Clit-Orations

Just a snippet from Mistress Magick’s brilliant post, Pseudo-Subs: Fantasy Wankers:

Top sign that you might be a Fantasy Wanker:

Do you keep changing the conversation or redirecting it back to your own desires/fantasies?

Real Submissives focus on their Mistress’ desires, revealing theirs as she is interested in hearing them. It is her job to weave them into their play in ways that they can both enjoy.

Fantasy Wankers focus on their own desires, but think that their dreams should automatically be a “service” to a Mistress, because it is in their fantasy. In reality, She may have not interest in that activity whatsoever. These are often the guys who should go to Pros, in that they are expecting a service: to have their fantasy acted out exactly as they desire.

Many Fetishes can fall into this category, in that they need their fetish to be done in an exact way in order for them to enjoy it. Even though they may be very sincere, they aren’t actually submissives, because they aren’t submitting to the desires and service of their Dom/mes.

This gets a hearty, “Amen!” from myself, and, I daresay, the rest of the dominant females here at Clit Orations. But that’s not the only reason I share it.

Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of questions along the lines of, “How do I get my wife to dominate me?” Or, more accurately, they whine, “You’d think they’d want to boss me around and make me do stuff…”

But you see, that’s the problem; many of you male subs — especially those whining thus — are not really dreaming of doing her bidding. You are dreaming that she’ll do your bidding, bossing you around just the way you want it.

In BDSM circles, this is called “topping from the bottom” — and it’s an exhaustive subject, both in terms of the vast material and conversations going on about it and the dull, annoying repetitive energy a professional Domme like myself must put into it.

As Mistress Magick points out, this wishing vs. reality can be a chronic problem for any fetishist. One one hand, there are (usually quite) specific requirements to your kink and you dream of having them met; on the other, this rigidity can spoil things when the fantasy is taken out of your head and into real life. And when you try to take this sex fantasy into your vanilla partnership, the rigidity only adds performance anxiety to the other pressures and concerns.

As Mistress Magick also states, this is one of the reasons many male submissives seek the professional paid services of a Femdom — for the chance to live out their fantasies. But…

Not every professional Femdom, Dominatrix, etc. will provide that service. Or, if they are willing to deliver your fantasies and not expect you to submit to their whims, they may not be willing to provide the specific submissive fantasy delights you dream of.

After all, not all subs &/or sissies are alike, so why would Femme Dommes be?

It’s best to ask some questions, shop around even. And you must also be open to listening to what the professional has to say; if she’s truly a professional, she knows what she’s doing.

For those of you who have “played” with other Mistresses, professional or not, please kindly remember that trying to recreate those experiences with another partner is not likely to succeed.

I don’t think there is a woman (or man) anywhere who enjoys being compared to another and found wanting. So if & when you decide to take your submissive sex fantasies to your wife or real life lover, kindly remember your place as well as hers — and give her the chance to lead.

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In Those Kinky Goth Girls Caroline defines kink:

Kinky is deviancy: sexual deviancy (in my eyes). One can’t be any more precise than that; the ’strength’ will vary according to the perceiver’s norms, values and life experience.

Which is probably the most reasonable definition I’ve heard yet for such a subjective term.

She also discusses kink and feminism, saying:

They don’t sit easily together.

Why? It’s complex. Sometimes though, it feels like “we” are being accused of not looking beyond what facilitates sexual agency and empowerment, whereas sometimes I’m not sure “they” look beyond their own perceptions of what ’sexy’ involves. Why is dressing sexy bad? Because, they might say, it panders to the male’s perception of what is sexy. But why does that necessarily involve submissiveness? And why not look deeper into that - is it male? How do males really interpret sexy? Why is sexuality interpreted in terms of gender, does it need to be? I think it might be grand to look beyond that and poke at it a wee bit…

I must admit, I hear comments regarding my “posing” as a strong woman, a feminist, while “pandering as a Domme”.

There’s much to explore here, and like my earlier post it has much to do with over-simplified definitions & over-whelming expectations, but I must table it a bit while I recoup from the weekend of travel.

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Don’t get too excited, grunt. It’s Nikki Nines here, moving over older posts from the old blog. I’ve put it off long enough; Blogger’s forcing the issue by discontinuing their FTP option.

Anyway, here’s some “classic” Nikki Nines:

Gracie of Sex-Kitten interviewed me; and that’s likely as much as you will ever know about Nikki Nines.

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I’ll admit a certain kinship with ghosts and legendary creatures — as well as those who hunt them. I have a fascination with the thin walls of this world — or more accurately, their parting. I enjoy watching where they rip, and peering past such improbable, flimsy, restraints into what lies beyond.

I love where science meets faith and they challenge one another, head on; but unlike like rams at rut, the challenge is more probing and filled with awe. It’s like sex. Like good sex.

I like questioning what’s here as well as what is, if anything, beyond; and I aspire to create or recreate such possibilities for myself.

But I am no latitudinarian when it comes to the current use of the word “Gothic” and have even less use for those who call themselves “Goth”; for the most part they’ve taken all the quest, questioning, and longing out of it.

Gothic isn’t all dark pessimism; like the architecture, the true philosophy of “Gothic” reaches for the heavens.

More than a stone skeleton of columns and flying buttresses, the arches and spires orchestrate and conspire exploration of limits, suggesting a soul, if not flesh.

Ogive arches simultaneously point to heaven yet acquiesce to the burden, directing the force & weight of the burdens of such an improbable reach. They are designed to both create the light & provide the structure. Thus the imposing structures are as uplifting as they are intimidating.

Spires, like the obelisks before them, were as much spears as prayers. Each spire a show of strength, a demand, an impotent quest… A phallus thrusting for admission, the aching alms of humanity constructed in entreaty and defiance. And wonder.

Lacking in spires leaves one emotionally, and literally, without aspirations. This is why, even when spires were lost quickly — within just a few short years crumbling & falling from their heights — they are etched in our minds. Their visual ambitions are recalled; remembered not for failure, but honored for the balls & glory to try.

When those self-described Gothic persons only see or believe in “darkness” and “gloom” without reaching, without romance, they’ve made it as base as fucking.

It is true that you must omit light to have utter darkness; but to believe it is simple to do, to ignore the battle & dismiss the conquest is folly. Where light probes dark, where dark resists & envelopes light, where one forces the other to give way and submit, this is where the beauty of possibility lies.

Simply starting from, or existing only in, darkness is to miss the the contrast, the interplay.

slivers of light, shivers of delight
despair in the dark, declare in the dark

When people forget to reach for (let alone acknowledge) the light, they miss the beauty. But I thrill at such purpose of discovery.

I find it stimulating how the unknown curls into a ball to protect itself from the parry and thrust of intellect, how beauty cannot be dissected & replicated as the sum of its parts, how seeking is as much about the love & adoration as it is the desire to know — it must be, for we know we are doomed from the start. We are either doomed to remain ignorant, doomed to our discoveries and have the magic removed, or doomed to only have more questions. We know this, and yet we continue anyway.

I arouse at the intercourse of light and dark, finger tips of one penetrating the other, in the push-comes-to-shove exploration of faith and science in the pursuit of truth… Where force may oft be best plied as a reverent whisper, and the brute force of denial may result in our own scream of anguish. And either may be the surprising key to open the door.

This is why I like power play, power exchange, BDSM, whatever you call it. It’s probing, challenging, illumination, squelching… The twisting turns of our bodies and souls. The awe.

It’s where the spill of release may be as readily achieved by a soft moan in the ear as it is by a cruel word spate in harsh tones… a feathery touch on a tender place, followed by the hard crack of leather.

Tell me you “can’t come that way” and I’ll apply my knowledge of you, leveraging your grey matter as well as your physical parts at precise points, until I have you drooling like Pavlov’s dog from your genitals — the orgasm at the end of the world, rending the fabric of your reality.

For you, the sub, it is in the darkness of subspace that you find illumination, salvation, and the desire for more; the soft grey veils part, exposing glimpses of additional mystery. For me, the Domme, a chance to regain, however slight, access to the very same. Even if only in my subs eyes and sighs…

Oh, heavens — this devious angel has long missed you.

I continue to reach.

Gothic BDSM images by Vlad Gansovsky.

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Generally speaking, the “Nines” in Nikki Nines refers to the idea that standard measurements of availability can be misleading. This alone leads folks who hear me speak so call me a geek — a name tag I wear with pride — and believe that this is why I’ve named myself with the number nine.

But then there are the other aspects of my life which lead many to guess at the meaning of naming myself after a number. Some think that “Nine” is for my guns (9mm, the number in my collection etc.). Others think that it’s the age I was when my mother died. A few think it’s my adoration of Nikki Sixx which lead to my numeral naming. My choice to keep mum on my private life and my career requirements to do the same (my work also being the matter of choices made) leads to even more speculation…

Among other things, I’ve been accused of being an assassin (if I were, could I admit it?), a model, a bounty hunter (or other hunter/tacker), security detail for celebrities (with my love of music and musicians, typically in said industry), an IT pro, an (unsuccessful, reclusive) artist, a lawyer, an anthropologist, and a criminal profiler.

I’ll neither confirm nor deny any of this. I merely point it out to say that the myths of Nikki Nine are plentiful — and to illustrate that nearly every guess (& its explanation) has to do with intimidation and/or a “lone wolf” personality. Just varying ways of saying I’m unapproachable, even in the underground circles I travel. And this is rather my point — why I’m about the nines.

The measurements of availability can be misleading.

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Born in 1984, I may or may not have been named Nikki after the Prince song — but I do have some things in common with the song:

I knew a girl named nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said howd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little nikki grind

She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldnt believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And nikki started 2 grind

Nikki

The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I cant tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin will kick your behind
Oh, shell show u no mercy
But shell shonuff shonuff show u how 2 grind

Darlin nikki

Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasnt there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind

Oh, nikki, ohhhh

Come back nikki, come back
Your dirty little prince
Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind

{backwards at the end…}
Hello, how r u? Im fine. cause I know
That the lord is coming soon, coming, coming soon.

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Spending a lot of time in airports means I spend too much time reading magazines — even the corny, out-dated (and sometimes dangerous) Cosmopolitan, abandoned on the seat next to me during a two hour layover.

Flippin’ bored I began to flip through pages… And what should my beautiful eyes spy? An article on orgasm denial.

OK, so the folks at & interviewed by Cosmo aren’t going to come right out and say “orgasm denial” — but sure as shootin’ that’s what they are talking about in Taking Your Orgasm to a New Level, by Jennifer Benjamin.

Any Dominatrix, Domme (or Dom) worth the salt in their sweaty subs, well, sweat (and perhaps tears), knows this stuff. But for the rest of you — and for those who think that their kink of orgasm denial means they are damaged goods (or worse), will find the advice from the sexperts both illuminating and comforting.

And that, ladies & grunts, is why it’s called wisdom: wise-dom or wise-domme.

Then again, those of you who do not wish to know how the rabbit, after long delay, delightfully pops forth from the hat, skip the read and just count on us to continue to provide the magic.

All images/scans from Cosmopolitan, June 2009 issue.

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Breathtaking enough as she is…

Behind the cut Nikki Nines poses with her favorite weapon.

(If these next picks don’t make you drop your pants and give yourself 20, well, that’s just ‘cuz you’re scared shitless.)

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Every now and then I wake up in the middle of the night, panting and gasping, drenched in sweat — and something even stickier between my thighs…

I’ve been dreaming of servicing an entire pirate ship of men, but where do I get my own pleasures? Listen to find out…

And discover what you can learn about sex from the pirates in my dreams.

A pirate gang-bang of male submission & humiliation.

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