His pronunciation is that of a soft-spoken gentleman.
His singing is not unlike the shriek of a hare that’s just caught an air gun pellet up the ass.
And he “keeps an extensive collection of breast bondage literature in the bathroom.”
That’s from this 1974 profile of singer Brian Eno.
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Imagine Yoda saying “Wary, we must be…” before giving too much attention to the ideas of Friedrich Nietzsche. (And for an extra dose of precautionary warning, go watch “A Fish Called Wanda”.)
Now, having been duly warned, I can share with you this bit of Nietzsheian wisdom:
“Two things are wanted by a true man, danger and play. Therefore, he seeks a woman, as the most dangerous toy.”
–Friedrich Nietzsche
One of the things I like most about the new breed of “real” bondage sex sites like Sex And Submission is that they aren’t afraid to show the models getting a little bit mussed. Porn used to be big on starlets with hair and makeup “just so” who never showed so much as a droplet of sweat no matter how vigorously they were boinking for the camera.
Whereas, when a Sex And Submission model like Devaun is getting boinked, she looks like she’s getting boinked:
Which is just as it should be! Tied hand and foot, anal hook inserted and tied off to the overhead, thoroughly gagged, and with big buff bastard Mark Davis pounding away doggy style, you’d expect a lady to look a little bit mussed. Poise, composure, and a perfect coif are generally casualties in that sort of situation.
There’s an infamous bondage rape scene in a shunga (erotic woodblock print) by Kunisada. I’ve seen it before in grainy black and white scans, but the version at Forced Woman is the biggest, most colorful reproduction I’ve encountered. A cropped and reduced version here:
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As a bondage storyline, the “man in her home grabs her, ties her, forces her, scares her, shows her the best time ever, turns out he was really her husband / friend / invited fantasy figure” theme can be overused. And it has been, oh yes. But I liked some of the imagery in this version by Tess Darcy: Andrej. And who doesn’t love a good forced blowjob?
“Come here and stand in front of me. Turn around. Yes, just like that. Put your hands behind your back and lock your fingers together. Good girl.”
The sound of tape being ripped from the roll immediately precedes him grabbing my wrists and encircling them tightly with the thick silvery length. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper slowly opening follows. He seems to be in no rush, as if he has all the time in the world.
When he turns me around to face him, he is completely naked. Though his body is tight and lean, his completely engorged cock is where my focus seems to remain. I am too fearful to look into his eyes now, seeing how the evidence of my submission excites him, I find myself not having the faintest inkling of what I can or should do.
He sits back in my chair, “Kneel in front of me. Suck my cock.” I can’t help but hesitate and immediately know I’ve made a mistake, as he rises and grabs my long hair at the base of my neck, holding my head back, he pushes me to my knees. “Don’t ever make me have to tell you anything twice again. Now suck it.”
Tears well in the corners of my eyes, but I use the considerable will that I still manage to possess and I repeat over and over in my head – I will not cry, I will not. My hands bound behind my back have me confused and off balance and I struggle to maneuver his erection over my lips.
Once it is fully in my mouth, so warm and hard, I decide to give him the best head I have ever given, hoping that this will hasten his orgasm and end my ordeal. I pool as much saliva into my mouth as I can and soak his cock in it, allowing my mouth to flow smoothly over his thick shaft.
I try to use all skills I’ve mastered over the years, remembering to keep it wet, wet, wet, to repeat the same movements over and over, and then switch, from moving up and down his entire to length to sucking greedily at the head and switch again to licking with the flat of my tongue. When I take his balls, one at a time, into my mouth and let them roll over my tongue, he grunts loudly and grabs my head, guiding me back to his shaft for a short time.
I think he is about to explode, when he suddenly shouts, “Stop. Get up.” I do, I have already learned not to disobey him. He rises as well, grabs me by my neck, terrifying me, and shoves me onto the bed on my belly.
Found at The Kristen Archives.
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Simple stuff, a girl gagged and blindfolded in a bathroom:
Nice photography in this Rope Rookie gallery, it’s a bit more artistic than most.
From The Red Sneaker Diaries, how to spend a winter evening:
The air is crisp and cool – it is winter, after all – and so my skin feels incredibly engaged in the experience of sitting in the tub. Hot and cold meet at the waters edge; my skin reddens deeper and deeper as I sit still. Too soon I have to get out, leaving Roi to savour the heat for a few extra moments. I towel off, check the fire, and lay some rope and shears out beside the bed. The high heels go back on – despite making me feel unstable, they make my legs look irresistible to Roi and that’s the effect I want.
He comes back in and eyes me, smiling. I direct him to the bed and he looks intrigued. Sitting him down, I grasp his wrist and lay the rope around it, slowly building a wide wrist cuff, which I tie off before guiding the excess rope behind his back and to his other wrist. I don’t have quite as much rope so the cuff is slightly smaller but just as secure.
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As Roi’s eyes both defy me and dare me, I simply smile and lean into him, gently pushing him down onto the bed. His eyes widen as he understands what I’ve done – his wrists are now stuck at his sides. The slack that was between his wrists is now pinned beneath his back – he is suddenly immobilized and his eyes both thank me and curse me. His mouth opens to gripe about being bound too loosely – he feels he could get out if he really wanted to. I agree – he probably could – but I don’t let on that I believe him. Instead, I demand he lay there and I crawl up onto his face, and plant my pussy neatly onto his lips and tongue.
