Puppy Collar

Got the dogtag at Petsmart, made the collar with a piece of grey suede! Now Doggy Bitch has her new collar! Now I need to find or make more puppy accessories! Anyone have any plans or ideas for "paws", "ears", or a tail?

Vegas Hypnosis

This coming weekend s and I are off to a two day Erotic Hypnosis seminar! We are so looking forward to it! Both of us will become comfortable hypnotizing each other and "playing". I'm looking forward to some phobias being removed (hello fear of heights!) along with connecting on a deeper more intimate and powerful level with slave. Just think, this will open up a whole new avenue of play!

She could become Ultra Pink the sexy costumed superhero hot on the trail of me, Rock-Hard!

She can believe that her hands are really bound without me untangling the rope! No knots that will loosen during a scene!

So many ideas! We can't wait!

New Story Posted!

If you've read my last post, I spoke about the new story I was writing based on our night out at a Rope/Bondage show. The story's finished and posted so check it out!. It's a little different from the others. It's pretty much a true story, and also I did my darnedest in not using any swear words.

So if you're interested in where I get my inspirations for writing my stories, check it out!

Subject Line: Rope-Fun NSFW

New Story started and where do I get my inspiration from?

Ah, so how do I come up with my stories?
Well the best stories in fiction normally ring with a lot of truth, or non-fiction. So with that in mind, after having fun this weekend with slave, I've started a new story! I've been replaying the night, the sights, sounds, smells and feelings, and I just knew it would be a nice story!

So I'm cranking out a short erotic fiction story of that night. Maybe I will add in a little fiction as well, but I'll let you readers try and figure out where the truth fades out and fiction begins!

Rope-Burn SF

Well it's noon and slave and I are just now getting our legs back from last night's Rope-Burn show. One of slave's fantasies that she recently confessed to me was that she wanted to see another couple having sex in front of us but she didn't want to participate. In other words, she wanted to watch!

Well I'm still looking, but I did mange to find this happening (Rope-Burn) which was a combination of Japanese suspension bondage and forced orgasms, and sent the link over to slave at work (of course I did label it NSFW!!!!).

She was all excited so we booked the tickets and went.

Well it was fun! She had a great time, so did I, although the time between the three scenes could have been shortened up, we enjoyed the show. Mike West, in comparison to the Two Knotty Boys, had a more functional tying style, and there were quite a few breathless and advanced moves with the victims hanging from the ropes! One particularly impressive move, was when Mike had a girl hanging face up, each leg held by a separate rope and her arms behind her and her body held buy a third rope, Mike pulled her up to his shoulder, and then before we knew it, he had flipped her so that she was now dangling face down! Her lovely ass was now exposed for a brief punishment spanking!

slave enjoyed checking out the outfits other girls were wearing, but her favorite was the waitress, who was dressed up as a stern school teacher, hair in a bun, white button up shirt, with a black vest, and pencil skirt, heels of course and she carried her trusty ruler!

Although she won't admit it, I swear I hear slave wonder if the waitress would spank her with the ruler! I of course asked the waitress to spank slave, much to the shock and horror of slave! The waitress declined, but she later forgot our drink order and when she finally appeared with our drink, she asked us, since she'd been so bad, if slave wanted to giver her a little spanking!

Unfortunately, slave, after she had found her voice, politely declined!

After leaving the show, slave asked when we could go see something like this again!

Me thinks, I'm a bad influence on her!

Who knew there was a kink like this?

Ain't the Internet a great thang?
Browsing Youtube a while ago and came across this:

High Heels pushing pedals of a car

Apparently there's an entire collection of these things out there, and what's most important is not the heels the chick is wearing, but what car she is actually revving!!!!

Folsom Street Fair coming next month!

Well it's that time of the year again!
The San Francisco Folsom Street Fair will be happening the day before my birthday! What a nice birthday present the city of San Francisco is giving me! I guess they appreciate their best author!!!!

slave and I are just now starting to think about our costumes!

In case you missed some of the pics from last year...

Gearing up for the Hypnosis seminar in VEGAS Baby!

I am very much looking forward to watching slave wither in ecstasy as I work her mind into thinking that I have knotted my ropes around her wrists. The trip is in October and it's made especially for men to hypnotize their women! I have been compiling a list of things I want to do to her (evil laugh!).

Two days in Vegas, could we wind up getting into trouble?????

Yummy French girls in Latex

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On Twitter, on Facebook...

Tied to the computer more and more these days, but I do get some sun, I swear!
I'm on Twitter and Facebook nowadays, search for Sirsemega and you'll find me, not many other SirSemega's out there!

Working on a new story, but I'm moving, going to grad school (AGAIN!) so the story is takign some time, not my usual three hour turnaround! This one is on hypnotic consensual slavery! Just think, not hand cuffs, collars, rope, straps and chains when you can generate all that in your slave's mind as reality. Plus the knots never loosen, the locks can't be picked, and the chains don't rust!

Many thanks for all you readers who bought my books!

I am deeply grateful for the readers who have snapped up my two books! I was surprised at the response! I hope some of you will be kind enough to write a review!

Again, thanks for all the support! I'm looking forward to the massive response for Life in the Harem!

I'm always open for discussion, so if you have read my stuff and have questions or comments, please feel free to engage with me!

Photo Shoot now available on Amazon!

My second story The Photo Shoot is now up on Amazon! For the 1st person who purchased my first ever story: THANK YOU! I'm now officially a professional!

Photo Shoot is a hot little story about a wife who has gone through Gastric Bypass weight loss surgery. Her husband sets up a photo shoot for his wife, who still doens't really think she is good looking, let alone sexy. Her husband, however has a way of getting her to realize just hot hot she has become!

PS. I'm thinking of posting the full, completed and edited version of Life in the Harem next! For all my fans out there, please go out there and buy it! I would love to share the complete story with you all!

My first story for sale!

Okay so I finally checked out Amazon's publishing store and was able to publish and make available "The Costume" for kindle users! I'm excited and hope that a few people out there can enjoy the story.
Check it out here!
I'm back in school now, but I will be moving my stories over to Amazon as I also work on get my novel published. Lotsa busy things happening in my life right now so from chaos comes passion and creation!

Still Alive!

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An interesting day...

“But how am I supposed to do things?” you whine as I wrap the rope around your wrists. Joined together in front of you, your two wrists are bound together, firmly, but you have some flexibility left.

I smile wickedly back at you. “That’s your problem,” I growl as I finish the knotty on the rope. Your hands are now secure in front of you. I give you ass a smack as I tell you to go about your business for the day. Today, all day, you will be in bondage. Your hands will be bound all day long as you eat, cook, watch television, sit, lay, pee, wash, read, work on the computer, etc. every move, every need, will be amplified by the rope holding your wrists together. Slave. That is what you are. It pleases your Master to see you move in the house this way. Struggle with things. Move in deliberate ways. Taking moments to think about how to do things, that before were second nature to you.

You plead with me through your eyes. Surely this will be too annoying. You can’t possibly go through an entire day in this condition. Already, you struggle with the bonds.

You wonder whether to really push this. Will he back down? Will he ignore you? Will he punish you? Will he just gag you?

Glancing down, you see his hardness through his pants. Raging, excited, you realize why he is doing this. It pleases him. You are pleasing him by doing this, by struggling through the day with your bonds. When will he take you, when will he lay claim to what is his? How often? You helpless to do anything, except submit and enjoy him. Enjoy your Master, for that is what pleases him. That is what turns him on. He has claimed you.

Renegotiations

The other week I picked up on a tone within Knottygirl's voice and a familiar redundant saying that she had been repeating a lot recently: "It isn't really my choice now, is it."
Glowing the the total dominance and Mastery of myself the words started to seem a bit hollow. Following my intuition, yes even us guys have that!, I asked her about it.

Well what followed was an exercising of her emotions as she crumbled into tears about the loss of all control in the relationship. What was working for me, was certainly not for her. Over time she had felt like all of her options were stripped from her, until her only choices were either stay and continue to suffer, or leave.

She pointed out that the pain I had been inflicting on her was becoming more and more drastic and she now was genuinely scared of me. She had also begun to loose respect for me. Shocked, I went to bed unsure where our relationship would be headed. I was upset that she was so upset and wasn't getting the pleasure out of this as I was. We both didn't know where we would go from there.

The next morning, with some introspection and distance from the emotions on both sides we worked out a "step back" from where we had been. I loosened up the restrictions. We talked. We renogotiated. I asked her what she liked and didn't like. What she wanted. What I wanted.

As it turns out, instead of scuttling the entire lifestyle, we did a "course correction". I don't feel like the big bad Master has wimped out. Rather I feel like the Master who tries to be attuned with his slave, listening to her song and making corrections as needed. One thing is for sure, I'm more interested in a slave that serves because of her love and devotion to me, rather than hr fear of me.

So far I have seen a big difference in her attitude. Cheerful and flirty, she is once again enjoying her Master, enjoying herself, and enjoying her role in our relationship. I am as well!

Resurfacing

Outside forces rocked me and my Masterly ways. It's been over a month and I am just now beginning to move back into M/s interest. Knottygirl, my slave has tried to be understanding while I have tried to work through issues that were not part of our relationship. During that time, my need of her as my supportive caring wife outgrew the need for her to be my submissive slave.

Things seem to be getting better, there is light at the end of the tunnel and with that new found hope and optimism, I am relieved to find that this wasn't just a fad, an interest that lingered till I became bored and moved onto something else.

There are times of frustration when I wish I could smash my foot on the accelerator and instantly catapult us into 24/7 Master/slave groveling, whipping, bondage and leather lifestyle. I know she isn't ready for that, and I found I'm not either. Our power dynamic is such that I am the dominant of the two, I have the final decision in all things, but she is just a valuable to our relationship and marriage as I am. She is the yang, to my ying-or the other way around?

I don't know if it is PC in BDSM circles to call her my partner, but she is. She is a hundred other things as my mood strikes me, my slave, my sub, my little girl, my slut, my fucktoy, my wife, my friend, but above all else she is my partner, the one I Chose to spend my life with. For that I'm very lucky and fortunate to have her give herself to me. And I might add, she damn lucky to have me!

Last night, I grabbed her from behind, spun her around and looked down into her face, locking eyes, I told her her Master has returned. The change in he face was subtle, but I read it as relief and joy and an "It's about fucking time!" look from her eyes!

I still remember her desire for training, more rules, and strictness. That part of me has been away for too long!

Additional Rules and Training for My slave.

Slave has requested more training from Master. He is happy to oblige.
Spanking:
A formal weekly scheduled spanking session even if slave has done everything right, slave must present herself to Master for a spanking because it pleases Master. Slave must thank Master afterwards for caring so much that you wish to correct slave.
Master will be introducing a flogger to slave to work on slave’s pain threshold.

Formality:
As you know I do enjoy hearing you call me Master and Sir. I think it's time that you refer to me as such while we are alone in the house together.

Service:
Every weekend, slave must make coffee for Master for when he wakes up unless slave is unwell or sleeps longer than Master.

Behavioral:
Master will work on long term behaviors that he and slave have identified and wish to change in slave

Orgasm Control:
Slave has once again given complete control of her orgasms to Master. I am to decide if and when slave may cum.

Etiquette:
Whenever slave gets something, she must ask Master if he wants anything.
If slave feels the need, slave may request to have a day dedicated to her.

A question...well a series of them at least!

We talk a lot. I like to think of myself as a good communicator. Maybe, maybe not. But one of my favorite subjects is myself. Surprise! LOL! I guess my view of myself can be a bit different than what others see. If only they could see the inside of me, what I am really thinking, they would run off screaming in fear and horror!
There are of course things that we do not see in ourselves that others do. The Greeks called it the tragic flaw, basing tragic plays on a persons inability to see the flaw that becomes their downfall. So getting that melodramatic point out, I was actually floored by knottygirl's rather innocuous statement about myself that until she mentioned it, I never really knew that about myself and our relationship.
What she said was that I was the nurturer and she wasn't.
...hmmmm...
Never did I think about that, never did I see it in me. But it's true. So it it's been a day now, and I find myself asking the question: Can a Nurturer be a Master?
I'm not one to go with labels but this is more of an exercise for my mental agility. Would a nurturer be more of a submissive role in a relationship? Can I be both? Or must one take a backseat to the other?

Almost accomplished it!

Well our anniversary went well. She really appreciated my posting about treating the event as a vanilla day. We were- Husband and Wife until....

We finally visited the De Young museum in GG Park. It was evening and as well. We tried to find our way through the maze that they call modern design, the empty galleries, the quiet hushed tones, the works of art, that just seemed to bring the eroticism out of her.
Soon the kisses became longer, more passionate, and instinctively, she offered me her wrists, behind her back, for me to lock down, hold, and guide her through the exhibits. Gone was the happy, equal couple looking at art, in its place was the Master and slave looking for the next deserted quiet corner where they could play.

It actually was a little more difficult than I had thought, trying to spend the day together as a vanilla couple! There were a few times where I had to censor myself before speaking to her, pull myself back into husband mode, not Master mode. She too missed her Master and within the white halls with noisy hardwood, she welcomed her Master to consume her yet again, to take her and possess her being!
We almost made it a whole day, but the Master came out to take control as the sun went down!