#MasturbationMonday – There’s no point saying I’m not going to hurt you, because believe me I am #BDSM

Masturbation Monday

It’s two years old! That’s right – Masturbation Monday is having it’s second birthday – awww. A round of applause for the lovely Kayla Lords for thinking up such a great idea.


Learning The Ropes

Looking around, she had to wonder why it had been called ‘The Red Room.’ The paint was a boring shade of magnolia and the furniture, if it could be called that, was utilitarian steel. There were steel posts, steel frames complete with metal cuffs, steel blocks in varying sizes and a long steel table. They were obviously going for the ‘wipe-clean’ look, thought Jenny wryly. There were only two things of real interest in the room. One was that it was covered in mirrors. Some reached from floor to ceiling, some were framed and gilded exquisitely, others were plain or even mosaic in style. The overall effect was that the room fairly sparkled with light and colour. The second thing was a black, Murano glass chandelier, hanging in the middle of the room in massive splendour, dripping large, diamond-shaped crystals.

Mark watched as Jenny’s face stared at the ceiling and appeared awe-struck. The Red Room had that effect on people. It was spectacular at night, as well as in day-light, when the mirrors caught the facets of the hundred or so gems that quivered in the slightest breeze. He knew she had no idea what the steel furniture was for and he also knew that in about twenty minutes his trainee would wish she’d never been born. He didn’t feel sorry for her. Life was all about the journey and she was going to get a mind-blowing ride for the next few weeks.

Pulling a penknife out of his pocket, he flicked the blade and had to bite his tongue as she drew in a breath of fear, watching its reflection shimmer across the multitude of mirrored surfaces.

‘ . If there’s one thing in pony-land you can count on, it’s the fact that I never lie.’ He watched her carefully. He wanted to see her reaction. She didn’t move, she didn’t lower her eyes and, interestingly, she didn’t make a sound. Was she planning to fight him? That would be a first. ‘Relax, you can breathe easy for now. The knife will be used to cut your ropes, nothing more.’


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The Lost Queen by Angel Lawson – Available as part of the 21 Shades of Night Boxset #KU #PNR


Introducing Angel Lawson

 The Lost Queen is Angel Lawson’s contribution to 21 SHADES OF NIGHT box set. 

For a tiny 99c you can own 21 wicked novels from today’s NY Times, USA Today, and International Bestselling Authors.


About The Lost Queen
Things shift for Liam and Nadya when Liam is pulled from the plane after an emergency landing, bleeding and injured. No one, including her father, seems too concerned. Liam disappears before 911 can show up, piquing Nadya interest, so much that she follows him home. This decision ignites a dormant connection between Nadya and Liam, one that spans from this world to another. 


When Liam Caldwell’s plane makes an emergency landing at Nomad Airlines, Nadya is quick on the scene to help. Her family has managed the airport for generations and Liam is one of their most important pilots. 

About Angel Lawson

Angel Lawson is a USA Today Bestselling Paranormal Romance author of adult and young adult fiction. She lives with her family in Atlanta and has a lifelong obsession with creating fiction from reality, either with paint or words. On a typical day you can find her writing, reading, plotting her escape from the zombie apocalypse and trying to get the glitter out from under her nails.
She is the author of the Creature of Habit Series, The Wraith Series, Serial Summer, FanGirl, and Vigilant. She is the co-author of the New Adult Paranormal book, Odin’s Murder with Kira Gold.

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21 Shades of Night

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#SatSpanks – I can handle PAIN #BDSM

Saturday Spankings

Hello Spankos! It’s so hot here in the UK, I’ve moved out of my house and am now camping in the paddling pool. We don’t do 30 degrees celsius over here… and have never heard of air con. Respect to those of you that have 😉 Now for some steamy hotness of another kind…



“I am going to break you. That’s the whole purpose of this exercise. From the moment the door inside that room closes, I am not going to be Mr Nice Guy. I am going to do everything in my power to hear you scream, and I won’t stop until I hear you beg for mercy. Do you wish to proceed on that basis?”

Today my name is Lois Reeves. I have an appointment with dominant “James Leverett” this morning, because my next assignment requires that I be a “submissive” and I have no idea what that entails. I’m about to find out… by jumping in at the deep end.

This story features medical edge and electricity play.

“I need this. I can handle the pain, so that part of the arrangement isn’t going to be a problem. The thing with me is that I need to be pushed to the absolute limit, and I need someone that won’t stop until they get there.” His lips were so close to mine that I could feel his warm breath on my mouth. The tingle it imparted feathered across my face and somehow reached my groin. I couldn’t help myself from clenching, and from his answering half-smile, I knew he’d felt it. The infernal man was nearly as observant as me, I realised, with a good degree of vexation.

The blue eyes ate me alive. They devoured every feature of my face from the roots of my hair to the small cleft in my chin. It felt like I was being examined under a high-powered microscope, and by the time he’d finished my ego was feeling decidedly uncomfortable.


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Virtual Reality Sex – Who Needs The Real Thing? #VirtualReality #Sex

Virtual Reality Sex: Coming Soon to Headsets Near You (NSFW)
By The Conversation on 13 Jul 2016 at 12:30PM
The 1992 film Lawnmower Man generated a lot of buzz at the time of its release. As a film about virtual reality (VR), you might think that it was the vivid representation of this startling new technology that grabbed people’s attention.

In fact, it was the virtual sex scene that made headlines. But while virtual reality sex was largely a fantasy back in the 1990s, it’s becoming a reality today, and it has a potentially fertile future.

Point Of View
Oscar Wilde is often quoted as having said “Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

There’s truth in this because sex has a strong presence across many aspects of our lives. So it’s little surprise that it features in our virtual lives as well.

Some might even say that the joining of VR and sex is a dream come true; you can do almost anything you can imagine without ever leaving your living room. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde: you have the power.

As such, it is no surprise that the pornography industry is eager to embrace virtual reality.

According to Fortune Magazine, popular porn website Pornhub gets around 60 million visitors per day. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it is investing heavily in VR.

It already features a slew of immersive videos that require Google Cardboard or Oculus Rift.

The videos are pre-recorded, as with conventional porn, but they are shot with a 180- or 360-degree camera. Using a VR headset, the viewer is then immersed in the scene, often with a central point of view.

Spectator porn is also transitioning to include an interactive element. This is where, instead of a static camera, the viewer will have something like a virtual camera that brings things right into the room in real time.

Another growing area is in simulation sex and dating sites.

In these, you can choose to be represented by any number of avatars: male, female, human and nonhuman. You can then interact with other avatars, and engage in a wide range of sexual activities at the click of a mouse button.

This type of site is likely to appeal to those who seek anonymous no strings attached casual sex. Or those who enjoy situating their fantasy within a genuinely fantastic world.

And for those wanting virtual interactive sex with their current partner, the industry is also aiming to satisfy. There is a plethora of interactive sex toys, for both men and women, which simply plug into the USB port of your computer.

These devices can be controlled by you or your partner, enabling you to enjoy a level of intimacy irrespective of physical location. I imagine this will particularly appeal to couples separated by continents.

Obviously, the porn industry will also capitalise on these sensory devices.

Polyester Girl
One can even combine the virtual with the physical and invest in a robotic sex doll. These are a far cry from the caricature blow-up dolls much loved by stag and hen parties. Nowadays, you can obtain a full synthetic lifelike model with all the appropriate equipment. Some also include animatronic articulation.

In time, it may be possible for the actions of these robots to be remotely controlled, thus adding another dimension to virtual sex.

Some may see the development of VR sex diminishing human relations. But there may be advantages to virtual intimacy. For those who are disadvantaged in some way and can’t even leave the house, for instance, or who find it hard to relate to other people intimately, this could be a boon.

This may be particularly important given the skewed gender ratios in some countries, which may leavemillions of men unable to find a (human) mate.

Or you could think of VR simply adding a new immersive element to existing virtual text, phone, and webcam sex, all of which are nothing new.

This article was originally published on The Conversation. Read the original article.

#WIPITUP Wednesday – The Human Footstool #BDSM


Hello Wipsters! It’s Wednesday – and y’all know what that means, right? Yep, more Mark and Jenny. Are they being nice to each other yet? Hell no…

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchair

The Velvet Chair

——— Jennifer ———

It was with feet of lead that I went downstairs to face the music, and when your feet were encased in high heels, that was a doubly hard burden to bare. Upon entering the lounge, I found Mark relaxing in a suede lounge chair, busy reading The Telegraph. I stood frozen to the spot at the door and for an insane moment, wondered if I should knock.

“Get on your knees.”

It appeared knocking would not be necessary. My heels must have been louder than I thought. Sinking to the floor, I felt blood roar to my ears as I awaited further instruction.

“Crawl towards me.”

Damn the man. He didn’t look up at me or acknowledge me in any way. It was almost as if I were invisible, for the pages of the newspaper kept turning, and his gaze never wavered from the print.

Getting to my knees, I began slowly crawling forwards. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant experience on the hardwood floor, and even though I took my time, all too soon I was inches away from Mark’s feet.

“Sit back on your knees and rest your head upon the floor, between your arms.”

That move didn’t sound particularly exciting, but I did as instructed. Seconds later, two feet landed on my back.

“What the hell…” I spluttered, shocked senseless for a moment.

“Shut up or I’ll gag you. This is your punishment. You have just become my footstool for the next twenty minutes or so. You will hold the position in silence, or you will be whipped. Believe me when I say I will enjoy whipping your most delicate parts, should you disobey, Mrs Matthews.”

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When did #SEX become such a disgusting word?

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When did SEX become such a disgusting word?

There are a lot of people in the world who don’t want to talk about sex. The older generations are especially uptight about the subject, and any reference to sex is often treated as taboo or not fit for polite conversation. Others will state religious grounds to their allergy of all things sexual. Yeah right. If God disapproved of sex, he probably wouldn’t have too many subjects to take care of.

So what’s the big deal?

We’re surrounded by sex in our everyday lives. Models on magazine covers, newspapers, mannequins in shop windows, actresses on TV, 50 Shades of Grey in our bookstores, and the pornography that can be found free of charge on the internet is simply astounding. Sex is everywhere. Vibrators have become commonplace, the number of internet sex toy shops must have tripled in the last five years alone, and with the advent of the e-Reader, we’ve all had a sneak peek, whether we want to admit it or not.

So why are we embarrassed?

Is it because we’re trying to fit in with everyone else? We don’t want other people to think we’re thinking about sex. We’re so obsessed with what other people think about us that we want to portray ourselves as perfect little individuals, leading almost staid, sterile lives. Sex? We have no idea what the word means.

Ha! Everybody thinks about sex. Everybody. Even preachers, honest. It’s an intrinsic part of our make up, whether we like it or not. After a few drinks, most people are happy to talk about it amongst friends, but their neighbourhood image must be preserved at all costs. What would the vicar think? How about the organisers at the PT committee? The list is endless.

Is our aversion to sex mostly due to our need to fit in socially? And why is it still socially unacceptable to talk about sex, baby?

I think we’ve discovered that masturbation will not cause blindness, and it’s actually good for your health, believe it or not. Forget serotonin, do a couple of masturbatory sessions a day and see what that does to your mood level! We’ve also discovered that watching porn at the cinema is quite good fun. We can talk about sexy books amongst friends and have a giggle. We are becoming more liberated as a nation, when amongst friends or loved ones. Those social circles are still a problem, though, aren’t they?

I know as an erotica writer, that there’s a good reason I don’t want everyone aware of what I’m doing. It’s not the disapproval I mind so much, as the lewd jibes and thinking it’s okay to poke fun out of me at every opportunity. No, I’m not ashamed of what I’m doing, but neither do I particularly want that kind of attention. It’s tough. Sex still isn’t accepted in many circles, and faces a lot of disapproval at every turn. It seems to be an upward battle with no summit in sight.

I want a nation of people who are not afraid to talk about sex, but more than that, who are not afraid to go explore their sexuality without fear of reprisals. I don’t care whether you’re gay, transgender, bi, lesbian or straight – all of these options should be socially accepted and perfectly normal. You like BDSM? Great. Your weird and wonderful kinks make you who you are, and I want people to love you all the more for it. Who cares what the neighbours say! It’s about time sex was celebrated for the joyous act it is, and not hushed for the embarrassment and shame that should never have been associated with it.

The human body is an amazing creation. Sex is a beautiful thing. Let’s embrace it and have a little fun. I have a feeling the world would be a better place if we did.

Thoughts anyone? Good or bad, I’ll take ‘em…

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