I have read this morning of a discrimination charge. You can read about it here.
To my disgust they have defended the employees action stating that it was a lack of knowledge. Really? Then the training program is at fault and they should reeducate every single one of their employees!
I would like to see this woman compensated for this.
I remember breast feeding all 3 of my children, it was a beautiful experience and 13 years ago (when I last nursed a baby) mothers were still being discriminated against.
I remember being in a restaurant that my husband and I frequented, I was always discrete and would put a blanket over my shoulder.
I had the restaurant manager come to my table and advise me that a special seat had been arranged for me where I could more comfortably feed my baby. I followed him as he led me to the ladies room and pointed to an inadequate chair (it had high arms) that had been placed next to the hand dryer. I was appalled and protested, but was informed that I was not allowed to feed my child in the main portion of the restaurant and if I persisted he would ask me to leave.
I did leave and took my entire family with me and never went back. I made sure I told the story to anyone I possibly could even spending several days out front of their restaurant with my child in my arms telling anyone who walked towards the doors not to attempt to feed their baby inside because they would be directed to the bathroom or to the exit.
The memory of discrimination will never leave me. There were other times and other places where feeding my babies made me feel like a criminal. Eventually I just started asking people do you like to eat? Do you want to sit here and deny the right of my child to eat? Usually they would go away or give me a strange look like the thought hadn't crossed their mind! I had some tell me that I must give my child a bottle when in public. I would give them an angry look and say, I have the perfect containers for my babies milk, in the perfect quantity and perfect temperature. BACK OFF!
There were a lot of supportive people as well, mostly other breastfeeding moms who were going through the same thing. We all may have done things a bit different but we all agreed breast was best.
I am shocked and rather dismayed that in today's world there is a single bit of this type of discrimination going on. It is one of those moments when I am grateful for the internet and the fact we can gather information like this.
Goddess's unite! Our great-grandmothers didn't burn their bras and march on parliament so we could sit here and quietly take it as others steamroll over our rights. We are better than that, and dammit we better stand up and shout continuously and in a long strong voice together. We will not tolerate this behavior.
I would like to see people carry whistles. And when a person is being discriminated against, they should blow the whistle, long and loud, so everyone around them can hear it. Everyone should all start blowing their whistles and on and on until everyone is blowing their whistles and pointing and staring at the offending person.
Then all stop and in the silence after the whistle, have one person quietly read Section 15 (1) of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. and Section 28 of the Charter. The offending person is now properly educated and must issue an apology immediately. The offending person would then be permitted to continue their day and hopefully never transgress again.
In my world there is no gender, no colour, no creed and religion. We are all human and all lovable, we all have the same rights and freedoms.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Just For Kicks
Jimmy Alamo is a fearless penguin hunter. Chasing down penguins with the greatest of ease, he thrusts at them with his telephone pole and makes them do his bidding. His bidding involves making sno-cones turn to melty pots of sticky gooey sweetness that drip and drizzle and overflow their cups.
Jimmy Alamo is my friend and we hunt penguins together. His telephone pole method is tried true and the effectiveness of it is without fault. The penguins are plentiful and surprisingly willing to do as he demands they must. Our sno-cones are some of the drippiest, gushiest in the land.
I am a Jimmy Alamo fan, I cheer him on and beg for his seal of approval. You could safely say I worship his telephone pole and it's winsome ways. He grants me tokens of his approval as he sees fit, and I am ever grateful.
Jimmy Alamo, is my hero!
Jimmy Alamo is my friend and we hunt penguins together. His telephone pole method is tried true and the effectiveness of it is without fault. The penguins are plentiful and surprisingly willing to do as he demands they must. Our sno-cones are some of the drippiest, gushiest in the land.
I am a Jimmy Alamo fan, I cheer him on and beg for his seal of approval. You could safely say I worship his telephone pole and it's winsome ways. He grants me tokens of his approval as he sees fit, and I am ever grateful.
Jimmy Alamo, is my hero!
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Homerun
I unzipped my bag and began laying out implements of torment.
He was standing and watching me as I unloaded item after item to lay on the floor beside him. His eyes were bright and eager, a curious look on several tools but he did not say no to even one of them.
I am thrilled of course.
We discuss his physical limitations and the only one he tells me of is his tendency to have his knees buckle after awhile. He is feeling strong otherwise.
I begin with a spanking. I spank hard and I know it, so I started off as light as I could and worked up to a good firm and fast slapping. His bum turned a nice bright red and I proceeded to slap his shoulders and his thighs. Warming him up and getting the blood flowing so that my strikes can be so much harder. I also know there is less of a tendency to leave long lasting marks on flesh that has been properly warmed.
I want to hurt him.
I pick up a small thin paddle first and begin slapping his bum and thighs and back, moving around and around him as I beat on nipples and the fronts and sides of his thighs. Paying special attention to his inner thighs. I know how wonderful it is to have pain zinging through those tender spots.
I am giggling and starting to dance as I next pick up my small flogger. This one has a slight sting to it and it work it over his bum in a sweeping side to side motion. Then attack his shoulders with it as well. The side to side sweeping motion gets the most reaction out of him and I increase the intensity by throwing all my body weight behind it. Harder and harder, he is crying out loudly and yelling.
I drop the flogger back and pick up my thin crop. This one stings and has a good bite to it. I run it over his bum and tease him with it, checking to see if his arms are tired, running my hands over his arms and legs. He feels strong and steady still. Mmmm and his body responds so nicely under my touch.
I move back to striking distance and commences the delicate procedure of whipping him with my crop. He is wailing rather loudly and I am grinning in delight as I whip his ass, then switch to his thighs. Moving around to the front I whip his nipples and tease along his ribcage with the tip.
His clear gaze is glittering as though he is burning up from the inside out. I am very pleased with his behavior so far. I reward him by stepping close and rubbing my body against his. He kisses me and I smile at how tender and submissive he is.
Sexy man.
I pull away and circle back around to beat on his butt some more. My crop strikes drawing yells from him. I do not hush him, this scene is all about limits, finding them and edging around them. He is not tied and he is not gagged.
I strip my skirt and shirt off as I am getting way to hot. Standing in just my bra and panties I survey him and the tools I have selected. My scene is officially warmed up.
I grab the bag of clothespins and sit on the floor in front of him, applying the wooden clamps to his nipples in a line of four, clamping first the outside area and lastly the tender nipple. I clip them to the inside of his thighs so he can not close them and then I start clipping them the the underside of his cock and along his ball seam.
I am giggling again as I tug on some of them and rise to my feet before him. He is moaning and looking spacey. I step behind him and pick up my heavy flogger. The strikes from this flogger are very firm and thuddy, I make no mistakes in hitting him in swift sure strokes. Bum and back in strong steady movements. Harder than ever I strike at him feeling the drag of the flogger as the falls first slam into his skin and then sweep across it. Smooth skin is met by a roughish suede flogger that almost scrapes as the falls slide.
He is yelling again and incoherent words seem mixed in with the shouts. I drop the flogger and cross around in front of him, his eyes following my every move. I slide a hand down his back and bum as I press close to his side. Tugging gently and flicking at the clothespins. I am under the impression he doesn't wear them often by his gasps and the startled expression in his eyes.
I pick up my quirt and begin lashing him with it, bright red strips appearing and standing out from the solid red that is covering his bum. The quirt is one of my favorite toys with its long whippy fall. Flicking it at him as I circle around and strike at his thighs and gently on his belly. The clips are on the way of his nipples so I focus on his thighs and get wider and wider in my lashing. He suddenly calls out in a big string "OWthathitmycock." I merely smile and continue with the lashing. He had commented earlier on another persons scene about the fact she was talking in sentences that had no spaces between words, to which I had replied, I bet I can make you do that! Win. I set my crop aside/
I pull off the first pin I put on and his gasp is pure music to me. I begin pulling them off randomly. Tugging on some for a minute before yanking them off hard. Others I pinch and slowly release. They are all off of his thighs now and I grin up at him as he gives me a dazed floaty look. I grab the row of pegs on his left nipple and without any further ceremony yank the entire row off in a hard pull. His head flys back and his body arches. He is yelling and moaning. I am laughing at his predicament. I know he wants more! I grab the other row and yank pulling all but the one on his nipple off (accidentally it didn't come off) I laugh and poke the clip. Asking him if he would like me to take it off. He gives me a confused look. I love that look in a painsluts eyes. the one that says, "OH pleeease hurt me, it feels so GOOD" such a conflicting emotion to crave the pain.
"Yes Mistress" Is his response and I laugh my evil chuckle. Poking it again and saying I will leave it on, "Just because you asked me to take it off." He groans and I start pulling the clamps off his cock and balls. He is squirming and wiggling. I pull one clip off his penis and his comment is "Oooo might want to check that one for skin!" I laugh and pull the rest off, paying close attention to his reactions. He has very much enjoyed this portion of play.
The clothespins are all removed and I pinch and squeeze his nipples, rubbing where clips were on his cock and balls. He is doing the dance now and the noises are quite comical. Eeks and acks and little squeals.
I step close and instruct him to kiss my cleavage while my fingernails dig into his bum, squeezing and gripping his ass as he whimpers and kisses me with his soft lips. MMM delicious.
His knees are beginning to quiver so I grab a bench and have him kneel on it. His bum is now an even more perfect target as he is bent over, I spank him hard with my bare hands which makes him kneel up and shout out.
I pull away and pick up my cane, attacking his ass and thighs, he is giving short shouts as I strike him and I walk in front of him and use the cane to beat on his nipples. I love beating flesh that has been recently clamped as the blood flow makes everything hyper sensitive. My taps to his nipples are impossible for him to ignore. I pause long enough to grip his nipples in my fingers, clamping them in a vice like grip and twisting. I reach behind him and spank him again and again with my bare hand. Commenting on how my hands elicit more of a response than the cane does. Laughing and circling back around to strike at him again with my cane.
I use my flogger on him again briefly, reversing it in my hand and striking at him with the leather encase handle. It makes and effective bat and I know I can leave nasty bruises if I work hard on it.
I am mindful now of how long we have been playing (well over an hour and half) I know I need to bring him to the pinnacle, push him over and then float him back down.
I pick up "The Attention Getter" this is a thin metal cable encased in plastic sheathing much like what people use for locking up bikes. I walk over and tap him lightly with it, I am very careful with this toy as it is extremely intense. Slowly I increase the strength behind the blows until he is yelling as loud as I have ever heard.
He comments on how it feels like it is splitting his skin open. I tell him that it is the most intense toy I have and that I only know one other person that can take it's blows. I have him kneel up and I strike his nipples and his thighs with it. This toy is one of my favorites but it requires a lot of attention and a very discerning touch.
I set the toy down after giving him a brief snuggle and allowing him to nuzzle in my cleavage. He is getting deeper into sub space and he seems very pliable.
I pick up my bat.
I can not help but allow a maniacal giggle to escape me as I take a swing at his butt. That gets him going, he nearly falls off the bench as I reach out to steady the teetering platform. He apologizes and I laugh and tell him I am going for a homerun.
I use a two handed grip and swing into him while I laugh and sing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame"
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP
My bat is the pivot point to the scene and he is literally falling over as each blow strikes him and the impact drives him forward.
I grab a coarse rubber brush with dull ends and rub it over his bum and back slowly. I have him kneel up and rub it over his nipples and his belly. Switching to a rather evil glove I have that has sharp and long plastic tread on the palm. I use it to rub and scratch all over his body. He is groaning and rocking back and forth on the bench. I spank him with this vampire type glove and watch him wiggle and squirm and yell. I am gripping his butt cheek in my gloved hand and squeezing. He is getting woozy and starting to become very fluid.
I remove the glove and put on my claws. They are sharpened steel fingertips claws. This man craves being scratched and he is finally getting what he desires. As I attack his back and butt and growl and roar, telling him I am a tiger! GROWL, SNARL ROAR! He is groaning as I bust out into giggles. Telling him to kneel up, he grasps the rack above his head and I scratch up and down his belly. Pausing I scratch over each nipple slowly, then demand he holds still! I grasp his nipple in my claws and start squeezing. He is shaking his head and his whole body is trembling as I tell him not to move or he will lose a nipple. Then what would I torture? I squeeze his other nipple in my claws and listen to the yowls and whimpers another moment before releasing him.
I remove my claws and pick up the wartenburg wheel. He saw me set it out earlier but he is not expecting it as I approach him from behind.
I zip the wheel down his back and over his sensitive bum. He is whimpering and gasping his eyes and mouth open wide in surprise. I roll the wheel over his back at varying speeds and intensities, working my way to the front and running the wheel over his chest. I tease him and make me beg for it on his nipples. My laughter surrounding us as he whimpers and begs for the wheel on his nipples. I move lower and run the wheel over his pelvis and tease his cock and balls with it. He is gasping and moaning in his delight.
I stop the turning of the wheel and attack him with it dragging the points across him and using them to scratch hard across his skin. Next I alternate, sometimes allowing the wheel to spin freely and others trapping it with my fingers so it will roll and then drag.
I have him lay forward on the bench again and grab my fuzzy mitt rubbing and massaging him gently as I bring him back down. After a few minutes of allowing him to catch his breath I lead him over to a chair and make him sit. I straddle him so he can feel my moist panties against his lap, tangling my fingers in his hair and teasing him before finally kissing the corner of his mouth.
I watch him as I clean up from our scene, before finally taking him upstairs for a drink.
What fun! Definitely need more time for the next round.
He was standing and watching me as I unloaded item after item to lay on the floor beside him. His eyes were bright and eager, a curious look on several tools but he did not say no to even one of them.
I am thrilled of course.
We discuss his physical limitations and the only one he tells me of is his tendency to have his knees buckle after awhile. He is feeling strong otherwise.
I begin with a spanking. I spank hard and I know it, so I started off as light as I could and worked up to a good firm and fast slapping. His bum turned a nice bright red and I proceeded to slap his shoulders and his thighs. Warming him up and getting the blood flowing so that my strikes can be so much harder. I also know there is less of a tendency to leave long lasting marks on flesh that has been properly warmed.
I want to hurt him.
I pick up a small thin paddle first and begin slapping his bum and thighs and back, moving around and around him as I beat on nipples and the fronts and sides of his thighs. Paying special attention to his inner thighs. I know how wonderful it is to have pain zinging through those tender spots.
I am giggling and starting to dance as I next pick up my small flogger. This one has a slight sting to it and it work it over his bum in a sweeping side to side motion. Then attack his shoulders with it as well. The side to side sweeping motion gets the most reaction out of him and I increase the intensity by throwing all my body weight behind it. Harder and harder, he is crying out loudly and yelling.
I drop the flogger back and pick up my thin crop. This one stings and has a good bite to it. I run it over his bum and tease him with it, checking to see if his arms are tired, running my hands over his arms and legs. He feels strong and steady still. Mmmm and his body responds so nicely under my touch.
I move back to striking distance and commences the delicate procedure of whipping him with my crop. He is wailing rather loudly and I am grinning in delight as I whip his ass, then switch to his thighs. Moving around to the front I whip his nipples and tease along his ribcage with the tip.
His clear gaze is glittering as though he is burning up from the inside out. I am very pleased with his behavior so far. I reward him by stepping close and rubbing my body against his. He kisses me and I smile at how tender and submissive he is.
Sexy man.
I pull away and circle back around to beat on his butt some more. My crop strikes drawing yells from him. I do not hush him, this scene is all about limits, finding them and edging around them. He is not tied and he is not gagged.
I strip my skirt and shirt off as I am getting way to hot. Standing in just my bra and panties I survey him and the tools I have selected. My scene is officially warmed up.
I grab the bag of clothespins and sit on the floor in front of him, applying the wooden clamps to his nipples in a line of four, clamping first the outside area and lastly the tender nipple. I clip them to the inside of his thighs so he can not close them and then I start clipping them the the underside of his cock and along his ball seam.
I am giggling again as I tug on some of them and rise to my feet before him. He is moaning and looking spacey. I step behind him and pick up my heavy flogger. The strikes from this flogger are very firm and thuddy, I make no mistakes in hitting him in swift sure strokes. Bum and back in strong steady movements. Harder than ever I strike at him feeling the drag of the flogger as the falls first slam into his skin and then sweep across it. Smooth skin is met by a roughish suede flogger that almost scrapes as the falls slide.
He is yelling again and incoherent words seem mixed in with the shouts. I drop the flogger and cross around in front of him, his eyes following my every move. I slide a hand down his back and bum as I press close to his side. Tugging gently and flicking at the clothespins. I am under the impression he doesn't wear them often by his gasps and the startled expression in his eyes.
I pick up my quirt and begin lashing him with it, bright red strips appearing and standing out from the solid red that is covering his bum. The quirt is one of my favorite toys with its long whippy fall. Flicking it at him as I circle around and strike at his thighs and gently on his belly. The clips are on the way of his nipples so I focus on his thighs and get wider and wider in my lashing. He suddenly calls out in a big string "OWthathitmycock." I merely smile and continue with the lashing. He had commented earlier on another persons scene about the fact she was talking in sentences that had no spaces between words, to which I had replied, I bet I can make you do that! Win. I set my crop aside/
I pull off the first pin I put on and his gasp is pure music to me. I begin pulling them off randomly. Tugging on some for a minute before yanking them off hard. Others I pinch and slowly release. They are all off of his thighs now and I grin up at him as he gives me a dazed floaty look. I grab the row of pegs on his left nipple and without any further ceremony yank the entire row off in a hard pull. His head flys back and his body arches. He is yelling and moaning. I am laughing at his predicament. I know he wants more! I grab the other row and yank pulling all but the one on his nipple off (accidentally it didn't come off) I laugh and poke the clip. Asking him if he would like me to take it off. He gives me a confused look. I love that look in a painsluts eyes. the one that says, "OH pleeease hurt me, it feels so GOOD" such a conflicting emotion to crave the pain.
"Yes Mistress" Is his response and I laugh my evil chuckle. Poking it again and saying I will leave it on, "Just because you asked me to take it off." He groans and I start pulling the clamps off his cock and balls. He is squirming and wiggling. I pull one clip off his penis and his comment is "Oooo might want to check that one for skin!" I laugh and pull the rest off, paying close attention to his reactions. He has very much enjoyed this portion of play.
The clothespins are all removed and I pinch and squeeze his nipples, rubbing where clips were on his cock and balls. He is doing the dance now and the noises are quite comical. Eeks and acks and little squeals.
I step close and instruct him to kiss my cleavage while my fingernails dig into his bum, squeezing and gripping his ass as he whimpers and kisses me with his soft lips. MMM delicious.
His knees are beginning to quiver so I grab a bench and have him kneel on it. His bum is now an even more perfect target as he is bent over, I spank him hard with my bare hands which makes him kneel up and shout out.
I pull away and pick up my cane, attacking his ass and thighs, he is giving short shouts as I strike him and I walk in front of him and use the cane to beat on his nipples. I love beating flesh that has been recently clamped as the blood flow makes everything hyper sensitive. My taps to his nipples are impossible for him to ignore. I pause long enough to grip his nipples in my fingers, clamping them in a vice like grip and twisting. I reach behind him and spank him again and again with my bare hand. Commenting on how my hands elicit more of a response than the cane does. Laughing and circling back around to strike at him again with my cane.
I use my flogger on him again briefly, reversing it in my hand and striking at him with the leather encase handle. It makes and effective bat and I know I can leave nasty bruises if I work hard on it.
I am mindful now of how long we have been playing (well over an hour and half) I know I need to bring him to the pinnacle, push him over and then float him back down.
I pick up "The Attention Getter" this is a thin metal cable encased in plastic sheathing much like what people use for locking up bikes. I walk over and tap him lightly with it, I am very careful with this toy as it is extremely intense. Slowly I increase the strength behind the blows until he is yelling as loud as I have ever heard.
He comments on how it feels like it is splitting his skin open. I tell him that it is the most intense toy I have and that I only know one other person that can take it's blows. I have him kneel up and I strike his nipples and his thighs with it. This toy is one of my favorites but it requires a lot of attention and a very discerning touch.
I set the toy down after giving him a brief snuggle and allowing him to nuzzle in my cleavage. He is getting deeper into sub space and he seems very pliable.
I pick up my bat.
I can not help but allow a maniacal giggle to escape me as I take a swing at his butt. That gets him going, he nearly falls off the bench as I reach out to steady the teetering platform. He apologizes and I laugh and tell him I am going for a homerun.
I use a two handed grip and swing into him while I laugh and sing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame"
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP
My bat is the pivot point to the scene and he is literally falling over as each blow strikes him and the impact drives him forward.
I grab a coarse rubber brush with dull ends and rub it over his bum and back slowly. I have him kneel up and rub it over his nipples and his belly. Switching to a rather evil glove I have that has sharp and long plastic tread on the palm. I use it to rub and scratch all over his body. He is groaning and rocking back and forth on the bench. I spank him with this vampire type glove and watch him wiggle and squirm and yell. I am gripping his butt cheek in my gloved hand and squeezing. He is getting woozy and starting to become very fluid.
I remove the glove and put on my claws. They are sharpened steel fingertips claws. This man craves being scratched and he is finally getting what he desires. As I attack his back and butt and growl and roar, telling him I am a tiger! GROWL, SNARL ROAR! He is groaning as I bust out into giggles. Telling him to kneel up, he grasps the rack above his head and I scratch up and down his belly. Pausing I scratch over each nipple slowly, then demand he holds still! I grasp his nipple in my claws and start squeezing. He is shaking his head and his whole body is trembling as I tell him not to move or he will lose a nipple. Then what would I torture? I squeeze his other nipple in my claws and listen to the yowls and whimpers another moment before releasing him.
I remove my claws and pick up the wartenburg wheel. He saw me set it out earlier but he is not expecting it as I approach him from behind.
I zip the wheel down his back and over his sensitive bum. He is whimpering and gasping his eyes and mouth open wide in surprise. I roll the wheel over his back at varying speeds and intensities, working my way to the front and running the wheel over his chest. I tease him and make me beg for it on his nipples. My laughter surrounding us as he whimpers and begs for the wheel on his nipples. I move lower and run the wheel over his pelvis and tease his cock and balls with it. He is gasping and moaning in his delight.
I stop the turning of the wheel and attack him with it dragging the points across him and using them to scratch hard across his skin. Next I alternate, sometimes allowing the wheel to spin freely and others trapping it with my fingers so it will roll and then drag.
I have him lay forward on the bench again and grab my fuzzy mitt rubbing and massaging him gently as I bring him back down. After a few minutes of allowing him to catch his breath I lead him over to a chair and make him sit. I straddle him so he can feel my moist panties against his lap, tangling my fingers in his hair and teasing him before finally kissing the corner of his mouth.
I watch him as I clean up from our scene, before finally taking him upstairs for a drink.
What fun! Definitely need more time for the next round.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Fire Cupping
Fascinating!
Last night I learned how to fire cup. It was really cool, or should I say hot.
The bottom was someone who I have been trying to get the time to play with for some time. He was very willing and eager. As a matter of fact when it was said that there would be fire cupping upstairs and he was asked if he would like to try it his response was quick and affirmative.
He laid out on his stomach and we began.
The technique is rather simple really and it is more about science than one might realize. The object of fire cupping is to use a torch to reduce the amount of oxygen inside a glass by burning it off. The glass automatically tries to fill the oxygen deprived environment by creating a suction. Applying the glass to a body part causes it to suck the skin and underlying tissue into the glass as it tries to fill the void.
At least that is how I understood it to work.
The trick is to apply the glass to the skin quickly and without allowing the void to fill.
It worked really well on his back and butt. We were able to put a cup right in between his shoulder blades that sucked a huge amount of skin and and flesh up into it.
After the cups were all on we tapped and rapped on them and slid them around on his back, thighs and bum. It was funny listening to his exclamations and they were leaving great round marks that were red and purple. We all giggled and as we pulled the cups off I made sure to poke, prod and scratch at each and every mark.
At last I pulled the one in between his shoulder blades off. It POPPED off after a good firm tug and then I slapped and scratched at the large purple swollen suction mark. It was quite a bit larger than the actual cup and there was a raised halo edge from where the glass was stuck to his skin.
He flipped over and we cupped over his nipples, his belly and his thighs. It was a lesson in finding meaty bits to suck cups onto. We had fun and the cups kept toppling off as we failed to stick them to different places.
Someone wanted to try cupping his genitals and while it failed to work enough to provide the suction force needed to hold it in place, it was enough suction to cause him to moan and groan in appreciation.
Soon we were sliding the cups around and teasing the raised bumps of skin.
It was a fun time and he certainly enjoy the attention of three sexy women sucking cups all over his body.
Now I need my own cups and torch. I will have to work towards perfecting this technique. I am very interested in repeating the experience.
Any volunteers?
Last night I learned how to fire cup. It was really cool, or should I say hot.
The bottom was someone who I have been trying to get the time to play with for some time. He was very willing and eager. As a matter of fact when it was said that there would be fire cupping upstairs and he was asked if he would like to try it his response was quick and affirmative.
He laid out on his stomach and we began.
The technique is rather simple really and it is more about science than one might realize. The object of fire cupping is to use a torch to reduce the amount of oxygen inside a glass by burning it off. The glass automatically tries to fill the oxygen deprived environment by creating a suction. Applying the glass to a body part causes it to suck the skin and underlying tissue into the glass as it tries to fill the void.
At least that is how I understood it to work.
The trick is to apply the glass to the skin quickly and without allowing the void to fill.
It worked really well on his back and butt. We were able to put a cup right in between his shoulder blades that sucked a huge amount of skin and and flesh up into it.
After the cups were all on we tapped and rapped on them and slid them around on his back, thighs and bum. It was funny listening to his exclamations and they were leaving great round marks that were red and purple. We all giggled and as we pulled the cups off I made sure to poke, prod and scratch at each and every mark.
At last I pulled the one in between his shoulder blades off. It POPPED off after a good firm tug and then I slapped and scratched at the large purple swollen suction mark. It was quite a bit larger than the actual cup and there was a raised halo edge from where the glass was stuck to his skin.
He flipped over and we cupped over his nipples, his belly and his thighs. It was a lesson in finding meaty bits to suck cups onto. We had fun and the cups kept toppling off as we failed to stick them to different places.
Someone wanted to try cupping his genitals and while it failed to work enough to provide the suction force needed to hold it in place, it was enough suction to cause him to moan and groan in appreciation.
Soon we were sliding the cups around and teasing the raised bumps of skin.
It was a fun time and he certainly enjoy the attention of three sexy women sucking cups all over his body.
Now I need my own cups and torch. I will have to work towards perfecting this technique. I am very interested in repeating the experience.
Any volunteers?
Pride 2010
This year marked my first year attending the Pride Vancouver Parade. I had a fabulous time and took a bunch of pictures. I saw a few friends on one of the floats and I waved, hooted, hollered and danced. It was an amazing and joyous experience. Thank you to all participants, it made my day to see the unity and freedom of it all.
Absolutely a worthy cause please check out the site so you can join in the festivities next year!
Vancouver's Pride
Absolutely a worthy cause please check out the site so you can join in the festivities next year!
Vancouver's Pride
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