October 15, 2007...12:31 pm
Escape
Look what Jack did! Or rather, as this is tinternet, L@@K what Jack did! I know it is a crappy snappy thingy, but see how it’s broken. A whole chunk of it is wrenched out.
He broke another one too - but in a less spectacular way.
Here the bottom thing is the one with the chunk broken out. The top one has been pulled completely out of alignment. Not so impressive. But I tried to force it back into shape and it wouldn’t budge. The piece of wire is from a third one that he destroyed.
I know, I know, I bet your wondering what I was doing that was mean enough to make him bust out of metal bondage like this. Well, the truth is, I was forcing him to eat ice cream that had rice starch listed as an ingredient - which gave it a ‘nasty grainy texture’.
I am truly the sadistic manically-laughing she-devil of every submissive man’s darkest nightmares. And, you know, queen of the dominoes, obviously.
43 Comments
October 15, 2007 at 6:21 pm
Jones, I am dissapointed…just ice cream! Still food has an attraction to me since watching nine and a half weeks as a teenager. You could have at least told us what parts of him these clips were attatched to, and were any other restraints involved? Anyway, sounds like you, at least had a fun-filled weekend - mine was dismal.
October 15, 2007 at 6:24 pm
I am very impressed. But then, I’m that bratty rope-escape-and-revenge-plots switch…
Did the thing with the Wotsits ever come to pass?
October 15, 2007 at 6:27 pm
Not yet. But it’s bound to. There was a thing with some squirty cream that I ought to write up. Golly, you know, Jack does not like squirty cream.
Also, I love escape and revenge. Not always but sometimes. Oh yes, just means I’m doing it right.
Toni: It was a hogtie sort of thing.
October 15, 2007 at 6:53 pm
Super with the ice cream!
I’ve always thought that forcing a sub to eat excessively spicy food would be an excellent idea.
It’s really too bad that I’m not more dominant.
October 15, 2007 at 7:00 pm
I like salty, I think more than spicy. But actually, with Jack, there are many, many foods he would consider a trial.
And hey, if you have homeless domination ideas: here please. I get hyper-annoyed that I have the think them up all the time.
October 15, 2007 at 7:01 pm
Hey Jones, remember I asked what song you thought should be your theme tune? As usual I am sitting here glued to my screens and listning to the hundreds of gigabytes of music on my drives and I heard this song called “lovleyhead” by Goldfrapp, this song is what I hear when I try and imagine what you are like.
October 15, 2007 at 7:07 pm
If I ask why, will I regret it?
October 15, 2007 at 7:16 pm
I can’t really explain why, maybe you should listen to it. It is more about the music and the singers voice, which is very sensual and seems to wrap around you, than the lyrics.
I had heard this song before, but it was in a tv advert with Gary Oldman in it. My younger brother downloads so much music for me and as I am an 80’s guy I tend to listen to music I know but this song stands out.
October 15, 2007 at 7:20 pm
Okay, I’ll try and find it.
Or can you send it to me? bitchybitchyjones (at) yahoo (dot) com
October 15, 2007 at 7:30 pm
I will try, but as you know sending music files on line is tricky stuff these days, it is on you-tube though. The singers name is, I think, Alison Goldfrapp and the song is lovely head
October 15, 2007 at 7:46 pm
Okay. I’ll take a look
October 16, 2007 at 12:51 am
I did the same thing once to a VERY cheap pair of hand cuffs. And I think I’d be able to burst out of something much more secure to get away from food I didn’t like. Jack and I apparently have similarly strong feelings in that regard.
I don’t hate spicy food enough to gain super powers, but too much spicy food would might make me cry.
October 16, 2007 at 12:53 am
And not reading over what I write before posting it might make me look illiterate.
October 16, 2007 at 1:22 am
hey!
i love your blog, and the ways you manage to keep the things spicy and interesting!
i just wish i could find a lovely submissive man to tie up, feed gross things, spank and fuck..
any advise for a really young latina domme ??
October 16, 2007 at 3:48 am
Note to me: lure Boston Boy to places with chocolate, then surprise him sadistically by replacing the chocolate with nasty foods.
Remember to unwrap chocolate.
October 16, 2007 at 6:28 am
Once I had some cheap handcuffs. In fact I still have them, just to look at with disdain. I probably feel the same way about handcuffs that Jack does about foodstuffs.
So my advice is, get some heavy duty handcuffs.
October 16, 2007 at 8:16 am
I like having a boy eat very spicy hot wings and then slowly drink a beer in front of him. Preferably while he’s looking at me, and I’m casually watching a TV show.
Bonus points if I have headphones on him with the song “It’s A Small World After All” on repeat.
October 17, 2007 at 12:01 pm
Hey Jones, seeing as I know how much you love the distiction between the sexes, I thought you might appreciate this story that is doing the rounds of the City and Wall Street.
http://www.dealbreaker.com/2007/10/post_539.php
October 17, 2007 at 2:28 pm
Yea, I know, I’m writing about a previous post but I wanted to be heard and most people only read current comments.
Regarding the ratio of dominant women to sub men, etc. In the paper two days ago there was a comment about the Southern Baptist Seminary and how they were turning out women to be follow the word of God and let their husbands lead. The funniest quote from the article said, “Being a housewife is easy, the internet helps with shopping lists. Matter of fact, it’s so easy that I’ve trained my husband to do the food shopping.” He may think he’s the boss and she may even think he is too, but like most marriages, the woman is in charge. The only difference is that in mine, we acknowledge it!
October 17, 2007 at 3:09 pm
Yuck. Yuck yuck yuck!
That is all.
October 17, 2007 at 3:25 pm
Yeah, but Steve, its a joke, right? You let her be in charge so you can have an easier life, Let her make all the hard decisions, take responsibility over the boring crap, like bills so you can spend more time at the boozer with your friends or down the track. I am not married, but I can see how that would work.
October 17, 2007 at 3:51 pm
Oh no please! Haven’t we done this subject to death?
Let’s keep dominance and submission in the sexay where they belong, eh? I have never got off on paying the phone bill or making someone else do it
October 17, 2007 at 4:18 pm
Fair enough Jones, it is your blog after all, but bills and sex are linked, just ask HSBC and AMEX, I haven’t paid them in months and they are trying to fuck me to death!
October 17, 2007 at 9:31 pm
Yeah, but Steve, its a joke, right? You let her be in charge so you can have an easier life, Let her make all the hard decisions, take responsibility over the boring crap, like bills so you can spend more time at the boozer with your friends or down the track.
x2. If I could talk my nearlyhusband into being ‘in charge’ like that, I would consider myself to be the dominant partner in the relationship. Sadly, I bet he knows this and wouldn’t buy it. Egalite it is then.
[I thought doing things to death got Bitchy off?]
October 17, 2007 at 9:34 pm
I’ve seen the error of my ways
October 18, 2007 at 9:29 am
I’m laughing but thinking at the same time as usual when reading your blogs. I agree with about 50% of what you say, but I love the way you say it all. For instance my strapon doesn’t make me dominant but that fact doesn’t cause me to enjoy it any less.
October 18, 2007 at 9:37 am
and in the process of fighting with my connection I got my post on the wrong blog!
October 19, 2007 at 4:19 pm
I’ve always had a bunch of fantasies around the idea of Hell. The Eternity of Torture. Tantalus. The idea of simultaneous torture and just-out-of-reach denial. Rawr and all that.
My personal favorite is when either the torture becomes so strong, or the temptation for whatever is just out of reach becomes so overwhelming, the punished breaks free of their bondage.
Lovely to see broken restraints. Man strength is hawt and all that.
October 19, 2007 at 4:32 pm
Fuck. Tantalus. Tantalus and Persephone. I love the whole story of Persephone.
And one of the things I like about Tantalus is that there isn’t really any consensus about what he *did*. He is just *punished*.
And, look, Atlas, there in the sidebar. Lovely Atlas. Now there’s a man who suffers pretty.
And Odysseus and Calypso. Damn, I will write about Odysseus and Calypso.
October 20, 2007 at 7:44 am
I studied Greek mythology as a young girl. Everyone thought I was simply very studious and bright. They had no way of knowing that it was the kinky torment in the myths that I adored.
Tantalus. Medusa. Circe. The Sirens. The wrath and punishment and heroic futile tasks that were mindlessly done.
There lies the root of my Goddess stuff. At Mount Olympus where I wanted to give the strong mortal men unachievable tasks while virgins fed me decadent food and drink. And I would root for them to succeed, and root for them to be tragically hurt while doing it…. and add hurdles when they got too close to succeeding, because it should be really fucking impossible and spirit breaking and and and…
Greek mythology. Yes. Do write about it!
October 21, 2007 at 10:44 am
I would never say I ’studied’ them. I live in the UK so I went to Greece a lot as a child and I read all that stuff. I still love it. It’s not really an intellectual thing for me - they are just stories I like.
A lot of the more blatant ’strong women’ stories don’t work for me so much. Especially Circe, despite my occasional pig-boy interest, because she does just want a man who can stand up to her.
I prefer Calypso. She keeps Odysseus prisoner for seven years and makes him fuck her every night even though he is sobbing with homesickness.
And I wouldn’t want to be on Mount Olympus. Goddess stuff is kind of laughable to me. I much prefer being real, and earthydirty and touchable.
October 21, 2007 at 12:07 pm
I’d love to read a post on Calypso and Odysseus from you, Beej. That story how she keeps him prisoner on her island had me hooked too.
Also check in 22,170 et seq. where the goatherd Melantheus gets seized, tied in a painful hogtie, hoisted up under the rafters, and left to suffer there. Ow!
October 21, 2007 at 2:27 pm
OMG! Unacceptable that a slave is breaking your stuff! It’s his fault the shit is breaking, regardless of whether he’s resisting too much and breaking it, or my theory in that the hardware is flimsy and less than ideal for any sort of load bearing beyond a baby chihuahua on quaaludes. The miscreant boy should have properly invested in your gear collection, and maintained it to the level of his resistance style and YOUR preferred level of physical rigors. That hardware is crap, and I’d be happy to place all of the blame of that on him!!!!! Send him out to a proper outdoor gear store to secure you weight-rated carabiners in sexy colors that you like. (I use regular carabiners and screw links for normal bondage, and locking/gated carabiners and figure 8 belay climbing rings for suspension. Stateside, I have one of my fire/rescue type slaves get my gear through http://www.pmirope.com.)
October 21, 2007 at 3:14 pm
What’s a fire/rescue type slave?
Oh and yes, it was crappy stuff. Jack’s butch but not that butch. I spend my good money on high-end handcuffs and I know he can’t get out of those.
You’re right - I should get some better stuff (I don’t like my partners to pay for the stuff - or anything. I like to pay them), I was in a hardware place the other day - but I forgot and just bought sandpaper and a funnel.
(I hate it when they ask you what you want the sandpaper for. I say ‘for an art project’)
But I have crappy stuff because I am disorganised, lazy and crappy.
October 21, 2007 at 5:24 pm
Oh god, also, should add, Jack’s not a slave.
October 21, 2007 at 5:52 pm
Or really a boy - in the sense that you meant it… just so’s you know.
October 21, 2007 at 6:23 pm
No, you’re really not.
x
October 21, 2007 at 8:36 pm
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….Bitchy, Bitchy Jones. You turn me on. I want that too.
October 22, 2007 at 3:09 pm
Oh my god, I have totally used that exact line at the hardware store. And if you don’t know what the hell you actually want, you can say something like, ‘Oh, it’s for some kind of art project I have a vague idea about.’
October 26, 2007 at 10:13 am
What is a fire/rescue type? A slave who happens to work as a firefighter. They have access to nice toys. So do the cops
October 29, 2007 at 4:27 pm
Gosh. How many different professions of slave do you have? How do you find the time? I am run ragged with two - although neither of them are actual slaves, more just boyfriend/perverts.
And I can’t help noticing that neither of them have jobs where they access to anything remotely cool - unless Tipp-Ex is a pervertable.
October 29, 2007 at 4:29 pm
Please, also, no one give me Tipp-Ex CBT advice, even as a joke. The kind of CBT that looks like a sexually transmitted disease is one of my biggest squicks.
December 26, 2007 at 8:19 pm
Bitchy, please go to a mountaineering shop or a camping shop or even god forbid Millets and buy some proper Karabiners or Carabiners. Even the little ones for carrying kit are strong enough to hold the weight of several full grown men and cost the same as the little snap locks above. You only need buy the cheapest ones. They will never break.
Boat Chandlers do some lovely little shiny stainless snap links too, that can be used, only they are more expensive if a little neater. Some are designed to release easily under load if you are worried about safety.
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