Review of the large blue Lune from Servant Sex Toys

Have you ever opened a box of chocolates expecting it to be the run of the mill can have a few at a time kind but it ends up being the fancy, only can have one at a time kind? That is what happened when I tried out the large blue Lune from the company Servant Sex Toys.

The company was recommended to me by a friend and the people there couldn’t do enough for me. They talked to me on twitter via dm asking what I needed and wanted and recommended me what they thought I would need based on our conversations. They were ready to bend over backwards to help me and the site was very accessible to use.

Customs here in Europe was a bitch and that’s putting it mildly. The company was from Canada so it was a necessary evil. They asked what was in the package, even had a look. If I didn’t have a huge humiliation kink and a thick skin, well, I know many others who would have been in tears. I also had to pay import tax on it so although the company discounted it for me, the tax took that away, something no one could help but that I would like to tell readers since I don’t want it to bite them the same way.

When I finally got it, I was shocked at the size. The large Lune is 10.25 inches or 26.04 cm long and the maximum girth is 7 inches or 17.78 cm near the base. It looks like an anatomically correct penis but instead of balls, there is a square suction surface where they normally would be. The silicone is soft and it gobbles up water-based lube like you wouldn’t believe. It is also slippery to hold so it it is probably better if someone else controls it or you use the suction on the end to make it stick to something. Otherwise you will keep getting frustrated because it just slips out way too easily.

I tried it both by myself and with someone else helping me. It feels yielding in the right ways and I enjoy having it used on me but it is one of those toys I would use on special occasions with someone else rather than just for myself. I want to relax and let go of everything when using it and that works best with another person. It filled me up nicely and the orgasms I had were similar to those with a live penis, though I didn’t splash and drip as much. Also the one I got was the soft silicone so it’s not as easy to give me those deep hard thrusts that I like sometimes unless you really know what you are doing and can handle that level of slippery.

It really feels like that fancy box of chocolates I alluded to at the beginning.

I would like to thank Servant Sex Toys for giving me the opportunity to review this toy and for making their site so accessible. You can order the large blue Lune from www.servantsextoys.com along with various other toys including ones they will make to order.

Discovering my Non-sexual Kinks

When a friend of mine said that kink can be non-sexual, I had no idea what she was talking about. After all, we hear that kink and sex go together. There’s the undertone you hear about the word “kinky” or the stories like Kushiel’s Dart or Fifty Shades.
Then I met my baby boy and things changed.

This is a wonderful, competent person who adults extremely well. He has a job which gives him a lot of responsibilities but when he’s able to do so, he lives out his identity as an adult baby. I had no idea that there was a place for me in this kink but with him, it works wonderfully from my end. I love to pamper and look after him. The thing is, it’s not sexual for me. We share other things that take up that space. He taps into my geek kink and rocks my world with it. Although we share this kink, it is more emotional and sensory than sexual. It feels right and beautiful and I get a lot out of it.

It gives me a similar rightness to when I have topped for people. i have mostly done that for work but when I have, it’s not been sexual on my end but very liberating. Topping a Sissie Girl, for example, can be very cathartic in that it allows me to let out any aggression I may feel without hurting anyone. I love giving pleasure to someone who wants to be degraded and humiliated because I like it myself and have a bit of an understanding of the other person’s needs.

I have also discovered that I really and I mean really love furries. There’s nothing more fun than roleplaying with a wolf furry or a soft kitty furry. I even wouldn’t have an issue with a baby fur and I have heard that others find that kink creepy. I turn into a puddle of mush when playing games with them and I wish it were real so I could soft out on that luxurious sensory experience that fur would bring to me.

Maybe if the right person were to come along and we had sexy interspecies roleplay fun, it would be interesting and I am not against it but my thing with furries isn’t generally sexual either. It’s the idea of being allowed to stroke such a soft sensory being and take care of them.

I am possibly going to experience some sensual flogging and impact play next week without a sexual component and I will tell how that was but one thing is for certain. I now understand exactly what this friend meant when she said that kink and sex do not have to go hand in hand each and every time.

The Looky-Look Dilemma

I’ve been reading quite a number of blogs over the past nine months or so and following sex-positive people and those who work in the sex industry before that and there has been one thing that stood out with almost all of them. Somewhere along the line, they have made money using their image.

Some take nudes and sell them, others make porn. Still others use video chat programs or web cams. People say that this is what will bring in revenue.

But what if you just are not visually aware enough to do the vid thing?

It would be amazing to be in a porn movie. It would be cool to be able to send people nudes or chat on camera with them. The thing is, I just don’t feel that I am as yet visually aware enough to pull any of that off. When I say “visually aware”, I do not mean that I don’t look good because of my size or my age or that kind of thing. What I mean is that I have no clue what my face does on camera. My movements go all jerky when I know I am being filmed. My hands even shake if it is me holding the phone. People have to tell me where to aim and so my face will have the look of concentration on it when it is facing the person telling me how to aim. Now personally, I don’t think that’s sexy. It would be like that absent-minded voice you have when you are doing something else. I look stilted and programmed and that isn’t what a person wants to see when they want to get hot and sexy.

The thing is, I have no answer to this dilemma right now because everything I would do to change it would be learned actions as well so that would look more scripted still. I could, when my situation improves, have a camera set-up which stays in the same place all the time. I could get some shots taken by a professional and sell them. I could even get nudes done without my face, as photos so people don’t see how scripted it is. But it will never be that which comes from a person who can control what their body and face are doing by looking in a mirror.

The closest I can come to this is to look at the possibility of selling audio clips, for example. They would be done brilliantly so far as quality goes but as I have been told all of my life, people want the visuals. People want to see you and anything else would be seen as second rate.

I may come up with an answer at some point but for now, it will have to stay as it is. One of the various issues I am confronted with and do battle with most days.

Update

As it has been a pretty long time since I put out a post, I think I should probably tell what’s been happening and what is likely to happen soon.

I am in the process of finishing a review and will be starting another one with a more well-known company very soon about which I am really excited. I hope it goes well and I am a little bit nervous.

I now have pictures sorted out to make the site actually look like a real blog site and less like a new install of Word Press. Unfortunately, I don’t know Word Press and don’t have the funds to get a professional to do all the things just now so I am relying on people who have their own lives, trials and tribulations and things will be done on their schedule. All that has to be done is to place things where they belong and it should look better very soon.

Hopefully, after all of that, I will have a lot more to blog about and a nice clean new spiffy looking place to put my musings and ramblings.

Please bear with me until then. I am very grateful that you hang in there and follow what I do. It’s all pretty new to me and I’m just holding on for the wild ride.

The PIV Conspiracy

When you ask people about sex, the answer to all the questions is so often Penis in Vagina. It not only is the answer but it’s the only answer and everything else gets put into the secondary box by default.

Personally, I find that modus operandi very depressing if it is the only choice as there are so many options out there. The thing is though, that was not always the case. I only counted sex if it was penetrative. I didn’t count any of the myriad of choices on offer as complete sex.

Nowadays with the size I am and the various kinks I have, other forms of sex are really starting to make a lot more sense for me and my needs. I found this out when having a mind-blowing sexual experience that was not penetrative and the penetrative part felt like how people so often count the other so-called preludes or postludes to sex.

When I found out that the person found the so-called “real sex” a non-event and wanted to remove it from the list of things we did, I found myself not really being as upset about it as I thought I would because if it meant keeping things like humiliation and impact play, I would be more than happy to make that trade.

If people discount anything other than PIV as “real” sex, they are limiting their selections so much but will have to find this out themselves. It’s one of those things you have to have experienced and having people tell you won’t have the effect that experienceing it will have.

It was a lightbulb moment for me because I had heard of this being a thing with others but hadn’t experienced it myself as yet. Now I have and it feels like someone opened a big box of treasures and said “start exploring”.

The kink that changed my life that isn’t mine

Sometimes, you hear about a person’s kink and are like “well, that’s not for me” and move on. Let me tell you about a kink that’s definitely not mine but it changed my life.

I fell in love with him because of his voice. It’s rich, deep and velvety and hypnotic. I’ll call him %Brian% in this article.

So I had no idea that when he and I decided to become a thing, that his biggest kink would be the one that scares me the most but it turned out that that was the case. The strange thing is, it never occurred to me to reject him or to reject his kink even though I was scared. It was like “OK, he’s into this, my job is to make him happy.”

Electricity has scared me since I was a little kid. Power points, lightning, that sparky sound people use to show that the power is live and dangerous? Yeah, all of that is scary. So to find out that someone I am very close to is into electrostim? Yeah, that just made me need to sit back and take a look at what I knew so far.

I have always been the type of person who thinks out of the box a little bit and so when %Brian% asked me if we could try things remotely, I wanted to see what that would be like.

I won’t tell exactly how I did it but it involved talking to him on an app on my phone while running the tones he was using for his brand of electro through my mixer on another program and playing with the levels to increase and decrease current.

This was before remotely controllable toys existed. so when I heard about teledildonics, my ears pricked up and I not only was interested but wanted it done to me. It’s one of my biggest kinks now and if it hadn’t been for conquering part of my fear, I wouldn’t have wanted to go there quite as quickly.

As for my fear of electricity, I am still very scared of receiving electrostim but giving is OK which is big and if %Brian% ever wanted to do it to me, even though we are just friends now, I would at least want to try even if trying means running away after the first tingly feelings. I want to see if I can experience the good parts that some know and love.

Troublesome kinks

I was telling a friend about a kink I have and was met with a feeling of absolute distress as it totally repulsed him. But I wasn’t upset with him, in fact, it made me think.

So I have a bit of a weakness for the aggressive, snarky, military types.

The household I was raised in was a very labor party one. I have never really been exposed to this type of man except as sadistic physical education teachers. I’ve been taught that killing is not OK, that you use words to fight your battles and not implements. But the idea of the drill instructor in Full Metal Jacket saying to me all those things he said to his recruits gives me wet panties for some strange reason.

I want someone to say all of those degrading, humiliating things and then check to see what it’s doing to me and then comment about it to everyone who can hear and then see because he just couldn’t help showing them. it also doesn’t help that I imagine someone I have spoken with being that person and doing said things.

People have often told me about their taboos, the things that were naughty or dirty for them. I didn’t really understand because it was often sex or masturbation or their bodies. But this particular kink feels like a huge naughty dirty taboo for me.

I have been told so often that anything military is not allowed. I feel like I have to do it in secret, like telling about it is hard, that I will be judged for having these feelings.

When I think about it, it’s a kink or fetish a lot of others have and logically, there isn’t really a reason for it to be awful but whether I read stories on my favourite erotica site that have US Marines in them or get secretly hot over a gang of diabolical nazi soldiers taking turns with me, it all feels so much worse than a lot of the other kinks I have that would be more wrong in another person’s eyes and it’s taken a lot of courage to admit it to the world.

It doesn’t make me a horrible person. It doesn’t mean that I will be a military camp follower. It just means that the idea, the thought, the fantasy is hot. Maybe I will get the chance to play with a military person one day, maybe I won’t but I’m not going to try to make it happen. If it does, I will treasure the experience like I do with all of my kinky playtime.

What kinds of kinks do you have that you find scary but that others perhaps wouldn’t? Comments and mentions or dm’s to @helenstoybox are welcome.

A Review of the Cumpanion Towl Go here to buy one

Photograph of The Cumpanion spread out. It is a grey microfiber towel with a black edge.I had heard of these little beauties all over my twitter but then I decided to order me some to see what the fuss was all about. The idea of a towel specifically for sexual after care had never entered my head but I decided to give it a go and see what would happen.

The site where you can order both the Cumpanion and the CuddleBean is very accessible for the blind. This gave it a big huge plus for me. Also Anna Rae was very helpful and friendly and she checked to see if everything was going well.

The description of the towels on the page gave me a very good idea of what to expect when they arrived. I ordered the blue Cumpanion and it was just as described. This is an oval shaped, soft microfibre towel 24 inches by 15 inches (60.96cm by 38.1cm) with an edge trimmed in satin with a pocket at one end.

The oval shape and the softness of the microfibre give the towel a soft and sensuous feel, though if you have an issue with the texture of microfibre, be warned that this is what it is. Also, make sure you don’t use fabric softeners as it takes the softness away but vinegar is a good substitute.

I used the towel both when I was masturbating alone and also when I was playing with someone else and needed to clean up afterwards and it was not abrasive and removed more of the mess than if I had used normal towels or tissues.

The only thing I can say that can be a bugbear if you are not careful is that if you are living outside of America, shipping and customs can bite you, though this has more to do with the postal service and with Customs than with the company itself.

To conclude: I would definitely recommend the Cumpanion to anyone who would like a towel to use specifically for sexual aftercare.Photograph of The Cumpanion folded into thirds. It is a grey microfiber towel with a black edge.

I would like to thank Anna Rae for the pictures to go with this review. This post was endorsed, though not sponsored by, www.byannarae.com and is completely my own opinion and work.

A big announcement

On the 14th of November, I am going to be moderating Sex Talk Tuesday. It will be about word triggers and erotic hypnosis.

i debated whether to use my non-toybox twitter or the one associated with my blog and I decided to use the blog one.

This will be my first big stint into some pretty public sex education places and I am actually really nervous. What if I do it wrong? What if people don’t want to hear what I have to say? What if I say a really wrong thing? I know this isn’t logical but sometimes, logic and emotion are not in the same place.

Well, all of the everything has been handed in to the team so it’s here goes nothing on Tuesday, november the 14th at 3 P.M. Eastern Standard Time when @helenstoybox moderates Sex Talk Tuesday.

To Those Who Look at Me and See their Nightmare …

Thanks for bearing with me and my late post. Today, it’s not a fun post but a sort of open letter to those who feel they have to lecture a person they don’t know very well who just happens to be plus sized.
This is something that touches me most days in some way so I thought I would write about it to give those who need it my point of view.

I am, for those who can’t see me, very much overweight. The world’s health freaks would call me morbidly obese.

I don’t sit there scoffing candies or lollies or chockies most of my life. I love my grilled fish and chicken and all the vegies. I don’t eat red meat and haven’t since I was about a year old and found the texture a problem. I like fried things but have an air frier and use the oven mostly. I like eating out but do it far less than most.

And I am not willing to let my body be surgically mutilated in the hope that other people’s nightmares will go away.

Still, when I go out or speak to people, it can happen that some, particularly a lot of women, will look at me and see their worst nightmare. They see how they don’t want to be. They see something they are so scared will happen to them.

It manifests itself in all sorts of ways from them telling me how they lost weight last week to flat out telling me I shouldn’t be eating or drinking this or that. I even once had a casheer tell me that men want skinny women, to which I answered that I had a master who has a fat fetish. This was after I bought some crisps for my husband mind you.

This message is for all of these people.

Stop projecting your nightmares onto me. Because when you do this, I feel it. As an empath, I feel your pain and your suffering and there is nothing I can do to help you. In fact, I take on your hurt and that makes the situation you are afraid of much worse because the stress is what makes people gain weight.

I have a fulfilling life with people, yes, people, who love me for who I am. I do all I can to make sure that the world knows it is loved. I use my weight as comfort for those who need a place to rest and someone to listen. People tell me I give really good hugs. Yes, i can do that the size I am. I have an active and very imaginative brain and I am so grateful for those in my life who show me how beautiful the world can be.

So please, look at me and see the smile I am willing to give you just for existing instead of the nightmare you are convinced is lerking so close beneath the surface because I am not your nightmare. I am the exact opposite if you will just take a second look.