CBT. Warning: explicit.

Just have to tell you I have been lurking and reading. You two have been really informative. Thanks!
 
Thanks for sharing the pics again. Magnifique!

Right about now I'm growing impatient for eyehook installations, but the hubs is in the process of cleaning and organizing the basement.

Wax: after I do some self tests, I think I'll make a wax mold. I'm guessing I could slather vasaline on the member so the form does not crumble upon removal.

Google produced a few results regarding my previous questions on latex. This cage (pic attatchment) could function for play and be worn safely while he's at work. Our discussion surrounding chastity has been an ongoing process, and most of his concerns center around the dangers of getting a device snared.

'Poor wittle baby boy..' Muwahaha, I really have no sympathy. Inflicting that pain (despite it being accidental) is glorious.:D

A normal light scene between us many years ago is an example of our tendencies before we understood what we are (soap incident)...

Tossing her head back, the top half of her body follows. She guffaws at the celing! Hands clapping together as an applause, sexual arousal peeks through her system. When she recollects his voice remarks over her erect nipples, and her smirk answers the truth.

Indignance forms his features. "Babe, you don't understand how much it hurts."

Her eyes close slowly when she nods through relishing the moment. "Mmm, I do, actually, and now it's time to play."

'WTF' writes his brief facial expression. Expelling a breath she'd been holding, she approaches to fit against his frame. Nails on her fingers overthrow logic and threaten the testicles now under the tips. His kiss on her forehead admits to adoration, and she is now inspired to wrest hold of the cock which is hers.

...

He will still argue about being masochistic. Whatever.

When one is spanked with only three heavy-handed hits to the ass and they end up at 90 degrees, somebody protests too much.:D

But...

That certainly makes for fun--twisting his fetish for my underthings into a gag.
 
Huh. The pic didn't attach in the last. Hopefully, it works this time.
 
Huh. The pic didn't attach in the last. Hopefully, it works this time.

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I really like the way it catches on the back side of the balls :D
 
yum....



I really like the way it catches on the back side of the balls :D

I always figured anchor points like that were to prevent the whole damn thing from shooting across the room. ;) (A previous BF was a switch and quite, ummm, pneumatic. LOL)
 
I always figured anchor points like that were to prevent the whole damn thing from shooting across the room. ;) (A previous BF was a switch and quite, ummm, pneumatic. LOL)

hmmm, (sounds of Shank going back to photo to see if the tip of that thing was open or closed..)
 
I always figured anchor points like that were to prevent the whole damn thing from shooting across the room. ;) (A previous BF was a switch and quite, ummm, pneumatic. LOL)
:D

The hubs does view himself as Armed and Dangerous. :rolleyes:

His trait is both heady and an unsexy pain in the ass.

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I really like the way it catches on the back side of the balls :D

^ The hammer.

And right about now other metaphors break down into one. word. primal. images.

You could stretch a string from that back loop to a butt plug. *ponders*

^ The safety. Set on the "off" position, the real sport begins!

...

Aww, fuck, my roots are showing.

Or I'm in relate to "the locals" mode.

Or sex just makes me stupid.

*circles number three*

Shank, I read the link you provided on sound play, and I must say that the way you view the issue is one I share. I have expressed similar thought on the subject with the hubs--The mindfuck--half the pleasure; sensation, the catalyst.

What say you?
 
I was oddly fortunate in that about the time I was dating the switch, I was also working for a urologist. My biggest problem was attending to sick dicks during the day and then learning to gratify-through-abuse with the same tools in my time off. The benefit, of course, was learning safety up close and personal. Strange days.
 
I was oddly fortunate in that about the time I was dating the switch, I was also working for a urologist. My biggest problem was attending to sick dicks during the day and then learning to gratify-through-abuse with the same tools in my time off. The benefit, of course, was learning safety up close and personal. Strange days.

Education is important when play evolves into serious genital torture. As such, I've been considering, "Should I ask the friendly neighborhood tat artist/body modification specialist if he would take me on as an apprentice in body modification? What is the etiquette? Go get marked and bring the subject up, or just show up at the shop and start a conversation? Maybe I'll do the latter first. Oh, he did pierce me once. Doubt he'll recall, though."

Many things the hubs and I have done are situations where I've instructed him to do unto himself so that I can watch not only for sexual purposes but also as a gauge for a distinction between reality and fantasy. We do push limits: it's part of who we are.

He's told me he would be submissive to whomever I see fit. The trust inherent in such a statement is beyond lovely, but anyone so foolish to attempt his domination without the go ahead from me would be faced with wrath if the person were a man, temperance if the person were a woman. He is bisexual, but we're working on his cultural homophobia.

Long standing relationship being what it is, I care enough about his switch personality to give him that outlet with someone else (an ...eon... future situation, if all goes well).
 
Shank, I read the link you provided on sound play, and I must say that the way you view the issue is one I share. I have expressed similar thought on the subject with the hubs--The mindfuck--half the pleasure; sensation, the catalyst.

What say you?

Yes, the mindfuck is very much a part of this play, the first time anything was inserting in my dick way done by a ProDomme while I was tied in a suspension sling unable to move. I had never even heard of such a thing. I just about went out of my mind as she slid that thing into me:eek: .

Now years later with my own toys for this there is still a sense of mindfuck even in my own self play. Who in their right mind slides things into their own dick? :eek: :D
 
hmmm, It was a urology nurse that taught me all about the safe use of sounds....

*ponders* I do have a few extemely close nurse friends.

*facepalms*

Duh, Licia.

I get a 0 for perception right about now. My thanks go to you and desertslave.:rose:

Yes, the mindfuck is very much a part of this play, the first time anything was inserting in my dick way done by a ProDomme while I was tied in a suspension sling unable to move. I had never even heard of such a thing. I just about went out of my mind as she slid that thing into me:eek: .

Now years later with my own toys for this there is still a sense of mindfuck even in my own self play. Who in their right mind slides things into their own dick? :eek: :D

"Survey says: Sundance?"

He's a native, so 'tis possible to imagine my ponderings with scientific gentic links. We converse at length on the nature of the nautral and spiritual realm.

My musing: one who slides things into their own dick is one who would attempt relization of the essence of human being, non-gender specific--just my thoughts. ;)
 
He's a native, so 'tis possible to imagine my ponderings with scientific gentic links. We converse at length on the nature of the nautral and spiritual realm.

My musing: one who slides things into their own dick is one who would attempt relization of the essence of human being, non-gender specific--just my thoughts. ;)



hmmmm, I suppose it is no surprise that I have participated in Ball_Dancing and flesh hook pulls and would love to try a Suspension one day....

and do indeed ponder the essence of "human being". At this point in my pondering I believe the primary reason for me being in this body of mine is to feel...
 
hmmmm, I suppose it is no surprise that I have participated in Ball_Dancing and flesh hook pulls and would love to try a Suspension one day....

and do indeed ponder the essence of "human being". At this point in my pondering I believe the primary reason for me being in this body of mine is to feel...

This is where I started back in 1982. But I never thought I could actually participate in the SunDance ceremony. It became my closet fascination.

Do you know anything about the Mayan bloodletting rituals?
 
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I just about went out of my mind as she slid that thing into me
That moment of "I cannot BELIEVE this is going to happen ohshit" is one of my favorite things about bottoming.
 
hmmmm, I suppose it is no surprise that I have participated in Ball_Dancing and flesh hook pulls and would love to try a Suspension one day....

and do indeed ponder the essence of "human being". At this point in my pondering I believe the primary reason for me being in this body of mine is to feel...

I've watched a ball dance and a suspension demonstration. The woman suspended looked like and angel, right down to the beatific look on her face. I winced, watching the setup, but the results were awe inspiring. I think, if I were already in subspace, I could go for it. I want to feel how she appeared to be feeling, if that makes sense.
 
The woman suspended looked like and angel, right down to the beatific look on her face.
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I want to feel how she appeared to be feeling, if that makes sense.

I so understand what you say here.

I desire that transcendent inner space I go to with extreme body play so much that I must be careful when and how I chose to go there for fear I may not want to return.

Peace - for me, peace resides there, without the hard work of quieting that monkey-mind that meditation requires. Tia Chi can get me close, but it does not leave scars and bruises :eek:


:D
 
hmmmm, I suppose it is no surprise that I have participated in Ball_Dancing and flesh hook pulls and would love to try a Suspension one day....

and do indeed ponder the essence of "human being". At this point in my pondering I believe the primary reason for me being in this body of mine is to feel...
Beautiful concept, methinks.:rose:

My own effort is to conjoin each part into a trimurti: mind, body and spirit. Skeptics accuse proselytization, and Christians call me heathen.

S'ok, though. I'm perfectly content being strange.

This is where I started back in 1982. But I never thought I could actually participate in the SunDance ceremony. It became my closet fascination.

Do you know anything about the Mayan bloodletting rituals?
Archeologists are starting to say that the rituals occured during special events: the coronation of a king, the birth of a child, a marriage etc... Participants have been identified as a willing sacrafice to their gods. The tongue, lips and genitals seemed to be the focus site for the sacrafice as one totem (?) has depicted a queen pulling a thrash of thorns through her tongue while her husband holds a buring torch above her head.

*rights her pocket protector*

That moment of "I cannot BELIEVE this is going to happen ohshit" is one of my favorite things about bottoming.
Inciting that riot? Blah, fuck! *floaty*:D

I so understand what you say here.

I desire that transcendent inner space I go to with extreme body play so much that I must be careful when and how I chose to go there for fear I may not want to return.

Peace - for me, peace resides there, without the hard work of quieting that monkey-mind that meditation requires. Tia Chi can get me close, but it does not leave scars and bruises :eek:


:D
The only thing which tethers me to the ground is that I have accepted that death will come in it's own time.

Thoughts?
 
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