Here’s Wired Pussy model Claire Adams looking a bit wide-eyed over her Jennings mouth gag:
It’s not that she can’t swallow while wearing that thing, so much as — I believe — the fact that she’s distracted by all the electrified clips on her pussy lips.
These are the words you want to hear when you walk into a party, all right:
[Removed at Sir Stephen’s request]
From Sir Stephan.
Yes, really. From Shadowsubstance:
It was no other then EOMER!
But I didn’t recognize him then, for I was too tired to do anything but stand upright. There was a quarrel, something about slaves not being allowed in his kingdom, and that they had to release me, and when they refused, he simply cut of the leaders head and lifted me up onto his horse, and rode off.
After hours of riding, I saw a city in front of me, Edoras, and he took me to the hall of Meduseld. He had not taken off my handcuffs, or the leather straps on my hands, so I was not certain of if he really was better than the outlaws, or what his intentions was, so when he attached the chains on my hands to something in the roof, and left me standing, hands tied above my head, I thought I’d gone from one hell to an other.
But he came back with some tools, and told me he would not harm me. I totally panicked, and tried to break free, and swore I would scream. He held some of the tools, and just looked at me with a smile, saying “No you won’t” and then he kissed me. I forgot all about trying to break free, and just gave into the kiss. When he took a step back, I fell into his arms, and noticed that he had used the tool to unlock the handcuffs, and the spikes had missed my wrists when I fell down. He carried me over to a bed…
I love sex writing from college newspapers. It’s so fresh and earnest, eager to be sexually sophisticated, and yet fundamentally… not clueless, that’d be too harsh; not innocent… maybe “unseasoned”? Here we have a report on a young lady who led a BDSM talk, that was not entitled “What I Did at My Summer Job” but perhaps could have been:
Lola Pellegrino ’08 is not the poster girl of BDSM.
But she did facilitate a discussion on Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, Sadism and Masochism (BDSM) at WesWell’s Sexual Health Expo on Saturday.
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Pellegrino maintains that she is “not an authority” on BDSM, though she worked as a secretary for a group of dominatrices last summer.
During the discussion, Pellegrino emphasized concepts taught to her by the dominatrices she worked with, such as the importance of consent of all partners during any kind of BDSM.
“I used to just smack guys I was making out with,” Pellegrino said. “[Without] asking first.”
When Pellegrino told this to the dominatrices she worked with, they were appalled that she would smack her partners without their consent.
“They were all like, you can’t smack, you have to ask first!” Pellegrino said.
Er, you think?
Sometimes it’s good to be the master, even when you’re not actively engaged in hot BDSM sex. I’m sure Dragon M Sir thought so during this dinner:
On Tuesday, Dragon M Sir had told lessa and I that we could have subbie night – watch soppy movies, get the boxes of tissues out, eat chocolate and drink Baileys !!! What lessa and I also wanted to do was something special for Dragon M Sir, so we politely asked the lovely gentleman to spend some time with his book in the garden (no we did NOT tell him to stay out of the house!! lol). We cooked a lovely meal – salmon and cheese starter, main course of chicken breasts, jacket potatoes with a sea salt crust, and a mixed salad, followed by coffee mousse dessert. We laid the table, then dressed in lovely silky togas, and knelt for Him by the door. When He came in, He was almost speechless. We served Him properly for the duration of the meal, and enjoyed a wonderful bottle of champagne. The look on His face was priceless, and two girls had tears in their eyes seeing Him so pleased. Definitely the highlight of my time there.
Update: Yah, he’s not hurtin’:
These last few days have been so special.
What meant most to me was the subbie-night dinner… I was friendly asked to leave the room so they could prepare dinner. It is impossible to describe how I felt when I came back inside and saw what they had done. Both kneeled in the Tower position ( My favorite one) and the table was set beautiful.. The dinner was perfect…This was magical…
Talk about your powerful sexual imagery! You’ll have to click through to see it, but I’m talking about a breathtaking set of photos and a movie from Sex And Submission, featuring lovely bondage model Marie Luv giving Mark Davis a wet sticky blindfolded blowjob, while still locked tight in the rough steel bondage you see here:
Mmm, hotness.
In which Kazy gets a trip to a commercial (rental) dungeon, and has a good time:
A short while later he came back to the kitchen and as I turned around to walk toward the table and before I knew it, I was grabbed from behind by my Dom and quickly handcuffed, I let out a playfrul scream but within seconds he had pulled a huge rubber ballgag into my mouth and buckled the leather straps of it behind my head, I murmered and struggled, as my Dom proceeded to put a blindfold on me.
Helpless and vulnerable I was dragged into the dungeon, murmering through my gag, much to the amusement of my Dom…..
Before I knew it I was being forced to sit down on a bondage chair where my wrists and ankles were strapped into integral leather cuffs on the chair and a leather collar also integral in the chair was strapped and buckled around my neck….. I was starting to get clammy and hot and trembling as I wondered what I had let myself in for…..
I could soon hear classical music, my Dom had put music on to muffle my murmers …he said….
I then heard the noise of the suspension being winched up, the sounds of metal shackles rattling near to my chair but above my head, my Dom was turning some sort of wheel, it sounded scary….. he laughed as I struggled and murmered, pulling and tugging on my wrist and ankle restraints…… I tried to reach for my gag but the restraints would not reach…..
Then my wrist and ankle cuffs were undone and my hands were quickly buckled into some wider leather cuffs abive my head, they were attached to a suspension in the ceiling…… soon my Dom was turning a wheel again and as he did so I was being lifted highter and higher onto my tip toes, until I was almost hanging and then he stopped, I swung from left to right and round and round, I felt nervous and vulnerable and unsure if he was the only person in the room, I was unable to see anything as my blindfold was tight…
From one of the blogs at Bondage.com.
