New Love: Latex

Mistress Couple and myself at La Domaine Esemar making rubber magic!

L is for Latex, R is for Rubber Bands (ouch), B is for Balloons — last weekend’s activities smelled of rubber and felt even better… I have always eyed the latex at fetish cons, but never tried it on. The price tag was too heavy, and it seemed like a pain in the ass to deal with knowing I wasn’t going to buy any — in full disclosure, I am a sniffer though, and I have lingered in rooms just for the smell of it. Over the years I’ve gazed long and hard at alien-like designs in smooth black rubber stretched over bodies making animated oil slicks and curvy, tight, sausages from people’s soft structures. Photographs of the Rubber Ball were an alluring fascination for my imagination years before I found my place in the kink community: what did these people do (other than look sexy fabulous)?

I’ve tried a few different drugs in my time, but I’ve never felt so perfectly high as I did wearing a borrowed latex dress to a kink party. Seriously. I could not keep my hands off myself. After stroking the latex over and over again I couldn’t stop touching my own hands too — they felt different after petting the non-porous completely smooth second skin. I was grateful that my clothing attracted not only my own sensational desire, but the hands and caresses of others all night long. This Creature was very, very happy. I got to experience being shined with latex lube which encouraged more petting and a professional attention and pressure. It resulted in an illumination and glow to the slick rubber holding me in which was stunning. Temperature play and getting wet are entirely new worlds through this material too, and after a good paddling the heat radiating off my ass through a latex skirt was fabulous.

Latex is bondage. I’ve always been partial to steel boned corsets, and though latex alone won’t hold my spine up straight, the sensation of being sucked in everywhere my dress covered my skin was a phenomenal secret bondage for the night. Being held by this stretchy, strong, thin material was a practice in constriction I adored. The Baroness (latex designer and absolutely wonderful diva person) said something to the effect of “everyone thinks wearing latex is about looking good for other people, but really it’s all about how you feel in it. It’s for you”. I must agree one hundred percent. I felt incredible. And yes, it smooths out some lines, but I didn’t even care what rolls or lines were evident, as the sensation of this skin tight material was truly a beautiful one.

I felt powerful in latex, sensual, animal, and sexy… I feel sorry for those allergic to it, and glad my irritation only extends to the mucous membranes. Rubber Latex proves to be an aphrodisiac to this sex-ambivalent kinkster. What a wonderful gift, once again, Mother Nature has provided for our pleasure.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature (Crea)

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Actor Turned Director

Some of the tools I teach with…

I’ve been thinking about my fantasies a lot lately. I think I need to get a little black (and crimson?) book to write them down in… Fantasies are a beautiful stepping stone to scenario, and scenario is a gorgeous stop on the path to planning and play. I am thinking about fantasies because I want to play…

Who’s down for being mummified? Interrogated? Pierced, poked, slapped, hot waxed, led on a leash, stepped on, or wants my flesh therapeutically under their fingers? Anyone for being an ashtray? Pet? Gender bent? How about a power exchange role play? There are so many games which have been played on me that I am excited to flip the script about and Top or Dominate. My brain won’t stop ticking — it’s really quite amusing.

But what, Monsignor Karin?! Aren’t you a sub my boy? Yes! Well, I have been consistently for a number of years now… I’ve seeked out experiences and play from so many places, done extensive research on kinky things, taught classes and demo’d for workshops, helped partners, and I’ve been lucky (and occasionally unlucky) enough to play with a wide range of people doing inventive, nasty things to delight me. I think I’m ready to find some of my own playthings… Teaching has always brought me close to Dominance, I suppose. That role, Teacher, has kept me firmly in a place of Top with regularity for a few years. “Dominating” during class though is something I have divorced myself from the pleasure of… Recently I’ve had multiple experiences where the scales got tipped somehow. I found myself not just demonstrating “how to” but finding blurred lines and exciting new territory as the experience deepened (consensually) into scening and switch. Like my experiences moving from being an actor to Directing — I find incredible strength and pleasure from being able to communicate with my actors. I salivate while drawing out what is the best of theirs and pushing them to go a little further still, to find excellence before the end. I find I am empathic, understanding the feelings my own actor self might be experiencing in their process, riding the energy of the room as we unfold and find our scene. I leave excited about the connection and the work, happy to have helped… but more.

Something has opened in my heart recently. A desire to serve by lead. A readiness and a feeling of safety I haven’t felt before. An ease with my own self-worth, I think. It’s been this toy, tossed in the room, which I’ve been contemplating for awhile from the corner. I finally batted it about a bit… and then… then… well then, I got excited. Now I want to pounce some more.

It’s interesting that though I’ve considered (and loved) myself submissive, I’ve been intentionally building knowledge, opinions, experiences, connections, researching, teaching classes, and now finally a desire to move from sub, to sub who teaches, to sub who teaches and demos, to freshly blooming Dominant.

Does this mean I don’t want you to beat me up if we’ve got a good thing going?! HELL NO!!! Even therapists have therapists, teachers have teachers, and my sadistic ass didn’t get less masochistic… I don’t know that I’ll ever not want to be handled by a talented, loving, sadistic, hot-as-fuck D-type too… Even if the both of us, for a moment, maybe turn on you…

Play On My Friends,
~ Karin

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Finding Oneself Daily


Me not having an orgasm for research and science!

I wasn’t intending on writing a blog today, but I found myself multitasking in a way that makes me happy, so perhaps I’m here to gush a little bit as I illustrate… something?… (I’ll have it figured out by the end, I swear!)

This morning I awoke to a plethora of emails that needed to be answered, lovely texts from people I love and enjoy in sexy ways, and debit card issues I needed to call about getting fixed. As I logged into my email account and started reading the FB messages I’ve been ignoring due to busyness, I found that a reader was interested in sharing their writing on the subject of chastity on this here blog! “How lovely”, I thought to myself and considered how to address her message as I answered an email about a vaudeville show I’ll be performing in in a couple of weeks. I let the reader know that I should have my own experience with the subject before I publish an article on it, but when I do I’d love to add her writing into the article as another point of reference. Then I called my bank and while on hold for waaaay too long responded to some beautiful good morning texts from partners I thoroughly enjoy text-loving on. I also asked a couple of them about whether or not they’d be interested in helping me with some ABC’s research homework and explained the chastity theme while intermittently giving my address/driver’s license number/DOB/account information to a combination of computer voices and human people, and then describing the issue’s I’m having with my debit card over and over again as I get transferred time and again to every various office in the banking realm’s Fortress of Frustration…

I hear back from one of my partners — the one who’s a longer distance lover — affirmative interest and excited about the chastity play prospect! Yay! Then I’m thinking, “Well, I want to make sure that my partner who’s away and really into this idea and I are not stepping on the toes of my partner who’s here in town with me who I think I’d also enjoy some interaction with on the chastity front… and with whom I am currently not that chaste”

‘Cause, yeah… submitting to chastity is one of those games that will interfere with all the people you’re having orgasms/paingasms/sexual or other certain types of play with, not just your chastity-Dominating buddy and you…

…So I text back that we should consider my close-by partner and ask my out-of-towner if they’d be interested in conjointly playing this game somehow. An affirmative answer again is returned as well as an agreed upon desire not to step on toes ’round these parts… So I post a great article I’ve been reading about the clitoris on my FB wall, and I text again my Local Love, asking how they feel about how chastity play with someone out of town might effect our play and what boundaries or rules they’d like to have surrounding this chastity research, and also whether they’re interested in some sort of tandem chastity play conjointly authored by themselves and the out-of-towner (whom they’re completely aware of and have met)… my local lovely is probably still sleeping anyhow, so I wait…

But then I see I should schedule some time to meet with a person who organizes an erotica reading series, oh and the bank can’t help me with my card ”cause everything looks fine from our end” grrr… but I’ll get a new card in the mail and until then I should make time for a trip to the bank to get a temporary one. Hang up the phone, schedule coffee date to discuss erotica reading, text Out of Town Lover to find out what they’d like to get out of the chastity play themselves, and receive a delicious answer that I’m not allowed to masturbate to thinking about…

You see, in just a short time a morning can be a wonderful place to be alive. Maybe that’s my point in all of this: thank you Universe for the communities who help me experience life in new ways, the friends who gather to lend a hand, and the strength in my body and mind to schedule for fun, follow through on the things, and still function highly enough to pay rent on time! …And while I’m handing out thanks, thank goodness for non-monogamous partners who are as into transparency, GGGness, and whose enjoyment of my enjoyments are as full as my appreciation and enjoyment of theirs… Also happy Bisexuality Visibility Week!!!

Yes Walt, alongside your beautiful queer ass, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world!

To Breath and Being,
~ Karin

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