I owe a debt of gratitude to the Bay Bridge. I live in Oakland, but much of my life takes place in San Francisco. Whether I want to watch a live bondage performance by Lochai and Madison Young or just have a night out at a dungeon I rely on the bridge to get me there. Being without a vehicle (but should you have a 1955 or 1957 Chevy Bel Air I would be happy to take it off of your hands) I tend to spend a lot of time on BART. I wonder if the construction workers in 1933 thought that the double decker suspension bridge they worked on would be an essential compenent of my sex life in 2008?

I remember a 4th of July not too far back when I was leaving a barbeque with friends a little drunk and quite a bit aroused. There was something about hitting the lower deck and looking out at fireworks that made me feel compelled to stick my hand into my pants. It was the view, it was the sensationalism of masturbating above the ocean, and distracting my driver that made me do it. I sometimes wonder if anyone noticed me frantically racing the clock to make my own muscular firework before I hit the Oakland harbor. Not everyone spends their commute singing along to top 40 hits. For the record, I was able to cum twice.

I’ve also been excited by hugging onto the driver of a motorcycle taking risks and weaving a bit through the traffic on the Bay Bridge. To start, I’m already turned on when I’m on a motorcycle. It’s not just the vibrations, although they are nice with the right pipes, but it’s also the closeness between a driver and a passenger. When you add on the tunnel lights and the cold wind of speed and ocean wind I practically feel high. I always want my driver to kick it up a notch and make me squeeze my thighs tighter around them. I forget the cold, but I can smell wet leather. I think of the lack of a safety net, I rely on the competency of someone who must not only be very good at what they do but also their skills as a psychic defensive driver. I can taste the trust I put into another person when I willingly asccept the blows they give me in a hard SM scene.

Every time I head westbound I fantasize about hanging in suspension on its crossbeams. Everytime my BART train ducks into a tunnel in Oakland to dip so deeply into the earth that an ocean sits above it I wonder if I could get off before I hit the Embarcadero. Maybe I’m just a size queen. Maybe those massive cables and hard steel trigger something for me in the core of my erotic brain.

If it weren’t for the hard and dangerous work of very courageous construction workers I would have a hard time hoooking up with anyone in the city. Sometimes the time line I’m faced with can be frustrating. As much as I enjoy a nice roll in someone’s bed, I hate the idea of having to spend the night because the trains have stopped running. Sometimes it’s the perfect escape. As much as I may bemoan the time line of BART, without it I wouldn’t have had a fraction of the adventures I’ve been lucky to have. How is it I got myself involved in planning session for a consensual kidnapping and gangbang? How was it that I was able to meet a number of exciting lovers that I allowed to coerce me into licking a stun baton? The east bay is severely lacking in events where people wear leather chaps.I need a quick and easy way to get to the place where the action is happening.

If you too use the Bay Bridge to commute or are among my cohort of early morning commuters smuggling coffee on BART you should know that I can often be spotted reading erotica, checking my sexy text nessages, planning a way to do some guerilla bondage utilizing the handle bars, or just flat out wishing that the attactive person sitting next to me might brush up against my body. It never gets old for me and as much as I appreciate a daily review of the New York Times I would much rather make something completely mundane for the locals turn into an erotic encounter. No, I may not want to be heading to work at 8:00AM but I do have be there. Why not do something to enhance the inevitible?

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Posted on December 23rd, 2008
Posted by Miss Maggie Mayhem

Our identities are our own. We all go through a very personal inner process and we can identify as anything we want. We can even change our minds at a moment’s notice. Furthermore I’m in no position to judge anyone. All that aside, with a lit cigarette in my hand, absinthe sitting on my desk, and a cat named Floozy at my feet I’m going to start calling some people out and labeling them because I think they’re a little confused.

The new fetish wear I'm sure we'll all be sporting to the clubs

#1 FLDS Ranch

When I first saw the news coverage of the raid in Texas I have to admit that I was not thinking about the children. I wasn’t thinking about the mystery and power of faith, I wasn’t thinking that Texas makes people crazy, I was thinking that these folks would fit in just fine at a munch except that we tend to wear a lot more black and tend to favor marriage discussions that occur after someone has reached the age of consent. If you really want to learn about Domestic Discipline or Total Power Exchange maybe you should visit the Yearning for Zion Ranch because they could school every single one of us.

#2 Perverted Justice Volunteers

People who exploit and abuse children are awful, hands down. I am in no way defending the slimeballs who are legitimately out to kidnap kids. It’s pretty common to have a very visceral reaction to news of a missing kid who was tortured at the hands of a pedophile. Although well intentioned, this organization is a little problematic. How can these volunteers be held accountable for mistakes or legalities? But on a kinkier note these volunteers seem to spend a lot of time and get a great deal of delight from pretending to be 13 year old girls having cyber sex with predators. There is a word for this and that word is roleplay.

My pussy belongs to daddy

#3 Purity Balls

Purity Balls are popping up everywhere. Girls get into their prettiest gowns, Daddy wears a tux and dances with his little princess just like it was prom night. Then he takes an oath to protect her modesty and chastity. I even heard of one situation where a father gave his daughter a necklace with a lock and was going to keep the key until the day she was married when he would hand it over to husband. Every single time I read about one of these events I always assume its a parody because they are so very over the top and…well…kinky.

#4 The Anti-Porn Movement

The anti-porn movement is a mixed group of self-described liberals and conservatives all set on stopping pornography. Of course the best way to know that porn is awful and horrible is to watch a lot of it. It’s also very important to distribute these disgusting images to people so they too can see how wrong it is. One site recommends starting with a presentation to friends. Speaking for myself, I always call up some friends to come over when I stumble across a particularly dirty, filthy, and horribly offensive pornographic movie so that can all watch it together and talk about how degrading it is. Should one of us show signs of arousal, well, as friends it’s our duty to show her the error of her ways with some punishment.

Or to use a phrase that was said to me the other day, my love of watching and participating in porn and BDSM is just my inner “stepford slut” acting up again.

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Posted on December 22nd, 2008
Posted by Miss Maggie Mayhem

I’m just back from yet another fetish community event. No, it wasn’t a dungeon party nor was it an erotic art installment. There was no pornography, live suspension acts, or naked people running around but there were tightly cinched waists, decadent cocktails made with absinthe, porn directors, and a number of people I was very careful to address as “lady” and “sir.” I was at none other than the annual Dickens Christmas Fair.

On the surface there really isn’t a lot of common ground between the popular English novelist and BDSM play aside from the tactic of keeping people on the edge of their seat waiting for more. No one expects to find a play piercing scene in Great Expectations and Bleak House is hardly the name of a community play space. While I’m sure there is someone out there who really is into some Nicholas Nickleby role play, the writings of Charles Dickens aren’t exactly smut. So why is it that even the smallest flogger gently swung would likely hit a pervert right in the face at the Dickens Fair?

The same can be said of renaissance faires and sci-fi conventions. Maybe we’re all just trying to get our money’s worth for our collections of expensive fetish wear. When you drop a lot of cash on a well-boned corset or latex uniform you want to be able to wear it. Leather pants go just as well at Folsom as they do at a Firefly marathon. Speaking a little more realistically we can be pretty nerdy at times. No one does esoteric knowledge about the Star Wars Universe better than a kinkster. When the zombies do finally attack I hope I’m at a peer rope workshop because pretty much everyone there has come up with a plan and we’ll be already armed. If someone has taken the time to install hooks for floggers and whips in their home they might make a great addition to your trivial pursuit team. If your computer won’t stop crashing the dungeon monitor just might be the one to beat your operating system into submission.

We’re sex hackers. We explore sensation and analyze power dynamics. We don’t take anything sexual for granted. I don’t think it is unreasonable that we like to do the same thing with notions of the past, the present, and the future as well.

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Posted on December 21st, 2008
Posted by Miss Maggie Mayhem

Dang, how does this guy do it?! He always manages to find the hottest chicks, and tricks them into coming back to his place for some kinky BDSM. Well this time he didn’t really trick Monica, she just seemed like the kind of girl who was up for anything and everything. He first time he laid eyes of her he noticed her big tits just nestling underneath her blouse, and he knew he just had to tie those titties up and turn them purple. He starts off this slut who’s new to BDSM fairly slow, by tieing up her soft legs and wrists together so she’s helpless, he then pulls out his dick which is already hard ( this guy has great bloodflow) and forces his date to suck it, she’s more than happy to lick his balls and shaft, and suck on the head like a lollipop. However then things get serious, he forces her head into the sewage tank, so she’s completely blind and immobile, then starts fucking her from behind, sliding his thick cock into her damp puss, and how she loves it. After this fun is over, to stop her crying he puts a gag-ball in her mouth, and ties her to a metal frame so he can slide his dick in for maximum penetration while her big titties are all tied up and bound. Enjoy this fucking hot gallery from the guys over at Sex and Submission. Click to see more.

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Posted on December 21st, 2008
Posted by Miss Maggie Mayhem