2010.02.10 04:06:49

canlock

can-lock → A Day in the Country- Part One

i should have been forwarned. That phone call she made was not ominous nor unusual. I could hear the smile in her voice as she asked me to be ready for 10 oclock and that we were going for a drive into the country. She went on to tell me to shave carefully. OK, I thought as she hung up.

Shave carefully? Hmmm. I did go shave again as I had already finished my morning shower etc. The razor was used deliberately slowly being careful to scrape each bit of shaving cream from my face. I was puzzled by her request but happily complied with her wishes. Fresh aftershave, her favourite, and a careful comb ensured I looked as good as I could for her.

Prompty at 10 we met at our usual place, a nice cafe where we start the day together. I had long since learned not to be late for any reason. She had little tolerance for tardiness. I recalled with a grimace a time I was 20 minutes late. I felt the strokes of the cane that morning and bore the reminders for over a week. I was not about to be late again.

She pulled up in her van and motioned me over. I walked over and got into the passenger side and gave her her morning kiss. The first was tentative and hurried. The next was slow, deliberate and meant to wet the appetite for the day's adventures, what ever they were.

"Good morning! My Pet" she said . This was a nick I had come to love for only she used it and to me it symbolized the strength of our relationship, and also served to remind me of my place. She was the Domme, and I was hers. She kept me locked for long periods while she enjoyed my attention. I was hers to give her pleasure. I knew my pleasure was of no consequence. In fact, she seemed to relish my continual frustration and delighted in having me very aroused but so confined in my belt that it became a time of discomfort for me.

The Neosteel belt was secure. I had tried everything to get a little satisfaction. I squirted water! I pulled the belt this way and that. I even rubbed up against the dryer while it was running hoping the vibration would provide some relief. Nothing would satisfy but only served to heighten my sense of helplessness and utter dependancy on her whims.

From time to time she would install an estim device to give me a shock every time I started to become aroused. One electrode was at the bottom of the tube while the other was part of a butt plug. She set it a level that I was not happy with as the shocks were painful but not harmful. As I became aroused my penis would swell touching the electrode. Then she would do everything in her power to get me going. She snickered everytime I was jolted. She loved watching me do everything I could to not get excited. But I was hers to command. She used this only from time to time as she wanted to keep this torment fresh and exciting for her.

"Take off your shirt! And put your hands behind your back" This was a command. I unbuttoned my shirt as she requested and put my hand behind my back. She placed leather cuffs at my wrists and above my elbows. Then she locked my wrists to to my elbows. Left wrist to right elbow. Right wrist to left elbow. Then I settled back into the chair. She than put the seat belt on me. I was now trapped.

"Pants off! And your underwear!" I raised my butt as far as I could while she undid my belt and and unbuttoned my pants. She pulled them down with an assertive ease that I had come to know. Soon I was trapped in the van, naked except for the Neo that I wore constantly, and the runners she told me to wear. My Queen settled herself and gazed at my predicament then smiled that michevious smile of hers. She then reached over and patted me on the Neo to remind me of the power she had over me.

In her hand she held the leg irons I wear for her when she decides, she decided that today was the day. On they went. As if I was going anywhere now.

I watched, shocked as she took a clear glass container then pulled up her black leather skirt to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath. She held the glass to her Goddess place and peed ito the glass. She held the glass of her golden nectar still warm and lightly yellow. Taking a small ping pong ball into which she had drilled several holes around the top. She pulled out a turkey baster into the the frothy broth and half filled the ball with her essence. My Queen had me open my mouth then inserted now full ping pong ball carefully. "Hold it still in your mouth and you will not spill any. And this had better be as full when we get to our destination!" Wide eyed I accepted the ball. Although I was not unfamiliar the taste of her Golden Necter it was a taste I wanted to avoid today.

There was no doubt that I was hers. Next came the posture collar she had come to love tormenting me with. Another freedom removed. I could not even turn my head now. I stared straight forward looking at the street ahead. I hoped no one would see me in this condition. My Queen relished this open bondage and revelled in the risk of being spotted.

The last indignity was the pair of sun glasses that she put on my head. Only when they were on did I realize that they had been taped with black electrical tape on the inside. I could see nothing.

"Comfy?" she laughed as we sped off in an unknown direction. For about an hour we drove. I noticed that the road had changed from pavement to gravel. We turned this way and that. We slowed and we sped up. And we stopped a few times for a reason I did not know. After a final turn we slowly pulled up to a stop. I had no idea where I was. I guessed that we had traveled south as the sun beat a warm tatoo on my body but I had no idea where.

She got out and came around to my side. I could hear her talk with someone. I had no idea who as it was a voice I did not recognize. This was my Queen, my Princess and I trusted her completely. I was hauled out of the van unceremoniously and pulled across and open sun drenched area on what felt like gravel.

We walked for only 20 or 25 paces then she asked me to step up. I had some difficulty keeping up with her as requested. I had to shuffle to accomplish the assigned task of stepping up. We entered an unknown building which had the smell of dry straw and was much cooler then the outside we had just left. Under my feet the texture changed from gravel to rough hewn boards which creaked as we walked across them. Along with the change in texture and sound the smell of old wood, and old hay completed a sensual picture that I guessed was an old barn. I wondered what she had dreamed up for this beautiful spring day. Soon I would find out, ythat I was sure of.

We stopped and she had me spread my legs as far as they would go with the leg irons on. I heard her say "Not far enough!" I could feel her reach down and put a chain around my right leg. Then I heard the distinctive sound of a lock snapping shut. She undid my leg irons and had me widen my stance. She repeated the locking proceedure with the other leg. I was trapped with my legs spread wide. I was going no where.

I felt her walk around behind me. She gave me a loving embrace. And cooed gently in my ear. I felt her hot breath on my neck while she stroked my nipples giving them a tender tug.

She whispered sweet nothings in my ear calming me down. She felt the nervousness that had taken over my thoughts. For a few minutes she stroked and cuddled me. And I was in heaven. She could do to me what she wanted and I would happily go along. Finally she said "You are to make me proud today My Pet. I want you to have as much fun as I am going to have. And you know that I have a pleasant surprise for you at the end of the day."

She released one hand and attached a chain to it then did the same with the other. My arms were pulled up in a diagonal pulling me tight and causing me to stand on my toes. I held my head as steady as I could. I had this pee filled ball gently wedged in my mouth. I had managed to not spill any so far.

Now that I was safely spread eagled she turned her attention to my belt. I could feel her tug and pull looking for any means of escape or for any way for me to satisfy myself. Seeing none she inserted her key into the lock. She pulled away the bottom tube and freed my little man. It sprang to life enjoying this moment of freedom. I was aroused, no, I was hard for her. I could smell her and was randy after nearly 30 days of confinement.

"I thought I told you to shave carefully!! This is not shaved! You have done nothing that I asked!!" I heard her walk away then return behind me. Pain exploded through my brain at the first stroke of the cane. This was her tool to cause pain, to correct me and to deal severely with any wrong doing on my part. I was being punished and I knew it. Each stroke caused a cascade of reds and yellows in my sightless eyes. Each of the 5 caused me to jerk spilling the contents of the ball. The taste of her essence filled my mouth further reminding me of the power that this woman had over me.

"Now I will have to do it for you!" I felt a warm cloth and lots of water being applied to my family jewels. Then I heard the hiss of shave cream and felt her apply it. I was aroused again. With careful hands she scrapped the razor removing the foam and the unwanted and offending hair. I felt her tug and pull, then squeeze and stretch skin here and there. I could feel her remove the hair from my penis and scrotum but not my pubis. This she left. Finally after a rinse and a comment of final approval she took my swollen member and gave me a few assertive pulls stroking me to near orgasm.

I could feel her buckle a belt around me. It felt wide and very secure. She tightened it till I could hardly stand it. Then she unchained the leather cuffs from their stretched position and then attached each to the belt she had finally tightly adjusted. I could now relax my tip toe stance so I settled down providing relief for calves that screamed in exhaustion. Then I felt her close a ring around the base of penis and balls. Just like the cb 3000 that I knew so well. She handled my engorged member roughly and seeing that I was not about to become less aroused wrapped a bag of ice around it all. A sharp intake of breath followed the shock, a shock which caused the effect to my now diminishing member. When she sensed I had had enough or that the ice had done its trick she used a nylon stocking to cage my now miniscule man. I liked the sensation of the cage but was dissappointed that I would not find the release that I so wanted.

I felt her tug once again on the cage of the cb. Then I heard a dingle, she had attached a bell. Then she added two others to nipples swollen in arousal. I moved enjoying the sound they made. This was a new thing. She had never done this before.

She stepped back and I heard her say "Beautiful!". I felt pride for I was making her happy. She returned and told me to open my mouth. She removed the now nearly empty ball which had served as my gag for more than an hour. Again I felt the strokes of her cane as she reminded me that I had not followed her direction to make certain that it remained full. My heart raced and notrils flared as I tried to find air to reduce the pain I felt. I stood there for a moment, legs spread wide conquering the pain that ravaged my body. Soft hands and a tender touch eased the pain and made me glad for her presence.

I squinted as she removed my sunglass blindfold even though the room was not bright. I turned my head as best I could, given the collar I was wearing, to try to figure out where I was. No such luck. I knew my Princess was with me and I knew that I was in the country in somebodies barn. Other than that nothing.

My reverie was broken by the request to open my mouth again. Over my head appeared a harness and bit, not unlike that which would be put on a horse. Buckles tightened as I struggled to find a comfortable position for the invader in my mouth. This thing had blinders which allowed me to see only a narrow view straight ahead. I champed at the bit at I struggle to find some confort in this new assault on my freedom.

continued in part 2

chastity | Femdom | Key Holder | bondage | punishment | shaving

2010.02.01 08:39:23

sweet

Fiction Writings → Chastity Slave

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You've been wearing a secure chastity belt for the past year. Once a month, at an appointed date and time, you come to me in the hope of relief from the belt, if only for a short period. You were and hour late last month, through no fault of your own, but you forfeited the chance to get out of the belt, so this month you're feeling even more horny than usual.

You come to my door, and strip down naked (except for the belt) before knocking. I let you in, leaving your clothes outside. I can tell you're horny, because you're acting very submissive, terrified that you might say something to annoy me. Of course I know that, in your current state, you'll do anything commanded of you.

chastity slave | sex slave | Femdom | teasing | denial | chastity belt | bondage | handcuffs | dice | game

2009.12.19 10:45:32

Queen Candace

Adventures of Queen Candace → The Party's Over

I can’t believe it has been less than a week since I first put him in the cage. He seems to have really taken to it as he is slowly accepting the role and the fact that I control his sex and therefore him. And I have had the most incredible sex. He is patient and giving and doing things he hasn’t done to me in years.

Up until now he had only been caged in private, but that was about to change. Tuesday we had a date to go to dinner and he knew I was going to lock him in before we went. This would be his first time with it on in public. The anticipation was building in both of us. He had an appointment with some clients at 3pm so at 2pm I called him and told him to come home. I had the device on the table and told him I wanted to see again how he looked in it. I put him in and admired how he looked in it. He enjoyed showing it and was very excited as it bulged against the plastic cage, After a few minutes he told me to now take it off (like he was in charge! Hah!) because he had to see his clients. I told him he was going to have to go like that. He was shocked and whined about what if they see and that there would be a woman in the meeting too. (Hmmmm I wonder why I didn’t know that before…). I coldly suggested that maybe he should wear some baggy pants and then went on about my business. After trying on several different pants and studying himself in the mirror, it was getting late and so he finally had to accept that he was going out like that.

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2009.10.23 01:04:41

Shannon2012

The Best BDSM and Fetish Tips and Advice !! → BDSM: Sex or Sickness?

Seen from the admittedly biased vantage point of the absolute lifestyle, BDSM as a whole has depreciated remarkably over the past twenty or thirty years! It would seem that the downward spiral has finally hit rock bottom, not with a resounding crash, but with a soft, apologetic and nearly inaudible “Thud”. To hear the “Experts” talk about it these days, one is left with the distinct impression that BDSM is either a sexuality or a mental illness. What the mainstream claims about itself is, on the face of it at least, their own business. However, it rubs off unfavourably on the rest of us, and that makes it ours, too.

The mainstream BDSM views are extremely well documented in print and on the Internet. Meanwhile, because we do not subscribe to those views, such august on-line institutions as SubNation and Powerotics, among others, have consistently attempted to vilify the absolute lifestyle. Indeed it cannot be denied that when we are confronted with those who apparently dislike us so intensely, we often find ourselves yearning for the open-minded and tolerant warmth of the Iranian Ayatollahs. In order to redress the balance, therefore, here is one “Absolutist’s” viewpoint.

It has of late become more and more a matter of political correctness to describe our lifestyle as a matter of personal sexuality; something that we do in private whilst in all other contexts we are completely indistinguishable from our non-BDSM surroundings. That contention is of course manifestly absurd. One quite simply cannot build an entire lifestyle around something as relatively superficial as sex. A lifestyle is defined as the manner in which one conducts one’s life. One’s sexuality is therefore a lifestyle choice, a part of a much more comprehensive whole. If BDSM is to be one’s lifestyle, it must encompass rather more than just the way one chooses to seek sexual gratification. It must be the foundation of everything that one does, and everything that one is.

It should be borne in mind that the fallacy of BDSM as primarily a sexual pursuit is a relatively newly developed notion, propagated by certain individuals and communities in an effort to mollify our hostile non-BDSM surroundings. Aside from having as much effect as mosquito repellent on a ballistic missile, this “Strategy” has also seriously backfired. Thus, when during the latter half of the 1990s mainstream fashion enjoyed a short-lived flirt with fetishist clothing and accessories, the BDSM community was literally overrun by narcissistic posers who really have nothing to do with the lifestyle at all, except that they have adopted our “Uniform” and symbols as a matter of fashion trend.

The arrival of these people on the scene has further served to cloud the issues, because while they perhaps consider their sexual activities to be very advanced and sufficiently non-conformist to be hip, they hardly qualify as BDSM. Having taken the ball and run with it, it is no mystery that they should endeavour very enthusiastically to maintain the perception of BDSM as something that belongs exclusively within the realm of sexuality. After all, fashion-consciousness indicates a strong desire to be accepted by one’s peers, and whilst dipping one’s toes in the “Dark Side” is considered adventurous and “in” nowadays, any further and more serious immersion definitely is not.

That BDSM naturally attracts self-absorbed hedonists and jaded thrill-seekers should come as no surprise to anyone – this has always been so. However, by creating and perpetuating the misconception of BDSM as kinky sex, those individuals and communities within the lifestyle who do so, have done it untold damage by actively welcoming these undesirables into our midst. Not only have they opened the doors wide for the influx of many people who do not belong here, they have also played right into the hands of those who would persecute us for our alleged perversity and immorality.

The religious repressionists among our antagonists would not have had a leg to stand upon, had it not been for this ludicrous distortion of the BDSM lifestyle. Most, if not all, the local and national legislation around the world that would brand BDSM lifestylers as criminals, is based on sexual morality. The American Religious Right, for example, is not exactly renowned for its insistence upon the equality of the sexes and the dignity of woman as an independent human being. To them, the mere fact that she is female automatically makes her a glorified servant. The only objection these people have to BDSM is that they consider it sex, and in this they have received the full support and co-operation of many who call themselves adherents to our lifestyle.

This makes for strange bedfellows, of course. Put somewhat crudely perhaps, among the Right Wing Christians it is often a case of wife-beating being perfectly acceptable, except if she gets off on it. Among the radical feminists, by contrast, it goes without saying that wife-beating is entirely unacceptable no matter the circumstances, but to hear them pontificate on the issue one must suspect that it is especially repugnant to them if she gets off on it. What the BDSM-equals-sex crowd don't seem to realise is that while they are being so helpful in putting the Religious Right and the Feminist Movement into bed together, it is the BDSM lifestyle that is ultimately getting screwed.

It is indeed very typical that the very same people who first drone on and on about BDSM being kinky sex, are then astonished that professional dominatrices are routinely and indiscriminately prosecuted on prostitution charges. But you can't have it both ways, can you? If BDSM is nothing but sex, then pro-dommes are by definition being paid for sexual services. And once again the most effective ammunition in the repressionist arsenal comes from among our own.

The wrongful and very hurtful refusal on the part of society to distinguish between sexual kink and sexual crime has not done the lifestyle any favours either. That certain people equate BDSM lifestylers with incestuous, child-molesting, serial killing zoophiles (again, observe the preponderance of sexually oriented terms), is in part caused by the previously mentioned religious reactionaries. (It will be noted that the more puritanical and anti-sexual a person’s morality is, the more dirty-minded and perverse imagination s/he will invariably possess). It is also caused by those criminals who are attracted to BDSM imagery and practice, of course, but it is their psychopathy that distorts the image of BDSM, not BDSM that creates the psychopathy. However, what little has been done to address this issue has been defeated from within the ranks of BDSM itself, by people who have accused others of being criminal or insane, or both, simply for having chosen a different approach than their own.

As a result, the lifestyle in North America is under constantly increasing attack by intolerant reactionaries and radical feminists alike, who persecute the true lifestylers for “Crimes” they do not commit and would never dream of committing. In Europe, meanwhile, the widespread commercialisation of BDSM, of late in conjunction with the said fashion trends, has all but obliterated the true lifestyle venues outright. Even very established and venerable BDSM clubs have degenerated into simple fetish sex-clubs for the young, rich and beautiful.

The responsibility for these developments falls squarely upon the collective shoulders of the aforementioned SubNation, Powerotics and their ilk. Even the Old Guard must accept some of the blame. They are not educating the general public; they are merely preaching to the converted. They are not helping to bring about a more tolerant environment; they are feeding the prejudices of our persecutors, and antagonising the undecided. And they are not even trying to promote tolerance and acceptance within the lifestyle itself; quite on the contrary.

It is sometimes said that in terms of social acceptance the BDSM lifestyle is some twenty years behind the gay community, and this has been borne out in most of Europe, at least. The apparent delay in notably the Anglo-Saxon countries is once again due to the influence of those who present BDSM as a sexuality. The reason for which most other Western countries view the lifestyle in a somewhat more tolerant light these days, is that the BDSM communities there have successfully shown that, just like the gay community, ours extends beyond mere sex, and is first and foremost a matter of social and personal identity.

So no matter how the mainstream defines what it is that they do, absolute BDSM is neither sex nor sickness, but a complete lifestyle, and arguably the only approach to BDSM that can truly be said to possess that distinction. The absolute BDSM lifestyle is a matter of who and what we are in the universal scheme of things, rather more than what we do and how we do it. We are what we are, and we lead our lives accordingly. We make no apologies, because there is nothing to apologise for. This is our real “Crime” in the eyes of our critics: our refusal to jump on the bandwagon of the lowest common denominator.

The absolute lifestyle is not intentionally exclusive, but then again it is not particularly inclusive either. To pursue the lowest common denominator is after all to elevate mediocrity to an ideal. There are definite limits to how far one can stretch oneself in order to accommodate just about anyone, without stretching oneself too thin. The more shades of grey one acknowledges in order to ignore the fact that some things actually are black and white, the less definition one can maintain. And absolute dominance and submission is our definition.





To Your BDSM Enjoyment,
Shannon E.

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2009.10.22 19:42:15

Shannon2012

The Best BDSM and Fetish Tips and Advice !! → Alternative Lifestyle: Why BDSM?

I Have Spent a Great Deal of Time Recently Thinking About BDSM! What causes someone to get involved in BDSM? For some people it is a mental or psychological need, for others it is physical in nature. They answer to the “Why” varies for everyone.

Some become involved in BDSM out of a need, desire, or love. The need to submit is very strong in some people, and with the right partner, that need can often override their other basic needs. For some it becomes the strongest motivation in all of their life choices. In this case the need is part of their psychological make up and often shows itself whether they are in a power exchange relationship or not, through such things as doing things for others specifically to make that person smile. In the case of a submissive, I think that is a need as well. Often I hear other submissives saying that they did not have a choice, and I can see how this might be true. For allot of people, they have a desire to be useful, to do as others say, to do what Has to be done, without any real desire for "Payment" it's simply their natural psychological state of being. Some do not have that desire, but experience a need to please in other shapes or forms or in certain, situations.

A need that cannot be explained or a desire for something new and different can lead people to start looking into BDSM activities. Allot of people seem to have gotten into BDSM with light bondage, or pain play, without really being aware of what BDSM or dominance and submitting are. Some delve into it because someone they come to love already enjoys it. That love is the basis for the desire to try BDSM. Sometimes it evolves into a long lasting BDSM or D/s, relationship sometimes it does not. Some simply stumble upon the idea, through web pages, chat programs, or friends who introduce the idea to them. The way it is introduced seems to have little to do with the end result, either they find they like the feelings, emotions, experiences, or they do not.

For some people, BDSM is just something they do for a “Thrill”. It is all physical in nature, focusing solely on the physical thrill the play provides them. Spicing up their sex lives and making things more interesting. To the true masochist, for example, the actual joy comes from the pain. I honestly think that would be classified as more of a top/bottom relationship than a D/s one. In some submissives, I firmly believe it simply was never a choice. It is in their basic nature to be submissive. That they are who and what they are, they have always felt the need to be in that position, how they have handled it, can vary, but for the most part usually putting themselves in situations, or positions where they are under the control of another person. On the opposite side of it, there are some personalities, who naturally dominate, or try to control the situation, such as finding jobs, or relationships where they are in more in charge then their partner.
 
Why Do I Do It? I'm honestly still working on that. I find that I'm the happiest when I have made another person happy. When I've done something well, or useful. I think everyone has these general feelings, but for me, a lot of my own well being depends on these things.  



To Your BDSM Enjoyment,
Shannon E.

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2009.10.22 12:21:40

Shannon2012

The Best BDSM and Fetish Tips and Advice !! → BDSM for Beginners: Bondage Basics !!

Bondage can be one of the most delightful, sensual parts of BDSM, but it can also be one of the most dangerous forms, with improper preparation and technique. bondage enthusiasts enjoy various types of bondage, often using simple household items (rope, silk ties, etc.) and often employing intricate, or purchased equipment and supplies (St. Andrew’s crosses, bondage boards, police-style handcuffs and shackles, to mention a few).

As with any BDSM activity, safety is paramount! For both enjoyment and protection from harm, think safety! Never do a bondage scene with someone you do not know well and trust completely! Never allow a first-time play partner to tie you up. Always let someone you trust know where, when and with whom you are going to scene. My fast and firm rule is to never play in private the first few (or more) times with a new partner. BDSM clubs and parties often have Dungeon Monitors present, for your safety, and even if they do not have Dungeon Monitors, having other people around who will help you in the event you need assistance, is a great idea. Before any scene, spend some non-scene time negotiating boundaries and safety. In addition, NEVER leave a bound or gagged submissive alone!

A Few of My Favorite bondage Apparatus and Equipment:

St. Andrew’s crosses, bondage frames, and racks –

The St. Andrew’s Cross is also called an X-cross, and is a great support for long-term or lengthy bondage scenes, because it gives support to all the limbs as well as the center core of the submissive’s body, and so allows for comfort and relaxation.

A bondage Frame is a tall rectangle, often made of steel or iron and secured to a base for stability, but doesn’t give any support to the submissive’s body, and can be less enticing for long periods of play.

Racks, made from wood or metal are usually an A-frame design. Racks can be great for play-torture scenes, (like Torquemada, the Grand Inquisitor and the Spanish maiden), but can also be terrific for general bondage and flogging scenes. The many struts of the rack give you a ton of great tie points!

Then, We Have Choices of Restraint Materials:

Metal, Wooden, Silk, Rope, (and just about anything you can think of to tie or wrap around a willing body).

Metal Handcuffs can be lined in fake fur or comfortable velour for soft restraint. The delicate bones and ligaments in joints are easily damaged, so be careful never to allow weight or tight stricture when playing bondage games! Handcuffs don’t have to be standard police issue cuffs, heck no! Cuffs come in fur, leather and we have a pair of awesome cuffs, called SportCuffs, lined in neoprene and with quick release Velcro closures. These are particularly comfortable cuffs, and the thick neoprene padding wraps the submissive’s joints in a protective layer. In our toybags, we also have a set of wrist and ankle restraints with suction cups. These Suction Cuffs are amazingly strong and work well in shower scenes, hot tubs and more, but be careful! bondage and water can cause more danger than you want.

Wooden Restraints include a variety of equipment. Spreader bars, stocks and pillories (think Puritan days), and bondage boards come to mind, right off. We have a bondage board, about six feet long and 2 feet wide, with eyebolts all along the outer edges, to provide tie points. Our bondage board lays flat on a bed or table. There are several bondage equipment makers who even design multi-use equipment. These can be broken down into different configurations, for different scenes, and, after your scene is over, can be hidden under a bed or in a closet.

Silk, from strips of sheets and fabric to silk stockings and old ties, are erotic when used as bondage materials, but beware; knots in silk can be extremely difficult to remove quickly, especially if moist! Always keep a pair of paramedic scissors nearby when doing any bondage scene, but particularly when using silk! Don’t bother with the cheap dull scissors; get a good pair from Kinky Medical. Quality paramedic scissors are angled to avoid cutting skin or pinching, and are very sharp!

Ropes come in so many sizes and colors, choosing your favorite might be hard. Experiment with different textures and weights of ropes. We found great cotton-core, nylon covered rope in 50 ft. packages at Home Depot for under $10. Cut the rope into usable lengths, for example, we have several 20 ft lengths, several 12 and 10 ft lengths, and one each of uncut 50 ft length and a 40 ft length. The longer lengths make great body harnesses and dresses!

With safety and planning, bondage scenes can be so intensely erotic and pleasurable, for both parties. The sensuality of bondage scene, done well, exudes an essence of romance and passion. Watching a well-done bondage scene is a pleasure in itself, and having a partner who excels at the techniques and passion of bondage – well, let us just say – WOW!


To Your BDSM Enjoyment,
Shannon E.

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2008.12.29 17:54:27

wizardpa

Fiction Writings → What a mistake I have made!!!!!

My story goes back 5 months now, well actually even several years before that. My wife and I have been married for 16 years. About 5 years ago, some kind of way, during our lovemaking,the subject of her fucking someone else came up. We both got off on this kind of talk. Afterward, I would lick her pussy clean of my cum, but pretending it was her boyfriends cum I was cleaning up. Anyway, this subject was always just a fantasy for both of us as we approached 40 years of age.

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2008.12.26 15:15:47

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Real Stories / Informations → Rare but Intense BDSM, plus T&D (Archives 2007)

by sublocked

My wife is strange sometimes.  Those who know me on this site realize she can go for weeks or months with no mention of BDSM, then suddenly, Wham!

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2008.12.23 02:04:49

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Fiction Writings → The Doctor's visit (Archives 2004)

by hub dub

Recently, my wife (mistress) scheduled me for a thorough physical examination. I was informed that it would be the first of what will become annual exams. “After all,” mistress said, “I have to endure annual exams, so I think you should too. It will be good for you. You’re my property now and I’m going to make sure you’re well taken care of; whether you like it or not.” Perhaps I should fill you in on a little background information at this point. I have been the full and complete slave of my wife for about six months now. We had played with dominance and submission games on and off for several years previously, but had come to the point where we both felt we wanted to take things to the next step. That step, for us, was for me to become quite literally and irrevocably, the slave of my wife. After much discuss over several months, we had a quiet but very intense ceremony that included my receiving my permanent slave collar.

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2008.12.23 01:41:10

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Fiction Writings → A Wedding Story (Archives 2005)

Copyright c JUNE 19, 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

STORY: A Wedding Story Author: C.D.E.

CAST: Cecil Morton-Fiance/Husband Cheryl Jones-Fiancee/Wife

CHAPTER 1: A FAMILY PROBLEM

"Cecil are you really sure you're ready for the responsibility of marriage? Even though you and Cheryl have been dating since junior high, do you think she's the right girl for you?"

"Mom we've been through this before. I know you don't really care that much for Cheryl's family. You can't blame her for the things her two sisters have been rumored to have done."

"It's in the family blood son. That's what bothers me. I just don't want to see you hurt. I know you say she's a virgin, which is commendable and I pretty much know you are, except for being with your hands."

"Mother! Please don't say that!"

"You know it's true. Over the years I've loss track of the times I've seen you come in from dates with her and beat yourself off. However, I did notice that after y'all went to college, you didn't do it as much. Does she pull your little peter now or suck you off?"

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2008.12.17 12:02:51

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sweet → The Rules

- The Female makes the rules.

- The Rules are subject to change at any time without notification.

- No male can possibly know all the rules.

- If the Female suspects the male knows the Rules, she must immediately change the Rules.

- The Female is never wrong.

- If the Female is mistaken, it is a direct result of something the male did or said wrong.

- The male must apologize immediately for causing said misunderstanding.

- The Female may change her mind at any time.

- The male must never change his mind without the written consent of the Female.

- The Female has the right to be upset or angry at any time.

- The male must remain calm at all times, unless the Female wants him to be angry and/or upset.

- If the Female has PMS, all the Rules are null and void.

- The male is expected to mind read constantly and act accordingly.

- Any attempt to document the Rules could result in actual bodily harm.

- The male who doesn’t abide by the Rules can’t take the heat, lacks backbone, and is a wimp.

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2008.12.17 11:21:02

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Fiction Writings → Topping from the Top (Archives 2008)

by can-lock

Damn!!

 

Double damn!!

 

Here is sit strapped to this chair and I don't know what is going on.

 

She said be there at 11.  So arrive 10 minutes early (never want to be late again, I have learnt my lesson).  She was there when I got there.  She greeted me at the door with a deep and passionate kiss and a blindfold.

 

She led me into the living room where she had me strip.  Then she sat me in a dining room chair with arms.  Hmm, this is new.  We don't have one of those but I guess we do now.

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2008.12.17 07:06:43

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Fiction Writings → Let Me Entertain You (Archives 2008)

by can-lock

Let Me Entertain You

 

I think it was Liza Minelli that sang that song in the film "Cabaret".  I could be wrong, most likely I am.  If I was the least bit interested than I would do a web search at some point to find out for sure.  But I am more interested in the meaning.

 

The song keeps repeating in my head when I am the "entertainment".  More often than not she is enjoying my discomfort immensely while I am struggling to avoid pain.


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2008.12.17 06:59:31

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Fiction Writings → A new paradigm (Archives 2008)

by can-lock

I knew what Cognitive Dissonance was.  I had experienced many times over my life when old, cherished ideas had been challenged and feel to stronger new ideas.  The dissonance came as I altered my view of the world and the way it worked to reset my paradigm.  Paradigm, there's a word from the lexicon that was frequently used but seldom understood.

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