Aphrodite is a heavy-handed MILF!

This was posted on Facebook by Church Militant.  I liked it because it’s true.  I’ve seen a lot of bitching this year on Facebook by Pagans bemoaning all the commercialism attached to Valentine’s Day and the fact that they feel left out because they did not properly budget for this year.  Those aren’t really their words, but that’s the basic gist.  What they said was “Whine, whine, whine, bitch, bitch, bitch, moan, moan, moan.”  If you’re a Pagan, you really shouldn’t care about celebrating Valentine’s Day.  Instead, you should be focused on celebrating Lupercalia!  All you need to do on Lupercalia is fuck and fuck and fuck some more!  If you’re really going to be fun, get out your play toys and beat some fertility into each other.  Which brings us to the lovely Aphrodite, one of the patronesses here at the Barbed Pentacle.

Evidently, Cupid is a very bad boy and Aphrodite is a heavy-handed MILF, at least according to classical art.

This picture is like a reverse pinata–blindfold the kid and beat him with a stick.

The greeting card companies never market cards with Cupid on it that say, “Pray that Cupid isn’t mischievous this year and sets you up with a psychopath” because that’s one of the fucked up things that Cupid likes to do for fun.

Often Ares or Mars, Aphrodite’s long-time lover, gets in on the action.

Sometimes, though, Aphrodite and Cupid gang-up on Ares.

It’s like if Rapunzel were in to flagellation! Ares looks like he’s smiling.

However, the MILF always gets what she deserves in the end.

The ways of exploring the relationship between Aphrodite, Cupid, and Ares are endless. If you want to go the S&M route, roses are a good choice to use as an implement, as are arrows.  Field arrows aren’t very expensive and offer lots of options.   The shaft can be used like a rod or cane on a willing sacrifice, the fletching is nice for tickling, and the point, well, it has all kinds of possibilities.  If Love hasn’t been kind to you, you can always beat it.  The ancients were fond of creating sculptures and such to represent deities and ideas.  If the harvest was poor or some sort of natural disaster occurred, the sculptural representative received the physical brunt of the supplicants’ displeasure.  There’s no reason not to continue this tradition.  At the very least, it’ll be fun and make you feel better.

What will I be doing for Lupercalia?  I’m going to wear red and let the Big Bad Wolf eat me up!

My theory is that the story of “Little Red Riding Hood” is a vague carry over from ancient Lupercalian celebrations.  I haven’t done any research toward substantiating my theory yet, but maybe one day.

Looking for something to read on Lupercalia?  Try Tonia Brown’s Devouring Milo.  I’ll admit, I haven’t gotten very far in the book yet because I’ve been thankfully too busy blessedly spreading my fingers as a sexy word whore, but what I read was fantastically gory.

http://www.amazon.com/Devouring-Milo-Tonia-Brown-ebook/dp/B00DWZYWKO

These folks know how to suck your titties:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Help with the project: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/more-shibari-you-can-use

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

https://www.facebook.com/events/442022209256634/

Quadrivium Supplies:  http://www.quadrivium-supplies.com/  

Hyperdreams Interactive Storieshttp://www.hyperdreams.com/

 

 

An Ancient Dance

Happy Yule!  Yule is a special time of romance, drinking, sacrifice, and violence.  This year to celebrate, we want to give to you a special, sexy Yule meditation–a seasonal romance.

You can read it as is by yourself, you and a partner can whisper it to each other as pillow talk before mid-winter love making, or you can step it up a notch and add a textual element with the use of evergreens.  Holly leaves can be used like a Wartenberg wheel; pine, fir, rosemary and other evergreen boughs can be used as a fragrant love nest; smaller boughs can be used as invigorating switches (the scent of many evergreens are used in aromatherapy for invigorating sluggish souls) or sensual ticklers; ivy vines can be used make sure your lover doesn’t run off in the middle of your winter revels.  As with anything sex and BDSM related: make sure everything is consensual, everyone is legal, safety is top priority, and outdoor sex occurs on private land that you have permission to use.

It was approaching Mid-Winter.  A time of great frivolity and expectation.  A time when the ancient winter crone tries to sneak up on the waiting spring maiden.  A time of bittersweet sacrifice.

A cold crispness filled the air, like biting into an apple from the icebox.  She waited outside, growing impatient as she grew cold, waiting for entrance to the large castle.  To wait outside like a common visitor, she thought to herself, and in the snow no less!  Her retinue of ladies, whom she fondly called her ‘tendrils’, waited behind her.  More patient than their mistress, they smiled sweetly thinking of the vigorous festivities that waited inside.  Finally, she completely lost her poise and patience and started pounding her delicate fist on the sturdy oaken door.

“I am the Ivy Queen!  You can’t keep me in the yard like a stranger!  There’s snow on the ground and it’s freezing!  I’m freezing!  Open up!  Open upppp!”  She screamed in all her fury, her nearly exposed bosom heaving in her tight, rabbit fur trimmed bodice.  She pounded until her hand was bruised.  ”Let me in!!!!!!!!  I demand an audience with the king!”  She could hear a deep, mirthful laughter resonate from the heart of the castle, as if the castle itself was laughing at her predicament.  

“And who have you come to see, lady?”  The laughing voice asked from an upper window.

“I’ve come to see the Holly King!  I’m expected!  You know that!  Stop asking and let me in!”  The Ivy Queen screamed.  Her hand would have ached if it wasn’t numb.  Her teeth were starting to chatter.  She pulled her green velvet mantle around tight, trying to still her shivering.  She knew that most of the shivers were from the cold, but a certain amount of it was anticipation and nervousness.  Would there come a day when he wouldn’t admit her at all?  When her body finally was no longer attractive to him?  When he just didn’t return?  That was always a possibility, she felt.  Then she would be left forever with his twin, the stern Oak King, who was not nearly as much fun.

The deep laugh boomed again.  ”No!  Not yet!  Not ’til you learn some respect!”  The Holly King shut the casement, but stayed close to the window to see the resulting fury.  The Ivy Queen screeched in rage, yelling obscenities and threats.  Toying with her turned him on in ways that her vine like fingers crawling over his body in foreplay never could.  He loved seeing her creamy skin flush in anger, contrasting against her green clothing that she was so fond of.  Today she was in a heavy green velvet, covered in embroidered ivy vines.  Although she never aged or changed, he never grew tired of seeing her, being with her, holding her tight.  She embodied everything that mankind hoped for in a woman.  She was the ‘Every Woman’.  She was Queen.

The Holly King looked down again.  She was literally fallen now, utterly broken.  She was a green heap against the snow.  He opened the casement and could hear her soft crying.  Her Tendrils looked embarrassed for their mistress as they waited behind her, all in light green with their hands in white fur muffs.  He could feel the crotch of his trousers tighten.  He had had each of the ladies during his season, but now it was time to be with his queen again, the last hours of passion and love before she became his brother’s queen.
  

The great door opened on its own, and the Ivy Queen looked up, not sure that it had finally done so.  Every year it was the same for the first and last meeting.  She always said that the Holly King was the nicer of the two twins, but he did have his mean streak.  He enjoyed reducing her to tears before he built her back up to being queen.  But his method of building was lots of fun.  She got up stiffly and shook off the snow.  The Holly King smiled watching her trembling shivering movements that shook the bounteous blessings of her breasts.

Once inside, the Ivy Queen moved quickly through the castle to her love.  Although this was an endless drama that continuously played out, she always felt a great sense of urgency, as if that if she didn’t take advantage of every moment with the Holly King, she would regret it forever.  She arrived at his door, panting slightly for breath.  A sudden blush flooded her face as she thought about the things he would do to her.  She blushed a little more deeply thinking about what she would do to him, how she would slid her mouth down…

“Do you prefer the hallway to my rooms?”  The king teased.

She looked at him, and the warmth beneath her gown that had been building all day accelerated.  ”No, I’d much prefer your rooms.”  That was all it took.  The King grabbed her up and spun her around, kissing her deeply.  As they kissed, the Holly King felt as though his heart was being encased in vines, binding him to her forever.  ”Oh, I’m so hot.”  the Ivy Queen said, as they pulled apart.

“Well, let’s get you out of some of those clothes.”  The king replied with a broad grin.  Broad was the key word with the Holly King.  Broad smile, broad shoulders, broad appetites.  Built like a tank, he was a brawler, where as his wiry, lithe brother enjoyed quick jabs.  He removed her fur muff that matched the Tendrils’ and her heavy dark green cloak.  The king reached into her low cut bodice and pulled out a handful of breast.  ”Your girls don’t have girls like these,” he whispered as started to softly squeeze and suckle her ivory globe.  She bent her head forward in a protective gesture, their crowns meeting and caressing each other as her vine fingers twined in his hair.  The king liberated the other breast but turned his head to the side so that his holly crown pricked the skin.

“So we’re going to play that game, are we?”  The Ivy Queen coyly inquired, fully knowing the answer.  They always played ‘Tickles and Prickles.’  It was one of her favorite boudoir activities.  The Holly King loved to play long games of seduction, full of rich food and sweet, intoxicating beverages.  The Oak King was all business.  All procreation, hard work, plain food, and plain water.

“Of course we are, my love.  And if you try to scoot away, I’ll tie you with ivy vines.”  He laughed as he pushed her large tits together and blew into them like a motorboat.  The Ivy Queen giggled.  That was a tickle.  The King untied her tight bodice that her breasts were now hanging out of, and slipped it off, along with her gown.  Her clothing was starting to litter the floor.

“Wine?”  The king asked, fully drinking in the sight of his darling standing before him in nothing but a thin green silk shift.  The Ivy Queen had slipped her breasts back beneath the silk so that her nipples now pressed tauntingly against the fabric.  She nodded as he handed her his goblet.  That’s how it was with him.  They shared.  He shared with everyone, despite his large appetite.  Enough was never enough but there was always plenty.  His twin was miserly with everything.  The only thing that he shared halfway willingly was his bed, and even then he preferred that the Ivy Queen bring her own blanket.

Outside the darkness was starting to gather as the sun set.  It was always iffy if the sun would rise the next morning.  The Ivy Queen knew that somewhere the Ancient Mother Goddess was pacing and squatting somewhere in the throes of labor.  The couple moved to the window to watch the bonfires being lit.  The king stood close behind his queen so that she could feel his growing need against her back.  He wrapped his thick arms around her and held her tight as she sipped.  He blew lightly on her neck exposed by her ivy snood.  She shivered.  Then he took a holly leaf and very lightly rolled it across her neck. She shimmied against his hard-on, making him very happy.

“More wine?”  The King asked, drinking the last from the goblet and refilling it.  While his back was turned, The Ivy Queen slipped off the last of her clothing so that she now stood there in all her glory.  She stood there full figured with nothing on but her crown of ivy with leaves and tendrils hanging down over her vine snood.  She bit her lip in anticipation of his reaction.  When he saw her, he grinned with a wolfish delight.

“I’m going to eat every creamy ounce of you!” he declared and made a playful lunge at her. She squealed and danced out of his reach.  Here and there she dodged him, her curves bouncing to the King’s delight.  During the Oak King’s reign, she always slimmed down on his meager rations, but her figure always blossomed under the Holly King’s largess. Finally, she found herself cornered on the bed.  ”Do you concede, lady?” he asked, his cheeks ruddy from the chase.

“Mmmmmm, uh, no!” she squealed and started pelting him with pillows.

“Then I’ll have to tickle and prickle you into submission!” he roared as he pounced on her, holding her down with his brawny arms.  He lowered his head once again to her naked breasts and lolled his head back and forth, letting the leaves of his crown prick her flawless skin.  The sensation was almost electric for the Queen, and it unlocked the passion between her legs.  She could feel herself growing moist in anticipation.  He moved slowly down her torso, rolling the leaves over her rib cage and soft stomach.  Her sighs turned to moans as he prickled her thighs, which could be very properly called ‘gams’, and gently across her mons.  He let the leaves comb through the silken locks, tickling and prickling at the same time.  He pushed his crown back on his head and started softly tickling her delicate skin with his beard, urging her to open up to let him in.

“I don’t think I should be the only one naked,” the queen said in response to the king’s ministrations.

“Hmmm, then you should undress me.”  The queen took a deep quaff of wine, and proceeded to undress her king.  She unlaced the front of his shirt and slipped it over his broad shoulders and head, being careful to leave his crown in place.  Then she turned her attention to his boots, which were a little more difficult to remove.  Finally, she was at his pants, more precisely between his pants covered thighs.  Through the fabric she started kissing and nuzzling her king, driving him into a slight frenzy.  With her teeth, the Ivy Queen pulled loose the button on his fly, releasing his manhood.  She kissed its tip and looked up at her man.

“I want you on the bed.”

“And who are you to tell me what to do, Queen?  Didn’t we settle this dominance issue outside in the snow when you first arrived?”  The King tried to sound stern like his brother, but it was hard for him to suppress his mirth.

“Do as I say or I’ll tie YOU up with ivy!”  the Queen retorted, smiling.  Her hand was still sore and a little swollen from pounding on the door earlier.

The Holly King acquiesced and leaned back.  His consort straddled him backwards, settling her ample hips and buttocks onto his broad chest.  He couldn’t resist giving her creamy cheeks a pinch.

“Hey!  Not fair!”  The Ivy Queen protested.  Her king just laughed.

She placed her ivy crown over his growing erection in an imitation of a decorated maypole waiting for dancers.  She loosened her locks and tendrils from her vine snood and flipped her hair over onto the king’s body.  He had the prickles, but she had the tickles.  More slowly than a snail, the Ivy Queen pulled her hair along his skin, gently scooting her ass back towards his face with every wiggle.  The sensation of her hair was both soothing and sexually exciting for the king.  Soon her vagina was right where she wanted it, with in licking distance of the king’s tongue.  She was going to hold him to the promise of devouring every luscious ounce of her.  She lifted her hips and lowered herself on to his parted lips.  His tongue started lapping as she stretched her body to reach the wide expanse between the king’s mouth and cock.  She flicked her tongue up and down his penis in quick, teasing moves, bringing him to full erection before sliding him into her ruby lipped mouth.

They worked as a matched pair, always in perfect timed rhythm.  They both went slowly at first, the Holly King entertaining the queen with long deep strokes of his tongue into her wanting wetness.  She moaned continuously over him as she slowly moved her mouth up and down his cock, like a child savoring a lollipop.  The more she moaned, the bigger the king grew and the deeper he dove to savor her earthy goodness that was tinged with a slight bitter aftertaste.  The Holly King never faulted the love the that he shared with his brother for her bitterness; for after all, her life was nothing but a bittersweet romance set on a continuous loop.

He felt his companion’s thighs tighten and tense around his ears, and he knew she was close.  He pinched one of her cherubic thighs to get her attention.  She knew what that meant.  It was no longer fun and games, but time to enjoy each other one last time.  With a loud pop she let his penis slip from the suction of her lips.  She inched forward on hands and knees over his chest, swinging her luscious hips as she went.  Those hips would be lean and almost gaunt by the time this king returned–if he returned.  She pushed that fear away as she turned to face him, their eyes locked together as she slid her gushing wetness onto him for their ancient dance.

While their oral ministrations had become rather vigorous, the couple chose a slow minuet to start off their coital finale.  The Ivy Queen once again flipped her hair forward, letting it swish across the king’s broad chest.  She could feel what she thought was the tickle of her ivy crown on her mossy mons Venus, but when she pressed down harder to bring her lover more fully into her depths, she gasped.

“That’s very cruel!”  she hissed as she stilled moved her body in their tango.  ”That’s not fair!  How did you switch your crown for mine?”

“The nature of sacrifice is cruel and unfair, my love.  But you anointing my crown makes it all worthwhile and meaningful.”

Their tango became a painful flash dance as both moved more quickly toward their last orgasm.  They screamed in wild abandon, clawing and clinging to each other as the realization that things may not go as they always have gone loomed between them.  With a growl, the Holly King came so hard that the Ivy Queen felt a violent jolt in her loins.  As she slowly lifted herself off of him, blood dotted her skin from the crown, like red holly berries.  The King leaned up and licked some of the blood berries from her skin.  ”A holly doesn’t bloom and bear fruit if it’s not pollinated.” He whispered.

For the rest of the evening the couple snuggled in furs, dining on paper thin slices of raw stag and roasted whole wrens on skewers.  They both drank deeply from the wine goblet, joking and laughing about devouring the Horned God, debating whether he tasted better raw or roasted.  Inevitable though, the knock was heard on the Holly King’s door, announcing that the midnight hour was drawing near.  Abruptly the revelry ceased, and the lovers prepared for their fates.

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“All hail the Oak King!  Our victor!”  The marshal announced to the stunned onlookers.  Even though all in attendance knew the expected outcome, when the Holly King’s blood is spilled upon the snow they are always shocked into silence.  For a moment, there was nothing, but then a wild roar of applause and cheers erupted, shattering the winter evening like an icicle.

The Ivy Queen looked torn between her two kings:  the one covered in blood on the frozen ground, already turning to a mystical ash that was being blown away by the North wind, the other standing triumphant with his sword aloft, covered in his twin’s gore.  The triumphant king came to her then, and took her hand.

“It appears that you’ve been living high on the hog, my lady.”

She barely nodded.

“Well, that’ll change soon.  We’ll get you back on a schedule.  By the way, who killed Cock Robin?”

She smiled.  Things would be different and less jolly, but fine nonetheless.  ”The Sparrow did, my king.”  He bowed then, formally kissing her hand.  Different she thought, but the same.

These folks are waiting for the sunshine of your love:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Quadrivium Supplies: http://www.quadrivium-supplies.com/

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

No Hide Floggers: http://jinglepets-nohide.blogspot.com/

Hyperdreams Interactive Sex Stories:  http://www.hyperdreams.com/

 

Krampusnacht

Happy Krampusnacht!  It’s our favorite day of the year here at the Barbed Pentacle.  If you’re not familiar with Krampusnacht, we have a whole section devoted to the festivities in our archive section (look right and scroll down).   Tonight is also the last night of Hanukkah.

This year seems to have been the year of Krampus projects.  While all of these projects have expired, the artist involved I’m sure still have products for sell and would appreciate some clicks to their sites.

Project 1:   Krampusnacht Edmontonhttp://krampusnachtedmonton.wordpress.com/

Edmonton, Canada will be holding their second annual Krampusnacht tonight at 8pm.  If you want to be Krampus are a Pertchen, they are still looking for volunteers.  Or if you just want a little taste of Krampus’ switch, I’m sure somebody in the holiday entourage will oblige you.

Project 2: Krampus Hoodies and Cards by  Benjamin Holdredge : http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1636647854/holiday-krampus-hoodies-and-cards

Benjamin wanted to jump start his graphic design business and start a seasonal Krampus merchandise site.  Unfortunately, his kickstarter campaign was unsuccessful.  It’s a shame because his hoodies are really kick ass.  They may or may not be available still for purchase.

 

Project 3:  Project Krampus by Aramis Septemberhttp://www.indiegogo.com/projects/project-krampus

This project was brought to our attention by a reader.  For this project, Aramis wants to start printing and selling Krampus cards, his first solo project as an artist.  Indiegogo runs their projects differently than Kickstarter, so although this project was successful and has ended, you can still contribute if you want–in essence ordering a product.

Happy Krampusnacht!

These folks will last eight nights for you too!:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

No Hide Floggers: http://jinglepets-nohide.blogspot.com/

Leave your shoes out tonight to see if St. Nick leaves you some gold.

All I Want for Yule is a Werewolf and a Cat (and several other things….)

Since tomorrow is Black Friday, the traditional start of the mayhem of the gluttony of capitalism, we here at the Barbed Pentacle thought that we should join right in.  Presenting the Barbed Pentacle 2013 Yule Gift Giving Guide–everything you need to buy for all the unappreciative people in your life.  So, without further ado……..

Play Pretties

Mystic Artisans   The creative duo of Don and Toni were the winners of the “Just Smack Me!” spoon decorating contest.  http://barbedpentacle.com/2012/12/spoon-contest-winner/ All of Mystic Artisan’s items are one of a kind, moderately priced, and absolutely fucking mind-blowing.  They do custom work and sell already made items.  Looking for a keepsake or ritual item that will become an heirloom?  Talk to Tonie and Don! https://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans  Look for an anniversary interview with the pair soon.

Sacred Vessel Pottery  

Sacred Vessel Pottery creates utilitarian and decorative pieces for the home and ritual.  According to their Facebook page, “Our Wares are Created to Enhance the Spiritual Practices of All Paths & Religions.”

Work in Progress

For sacred tobacco use

They have a wide variety of pieces from the very small to the huge and magnificent at a variety of prices.   You can buy work already made or commission just the perfect piece. https://www.facebook.com/SacredVesselPottery

Quadrivium Supplies A past sponsor, Quadrivium Supplies is a seller of new and traditional Hoodoo, Voodoo, and other spell oils.  All oils are made from the highest grade materials at just the right Zodiac time and moon phase.  All oil recipes have been well researched and tested. The oils are perfect for candle magic, gris gris and poppet magic, or for just general annoiting.  Visit http://www.quadrivium-supplies.com/ for a complete list of oils and ordering information.  Here’s a previous post about Quadrivium Supplies: http://barbedpentacle.com/2012/08/the-wonders-of-magical-oils-a-3-am-infomercial-barbed-pentacle-style/

Knotjokin Rope Floggers   Knotjokin Rope Floggers, a past sponsor, features a variety of extremely interesting rope implements for the experienced player or for light ritual use. To shop and order: http://www.etsy.com/shop/Knotjokin   Custom orders are also accepted.  Here’s a link to a previous post about Knotjokin Rope Floggers:  http://barbedpentacle.com/2013/02/damn-it-lupercus-im-knotjokin/

No Hide Floggers   No Hide Floggers are vegan-inspired floggers created from decorative duct tape.  Made by a Wiccan High Priestess, these pieces are suitable for both play and ritual. No Hide Floggers is a current sponsor.  Look for an interview with the proprietor soon.  For selection and ordering information: http://jinglepets-nohide.blogspot.com  Custom orders are also accepted.

Library and Media

Tonia Brown  Tonia Brown is an author who writes a mixture of zombie, horror, steam punk, and sex stories.  She is widely published and is becoming quite the recognizable lady!  She is also the host of the radio show “Tonia Time”.  https://www.facebook.com/ToniaTime?filter=1 For more information on all of her writing, her thoughts, projects, and her new releases, click on http://thebackseatwriter.blogspot.com/   To order her books, go to http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=tonia%20brown&sprefix=tonia+b%2Caps&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Atonia%20brown  (It’s all there!)  Be on the look out for an upcoming review of Devouring Milo soon.   Dr. David Hillman Dr. Hillman, the bad boy of Academia and guest blogger, never disappoints and always has something salacious to say.  Non-fiction for the fiction lover, his easy-to-read style is perfect for anyone delving into the world research.  Don’t let his style fool you.  All of his books are chocked full of well researched, cutting edge material that will rock your world and completely change your way of thinking. Book review:  http://barbedpentacle.com/2013/02/christ-jesus-youre-leaking-titty-milk/
To purchase Dr. Hillman’s books, visit http://www.amazon.com  For more information on Dr. Hillman http://roninpub.com/orisin.html  Guest posts by Dr. Hillman  http://barbedpentacle.com/2013/02/damn-it-lupercus-im-knotjokin/    http://barbedpentacle.com/2012/11/who-has-priapism/

Lee Harrington and “Passion and Soul” Lee Harrington, nationally known author and lecturer on BDSM and alternative spirituality, has a variety of books on the market that make the perfect Yule present.  How to find them?  http://passionandsoul.com/author  Lee will also does personal workshops and sessions for your special someone.    Here’s the Barbed Pentacle’s review of Lee’s latest work: http://barbedpentacle.com/2012/11/tip-your-bootblack-a-review-of-playing-well-with-others/

 

It is done folks!  ”House of Oddities” has been premiered.  It’s now available online and will soon be available on DVD!  The film, a documentary about the Atrocity Exhibition in Pittsburg, PA, is a nice professionally produced and directed film.  If you are a collector and admirer of alternative art, this is the film for you.  For more information about the project http://barbedpentacle.com/2013/07/fuck-corporate-hollywood/  For information on purchasing the film http://barbedpentacle.com/2013/07/fuck-corporate-hollywood/

Other Books of Note from New Authors

Duchess Mackinnon Endless Night:  Sex and Vampires, Oh My!  A nice soft stroke story to carry with you in the airport as you travel this holiday season.  Nice and fun, you’ll still be able to read and enjoy it after you’ve had several cocktails or some tranqs to deal with your relatives.  Buy it at http://www.amazon.com/Endless-Night-Duchess-MacKinnon-ebook/dp/B00GACAVT2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1385539004&sr=8-2&keywords=duchess+mackinnon    

Heather Morris “Italian Vocabulary from My Little Black Book”  This volume, from Barbed Pentacle fan Heather Morris, was created from her years of notes on Italian that she encountered in her magical work.  This book is perfect for anyone who has been mired down in Italian during their Stregan magical work or who wants to travel to Italia.  

To purchase  http://www.amazon.com/Italian-Vocabulary-Little-Black-Book-ebook/dp/B00FQQ1VJ2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385540247&sr=8-1&keywords=Italian+from+my+little+black+book

Wares from the Barbed Pentacle

Looking for just the right gift for the discerning friend, or just looking for a unique way to pamper yourself?  Then consider shopping at the Barbed Pentacle Cafe Press Store or commissioning a private piece for your own enjoyment.  Barbed Pentacle apparel can be found at http://www.cafepress.com/thebarbedpentacle

Treat yourself with your very own personalized stroke story:  http://barbedpentacle.com/sponsors-click-click-click-click-click/209-2/personalized-boudoir-stories/  

 

All Tied Up, Part 4: The Ties That Bind

Handfasting.  Everybody wants to get handfasted, but few people seem to take it seriously.  While some folks go the extra distance to find some one who is legally ordained, most Pagans jump the gun on jumping the broom and decide to get handfasted “well because we love each other!!!”.  Then, when the relationship breaks up, they seem to forget all about the very religiously binding vows that they made before the Lord and Lady.  Seldom is there ever a handparting to tidy things up.

I could give you a history of handfasting, about how it use to mean one thing but then the Pagans made it mean something else. That would be very boring.  Go look it up for yourself!

Despite the vast array of cool cords on the market and all the wonderful things that can be done with those cords, most clergy (Pagan and non-Pagan) just tie boring old (and very often sloppy) Granny knots–if they tie any knot at all.  I’m really appalled by this!  A couple is tying the knot and making sacred vows!  The least that an officiant could do is up the anty on the cord magic and tie a meaningful and beautiful knot!

According to Nikki Nefarious, who is a world renowned Sharbari artist and ordained minister who performs handfastings through her service The Ties That Bind, “Traditional hand fastings have no real knots though, the whole thing is meant to come off before or just after the ceremony ends. Actually, I do mine after the ring exchange; it’s a series of wraps that goes with the vows/speech I say, then they stand there entwined and say their vows, at that point the ribbon/cloth/rope comes off and they kiss and the ceremony is over. If there were knots to untie it would awkward-up the whole process.”  Well, we wouldn’t want to untie the knots anyway and lose the magic that we’ve tied up!

With a little planning and forethought, a really meaningful and awesome knot can be tied for the couple.  Two Knotty Boys (http://www.knottyboys.com/), Ms. Nefarious’ colleagues in the knot business, have some great ideas.

Kinky_Lovers_Knot     Good_Luck_Knot

Both of these can be tied during the ritual and then wrapped around the couple’s hands and tied so the cord can be slipped off before the ceremony.

If you are looking for a handfasting book that has a wide variety of different types of handfasting ceremonies and lots of charts and ideas, get this book. It even has an example of the elusive handparting ceremony.

These folks are looking forward to the honeymoon:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

No Hide Floggers: http://jinglepets-nohide.blogspot.com/

The Highest Compliment You Can Give Is Censorship

Yes, I’m still alive.  Yes, I’m still publishing salacious material that most countries would ban.  In case you cared (which knowing you, you probably didn’t), my Lammas to Mabon hiatus was due to being tied up in a corn field somewhere in the deep South watching all the sexy dove hunters sashay around in their camo, with their big guns and dead little birds.

This is Banned Book Week, probably my favorite week of the year.  If you’ve never heard of Banned Book Week, you’re the reason why it was created.

Chances are, whether you’ve done so consciously or not, you’ve probably read a banned book–especially if you read metaphysical/Pagan books.  If you’ve never checked out the Banned Book Week website, I encourage you to do so:   http://www.bannedbooksweek.org/.

Today we are also starting something fun, Woodman Wednesdays!  I think Francesca Woodman took some really provocative images, so each Wednesday I’ll share some.  It’ll be fun.

These folks read banned books (and some have even written them!):

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Come visit, shop, and order your Yule presents from Mystic Artisans at Piedmont Pagan Pride Day, Sept. 28, 2013, Charlotte, NC.  http://piedmontpaganpride.com/

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com  Check out Devouring Milo, Tonia’s newest work: http://www.amazon.com/Devouring-Milo-ebook/dp/B00DWZYWKO

 

All Tied Up, Part 3: Tie me up, Mr. Buckland!

Most of you reading this post have probably seen this picture in Raymond Buckland’s “Big Blue Book” (not the book’s real title).  This picture is why the book cannot be placed in prison libraries for Wiccan prisoners.  In case you’re seeing this picture out of context, it is showing how to tie an initiate during initiations.

Knots have a long, but sometimes neglected, history in magic.  Good can be tied to you or less than good can be bound up.  Numerology can come into play with the number of loops and twists in a magic knot, as well as color magic for the cord being used.  If the knot magic is being used in bondage, consider corresponding some scents to your intentions.  Simply anoint your rope with a few drops of essential oil(s).  Knot magic is very easy.  As you tie the knot, visualize what ever you want tied to you or what you want bound up and tied up away.  You can also say a power word, charm, or chant as you tie the knots.

Not Your Granny’s Knots

Two Knotty Boys (also known as Dan and JD) have some of the best and easy to follow tutorial videos on the Internet for tying knots (http://www.knottyboys.com). The videos discussed in this post can be found for free download at http://www.knottyboys.com/code/downloads.php. The first two videos that I recommend that you check out is the video on how to make your own rope and the video on how to dye your rope.  While it’s not necessary for you to make your own rope, your magic will have more power behind it if you twist your intent into your rope and then tie it in as well.  Likewise, colored rope is readily available for purchase, but your spell will have more power if you are able to meditate while you dye your rope and charge it with your intent.

The next video that you should look at is the rope web video.  The rope web has many magical possibilities.  It can be used most obviously in weaving and spider magic.  It could also be erected in a bedroom as a dream catcher.  The creation of the web could be used as a meditative exercise.  I’m excited to create some spider rituals using this web.  You could be the spider lying in wait or the helpless fly bound up in a rope corselet harness.

The double coin knot can be used in a magic spell using a green rope.  The knot work and remaining rope can be turned into a witch’s ladder or money amulet for the home or business utilizing coins and “money” gemstone beads, such as aventurine or jade.  The prosperity knot can also be done in conjunction with the double coin knot.

The pentagram harness has a multitude of possibilities.  It can be used to ground and center a person for ritual.  It’s a wonderful new twist on the traditional Gardnerian bondage for initiations.  It can also be as a way to bound yourself to a deity for channeling or other practices.  Plus, best of all, it’s just plain witchy!

The last video that I would suggest looking at for knot magic is the rope panties video.  It combines the trinity knot, which can be seen as representative of the feminine or as the triple aspect of deity, and the snake weave, which can be seen as the masculine.  The panties are perfect for sex magic, true heiros gamos, or fertility magic.

Have fun with your knots, and remember that bondage should not cut off circulation or abraid skin.  While natural fiber ropes can be fun, soft nylon or cotton ropes are safest.

These folks are all tied up with knot magic:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

House of Oddities Movie Kickstarter Project: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/bcottington85/house-of-oddities-the-story-of-the-atrocity-exhibi

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

The Barbed Pentacle’s Second Birthday Bash: http://barbedpentacle.com/2013/06/second-birthday-bash/

All tied up, part 2: Wrap a snake around my thigh

If the Countess of Salisbury had a garter made of green snake skin, then I want one made out of Copperhead skin!

 

I’ve always been fascinated with garters and stockings.  They frame certain portions of the female anatomy in ways that pantyhose can’t.

Besides, unless it’s crotchless pantyhose, garters and stockings are the way to go for easy access.

Originally, garters were a necessity.  Woolen hose tended to slouch, which is never a comfortable situation.  Early garters were nothing more than a piece of string tied above or below the knee, over the hose, by both men and women.

As humans became more ingenious, they added buckles, latches, and eventually elastic.  Most garters were strictly utilitarian.  However, as women’s hems began to ascend up their legs, garters became fancier and were meant to be seen in brief glances.

Eventually, garters gave way to garter belts, which tend to be more comfortable, work better, and are less damaging to a person’s circulation.

Garters, while fashionable and sexy, have also traditionally been associated with witch craft.  The most famous of these associations is the story of the Countess of Salisbury, who just like Janet, had a wardrobe malfunction at a very public event.  It was speculated by Margret Murray, the anthropologist who has given false credence to most of Wicca’s most valued traditions, that the Countess was a Witch Queen whose badge of office slipped down her leg.  This, of course, is only an unfounded theory.

Gerald Gardner tied this onto his growing collection of witchcraft culture, and the practice of using a garter as a sign or badge of a witch’s degree or position became popular for a time.  (Click here to read some more about Pagans and garters:  http://afwcraft.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-witches-garter.html)

The practice of wearing a garter to denote your station has fallen out of practice within the general Wiccan and Pagan community.  It’s a shame.  I have wonderful visions of everyone having garters full of badges, like some Spiral Scout program gone horribly wrong.  Or of Pagans passing each other in the grocery store and furtively flashing a garter shot a la Christians drawing dirt fish.  Wouldn’t that be fun?  Plus, it would give you a handy place to stash extra libations or an athame for ritual!

In seriousness, though, committing to wearing garters denotes a person being bound to their path, their learning, and their position of service.  It’s hard to forget your duties to Deity and your fellow circle mates when you have something tight around your legs.

There’s nothing more natural, cheap, and easy than a garter made of ivy–for fidelity.

Want to be a good witch and make your own?

http://www.thegartergirl.com/2009/09/24/the-99-cent-wedding-garter-a-free-knitted-wedding-garter-pattern/

 

For more information about the fashion history of garters, check out: http://chestofbooks.com/food/household/Woman-Encyclopaedia-4/Dress-The-Story-Of-The-Garter.html#.UaLmjdJOQq9 http://chestofbooks.com/food/household/Woman-Encyclopaedia-4/Dress-The-Story-Of-The-Garter-Continued.html#.UaLljNJOQq8

These folks always catch the garter at a hand fasting:

 

 

Damn it, Lupercus, I’m knotjokin!

CAESAR

Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
The barren touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
The first time that I encountered the festival of Lupercalia, and the ritual races and fertility beatings that accompanied them, was in 10th grade English class.  Since I was already exploring a different path to sexual bliss than most of my classmates, I was really intrigued by the opening scenes of Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.  If you’re not familiar with the holiday of Lupercalia, you’re really missing out.  It’s our favorite holiday here at The Barbed Pentacle!  In honor of that, Dr. David Hillman–of past Barbed Pentacle appearances and the author of The Chemical Muse and Original Sin–has written a guest post explaining the holiday (just in case you were ignorant!).

The Lupercalia: Rome’s BDSM Holiday

by Dr. David Hillman http://roninpub.com/orisin.html

It’s February again….Release the naked guys with their whips!  And good luck ladies; if you are fortunate this year, a crazed group of muscle-bound, oiled, pagan teenage boys will catch you in the streets and stripe your bleeding back with strips of leather while you clutch your bare breasts and scream in painful ecstasy.  Congratulations, you are now no longer just girls, wives and mothers; your titillation, screaming and wounds make you  the purified devotees of nymph-chasing Pan, and Lupa, the great Roman She-Wolf.
And don’t worry, the randy youths will be accompanied–as they always are–by the leading holy men of the city; priests of Faunus, artists and statesmen, with their rugged George Clooneyesque good looks…guys the likes of Mark Antony himself; a little sanctified eye-candy for everyone involved.

And yes, the Lupercalia was indeed one of Rome’s oldest and most distinguished high holidays.  It was a time of sexual fervor, when nubile young men cavorted at a public banquet, worked themselves into a drunken mania, and then shed themselves of their clothing, oiled each other up, and ran around the streets of Rome in a mob, chasing ladies while wielding nothing more than whips and hard-ons.
And what was the purpose?   Enlightenment!  Yes, that’s right.  The purpose was cosmic enlightenment…an understanding of the musical harmony of Nature.  The screaming girls formed the chorus of existence, and the pain was a religious tool used to acquire wisdom.  After all, as the Orphics taught, Pan was a primal manifestation of Apollo, the sun-god who brings light into the world–of course he also brought his youthful good looks and divine rock-star talent along with his wisdom.  Yep, you got it; the take home message was that pain-induced sexual ecstasy brings self-knowledge.  I knew you’d get it.
Oh….and I’m not making up the screaming part; the vocalization of orgasmic ecstasy, like the shout of a warrior about to give his life in battle, or the cries of a woman giving birth, were considered to be forms of worship in antiquity.  So getting a woman to bare her skin and shout while you whip her is…well…sort of a sacred act.
Obviously, the Roman Lupercalia mystifies modern classical scholars, who are happy to “live” in a monotheistic universe; we proud academics neither understand the purpose nor the spirit of these festivities.  Modern educators will tell you in a puzzled manner that they really don’t know the ins and outs of the Lupercalia.  Of course, their ignorance is part Christian prudery and part comedic irony–for the god worshiped at the Lupercalia, Pan, was called Inuus by the Romans.  And what’s so ironic about that?  “Inuus” in Latin means “the penetrator,” something the Christian world would rather forget–unless you happen to be a Catholic priest in the rectory with a nervous young boy, who according to long-established Church tradition, requires a form of sodomy-induced “sexual cleansing” to save his soul–a practice that esteemed early church fathers like Cyril, the archbishop of Jerusalem, instituted in order to purge the world of festivals like the Lupercalia.  Wow, that is ironic!  (FYI, Cyril preferred his pre-pubertal boys to be dressed up like girls when they were escorted to see him.)
Try not to make sense of why the Christians banned the celebration of the Lupercalia…just roll with the historic moral irony.  What’s really the point? The god pair Pan/Apollo were protectors of pre-pubertal kids, and the purification ceremonies performed in the Lupercalia were celebrations that preserved the ancient world’s focus on child safety by means of natural, adult sexual enlightenment; so the early Christians ended up prohibiting a festival meant to protect innocent children, while simultaneously adopting the ritual rape of young boys by their own priests.  Don’t read it again, you read that right.
And yes, it kind of makes twisted ironic sense that a Pope who sheltered so many pedophiles would pick this week–the week of the Lupercalia–to shed his own holy garments.
For any decent Lupercalia celebration, you need a good scourge.  While traditionally the scourge would have been made from a bloody goat skin, modern celebrants can be much more hygienic and order a toy from Knotjokin Rope Floggers.
How long have you been making rope floggers and other toys?  How long have you been in business?
I made my first Rope Mace Flogger in the summer of 2009 and gave it to a friend who pimped it out at the parties she hosted, leading to a bit of a local craze.
Soon after that, I was asked to vend at an APEX (Arizona Power Exchange) event which was quite a success, as their events usually are.
Don’t let any “professional” appearance fool you. I am still transforming from hobbyist to small business and have only been selling online for a few months. Though I’ve made a handful of online sales, “business” is slow, and my pricing doesn’t leave much room for profit (especially considering labor) just occasional gas money, or a nicer meal than I had planned.
Hardly a business, but I welcome change.
What gave you the idea for making toys out of rope?
I didn’t set out to make floggers (emphasizing plural), honestly.
I learned the monkey fist knot as a challenge to myself; the flogger part was almost an accident. Being generous and single on purpose, I gave it to a friend versus letting it collect dust. The other flogger styles were and still are my way of not being a one trick pony. Honestly, I loathe making Boney 9 Tails and Meat Grinders, but it’s not about me.  It’s about the consumer. Ask Joe Dirt.
What kind of rope do you use for the toys?  How long does it take you to make the toys?
Though I prefer natural fibers for rope bondage, for toys, I only use synthetic rope –for too many reasons to list, including the fact that a 5 ounce bird cannot carry a coconut no matter how it grips it.
It takes anywhere from 45 minutes to 2+ hours to make a flogger depending on the style. Happy Pants Floggers are quick but rough on my hands. Meat Grinders and Boney 9 Tails take forever and are even rougher on my hands.
You make more than just floggers.  Where do you draw your inspiration for creating the other toys?
I wasn’t sure how to answer this at first. To me, everything is a flogger…even one of my straight laced size 11 Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars will do in a pinch. Then I remembered all the people who hold my toys and say “what’s this for?”
A piece of rope can be a flogger, but it could fray if you didn’t knot it. Adding knots to high quality rope and finishing it the way I do just makes for a more attractive, reliable, reusable, sanitary, durable, fun toy than a knotted piece of rope or a dog toy.
What I’m doing may be a little different, but it’s not necessarily new per se. Pardon my French.
How many different types of toys do you make?
I lost count, honestly. I experiment often, and there are quite a few “one of a kind” pieces floating around out there.
Currently, I sell:
Rope Mace Floggers
Happy Pants Floggers
Boney 9 Tails Floggers (named for the human skeleton I tie into the design, not the number of falls)
and several other multi-fall floggers including my newest creations:
Meat Grinder Floggers ~multi-fall floggers with metal beads on the ends of the falls. My most recent Meat Grinders have 9 beads on 10 falls, plus some extras on the “hands” of the Boney 9 Tails “body”, making for 96 metal bits of pleasing punishment on a 2 way flogger.
(As with all of my floggers, the handle is also an implement and will fit inside a condom.)
I also have a small line of Glow-In-The-Dark toys including Happy Pants, Maces, and Multi-Mace pieces. They’ve been quite a hit since I introduced them a few months ago. That’s right; I said hit.
What tips do you have for people who are interested in selecting one of your toys for purchase?
My toys provide a plethora of sensations, but I do not have your superior intellect and education.
(See: Three Amigos. Really, see it. It’s a funny movie! *The fact that I just dated myself does not make this masturbation.* (Wait, yes it does. You like that?)
To answer your question by Knotjokin; I mean not joking, it really depends on the sensation you prefer. If you like: *THUD* -
There is no better toy than a Rope Mace Flogger. Nope. None.
If you like: *THUD+STING* -
Happy Pants Floggers are the way to go. The thinner/the stingy-er, er. A heavy hitting sadistic friend calls the thinner Happy Pants Floggers “little bastards” for their pain inflicting potential.
If you like: *STING* -
Boney 9 Tails and Meat Grinders are where it’s at. Ouch. Man, oh man; ouch.
Maces and Happy Pants will leave bruises if used heavily.
Both Boney 9 Tails and Meat Grinders will leave welts and even draw blood (especially Meat Grinders) if used heavily.
Finally:
*THERAPY*-
Rope Mace Floggers are surprisingly therapeutic on tight or sore muscles when used lightly. You don’t have to use the handle; you can choke up on them and use short, slow swings. I love the “ahh” look people make when they feel them like that…especially on their backs. I do it with almost every piece I finish, to be completely honest. Ahhh!
Really.
I also love hearing my name screamed from a sub in another room at a party ~after being struck by a sadist holding a Rope Mace Flogger…preceded by “fuckin”, of course.
(True story, sorta. I was outside and didn’t actually hear it, but I sure heard about it later!)
Do you take custom orders?  And if so, how do people/groups go about placing a custom order?
I welcome custom orders and have made a few recently, including a pink Meat Grinder purchased by a female dominant as a gift to her submissive husband for Valentine’s Day. I’m still flattered and proud to be a part of their celebration of love. Pretty cool.
You can hardly throw a rock without hitting a site where I can be contacted nowadays. Aside from www.knotjokin.com and my store www.knotjokin.etsy.com, I’m on Facebook, Fetlife, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Copious, etc…
Though my ETSY store is the best way to contact me, all of the above will work.
What is your favorite toy to use that you make?  And do you use it as a dom, sub, or switch?
It would take an incredible woman to make me consider any role other than dominant, with sadistic tendencies. Absolutely incredible.
With that said; I prefer Rope Mace Floggers. They’re just fun to wield, ya know?
ETSY
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