ALittleBizarre's blog on Informed Consent http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/weblogs/ALittleBizarre/ The IC RSS Gadget webmaster@informedconsent.co.uk 360 Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:36:52 GMT Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:36:52 GMT Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:36:52 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/243483/ Just wondered if anyone else is into this as I'd like to discuss it and get some advice, I'm on some of the dollification forums but they seem to mostly be filled with CDs, which is not the dynamic I'm interested in personally. Any advice, websites, direction would be most welcome. Thanks! (oh and you can always memo me if you prefer) Mon, 13 Jul 2009 18:22:47 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/242614/ Does anyone else really enjoy subdrop? I find the emotional rollercoaster rather thrilling. For every up there must be a down... Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:08:35 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/242323/ Need advice as to what would make you want to reply to a memo you recieved on here. Any tips on making that initial contact? I'm trying to help a friend write a memo, but as a tomboy that is sitting here smelling of horses with hay in my hair and shavings in my pockets I just don't feel qualified to give advice as to what a girl might want to hear, so please help us out! Fri, 17 Apr 2009 17:21:48 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/233761/ Not sure if its growing up with a beast between our thighs or having to tap into our own instincts and primal natures to be able to communicate with our horses or whether its just all that leather, but somehow us horse people seem to be a rather sexual and kinky bunch. At least all the equestrians I know are. I think the idea that we would be too busy with our horses up at the stables rather than running around after boys was sold to our parents when we were children, although most of my afternoons as a teenager revolved around either chasing after boys on horseback or at least talking about them with the other girls up at the barn. Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:32:54 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/220967/ Age play, Daddy Doms and My Own Personal Insanity. Fri, 28 Nov 2008 19:25:28 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/217132/ I think they should have an f4f search option on IC, i'm a subby female who would love to find another fellow subby female friend/playmate. I can search for f4F, but i dont think i'd live up to anyones expectations as a Domme, i've messed about with it, but it doesn't come naturally (although i can be bossy, its more in a spoilt little girl way). On the other side of the coin Dommes don't really do it for me either, they always seemed so strict and harsh. But a curvy, sweet submissive friend seems just about purrfect. I have visions of rolling about like kittens on the floor, tying each other up in ribbons, and sharpening our claws :) Tue, 04 Nov 2008 17:20:10 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/214108/ I keep getting asked how I got into bdsm and to be honest it's been such a natural progression that it's difficult to imagine a time in my life when I haven't been into bdsm. As a child I remember experimenting with different ways to make myself cum. A favourite discovered early on was water and how the flow of water over my clit could bring me to orgasm. I used anything I could find, I can't remember which came first, but hoses, swimming pool jets, sinks and bathtub taps were all used any time that I thought no one was looking. Early on I began experimenting with objects, positions, even people. As a young child I grew up in a very affluent Mississippi neighbourhood. I was quiet, sedate, easy pray for the spoilt, southern brats of our street. And so they used me, I was the baby, or worse still, the family dog in our "friendly" games of house. Made to crawl on the floor, eat off the ground, and hide under the bed. Speaking was not allowed. It was a kind of humiliation I still seek out to this day. Sun, 26 Oct 2008 14:41:43 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/212969/ Daddy's presents arrived the Friday before last in a long square package wrapped up in plain brown paper. It looked harmless enough. He came home carrying it tucked up under his arm, his hands full of routine mail, the usual white paper envelopes full of bills and statements and things that make me bury my head in His chest and take in the smell of tobacco and cologne, grown up manly smells that comfort me and make me feel protected from the stresses of the outside world that come in those white paper envelopes through the post. I hug him and kiss him and ask him about his day. The package still occupies my mind, little curious glances try and unwrap the package in my mind. A million options skip through my head. He doesn't say a word about it, just leans it up against the arm of the sofa as he sits down in his usual spot. I scurry off to the kitchen and bring him a plate of Thai Green Curry, proudly presenting it to him like a child first learning to cook, awaiting that approving smile. Daddy has been teaching me to cook, a skill I should have already learned, but never did. I've always liked making messes in the kitchen, but somehow the fun of cooking the food never matched up to the disgust of eating it. My creations always seemed to fall short of the mark and I lost the motivation to learn, but somehow with Daddy there I was learning again. Dressed up in heels and an apron he took me through the motions then set me loose in the kitchen to find my feet. A simple technique which has worked wonders with me. It never ceases to amaze me how well he Dominates and guides me, managing to maneuver me into places in my life I've wanted to be, but never thought possible. Fri, 17 Oct 2008 15:27:06 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/211870/ Anticipation, presents, and playing the waiting game... Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:20:59 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/211014/ Paper Doll, cut me out Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:02:22 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/208225/ Waking up anxious, nervous and restless, most nights sleep finds it difficult to find me, and so i rise early, perform chores, write, whatever else I can find to distract my troubled mind, but this morning was different, this morning you were there with me too, mind racing with ideas and possibilities rather than fears and regrets. You lead me to the bathroom. I am unsure what you have in store, but i let my mind wander to previous conversations and wonder which path this morning will take. I am cuffed to the radiator, sat on the cold tile floor, obediently waiting for you, not that i have a choice in the matter! The door is closed and i sit in the still white room. I hear you fumbling with something in the next room, you enter with tripods, flashes, and cameras, a whole host of things that make my body flush with excitement. I am naked, exposed, cross legged on the bathroom floor, there is no escape, there is no hiding. You record my vulnerability for the world to see. You tell me i'm beautiful, you twist my head and spread my legs and tell me where to look, the camera flashes, evidence of your complete control over me. My mouth is fucked, my body used, and once you have emptied yourself of cum, you empty yourself of piss, it floods me, covers me, i am instructed to open my mouth and close my eyes, i gasp for air, it runs down my chin and over my tits, it runs everywhere, sat in a pool of cum and piss you tell me that I am your baby girl and i whimper that you are my Daddy. You let me up and watch as i shower, keeping a close eye on your handy work, watching me transform. Happy once again. Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:49:08 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/206866/ *An old blog I wrote ages ago that I thought would fit in quite nicely here.* Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:19:27 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/206599/ The quiet pout. The little turned down mouth. The cherry lipstick smeared lips that she can't seem to keep her fingers out of. The big blue eyes she uses to speak when her tongue can't find the words. The lashes bathed in black mascara that leave trails down her flushed cheeks. The ever changing rainbow of colors that cover her hair, but not who she is. The longing in her arms. The weakness in her heart. The breasts that hang pale and round, marked with the lines of use. The contour of her full hips in contrast to the soft curve of her belly. The rider's legs that so expertly tangle, wrap, and extend themselves around. The toes that curl. The feet that dance. The gentle whispers quietly breathed. The shyness that sometimes translates as aloofness. The mind that races and then retreats. The many parts that make her up. The many parts of me. Thu, 28 Aug 2008 13:05:55 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/205819/ "Must a name mean something?" Alice asked doubtfully. Wed, 27 Aug 2008 12:47:21 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/205709/ Unconventionally conventional. In the kitchen with the apron on and nothing else. Ironing in a spreader bar and heels. Wearing rubber, and i don't just mean marigolds, while doing the dishes. Shackled to the home...literally! The 50s ideal pushed to it's kinkiest extreme. Normality bores me, but seemingly normal and traditional tasks need not be boring if done with kinky, sexual undertones. I enjoy extremes so why not bring them into everyday chores? Knowing that my work will be inspected and appreciated if done well and punished if not done well enough. This thought present with each stroke of the vacuum or swipe of the duster. Struggling to bend to pick up and hang the laundry on the line because of a tightly laced corset only serves to remind me of my place, my role as a submissive. Keeping my mind and body in a constant state of arousal, desperately longing for Him to return. Tue, 26 Aug 2008 11:49:43 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/205590/ Although still quite shy and gaurded I have increasingly found myself enjoying expressing my hidden inner exhibitionist. Posing for the camera, taking direction to stroke this foot or lift this arm or hoist that skirt higher or just to throw my head back and enjoy the attention. There is something very submissive and erotic about posing in such a way. Knowing that not only the photographer, but that others will see me at my most vulneralbe and submissive. That He could tell me to do virtually anything and that I would obey, a slut for the camera, and a slut for Him, and it will all be captured, that precise moment in D/s time recorded for all to see. Tue, 19 Aug 2008 14:54:05 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/204808/ Finding myself drifting farther and farther into confusion, and in a way I long for the days when a woman's role was clearly defined and looking after home and family was seen as important and worthwhile. It seems today with all the options open to women that we feel pressure to take all of them on and that if we don't we are seen as weak or less of a person in some way. That somehow aspiring to be a good housewife and mother is demeaning to oneself. I understand that devoting oneself to home and family is not every woman's idea of fulfillment, but why should I be made to feel like less of a person because it is mine? I don't see myself as inferior to men, just as I don't see myself as inferior as a submissive. Men and women are different, our strengths and weaknesses can work together to form a complete whole. A unity I see lacking in this modern world. Nature did not create us by mistake, but by design. Equal halves that need each other to work to achieve a more effective whole. It is all well and good to call yourself a Dominant, but that is not much use with out a submissive to control. The dynamic needs the other to work, they are different, but equally necessary. My strength lies in my femininity, in my instinctual nature as a woman, in my desire to submit. In a world that puts little to no value on these things I feel lost and abandoned. Trying my best to cling onto what I feel is important and hopeing that one day someone will value me for what it is I can offer as a woman. Wed, 23 Jul 2008 13:37:50 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/201291/ I was asked recently whether I considered myself more submissive or more Dominant. I thought I would post my answer here as it explains how I think I fit into this whole world of BDSM. Tue, 22 Jul 2008 19:53:48 GMT http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/201203/ Ahhh, well, for me the most challangeing part of bdsm is the mental side, and maybe it is for this reason that its also the most enjoyable part for me. Losing myself in a scene I supppose is the easiest way of acheiving mental submission, but I suppose the ultimate for me is when a Dom can look right into your soul, understand who you are, what makes you tick and so can use that to make me submit and motivate me to do anything he wants or take as much as he can give. And yes, your right the mental and the physical go hand in hand, the slight touch of a whip in a well selected place can snap the mind into another zone. To be honest most of the Doms i have encountered have fallen well short of my expectations, and as I have a naturally rebelious nature have failed to make me submit mentally, I can of course physically go through the motions and submitt because i want to for a man, but I feel that a really skilled Dom can get me to submit not because I want to, but because he wants me to, if that makes any sense aat all! I suppose its all very hard to explain. The most skilled doms I've been with though have been the ones that outside of bdsm there is no connection. So I suppose ultimatly I'm seaking that specail one that i connect with both in the bedroom and out, well more then connect, spark with Of course I try not to have too many expectations within the relationships I make, and above all else am just looking to make friends, I dont know why i've gotten carried away in this message telling you my ideal, but i suppose its been quite theraputic for me to write it all out! HOpe i havent bored you too much and that i have given you something to think about.