Irony_Sinclair
Really Experienced
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I hope this is the right area to post this. I originally posted it in my pic thread but just thought I would share it here also. Just cuz. 
I won't include all the pics because I'm not sure that's appropriate for this area. The one pic I am including does contain male nudity.
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Yesterday was a delicious day! Mistress (wife) and I finally had a chance for some focused and intense play, something life conspires to keep us from lately. As I mentioned earlier in this thread, my wonderful wife is the only person on the planet to ever be able to pull my submission from me and it is a gift I very much treasure.
I'm very much a bondage slut and enjoy pain. Well, the exquisite loving pain that she can inflict. Intense and hurtful yet gentle and caring. Bondage sends me spiraling deep into my submission. It triggers many things in my mind and soul going back many, many years. I'm not one who can let just anyone tie me up, I simply do not trust people. And it took me a long time and a lot of small steps to let myself go enough to allow even Mistress to fully bind me. But, I am there and I now crave it. Too long without being tied and used and I become edgy and cranky.
So the bondage sends me spiriling and the pain on my flesh releases the pain on the inside. The torment of the soul being washed away, if even for a short time, by the beautiful and loving torment of the body.
Combine two parts bondage with one part pain and one part humiliation then stir to a frothy consitency. Place over heat and alternate between a low rolling simmer and a heavy boil. Season with love, tenderness, harshness, trust, fear, security, dirty talk, and whatever other spices suit the pallet. That's the recipe for making a wonderful Sub Pudding out of me.
So the other day, I wanted to do something nice for Mistress. Just something kind of playful. I really enjoy making and creating items for her to use, even though I know I'm going to be the recepient. From paddles to floggers to spreader bars to ball gags I've made an assortment of wonderful torturous devices for her. She has been wanting some red (her favorite color) rope for a while now. Rather than drop the coin on the overpriced pre-dyed "bondage" rope, I decided to see what I could come up with for her. So I bought some fabric dye and had at it.
Not as simple a task as it might sound. It takes a lot more time and effort than I had thought. From start to finish I would say I spent about three or four hours working on it. The subtle burn in my shoulders from thirty straight minutes of stirring heavy soaked rope reminded that sometimes acts of love recquire sacrifice. Anyway, the results of my efforts can be seen in the attatched pictures. I was very concerned how she was going to react to the sort of candy-cane style of the finished product. While it's a little hard to tell in some of the pictures, the red is very deep and purplish and the lighter areas are a darker pink. My heart soared when Mistress said she loved it and couldn't wait to see it on my body.
Yesterday she put it to use. There's something special for both of us in using an item one or the other has taken the time to personalize or create. It heightens our bond and the rope was no exception. She adored it and I felt proud and happy.
Not much "dress-up" in these pics although I am wearing a tiny pair of red g-strings Mistress bought for me. And not a whole lot of pics from the day. After she set the camera down things got very intense, physically and emotionally, and the camera was the furthest thing from our minds.
But I hope you enjoy nevertheless and thank you for letting me share a glimpse into our beautiful world.
BOUND TO BE FREE
I won't include all the pics because I'm not sure that's appropriate for this area. The one pic I am including does contain male nudity.
*********
Yesterday was a delicious day! Mistress (wife) and I finally had a chance for some focused and intense play, something life conspires to keep us from lately. As I mentioned earlier in this thread, my wonderful wife is the only person on the planet to ever be able to pull my submission from me and it is a gift I very much treasure.
I'm very much a bondage slut and enjoy pain. Well, the exquisite loving pain that she can inflict. Intense and hurtful yet gentle and caring. Bondage sends me spiraling deep into my submission. It triggers many things in my mind and soul going back many, many years. I'm not one who can let just anyone tie me up, I simply do not trust people. And it took me a long time and a lot of small steps to let myself go enough to allow even Mistress to fully bind me. But, I am there and I now crave it. Too long without being tied and used and I become edgy and cranky.
So the bondage sends me spiriling and the pain on my flesh releases the pain on the inside. The torment of the soul being washed away, if even for a short time, by the beautiful and loving torment of the body.
Combine two parts bondage with one part pain and one part humiliation then stir to a frothy consitency. Place over heat and alternate between a low rolling simmer and a heavy boil. Season with love, tenderness, harshness, trust, fear, security, dirty talk, and whatever other spices suit the pallet. That's the recipe for making a wonderful Sub Pudding out of me.
So the other day, I wanted to do something nice for Mistress. Just something kind of playful. I really enjoy making and creating items for her to use, even though I know I'm going to be the recepient. From paddles to floggers to spreader bars to ball gags I've made an assortment of wonderful torturous devices for her. She has been wanting some red (her favorite color) rope for a while now. Rather than drop the coin on the overpriced pre-dyed "bondage" rope, I decided to see what I could come up with for her. So I bought some fabric dye and had at it.
Not as simple a task as it might sound. It takes a lot more time and effort than I had thought. From start to finish I would say I spent about three or four hours working on it. The subtle burn in my shoulders from thirty straight minutes of stirring heavy soaked rope reminded that sometimes acts of love recquire sacrifice. Anyway, the results of my efforts can be seen in the attatched pictures. I was very concerned how she was going to react to the sort of candy-cane style of the finished product. While it's a little hard to tell in some of the pictures, the red is very deep and purplish and the lighter areas are a darker pink. My heart soared when Mistress said she loved it and couldn't wait to see it on my body.
Yesterday she put it to use. There's something special for both of us in using an item one or the other has taken the time to personalize or create. It heightens our bond and the rope was no exception. She adored it and I felt proud and happy.
Not much "dress-up" in these pics although I am wearing a tiny pair of red g-strings Mistress bought for me. And not a whole lot of pics from the day. After she set the camera down things got very intense, physically and emotionally, and the camera was the furthest thing from our minds.
But I hope you enjoy nevertheless and thank you for letting me share a glimpse into our beautiful world.
BOUND TO BE FREE
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