Posts By Happy Sadist

A new season, a new look.
A new season, a new look. avatar

It’s been more than 3 months since my last post.  A lot has happened since then.   We’re still sorting out everything after our move into a much nicer, and *bigger!* place.  A lot of plans are in the works for how we’re going to make the new house a safe, sane, and pleasurable home.

I’m still working on my AAR for Duckstock this year.  It was a memorable experience and I came away with a profound new insight into my own psyche, as well as a couple of very shiny new additions to my body.   Pictures will be included with the after action report, of course.

Now that the move is done, some really insane deadlines at work are past and with the summer coming in all calm and relaxing, I and the Brat both will have some time to write, and definitely have some nights to write about.

So till then, dear readers, keep it safe, sane, consensual, and happy.

HS

 

On consent, a political rant.
On consent, a political rant. avatar

I rarely post political rants, but this one needs to be said.  I won’t bore you with yet another blog post about the idiocy going on in congress over birth control coverage, abortion rights, etc.  You’ve seen it, read it, heard it, said it.

What I will do is speak briefly about consent and rape.  What I want is comment and discussion so I’ll keep this brief and to the point.

If someone uses coercion, force  or threat of force to violate the body of a woman, through unwanted physical manipulation up to the point of penetration of her body with a foreign object, then that is, in a word, rape.

Forcing  a woman, for whatever reason, to submit to an unwanted physical penetration, an unwanted intrusion into her private affairs, an unwanted and undesired exposure of her most intimate encounters and her body itself, is rape.

Placing yourself between a woman and the requirements of her health and well being, placing yourself as arbiter of her health and her personal interactions with other people is abuse.

Using force or the threat of force to forbid a woman the access to the things she needs to maintain her health, wellness and happiness is abuse.

Forbidding a woman, through coercion, force or threat of force, the right to choose how she cares for her own body is abuse.

I think we can all agree on those definitions when talking about personal interactions.  If it were a lover, a spouse, a parent, a neighbor, a friend acting in those heinous ways towards a woman, every one of us would be first in line to protect her, help her, see that justice is done.

But we have a situation where it’s not a friend or a relative or a spouse acting in those heinous ways.  It’s Congressmen, CEOs, Priests, and Presidents.    What I ask now, is what do we do about it?

 

Experiments in Black & White.
Experiments in Black & White. avatar

(Yeah, I’m cross posting this from my photography blog. Deal with it.  <grin>)
I found myself in a creative mindset tonight and decided to experiment a bit with B&W images. I went back to a set of Jess & Swan Song from June and either did a new treatment of one of the shots I’ve already published or picked out new images from that set to play with. I think you’ll like the results.

Here’s a link to the full gallery: LINK

Jess in B&W.

 

More images past the fold. Beware, they’re not safe for work.

Dragon*Con 2011 – AAR
Dragon*Con 2011 – AAR avatar

A full after action report from Dragon*Con 2011 will be coming in a day or two, after SAM and I have had a chance to compare notes. It’s always fun sitting down after a major convention and talking about what/who/where/when/how we did when not together.

We apologize for no updates during the convention but Wi-Fi access was spotty to non-existent all weekend. Now that we’re home, though, photos and all the sweaty details to come. Watch this space.

HS & SAM

Dragon*Con 2011
Dragon*Con 2011 avatar

My lovely Smart Assed Masochist and I are doing Dragon*Con again this year. There promises to be much debauchery and lechery all weekend. I’ll be posting as or rather just after it happens, so watch this space for more.!

Happy Sadist

A taste of edgeplay…
A taste of edgeplay… avatar

I think I finally understand edge play from the bottom’s perspective. Anal play, both giving and receiving, are a serious turn on for me. I’m also somewhat drawn to medical play with items such as catheters, sounds, speculums, enemas, etc. Combine the two and all kinds of kinky fun can be had with the right precautions.

Lately my anal fun has been anything but fun. Over the last couple of months, I have been undergoing treatments for a very serious medical issue. Now that the swelling and infections are cleared, the doctors can go in to take a look at the root cause.

What does this have to do with edge play and fetish? Here’s where it gets a bit personal. What I have is an acute case of diverticulosis. That is, a swelling or infection in the last few inches of the lower intestine or colon. I spent most of a day in the ER a few weeks ago, on IV antibiotics and a whole lot of pain killers. After two 10-day runs of very strong antibiotics, I’m cleared for a colonoscopy.

A colonoscopy is a routine, but not inconsequential procedure requiring complete sedation and there is, at least in my case, some mild risk of complications.

The thought of a colonoscopy, the deepest, most intense anal penetration I”ve ever experienced is something that turns me on tremendously. The thought of getting a colonscopy, the reasons I’m getting one and what the results may mean for me, both short and long term are somewhat terrifying.

I am at once, both incredibly scared and incredibly turned on by the same thing. This, in my mind, is the definition of Edge Play. There is a small, though manageable, risk involved. There is a sense of helplessness, of putting my trust completely in someone else, and because I’ll be sedated for this, effectively working without a safe word.

Looking at this in a broader light, I begin to understand the attraction of edge play for those on the bottom. For me, the sadist and top in most all of my play, the draw is to be the one in control. I gain my pleasure from the knowledge that someone trusts me enough to put themselves in my power and under my control.

That little sense of fear I get when I think about what I’m going to be undergoing next month only makes the arousal I feel when approaching any new kind of anal play (and medical play as well) that much stronger. Fear and arousal together is not something I’m very familiar with. It’s new and something I think I’m going to explore more in the future.

So tell me, dear readers, what do you do, or have you done in, that gets your juices flowing as well as scares you senseless? Why? And would you do it again?

A few of my favorite things!
A few of my favorite things! avatar

It’s Musical Monday! (either that or I need to have my meds adjusted…)

Crop welts on asses and bruises from hittin’s
Bright scarlet cross-lines and wet cuntlip drippins
Soft pliant submissives tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things!

Next verse awaits.. write it in the comments.

Trivia Tuesdays. — Ask me ANYTHING.
Trivia Tuesdays. — Ask me ANYTHING. avatar

Ok, here’s your chance to ask me anything. When I say anything, I mean just that. You can ask. Anything. You may not get the answer you expect, but I promise that the answer you get will be honest.

On your mark! Get Set! Ask!

Sadist.

Tonight, I’m fraking you!
Tonight, I’m fraking you! avatar

I don’t normally do this here, but this video is just too damned cute and fetish worthy to not pass along.  I mean come on, Alesandra Torressani in a slave Leia costume dancing with Amy Okuda?   What’s NOT to love about that?

Tonight, I\’m Fraking You!

 

“Thank’s for taking one hand off the blackberry to fingerbang me!”
“Thank’s for taking one hand off the blackberry to fingerbang me!” avatar

Or to put it more accurately, I’m thanking myself for putting down the kindle or stepping away from the computer for a while to pounce on SaM.

Both of us, over the last few months, have settled into a comfortable routine in the evenings.    After guests have gone, housemates are in bed, the cats are doing whatever it is cats do when you turn the lights out, and things have quieted down, we can relax.  Our evenings typically involve sitting and reading blogs, playing one of the games we own, reading books or just sitting quietly until we fall asleep.   It’s good, healthy, quiet and relaxing.

“What’s wrong this that?”, I hear you ask.  Nothing at all, unless that’s all you do, every evening, night after night.   Neither of us have had the energy for the kind of knock down, furniture breaking, neighbor frightening, cat terrifying sex we love.   Out of our concern for each other, for our lives we’ve let ourselves fall into the habit of banking the fires of our sex lives until we do have that energy.

This denies us a very vital part of our love life;  intimacy.   Seeing her laying on the bed on her side, knee pulled up, light spilling across her naked thigh and the swell of her breast as she reads is an incredibly erotic sight for me.    There is nothing about her actions, words or behavior that stops me from initiating a night of wild sex.  It is my own self imposed limitations.

What I realized last night, is that those self imposed limitations, based on the reality of both of our physical and mental health right now (I was in the hospital last weekend, after all) has not only stopped us from the nights of wild, raucous monkey sex, but has gotten in the way of plain, simple, intimacy.

With that realization, I did something I haven’t done in months.  I turned to SaM, asked her to put away the laptop and kiss me.  Just that.   Nothing more asked, nothing more expected.   Just kiss me.

When we first got together we would spend time just exploring each other.  Sitting, holding each other, kissing, rubbing, petting.  Physically and emotionally intimate time together, with no expectations of anything more.   That’s not to say things didn’t often move on from there to some of the best sex I’ve had in my life, but that wasn’t the goal.  There was no goal.

Last night started with a kiss, a caress and cuddling.   It ended up with a soft, sensual and pleasant evening for both of us.  There wasn’t a lot of heavy breathing, sweating, bruises or even any rope.   We didn’t have sex.  We made love.  It was exactly what we’d been missing.

This intimacy led to several hours of conversation about a lot of things both of us have been worried about.  I found myself able to ask her some pretty scary questions and answer hers as well.   Without that inimacy we’d shared earlier, neither of us would have been able to do that.

We’re going to Duckstock in June and are conserving our wild monkey-sex energy for that.  It’ll be a celebration of her birthday, of my new job, of quite a few things going on in our lives.    Until then, though, we will be rebuilding that intimacy, that sense of openness and sharing, that lack of expectation in the ourselves that is so important in living in that golden moment.

Wish us luck.