Back to My Roots

About 15 years ago when I was first introduced to bondage I came across some bondage pictures painted on silk by a Japanese artist by the name of Ozuma Kaname.

Then a couple of weeks ago I stumbled across one of his pictures on Fetlife.  There is a chap there who is trying to collect, in one place, copies of some of the works of ancient/older Japanese artists. I browsed through his pictures and found Ozuma Kaname.  

I remembered how aroused I was by the pictures I found some 15 years ago.  And downloaded and have saved some of the ones I didn't find first time around. 

I just thought I would share some of my favourite ones - the more 'sensual' ones ....... 

 

Whatcha Doing Tonight?

Tonight I will be watching Morpheous' Bondage Extravaganza.  

This is not your every day run of the mill TV show.  In fact it isn't on television - it will be live streaming on the computer.  

If you have ever had any interest in bondage - ever had any interest in sensual ropes - ever had any interest in art in motion then I suggest you tune your computers to 
Morpheous' Bondage Extravanza (click the link) tonite at 7pm.

You can invest as much or as little time as you wish - it runs from 7PM till 7AM - 12 straight hours of amazing ropes and models and riggers.

I would love to be there with my camera - who knows maybe one year 

So far

So far this Thanksgiving weekend -

we joined a group of lifestyle friends and went to  Fort Fright night....that's where they set up Old Fort Henry as a massive haunted house and scare the crap out of visitors.  (well they scared the crap out of THIS visitor)

Two of the folks we were out with came back and spent the night.  This morning I made a yummy country breakfast - hash brown potatoes, peppers, bacon and eggs all  scrambled together.  We  had brown toast, apple muffins, juice and coffee. 

Once they left I started thinking about our Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.  Instead of the usual pumpkin pie which W doesn't like (I am surprised how many people really don't like pumpkin) I decided to make a gingerbread cake - served warm with whipped cream.  W told me to let him know when I was gonna start baking - which - being the good subbie I am - I did.  

W had this bright idea to tie me up - tight - and then turn me loose to make the gingerbread cake.  Seriously folks - I am not gonna be responsible for the cake - it was just a little distracting to bake tied up like the turkey that will be in the oven tomorrow. 

 just some nice lil marks



and that is the holiday weekend - so far !
 

M.B.E. - free show !!

There is an art festival in Toronto that runs from 7pm this evening till 7 am tomorrow morning.  Seriously I don't know who dreamed up the ungodly hours (from sunset to sunrise??? doesn't anyone sleep in Toronto??) 

I have been aware - vaguely - of this festival for the last couple of years - mainly because of a Rope Exhibit - Morpheous' Bondage Extravaganza.  This Bondage exhibit was very fringe until the last couple of years and this year it is front and center.

This rope bondage show starts at 7:00 pm sharp and goes for 12 full hours.  Riggers from around the world tie / suspend bottoms  at Toronto's Grand Hall's Theater Center.  

This year we have a friend from Kingston performing at the MBE (for short) - Daedalus is quite proficient at bondage and at suspension.  He will be tying/rigging 5 times over the 12 hours.  (His schedule is at the bottom of this blog entry)

The best part of this show - and the main reason I am writing about it - is that you don't have to be in Toronto to experience/see the show.  All you need is a computer - click HERE and sit back and view the show.

They will be live streaming the extravaganza for the entire 12 hours.  I suggest you pull up a comfy chair and tune in - I can promise you will see some of the best bondage you may ever 

see !!!

Daedalus' schedule

• 7:00PM Daedalus w/ parallux 30min suspension
• 8:30PM Daedalus w/ Knotty_Girl 60min Floor work
• 10:00PM Daedalus w/ sweetdream 30min suspension
• 10:30PM BondageNexus w/ Knotty_Girl 60min Floor work
• 11:30PM Daedalus w/ odette 60min Floor work
• 12:30AM Daedalus w/ ButtonUP 45min
• 1:15AM JD-66 w/ Knotty_Girl 45min suspension
• 3:00AM Daedalus w/ pandorasdreams 60min Floor work

Rope Adventures ........

Yesterday I had some business in town.  I HATE driving into town and trying to find a street not dug up - and a parking space.  So I begged .....  cajoled .....bribed ......asked W to take me.  (He never has trouble with finding his way around town - and never EVER has problem finding a parking space.  Case in point - yesterday he found one 5 steps from where I had to go!!)

Now what I hadn't counted on - was a payback of sorts.  W brought rope - yards and yards of rope.  I knew what that meant - and immediately started doing calculations in my head....
* how much coffee had I had 
*  how long would we be gone
* how to beg W in such a way so I could breath for the next 3 hours or so
 

W tied me up in a rope harness......... something like this - but under MY clothes

now for some reason he asked if I would like to leave my underpants on and for some stupid reason I said "yes" ...... notice the placement of ropes BETWEEN the legs... 

Then W asked quite nonchalantly IF I still intended on wearing jeans... and dumb me didn't think about the consequences of that action and replied "yes"..... 

We hadn't been in the car for more than 10 minutes when I realized that unlike the other times I have gone out in a rope harness and wore a dress - there was gonna be no way in hell of getting THIS harness off me without stripping down naked!!!  I was in it for the duration.

Well everything went swimmingly - as I said - W got us down there in record time - found a parking spot and we went for lunch.  I was thirsty by this point and decided on a large coke ........ yup a LARGE one.  

After lunch we headed off to my appointment.  By the time we got into the office building and up to the 8th floor I realized - dammit - I had to pee.  

Now I started working out how I was gonna pee in a rope harness that was OVER my underpants........... I decided I was a big girl and I could hold it.  When we arrived at the office door - having passed the ladies washroom (which triggered the need to pee even more) - there was a card in the door stating they had gone for lunch and would be back in 15 minutes ........ oh dear god!!!  being a good girl and holding it was becoming more and more difficult.  I started pacing up and down the hallway.  Then doing the "I gotta pee" dance up and down the hall.  Then decided I had better pee............. 

Which involved going into another office to find/borrow/steal the bathroom key.  (What is it with office buildings now a days locking up the bathrooms???!!)  

Ok so I get in the bathroom - take off my coat .... peel down my jeans - and figure - right just separate the ropes between my legs - squat and do the deed............. OOOOOOPS .. under pants in the way......... now what??!!

Ok so let's try pulling down the pants a little bit - separating the ropes ... squatting and...... OOOOOOOOOPS.... underpants don't go down far enough and seem to get tangled up in the ropes... (trying to get them untangled and back up - seriously hard work) 

Final (and only option) push underpants and ropes to one side - as far as they can go - squat and do the deed.  

Well by now I really really have to focus - my bladder has decided not to cooperate.... so the squatting landing up being sitting... focus focus focus - and finally SUCCESS!!!  

EXCEPT 

oh my god....... i don't have my pants pushed far enough over.. oh my god I can't stop peeing to adjust........ oh my god........ my pants are wet  !!! 

I dabbed and dried the best I could - pulled my jeans back up - put my coat back ON - and went off to return the key and find W.  

By now the guy was back from lunch - so it was all business - and I was sort of a little fidgety.  Finally when we left the office and I turned to W and said ' Ya know how I don't like golden showers??'  He nodded "yup" .. " Well" I said......... " I just gave myself one" .... W laughed all the way to the car.

Honestly !!  Doms !!!  They have no sympathy.

Lesson learned - no underpants - EVER - under or over a rope harness - ya never know when nature will call ............

 

Predicament bondage

The play party was amazing on Saturday!!!  The sun shone .... there were loads of friends to chat with... new friends to meet.... and lots of play time.

But I have to tell you how my "bratty side" got me into trouble.  About a year ago there was a chap who is very into bondage - does all kinds of shows .. and is in great demand. Wellllllll .. he did a show at a local BDSM shop.... and my bratty side sent him an email saying something to the effect "I would love to have you try bondage on me - bet I could get out of it".  

Well he came to the party - walked up to me right away and said "Ok - so you ready to prove you can get out of my bondage ties???"  I started laughing cause I had just about forgotten about my "dare".  As a friend used to say "don't let your mouth write cheques - your body can't cash"


After dinner he and I - with W's permission - had a bondage session.  D said he would do 3 ties - one easy - one medium - and one hard.  Now I have to explain - all the bondage I have had done to me - was done with nylon ropes.  Nylon ropes have give in them - you can - with patience and a lot of wiggling - get the ropes to stretch a little bit - enough to start the process of getting out of the tie.  Well D didn't use nylon ropes - he used a type of hemp rope - which has no stretching power.... no give or take.  AND he was smart enough to make sure my wrists were firmly pressed together with no wiggle room or slack.

Well the first tie was with my arms tied over my head and down my back.........

about 5 minutes into my trying to get out I had to admit defeat.  I was nervous and everyone was laughing - especially D who kept reminding me I was the one who said I could get out of any bondage.... 


D untied me and started the medium tie........... 

I worked very hard to tune the "audience" out and concentrate on what D was doing... going mostly by feel as he was standing behind my back and I had no visuals to work with ............ 


This time - though it took me awhile - I managed to get out of the tie....... YAY!!!


The next tie D did was  real predicament bondage.  For those of you unclear on the term "predicament bondage" it is when the tie is done like any other tie - however - if you move any part of your body you cause pain to yourself.  In this case the ropes went under my chin - and felt as though they were completely around my neck.  But as you can see from the picture - the ropes weren't actually around my neck.....

However ......... when I tried to bring my hands over my head the ropes tightened under my chin pressing into my windpipe.  As I have a major issue with things (anything actually ) around my neck - I quickly called "uncle" and let D remove the tie - amidst lots of laughter.


Then D asked if I would like one more tie - rated hard.  This time my hands were tied in back ........ and he made a big deal about leaving the ends untied resting on my right shoulder - close enough to see but no way to reach them.......

I think D was surprised when I wiggled and wiggled and started to get loose - with time and patience I managed to get out of that tie.


Final score was .... 2 escapes and 2 "uncles".


I will remember though - to be careful what dares I throw out there........ cause they might just come back and bite me in the ass (so to speak)

I have to thank W for being the photographer for the bondage session..... I was so busy trying to get out of the ropes that I really didn't pay much attention to the work that went into it.  Having the pictures to review on Sunday was wonderful - it brought back all the feelings ......... 

Predicament

The definition of "predicament bondage" is:
A situation in which the submissive must choose between uncomfortable options.
For example predicament bondage might present the bottom with a choice between two increasingly painful positions


Now I won't even pretend that the goal last night was to put me into predicament bondage...... but on a personal level it was major predicament bondage.

I was under the impression that the goal for last evening had virtually nothing to do with me. I invited friends over for dinner......... and I was under the impression after dinner they were going to go off and play........... (I also had worked out that I would clean up the dinner dishes/ play on the pc / read my book / and if time allowed curl up and watch some television. That was MY plan)

Except it didn't really work out that way.

The submissive (or maybe the friend) in me wanted to facilitate the transition from dinner to play..... plainly put I wanted to disappear. I even offered at one point to go and start the dishes........

BUT what landed up happening ....... ropes were brought out and I was bound. This way - then that way - then another way, as they plotted for a tie that I would not be able to pull a "Houdini".

At first I figured ok tie me up throw me on the sofa... and go play .. come back and see if I was still awake. That worked for me (cheeky grin)

BUT that didn't appear to be their plan....... (though truthfully this morning I am not clear on what the plan was)

I have been tied by the best. And I have wiggled out of almost every tie done to me. (IF I put my mind to it.) The thing is.......... ropes are like living beings ..... they move they stretch they mold. I learned early on that if I didn't fight the ropes, if I simply relaxed into them, if I simply allowed the ropes to caress my body - I could find the weak spot. And having found the weak spot, I could wiggle out of them - most times without even untying a knot.

It was fun last night..... and I thoroughly enjoyed being the brat.. smiling at them while all the while my mind was searching for that one weak spot.. the key to slipping out of the bondage.

I found it quite quickly and wondered how long I could let everything stay in place... how long could I pretend?? The brat won. And almost in less time than it took to tie me i was stepping out of the ropes.

Almost immediately I did not feel good about what I had done. Maybe I should have stayed tied. Maybe I shouldn't have been such a brat !!! After all I can be a pro at mental bondage. Forbid me to enter a room without permission I will stand there till the cows come home, or you decide to see me - which ever comes first.

I feel as though I am caught - a little bit- between a rock and a hard place. I like to please.... I like to be pleasing. I don't always have to be a brat. My mother always used to say - there is a time and a place for everything. She was right.

I am no closer this morning to the answer - did I make the right choice in my "predicament bondage". Probably there is no right answer.

But I am doing some major rethinking on this "brat" personae that seems to have emerged with a vengeance in the last 5 - 6 weeks.

slow saturday

It was a slowish Saturday....... i am on my 5th day of the 4th month of my lil white pills and moving slow .. feeling slow.. and slowly coming to the realization that this is the LAST month of lil white pills (see me doing the dance of joy - albeit a slow dance of joy??) Only one more biopsy to go through and (fingers crossed) a clean bill of health and life will (hear me?? W I L L !!) return to normal.

Anyway........ Sir did a little cropping of my inner thighs and pussy in the morning... allowing me to remain reclined in the lazy boy - and oh my god it hurt!! BUT a good hurt.. a wonderful hurt !!

Amazing - after a Friday of snow squalls and 5 more cms of snow - Saturday had dawned almost spring like !!! Sir suggested we get our acts together and drive out to the country to our favourite Irish Pub for lunch. Sounded like a splendid idea to me... even when Sir added that He thought i should wear a full body harness .. it still sounded like a splendid idea!!

i fussed a little bit when the ropes started going on.. it had been a long time... and it felt constraining (geeeeez it is supposed to feel constraining - but my mind and body don't always agree on what i can tolerate) Sir allowed me to wear panties - something that has never happened before.. and my heart sank a little bit - but health comes first and one of the side effects of the lil white pills is leakage (ok ok i know TMI ) but that is the truth.. and panties have become a necessity ...... to avoid embarrassing moments.

i missed the bite of the ropes against my pink bits.. there is something very intimate about the ropes fitting into the nooks and crannies.. the knots pressing ever so nicely against all the right bits.. oh the knots still pressed and rubbed....... but somehow it just didn't feel quite the same.

And Sir was kind to me.. making sure that the ropes weren't too tight.. that they fit comfortably....... yet despite all His tender loving care - getting into the car.. was a challenge of ropes cutting deeper into tender flesh.. and it seems once they have cut their path into my tender flesh they stay there.. digging deeper and deeper despite all my wiggling and adjusting and deep breathing.

We had a wonderful lunch sitting in the sunshine of the big windows of the Irish Pub.... watching the world come out of hibernation and make its way up and down the main street - people laughing and talking - coats coming off - hair left free to blow in the spring breezes... everyone - including myself - turning a blind eye to the fact there are still mountains of snow every where.

Lunch over - we had plans to run some messages on the way home.. But Sir looked at me and questioned if i had "hit the wall" with the ropes....... and i all but cried.. yes i had hit the wall.. i wanted them off.. they irritated me.. they hurt.. i was done. So home we came first - before the messages and the ropes were gently and carefully removed from my body...... i was disappointed in myself.. only managed to have them on for just over 2 hours....... no where near my record..... but considering all the factors - and the fact that there were rope marks on the old body........ it hadn't gone so badly at all !!!

And now for your viewing pleasure.. my rope harness...

Happy Birthday Sir..

To my Sir:






And now if you will all excuse me.. i have some personalized wishes to give ....... be back a bit later...........

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Now to look back at yesterday and my day in bondage.......
i don't think it is going to be easy to explain the process i went through as the day progressed as the hours stretched on....... but i would like to try.........

At 10 am Sir finished tying off the last knot and got ready to leave... i loved the way the ropes made me feel... open ...exposed .. i was excited and found that my concentration was entirely on my pussy and my ass - which is where the bulk of the ropes and knots were focused.

i bounced around feeling invigorated ... getting the laundry done.. baking some more Christmas cookies (yes yes MORE Christmas cookies... our entertaining is far from over.. but the sweets are dwindling fast) ....... i even gave myself a manicure.... for the first 4 hours or so it was all about my pussy and the deep ache building there.. i was wet and had to sit on a towel at all times.. it was so physically exciting...



In my mind i figured Sir would be home around 2ish... i don't know why i came up with that hour but i did... around that time i noticed that my world was shrinking .. i was losing interest in bouncing around the house getting "stuff" done.. i was pulling into myself... focusing on how the ropes were now rubbing and chaffing ...... yet i was still dripping .. and feeling comfortable.........

BUT Sir didn't show up around 2ish........ in fact.. the clock kept on ticking by...... and there was no sign of Sir..

Sometime between 2 and 4 i started to think about blogs i had read where the Master puts the submissive in a cage.. and how they fight it .. and love it all at the same time.. i began to feel that my ropes were as much a cage as those metal barred cages that exist in some BDSM homes...



Now it was 4... and .. i could barely move from the chair in the living room.. my pussy was sore.. raw sore.. and the knot was pressing so hard on my asshole that i thought it would split me in two...... i didn't want to move.. i wanted Sir to walk through the door so that i might kneel at His feet and beg Him to remove the ropes......

i reached up my back and i could feel the start of the knots .. my fingers entwined themselves in the knots and i thought how easy it would be to loosen them.. maybe even untie them and let the ropes slip off my body........i thought about text messaging Sir.. i thought about straight out phoning Him...........

By the time Sir showed up at 5:15 He asked when i "hit the wall"... and i told Him around 4ish... it is very difficult to explain to someone who hasn't been in bondage for long periods of time what happens when you "hit the wall"... but it happens.. and yesterday i just white knuckled it till my Sir came home.. It seemed right and just that He should remove the ropes.. untie the knots..... symbolic and not so symbolic gestures of who controls my body...... me........

i broke my own record.......... 7 straight hours in bondage............

as a little side thought....... i wondered about the bondage i have seen done at the clubs.. where it takes an hour to wrap the submissive up in all pretty coloured ropes ... with all pretty styled knots... and once the hours is up.. and the photos have been taken.. the ropes are removed................ pretty dolly all decked out.......... that is not the bondage that Sir does on me.. my bondage is not pretty dolly style........... it is tight and restrictive and i absolutely adore it.. adore the challenge i go through each time... just me and the ropes...

Mind Set

i was thinking this morning as i made Sir's breakfast and cleaned up, how difficult it is sometimes to just be in the mind set of submissive... cleaning and cooking and entertaining is part and parcel of the service i offer to Sir.. but sometimes it just feels like being a plain old fashioned "house wife" .. know what i mean??? Sometimes it is just damn hard to stay in the mind set of submissive when one is up to one's elbows in cooking and dirty dishes and guests..........

Today i knew Sir would probably be heading off to do some work, and then check up on His mom and the "other house"....... i was planning my day...... laundry and baking and primping and preening to go out for Sir's birthday dinner this evening........ and not once in all that planning was i thinking submissive ........

Before Sir left He disappeared downstairs to the play room...... and returned with a length of my favourite blue rope....... i made a joke about His going off to tie up His client........ but all the while i watched Him .. mesmerized by His hands tying knots here and there down the length of rope.

i stood on order and removed my sweatshirt....... the ropes were pulled over my head and the tying process began...... wrap tug knot ... wrap tug knot.. rinse and repeat....... i felt the ropes encasing my body.. opening me here .. tugging there.. and i felt a momentary pang of fear...... Sir would encase my body in ropes and leave....... leave.. as in depart.. as in be gone for hours.... and i would be left here trussed up like a Christmas turkey.

i remembered one time when we were at a "bondage" demo/party and Sir tied me tightly.. (His favourite method of tying by the way....... tight!! ) i stood like a good lil subbie straight as an arrow, hands behind my neck...... barely breathing because the ropes were so tight... i remember going out to the car as the party was moving into town to a bigger play party and not being able to bend to get into the car... sort of being pushed into the back seat and collapsing awkwardly with ropes biting into my ass, into my pussy, binding my breasts so tightly i could barely breath. And a fear rose from somewhere deep inside my gut that i would be left like that today....... for hours.. till Sir returned.

But today He did a different sort of tie on my body... around the breasts yes.. but more into the pussy and ass... opening it .. rubbing it. When Sir was finished i went downstairs to check on the laundry .. and to test how tight the ropes were.. i could breath comfortably (phewwwwww) i could walk with care ...... i could feel my pussy..... god i could feel it!! my whole mind became centered on my pussy and my ass.. stretched open .. aching.. pulsing..... BUT i could do my tasks with no problem.. and i could breath comfortably.

So here i sit..... ropes pulling tightly on all the right places.. my mind set is squarely and firmly planted in submissive mode......... easy as that!! A long piece of rope .. a few well placed knots....... and i would crawl on all fours and kiss Sir's feet (if He were here)...

It really isn't very difficult to put me in the right mind set......... not very difficult at all.......

Sexual Differences?

Yesterday our friend drakor wrote an interesting piece on bondage.. or rather the differences between male bondage and female bondage......

He said .. and i quote......... It is as if women are being held in place to show them off and males shown as strength being held back.

now at first i agreed with him....it made perfect sense.. especially since i had been asked by Sir to research some male bondage pictures and send them off to drakor. i thought i was clever and went to a bunch of gay sites depicting bondage and all manner of S/m. i waded through picture upon picture of males having sex.. cum shots.. and all manner of sexual activities.. but i did indeed find a few good bondage shots which i immediately sent off to drakor. The pictures were of gorgeous male bodies - in top form.

Here is just one example of what i found...........



(ummmmmm for some strange reason i just want to sink my teeth into that ass)


BUT when i read drakor's blog.. and discovered the reasoning behind his request for such pictures.. i realized i had done him a disservice.. i went looking for posed portrait style photos rather than more real life....

If you study the top two pictures you will see on the left an example of a male in bondage and on the right a female.... i personally do not see much of a difference... Today in all the shots that i saw both males and females a like were bound in a way that left them open for sexual contact in all it's many forms. i saw no difference in the manner in which they were displayed or bound. There was no binding of strength versus binding of beauty.

And so i have to say that i disagree with drakor.... i believe given the right female Domme that males can... and are bound ... in a similiar manner to women.. and are most definitely displayed to show off their "wares" so to speak.

(and i have to ask this question......with a small stamp of my foot - 'drakor... are you implying that women are only beauties to behold and have no strength to bind??')


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editor's note: ok for some reason the pictures weren't displaying ... i think i found the problem and fixed it.. would someone let me know if they can SEE the pictures - cause i always could.. sorry about the confusion !!!

Summer weekend

Sir and i went out for dinner on Friday night.. back to that lil street i wrote about here.. It was a special evening...... our celebration of school finishing and summer holidays....... it was also to be an evening of picture taking and experimenting...... i found i was drawn to all the odd lil staircases in the back alleyways..... i was drawn to train trestles and spider webs (i don't DO spider webs well.. that is one area that is going to take some practice!!) We took hundreds of pictures between us..... nice thing about digital cameras .. snap to your hearts content and delete the ones that suck........ and trust me when i say more of mine sucked than didn't.

When i got home .. and downloaded the pictures.. i wasn't happy with the colour in the pictures.. especially of the staircases.. so i played with them a little bit.... here .. for those of you interested... are the final results........






















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Now on to something a little bit more........ BDSM - y

Saturday started with a "wham bang thank you ma'am " sex session in the kitchen .. with me bent over the kitchen counter with a mouthful of cantaloupe !!!! i may never taste cantaloupe in quite the same way again.... (cheeky grin)...

Sir and i were going to run out and do some messages.. mostly to the train store so i could get some advise on tunnels and molds and what the hell it is i am supposed to do NOW!! Sir was in a mood yesterday....... i haven't seen Him in such a wicked mood in a long long time... He decided that i was to wear a rope bra....... not just pretty rope work but tight.. bloody tight - can't breathe - rope work for the shopping trips.........

by lunch time i was getting very on edge... it took a little while for me to figure out that the bondage had ever nerve ending in my body tight and twitching..... in the middle of the first bite of sandwich i begged Sir to remove the ropes......... Thank goodness Sir decided it was ok to humour me by removing the ropes - in the middle of lunch.........otherwise this sweet lil subbie might have changed into a troll from under the dankest bridge........

The resulting marks pleased Sir.. and left me whining (a little bit ) about how much rope burns HURT !!!


Now you'd think that would be it for the day wouldn't you?? i certainly did... BUT our dear friend Cloud had finally finished a toy He had been making for Sir... it was actually Sir's idea (and kept secret from me) that Cloud use an old leather belt of Sir's and turn it into a spanker. Sir decided last evening it was time to give that sucker a good ole work out!!!



Now on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being OUCH MF!!! and one being wiggle wiggle how nice........... it fell all along the scale......... When Sir used it softly and gently.. aiming for the fleshy parts of the ass... and then stroked said ass immediately following.. it felt wonderful......... but Sir is a Sadist .. so there is seldom sensuous hits or hand strokes.. and last evening wasn't much different........ it wasn't long before i threw myself at Sir's feet and begged "NO MORE".. it was just a tad more than i could handle......

Though .. in all honesty...... after a short respite.. i was asking if Sir would use it again on me... and this time things went much better.. it was our old game of.. watch the TV show... during the commercials present ass for whooping.. watch TV show. present ass....

The discomfort factor comes from the little added touches Cloud put into the spanker..
in the middle Cloud put a small piece of wood - to add to the hit factor.......... on one side He added furniture tacks to add to the thump factor...... and the other side was left as plain leather...















i am still deciding whether to thank Cloud .. or ban Him.......

a quickie

Sometimes there is only time for a quickie........

i have posted some bondage pics to my photojournal........(click on the link at the right)

There IS beauty in ropes and the knots tied ............