Listen to the Silence

Yep, I’m back.   And no “cool down” time on this one.   (You know it’s gonna be tart when I’m playing Marilyn Manson and KMFDM while I’m writing.) “My submission is a gift!”   Can we please stop this shit?   Please?    I mean come the fuck on…”my submission is a gift to be cherished”, “my Dominance is a gift to your womanliness”, “my sexuality is my offering to you”… Fucking stop it.   Seriously.   You sound like a fucking twat, and a prissy one at that.   Or, if you want the modern version…. “You sound like a cunt.”   And yes, I mean that to the men, too.   Dominance and submission are nouns.   They are states of being.   They can be used to indicate roles in a relationship.   They can identify markers, attitudes, philosophies and personalities.   They are ultimately expressions of psyche, or sexuality.   They are not – repeat NOT – fucking gifts. A gift?   That’s something you give someone, without expectation of return.  “Gift (noun): a thing given

So I finally have new product photos up on the site.   Dear Gods that took forever...but I also convinced the model to let me do some cute photos of her, so "bonus". Two new rants coming next week, once I've let them cool down a bit...this has been a very irritating week in kink. KFetish Model Mayhem - New Pictures New Product Photos at CreativeKinkProducts.Com 

   I miss photography.   I really, really, really do.   One of these days I've got to get back into doing good old fashioned color and black and white fetish photography - maybe even pick up a studio and start doing it for a full time hobby. In the meantime - enjoy the whip marks.  This one was taken a few years ago, when I was still married to a Pro Domme - this was one of her victims.    ^_^

Begin any paddling session with a bare hand (or softer toy) warm up.   Unless you are playing with (or are yourself) a heavy masochist, the bottom will appreciate the warm up, and you’ll enjoy the time getting intimate and familiar with their anatomy.  Safe Word, Safe Word, Safe Word.    When you’ve played with someone for years, you can play without some kind of safe word they can use to tell you to stop.   It’s your job to judge their feedback to know how fast or slow to go – but they should always have a way of saying “enough”.   And “no”, “stop”, or “ouch” are NOT safewords.  Wide paddles mean a lot of force spread out over a larger area.   They tend to be louder, and heavier.  That generally means you can swing harder as the play goes on, without doing as much damage – but it also means you can impact with a lot more force.   It also means diffusing the force of each swing into a larger muscle mass – so less of a sharp pain and more of a rough one.    Thinner paddles deliv

But I actually have a Pinterest. God help me, I made a Pinterest. And seriously...I feel like the oldest guy on there.   I have no clue what I'm doing, and I've already been on there a few months.   Don't even get me started on twitter....the whole idea of informing the world of what I'm doing constantly doesn't sound like a good thing - it sounds like voluntarily surrendering what's left of my right to privacy. http://www.pinterest.com/kenovasir/boards/

So after way too long, I finally have a webstore for the stuff I make.   Instead of randomly giving them as gifts, getting requests to make them for sale for pro's and semi-pro's, and building furniture for stress relief...I'm finally getting a site up to get things out there. Go me!   Well, me and my partners. K CreativeKinkProducts.Com

Guys.   Seriously.  This one is from the heart.   (Or as close to one as I have.)   It’s going to hurt at first, but I’m asking you with a genuine plea – stick around until the end.     I’m good with words…but I’m not good at apologies.   I’m a male dominant.   It’s what I am, from my vanilla personality on through my career, and down into my sex life, my marriage, the women in my home, and out throughout the rest of my life.   I don’t play it at a play party, and I don’t dress up for the sex – I just am who I am. I didn’t start that way.   I started out as a confused teen boy looking for a boyfriend, all the way back in 1996.   I knew none of the terminology, had no clue what the hell I was looking for – I just wanted an older, prettier boyfriend.  And since I was younger - of course he'd be the Top, right?  Wasn't how that was supposed to work? The guy I found was what we now call a “dumbinate”.   He was a cute volleyball player who had just graduated my high sch