The Daddy Issue: Sexualizing Abuse

Crossposted from EdenCafe

Part 1 here -The Daddy Issue.

A popular TV show that discusses the topic of sex offenders suggests that victims of molestation are groomed to it. That they are led to trust their molesters to the point that they feel it was their own fault. I can’t be sure that I’m any more or less damaged for acknowledging my sexual trauma. Knowing myself though, I knew I would need to go through something to deal with it. Not just a mental acknowledgement but something physical and tangible.

The belt was a hard limit. After being belted for the last time by my step dad, I vowed to never let anyone ever hit me with a belt again. Strangely, since the realization that he in fact DID feel me up when I was drunk, I began to have fantasies about being belted. It’s the only real trauma I have ever really claimed to have as a child. I was 12, too old for the belt, and it was excessive punishment for stealing $5. It was not right, to be 12 years old, and having to pull down my pants and lay down on a bed so my mother’s husband could beat me. It was even more disturbing to know that the night before I was lying across his lap while he rubbed my bare back.

I remember feeling fear and a loss of control. It made me feel small, and worthless. My parents had always spanked- but this was the first time I truly felt that I had been beaten. I remember screaming. It was fear, true fear. I wonder now what he was thinking, but really I don’t want to know.

So somehow in my mind, I needed to face this. I wanted to face him somehow. Be in control. When my Dom and I would talk about fantasies and the things that make me hot- the belt always comes up. I don’t know much about sexualizing abuse. It seems twisted, but the belting seems more significant. It’s my last grudge. I feel that I have to face it. I have to face the belt.

At the play party we went to, Sir had me on the whipping rack. It was our second time on the rack that night, and the first time he had just caned me. By this time, the party was in full swing, and we were relaxed and having a wonderful time. He took the belt and threw it over the rack, so it hung in my face. A mind fuck. I’d known he had it with him, I’d asked him if he would bring it. We had talked about it, and I only needed to tell him when I felt ready. So earlier in the evening, I’d picked it up out of his toy box and handed it to him. No words were spoken.

Leaning over this padded A frame I felt the bouncing of the cane on my ass and thighs. Each strike getting stronger and faster. My moans increased and decreased with his speed. It goes from a quick whack to a sharp sting. Again and again and again, harder and harder. Whackwhackwhackwhackwhack until I was standing on my toes and my moaning became a high pitched screaming plea.

He stopped and reached for the flogger. It came down on my back and shoulders. I moaned and curled my toes into the baseboard. The flogger on my upper back and shoulders is a heavenly thuddy pain. It’s a more heavy pain that with repetition starts to burn. It’s a hot burn that melts into my hungry skin.

When I opened my eyes, the belt was no longer hanging in front of me. I knew it was coming. I was ready. I could face this. I was horny and wet. I was safe with my Dom. I could stop at any time. I didn’t have to be afraid. It was pain, and pain was my safety. Pain was cathartic and freeing. It wasn’t about punishment here. It wasn’t about $5, or about the fact that my step dad overpowered me. He wasn’t here to tell me I was a whore for letting my 13 year old boyfriend touch my breasts. He can’t hurt me anymore. Never again.

I felt it touch my skin. The thick leather rubbed across my ass. I breathed slow and heavy. He leaned against my skin, my sore red skin.

“Are you my little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. It was the first time we’d used these names all night. He was making me feel safe. He was reminding me that I was safe. I needn’t come out of my headspace. I was safe and he would protect me.

The first lick came across one cheek. I gasped out loud. My subspace vanished almost instantly. My body tensed. My eyes opened wide and welled up. Helpless and afraid. Oh God.

The second lick came across both cheeks. I heard his voice. I saw his face. I remembered his tirade of insults. You fucking little slut. You are good for nothing.

“Pet?” I looked down to see Sir in front of me. His eyes were concerned, he was touching my face. I blinked my eyes and long rows of thick tears ran down my face. “Oh Baby,” he whispered, “Baby, we need to stop.”

“No!” I cried out. I wiped the tears away. I couldn’t let it be this way. I could not let him win. “I’m ok. I’m not afraid.”

He kissed me, “Pet- you don’t have to. You decide. YOU decide. I’m here now and he can’t hurt you ever again.”

I nodded, wiping away my tears, “Please… I’m fine Sir.” I am not sure why I forced myself to continue. I needed it though. I needed to walk through this fear, and turn it into pleasure. I needed to prove to myself that he hadn’t broken me. That he hadn’t changed who I was to become. That I was not affected by what he did. That he didn’t abuse me. He didn’t molest me. He didn’t hurt me.

I knew that Sir was uncertain, but he knew why I needed it. He was cautious and I heard his voice cracking when he said, “Ok Pet. But look at me. Good girl. You decide.”

I braced myself against the rack and felt the next strike. It was harder than the last two, coming down across my cheeks. I felt like I was being stabbed. The tears poured from my eyes, it was happening again. My step dad, that son of a bitch, was haunting me. He was laughing at me. I could hear him.

The last lick connected with my flesh, and somewhere from within my soul I cried out, “Daddy, please No!”

He was at my side immediately. He cradled my face, and hugged me, “Oh my baby, my girl. It’s ok now. It’s me. I’m here.” He comforted me, and guided me to the chair. He sat down and pulled me into his lap where I curled into his arms and sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I thought I could… I thought…. I wanted to…”

He quieted me and hugged me tight, “Oh baby….” his voice was like a blanket, “You are safe with me. You are my girl now. I will protect you.”

He held me for a long time, kissed my cheeks and wiped away my tears. Maybe I was not ready yet to face that demon. Maybe it was too soon. Then again, maybe I will never be ready. Perhaps I will never be able to face the belt.

Maybe he DID change who I was to become.

I can’t change that back. I can only decide where I go from here but it’s up to me. I decide.

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Patina from Cal Exotics

I love rabbit vibes.  Love them.  Unfortunately most of them are jelly.  Now I don’t mind jelly, but I know that many people only use phthalate free toys which can often make the rabbit style vibes less of an option.  Cal Exotics has created this rabbit style vibe called the Patina.

What I liked: The material is very nice, high quality silicone.  There is no weird jelly smell.  It curves at the tip and  has ridges to help with g-spot stimulation.  It makes small shaft rotations which also adds to the gspot stimulation.  Most (not all) rabbits do not have the gspot curve AND shaft rotation.  This did stimulate my gspot very well.  The clitoral stimulator had very nice seamless ears.  They were not pokey.  Even my favorite rabbit does have ears that feel pokey.  The Patina does not.  When I use my rabbits, I usually bend the ears forward so the back of the bunny ears rest against my clit.  This vibe made that very easy and had very good vibration going  through to the ears.

The power buttons were nice.  The have separate buttons for the vibration and the rotations.  There is a serious of the usual vibrations patterns, low- medium- high- pulsate- graduate- etc…  They are very nice and just enough to make me want more.  The rotation is not very wide, but the g-spot curve helps with that.  Then there is one button that simply turns it off- this is a good feature.

How it could be better: Honestly, it could be bigger.  It’s a small thin shaft.  I like to have the nice full feeling with my rabbits- however, this wasn’t BAD.

As a rabbit for a beginner, I think this is a good rabbit style vibe.  It has a very nice humming vibration and will not jolt your clit out of place.  The gspot curve is nice and the silicone makes it a firm but flexible dildo.

Thanks to CalExotics for letting me try this out.  Their new Couture Collection is quite impressive!

The Daddy Issue

This is crossposted at EdenCafe also.

I’ve been carrying the dirty secret around for so long I didn’t realize it was a secret.  It was buried down so deep that it didn’t even hurt.  Something I never really wanted unearthed, and I am not sure what the benefit is of the realization, but knowing is always better than not knowing, or so I’m told.

It was in the midst of some Daddy/little girl play with Sir that I realized it.  I think somewhere I had always known, but I covered it up somehow.  I made jokes about it, “I’m almost certain he was  inappropriate with me at some point.”

So now I’m 38, but my character, my little girl, is maybe 12.  At this moment I’m in a cute white skirt and a button down shirt and we are playing out a little fantasy that we have both discovered.  He says, “let me help you with your shirt, baby…”

The visual comes to my mind, as if a flashback in a movie.  It happened in slow motion in my head, I could see my bra coming off.  Through my arms.  I could see the dark shadow of my my bra slipping through my fingers and by the light of the TV.  Then he was doing it.  He was rubbing my breasts.  Yes.  I remembered it.  Then in a flash, it was gone—and here I am, playing out this fantasy.  I blinked it away.

This was a new mental playspace where I had no rules and no knowledge.  It was hot, it was edgy, and so arousing for us both.  Even in the dark of it, we played in the safety of our trust for each other.  Daddy isn’t a “father figure” but merely a trusted grownup and I’m certainly not a little girl.  This is no different than the school teacher and naughty student, or the lonely housewife and the UPS driver.  This is safe play with someone I trust.

“Are you sure this is ok?” I ask as he unbuttons my blouse, “I won’t get into trouble?”

“No sweetheart,” he says pulling my blouse off of my arms, “but it’s best that you don’t tell anyone.  It will be our little secret.”

It wasn’t really a secret that I would sit with him in the dark.  I had been doing it since I was very young.  Sneaking into the living room where he would be up late, watching TV long after mom had gone to bed.  I would sit with him in the dark and watch TV.  It wasn’t a secret, but I guess I never did tell anyone.  He never told me not to, I just never did.  It was our special time.  I got to stay up late and watch TV with him.  Besides, it was the only time he was really ever nice to me.

“Ok, I won’t tell.  Can I have another piece of candy?”

“Of course, why don’t you sit here on my lap and I’ll help you with your shirt.”

It was a vague memory.  I was in high school and I had come home drunk.  My first time drunk.  He opened the bathroom door and saw me throwing up.  He didn’t say anything except, “clean up and you can sit with me on the couch.”  This is when it happened.  I was laying on the couch next to him.  Floating in and out of conciousness in a Bud Light haze.  And he was rubbing my stomach, and then he said, “You should take this off.”  Then he took it off.  Then he was rubbing my breasts.

We played this scene all day until we were both spent and exhausted.  Afterwards, we spoke quietly, debriefing, caring for each other, coming back to reality.  I told him about the flash that I saw and he encouraged me to talk about it.  I was cautious, but let the words come out.  Words I had never spoken before.  Recently, I had read that many people who are sexually compulsive/addicted have experienced some sort of sexual trauma.  I don’t believe in repressed memories, especially when it comes to abuse.  It’s so uncertain, I think you can be conditioned to believe things that didn’t happen.  I wanted to believe that I was making this up, but I know I wasn’t.

“The weird thing about it is that he really didn’t like me very much,” I told Sir, “He was very mean to all of my siblings but it seemed as if he especially disliked me.”

I told him in great detail how he would constantly berate me.  As I got older and started dating, the berating became more personal.  He would call me a slut and a whore.  When he found out I was sexually active, he threatened to kill my boyfriend.  He would always make dirty jokes, comment on my body, and say that I dressed like a tramp.  He almost acted—jealous.

Even when we would fight and argue during the day—at night, if I couldn’t sleep I’d come out and sit with him on the couch and we’d watch TV.  We didn’t really talk much, I’d just soak up the attention he gave me.  Acceptance from the only father figure I had.  He’d rub my back, and stroke my hair.  And I’d lay on the couch, across his lap with my head on a pillow on the other side of his legs.

That memory came back a little more harshly.  Along with the realization that at this time, I was a developed teenager and unaware that walking around in half shirts and panties in front of my step dad was a problem.  He never said anything, of course NOW I know why.  A feeling came over me like rotten meat.  ”Oh God—It’s no wonder he hated me.  I was this bitchy moody slutty teenager during the day and at night I’d come crawling on his lap.”

“You didn’t know any better,” Sir assured me—but no, I did.  I certainly should have, “You wanted love and attention and he was giving it to you.  He was your dad, since you were very young.  He was the adult, he was wrong.  He manipulated you.  He made you long for a loving father, then pretended to be that, so he could abuse you. ”

I cried and sobbed.  I was not sad or angry that my step-father felt me up.  I have no memory of how many times he did it.  For all I know, it was just the one time.  However I do recall him taking off my bra on more than one occasion.

“You shouldn’t sleep with your bra on, it’s not good for you,” he would tell me.  Of course—I was told by my friends that if I didn’t sleep with it on, my boobs would stop being perky.  So I always slept with it on, except the nights I would sit with him.  Those nights, I’d let him take if off of me.

That doesn’t seem as significant as the rest although on it’s own it’s enough to make any parent cringe.  The fact that somewhere the innocent little girl sitting with her dad turned into a little less innocent teen being manipulated.  He was sexualizing me and I was accepting what I thought was love and affection.  His own health issues had long since taken away his ability to have sex with my mother, so he turned his attention to me.  The little bitch who openly hated him to my siblings and my mother, but who climbed into his lap several nights a week.  Shaking her teenage ass in his face and somehow thriving in his inappropriate but unnoticed advances.

“You’re safe now,” Sir told me, taking me into his arms and holding me tight.  ”I’m so sorry, baby.”

Yes, so was I.  This opened up a whole new level of issues.

Daddy issues.  Seriously.

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Going the other way- HNT

I took these pics last night and sent them to Sir to approve. He immediately started singing a song I’d never heard before about this woman’s backside.  Now I don’t think I look as good going the other way as SHE does, but I still appreciated the connection.  (There’s a link at the bottom to the song from the 60’s by the Limelighters).

(click)

Vikki turn your back on me
Come on darlin’ just for me
‘Cause there is something so appealin’,
that your eyes are not revealin’!

Oh, Miss Dougan, you’re for me!

Other girls who approach me,
Are beautiful, gorgeous and gay!
But you’re so gosh darn more inviting
Going the other way!

Vikki baby you move me,
In those far-out clothes!
But don’t it get chilly flyin’ home at night
When that cold cold tail-wind blows?

Vikki baby, you rock me,
Without you I’m bereft!
I’m hynotized by those crazy eyes,
And that callipygian cleft!

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The Limeliters — Vicki Dougan

Now the outfit is a floor length sheer gown, that actually looked quite flattering on me- but my favorite part was the back that laced up a little but, but then scooped WAY DOWN.  If you click the second picture, you’ll see why this was Sir’s favorite picture.  What do you think??

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A Dazzling HNT!

I learn so many interesting things on Twitter.  Like today, I heard about Vajazzling.

What is THAT you ask.  Well, it’s bedazzling your vag.

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It’s kinda pretty right? And it would go really well with the crystals I got from EdenFantasys.  Ok, they are not swarovski crystals, but they are ‘dazzly’!!

What would I call that, “boobdazzling”?

Happy HNT!!

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Four Sentences of Rough Sex

Occasionally Sir gives me homework.  It’s often writing assignments, as he likes to see my writing fiction.  It’s nice to know that he likes my writing.  This one was harder though.  Four sentences of rough sex.  Actually I think it was ‘violent sex’.  I decided to put it to twitter to see what I got back.  The first response missed it and just gave me 4 words, but I challenged myself to then use HIS four words to write MY four sentences.  I got back a few responses, so I shared them below and mine is the last one.  If I have any more fun homework assignments, I will continue to share them on twitter.

Twist. Stroke. Smack. Spit.  @raveninnyc

I was breathing hard as he threw me against the wall. He ripped off my panties and slipped his fingers in deep. as I came all over his hand he shoved his cock deep inside me. He then spanked me & fucked me till I fell to the ground smiling @lucyvonne11

Anticipation, fear, or surprise? The explosion of power overwealms and sharpens the experience. …Lust, mixed with love, become drive toward a heady brew of flesh, sweat, and exhaustion. …Satiation leaves yearning, but without energy to act. @Ze_Witness

On the floor slut! Don’t you look at me! Ass in the air! You are my fucktoy, don’t ever forget it! @saynine

Don’t you dare cum without permission. I will slap you so hard you will see stars. Put your hands down! I will tell you when you can move cunt!  @saynine

I had her up against the cold concrete wall, forearm pressed against her shoulders.  I leaned into her, snarling as I sunk my teeth into her shoulder.  One hand with a fistful of her hair, I pushed her skirt up, panties down with the other.  I reached through her legs and grabbed her pussy, squeezing it until she cried out in pain.  @butchtastickyle

My back scraped and pressed against the wall, his hand that wasn’t wrenching my hair (oh god just pull a little harder please ffffffuuuuck) pushing up on my ass, his combined efforts lifting me. A nearly-silent yelp escaped around the ballgag between my lips as he thrust into me with no preparation. He chuckled at my whimpers, plunging himself into me while forcing me to look straight at him. “That’s my beautiful girl…” @HouseWench

The nipple clamps were tight and connected by a chain that wrapped around my neck, causing them to pull and twist. My only hope was that a stroke of the flogger  from my Master would eventually knock one of them free.   He stopped and stepped closer, only to slap my face and pussy before reaching for the flogger again.  Unfortunately the gag in my mouth kept me from making any noise, but the spit running down my cheeks let him know that I was struggling. @badbadgirlx

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e[lust] #8

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This Isn’t Play. . . BDSM and RapeThe very basic principle that we hold so dear in BDSM play, “Nothing without consent” seems to stand in stark contrast to a very common form of play, “Rape Play”.

Half-FullWhen I get my ass beaten, is it as much for the sensation as it is for the “Good girl…I knew you could take that for me.” that I want so badly at the close of the scene?

House Party Part 2 -His wife walked by at one point and he cryptically asked her to “do what she did to so-and-so earlier”. His wife disappeared behind me, but I felt her hands touching me and his cock as it entered me.

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Backseat Orgasms - We kissed lightly and without focus, both a sensual act and maddening at the same time. More, I needed more. In a blur I was on my knees on the seat, straddling his leg, his mouth latched onto one nipple and his fingers hunting for the key to undoing my dress pants.

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Are You Watching Me?A plan of devious proportions begins to form. Before this is over with, I will have forced you into a corner…forced you to act…forced you to give ME what I want.

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Erotic Writing

A story of FL

Contemplation

Cuddling

Floor Exercises

Good day for a milking

Goodbye

G-Spot Orgasms Galore – Part 2

Initiation

Logan

Mark. Confession #423

Mouth

Nothing says I love you quite like…

Playful and Dangerous

Play your part

Plotter

Splish Splash

The Library Hotel

The Secret I Couldn’t Keep

Triple X

Three A.M. Surprise

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anatomy of Desire (PT. Two)

Better Cautious Than Raped

Lingerie Tales Vol 1 An Obsession Begins

My life as a gamer’s slave

Perplexed

Saturday Texting

So Simple

The Elusive Female Orgasm

The G Spot Mouse or How To Make A Woman Squirt

Transtastic: On Language

Kink & Fetish

A No Limits Slave?

Are Discipline and Punishment The Same?

BDSM Advice Series: Pet Play

Bondage 101—Part 1: Bondage Basics

Breaking the Demons

Dark/DirtyBlog Crush

Factory Doll

Hand vs. toys

I’m on a book cover: ‘The Punishment List’ by Abel

Kink

Men as sex objects

Rough Porn

Raleigh and La Fortress

Savouring the texture of my skin with his teeth

The Way They Look At Me

The Slut Chronicles #13 ~ The Auction

Whither the spankosphere?

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Happy Valentines Day!

Hookers, Catholic School Students and Facebook

Lane Bryant Makes Puppies and Kittens Cry

Pussy Cosmetics and Vagina Myths


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Just dusting things off…

Now THIS is a maid….

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My deep throating dummy…

I have to admit, I give pretty spectacular blowjobs.  I always have.  Sir said to me, “I don’t want to know how you learned.”

I laughed, remembering a quite afternoon when I was about 13 when I learned.  ”Oh- that’s easy!  My sister taught me.”

There are not many times that I can actually make someone choke on their own spit.

However, yes, when I was 14- my then 22 year old sister taught me the art of a blow job.  She was a party girl back then, and a bit more promiscuous than I ever was, truth be told.  We used a carrot, just like in Fast Times at Ridgemont High  except we used the round end, not the pointy end.  She also told me how to stroke it and suck at the same time.  It was a fun day.  Sisterly love.

Over the years, I’ve had enough practice and with the exception of the first boy I ever did it a lot too- (shortly after this lesson) who said I used too much teeth, I’ve never had anyone give me anything but praise.  I try hard and I love to do it.

While I have always been able to get as much cock into my mouth, until recently I have not been able to properly deep throat.  It’s one thing to have it go into the opening of your throat, just hitting the ‘gag reflex marker’.  It’s something else to have it go PAST that, into my thoat.  It’s a really odd feeling- but a strange sense of accomplishment for me.  I can’t do it all the time.  I’ve seen women who seemingly have no gag reflex, which I definitely do.  It’s easier to do if I am in control of the thrust or if my partner is going slow enough to actually feel when he’s pushing past the opening of my throat.

The first time that I actually felt it go into my throat was using this dildo.

The Femme Rubber Dildo is a decent size dildo.  It’s 6.5 inches long and 1.25 wide (just under 4 inches around).  Like the name states, it’s rubber, so there’s the fail of it smelling like rubber when you first start using it.  After a few washes, it fades off a lot.  The shape, size and curve of this dildo went right into my throat, surprisingly while I was playing on webcam one day.  After I realized it- I continued to do it- as practice.  The deep throat mints and the Good Head gel and the other things that numb your throat help, but nothing is better than practice.  It’s very mental- getting used to that feeling of your throat opening.  Relaxing and taking it in.  Not panicking.  I recommend practicing with a thinner, curved dildo just to get used to the sensation.

So ok, my tips:

Relax

If you are going to practice with a real cock, let your partner know that you are practicing.  Tell him not to expect perfection.

Don’t do it if you are thirsty, have a cold, or have heartburn or any kind of upset stomach.  I know it sounds funny and obvious, but in practicing your going to be forcing air down your throat.

Take the cock into your mouth until it reaches the back of your throat.  The gag reflex marker.  Hold it there a bit.  Some recommend swallowing, but I could never do that.  So go up and down on it, letting it hit the back of your throat until you get comfortable.  Relax and take breaths.  Most guys kinda dig those desperate gaspy breaths you take when you’re giving head.

Once you are a little less sensitive to the intrusion- press the head of the cock at the back of your throat.  RELAX your throat, and push farther.  It’s REALLY important NOT to freak out.  It doesn’t hurt, but it FEELS like there’s something in your throat.  It’s intrusive and uncomfortable.  In the beginning, allow yourself time to get used to that feeling, that opening up.

Don’t feel you have to be a sword swallower.  I am not certain that I could get more than a two or three inches into my throat.  And really if you are with a guy who has MORE than three inches that will go down your throat, chances are he doesn’t get deep throated very often.  Take it in, and slide it out.  It’s ok if it makes you cough.  You’ll have a lot of saliva.  Get used to the sensation.

If you can, keep your hand up an on his hips or somewhere that you can push back if you need to.  He doesn’t know if something is going wrong and you’re about to throw up on him.  It’s ok to gag- I strangely find that it makes me want it more.

After a while, you will get used to that feeling.  You’ll push your boundaries a little more and you’ll be able to hold it in your throat for a little longer or even have your partner thrust some while he’s in there.  Always relax.  Don’t panic.  You will find a groove.  Maybe two throat strokes (what I like to call it) in a row and then more shallow sucking while I relax again.  Then start over.  Holding it a little longer.  Shallow sucks, licking, jerking with my hands.  Two or three more throat strokes, fast- allowing the vulgar throat fucking noises to happen.  (seriously, guys love that!)

These are the things that work for me.  I’m not an expert and I’m sure there are lots of books and videos on how to do this.  I’m certain one idea remains practice makes perfect!!

My Femme Rubber Dildo is my Deep Throating dummy.  I suspect it will also make a nice strap-on dildo.

Keep practicing, enjoy and have fun!!

Masturbation Sleeves- a comparative review.

Recently, I got three different masturbation sleeves from SexToy.com, all made by Cal Exotic Novelties.  At the time I had someone in mind to test them out for me, but I haven’t seen him in a while.  I decided to send them to Daddy to try out for me.

Colt Hand Job Stroker

This is a jelly stroker.  It can’t be sterilized so it should not be shared.

The inside has  lots of little nubs for stimulation.  Click here for photo of the inside.

For around $10-$15 this stroker is flexible and good for warm up and added sensation play.

Because it’s jelly, it picks up dist and lint, it needs to be kept in the case, or in a bag.  Recommend using cornstarch powder to keep it supple.

5.5 inches long

The nubs were found to be a little TOO much and left me feeling almost numb from it.  In the end I stopped using it.

Futurotic Night & Tight Pussy

Made of TPE (Thermo Plastic Elastomer) which is a mixture of PVC and silicone.  This is a very soft and ‘lifelike’ material.  the down side is that it is HIGHLY porous and cannot be sterilized.  I fear that this one will pick up more  dirt than the jelly.  Clean very well with antibacterial soap before and after use.

Click here for a funny picture I took.

The material on this stroker is simply too thick.  It feels nice enough, but there’s no grooves or inner design, just a tight hole surrounded by an inch of ‘flesh’ on each side.  Might be very nice for sensation play.

6 inches long

I needed a lot of lube as it’s a very porous material.  This was a toy that was used on me, and it turned out to be very hard to manage with it’s clumsy shape and all that lubricant.

Super Head Honcho

Made of TPR (Thermo Plastic Rubber), it’s phlalate free, non-porous and easy to clean.  It’s pliable to the touch.

The inside has alternating grooves for added stimulation. Click here for photo of the inside.

This toy is thin enough to allow the user to use manual pressure (squeezing) if your style of masturbation.  Ir’s flexible and easy to hold from the outside.

6.5 inches long,

This one allowed for pressure and the grooves added enough stimulation to make it feel good throughout.  Out of the three, this one was by far my favorite!!

From what I’ve seen there are not a lot of different types of masturbation toys for men, but strokers can definitely add something to your play.  I enjoyed using the Futurotic in the beginning, but it’s big for my small hands there was lube everywhere.  It was kind of a mess.  It would be fun for sensation play, but neither of these strokers are a good enough substitute for the real thing.

Thank you to SexToy.com for continuing to be a great company to work with, offering great prices to my readers and putting up with how LATE I am on my reviews!!

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