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FetInRealLife #9 – DIY Cuffs and Blindfolds
This covers a couple of the more basic necessities of bondage: Restraints and Blindfolds. Using the information in this video, you can throw together functional wrist and ankle restraints all for about $10.00. Additionally, I’ll show you a fast and easy blindfold that you can use with standard household items: a hand towel, and some rope or string.

As always, play safely. Always be careful not to injure someone, and always discuss limits ahead of time.

LAST CHANCE TO ENTER

The 2009 Bondage Awards have been posted! For those who don’t know, this is an annual people’s choice awards where anyone can cast a vote for his or her favorite in a number of bondage-related categories. No fetish, no SM. So instead of “Best Whatever” the categories really should be “Most Popular Whatever”, as Chanta Rose pointed out in a recent tweet.

I was really happy to see so many people that I admire and have worked with represented. It’s always cool to see someone recognized and think “She’s sat on my face!” I was also tickled to see that the Hitachi Magc Wand is still considered one of the best bondage toys on the market, right above its mate the forced orgasm harness. (Thanks to S for securing mine!) Of course it is a sex toy, but it’s just so intregal to the world of bondage. The only time I ever really use it on another person is when they’re strapped down or tied up!

I’m really curious about the number one bondage toy, a ball gag from Torvea, which is pictured and linked below. How is it better than a regular ball gag? It must be fantastic to have made it over the other toys and still be something so simple. I see it’s very customizable (and I really only like ball gags in classic black, red, or maybe pink), but otherwise just looks like your basic, hard-to-clean ball gag. Maybe the ball itself is well-designed?

I’d been watching the cherries mature for some time here at The Attic. Problem was, they are all located in the top of the trees. Out of reach even when climbing. Now, with the robins and crows feeding daily I knew I was going to need to take drastic action. So I did. I pulled out the chainsaw, climbed as high as I could into the tree and then cut the top out. A cascade of cherries came crashing to the ground. You could not walk around the newly pruned top without stepping upon perfectly good cherries. A shame. Well, I had every intention of going into the house right then and securing a large white bowl to put them in. But it was hot out. After I put the chainsaw up I quickly forgot about those cherries and sought out the cooler basement of the house. It wasn’t until the next day, when I heard the crows again, that I realized I needed to go collect those cherries right fucking now.

While I picked the cherries my mind wandered off to how some chicks just like to suck cock. I mean, I’ve heard tell one chick say she liked it better than getting fucked. I’ve heard them say their mouth is like an extension of their cunt. And I believe them. I mean, take Angel for example, when she sucks Luther her pussy gets really wet, seethes, and her mouth actually starts to get wetter –like a pussy. And I mean like lots of saliva. It’s running out. And when she pulls back from the cock there’s a long, thick stream of it from her mouth to the end of that cock. Now that’s a girl that likes to suck cock. It’s almost a physical reaction she has –and it is– not just in her cunt but her mouth as well. I think it was Kyaa who told us at the end of the day her favorite part was sucking off Luther. What a People Pleaser. I like that.

I’m lucky enough to have  a wife that likes to suck cock. I was thinking, I bet if I wanted to watch a basketball game from start to finish, in a recliner, she’d suck my cock the whole time. Pick it up. Fondle it. Stroke it. Deep throat it. Really give it the spa treatment. Now that I think about it, she can also tie a knot in a cherry stem using her tongue.

It’s cool there’s chicks out there like that.

Bonderella is a bondagette who believes in educating those around her.  The little vixen knows that Mother Superior is just a misguided soul and can see the light when shown the way. Good job, Bonderella!

I’m working on developing a comic strip about our sweet vixen very soon. Stay tuned!

I have two categories of sexual fantasy: my own fantasies (whether just to stay in my mind or to act out) and those I write in my stories on jenbluekissederotica.blogspot.com, ravenousromance.com, and in my longer works in progress as a writer of fiction. Both categories of fantasy are fun, but very different at the same time.

In my personal fantasies, I tend to envision scents, textures, and emotions. I set up a scene in which I’m the submissive and usually have to endure something until my master gives me permission to either stop enduring it or to orgasm. Usually there’s lots of pain involved. In real life, there’s also gobs of trust involved in whatever sexy situation I find myself in. There’s always a happy ending in my personal fantasies and very few complications. I don’t spend much time thinking and picturing how long it takes to tie complicated rope work or set up in general, which in a good scene can take a long time to ensure consent and safety.

As a writer of fiction, however, there are other considerations that seldom enter into my own personal fantasies. The chief of these is what can go wrong. Conflict drives good fiction. I like to complicate the sexual situations the characters find themselves in. There are many things I fantasize about when writing fiction that I would never want to have happen in my personal fantasies or in my real life. A few examples:

In “I’m Always So Damned Cold,” there is a scene in which Josia learns that Kevin’s love of using handcuffs on her is deeply rooted in his past while in prison. She has no idea if he’s truly violent as a person or was wrongly accused. This story is posted on jenbluekissederotica.blogspot.com for free. I’m a firm believer in freebies.

In “The Kitchen Table,” which is part of the Ambrosia Anthology available at http://www.ravenousromance.com/modern-love/ambrosia-stories-of-passion-and-appetite.php

there is a scene that involves furniture bondage, spanking, and the protagonist’s ex-mother-in-law. I wouldn’t wish that scene on anyone, but it was fun to write. I like my kinky sex to be quirky.

Sometimes you’re asked a question that can not really be answered accurately until you have some perspective.

For instance: “Is she young?”   Well, who is asking?  A teenager, or your grandmother?

How about “Does he make alot of money?”   Well, is this coming from a bank president in New York, or a fisherman in a third-world country?

I’ve been asked before. “Do you have alot of rope?”

I can decidedly say after seeing this, “No, not really.”

Just a quick post, got a couple of nice pics to share. I had a bit of fun with my boy, our first session of genital weight endurance.

Here we are testing how much he can take.

Both bottle are almost fully filled with water.

I later weighed them, they were 4 pounds.

Now this is where the fun began…unfortunately don’t have full body pics I can post for privacy reasons. But now that we established a good “painful” weight I moved the game to the next step with a bit of predicament bondage. Here is how I did this game: hands cuffed behind back. Weights are tied to genitals where they touch the floor with legs spread wide but if legs are brought close the weights get pulled off the floor. And for added precaution you don’t want the sub to bend the legs so I attached nipple clamps on the nipples and tied the chain to a rope pulling above his head. So if he bent down this would pull on the nipple painfully.

How does my boy respond to

such treatment from his mistress?

See for yourself

Mystress Lady Evyl

The idea behind Microfantasy Mondays comes from Ang of Sweltering Celt.

This week’s theme: implements of torture. Need more? I went with breast torture specifically…

The rope is lying across the bed like an arm akimbo: casual yet practiced; the bright red highly contrasted with the black sheets below. He picks up the coil and instructs me to lift up my arms, first tugging my dress up and off of me, next beginning to wind the red rope around me. I look down and watch as the red criss-crosses my chest and creates a beautiful support system for my sizeable breasts: decorative, elegant, and depraved. He picks up a box from the bedside table.

The box rattles, he reaches in and pulls out a long clover clamp, chain dangling into the box until another is revealed. I close my eyes and touch the tip of my tongue to my upper lip, waiting for the sharp sting of the clamp upon my nipple. Instead I feel the cool metal tracing along the roundness of my right breast, making me let out a little moan of pleasure and frustration. A second coldness on my left breast before the clamps descend at the same moment, capturing my now hardened nipple between them.

Next, a bottle of iodine comes from the box, along with a couple of cotton swabs. He gestures for me to lay on the bed, and once I do he swipes the iodine soaked cotton around each clamped nipple, tugging the chain between the clamps up as he asks me if I know what he has planned.

-Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!