Bondage Blog

The Stockroom has been selling a Handcuff Necklace With Rhinestones for many years now, and I gather it’s been a popular seller. But now they’ve added a different one to their catalog, and to my eye this new Rhinestone Handcuff Necklace is quite a bit prettier:

The Stockroom catalog says:

Want to show off your kinky side without saying “I’m a dominatrix?” This handcuff necklace compliments any outfit, from your sexiest Saturday night dress to your everyday t-shirt and jeans, and is an exceptionally alluring accent for your birthday suit.

A delicate silver-tone chain holds a small pair of handcuffs. An easy-to-use lobster claw clasp in the back allows for simple fastening as the necklace graces your collar bone.

The perfect accessory for those with an edgy look and daring style who love showing off their kinky side, as well as police enthusiasts!

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From Sex Blog (Of Sorts):

A form of BDSM has become our thing: I suck his cock as he twists my hair thickly around his hand and forces himself further into my mouth. I let him call me slut, whore, bitch, I beg him to sink his teeth into my neck and his thumbs into my tits. There’s nothing formal about it: it’s messy and unrestrained and we don’t have a safe word. We don’t have a safe word because I still can’t quite believe we’re doing this – we’re just playing at it, right, and you don’t need a safe word if you’re just pretending – but also because I trust that he knows me well enough to stop immediately if I say ‘No,’ or ‘Ow, that really *does* hurt’ in a particular tone of voice.

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On the first night of their honeymoon, she acted like the sex was repugnant to her, and she just laid there, sort of grimacing.

This is the second night. Her husband has just informed her that henceforth she will fuck him in a lively and loving fashion. The whip? It is a warning:

Artwork is by Jim.

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If you click through to the full image of this men’s magazine spread and see the the breathless title (“The Terror-Bound Virgins In Hitler’s Brothel of Agony”) it will no doubt make you wonder why the supposed Nazi supermen never got around to deflowering all the virgins in their brothels. And where did they find all those virgins anyway?

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Achilles explains the appeal of bondage tickling:

When you allow yourself to be tied and tickled, you give up total control to the person teasing you, and there’s an incredible sense of release when you let yourself be driven to total hysteria. It’s a state you can’t get to by yourself, someone has to push you there. When it’s over you’re exhausted but happy. Just the simple fact that you’ve spent an extended time laughing means your endorphins are buzzing and I’ve personally experienced something akin to a runner’s high. So, that’s my explanation of the love/hate relationship that I have with the tickle fetish. It’s horrible and wonderful at the same time.

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Riding the bus is more fun in Tokyo:

Found here.

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Rain DeGrey tells us that sex is a reliable tool for consciousness-altering, at least when you do it her way:

Sex is, to me, an art form. It is my religion, my passion, a guaranteed and reliable path to altered consciousness.

…

I found out years ago how with the right partner under the right circumstances I could lose my fucking mind. This was an incredible revelation. I could literally use sex as an effective tool to lessen and even shut off the pain of existence. Minds. They can be a right pain in the ass most of the time. Are you telling me there are reliable tools and techniques that make me forget my name and see other realities? Why the fuck isn’t everyone doing this all the time?

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