HNT ~ Dessert

While I am a fine cook in my own right, there are some desserts I can’t manage. Luckily, Mina is here for that.

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Photography

2009 HNT Gallery

Another take on Eugenie de Sade

Mina wrote her post here, but, honestly, I have to have another take at this. I just can’t help it…

When you watch the movie, you struggle to find anything good about it. Whomever was responsible for Soledad Miranda’s hair did manage to keep it straight consistently, so, bonus points there. Beyond that, you can only praise the incredible team effort, where the bad acting helped to camoflauge the poor direction, which also hid the feeble concept. In essence, Eugenie de Sade is a wonderful parfait of suck.

The “plot” centers around Eugenie and her father. The story begins with her finding a secret book of erotica in her father’s library, and her father sussing out his teenager daughter’s secret reading habits. Upon realizing that his daughter is blossoming into her sexuality, and inappropriately objectifying him, he acts as any father would – he praises her reading, saying it was high time, seduces her, and decides that she will be the perfect accomplice in his scheme to commit the perfect murders. Naturally! Their first plan is to go to a conference in Paris, secretly fly to Brussels durign a variety show, murder whatever model they hire, and return to Paris before the variety show ends, thus cementing the alibi. (Ah for the days when airlines didn’t keep passnger manifests, and TSA didn’t make you show up two hours early!) Of course, this very first murder is instantly sussed out by a devoted fan of the father. Although he does not report them to the police, Eugenie and her father respond to the discovery of their brilliant plan by instead murdering hitchhikers, a classic method of victim selection. Strangely, one of the murders arouses them to fuck over the victim’s body. (yes, I get it, but the way the movie plays, it is completely unaccountable.) Eventually, their trail of murders falls apart when the Father’s plan is to have Eugenie seduce a jazz musician for him to prey upon. Of course, she falls in love with their target, causing the father to murder him in a rage, instead of cold blood, and then to mutilate Eugenie before stabbing himself. The movie ends with Eugenie dying as she completes her deathbed confession to the fan of her father who had been stalking them throughout the film.

There are certain moments in the movie that require a delicate sophistication. For instance, when Eugenie’s father confesses to her (after being asked once) that he murdered her mom shortly after she was born for infidelity. The incredibly complex waves of emotion that wash over a young girl as she discovers that her first lover, her father, and her partner in murder was the one who executed her mother in cold blood only after waiting for her to be born so he could have the net woman in his life were reduced to a sensible nod of, “well yes, she needed to die.”

In some ways, it’s obvious that the director knew he only had about forty minutes of material, and was desperate to stretch it out. As a result, the viewed is tormented with protracted scenes of musicians playing, and massively out-of-focus action overlaid with one of the four songs used to create the movie. It is also apparent that the director realized halfway through the filming process that the movie was going to be a steaming pile of crap, and had stopped really trying to do a good job. There are several scenes where the depth of field is bizarrely placed, leaving extras in focus and the principal characters lost in the blur. Eugenie is apparently a fan of bears, as her father has grown his own wool coat on his back, and her musician lover has an ass only a yeti could love (though, bizarrely, no other body hair). Even ignoring some of the movie’s datedness, it is hard to get around how awful the film is, from concept to execution. The bad ideas were only succeeded by how poorly they were done.

If you happen to have a tall bottle of intoxicating beverage and a bunch of friends not put off by nudity, it is a great movie for everyone to ironically mock, but paying any money to actually experience this is something you will resent for your entire life. Stay away…far far away.

a psa ~ eugenie de sade

Eugenie de Sade… a movie made in 1970 based on Marquis de Sade’s novel Eugenie de Franval. Directed by Jess Franco. I don’t recommend seeing it.  I know I should be a bit kinder since it was made in 1969/1970, but it was awful. Perhaps it was also because we did not watch the original and uncut version. This was released in 1975. I’m not sure it would have made much of a difference. The only difference it would have made was that we would be able to actually see what made this movie such a big deal. Perhaps there would be more sadistic visuals and murder. However, the bad acting, music and cinematography would remain the same.

Sylvanus and I actually had a lot of fun watching this movie. We had fun making our own lines, mocking the music and gawking at the poor camera angles. The only nice thing I can say is that Soledad Miranda (the woman who place Eugenie) is in fact beautiful. Sylvanus and I really wished that Mistress Kyra was with us to make fun of suffer through this awful movie.

So what was so bad about it?

Wardrobe! The characters wore the same outfits many times.

Music! The soundtrack was awful. Exactly what you would expect from a 1970 movie, but it was the same damn music over and over again.

Cinematography! Oh this was awful. You can tell it was a low budget film. I have no idea what the guy holding the camera was thinking. Very often scenes were out of focus and then zoomed in on things that made no sense.

Acting! It was awful.

What was the big deal!?! Um, what was the big deal about this movie? I missed it. I thought this was a movie about pain and pleasure. There was a huge “ewww” factor when step dad and daughter end up being lovers. I found it quite entertaining when step dad tells his daughter he killed mommy because she cheated on him, but had to wait to kill her till daughter was born, and daughter just acted like “oh that’s reasonable”.  The movie was based on a step dad and daughter team who are lovers and then they find people and kill them. You don’t even assume they’ve slept with these people. (perhaps that is where the uncut version is helpful). Yes, there is some nudity. As in 1970 fashion, women are in their natural state (I’m not complaining about that, you know I adore natural and curvaceous women). However, when the man who plays Eugenie’s step dad got naked and you saw him from behind, he was hairy all over and really skinny. I turned to Sylvanus, squinting my eyes, telling him this guy looked like Mr. Burns. There was one other guy who got naked in the movie and you saw him from behind and he also had a hairy ass. Yuck.

Sylvanus and myself both hated this movie. If you have 90 minutes to spare, then go have fun.  I have to admit that we are still laughing about this movie, so there is some entertainment to be had there. I’m finding it insanely crazy that people are praising this movie. Really? I mean come on! You do Marquis de Sade no justice! Are you living in such a sheltered  life that you find this movie incredible?!? Seeing this movie actually made me not want to read the original novel. I certainly have no interest in watching anything else made by Jess/Jesus Franco.

Watch at your own risk.

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On a brighter note, Sylvanus and myself became models for a change and had our engagement photos finally taken. I think they will turn out very nicely.

Mistress Kyra came over last night and had a photo shoot done by Sylvanus. She was very pleased by many of the photos. She and I also had a chance to play around for a bit. It’s amazing to see how genuinely happy she is when she plays with me and it is documented on photo. The smile never leaves her face. You may get to see a few of these shots in an upcoming HNT *wink*

an interesting thursday night

Ever have a Thursday night where it just feels like it should have been a Friday night just because what you did seems more like weekend material? Yeah.. that’s the Thursday night Sylvanus and myself had.

It started with pizza and a Laker game, which we turned off before it officially finished. (I came to find out this morning while at the DMV that the Laker’s lost their 13 point lead! WTF?!?) Mistress Kyra came over, but she was not alone. She brought her pet along. Sylvanus and I had not had the pleasure to meet him yet due to her pet’s schedule. It was quite exciting to meet him. We all sat around and chit chatted and had a drink. Soon enough though, Mistress Kyra (and all of us) wanted to play.

Sylvanus and myself had the pleasure of watching her play with her pet. She teased him by coming over to me as I sat in Sylvanus’s lap and she began touching and kissing me. It became a back and forth between pets. Having Mistress Kyra’s pet there worked in my advantage. She was teasingly cruel to him and sensually sweet to me. She kissed me deeply and often, her hands at my breasts as she pulled and teased my nipples. I felt her lips on my breasts, neck and sides. She made me giggle and gasp.

Mistress Kyra was feeling especially nice and she removed her top and lowered her bra. It was the first time I got to see her breasts. She allowed me to kiss them. My mouth immediately kissed her soft, plump flesh. I ran my lips and tongue around her breasts and found her nipples. They are larger than my own. My tongue flicked out to her nipple and I sucked her into my mouth. First one breast, and then the other. As soon as  I was done, Mistress Kyra put her bra back on.

The four of us moved into the bedroom. Sylvanus and myself made ourselves comfortable on my side of the bed, while Mistress Kyra and her pet took Sylvanus’s side of the bed. I rode Sylvanus while Mistress Kyra watched us. Her pet was busy pleasuring his mistress’s pussy with his mouth.

We stayed like this for awhile. Sylvanus put me on all fours and he fucked me from behind. Mistress Kyra and I exchanged kisses as she attempted to reach over and rub my clit. At one point Mistress Kyra put her pet on the floor and she sat on his face while Sylvanus put me back on top of him. I rode him and I came close to cumming a few times, only to have him stop me and pinch my nipples hard, breaking my concentration. He flipped me on my back and Mistress Kyra stood up, her pet still pleasuring her. She reached over and kissed and touched me while Sylvanus fucked me. He reached over and handed me the eroscillator ( a new toy in our collection).

I used it on my clit as he continued to fuck me. Mistress Kyra had had enough of her pet and ordered him out of the bedroom. I could hear her coming back and forth to check on me and her pet. She would not give him the pleasure of watching me cum. I felt the pleasure build within me and finally I was allowed to cum. My screams bounced off the walls and I heard the silence around me as the world stood still to hear me. I moaned and sighed in pleasure and smiled at Sylvanus.  I grinned as I told him it was his turn to cum.

Mistress Kyra leaned over and kissed and touched me as Sylvanus began using me for his pleasure. My hands found his flesh and I raked my nails against him. I squeezed him, beckoning him to cum. Finally his groans escalated and he burst into a sweat as he spilled his seed within me.

Our night together as a foursome ended shortly after. It was a new adventure for both Sylvanus and myself. This morning I was blessed with the presence of Mistress Kyra. She came over for a little while and I made us pancakes. We enjoyed each others company and chatted about life in general. Next week is “take your pet to work” day. I get to see Mistress Kyra at play work. I am very excited about sitting in on one of her sessions.

hnt~ heat

Things got pretty hot around here this week. My skin is aglow from the heat and my arousal.

Thank you diva and best sex bloggers for including this HNT in their Friday Foto Fiesta

Thank you to Blue Eyed Vixen for choosing this photo as one of her favorites of the week.

tuesday night with Mistress Kyra

I am dressed to impress. A shiny, black tank with plunging neck line, something appropriate for clubbing and drawing attention to my full breasts. A long denim skirt with slits up the sides. Underneath, fish net thigh highs, my knee high boots, and black and pink panties and bra. My thin, black leather collar to top it all off.

“Did you think about what I asked you?” Kyra asks me as we make our way into the back dungeon.

I nod yes and shyly tell her, “Put me into subspace.” I wanted to feel that floating feeling again.

As Kyra gets herself ready for our play, Sylvanus begins undressing me. He pulls my shirt off and unbuttons my jean skirt. I wiggle my hips and push the fabric down on the floor. I slowly step out. Sylvanus leads me to the platform. He cuffs my hands to the suspension bar. In my mind I am “squeeing”. Last time I was sent into subspace it was while I was suspended from this bar. Sylvanus began playing with me. There I was, in my bra, panties, fishnets and boots, at his mercy.

Kyra steps in and Sylvanus offers my body to her. She looks at me in admiration, smiling as she admires my boots and breasts. “I’m going to fuck you tonight. You know this?” She grins. I bite my lower lip. “I have been waiting to fuck YOU since the day we first played a month ago.”

“Can we just skip the playing and get to the part where we fuck her?” She jokes to Sylvanus. “We are going to tag team you tonight doll.” She turns to me.

Sylvanus unhooks my bra, allowing my breasts to spill out. Kyra smiles and grabs my breasts. She loves them. Sylvanus and Kyra unbuckle my wrists so that my bra can be slipped off. Once more I am cuffed.

I spend the next half hour (or so) at the mercy of both Sylvanus and Kyra. They play “good cop, bad cop” with me. When one is being sweet and sensual, the other is being sinister. While Kyra kisses me deeply, Sylvanus crops me. While Sylvanus kisses me deeply, Kyra pinches, bites and flogs me.

They take turns flogging, cropping, paddling, and caning me. My front and back are at the mercy of their blows. I feel my panties getting soaked. My fingertips begin to tingle as I strain to keep my legs spread for their assault on my inner thighs and cunt.

Clothespins find place on my breasts and are cropped and paddled off. Kyra’s teeth bite the length of my body. My reactions range from giggles of tickles to gasps of pain.

Her hands find my ass and spank me over and over. Sylvanus holds me from behind and I have no where to go as Kyra assaults my breasts.

I feel myself floating close to subspace, but I am never able to achieve it. Being tag teamed by both my Dominants broke my focus. ( I am not complaining at all). I feel the key to subspace is in my breathing. During an intense session, my breathing is broken. It is not slow and steady. I gasp, I pant and I hold my breath. The scientific explanation for subspace, for me, is a light- headedness that results from unsteady breathing. Perhaps I am wrong, but it makes sense to me. However, I don’t recall noticing my breathing during the first time I ever met Kyra and she spanked and caned me. So who knows? And does it really matter? I think not. Screw the scientific “why’s”.

I am let out of my cuffs. The blood rushes back into my tingling fingers. I am lead to a padded table. I lay back as cuffs are buckled around my wrists. Sylvanus removes my boots to prevent my heels from damaging the table. Kyra ropes me into place. She is wearing her strap on now. It is time for my tag team fuck to begin.

Sylvanus stands behind my head. He helps Kyra by spreading lube all over my cunt. Kyra moves onto the table and between my legs. I spread myself for her, welcoming her to me. Meanwhile, I feel the heat and hardness of Sylvanus’s erection at my face through his jeans. Kyra eases herself into me. I feel her faux cock sliding over my cunt lips. She takes her time teasing me and delighting in fucking me. Slowly she slides into me. I gasp at the initial pain of the entry and then ease my muscles around her. Slowly she rocks her hips into me, pushing my face into Sylvanus’s clothed erection. She smiles as she leans over and kisses me. Her mouth moves to my breasts, commenting on how perfect our size makes the match up. She begins thrusting harder and I gasp. I feel the softness of Sylvanu’s cock as it rubs against my face. I maneuver myself so my head hangs off the end of the table. Sylvanus’s cock slides easily into my mouth and I begin sucking on him. Kyra’s thrusts into my cunt moves me into Sylvanus. It’s a wonderful erotic dance. I moan into Sylvanus and the same moan escapes his lips. I gag a few times, unable to catch my breath between Kyra’s thrusts.

They switch places now. Kyra slides out slowly and moves behind me. Sylvanus moves onto the table and slides himself easily into me. He begins fucking me and I moan. Kyra slides her arm beneath my neck, cradling me to her. She leans over and kisses me deeply. I hear Sylvanus moan in excitement. I have a feeling he is enjoying fucking me while seeing me kiss another girl. This goes on for a little while longer until Sylvanus can’t control himself any longer. I feel him pulse into me as he groans deeply. I feel his seed spill out of me as he pulls out. I am released from my cuffs as a mat is placed on the floor.

Sylvanus tells me to get into my position. I get down on all fours, lowering my head to the floor and my ass to the air. He wants Kyra to fuck me from behind. Unfortunately, Kyra isn’t as tall as Sylvanus and so this position doesn’t quite work. I flip over and she once again slides into me and fucks me just the way she wants as Sylvanus sits and watches us. Once satisfied, she pulls out and Sylvanus hands me a bullet vibe.

I cup the bullet in my hand as I press it against my clit and roll my hips. Kyra leans over me and kisses me. Her hips push into me, pushing harder against my hand and the bullet. She apologizes (teasingly) for distracting me from my orgasm, but in actuality, her pressing into me made things feel oh so much better. I mimic the feeling by cupping the bullet even harder and pressing it into my clit.

It doesn’t take long before I am howling my orgasm into the dungeon space. I shudder as I come back down and my limbs grow weak. My fingers barely turn the bullet off. I lay panting for a moment before it is time to get up, get dressed and help clean the place. Our night ends at Denny’s as we all grab a bite to eat and chat about the night as well as this coming weekend. It is late by the time Sylvanus and I make it home, but it is well worth the lack of sleep.

waking up from the quiet

Things have been quiet around here at Longings End.

There hasn’t been much to write about. Mistress Kyra was away on a trip for a few days.  I went on a long car trip earlier last week. Upon return, Mistress Kyra had a few personal things that required her immediate attention. It’s been 4 days since her return and we all suddenly realize there has been a great disconnect. It’s an understandable disconnect. Sometimes life requires your full attention elsewhere. Now it’s time to reconnect.

I haven’t felt my submission in awhile.

Mistress Kyra has been feeling generous. We are seeing her tonight and she has granted me ONE wish. I can ask for one thing and it will happen during our time together. Now, what can I ask for? The possibilities are endless!

• to kiss her and be kissed by her
• fucked by her by her strap on
• over her knee and spanked by her
• drip wax on me
• bind me in ropes
• flog me
• cane me
• feel her hands on my body
• put clothes pins on me (can’t believe I said that)
• nipple clamps
• cropping
• restrain me
• pull my hair
• scratch me
• pinch me
• make me cum
• tease me
• suspend me
• send me into sub space
• electric play
• needle play

See? They are endless! What would you do? Hmmm this does make a great idea come to mind. I think it would be a lot of fun if Mistress Kyra and Sylvanus came up with a list of sinister things they’d like to do to me and let you, the readers, decide which one’s you’d like to have done the most! Sound like fun?

Things haven’t been too quiet around here. We did have a web cam session with Mistress Kyra. She got to watch us while Sylvanus fucked me and then I came for her. I have also decided to start updating my Tumblr again. I have found some amazing photographs that I wanted to share. Visit my Tumblr here.

Mocking

Our friend, the wonderful Dangerous Lilly, linked to a post that was near the very apex of huge asshole-dom in all of humanity. The deserving object of her scorn was a post from a subscriber to “the Game,” shorthand for the craft of men who fancy themselves pickup artists. I’m familiar with it in my own, typically clinical way. My mental Rolodex has some very peculiar cards in it, and I am used to getting looks of “and you know this…how?” In any case, Lilly had located a particularly odious screed about identifying sluts, which peels back his “player” mindset, exposing an id that only Joe Francis could love.

Normally, I am all for unpacking the layers of psychology that put together an especially aromatic pile of shit. I am really disappointed by being a member of the human race’s only failed gender (cf. rant starting at the 1:38 mark here), and I have a special contempt for people who never learned to start identifying with the better angels of their nature. While, on one hand, I do appreciate the bizarre difficulty of the high-wire act that is the Game, where one attempts to exude contempt for women in a way that gets one laid (cf. Method of Exhaustion), I spend far more time analyzing my refined contempt for the people who have reduced their lives to the pursuit of pussy. It seems like so many practitioners have a story of their foundational event being a crushing rejection, it leads one to believe that their life is a Montoya-like story of revenge. His politics combine Glenn Beck’s sense of proportion, Sean Hannity’s cool personality, Bill O’Reilly’s appreciation for contrasting opinions, and Rush Limbaugh’s erudite subtlety. (Have fun unpacking all the layers of sarcasm in that sentence.) His advice on relationships has a sort of “do you actually know any women” quality to it, as suggestions like “Avoid PDA one day and finger her in public the next,” and “Drip hot wax on her nipples,” often have that air of sounding cool only to people who’ve never tried them.

But then, the post that Lilly linked to DID have 498 comments. Lest one think that his one freakishly annoying post happens to be garnering unusual attention, take note that his other posts, which run a gamut from “disturbingly misogynistic” to “politically neanderthal” regularly rack up hundreds of approving comments. So, who’s the bitter asshole now?

I have come to acknowledge that, honestly, Mina and I are boring. Sure, we have lots and lots of sex, and it’s fantastic. We know each other’s bodies well, and we also are lucky enough to have another to share in our life. But, really, it isn’t that interesting to be all sweet and lovey. Soap operas are not fueled by successful relationships, and reality TV has never put together a special showing its greatest reconciliations. It’s about the drama, the discord, and the unhappiness that sucks people in. Schadenfreude may be a thin gruel, but it is tasty. So, while I do think that he is a second-class idiot that straddles the line between “Napoleon Dynamite” stupidity and “Jerry Springer” stupidity, he is also, as a blogger, considerably more successful than I. So perhaps I’ll let his “Sixteen Commandments of Poon” slide, merely focus on the best revenge.

HNT~ A Master’s Touch

With his touch, I can do anything. I’m driven to please and serve.

Thank you Diva and Best Sex Bloggers for including this HNT in their Friday Foto Fiesta

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