Miss Noel’s assessment of fear and forced bi

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about forced homosexuality or forced Bi is a paraphilia and activity related to Femdom. In practice, it includes any activities in which the dominant female “forces” the submissive, heterosexual male or female to engage in homosexual acts for her amusement, sexual arousal and/or (in the case of male submissive) as part of feminization.

There is a lot of controversy where forced bi is concerned. I realize that the prospect of this for someone who isn’t naturally drawn to it can be somewhat frightening. I recently had a session in which someone with a very intense clucking fantasy has some questions about how he thought about forced bi scenarios. I made me realize that I keep getting the same question over and over as it pertained to the subject of forced bi.

The number one question I receive: (cue slightly panicked voice) Miss Noel, I have a forced bi fantasy. Does this make me gay?!?!

ABSOLUTELY NOT. I’ll say it again; absolutely not.

Think about it this way;

People who identify as homosexual or gay don’t merely qualify that as a sexual preference, but also as a romantic one. If you are gay, you are a man who, not only prefers to fuck other men, but also to date them. Would you hold another man’s hand for a long walk on the beach? Would take him out for candlelit dinner? Would you exchange Valentines and cuddle with him after a night of doing the nasty?

If the answer is no, you probably aren’t gay.

That fact that you enjoy being a hedonistic little whore, who is submissive enough to do absolutely anything I say no matter what it is, has no bearing on the issue of ones homosexuality.

The bottom line: If I tell you to get on your knees to suck a big fat cock for me and you do it for the soul purpose of making me happy, that doesn’t make you gay – it just makes you obedient

Kisses,
Miss Noel

Week in Review

This weeks adventures will be told via photo set. I know, more random pictures of me and my amazingly awesome life just breaks your little hearts…

Audrie and I, shooting clips for an up an coming project. No you won’t be getting any details, so don’t ask.

Me, telling all of you slave boys how to do it the right way.

Miss Snow, trying to contain the kittens that take up our every waking moment when we’re not working…

But it’s so worth it because…look at that!

Me, and my well deserved drink (taken via camera phone so forgive the questionable quality…wait, what am I saying? You’re lucky I even post these awesome candids)

Kisses,

Noel

Photo Du Jour

Kisses,

Noel

Noel’s assessment of 99.9% of all men

So sad, and so true…

Kisses,

Noel

Then and Now

I recently had someone send me a photo. It took me a second to recognize the girl in the photo. She was pale, with dark hair and seemed to be a little timid, and a lot curious.

The subject in question, was me. As some of you might know, long before I ever found my “kink home” with Wicked Eden I worked as a fetish model and porn star under the name Raina Verene. I shot for a plethora of different websites – both vanilla and kinky – and had a blast doing it.

The random appearance of this photo got me thinking about then, now, and the progression in between.

When I was just beginning to explore my interests in BDSM, I first self-identified as a submissive. The majority of my relationships involved in D/s in one manner or another – some were very casual, and others were full out 24/7 dynamics. I totally embraced my role as a bottom, never thought twice about it and had some excellent (and, sometimes, not so excellent) experiences. At the time, it never occurred to me that I should ever try topping someone, or that I would ever enjoy it in any capacity.

That obviously has changed. I’ve had more than one boy tell me that they can’t imagine I ever had a submissive bone in my body (this never fails to amuse me).

While my days in service have long since passed , I’m still extraordinarily grateful and pleased with my experiences as a bottom/slave/submissive. My time in that role has given the ability to understand the psychology behind submission – what it means on different levels, and all the little details that make a scene both memorable and meaningful. It allows me the understanding and foresight to navigate my way through a bottom’s head and create an amazing catharsis for us both.

I truly believe that without these experiences, I would never have become as good a top as I am today – because, let’s face it; I’m freakishly awesome

Me, as Raina Verene, just starting my career on Kink.com’s Public disgrace

Kisses,

Noel

Needle play

Those of you who know me, are most likely aware that I have a slight sadistic streak…

Okay, perhaps that’s a bit of an understatement. Everyone knows by now that nothing makes me happier than watching someone writhe, squirm and moan, not quite sure if that want it to stop, or never stop.

I enjoy many different kind of pain play and very recently have begun studying the art of needle play and play piercing. This particular activity intrigues me on a lot of levels;

First, as a tool, needles are very precise, even delicate. I find them to be very esthetically pleasing. Imagine that thin, silver little sliver sliding through tender flesh. Just thinking about it brings me all kinds of joy.

Second, it combines two of my favorite things – pain play, and fear play. It’s fairly common to have a fear of needles. Trypanophobia, is, in fact, one of the most prevalent types of phobias in the United Sates (nearly 13% of all American adults claim to have some level of trypanophobia). Being the truly evil bitch that I am, knowing your afraid and suffering all for the purpose of making me smile, quite frankly, turns me on.

That being said, Needle play is considered a form of edge play, and makes for a very intense scene. It is not something to be taken lightly and both players, top and bottom should be equally educated on the process. I, personally, would not recommend this sort of activity for either a novice or a person who does not posses masochist tendencies.

Here are a couple links that I found helpful:

http://www.peter-masters.com/wiki/index.php/Practical_Needle_Play

http://www.bdsmdigest.com/bdsm-technique/needle-play/#more-731

What Miss Snow, Miss Kelle and I did to some poor/lucky boy.

Me and the victim, before the torture began

Kisses,

Miss Noel

Tis the season…

…and I’ve been as busy as ever making everyone’s fantasies come alive. Yours truly has been a busy bee this month filming for my various projects (no, I won’t be giving you any details, you’ll just have to be patient), making Christmas magic (which means I’ve been shopping like mad – I love spoiling my friends and family over the Holidays), and enjoying some absolutely kick ass sessions (On that note, happy birthday David – I hope your bottom is still a lovely shade of purple from your spanking and that every time you sit down, you think of me).

Speaking of Christmas, I’ve had several e-mails from boys asking me what they could send me as a token of appreciation for the Holidays so I decided to make it easy on all of you and include an answer my post:

http://wow.agentprovocateur.com/ : AP is my absolute favorite lingerie designer. My measurements are listed under my profile.

http://wow.cacodemons.com : A girl can never have enough toys and the products on this site are amazingly beautiful.

And, of course, you can always visit my Amazon Wishlist for more ideas.

Since we are in the season of giving, I decided to share with you all a photo of me taken before one of my recent sessions;

I know, I do bitchy school girl really well…

Kisses,

Miss Noel

New Photos

Below you will find little sneak peek at a new a new photo set of yours truly, taken by Domina Alexandra Snow.

Don’t forget to say thank you…

Kisses,

Miss Noel

Noel Night and the Case of the Missing Panties

Over the past few months I’ve noticed that my under garments have been vanishing into thin air at random – namely, my panties/thongs/boy shorts/what have you. At first, I though it might be Miss Audrie, but then I remembered that she doesn’t even wear panties so naturally, that crossed her off the list.

Then, just a few days ago, I walked in and caught the panty thief red-handed.

Apparently, even my cat is a perv…

Kisses,

Miss Noel

What’s In A Name?

I want to take a brief moment to discuss an extremely important topic; my name.

It’s Noel Knight.

For some reason that is far beyond my comprehension, people seem to find it extraordinarily difficult to pronounce (and, at times, even remember it) correctly.

So, allow me to instruct you:

My name is Noel. As in, no L (or Noelle). You know, like merry Christmas. It is not pronounced Knoll. I am not an open expanse of landscape. No one had assassinated a president on me. It is not Noelee….like, Noel with a Y on the end, rhyming with Kelly (I don’t know how you idiots came up with that one).

My name is also not Nicole, Nathalie or Nessie (all of which are names I am called on a regular basis). How one makes the jump from Noel to Nessie defies all logic. Seriously, people – it’s a single syllable. How hard is that?

And, for the last fucking time, I am not Resse Witherspoon. I know, I know, I’m practically a carbon copy of Ms. Legally Blonde but let’s get one thing strait. I don’t look like her – she looks like me. The next person who stops, stares at me for a second or two and then says, “hey, do you know who you look like?” gets hurt….and I don’t mean in the fun way.

Kisses,

Noel