Talking Blue: of cunts and cocks

For the longest time I was particularly sensitivity to the fact that words or phrases I consider deliciously dirty and exciting could easily fall flat and turn off a partner. A prime example is cunt - a word considered so despicable that it pretty much never makes an appearance unless a person wants to degrade a woman.

I can't understand when this perfectly fine word became so vile. Why is it being used for insults? Truth be told, we really need it for sex talk. Cunt isn't even slang. Its usage can be confirmed as early as 1230 A.D. according to the O.E.D. It seems likely that cunt derived from the proper words for female genitals used by the Norse (kunta) and German (kuntun) invaders who settled England during the Dark Ages.

Now why do I think cunt has to be taken back from the list of taboo words? First off, it makes for a perfect verbal pairing with cock. In addition, the word itself associates with a tone of serious sexual business. Use it and everyone knows you're not talking about absent minded, fumbling screwing. The short, punchy sound of cunt evokes an atmosphere of fucking. And by that I mean serious, mind blowing fucking that leaves everyone passed out in a sticky-sweaty pile of exhausted human bodies. Use the word cunt in your sex talk and it's pretty much clear this is where you want to take your partner.

So how do we bring back cunt into usage as a non-insulting sexy word? The fact that I even care has a lot to do with how I have a serious weakness for hearing my long-time sub Simone talk dirty. Hearing her say cock in any context pretty much makes me weak at the knees. Then again, Simone can pretty much make any word beginning with "C" sound delicious. Cock, Caress, Cum... Unfortunately, early in our relationship, cunt remained firmly verboten. Maybe it was just the excitement of inducing a sub to go beyond her stated limits, but de-stigmatizing cunt became a conscious goal of mine.

Sex talk between partners can become a private code and it helps to explicitly ask each other what words turn you on or off. But when I asked Simone whether she thought there were any sexy words for the vagina, she couldn't think of any. So I explained my own reasons for why cunt excited me as a word and watched her blanche. An inauspicious start, but at least I did get across the idea that cunt was never a term of insult for me. Next, I started to slowly use the word in our sex talk. I did it more often as time went by. This served as a kind of training. My repeating the word actually desensitized Simone to the shock value of cunt. And once that shock value was lost, Simone was actually able to use the word herself. Largely because she knew that I liked it - but also because she saw the undeniable truth that if you're going to be saying cock, it makes sense to say cunt in the same breath.

Coming Out Party

Original Story By C.M.Tyssen 2006

When a young woman finally discovers her pervy side, it is incumbent upon her master to throw her a coming out party. And so it was that Pauline was to be celebrated. The event would mark her acceptance of her inner perv. It would mark the start of her training as submissive.

Things began one evening when Pauline was summoned by Master and prepared. Stripped naked, she had her wrists bound in front of her. With a line of loose, leftover rope, Master led her to the shower where he tied the loose end of the rope to the shower head. There was still a fair amount of slack to the rope, so master commanded Pauline to hold still and open her legs wide. Now in the shower himself, he turned on the water. He began to lather her body up with soap. And then Master began to kiss urgently. There were light little kisses at the corner of her mouth. There were full contact lip locks. And with mouths barely touching, they let their tongues touch and entwine deliciously. From the corner of her eye, Pauline could see Master grow hard for her. It made Pauline feel warm to the very pit of her stomach.

At a certain point, with her skin slick and slippery with bubbles, Master began pressing her skin more firmly. He began to massage her breasts and clit. This caused a shudder to run through Pauline as an orgasm hit her. It was only a little one, but she knew there would be more. And Master obliged by turning her to the wall and sticking two fingers inside her. Stroking her G-spot she climaxed again, more powerfully this time. Pauline still felt dizzy and distracted when Master turned her around to shave her privates.

He was crouching down in the shower. Pulling at her labia, he expertly shaved away all her pubic hair with quick confident stokes of a razor. This was unexpected. And Pauline felt a bit of shame and panic as he pulled her ass cheeks apart to shave around her anus, but she said nothing. This much Master had already explained. A coming out party meant welcoming a new bondage whore to the world and that meant ceremony and symbolism. And towards that end, he was shaving away her old repressed self.

Master untied the rope from the shower head and led Pauline out. Her wrists were still bound, but she dried off master’s body with a towel. And then Master, while firmly holding the loose end of the rope as a lead, dried Pauline’s body. Just in time to get dirty again, Pauline reflected…

Master finally untied her wrists. And Pauline felt her heart race and her mouth water a little as master laid out her black colored outfit. A bondage collar, with a dangling silver ring. Thigh high stockings. Elbow length gloves. A silk teddy. She slipped everything on while master looked on approvingly at her body. He clipped a leather leash to the ring on her collar and led her to the bedroom. Pauline padded along behind. Her shaved crotch made her feel vulnerable, but the novelty excited her.

At the edge of the high bed, Pauline felt the leash tug for her to stop. Master came up behind her and pressed his excited cock into her back. Gripping her hip tight against his pelvis with one hand, he guided Pauline’s torso, face down, onto the mattress. She now lay on the bed, her legs dangling over the side, feet touching the ground. Master crossed her arms behind her back. He took the free end of the leash and wrapped it firmly around Pauline’s forearms, binding them together, while still attaching them to the slave collar. She could now feel the weight of her own arms tug the collar tight against her throat.

In the meantime, Master started to gently kiss and stroke her neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue. Spinning her over onto back, Master started to gently slap at Pauline’s sensitive breasts, thighs and even her moist cunt. Every slap jerked her senses into full sensitivity. But the worst of it was that Pauline’s legs were still dangling over the side of the bed. This was causing a painful ache in her back and arms.

“This is part of a bondage whore’s life”, Master explained. “The grateful acceptance of a judicial amount of discomfort proves your devotion to me. But there are benefits. I take pride in hearing you loudly cum. Are you ready? This is your coming out party.” And with that, Master gripped her thighs open and plunged his tongue into Pauline’s pussy. His tongue traced the shapes of the alphabet over the hood of her clit and Pauline groaned with pleasure. (Not that he would ever readily admit to how much his sub pleased him, but Master experienced his own bliss as he happily licked up the tangy taste of Pauline’s sex.)

Suddenly something hard touched Pauline as Master pulled open her labia and inserted a vibrating bullet inside her. The powerful throb of the sex toy sent shock waves of pleasure though her stomach. It was so intense Pauline gasped and arched her back off the mattress. But the bullet wouldn’t come out. A thin electrical cord ran to a control box in Master’s hand. While Master kept a wet finger running circles over her clit, his other hand kept altering the intensity of the vibrations within Pauline’s pussy. She was writhing around now. Her thighs were wet with her own excitement. And finally, Pauline was cumming from waves of successive orgasms. She started screaming at the top of her lungs. And as her vaginal muscles finally pushed the vibrating bullet onto the mattress, she felt Master manhandle her to her knees on the bed.

He also pushed her forward. The teddy was now falling forward and bunching under breasts that were being squashed into the mattress. Pauline's back was arched and her ass was high in the air. Mercifully, Master took this opportunity to unbind her arms, so Pauline was able to stretch out her arms and get some circulation.

Master held the leash tight and allowed no slack as he began to ride his slave. His cock slid into Pauline’s dripping, hairless pussy easily. But as Master's hip movements pushed her face into the sheets it also caused her throat to tighten against the slave collar. In that moment, Master's dominance felt delicious to Pauline. He used a series of deep and shallow cock thrusts to bring Pauline to climax one more time. She was practically gasping from exhaustion and pleasure. She was even a little wobbly from all the blood rushing to her head. And it was only at this moment that Master withdrew his hard cock. Still stroking it’s wet shaft, he grunted loundly as he came. His warm cum spattered onto Pauline’s ass and downward arched back.

Master reached down to rub his sticky cum into Pauline’s skin. “And with this I cum, I claim you as my slave,” he said formally. Then he smiled. Pauline laughed into the sheets at this ridiculousness when she heard it. But she was also overwhelmed with post-coital glow and good feeling. She flopped over to her side and reached out to him. The game play was now over. Pauline felt wonderful as she pulled Master down close beside her. But even as sleep pressed at her, she still managed to make herself again thinking about how much fun being Master’s slave was going to be.

On ball gags

They always say it is better for a slave to be seen and never heard. Hence, I do enjoy the idea of gagging a sub. However this is also one of those things that seems to work out better in pictures than in real life. The ideal of pouty lips surrounding a ball held in the teeth looks great. It reminds me of lips closing around a cock. Unfortunately, in real life this same pose is certainly restrictive, but it often fails to excite me aesthetically. That ball tends to get stuck way back inside the mouth. This causing the face to look strained and causes the sub to rapidly tire from mouth discomfort. You could compensate with a larger ball, but this can look like an oversized and rediculous tumor over a sub's mouth. Ultimately, none of this is sexy to me. I know, I know, I'm a bad a human being: I am all about a person's look...

Nonetheless, I like the ball gag although it remains a pictoral fantasy only. I've never actually asked my wife to wear a gag of any kind. She has said that she'd be game to try, but I'm pretty realistic about the drawbacks. So I've let this one slide as a practical matter and never introduced it into my play. Maybe it's also because I like to communicate with my partner, and truly, I just love hearing women cum.

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