
#backhoeshibari

#backhoeshibari

So… I have been given a lot of inspiration to write lately and want to give some back.
I know there are quite a few poets and writers that read my blog and to them I issue the following challenge.
I will write a verse from the male perspective. Take what I have written and rewrite it from the perspective of the female character. I will set the stage, you get to get inside her head and decide what the experience is like from the other side. Ether post your work in the comments or post a link to the post on your page.
Now strap in and lower your visors.. I cant wait to see what you come up with.
“Let down your hair” I whispered,
With my hand apon her nape,
I stood back and considered,
Admiring her shape,
“Do not turn around, your face I wish to show,”
“To the passing people, just beyond the window,”
“See them stop and look, your beauty is divine,”
“Now take off your heels and stockings, or do not waste my time,”
She does as I have asked, looking nervous and unshure,
I kiss her sun touched shoulder and say she’s doing well,
“I know of your desire, and what will be its cure,”
“The myth of your control, I most surely will dispel,”
With my hand around her waist, I spoke softly in her ear,
“Now you must remove your dress, and let the people lear,”
I saw the shiver through her spine, as her dress fell on the floor,
By her face in the reflection, I knew she wanted more,
“Some walk past unknowing, some they stop and stare,”
“Now it’s time for the final piece…. lose the underwear, ”
Now her hands are shaking, her blush has reached her chest,
I watch her movements in the glass, as she slowly gets undressed,
My arm now wraps around her, turning beauty from the street,
Framed against the light, gently our lips meet,
I feel her pressed against me, all heat and lust and sin,
I know just what she wants, as I kiss across her skin,
“Place your hands apon the window, and slowly spread your feet,”
“Let’s give the people passing, even more of a treat,”
She does as she is told, now beyond the point of shame,
One touch between her shapely legs, and shuddering she came,
As she sinks down to the floor, to lay apon her dress,
I feel at last it’s time, I really should confess,
“You did so well today,”
“And didn’t disobey, ”
“So a secret I will tell you, the glass it is one-way.”
Best wishes-SirHanz
Let me start by freely admitting that I am a sadist and want to hurt your brain a little. So sit back.. brace yourself.. and know that somewhere out there I am having a little laugh knowing that you are reading this.
I have always had an interest it time. What is time? How does it affect our lives?
Let’s start with the basics. Time is a function of two things. Entropy and memory. We measure time by looking at the changes in the world around us, we remember what things were like before and measure the rate of change… and presto… you have time. We track that change in the form of clocks and recordings. But why do we do that? Primarily because memory is flawed, we need a reference point to understand the passage of time. Before clocks we had the sun and the seasons.
What could be so mind bending about that you ask? Well… the kicker is this… memory.
Memory is flawed. As is our perception based on it. As in “gawd.. that test took forever! ” or “it’s over already? But we just started! “.
Did time speed up or slow down? No? Are you shure? If your whole concept of the passage of time is based around your experience of things moving or changing and all change happens at a certain measurable rate how would you know if time moved faster or slower? Only by observing from a perspective not effected by time could you notice time speeding up or slowing down. And since this is not possible because we ourselves are within and affected by time it is impossible for us to persevere changes in the rate that time passes. If time moves faster then everything moves faster. Our perception of time included. So we would not notice any change.
Ok.. you got all that? Feel the headache comeing on? Oh.. but I am not done…
As the theory of relativity explains, time and space are linked. When something moves at a speed close to that of light the time of the object slows down relative to the passage of time for slower moving objects. It’s the classic scifi trope of spaceship flying close to the speed of light comes back to earth thinking an hour has passed and finds the earth ruled by techno nazi’s or something. Relative mass also increases as you approach the speed of light. Time is also affected by gravity. We see this in the warping of spacetime around a black hole. So how do we know if the reverse is also true? That gravity is affected by time? I believe it is.. and I can prove it. Time moves faster and slower and we dont notice. However.. time moving faster also affects gravity. Just as an objects speed affects time. And that’s why it’s hard to drag yourself out of bed after a long night.
Wait for it…. and…. yup.. there it is… told you I was going to hurt your brain.
Best wishes -SirHanz

He stands by lamplight, black wool pulled tight agenst the cold..
Waiting for her..
Damp wind turns cobwebs into gossamer nets, a click… watch hands glint, revealed from golden case…
She is late..
Tap tap tap… the heels betray her presence as she steps into lamps halo,
She is wearing red…
Vermillion clings to her like a lover, ruby lips stammer words of apology…
She knows… he knows…
He turns from her, boots scrape on stone.. with trepidation she follows..
Silance speaks for him…
The empty street, the oaken door, all a blur of walking dream…
Her mind quavers..
A quick turn.. a knee between her legs, lifting her, pinning her against the wall, a crushing kiss…
Muffled moan echoes in the hall…
He steps back… fingers entwined in hair.. he leads her, drags her.. into darkened room..
The smell of wax, iron and amber..
He pulls her up.. her eyes reflect the large round spartan shield.. placed neatly on the table….
He speaks…
“With your shield….” her eyes widen with realization… her voice shakes.. “or on it…”
A grin touches his lips…
Delicate hands unfasten straps… vermillion reveals ivory… the rustle of silk on the floor…
Desire and fear hang heavy…
He lifts her.. placing her apon the shield.. back arched.. chill metal ridges indent her skin.. her breath is short…
From within his coat, the rope….
Arms strech.. bound to legs beneath the table.. chest heaves in anticipation…
A bead of sweat, the room is warm..
The darkness of velvet steals her light.. silken ribbon to steal her voice.. clink… the sound of a belt buckle..
He smiles at his work..
Leather touches skin.. drawn carefully across her.. thigh.. belly.. chest…neck…
Her skin remembers it’s touch…
She fears… and hopes…
A soft breath of air foretells fire…
Chest heaves… arching… twisting..
He knows well his craft…
The leather sings…. so does she…
She regrets, but his arm does not waver..
The fire spreads.. burning.. consuming…
No escape.. no salvation… no more fears.. no more worries…
Only him… only her…
Then a gentle hand.. from the knee.. upward.. closer.. closer..
Her world turns white…
Arms strain agenst the rope.. body shakes.. a sobbing cry of pleasure…
Knots undone, lay scattered…
He holds her.. wraped in woolen comfort..her head buried in his chest…
He speaks…
“I am your shield.. lay yourself apon me… and I will hold back hell in your name..”
Best wishes-SirHanz