Sunday, April 13, 2014

Kathleen visits a Gentlemen’s Club


I had an absolutely marvelous time in Vegas. The weather was perfect. The food was fantastic. And the sex was very, very wild. I learned a lot about Derik on this trip. He has a kinky side, he’s not into femdom or BDSM but he has some wild fantasies of his own. After a couple nights of “vanilla” sex (if you want to call sex between a married woman and her well-endowed male companion “vanilla”) Derik let his guard down and felt me out on how I would feel on having a night of being really “naughty”. He proposed that we go to a high-end Gentlemen’s Club together and I could watch him get a lap dance and he could watch me get one. I’ve done some wild things in my life: Femdom groups, played with other Femdom couples, attended a BDSM group, attended a fetish party, attended a CFNM party, etc. But I had never been to a Gentlemen’s Club. Well, you can now scratch that one off the list.
Derik knew my feelings about not wanting to see women being objectified but he assured me it would not be the case, and he was right. Derik also made sure my experience would be first class all the way. We both got dressed up and we were picked up by the club’s stretch limo, just the two of us and the driver who seemed to be a mile away. That had to be the longest limo I had ever been in.
We arrived at the club and the place was huge. I didn’t know what to expect but in my wildest imagination I was not expecting such a classy place. We were escorted to a private table and walking all around the place were some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. All week long Derik made me feel very desirable and sexy. When we left the hotel that night I thought I was one hot looking older woman. After all, I was no Vegas Virgin, I had been to the Vegas nightclubs with Ginger and although we were somewhat out of our league, we always held our own with the young and the beautiful. But once I saw the women at this Gentlemen’s Club, I felt my age and I was definitely intimidated. Derik was like a kid in a candy store, gawking at the women, which bothered me at first, but then I realized he was living out his fantasy on this night. I’m not married to Derik, he’s not my husband, he’s my male companion, my fuck buddy, my friend with benefits. So there was no need to be jealous. After a few drinks, I relaxed and just went with it.
After being approached my many women, this one woman sat at our table. She had some attitude to her, she was beautiful but she was also mature, in her early 30’s. She was European with a heavy accent and she really had her shit together. I liked her right away and Derik could tell I approved of this one. So he asked me if I would be willing to go to VIP with her, just the three of us. I didn’t know what to expect but we had come this far, so what the hell.
We went to this back room and were seated on this private couch, just the three of us. Derik had to buy a bottle of wine in addition to paying for an hour of the woman’s time. It dawned on me how the women at this club are not really being objectified. It is the men who are being used. They are having their wallets raped just to be in the presence of beautiful women. Men were paying top dollar, and I mean big bucks, just to be able to touch these women and see them semi-naked (in this club full nudity is outlawed, the women must always have on their panties). So in reality, it was the women who were in the dominant position.
Sure, the owners of the club were making a fortune but in the smaller picture it was the women making some serious cash at the expense of all these penis-led men who are controlled by their sex drive, thus they are controlled by the women who can manipulate that sex drive. The entire night was quite an education.
Getting back to us, after we each had a glass of wine, the woman gave Derik a lap dance while I watched. She immediately commented on how big Derik’s package was, and she looked at me and said “you’re a lucky girl”. I just smiled. She grinded against Derik’s package and unbutton his shirt and rubber her breasts against his face and chest. They simulated dry humping and the dancer was definitely enjoying herself. I could tell she was trying her best to rub her panty covered clit against Derik’s pants covered erection. She was really getting into it. And so was Derik. At one point she said to me, “He’s a great lover, I can tell. Most guys that come in here don’t know how to do it. They just want to grind fast and hard. Your man knows what he’s doing. Few American men are great lovers. In my country, the men know how to be slow and passionate.”
I jumped in, “you mean they know how to worship women.” She just smiled and said “that’s why I like older men. They know how to worship women. Younger men do not.” I told her to seek out submissive American men and she will find men who know how to worship women. Of course Derik is not submissive but he does respect women, which is why we connected. Derik has a submissive side and he is eager to please the woman he is with, but he is different from James. Derik is too driven by testosterone and male ego. Perhaps being endowed with a huge penis makes it difficult to be submissive after women have ogled over his package his whole life. When women makes a man feel he is God’s gift to women, he starts to believe it. To me, a guy like my husband is God’s gift to women. A humble man, a man who serves women is the kind you marry. Derik is the kind you date and fuck. His ex-wife must have come to the same conclusion.
After Derik’s lap dance was over, now it was my turn. Derik wanted to see her give me a lap dance. I was hesitant but Derik has been a good sport about me being married and using him to cuckold my husband, so I figured I owed him a fantasy fulfillment as long as it didn’t go too far. This woman was very beautiful and I must admit that I enjoyed my lap dance. I was getting aroused watching her with Derik and when it was my turn, my panties were already wet, and between the wine and the atmosphere, I got into it and we put on quite the show for Derik. We even kissed each other on our necks and the sides of our faces. And dare I make a confession here, I probably should not, and I might regret writing this, but here it goes. At one point when this woman was kissing my neck as she was grinding her body against me and had her hand up my dress rubbing my thigh, I fantasized it was Ginger doing it to me with our husbands watching. That’s kind of been one of my private fantasies lately, ever since the night Ginger and her lover wanted to have a Ménage a trois with me. That’s where my mind went during my lap dance with this woman.
After we left the Gentlemen’s Club, Derik and I went back to our hotel and we were both very horny. Once we entered our room, Derik undressed me and guided me right to the bed. It was probably the best sex of the entire trip, and that’s saying something. But if there is a downside to such an experience it is this. As Derik was fucking me, my mind wondered if he was thinking about me, or the woman from the club? Not that it matters, because I was getting the great sex, not her. But that’s why I could never do the Gentlemen’s Club with a man I was deeply in love with. I want his total devotion. I wouldn’t want him gawking over other women or fantasizing about them. Derik is my part-time lover so I was able to participate in his fantasy. I’m not so sure how I would handle it with a full-time lover and definitely not with my husband.
However, I had a very deviant thought on the plane ride home. What if I took James to this Gentlemen’s Club while he was wearing his CB6000? How humiliating that would be for him? The bouncers at the entrance of the club wand everyone down so I would have to tell them my hubby is in chastity. I can just see James’ face turning red. Then I could pick out a woman and take him to VIP and humiliate him by making him watch me with the woman. He would be denied the right to touch her. Now that might be a plan for a future trip to Vegas. Yes, that would definitely be a humiliating night for James. And perhaps Ginger could come with us and bring her hubby in his permanent chastity device. The husbands would have to watch us getting the lap dances that they pay for yet they would be denied the right to touch any of the beautiful women. The possibilities are many. We could make them tell the women who approach them at the Club that they are in chastity and not allowed any lap dances. They would have to admit that only their wives are allowed sexual pleasure. I might have to run this idea by Ginger.
There is much more I could write about my trip to Vegas. I saw several shows. I really liked “Raiding the Rock Vault” at LVH. The show was two hours long and the kind of music I grew up with. The LVH (the old Hilton) has seen better days but the show was worth the trip. We had many great meals. It would be hard to pick a favorite but perhaps the four course meal at Emeril’s Table Ten at the Palazzo might win the prize. The Colorado filet mignon and barbecue shrimp were to die for.
When I got home, my faithful hubby picked me up at the airport and he was a good boy and did all of his assigned chores. I plan on rewarding him later this week with a D&S session. I’m thinking a prolonged tease and denial session where I share all the sexual details about my time with Derik would be appropriate. I’ll be sure to share how it goes in a future post.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Preparing for a much anticipated rendezvous

Not much to report lately but I’m flying to Vegas on Sunday to meet Derik for a five night rendezvous. I’ve already made out a long ‘Hubby Do’ list that James must complete while I’m away. The nicer weather has allowed me to include both inside and outside chores to his list. Also, it will not be long before we can utilize the confinement room again.

Thinking of warmer weather, they’re calling for temperatures in the 80’s next week in Vegas so that means plenty of pool time. It will be pool by day, dinner and shows by night and lots of hot sex with Derik both day and night.
James and I haven’t played much the past several weeks. First he was sick and then I was sick. Plus some personal life situations to deal with that’s occupied our time. So to get things back in line, last night I had a long phone call with Derik to finalize our plans. I put on my soft leather thigh-high boots and had James at my feet, worshipping my boots while I was chatting with Derik. James was in chastity, wearing a pair of panties and he had to endure hearing all the details, which I’m sure was quite humiliating for him. I even put Derik on speaker phone a few times (he had no idea that James was in the room with me).
The best part was when I told Derik how much I’ve missed him and how horny I am for his body. Of course I was doing all of this for the benefit of my hubby. I wanted him to get in that cuckold frame of mind while I’m away. I want him to feel close to me while he does his chores.
Saturday I hope to expand on this and have James bathe me, shave my legs and put moisturizing lotion all over my skin, as I continue to tease him about his status as my cuckold. He will also help me pack my suitcase and I might even give him a thrill by modeling the sexy lingerie outfit I bought to wear for Derik. Sunday James will drive me to the airport. I’ll be sure to post the details of my trip when I get home.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Love Me like you Hate Me


 
Directed by: Erika Lust 

Starring: Venus O’Hara,
Anna Linng 

Released: 2010 

Language: English  

Length: 6 minutes


Back in 2012 I was contacted by a gentleman who was one of the organizers of the Fetish Film Festival, the subcultural film conference that meets in Kiel, Germany each year. The Fetish Film Festival explores narrative works about consensual erotic encounters. This gentleman was a fan of my movie reviews and he extended a personal invitation for me to attend the Fetish Film Festival. He also sent me a list of the Festival’s winners for 2011.  

A flick that caught my attention was one of the nominees for best short film, a D&S goodie titled “Love Me like you Hate Me”. It didn’t win the award for best short film (that honor went to a film called “Fourplay” about a cross-dressing male prostitute).  However, the star actress of “Love Me like you Hate Me”, Venus O’Hara, did win the award for best actress in a short film.  

And when I say short film, I really mean ‘short’ film. “Love me like you Hate Me” is a mere six minutes in length. Yet, I loved every second of it and that surprised me a little because although the film is about D&S (and more specifically female domination) the film explores female dominating female.
 
Why did I like it so much? That’s a good question (and I’m glad I asked it). I think I liked it for a number of reasons.  

For one thing, seeing that I have red hair, I am kind of partial to red headed dominant women. I think we are a fraternity (or sorority if you prefer) unto ourselves. Red hair, fair skin, and freckles are not the easiest body traits for a teenage girl to deal with when she is coming of age in a society that is obsessed with sunbathing, tanning beds and bronzed skin. When the Beach Boys (and later David Lee Roth) sang “I wish they all could be California girls”, well thank God they didn’t get their wish because that wasn’t me.  

Growing up I always felt a kinship with Katharine Hepburn, Maureen O’Hara and other famous red heads. These women were sexy and glamorous and I idolized them. Of course some people liked to stereotype me with zany female red heads such as Lucille Ball and Carol Burnett. But that’s the beauty of red heads. We can be glamorous, sexy, wacky, fiery and very dominant.  

So maybe I was drawn to Venus O’Hara because of her hair color. I had never heard of her before but Venus O’Hara is a fetish model, an actress, and a writer.
 
 

In fact, “Love Me like you Hate Me” is also a book, a coffee table book, written by Venus O’Hara and another woman, Erika Lust. Here is a brief synopsis of the book; 

“This book provides a modern perspective on a variety of practices that may be considered taboo for many women: to be tied up oneself or to tie someone else up, role-play and dressing up, giving pain or receiving it, being a strict dominatrix or being a submissive slave, punishing our partner or being punished by them... Explore with Venus O’Hara and Erika Lust the seductive thrills of domination or the fear and excitement of submission.” 
 

The short film “Love Me like you Hate Me” is based on the book with the same name and it stars Venus O’Hara. Oh, did I mention that she plays all the parts in this short film? I didn’t realize it the first time I watched it but when I went back and watched it again, sure enough, all 7 characters in this short film are indeed the red-headed Venus O’Hara. She plays herself plus six additional personas of her personality, including 3 dominant personas as she interacts with and dominates … well … herself, in a variety of role-playing scenarios.
 

 

She is the strict French teacher who spanks her female student when she isn’t able to comprehend the lesson.
 

 

She is the cruel housewife who humiliates and exploits her female housekeeper by throwing her cigarette on the floor that the housekeeper is scrubbing and grinds it with her shoes, all the while verbally degrading the submissive housekeeper about the poor job she is doing.
 

 


She is the evil Dominatrix who abuses her female slave. She locks her in a closet and only lets her out after she begs. She verbally humiliates her about her hygiene, binds her in a tub, and cruelly dunks her head under the water. All of these characters are played erotically by Venus O’Hara.
 

 

How does she pull this off? With the help of another actress, Anna Linng. We never see Anna’s face but she is the stand-in when the camera captures female hands spanking female bottom or female legs and shoes standing in front of the submissive housekeeper or the gloved hand of a Dominatrix pushing the head of her slave under the bath water.
 

 
 


It’s very clever and I love the haunting piano music that accompanies the scenes as it adds to the domination, the cruelty and the intense humiliation.   
 
So do I have different dominant personas? Absolutely! I can be the cruel Dominatrix or the fun-loving independent spirit or the sensual temptress or the quiet intellectual or the spoiled brat who is accustomed to getting her way or the fiery Irish Bitch with the bad temper.  

Do I have submissive fantasies? No, I can’t say that I do but I have known dominant women who like to be on the other end as they explore their submissive fantasies with other dominant women. Back when I was active in ClubFEM, I had a dominant woman in our group who asked me if I would be open to dominating her within a role-playing scenario. She didn’t want any of the other Mistresses (or submissive men) knowing but she had a long-held fantasy that involved a specific role-play where she was submissive to a woman. And believe me, she was dominant in real life, and very dominant with her husband. Did I oblige her request? Now, now … that’s private information between just me and her.  
 
So even if you’re not into seeing a woman dominating another woman, “Love Me like you Hate me” should still be an erotic viewing experience. I think you’ll find Ms. O’Hara’s dominant style to be quite arousing.   


One final thought about this short and that’s the title. You may recall that I explored my hubby’s masochism and one area that I had difficulty comprehending is when he would ask me to be cruel. I finally caught on and what he was really saying was … love me like you hate me. To a submissive and a masochist, when a woman agrees to treat him cruelly, she is in fact demonstrating to him that she loves him. She is giving him what he needs, what he craves. To refuse to be cruel is to be cruel. To grant him the cruelty he longs for is to love him.    

Of course I am talking about role-playing and D&S exploration. To take this into everyday life and treat someone cruelly 24/7 would be unhealthy for all involved. I could never be cruel as it is more in my nature to be tender-hearted. But I do enjoy being cruel in our D&S play. Yes, I admit it. When it comes to my hubby, I enjoy loving him like I hate him. 

 

 

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Nipple Torture


I was going through my toy-chest yesterday looking for nothing in particular when I came across a pair of nipple clamps. Actually I came across two sets of nipple clamps and for the life of me I don’t recall when or where I purchased either pair. I’m sure it was sometime between 1999-2004 when we used to frequent fetish stores, like the Outer Skin in Pittsburgh or Dream Dresser in DC. In the early days of the lifestyle I was known to go a little wild in these places, buying outfits and new toys.

 

It was a rather expensive hobby but James never complained. If anything, he encouraged me because he knew he would be on the receiving end of most of my purchases. It was not uncommon for us to drop a cool grand at the Outer Skin in a single trip. A new leather corset or a leather bra and thong set, a new whip or two, some sexy pantyhose, a couple of bondage/torture devices for hubby and before we knew it we had far exceeded our budget. 
I have bags of stuff, some of it rarely used. One of these days I will lay out my collection and take some photos and post them on my blog. I think you would enjoy seeing some of the wild stuff I bought over the years. The great thing about my collection is that each piece has a story behind it. When I come across an old item I immediately recall past sessions I had with James (and in a few instances, other men), how I used the item within a session and the result the item had on the session.
Getting back to the nipple clamps, James has always been a wimp when it comes to nipple torture. He can take a rather severe beating to his buttocks, he can take having his cock slapped around and his balls squeezed and twisted but for some reason he has a phobia about his nipples being pinched. I use the word phobia because I really believe it is more mental than physical. He also doesn’t do well with having clothespins placed on his cock and balls. He hates to be pinched, even when I do it with my fingers.
When I came across the nipple clamps yesterday I had the urge to use them on him. It’s been years since he had to endure nipple torture so I decided to see if I could expand his limits in this area. After all, his thresholds for other things have changed over the years, so it was worth a try.
James had no idea what I had planned. All he knew is that I wanted to play with him, which got him excited. I wanted to use the confinement room for our session but it’s still a little too chilly in there. Not that I couldn’t have managed since I decided to dress in leather. I wore a pair of leather pants and I could have worn my leather jacket, but the room was too cold for a naked sub. Hopefully in a few weeks we can start using the confinement room again.
I took James to the utility room off the laundry room. It’s a small room where the hot water heater is located but there is some heat in there. I had James strip naked and I put wrist cuffs on him and tied the cuffs to hooks that are in the beam that hangs from the ceiling. Before James made the confinement room, we used to play in this room on occasion. It’s a great place for a discipline session if you want to string the sub up with his hands bound over his head.
I wore my custom fit leather pants and a leather bra (becoming my favorite outfit as it is easy to put on and off) with black pumps.
 

The only toys I brought with me were my leather paddle, the remote to the DL2000 and both sets of nipple clamps. The first pair of nipple clamps are adjustable with the turn of a screw. They have black rubber tips and are attached to each other with a foot long chain. The second set are neither adjustable nor attached with a chain. But they are larger and more severe as the tip of each clamp is sharper with no rubber padding.
Once I had James’ hands bound above his head, I began to caress his skin with my hands as I teased him a little, squeezing his balls that were swelling against the ring of his CB6000. After this brief warm-up, I produced the first set of nipple clamps, the ones with the rubber tips attached to each other by a chain. James flinched from just the sight of them. On second reflection I probably should have blindfolded him but I didn’t think about it at the time.
I encouraged him to relax as I set the screws to a mild setting and carefully placed them on his nipples. James was able to handle it and once he relaxed I tightened the screws a little to make it more intense. James gasped but again he was able to handle it. I got my paddle and walked behind him and gave his ass eight to ten swats. Then I walked back to the front and took the chain in my hand and pulled on it, causing James to wince in pain.
“See, you can handle it. You’ve denied me the pleasure of torturing your nipples for all these years. Don’t I deserve to play with your nipples when I’m in the mood?”
James nodded his head in agreement.
I released my grip on the chain and walked back behind him and gave him another ten whacks with the paddle. I circled him, rotating between grabbing the chain and tugging on his nipples, administering six to ten swats to his ass with my paddle and using the remote to send moderate pulses to his DL2000. I kept doing this rotation over and over until I lost track of how many cycles.
Finally, I removed the nipple clamps and grabbed his sensitive nipples with my fingers and twisted them. James yelled out, begging for mercy, but he didn’t use his safe word so I knew he was fine. I kept twisting his nipples as I slightly pressed my knee against his balls, lifting them and trapping them against his CB6000 until he buckled forward in pain. I released my grip and backed away so he could catch his breath.
“You did very good with those nipple clamps. You pleased your Goddess. Now let me see if you can handle these.”
I got the other set of clamps and attached the first one to his right nipple. James screamed and whined but I admonished him to suffer for his Goddess. I attached the other one to his left nipple and stepped back. James was definitely uncomfortable. Having his arms lifted with his hands bound above his head made the nipple torture even more intense.
“Just do it for one minute. I’ll take them off but I want you to endure one minute for me.”
James did endure and overcame the pain to please his Goddess. I kept my promise and removed them after only one minute. I circled him again, giving his ass another ten wallops with the paddle. I reached under his legs and gabbed and twisted his balls. He winched again but didn’t seem to mind too much as pre-cum was dripping from the CB6000. That told me he was enjoying the sensual torture.
I walked back in front of him and took his head in my hands and gave him a kiss. Then I pulled my breasts out of my bra and I rubbed my nipples against his very sensitive nipples. James gasped a little and tried to back up but I grabbed him and brought him close with a tight embrace. I moved my nipples up and down across his nipples dancing with him a little, his hands swinging from the hook above, restricting his movement.
Now it was time for one last torture. I bent down and bit on his nipple, first the right one. James let out a loud scream. Then I bit the left one. James gasped but it was apparent his right nipple was more sensitive than the left one.
The entire scene had me in a heightened state of arousal, seeing him strung up like that with his ass a nice shade of pink, his nipples very red and his balls enlarged and struggling against the ring of the CB6000. I wanted him to orally pleasure me but I liked seeing him in that vulnerable position. What to do next?
I excused myself and went upstairs and fetched the Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator. I came back down to the utility room and pulled a chair that was in the laundry room into the utility room doorway. I took off my pants and carefully laid them on the washing machine. I removed my panties and I sat in the chair. I began to masturbate, running the Magic Wand against my clit. James had to watch me and he groaned from his cock swelling inside the CB6000. I wanted to torment him a little by sending love pulses to the DL2000 but I couldn’t reach the remote which was on the table next to the hot water heater, and I wasn’t about to interrupt my own pleasure to go fetch it. I was on the edge and I turned up the vibrator and it only took a few seconds at that setting to give me a very pleasurable orgasm.
I took my panties and wiped myself with them and then I placed the panties in James’ mouth. I left him there, still bound, for another ten minutes while I put my toys away. I freed James and took him to my bedroom where he orally pleasured me until I had another orgasm. It didn’t come right away and James had to really work at it with his tongue but he was very excited from our session so he had more than enough endurance to do the job.
This morning, I asked him how his nipples felt. They’re still sore and sensitive but I am proud of my hubby. He still doesn’t like nipple play but now I know he can endure more than he thought he could.

 
 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

My Tutor


 
 
Directed by: George Bowers  

Starring: Matt Lattanzi,
Caren Kaye,
Kevin McCarthy,
Clark Brandon,
Bruce Bauer,
Crispin Glover  

Released: 1983 

Language: English 

Length: 97 minutes


The 1980’s were full of teen exploitation sex romp movies.  I hated most of them, to tell you the truth. Perhaps that’s because I’m a woman and most of the movies of this genre were sophomoric and crude. In other words, written to appeal to high school and college-aged males whose hormones would lead them to go see any film that had lots of female nudity.
The 1983 film, “My Tutor”, certainly has plenty of nudity but it also had something else to attract young men. The movie was dedicated to the prevalent teenage boy's fantasy about having an affair with a beautiful older woman who could “tutor” him about sex. This was only the third film that George Bowers had directed at the time and he had worked mainly as an editor in low budget sex comedies (“The Pom Pom Girls”, “Galaxina”, “The Beach Girls”) before throwing his hat into the ring as a director. 

The plotline no doubt drew many young men to the theater. However, “My Tutor” had another underlining plot that probably appealed to what would become the ‘Lifetime’ crowd. The female lead (Caren Kaye) is a sexy, confident, independent woman and the dominant one in the relationship. She is worshipped by her young lover and she holds all the cards.
 
 
 

 

The movie opens with scenes of an aerobics class juxtaposed with a classroom of students taking an examination. The movie's two protagonists are featured in these scenes, with Terry Green (Caren Kaye) participating in the aerobics and Bobby Chrystal (Matt Lattanzi) taking his last high school final, in French. 
 
At first, Bobby's main goal for the summer before college appears to be losing his virginity. Soon, though, the poor results of his French final are in, and Bobby must take a make-up examination and score at least 85% in order to retain his acceptance at his father's alma mater, Yale University. Mr. Chrystal (Kevin McCarthy) hires Terry, a 30 year-old skilled French tutor, to live in the Chrystal home during the summer and work with Bobby on passing his exam. In addition to her normal compensation, Mr. Chrystal offers to give Terry a bonus payment of $10,000 should Bobby pass. 
 
Terry and Bobby begin working together but Bobby's lack of interest in both French and Yale soon become apparent. His real goal, he tells Terry, is to attend UCLA and study his true passion, astronomy. Terry is sympathetic but reminds Bobby that wherever he ends up going to college, he will need to pass his French final. With Terry's help, Bobby begins to make some progress. 
 
At night, after she thinks everyone in the Chrystal home is asleep, Terry uses the family's pool to skinny dip. However, Bobby sees her one night and begins watching her regularly (especially after several unsuccessful attempts by his friends and him to have sex with women in increasingly unusual situations). After one such evening, Bobby follows Terry back to her room, only to have her sneak up behind him and surprise him. Terry gently admonishes Bobby for spying on her but it is clear that they have a mutual attraction. Terry, however, has begun seeing a former boyfriend again, much to Bobby's displeasure. 
 
After yet another evening out with his friends, Bobby returns home to find an upset Terry, who had earlier discovered her boyfriend again cheating on her. They talk briefly and Terry later heads to the pool for her regular swim. Once she completes her lap she sees Bobby waiting for her at the end of the pool. Terry reacts by pulling Bobby into the pool with her and kissing him. Returning to Terry's room together, the two begin a love affair. 
 
The affair between Bobby and Terry progresses until the summer's end approaches and he has to take his French examination. Despite Terry's attempts to keep their relationship casual, Bobby has developed serious feelings for Terry and resists her insistence that the affair end once he takes his exam. Matters worsen when Mr. Chrystal, who himself lusts for Terry, sees his son and Terry kissing one night.  
 
After Bobby successfully passes the test with a score of 91%, Mr. Chrystal reveals to Bobby his promise to pay Terry the $10,000 bonus, implying that Terry's affection for Bobby was driven by greed. Bobby reacts by angrily telling his father that he will be attending UCLA, and not Yale, and storming out to find Terry. Once he finds her, he confronts her with what he has learned, calling her a hooker, leading Terry to slap him and deny his accusation. 
 
Afterward, Bobby seeks out Bonnie, his old crush, and using his new-found confidence with women, is able to persuade her to begin dating him. Terry prepares to leave the Chrystal home and Bobby approaches her to say good-bye. He begins by apologizing to her for his rash accusations and then tells her that he will never forget her. The two share one last kiss, and Terry drives off. Bobby leaps into the air, looking forward to the rest of his life. 
 
Not much of a plot and the film is definitely nowhere on par with “The Graduate”. Yet, the sociological implications when it comes to female domination are apparent throughout the film. First, there is a Dominatrix scene early in the film.  
 
Most people know Crispin Glover as George McFly in the 1985 Blockbuster “Back to the Future”. Crispin is known for portraying eccentric people on screen such as Layne in “River's Edge”, the undertaker in “What's Eating Gilbert Grape”, the ‘Creepy Thin Man’ in the big screen adaptation of “Charlie's Angels” and Willard Stiles in the 2003 version of “Willard”. 
 
In “My Tutor”, Crispin Glover plays Jack, Bobby’s best friend who is also obsessed with shedding his virginity. Bobby and Jack visit a brothel, a place they are destined to score. Bobby ends up with Kitten Natividad and her 44 inch bosom. Kitten was a Mexican American film actress and exotic dancer, noted for her large bosom and appearances in cult films made by her ex-partner, director Russ Meyer. 
 
The sight of Kitten’s large bosom causes Bobby to pass out for a few moments, only to regain consciousness and pass out again indefinitely when he actually touches her breasts (the result of too much liquid courage combined with being overwhelmed with sexual excitement).
 
 
 
Jack ends up with Louisa (Shelley Taylor Morgan), a beautiful blonde woman who wants to make his first time unforgettable. But it turns out that Louisa is the house Dominatrix and she has special plans for Jack. She binds him in an upright position against a device known as the Catherine's Wheel. She changes into something more comfortable but instead of lace lingerie she appears in leather, at which the young Jack proclaims, “Oh my God!”
 
 
After teasing her helpless young victim to the edge of arousal, she spins the wheel, sending him in circles and in a panic as Louisa opens a closet full of whips. The next scene shows the young male running for his life as the Dominatrix chases after him, cracking her whip. So our two young virgins fail to get laid even at a brothel. 
 
Another femdom scene later in the film is when Bobby goes into a lingerie/sex store to look for a gift he can give Terry. The mature saleslady asks the very young Bobby about his girlfriend, and he informs her that she is thirty-years-old. The saleslady’s responds with approval and she proceeds to show Bobby some leather lingerie and a riding crop. The implication here is that it is obvious to the mature saleslady that Bobby is the submissive one in the relationship given the age difference. He turns down the saleslady recommendation and instead buys a book about sexual positions and how to sexually please a woman. His choice is no less femdom, just a lighter and more sensual expression. 
 
And that brings us to the biggest femdom inference made by the film, that being the societal dynamic of an older woman having a sexual fling with a much younger male. “My Tutor” was meant to be a film about every young male’s fantasy, and while I’m sure it succeeded on that front, it also ended up being a movie about every modern woman’s fantasy. 
 
Obviously of Italian extraction, Matt Lattanzi has handsome dark features, a winning smile and a sexy, toned young body. For those of you who may have forgotten about this gentleman, he was a back-up dancer on the set of “Xanadu” who ended up dating and eventually marrying the star of “Xanadu”, the much older Olivia Newton-John. As a matter of fact, it struck me when I watched “My Tutor” how much Caren Kaye looked like Olivia Newton-John. 
 
 
 
I find it rather fascinating that the male star of a movie about a young male having a sexual affair with an older woman actually ended up marrying an older woman, a woman of similar appearance. Anywho, the scenes of “My Tutor” are devised so that Lattanzi has every opportunity to undress: in his fantasy dreams, at the brothel, in the back seat of a car, in the swimming pool. And the camera lingers over the tautness of his smooth body. A scene where he drags himself out of the swimming pool to sit at his Terry’s feet says it all; a sleek, sexy, young male who is inexperienced and unsure of himself so he can be easily dominated by a mature, confident woman. That's what women found to be sexy about this movie; the contrast between his body (hard and tan) and his mind (passive and controllable).
 
 
Because he is shy and inexperienced, he is still a virgin who is desperate to get laid. Terry comes along and teases him, leads him along and eventually she decides she wants to have him. She strips him, thrusts his head between her breasts, and pops his cherry. She does not fall in love with him because although she would never openly admit it, she ultimately just wants to use him for sex. To me, that is the ultimate femdom insinuation of the film.
 
 

"My Tutor" was made on a small budget but still managed to clock up a neat $22.6 million at the U.S. box office. For those of you who are wondering what happened to Matt Lattanzi after this film, well as I mentioned he married superstar Olivia Newton-John, had a daughter, divorced Olivia and went on to star in a handful of small parts in minor films.  
 
“My Tutor” is not a great film like “The Graduate”, in fact it’s not even a good film, but it definitely has various femdom themes, and for that reason I slightly recommend it. Those teen sex movies of the 1980’s were rather horrible, but if you feel the need to relive those days, you would do much better with “My Tutor” than you would with a movie like “Porky’s”.

 

 
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

 

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Hubby’s two month chastity ends with ruined orgasm


It’s finally March (Spring can’t come soon enough) and yesterday marked two months since James had his last orgasm. We were both off with no real plans so I decided Saturday afternoon was a good time to end his denial period. But how to go about it? I really didn’t have a plan so I decided to make it up as I went along.
I had a lot of fun putting him in bondage a couple weeks ago, so much so that I decided to do it again, only not nearly as involved. I had James undress and lie face up on the massage table. I was completely dressed in street clothes, jeans and a sweatshirt, no leather or fetish attire. I told James to think of it as an exercise in CFNM (Clothed Women, naked men). But the truth be told, I didn’t feel like dressing up.
I took the roll of Saran Wrap and ran it across his chest, under the table and back across his body several times. His arms were at his side so they also became bound as I wrapped him up. I did the same around his knees. In a matter of minutes, he was completely immobile.
I then fetched the key to his CB6000 and unlocked him and eased the device off of him, along with the DL 2000. His denied penis sprang to attention. I got my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator and began a tease and deny session, turning the Wand on low and running it against his balls, along the side of his penis and over the head. I was careful to only stimulate him for a few seconds at time, turning the Wand on and off, on and off, on and off, just a few seconds at a time, as I traced the edges of the head of his cock, along the outside of his shaft and pressed the Wand against his swollen balls.
“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission.”
I kept up the teasing for a good ten to fifteen minutes and James was literally whimpering. He was right on the edge. I took my turkey baster and filled it with warm, bordering on hot water. I began to drip the water onto the sweep spot on the underside of his penis. A few drops, then I stopped, a few more drops, then I stopped again. James’ body began to convulse as he tried his best to hold back. His cock was literally pulsating with each beat of his heart. I decide to add some more stimulation, not physical, but mental. I began to humiliate him in a teasing manner.
“Derik called me the other night. He can’t make it for St. Patrick’s Day weekend but he wants me to meet him in Vegas the week of April 7th. And he wants to take me on a cruise the week of May 12th. Is that okay by you?”
James continued to twitch as I continued to drip the water on his penis. I got the Magic Wand and turned it on low and pressed it against his balls.
“So you will be home all alone for two weeks this Spring. I’ll be sure to leave you a long list of chores to do while another man is romancing your wife in Vegas and on a cruise. What do you think about that?”
James’s body began to quiver so I turned off the Wand and I stopped dripping the water. James couldn’t hold back. He shot his load in spurts and from his reaction, it was not pleasurable. He moaned and his body trembled as he shot his load way up in the air in several intervals, most of it landing on the Saran Wrap that covered his chest but some of it landed all the way up on his neck and face.
“Did I give you permission to cum?” I took my hand and gave his balls a firm slap.
James apologized but then he said, “Please … it’s on fire”.
“Please? Please what?”
James said his cock was burning. I knew what he really wanted but he knew better than to ask. He wanted me to stroke him to another orgasm to relieve his discomfort.
“Sorry, you came without permission. You’ll have to suffer.”
I went and got an ice pack and placed it on his still erect cock. When it went limp, I reinstalled the CB6000, but without the DL2000, and locked him back up. I cut him free from the Saran Wrap and told him to go take a cold shower to further ease his discomfort. I have to admit, I really enjoyed ruining his orgasm. It was actually funny, seeing his body twisting and that pained looked on his face as he tried to hold back but was unable as he shot his load in spurts.
About an hour later, I told him to take me out to dinner. We were out for several hours between dinner and a brief stop at the mall. When we got home, James did some laundry and I got on the computer. Then we settled in for a night of television. Around 10pm I asked James how his cock felt. He told me it was still burning but not as bad as it was earlier.
I threw out a proposition. I told him that I would give him another orgasm to clean out his plumbing but it would be in the form of a challenge. I would give him a hand job while I sat on his face. He had to hold off until I climaxed twice. If he succeeded, I would take two weeks off his next denial period so he would only be denied for 6 weeks. But if he failed, I would add 2 additional weeks onto the two months so he would be denied for 10 weeks. That was my offer. He could take it or leave it. Naturally he took it.
We went into my bedroom and I allowed James to remove his clothes and the CB6000. He lied down on my bed. I took off my clothes and sat on his face. James tongued me while I leaned forward and stoked his cock with my hand. I could have held off longer than I did but I wanted that first orgasm. I had James bring his hands up to play with my nipples. James continued to lick me while I stroked him. I came first.
“Okay, that’s one. Now comes the hard part.”
James continued to lick me as I stroked him faster. He was on the edge and I knew I had him. No way was he going to win this contest.
“Do it, James!”
That’s all it took. Just hearing me say that did him in. He exploded.
“That’s a good boy.”
I climbed off of his face and wiped him and my hand with a towel. I then changed places with him and had him crawl between my legs so I could have my second orgasm. I made him work for it but it was well worth the wait.
When we were done, James had to reinstall his CB6000 with the knowledge that it would be 10 weeks before he got relief again. But the good news for him is that the burning in his cock went away. I guess he needed a proper cleaning out but now he will pay with two more additional weeks of denial.