Friday, December 30, 2011

Foot Worship/Domination

It's funny how people get so caught up in what are typical fetishes that they don't understand that two people can enjoy the same thing for two different reasons.

I've had a mild interest in feet from an aesthetic viewpoint for a few years now, but when faced with them in real life they never did much for me. Numerous times I'd even met up with guys who had nice feet, but when presented an opportunity to do something with them it was wholly uninteresting.

As my interest grew in submission grew, eventually dominance and feet ended up colliding and a Dom made me lick his feet even though I had no real interest in it in person. Since those gears started turning, any time a guy with even a marginally dominant attitude has hot feet, it really gets me going. Just one more reason my mantra is "Try it 'til you like it."







Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Agony

Sometimes a hood just isn't as good as a face contorted in agony.




Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Helplessness

I'd been talking to a guy for a few weeks, and he had expressed an interest in exploring his sadistic side. He hadn't tied many guys and was very inexperienced so I was hesitant to meet him because my "mentor" side had been temporarily burnt out.

Eventually we pegged a date to play, and since he was inexperienced with bondage I figured I could restrain myself before he arrived to remove the possibility of inadequate bondage.

I had on locking wrist and ankle restraints which were then padlocked to the chair's bars. My feet were padlocked to the bars at the back of the chair to keep them off the ground so I couldn't scoot the chair around. On top of that, my wrists were pulled down and tied to my balls which forced me to arch my back and keep my balls closer to the edge of the seat. I kept the key in my hand in case of an emergency, but the second I heard the front door I dropped the key, removing any illusion of escape.

No going back now, completely and totally vulnerable. I'd done this before and usually there's a "greeting" period where a guy would give some friendly gropes as a hello and move on to some edging or something else that was pleasant. Instead I hear the riding crop I'd laid out being picked up. FUCK.

Immediately he's wailing on my thighs, sometimes switching to his hand to make a larger area of impact, also alternating between slapping my balls and using the riding crop on my nipples, and even wailing on the tender soles of my feet since they were pulled so taut and immobile. I'm starting to freak out a little bit because I was expecting a more subtle introduction, and eventually things get a bit too intense for me to handle.

Panicking, I grab the bars on the rear of the chair trying to break them and free up the padlocks. I feel one bar bend no more than a few millimeters and give up trying to outright break the metal weldings. Instead I start shaking my head aggressively trying to get the hood off as I couldn't fully tighten it. I figured if I could glare at him and he could see the look in my eyes that he'd realize things had progressed too quickly.

Wrong. As the bottom of the hood reached about halfway up he back of my head and I begin to feel hopeful my duress is over, the abuse suddenly stops. THANK GOD! I'm feeling like a million bucks thinking he's about to take off the hood to check and see if I'm okay, and my posture relaxes significantly. Instead I feel his hand reach for the hood's laces which he tightens, zips the hood, and then goes on to tighten the extra straps. As soon as I realized what was happening I let out the most pathetic whimper I've ever uttered.

Once the hood is secured he returns to the abuse regimen, and I fall back in to suffering immensely. I'm fighting and protesting, but becoming quieter as I realize that it would take an act of God to deter this man.

After suffering a great deal more he finally tosses me a few courtesy strokes to a cock which has almost retreated into my abdomen. Immensely thankful for this mildly kind gesture, lets me go. No apologies, no hesitant "did I go to far;" just a decisive "I've taken what I want, so you can go" attitude. Although I was in hell during the scene, I tried several times to play with the guy before he moved a month or two later. What a damned shame.

Monday, December 12, 2011

New Toys


Cravat, leather straight jacket, two pairs of forceps, locking waist belt, rubber truncheon, fiberglass cane, "unbreakable" paddle with holes, and full-face asylum mask.

Not a single piece I wish I hadn't gotten, but hopefully I'll lament having the tools available soon. Mmmmm.

CBT Accessability

Forecast shows a 30% chance of tears, with a 99% chance of pathetic, subjugated whimpering.



Friday, December 9, 2011

Extreme Bastinado

The sub in this video's a little too bearish for my tastes, but good god the dom knows how to make a boy suffer. Even better he's enjoying it enough that he's got the cane in one hand and is stroking his cock in the other around 1:45 or so. This video's why I got one of the 3/8" canes from Mr. S.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Cock Isolation



There was a story on RopeJock back in the day (yes, I was kinky young enough to have found that site when it was still up) called "The Wall." Basically a guy was kidnapped and strapped to this wall with a hole for his cock. The wall separated two rooms instead of being a stand-alone wall, so his genitals were literally in a different room. Being sleepsacked or mummified with your only connection to the world being your cock is already pretty intense, so a different room would be a HUGE mind-fuck. Even hotter if it's the ONLY thing that's restrained so you're free to flail and panic on the other side to no avail.


Friday, December 2, 2011

Predicament Bondage

One of the more creative predicament bondage situations I've seen. Kind of a take on the classic of making a guy hold something in his teeth that can drop and rip off nipple clamps.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Boy-statue

I can't help but wonder how long before I would go crazy stuck like this. I doubt many people could last very long.