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2013 Black Friday Bondage Bonanza

There are a few items in the Stockroom Black Friday sale (now through Monday) that are priced almost ridiculously low. For instance, how about $1.75 bondage tape, in red, black, or pink:

It’s normally $6.95, so at 75% off, you can afford four times as much!

Another amazing discount is the diabolical little Spring Loaded Mouth Gag, priced at just $8.50 (it’s normally $34!). I’ve got one of these that I paid full price for, and it is pure evil fun; the gentle spring takes up any slack in your sub’s mouth but it never gives any back, so when they stretch a little to relax the pressure, they set a new baseline. Eventually their jaws are open as wide as their joints will allow:

At this ridiculously cheap sale price, you might as well get a couple of spares!

And if that’s not a good enough deal for you, how about a $25 butt hook? Well, actually it’s the classic Steel Anal/Vaginal Hook, priced down from $60 (which is less even than the $77 these used to cost:

There are also some spectacular discounts on collars, butt plugs, and metal anal toys.

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Kneeling Between The Urinals

She got left in the men’s room as a punishment. It’s going to be a long night!

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Leashed And Collared At Sex Camp

Here’s Trixie Delight on her first visit to one of those weekend orgy-getaway events:

IT’S A DARK THURSDAY NIGHT in northern Maryland, around 8 o’clock. I’m standing next to my car, and a man with a slight build has put me on a collar and leash, and he is telling me to take off my clothes.

This is our first meeting, and he looks like he does in his picture. Bald. Menacing.

A few weeks earlier, I had made contact with the bald man, whose name is Jefferson, through a dating site. He’s a blogger, sex educator, and orgy organizer. I asked him about the orgies and told him about my blog, Welfare MILF.

You should come to sex camp, he said.

What’s sex camp? I asked. Oh baby, was his reply.

When I looked at Dark Odyssey’s website the first time, I closed it, thinking, That looks interesting, but it’s not for me. The second time…well, maybe. Someday.

And the third time I signed up for camp.

I do not want to take my clothes off. I want to relax, vent, explore, have a smoke. I’m annoyed he’s asking me to do this straight away, before I’ve had a chance to get my bearings. It’s probably more fun for him this way, I’m sure.

In one of his blog posts, Jefferson had mentioned seeing a girl on a leash at camp and that this appealed to him. Intrigued, I offered to report to leash duty. Did you know that Bret Michaels designs a line for PetSmart? Bet you didn’t. Bret Michaels is looking for love on a leash, Jefferson quips.

I do not want to take my clothes off. But this is the game we’re playing, and Jefferson is not wavering. I take a deep breath and strip, throwing my discarded clothes into my car. I’m pissed, I’m uneasy, but I’m not scared.

“Good. I don’t want to see those clothes for the rest of the week. Give me your keys.”

Keys now too? I don’t know anyone here except for Jefferson, and this is the first time we’ve met. But I hand him my keys and he’s leading me by the leash through the parking lot. It’s clear and calm save for the screams from the nearby dungeon.

“You can talk,” he says. I shrug.

“Or not,” he says. “Suit yourself.”

…

We tramp down the grassy hillside. People regard us curiously but no one seems surprised to see a nude woman on a leash. Jefferson leads me up a short set of stairs to a series of attached cabins…

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Shackled At The Mercy Of The Camp Guards

Some movie-poster bondage punishment, from Spanking Blog:

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An Impossible Task

Recently at Device Bondage they spent an entire afternoon trying to teach Casey Calvert to crawl on the tips of her knees and elbows. Unfortunately, despite increasingly painful “encouragements” she simply couldn’t do it, and kept collapsing in a sweaty heap of pain and bondage tape:

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Nude, Arrested On The Red Line

This is what happens to you if you take off all your clothes on a Chicago Transit Authority train and tell the other passengers to get off:

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Thank You For Two Breakfasts

Dom With A Pen writes:

This morning, I made girl breakfast — a very goofy egg-and-toast thing involving cutting shapes in the bread so the egg fills in the space. Yes, I know some of you are crying out “you’re a total Daddy Dom! She’s a little! OMG!” But that’s not how we identify ourselves. So zip it.

A little while later, I took her upstairs, showered her, bound her hands and licked/fingered/fucked her until she begged me to cum. (I allowed it.) Then, I pulled her to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. Obediently — because she knows it’s the way I like it — she placed her hands at the small of her back and maintained eye contact while I fucked her face. That by itself nearly drove me to the edge—and then, when I pulled out, she titled her head back, eyes still on mine, and opened her mouth. That did it. I came hard, on her face, on her neck, and then:

SCHRPLOOSH!!!

This totally random sideways jet of cum veered off at a ninety degree angle to splatter on our antique nightstand.

This never happens in porno movies.

We laughed until our stomachs hurt, and then she congratulated me on my excellent (albeit unconventional) marksmanship.

Later, as she walked out the door to go meet her girl friends, she said, ”Thank you for breakfast! And, you know, breakfast.”