Ah, a woman after my own heart
As far as I’m concerned, normal is what I want to do, and kinky is whatever I don’t want to do. Golden showers? Normal. Smack me about the face and neck? Normal. Texting photos of my breasts covered in bulldog clips to someone I’ve not seen in person for almost a year?
All normal.
Scented candles and having face-holding anniversary sex? Eww, kinky. You won’t catch me doing that. Not often, in any case. And definitely not for free.
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Which brings us, as it so often does, to Mistress Matisse [and, and];
I was sitting in my hairdresser’s chair the other day when he said, “So I wanted to ask you something.” He told me about a friend who’d lately gotten into BDSM, and who had been showing him bruises on her ass. “I don’t have a problem with it but… is that really safe, to be all marked up like that?”
I get questions like this all the time. It’s a perfect example of counterintuitive perceptions about BDSM. Stuff that seems heavy to the uninitiated really isn’t, while activities that are casually portrayed in popular culture are actually rather hazardous.
Take bruises on the butt. People get squicked by them, but for the average healthy adult it’s not dangerous to get your ass and upper thighs hit until you’re heavily bruised. We’re well-designed to take impact there, so if you like it, do it.
On the high-tech side, I used a surgical stapler on someone recently and it was big fun. I’m guessing many of you cringed at the phrase “surgical stapler,” but in fact, it’s not that intense. The staples are small and they don’t penetrate the skin very deeply. So provided you employ the same common-sense precautions you’d use with any skin-piercing play, it’s pretty safe to use.
“You are into spanking in your private life, is that right? Would you say you’re first a kinky woman, and then a spanking model, or vice versa—meaning, would you rather star in a movie that makes you hot, or in one where you look good?”
