Today
I'm going to discuss a particular device that appears in so many of
my stories that I guess it comes close to qualifying as an obsession.
Those of you with more delicate sensibilities might want to stop
reading now, because, yes, I'm going to talk about butt plugs.
I
was about to write, “My first
novel did not include any butt plugs”. Then I realized that
this wasn't true - on the very last page, in the Epilogue, one
magically appears from the dominant's pocket and is inserted into the
heroine's derriere as she bends over, bound, in front of a crowd. Was
that the beginning of my fascination with artificial articles for
anal insertion? Or do the origins of the butt plug's appeal lie
further back in my history?
I've
written too many novels and stories to do an enumeration (and anyway,
I'm too lazy!), but I'm willing to bet that a butt plug has sneaked
into at least eighty percent of the BDSM tales I've penned. So I have
to ask myself, why does this category of toy keep popping up (or
perhaps I should say “popping in”) in my fiction?
In
the interest of journalistic honesty I must admit that I've never
used a butt plug, either as the inserter or insertee. However, all
you have to do is look at one of these items to feel dirty and nasty.
They are the epitome of the obscene. They are available in a huge
range of sizes, colors and styles – smooth or with ridges, capped
with rings or feathers or even horsetails.
A
butt plug can be used as warm-up, stretching the sphincter in
preparation for deeper and more energetic penetration. One sexy
scenario involves training a sub by inserting progressively larger
plugs each day in order to increase his or her capacity for buggery.
I used this notion in Rajasthani
Moon, where the devilish rajah works to prepare Cecily for
her sacrificial encounter with a werewolf.
A plug can be used as a
punishment, or as a tease. In my story “Just a Spanking”, in D&S
Duos: Book 2, the Dom required his sub to wear one under her
clothing while lecturing to her undergraduate class about computer
science. Every time she moves she feels it shift inside her,
reminding her of her submission to his will, and pushing her closer
to orgasm.
Live
anal sex can be intensely erotic, a celebration of trust and a
pushing of limits. Being plugged is just plain embarrassing, even if
it feels good. In fact, the more embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed
the victim is, the hotter the scene.
I
realize that not every reader will share my enthusiasm for this
device. To each his (or her) own. I won't say that butt plugs are
exactly a fetish, but at very least I seemed to have imbued them with
a remarkable amount of erotic charge. They worm their way (so to
speak) into my writing even when I'm not paying attention. And I seem
to associate them very strongly with power games. I don't recall ever
incorporating one in a non-BDSM tale.
Maybe
what I need to do is write a story that involves nothing but butt
plugs, as a way of exorcising this kinky cliché from my work. You
know, the way eating a whole basket of cherries can turn you off
cherries for life? No fellatio or cunnilingus, no nipple clamps or
whips, no genital sex – just the torment/delight of being plugged.
But who would want to read such a tale? Unless I'm not alone in this
obsession...
Butt
Plugs Anonymous, anyone?
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