Stigmas in our Community

To my knowledge, the Kink Community is the most diverse and accepting communities out there. We have people from all types of backgrounds and cultures, people with all types of kinky desires and needs.
Yet it seems we just simply cannot coexist without some sort of hierarchy of acceptable kink genres. Why is that?
Why is it that some who consider themselves 'spankos' believe that if you use a flogger you are doing BDSM and therefore are not a spanko? Why is it that some Sissy Maids do not accept DL's? That true Dom(me)s cannot every bottom, that true submissives cannot top ... The list goes on.
In the land of MKINYK/YKINMK can we not just accept that while we do not need to embrace anyones kinky nature, we very well can be accepting and understanding.
I love this community. It excites me that I can come here ('here' being any kink community, online or r/l) and gather information, ask questions, find mentors, share knowledge, meet others, find events and generally feel accepted.
I am aware, however, that I cannot share all my kinky adventures. I have to be careful who I share what with, as some of what I enjoy is stigmatized.
I try very hard to be accepting and even when your kink freaks me the hell out, I try to learn a bit about it, in order to be supportive. If you do blood play, for example, I won't watch, but I will help you find the safety supplies you need and be there to listen and encourage you to grow and learn and experience.
I think some people in our community have forgotten (or perhaps never knew) the pain of having to hide such a huge part of themselves away from the world. I believe we all need to check ourselves-are we as accepting as we could be of other people in this community? What group do we look down on? Then we need to learn about that group, to lessen our fear of what they do and be able to say, no, YKINMK but you are welcome here.
Not saying to accept anything that really truly goes against your moral fiber. Some things are just wrong. But if the activity involves consenting adults who are taking steps to ensure that what they do is done as safe as possible, then quit judging

SSC Meet and Learn May 3rd

I was fairly excited, as the winter had been quite long and we were long overdue for a community gathering.  With so many of the original group having moved away, however, I was not sure how many people to expect.

FHB was fairly stoked.  N had volunteered to be his demo for pressure points.  I planned on a rope tutorial to follow his presentation and of course we had something new and exciting... A surprise for everyone!

With so many people messaging me for the address I thought we might have a full house.  I find that many people, when they find out we have waivers and if you appear 'young' you may be required to show ID, are reluctant to attend.  I understand their reticence, but at the same time I have to ensure that EVERYONE is safe, protected and that we all are on the same page.

FHB gave F a ride, and N showed up shortly after.  We introduced them and chatted for a time.  At quarter after, however, we moved forward and presented our surprise.

This innocent looking device is a spanking machine from spankermachine.com  We set it up, attaching it to a rickety side table I have (not sure why I have not replaced that thing either, but...) and attached my shortest cane to it. 

N was our brave volunteer, and what a show!!  You can see in the video that the machine's clamp is rather lame, and that the implements keep dropping lower and lower.  But for the money it is certainly a great find.

I admit, I was laughing hysterically as N danced all over and the machine relentlessly continued to swat her.  I noted, with some mirth, that she stood there, never moving away-so all her jumping about seemed twice as funny.

Just as we wrapped that up and started the pressure point demo, J called to say they were headed over.  FHB happily redid the Pressure Points demo for J and then we did a toy share and chat for the rest of the evening.

Perhaps not as structured as we sometimes get, but it was fantastic to gather again! See you all next month!

Richards Day off F/m

Richard’s Day Off



She slowly opened her eyes, stretched and rolled over to wake Richard.


Only he wasn't there.


She quickly got out of bed, and grabbed a robe as she ran out of the room and down the stairs, sparing the clock a cursory glance as she went.


‘Six in the morning. Where the Hell was he?’ She thought, thoroughly irritated.


After making sure that he wasn't in the downstairs bathroom, or the kitchen she checked the garage. Her temper began to rise immediately, and she slammed back in to the house.


Histruck was gone. He actually went to the office, today of all days.


She was not impressed. He had promised that he would book the day off.Had been promising all month. Unlike all those other times, this time was definitely worse. After all, it WAS their anniversary, and they had made specific plans.


'Anyways,'she muttered darkly, 'what is the point of being the boss if you can't take one lousy day off!'


She paced back and forth as she thought back over the last few months. It had been, what? Three months since he had taken more than half a day off. Two cancelled weekend trips, twelve cancelled dinner reservations. One cancelled beach holiday. Hundreds of unfulfilled promises.


She understood that the office was busy this time of year, but this was ridiculous. Richard put in enough hours to rival ANY workaholic. Yous ure didn’t see any of his employees working on a Sunday!


He was the boss; he could take some time off if he chose to.


And that, she decided, was the real problem. He did NOT choose to. He did NOT choose to spend time with his WIFE, did NOT choose to KEEP his PROMISES!


Well this time there would be hell to pay!! She smiled grimly as she dressed, planning her revenge. Oh Yes! This time he would fully and completely understand what it meant to make the wrong choice!


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A few hours later, Richard was still sitting in the office, crunching through a small pile of paperwork. He had made several attempts to contact some of their customers, but so far had failed to reach anyone. “You would think” he thought irritably, “That someone would be interested in their company’s well being!” He couldn’t understand such irresponsibility! After, HE put in whatever hours were necessary, working hard to keep the company solid.


He was well into his self-satisfied gloating when the outer door opened.


He looked up in surprise. It was very rare to have a customer come in on a Sunday. He was even more surprised at the vision that appeared in the doorway.


His WIFE! And she was dressed... differently. Thigh high black boots showed off her legs, as did the black mini and bustier. Good God! She looked more like a street girl than she did his loving, swee t wife!


In her hand she held a- What the Hell!! She had a crop in her hand!!


His eyes widened even further as she locked the door, then turned around to glare at him. "Uh, Honey? What in Sam's Hill is going on?"He stammered at her, completely baffled, and more than a little bit irritated. Didn’t she understand that he had no time for such impudence!


"Justa little reminder, Richard dear. Hopefully you will at least remember this one, hmm?" She purred as she strode towards him. He couldn’t help but notice how, well, determined she looked. How absolutely angry she was. Her high heeled boots clacked loudly against the floor. He immediately checked to be sure she wasn’t marking up the linoleum.


"Where are you supposed to be young man?" She barked at him, irritated at the way his eyes just kept getting bigger. By the way he just gaped at her, not truly understanding his situation. Well, he would understand soon enough, that’s for sure!


Theedge in her voice, if not the words themselves seemed to penetrate his shock, as he stood up to face her.


"Now just wait a minute! You can't talk to me like that!!" He blustered, his hands thumping down on his desk, scattering his paperwork. “Now look at what you’ve made me do!” he grumped, glaring at the paperwork all over the floor.


Ignoring his complaining, she walked up so that she faced him across his desk.Then she slowly reached forward to grab his tie.


Fora brief moment he wondered if this was one of those bizarre sex things, the kind people were always talking about. What was it called? Ah, Dominatrix! Then he found him self sprawled across his own desk as she yanked hard on his tie.


"I can’t talk to you like that? That is debatable Richard. I am sick of your attitude lately. You don't have time for me anymore, hmm?" She spoke coldly, as he sputtered and struggled.


The horrid crop came down sharply across his backside. He jerked, trying to stand up, only to choke wildly for a moment. Christ, she had tiedhis tie to something. He quickly discovered that any struggling resulted in rapid strangulation.


Justas he came to this conclusion the crop bit into him twice more.


"So much work to do, hmm?"


CRACK,SPLAT!


"Not even time for our anniversary?"


CRACK CRACK CRACK!


He held still thinking that she had lost her cotton picking mind, maybe if he held still she would give up on this weird game.


"Hmm,not very effective...Well, lets try this..."Suddenly he felt cold air on his now exposed buttocks as she ripped his dress pants.


"That is ENOUGH!" He roared, thoroughly pissed off. This was beyond bad taste in jokes. “You will quit this nonsense RIGHT NOW!” He yelled, frustrated by his own helplessness.


"On the contrary dear, we have not yet begun to discuss how thoroughly pissed I am" She lightly tapped the crop on his exposed buttocks, laughing throatily as he clenched in anticipation of the blow.


The she brought the crop down smartly several times in rapid succession,not even minding that he didn't make a sound.


Then she aimed a blow at the tender underside of his left buttock, and was rewarded by his cursing and frantic struggles to get loose.


She proceeded to bring the crop down, each connection with his vulnerable ass leaving a thin red line. Lines that soon became welts as she continued to demonstrate her ire with him upon his person.


After25 blows he began to make low growling noises as each landed, 25 morehad him moaning.


Throughout it all she continued to lecture him on his poor behavior concerning their relationship. By the time she was no longer angry his ass was covered in stripes that showed no sign of fading any time soon.


She left him there, the rear of his pants ripped out, tied to his desk.


As she reached the door she stopped.


"Richard.I have no wish to have to repeat this performance, so I suggest you get your ass home for our ANNIVERSARY DINNER. I further suggest that you start making our relationship a priority, not just work."


She opened the door, then turned back.


"Oh,and all you have to do is open the drawer to get you tie loose."


As he reached for the drawer, she sauntered out, laughing softly to herself.