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The development of fetishes

April 13, 2020 / Miss R posted in Article / No Comments

Kinks are part of our lives, whether we wish for them or not. The human brain fixates on things. It is how we develop and learn. When things become a ‘chase’ for resources, those scarce things become a fixation, and can lead to some fetishes that might be hard to understand.

Throughout the ages, scarcity has led to fetishism of the scarce thing. From the obvious ‘exotic’ people who are different from those you are used to being around, to items that are imported and as such are rare or things that used to be common, but because of adversity has become scarce. The use of the rare thing has created fetishes throughout the centuries, some of which are quite bizarre.

For an example, because of rationing during the World Wars, food became quite an element in fetish play in Britain. Smoshing raised in prominence for the use of the rationed food items that could be found, wasting them in a sexualized way. The use of canned beans for sitting in, or spreading on feet combined several fetishes and made the rare thing, the rationed food, the star.

In the age of consumerism we are in, the Covid-19 epidemic has created another wave of scarcity. I have already seen toilet paper pornography, emphasizing the non-standard use and waste of a thing we used to take for granted. It has also raised the awareness of a few things that are tangental, such as infantilism with the use of adult diapers. The human mind is associative, and the lack of something makes the need to have it a driving primal force, and that muddies its self with other primal needs, which makes for sexual associations and kinks with the thing we are striving to find.

The cleanliness that protecting ourselves needs to work has also led to ‘dirty’ and ‘bug chasing’ videos becoming more popular. It isn’t the non-use of condoms I am talking about, it is a rash of amateur videos of people who say they have Covid-19 having sex with other people. There have always been bug-chasers, but this one is being documented. Not only is it dangerous, it is a way of mainstreaming that dangerous kink by having pretty people having sex for your entertainment.

In the future, there will be other things that are ‘exotic’ or become scarce. Those will then fold into the fetishes that are already there, with unknown waves of use and knowledge to effect what we do with that kink. We shall see.

Wash your hands.

Coffee Foot Rub

February 14, 2013 / Miss R posted in Pictorials / No Comments

I go through many cups of coffee a day. Many. With all that coffee, I have lots of grounds to throw out.

Perhaps not...

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Fact Sheet- How to plan a Play Party

April 17, 2012 / Miss R posted in Article, FAQ / No Comments

I have had experience planning, and hosting play parties. Some were very successful, some I have carefully forgotten. Well, not completely forgotten, for if you do not learn from your mistakes, you are bound to repeat them.

The best way to plan a Play party is to know what you want out of it. Is it a Dom tea party? Is it a video watching party? Buffet served on naked subs? Touchy-feelly or stand off and watch others? Think about this as you plan.

Do you have a place to hold a play party? If you don’t, that kind of puts a kink, as it were, into the whole idea. Space wise, if there will be any real play between people, bondage, flogging, etc., plan on about 25 square feet per couple at full play. Sounds like a lot, but consider that is only a space 4 feet by 5 feet, slightly larger than the footprint of a loveseat. Split up the combined area into play, watching and rest and you may need a fairly substantial space. »Read More

Uh, food?

April 3, 2012 / Miss R posted in Article / No Comments

I am a contributor to MadisonKink.com. I write articles about all sorts of things over there and usually do just my Erotica and such over here. But, if you have come here from MadisonKink, you might be wondering why I have pictures of myself in Chef whites on MadisonKink.

I am a... wait for it... Chef. Tada! That is one thing about the BdSm community and lifestyle. The play is nice, but there is real life that has to pay the bills. Just like any hobby, like bowling or comic books or golf, it is an investment in time and money. Then there are those pesky everyday things like utilities and rent. Yea, I know. It kinda blows the whole Pro Dom persona, but it is reality and the truth.

I have been in food service for a very long time. I have done everything from dishwasher and bussing up to running catered feasts. Just like with me coming 'up in the ranks' in kink, I have done so in cooking. I am not the best and most famous, but I get things done. And, being a Service Chef(see what I did there?), I want to cook for others.

If you are interested in cooking lessons, meal planning or having an event, contact me. I am open minded and try to work with people. And I don't mind a little alternative lifestyle in the mix.

Snapshot Scene: Food play

November 21, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

He could hear the sound of metal on metal, making his skin crawl until he recognised that it was a swingline can opener being used. His eyes grew big under the mask as he could smell different things starting to come to him while he knelt where she had put him. Sweet and savory and vinegary... It all mixed as he took in a deep breath.

A hand on his shoulder and a calm word let him up from his place on the floor. The blindfold was taken off, the light much brighter than before he had been in darkness. The Dom smiled as he looked and saw the cans of food that had been opened and then dished into clear bowls. Chocolate pudding. BBQ beans. Tomato ketchup. A few things he did not recognize. He was wondering, and hoping, about the large dill pickles.

A towel was on the armless chair and some cling-wrap was on the sturdy table. The Dom moved and he saw that she had taken her boots off, a slight moistness on her feet from her washing them as he had been kneeling. Her hands went to her top and started to undo it, the breasts he had been hoping to see finally released. She sat on the table and smiled. She reached for the pudding and a large spoon. His eyes were transfixed as she scooped out some of the pudding and brought one foot up to smear it along her instep and toes. More was ladled out and her nipples were covered with the chocolate.

“I think it is snack time.”

Birthday: Present

August 5, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

For many years, Jackie had ignored her birthday. It had once been important to her, but with age and responsibility, it just became a day on the calendar. Her age became something to remember to change when filling out forms. It wasn’t just the youth-centric society that seemed to push her age in her face after she turned 35, it was just uncomfortable remembering how many years she had lived, and been alone.

Jackie had an o.k. job, one where she could blend in with the other people in cubicles. She had few personal items in her space, but just enough to keep it from looking like it was empty. Generic knickknacks kept people from stopping in and talking with her when she was trying to get the paperwork done. There was always paperwork.

There was someone new in HR. Jackie could tell because there was a rash of cards that went through to be signed right before ‘impromptu’ parties in the conference room. This always happened for about a month before the ennui and budget caught up with them. Jackie winced when she saw a card get passed round about a week before her birthday, but she did not get a chance to sign it. She checked her calendar. Yes, her birthday was the next week.

Such things were put to the back of her mind as she tried to finish the reports on the demographics they needed for the next meeting. There was always another report, and always another meeting. Jackie liked the flow of that, the deadline not an obstacle or hurdle, but a goal and guidepost to the next.

One of the managers dropped off a printout of the statistics or demographics she needed most mornings, even though he could have just emailed it to her. It was often that she thanked him and smiled up at him from her desk. He had a nice smile, a dimple showing before he looked up and left, going through the cubicle maze before one of the supervisors went through after him. Jackie shook her head as she watched the short skirt on the young, skinny Miss Levit go by. It was a ritual that happened most mornings and Jackie looked forward to the statistics meetings with Mr. Hancock most afternoons.

The morning of her birthday, Jackie woke early for no apparent reason. Not too early, but even half an hour was different. She turned on the T.V. and set about making breakfast as usual, starting with heating up coffee left over from the day before. She overate. Jackie knew that. She had gone from a modest 12 to a 20 in about six years. She went shopping once a year to get things that fit, donating what didn’t. She liked to cook, and with no one else to cook for, she ate what usually was for two people.

Being up early, she was able to make a peach crumble for breakfast. She had the canned peaches her sister had sent her in the summer in the back of the refrigerator. Jackie smiled, thinking that canning should have kept it safe, but her sister didn’t always seal things right.

Oatmeal, butter, turbinado sugar from 20 little packets... Jackie had to raid the coffee making supplies for the sugar. She stood at the counter by the window into the kitchen tearing the packets until she filled the measuring cup to the level she needed. Jackie pulled the curtains slightly closed but a gap still was there letting in some light. She had to go shopping at some point to get more staples for the pantry, but the cane sugar was excellent tasting in the crumble, even if it was slightly sandy with the large crystal sugar. »Read More

Mandarin Beef

June 26, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

I had never been in the place before. It smelled of fried things and slightly sour... something. I could see into the kitchen as I ordered, the burners under the woks a clear blue flame that had pops of yellow. The decor had a canned property about it, the tables and chairs could have come out of any small restaurant and the red lanterns declaring ‘SUSHI!’ hanging low enough to make me want to duck. There was a huge flat screen tv pointed kind-of into the middle of the room next to a hand-painted scroll with some sort of poem or story on it that covered a 4 foot by 5 foot portion of the wall. There were lucky cats lined up on one shelf and at lest three Ganesh figures in a corner by the drink dispenser. And all that in a hole in the wall Chinese place.

At least there were pictures on the walls that made me think that perhaps one of the owners had taken them last time they were Home.

I looked at the double language menu, glanced at the hand written Specials board, and ordered something I had never had before. It was called back, repeated by the guy lounging next to the intense flame.

I got my water and sat at one of the empty tables. There were lots of empty tables. It was about 2.30 in the afternoon, far past the lunch rush, and there were still tables piled with mostly-empty dishes.

If it wasn’t for the mostly-empty dishes, I would not have bothered to stay to order.

It only took a few minutes for the food to come out. I said, “sheyshey” and started in on the food, a happy smile on the woman’s face.

Someone else came in while I was enjoying the stir-fried veggies and meat in the glorious brown sauce. They seemed to order something and then get directed to another room. It looked like that was where the bathrooms were.

But they didn’t come back. »Read More

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