Kaelah's Corner (Apr 2013): Forever Young

When I write about kinky fantasies on this blog, I usually try to make it very clear that I am talking about erotic fantasies between consenting adults. In the perverted fantasy picture posts and the stories that I have published on this blog, the characters involved were clearly described as being adult, too. However, the bottom characters in some of my personal fantasies (especially the naval ones) are usually rather young. I thought about why that is so, which is the topic of today's post.

A while ago, there was a very interesting guest post on Ana's blog written by Breanna Hayse about ageplay. I think it is very clear to the readers of this blog that kinky ageplay fantasies have got nothing to do whatsoever with real children. It's a similar difference to the one between erotic consensual spanking and (domestic) violence. Still, it is very difficult to absolutely make that clear for everyone when writing a blog about erotic CP, which is why I usually stay away from writing about kinky fantasy scenarios that include any characters who are minors. And if I ever write about a fantasy which involves characters that could be perceived as being underage, I make it more than clear that this is just a fantasy scenario for kinky consenting adults, that it has got nothing to do with real children and that I don't condone any CP between non-consenting persons which includes of course any kind of CP involving minors.

I very much liked how ageplay between consenting adults was explained in the above mentioned post on Ana's blog. Reading through the post gave me the feeling that this kind of play is about as innocent and sweet as pet play. But, just like pet play, it doesn't seem to be my kink (at least not the form that I would call "typical" ageplay). Which is not to say that the idea of being pampered like a child by a mother or father once in a while doesn't have any appeal for me. It just does not have any kinky appeal.

Still, the fact remains that several characters in my private kinky fantasy worlds are rather young, even though they usually behave more like responsible adults (the young cadets, for instance, already have a job to do that requires adult behaviour) and are also treated in a rather adult way. Which shows that the reason behind using young characters in my fantasy scenarios is obviously not the idea of dipping into a world without responsibilities, as is seemingly the case for many of those who are into the more common forms of ageplay. But still the young age of the characters seems to be important. And the question is, why is that so and what is the appeal?

Now first of all, the kinds of fantasies which attract me might be a key factor. When it comes to CP scenes involving a bottom of a higher age, which common scenarios do we have? The most typical ones I can think of are explicitly erotic scenes, domestic scenarios and institutional / judicial CP. While I of course like erotic CP scenes in real life in my relationship with Ludwig and while I also enjoy fantasizing about these kinds of scenes from time to time, many of the kinky scenarios I fantasize about are formal and non-sexual. Then, I am not so much into domestic discipline between adults because I expect adults to manage themselves and I don't like the idea of a permanent power imbalance between adult partners. Finally, the idea of institutional / judicial CP involving adults brings up images of rather severe punishments in my head (too severe for my personal taste) and it usually either means that the offender has done something really bad (because otherwise an older adult wouldn't be subjected to CP) or that the character on the receiving end is the victim of unfair treatment and a brutal system (which enables me to feel with the bottom but makes me so angry about the injustice that I can't enjoy the scene anymore).

On the other hand, talking about a young offender in a domestic scene (in my fantasies, usually the protégé of a guardian not related by blood), I can think of the power imbalance as being due to the difference in age and life experience and therefore not being permanent. And when it comes to institutional / judicial CP (my fantasy scenarios often tend to be a mixture between domestic and institutional, the caring part that also plays a role in the common forms of ageplay can be found here as well), I can more easily imagine that a lighter punishment (on the harsher end of real erotic CP play) is sufficient due to the young age of the recipient.

Furthermore, since the bottom is so young, it seems more okay for me that he or she does something wrong and gets into trouble without this making him or her a bad or irresponsible person who should know better. This way, a punishment can both be "justified" by some real wrongdoing (within the context of the story, I don't believe that any offence justifies CP in reality) and at the same time the character on the receiving end can be a likeable person whom I can cheer for and who just happened to do something forbidden. The character can even be a high potential who has to deal with especially high expectations on his or her way to becoming a responsible leader one day, which makes it easier to think of scenarios that might get said character into trouble without him or her having done something horrible.

And finally, the younger a character is, the more it is okay for me as an observer to think of stronger reactions to CP without having to make the character a weak person. For instance, the thought of an older man or woman crying from CP is not so much my cup of tea, but when we are talking about a very young person, it feels okay.

I think the combination of all the factors that I mentioned is why the bottom characters in several of my personal formal kinky fantasies are rather young. Maybe the fact that I took my very first fantasies from children's books like Castle Schreckenstein also plays a role here.

In my real kinky play, though, I haven't done much ageplay (or whatever you might call my fantasies involving young characters) so far. First of all, Ludwig and I don't do much role-play, anyway. Secondly, Ludwig isn't into any scenarios that involve underage characters. This isn't so much of a problem, though, because we don't need to agree on any specific age. For Ludwig it is okay to have a young character as a bottom and I can make the character even a bit younger in my head without the age having to be explicitly mentioned in the scene. Still I guess I have been too scared that the role-play might not be able to live up to the expectations created by the fantasy scenarios to experiment with it more. In addition to that, these kinds of role-play scenarios for me often go along with cross-gender play (i.e. me being a young man) which makes it even more difficult for not very experienced role-players.

That being said, Ludwig and I very recently had our very first M/M naval cadet spanking scene. It was very spontaneous and rather short, but I definitely liked it. I will tell you more about that short scene in another post.

For today, I would like to hand over to you and ask you whether the age of the characters involved plays any role in your kinky fantasies? If yes, which one and why? Please share your thoughts in the comment section, I look forward to hearing from you!

Hornblower

(Picture found at IMDB.)

For those of you who have been reading this blog for a little while, it isn't something new to hear that one of my favourite kinky fantasies involves M/M naval whippings and canings, especially when someone is made to kiss the gunner's daughter. Obviously, I have already managed to infect others, as this post by Bogey from Our Bottoms Burn proves.

Our reader and friend Fenris kindly pointed out a fascinating film scene to me which features a harsh punishment of a young midshipman named Mr Wellard. It's from the 2001 episode "Hornblower: Mutiny" of the TV series Hornblower. As Wikipedia explains, the series is "based on C. S. Forester's novels about the fictional character Horatio Hornblower, a Royal Naval officer during the French Revolutionary Wars and the Napoleonic Wars."

On the IMDB the plot of the episode is summarized as follows: "Sir Edward Pellew visits Horatio Hornblower who is jail in Jamaica awaiting his trial on a charge of making a mutiny. His problems began six months earlier when he was appointed Third Lieutenant aboard the HMS Renown under the famous Captain James Sawyer. It soon becomes apparent to several of the officers, including Horatio's friend Archie Kennedy who is aboard ship as Fourth Lieutenant that the Captain is suffering from madness of some sort. He is cruel and sees conspiracies everywhere. Both Horatio and Midshipman Wellard prove to be the particular objects of his wrath. [...]"

In a comment on YouTube the reason for the caning was explained like this: Mr Wellard “went against the captain's orders when the sail tore - like he was taught to do and should have done. He did nothing wrong, but the captain has become extremely paranoid and sees everything as mutiny.” Here is the caning, or, actually, the canings (I am not really sure what actually started the second round) that is / are carried out as a result:


As with all kinds of spankings, it is of course the kinky fantasy version that I find appealing, not the real historical one. So I am very glad to know that this is just a film scene and no real harm was done. But even in that light, the caning is still a bit too harsh for me and that even though I am into rather severe canings.

There are several aspects of the scene which I find very appealing, though. Of course there is the formal, ritualistic style of the whole procedure. In addition, Mr Wellard, the handsome young midshipman (he is cute, is he not?) who is caned in the scene, is not portrayed as a deserving offender but rather as a victim of the captain's paranoia. This allows for a high degree of sympathy with him during his ordeal. Therefore, his fellow sailors of all ranks (except for one guy) obviously have a lot of sympathy for the young midshipman as well and visibly suffer with him, counting the strokes and wishing for the punishment to be over as quickly as possible. On the other hand, Mr Wellard is not portrayed as being weak and completely helpless. He calmly surrenders to the punishment without any resistance, making sure to at least keep his pride. I do not only like Mr Wellard's bravery, I also enjoy his very restraint reactions which nevertheless reveal the great distress he is in.

In all these regards, the scene is right up my alley, even though it is much too severe, as I already mentioned before. I was also looking for another, less brutal naval caning film scene for quite some time which I had seen many years ago and which Fenris has finally found as well. I will share that one with you one day, too. And I definitely have to find Ludwig and me some authentic naval uniforms!

A Morning Quickie

Ludwig came out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. I was still in bed, but ready to get into the bath once he was finished in there. Ludwig sat next to me on the bed, checking something. When he stood up, his towel fell to the ground, making him stand before me in all his naked glory.

For some reason (I have no idea how this happened), our conversation turned to spanking. I had sat myself up and Ludwig climbed on the bed next to me, telling me that the word spanking alone turned him on. Having my boyfriend so close to me in his birthday suit, his firm bottom within reach, was an opportunity too daunting to resist. "Oh really?" I replied. "Maybe I can help you with that."

With these words I grabbed Ludwig and threw him forward over my lap. Ludwig was caught by surprise, but even when he realised what was happening, he didn't make a huge effort to fight back. And so I started spanking his beautifully presented behind with my hand, eliciting some nice small reactions.
 

"That's not helpful in taking my mind away from erotic thoughts", Ludwig complained. - "Oh, I thought a harsh spanking can help men stop being turned on", I said, referring to all the reports on the internet about female tops spanking away the arousal of their male bottoms. All the while I continued spanking, enjoying the closeness with my boyfriend and the wonderful feeling when my hand made contact with Ludwig's sexy behind. "It doesn't seem to work like that at the moment", Ludwig replied.

Obviously we hadn't indulged in any spanking fun for far too long! I was very happy to see that Ludwig seemed to enjoy my efforts and that he obviously didn't feel awkward (he usually is not so much into OTK hand spankings as a bottom since they can have a domestic feel to him which he doesn't like at all). So I finished him off with twelve hard, slowly paced strokes which he obviously felt (having had a bath right before a spanking really seems to increase the sting). Then I was finally happy with my handiwork.

Still, the bathroom had to wait for me a little longer, since we indulged in a different kind of fun first. That spontaneous little spanking scene really was a wonderful way to start out our day! And of course Ludwig returned the favour to me with some quick, spontaneous hand spankings the following days.

An Adult Schoolgirl

As some of you might have noticed, my time online is limited at the moment, so you won't see me around much in Blogland for a while. But I at least wanted to share the adult schoolgirl pictures with you which I already told you about in this post. I hope you like them as much as I enjoyed making them!

When I was a real schoolgirl, I used to be Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, just like it should be. When I was a real schoolgirl, I was innocent, diligent and polite.

But those times are long gone now. Today I am an adult and not a girl any more. As a kinky adult schoolgirl, though, I get to do all the things which wouldn't be appropriate for real schoolgirls. Because doing all these inappropriate things gets me into the position I long to be in.

So I stand there, an adult kinky schoolgirl in her adult kinky school uniform, bent over a chair with her skirt raised. Looking back over my shoulder, I try to catch a glimpse of what is about to come.

And then I feel the cane being tapped on my bottom which is protected only by my thin white cotton knickers. When the cane strikes me and the sting starts to build, I grit my teeth.

Soon my knickers are gone as well and I moan and wriggle when the cane meets my bare flesh -  again and again.

Eventually my bottom is all covered with red parallel stripes. And I am waiting for the permission to get up and dressed. But only to pull down my knickers again a short time later to admire the lovely stripes in the mirror.

"The Punishment Room is My Hunting Ground"

Today's post is not for the faint of heart. There is some really ugly stuff ahead. First, I am going to write about football, and then it will get worse. You have been warned.

Football is a subject that seems to come up about once a year on this blog, even though, as I keep affirming time and time again, I am not a football fan. And it's true, I really could not care less about football. One reason is that I don't watch a lot of sports in the first place. Another is that, when I do watch sports, I prefer individual sports to team sports. Yet another is contrariness - the cliché is that all Germans are crazy and knowledgeable about football, so I make a point of being neither. And don't even get me started on the lost football bet that led to me getting thrashed by Kaelah and Leia-Ann Woods...

Having said all that, I don't actively dislike football. It does not interest me, but I don't disdain it, either. Every two years when there is a European Championship or a World Cup, I watch a few matches of the German national team out of a feeling of patriotic duty. Until they inevitably lose in the semi-final or the final, an experience the English fans never have to make because England always goes out earlier.

Because I only watch football every two years, the following tidbit of potential kinky interest had never occurred to me until recently: the penalty area, the rectangular area in front of the goal within which... special rules apply*, is called "Strafraum" in German. Which literally means "punishment room". Even though I am not a football fan, I should have picked up on this earlier. "Punishment room"! How did I manage to miss the obvious kinky vibe of the term for all these years? I have no explanation.

(* In the penalty area, the goalkeeper may handle the ball and a penalty is awarded for a foul by the defending team. I just looked it up, and yeah, I actually knew this. I thought that more extra rules might apply in the penalty area, but apparently, it is only these two.)

What finally made me notice the "Strafraum" thing was reading the newspaper the other day. There was a humorous article about footballers turned singers, a subject as ripe for ridicule as few other human endeavours. I mean, it is such an obvious, easy target, it is almost unsportsmanlike to mock it. Almost, but not quite! So here we go: do any of our British readers remember Head Over Heels in Love by Kevin Keegan? Yes, you guessed right, that is a collaboration with Smokie. It even got to number 10 in the charts in Germany. Who says we Germans don't have a sense of humour? Well, maybe we just have really bad taste.

Actually, that bit of 70s soft "rock" might be pretty bland, but it isn't as outrageously, puke-inducingly bad as some of the other stuff by footballers who could not suppress their lack of musical talent any longer. Franz Beckenbauer's Du bist das Glück ("You Are Happiness") and 1:0 für die Liebe ("1:0 for Love") are proof that even Der Kaiser is capable of the worst blunders. German Schlager music is sappy, sentimental tosh at the best of times, but when sung by a footballer, it becomes a crime against humanity. Do not listen to both songs from start to finish, it will give you brain cancer. Let's move on to something not quite as horrifying. When Jean Marie Pfaff was the goalkeeper for Bayern Munich back in 1984, he put out this little gem: Jetzt bin ich ein Bayer. The music, as one would expect, is utter crap, but the lyrics have some redeeming qualities:

Ich war ein Belgier und jetzt bin ich ein Bayer

Ich trinke Bier und esse Leberkäs' mit Eier

(I was a Belgian and now I am a Bavarian

I drink beer and eat Leberkäse with eggs)

I actually think that is kind of cute. I, King Ludwig of Bavaria, approve this message! But I have tortured you long enough, so let's get to a song that can at least be misconstrued as kinky: in 1997, Austrian striker Toni Polster teamed up with an all-female German pub rock band named Die Fabulösen Thekenschlampen ("The Fabulous Bar Sluts") to record Toni, Lass Es Polstern. The song title is difficult to translate. "Polster" means "pillow", and "polstern" is a new creation of a verb that could be translated as "to pillow". So, you could translate the title as "Toni, let it pillow", or less literally as "Toni, let it rip". Either way, the implication is clear: Toni is not just dangerous on the football field, but with the ladies in the pub as well...

In one line of the verse, he sings: "Der Strafraum ist mein Jagdrevier" ("The penalty area punishment room is my hunting ground"). To which the chorus of the Fabulous Bar Sluts replies: "Komm, Toni, bitte jag mit mir!" ("Come, Toni, please go hunting with me!"). If that isn't kinky, then I don't know what is.

Enough with the punishment. If you have read this post all the way to the end and clicked on more than two of the song links, you are officially a masochist. Congratulations.

The Pirates' Curse

Today, we want to tell you a bit more about the caning which I gave Ludwig recently and which, in combination with my marks from my LOL Day Switching, led to this partnerlook picture. As we have done several times already, we have written this post as a joint venture. Ludwig's comments are the ones in brackets and bold letters.

The whole scene started with a bet proposed by Ludwig. Now, one would think that Ludwig by now ought to know better than to indulge in any bets, especially those that lead to a spanking for the loser. But apparently, he was so sure of himself in this case that he decided to take the risk despite of his former negative experiences.

We were talking about the Pirates of the Carribean series. A rather innocent topic one might assume. But then I mentioned that, to my best knowledge, the German title for the movies was “Fluch der Karibik” ("Curse of the Carribean"). I had only seen excerpts from the films, though, so I wasn't 100 per cent sure. Ludwig insisted that I must be wrong and that the German title must be “Piraten der Karabik”, which is the literal translation of the original title. I became more and more sure that I had never heard that title in German, though. But Ludwig was sure that “Fluch der Karibik” was wrong.

[I had never seen any of the films, either, but I remembered from reading about them that the full title of the first one was "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl". I thought that Kaelah must be mixing up the "curse" element of the subtitle of the first film with the title of the series. After all, it did not make any sense whatsoever to translate "Pirates of the Caribbean" as "Curse of the Caribbean". I thought that not even the German film translators could be that dumb. Obviously, I was wrong.]

And so Ludwig proposed a bet about who of us had the German title right. The loser would receive 25 cane strokes from the winner. Now, normally I am not into betting. I hate losing, especially if there is something at stake. But I became more and more convinced that I was right. Ludwig's guess, on the other hand, seemed to be based mainly on the fact that he couldn't imagine why any reasonable translator should not to use the literal translation in this case, since it sounded good in German. So I finally decided to take the plunge and agreed to the bet.

It didn't take us long to find out that I was right. Rational considerations have never kept translators from making up completely strange new titles for films where the original title could easily have been translated. And so, Ludwig was in for 25 strokes of the cane!

[It really was a surprise to me. I had been so confident about my pick for the title. When I lost the famous football bet on this blog some years ago, it was simply bad luck. In sports, anything can happen - even if one team has a winning record over another, you can never be one hundred percent sure who will win. But in the movie title bet, my own hubris was my downfall. With hindsight, I found it fitting that it should be punished with a caning. And besides, Kaelah and I had wanted to get her some practice as a caner, anyway, for a big scene we are planning to eventually do on video.]

We didn't get around to settling the bet for quite a long time, but finally we decided that the caning would take place the next time we would be together. I had practised my caning technique every once in a while during that time and I practised again when we had settled the date for the scene. We had agreed on some general parameters. For instance, that Ludwig would be bent over a table and that we would film the scene, but only for ourselves, not for the public. Of course, I was free to bring some additional elements into the scene, though, that weren't explicitly planned beforehand. We had talked about the one or other possible thing that might happen, but Ludwig had no idea how exactly I would finally set up the scene.

After Ludwig had helped me to arrange the heavy table, I sent him to another room with the order to prepare himself for the scene and to wait until I called him. Then I dressed in my long black skirt and a Chinese style top. I set up the cameras, positioned a chair nearby, selected the cane that I wanted to use and another one in case the first one broke and put a large mirror behind the table. I wanted Ludwig to be able to watch me and himself during the caning.

[The mirror was the one thing I was totally sure of in advance. Kaelah loves mirrors, and I just knew without a shred of doubt that she would not be able to resist using one. We all have our predictable elements when we arrange a "big" special scene as a top - I certainly have mine, Kaelah has hers. And that is fine, I think!]

When I had finished my preparations, I fetched the singing bowl that we had already used for our very first play and struck it. The clear loud tone could not be missed. Ludwig came into the room and I told him to come over to me. I began by asking him why we were there. Bit by bit, Ludwig repeated the whole story that had led to the scene. After he had done so and I had reminded him that he was in for a severe caning, I told him to position teh chair next to him.

Ludwig did as he was instructed and I explained to him that I wanted him to strip naked, slowly and consciously. And I wanted him to fold each piece of his clothing carefully and diligently and put it on the chair next to him. Ludwig took off one piece after another, until he only wore his sexy black underpants. I told him to step out of those as well, only that this time he was also supposed to look at me throughout. Again, Ludwig did as I said.

I told him to put the chair away and fetch me the cane that I had selected and placed on a table nearby. Ludwig took the cane and came back to me, holding it with both hands. He handed me the cane and I ordered him to bend over the chair. When Ludwig had assumed his position, I put the cane back into his hands, telling him to contemplate the fate that was awaiting him. While he was doing so, being able to watch himself in the mirror in front of him, I arranged the cameras for the action.

[One of the peculiarities of being a top that switches is that I get caned so rarely that I never have an exact sensory memory of how the last time felt. The intervals between scenes where I bottom are so long that these details tend to fade a bit and it becomes more of an abstract memory. So whenever I do bend over for a caning, it is something of a re-acquaintance.]

[What I knew was that, in the last few scenes I had done as a bottom, one for the football bet video with Leia-Ann Woods and Kaelah and some shorter canings from Kaelah, I had struggled with the pain more than usual. I had taken the thrashings well in terms of restraint, but it had cost me a bigger effort than usual. A bigger effort, actually, than during longer and harder canings like the Ludwig's Comeuppance video I did with Niki Flynn. I was wondering why that was. Was my pain tolerance getting lower as I got older, or was it simply a case of me not having been in the right mental space for the more recent scenes, having perhaps underestimated these "smaller" canings? I thought that the upcoming 25 stroke caning, my longest one since Ludwig's Comeuppance in 2008, might help me solve that question.]

I went back to Ludwig, took the cane from him and positioned myself behind him. Now he could not only see himself in the mirror, but me as well. I carefully took aim on Ludwig's so far unblemished bottom. Finally I drew back the cane and brought it down hard. The stroke elicited a suppressed but visible reaction from Ludwig and a red stripe started to build on his bottom. Slowly and deliberately I placed stroke after stroke, taking the time to have a closer look at the marks every now and then.

Parallel stripe after stripe was added to the picture, their colour dark red and even slightly purple. When I reduced the severity a bit in order to fill in the blank gaps in between the marks, one stroke went a bit too high. Fortunately, it was still on the upper part of Ludwig's bottom, and while he felt that it was too high, his backbone didn't get injured. When I had more or less filled in the gaps, I again increased the severity for the last strokes, trying to put as much velocity behind the full-arm swings as I could. Because, as I told Ludwig, I had to make sure that he wouldn't one day loose “Haus und Hof” (house and farm) in a bet. Not that he is a guy who would ever do that...

[As it turned out, I found the caning easier to bear than I had feared. It was painful alright, but not as big a mental struggle as the last few scenes I had done as a bottom. Even though this one was longer and harder in terms of the actual force of the strokes. The difference, in my view, was all down to being more focussed and better mentally prepared in advance. For the video with Leia-Ann, we had to rearrange the cameras in between takes, and there was a lot of switching back and forth, first some M/F, then FF/M, then M/F again. Which made it difficult to fully focus on my scene as a bottom. And in the short, private scenes with Kaelah since then, I had perhaps also never been in quite the right mood. But this time, there were no distractions for me, and we had caught the right moment to do the scene.]

The last strokes came down quite hard, especially the very last one. Ludwig's reactions where still visible and slightly audible, but he managed to keep them under control. As he told me afterwards, my strokes had been hard, but not ultimately severe, even though I used my full arm. First of all, the cane that I used was rather light and rather short, which obviously reduced the impact. And secondly, I still need to improve my wristflick for that purpose. I am sure that the fact that I gave Ludwig enough time to recover in between the strokes also played a role here.

[Kaelah is a very good caner already, amazingly good, actually, in light of how few opportunities she has had to practice on a live target. But as with everyone, there are areas where she can still improve. The wristflick is one such area. It is what Niki used to call "the great equaliser", a technique that uses finesse rather than force and allows a petite woman to hit just as hard as a big strong bloke. On second thoughts, perhaps I should be careful with what I teach Kaelah... I might come to regret it eventually.]

Despite of the lack of ultimate severity, the caning had created a nice set of marks which we treated with lotion during the next days. After I had admired the result of my handiwork, we took some pictures for the memories and the scene was over. Obviously, the experience of still being able to take a caning of that severity level so well confirmed to Ludwig that switching from time to time wasn't so bad after all and that it was a nice idea to do a severe fifty strokes caning on video soon. I am not complaining at all about that result!

Kinky Slogans

Some time ago, Hermione introduced a very interesting tool on her blog. The so-called Sloganmaker turns any word into a catchy advertising slogan. Of course I had to try it, using kinky words. Not all the standard ones, though, but certain aspects of kink which are especially important to me. Sloganmaker created some really funny results. Here are a few of them (together with some additional comments from me):

Don't play with fire, but play with canes. - Where exactly is the difference, at least for the one on the receiving end?

Bondage - The place of happiness for everyone. - Well, maybe not for everyone, but at least for me.

Visualize perfection. Visualize tops. - Isn't that sweet? I am sure that some tops even really believe that one!

Switching - Your personal entertainer. - Indeed, what could be more entertaining than getting it all?

M/M the real dream. - Yup, I often dream of M/M!

And, last but not least, my personal favourite:

There is no life without domcat. - And this lucky little dachshund is very happy to share her life with her beloved domcat Ludwig.

So, how about you? What is your very personal kinky advertisement slogan (created either by Sloganmaker or yourself)? Please share your slogans in the comment section if you like!