The Ramblings of a BDSM Publisher/Writer

2011-11-05T17:47:00.000-07:00

For a limited time only, friends of Darker Pleasures can get 50% off the price of Tales of Submission: 7 Erotic Stories of Domestic BDSM! Go to its Smashwords page and use coupon code PV92V.

2011-11-05T14:46:00.001-07:00

The problem with restarting a company, especially a publishing company, is there are so many things that need to be done that blogging ends up last on the list. Besides editing the stories, creating covers, publishing the stories, corresponding with writers and the like, you've got Facebook, which is huge, and other types of advertising. In short, waiting since August to write a blog is all but criminal, but such is life. I suppose if I really thought anyone was reading this at this stage in the game, I'd probably be more up to date.

In any case, if you haven't already done so, take a look at the new web site at www.darkerpleasures.com. It's gorgeous, and not just because of the new cover model we've found--though she is awesome hot, isn't she?

To date we've published thirty-eight short stories and three anthologies through Smashwords. You can see what we have at http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/darkerpleasures . At just .099 per story, you just can't beat the price. Anthologies offer seven stories for the price of six at only $4.99 each.

So spread the word. If you're looking for professionally written BDSM stories that are heavy on breast bondage and tit torture (at least for the foreseeable future :-) ) Darker Pleasures is your place.

2011-08-24T18:48:00.000-07:00

I thought I'd go ahead and post a breakdown the stories we've already published and then add new ones as we publish them. At just $0.99 each, they're a steal. Anyway, without further adieu...

Games of Submission by Ruth Fox
Living Doll by Cherry Lee
Experimentation by Cherry Lee
Torture Me by Cherry Lee
Surprise! by Matt Nicholson
A Little Wager by Matt Nicholson
The Final Night Feast by Matt Nicholson
Becoming Eternal by Matt Nicholson
Therapy Outside the Box by Matt Nicholson
Viva Las Vegas! by Matt Nicholson
Spellbound by Leo Bulero
I Dream of Barbed Wire by Leo Bulero
The Desolate Eden by Leo Bulero
Recreational Sex by Lee Ash, and
Revenge Inc. by Lee Ash

Since these were all originally published in the e-zine, you can bet they're chock full of breast-oriented bondage and torment. We did specialize in tit torture, after all. That said, the expanded and revised versions may surprise you with even more titillating stuff. Enjoy!

2011-08-23T19:32:00.000-07:00

It's been ages! In fact, it's been almost four years...close enough to 'ages' for most of us. So, why the hiatus?

Well, during that time, competition for the 'tit torture' market grew considerably more challenging. Nothing we couldn't have surmounted if we chose to, but we chose not to. Darker Pleasures the E-zine went through several changes as a result and--after a decade plus of success--closed it's doors in January of 2010.

So, why are you back?

Because Darker Pleasures is back. This time, however, we've become a full-blown publisher. We're no longer an e-zine with monthly content and subscriptions. We're revising, editing, and expanding our e-zine stories and publishing them through Smashwords.com. The web site has been revamped to reflect our new, classier act and we're hard at work editing stories as fast as we can. In the past week, we've published fourteen stories, with plans to release two to four a week until our entire library of hundreds of stories has been released.

We're also looking at publishing anthologies and new stories withing the next year.

While the focus of the e-zine was breasts, we're expanding our horizons a little now. The revised material will include a broader look at BDSM, but since boobs were the original focus, they'll still remain front and center, as it were. New material will broaden even further, with no erogenous zone left untouched.

Check us out at www.darkerpleasures.com, and feel free to look over our Smashwords page at www.smashwords.com/profile/view/darkerpleasures If you're a 'returning customer,' write and let us know what stories you'd like us to republish. If you're new, let us know what you like.

In either case, welcome to Darker Pleasures!

2007-04-05T21:19:00.000-07:00

Over the years I've received something along the lines of a gazillion letters from folks asking about various aspects of the site. Three out of four of them are trying to scam me out of free passwords, but that's a different topic.

Anyway, what follows are examples of a couple of the dozens of letters I've gotten that deal with one of our favorite topics. I've also included my replies, just for the sake of completism. If you don't happen to find the thought of a luscious pair of nipples appetizing to the point of ravenous hunger, this Rambling may not be for you, unless, of course, you just can't live without my wit and wisdom.

Basically, they start something like this:

Dearest Matt, Webmaster Extraordinaire, King of Tit Torture, and Holy Example of All That is Good and Right in the World,

Of all the wonderful and life improving things you and your incredible writers write about in your incredible site, my husband and I are most intrigued by the nipple biting. My husband loves to bite my nipples while we make love, and I love for him to bite them. I come like nobody's business when he bites, especially when he times the really hard bites right when I'm on the edge of my orgasm. Just the thought of feeling him take a thick fold of my areola between his teeth, just below my nipple, and grinding just hard enough to make me buck and scream beneath his manly grinding hips makes my juices run.

His best climaxes are always while he's sucking and biting on my breasts and nipples, too. The way he almost loses control, sucking as much of my pert breast between his full wet lips into his mouth and letting his tongue and teeth abuse my hot, hard, sweet nipple as he groans and shoots passion juice deep into my love canal, is just incredible. If it were possible for a guy to orgasm without having his love shaft touched, letting him chew on my cherry nipples would do it.

Neither of us have the guts to let him try biting my love buds hard enough to draw blood, though. I'm sure that he fantasizes about it, and would love it if I screamed, "Oh, God, yes! Eat me, beloved!" just as I came. I've always fantasized about doing exactly that, feeling his teeth as they closed, the sudden sweet pain stabbing through my abused nipple and coursing through my full breast and trim belly all the way through my trimmed pubic curls and across my shaved baby-soft nether lips down into the sweet core of my love box, looking through my ecstasy-clouded eyes into his and seeing the look of unbridled ardor on his face as his wildest dream came to life...

Unfortunately, since we'd be too embarrassed to have to explain to a plastic surgeon why I might need reconstructive breast surgery, we draw the line at the occasional sweet bruise, love bite or teeth mark.

The reason for this letter, Mr. Nicholson, sir, is that you're always talking about the "Most Edible Tits," and writing about biting and eating all those lovely breasts you show us each month. We would like to know if you have ever drawn blood or done any of the things you talk about with your teeth. If so, could you please elaborate? Spare no detail, we're all eyes. And if you haven't actually tasted of some lovely woman's succulent nipple meat, would you if you could?

Love and Kisses, Your Devoted Fan Forever and Her Equally Idolizing Husband

To which I pretty much say...

Dear Devoted and Husband,

Sorry for the delay. I was busy getting the publication rights to your letter. I expect sales somewhere in the triple digits. A Waiver of Financial Recompense is attached. If you would also sign the attached contract guaranteeing at least one similar letter a month, I will begin the process of finalizing the land purchase in New Zealand and closing the website.

Anyway, to answer your question, no, I haven't ever actually drawn blood. At least not on purpose. Like you and your husband, there are many times I'd have liked to, and I'm sure there will be many more, but since all the women I've ever known prefer that their nipples remain significantly attached... well, there you are.

Besides, while many of us fantasize about being able to indulge in at least one opportunity to actually partake of the raspberry nipples that we find so appetizing, I suspect that the reality of having your pert fruity nipples and sweet gummy aureoles ground into crimson love jelly between your husband's sparkling molars would likely result in something less than cosmically orgasmic, at least for you. Your Equally Idolizing Husband might still get off, but, as you say, I think your plastic surgeon might be required by law to notify the authorities.

Fantasies are all part of the big picture. Remember, though, that some of them lose their appeal when they're actually put to the test.

Please, don't let that stop you from writing about them, preferably by the monthly deadline of the 1st as noted in paragraph four. Photographs would be appreciated. Oh, and make sure to initial the section that holds me harmless for any damages that may occur during research.

All the best,
~Matt Nicholson~

Then there's the...

mattt...

u r the man!!!!!!! i eat nipples three times a day...... brekfast lunch and diner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i lik em frozin too!!! the harder the better i say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they really go good with whiped creem and beer!!!! maybee we can get together some day with one of yur models!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if yo give me a free munth, ill pay for the beer and whippd creem even!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

niple eater man

Now, my reply to the NEMs of the world vary depending on whether or not I can verify membership. If so, my letter might look something like this (misspellings deliberate for communication's sake)...

Niple Eater Man,

Thanks, a bunch for the thoughtful letter. I do hope you include some vegetables in your diet. The last time I checked, beer, whiped creem, and nipples were not your three basic food groups, though I've heard several arguments about beer being added soon.

Anyway, of the models I have that have yet to join me for brekfast, lunch, or diner, all of them have either retired or are out on extended assignment. I really don't expect any of them to return in time for us to get together before the punishment phase of your trial. Sorry. Also, I really doubt Darker Pleasures will still be around after your "20 to life" sentence is served, so you might think about canceling your subscription soon. Sorry about that free month.

By the way, I do agree with the frozin part. The harder the better. Liquid nitrogen is not an option, though.

Good luck with your new attorney,
~Matt~

If Niple Biter's letter seemed to come from out of the blue, and I couldn't find a membership, my reply would probably look more like this...

Mr. Man,

Since I can't find your membership through any search known to modern technology, state and federal laws require that I assume you're probably around eleven or twelve, thirteen tops.

Now, Mr. Man, I'll go out on a limb here and guess you've never seen a real bare naked lady in your life besides your mom, and that she breast fed you only long enough to decide you were a social liability. That means the closest thing you've had to what you were talking about is Similac and Playtex.

Unlike anime boobies, real ladies usually prefer that we not bite their bodies without permission. Doing it three times a day, with different women, is called a 'serial crime' and will land you in juvenile detention until you can transfer to a big boy prison to serve out the rest of your concurrent life sentences. That means it is bad.

Beer tastes like sewer water and pee. You should stay away from it for the rest of your life. If you have friends that buy it for you in order to bribe you into printing out pictures of bare naked ladies for them, you need to find friends that don't grow beards yet. Also, remember the phrase, "Stranger, Danger!"

Anyway, milk is much better for you, but only from plastic containers. Mix it with chocolate if you like. Finally, you might ask your mom what she meant when she told you you could have milk and cookies before bed time. I doubt she meant you could surf the net for them.

Come back in about eight years and we'll talk about that whipped cream. For now, turn off the computer and go shoot some hoops. Watch out for that bright stuff. It's called "The Sun."

Best of luck,
Mr. Webmaster

I always love getting these...

Dear Matt,

I fantasize every day about making passionate love to you while you treat me like your sex slave and do whatever you want to my tits. Can I please have your love child? I could bottle feed if you want to abuse my nipples with your teeth to the point they don't work.

Love, An Admirer

Typically, I try to remain as professional as possible when dealing with these types, as they could well be stalkers. As such, here was my last reply to one...

Dear Admirer,

Please tell me that you're really Catherine Zeta-Jones and you're looking for a man younger than Mike that can really treat you right!

Anxiously,
~Matt Nicholson~

OK, if I'm going to fantasize, I may as well go big, huh. I've done the math. The chances are far better than winning the mega-lottery. Have you seen Michael Douglas lately?

Oh, were you looking for an honest answer? "Have ya? Could ya? Would ya?" Only my hairdresser knows for sure.

I've got a reputation to consider.

2007-03-19T15:59:00.000-07:00

Hi, folks. It’s me, the “self-styled expert on tit torture,” here. "Where’d he come up with that?" you might ask. Never give me an opening.

Some time ago, I found a backwoods web page entitled, “Electrical breast play,” while I was doing my homework for the Breast Punishment Primer’s section on electrical tit torture. I was a little surprised to find that I’d been quoted at the beginning of the page. My Primer is often quoted without my knowledge, which is usually flattering, but this time the context wasn’t what I was used to. Of course, being called an idiot didn’t really set well, either.

If you’re interested, you can find the page below. (You’ll have to replace the dots with real dots – I wasn’t about to give this guy another link that he could use to manipulate the web rankings.)

http://wwwdotgeniebustersdotorg/915/electrotorturedothtml

Anyway, thanks to Google’s confusing insanity for figuring out what sites get the lucky nod of being in the top ten, this insightful gem actually made the top slot for the term “tit torture” in the last couple of weeks, while yours truly was banished to limbo. That’s happened before. Google’s just weird that way. We’ll be back, I’m sure.

When Geniebuster was stuck in backwoodsdom, I didn’t figure his comments were worth wasting my time on. At the time, most everyone found my Primer long before they found his…entertaining…opinions. With the latest Google idiocy, however, I figured I’d best rebut – if not for my sake, then for the sake of everyone with breasts and nipples that might have a hankering for some fun with electricity.

For starters, I’ll quote what caught my attention. The quote within the quote is from my Primer. The rest is all his.

“One of the ignorant clichés people keep repeating mindlessly is "never use electricity above the waist." To take a recent example, here is what a self-styled expert on tit torture says:

‘I would hope that we've covered the extreme risk that you're dealing with if you use anything remotely resembling household current. Many BDSM clubs won't even allow electrical play of any kind above the waist, battery or no. Make sure you know what you're doing. Make sure you use a low voltage, low amperage device, and make sure that both your wires stay on one breast or the other. I repeat, NEVER do anything that allows current to travel from one side of the chest to the other. NEVER, NEVER EVER! Get it?!’

I D I O T !!!

This is nonsense. There is no insulator separating the upper body from the lower body. Your body is full of salt water, and no part is insulated from any other part. Once electricity gets into your body, it can go anywhere. Electrodes on your nipples are no more dangerous than electrodes on your fingers or toes or anywhere else. No, doing one breast at a time doesn't make any difference. Putting two electrodes on the left breast is exactly as dangerous as putting one electrode on each breast.”

He goes on to explain in even more detail why I’m an idiot. He cites the fact that this kind of torture has been used routinely on thousands of prisoners and that cops don’t follow any rules when they’re torturing women. Heck, I’ll even quote him.

“Let's apply a little common sense to this subject. Electrical torture is used routinely in hundreds of police stations all over the world. It happens to thousands of prisoners, all the time. When the cops are torturing a woman, you can bet they don't follow any rules about staying below the waist. Breasts are perfect for torture. Nor do they follow any rules about only doing one breast at a time. The prisoners don't die, even though the cops use much higher voltage than anybody would use in an S/M scene. In all the reports I have read (Amnesty International, etc.) I have never seen any reference to prisoners dying from shocks. One of the "benefits" of electricity, from the cops' point of view, is that it's relatively harmless. They can torture prisoners for a long time - days or even weeks - without killing them.”

He continues…

“Some of the prisoners who are tortured with electricity probably die. When you torture hundreds of prisoners, with no limits, sooner or later somebody is going to have a heart attack. It may not happen very often, but I'm sure it happens. That's why some jails have doctors advising the cops on how far they can go. The point is, with most people you can go very far without killing them. The exception would be somebody who has a pre-existing heart problem.

The fact that you are tempting death is part of the excitement of it.

I'm not into the "safe and sane" bullshit that you get in politically correct S/M scenes.

However, you aren't tempting death very much.

When prisons execute prisoners by electrocution, the prisoner does not usually die instantly, even though he is in an electric chair that is designed to kill him. Killing somebody with electricity is not easy. It's a messy operation that usually takes some time.

I have been using electrodes on nipples - both nipples, with the current running across the chest - for more than 20 years. I have done it more than a thousand times. Nobody has died.”

OK, I don’t know about you, but I really wouldn’t feel comfortable citing real torture as justification for saying that using the nipples as battery posts is such a swoof idea. I mean, how many of those assuredly reputable law enforcement establishments kept records documenting the number of women that died because their tits were French fried versus the number who just had their nipples burned off, versus the ones that enjoyed it. My guess is…none. The parts about "not tempting death very much," and “some of the prisoners tortured with electricity probably die" aren't really confidence-builders, either.

And, maybe it’s just me, but would you really want to bet the farm on some guy that says he’s “not into the ‘safe and sane’ bullshit,” or on his rather fortunate record (which I find suspect)?

Call me silly, but when I wrote the Primer – and the Wikipedia article on tit torture – I actually did real research. Shame on me. I found any number of documented medical case studies of people becoming really dead crispy critters after they’d hooked their genitals up on one end and their nipple, or nipples, up on the other. Granted, given my limited access to certain medical references, I only found one reference of a nipple to nipple electricity fatality, and it was a guy, but that’s one more than our friend at Geniebusters cited. Oh, and if you’re interested, you can find that reference documented here.

If you’re still inclined to risk your partner’s ticker and lovely tits – or your own – based on our new friend’s advise, I’d also suggest you spend more time reading through the rest of his stuff. If you’re anti-Semitic, you’ll probably have a lot of fun. If you think 9-11 was a hoax, here you go. I may not like our adminsitration, or trust it further than I could throw it, but...

Anyway, when you’re completely done, if you can still say you trust this anonymous soothsayer over me and the tons of other folks that tend to agree with me – including the medical professionals – I can only wish you the best of luck. I’d ask you to send me pictures, but I doubt the police’ll release the crime scene photos.

Now, wasn’t I much nicer to him than he was to me?

2007-02-28T14:11:00.000-08:00

Writer's Note: Since I posted this blog, we've decided to modifiy things a bit. With all the great stuff available from our affiliates and from other sources, and considering that I do still have some time to kill now and then, we're still going to be adding stuff after all. We aren't going to publish on a "clockwork" schedule like we use to, but I'm gonna be slapping up new breast bondage and tit torture catch as catch can. My guess is that it'll probably be scattered out every few days or couple of weeks or so...pretty much the way people have been asking me to do for awhile now. Go figure. Anyway, I thought I'd better clarify that before folks got confused. Now, go and do. ~M~

It's been a while, and a lot has happened with Darker Pleasures in the interim. Where to start? Well, the biggest news is that we've changed format. Because of a number of things, we've gone from publishing a monthly e-zine about erotic breast bondage and tit torture to uploading our entire archives and switching to a "what you see is what you get," archive, format.

Every picture we've taken - every needled nipple, whipped-lashed breast, and bound tit - is now there for viewing. Every story, from breast-biting vampire tales; to cruel tit-tortured kidnap victims; to happy-go-luck couples experimenting with breasts as dessert; to Master and slave tales of brutal breast torture, to most every breast-oriented story idea you can think of, is there to read. Every piece of art, every article, every survey is there.

All of it.

Our plan is to slowly upgrade older photo content while we periodically add things here and there, such as upgraded article, usenet stories, and new stories by yours truly. We may eventually go back to monthly publication, once my ulcer goes away and I have a shot at leading a regular life for awhile. But in the mean time, we've definitely left Darker Pleasures so that lovers of fine breast and nipple torture and bondage get their money's worth.

For those of you that have happened on this blog from someplace out in the Internet ether, I'm Matt Nicholson, and I'm an adult website publisher.

"Hi, Matt!"

Formally called, "Darker Pleasures - Quality BDSM Erotica Dedicated to the Bondage and Torment of Breasts and Nipples," my site does just that. But, rather than tell you all about it, how about I just give you a rundown of the tour, let you go take a look, and figure it out for yourself?

Our Home Page, or index, is known by the search engine title: "Tit Torture, Breast Bondage, Nipple Torture Pictures & More." Search engines won't put your site anywhere near the front if you don't title your pages that way, you see, no matter how relevent they are to what you're looking for. Such is the way of the beast.

With that in mind, the rest of our tour pages are affectionately titled"

"Erotic to Extreme Nipple and Breast Torture and Tit Bondage Pictures,"
"Breast BDSM Stories, Tit Bondage Stories and Fetish Stories,"
"BDSM Video Clips, Tit Torture and Breast Bondage Resources,"
"From Basic Breasts to Tattered Tits," and
"Join Darker Pleasures for Exclusive Breast Bondage and Tit Torture!"

You get the idea.

But, there's really a lot more in our public area, and while the whole thing is admittedly set up to convince you that your life won't be worth living if you don't join, we actually do give the public quite a bit of free stuff that can be fun, entertaining, and even useful. The bulk of that stuff can be found through the "ABC's of Tit Torture and Breast Bondage" page, an index of sorts. From there you can get to Matt's critically acclaimed "Breast Punishment Primer." Even though it's full of really entertaining - and even erotic - writing, it's actually been hailed as the most comprehensive guide to breast bondage and tit torture that's been published by all sorts of BDSM groups around the world. I wasn't the one that said that, folks, but I'm really proud that it's being said.

In addition to my little pride and joy, the public can read several other entertaining and possibly educational pieces, such as:

"Toys for Tits," a historical retrospective about breast punishment from the creation, through the Spanish Inquisition and the Crusades, through the Marquis deSade, and up until now. Like my Primer, I don't think you'll find a more thorough piece on the topic of tit torture through the ages anywhere on the net, and you danged sure won't find one that's more fun.

"Tit Trivia 101," the Trivial Pursuit of breast trivia, with all sorts of little-known tit bits of information that will prove your vast knowledge at all the best parties.

"The Breast BDSM Purity Tests," a couple of fun tests for you to take that'll give you an idea just where you stand in the heirarchy of tit torture purity. The first is for those of you that want to dish it out, the second for those of you that like to take it.

"The Dummies Guide to Tit Torture Photography," a short guide for those folks that might want to create their own breast-battering, nipple-rending, tit-tormenting portfolios.

"Darker Pleasures Desserts," my personal favorite, with "recipes" that cater to both the dreamer and the realist in everyone. On one hand, they play with the notion that lots of people fantasize about more than whipped cream, hot chocolate, or honey, and about more than just licking it off. On the other hand, I give you a few options that might translate to some real fun in the bedroom - or kitchen - that don't result in hospital bills.

The really neat thing about all these is that the original versions, located quite deliberately inside the members area, are illustrated with photos and art. Along with about 20,000 pictures, hundreds of stories, and tons of art and other stuff, they're proof positive we take breast bondage and tit torture very seriously.

About the only think I haven't taken seriously lately is this blog, but you can bank on that changing, too. So hang tight. Darker Pleasures may be different, but different is not a bad thing.

Especially for us.

2006-07-24T10:58:00.000-07:00

My mind keeps returning to the theme from M.A.S.H. – “Suicide is Painless.”

If you happened to bookmark this blog back when I suggested you bookmark it (subscribers, that would be you), you’re here to find out what the hell has happened to Darker Pleasures. Here it is, in a nutshell:

A few weeks ago, our host – DWHS Web Hosting – lost a router, resulting in a large percentage of it’s sites being offline. In their zeal to get everything up and running ASAP, they did not install a firewall properly. Saturday, they were met with as very pervasive attack, that disabled their entire system. Darker Pleasures, and many others, was down for a half day. When they got us back up, the e-mail client was still disabled.

They have since been hit with a power blackout, and are trying to get the system back up under generator power, while still trying to repair the earlier damage. They’re working in temperatures of over 120 degrees. Unfortunately, Darker Pleasures isn’t.

Please be patient. Our biggest nightmare is that we’ll see massive bailing as folks try to visit the site and find it down. I know I’d bail under those conditions unless I got notice like this.

Given the number of blog readers… Well, you see my concern.

clicks “send” while whistling the theme from M.A.S.H.

July Will Take Your Mind Off Things

2006-07-15T11:26:00.000-07:00

It’s Saturday, July 15, 2006 at 1:06 p.m. Central Daylight time.  War is breaking out all over the world.  Three countries with nuclear weapons are either at war or on the brink.  Two others that are trying to get nuclear weapons are in the thick of it all.

And Congress is worried about me?

I’ll never get it.

Anyway, to take your mind off of the world, I’m happy to say that July’s up and running.  No small feat this month, let me tell you.  I was literally prepping five minutes ago.   Anyway, we’re good now.

As for how good, go check out…

The Prize – Marilyn Harris’ story about a contest winning gone bad.  With pictures of the ample-titted newcomer, Tanja, you can’t go wrong.

Divide and Conquer – Elizabeth Faraday finishes of the story of split personalities warring with each other while their… her… breasts and nipples are battered this month.  Thorin’s pictures, supplied by Pain Toy,  are simply incredible.

Cover Version – Lee Ash’s text story about a popular girl rock band and the price they pay for popularity with their rock star tits.

Muk Ty – I step back up to the plate with this high fantasy adventure featuring cannibals, Amazons, and the inevitable pairing of the two.

Vampire Bondage – A usenet story, spiced up a bit by yours truly, with a classic vampire, a classic victime, and a classic twist on the boring neck-biting thing.

DP Art – This months painted pieced of tit torture and breast bondage (and one ass shot that I just couldn’t resist) are inspired by Painfiles.  Like the pieces inspired by Hogtied and Brutalmaster before them, this art is amazing.

And then we have my usual color commentary in “Can I Have Those With Whipped Cream,” our surveys, cover and teaser art, and all that stuff.

Now, before I tell you to go and do, I want you to do one other thing for me.  Go see Superman Returns.  It’s awesome.

Later, all.

June is Hot

2006-06-15T16:27:00.000-07:00

Since no one’s been beating my doors down for political commentary or other bone-jarring witticisms, I had time to write a story this month. But more on that later.

First up, is Jude Mason’s Come-Uppance, featuring eleven galleries of electrifying tit torture pictures of Krista in her last shoot for anybody.

Next is Elizabeth Faraday’s Divide and Conquer – Part 2, which continues the story that uses three more galleries of Thorin and her seriously abuses tits and nipples as generously provided by Pain Toy.

Half our art is inspired by the very brutal Brutal Master (thus the name, I’d expect), with pencil sketches that’ll curl your socks.  The other half is inspired by wonderful shots from our files.

Tantalizing tit tort text tales come from Jude, who does double-duty with Readjustment Training; Bonnie Dee and her sequel to Carnival Girl – Private Party; and your’s truly with Surprise!  (I told you there’d be more on that later.)

Plus, we have all the other usual plusses.

Welp, that’s about it.  If anyone decided they want me to wax philosophical about anything, drop me a line.  I’d be tickled to put this blog to some more good use.

2006-05-15T18:20:00.000-07:00

Yes, it’s been a whole month since I’ve posted anything.  Not like anyone seemed to notice, but what the heck.  As busy as things have been, it’s probably good.  I’m loaded with all sorts of opinions, particularly with the President’s daily goings on, so if anyone’s interested, just holler.

In the mean time, May’s live.  In it you’ll find…

Coco McCloud’s Paying Her Dues, featuring Katariina (last seen in Lee Ash’s Honey).

The first part of the three-parter, Divide and Conquer, featuring Thorin (donated from the good folks at Pain Toy).

Jude Mason’s, Toy.

Theresa Joseph’s, Dear Diary.

Matt Nicholson’s (that’s me) article, Tit Trivia 101.

DP art featuring pencil sketches inspired by images from the website Hogtied.

And the other usual stuff.

That’s it in a nutshell.  If you ever get the inkling to goad me into writing something full of my usual wit and wisdom about politics, entertainment, or… heaven forbid… breast bondage and tit torture, feel free to give me a buzz.

April's Up, Now Back to Tits

2006-04-14T13:59:00.000-07:00

OK, April’s live, and we have…

Jennifer’s Crucible – Jude Mason and D. Musgrave get together to put story to pictures of MJ.

A Vacation to Remember – The End – Jude Mason Finishes off Moxxie’s pics.

Carnival Girl – Bonnie Dee’s text story.

Games of Submission – Ruth Fox’s first story for us.

The Contest – A Story from the net written by Golden-Eyed Angel and edited by yours truly.

Pain Toy supplies the pictures for this month’s digital art.

And the rest.

Now, I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “Why is he being so succinct. He’s never succinct.” Actually, I kinda doubt anyone’s asking themselves that, which is why I’m being succinct.

See, I can tell from subscriber numbers who’s looking at the site, but I can’t tell what they’re looking at. What do they like? The pictures, the stories, the art… I have no clue, so I just keep putting out the pictures and stories and tweaking the rest, thinking folks might someday let me know what they like.

Given the basic lack of response to most anything I write on the blog (with a couple of exceptions), I’ve decided my time is best spent elsewhere.

Folks want tits… tortured, bound, fricaseed, but that’s what they want. Pictures are good. Stories are good. The rest, well, who knows? This blog ain’t tits. It’s usually about politics or something, but breasts don’t play much part. So, I’ll just do breasts.

If I’m wrong, write me and change my mind for me. Otherwise, I’ll keep blogging with updates and important breaking news about the site. The rest I’ll just keep to myself.

Back to tits.

The March Line-Up

2006-03-14T15:15:00.000-08:00

We’re a day early by my schedule, which means I’ll have a free day to play tomorrow.  I think the operative term is…

Hallelujah!

Now, here’s the line-up for March:

Photo-stories and galleries:

Keeping Up With The Jones – I got to ‘pen’ this little tale, and had a blast doing it.  Imagine “Mr. And Mrs. Smith” meets Darker Pleasures, with new galleries of Krista as the lead Mrs.  Plus, I go back in time and pull a few shots from some of our vintage stuff for good measure.  I’m quite proud.

A Vacation to Remember – Part the Next – Jude Mason just keeps on keepin’ on as she writes more about our captured mergal, horny and wanting what her captor has planned for her.  The new photos feature Moxxie, back in the part of the capturee, letting her tits and nipples take it on the chin, as it were, for the team.

Text stories:

Sapphire’s Shielding – D. Musgrave writes the third (and possibly final, but don’t bank on it if I have my way) part of Sapphire’s journey from meek librarian to adventurous seeker of pain.  It may sound like an old theme, but taken with this tit torture twist, and we have a winner.

Dicky Valentine’s Suitcase – Set in times gone by, when the mob was easy to figure out, and things were simpler, Lee Ash spins a really fun yarn about a couple of folks that decide to trick the mobsters by way of a bit of breast torment acquiescence.

Sticks – A back to the basics story about a girl’s first time, and the simple tools that her playtime ‘Uncle” uses to get her feet wet.  A Usenet classic, submitted by one of our own and edited by yours truly.

Art:

“We’re baaaack!”  Years ago we fumbled around with computer-generated artistic renderings of some of our photographs.  The results were… well, not as wonderful as I would like, which is why you don’t find them in our archives.  Now that we’re in the 21st century, we’re trying again, and we think you’ll find the new product worthy of framing.  Even better, starting next month we’ll be featuring work produced from photographs taken by other folks, beginning with Mead Hall Productions’ Pain Toy.  We think you’ll like.  We do.

And in keeping with bringing you other of the ‘Net’s best art, we have a gallery filled with noir artist Bensen, just because.

The Rest:

Yep, we still have all the other stuff – archives, surveys, teasers, covers, wallpapers, etc. and so forth.  If you’re a subscriber – enjoy.  If you’re not, well, what are you waiting for.  It’s only $9.95 now, and a measly $6.95 a month from now ‘til doomsday.  You won’t find a better deal on quality tit torture and breast bondage erotica on the ‘Net.

Wow, that sure sounded hype-ish, didn’t it?

More Breast Punishment Priming

2006-03-12T07:38:00.000-08:00

Every now and again I get a letter from someone offering suggestions as to what I might add to my Breast Punishment Primer, or to other articles I’ve written – or might write someday. I’ve got three or four that I’ve added to my list of things to do, but rather than keep them socked away until I have time to edit, format, and do all the other webmasterly things I’d need to do, I decided to share a couple of them here.

The first is in regard to electrically-oriented tit torture. I’ve actually touched on this one in the Primer, but Dave’s comments are worthy of a bit more explanation, so. . .

“…Just discovered your site. Have had a little experience with breast torture, although I violated a few of your guidelines on occasion.

My favorite abuse is binding or strongly clamping breasts in combination with electrical torture. You discuss TENS and other such devices. A simple, wonderful device I use (which is the violation) is a toy train transformer. I use a plug in type because of the current.

The devices you describe are direct current. In direct current, or DC, the voltage always passes from point A to point B. "Through the valley" as you describe. One nipple feels sensation, the other feels less. Alternating current, on the other hand, does just that: It alternates. The current affects the nipples evenly.

My technique is to attach an AC toy train transformer (voltage of 3-12V) to the nipple via large cotton balls. I fashion guards from plastic container lids to isolate the nipple from the aerola. I then slide the nipple through the guard, tape the guards to the breasts, affix the wire around the cotton ball and place the whole cotton/wire contrivance around the nipple.

When first in place there is no current going through the cotton ball. To get currently you slowly apply salt water solution using a syringe. Apply the solution one drop at a time to each of the cotton balls. Slowly, almost without notice at first, sensation of current builds at the nipple. Eventually it feels as if the nipples are on fire, but with absolutely no burning, scarring or other damage to the nipple. And because it is AC current, both nipples sense the current in the same way.

It's a fantastic technique and I have used it for years. My partners love it.

I have occasionally inserted needles through the cotton ball (not touching the wires) and directly into the nipple. With the right person, this delivers an instant orgasm. It hurts like pure hell, so don't do it too long.

I have concerns with the heart but have not encountered a heart attack to-date. Just thought I would a share this. Just not a big fan of direct current.”

I’m pretty familiar with AC techniques. They’re actually used by quite a few folks. Yeah, used carefully it works just as the guy describes – thus the reason he hasn’t encountered any heart attacks. I imagine that, if he had, the e-mail would have been coming from some state prison domain address.

Personally, I like AC current. Used on the genitals it’s pretty much a safe bet, but keep in mind that the square box is a transformer. It is transforming direct current into alternating current. If, by some very small chance (and it is very small), the transformer should fail, then the willing victim of the slight electrical buzz becomes the surprise victim of a pretty nasty 110 volt gift, if you get my drift.

If the loving giver of the fun is on the ball, then a quick yank would likely save the recipient from anything beyond a nasty burn and some uncomfortable squirming for a few days, but that’s still not what we’re here for. Again, though, that’s if you’re playing below the belt.

If you’re zapping nipples and this should happen. . . well, that un-encountered heart attack might not be so un-encountered any longer. There are many types of BDSM play that involve a little risk. It’s unfortunate that the objects of our favorite pastime – breasts and nipples, for those of you that are just tuning in – are located directly over top of the one muscle that will kill us deader than dirt if it stops.

I’ll expand a bit on this type of electricity play when I get time. In the mean time, they’re your tits and nipples to torment, just be careful.

Now, Keep it Short writes. . .

“Matt, I really enjoyed reading "The Primer". I found it very educational and interesting. You have a great way of writing, being very informative and humorous at the same time. Two things I think you may want to add to your almost complete article.

Firm Massaging - I once gave a lady a breast massage that she really enjoyed. Sure, she relaxed when I poured the baby oil in my hand and started rubbing her breasts, but as I started kneading and squeezing and massaging her tits very hard, the expression on her face changed. She started squirming and moaning and complaining because of how hard I was squeezing her breasts, but after I gagged her, she didn't say a word.

Funny how that worked out.

Afterwards, she said that was a first, no one had ever thought of that. She really did enjoy it, except for when I wanted to clean the baby oil off my hands and I rubbed them on her hair. She really didn't like that part. Women can be so strange.

Hot Massaging - Another time I massaged her breasts with some cream and she seemed to also be enjoying that, but when she looked over and say that it was "Icy-Hot", her expression changed. She probably figured something was up, when she saw I was wearing surgical gloves. After a few minutes, the smell must have gotten to her. She acted like her breasts were on fire. Good thing she had a gag in her mouth again, otherwise she might have woken all the neighbors in my subdivision. After some time had passed, I washed her off and later she rewarded me for my ingenuity.”

Isn’t life good when you get rewarded for this stuff?! Anyway, I really don’t cover using the hands and fingers as tit torture tools much in the Primer. Talk about an oversight. I remember the first time I got to play with someone’s breasts. She was… um… too young to talk about here, but so was I, so it was legal. I’ll never forget taking the cat-o-nine tails and. . .

Wait, that wasn’t it. I believe I… yep, I’m pretty sure I used. . . my fingers.

You know, if anyone reading this used anything but their fingers the first time, please write me. I just gotta hear about this.

In any case, squeezing and pinching is a great way to torture tits, especially nipples. Most women like to have their nipples and areola digitally manipulated to some extent, so it’s a great place to start. The biggest danger, is bruising, but it’s pretty low on the totem pole of breast battering hazards. Just remember the “booby is only skin deep” adage, though. When you start crushing the innards, the risk factor starts rising. Rupturing glands and stuff is just no fun, at least for the rupturee.

Well, folks, there you have it. A positive, playful blog. Enjoy.

I’m quite pleased.

Tell Me, Please. . .

2006-03-08T20:05:00.000-08:00

It’s been awhile.  But, you know, it just got to the point where it seemed as if every time I started typing one of these – with the exception of update day – it was bad news.  And, frankly, I figured none of you tuned in to this blog, or to Darker Pleasures, just to be beaten with bad news.

Thus, my silence.

But, really, what good news should I be talking about.  All the good stuff site-wise is published, so subscribers get it, and non-subscribers don’t care.  All the good stuff non-site-wise really has no bearing on breasts, nipples, or erotically tormented women, so – despite my long-standing penchant for talking about all my other likes and hobbies – most folks couldn’t care less.

So, what is it that has brought me back to the blog, you wonder.  Well, it’s more bad news.

Who’da thunk it.

Please, pretty please, let me know if you’re as scared as I am.  Misery, after all, loves company.

Doesn’t it concern you that South Dakota has deliberately spit at women’s rights by enacting a law that prohibits abortions under all circumstances short of saving a woman’s life?  Is everyone else to afraid to say that the fact that another state has purposefully created law that will force the Supremes to act – one that will likely result in all of us being deprived of yet more freedom?  Yeah, if you Google for more articles you’ll see that the President “differs” in opinion, but the mere fact that the atmosphere in the United States has slid so far to the right that a state actually feels like they can get away with this is positively terrifying,

Doesn’t the fact that the situation in the Middle East – from Iran’s blustering about nuclear arms, to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, to the Palestinian vs. Isreali mess, ad nauseum – has deteriorated to the point that sometimes World War III seems inevitable, concern you just a bit, especially given our administration’s strong-arm attitude toward the rest of the world?

Do the “Patriot Act” and the various allegations of domestic spying impart even the slightest shiver?

They all do me, and much more.  Add to that the latest development “on the home front,” as it were, and a lesser man might be suicidal.  That development would be the newest law to be passed by the House of Representatives, soon to be shoved through the Senate and signed by Mr. President himself.  X-Biz reports in today’s edition:

House Passes 2257- Related Bill

Even while the Free Speech Coalition is battling the Justice Department in regard to one impossible version of Title 18 Section 2257, Congress is stepping further into the Dark Ages by creating a version that is even worse.   If enacted… well, hell, you can read about it in the article.  I certainly don’t need to repeat it.  Let’s just suffice it to say that I’m getting very tired.  And very, very scared.

Please tell me I’m not alone.

February is a Go!

2006-02-13T09:08:00.000-08:00

What a month.

First, let me apologize for the scarcity of blogs.  After a rash of stuff about my son, I decided that you folks probably didn’t care about my woes (no offense intended, but that isn’t what you’re here for, and I know that) so I figured I’d back off of that topic.  That didn’t change the reality of my situation, though.

Well, after what appears to be a miraculous recovery, he is home.  To be brief, he has a few months ahead of therapy, but – as I said – it looks like we have a miracle on our hands.

That said, my hands are still full for the next couple of months.  So my usual yammer will still be curtailed a bit.  Write me if you want some one-on-one.

On the breast bondage and tit torture front. . .

February is live – a day and a half early, no less – which leaves me time for other stuff.  Happy Valentines, all.

D. Musgrave brings us another chapter in the Molly Coddling series with Paid in Full.  With no Molly available, we used a new model – M.J. – for your viewing pleasure.  If you’re not happy with six new galleries of her perky nipples and tight titties being molested, you’re asleep.

The final chapter of Marilyn Harris’ Now You Know, chronicling the tale of a very kinky submissive gal’s hunt for the perfect Master to beat and bind her breasts, is here.  Marya finishes off her appearance with some incredible purple colors – a great shade for breasts and nipples – in the last two of six galleries from this set.

Text stories feature the second half of Jude Mason’s A Job for Mandy, Bonnie Dee’s fun Torture Me!, and my very own White King, the next chapter in my almost forgotten Families vampire novel.

Art is by deMullotto and a variety of other folks, with some really incredible computer-generated pieces thrown into the mix.

Well, I could keep going, but I have lots to do.  I’ll try to throw out some more color commentary soon.  In the mean time. . .

. . .go and do.

Be Afraid

2006-01-22T10:02:00.000-08:00

Imagine, if you will, that it’s the year 2010. A young woman, perhaps 22. . . 23. . ., the same age as your daughter, wife, or sister, has just been given the death penalty for murder. Once appeals run out, she will be injected with deadly chemicals and taken from the lives of her family and friends.

Her crime – aborting the unwanted child of the man who raped her, perhaps brutally, some months before. Not only is the young woman sentenced to die, but so is her doctor, and maybe even the nurse that assisted him.

Sound far-fetched? Sound as if I’m using political scare tactics to sway you toward my way of thinking? Au contraire. It is just right around your doorstep. Check out “States Step Up Fight on Abortion,” if you don’t believe me.

There are several states that already have laws on the books that identify the fetus at any age as a human being. This has ostensibly been done to allow the state to execute anyone who murders a pregnant woman, because many states make it a capital crime to kill more than one person at one time. It sounds fine on its face, as many laws do, but many of those states also have laws that make killing children under a certain age, typically six or seven, a capital crime – punishable by death. Add the two together, and you get what I just wrote.

Texas is one example. The only thing that keeps doctors and women across the state from getting the needle in the state with the biggest rate of executions in the nation is a clause that still gives a pregnant mother the right to choose. You can bet that the Texas legislature, many of them anyway, would have it otherwise if they could. The only reason that clause is there, folks, is because of Roe V. Wade. The moment that Samuel Alito is confirmed as Supreme Court Justice all bets are off in every red state in the country.

By the way, Sam Alito has been nominated by the President – the leader of this administration and the poster child for conservatives everywhere. He embodies what they believe in, and what they want for this country forever. So much so that he has been affecting Presidential power since the Reagan years, coming up with new and devious ways of giving the executive branch the power to take away our rights. Witness Time Magazine's article, "We Don't Need a New King George." And you just thought that Alito was the runner-up in the President's latest right-wing Supreme Court nominee-fest. Maybe we should all think again.

These are the same people that are doing battle with Google over records that would show them just where you’ve been surfing and what sites – such as Darker Pleasures – that you’ve been seeing. They do it in the guise of wanting to protect our children, poo-pooing the argument that parents should actually get involved and that software filters are a worthy thought.

For the moment that’s their story. For the moment they aren’t subpoenaing IP addresses, but it will come. It is only a matter of time before they twist what they’ve been able to do in the name of fighting child porn into the expanded battle to eliminate the world as we know it of the demon pornography. And, trust me, once they think they can get away with it, they’ll make viewing it just as illegal as making it. And then the knock will be on your door.

After all, it is the same bunch that believes they have the right to wire-tap their citizens without a warrant. Oh, and before you raise you hand to argue that that is for the good of our country, keep in mind that they have yet to prove that there were such exigent circumstances that they couldn’t have taken the time to get an emergency warrant.

While we’re at it, are you and your significant other into anything beyond the missionary position in the dark? Well, there have already been arrests in some of the red states involving consenting adults indulging in consenting BDSM. Husbands and wives playing with a little bondage, a touch of tit torment, a whipped breast here, a clamped nipple there. In the eyes of the government, it’s still assault.

I consider myself somewhat moderate, but this government is really beginning to scare the pee out of me. Do the math, spread the word…

… be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

January is Huge!

2006-01-14T17:16:00.000-08:00

January… published… need… rest…

Holy Hannah, has this been one hell of a deadline!  And I’ve never uploaded this much stuff at one time.  Talk about a plethora of tit torture and nipple punishment.  Let’s start from the top…

Our feature story is Jude Mason’s A Vacation to Remember – futuristic fun fishing for female fantasies – featuring Moxxie.  This is part one of two parts, the second scheduled for a couple months down the road.  In it you’ll get everything you expect from a fishing story including hooks, stringers, monofilament fishing line, fishing poles, and the very creative use of all the above on Moxxie’s hapless breasts and pert nipples.

The serial story features the next installment of Marilyn Harris’ Now You Know, the sequel to Dream On! with more images of Marya that specialize in breast bondage and some ingenious nipple torture.  If you like purple tits, here you go.

Text stories include A Job for Mandy, a fun story of a young lady that tries to find out what her new hubby’s up to, and ends up with a job that takes some wonderful tolls on her tits.  There is also D. Musgrave’s darkest submission to date, Rest in Pain, that details a BDSM scene that goes straight to hell.

Art features six color drawings by de Haro and about thirty other great works from a variety of artists.

You might notice that we’re a story short.  That’s because the Free Speech Coalition won an injunction against Alberto Gonzales and friends that prohibits the government from enforcing Title 18, Section 2257 against secondary producers.  Since we just happen to be one of those, that means we get to re-publish everything we pulled back in June including 60 galleries and a bunch of stories.  You get all of Raven’s really ruthless nipple piercing and breast battering, the beautiful red-headed Rebecca and her incredibly voluptuous breasts, Alexandra Chareese, and others in this massive addition to our archives.

So, while you are all hopefully checking out the best in breast bondage, tit torture, areola abuse, and nipple… um… nipple… naughtiness, I’m going to go collapse.

Enjoy!

Two, Two, Two. . .

2006-01-06T20:10:00.000-08:00

I’ve been slaving away on the new images of Moxxie for this month’s upcoming galleries from Jude’s “A Vacation to Remember,” and decided to take a break. Actually, I was curious about something.

As those of you that subscribe to Darker Pleasures will see in about nine days, Moxxie got to spend some quality time outdoors, baring her gorgeous tits to the elements. And, as tits usually do when given the chance, the chill air tended to make her nipples quite hard and her areola crinkle really tightly – fishhooks through them notwithstanding.

I’m a big fan of crinkled nipples, a really big fan. To me, they just seem natural that way. I mean, the female body is designed so that they harden when they’re excited, and they’re much more chewy that way. So it should come as no surprise that a set with pictures of breasts and nipples like this tends to drive me nuts.

When I first started in this business, almost seven years ago, I simply assumed that everyone preferred their nipples and areola the way I did – the harder and crinklier, the better. Heck, whenever I shot Christine that first year, we’d crank the A/C down to sixty-five degrees, partially to offset the heat of the spotlights, but primarily to chill her breasts into submission and tighten her nipples to the point they hurt.

I even wrote (and photographed for subscribers) the early version of what became my Dummies Guide to Tit Torture Photography with that same assumption in mind, telling all the budding photographers to work at making the objects of their lenses as pert and perky as possible.

As time went on, my tasted didn’t change. My favorite shoots have always been those that featured moonscape hard areola, with sets like those from Exxep Productions, typically shot in Finland and frequently in the snow, being real Mr. Happy pleasers. But, as that same time passed, and as I learned more, I saw that some folks liked them flat, large, glossy and slick. Not at all chewable.

So, as I tend to do when faced with a personality-shattering revelation, I’ve tried some self-analyzing. Could it be that my love of granite-hard nipples and their equally metamorphically-turgid surroundings is grounded in my un-equaled oral fetish? Am I some kind of double-pervert, unusual in both my fantasy of being able to bite into a pert pair of nipples in semi-cannibalistic indulgence and my appreciation of flash frozen breasts, with nipples so hard they'd break if you thumped them?

Or, are there scads of people out there that like their breast tips firm and perky enough to put out an eye at ten paces, just like me? Inquiring minds want to know.

***

Since it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything that wasn’t either pretty much required (like monthly publication stuff), or not-at-all tit torture-related (like my posts about last month’s personal tragedy), I’ve decided to go for two. . . two. . . two topics in one. That’s a Certs reference for those of you that aren’t old enough to know.

Anyway, as the wonderful Jude Mason mentioned in another blog posted somewhere or the other (I always have the dickens of a time finding stuff), this year’s annual Preditors and Editors Reader’s Poll is out. Again this year, someone (or someones) with unusually good taste has nominated your favorite e-zine for erotic breast bondage and tit torture – and some of us lucky worker bees – for some rather prestigious awards.

Those nominations are:

Darker Pleasures - Best Fiction E-Zine

Matt Nicholson - Best Editor

D. Musgrave and Jude Mason - Best Author

'Hidden Treasures: Discovering Eros' by D. Musgrave - Best Novel

"And There Were Beasts" by Jude Mason - Best Short Story

When I look at the lists of other e-zines, editors, and writers that are always nominated with us, I’m amazed that anyone would even include me in such incredible company.

But, I’m certainly not going to look that gift horse in the mouth.

So, please, if you think we’re deserving, take a few moments to go vote. We pride ourselves in bringing you the best “Quality BDSM Erotica Dedicated to the Bondage and Torment of Breasts and Nipples” out there. An award now and again definitely makes our day.

Get a Life!

2005-12-24T11:16:00.000-08:00

Holy Mother of Murgatroy, will you give up already?!

Hackers. . . I’m talking to you.

Geesh, don’t you have anything better to do with your holidays? For the umpteenth time this week, I’m waiting for 879 e-mail notifications of failed hack attempts to finish tying up my frikkin’ e-mail program.

I have security, people. I have lots of it – several programs in fact. Out of over 8000 attempts that you’ve made over your holiday week, two have got through. Two, you frappin’ morons. And do you know how long they worked? Less than five minutes each. You got nada. Bumpkis. Zilch. And do you know why? Because I have even more security programs and I catch them before you can post them on your pathetic hacker password sites for longer than it takes to cut and paste the stupid urls.

Get a life. Go buy a blow-up doll. Lube your hand. Find a real challenge. Darker Pleasures ain’t it. Hell, pay the stupid $9.95.

Maybe I should be flattered that so many people want to see our stuff, or that we present such a challenge to those socially deprived hacker geek nerd twats that they feel some kind of hacker obligation to keep throwing their stupid lists at our software.

All I know is that it takes up valuable time I don’t have to spare just wading through the garbage and changing the less than one quarter of one hundredths of a percent that succeed. It’s Christmas. I have a kid in a coma. For the love of God (god, goddess, whatever) show a little Christmas spirit and GO AWAY!

Oh, and for those of you folks that aren’t hacker types, but might have on-line accounts, here’s a few suggestions:

Don’t use the same username and password for years on end. Eventually someone will figure it out.

Don’t use the same username and password over and over. Sites without our security do get hacked, and then your info gets put on lists that get thrown at every site out there. If they do get lucky, it’s your account that gets locked down.

Make it a little more complicated than 123456, or your birthday, or your name. Use alpha-numerical combinations, upper-and lower case, non-traditional inputs (like hyphens and asterisks, if allowed).

Wouldn’t it have been nice if I’d have been able to take this time to talk about tit torture, breast bondage, and the fun things you can do to nipples over the holidays?

Geesh. . .

Happy Holiday!

2005-12-15T08:56:00.000-08:00

I’ve been staring at the screen for five minutes, just breathing, something I’ve had to pencil in lately.

Yes, guys and gals, December is live, and it’s chock full of holiday merriment.  First, you’ll see yet another slight format change.  I’ve added a real “What’s New” listing with links that lets folks that don’t have the time or inclination to leisurely surf the chance to cut straight to the chase and get to the new stuff.

And as for this month’s “New Stuff,” we have the new Katariina, in ten galleries of culinary tit torture.  Her breasts are prepped in all sorts of cruel ways and her nipples end up being the dark cherries at the center of this fine dessert.  Honey is written by Lee Ash, and will make everyone anxious to see what their holiday feast has as the final course.

Marya returns in two galleries of breast bondage that make up the first of Marilyn Harris’ three part prequel to November’s, Dream On!  If purple is your favorite color on a pair of ripe breasts, then you’re in for a treat.  We wanted green and red for a bit more holiday cheer, but. . .

Who’s griping?

Beside the two photo stories, we have new text stories by new writer Coco McCloud who brings us Endurance Week which begs the question, “What could possibly be better than a hot female Master on a hot female slave?”  How about two hot female Masters?  Bonnie Dee presents Living Doll, a tale about the unusual reward a very generous boss sends to one of his dutiful workers.  And last, but most definitely not least, is Jude Mason’s annual gift to us all, Sparkle’s Christmas Present.  Forget the presents, Santa, just bring me that elf!

Art-wise, we tried to fine some holiday-oriented tit torment and lucked on to a great Japanese artist named Jito.  Though his beautiful breast bondage art isn’t really Christmas cheer, the coloration is so close, I wasn’t going to complain.  I also posted a scad of new work by Dementia, featuring some color drawings this time, all of huge-boobed women getting the type of tit torture we crave.

As usual, there are the new teasers, the beautiful holiday cover featuring Katariina, and the other monthly stuff.

Welp, my watch alarm just beeped.  Time for a shower and more Christmas hustling.

Happy whatever holiday is applicable.  Mine’s Christmas.  Have a merry one!

~M~

We Pre-empt This Blog...

2005-12-08T20:20:00.000-08:00

When I created this blog, it was my intention to use it as a forum for Darker Pleasures – with a bit of political commentary and other things riding side-saddle.  Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I’d be using it to talk about this kind of situation.

I have to admit that the Publisher in me worries about how some of the subscribers might react to having my blog taken over this way.  After all, they didn’t subscribe to Darker Pleasures to be reminded about tragedy.  They subscribed to get away from reality.

To those people I can only ask that you understand, be patient, and don’t dump out on DP because this one little corner has been pre-empted.

As for the reason for that pre-emption, well, little has changed.  He is still as comatose as he was when I last posted.  He’s had a couple of episodes where they’ve had to clean out his lungs.  He’s got a combination of bruising and congestion that’s contributing to blocked airways every now and then, but they say it’s a minor distraction in the big picture.

All the broken bones have been set with the exception of his elbow, cheek and his skull, of course.  The wrists, arm, hip, ribs, ankle, and collar bone are where they need to be to mend.  The swelling on the brain has stopped, and the pressure has stabilized.  They’ve said the other day that he may be blind in his right eye, but I was told it actually dilated somewhat this morning… a good sign.

He reacts to specific pain – touch a sore spot, and he moves that sore spot away – another improvement from the first night, when his whole body reacted non-specifically.

It’s so hard seeing him like this.  Even at twenty, they don’t stop being your baby, you know…

I could go on.  It’s a little therapeutic.  But I’m exhausted… a relatively constant state of late… so I think I’ll try to sleep instead.

Oh, before I forget… DP is on track for publication a week from today.  I’ve found that it provides a distraction just having something to do, so the threat of missing the publication date went away pretty quickly.  It’s the Christmas issue, with lots of extra goodies.  I hope everyone enjoys it.

If you do, let me know, besides the one real present I’m hoping for, it would be nice to hear good stuff from some of you.

It’s funny how the little things count for so much more now.

Don’t forget the hugs.

~M~

Ninety Hours

2005-12-06T06:16:00.000-08:00

It’s been ninety hours now.  Yesterday afternoon the doctor was finally willing to say that we could probably leave, for a while at least.  Scant comfort, considering that the criteria was only that he felt fairly confident that they’d have enough advance warning if anything went wrong that we could get back to the hospital before it was too late.

I guess you take anything you can get.

There are positive signs, and those are the things you cling to.

The nurses are awesome - truly compassionate, skilled and sweet.  The hospital has been wonderful to us.  Given the size of the facility, and the number of people it serves, the attention and personal care we’ve been given has been overwhelming.  The doctors, however, could use some training in diplomacy.  Not that I expect them to pull punches at this stage.  False hope would be as bad as anything.  But their communication skills could use honing.

I’ll take that in trade for their other skills, though, and those are top of the class.

I’m leaving for the hospital shortly.  I have to run some errands and so on, but I still plan on spending as much time as I can up there. For those of you that hold us to our word as far as publication is concerned, I think I’ll still make deadline now.  It’ll be work, but that’s all part of things, I guess.

To those of you that have written, thank you.  If it weren’t for the visits, phone calls, and e-mails from friends, acquaintances, and strangers alike, this nightmare would have been unbearable.

Remember, hugs are cheap.  You can only regret not having given one.

Hug Your Kid, Please

2005-12-03T06:30:00.000-08:00

My oldest son is twenty years old.  He’s smart.  He inherited his great-grandmother’s brains.  She graduated from college as valedictorian.  A big, well known college, mind you.  She was 14.

He’s talented, and funny.  Despite a series of stupid teenaged mishaps, he is making a life for himself. Everyone loves him.

Yesterday, at around 2:00 in the afternoon, he’d forgotten the key to his third floor apartment.  Like most invulnerable kids his age, he decided to climb the back of the building up the balconies.

He fell three stories.

He’s in intensive care now.  They say the first twenty four hours will tell.  It’s been eighteen.

I can’t guarantee I’ll make deadline this month, folks.  I’m sorry.  I’ll try.

Hug your kid.  Tell them you love them and that you’re proud, even if you wonder at times.

You just never know.

2005-11-14T18:41:00.000-08:00

You know what one of the great things about the twenty-first century is?  Word processing.  If this were a couple of decades back, I’d be suicidal.  You have no idea how hard it is to type one-handed, or how many typos you make when you do.

No, I didn’t lose a hand in the war or anything.  Nothing so dramatic.  But I can testify to how painful hyper-extending a shoulder already plagued with problems can be.  And slings are just a pain in the ass.

By the way, those two paragraphs took the better part of ten minutes.

So, I hope you’ll forgive me for the lack of blogs the last couple of weeks.  Prepping a magazine one-handed can be a trick, too.

As for that magazine. . . Thank heaven it’s up!  Yep, effective just a few minutes back, Darker Pleasures volume 6, issue 11, November 2005 is a wrap.  In it you’ll find some of Seether’s best work yet, with Marya’s breasts and nipples masterfully bound and tortured for Marilyn Harris’ Dream On!  And, speaking of nipple torture, how about some on-camera nipple piercing?  Yep, you got it in the final chapter of Forcing Hands, with pictures of Natasha really getting a nipple skewered just for this tale.

Text-story-wise, award winners Jude Mason and D. Musgrave once again grace our pages, both with tales of a wild western flair, as does the historically articulate and entertaining Boccaccio.

In the art department, we have more of Roberts’ work along with that of several others as we highlight breast bondage and tit torture in the pages of comics.  And you just thought comics were for kids.

Plus, as always, you can thrill to Matt’s “Can I Have Those With Whipped Cream?” (Holy shit, remind me to stop capitalizing things, will ya!), and the other monthly goodies.

O.K., my shoulder and arm are nearing the fall-off stage.  Since I’m a little behind on keeping everyone up to snuff on the news and events surrounding the on-line BDSM world versus the slippery wheels of justice, I’ll just point you all to X-Biz in general.  That’s where I get half my heads ups, so I’ll leave it to each of you to sort through the articles for the really pertinent stuff and keep yourselves on top of things until my shoulder heals. . .

. . . or falls off, which at the moment, I just wish it would do.

Think Hard, Folks

2005-10-25T10:19:00.000-07:00

Every day the news brings us more and more articles that show us that adult entertainment on the Internet is under attack, and that the conservative governments world-wide are working hard to take us out.  In just the last week we’ve seen articles like these:

U.K. to Ramp Up Extreme, Child Porn Prosecutions

Video Blasts Adult Industry as Scourge of Society

China Now Cracks Down on Porn Star Recruiters

Clinton Returns Flynt Campaign Donation

But maybe this article is much more telling:

Porn Shows Americans are Conflicted Over Porn

While the ruling party claims that it is representing the majority of Americans (or whatever other country you want to slip in in place of “Americans”) the truth tells a different story.

Though the article says, “Two out of five adults (40 percent) believe that pornography ‘harms relationships between men and women’,” what it doesn’t say, that is equally factual and more significant, is:

“Three out of five adults (60 percent) believe that pornography does not harm relationships between men and women.”

The majority of Americans do not believe that most “pornography” is a problem, or at least not the problem that world hunger, war, famine, illegal immigration, the economy, the war, nuclear proliferation, poverty, political corruption, or Britany Spears’ latest love interest is.

The conservative governments that are gaining greater strength are furthering the agenda of the religious right.  But that segment of the population does not represent the majority.  Unfortunately, porn is an easy target because, though sixty percent of the population doesn’t see it as a problem, none of them well fight for that belief.  Of course, failing to fight for one belief leads to failure to fight for another, then another.  Eventually they’ll get you where it counts.

There will never be total agreement over anything.  This little forum – Darker Pleasures’ little tit torture and breast bondage haven in a sea of Internet information – has shown that in discussing the right to write versus the need to control certain criminal activity.  Everyone has a line they have to draw for themselves.  The line can be crossed both ways.  I’ll support the need to curb our own creative desires when it comes to writing (or not writing) certain types of stuff in order to keep the freedom we have to write the rest, while at the same time speaking loudly with my vote to keep those freedoms.

Looking back on 2004 and 2000, I’m not so sure everyone else spoke the same way.

2006 is coming, and then comes 2008.  In America, that’s the time to speak.  I don’t keep quite the same tabs on other countries, but you folks know when it is.  Hypocrisy is looking at your favorite website while telling everyone else in church that you’re against it, and voting that way.  We can’t change hypocrites, but for those of us that don’t have a variety of faces, you allow the damage to be done if you sit back and let everyone make your decisions for you.

We lost in 2004 and 2000 by the skin of our teeth, and the winners will change the world as we know it unless we turn it around.  The adult industry, your right to look at erotic stories and images of breast bondage and tit torture, and all the other adult-oriented fantasies you dream about – and have the right to dream about – are under attack.  So are many of your other freedoms, even if you can’t see it yet.

It’s just a year away.  Think hard.

October's Issue is On-line!

2005-10-14T16:43:00.000-07:00

Today’s the day, ladies and gents.  The October issue of Darker Pleasures has been uploaded with this month’s hot new breast bondage and tit torture (or whatever your favorite catch phrase for torturing and punishing tits and nipples might be.)

This month, as I’ve mentioned, features a new gal from Fantasy Modeling by the name of Moxxie.  In our feature story, Justice Served – written by yours truly – we get to see her go from bare tits ready for whatever punishment we have in store for them, to beaten and basted boobs, to skewered nipples, surrounded by an assortment of fresh fruit and covered in hot chocolate and whipped cream, to served up just the way you’d like.

Is it any wonder I wrote this one?

Also, you’ll be treated to the final chapter of Jude Mason’s Lynn’s Haunting, fresh with new images of Ginger and her tormented tits.  You get wrapped, purple boobs, whipped and pressed against glass, nipples crushed in a car window, and a few nice spanking shots to boot. . . and she wants it.

The text stories – The Test, Feeding the Fire, and The Tit Torturer are by Jude, Marilyn Harris, and an amateur scribe that goes by the pen name of Dark-eyed Angel, respectively.  The first deals with a kinky young lady with a thing for mammograms.  Feeding the Fire is the sequel to Carnival Glass, where one gal sacrifices her breasts for the good of her town.  The Tit Torturer reprints Ms. Angel’s original The Titty Torturer, with a few new Darker Pleasures edits and twists thrown in for good measure.  This “Tale from the Web” as it were, chronicles the exploits of a serial tit torturer who feeds his desires with the breasts and nipples of strangers.

This month’s art is by newcomer Wytchfinder, a Poser specialist in Spanish Inquisition and other historically-based tit torment, and Dementia, the artist with a flair for drawing boobs the size of Manhattan, with punishment to match.

Of course I have to chime in with “Can I Have Those With Whipped Cream?” especially appropriate with Moxxie’s great shots, as well as the usual surveys and stuff.

That pretty much sums up Darker Pleasures for October, 2005.  Now, as I’m known for saying. . . go and do!

~M~

Serenity

2005-10-11T15:57:00.000-07:00

Take my love, take my land,
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don't care, I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
Take me out to the black.
Tell them I ain't comin' back.
Burn the land and boil the sea,
You can't take the sky from me.
There's no place I can be,
Since I found Serenity.
But you can't take the sky from me.*

These words have been stuck in my head since I saw the first hour of Firefly on DVD months ago. Since then, I’ve watched the entire series two or three times. At the moment I’ve managed to supplant them a bit with the soundtrack from “Serenity” – the movie – but they’ll come back.

I mentioned a couple of weeks back, during my self-imposed break from D.P., that I was going to see Serenity. I did. The only reason I haven’t written about it is that I’ve been otherwise occupied. That and, to be honest, I still have this paranoid fear that talking about things besides Darker Pleasures-like stuff on this blog could lead to the wrong people reading stuff they might decide offends them.

And that’s always a problem.

But this movie is just too good not write about just because I’m paranoid. The word needs to be spread, even if it comes from heathen blogs like this one.

Rather than take up space writing about what it’s about, I’ll be lazy and link to one of any number of reviews that have been written about it. This one comes from Danville, KY’s Advocate Messenger:

“Why Stop the Signal When It’s This Good?”

While the fact that Serenity has sprung from the loins of Firefly was instrumental in its creation to begin with, and contributed greatly to its #2 box office showing its first weekend (#1 per theater, actually, it was just in fewer theaters than the competition), I’m afraid that’s playing against it now. People see its geeky fandom as a sign that its not going to be a good movie in its own right.

In that, they are sorely mistaken.

If you have any care for science fiction at all. If you liked Star Wars, Star Trek, Galaxy Quest, Young Guns, Tombstone. . .

“Young Guns. . . Tombstone. . . ?” You ask in bewilderment.

Yes, I didn’t mistype. That would have been very difficult.

You see, Firefly/Serenity is a space western, an unlikely combination to be sure, but one that Joss Whedon pulls off so incredibly you simply have to see it to believe it. It works because he creates such a believable universe 500 years in the future, one that doesn’t involve pointy ears or little green men, that you can relate to it in an instant. He does it because his characters are real from the first moments they come into your life, and they stay real; they leave holes in your gut when they go away, as if you’ve misplaced a beloved family member. His action is real. His angst is real. And you want to be real with it.

I could blather on, but most people that read this blog come here for a different kind of entertainment, so I’ll stop – fingers crossed.

Why, then, do I write this? Because I’m selfish. I want a Serenity II, and the only way to get that for myself is to spread the word. Buy the DVD series. See the movie. See the movie again.

Trust me, it won’t be difficult, and then you’ll understand why I’m doing this

*”The Ballad of Serenity” – Theme to the TV show “Firefly”
Main Title Theme written by: Joss Whedon Performed by: Sonny Rhodes

Where is the Line? - Part 2

2005-10-09T12:49:00.000-07:00

Ok, let’s analyze this discussion a bit.

I think we can all agree that we don’t trust the government when it comes to regulating our freedom to speak, and even more importantly, to think.

I think we all agree that, by and large, thought is not action and therefore should not be subject to any regulation.

Jude, to address your questions, Medicine.net defines pedophilia as follows:

Definition of Pedophilia

Pedophilia: People with pedophilia have fantasies, urges or behaviors that involve illegal sexual activity with a prepubescent child or children (generally age 13 years or younger). Pedophilic behavior includes undressing the child, encouraging the child to watch the abuser masturbate, touching or fondling the child's genitals and forcefully performing sexual acts on the child. Some pedophiles are sexually attracted to children only (exclusive pedophiles) and are not attracted to adults at all. Some pedophiles limit their activity to their own children or close relatives (incest), while others victimize other children. Predatory pedophiles may use force or threaten their victims if they disclose the abuse. Health care providers are legally bound to report such abuse of minors.
This activity constitutes rape and is a felony offense punishable by imprisonment.

On reading that definition objectively, without involving the emotion that usually accompanies this type of discussion, we might all agree that the “fantasies, urges” part should not be regulated, and that it is the fantasy and urge that we address when we write stories involving sex with children.

If, like most of us, people with a preference for fantasizing about sex with kids limited those activities to fantasy land, I’d have conceded the 1st amendment point some time ago. The fact that is not the case is what has caused this thread to be the first in my blog that’s actually gone somewhere – and I’m proud of that.

My point is simply this. If we don’t want the government to get involved, we’d best police ourselves. We, as publishers, writers, and readers of adult erotica had best draw lines that we are willing to support, or the government will draw them for us.

I don’t want someone drawing a line that says erotic tit torture is bad. I don’t think it is. The vast majority of people that fantasize about it never act it out, or if they do so, it is with a consenting adult. Most of the people involved in the Internet erotica business would agree with me, even if tit torture isn’t their thing. There is a portion of the population that are less enlightened. They would disagree with me. That portion, however, does not participate in the creation and distribution process of on-line adult erotica.

Let’s substitute the phrase “sex with kids” for tit torture and see what happens:

I don’t want someone drawing a line that says sex with kids is bad. - Oh, but I do!

I don’t think it is. - Yes, I do!

The vast majority of people that fantasize about it never act it out, or if they do so, it is with a consenting adult. - Unfortunately, a sizeable portion of pedophiles do act it out, and there are no consenting adults involved.

Most of the people involved in the Internet erotica business would agree with me, even if tit torture isn’t their thing. - I hazard that most people dealing in anything resembling legal erotica have the same opinion about sex with kids that I have.

There is a portion of the population that are less enlightened. They would disagree with me. - This is one topic that most everyone on both sides of the political fence can agree on.

That portion, however, does not participate in the creation and distribution process of on-line adult erotica. - And they are the ones that will push for the government to participate if we in the business don’t draw a line.

Bottom line. We either come together in this business and say, “Sorry, but we won’t do business with anyone that peddles anything furthering child porn.” We define it. We get involved with the ASACP and their associates, or the government will.

We can cry foul until the cows come home, but if we don’t take a stand, if we stick to our idealistic guns, stick our heads in the sand, and continue whining, there won’t be any free speech to be had.

Where is the Line?

2005-10-07T21:47:00.000-07:00

In my daily batch of mail, today, I received an X-Biz Newsletter that had the following article:

Red Rose Stories Closed by FBI

You can ask Jude Mason about my initial reaction. I think my recently diagnosed ulcer look a very negative leap toward the bleeding side of the equation. But thanks to a bit of behind-the-scenes research on my part, and on the part of the wonderful Ms. Mason, it seems that Miss Rose was not very discriminating in her publishing habits.

As I wrote on the X-Biz boards:

“At first, this article busted my chops, but on further investigation, she even admits to publishing kiddie porn, and a bit of Google searching easily turns such stories up. She also admits to bestiality, scat and other fringe fetishes. My bet is you'll find snuff stories, too.

While most everyone, myself included, has tended to think that the written word was safe, publishing kiddie porn in any shape, form, or fashion is likely to draw very unwanted attention. And, as loosely interpreted as the term 'obscenity' is, you should bet your bippy that you stand a good chance of getting tagged if there are kids involved, even if it's prose, with the new federal push going on.

Painting a big red "X" across your site's home page would probably be safer. And, at the risk of drawing considerable fire here, if we as adult webmasters are willing to really condone any kind of child porn under the guise of FANTASY, I'd suggest perhaps the industry might have some of the scrutiny it's getting coming.”

Unlike this blog, the X-Biz boards are visited by tons of people, many with credentials that make mine look pale. I have no doubt I’ll catch heat from some staunch 1st amendmenters. But, flame broiled or not, I’ll stand by that assertion. Just because we can do a thing legally (though perhaps questionably so) is it the right thing to do? I simply can’t agree with tolerating child pornography in any guise, and I have to reluctantly agree with any government agency that seeks to shut it down.

Please feel free to argue with me. A little spirited debate in this blog would pep me up immensely. Be warned, however, that you won’t change my mind.

Unfortunately, we have no real reason to believe that Red Rose was tagged because of the extreme content. I hope that’s the case. I’ll even choose to believe that’s the case. My fear, however, is that today’s child porn in the eyes of the feds may well be tomorrow’s erotic BDSM. If I choose to think child porn, bestiality, and snuff cross a line, who’s to say my line is the same as the government’s?

Rose may be right – we may only be safe in writing consensual sex between married partners (male and female) during the three non-menstrual weeks of a month in the dark when the children are at school.

Like I also wrote in my X-Biz post, “While a lot of people might be willing to breathe a sigh of relief knowing that they don't have the "really bad" stuff, I'm not certain that holding your breath isn't still in order.”

If I start turning blue, I’ll let you know.

Nipple Orgasms - Urban Legend?

2005-09-28T17:25:00.000-07:00

I got one of those intriguing letters today.  You’d know it would come on a day that I’d planned on working on pictures for the site.

Yeah, I know I said I was going to wait on working until next week, but I’d just pay the price for procrastinating later.  Besides, I guess the male hormones are running.  Prepping pictures of Moxxie’s nipples being turned into skewered, whipped cream and hot chocolate-covered, fruit kabobs really sounded fun.

Anyway, the letter came from a young lady (old, middle-aged. . . ah. . . I guess that’s just an assumption, actually) that wanted information about where she could find a picture or video site that specialized in nipple orgasms.

Now, I wrote a few blogs back about the deal with small niches, and how I’d thought the tit torture niche was small until I realized how many sub-niches it held.  Now I have someone asking about nipple orgasm sites.  Just call me clueless.

But, as I said, it intrigued me, so I went hunting. . . and hunting. . .

. . . and hunting. . .

I found a couple of sites that talked about it.  The E.R.W.A. site, that’s Erotic Readers and Writers Association, had an interesting thread discussing gals that get off on having their nipples stimulated, but it was mostly bloggy kind of response stuff.  There was one mention of a movie called The Ladies Club: Poker Night, and a few of the posters talked about how they’d come just from having their nipples sucked and bitten, but it wasn’t really what my writer was looking for.

Sharen Austen’s site had a short article on nipple orgasm that was pretty informative from a scientific perspective.  It discussed how women that produce a lot of the chemical Oxytocin can have orgasms just from having their nipples sucked, but you can’t expect a health site to recommend porn sites – and she didn’t.

Then there were the gazillion spam links that had the phrase “nipple orgasm” stuck in the middle of the text without any sense.  I really think Google should blacklist those things.

Anyway, since I do need to do other things, I gave up.  Not that I’m not still intrigued.  It would be great info for all of the subscribers.  Though I’m not sure it would actually tie into our theme a lot, especially given what Austen said about the sucking thing.  While I really love the topic, nipple sucking isn’t exactly torture, unless it’s done with a shop vac.  Hm. . . there goes that light bulb.

Anyway (again), if any of you tens of thousands of readers (a generous estimate based on the hope that someday Google’s blog search will rank this blog number one in its category) can point me toward what my e-mailer was looking for I’d be much obliged.  So would she.

As far as Darker Pleasures’ theme goes, I’d be tickled with info about nipple torture orgasms.  I’ll take biting, of course, given my proclivity for such things, but orgasms resulting solely from nipple piercing, whipping, clamping, filleting, sautéing, soufleing, and any other – ing you can think of, would be good for me.

I know that the addition of well-timed nipple torture to a thorough clitoral romp does it for a lot of gals – I mean, that’s what I get paid to publish – but, though I’ve published stories about women coming solely from having their love buds and breasts flayed, pressed, and otherwise abused, I’ve never really found a diary of someone that had the “little death” just by having her nipples and areoli ravished raw.

And, since I know that Gracie and Jude, two fine, upstanding, decadent, and otherwise world-wise and wonderful ladies, link to this blog, maybe their readership could help me out, too.

The more the merrier, I always say.  Nipple orgasms or nipple torture orgasms, anyone?  Inquiring minds want to know.

Children, This is NOT About Harry Potter!

2005-09-26T17:47:00.000-07:00

*Warning! – Children, this weblog is for adults only. It only vaguely talks about Harry Potter, City of Heroes, or “Serenity,” and then only because even adult website publishers have a life outside of naked women. If you aren’t eighteen or older, and you came here as a result of a search engine’s search results (or any other reason, actually), please go to a web site that really talks at length about whatever the subject you’re looking for happens to be – unless it happened to be a pornographic search, in which case, GO WASH YOUR EYES OUT WITH SOAP, devil child! – End warning!

The burning questions in my life are:

Is Snape really evil, or is there a good explanation for why he allegedly killed Dumbledore?

Will Harry and Ginny get back together?

Will Hermione and Ron get together (if they’re not already together – it was kind of hard to figure out)?

Isn’t there some law that says that J.K. Rowling must serve prison time for leaving us with such a sucky ending?

OK, here’s the deal. First we had Katrina, then we had Rita. I’ve worked my ass off the last couple of weeks, so I’ve treated myself to some well deserved time off from Darker Pleasures. I’ve played far too much "City of Heroes," and I finally finished "Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince." This Friday, “Serenity” is going to be released and I plan on making the first show – standing in a long line if necessary – wearing my “Joss Whedon is My Master Now” t-shirt.

Monday I’ll start busting my ass on the web site.

In the mean time I’ll continue to reply to e-mails and such, as I have been. And I’ll reply to replies to this blog. Given the subject matter, I fully expect more responses than I’ve received from previous posts.

Harry Potter combined with Darker Pleasures. . . Hm. . . maybe I should preface this whole thing with a special disclaimer. God forbid this blog should get spidered and distributed world-wide through Google and some conservative watchdog group turns me in to the feds for luring kids to a porn site.

Heck, I can’t even talk about Harry Potter without worrying about this administration. Oh, that’s right, according to the same people, H.P. is demonic anyway – I’m damned any way it goes. I forget.

Matt Nicholson - Nobel Nominee

2005-09-17T08:18:00.000-07:00

I get letters.  Really.  Not nearly as many as I like, but I get them.

Many of them come from people expressing preferences for one thing or another.  And there are a lot of times where one letter contradicts another.  That happened just today in fact.  One writer wants more romance while the other wants us to toss the cares of the victim-in-question out the window and go about the business of torturing her tits into oblivion.

I never would have thunk it when I first started in this business.

I mean, look at what we do.  We do tit torture. It’s a relatively small niche in the BDSM line, all things considered.  You start with just BDSM – your basic “someone gets hurt and gets off on it” thing.  That’s a big slice of the erotica pie.  There are sites that cater to that, that feature a veritable smorgasborg of stuff.

Then you have sites that cater to everything that involves men as the. . . victims, if you will.  And sites that cater to women as the victim.

Then you have sites that specialize in, say, spanking, or cock and ball torture, or pussy torture, or. . . tit torture.  Like I said, a small piece of the puzzle.  But you’d be surprised how much variety there is in such a small piece, and how hard it is to please everyone.

I have a thing for creating scales or continuums.  In my Breast Punishment Primer, I created the tongue-in cheek Matt Nicholson Continuum of Needle Pain and Agony – The MNCNPA for short.  In the MNCNPA I gauge the amount of pain cause by something being stuck into some lovely’s breast or nipple on a scale from, "What?!  Is it in yet?" to "Holyfuckwhatthehellgoddamnareyoudoing
that'smytitnotagoddamnrailtoadtie!!!"   It’s a fun exercise.

For the purposes of my current rambling blog, I’ve created a new scale.  I call it the Play Toy Continuum.  Maybe I’ll come up with a better name later, but I haven’t had my coffee yet this morning.

Basically, the Play Toy Continuum – or PTC for short – measures what audience a particular story or photo set tends to cater versus another.

It works like this:

On the left end of the spectrum, the dom is basically the play toy of the sub.  While subbette is subjected to one variety of tit torment or the other, it is solely what she wants, and there is a whole lot of gushing-pussy-swollen-clit-multiple-orgasm kind of stuff going on.  Regardless of the setting and circumstances, it’s the dominant’s job to meet the sexual needs of the submissive with no regard to the actual sexual needs of the dom.  I use the term “dominant” instead of “man” because it ain’t always guys doing the dirty work.

For the sake of brevity, I won’t call this the “gushing-pussy-swollen-clit-multiple-orgasm” pole.  Instead I’ll call it the “Dom as Toy” pole. That’s much easier.

On the other end of the spectrum, the sub is solely the play toy of the dom.  There is absolutely no regard for the sub’s pleasure, so long as beating, crushing, skewering, biting, slapping, or otherwise abusing the submissive’s  breasts is what the dominant enjoys.  Rather than calling this the “beating, crushing, skewering, biting, slapping, or otherwise abusing” end, I’ll call it the “Sub as Toy” end.  Again, far simpler.

Now, it should be easy to see that there is a big difference between “Dom as Toy” and “Sub as Toy.”  So, while the tiny niche of tit torture might seem, well. . .  small. . . there is a lot of room for conflict.

It’s my job as Publisher to try to balance the differences so that as many people are satisfied with the variety – and, thus keep the subscription flowing – as I can.  Stories like this month’s “Sha’ana, The Sheik, and Saladin,” written by Giovanni Boccaccio, fit comfortably on the “Sub as Toy” end of the PTC.  Sha’ana, and her ripe breasts and nipples, are nothing more than objects for the use of the men, play toys to make cocks get hard without a concern one for Sha’ana’s feelings.

I would hazard a guess that this kind of story isn’t going to do a lot for the folks that prefer the “Dom as Toy” stuff.  But we have stories for those people, too.

Most of our stories fall somewhere in between.  That’s basically because we try to aim them that way.  Let’s use “Sha’ana. . .” as an example.  Had Boccaccio decided to write that Sha’ana had been raised to see tit torture as being erotic, then – despite the evils being lavished on her breasts – she could have derived some sexual pleasure from the experience of being dragged by them through town and having them whipped by half the men in a five mile radius.  It may not have been as historically accurate, but it would have moved toward the middle a bit.

Then he could have written that the humiliation was from not only having her breasts tortured in public, but from being subject to public orgasm while doing so.  Her breast are tormented while she is being screwed with a magical, orgasm-inducing dildo in front of the frothing crowd. The possibilities go on and on.

Pictures work the same way, though it becomes a bit more difficult to cater to the radical “Sub as Toy” crowd given that most of the gals that donate their breasts to our cause prefer to keep them attached and breast-like in appearance.  Go figure.

Extreme “Sub as Toy”ists subscribe hoping that we’ll have picture after picture of skewered nipples, breasts bound so tight that they look like those old-fashioned black bowling balls you’d find at the five-laned alley downtown, and other such hospital-requiring action.

Fundamental “Dom as Toy”ists subscribe looking for stories of women whose breasts and nipples are tormented using the perfect combination of pleasure and pain until they have the orgasm of their lives, or orgasms of their lives.

Luckily, most folks aren’t radicals, extremists, or fundamentalists.  Otherwise, the tight rope we walk in order to try to publish a variety of stuff that makes everyone happy would be even tougher, if not damned near impossible.  With Darker Pleasures, we try to help everyone live in harmony.

It isn’t an easy job, but somebody has to do it.  Feel free to nominate me for the Nobel Peace Prize if you like.

Donate Books for Katrina

2005-09-16T09:30:00.000-07:00

I have all sorts of newsworthy things to blog about today, but since I’m on a lunch break with limited time, I’ll hit the good one now and see if time allows me to hit the other ones tonight.

Gracie, the wonderful woman behind Sex-Kitten and other fun sites I’ve mentioned before, dropped me the following quick note (she’s danged near as swamped as I am):

Hi, Matt!

Our publishing company has partnered with BookCrossing & the Salvation Army to collect book donations for the Katrina Survivors:

http://ephemerabound.com/katrinabooks/

If you can post this anywhere, or have contacts for us, please let me know. (I am very busy with press on this, but am happy to follow up on any big leads!)

Thanks!

Another great cause for folks that were clothes-lined by Katrina, and one we could all probably help out with without stressing our pocketbooks any further than our gas pump bank loans will allow.

Just another reason why Gracie’s tops in my book.

On three. . . 1 – 2 – 3. . . groan!

Back to the grind.

September's Issue is Live

2005-09-14T15:51:00.000-07:00

It’s September 14, 2005, and this month’s issue of Darker Pleasures is live.

That’s thirty hours and thirty-five minutes ahead of deadline, by my watch.  Given this month’s trials and tribulations, I have just one comment:  “Yay, me!”

Anyway, this month features Marilyn Harris’ new story, “The Blue-Eyed Man,” with six galleries of incredible nipple clamping, breast bondage (and a few other fun things to boot) of Shadowplay Imaging’s Tobi.

The serial photo-story brings us the second section, parts two and three, of Jude Mason’s “Lynn’s Haunting,” the sequel to her earlier feature, “Haunting Lynn.”  It’s accompanied by two more galleries of Fantasy Modeling’s Ginger, “The English Tart,” who gets her pert breasts whipped, clamped, and otherwise punished.

The text stories are by Jude Mason, “Memoirs of a Masochist – Part 2” – continuing her tale of the newlyweds who play fast and loose with her beautiful boobs, this time taking in some piercing that’ll have you drooling.  Bonnie Dee brings us “Nature Hike,” a story about the price of infidelity in the great out-of-doors.

New to Darker Pleasures is Giovanni Boccaccio who treats us to “Sha’ana, the Sheik, and Saladin.”  Originally published in the BDSM Library, this lavishly written historical relates the trial of a former princess turned slave, who rejects her new master and pays the ultimate price.  While it is laced with some incredible tit torture scenes, this one ends with a bang, and is a bit harder edged than some of our stories.

I’d actually considered asking for a re-write of the ending for our audiences, but given the historical setting, I decided to exercise my god-like editorial discretion and leave it as is.  The really rough stories generally get the rave reviews from our more masculine subscribers.  I expect this one will definitely lean toward the testosterone crowd.

Back to the line-up, this months art, all thirty drawings, are by an assortment of artists. And, of course, there’s my new monthly look into my favorite pictures, “Can I Have Those With Whipped Cream?”

There’s the schpiel.  Now I have to go and spread the word.  Marketing is such a pain.

If you’re a member, enjoy.  If you’re not, then maybe this blog’ll get you there.  If it doesn’t, well, I hope my wit was entertaining.

Los Angeles is Down, and So Are We

2005-09-12T15:42:00.000-07:00

This is the day from hell.

OK, probably not quite the day from hell, but it’s right up there.

I can reads your minds now.  “What the frap is this?  Here he goes days on end without gracing us with a word, and when he finally decides to write, it’s bad news.  What a dick!”

Maybe that isn’t exactly what the three of you are thinking, but it’s a good guess.

So, what’s the bad news, you ask?

Well, you see, Los Angeles is in the midst of a humongous power blackout.  That’s gotta suck.  They’ve called a state of emergency, not because they think it’s terror related, because they don’t, but because they’re about ready to have a whole bunch of west coasters really pissed off.  You need to have everyone available when that many people get pissed.

Unfortunately, a huge power blackout in L.A. has ripple effects world wide.  For instance, let’s say – hypothetically – that a website is hosted in L.A.  Let’s say that host has redundant locations on opposite sides of town, making it a very good host indeed.  And, while we’re saying, let’s say that the blackout covers both areas.

That website – and all it’s neighbors on all that host’s servers – would be screwed for the duration of the blackout, wouldn’t they.

Screwed, thy name is Darker Pleasures.

So, in reality, I’m hoping that all our loyal subscribers made note of this blog, and have come here to find out why they can’t get their daily serving of breast bondage and tit torture.  If they did, then at least they may wait with a bit of sympathy while Los Angeles figures out what’s going on.

I hope you’ve downloaded your favorite pictures of tormented breasts and tortured nipples, at least enough to keep you healthy until this blows over.

It could be worse.  Our host could have been in New Orleans.

In the mean time, I’ll go back to prepping September with one hand and tearing my hair out with the other.

Not usually what you do with one hand when you think about Darker Pleasures, huh?

*Nicholson’s note:  This is the second blog I’ve done about this.  After typing the first for ten minutes, I accidentally deleted it.  Oh, and did I mention I blew the transmission in my car?

Thanks to the New Folks!

2005-09-06T17:31:00.000-07:00

Since I’m down to one week plus until the September issue is published, and there are quite a few other irons in the fire this coming week, my blogging time is limited.

So what’s new, right?

Anyway, I did want to take time to welcome everyone that subscribed to Darker Pleasures during our Labor Day weekend donation drive.  Thanks to you, the Red Cross will end up with a couple hundred more dollars in its coffers to help out the “evacuees.”  I was told that term is more politically correct than “refugee.”

So, just out of curiosity, I just now looked it up.

Dictionary.com says,”One who flees in search of refuge, as in times of war, political oppression, or religious persecution.”

The American Heritage Dictionary says, “An individual seeking refuge or asylum; especially : an individual who has left his or her native country and is unwilling or unable to return to it because of persecution or fear of persecution.”

Webster’s Legal Dictionary says, “An exile who flees for safety.”

I could go into the definition of “exile,” but let’s suffice it to say the folks that are leaving/have left New Orleans aren’t.  So, three out of three dictionaries support the fact that “evacuee” is not only politically correct, it’s accurate.

I’ll start gnawing on my crow now.

In any case, thanks to everyone again for choosing to subscribe this past weekend.  We hope the contribution serves our neighbors in Louisiana well.

Darker Pleasures is Donating

2005-09-02T18:29:00.000-07:00

After my last post I started thinking about the different ways I could help with the disaster relief through Darker Pleasures.  Though my options were limited, one came easily – donate.

So, effective at midnight this evening through midnight Monday night, 50% of all our new subscriptions will be donated to the American Red Cross – Hurricane Katrina Disaster Relief Fund.

On a personal level I’ve already donated.  I’ll likely be doing much more before all is said and done.  It’s the least I could do.   But, while most businesses can donate without anyone blinking an eye, it isn’t as kosher accepting money from certain “undesirable” sources.

But “undesirable” is in the eye of the beholder, and I doubt that the people that are suffering in New Orleans care much if their meal came from a church or from “The Tit Torture Specialists.”

So, if you know anyone that was looking at us curiously, press them a bit.  If they don’t want to contribute by joining our site, then there are many other ways to do so.

I really don’t care, just so long as everyone pulls together on this.  But for the grace of your favorite deity, it could be you.

When is it Time for Sacrifice?

2005-09-01T11:00:00.000-07:00

During the last few days, in between nightly prep sessions for the September issue, I take time to check in on the goings on in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama.  The scope of what I see is awe inspiring in a very scary way.  When I stop to think about how something like that might affect me, and the people I care about, I realize that no amount of contingency plans would help.  I realize that my very survival might well depend on the generosity of people in the next state, or the next country, and that’s a very daunting thought.

This blog is basically supposed to be about Darker Pleasures.  And while most other webmasters of for-profit websites might studiously avoid the issue, at least in a public forum accessible to their members, I’m a realist – and I trust my subscribers to be realists as well.  In that spirit of realism, I’d have to be frank and let you know that Darker Pleasures would be a ways down the priority list.

I wasn’t directly affected by Little Katy.  I’m dry and well, as is my family. My computers are up and running, my supply of content safe and secure. My schedule is – by and large – unchanged.  So I keep plugging on DP, making certain that my five year record of nary a late issue remains pristine.

But, in my day job, I hold a position that may give me the opportunity to travel to the hurricane ravaged area to lend a hand.  I find myself torn.  While I, and those that would travel with me, could help in some ways others couldn’t, leaving the computer behind – as would be necessary – would mean that Darker Pleasures would stay behind as well.  It would mean delaying an issue for a week or two, or maybe more.  Human nature being what it is, I rather doubt that my subscriber base would all be as understanding.  In short, I’m rather certain that DP would take a financial hit that would be painful at best, and disastrous at worst.

And that makes me wonder about priorities. . . about mine. . . about everyone else’s.  At what point should money become secondary?  At what point should helping your fellow man necessitate a sacrifice?  Unfortunately, I’m just not certain I’m ready to test those questions.  Not here, from the comfort of my office, with Darker Pleasures waiting.

Does that make me a selfish person?

I don’t know for sure, but regardless, you can rest assured that Darker Pleasures will be published on or before the 15th of the month.

I’ll figure out how that makes me feel and get back to you.

Two in one night - Hallelujah!

2005-08-29T18:37:00.000-07:00

I have two good reasons for doing two posts in one night – three, actually.  First, I just got a new blogging toy that lets me blog from the comfort of my own Microsoft Word instead of having to log in to Blogspot, and I just had to play with it.  Neat new title thing, huh?

Second, I owe those of you that read this stuff (all three of you) at least something for waiting six days between blogs.

And, third, I just got my X-Biz newsletter and I’m grinning.

The first headline reads:  Aria Giovanni Teams with Brickhouse Mobile

You see, we nabbed Aria back in 2001 for my “Tool Time” story.  It was our first time to use a model besides Christine Dannemont and a photographer besides yours truly.  It was Aria’s first bout with tit torture.  And, while the shoot was a little on the tame side, she was incredible, gorgeous, and with tits to die for, an immediate hit.

Since then she’s gone on to do all the things the article talks about.  But, as the fame of Aria Giovanni continues to grow, our 200 plus shots of her tormented breasts become quite the commodity.  And commodities are a good thing.

Aria, you go, girl!

The second headline reads: FSC Expects Action Before 2257 Injunction Expires

Frankly, I just can’t see how the judge can possibly rule in favor of the government.  But I’ve blogged there already.  If Thursday goes the way I hope and expect, you can expect some kind of wildly enthusiastic blog the likes of New Years Eve in Times Square.

Of course, if it goes the way I expect, I have a week of work just re-linking all the content we had to pull when the new and disproved 2257 went into effect, but such is the life of a BDSM publisher.

Back to work now.

2005-08-29T17:00:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting here listening to Electric Light Orchestra's "Balance of Power" and prepping shots of Tobi for September's publication -- or, at least I was until I remembered it's been almost a week since I've blogged.

I really don't have a topic in mind. I just figured this would be a good reason to take a break from looking at clamped and noosed nipples. Not, mind you, that there's a thing wrong with the ones I'm looking at. It fact, it was her bound titties that first made me reconsider whether or not I actually liked breast bondage. Up until Seether shot her back in "The Gas Man," I was really kind of ambivalent. I'm much more a nipple and areola man.

It's funny how the term "tit man" doesn't quite go into enough detail any more, huh?

Anyway, Tobi's breasts aren't the largest. I'd hazard a guess they'd fill a "C" cup. But the day I got the shots of them bound, expertly of course, by Seether, I developed a new interest in both breast bondage and plums. So, to get back to where I began, there are worse things than looking at Tobi's breasts for hours on end.

Much worse, actually. Katrina is making a mess of the gulf coast, and out of Internet sales. Not that I blame people for setting aside their search for porn while their computers are eight feet under water, mind you. Never let it be said, though, that natural disasters don't affect everyone. And speaking of, I just took out a loan to fill my S.U.V. I got a great interest rate, though. And they're saying that Little Katy, as I lovingly call her, is going to drive prices higher.

All the more reason to appreciate Tobi's breasts.

So, is anyone reading this? It's been fourteen days since the August issue was published, letting the subscribers know about the new blog. Response has been, well. . . typical. Every reply I've received has been from non-members. Go figure.

Next month the feature story's going to be "Justice Served," my take on the Moxxie-as-dessert shots I was talking about earlier*. I'm really hoping people enjoy the food theme for awhile. I never know exactly what photographers will take any given scenario, so I sent three food scenarios out, expecting one to get picked up. I guess the economy's affecting photographers and models, too, since all three got scarfed up.

It's not the first time that's happened to me. I think it's the third time, actually. The neat thing about it is seeing how different photographers handle the same shot breakdown. I've always been pleased, but then they're all of tortured tits.

You know, I miss E.L.O. And, now that your eyes are completely crossed, I'll go back to work.

That's why I call 'em "Ramblings."

* I just realized I haven't talked about Moxxie-as-dessert, at least not here. I suspect that falls under the category of "senility," an excuse I'm claiming more and more often lately. Moxxie is Fantasy Modeling's latest find. She's had various luscious body parts tied, whipped and tormented by the likes of Hogtied and Paintoy, and graciously volunteered her tits for some special Darker Pleasures attention. I'll just drop one hint, and then I'm really going back to work.

Fruit Kabobs.

Have a good one.

2005-08-23T17:49:00.000-07:00

Here's the headline of the day:

New U.K. Laws Combat Violent Porn

What did I tell you?

Now, admittedly, I'm not much of a proponent of necro, snuff or asphyxia. To be brutally honest, I've read a few of these types of stories and seen more than a few visual simulations in my travels as Publisher for a BDSM website to be able to say they pretty much turn my stomach almost as much as kiddie porn. In fact, if I were able to trust the motives of any government any further than I could proverbially throw them, I'm not 100% sure I'd be against the types of laws this article discusses.

Would that make me a little hypocritical? Possibly. Darker Pleasures isn't without a story or two that, if they were to take place in real life, would fall in a shady area of legal. That said, none of our stories involve murdering anyone (brutally or otherwise), hanging them (at least by the neck until they're dead), or having sex with their cold and discarded bodies.

Yet, while blackmailing someone into consent, or otherwise traversing that border between consent and something less than agreed upon (something a few of our stories have done in the pursuit of erotic tit torture) is not technically legal, it doesn't quite rise to the level of illegality that the aforementioned activities scale.

But I'm digressing really big time here.

The bottom line to my first line, or two, is that I was right in my last blog. I didn't expect to be supported by the Brits quite so quickly, but you take it when it comes. As the article says, any research that's been done to support the theory that pornography of any kind causes the behavior it depicts is flimsy at best, and is contradicted by other research that says exactly the opposite.

So, until they can prove the correlation -- something that won't happen legitimately, at least not in my book -- than it can be argued that it should only be outlawed if the making of said sexual material is already illegal because it involves the actual:

Victimization of children. . .
Abuse of animals. . .
Raping or killing someone. . .
Assaulting or torturing someone. . .
Having sex with dead people. . .

But, until such time as the proof hits the pudding that there is a direct correlation between this type of adult fare and the crazy crimes committed by the likes of Dennis Rader and Graham Coutts, going after the people that really commit crimes to make the images should be the government's job, not regulating the fantasy life of it's citizens.

It's a convoluted mess, and it makes me feel like Jekyl and Hyde at times, but until governments do what they do for the right reasons, and not to play politics for power, we simply shouldn't trust them not to kick our door in someday just because we have a subscription to Darker Pleasures.

Think about it.

2005-08-18T14:51:00.000-07:00

My guess is that there are a lot of people out there -- not necessarily anyone reading this blog, mind you -- that think that I should be having a crisis of conscience about now.

I've been keeping up a bit with Dennis Rader, AKA the BTK Killer, since his arrest. Recent revelations from court have confirmed my worst fears. He says hs "bind, torture, kill" murders were sexually motivated. I'm not big into cursing, but I must admit to having uttered an expletive or two on reading the excerpts from his confession. Basically, he says he just acted on his fantasies.

"Oh, shit!"

The only thing he could have said that would have been worse -- that would have played even better into the hands of the religious conservative faction that considers Darker Pleasures and other BDSM sites to be the work of Satan -- would have been that he said he did it after having spent years looking at Internet BDSM sites.

OK, if his horrific acts had been centered around tit torture, that would have been a granddaddy nightmare. Yeah, and if he'd specifically mentioned Darker Pleasures, I'd probably be drawing dotted lines across my wrists and pricing razor blades.

Yet, while it's very easy for bible-belters to point fingers, the bottom line is that this guy was a lunatic.

Most folks have fantasies that can involve consenting adults. Usually these fantasies start in adolescence, at least for guys. Kids sneak Victoria's secrets catalogs from the trash or swap hentai. In my day they snuck catalogs from the trash and raided dad's Playboy stash. You don't think they fantasized about something squeezing those two dimensional titties like water balloons? Sure they did, It's not like they can walk up to their favorite crush and squeeze her tits just for the hell of it.

As we get older, our tastes change. In our early adult lives, the word "fuck" actually takes on a rather enjoyable physical meaning, yet many of us don't always have an avenue to handle that little urge. Damn straight we fantasized about the gals (or guys, ladies) that we wacked off over. We imagine their breasts oozing between our fingers, he think rather well of our imaginary self's prowess as he slaps his cock deep into her so that her tits sway mightily, and she comes eighteen times, telling us all the while how studly we are.

Then we come all over a towel. But -- senility or not -- I don't personally recall ever going out and raping anyone.

If a person's fantasies can't involve consenting adults easily, they still find something relatively acceptable to accompany their masturbatory exercise. Let's say (picking an example out of the blue) one dreams about being able to go free-for-all with a pair of healthy jugs while we bang away -- without fear of hearing "Ow, that hurts, " or "Will you hold me first?" Or perhaps one dreams about having their own jugs manhandled by one hairy-chested construction worker while another does deep tongue exercises between one's legs.

In either case, we don't just go kidnap the first set of double-Ds we can find or turn ourselves over to the next to hairy-chested construction workers that stroll by. We fantasize and apply whatever toys we can use to get there. We let their fingers do the walking, clean up, smoke a cigarette or eat an ice cream sandwich, and then go cook, mow the lawn, or head back to work.

If Darker Pleasures wasn't around for the fans of breast bondage and tit torture, then they'd find some other way to imagine their favorite fantasy. But the vast majority of them won't go to a small town and start kidnapping the female population. My guess is that none of them will.

And why, do you think, that is?

Because they aren't -- like Rader, Dahmer, Bundy, Berkowitz and the rest -- lunatics. Lunatics will be lunatics regardless of Playboy or Darker Pleasures. It's just an unfortunate fact of humanity. Cut their balls off with dull, red hot spoons, feed them to sharks. I don't really care. But don't blame us, and don't restrict healthy fantasies, acted on in the privacy of one's own hands, just because these lunatics coincidentally had fantasies that seemed similar.

So, sorry Biff and Buffy Biblebelter out there. . . My name's Matt. I publish erotic fantasy that involves tying up tits and doing all sorts of kinky things with breasts and nipples. There's no crisis of conscience here.

2005-08-16T23:48:00.000-07:00

It's been a good day. A very good day. This coming after a long, relaxing weekend. I'm waiting for a shoe to drop.

But, in the mean time, I'll discuss my day a bit.

Last night, while surfing the net for potential artists, I stumbled on a website that hadn't been there last year. It wasn't really one I'd expected to find, and doing so -- to be totally honest -- didn't exactly thrill me.

The website was called simple, "deMullotto."

For those of you that aren't into BDSM art, deMullotto is one of the most well known BDSM artists around. His work dates back to the sixties, and his ability to imagine, and depict, really incredible tit torture is all but unrivaled. To be totally honest, he's one of my favorite BDSM artists.

Which begs the question, "Why wasn't I thrilled."

Well, to continued in my total honesty, I wasn't thrilled because I've already published 36 of his drawings in my site. These are all wonderful pictures that I've found here and there, pictures that I thought certain were long since in the public domain, as no one seemed to have seen hide nor hair of deMullotto in years.

The fact that he now had a website pretty much negated those assumptions. And, unlike many of the folks out there that publish art willy-nilly without regard for the artist, I realized immediately that I was in copyright violation -- a no-no in my book for moral reasons if not legal. So, I did the right thing and I wrote him, asking for permission to keep the images, expecting exactly the opposite -- and not blaming him a bid if he said, "No," though I'd have been depressed at having to remove more content.

To my surprise, he wrote me back as soon as he received my e-mail. It was rather like receiving an e-mail from a favorite actor, to tell you the truth. Not only did he say I could keep the images up, but he offered to send me more as he created them when he was tooling around with some of the new computer art programs he'd begun tooling around with. I was stunned, pleased as punch, but stunned. I mean, I've been thoroughly ignored by much lesser artists.

And, here I was, just getting to the point where I thought professional courtesy was dead.

Then I received the upload from Fantasy Content with new pictures of a gal named Moxxie. This set had been ordered to complement the dessert theme, as requested by some of our subscribers, with some real pictures. I'd asked the photographer/rigger for the moon. I expected maybe the International Space Station.

Instead of the half-complete orbiting platform I figured would be the best I'd get, I got the bright side of the moon, molten chocolate, and all. No, my moon isn't made of cheese, though I did get the holes. And to show just how cruel I am, you'll have to wait until the pics are published in October. I'm actually going to write the story myself. I can do that, you see. I'm the boss.

And, I'm already a couple of pages into it, which means I got to write some tonight, too.

Now, if only the war would end, common sense would reign, and gasoline would drop back down below a buck a gallon.

To hell with it, I'm going to go write some more.

2005-08-12T17:27:00.000-07:00

Welp, today's the big day.

I just finished uploading the August issue. With any luck, after sifting through the hundreds of new pictures of Darling and Ginger and their bedeviled tits, reading Lee's, Jude's, Leo's, and Marilyn's stories, gazing in wonder at the art, and chuckling at my new monthly photo-article "Can I Have Those with Whipped Cream," all my adoring subscribers will soon find this blog and will inundate me with praise and worship.

I live in a fantasy world, you see.

But fantasies are so much fun, don't you think? I mean, where would we be without them? Everyone has them. Darker Pleasures caters to them. Why should I be an exception?

Now, a lot of people may wonder what kind of fantasies a man that has actually gotten to do the things we photograph has?

Well, guys and girls, you might notice, while very cleverly listing all the new stuff that just hit the Internet in the August issue, I left out the third text piece. And therein lies the fantasies of a BDSM publisher. That piece is called "Darker Pleasures Desserts." And, while I spell out the reasons for my creating this tempting masterpiece of culinary wonder (Gods, I can get flowery, can't I?) in its preface, I really don't admit to just how much fun I had writing it.

Check your thesaurus for the word, "lots."

As I mentioned in last month's Rambling, I admit to having a bit more of an oral fixation than most folks will admit to. Most of our subscribers have read my stuff, and realize that's where I wander.

Not that I'm alone in those wanderings. There are a bunch of people out there that have somewhat cannibalistic oral gratification fantasies -- witness the success of sites like Muki's Kitchen, for example. And, after looking through Muki's, though I find a lot of their pictures erotic as blazes, I tend to think my rather narrow breast focus is far less radical than, say, computer enhanced rotisseries.

If people were honest, though, I bet my nipple chomping fancies are less rare than one might think. As I've said, I'd hazard a guess that lots of people would sacrifice body parts to get to nibble a bit. Is there some kind of moral line in the sand that divides the nipple suckers and tit nibblers from the folks that really bite, or really want to? And, if biting is a natural desire, what is so off about fantasizing -- in a theoretical, virtual reality, A Wish with Wings, vampire, alien-kidnapping, unbelievably kinky sex-slave, sort of way -- about indulging in some. . .

(I'm looking for a good euphemism, here)

. . . breast-oriented culinary experimentation?

I mean, we start off with them in our mouth. We hit puberty and immediately start trying to figure out how to get them back in our mouth. Aren't Darker Pleasures Desserts just a natural progression?

Or do you think I'm really a screaming nutcase?

2005-08-11T19:21:00.000-07:00

I actually have an entire night to kill.

The August issue is ready, and I'll probably upload it tomorrow evening. Yeah, it's three days early, but I always try to get it out early if I can. No sense making the paying folks wait just because I say the 15th. Besides, it's not entirely altruistic, getting it up tomorrow (no pun intended, so get your minds out of the gutter) leaves me with the entire weekend free to play, and Monday night free to go school supply shopping.

See, even us purveyors of smut have lives.

And, speaking of purveyors of smut, I think I'll take this time to talk about a few folks that, though not as neck deep in it as I am, are certainly well up to their waists -- lucky for me.

You may have read the playful bantering of a couple of them in comments to my rambling blog entries -- Jude and Gracie.

Jude, would be Jude Mason. She writes. She writes a lot. Not only has she written better than twenty stories for Darker Pleasures, and several other short stories published all over the place, she's published two novels -- the Renebooks publication of Who Races - Who Wins, and another available through Venus Press titled The Deal . Besides all that writing, she has her own really cool website, My Haven.

Jude has written for me for going on a couple of years now. Not only is she as prolific as a rabbit, but she is my behind-the-scenes left arm. She probably critiques 9/10 of the stories that I publish, and offers her services in catching my editing oversights on about everything. She'd be a gem among women even if she didn't write great tit torture.

And, speaking of gems among women (I just love a good seque), there's Gracie Passette -- of Gracie Passette Productions. Gracie is, among other things, the webmistress for Sex-Kitten, one of the most sensuous, convoluted, really keen websites in existence. While technically geared toward gals, I've gotten lost in there quite a few times. She also runs Tit-Elation, a publishing site allegedly geared toward the fairer sex, but only because it wouldn't be manly for us guys to admit to getting turned on by sex with foreplay.

Gracie has published an interview with yours truly that makes me blush (though I can't for the life of me find it at the moment), and she's in the process of trying to steal Jude away from me. She thinks I haven't figured it out yet. I guess this blog tips my hand. That's O.K., Gracie, Jude loves me too much to ever leave me, but I don't mind your borrowing her just so long as you give her back.

Oh, and Gracie's been promising to write something for me, too. I'll hold her to it, once she has time to sleep for more than three hours a day.

Taken separately, either of these gals can generally go toe-to-toe with me on my best day. Now that they've found each other, lord help me.

Another wonderful lady who doesn't get nearly the public recognition is Elizabeth Faraday. "E" does a lot of behind-the-scenes work for DP. She's that right arm I deliberately didn't mention when I was talking about Jude and the left arm thing.

"E" has been with me from the get-go. She wrote for me early on, when I was practicing my nervous breakdowns on a regular basis. She edits for a fairly prominent writer's web site, as well as for me as often as time permits. This gal has talent to spare, though she tends to sell herself way short.

DP probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for "E". No, I take that back. DP definitely wouln't be here if it weren't for "E".

Aside from the big three, I have a dozen other folks that keep me hanging in there by providing the smut that I purvey. Among them are a few more brilliant, talented writers.

Though a lot of publishers only pay lip service to their writers, I love all mine dearly. Marilyn Harris has devoted her writing skills solely to me. What I've done to deserve that is beyond me, but I won't argue. Aside from Jude and "E", Marilyn has put up with me the longest, which is either a testament to her patience or the fact she's writing from behind the walls of her local sanitarium.

D. Musgrave has taken publishing by storm with Trail of Seduction and Foxy!, and has also taken the Preditors and Editors poll by storm. On top of that, he's recently re-modeled his website, Hidden Treasures. Yet he still keeps me in his thoughts, and lets me keep him on my payroll.

Leo Bulero is a mind reader when it comes to knowing my personal taste in stories. He writes science-fiction, fantasy, and horror that never fails to knock my socks off. I'm really big into those genres, in case you haven't figured it out. Frankly, I think he puts my stuff to shame.

Finally (for now), there's Lee Ash. Lee has half a dozen pieces over at Olympia Press, and has a flair for writing some of the more extreme tit torture while managing to keep it underwear-soaking good.

I think that's probably good for today. "I love you guys!"

Now, while the others will probably read this, smile indulgently, and let me have some peace, I'm just hoping that Jude and Gracie blush long enough give me a break.

Until they recover, I'm going to go waste the rest of the night mindlessly surfing the net for tit biting stories or something. Wow, a free night. . . How cool!

2005-08-10T19:30:00.000-07:00

Darker Pleasures costs its subscribers $6.95 an issue, after only $9.95 for the first month and all the archives you can eat. I haven't been able to find anything close at twice the price.

Yet, I still get letters from folks asking for the moon. Do people have any clue how much it costs to actually get to the moon? I got another letter today (very polite, mind you) from someone asking if a) there was any way of downloading all the pictures each month without viewing each one, and b) if there was any way of slide-showing the images.

I get these questions every now and then. I also get folks asking for ways of downloading the stories, and other similar things.

Sure, I'll admit, there are things we could change that would make it even easier on our subscribers (and on folks looking to steal our stuff). Not only does the software and technology involved require more money and time, but they require added security measures so that someone doesn't just pay $9.95 and walk off with our entire site. Not that it couldn't be done by someone enterprising and patient enough now -- they hack the government systems all the time, after all -- but its a dang sight harder.

As it stands, we don't cut nearly the profit margin that most other for-profit sites cut. The reason we don't is that we keep our price as low as we can for the best quality we can. We don't add frills, we don't pay a million staffers, and we don't own a mansion and a sports car between us. What we do spend money on is great writers, lovely women with boobs you'd like to look at even if you weren't contemplating how to introduce them to a bullwhip, a site that manages to be pretty yet functional, and -- dare I say -- customer service that's just damned hard to top.

We may not have slide show functionality, or auto-download capability, or .pdf formatted stories, but we have good stuff that's exactly what the doctor ordered. I take custom requests and do my best to fill them. I make custom wallpaper for anyone that asks. I basically bend over backward, at least until my chiropractor beats me, to make the subscribers feel special. I all but beg for feedback. Heck, I do beg.

I also try to give back to the BDSM community. I brag about my articles, and they may not quite be Pulitzer material, but they aren't all for promotion.

Maybe I take it too personally that people quit other sites because they're too expensive and offer just a smattering of tit torment compared to us, but they quit mine because I don't have some of the frills. In order for everyone to have their cake and eat it, too, Darker Pleasures would be out of business in six months.

I'll make a deal with everyone. Write me. . . yes, actually type something with webmaster@darkerpleasures.com in the to: field. . . and tell me whether you like the $6.95 tag the way it is, or whether you'd be willing to shell out another $3.00, $6.00, or whatever -- and what you'd be willing to shell it out for.

If enough folks twist my arm, I promise, I'll see what I can do. Not that that isn't any different than what I've said I'd do from the get go.

Also, if you know of any sites that do offer something comparable for less, or something even better for nearly the same price, I'm all eyes. If you know of cheap technology that a dufus like me can figure out that won't require dedicating so much time that my entire family leaves me, please pull up your e-mail sender program thing.

Oh, yeah, and if you think Darker Pleasures is heaven's gift to breast torture, you can always let me know that, too. I love getting my tummy rubbed.

In the mean time, while I wait on all this mail to drown me, I have a new slogan:

Tortured titties on every table!

Maybe I need to work on that.

2005-08-08T20:49:00.000-07:00

It's been three days since I last pecked something out for my new blog. If it were next month, I might apologize -- even though I've established that I'll be posing on a daily-ish basis. The way I see it, though, there probably aren't a whole lot of folks that'll even notice.

I mean, the only people that even know I have this thing are a few of my freelance writers, and they know how busy I am. Otherwise, the Darker Pleasures subscribers won't know about it until the August issue hits the 'net sometime later this week or Monday, and I won't be adding it to my links in the tour until the same time. By the time it starts circulating around, the skipped day or so won't even be noticed, being that they'll be past tense and all.

Which means, basically, I'm writing to myself.

Yo, Matt, great stuff.

Thanks, Matt. I try.

Besides, it's a slow news week. Peter Jenning died. I'm sorry to hear that since he was pretty much on my side of the political coin. Unfortunately, it was expected. I've lost too many people close to me to cigarette smoking, really good people, but it's not like my rambling on about that will carry any more weight than the Surgeon General.

The Discovery lands tomorrow. That one has me a bit more on the edge, since the Columbia broke apart right over my head back on February 1, 2003. At the time I was driven to write a brief Webmaster's Rambling entitled "In Memorium." At the moment I'm in much more of a 'watch and see' mode.

Iran is going to keep working on their nuke program. Fancy that, huh? Maybe they and Korea can team up and speed the process while we hunt down those missing WMDs in Iraq.

So, anyway. . .

With news being slow, I could yammer about the site. I'm almost done prepping August, actually. A few more photos of Ginger for Jude's Lynn's Haunting, and I'll have a short break. Not much to report, actually. Oh, other than the fact that I finally broke down and added telephone billing to the payment options. I had to charge three bucks more because of fees, so the credit card and check options are still a lot better. We'll see if it helps.

~insert a big yawn here~

Yeah, me, too. Maybe I'll be more inspired as the week progresses.

Hey, Matt, I still thought it was a great post.

Yeah, you would.

Night folks.

2005-08-05T18:51:00.000-07:00

The idea behind this blog, besides giving me yet another opportunity to see myself type, was to give my subscribers (as well as anyone else that stumbled along) a bit more of my wit and wisdom, while at the same time saving me a bit of time in the long run.

In that vein, I decided to dispense with my monthly Ramblings so I could dedicate the nightlyish time to regaling you here. The only problem was, one of my Ramblings always ended with a series of pictures that, though published elsewhere in the issue, had become a staple of some of our members' monthly travels.

The first was the Best Picture, that one shot that I thought captured not only the feel for the series, but that -- typically -- seemed to have the best, dare I say, artistic feel. I'm not a complete pervert, you know. I know art when I see it.

The next was The Most Edible Picture. What can I say? I can't help it. It's a hormonal thing.

Then I closed with Before. . . and . . .After shots, showing pics of our lovely prey that I thought best represented their appearance both before they got to visited the Tit Torture Chamber of Doom, and after they sampled as many of the toys as we could safely play with without legal questions arising. Each was accompanied with witty commentary by yours truly.

It was a fun exercise each month.

Well, at the risk of sending some people who have been hovering all these days hoping for pictures scurrying, I'm not going to post any images to this blog. It could get me and Blogspot in deep doodoo with our current well-right-of-center federal and state administrations, you see. So what, then, was I supposed to do with the monthly pictures.

Create yet another new feature, that's what.

And so, "Can I Have Those with Whipped Cream?" was born. The logo's cute, featuring a cartoon redhead with whipped cream and cherries where it counts. I used a new font, Papyrus, and formatted a whole new look for this little photo extravaganza. The plan was to take most of the evening off. Instead, my oral fixation got the best of me once more.

You know, maybe I should consider therapy. . .

2005-08-04T17:39:00.000-07:00

A smile slowly spreads across his face. . .

FSC Membership Meeting Slated for Saturday at Internext

The smile widens into a grin. . .

Analysis: U.S. on Defensive During 2257 Hearing

Care to join me in keeping my fingers crossed for a loud cheer soon?

2005-08-04T16:15:00.000-07:00

Every model has their thing. Some of them are deeply into the whole BDSM world, and would happily submit their happless boobs to a Cuisinart if we'd let them. Others agree to getting naked fairly readily, but begin to draw lines in the sand, much more quickly that the food processor types, immediately thereafter. Most of them fall somewhere in between.

In every case, it's my job to find out just how far they'll go and craft a shot breakdown that will take advantage of all their assets, physical and mental. I not only have to make sure they're useable in a story format, but that the picture lovers in our crowd are happy, all while making certain that the photographer and model will come back for more later on.

I bat about 80 percent with the models. The photographers all love me.

The. . . negotiating, we'll call it. . . process is very interesting, as I have to ask all sorts of questions that, if posed to your everyday beauty on the street, or even to most softcore models, would likely get me slapped. Fortunately for me, the photographer gets to play middle-man, so he's the one that takes the forehand across the cheek.

Not that that has ever really happened. My photographers aren't idiots. Most of them correspond with their ladies well in advance of pulling out the hand drill or the jelly filled "Mr. Happy Jungle Dong."*

Tonight I finalized a shoot with Fantasy Modeling. This'll be their dozenth, or so, shoot for us. (Is 'dozenth' even a word?) The victim. . . ah. . . model in question is no stranger to BDSM. In fact, looking at her portfolio, she's a bit closer to the Cuisinart end of the spectrum than a lot we've used. That's a good thing.

Recently, we've had requests to do stories and shoots with a "boobies as dessert" theme. Apparently, there are a lot of orally fixated fans out there. In order to cater to this fun crowd (one that, I have to admit, I must claim membership), I published a story just this month called Creme Brulee. Feel free to use your imagination.

To top it off, August will feature a series of fantasy dessert recipes with breasts as the serving vessel of choice and/or the dessert course, depending on the reader's preference. We try to cater to them all, you see. All that said, that still left our picture people high and dry. And thus (read: finally), I get back to the topic.

So, imagine this conversation going on back and forth by e-mail.

Matt: "Nice one, there, Dave**. I notice she has pierced nipples and seems to not mind her breasts being whipped. Think we can run one of my 'recipes'? Kabobs would be great."

Dave: "I'll have to check on the skewer thing, but let's assume so. The whipping should be no problem. How about sending me a breakdown of what you want?"

Matt: "Will do. Oh, I notice she has implants. That might play hell with the breast binding. Maybe we should axe that. I'll come up with something else. Maybe marashino cherries topping the nipples held on with needles?"

Dave: "Sounds good. I'll check on supplies in the meantime. No go on the cherries, though. She hates needles."

Matt: "She hates needles? Go on! Well, make sure you get stainless steel skewers, Dave. Probably ought to make sure they're a little thinner than her rings. Oh, and if you don't have that horsehair whip, a good hardwood paddle will do in a pinch. Breakdown'll be in your hands this evening."

And so it goes. The final product involves skewered fruit, molten chocolate, whipped cream in all the right places, "wisked tits," a deep cinnamon oil massage, fondue forks and a carving set -- among other things.

Oh, and I forgot the apple in the mouth.

You know, none of you are ever going to believe this job is hard at the rate I'm going, are you?

* We've actually never used a "Mr. Happy Jungle Dong," and we've only used a hand drill once.
** The name has been changed to protect the innocent.

2005-08-03T06:34:00.000-07:00

Life is full of amazing coincidences. After writing last night's blog, I just got notified of new developments on Title 18 Section 2257. I'm a little strapped for time at the moment, so I'll just let you check 'em out yourself in this X-Biz article.

Oh, and when it talks about "secondary producers," that'd be us, your favorite spot for erotic stories and pictures of breasts and bondage -- among the gazillion other adult websites that qualify.

Later....

2005-08-02T20:01:00.000-07:00

I got a letter today that seemed innocuous enough. It was from a young lady who has been writing occasionally about her favorite breast-oriented sport. It was typical of my daily mailbox, asking about stuff we do and stuff we have. It went pretty much like this:

"I am considering subscribing, but I wanted to see if you have done any more work on flattening yet. If not, would you be open to me describing some good photos and what might make for good photos? I am really looking for complete and total compression, flattening and stretching of large, natural breasts."

Like I said, pretty simple. Except for the fact it was addressed to me. Nothing's that simple. My reply was:

"Sorry, but nothing new. In fact, thanks to our fine government, at work protecting us all from those heathen pornographers, I've had to remove each of the three main photo galleries I listed in my earlier mail. Recent legislation, designed to protect kids under eighteen, has created some impossible record-keeping requirements, and the two models in question never provided the right info to the photographers I commissioned the sets from. My hope is that the Free Speech Coalition will get a permanent injunction against the government so we can re-post those sets, but at the moment we're playing it safe, in order to stay out of black and white stripes.

In any case, I digress. Feel free to describe anything you like and I'll try to work it into a future shot. That's what I'm here for."

"Yes, Matt. Wonderful. But what does that have to do with the price of shoes in Latvia?" You ask.

Nothing.

But it did remind me of a recent Rambling I published that sheds light on what's going on behind closed Congress and Attorney General's doors that most people don't know about. And, rather than re-type the core of that Rambling, I figured now was a good time for my first re-post. So, without further wasted verbiage, I bring you the second half of -- "Needles and Pins."

...I could use a really good wet dream about now.

You see, this Rambling isn't coming easily. In fact, as you've probably found from the promo blurb, this is the only one I'm doing this month. There are two reasons for that. First, I'm distracted. Second, I just don't have time. And the reason for those comes from the same source.

Most of you either live in the U.S.A., or you've heard of it. You also probably know that things have gotten rather right-winged of late. The atmosphere has emboldened the really conservative factions that think 'nudity' is a four-letter word. . . and anything that would garner more than a PG-13 rating is the work of the devil.

Not that I haven't whined about our lot a few times before.

But the bullets are finally starting to fly and, frankly, "Needles and Pins" is pretty appropriate. We dodged the first bullet back on May 23rd. That was when a Texas bill that would have made what we do a felony got shot down. Actually, I wouldn't say it was "shot down," but rather, the Texas Senate had enough political savvy to realize that it was rather unconstitutional and that it would cost more to try to fight for in court than it was worth. That could all change with the next appointment to The Supremes, though.

The second bullet actually found its mark somewhere near my figurative shoulder. Nothing deadly yet, but it proved they could hit a target, and that the gun is aimed way too close. This one comes in the form of the new Federal Title 18 Section 2257 rules. I think I've mentioned them before, too, but they're even worse than we feared. If you read through them, you'll see that they're damned near impossible to abide by.

But we're going to do it.

Of course, doing it is what has taken away all my time, and may well continue to do so for awhile. As it stands, once I get all the model information in, index it, cross-index it, re-cross index it, and hold my tongue just so on the third hour of the next full moon on a Wednesday, we're still likely to have to cut some older content, and the Strict Times section will bite the dust.

It's either that or shut it down. Correct me if I'm mistaken, but I don't think anyone on either side of this Rambling wants that.

Needles and pins? Damn straight!

Title 18 Section 2257 went live on June 23rd. I ended up having to cut about 8 percent of my content. Not nearly as bad as others, but it was good stuff. If the legislation actually protected minors, I'd be on board, but it doesn't. Not at all. Demanding that I get retroactive identification on women that are obviously well over 18 does nothing but give the government an opportunity to "Al Capone" a bunch of web sites, getting them one way because they can't prove any broken laws otherwise. It does nothing to stop child pornographers, who are already breaking international, federal, and state laws worldwide. Do they really think that record-keeping regulations will make a difference?

Of course they don't.

Now, when I wrote the original Rambling, all my ire was directed at the Republicans. Since then, as you've read, I dole it out fairly both ways. Non-partisanship, that's my new middle name.

Would that there were a lot more folks on both sides of the fence that could make that claim.

2005-07-31T09:57:00.000-07:00

"Darling" is her name. She's a twenty-seven year old blond with striking blue eyes and a heart-stealing smile. She's got a Playboy-esque figure women would die for, with a nice round tush and d-ish cup tits that all but scream for attention. Months ago she wrote me and asked if I'd be interested in getting her naked, tying her up, and having my way with those incredible breasts.

This, folks, is the life I lead.

Actually, that is the essence of what begins my association with the gals we use in our site. It's what everyone out there not familiar with day-in-the life stuff see. For Matt Nicholson, Publisher and Jack-of-all-trades for Darker Pleasures (and for most of the other professional adult-web entertainment folks), it's not really that that glamorous.

The reality is that Darling is exactly what I described. She's also a very sweet gal that has her own photographer. They live a long way from me. I've never even met her in person. And, while I did play a significant role in having her stripped naked and bound, then tormented mightily about the breasts and nipples in front of a camera. I didn't get to see it take place or participate in any of the festivities. And, actually, 'festivities' is a bit of a stretch - but that's a blog for another day.

In any case, what I have to show for it spent the better part of three hours grinding across my monitor yesterday. That's about how long it takes to hand-prep 175 pictures.

They have to be color and contrast-corrected, and the copyright logo has to be there. Then they have to be re-sized. In this case, Darling's photographer -- Blaze, of Spade Productions -- did a nice job. A lot of webmasters would have published them as is. While some might call me a perfectionist, and others anal retentive, I prefer to think of it as having high standards for my subscribers. So, I spent an average of a minute a shot making certain that the surroundings were crisp and clear, her eyes were always a brilliant ice-blue, her lower naughty bits the perfect blush red, her nipples were spot on, and her breasts -- bound, clamped and stretched with something vaguely resembling cannon balls -- were that perfect shade of lavender.

It's not like looking at sunsets, folks. Your eyes tend to cross, and heaven only knows what all this monitor radiation is doing to them. I could have been playing with my dogs, mowing the lawn, fighting evil in Paragon City (that's a video game reference) or perhaps doing things with other breasts in three-dimensions, if you can follow my drift.

I can see you now, your forefingers all moving back and forth across your thumbs like little violins.

Hey, it's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it.

* All 175 perfectly crafted pictures of Darling, and her incredible assets, will be featured in August's photo-illustrated story, The Bavarian Castle, written by Lee Ash. Sure, this is a shameless plug. It is my blog, after all.

2005-07-30T07:36:00.000-07:00

Day two of the great blog experiment. So far, so good. As I mentioned, I do two articles a month in Darker Pleasures I call, "The Webmaster's Ramblings." In them, I yammer incessantly about everything from the site to politics. Politics is big lately. Yeah, I wonder why.

Am I the only one that finds it funny ('funny' is a much more positive word than 'frightening', don't you think?) that we have Republicans bucking the President and making public noises about supporting stem cell research while it's the Democrats that have taken the reigns in the charge to grind us decadent adult website folks into paste? If you're not big on reading or watching the news because it makes you contemplate suicide, you can read about how Senator Frist is starting his 2008 Presidential campaign here. And you can find out just how canny the Democrats, led by Senator Blanche Lincoln, are being in re-creating their image before the 2006 elections here. Feel free to Google search the dickens out of it if you want. Never trust one news source, I say.

So, on the one hand I can feel secure in the knowledge that some of the people that stand for about 3/4 of everything that I fear will help me find the cure for the Alzheimers disease and diabetes I'll no doubt end up with in a decade or so, while on the other hand the folks that I've generally trusted to have more of my interests at heart are trying to break me, and my bank just because I publish some rather high quality pictures and stories of pretty women having their breasts and nipples played with a little radically.

Writers, as a side note, never write your sentences that long...

Anyway, Lincoln and company claim that their 25% tax will be used to fund the fight against kiddy porn and to help us foot the bill for protecting kids from... well, us. Would you think me less than objective if I cried "BS"? There's a pretty good article on the truth of the matter here, if you're interested, but the bottom line is:

a) There are plenty of laws in the books that help them battle child porn. They need to go after those folks. There isn't a legitimate adult publisher out in Internet land that deals in, or supports that garbage.

b) There are also laws in the books that punish sites and other folks that let kids have access to inappropriate material. Go after the violators.

Oh, and is it too much to ask that parents actually take responsibility for their kids? There are a gazillion filters out there. AOL has a dummy proof one. My kid flat can't get online without my being present, and I have more filters, bells and whistles in place when he does than NASA does on the shuttles. Oh, and his room is my room when he is on line. Yeah, I actually leave the keyboard and the bondage, tits and nipples to check every few minutes. I make him go out and play, too.

There may really be a day when Alfred E. Newman wins, you know.

2005-07-29T17:47:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, way back in 1999, a couple of folks bought into the swampland-in-Florida story that there were millions of dollars to be made in the Internet adult entertainment industry. One of them was a hot brunette with great tits and a wonderful business sense. The other was a guy with a camera, a modicum of writing skill, enough knowledge of web design to be dangerous, and a thing for breasts. It was a match made in heaven.

They did some research and found a niche they thought was ripe for the picking and, in 2000, created a little website called Darker Pleasures. It would specialize in photo-illustrated stories of what the industry euphemistically referred to as “breast bondage and tit torture.” He’d take pictures of her and her luscious tatas being mauled and otherwise tormented at his hand. He’d then write a little story to go with the pictures. He’d post the story and all the pictures and they’d buy sports cars, small islands, and retirement homes. Needless to say, he was very enthusiastic about everything. She liked the payoff.

They figured about 50 images and a short-story a month would set them up for life.

Boy, were they naïve.

My name’s Matt Nicholson. In the story, I’m the guy with the camera. It’s been gathering dust for several years now. The hot brunette, Christine Dannemont, is retired from letting me take pictures and having her breasts and nipples adorned with automotive clamps and kitchen gadgets. I have a hard time remembering the last time I played fast and loose with her bazooms, at least in front of a camera.

I’m now the Publisher for The Darker Pleasures E-zine - “The Tit Torture Experts.” At least that’s my title - Publisher. We publish not just one, but two photo-illustrated stories a month as well as about 150 to 200 images, three text stories, art, articles and all sorts of other things. As of the creation of this blog, we’ve got over 10,000 images and a couple hundred stories in our archives, not to mention all the other stuff. We employ a freelance writing staff of five, or six, or seven and five different photography studios.

I get to put it all together while everyone else has all the fun.

I do still write a bit, occasionally publishing something that folks seem to like. My most widely distributed piece would have to be Matt Nicholson’s Breast Punishment Primer. I’m actually pretty proud of it, considering several of the more respected BDSM organizations link to it and recommend it as one of the best resources on having safe fun doing sado-masochistic things with hooters.

It’s an interesting claim to fame, anyway.

Anyway, this is my blog. Several folks have been pushing me to do one of these, so I finally broke down. They also tell you in industry circles that blogs are the hottest thing since slice pumpernickel and will bring me a gazillion new subscribers. I really thought that was a good thing.

I’m nothing if not honest, you’ll see.

On top of all the publication hoohah, I do a couple of monthly Ramblings for the ‘zine, so it’s not like stroking my ego at the expense of the unsuspecting Internet public is something new for me. In fact, you’ll probably get to see (or in some cases, be bludgeoned by) several of those Ramblings here, particularly when I’m approaching deadline or when I have a hot date with a video game, book, TV show, movie, or other more enjoyable things.

You will probably also get to put up with hearing about all that, too. But for the moment, I think I’ll shut up. They wouldn’t let me post the blog site thing until I posted my first blog, so I figured a brief intro would be good. You'll get plenty more later.

Brief, huh? See what happens when you get me going?