily available to those with computer access. Plus, I really didn't care for the material on the French seat!

I shop at Amazon all the time. If while I am ordering cat food and coffee, I see that either of these seats is on sale, I'll be sure to let you know.


Donna

Molly and Mick Do Paris

With our sullen, world traveling teen with us, we've had to keep our erotic adventures on the back burner, but we have had a chance to surreptitiously snap a few photos with a kinkier mind set.

Mistress has had a few windows of opportunity for some "cock riding", but we have to act fast... when our daughter goes for a "jog" it' hardly a marathon.
We have gotten in a lot of walking over the last two days, with some brilliant sunshine making it perfect weather for sightseeing.

Mistress spotted the "erotic Museum" near the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre.  She teased us about wanting to visit, though our Paris Museum passes did not seem to work there.  I demurred not thinking our lovely daughter would be amused. But Mistress wandered into the lobby, taking a photo of this rather primitive "fucking machine".  I bet we have a few readers who would like to try this out.  Note the manacles on the leg.

More later..... it's off to Versailles for us.  Thanks to Donna for keeping the blog going while we are gone.

Bondage

I love being tied, roped, cuffed and harnessed.

To say there is freedom in bondage may seem counter-intuitive to some, but it is absolutely true for me. I never feel any safer, any more cherished, any prettier or any more confident in my body than when I am in bondage.

When being tied, the rope is always soft and beautifully dyed. A person who has invested time and energy in learning this art form has chosen a specific pattern to use, usually to showcase my body in a specific manner. And even when it is other than my Dom tying me, the feeling of trust and safety is there, knowing the person has been well vetted and I can trust there will be fast release knots where needed, that circulation will be checked regularly, and that I will never be left alone once tied.

Feeling confident in my body when tied or harnessed is such a gift, and not a common thing for me. I have always worn leg braces, orthopedic shoes and walked with forearm crutches or been in a wheelchair. That isn't to say I don't look attractive when I go out, but I have always yearned for that totally pulled together package of high boots and a short skirt, or sexy, strapped high heels with a classy black dress, and those aren't in the cards for me this time around.

But when I am naked and bound, the world is an even playing field. Scars become ornamentation, almost enhancements to the rope or leather. Through careful arrangement, my breasts are back up where they were 10 years ago, and the patterns of ties or straps down my abdomen work better than any girdle to give me a flat bellied look. No walking is required, I will be placed where my Dom or Domme wants me to be. And I feel beautiful.

Like all of BDSM, bondage is a built-up of layers, with communication leading to trust that leads to exploration and joy.

Knowing how much I enjoy bondage, when Bill saw something on one of his morning blogs about harnesses going mainstream, he forwarded it to me. Sure enough, the Fall 2012 collection by Hervé Léger is bondage wear over more traditional clothing.

I think Bill may have been leaning toward making the point that I won't really need new clothing when what I have will hardly be noticed once he puts my bondage gear over the top of it. And while I'm sure he is correct to a point, I think it could put some of the more conservative locals into a swoon or maybe even a dead faint, and goodness knows how their wives would react.

However, never let it be said that I am against progress. If a man who looks like the man here would like to wear his harness gear along with his tats and bare butt out in public, I am all for it! If anyone makes him feel uncomfortable, I want him to know he can come sit or stand next to me and I'll do all I can to take his mind off his troubles.

Donna