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From John Willie’s justly famous The Adventures Of Sweet Gwendoline. “Deep down in Sir D’Arcy’s dungeon — alone, exhausted, and in despair — Sweet Gwendoline awaits her fate!”

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Ponies In Harness
• The Little Dog? He Works For Me
• Sweeter Gwen In Living Color
• Pillory Art
• Bondage Whipping Over A Fence Rail

Famous sex therapist and TV personality Dr. Ruth is, it turns out, a little squicked by BDSM. You wouldn’t think, but it’s true:

“Sex educators need to know their limitations. So, if a couple walks into the door and they are engaged in sadomasochism, I send them to another sex therapist or to a psychiatrist. Even though I’m fine with anything two consenting adults want to do in the privacy of their own bedroom, or living room or on their kitchen floor, the sex therapist has to be able to visualize what people do. I cannot visualize bondage and all that. It’s not for me.”

I’ll confess I’ve never looked around my environment and thought “I need a specialized tool for scratching people, none of the sharp objects at hand will do the trick!” But it’s also true that specialized scratching toys have a long history in BDSM and some people really love them. There’s nothing too fancy about The Claw (new from The Stockroom) but I can see having a bit of fun with it:

As described:

The Claw is a sexy metal scratcher that fits comfortably on the finger and provides sensual scratching that can range from light and playful tickle, to intense scratching torture. This finger extension, scratching toy is a very attractive accessory that can easily be incorporated into role-play and interrogation and dominance games. It is also great for teasing and tickle torture and spicing up massage.

There are 2 rings that hold it firmly on your finger. Although one will probably suffice for most people, you can easily wear more than one of these scratcher instruments, and on both hands if you like.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• The Metal Mouth Enlarger
• Thumb Cuffs
• Put Your Penis On The Rack!
• Anal "Pear Of Anguish"
• Simpler Jawbreaker Ball Gag

The BDSM community is pretty comfortable with our rituals and habits and costumes, so much so that we sometimes forget that these are the trappings of a subculture, and not an inherent part of the kinky sex itself. (Except, of course, when strongly fetishized, in particular cases.) Kinky sex is bigger than the community:

I consider myself to err on the side of sexual submission. I have never been into the performative aspects of it all — I am not some weird sex LARPer who wants to wear costumes and address each other as “Master” and “Slave.” I don’t want to go to special events, I shouldn’t have to wear pleather just to get it done, and I don’t want to “play.” I want to have weird sex with weird people who like weird things, like an adult.

Some of those weird things that I like include: rough breast play including slapping, clothespins and ropes; name-calling of the slut-bitch-whore variety; forced deepthroating; facials; “Daddy” talk; rape play; spanking; dirty talk; hair-pulling; group sex; anal; and basically anything else filthy/nasty/taboo/found in your average pornographic video. Also, and here’s the stuff that’s more for special occasions and that I don’t want to admit on a site for ladies: being slapped, being spit on, being choked, being urinated on.

Does that sound like a list of nightmares to you? To me it sounds like a delightful Tuesday evening.

From Hit Me Baby, One More Time: Slapping, Spitting, Name-Calling and Other Sex Preferences I Feel Guilty About.

Today’s tweet o’ the day comes from Mistress Matisse:

When life is full of change and stress, it’s very soothing to go into my dungeon, be The Mistress, do what I’m good at, and control EVERYTHING.

Clarisse Thorn offers advice to keep in mind when looking for a BDSM top. It strikes me as good:

Here’s a pro tip on looking for tops. If you’re talking to a top who can’t stop bragging about how awesome and experienced they are, I advise you to walk away. Or perhaps I should merely say that I, personally, would walk away from that. My favorite, most respectful dominant partners have all had a hefty sense of humility and been very willing to learn — even if they were very experienced.

It’s from a post called Submissive Skills which has much else of potential value.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Clarisse Thorn On BDSM Roles
• Being Kinky Is My Superpower
• Talking About Kinky Sex

So Ronnie took a blindfold on her vacation to Barcelona:

Remember the blindfold? Well, I took it with me and early Saturday evening after I’d showered and P was having his turn I put the blindfold on, I didn’t cover my eyes just got it ready so I could pull it down as soon as I heard P get out of the shower.

I didn’t put anything else on, I could have wore stockings and suspenders or a pair of my sexy tights, god knows what I was thinking. (Have you ever done something like that?)

So anyway I heard the shower stop and I pulled the blindfold down, two minutes later I heard the door open and knew my husband must be staring at me, eyes ravishing me, I could imagine his penis tenting under the white hotel robe. Then I heard “What’s this all about?”

“What?” I replied, a stupid thing to say, I know, as if it was normal to come out of the shower and find your wife like this.

Then I felt his hands on me but not caressing or stroking, instead they were on my shoulder and him flipping me over on the bed. Then he spanked me, I mean it wasn’t hard but I’d recently showered and you know how that leaves you extra sensitive, he didn’t say why he was spanking me but when he stopped I felt him undo the blindfold and then he said I didn’t need to use that unless I had a migraine or something, then he asked me how much it had cost anyway.

Now you know I don’t lie to my husband.

“I got it from Ebay P, it was only £20.00” I told him.

I think I heard him tut, then I felt him move and thought I’d really blown it, but then I heard the TV start so he must have just stretched for the remote. Then he got on the bed and was manhandling me again but this time to position me across his lap, after which he gave me a prolonged spanking which really got me wriggling.

“This isn’t for bringing the silly thing with you, it’s for the waste of money,” he said, “and if you don’t stop struggling I’ll be putting it to good use and tying your legs with it.”

Well he didn’t tie me with it, and he didn’t fuck me either which is what I’d wanted from the start. But after a very pleasant evening out, he did. And he used the blindfold to gag me, which didn’t work at all and in fact if anything made me more noisy.