Hitchhiker has written a hilarious song/poem mocking that certain sort of BDSM personal ad by the “Dom” who, one suspects, is still living in his parent’s basement dungeon. Tiny excerpt:
I’ll be firm, I’ll be kind
All your needs I’ll keep in mind
From emotional to sexual
(What do you mean, “intellectual”?)
Like a flower you can bloom
You’ll have lots of growing room
Though of course your independence you must waive….
Thanks to Mistress Matisse for the link.
I’ve got to share a sentence that made me laugh, that a search engine dragged up from a breathless teen-angst LiveJournal post of unreadable design:
I went to the BAR WITH [name, but] I was kicked out for being decked in bondage in a redneck bar and being underage with a nine tailed whip…BUT…It was the thought that counted…P.S. that boy is such a princess!!
Yup, it’s the thought that counts all right! She’ll go far. Team Teen Bondage for the win!
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
I’ve had this image kicking around on my hard drive for quite awhile — it’s probably something I found on eBay back when that was a good place to buy vintage men’s magazines:
Jennifer, at her blog Activist On A Mission To Initiate Change, dashed off a two-paragraph ode to the joys of the zipper toy:
A zipper? Come on, you know what a zipper is? A sex toy. An SM toy. An implement of erotic torture. It’s where you to take a bunch of clothes pegs/clamps, drill holes in the ends, and put a long boot lace through them all and tie the ends together.
Next lay your partner down and apply said clips to area in need of attention. (inner thighs are a good place to start and work towards the hot spots of genitals, breasts, sternum) Pinch em tight! Clip them on in a nice neat row, and then move them about varying placement of them by an inch or so. Tug on those clips, then twist them back and forth. Then when good and ready, take a deep breath, tell your partner you love them and with one swift PULL, you rip the zipper along the persons body, thus removing all the pegs and sending them into a squirming mess of moans and groans. For the right masochist or those intense sensation seekers, this is a great toy to play with and an easy one to make.
Of course her male submissive play partner immediately tried to claim that making such a toy was a big deal job that would require special tools. Uh, sorry Buster! I wouldn’t want one of those near my wabbly bits either, but you can make it in twenty minutes with a cheap electric screwdriver and a two dollar drill bit. Of course, if it’s going anywhere near your own wabbly bits, you’ll probably want to take a little more time with the good sandpaper and some glossy black paint….
This image shows something perhaps closer to torture than to BDSM play, showing as it does a victim of the Judas Cradle (said to be one of the favored toys of the Inquisition). However, I think we may safely conclude that the artist who drew this piece did so with an appropriate degree of lust in his heart:
Presumably no beautiful naked witches were harmed during the artistic process. (Drawing via Fetish Playmates.)
Monk’s sidekick henchman Griffin writes about playing with girls:
Monk and I were tired, and had no intention of playing with the girls. We figured we’d show them the rope and maybe a couple of simple ties and that would be it. However, the girls’ excitement was infectious, and before long we were having a great time. Monk put a beautiful rope corset on C and I’d tied V into a ball.
In particular, V’s response to the rope was most surprising. She claimed not to be very flexible, nor quick to laugh. However, here she laughing her head off and asking me to tie her into a ball. It was simply charming. I explained everything to her before I did it, and V encouraged me to do more. So, I rolled her around for a while, turned her into a footstool, and watched her disappear into rope space. If you’ve never seen it, rope space is what we call it when someone just pleasantly zones out for a while. I love seeing that glazed look on someone’s face.
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In the meantime, I’d put V into a hogtie and was making it increasingly rigorous. She was making great noises, but it was clear she was almost done. I pushed her one last time, forcing her to curse my name before untying her.
