The Lingerie Salesman's Worst Nightmare

Studio: Exotic Tales
Director: Arguilo
Cast: Sky Taylor, Ally Ann, Brixton

Review by: Gram Ponante

But "The Lingerie Salesman's Worst Nightmare" is a femdom movie, and all the wonderful things you'd imagine being perpetrated on the person of Ally wind up being executed on Brixton instead.

At the trade show, they meet high-powered lingerie buyer (it is a world I don't understand) Sky Taylor, who immediately dispatches with the effeminate Brixton's bullshit. Joining forces with Ally, the two women sissify Brixton and turn him into the model. He is made to parade in the girly clothes with wig and lipstick.

I don't think he minds.

I suppose this happens a lot in prison, but it didn't seem to me as if Brixton protested his sissification; he seemed to go along with it. When he stripped to reveal that he was already wearing women's panties and was inked with a trampstamp, it became clear that this movie was not about character arc.

I was very interested in Ally Ann, however, who became the object of Sky Taylor's affection even as she was abused by her boss. Reminiscent of Heather Graham, Ally is the femme-y eye candy of the movie.

Femdom exists on several levels in porn movies. There is the Pink Visual-style "Clothed Female Naked Male" movies, which are competently shot and formulaic, there is the transsexual-themed "Gia Darling Will Kick Your Ass!" in which straight-identifying (for the purpose of the movie) males are humiliated by trannies, and this, which had a fairly elaborate plot but which was shot and acted so poorly that it seemed like a high school production.

You know, a femdom high school.

I would have liked this movie more if it even paid lip service to suspension of disbelief. The plot showed promise, but the execution didn't. Poor Brixton is successfully jerked off in the end (through his panties), but it really seemed like a struggle. I didn't think of it as his "worst nightmare" so much as the panties just weren't his size.

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Contrary to what ESPN thinks, sweet spots aren't just for tennis racquets: in the bedroom and beyond, real players know how to hit those mysterious p-and-g-spots in the dark with their eyes covered and with their hands tied behind their backs. Today's roundup of some of our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene schools you on the value of your prostate and/or g-spot. Read up and learn about all those special places that make you go Ahhhhh ...

Keep your eye on the prize with with your favorite prospector Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Prostate Play

A man's prostate is full of nerves. Nerves are good because when you are able to stimulate them properly they can make you feel very very good.

Many men, yes straight guys too, really enjoy having their prostate massaged. They claim to experience all kinds of nice things like super intense orgasms and/or orgasms that last a really long time. Enjoying having your ass/prostate stimulated doesn't make you gay, enjoying sex with men does (and even this is a bit of a grey area).

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'G' Marks the Spot, Part 1

The necessary foreplay ensued and pretty soon Jack was working the vibrator in my pussy in the location indicated by the book. The vibrator left much to be desired however, at least when it comes to how I seem to be constructed down there. The end of it seemed to be getting hooked on my pubic bone, which was extremely painful.

I know that he was in the right general area, but we just couldn't seem to find the right spot. We tried turning the vibrator over, and that seemed somewhat better. I could feel a very mild urge to pee, which is a good sign when it comes to the G-Spot, since putting pressure on it also squishes your bladder in the process.

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Fingertip Control

.. As we lay, face to face to whisper our goodnights, something stirred. We scarcely moved a muscle, but Emm began to touch me, concerntrating on just one spot and moving her middle finger no more than a centimetre. She kept this up for a time that seemed endless, staring deep into my eyes with a half-smile on her lips. The feeling was at once delightful and excruciating.

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Naughty Sissy

"The slut wants to get fucked and he wants it know!" I thought.

I went upstairs and worn My strap-on.
I spread some lubricant on it and went back downstairs.
He was still dishwashing.
I went behind him and touched his butt with the strap on.
He felt it at once.

"Oh Madame, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to fuck you Denise. That's what I'm doing! Spread your legs."

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Ablaze in Lust

His hands are around my ass and he's pulling me on him- again and again, faster and harder as my orgasm continues and my cunt feels like waves of electric pleasure being shocked through me as my gspot swells against the head of his rod and I grind more, slower and harder. Pushing, aching. My composure is lost and I'm just reaching for that sensation. The grazing against my g-spot that almost hurts, but keeps me. Pulling, reaching, craving. Must get it- must have it. I thrust forward on him, again and again and fucking again.

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Hitting the Edge

He pulled me again to the edge of the bed so that he could enter me while standing, my legs high in the air. He pushed his cock into my ass... much lube, some discomfort, but my body was relaxed enough to take him easily. Anal sex is very powerful to me. I'm not sure which nerves are being hit in the process, but my God! And then he added the vibrator, plunging it in and out of my cunt while he fucked my ass. He left the vibe buzzing gently
(well, not that gently) in place as his pace increased in urgency. Once again, all too soon, I was on the brink of a full body orgasm...

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Clothes make the man—and the woman too. And the writers in today's salacious selections from the sauciest sex writing on the interwebs this week know how to dress for sexcess. As they get caught in fishnets, seduced by slips, held in harnesses, empowered by boots and encased in a cock cage, they show how fucking form follows fashion, bitches.

Leave your hat on and join the easily undressed Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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All Dressed Up and No One to Fuck

I ran a hand across her fishnetted thighs. She would have to be out of those, and sooner rather than later, but not just yet.

"Give us a twirl, then."

She got up and posed in front of me, strutted up and down, pouted and pushed her boobs up, turned her back to me and bent down low, stretching the scarlet fishnet over her bottom, a tantalizing veil over what it was the thong was barely managing to cover.

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Slip and Panty Story #48

My wife loves to entice me with the "slip layer" tease. She will put on a full slip and then pull a half slip on underneath. If I am getting the full treatment, she will also put on black stockings. In the hour or so that I savor my wife and her slips, we maneuver into various positions on the bed. It usually starts with a back rub and leg massage. As she turns on her side facing away from me, I loosen the top straps of the full slip enough to slide my hands between the slip top and her breasts. With some cock rubbing against her silk-covered buttocks, I get really hard and want more, and so does she.

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Butt It's Fun

Once we'd caught our breath we started to play with the harness. It wasn't as complicated as we'd thought it would be and a few minutes later, was a chick with a dick. She seemed to think it was cool. I remember her looking at herself in the mirror and swinging her hips, wagging her new found cock. I started getting excited again and even though it had only been about 15 minutes, we decided to try it out. Our choice of position for my first time was on my back, pillow under my hips and legs wrapped around her waist. She used her finger to get me lubed then added a second digit and I was ready to go. I can remember shaking with excitement as she pressed the head of her cock against my asshole and the short, sharp shock when she first entered me. She offered to stop and I said NO!

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Shoe Shop Tease, Finale

... I pointed to a black knee high boot with a 4" heel, a simple command of "Those next" had the manager scurrying away to fetch a pair for me to try on. On his return he once again knelt before me. He removed the red shoes and placed them on the floor next to the other shoes. Taking the boots out of the box, he first handed me one so that I could take a closer look. I'm sure this was a ploy so that he could just stay on the floor longer, looking at my legs.

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Tuesday

I don't even undo your jacket, just lifting it from the waist. Arms tangled above your head, breathing muffled by all that fabric. I bend you forward, tug your jeans and underwear down together. Naked from your tits to your knees. I can hear you breathing hard, smell your cunt, see how pink and wet and open you are for me...

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Chastity and Clubfem KTB Field Test Review

Going to sleep was fairly easy, and even delightful. The snug, reassuring feel of the KTB teeth holding my limp cock was nice. It very much imparts that 'held' feeling which cagedone mentioned in his comment on my first chastity post.

Saturday morning was a different matter entirely. As we know, it is common for males or our species to awake with an autonomic tumescence of their cocks. I am no different...

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Admit it: you've got a little slut in you right now. And if you don't, you wish you did. In today's selection of some of our favorite sex writing on the interwebs, we're not just hearing it for the sluts—we're hearing from them. We've got city sluts, suburban sluts, boy sluts, girl sluts, pain sluts and anal sluts, sluts with slits and sluts with kits. No sluts with kilts, though that is always a good look, but with the sluts a'plenty on these pages, you won't miss the kilts. Much.

Grab your pom-poms and join the virtual slutfest with the always wanton (but rarely wanting) Chelsea Girl after the break.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Slutting it in the Suburbs

The door was answered by a young man wearing the frilliest dress I had ever seen. The skirt stood out at an extreme angle over multiple layers of lacy petticoats, barely touching her knees, and the short-sleeved bodice was decorated with more lace and a spotless apron that followed the skirt on its journey over the petticoats. A starched maid's cap sat upon her bewigged head. As she led us up the stairs to the second floor apartment, wobbling on her four-inch heels, she confided that she had been in training, and that this was her first night serving as a "Sissy Maid." This term was new to me. I would continue to learn about Sissy Maids throughout the night.

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Are You Ready to Flog Me?

It was Saturday night and we were getting ready for the DDevious Delights party in Manhattan. Ivy was putting on her make-up and had laid out a nice black bustier and fishnet stockings.

I was dicking around on the computer when I got an email from our friends John and Linda. We had planned to meet them at the party but they were bowing out—Linda had come down with strep throat and couldn't go out.

I gave Ivy the bad news.

"You want to stay home?" I asked.

- Slutboy.org

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Bar Erotica

We were playing a round of billiards, Nora and me, when I saw the little tight ass bend over. I looked at the girls jeans, three metal buttons, and we were talking about low rise, a fraction above her pussy mound. She'd have it all bare, I thought. Slut.

It was then that I decided it would be hot, fun and incredibly erotic so Nora got chatting, and of course being in a dyke club or bar helped push the thing along. The girl, just on twenty, all tight and skimpy with her halter top, and D cup tits nearly spilling, tossed her auburn curls and smiled at us.

- Slutissimo

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Escalation

I was listening to Mistress's audio files while I stroked, something that always gets me hot even without touching. The first 9 minutes was agony. First, the Devil's Spit just lit my cock on fire even in the weak concentration I was told to use. While the pain slut in me responds to that, it also makes for a tough time when stroking for long periods of time. The mousetraps also added something interesting. The stood straight out from my nipples, so each stroke caused them to bob a little bit giving me a little goose with each stroke which just intensified the situation.

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Good Boy

he twisted my nipple in his fingers, talking to me, "fuck yourself, good girl, yeah, rub your clit, that's my little slut," he leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, bit it, pulled it with his teeth as i moaned, "like that my little slut," "mm, fuck yeah..." "i see you're all shaved," "yeah, i did that for you and have kept it that way ever since." "such a good girl..."

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Something Darker, Something Different, Part 2

He laughed and held up his hand to show his friend, "Look at this, what a little slut she is. I haven't touched her yet and she is dripping for me." She winced at his words, never quite used to hearing them. They didn't hurt her, she knew how they were meant and she also knew that if she was at that a moment a 'slut' it was because he wanted her to be.

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Eclectic Slut, Part One

As we lay, limbs entwined and tangled, realising that we couldn't stop touching each other even for a second, the conversation returned to one we'd started earlier... about control and submission. I felt so secure, and at ease, that I told him what i was feeling at that moment; although hearing it loud came as nearly as much of a shock to me as it did to him.

"I'd love it if you took control. I trust you."

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Despite the title of today's roundup of some of our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene, it's hard to say exactly what kind of boys the boys will be like: if you think the good ones are all taken, prepare to have your heart panged by men devoted to their lucky gals; if the bad boys lure you, beware the cads who will make you regret the night you will never recall without a smile; and steel your heart before you fall hard for the bisexual intellectual or the sissy who shares his wife's shoe size.

Meet Jefferson in the boy's room after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Take the Good and the Bad

One night last weekend, the wife went and surprised me. I walk out of the bathroom after my shower, and she is lying on the bed, facing the door, knees drawn, legs spread, and her shirt pushed up and playing with her breasts. I fall to my knees to give thanks and worship at the altar of her divine femininity. Hokey? Perhaps. Ecstatic? Damn skippy.

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Woody . . . Well, in the Filmmaker Sense

Today, as my partner lay lazing on the couch, I gently removed her jeans and underpants down to her calves. I dipped my tongue into her cunt (her preferred term, we call them cunts and cocks, having recently decided pussy was to be replaced by cunt), as my tongue swum down the crevice of her cunt, I let it wriggle down her hole, and she bumpered her arse against my face pushing my tongue further down, and for a moment I forgot about my hands, so I thought to let them glide over her buttocks. My god her buttocks looked amazing, I thought to myself what makes these mounds of flesh so enticing? They appeared to me like magical bubbles, and although I knew that I was looking at an arse, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by their curvature, and definition, and that whoever the genius was who was making these things up in god's factory, I hope they got a raise. I know I did.

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Rest at Last

Her body is warm,
Soft, yet so hard.
I try to resist,
I have to touch her.
Her breast so full and soft,
Her nipple hardens.
I hear her moan,
She awakens to hear,
Her Tiger moan.

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Little Miss Sunshine

We also looked at a dress for me. It was soooo cute. Picture late 50's prom dress; It came down to just below the knee with a built in crinoline (nice and poofy), silky material, polka dots and a little pink bow. It would have been my very first brand new dress and it was on sale for half price ($50) and I wanted it soooo bad, but there was no way in hell I was going to fit into a size 10. Sigh. If it had fit I would have seriously consider wearing it to dinner. The restaurant has a formal dress code, I wonder what they would have done if I'd showed up in a dress.

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My Girlfriend the Stripper, Part Three

Tracy laughed at the shocked look on my face. She threw her arms around me and gave me a big wet kiss. Then she started taking my clothes off. I helped. Soon I was naked. As it turns out, she had a comfy armchair in the room. She told me to sit right there.

It's a strange feeling to be naked in a room with a fully dressed woman. I guess that's how strippers feel when they're working.

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The Perplexity of Fantasies While in Denial

One of my big fantasies took place on a beach. I'd be lying there, sunbathing. Eyes closed and all innocent. Then I'd suddenly find myself completely surrounded by a group of hot random guys (obviously at the time I didn't know they were hot). They would then hold me down; pull off my shorts. Then pull down their shorts. I wouldn't struggle, but it was clear I didn't have a choice in this. They would hold themselves and grow erect. They would stroke. Then I'd be blindfolded.

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive
 

The "Gone Wild" thing never seems to get old here at Fleshbot—unless we're talking about "Sissies Gone Wild", of course, which features older men dressed up as little sissy girls. The trailer kicked off the beginning of each screening at the CineKink film festival in New York last month, and though you might want to skip the sponsorship info at the end of the video on YouTube, it's certainly worth two minutes of your time. After all, even if you don't find it a turn on (and yes, some people do), how many times do you get to start your day by seeing grown men skipping around the suburbs in frilly pink dresses?-AR

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· Sissies Gone Wild!!! (CineKink Trailer 2006) (youtube.com)