Kink in exile

Notes from a kinky nomad


I had a conversation with a friend a little while ago about fantasies and how some of mine would leave the casual observer wondering “where’s the kinky sex.” In general I am a very hands on likes to cause pain and see the reaction or likes to be hurt without all the pomp and circumstance kind of girl. However, when it comes to topping men in specific I get really into head games and service.

So a little bit of background; at one point I did freelance photography work as my primary source of income. Most of my work involved model portfolios and soft core porn sets for the alt sex market. There was a lot of time spent editing porn. I mean a lot. If this sounds fun to you, you have probably never been part of porn production. However, this fantasy comes out of all the hours spent at my desk cursing models for daring to have birthmarks on their thighs…

I want an attractive young man kneeling by my desk. He is nude except for a collar, and he is off a little to the side so that if he looks up he can see my computer screen. But he does not look up. He keeps his head bowed and his hands folded in front of him until I need him. He is not here in a sexual capacity, though he is aroused by his predicament (it’s my fantasy, shut up!). Really his main purpose in being here is to refresh my tea cup as needed and otherwise make himself as non-intrusive as possible.

From here there are many possibilities…perhaps he fidgets too much and distracts me, in which case he’d have to be punished. Perhaps I chide him, asking if he has grown bored and give him something to think about like nipple clamps or perhaps a butt plug. Maybe I just tell him what his punishment is going to be and let him think about it while I finish my work.

Maybe he is being exceptionally good. I tell him to make me a cup of tea, and when he returns with it I have him kneel right next to me. I might grab a fistful of hair and pull his head back, pinch his nipple with my other hand — hard enough to make him whimper — then laugh and send him back to his place beside my desk.

So many possibilities…

Written by kinkinexile

August 13, 2007 at 9:53 am

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  1. What is often incredibly sexy in all of this to me is the notion that being “exceptionally good” results in painful treatment. In many of my crueler fantasies, I often concoct scenarios of long-term enslavement wherein I am so tortured that I respond eagerly to rewards that promise to be merely less intense torture rather than providing the possibility to evade them at all.


    August 13, 2007 at 6:57 pm

  2. Just stumbled on your blog and have to say… yummy fantasy.

    I love the man-in-waiting thingy so very much. Just be still and quiet and ready for the possibility to service whatever trivial thing I require of you. Yum.

    Also love the thought that a man becomes conditioned to view any attention (even negative pain nipple torment) as a good thing, a reward. Yum and yum again.


    August 17, 2007 at 1:42 am

  3. That is really good. I must have my boyfriend read this blog. He would die of bliss if I did something like that to him.


    August 19, 2007 at 2:28 am

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