Veronica Mars

I haven't had cable in over five years, so I'm a little delayed on what all the kids are watching these days. Rebekah Thorne introduced me to Veronica Mars, the series about a high school female detective working on small investigations and ultimately solving the murder of her best friend. We tried to play it cool, but I give up, I love this show. It's all too rare to find a strong, likable female character on television. and I dig her. She sticks to her convictions, doesn't take any shit and faced with the decision of siding with her friends or her dad, she sides with her father leading to isolation in her high school. I love her snarky, borderline verbal domination skills. I love that she stuck by her father and does whatever the hell she wants to do anyway. I love that she does some pretty gusty stuff for a teenager. I love the opening song, "We Used to be Friends" by Dandy Warhols.

Spanking . . .

You begin too light-hearted, joking with me, not being serious at all. I quickly move to change your attitude, demand respect and subservience. I put the thick rubber collar around neck and pull you by the o-ring. You apologize and bow your head. I instruct you to lay out all your toys on the ottoman. When you are done, I want you to bend over my lap. What implement of torture shall I use on you? There is my favorite red and black braided flogger, various weights, ropes, CBT devices, but looking at you, turned over on my lap, waiting in anticipation, I find no implement as perfect as my hand. THWACK! I start spanking you mercilessly, your skin turns pink, then red. I rake my nails over your tortured flesh, parallel, lines immediately emerge.

I find your facial expressions such a delight, I purposelly neglect to put on your spandex hood.

So many toys, so many boys, so little time . . .

Ear fetishist?

A few months ago I had a facial and as is customary, the facialist also massaged my arms and hands, then she moved on to my scalp--I was in "spa space" and nearly asked her to pull my hair. I resisted, but then she moved onto massaging my ears. I do not like massages, but her touch was strong and deeply erotic . . . to my ears? This went on for such a long time, I felt it was not part of the normal facial. I know there are pressure points in your ears and I'm sure that was part of it. However, no one person could be so dedicated massaging one's ears unless she herself derived some pleasure from it as well. Being the kinky arm chair fetishist I am, I wondered, does my facialist have an ear fetish? Moreover, because I am being reduced to a euphoria not often experienced during facials, am I also an ear fetishist?

I hadn't remembered her name or face, so I couldn't request her when I went to get another facial today, but at the end, I realized who she was as she began to massage my ears.

You learn something new every day.