One of the stranger—and therefore hotter—masks that I found is their Cthulhu mask. I was surprised to see that it sold for less than three hundred dollars on ebay just recently. Given my love of all things tentacular, I expected to be pretty turned on, but repelled as well. That didn’t happen.  In fact, give this guy a Darth Vader voice changer, and it’s game on.

I feel pretty safe adding Cthulhu Bondage to my list of sciolistic kinks after all.

(Curiously, Bob doesn’t seem to be a real person, which sucks from a crush/lust point of view. The business is owned by two brothers, the Petrovs. For a better look at their work, check out their LiveJournal blog.)

More gas masks as fetish gear

I came across the following image by happy happenstance. A Twitter user has this for an avatar. I was hoping it was an actual picture of her, but it turns out it’s from one of the photo galleries on Demask, an on-line fetish shop. (She did say she has the whole outfit, so definite plus: Hello, hotness.)  After the Bob Basset masks, this feels more like an amalgam of the two different styles; less steampunk, not cyberpunk (though I could’ve sworn I saw something cyberpunkish in one of the galleries, but I couldn’t find it again), and yet, it doesn’t seem quite BDSM, either.

I unexpectedly found myself more turned on by these than the Cthulhu mask. Nothing, of course, beats a steampunk cyborg out to prove that resistance really is futile, though.

One of the most common half-baked amateur diagnoses seems to be low self-esteem, which I think couldn’t be farther from the truth when it comes to who I really am and what makes me tick. In fact, usually, it comes from someone who barely knows me. There’s also a tendency for the assumptions and accusations to come from someone who may have had a bad experience with kinky sex, or has never tried it at all, or has in fact tried it and wound up disliking it, or is just making judgment based on preconceived notions of S&M and other forms of unconventional sexual expression.

Like I said, I’m no expert in psychology. In addition, I’ve never discussed this issue with a therapist — something that may allow me to work toward pinpointing why I enjoy the kinky things I enjoy. But would it be worth it? Would it be worth all the time, money and effort? My philosophy is that the simpler pleasures in life, including bending over someone’s lap for a good spanking, are better left unanalyzed. It would be like analyzing why I like to hear birds chirp, or why I like pizza, or why I like the feeling and smell of a breeze on a spring or summer day. I’m just not willing to trade my happiness or experiential pleasure in this one beautiful life we have to live in return for psychoanalytic speculation. Because, that’s what it would be, after all.

– Cassandra

OK, time for some stuff about me. I am a transsexual female who is only first beginning to get used to her new skin, so to speak. I was born biologically male and transitioned to the opposite sex because I had early-onset gender dysphoria that grew more and more severe as time went by. I finally did something about it toward the end of 2007, which is when I began taking female hormones, although I began the process of facial hair removal roughly 1 1/2 years prior to that. Hmm, I’ll have to check if that’s accurate.

At any rate, the reason why I mention my transsexuality is because I expect that a good number of my posts — not all, mind you — will be written from that standpoint, being as I’m experiencing the world anew as a woman. I experience and view sex differently now. In a sense, I am like an adolescent girl, not only exploring and growing accustomed to my new gender role in adult relationships, but also trying to get the hang of the intensified emotions that come with being a woman.

Aside from me being trans, I also have an interest in BDSM, specifically bondage, moderate suspension, ’50s household and S&M. As far as actually engaging in those activities, I am a newbie. I primarily enjoy being submissive, although I do have a bit of domme blood running through my veins.

I know there are people who live the D/s lifestyle 24/7. But is that how most people approach it? Personally, I see it as a menu item, but I couldn’t imagine living it full time. Do those who do live it full time look down on the part-timers as dilettantes? Should we, in turn, look at the full-timers as one-dimensional? Can you whip a slave one moment and then do the New York Times Crossword puzzle with them an hour later? I’d like to think so. Though it’d be hard to concentrate with the weeping  and gnashing of teeth going on so close to you. I guess that’s why they invented ear plugs and ball gags :)

Just thought I’d share another installment of my metakinks. Enjoy.

Another one for my men-in-panties fetish: He Wears Panties. This one isn’t a porn site, or even all that risque. In fact, the models (most of whom are women) have their breasts blocked out.  The latest post talks about bodystockings for men–something I hadn’t thought about previously.  Fodder for my imagination, with or without images.  (However, if one of you guys wears any, or knows of any sites…you know where to send that data.)

I really do adore this picture of pink panties around a guy’s ankles.  There’s something shy and endearing about the inward-turned toes. That initial hubba-hubba! outburst makes one feel almost crude.

It seems that even Mars (yup, the big candy conglomerate) has  gotten into the game. Maybe they’re not truly selling panty hose to guys, but they’re using a guy in hosiery to sell candy. Which is even more fabulous in my opinion. For some reason, the company didn’t think this would fly in the US, but they gave it a shot in New Zealand. A smexy, hot Kiwi man in lingerie? uNF.

Mars sent out casting flyers and bagged a number of guys trying out for the part. You’ll have to view the video for highlights, but they center mostly on one man.  One guy, totally unknowingly, bagged the gig for the commercial that ends with posters and the site emblazoned with “Mark Hathaway had the NUTS to do this” for Snicker’s “Get Some Nuts” advert. Hot.

I can’t think of who the lower image reminds me of, but it’ll come to me.  I’ll have quite the opportunity to reflect.
[addendum] I remember now, it’s that asshole doctor from Grey’s Anatomy. Hah.

I wish all juice commercials were this titillating, though. Certainly, it underscores why so many people find Furries so damn hawt. As per my tentacle fetish, the octopussy stripper was a clear winner with me.

More mainstream yiffing, please.

Originally found here.

Oh, and I couldn’t leave out a little comic-style dragon porn.

Well, if you didn’t know before, you should know now that one of my favorite TGP sites is Panty Paul’s.  Sure, there are a ton of hot T-girls there.  I love them.  Passionately.  There are also—and these are also beloved by yours truly—close ups on a wide  selection of cocks in panties and a wide variety of lingerie.  I, for one, fucking love it.

There’s something about a cock juxtaposed against satin or lace that highlights masculinity.  I love the sight of beautiful penii straining against the confines of inelastic satin or stretching silky lace.  I love the feel as I trace the outlines of an erection with my fingertips, slipping my hand between firm cock and soft panties.

So, yes.  I can’t speak for other women, but I love masculine men in panties.  Even more, I love masculine men in my panties.  Who else thinks so?  Let’s encourage our men to over-step boundaries and express themselves in our lingerie.