A small Homage to Artist Simon Benson with this one All Characters Over 18 Some new things , Well its pretty tame right …. compared to my usual stuff :S
This is definitely inspired by a few of my favorite bondage artists Simon Benson & Stargraves and I would love to pay some homage to their artwork I have gotten a little better at this (Modification), Maybe will start doing some more and possibly a small series. Something along these lines in the future.
I just found this choker that somewhat looks similar to one of the posture collars we use at DxD. This is the perfect necklace for those rare situations, where it’s expected that slaves wear civilian outfits and be treated as equals for an evening.
“Dangerous forces lie within me. You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure, cruelty, arrogance in glowing colors.” -Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs
I love me some nipple torture when I’m totally restrained and can’t do anything to stop it. And one nipple isn’t enough, something about the combination of the two…I don’t mind a few clips or clothespins when its a one-on-one scene, but what really gets me going is to have two guys, one on each nipple, working each independently, while a third is squeezing or pulling on my balls while slowly edging my cock.
I think it may be something about the uneven and randomness of those sensations, or maybe it’s just hot to have multiple guys work me over. I try not to question it, and welcome the opportunities for that type of cooperative play whenever it presents itself.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself, totally encapsulated in the thickest of padded leather: straitjacket, hood, and leg sack. The white-noise machine drowned out all distractions. I could see nothing, hear nothing and all I could feel was the unyielding supple leather across my body.
I was writhing in bondage bliss.
While the posture collar did an admirable job of eliminating my ability to turn or lift my head…I could still wiggle and move it slightly this way and that.
Thanks to my attentive captor, that didn’t last very long.
My hood has so much soft puffy padding I didn’t even know it was a rope he used to ratchet my head securely down to the pillow. From the inside my dark cocoon, amid the ever-grinding silence of the white noise, I suddenly realized that my pillow-like leather hood had somehow stiffened and become rigid around my head and that I could no longer move it at all.
Within minutes the same happened all up and down my body. Any movements I made were quickly met with a response: the leather would suddenly grip me more tightly, lock me further into position.
Soon I could make no movement at all.
And then the hood, collar, straitjacket and everything else just sort of faded away and it was just me…floating.
They had their rituals, just like any couple. She’d make the tea. He’d look after the BBQ whenever they got out the grill. Laundry was her responsibility, as was making sure the conditioner stayed the same. He managed the accounts.
But they had their own idiosyncrasies that went a ways to setting them apart. She’d always go to sleep a good hour before him, because he was a little nocturnal like that, and always did his work past midnight. He’d pick out her outfit for the next day, laid out on the floor at the base of their bed.
She’d make the tea naked. Well, naked apart from the yoke.
And he’d find her, after reading the paper, drinking that tea, and perhaps having a piece of toast, dressed and gagged, chained to his study wall. From there he could decide what to do with her, where she would go.
But then, every couple has their own little rituals. They’re all the same, really.
Posture is everything. You need to be able to have complete control over your body, able to contort and bend it in whichever way I desire. But you have to have a natural, proper posture. There’s a reason we have collars designed for it, why we put books on your head, yolks around your shoulders.
It’s because this posture, with your shoulders straight, your back arched ever so slightly. This posture? This is what shows you off the best, lets me drink in your curves when they’re at their most perfect.
