He’s from Southern California. A dozen or so Dommes have notched his belt before me. This is our first visit. I tie him to a chair and rest my bare feet in his crotch while we chat. “Tonight, you’ll get the best of me,” I whisper in his ear. I sheath his cock in leather, … Read More
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Fireworks
He was strapped down firmly to the bondage table. Ratchet straps tight across his chest, abdomen, thighs and calves; a leather ring gag stretching his mouth in an open O. Above him, a naked woman suspended in rope, rigged to the tracking beam, her body parallel to his. Standing beside them, I slid the violet … Read More
Bondage. Glorious, Inescapable BONDAGE
A little while ago I had a photo shoot to show off my collection of Fetters equipment. Although the final images are still works-in-progress, I thought I’d give you a sneak peek. I had someone in the Cock and Ball Pillory (above) the other day. I made a torso harness for him out of industrial … Read More
Meat. Blood. Sex.
Usually, when I see him, it’s more physical. Hard thrown punches. Fisting. Kicks. Once, even, in a fury of objectification and pure animal, I lashed a dildo to the back of his head and fucked myself on it, smashing his face into the hotel carpet again. And again. He was so turned upside down, he … Read More
Good Boy
Humiliation is not a scene I do very often. I like to play in the light so it’s a little hard for me to dig into that headspace, which can be awfully dark. But not with the Athlete. (Funny, I mentioned him the other day and Voila! he calls. He happened to be in town … Read More