Girls masturbate…why can’t we talk about it?

I was looking on the Daily Telegraph website today, actually I was looking for reviews of a shite comedy series that started last night (the review was good, the public comments echoed my own thoughts…nice to know it’s not you), and at the bottom of the page there were various links to other pages on the website.

One which caught my eye was entitled ‘Girls masturbate, why can’t we talk about it?‘ Which I will repost here just in case you can’t see it in another country or something…

Who doesn’t love busting a taboo? Doesn’t it make you feel edgy and modern and SHOCKING? Do you remember the ‘90s, when anal sex was the taboo du jour (du decade?)? I put this in no small part down to overexposure to Sex and the City, which definitely mentioned it at least twice in six years. But yeah! Anal sex was cool! Because it was taboo! And nothing’s sexier than busting a taboo, yeah!
Then, after watching a bit more Sex and the City, we decided that the use of the word c**t was a far bigger taboo, so we started saying it loads, all the time, to show how edgy we were.
Once the naughtiest of all the naughty words, c**t is only months away from being used on Hollyoaks Later – which means it’s only a matter of time before Corrie’s Rita start’s shouting it at Norris across the street’s cornershop – The Kabin when he forgets to top up the sherbet lemons.
So we need another taboo to bust – but what’s left? I went to see the very funny Book of Mormon this week, where a running joke about a man ‘f***ing a baby’ had the audience, including myself, crying with laughter (seriously, go and see it, it really is excellent), which makes me wonder if there’s anywhere left to go.
And then I remembered the one dirty little secret we’re all harbouring. The one thing we can’t talk about, even amongst our closest female friends. Female masturbation.
Obviously there are conditions attached to this: vibrators are fine – we can discuss vibrators, go and buy them together, attend hen nights where we have to rescue a vibrator from a stripper’s butt cheeks using only our pelvic floor muscles (I don’t go to many hen nights – but that’s what happens when you’ve finished glazing your own commemorative mugs, right?). Only a prude would admit to not owning a vibrator. They’re sexy! And fun! Sexy fun! And empowering! And that one with the ears once featured in Sex and the City! So we’re fine with that.
But we never discuss female masturbation, on its own, without a purple, glittery, revolving phallus, without a man present, just for the sake of it.
I can talk about it, if someone else brings it up in conversation (which rarely happens), but I have to force myself to swallow my discomfort first, and I’d never bring it up myself – why is that? The topics of conversation I’ll cover with my closest friends know no bounds – except this one. Is it just too personal? Because that’s how it feels. I managed to get one friend, who will discuss her bowel movements with me at the drop of a hat, to admit that she masturbates. But only when she’d drunk the best part of a bottle of wine.
But why the double standard? Men talk about wanking all the time. A male friend “knows a guy” who prides himself on the number of times he can fit a wank in during a day at work. His record is 23.
Twenty-three times in one working day? That doesn’t sound like fun. That sounds as close to self-flagellation as you can get on an industrial estate in Croydon. But nonetheless, his wanking prowess is a point of pride.
In fact The Most Ancient and Most Puissant Order of the Beggar’s Benison and Merryland, Anstruther, known as The Beggar’s Benison, was a Scottish gentlemen’s club founded in 1732, devoted to “the convivial celebration of male sexuality”. It was a wanking club.
But is female masturbation actually taboo? Or am I the maiden aunt clutching her pearls while all the cool kids go off to masturbation raves in warehouses, where they take loads of ketamine and frig themselves silly?
As Telegraph Wonder Women’s agony aunt Dr Petra Boyntonpoints out, masturbation itself isn’t taboo – it’s talked about far more in sex education and in the media than say, 50 years ago. Instead, the problem lies with how we discuss it, and the language we use. “In the UK, the discussion focuses on products (toys) and performance/aspirational messages around spicing up your sex life. But, we don’t talk about how to masturbate or how that might be interpreted within a relationship.
“Masturbation is happening and we talk about it but the media/self help market uses language in quite a limiting way, which actually means it’s not a taboo but can be difficult to talk about.”
Masturbation is fine when it’s for the purposes of male titillation. But WHY? Does female desire, on its own and without a purpose (to make babies, or to please a man) make us uncomfortable? Are women not allowed to be horny, just because? And why do women refuse to talk about masturbating even when they are just in female company? We are the generation that talk about ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING. But not this.
It’s almost like there’s a conspiracy we’re all a willing part of, a refusal to discuss female masturbation sensibly, lest all the women discover their clitorises, drop what they’re doing and start furiously wanking in the nearest cupboard. But that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it?

Not that I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about the subject, no really I haven’t… but it does seem that the writer has a good point. For instance, the word ‘wank’ conjours up a very male specific image, and yet there is no universally accepted female equivalent. Why? And as the writer says, it’s one thing that women don’t talk about it in front of men, but women seemingly don’t even talk about it to other women, not that I’m suggesting that I talk to other men about wanking…. not that I’d have a lot to say on the subject anyway! Well, you know what I mean.
Maybe this secrecy/taboo element is why it turns men on to think about women ‘pleasuring’ themselves, or maybe it reassures us that women do actually like sex and they aren’t just going along with the whole charade to stop us getting grumpy. Women may scoff at this but it is very odd to us men that something as simple as self-gratification is such a taboo subject. Men discover wanking at a relatively early age and apart from those of us who enter into slightly unorthodox agreements with our partners, most men will carry on jerking their cocks until such time as they die, or cease to function sufficiently. 
To us it’s a no brainer, we wouldn’t even take offence if we are termed a wanker (as long as it’s said in jest) because we all know we are, it’s a common interest, like porn or football (actually I don’t like football). So to us, it’s a peculiar thing that the vast majority of women are so coy about it, or actively claim not to indulge themselves. I’m forty three now, and in all my years I can only recall one instance of a woman I knew talking openly about it and that was at school (a girl called Bridget talking to another girl about rubbing herself against her pillow, or something… truth be told school is a long time ago now). 
Anyway, I think the article said pretty much everything, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Last night’s weigh-in was not as bad as I feared it might be, following my first ‘holiday week’. I put on 2.5lbs, but I was more than happy with that, thinking that over a two week period I could easily have put on 7lbs. So it’s back on the wagon now, and now of course rather than 3lbs to go until my 28lb milestone (2 Stones in English money) it 5.5lbs, and I’ll have to lose 3lb before I get any other treat of course… Still that’s not really that bad. I lost 4lbs the first two weeks I started (8lbs in total), so I reckon it should be reasonably do-able. We’ll see. 

Well, I can’t sit around typing all night, I have some pussy worship to attend to!

Femdom Session 22nd September 2013…

Originally we had planned to have our next session at the start of this week, but Mistress’s period arrived suddenly and put paid to that idea… on the upside that meant that both of us were really gagging for it today, which is always a good way to start a Femdom session don’t you think?
Mistress instructed me to wear my blindfold and the Oxballs Cocksling along with my wrist and ankle restraints to start the session, and so that’s how she found me when she entered the room. After checking that I had nothing to confess, Mistress briefly whipped my ass a dozen times just to remind me who is in charge.
After that she had me worship her beautiful feet, which I did enthusiastically, while she started sliding her glass dildo into her moistening pussy. It wasn’t long before she had me sucking her glass cock clean while taunting me about how unfortunate it was that I was blindfolded and therefore couldn’t watch her fucking herself.
This continued for a while, me kissing her feet and sucking her gorgeous toes in the blackness, while she told me how good it felt to have a nice hard ‘cock’ inside her. Finally she stopped me and had me clean off her dildo one more time, before ordering me onto the bed and restraining me at all four corners of the bed.
No sooner was I tied down than she was on the bed and straddling my face, ‘Tongue out’ she said and I eagerly complied, finally getting to taste her delicious pussy was Heaven!
I could feel my cock growing harder and harder as I licked and lapped at her beautiful slit and Mistress was most pleased to see the effect licking her had on my cock. She grabbed it and started stroking it hard, after that it was a bit of a blur, one minute she was slapping my cock, then she was back on my face, sucking me cock really hard, stroking again, back on my face, sliding her pussy down on my cock and riding me hard, then back on my face, asking me if I like the taste of her pussy after my cock’s been inside it (err…. yes!), more stroking, riding my cock again…
Then she removed my blindfold and allowed me to look at her for the first time. She looked magnificent. She had a PVC skirt on and a PVC top which has straps framing her gorgeous breasts, just wonderful. She bent forward and allowed me to suck on her nipples and then turned so that I was looking up at her beautiful pink pussy and her oh-so lickable ass. I looked down at my cock, which looked unbelievably hard, it looked like it could explode at any moment, though I was nowhere the edge. It looked so red and swollen… and still Mistress was tormenting it, stroking it hard and whipping it with her little cock whip, and at the same time she was taunting me with her ass, lowering it onto my face so that she she could feel my breath on her asshole, but not allowing me to lick it yet…
Soon she decided I needed something up my ass, and duly filled me with our old plastic dildo. Then she wiped the excess lube all over my balls and attached clothes pegs to my nipples. She looked amazing as she turned to leave me laying there and told me she would be back when she was ready.
Instantly my balls started to burn, the clothes pegs weren’t even registering… I don’t know why, it couldn’t have been the lube, but maybe the fact that my balls had been in the Oxballs for about half an hour and the skin was really tight… I dunno, but my cock still looked as hard as I’ve ever seen it. Those ten or so minutes went by pretty slowly for me, but it wasn’t like it was unbearable or anything… I mean it was pretty bad, but it wasn’t like the time Mistress put Deep Heat on my balls, now that was unbearable!!! I just don’t understand why it was so bad, Mistress has left me in the Oxballs for longer than that before… why would lube make it sting so bad? Doesn’t make any sense.
When she returned Mistress untied me, removed the dildo from my ass and the pegs from my nipples and had me remove the cocksling. It was a relief to get it off, and the second it was off it was like my balls had been bathed in cool silk…
Mistress lay back on the bed and spread her legs, her skirt had been removed but she was still wearing the top half of her outfit and she looked stunning. I was so happy to be back where I love to be, between her silky smooth thighs, licking her perfect pussy, that I soon forgot about my poor balls and surprisingly quickly I felt Mistress’s thighs tighten and her body buck hard as she came. It felt so good to make her cum again after such a (relatively) long break, and I eagerly but gently lapped her pussy clean after she had finished cumming when she instructed me to.
Mistress then stood on the bed and had me lick her juices off the insides of her thighs and her ass and then had me lick the sheet clean before she tied me down once again. Mistress told me she was very pleased with my pussy worship and told me that I was going to be allowed to worship her gorgeous ass this time. My cock was soon rock hard again as she sank down onto my face and I pressed my tongue against her musky hole. Mistress jerked me hard as I tongued her ass, and then she lifted off, she did this a couple of times and then she reminded me that when I get to my next weight-loss target I will be getting another reward. She told me I needed to concentrate on that and get my head back on track next week, and reminded me that the sooner I lose the weight the sooner I’ll get to jerk off over her beautiful ass while she holds her cheeks open and then lick my cum off her asshole…
Mistress knelt beside me and was stroking me hard now and I was getting close, I warned her once and she continued to stroke hard, she asked me if I wanted to be allowed to cum but I couldn’t answer her, all I could do was warn her again that I was getting really, really, really close now. She told me I could cum, but even as she said it I felt her touch loosen and slow until she was barely even touching my cock any more. I watched as a drop of cum appeared at the end of my cock and then a small amount dribbled out while Mistress continued her fingertip strokes. I felt practically nothing of course and then Mistress scooped up the cum that had escaped onto her fingers and fed it to me. She got the rest and I licked her fingers clean again. My cock was starting to wilt a bit now and when she squeezed it gently some more cum landed on my stomach, again Mistress scooped it up and fed it to me. This was the first time that Mistress had ruined an orgasm during one of our sessions, so it was good that she broke down another barrier… she hadn’t ruined an orgasm in ages either, so I’m glad that she hasn’t given up on the idea.
Mistress looked so hot today, she always gets this amazing glow about her when she adopts her Mistress persona, her hair is always a little messy too, which looks really sexy and of course it’s the only time she ever wears red lipstick… the way she groaned as she sucked my rock hard cock was fucking awesome as well, and I just adore seeing her so into it.
I begged her to let me taste her pussy one more time, she looked at me and then pressed her finger into her pussy and I licked it clean, then she did it again and then she reached for her glass dildo one more time and slid it easily into her dripping wet pussy. She pushed it into my mouth and I sucked and licked it clean and then Mistress told me the session was over.