"octopus vulgaris" has turned out to be by far the most perverse thing I've ever written. In fact, it even seems to be freaking me out, on a subconscious level. Last night I dreamed my office mates gave me several octopuses of different sizes, and I was totally squicked out and frightened by them. They got out of their tanks and were squirming across the floor, and I was jumping around and wringing my hands, trying to avoid them.
But never fear: my conscious mind remains firmly convinced that tentacles are erotic, and I am very happy with the finished rough draft. In fact, I plan to share it with my girlfriend today, do one more edit sometime next week, and then send it off to Simon for posting on or around September 7.
In between now and then, here's your penultimate tentacular tease. There are apparently two (very popular) versions of this video on YouTube; I've chosen the one with the less annoying narration.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tentacular Tease II
Well, folks, "octopus vulgaris" is coming along better than I ever imagined. In fact, I fully expect to finish the first draft tonight. Of course, after that comes a period of rewriting, then a week of simmering, and then more rewriting. If all goes as planned, I should have the story ready for posting sometime in early September. And I must say, I'm a bit tickled when I think about the trouble Simon is going to have deciding which codes are appropriate for this one. Does a takeoff of the Cthulhu mythos count as SF, or is it more fantasy/horror? Does a dominant male octopus make the story part mdom? If a male octopus has sex with a woman, does that count as mf? What if he has sex with a man? Is that mm? Boy, Simon's going to have some interesting choices to make!
As for you all, here's another little video to peak your interest while you wait for the big reveal. Just imagine, if even an ordinary octopus is this clever and this flexible, what kinds of mischief a Great-Old-Ones-enhanced octopus could get up to!
As for you all, here's another little video to peak your interest while you wait for the big reveal. Just imagine, if even an ordinary octopus is this clever and this flexible, what kinds of mischief a Great-Old-Ones-enhanced octopus could get up to!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Tentacular Tease I
Last night I wrote the first tentacle sex scene for my next EMCSA story, which will be called - and this is an actual species name, not something I just made up because it works so perfectly - "octopus vulgaris." I'm using some of the pictures from the Cthulhu Lhust list at Model Mayhem and the stories of H.P. Lovecraft and his contemporaries as inspiration - though I'll warn you up front that I'm playing very fast and loose with the Lovecraft, so I don't want to hear any gripes from Cthulhu purists. ;-)
Anyway, I've had to do a bit of research on octopuses (or octopi - either is correct) for this story, and I've run across some very interesting videos in the process. I'll start you off easy with this one. Expect some more...surprising...footage in the days and weeks to come.
Anyway, I've had to do a bit of research on octopuses (or octopi - either is correct) for this story, and I've run across some very interesting videos in the process. I'll start you off easy with this one. Expect some more...surprising...footage in the days and weeks to come.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Another Peek Beneath the Duct Tape: Someday My Prince Will Come
SPOILER ALERT: This blog entry discusses critical plot points of a story that relies on surprise more than most of my stories tend to do. I wouldn't suggest reading it before you've read the story in question. But if you have....
Have you figured it out yet? The characters I was writing about in the snippet of personal fantasy posted last week are Queen Catherine and, well, basically me from Someday My Prince Will Come. Sure, I gave the thrall a different name for the EMCSA story, but who's kidding whom? It was me. It's always me. ;-)
Both story and snippet came from the same early period of my exploring lesbian MC. My first "official" object of lesbian lust was Catherine Zeta-Jones, who had yet to marry an old fart, have kids, and devolve into a winsome chick flicker. When I think about "Queen" Catherine, I'm thinking about the sinuous, flashing-eyed beauty I remember from Entrapment or The Mask of Zorro or even Chicago. But sadly, CZJ learned nothing from Angelina Jolie: you can be married and have kids and still set film stock on fire. Speaking of which, have you all seen Wanted? Mmmmmm. :-)
Anyway, back to the story. I came up with a handful of pseudo-realistic MC scenarios for me and Catherine (But sorry, no more private snippets - the rest are a little too private...not to mention unpolished). "Someday" started out that way and was fleshed out in part by my discovery, while searching for appropriate clothes in which to attire my characters, of a real-life Pervadise Island called Kink in the Caribbean (Note: the site now advertises far more than just the one island, but the island is still in there...somewhere).
I'd already latched onto the rejected boyfriend/would-be-hero theme, and it was easy to fit that into the story via the services of a couple of purely imaginary gay male friends. Not that I don't have real gay male friends, just not any that I think would appreciate being written into a story like "Someday." ;-P
I do love gay men, though; in fact, the most beautiful, passionate kiss I've ever seen on film was between two extremely attractive young males. The movie itself isn't a gay film; it's a road trip flick that takes a surprising turn at the climax, so I'll put the title in spoiler text between brackets - just highlight to read: [Y Tu Mama Tambien]. Anyway, it's an excellent film from start to finish, and I'd recommend it highly even if not for the incredible three-way that includes that kiss. Just be sure, if you want to see it for yourself, that you get the unrated version. The R-rated cut deletes almost the entire scene - including the kiss, which by itself, isn't even censor-worthy unless you're a homophobic old goat.
But here I go digressing again. Anyway, there's not much left to tell you about except the trouble I had trying to find out whether the official title of the song I chose as my title began "Someday" or "Some Day." Internet usage seemed pretty evenly divided between the two, and even the ex-English teacher in me couldn't figure it out. But it was too perfect a title to pass up, so in the end I basically flipped a mental coin. And there you go: "Someday My Prince Will Come."
Oh, and just a little FWIW: If you like seeing the "Hero Rides to the Rescue" meme turned hilariously on its head, you'll love Tabico's Electric Thimble Theater. It's one of my all-time favorite stories on the EMCSA.
Have you figured it out yet? The characters I was writing about in the snippet of personal fantasy posted last week are Queen Catherine and, well, basically me from Someday My Prince Will Come. Sure, I gave the thrall a different name for the EMCSA story, but who's kidding whom? It was me. It's always me. ;-)
Both story and snippet came from the same early period of my exploring lesbian MC. My first "official" object of lesbian lust was Catherine Zeta-Jones, who had yet to marry an old fart, have kids, and devolve into a winsome chick flicker. When I think about "Queen" Catherine, I'm thinking about the sinuous, flashing-eyed beauty I remember from Entrapment or The Mask of Zorro or even Chicago. But sadly, CZJ learned nothing from Angelina Jolie: you can be married and have kids and still set film stock on fire. Speaking of which, have you all seen Wanted? Mmmmmm. :-)
Anyway, back to the story. I came up with a handful of pseudo-realistic MC scenarios for me and Catherine (But sorry, no more private snippets - the rest are a little too private...not to mention unpolished). "Someday" started out that way and was fleshed out in part by my discovery, while searching for appropriate clothes in which to attire my characters, of a real-life Pervadise Island called Kink in the Caribbean (Note: the site now advertises far more than just the one island, but the island is still in there...somewhere).
I'd already latched onto the rejected boyfriend/would-be-hero theme, and it was easy to fit that into the story via the services of a couple of purely imaginary gay male friends. Not that I don't have real gay male friends, just not any that I think would appreciate being written into a story like "Someday." ;-P
I do love gay men, though; in fact, the most beautiful, passionate kiss I've ever seen on film was between two extremely attractive young males. The movie itself isn't a gay film; it's a road trip flick that takes a surprising turn at the climax, so I'll put the title in spoiler text between brackets - just highlight to read: [Y Tu Mama Tambien]. Anyway, it's an excellent film from start to finish, and I'd recommend it highly even if not for the incredible three-way that includes that kiss. Just be sure, if you want to see it for yourself, that you get the unrated version. The R-rated cut deletes almost the entire scene - including the kiss, which by itself, isn't even censor-worthy unless you're a homophobic old goat.
But here I go digressing again. Anyway, there's not much left to tell you about except the trouble I had trying to find out whether the official title of the song I chose as my title began "Someday" or "Some Day." Internet usage seemed pretty evenly divided between the two, and even the ex-English teacher in me couldn't figure it out. But it was too perfect a title to pass up, so in the end I basically flipped a mental coin. And there you go: "Someday My Prince Will Come."
Oh, and just a little FWIW: If you like seeing the "Hero Rides to the Rescue" meme turned hilariously on its head, you'll love Tabico's Electric Thimble Theater. It's one of my all-time favorite stories on the EMCSA.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Pictures from a White Wedding Album
Just a quickie today to a) follow up on my "Somnambulent Brides" post with some more yummy "white" pictures - not exactly bridal, but lovely nonetheless, and b) clear up any misunderstanding that might have arisen from my post about preferring exotic women and not liking the "blond Barbie look" of Pamela Anderson types. I do like blondes...when they look like this.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Mosh. Once you've clicked on these thumbnails, I strongly suggest you peruse the rest of her Deviant Art gallery and her Model Mayhem Gallery. She's a fetish gal after my own heart.
Oh, and I've also decided to take pity on at least one friend who's still too paranoid to register with Deviant Art and give you some thumbnails, at least, of the two pics of Ulorin Vex and Apnea that I mentioned before. So now my white wedding album is complete and everyone is happy. :-)
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Mosh. Once you've clicked on these thumbnails, I strongly suggest you peruse the rest of her Deviant Art gallery and her Model Mayhem Gallery. She's a fetish gal after my own heart.
Oh, and I've also decided to take pity on at least one friend who's still too paranoid to register with Deviant Art and give you some thumbnails, at least, of the two pics of Ulorin Vex and Apnea that I mentioned before. So now my white wedding album is complete and everyone is happy. :-)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
My Coming-Out Story
This will probably be the most personal entry I ever write for this blog, so let me make two things clear right up front: 1) I will not be revealing anything here that could clue anyone in to my real-life identity, and 2) This is not a case of my closet exhibitionist coming out to play; I'm writing this entry because it might be of some help to someone in a similar situation to mine. This world makes it very, very hard to be a sexual minority; we all need to support each other as best we can. That being said....
As I've mentioned before, I didn't discover I was a lesbian until I was 31 years old. In a way that was a blessing, because high school was hellish enough for me without that added weight on my shoulders. But frankly, I don't see how I could have processed the truth at that stage of my life anyway. I was brought up in a fundamentalist household and always felt strongly pressured to be as good/obedient/perfect as possible (which is probably a big reason I'm so into MC, but that's another story). Most of the fundamentalism came from my father, who dropped out of the picture before I hit my teens; after that, my religious world gradually started to open up, but I was still trying hard to be a good little fundamentalist well into my early 20's, and good little fundamentalists just weren't gay - or so I thought at the time. I've since encountered several.
Anyway, I sailed through my college years and early twenties on a tide of blissful ignorance, always looking for Mr. Right and never finding him - and always being amazed at how quickly my friends gave in to sexual pressure when I wasn't even seriously tempted. Eventually I began to wonder if I was a) not psychologically ready for a mate, and/or b) just plain frigid.
Meanwhile, the older I got, the more I began to question the most basic tenet of fundamentalism: that the Bible is inerrant. A big reason for the questioning was that I was coming into a closer relationship with a gay relative and was trying to understand and not be judgmental; but an even bigger reason was, the more I began to think for myself, the more my heart and mind both told me inerrancy just didn't make sense. Heck, the New Testament actually says - twice - "Slaves, obey your masters."* Tell that to the people who say you're going to hell because the Bible says so!
Eventually I gave up on fundamentalism and learned something the fundamentalists had always hidden from me: there's a very large segment of Christianity (and of other religions, I'm sure) that has accepted homosexuality as a product of biology rather than of sin.
Then came the big moment, a few years further down the road. I was at a very spiritual place in my life, both mentally and physically. In fact, I was actually praying in a chapel balcony when it just dropped on me out of nowhere, like a brick from heaven: I was no more or less attracted to women than I was to men. I wasn't straight.
My first thought was that I must be bisexual, since I did enjoy looking at men and had had crushes on so many of them. And believe me, thinking I was bisexual was frightening enough. I spent the entire next morning expecting to lust after every single person who crossed my path. I didn't, of course, and eventually I began to relax a little.
Then I found a few GLBT acquaintances to talk with, and at last a wise (and hilariously blunt) older friend asked me, "Well, do you like dicks?" That was the second brick. Once it hit me, I saw the truth I'd been avoiding all those years: sure, I liked guys. A lot. From the waist up. But I never got off on the idea of sex with a man, whereas the first time I imagined myself pleasuring a woman...well, let's just say it was a real eye opening experience. Then eventually I had my first lesbian kiss, and that sealed the deal. I finally knew, after all those years, what things were supposed to feel like. Oh, and as for my worrying about being frigid? Not a worry any longer. ;-)
And that's it in a nutshell. I had to leave fundamentalism behind before I could embrace my orientation, but I haven't left my faith behind; I've just become a lot more liberal in it. On the other hand, I do know several GLBT's who've managed to retain a rigid theology and still feel all right about themselves, so it can be done. Here's a very interesting documentary that speaks to that issue from a Jewish standpoint.
In closing, I'd like to offer myself as a resource to anyone wrestling with issues of sexuality and spirituality. My knowledge of the subject is fairly extensive, and I can promise you complete confidentiality, total compassion and open-mindedness, and not a jot of evangelism. Having come out of the background I did, I feel nothing but sympathy for people who find their faith pitted against their essential natures. I want to help in any way I can. So if you need someone to talk to, just e-mail me. I'll be glad to listen and not judge.
*Ephesians 6:5 and Colossians 3:22
As I've mentioned before, I didn't discover I was a lesbian until I was 31 years old. In a way that was a blessing, because high school was hellish enough for me without that added weight on my shoulders. But frankly, I don't see how I could have processed the truth at that stage of my life anyway. I was brought up in a fundamentalist household and always felt strongly pressured to be as good/obedient/perfect as possible (which is probably a big reason I'm so into MC, but that's another story). Most of the fundamentalism came from my father, who dropped out of the picture before I hit my teens; after that, my religious world gradually started to open up, but I was still trying hard to be a good little fundamentalist well into my early 20's, and good little fundamentalists just weren't gay - or so I thought at the time. I've since encountered several.
Anyway, I sailed through my college years and early twenties on a tide of blissful ignorance, always looking for Mr. Right and never finding him - and always being amazed at how quickly my friends gave in to sexual pressure when I wasn't even seriously tempted. Eventually I began to wonder if I was a) not psychologically ready for a mate, and/or b) just plain frigid.
Meanwhile, the older I got, the more I began to question the most basic tenet of fundamentalism: that the Bible is inerrant. A big reason for the questioning was that I was coming into a closer relationship with a gay relative and was trying to understand and not be judgmental; but an even bigger reason was, the more I began to think for myself, the more my heart and mind both told me inerrancy just didn't make sense. Heck, the New Testament actually says - twice - "Slaves, obey your masters."* Tell that to the people who say you're going to hell because the Bible says so!
Eventually I gave up on fundamentalism and learned something the fundamentalists had always hidden from me: there's a very large segment of Christianity (and of other religions, I'm sure) that has accepted homosexuality as a product of biology rather than of sin.
Then came the big moment, a few years further down the road. I was at a very spiritual place in my life, both mentally and physically. In fact, I was actually praying in a chapel balcony when it just dropped on me out of nowhere, like a brick from heaven: I was no more or less attracted to women than I was to men. I wasn't straight.
My first thought was that I must be bisexual, since I did enjoy looking at men and had had crushes on so many of them. And believe me, thinking I was bisexual was frightening enough. I spent the entire next morning expecting to lust after every single person who crossed my path. I didn't, of course, and eventually I began to relax a little.
Then I found a few GLBT acquaintances to talk with, and at last a wise (and hilariously blunt) older friend asked me, "Well, do you like dicks?" That was the second brick. Once it hit me, I saw the truth I'd been avoiding all those years: sure, I liked guys. A lot. From the waist up. But I never got off on the idea of sex with a man, whereas the first time I imagined myself pleasuring a woman...well, let's just say it was a real eye opening experience. Then eventually I had my first lesbian kiss, and that sealed the deal. I finally knew, after all those years, what things were supposed to feel like. Oh, and as for my worrying about being frigid? Not a worry any longer. ;-)
And that's it in a nutshell. I had to leave fundamentalism behind before I could embrace my orientation, but I haven't left my faith behind; I've just become a lot more liberal in it. On the other hand, I do know several GLBT's who've managed to retain a rigid theology and still feel all right about themselves, so it can be done. Here's a very interesting documentary that speaks to that issue from a Jewish standpoint.
In closing, I'd like to offer myself as a resource to anyone wrestling with issues of sexuality and spirituality. My knowledge of the subject is fairly extensive, and I can promise you complete confidentiality, total compassion and open-mindedness, and not a jot of evangelism. Having come out of the background I did, I feel nothing but sympathy for people who find their faith pitted against their essential natures. I want to help in any way I can. So if you need someone to talk to, just e-mail me. I'll be glad to listen and not judge.
*Ephesians 6:5 and Colossians 3:22
Sunday, August 10, 2008
There's Something About Somnambulent Brides
Well, I had originally intended to make my next blog entry a very personal one about my coming-out experience, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to be a tease again. Sorry. ;-)
When I found this new pic of Ulorin Vex on Deviant Art, it brought to mind this somewhat older pic of Apnea, also on Deviant Art; and the two of them together got me thinking about an aspect of my fetish that I haven't shared with you yet. I love the idea of taking a traditional "white wedding" and twisting it into a ritual that permanently, formally, irrevocably binds a slave in mental chains.
In fact, I used just such a scene as the climax of What Do You Give the Man Who Has Everything?, and I briefly considered something similar for Mirrored in Your Eyes. Sadly, with "Mirrored," it didn't take me long to realize an ending like that would have been more of a personal indulgence than a legitimate conclusion; so I went in a different direction. I hope you liked it, but if you're wondering what could have been, let me share a decade-old private fantasy with you. You might recognize the two main characters from another of my stories on the EMCSA, but I won't name names since that could spoil the ending for those of you who haven't read it yet.
The first two paragraphs below are a summary of several pages worth of personal fantasy; beyond that, what you're seeing is about 90% verbatim from the original piece, written in my first few months of exploring lesbian MC. The biggest change I've made is in the upper- and lower-casing of pronouns; I didn't know about that convention when I wrote this piece.
Sweet dreams, my friends.
When I found this new pic of Ulorin Vex on Deviant Art, it brought to mind this somewhat older pic of Apnea, also on Deviant Art; and the two of them together got me thinking about an aspect of my fetish that I haven't shared with you yet. I love the idea of taking a traditional "white wedding" and twisting it into a ritual that permanently, formally, irrevocably binds a slave in mental chains.
In fact, I used just such a scene as the climax of What Do You Give the Man Who Has Everything?, and I briefly considered something similar for Mirrored in Your Eyes. Sadly, with "Mirrored," it didn't take me long to realize an ending like that would have been more of a personal indulgence than a legitimate conclusion; so I went in a different direction. I hope you liked it, but if you're wondering what could have been, let me share a decade-old private fantasy with you. You might recognize the two main characters from another of my stories on the EMCSA, but I won't name names since that could spoil the ending for those of you who haven't read it yet.
The first two paragraphs below are a summary of several pages worth of personal fantasy; beyond that, what you're seeing is about 90% verbatim from the original piece, written in my first few months of exploring lesbian MC. The biggest change I've made is in the upper- and lower-casing of pronouns; I didn't know about that convention when I wrote this piece.
The wedding is the highlight of a fetish party filled with all sorts of guests in all sorts of outlandish attire. At the stroke of midnight, my Domme walks proudly down the aisle with me drifting behind her like a balloon on a string. my skin is white, my eyes are white, my veil and corset are white. my only other attire is a silver chastity belt.
my mouth has been sealed with a thin layer of latex which blends perfectly with my skin. Everything together gives the illusion that my Domme has magically transformed me much as Laura was transformed in Spellbound, and i am deeply hypnotized enough to believe that this is indeed the case. i am a mute and mindless no-bot with no say at all in what is about to happen to me.
I kneel at Her side, facing Her, while She turns to address the crowd. "Queerly beloved," She begins amid titters, "you are gathered here today to witness the union of Mistress and thrall in the bond of perfect slavery." She goes on in this vein for some time, the crowd eating up her every word. It’s a good speech; i wrote most of it myself.
When She is finished, the ball-gagged ringbearer knee-walks up to us, bearing a silver-studded white collar on a pillow. My Domme takes it, and the ringbearer scuttles out of sight again.
She unfastens the clasp and turns to face me. "Do you, thrall, promise to love, honor and obey me for as long as I choose to command you? Nod."
i do.
"Do you promise to have no will but My will, no thoughts or memories except those I allow you, no purpose in life but to serve Me? Nod."
Again, i do.
"Do you promise to live, breathe and exist only at My command for as long as I permit you to do so? Nod."
I can do nothing but obey.
my Domme favors me with a regal smile, then shares it with the crowd. "As for me," She tells us all, "I promise to command or ignore you at My pleasure, to remold your mind and body to suit My every whim, to permit you no freedom except that which amuses Me, and to keep you in perfect thralldom for as long as I let you live."
With that, She throws back my veil and fastens the collar around my neck. "Rise, bride and thrall," She commands. "You may kiss your Mistress."
Everything below my nose is a featureless slab, but the latex around my mouth is thin as tissue. Her tongue pierces it easily, then pokes through a squib tucked between my teeth and lips. my jaws crack open and She pushes the squib under my tongue, out of sight. Then She turns me full-on toward the murmuring crowd. my new-formed mouth is a jagged hole smeared with blood.
"The first seal is broken!" my Domme announces, grinning. There’s blood around Her mouth, too. "But there will be many more to come."
The crowd applauds, but She holds up a warning hand. "Of course, the consummation of a wedding should be a private affair. And so I leave you to your merriments - and My bride to Myself. Good night!"
Cheers and confetti follow us out the door.
Sweet dreams, my friends.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Lovely Latex Legs...with a Story
This is the first picture posted online of Silk Spectre II, a character from the upcoming Watchmen movie, for which I have very high hopes. It's directed by the guy who did 300 and is adapted from a graphic novel so highly acclaimed that no less a source than Time Magazine listed it among its "100 Best English-Language Novels."
Just a brief little synopsis for those unfamiliar with the source material: Watchmen is a deconstruction of the superhero myth, getting inside the (often quite twisted) heads of a number of costumed vigilantes, only one of whom has actual superpowers. Silk Spectre II is the daughter of a late '30's/early '40's-era crimefighter who used her looks and charisma to become something of a celebrity and groomed her daughter Laurie to follow in her footsteps. You can see pictures of both of them, and of the other lead characters, here; and view a fantastic-looking trailer here.
The costume designers for the movie have updated Laurie's look quite a bit; but I must say, I don't mind at all. ;-)
I am very much looking forward to this movie.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
...And Here We Go Again
Just like before, once I started playing with the idea of creating a second page of picture links, I couldn't let it drop until I'd done something about it. So over the last several days, I've been slowly putting together a page of miscellaneous fetish stuff, this time not limiting myself just to Model Mayhem - or even just to women. I hope you'll enjoy.
Oh, and while we're talking about things I can't let drop, you might like to know that I'm still hung up on those tentacle pictures I've been sharing with you and am trying to craft a story around them all. This one, I suspect, will be a long time in the making; but it is in the making.
Oh, and while we're talking about things I can't let drop, you might like to know that I'm still hung up on those tentacle pictures I've been sharing with you and am trying to craft a story around them all. This one, I suspect, will be a long time in the making; but it is in the making.
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