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As everybody in this kink knows who’s been around the block a few times, defining consent can be a slippery thing. Perhaps less well known is that rubber bands can be brutal:

She says she wants non-consentual torture. Well, if she wants it is it really non-consentual? I say yes, very much so. She says she wants it, but when its actually occuring, she very much wants it to stop. Take the rubber bands for instance. Rubber bands? Yes rubber bands. We went deeply non-consentual last session with rubber bands. Rubber bands are really brutal. If you don’t believe me, try them on yourself. What you do is take a small thin rubber band (thin ones work the best) and stretch it between thumb and forefinger. Now place thumb and forefinger on your flesh, pull back the half of the rubber band pressed against your flesh and let go. Snap! Don’t move your fingers pressed against your flesh when you do it. It hurts. Pull back farther and repeat. In exactly the same spot. Over and over again. After about maybe ten times, the blood starts to rise. You can see all these red dots just under the skin. They almost look like pinpricks. Now continue, on the same spot, the key is to not move your fingers, so you get the same spot with that thin little rubber band over and over again. Now the little red dots get bigger, and grow until you have a little solid red line about an inch long, maybe 1/4″ wide. Yay, its working. Now continue on exactly the same spot, snapping again and again, about 10 more snaps in exactly the same spot, and the little red line turns purple. Good, now move your fingers approximately one inch along the little purple line and continue the above steps until you now have 2 inches of purple line. Now we just need to keep on going like that until that line is 10 inches long. Just about another two hundred and fifty snaps with that little rubber band and we’ll have one stripe done.

I striped Suzzi’s tits last session. Really striped them. 10 inch long stripes, about 8 on each tit. She asked me to. She wanted me to. About halfway into the first stripe, we went into the non-consentual territory. She wanted me to stop. I told her no. She begged me to stop. I refused. She cried. I continued. She masturbated. I continued. She couldn’t masturbate, the pain was too much. I continued. No, really stop now, I’m done she says. I ignore her, come on baby, we’re almost halfway done with one tit. 20 minutes later the first tit is done. A little rest she requests. Sure baby, how about I fist your cunt then? I fist her cunt, she comes. Ok, now back to the other tit, we need to stripe it too. No, she says, I can’t. I’ve taken a lot all ready. Yes you have taken one hell of a lot all ready baby. You really have. If we quit now, then what a great session. But we’re not quitting. I tie her to the bed, wrists and ankles secured to the frame with industrial zip ties. Think military handcuff, the plastic ones. They work pretty good. Ok, now for the spandex hood, I’m marking your other tit while your in sensory deprivation. No she says.

I put the hood on her. She tells me a responsible person would not make someone puke inside the hood. You’re gonna puke? Yes, if you stripe a tit while I’m in the hood. She won’t ever exaggerate about this. Ok, touche baby. Off with the hood. Ready now baby? No. Good, then we stripe the other tit. Another 8 stripes, each about 10 inches long. All told, it takes me over an hour and a half to stripe both tits, not counting the fisting time. That was a hell of a lot of torture. Non-consentual torture. She asked me to stop, begged me to stop so many times. I didn’t. We don’t use safewords. If we did, she would have used it. That’s why we don’t. You’ll thank me later I tell her. No, I won’t. I can’t take any more, I’m gonna puke. She’s crying. Good girl. I tell her how proud of her I am. She’s taking so much. She wants it to stop. It’s too much. Good girl, you can take it sweetheart, only about a thousand or so snaps to go and we’re done.

From Welcome To The Dark Side at the no-longer-in-operation Bondage.com forums.

Here’s a hearty wench who has been well chained down to a table:

You can see from her expression that the chain’s doing some good work:

My, what’s being done to her?

Well, the pictures are from Whipped Women, so it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess that her ass is being well beaten:

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Paris Hilton nude? Dude, that’s like so, last year.

But Paris Hilton nude in bondage? That’s this year, all right — specifically, that was what was on her birthday party invitations in February. This is no shit:

Update: it turns out the birthday card graphic was adapted from a 2005 photo by David Lachapelle for Rolling Stone, which explains the microphone motif.

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So it seems Intriguing had fun after a play party:

When we entered the play space together, I was very aware that Sophiste was walking behind me and that we had negotiated for a take-down scene. Sure enough, she attacked me from behind. I fought hard, even long after there was any chance of getting away.

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I had my hands cuffed and locked behind my back and my ankles cuffed and locked to a telescoping spreader bar. I was flipped over onto my back, and I wriggled my wrists around in the cuffs until they were tucked comfortably flat in the small of my back. Then my tits were tortured – pinched, pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped, poked, slapped and smacked. Fuck, that hurt. Sophiste was doing most of the owie stuff while Caner was up at my head, doing breathplay with me. Or to me, more like. I first explored breathplay in high school, but it’s been years since I’ve found someone who was willing to do it with me.

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When they were done with my breasts, Sophiste moved down to my cunt and thighs. They received the same rough treatment, plus blows from a truncheon, and then two electrodes were attached to my labia. Caner and Sophiste enjoy electrical play, and I was nervously eager to experience their TENS unit. I was worried that it would become too intense, but I really enjoyed it, especially the longer, sustained current.

After the scene, my nipples were so sore that even simple movements hurt them. Caner, Sophiste and I examined the marks on my body. The bruises on my arms, we concluded, were caused by Sophiste’s fingers, while the red bars on my breasts came from wooden skewers and the bruises on my thighs came from the truncheon.

Click through, there are photos.

For those of you who like your bondage sex hard and raunchy, there’s a new site out there that will satisfy your most intense rope fucking jones: Fucked And Bound.

Here are a couple of the most soft-core examples:

For the truly hard core bondage sex closeups, you’ll have to click through.

I really enjoyed Sassy Girl’s account of her nipple training and bondage figging. Hot!

Well my friends, let’s give a loud round of applause for Dr. Love’s Nipple Training Kit…this handy dandy collection of two different shaped suction squeeze things, and different shaped round plastic rings make EVERY day a D/s nipple torture day!! And who doesn’t love THAT?!

For women like me who have never had a child, our nipples are rather smallish in size. So, to “train” them to perk up and point outward, thereby also enlarging them, while also enjoying the slight pain factor, is simply MAHH-VELOUS…it’s the best toy I’ve bought so far!!

And, for each woman, the experience of these things is different, depending on your body and endorphin levels, and pain tolerance. For me, I have paid close attention the past two days of wearing them off and on, and I’ve come up with my usual pattern. The first five minutes after putting them on, really don’t feel like anything’s different. I don’t feel them at all, until about 10 minutes go by. THEN I feel a slight tugging, a little twinge of a pinch going on, and once that begins, the endorphins start to rush.

After 20 or 25 minutes of my wearing these nipple rings, THAT is when the searing pain starts, and lasts for about 10 excruciating minutes. I just ignore it, and try to focus on other things, which becomes increasingly difficult as the minutes tick by. But then again, I enjoy that form of anxiety, so I just grit my teeth and force myself to take it, and do other things to ignore it as best as I can.

Then I noticed a rather miraculous thing happen…after 30-35 minutes wearing these, the searing pain suddenly becomes a rather NICE and ENJOYABLE feeling, it’s like I’ve somehow risen above and past the pain aspect, into this whole different plane of existence, where everything in my mind is crystal clear—it’s a sense of pureness, of clarity like you’ve never known before, and the CONTENTMENT that comes with it, is mixed in with absolute PLEASURE. It is like the whole world within and around you, transforms into this blissful place of PEACEFUL warm fuzzy happiness…and a slight aura of fogginess surrounds everything…I feel myself floating into myself and seeing things so clearly and understanding complex issues and problems in a clear, straightforward frame of mind.

I don’t really know how else to explain this wonderful experience, but that’s the best I can do. When the 45 minute mark is reached, however, I am almost at the point of whimpering to get them removed, because by this time, the throbbing in my pussy is beyond my control and if I am not ravaged and used sexually very soon, I’ll climb the walls and scream like a cornered beast…I suddenly transform into the wild uncontrollable animal-demon inside me…

It’s truly an amazing transformation, folks, and if you think all that “Hulk” comic book character stuff is hokey, well, lemme tell ya, that type of transformation might have been based on an anger management issue for THAT guy, but for women, we can and do turn into a sex-crazed maniac after we get to a certain point of sexual teasing and torment…believe me, every woman is capable of it, I’ve seen even the most quiet, mousy and shy women turn into wild banshees of lust after some nipple torture…so there is an element of truth to that whole Hulk thing, trust me…no anger needed, just endorphins and sexual stimulation to the point of ROWRRRR!!!!

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Peter had introduced me to the idea of “figging” many months ago. He told me to go look it up online and read as much as I could about it, and then write him an email about my thoughts and opinions on whether I would be willing to try it or not. My answer, then, was a resounding NO WAY, YOU SICK, TWISTED FREAK-OF-A-MAN. I was always reluctant to trying it because I just didn’t find the idea of stuffing FOOD up my POOP-CHUTE to be all that great, ya know?? It kinda grossed me out, and made me think that sort of thing should be left to the really super flaming gay men who enjoy feeling intense pain in their poopers.

If you didn’t Google the word “figging” yet, (you lazy slob), then I will go ahead and ENABLE your sorry ass….THIS TIME….what that IS exactly, is taking a GINGER ROOT and peeling it down to the wet ripe part, which then gets inserted into your backdoor, and it’s just left there to do it’s thing. And what it DOES, is tingle like an Altoid mint, and eventually it BURNS LIKE FIRE. (Side note: Altoids in each cheek are great for giving a tingly blowjob).

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A good Dom likes to push his submissive’s limits from time to time, and so this was one of those times, and it was also mutual consent. I mean, what could a poor subbie like me DO anyway, with my nipples a raging inferno wearing those happy round pinching rings, my wrists tied tight above my head, and my sex-craved “Hulk” level at the point of massive monster-demon-slut-beast-from-hell…oh woe is me…! Happily, there was nothing I could do to protest.

He also happily clued in on the fact that I wanted to be kept right on the edge of orgasm as long as possible, being denied the release over and over again, and for this I kiss his toes and thank him with all my heart. So, as I was tied tightly, legs spread, taut and uncontrollably rocking back and forth on this torturous pole-device tied way up high between my legs, which was rubbing lightly and agonizingly against my swollen clit, with fire in my nipples, hulk-endorphins raging, my juices starting to drip down my leg, I watched as he carefully peeled the ginger root. He made me wait like this for several minutes, as he carved out a notch around the thicker end of it, as a base (so that it doesn’t get all stuck up inside the booty, because people, take my word for it, that would be a BAD BAD THING), and then he made sure that it was not too large or painful, so he whittled it down to a smaller thickness towards the top. A homemade butt-plug.

I think realistically this whole process with the ginger root took about 10 minutes, and that doesn’t sound like very long, but when you have a pole-thing between your legs rubbing and you’re on your tiptoes but need to get OFF your toes and the thing rubs even MORE when you lower yourself, it’s like this constant torture of your arms stretched tight so you’ve got no choice really but to raise up on your tiptoes, but then after a few minutes, your toes are hurting and so you lower yourself down to stand flat, and your arms are hurting, while your cunt is burning from the now heavier pressure and rubbing of this pole on your clit….back and forth, tiptoes and flat, up and down, tortured and agonizing—-believe me, 10 minutes of that, and you’re at the point of insanity…it felt like FOREVER…I was starting to scream in my head, “HURRY UP WITH THAT THING DAMMIT I’M GONNA LOSE IT…” but of course, all I could do was moan.

Then he slowly and carefully inserted the ginger root into my ass.

It starts out like a tingling sensation, and then it mixes in with your own bodily juices inside there, and once that happens, well, if you were in a “predicament” like I was, all you can do is “suck it up” and take it, and hope that the flaming hot sensation dissipates soon…it truly packs a whallop, so you don’t need much…and yet, at the same time, you almost kinda WANT more of it at the same time as you’re trying desperately to squeeze it outta ya. A very odd sensation that makes you sweat all over, it’s definitely a searing burn, but then it plateaus and either comes out naturally from your body saying, “get that fucking thing OUTTA there,” or it can be removed manually when you’ve reached your limit.

After a short time, my body said, “get the hell outta there bucko.”

Or, if you have a VERY sadistic Dom, (which Peter isn’t), then the ginger root might just be tied to the rope around your thighs and made to stay IN for a very long time, which, I think, would make me pass right the hell out. I am a woose sometimes. And I tell ya folks, if I had passed out or if he had left it inside me much longer, I would have clawed his eyeballs right out of his head. Never mess with an endorphin-addicted, sex-crazed, wild beast Diva goddess from hell.

Sooooooo get yourself some nipple rings, and a ginger root, and go have some naughty fun!!

Ginger of course you can get at any good grocery store, and you’ll find all the details for using it at Figging.com. As for the nipple kit, I think she’s describing something like this so-called Universal Nipple Enlarger Kit from The Stockroom.

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Here’s a mini-rant from The Twisted Monk:

Go to any SM/leather event and you are bound to see folks wearing collars. Collars have a wide range of meanings and varying levels of significance to those who wear them. However what is it with the bored looking folks in collars? Both Alex and I were a bit embarrassed to see a rather large number of bored looking women, usually dressed in a badly tied rope harness, being lead about on a collar and leash. As it to add insult to injury, if the bored expressions were not painful enough to watch, they did not even have the decency to use good rope!

Gentlemen, I am the last person to preach “the pure kink” or tell other people what that might be. But I’ll hazard this much: If your submissive looks bored, you’re not doing it right!

A well tied rope harness should never be boring…

(Sigh, now I’ll get emails from people chaffing me for dissing their preferred form of “boredom play”.)