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BDSM is not about going blindly into a mindless bonk, rather its sex for the thinking man

The Thinking Man

I love my shoe fetish boys. One in particular because as he proudly states with a smirk and giggle “I’m a thinking man” hahahaaa. A Mistress once told him BDSM is not about going blindly into a mindless bonk, rather its sex for the thinking man which is a theory I also prescribe to.

 

Shiiiiny shoes... not expensive ones though so weren't really appropriate, but still better than nothing!

Shiiiiny shoes... not expensive ones though so weren't really appropriate, but still better than nothing!

 

This boy is an absolute sweetheart and with all fetish/BDSM boys REALLY fascinating! It’s always bedazzled me talking to people who see and experience things differently to me. I ask him what his mind has been up to and I enquire what he does to prepare when coming to see me. He tells me he’s been looking at online shoe sites woman buy shoes from. He then helpfully tells me because the Australian dollar is so close to parity, I should go and buy lots of expensive shoes now because the expensive shoes he likes are a good buy. He then tells me which are the best sites to buy expensive shoes from 😉 I love a clever, well researched boy 🙂 I asked him if shoe sites are like porn to him and he replies “yes”… how CURIOUS IS THAT?!

One of the things I love about people, is that we all have our “thing”. Many people still think people who play in the BDSM/kink/fetish scene are weird f**ks and they have nothing in common with them. I think that’s total bollocks. For example, when a sex worker goes onto a forum an says “I’m taking pics, what outfits would you like me to wear?”, 100% of the time you’ll get Secretary. Yup it would appear there are an awful lot of men who want to bonk a girl in a skirt, white shirt, with stockings and a little set of glasses on. You also 99% of the time get maids outfit (I would NEVER dress as a maid! What would you do? Dust a man’s balls?!) and school girl (again a HUGE no no for me). Fetish boys on the other hand will say “I like EXPENSIVE shoes” or “I like shiny boots”, or “I like shiiiiiiiiiny” or “I like high collars that are very restrictive”. See everyone has their thing – everyone is as strange as each other if you ask me and we all have that in common! Straight GFE boys are no different to BDSM/kink/fetish boys, they just have different “things”.

So anyway The Thinking Man likes EXPENSIVE shoes…. A man after my own admiration lol. They also need to preferably be enclosed toe shoes not peep toes. I find this quite curious because many shoe fetish people prefer peep toes, however I think the difference is he is strictly a shoe fetishist not a foot fetishist. For most shoe fetishist I’ve met, they have a thing for feet as well. The Thinking Man is different. Sweeeeeeet… I live for difference.

So back to the mission….

I apologise profusely again to The Thinking Man that most of my shoes are still in storage and I only have a limited supply of fetish shoes with me and he looks at me with the “DOH!” look and says “I’m happy with whatever you have”. Aaaaw you’re a sweetheart I think. Since he’s in a forgiving mood, I ask him AGAIN if he has ever wanted to make a CBT chair or a bench… I ask this a lot each time I see him and I think it begins to piss him off, so I only ever ask 4 or 5 times now in a session when I think he’s thinking I’m cute and I can get away with it 😉 As usual the answer is NO… I’ll get him to make me a chair one day though… I decide there and then.

So things get interesting but I’m not going to go on about it all… I shall give you a few peeps though….

First thing the Lucy brain has to do is create a mission. All the millions of things you could do, you have to manage to weazle it down to 4 – 8 things to do in one session. My mind quickly flies to the times I’ve met him before, what has and hasn’t worked and then I always come to “OMG what the frig am I going to do this time to top last time?!”. I’m a HUGE believer in every time you see someone whether it be for a GFE adventure or a BDSM adventure; it needs to be different and more interesting with at least one new adventure or experience. Trying to one up myself hurts my brain on a regular basis.

I like to tie boys down… I don’t know what it is. Men just look infinitely more attractive to me when they are either tied down or have rope on their bodies and naughty bits. Soooo I tie him all up like a big present just for meeeeeee!

When I see a boy lying there tied to my bed, I don’t know what to do with myself. I get so many pornographic pictures flash thru my mind it makes me feel in awe. My mind is totally intoxicated with pictures of possibilities. At this stage I always go back to…. Now Lucy calm down. What exactly was it he said he wanted? It always comes back to, I get the bread and butter from my partner and I get to choose the spread.

Bread and butter = shoes, light CBT, photos, golden shower.

Spread = I haven’t decided yet lol except I’ll conquer him with the golden shower at the end

It always worries me when I see the Thinking Man because he is really specific with what he wants in a really unspecific way. With most boys I see who like the fetish/BDSM/kink side of things, they just say “do whatever you like Lucy” and then I drill them for exactly what that may look like for them. But for hardcore fetishist, in my experience they are very specific with what their experience should be like but can’t verbalise it because it’s more of a feeling when they’re doing it. With the Thinking Man the only way I can learn… we can learn is by trying different things and over time building an understanding of what does and doesn’t work.

Things I remember and have a giggle about…. I love these things. These are the things that endear me to my boys… the memories I carry. When boys write reviews it always seems to be a tick box list or DATY, BBBJ, Doggie, Missionary, MSOG, looked like a Goddess etc. For me it’s OMG that was so cute, or that was so porn, or that was so sweet or funny. SO anyway things I carry and remember and smile about…

I had The Thinking Man tied to the bed with one hand free so he could take pictures of my shoes as I rubbed them on his naughty bits….

The Thinking Man: “I’m fucked”

Lucy: “nooo this is fun don’t think you’re fucked. How is it fucked?”

The Thinking Man: “No not what we’re doing is fucked. I’m an idiot because I didn’t focus the camera before I took that last picture so it was fucked”.

I decided to fall in deep happiness with this Thinking Man right there and then lol. He’s a total classic!

Walking to the bathroom with my shoes on with The Thinking Man following behind me with his camera. I was naked except my shoes and all I could hear was the clicking of the camera as it took pictures of me from behind as I walked to the shower. Of course the usual thoughts of “OMFG MY ARSE IS SO FAT, DON’T TAKE PICTURES!!!” , but then I thought, don’t be a numbnut. This boy won’t see a fat arse, he’ll see a pair of black shiny stilettos and a sexy woman wearing them even if it’s not really true! I decided I really liked and admired The Thinking Man for being so gracious and uncomplicated. No judgment just appreciation of what you can share and for what you can give.  Refreshingly honest and uncomplicated.

I sat back and looked down after I tied his naughty bits up. OMG I did such a good job! Usually I stuff up the middle tie and don’t tie the string tight enough that divides the balls. I’m always scared I’ll hurt someone so I don’t do things as tightly as I should. This time though I did such a good job, I was just so happy with myself as moronic as that sounds. I quickly tell the boy how clever I am and I think I caught him rolling his eyes at me and giving me the “God will you shut up and lube your shoes up and rub them on my nuts for god’s sake?!!?”.  I pull down on the string attached to his bollocks as punishment to hurt his naughty bits just in case he did roll his eyes – it’s always best to be sure after all!

My favorite bit is always listening to the breath catching in the throat. There is absolutely NOTHING like listening to someone’s breath when you’re doing BDSM. As a sex worker you rely on words a lot, when you’re doing more curious things, often the brain is so tuned out to everything that all the boy seems to be doing is breathing. When doing BDSM you’re intensely aware of breathing. BDSM is actually a really artful intuitive play. I enjoy the intimacy of the silence and with The Thinking Man this is also the case. I can remember each thing I did that made him pause… awesome.

With a GFE/PSE session it’s all about panting and waiting to exhale, with BDSM bookings it’s contol and waiting to inhale. Trying to combine the two sessions in one is like making a marble cake. Trying to swirl the different colors in the cake so they are distinct and yet complimentary bringing out the freshness of each color, without mooshing them all up so it becomes one bad mix of brown pooh colored cake.

The rest is private so I’m not going to say anything else 😉

Most of the boys I do fetish/kink/BDSM things with, have all been to Salon Kitty’s and some independent VERY skilled Mistresses. I’m certainly nowhere near as clever as Mistress Tokyo or some of the Mistresses as Kitty’s, but my boys like The Thinking Man are always very forgiving and generous with their giggles, jokes and eye rolling.

Anyhooo to The Thinking Man, as promised I wrote this little note up. Thank you for being such a sweet heart and for forgiving my ridiculousness and being so willing to have a laugh and determined to have an awesome time.

Heeeey while I’ve got you here… will you make me a CBT chair and bench? HA!

Lucy

🙂

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This is a very funny, informative and interesting blog post! I love your expression. Thank you. Jx

Comment by Jodine Derena Butler

I have always presumed that the reference to CBT as the services you offer on your web-site was Cognitive Behaviour Therapy. Was I wrong?????

Comment by Lemm

That sounds way too nice not to try – I am talking about the search for kink, rather than the rock cake (though no doubt perfectly brilliant) – I have a few 😛

“Thinking Man”, huh? I love the pet names, though Lucy I do like the one you gave to me: Prick Tease 😛

Comment by Mark

Hi Lucy,
The old CBT chair & bench!!.I think back of days gone by of Lucy with rope in one hand and blindfold in the other hand. One can only imagine of the treatment that you will do with the chair & bench.
Kind Regards
Colin

Comment by Colin

With a chair and bench it would just be even more lovely 😉

heheheee

Comment by Lucy Blake

You are so very right that everyone has a “Thing.” It might not be outlandishly kinky but certainly everyone has one.

I think I must be a little on the “vanilla” side as I had to stop reading your post to go search the meaning of a couple of the acronyms. I found an extensive list and now feel enlightened. So while I completely understand about the “school girl” thing being a complete NO-NO, you’ve got the teacher part covered. 🙂

Oh, and finally, could we get the recipe for the marble cake? 🙂

Comment by Nicholas

Hahahaaa nooooo the marble cake recipe is from my Grandma and a special secret gift like her rock cake recipe and lemon cake recipe. She’s never given anyone recipes before except me 🙂 she loooooooves me 🙂 (phew at least someone does!)

If you’re super lucky and if you ever pop in to be traumatised and annoyed by me, if you let me know you want rock cakes, I’ll make you some orgasmarocks. You’ll die – well not really… my cake cooking is not THAT bad. Everything else I cook is pretty horrendous, but I follow the recipe perfectly with Grandma recipes.

Soooo Mr Nicholas… what’s your “thing”? Stop being a big old tease and not telling me. How can you say you have one and then not tell me? What’s that about?!?!? Jeeesh!

I was reading some acronyms the other day on a ladies site and I had NO IDEA what they all meant. Something about Spanish football and Portuguese restaurants I think. What that means in a sexual way I have NO IDEA!

Hmmmm now I said Portuguese restaurant I feel like a Boffana (excuse spelling). Ever had one? Oooooh and Portuguese kebabs (and get your mind out of the gutter!). I LOVE Portuguese food!

Hmmm I gotta get out of here – you’re making me starving!

Take care Nicholas and dooooo tell!

Lucy
🙂

Comment by Lucy Blake




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