When Little Robots Attack

The first time I just hurt my foot when I stepped on one of the toy soldiers. I didn’t know how it had gotten into my room. Of course, I blamed my little brother. He had all the toys, especially miniature toy soldiers, robots and little green aliens. Some of them were cute. But, when I actually looked at the faces… they were threatening.

One morning I found one of the mini robots on my dresser and another on the floor below. My brother said he hadn’t been in my room and I kind of believed him. He’s a pretty good kid, for a little brother. I’m 9 years older so he doesn’t get away with much.

Anyway, I didn’t really think a lot about the little toys. I returned them to my brother and went on with life. I had a lot to do now, high school, friends and boys now that my parents were not treating me so much like a kid.

The night I found one in my bed… that was freaky. The sheets were still all pulled up, the bed wasn’t even rumpled. My brother couldn’t have done that. But, what could I tell anyone? I’d sound crazy. That was the week I was going to have the house to myself. I didn’t even have to babysit my brother because they were driving him out for some school weekend thing and staying over night to bring him home on Sunday.

I had friends over on Friday night. We made popcorn, watched movies my parents wouldn’t approve of. I don’t know why, they were pretty awful movies. After a few minutes we just kept laughing at how stupid they were.

Everyone went home. I went to bed, after cleaning up, of course.

I woke up, nude in my bed, my sheets and blankets pulled down past my feet. Little toy robots, aliens and soldier seemed to fill my room. Lined up along the top of my dressed, my night table and every other surface. I could see them on my book shelves, my computer desk. They were behind me on my headboard when I sat up.

I could see them, moving.

I dashed into the hall and locked myself in the bathroom. I would have called for my parents but I remembered I was alone. I don’t know what happened to my night gown. I didn’t want to call for help and have someone find me naked.

Then the first of the mini men started coming in, under the door.

It’s Funny, but you Smell Like Sex

I joined NovelTrove last night and posted a story for their contest with the theme, swinging. My story came in last of ten. Maybe due to being entered just as the contest was closing or maybe it just wasn’t sexy/ slutty enough. I liked it. I wrote it in an hour, including the time I pulled it together in my mind before typing anything. Usually I type as I think. This delayed start was better. I had to remember all my ideas and that helped as the story developed.

Click the link to see the story on the site and give it a vote if you liked it. If you didn’t like it, just don’t bother to vote. Seems simple enough to me.

It’s Funny, but you Smell Like Sex

I am sitting alone, still enjoying ripples of an orgasm, when my husband comes back. He has our car keys and doesn’t look very pleased.

“Maybe you’re right. All this swinging is for people not like us.” He passes me my coat. I’m surprised it was right where I had left it, folded neatly on the seat next to me.

Taking my hand, something he hadn’t done in a very long time, he led me to the back door and the parking lot. He opened my door first and waited for me to get inside the car before closing the door for me. It was nice.

On the way home he talked about the woman he had ended up with. She was older than she had looked, wore a lot of make-up and he didn’t really like her eagerness for the swinging scene. Three children later and my husband still likes to think he is the sexual guru in our relationship. My disinterest in sex hasn’t really bothered him, other than being an inconvenience at times.

“It’s funny, but you smell like sex.” He says.

“So do you.” I reply.

“I guess so, we were both there after all. Want to stop for a coffee? Make it a bit more of a night out?”

Drive through coffee because neither of us feels like getting out of the car yet. He feels out of sorts and me… I’m just feeling content and languid.

I take the coffee cup and notice the bit of paper I’ve had in my fist all this time. He notices too.

“What’s that?” He asks.

I open it and then push it into my purse. “Someone gave me their phone number.”

“And you’re going to keep it?” He says, startled, a little annoyed.

“Well, I don’t want to litter in the parking lot. I’ll find it the next time I clean out my purse and toss it out then.”

He seems satisfied with that, more or less. I say nothing more about it.

At home I leave him to pay the babysitter and check on the kids, lock up the house and all those other rituals. I strip off my dress in the bathroom. My panties are gone and I’m surprised he didn’t notice my boobs swinging around half in and half out of my open bra. But, I’m the good wife, he only looks at me that way once in awhile.

My clothes go into the laundry basket. I stand looking at my naked reflection in the bathroom mirror while waiting for the shower to get hot. Tonight I want a hot shower. I don’t want anything cold touching me, taking away the feeling of being touched by strong, knowing, and patient hands. My pussy is still leaking. It feels strange after all this time. But, I like it. I’m even a little proud, or maybe it’s defiance.

His idea to go to a swingers party, not mine. His idea to leave me sitting there, the good wife. I didn’t look for anything, other than a cocktail or two. I forget what they were called now.

Stepping into the shower, the steam rises around me and the hot water pours over me. I wash away the evidence while I relive the encounter.

A kiss at the back of my neck. Strong, big fingers stroking my back, making me feel like a purring cat. Something he whispered near my ear that I didn’t really understand. Hands on my hips, under my dress, my panties slipped down. I felt a tall, wide, male body pressed against my back. Then he gently pushed me to lean forward. His fingers just a little cold but quickly warming between the lips of my pussy. Playing with my clit, slow and then a little faster and then slowing right down again as I started the first wave of orgasm. Slowing, slower and so slow I thought the orgasm would stay at the pinnacle of just starting forever. Crashing, thudding and trembling inside of me, so strong I hadn’t even noticed he was gone and I was alone again.

Another orgasm in the shower. My husband coming down the hallway to our bedroom and our king sized bed, the best way to share a bed while not sharing anything.

From Michael MacRae

The short story only adds to the image. I just want to know more. It seems to be post apocalypse, but it could be something else.

“The days are regimented here and though you should expect him to leave me in the tundra if I were to fall behind, you could say I am well fed and energized, so do not worry. All that he provides in the way of foodstuffs is deer meat. I’ve relied on my rations of tin vegetables and and have taken up the hobby of fishing to satisfy a varied diet.
We hunt most hours of the day, he kills the animals leaving me to fix them to sleds and drag the carcasses, sometimes miles at a time back to the cave where he does not permit me to enter. I’ve been used as little more than a pack mule in these trips but from what I understand he brings me along to observe. It is difficult discerning him as he does not speak, or chooses not to, and he refrains from physical conversation beyond simple gestures when it pleases him. He engages in other activities on a mysterious schedule and he seems to make good use of any time I am away or the rare chance I may be caught sleeping. I’ve stepped outside for only minutes and returned to find a fully skinned and gutted carcass splayed upon the table with its spine removed and ground into sludge. He was sitting in his chair.
He acts like a shadow, constantly moving about the walls rather than cross the floor. If I don’t watch him closely it is easy to lose track of him, even in this confined cabin space. During the nights (if one can call them as such, they are little more than dim evenings here) he sits across from the bed, facing the snuffed out fireplace, barely visible in his dark and oiled wraps. Comfortable sleep has become a luxury, on more than one occasion I have awoke to find he had rotated to face me, his gaunt statuesque form with long fingers clutching the ends of the arm rests. I suppose it goes without saying that he does not make for good company.
I have yet to fully understand what we are doing here, I do hope it is revealed soon. As things are though, I may be here for some time.
– M”

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10 Little Things you can do to Make your Bedroom Sexy

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  • a headboard
  • lighting
  • bedding
  • pillows
  • furniture
  • nightstand
  • art on the walls
  • drapes
  • paint or wallpaper
  • rugs

Your dream bedroom is just around the corner…. All it takes is a little redecorating and reorganizing to get the beautiful bedroom you’ve always dreamed of.

Source: 10 Little Things You Can Do to Beautify Your Bedroom | Martha Stewart

Martha has the right idea but not the same direction I’m thinking.

The most important thing in your bedroom is the bed itself.

There is nothing sexy about an old mattress or one too cheap for a good sleep. Before you spend money on any bedroom decorating take care of your practical needs. Invest in yourself with a great mattress.

Colours

Now, think about some of your favourite things. What makes you feel luxurious, romantic and sensual? Which colours work for you? It may not be the traditional red. Purple, is a great colour but don’t forget to consider blue, green, yellow and assorted shades of all the rest. The right colours will go a long way and colour is a wonderful way to set the mood and create an atmosphere.

Add the colours you want to your bedroom with all Martha’s ideas: throw rugs, extra pillows, paint your walls or furniture. Be sparing with patterns, think of them as a feature or an accent. However, even solid colours can have a texture or shine for a sexier look. You can find endless great ideas online, try a Pinterest search if you don’t know where to start, for home decorating. Your only real limit is how much you can spend. The more you can do yourself the better, but spend a little when you can’t do it all.

Details

Treat yourself to something extra special when you can. In particular I’m thinking an elegant chandelier. You need light after all. If you get lucky you could find an amazing chandelier and matching lamps for your bedside table, dresser, or desk. Consider a chandelier before other mood lighting. Do those strings of holiday lights or little pot lights really make you feel all that sensual?

Not everyone will be wild on the idea of adding mirrors to their bedroom. But, seeing yourself full length every day isn’t as horrifying as you may imagine. It can build up your confidence because you see yourself as you are rather than as you think you are. It’s also a good way to double check for stray threads, labels, and all the other little things. Plus, a full length mirror can come with a luxurious, decadent frame.

Try browsing flea markets, local artists shops for unique items (not just art for the walls but furniture, flower vases, lamps, etc.). Don’t buy something to make do or fill a space. Clutter is not going to make your bedroom sexier, just messier. Pick furniture and art you really must have! Don’t settle for less. (A great way to keep the clutter down is to move things to other rooms in your home or, give them away as gifts to good homes).

Appeal to more than just the visual senses. Throw rugs should feel good beneath your feet, or your bottom on occasion. Flowers can be nice but they aren’t reliable as scent in the room. Don’t OD on scent – find something pleasant rather than overbearing. Keep a DVD player and DVD’s available. I still like the radio myself.

This means that your bedroom should express YOU and have in and around it furniture, artwork, clothes and items that are deeply personal. An attractive bedroom with all new furniture and no real character is not sexy. Additionally, I’ve always found that women whose bedrooms express their older, mature sides are sexier than younger rooms that look like holdovers from college. Women are sexier than girls, so let go of the Victoria’s Secret PINK decor, or “my bedroom is just my crashpad” and kick it up a notch.

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Source: Ten Tips for The Sexiest Bedroom… Like Ever (And also for finding love) | Apartment Therapy

I like the ornate mirror and the way the walls and ceiling are done here. I would love an old fashioned engraved tin ceiling.

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A real fireplace would be great but not at all practical for me. Instead I could find something electric which only looks wood burning.

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Source: Anouska Hempel Revamps London’s Blakes Hotel | Lacquer & Linen

Maybe too much red. But… I really like it!

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Source: 16 Sensual And Romantic Bedroom Designs | Design Ideas

I like the big mirror on the floor. A casual, simple thing but it gives the setting a little history/ mystery to be not quite perfectly polished.

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Source: 20 Romantic Master Bedroom Design Ideas

In these I like the chandeliers and I love the clunky, solid, furniture (the bed and the dresser off to the side). I don’t know about painting the furniture. Covering the wood makes me feel guilty, but I do like the way they look once they are painted.

 

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Source: Pinterest | Faux Fur, Fur and Restoratio…

I’d love to have this faux/ fake fur in my room, on my bed. It looks very lush and touchable.

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Source: SEXY♥BEDS | Pinterest | Tree Bed, Beds and Trees

I also like the rustic, fairytale look. My perfect bedroom would be some combination of lusty red colours, elegant, polished, romantic but looking like something you could walk through and find in the pages of a fairytale. Secret niches, marked by a mysterious past but with a very comfortable bed.

Red Flannel Sheet Set

Some women like shoes, not me. I’ve got two pairs of shoes and a pair of boots. I pretty much wear the same footwear all season long. I don’t love shoes. I do love new sheets, bedding and reading a great book in bed.

Today I found red flannel sheets at The Bay (a Canadian department store). I have another flannel set from The Bay and they are excellent. Not the pilly set which I bought (in a great masculine colour at another store). I bet this red set is just as wonderful, soft and thick. I’m really tempted to pull out my magic credit card, I even have a Bay store card which I haven’t used in awhile.

Would you love to fall asleep and wake up in these sheets?

redflannelsheetsSource: Home | Sheets & Pillowcases | Four-Piece Flannel Sheet Set | Hudson’s Bay

Then I found pink or green polka dotted sheets in a cotton blend. Great colours. Very Spring! I know Winter is on the way but… how could you wake up feeling blue if you’re surrounded by pink, lime green an polka dots?!

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Source: Hudson’s Bay store online.

Slavery Bracelet Rules

Use this to make your own rules, if you like the idea of a slavery bracelet for your man.

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The bracelet rules for the male:

  1. Once it’s on your wrist, you are not allowed to take it off. And there are no exceptions. She is in charge now, and she is the only one who can take it off.

If you’ll take it off, it means you broke a contract you had with her, and she can decide on the punishment, and in addition she can claim your slavery for a double period of time.

  1. As long as it’s on his wrist, you are her slave, and she is your owner. The status of your relationship or marriage has changed, and it will stay like this until she removes the bracelet.
  1. At the moment, you are wearing the bracelet, you must bow down to the floor and kiss her feet/shoes until she decides it’s enough. By doing it, you admit that the status has change, and you are under her control.
  1. During the time the bracelet is on you, you are obligated to accept her punishments. Once she calls you for punishment you cannot refuse. She is allowed to use the whip or leather belt to punish you as much as she wants.

Rules for the goddess:

  1. You, and only you have the right to take the bracelet off and release him.
  2. Before you put the bracelet, make sure that you are both know how long will be the period.

In case you both did not discuss how long he will be under your control, and for some reason the bracelet is on. The time will be the same as the last period.

 

  1. If you decide that it will be for 14 days. You should release him after 14 days and don’t try to use your power to extend the time since he cannot take off the bracelet by himself, and he is depended on you to be released.
  1. You cannot extend the period as punishment. If he was not obedient, punish him as much as you like. But do not extend the period because of it
  1. You can extend the period only on one exception. If he missed a day, for some reason, you entitle to extend it in two days for every one day he missed.

For example: you both decided on 21 days.   During the period, he needed to stay at work later one day, and he was sick and could not serve you for two days.  He missed three days total and as compensation you have the right to extend the period in six days (two days for every day he missed). There will be no argument about it from his side.

Make sure to force these rules. He must respect these rules and the sacredness of the slavery bracelet.

Source: Goddess Tip : The slavery bracelet

Image source: Instructables – with instructions for making a simple slave bracelet.

Keeping him Caged

Note: This is an illustration, a fantasy not something actually done. Sure it’s fun to think about doing things like this. But, they work better as a fantasy, or a teasing threat. Don’t leave someone standing, locked up, over night without being awake yourself to check on them.

Slave husband spends all night locked in a genital stock forced to stand next to wife’s bed while she sleeps.

Source: He Suffers While Mistress Sleeps – Femdomonomy

Thomas Muther, Jr. Explores in the Nude

Thomas Muther, Jr. is a frequent poster to the Flickr urban exploration group I moderate. He is pretty much the only nude male posing and – he is setting up the camera, posing and taking the photo on his own. His own model.

As a woman moderating the group I’m glad to see Thomas posting his photos. Without him the group would feel very sexually biased to me. But, I do wonder what other group members think. Likely most of them are male. Most urban explorers are still male and most of the people coming to look at nude people are coming to look at nude females. I’ve never asked him what kind of feedback, if any, he gets.

I could make this story quite lengthy, but to cut to the chase, after hitting me with a volley of questions–during which seven (7!!!!!!) other police cars pulled up–I was informed that a woman out walking her dog had seen me and reported the “incident” to the police. I was then belatedly informed of my rights, handcuffed, and taken to jail for “indecent exposure.” As they were putting the handcuffs on me, I was utterly dumbfounded. The only thing I managed to verbalize was, “why are you putting me in handcuffs?” which seems a reasonable question. Their reply? “Because that’s what we do to people who break the law!” If I’d had my wits about me, I might have rejoindered, “So, you put people in handcuffs who jaywalk?–or go 5 miles over the speed limit?”–but I was completely flummoxed. Thus, I ended up spending the night, and all the next day in jail. I finally managed to contact my sister who wired bail, and I got out late the next evening. With such a horrific charge hanging over my head, I hired an attorney (at $3500), as being a sexual predator registry for the rest of my life didn’t appeal. The charges were dropped after his intervention, so there were no long term consequences, but it was not a fun experience. The ridiculous over zealousness of these police cost me more than just the $3,500, obviously. Being in jail against your will when you’ve done nothing to deserve it really sucks (as opposed to being in jail for civil disobedience–which I’ve done three times . . . an entirely different feeling). Oh well. 🙁 Compared to the injustices committed by various trigger-happy police over the last months, I guess I shouldn’t complain.

Rules for a Fighting Slave of Gor

A really well behaved man (even without the chains) is kind of sexy.

Fighting Slave Rule 1: Fighting slave’s shall ask for entry into Kasra in the fllowing or similar manner: “Drawing to His knees, the fighting slave faces the place where the Homestone lays.Raising well muscled arms high in salute, before placing his palms flat to the tiles… fingers widely splayed, His deep masculine voice rings out…may (name of fighting slave) enter the city of Kasra?”

Fighting Slave Rule 2: Fighting Slave’s shall Greet in the following fashion: To the Khan and their Master / Misress a fighting Slave shall Greet in this Fashion – to the Khan – “Tal, Khan and Master. (and any additional greetings as appropriate)” – to their Master / Mistress “Tal, my Master / Mistress, (and any additional greetings as appropriate)”
To all Free fighting slave’s shall Greet in this way – “Greetings Master / Mistress {Name}, (and any additional greetings as appropriate)”

Fighting Slave Rule 3: After being granted entry into Kasra, fighting slave’s shall greet in this order: The Khan, The Ubara, First Sword, Second Sword, your Master / Mistress, all Free Men of Kasra, All Free Women of Kasra, all Free Visitor’s / Guest’s (Master’s, then Mistresses), any you are unsure of regardless of sex, and then slaves, who are always greeted last, and may be greeted as a group.

Fighting Slave’s do not use third person greeting’s, a fighting slave’s greeting should look something like this – “Greetings Master {Name} I hope this day has been good for you?” Fighting slave’s shall also bow, slightly, to the Free they are Greeting before Greeting them.

A fighting slave’s Greetings to the Khan shall be, when they see the Khan enter they will stand and bow towards him at the waist, they shall then Greet the Khan.

Fighting Slave Rule 4: Fighting slave’s sit on the bench’s that line the wall behind the slave fur’s. They do not sit on the slave fur’s.

Fighting Slave Rule 5: Fighting slave’s, when either greeting or speaking to the Free are not required to look at the feet of the Free they are speaking to. They are to look at their chest, face or eye’s, though eye contact is not to be maintained for prolonged period’s of time.

Fighting Slave Rule 6: The ko’lar’s of fighting slave’s of Kasra, be they owned by the City or by a Citizen of Kasra, are steel ko’lar’s. These ko’lar’s are a rounded steel ko’lar with a flat inner surface, they are thick and approximately 2″ wide for male’s, 1″ to 1/2″ wide for female’s. These ko’lar’s are plain with only the name of the fighting slave’s owner, deeply engraved into the left side in both Taharic and Gorean Print Script, and, deeply inscribed on the right side in both Taharic and Gorean Print Script the name of the fighting slave. No Leash Ring is attached to this ko’lar.

Fighting Slave Rule 7: Fighting slave’s of Kasra shall wear the following clothing only except in the Arena. a) A Sleeveless black leather tunic; b) A pair of pant’s made of rep-cloth dyed either dark brown or tan; c) Ankle Sandal’s; d) a pair of short dark brown leather bracer’s and e) Either a dark brown leather headband or a cap of rep-cloth worn on the back of the head, may be dark brown, black or white.

Fighting Slave Rule 8: Fighting slave’s in Kasra are NOT ka’jirus, they are fighting slave’s. In kasra a ka’jirus is a male pleasure slave. A fighting slave is NOT a pleasure slave, he or she is a slave whose only service is to fight in The Gladiatorial Arena of Kasra. As such, fighting slave’s do not ‘serve.’

Fighting Slave Rule 9: Fighting slave’s only contact with the ka’jira of Kasra is in the Main Room of Kasra and in IM’s. Fighting slave’s are NEVER allowed physical contact with the ka’jira of Kasra, under any circumstances.Under no circumstance’s will sexual conduct, of any kind between a fighting slave and a ka’jira will ever be allowed or tolerated. Defiance of this Rule willcost you your life.
In time, as Kasra grow’s, provision’s will be made for fighting slave’s to have access and use of female slave’s. You will be told when that time has come and how it will work. Until then, you shall do without.

Fighting Slave Rule 10: Fighting slave you are, and that makes you different, but slave you are, and slave you will be. Do not forget your place, fighting slave. Never forget, obedience is your life.

Fighting Slave Rule 11: A Master is, by definition, always right. They are therefore never Wrong. This Law applies to all Free Persons. Slaves always have the last word in any disagreement..”Yes, Master.”

Fighting Slave Rule 12: All of the Free shall be addressed as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’. If you are unable to determine the gender of the Free Person, you shall use ‘Master’ until such time as their gender can be determined.

Fighting Slave Rule 13: Contradiction of a Master shall never be tolerated. You are never permitted to argue with or contradict a Master.

Fighting Slave Rule 14: Always remember your place in Gor. Never forget it.

Source: http://www.angelfire.com/alt2/city_of_kasra/rulesforfightingslves.htm