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May 2016

Masturbation Ideas for Kinky Minds

If you follow many sex blogs, you might have noticed May has been designated as Masturbation Month – an annual online celebration promoting a sex-positive attitude towards self-stimulation.

Play can be so much more than just rubbing yourself to climax. So in this post, I’m going to give you some ideas on how to utilise your imagination when playing, and how you might incorporate some of the kinky activities described in these stories, in order to achieve some amazing playtimes…

One to bookmark and keep!



1 Tease

Rather than starting your play by immediately pleasuring yourself, why not try teasing yourself for a while first?

Try the Sensations game, which encourages you to explore every part of your body without lingering too long on the naughty bits.

You might also try the Words game, try reading down the lists of hundreds of spanking related phrases and not touching yourself, or allowing yourself just a fleeting touch after every 20 lines.

2 Inspection

If you enjoyed teasing, try going one step further and visually inspecting yourself – the idea being to explore your own body whilst experiencing minimal physical stimulation.

The Inspections for Girls game lists 12 areas, in order of escalating intimacy. How might challenge yourself to see how far you can get before your willpower falters and you begin to start masturbating.

Inspection games are ideal opportunities for some in-your-head roleplaying, imagining you’re being inspected by a school nurse, or as part of a sex slave auction, or a strip-search. And if you don’t have female anatomy, there’s nothing to stop you imagining you do.

You can also incorporate your own favourite fantasy situation when playing the Bottom Inspection game, which anyone of any gender can play.

3 Denial

If teasing and inspection turn you on, why not see how far you can stretch your self-control?

The Squirm game challenges you to watch something erotic and resist touching yourself for as long as possible, with the possible jeopardy of punishment if you falter too soon. Another means of denial is the Ups and Downs game, where you can imagine you’re standing in front of your strict disciplinarian, obeying their stern instructions…


4 Self-Spanking

Just as vibrators stimulate nerves in the genitals, spankings stimulate nerves in the bottom. Both cause a pleasurable tingling – though the impact of the latter can be more intense, a sensation, that can be felt across several layers of your skin, its tingles accompanied by a fiery heat and pleasurable sting.

So I consider self-spanking a form of masturbation, a form of self-love rather than self-mortification, a complementary physical sensation to the joys of genital rubbing. And as those who’ve experienced a spanking already know, a smacked bottom serves to intensify pleasures elsewhere.

An easy introduction to self-spanking is to smack your bottom at appropriate moments when reading a spanking story, just as described in the Naked Reading game.

Those craving a more intense whacking might try creating their own Spanking Machine. I’d also recommend reading through the reader submissions to this blog, many of which beautifully describe their own self-spanking experiences, which you may find inspiring.

5 Dildo Play

If you own sex toys, why not mix in a little imagination when you play with them?

For instance, if you have a suction base for your toy, try the Dildo Ritual game, and imagination yourself participating in some profane erotic rite.

A suction dildo or a butt plug can also be used to play the Throne game, as you sit regally on your intrusion, watching activities staged for Your Majesty’s pleasure. Suction dildos also work well on walls, so why not try recreating the scene described in the Fucking on a Train game?

Remember, properly lubed, wide-base dildos can also be used to stretch and penetrate your bottom. So if you haven’t yet tried anal masturbation, you might be surprised how much you enjoy it.

6 Panty Pulling

Another means of playing that doesn’t require any toys is tugging your panties up tight, creating pleasurable friction against your crotch, perineum and bottom crevice.

If you’re new to this way of playing, you might want to try it whilst reading a story, as described in the Secret Reading game.

A more intense experience can be achieved by creating your very own Panty Pulling Chair, which as you can see, can lead to some very enjoyable experiences.

7 Porn Remixing

Many like to play whilst looking at sexy images, but why stop there? Rather than just consuming images passively, why not unleash your creativity, and remix them?

One idea is explained in the Drawing Lines game – trace a background picture first (say, of a girl standing in the corner of the headmaster’s study), and then switch to a new image (say, of yourself) and use the same paper, you’ll be able to create a composite and add yourself to the original image. Choose any imagery you like, the only limit is your imagination.

Or, if you prefer erotic stories to pictures, why not wank as you write a coda to your favourite story, perhaps continuing the tale and imagining what happened, or writing a confession. Then, why not send what you’ve written to the story’s author, I guarantee they’ll be delighted to hear how their words inspired you.


8 Improvisation

Once you’ve developed a taste for creative masturbation, you might want to start incorporating items from around your home into your play.

One idea that just needs string and clothes-pegs is the Clothesline game. Another is to fetch some icecubes and tease your sensitive places.

Or, if you have a sturdy pole like a mop or broom handle you can try the Straddle game. This also offers an opportunity for a more meditative experience, rather than chasing a climax, just let yourself balance on the pole, close your eyes and become aware of your breathing. Feel the sensations across your body, your weight pressing into the pole, balance and savour the developing erotic tension.

9 Being Adventurous

Finally, some ideas for those wanting an edgier, more intense masturbation experience.

One idea is described in the Naughty Panties  game, where you’ll write a symbol on your underwear each time you do something sexy outside your bedroom, to create a wearable record of your erotic escapades.

Masochists seeking more intense physical sensations might be interested in the Figging with Ginger game, whilst those turned on by shame and humiliation might enjoy the erotic embarrassment of the Wet Panties games.


Variety is indeed the spice of life. So be bold, try new toys and sensations, experiment, remix and incorporate ideas from your own fantasies, your favourite porn and your most cherished stories.

And however you play, whether alone or with another, in front of a mirror or under the covers… enjoy!

In case you missed it, the long-awaited sequel to Punishment Panties, is here at last…

The Sit-Down Dance (part 1)

When is part two gonna drop?? I can’t wait ☺️☺️

Given the new story still hasn’t reached 30 likes yet, I think we’d better wait until everyone’s had a chance to read part one, don’t you?

Hint. Share. Hint 🙂

Latent Lust

An anonymous reader writes:

If
there was one reason I could think of why I need a good spanking, it’d be lust.

On the outside I’m a very shy person, so at this
point in time I’ve never been with a man before. But on the inside I
fantasize about it almost all the time. It’s getting to the point where
I’ve taken to wearing short shorts and low-cut tops around college in
order to attract the attention of young men(or rather, one young man in
particular). If I were a schoolgirl, no doubt I’d be the type to get
caught ushering a boy into a private corner so I could show him my
panties…

Whether as a schoolgirl or in reality, the spanking I’d get for such
disgraceful behavior would be richly deserved. Although now I think
about it, I grow breathless at the thought of a man taking me over his
knee… Maybe I’d enjoy the spanking too much for it to have any effect.


There’s nothing wrong with lust, of course, yet our culture considers it somehow improper. Some even believe it is a deadly sin! So we hide away our real feelings, which makes them seem naughty, and we all know what happens to the bottoms of the naughty. We live in a world full of constraints and rules that continually foil our true desires – so why shouldn’t we eroticise them? Life is much more fun that way.

Thank you for your submission to the confession box!

Latent Lust

An anonymous reader writes:

If
there was one reason I could think of why I need a good spanking, it’d be lust.

On the outside I’m a very shy person, so at this
point in time I’ve never been with a man before. But on the inside I
fantasize about it almost all the time. It’s getting to the point where
I’ve taken to wearing short shorts and low-cut tops around college in
order to attract the attention of young men(or rather, one young man in
particular). If I were a schoolgirl, no doubt I’d be the type to get
caught ushering a boy into a private corner so I could show him my
panties…

Whether as a schoolgirl or in reality, the spanking I’d get for such
disgraceful behavior would be richly deserved. Although now I think
about it, I grow breathless at the thought of a man taking me over his
knee… Maybe I’d enjoy the spanking too much for it to have any effect.


There’s nothing wrong with lust, of course, yet our culture considers it somehow improper. Some even believe it is a deadly sin! So we hide away our real feelings, which makes them seem naughty, and we all know what happens to the bottoms of the naughty. We live in a world full of constraints and rules that continually foil our true desires – so why shouldn’t we eroticise them? Life is much more fun that way.

Thank you for your submission to the confession box!

My Sit-Down Dance Review

An anonymous reader writes:

I write face flushed, fingers trembling, breath heaving, slick cunt aching, and clit throbbing. I’m perched atop my own panty pulling chair, toes brushing against the floor, anticipation and just a hint of trepidation, making my tummy flip.

What better place to write a review of your story, typing out my own little essay after engaging in some scandalous little touches, my cunt wet, but not yet satisfied, making me desperate for any contact against my swollen little button. I wear a cheeky grin, delighting in my predicament.

Before I began reading the story I was forced to admit to that I had neglected to keep my mound bare and smooth. Swift punishment was required, and I took it upon myself. I spanked myself with my wooden ruler, 4 minutes over the corner of my bed, legs wide to show off my unkempt cunt as I whined into the pillows, hard whacks raining down. Sniffling, I shuffled into the bathroom to make myself smooth.

Then I read The Sit-Down Dance.

And now I’m going to write an essay, telling you what I thought of it. I’m going to write it whilst having my panties pulled, with a sore spanked bottom. I practically feel like I’m in the discipline room with Alice, Pansy, and Marian. I vaguely wondered what my own red bordered card would say.

My Name

Unkempt Cunt

or perhaps,

My Name

Lacks Self Discipline

There are so many possible ways I could find myself in the dreaded Punishment Room.

I’ve taken a picture of my panty-pulling chair… my red knickers tied to the back, which I’m about to put on. Notice the four pillows I’ll be pulling away during the course of my very own Sit-Down Dance, along with the ruler that’s already stung my bare bottom.

image

I’m grinning to myself again, thinking about my parallel to the story once more. Once my time in the chair is over, my panties too, are going to be pulled down. I’ll be scrutinized, my face will flush and I’ll feel embarrassed… and then I’ll be put to bed. Where it’s inevitable my clever fingers will wander once more, and I’ll come hard. With an aching stripe and a very sore bottom…


But first, my essay. I’m sitting on my chair, my panties tied to its back. I’ve set a timer, giving myself the same
thirty minutes the other girls received. Then, with a cocky little toss
of my long tresses over my shoulder, I remove the first pillow, and
begin my essay in earnest…

This first part of the story ended up being better than I could have possibly imagined. It gave me all the naughty thrills I was hoping for… and more. I was so so curious how this story was going to be told. There were hints and clues you left, but every bit of this story was a thrilling, engaging surprise.

I decided I was in the mood to be a little scandalous, and curled up in bed naked to read this story. Bare slit caressed by the soft satin of my sheets. Sore bottom pressed firmly on my mattress. A lingering reminder of my naughtiness.

Immediately my interest was piqued at the mention of the red bordered cards, and the sit down dance. I’m quite familiar with the “bend over dance”, so this was something new I was quite eager to read more about.

I read with rapt attention as Alice described the Punishment Room. I almost forget about the delicious sensations I was feeling beneath my sheets. I was drinking in the details of the room… large, intimidating, yet intimate… the turgid emotions invoked filling the space, making the room feel small. I imagined it would feel as if one would be unable to keep any secrets hidden for long.

I found myself intrigued by the other two girls in the room, curiosity building at their misdemeanors.. Hoping I’d learn more about how they earned the labels on their cards. My experienced fingers slipped beneath my sheets, and slid slowly against my skin, leaving electric little tingles in their wake.

I’m so naughty. I deserve to lose another pillow.

I felt my cheeks color at the mention that no girls could leave the punishment room, not even to relieve themselves. I felt the heady mix of shame and arousal at the thought of begging for permission to go.. even if it meant I’d have to do it in front of everyone. My fingers slipped lower, and I read on.

As the headmistress began the punishment, I couldn’t help but start to rub. The comments she made, subtle jabs at the girls and their misbehavior, had me squirming. I imagined myself in their place. The shame and undeniable arousal pooling between my legs, as my panties were pulled down and I was chided. My breath caught in my throat as I read the words “discipline makes girls wet”. I rubbed a little more urgently, my fingers coated with my arousal. From personal experiences, I have to agree.

I forced myself to slow my rubbing and read on, bent on riding the edge, and not tumbling into bliss quite yet. The description of the whacks of each girl made me moan. I found myself spreading my legs wider, now slipping a finger inside. I thrust my fingers inside of myself as I read about the bench… and the nefarious lever.

I writhed on my back, appreciating the ingenuity of this particular instrument of correction. I imagined the inevitable pull. The agonizing slow tilt, the building pressure, the futile little kicks of dangling feet, dancing on air, hoping for relief as the thin stripe burns hotly between legs. What delicious imagery. I wanted to come, oh I wanted to rub my clit until I came hard against my fingers, panting and satisfied. But it wasn’t time… not yet.

My third pillow falls to the ground. My own feet are dangling now. It feels so sore, but so, so good.

Actually getting to read the essays written by the girls was an unexpected treat. And I loved it. As much as I enjoyed reading everything prior, I think the little essays of confession, and the headmistress’s reactions to them, were my favorite part. Gleaning insight into each character. Each essay written in a slightly different style, the characters’ voices began to come alive in my mind.

At this point, I couldn’t stop squirming, my clit throbbed insistently between my legs, begging for attention as I read through the thoughts of each naughty girl. Interested in Pansy’s contrite words, intrigued by Marian’s secret desires, and then Alice. Oh Alice. A smirk formed as I read her cheeky, mocking words. They got me wet. I was utterly soaking. The scenarios, and naughty words made me groan and blush, and plead to the empty room to be allowed to come. I found myself adoring her willfulness. Even after it all, she remained bold. I found myself yearning to know how the headmistress would react. A tantalizing battle of wills, disciplinarian and willful brat. I’m aching to know more…

This has taken me much more than 30 minutes to write. I found myself distracted by the insistent aching between my legs. I couldn’t stop whining and moving, desperate for release. Imagining I was feeling exactly what the girls were feeling. Desperately typing as I my last pillow and my panties were pulled painfully tight. It felt incredible. It was true immersion into the story, and I have loved every single minute of it. The agony of being allowed to touch, but not to tip over while reading your vivid, captivating words… and then the agony of my panties being pulled as I wrote my own confessions… I’m actually having trouble fully articulating how much I enjoyed this naughty activity.

And now, it’s time for me to release myself from my terrible chair, and pull down my panties to reveal my little red stripe. I can feel my cheeks heating up once more… embarrassed to be exposed. But so, so eager for what happens after. I think I’m going to read Alice’s confession again. And come hard as I read her willful, brazen words.

Thank you for such an incredible beginning to an assuredly satisfying and salacious tale!

And thank you for inspiring such a fun, scandalous activity, Sir! I enjoyed it so, so much 🙂


Thank you, dear reader, for your wonderful write-up! It’s always delightful to hear how these stories are enjoyed, and your use of the panty-pulling chair must have made this particularly immersive! And you will enjoy the finale, believe me.

I wonder if other readers have done their very own Sit-Down Dance?

My Sit-Down Dance Review

An anonymous reader writes:

I write face flushed, fingers trembling, breath heaving, slick cunt aching, and clit throbbing. I’m perched atop my own panty pulling chair, toes brushing against the floor, anticipation and just a hint of trepidation, making my tummy flip.

What better place to write a review of your story, typing out my own little essay after engaging in some scandalous little touches, my cunt wet, but not yet satisfied, making me desperate for any contact against my swollen little button. I wear a cheeky grin, delighting in my predicament.

Before I began reading the story I was forced to admit to that I had neglected to keep my mound bare and smooth. Swift punishment was required, and I took it upon myself. I spanked myself with my wooden ruler, 4 minutes over the corner of my bed, legs wide to show off my unkempt cunt as I whined into the pillows, hard whacks raining down. Sniffling, I shuffled into the bathroom to make myself smooth.

Then I read The Sit-Down Dance.

And now I’m going to write an essay, telling you what I thought of it. I’m going to write it whilst having my panties pulled, with a sore spanked bottom. I practically feel like I’m in the discipline room with Alice, Pansy, and Marian. I vaguely wondered what my own red bordered card would say.

My Name

Unkempt Cunt

or perhaps,

My Name

Lacks Self Discipline

There are so many possible ways I could find myself in the dreaded Punishment Room.

I’ve taken a picture of my panty-pulling chair… my red knickers tied to the back, which I’m about to put on. Notice the four pillows I’ll be pulling away during the course of my very own Sit-Down Dance, along with the ruler that’s already stung my bare bottom.

image

I’m grinning to myself again, thinking about my parallel to the story once more. Once my time in the chair is over, my panties too, are going to be pulled down. I’ll be scrutinized, my face will flush and I’ll feel embarrassed… and then I’ll be put to bed. Where it’s inevitable my clever fingers will wander once more, and I’ll come hard. With an aching stripe and a very sore bottom…


But first, my essay. I’m sitting on my chair, my panties tied to its back. I’ve set a timer, giving myself the same
thirty minutes the other girls received. Then, with a cocky little toss
of my long tresses over my shoulder, I remove the first pillow, and
begin my essay in earnest…

This first part of the story ended up being better than I could have possibly imagined. It gave me all the naughty thrills I was hoping for… and more. I was so so curious how this story was going to be told. There were hints and clues you left, but every bit of this story was a thrilling, engaging surprise.

I decided I was in the mood to be a little scandalous, and curled up in bed naked to read this story. Bare slit caressed by the soft satin of my sheets. Sore bottom pressed firmly on my mattress. A lingering reminder of my naughtiness.

Immediately my interest was piqued at the mention of the red bordered cards, and the sit down dance. I’m quite familiar with the “bend over dance”, so this was something new I was quite eager to read more about.

I read with rapt attention as Alice described the Punishment Room. I almost forget about the delicious sensations I was feeling beneath my sheets. I was drinking in the details of the room… large, intimidating, yet intimate… the turgid emotions invoked filling the space, making the room feel small. I imagined it would feel as if one would be unable to keep any secrets hidden for long.

I found myself intrigued by the other two girls in the room, curiosity building at their misdemeanors.. Hoping I’d learn more about how they earned the labels on their cards. My experienced fingers slipped beneath my sheets, and slid slowly against my skin, leaving electric little tingles in their wake.

I’m so naughty. I deserve to lose another pillow.

I felt my cheeks color at the mention that no girls could leave the punishment room, not even to relieve themselves. I felt the heady mix of shame and arousal at the thought of begging for permission to go.. even if it meant I’d have to do it in front of everyone. My fingers slipped lower, and I read on.

As the headmistress began the punishment, I couldn’t help but start to rub. The comments she made, subtle jabs at the girls and their misbehavior, had me squirming. I imagined myself in their place. The shame and undeniable arousal pooling between my legs, as my panties were pulled down and I was chided. My breath caught in my throat as I read the words “discipline makes girls wet”. I rubbed a little more urgently, my fingers coated with my arousal. From personal experiences, I have to agree.

I forced myself to slow my rubbing and read on, bent on riding the edge, and not tumbling into bliss quite yet. The description of the whacks of each girl made me moan. I found myself spreading my legs wider, now slipping a finger inside. I thrust my fingers inside of myself as I read about the bench… and the nefarious lever.

I writhed on my back, appreciating the ingenuity of this particular instrument of correction. I imagined the inevitable pull. The agonizing slow tilt, the building pressure, the futile little kicks of dangling feet, dancing on air, hoping for relief as the thin stripe burns hotly between legs. What delicious imagery. I wanted to come, oh I wanted to rub my clit until I came hard against my fingers, panting and satisfied. But it wasn’t time… not yet.

My third pillow falls to the ground. My own feet are dangling now. It feels so sore, but so, so good.

Actually getting to read the essays written by the girls was an unexpected treat. And I loved it. As much as I enjoyed reading everything prior, I think the little essays of confession, and the headmistress’s reactions to them, were my favorite part. Gleaning insight into each character. Each essay written in a slightly different style, the characters’ voices began to come alive in my mind.

At this point, I couldn’t stop squirming, my clit throbbed insistently between my legs, begging for attention as I read through the thoughts of each naughty girl. Interested in Pansy’s contrite words, intrigued by Marian’s secret desires, and then Alice. Oh Alice. A smirk formed as I read her cheeky, mocking words. They got me wet. I was utterly soaking. The scenarios, and naughty words made me groan and blush, and plead to the empty room to be allowed to come. I found myself adoring her willfulness. Even after it all, she remained bold. I found myself yearning to know how the headmistress would react. A tantalizing battle of wills, disciplinarian and willful brat. I’m aching to know more…

This has taken me much more than 30 minutes to write. I found myself distracted by the insistent aching between my legs. I couldn’t stop whining and moving, desperate for release. Imagining I was feeling exactly what the girls were feeling. Desperately typing as I my last pillow and my panties were pulled painfully tight. It felt incredible. It was true immersion into the story, and I have loved every single minute of it. The agony of being allowed to touch, but not to tip over while reading your vivid, captivating words… and then the agony of my panties being pulled as I wrote my own confessions… I’m actually having trouble fully articulating how much I enjoyed this naughty activity.

And now, it’s time for me to release myself from my terrible chair, and pull down my panties to reveal my little red stripe. I can feel my cheeks heating up once more… embarrassed to be exposed. But so, so eager for what happens after. I think I’m going to read Alice’s confession again. And come hard as I read her willful, brazen words.

Thank you for such an incredible beginning to an assuredly satisfying and salacious tale!

And thank you for inspiring such a fun, scandalous activity, Sir! I enjoyed it so, so much 🙂


Thank you, dear reader, for your wonderful write-up! It’s always delightful to hear how these stories are enjoyed, and your use of the panty-pulling chair must have made this particularly immersive! And you will enjoy the finale, believe me.

I wonder if other readers have done their very own Sit-Down Dance?

Your new story is so amazing <3 It ties for my favourite with Sandalwood and Ginger!

As good as S&G? That’s high praise indeed! Thank you.

All those who venture behind the heavy wooden door of the Punishment Room do the The Sit-Down Dance.

And if you enjoyed the new story, perhaps you’d like to write your own little review?

Your new story is so amazing <3 It ties for my favourite with Sandalwood and Ginger!

As good as S&G? That’s high praise indeed! Thank you.

All those who venture behind the heavy wooden door of the Punishment Room do the The Sit-Down Dance.

And if you enjoyed the new story, perhaps you’d like to write your own little review?

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